#it's almost “ironically” but not quite

[demonic0angel]

Jack and Maddie try to introduce their girlfriend Talia to living like a normal person. Of course, they're both insane, so this has mixed results.

“So… you have no servants?” Talia asked, trailing a finger along the edge of a cabinet and then pulling away to look at the dust that accumulated, an eyebrow rising on her face. “How do you keep things clean?”

“We have Jazz and Danny do them as chores,” Maddie said with a smile. “It teaches children responsibility, discipline, and necessary life skills.”

Talia nodded slowly. “I see.”

Jack pulled Talia via a hand to her waist as he also said cheerfully, “We also teach them how to clean up their weapons and any accidents! This way, they’ll know what to do if they kill a ghost!”

Both of Talia’s eyebrows rose and she looked at Maddie, who pressed against her other side. “Is that normal? Teaching children to clean up after their killings?”

“‘Killings’ sound so illegal,” Maddie chided. “We call it exterminations. And of course! Any child should know how to clean up after an accident they made!”

Talia nodded to herself again, muttering, “I knew Bruce was wrong…” she looked at her two lovers and asked, “What else do you two teach your children?”

“We teach them a variety of martial arts, weaponry, machinery, and much more! It’s important that they know how to defend themselves if a ghost attacks them! Jazz was able to learn almost every single weapon we have in our arsenal since she was 5! Danny knows over 22 forms of martial arts and he’s still learning. You should’ve seen it when he was young,” Maddie sniffed. “He used to try and fail to flip Jack over and now he’s kicking his father in the face!”

Jack also sniffled, wiping away a tear. “I’m so proud!”

Talia beamed. She loved how proud her partners were of their children’s fighting prowess. After all, she felt the same way. “I agree. My dear son is also the same. He learned since he was very young and now he is quite proficient with a sword. What weapons do you two teach?”

“Everything!” Jack grinned. “Staffs, swords, guns, ribbons, fans, frying pans, waffle irons, a beach toy— you name it! I can promise you that Jazz and Danny will be the best ghost exterminators in the world when they’re older!”

Talia seemed to almost swell with delight. For once, her cold and haughty demeanor broke as she smiled brightly. “So you agree? That teaching your children to be the strongest is the ultimate life goal?”

Maddie and Jack shared a look and then nodded at Talia in agreement. “But of course,” Jack said, trying to sound wise, “It’s also important that they learn to have fun! That’s why we let them drive the car whenever we go out exterminating for ghosts! And we also make sure that they bond with others and have friends— that way, more people can be on the watch out for ghosts and help us hunt them down!”

Talia smiled. “I will take your advice in mind. Oh, it would be wonderful if my beloved son could meet you too. He’s only learned the basics: over 10 forms of martial arts, several swords, a mastery of basic melee weapons, and he knows how to use a staff, but I believe that your training can join our families together and make our children even stronger!”

Maddie blushed bright red. “Oh, Tally!” She cooed and then drew in their girlfriend for a kiss.

Jack beamed and said, “I can’t wait for our kids to meet yours! We can be one big, happy, normal family!”

From a distance, Jazz and Damian shared a bewildered and almost frightened look.

How on earth did their parents find someone who was almost as crazy as them….??

And how on earth did they all share the same murderous braincell??

[skylin-files]

girl code ⋆ na jaemin

pov: your best friend's former situationship started hitting you up. what could go wrong?

pairing: college student!jaemin x college student! yn

featuring! winter of aespa, nct members

note: this is part three (final part). i hope you like it; your comments will be highly appreciated. ♡

check other parts here: part 1 | part 2

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You found yourself zoning out in the cafeteria, barely touching your food, while both Haechan and Mark watched you with concern.

Winter’s silence—ignoring you and not replying for two days—wasn’t helping either. Perhaps luck was on your side, as your lab class with Jaemin had been postponed due to your professor’s flu.

Occasionally, you’d cross paths with Jaemin in the hallway. You tried to appear neutral, but the heavy weight in your stomach was impossible to ignore every time you saw him. At the same time, you couldn’t deny how much you secretly liked feeling his gaze linger on you as you turned away.

