#idk why i cannot fucking learn the rules of poker

[har-har-harvey]

my trying desperately to learn poker so that when a poker scene happens on literally any show i actually know wtf is going on

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 05 + 07.12.20 lbs

05.12.20

“tum saari property mere naam karoge.”

BITCH WHAT NOW???????????

V like dadiiiiiiiiiii ko dhokaaaaaaaa?!!!!?!?!?! oh ho, lagta hai pair chhoote chhoote V ko asli waale feels aa gaye dadi ke liye, free of charge!

THIS MAN AND HIS FACE NEED TO BE STOPPED SO HELP ME GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

also what else that tongue do (other than throw constant taane to guilt a bitch) baby boy mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm 😏😏😏

riddhima thinking ki property meaning khatra and she can’t allow it to stay on dadi, she has to take it on herself, so that if kabir tries hurting anyone, it’ll be her.

this one’s paar ki nazar has recognized that train of thought, i think.

she’s like think whatever you want idgaf, just do whatever the fuck i say or else. and don’t even think of charging me an extra paisa. jaake bhaanda phodna hai toh phod lo, phir you won’t get your remaining 4.5 cr. DAMN GIRL, WHERE THIS SHAATIR TAKE-CHARGE SIDE OF YOURS BEEN ALL THIS TIME???????/

hubs thinking same thing. he’s never been more turned on by her as when she’s using maximum brain.

“kya hai?????? aise taad kyun rahe ho?????????”

“taadna ekdum free of cost hai. only for your pretty face!” I HATE HIM.

LOVE THIS TROPE. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

face change from smiley eyes to shaatir eyes, as he contemplates the facts before him. unf, the things it does to me to see him emote.

lijiye, iss show ke Idiot Brothers. and their plans to prove it’s not vansh and to get riddhima thrown out. i’ll pass.

but this one’s face tho. cutest. 

same, aryan. mera bhi yehiiiii reaction hai. taareeef karoon kya uskiiiii, jissne, tumhe banaaya!

some rando has come and is like hi, i’m your new lawyer; your old one appointed me before he left. no doubt he’s been sent by kabir.

V’s face: chutiya samajh rakha hai kya???? that’s not how this shit works.

v is like you’re here about my will and lmao riddhima’s all happy thinking oh vihaan has started my work already. SIS TILL NOW WHAT HAS HE DONE ACC TO YOUR PLAN? TELL ME ONE (1) THING THAT HE’S DONE LIKE YOU SAID.

yadda yadda yadda lawyer is like the property cannot be transferred for a few months. because Reasons. sure. sounds legit.

kabir is ecstatic. needs to learn to hide his MWAHAHAHAHAHA MERA CHAAL KAAM KAR GAYA FACE better if he wants to win at this game. he’s up against poker face all india/tellywood champion.

fb to kabir bribe/threatening lawyer. zero surprise.

V telling dadi idc about all this, meri asli daulat toh aap hai. lmao he really just does not give the other grandkids a chance to be #1 in dadi’s books.

ishani is pakka sure this is vansh bhai itselfffffffffff. and lmao angre’s suspicious face. they’re legit like:

V trying to negotiate salary increase (10% per month!!!!!!!!) and riddhima’s like bhakkkkkkk, sabzi mandi laga rakhi hai kya maine? yeh faltu ki bargaining nahi chalegi yahaan, jo karna hai karlo.

ishani’s back with bhai’s favvvvvvvvv chocolate cake and.... OH NO HE WAS SO FUCKING RUDE TO HERRRRRRRRRRRRR. riddhima ko sabak sikhaane ke liye ishani ko kyun sunaaaa rahe hoooo!?!?!?!!?

anyway riddhima tried to sametofy that raita by apologizing to ishani and.......... that went as well as expected.

kabir and aryan watching and lootofying mazze.

lmaooooo aryan tubelight ko situation samajh hi nahi aaya and kabir is just like

lmao have you seen a more pitying look????

angsty piano playing time.

lmaooooooooo she’s like “jahaan vansh banna tha, wahaan bann nahi paaye, yahaan yeh karke kya kya fayyda hai?” which......... troo. i really like this give-no-fucks version of riddhima who says what’s on her mind, instead of just doing lengthy internal monologues of stupidity. 

as,kjdlkasjd;lksjd;lkjsa;ldkjsa;lk she’s like vansh never yelled at anyone if it wasn’t a big deal. to which V is reacting just the way i am rn.......