It had been two days since Mark sent the group photo and two days since you last heard from Winter.

It was the end of your final class, and as you placed the last of your things in your locker and slammed it shut, you nearly jumped at the sight of Jaemin leaning casually against the locker next to yours.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice soft. You blinked, trying to steady yourself, and whispered back, "Hey."

You watched him as he straightened up from his relaxed position, seeming to wrestle with his thoughts, hesitating before speaking.

"How are you?" he asked. His tone held a subtle weight, as though he wanted to ask more but held himself back. You hadn’t been replying to his messages like you used to, and though he clearly noticed, he chose not to press further.

"I’m okay, just busy," you answered—a tired, overused excuse. It was obvious Jaemin didn’t believe you, but he only nodded in response. "Can I get you a coffee?" he offered.

Did you want to say yes? Absolutely. But was it the right thing to do? You weren’t sure. Caught between the pull of a heart yearning for love and a mind that kept shutting it out, you felt a pang of helplessness.

"Sure," you murmured, almost to yourself, the word slipping out with a faint sense of defeat.

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"One americano and an iced caramel macchiato for Jaemin," the barista announced.

Jaemin gathered both drinks, and while you went to the restroom, he placed them at the table by the time you returned. The two of you settled into a cozy seat at a café near campus, the same place where you and Winter usually hung out. As you sat there, your thoughts drifted to your best friend, and a somber look crossed your face, which Jaemin quickly noticed.

"We haven’t seen much of each other lately," he remarked, though you couldn’t quite read his expression.

"Well, our professor has the flu," you replied. Jaemin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

The silence lingered for a while, and once again, it felt like he was on the verge of saying something but was hesitating. Finally, he spoke up. "I missed you."

As you were about to take a sip from your cup, you froze for a moment, the cup hanging just a few inches from your lips.

"I missed you too, Jaemin," you replied, though deep down, you couldn't help but feel that developing feelings for Na Jaemin might be the most ironic twist fate had thrown your way.

"I want to be upfront," he started, and you could feel your heart race. "I’m not sure if you're intentionally ignoring me or if I did something wrong," he added.

"Your actions toward me have been confusing." You cut him off, attempting to conceal the real reason behind your behavior—the fact that you knew about him and Winter. As you spoke, you noticed Jaemin’s eyes soften.

"I know," he replied softly. "That’s why I’m here. I want to clear everything up."

For a moment, you found yourself wondering if what you had said was just an excuse, a way to justify your actions. Deep down, you realized that part of you was also eager to discover if Jaemin felt the same way about you as you did about him.

"The things I’ve done with you, the things I’m doing now, and the things I’m about to do—I'm not doing any of this just to be friends," Jaemin confessed. "I wanted to be clear and be 100% honest with you, because this is how it needs to be for it to work."

Hearing him speak so openly, you knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"Your best friend, Winter... remember when you said she had a situationship here on campus?" Jaemin asked. You could only nod, finally bracing yourself to hear the confirmation.

"That was me," Jaemin admitted. You weren’t sure whether to feel heartbroken, knowing that your best friend was the failed situationship of the first boy you'd ever liked, or relieved, remembering how Jaemin had opened up about his past situationship with you.

"You told me that your first and last situationship was one of your biggest regrets. You said you didn’t want to go through it again, that it was pointless, a waste of time. That was Winter?" you asked, and Jaemin nodded in response.

Was it wrong to feel a sense of relief at his answer? He was clearly over your best friend, yet you couldn’t shake the guilt that lingered deep inside.

"I want to be completely honest with you," Jaemin said. "I like you, and if you feel the same, I’ll do everything I can to make it work. But that can only happen if I tell you this."

Both of you understood the consequences. You hadn't known that Jaemin was Winter's past situationship, and Winter hadn’t even mentioned it when you showed her the picture of you and Jaemin together. As for Jaemin, he was aware that you and Winter were best friends, but his feelings towards you all came naturally, and his intentions were sincere—what he felt for you was real.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner, but now that what I feel for you is clear, I knew you needed to know," Jaemin said.

His words made your heart sink. You appreciated Jaemin for being honest, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness. Winter, your best friend for years, couldn’t even face you or talk to you about it over the phone.

You never understood why girls would lose their minds over a boy, not until Na Jaemin came into your life. You could only smile wistfully, never expecting to find yourself caught up in this kind of situation.

"I actually knew since two days ago," you finally confessed to Jaemin. "Winter, she’s been ignoring me. She even soft blocked me and my friends on social media," you added, referring to Haechan and Mark.

You paused for a moment, then looked at Jaemin and said sincerely, "Thank you for talking this through with me," feeling a deep sadness in your stomach. "But I need some time," you added, almost as if you were saying it to yourself rather than to Jaemin.

He nodded in response, and you could see a smile on his face, though it carried an undertone of sadness. "I understand," he replied.

You left the café and as you walked a few blocks away, the rain began to pour. Quietly cursing, you realized you didn't have your umbrella. But when you checked your bag, you found one tucked inside.

It wasn't yours, but it looked familiar.

You sighed as you realized it must have been Jaemin's—he must have placed it in your bag while you were in the restroom.

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The rhythmic sound of the cheerleading team's synchronized movements echoed through the gym as they practiced. For the past few days, Winter had dedicated all her time and focus to cheer, as if nothing else mattered.

When practice finally ended, she sat on the benches while the rest of her teammates left. She was alone in the gym, at least until footsteps echoed in, though she didn’t initially pay much attention. It wasn’t until the footsteps stopped in front of her that she looked up from her phone—it was Jaemin.

Winter froze as Na Jaemin stood in front of her in the university gym. "Are you lost?" she asked with a chuckle, trying to mask the uneasy feeling swirling in her stomach.

"We need to talk," Jaemin said plainly. Winter couldn’t stop the frown that formed on her face, starting to piece together the real reason he was there. Jaemin wasn’t there for her—he was there because of her best friend.

"If you’re here to tell me to talk to my best friend, then you should just leave," Winter snapped, standing and hastily gathering her things.

"You’re selfish, you know that?" Jaemin’s words caught her off guard, but she continued packing, determined to ignore him.

"You cut me off when I wanted to court you properly. And now that I’ve started liking someone who’s ready to commit the way I am, you’re acting like you’re the one who’s been dumped," Jaemin said, his usual calm demeanor replaced with frustration.

"She’s my best friend!" Winter lashed out, nearly throwing her things in her anger as her voice echoed in the empty gym. Jaemin and Winter locked eyes, tension crackling between them.

"This is the first time she’s liked a guy, but I know she understands what girl code is," Winter said, her voice faltering. Even as the words left her mouth, she felt foolish. Jaemin had never truly meant anything to her; their connection had been casual. Yet somehow, her pride and ego felt bruised, as if her very identity had been challenged.

"If you wanted her to follow girl code so badly, why didn’t you confront her about it?" Jaemin shot back, his tone sharp. "Why did it have to be me telling her about us? Why did her other friends have to find out before she did? You weren’t honest with her."

"I was honest! Not entirely," Winter countered, her voice rising in defense. "But when I said you two looked good together, I meant it. You did look good together." She paused, her voice trembling now. "But that doesn’t mean it didn’t make me feel sick to my stomach," she admitted, her frustration spilling out in every word.

Her hands trembled as she spoke, guilt crashing over her. Winter felt like the worst friend, the worst person, for the way things had turned out. She hated the way she felt but couldn’t deny it.

"You two looked so good together that it started to hurt," Winter admitted, her voice heavy with emotion. "But I don’t have the right to feel that way because I was the one who cut you off. We had nothing, and I didn’t do anything to change that. I didn’t stop her from seeing you."

Winter’s frustration was palpable, but it wasn’t directed at Jaemin or her best friend—not really. Deep down, she was angry at herself, though she desperately wished she could blame someone else. The weight of her own choices and inaction bore down on her, leaving her overwhelmed with regret.