‘lmao reallllllllly??? i don’t remember it like that.’

more lecture and yeah, i relate to him.

ishani over here crying to angre about bachpan se leke aaj tak vansh bhai ne kabhi nahi daanta. which again i’m like?????????? i have literally only seen V1.0 yelling at ishani for some bs or the other. literally never has he shown her any pyaar; the most he’s ever mellowed at her was when he gruffly told her sunny’s “truth” and made her understand that the wedding with angre would be good for her. nostalgia comes with some reallllll rose tinted glasses huh, ki everyone’s whitewashing asshole!vansh this way.

soft ship gently chugging along!

anyway angre has a plan and ishani like so help me god imma murder this fucker if he’s not vansh. there’s my girl!!!!!

this one is driving a hardddddddd bargain and wow, really going to town on that piano. riddhima doesn’t find it shady at allllllllllllllllll that he’s an equally good piano player as vansh huh? zerooooo thoughts about that.

“gunaah karne waale se bada gunehgaar hota hai gunaah sehne waala.” bhai waaah, isske victim complex ko mera salaam, ki bechaara is ONLY GETTING 5 CRORES, BOOOOOO HOOOOO.

“jabse tumse yeh deal kii haina, badi gandiiiii waali feeling aa rahi hai!” lmaoooooo yeah sureee, i can see how torturous it is, to be paid OBSCENELY to......... play yourself.

“mujhe teen guna chahiye. i want triple.”

BITCH WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF 3X SLKJDFSLKJFLDK 15 CRORES I KNOW TERA HI PAISA HAI BUT HADH HAI BHAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!? YOU SOUNDING A LOT LIKE THIS GUY:

oh boy ishani and angre have entered hearing about “triple”.

badi safaai se he said OH I MEANT IMMA BAKE A TRIPLE LAYER CHOCOLATE CAKE FOR YOU TO SAY SORRY.

softttttttttttttttttttt siblingssssssss. baaaaabies.

but hubs and wifey have come with some stress relief for bhai, lol.

lmao riddhima’s reactionnnnnnnnn.

lo ji yeh bhi aa gaya rang mein bhang daalne. wants to make things interesting via bet. some realllllll high stakes shit. good lord, don’t be gross and bet riddhima or something, maharabharat style.

aaaaaand it’s on!

no point screaming in your mind, riddhima. should have sent him to basketball camp before you recruited him.

"bohut mazaa aayega!!!!” lmaooooooo seeeeee, i told y’all. all this big baby legit wants is someone to playyy with himmmmm. have you ever seen him look THISSSSS HAPPY EVERRRRRR??????????

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07.12.20

lmao @ his purposely bad dribbling.

stressing Dollar Biwi out some more by saying he hasn’t even watched the game on tv.

unffffff. Chehra Appreciation Break. these go out to my girl @nawaazishein​ (she knows exaaaaaaaactly why.)

riddhima is like when you pick teams, pick me, and kabir is here to talk smack and say everyone’s gonna find outtttttt nowwww.

ok great, whole fam’s here. there’s a chalkboard set up for the score and everythinggggg. coz as per usual, no one else has nothing else to do. not even catch up on their podcasts or play some candy crush or nothing. they just wanna watch these two grownass men having a pissing contest.

V wins the toss but aryan’s bitch ass lies and says kabir won it. K selects riddhima first.

he knew that kabir’s dumb ass would do exactly that. besides, he’s seen riddhima play. she sucks ass at it. best if she brings down K’s team from the inside, lol.

V’s picks: useless!chacha, angre. K’s pick: aryan. rules established, ki after every 10 points, rival team se player will be out.

all i can think of rn is that everyone went and changed and riddhima’s gonna play in her sari and heels?!?!?!?!!!?!?

game faces on!

lol such bball captain and his gf head cheerleader vibes. CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god are we supposed to sit and listen to chachi’s commentary?!?!!?!?

please note i’m literally only watching this ep to see the boys’ shirts move and expose chest and abs. 

riddhima gets the ball and is standing there in one place dribbling so that V can easily intercept and he’s just..........

............. imitating a frilled dragon or some shit?????

kabir just took the ball from her and scored.

first basket he made and he’s already telling vansh to give up. dude, hadh hoti hai overconfidence ki.

V like haar-jeet ka faisla end mein hota hai. i would say i’ve already won, getting to see this much sweaty neck and chest, mmmmhmmmmmm.

SCOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! i mean, yeah V scored a point in the game or whateverrrrrrrr, BUT **I** GOT TO SEE SOME TUMMY WHEN HE JUMPED UP!!!!!

lol idk what the sassy finger wave was for, but i liked watching it.

THIS DUMBASS. SOMEONE PLEASE JUST PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY.

aryan’s out.

AND I SCORE AGAIN!!!!! ouff, the things i have to resort to coz they don’t gimme tellywood men shirtless anymore.

useless!chacha’s out.

askljdlkjlkdjlsakjdlsakjdlsdjlaskjdlj bechaara kabir.

“you. out, please!”

sureeeeeely he will not pull the kkhh move in front of the whole fam??????/ will he?????????

look at his face, ki awwwwww, how cute that she’s trying.

riddhima is so stupid, if she scored all these points, why didn’t she pick V to leave the game instead of angre!?!?!?!!?!?

BITCH DID THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“isski har harkat vansh se kyun milti hai?????” idk sis, take a wiiiiiiiiiild guess. if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck........... MAYBE THE FUCKING 6 FOOT 2″ DUCK LOOMING IN FRONT OF YOU AND RUNNING HIS HANDS ALL OVER YOU IS YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND??????

the way he’s smiling is practically challenging her to figure it out.

she’s still like nope, not him. just a coincidence. while she mulls on that brain fart, imma stare at rrahul’s chest some more.

of course.

YOUR WHOLEASS FAMILY IS STANDING THERE WATCHING THIS OMG I’M DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENTTTTTTTT FUCKING TAKE IT TO YOUR ROOM YOU WEIRDOS

“yeh bonus hai. free of charge. just for your pretty face!”

this dumbass is also hung up ki how overnight he became good at playing basketball. abbe oh gobar ganesh why can’t you just accept it’s him?!!?!?!?

aryan’s like dude, it’s him. i’ve seen him play. this is him.

but there must be somethinggggggg unique about vansh’s style right????

ahaaaa, ambidextrous.

kabir legit threw something like that looks like a clown’s nose. i guess he just carries that around full time coz he’s a 🤡🤡🤡

blah blah we already knew this from the precap. i’m just fwding to when he plays with the left and wins.

lmao V’s faaaaaaaaace. when kabir finally gets his day of reckoning, vansh is really nottttttt gonna hold back.

never seen ppl THIS happy to see a left handed person, lol.

“vihaan vansh ki tarah left hand se khel sakta hai??????”

CUTESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmaoooooooooo his face is like jo toota nahi tha, woh bhi tod ke rakh degi.

lolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. asshole.

uh huh honeyyyyyyyyy. did the Vansh Move.

asking how you did all this when i never told you these facts about vansh?

“tum zaroorat se zyaada sochti ho, Sweetheart.”