Winter felt a wave of helplessness as she locked eyes with Jaemin, her mind briefly imagining what it might have been like if she had given him a chance—if she had taken him seriously. But reality pulled her back, and she could only shake her head in resignation.

"Just take care of her," she said softly, her voice heavy with emotion.

"I know you will, but please, take care of her. She's been looking out for me for years, and she deserves someone who will do the same for her." She was referring to her best friend. Clutching her gym bag tightly, she turned and walked out of the gym.

Jaemin stood frozen in place, the sound of the gym door slamming shut echoing in the empty space. Letting out a deep sigh, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Your name was on the screen—the call was still ongoing. You had heard everything.

Every word, every emotion in Winter’s voice, every part of the conversation. You had heard it all.

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Your lab classes had resumed, but Jaemin was no longer seated beside you. At first, it stung, but then you realized why he had moved. He was doing it for you—giving you the time and space you said you needed.

Days passed, and you could still feel his gaze linger on you when you weren’t looking. The moment you no longer sensed his eyes, you found yourself testing your luck, stealing glances at him as if trying to grow accustomed to admiring him from a distance.

It was bittersweet, almost cliché.

A sadness settled over you as you wondered: Is this your reality with Jaemin? To admire each other from afar? The thought crept in—perhaps you and Jaemin were better at yearning for each other than at actually being together.

Not long after Jaemin spoke to Winter, you received a message from her. It was brief, only a few words:

Winter: “I’m sorry. I hope I can talk to you properly soon. I love you.”

You didn’t bother replying. It was clear she wasn’t ready to have an honest conversation or fully confront the situation. And as much as it hurt, you knew you had to face it on your own.

Weeks passed, and another group task was assigned during your lab class. As usual, everyone was instructed to write their partner's name on a piece of paper.

Glancing around the room, you noticed Jaemin's seat was empty. Your grip on the pen tightened as an internal battle raged between your heart and mind. Letting out a quiet sigh, you decided to follow what you truly wanted.

Carefully, you wrote your name on the paper. Just below it, you added "Na Jaemin."

Staring at the name, you gave a small nod before rising from your seat to submit it to your professor.

"He won’t mind, right?" you murmured to yourself, hoping you were right.

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Jaemin sat in the cafeteria with his best friend, Jeno, who was happily devouring his lunch.

“Are they not eating lunch today?” Jaemin asked, glancing at his watch. He was referring to you and your friends, who usually occupied the far end of the cafeteria.

“She’s in the library,” a familiar voice chimed in, followed by the loud clatter of a food tray being slammed onto the table, startling both Jaemin and Jeno. The voice belonged to Haechan, who had appeared out of nowhere, with Mark trailing closely behind, carrying his own tray.

“Be careful,” Jeno muttered, giving Haechan a side-eye, but Haechan merely shrugged as he and Mark casually settled into the seats across from Jaemin and Jeno.

“Why are you guys sitting here?” Jeno asked, giving Mark, his classmate, a friendly grin afterward, pointing toward the end of the cafeteria where Haechan and Mark usually sat. Both Jaemin and Jeno looked at them, confused by the sudden change in routine.

"You were looking for us, right? It would be easier if we sat closer to you," Haechan joked.

"It would have been easier if you brought your friend with you," Jeno retorted, referring to you, earning a glare from Jaemin. "As Haechan said, she's in the library," Mark added.

An awkward silence settled over the table until Haechan broke it, clearing his throat to grab Jaemin's attention. "Do you still like her?" Haechan asked casually, causing Jeno to nearly choke on his food at how blunt Haechan was.

"What?" Jaemin responded, and Mark rolled his eyes at the answer.

"One of our seniors is planning to ask her out," Mark added, prompting another "What?" from Jaemin, this time it was so loud that people nearby started giving them puzzled looks.

"Yeah, so you'd better get your act together. A month is plenty of time for space, right?" Haechan teased, casually chewing his food.