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“kya aisa humne pehle kabhi nahi kiya? kya yeh pal humaari zindagi mein kabhi bhi nahi aaya, riddhima?” he said her name The Vansh Way, not The Vihaan Way!!!!!!!

“tum mere......”

“haan riddhima, yeh tumhara veham nahi hai. main vihaan nahi, vansh hoon. tumhara vansh.”

haaaaaaye bechaari. at this point i’m feeling quite bad for her. it’s not her fault she’s so stupid. ab hai toh hai. kya kar sakte hain. bedagarkkkkkk ho tera, vansh. may you die of blue balls for fucking with her simple mind this way.

i just did my homework reallllllllllly well, it seems. so my 3x payment is totally worth it. god i wish that pool was full, so that i could dunk his head into it and hold it there for a few minutes.

THIS ASSHOLE DOESN’T EVEN FEEL A LITTLE BIT BAD FOR WHAT HE’S DOING. LIKE, THODAAAA TOH HE SHOULD FEEL.

and then he turns around and looks at her like this!?!?!?!!?!?!? OUFFFF. FUCK YOU MANNNNNN.

blah blah talk about how now everyone must be convinced (except kabir) but yeah, i’m just here for The Face.

JFC SIS. AT THIS POINT YOU JUST NEED TO PULL A KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA AND YANK A FEW HAIRS OUT FROM HIM AND ISHANI AND SEND IT FOR A DNA TEST.

shhhhhhhhhh, koi hai. yup. and not at all an excuse to get touchy touchy with wifey and give her some more mindfucky clues as to who you are.

someone’s watching us, we gotta sort out the property shit realllll quickkkkkkkkk.

he has An Idea, it seems. oh boy.

[bobafetts-princess]

Can You Fix Me?

Hey guys! I’m back, this time with some Cas fluff for your day!!

Relationships: Cas x Reader (platonic though)

Word Count: 2525

Warnings: MENTAL ILLNESS. This is a fic about dealing with and living with a mental illness. Cursing (I think? IDK), Cas pissing Dean off.

A/N: I have slight anxiety and I have suffered from depression, but I have not suffered as severely as some of you may. I do respect anyone who lives with any form of mental illness and maybe cannot read this due to triggers. I have written what I know and what I have dealt with and researched. PLEASE do not be upset with me if this is not how your life with a mental illness is. I cannot be in everyone’s head at the same time. Let me know if I have some facts wrong however, I don’t want to be spreading false information. In the meantime, enjoy the fluff!