"Oh, and she wrote you down as her lab partner, so I guess that's your cue to stop this silent treatment," Haechan added, prompting Jaemin to jump out of his seat, leaving his food untouched as he rushed to the library where the duo had said you were. He had only missed one lab class, and this is what he returned to.

Jaemin silently thanked his lucky stars. If he had been there, would you still have written his name as your lab partner? No one could know for sure, but he quietly appreciated the universe's strange twist of fate—giving him a headache that day, which kept him from attending the class and the calls.

Jeno simply watched his best friend dash off, shrugging before going back to his food. He then looked at Mark and Haechan sitting across from him. "So, is it true that one of your seniors wants to ask her out?" Jeno asked.

"Nope," the duo replied in unison.

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Peeking through the library, Jaemin let out a sigh when he didn't see you. You must have already left. With lab class not until tomorrow, Jaemin considered texting you but hesitated, thinking it would feel strange to reach out after a month of silence. He decided to wait until the next day instead.

As the last period ended and he walked through the campus gates, Jaemin sighed again when rain began to drizzle. He scratched the back of his neck, deciding not to waste time by waiting for the rain to stop. It wasn’t too heavy, so he kept walking, feeling the droplets on his skin. Pausing at the stoplight, he waited for the signal to turn green. That's when he noticed the rain no longer falling on him.

Looking up, he saw you holding an umbrella over his head.

"You shouldn't walk in the rain, you might get sick," you said, making Jaemin freeze for a moment as he realized it was you. The umbrella he had placed in your bag during your last meeting at the café was now in your hands.

"I don't want my lab partner missing another class," you added, trying to sound casual, but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you.

Jaemin couldn’t help but smile, a wave of happiness swelling in his chest. He nodded and reached for the umbrella, but your hand brushed against his, making him hesitate. Without thinking, he ended up holding the umbrella for both of you.

"Thank you," he said, his heart racing slightly. You could only smile in response, at a loss for words.

It had been some time since you were this close to Jaemin, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as you both shared the umbrella. Jaemin’s phone vibrated, a notification popping up. You couldn’t help but shake your head slightly, a bigger smile spreading across your face when you saw it was a message from Jeno.

Jeno: “Thank me later! She asked me about your last class.”

Jaemin smiled at the text before turning off his phone, his expression suddenly shifting to one of seriousness.

"Is it true that a senior wanted to ask you out?" he asked out of nowhere.

You looked at him, clearly confused. "What? What senior?" you replied, bewildered.

Jaemin studied your face for a moment, sighing as he realized Mark and Haechan had been playing a prank on him. "I hate your friends," he muttered, pulling you closer so you wouldn’t get wet from the rain.

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You and Jaemin resumed talking comfortably after that, with the two of you becoming lab partners again. Thankfully, Jaemin didn’t mind, and in fact, he was quite happy about it. He started sitting with you again in class, and during breaks, your friend group began sitting together with Jaemin and Jeno.

The attraction between the two of you? It was clearly still there, but now the signs were more obvious.

Jaemin no longer hesitated to hold your hand, kiss the back of your hand—whether it was randomly, out of boredom, or as a simple gesture to show his adoration for you—buy you lunch, carry your bag, and walk you home like before. He’d share his headphones with you, always finding a reason to walk by your side, even if it meant taking the longer route. Na Jaemin would take note of all the small things you liked, showing just how much he cared.

You weren’t being subtle either. Instead of admiring him from afar, you now had the chance to admire him up close as he focused on the lab report beside you. You’d make little excuses to talk to him, always try to sit next to him, finding small ways to be near him. You’d even send him little texts just to check in, and when you saw new art galleries or exhibits in town, you’d share them with him, suggesting that the two of you go visit together.

These are just a few of the many ways the two of you express your growing feelings for each other. After a few weeks, Jaemin began courting you, showing you just how serious he was about his feelings. This time, you chose to follow your heart.

Whenever you were with Jaemin, you’d find yourself staring at him for a while, watching a soft smile form on his lips whenever he caught your gaze. Every moment spent with him was filled with gestures of affection, and each one made your heart flutter with happiness.

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It was a special day—the annual cheer team competition, a major event for universities, where cheer teams from different schools came together to compete.

Your and Winter's universities were among them.

Since Winter was part of her university's cheer team, you knew you'd be seeing her today. Although you hadn’t spoken to her since her last message, you often found yourself checking her social media to keep up with her. From her posts, you could tell she’d been busy with cheer and had started partying less. You even came across a post where she had tried baking—a new hobby she had taken up to keep herself occupied. Sometimes, you wondered if she thought of you as much as you thought of her, or if she ever stalked your social media or checked in on your friends' posts to see how you were doing.

���Hi, here’s a free cupcake for you!” one of the students from another university said, offering a cupcake with their cheer team's name on it.

“Oh, but I’m from a different university,” you chuckled.

The person smiled and insisted, “This is a friendly competition! Take it.”

You accepted the cupcake with a thank you and made your way to your seat, where your friends and Jaemin were already waiting.

You glanced at the cupcake, noticing it had the logo of Winter’s cheer team on it. A soft smile crossed your face as you realized it was from her team. You missed Winter so much.

As you began nibbling on the cupcake, you shared it with Jaemin, unaware that Winter herself had baked it. She and her team had made the cupcakes for their supporters, and she knew you'd be there. Winter could only smile to herself as she watched you in the crowd, munching on the cupcake she had made.

Winter noticed Jaemin sitting beside you, opening a bottle of water for you while you enjoyed the sweet treat. This time, she didn’t feel that uneasy knot in her stomach. Her smile wasn’t bittersweet; it was genuine.

Fuck Girl Code.

Na Jaemin was truly looking after you, just as she had hoped.

"I hope you don’t think of me too much, I don’t want you to be sad over someone like me," Winter whispered to herself, watching as you and Jaemin laughed at something, Jaemin kissing the back of your hand as if it were second nature.

Suddenly, your eyes met Winter's. You were taken aback to see her looking at you, but instead of turning away or ignoring you, Winter gave you a warm smile. You returned the smile, and maybe, for now, that was all that mattered.

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[kilannad]

you know what gets me? The Inquisitor is Maker Marked.

setting aside Andraste and whatever really happened during the war against the Imperium, Veilguard entirely recontextualizes what being Herald means, whether you approve of the retcons or not.

Harding almost gets there in Veilguard during one of the post-memory cutscenes, but she doesn't quite carry it all the way. Yes the elvhan built Arlathan, but there's more in the Chant than just the Golden City.

The Maker made the Veil. The Maker built the Golden City and cast out mortals from it. The Maker cast down the Old Gods and left them dormant beneath the ground.

With Veilguard, we now know that Solas did all those things. Maybe didn't build the Golden City specifically, but he's the one responsible for moving it to the Veil.

Wisdom. Solas. Dread Wolf. Maker.

They call them the Herald of Andraste because they saw 'Andraste' save them from the Fade and because they carry the Maker's mark. The first is blatantly false, but the second? It's Fen'Harel's orb that marked her. It's the Dread Wolf's anchor. Which makes it the Maker's anchor, though no one knows it.

I don't know what Andraste was hearing/seeing from her visions during the war with the Imperium. If it was spirits whispering to her old secrets she didn't understand, or if Mythal, buried in someone deep in the Alamarri tribes nudged history, who fucking knows. But humans have been worshipping an elvhan god--the worst of them, ironically (from the elves perspective at least)--and using it to justify genocide for nearly a thousand years.

do you think Solas realized? do you think he understood that his actions, completely out of context, gave rise to the biggest religion since the fall of the Evanuris? do you think he considered this just another sin to be laid at his feet?

[catboyolli]

Favourite olli lore? (Or just any fun facts/stories lol, I don't know an awful lot to start so anything will probably be surprising to me ahaha)

hey anon! oh I have a looooot of lore tidbits for you then! 🤭 I'll try to include a source for all that I can, other stuff unsourced is from things I've read and remembered over the years (sorryyy) special thanks to @theflyingfeeling and @sparfloxacin for fact checking and helping me find some of the sources, i love youuuuu 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Olli plays bass, guitar, he has some DJ skills and also plays percussions, piano and wine cups (yes). He graduated from Oulu Conservatory in 2017 with a pop and jazz background. I believe he's the only member of the band we haven't heard sing so far, but he's got amazing dance moves to make up for it.