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The four of you sat around the kitchen table, playing cards lying in the middle of it. You’d had a successful hunt, having no issues with putting the sucker down and now you were celebrating. Sam and Dean were trying to teach you and Castiel how to play poker. It wasn’t going well, Castiel acted confused about the rules and you were plain terrible. Your tells were obvious, your bets and calls those of a rookie. Which you might be forever, if you didn’t get it together. Dean was impressed with you, for learning as quick as you had learned. He was frustrated with Castiel, his constant questions interrupting Deans attempt at teaching. “Cas! For the last time, shut up and listen to me.” Dean said, exasperated. You couldn’t help but giggle, you had been drinking for a minute and Castiel never failed to make you laugh. He rescued you from demons a little over a year ago, and sent you on your way with Sam and Dean. He checked in on you often though, making sure you were adjusting to your new lifestyle. You had a slight crush on him, but nothing too in depth or serious. He was cute and he made you laugh with his odd questions and funny way of looking at the world. “But it doesn’t make sense. Why is a flush higher than a straight?” He asked, genuinely confused. “Damnit Cas. I don’t fucking know! I didn’t make the rules, I just play by them!” Dean shouted back, annoyed. “It’s the only time you play by the rules.” Sam chimed in from the other side of the table. You giggled again, the whiskey going straight to your head. Dean shot you both a dirty look before going back to trying to explain the rules to Cas again. “Do you think you’re getting it?” Sam asked you. “I get the basics, I’m nowhere near good enough to beat the two of you though.” You admitted, still nervous at the idea of going up against seasoned pros like Sam and Dean. “With a little more practice, you’ll be right on par with Dean and myself.” Sam assured you, giving you a warm smile. You were so thankful to have been assimilated into this group; they made you feel like family. You looked around the table at Dean and Cas arguing and Sam laughing at his frustrated expression. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you had found yourself a home and a family. You thought about suffering from depression and anxiety- so crippling that days you refused to get out of bed. When you did, you found it difficult to talk to anyone. You suffered still as an adult, though not to the degree that it was years earlier. Some days were still so terrible that you had to make yourself get out of bed to do research with the boys. Some days you had to make yourself go into that morgue and talk to the coroner. You struggled, but you were trying to get better and trying to do things outside of your comfort zone. You were glad that today was a good day, where you could laugh and smile and talk to people with ease. “I give. Cas, you’re unteachable when it comes to poker. I need another beer, anyone else?” Dean said, exasperated from his argument with Cas. “I’ll take one.” Sam said. “Me too.” You told him, switching to something with less alcohol potency because you didn’t want to throw up later. “Cas, you know you can learn the rules. They’re not hard. I don’t know why you have to be so hard on the man.” Sam said, smile tweaking at the corner of his lips. “I already know the rules. They were in one of the books that Metatron put in my head. I didn’t tell Dean that though, this is more entertaining.” Cas said, face and voice void of emotions but you knew he was a little amused. You busted out laughing, loving this side of Cas that didn’t make an appearance very often, as Dean came back in the room. “What’s so funny? Did Cas finally figure out poker?” Dean asked, exasperated with his inability to teach Cas the card game. “No, not quite.” Sam said, throwing you a look that said he didn’t want to ruin the secret yet. “Let’s play a little bit. Not for real money though, I’d feel bad taking Y/N’s money so early into her learning.” He said, smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, not letting him bait you into playing with real money. “I’ll play for money.” Cas said, making Dean do a double take but he shrugged his shoulders and say okay. Sam grabbed the cards, dealing the hand. as Cas wiped the floor with both Sam and Dean, taking all their money and after they begged, some of yours. You had another beer and weren't ready for the evening to end, so they suggested teaching you how to play blackjack. Sam was better at blackjack, so he took over teaching. Dean conversed with Cas about the trouble in heaven. At one point, Dean slid his arm down the table and caught himself on a piece of glass because he jumped up, cursing. He lifted his arm up, inspecting the the two-inch-long cut on his forearm that was bleeding profusely. “Damn, Dean. You’re gonna need stitches for that, let me grab the med kit.” Sam said, standing and moving to make his way to the supply room. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. I’ll fix it.” Cas told him, standing and moving to cover the cut on Dean’s forearm with his hand. It glowed a bright blue for a split second before Cas removed his hand and the cut, along with all the blood, was gone and Dean’s arm looked good as new. “Cool, thanks Cas.” Dean said, clapping Cas on the shoulder and heading to the kitchen. It was not the first-time Dean had experienced Cas’s healing powers but it was a first for you. “You can heal people by touching them?” You asked, mouth still hanging ajar at the idea. “Yes. It’s one of my powers as an angel.” Cas told you. Dean came back in the room, carrying a rag and cleaning the blood off the table and the floor. “Found it!” he exclaimed, holding a large glass shard in his hand. “Damn! That is a huge piece of glass man, you’re lucky that didn’t cut you deeper than it did.” Sam said, taking the shard from him and inspecting it. “And lucky that Cas was here to heal you, because stitching you up while you’ve been drinking would have been a bitch.” You chimed in, taking the dirty rag from Dean and wiping at a spot he missed on the table. Your mind was in overdrive, wondering whether Cas could heal your depression and anxiety. You continued to rub the spot, not realizing you’d been wiping at the same place for the past 15 seconds and it was clean. “Y/N? You okay? You’ve been zoning out there for a minute.” Dean said, tapping you on the shoulder. “Yeah! I’m fine, it’s a little mind blowing that Cas can heal things. I didn’t think shit like that was real.” You told him, still trying to mentally work out a way that you could subtly ask Cas if he could cure mental illnesses. “Let’s play another round of poker, now that I know Cas knows how to actually play the damn game, I’m gonna kick his ass.” Dean said, motioning for everyone to sit down at the table as he grabbed a deck of cards and began shuffling. You struggled with whether to sit down and play another game or head towards the kitchen and scheme on a way to get Cas alone. “C’mon Y/N, sit down! I want to kick your ass. We won’t even play with real money, I’ll use the chips.” Dean prompted and you caved, sitting down as Dean began to deal out cards and Sam, chips. You played a game, managing to beat Cas, but that’s partially because Dean bluffed him into going all in. He lost and you followed shortly after. Sam and Dean decided that they wouldn’t play it out, since it would take too long for them to finish. Dean did so reluctantly, because he hates to lose but Sam had a point, the two would play all night if they played it out. “Ugh. Fine. It’s a draw. We’re going to finish this game someday though.” Dean said, pouting his lower lip out. “Fine, Dean. We’ll finish it one day.” Sam said, rolling his eyes and grabbing the cards. I’m going to grab my computer and do some research for a new case, I’m sure there’s something around.” He said, putting the cards back in their box and standing up. “I’ll see you guys in the morning. Good night guys.” “Night Sam!” You said to his retreating back, standing up yourself and heading to the kitchen for another beer. When you came back, Dean was gone and Cas was sitting at the table alone. “Where’s Dean?” “He went to his room, something about a computer and personal time.” “Gross, Cas. Why’d you tell me that?” “Is it bad?” He asked, innocent about what Dean was talking about. “It’s not bad, I don’t want to know about Dean doing it.” You told him, waving your hands in front of your face. Cas still looked confused but you didn’t feel like explaining. You took a gulp of beer, avoiding Cas's eyes until he asked you a question. “I got the sense that you wanted to talk to me. What was it about?” “Uhh. Well, it’s kind of personal so I don’t want Sam and Dean to know about it if that’s okay.” You told him rather sheepishly, ducking your head and hiding your face. “Of course, I will not tell them anything.” “Well, I got to thinking earlier about how you healed Dean when he cut his arm.” You stated, wondering how you were going to phrase your next line. Cas waited, staring at you almost unnervingly while you gathered your words. “Can you heal mental diseases or issues?” You blurted, your nerves getting the better of you as your words ran together. “What do you mean?” He inquired, quirking his head to the side like a puppy. “Like, you can cure physical ailments, can you cure mental ones?” You repeated, slower and more sure of your words and what you were asking of him. “I’m still not sure of what you’re asking of me, Y/N.” He told you, laying his hands out on the table.” “Well,” you started, motioning to the air with your hands, “I suffer from depression and anxiety and I was wondering whether you could cure them. You explained, hoping he didn’t think you were crazy. “I suppose that with my angel powers I could, but why would you want me to?” He asked, curious. “I don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m weak.” You said, admitting your feelings about your mental illnesses to Cas out loud. “But you are not weak. You are very strong to deal with these problems and still try to make your daily life possible. I am confused about why you would want otherwise.” He told you, believing in the words he was saying. “Y/N, you are an amazing human. You deal with enormous amounts of stress every day and you handle it flawlessly. I don’t think that I need to ‘cure’ you.” He continued, making air quotes around the word cure. You felt your eyes filling with tears but still Cas continued. “I believe in you. I believe in your ability to handle your stresses and problems with an amazing ability. I will not ‘cure’ you as you wish, because you do not need me to. You might think you do, but I believe in you. I believe in your ability to handle your mental illnesses.” He explained to you, putting his hands over yours as you broke down into tears over his positive revelation about you and your mental illnesses. “Cas, you have no idea how much that means to me.” You whispered, afraid your voice would break with emotion. “I truly believe what I am saying, Y/N. You are incredible.” He told you, sincerity filling his features. You silently sobbed, shoulders shaking with emotion as Cas’s words filled your ears and heart. He allowed you to cry, allowed the emotions to sweep over you like a tidal wave, and gave you a release you were unaware you needed. You felt the weight of your depression sink onto your shoulders, the clutch of the anxiety on your heart and you KNEW you could rise above it. You knew that you had the strength and ability to kick its ass and make it another day. You felt the resolve from Castiel as he believed in you, as he  unknowingly fed his strength into your mind and body. You ceased your tears and sat upright as Cas produced a tissue from one of his jacket pockets and you used it to wipe your eyes so you could look him in the face. “Thank you for believing in me, Cas. I didn’t realize I needed someone to.” You stated, voice clearer and stronger than you expected it to be. “You don’t need someone to believe in you, you needed a reason to believe it was okay to believe in yourself.” Cas smiled, finding it comical that such a strong human would need something that was so easy to give. You smiled at him again, feeling your eyes fill with tears, but you were determined not to let them fall. You stood, motioning for Castiel to do the same and you enveloped him in a hug. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, before letting his arms fall to hug you back, holding you tightly and . “Thank you, Cas. I needed this talk. I appreciate you being the one to tell me that I was okay, regardless of anything.” “Any time, Y/N.” Cas told you, before you released each other and took a step back. You grabbed your beer, taking the last sip and heading to throw it in the trash. When you came back, Cas was gone but there was a note that read, “Had to go to heaven. Tell Sam and Dean I said goodbye. See you soon. Castiel.” You smiled to yourself, typical Cas, as you wandered off to your room to get some much-needed sleep.