He's been friends with Joonas, Tommi and Santeri their tour manager for almost 20 years. Before joining Blind Channel he used to play in a metal band called Abhorrent Ritual with Joonas and Santeri.

His instagram handle was @olliveri at some point, and he had dreadlocks when he was younger which didn't suit him at all, sorry 😂

He used to work in a hospital transporting patients, I guess he quit his daytime job after ESC to become a full time musician.

As far as sports goes, he does yoga (here's another clip) and cycling (he might even have a "playlist" for that - sorry, there's no link to the actual playlist that we know of).

The sextant tattoo on his bicep has a meaning - know where you are and where you're headed, check the stars. He also has a "best gig ever" tattoo on his arm that he shares with many other finnish musicians.

He broke 2 basses as far as we know, a brand new one while filming the videoclip for Darker Than Black, and the one he (accidentally, he was drunk) left on the roof of a car after stopping at a gas station during their 2021 summer tour (RIP Simba). Some other basses were lost on their way to various festivals in 2023, it's unknown if he ever got them back.

He's in charge of all the visual design for the band, like the merch, album covers, websites and some parts of the stage design (he made the prototype for the inflatable morningstar they had as background on some festivals). He designed the outfits the band wore to promote Exit Emotions (the red/black and the white ones) and also learned how to sew to make them. Oh, and he also designed the Blind Channel pendants that are sold on their store, it is unknown if he also makes them or not.

On tour, it seems he used to iron everyone's clothes, or at least his fancy shirts by leaving the shower running with hot water and steam iron the clothes. It was also said that he's a bit neurotic with the cleaning on the bus and with his packing, because he needs to do it the day before they leave their hotel. He also has many many alarms to wake up on tour because he "sleeps well" (according to Joonas you have to throw things at him to wake up, or hit him).

He calls himself "Mr. Recovery Man" due to his ability to somehow recover quickly after he's been sick or hangover. Some other nicknames for him are Hobbit or Frodo.

He's also the chairman/president of the board of their music company, Bloodbros Oy. Evey member of the band has a company of their own, Olli's is named Mellon Music Oy after the sindarin word for friend.

And last but not least, let's not forget his amazing bartender skills. Oh, and he has a strong gag reflex :)

[theolivetree123]

Soul♡Cure!

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Four girls come together to make an idol group to spread love and positivity with their songs! Aiko is a bubbly airhead who has a huge heart! Honoka is determined and brave, willing to help her friends with anything! Madoka seems cute, but she is quite feisty, so don't get on her bad side! Shiori is shy and reserved but still cares a lot for her friends!

Soul♡Cure! seems so perfect! But off-stage, things aren't as they seem.

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Soul♡Cure! and its singers are my ensemble stars ocs! I made them a long while back when I first started to play enstars, but I just now decided to revamp them and show them on my blog. This post will be an introduction to each character and a synopsis of their main storyline. (Note: I have not read through the entirety of the main story of enstars and have only read some of the event stories. Because of this, Soul♡Cure!'s story will not have much, if any, tie-ins to the original story of enstars and will basically be a separate arc unrelated to the main story.)

More below the cut ♡

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Introducing....

The stars of Soul♡Cure!

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Aiko Akiyama

Age: 17 / Pronouns: she, her

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Honoka Koizumi

Age: 19 / Pronouns: she, her

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Madoka Hibiki

Age: 18 / Pronouns: she, they

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Shiori Higa

Age: 19 / Pronouns: she, her

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Story

Soul♡Cure!'s big concert is coming up, and Aiko has been working hard to make it perfect for her fans. She has made three new songs for her and her team to sing and has learned the choreography to a T. Though, the same cannot be said about her other colleagues, Honoka, Madoka, and Shiori. The three other girls haven't been prioritizing their performance, and Aiko is extremely frustrated but she doesn't have the confidence to tell them, as they can be rather hostile towards her. But Soul♡Cure!'s concert is almost here! Seems like Aiko will need some help to get her team back on track...