[impending-day]

okay so this part is incredibly self indulgent and not at all randomized but. whatever its my series so

ps. if i had leonhardt you bet hed be in here. but alas he HASNT BEEN IN THE STORE so im just over here,.,.., crying,.,.., dont mind me.,.,.

SECOND PART:

Conviction:

they were definitely a challenge to get used to. for some, pronoun-wise, while for most it was just personality-wise

very protective over their friends. like very protective. they will punt someone into the sun with no hesitation if any of the others are hurt

either has no opinions on something or the strongest opinions on something that you will ever see. dont get them started on tomatos please i beg of you

enjoys being relatively cryptic, but talks a lot and ends up losing their cryptid feel. no one has the heart to tell them

their gender is conviction, as stated in the file. thats all that it is. conviction

Adnachiel:

younger brother-type entity. no one knows exactly what type of younger brother, but they do know that he needs to be protected at all costs

has a fantastic poker face. no one knows what hes thinking at any given time and its terrifying when hes staring right at you

loves baking. teaches baking. stress bakes but no one ever knows hes stressed until someone walks into the kitchen and is like "oh thats a lot of muffins adna are you okay"

doesnt try to be cryptic but is. its insisted that its part of his charm tho

nonbinary with masculine and gender neutral terms. he literally has the nonbinary color scheme you cant say no. also he and steward are dating because yes

Elysium:

he is Still the mom friend. he cannot escape his mom friend vibes (see part 1 for context)

since most of the people here are responsible, he just kinda hangs out and chills with everyone. he is known to occasionally bring snacks

his vision is impaired when he isnt using originum arts, so when hes really tired he asks someone to point out details. its why he knows directions so well and has such good hearing too.

loves physical affection, regularly asks for it

totally transmasc (thorns is too i dont make the rules okay theyre in love and i want to project)

Hoshiguma:

badass. scary dog privelages. fuckin tall. hot wife. will fuck your mom and your dad. has a bigger dick than you ever will. absolute girlboss

she learns how to make cookies with adnachiel and every so often bakes some as a Treat

laughs as conviction chucks a fully grown man into the stratosphere. sometimes takes videos of it too. it makes very good meme material

best hug giver. 10/10. those strong arms will hold you like you are a newborn child: with the utmost care and affection

trans woman. very proud trans woman. i love her so much okay she is just amazing. first six star attachment here

Saga:

shes like the older sister who looks responsible on the outside but really isnt

runs off for undetermined lengths of time, returns with food. no questions are asked, the food is good, life is fine

has tried to learn how to fight like conviction before, she failed miserably but had a lot of fun in the process so it was all good

practically begs someone to bake once a week. when its not adnachiel, its hoshiguma, courier, or gloria. why doesnt she make it herself, you ask? well. she burns the kitchen. every time

not trans (i know, who even wrote this) but still a girlboss and a great ally

Broca:

acts like he doesnt want to be here but would fight god if he was told hed be taken away. btw broca would, indeed, win. just sayin

always paying attention. especially when he looks like he isnt. he pays attention to every detail and tries to remember them as well as he can

the amount of times hes had to protect these people gives him the title of mvp tbh. for some reason this group attracts trouble and this boy says "no go away"

fuckin loves spending time with hoshiguma. the others are fine too but hoshi is just so safe. must be the height idk

we got, you guessed it, transmasc broca!!! woooooooo!!!!! im not sorry at this point. its my self indulgence let me do what i want

Nightmare/Gloria:

i love gloria. everyone loves gloria. she is like a younger sister to everyone. she is loved unconditionally

if she wants something, she gets it. its an unspoken rule that if its for gloria, it goes up in the priority list by approximately 5 spaces

knits a lot. everyone has something that she knitted for them and they all never take them off except to wash

likes adnachiels cake the best. after a hard mission, adnachiel will bake a cake for them to share and gloria always gets the biggest piece

also not trans surprisingly. just a lovely cis lady

Nearl:

the mother of all mothers. gets along splendidly with hoshiguma. i mean, two tall buff ladies with shields? theyre besties, your honor.

seems all noble to most but really lets loose around friends. complains in the funniest ways about the weirdest stuff and its always so fucking funny

looks amazing in heels okay. she hates formalwear but will kill a man if she gets to wear heels

lifts weights in her free time. or boxes, either works. my point is that shes so strong that people stand in line to get a picture of her arms

also transfem and absolutely stunning. i love nearl okay shes so pretty

Matoimaru:

feral child let her be free

she is an unusually fast sprinter. let her loose and she can be out of sight within seconds. this doesnt include her insane jump height either

literally so sweet like. she doesnt notice someone is hurt unless its explicitly stated but will act like a mother trying to heal them to the best of her ability

makes flower arrangements for everyone. often asks gloria for assistance with plant types and whatnot, and really likes listening to her ramble about some random flower

was gonna say transfem but im changing it up. afab... agender? idk that sounds good for now. still she/her pronouns tho. gotta think about this one

Courier:

very comfy nice chill older brother vibes. he is literally just comfy to be around its great

you thought matoimarus speed and jump hight was impressive?? you havent seen couriers. this man stronk

absolutely loves hot chocolate. other sweets, not so much, so whenever someone bakes, theyll make a cup of hot chocolate for courier only

surprisingly good debator. great at changing peoples opinions on really mundane topics

transmasc courier transmasc courier. and he has a lovely cis boyfriend called silverash and they are in love. its beautiful

OKAY YALL LISTEN UP, its time for a new series

so i currently have 144 arknights operators, right? i put all of em into a list for safe-keeping. i just like doing that. but my list keeper has a randomizer tool in it, so i can pick up to 10 random operators at a time.

.....so what if i did that and made them into friend groups.

i think itd be funny. a haha fnuy, a real knee slapper.

next post (which is soon) will be my first part of the series!!!

PS: feel free to comment any suggestions for friend groups you have!!! ill try to get to em lmao