In Soul♡Cure!'s story, you learn about each of the members' goals in life and how incompatible they are with Soul♡Cure! Each girl has differing goals and because of this, the four leading ladies don't get along very well. During Aiko's lowest point in the story, she ends up meeting Hiiro and accidentally tells him about how she has been feeling about her colleagues. Upon hearing her frustrations, Hiiro promises to help Aiko with her concert.

At the end, Aiko has a talk with Honoka, Madoka, and Shiori, telling them all about how frustrated she has been with them. It starts out argumentative, but Aiko slowly learns that, whether she likes it or not, the other three girls have different goals in life and Soul♡Cure! won't be the same forever. Honoka, Madoka, and Shiori apologize to Aiko for being cruel to her, and the four decide to get along to make their concert the best it can be. After the concert, Aiko has become a little friendlier with the other girls, and they all go out to coffee together. The story ends with the four girls finally exchanging contact info.

The story still needs a bit more ironing out, but uuhhh this is what I have for now 😭😭😭

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Tagging moots (not many cus I don't wanna annoy yalls): @screamintoad @taruruchi @cheerleaderman @sunnysidesevenup @treydia @justyouraverageuselesshuman

[multiheadcanons]

RED/BLU DIFFERENCES

scout: blu’s scout is the original scout that red’s scout was extracted from. blu’s scout is slower to confrontation and fight. doesn’t mean he won’t, just means he won’t immediately jump to solving things physically. blu is more perceptive, and curious. it gets him in trouble. red’s scout is a problem solver, not a problem finder. explosive energy. blu takes a minute to get revved up. they find a slight rivalry between each other; but they mainly wonder who came from who, and what came from where.

soldier: blu’s soldier is the original that red’s soldier was extracted from. blu was quite literally a perfect soldier before this. he’s quieter with the existence of his counterpart. does a lot of thinking. it makes him an effective and ruthless battle planner. but he can’t help but hesitate on the field. especially seeing himself. he just can’t separate himself from the other. he can’t separate any of the men in his battalion from the enemy. they’re exact replicas. it takes too much brainpower to not treat the enemy as his friend, and his friend as the enemy. he ends up secluding himself.

pyro: there’s no real difference between the two, even if you squint. they both get along just fine. nobody knows which came from the other. they will both live their lives once this is over. there’s just two of them out there now to keep track of. neither one of them has warned the other about the steadily building case file against them both. and they both keep adding to their growing list of legal issues. so if one gets caught that one’s getting the whole reference section of the library thrown at them. the other will come to save them though.

heavy: red’s heavy is the original that blu’s heavy was extracted from. it took something from him. he doesn’t know what. he feels fine, generally. but the sun is colder. he feels the wind chill faster. laughter is not as filling. he is not as fulfilled. something is fundamentally different. it is missing. blu’s heavy is like… santa but violent. dudes never had a bad day in his life. any day he gets to take a life is a good day to him. every day is a good day to die.

demo: red’s demo is the original that blu’s demo came from. he lost his drive. red’s demo is more than willing to laze a day away, and finds himself seduced by the drink more often than not, but when he gets his head on his shoulders, he feels pretty okay. smart, hardy, perceptive… enough. blu’s demo is almost as sensitive as his bombs. he’s itching to move, to go, to get the jump on the red team before they can get the jump on them. he drinks to slow himself down. he’s trying to learn to stop and think, it isn’t easy for him. he doesn’t know why.

engineer: blu’s engineer is the original that red’s engineer was extracted from. blu’s engie is a very serious person with a lighthearted tone. red’s engie is probably one of the chillest guys you’ll meet with an iron grip of control on every facet of his life. the only other way it can be described is red engie is never worried, because red engie has singlehandedly controlled every facet of his environment, down to the particles of dust. blu engie can’t even find the will to make moves like that anymore, and ends up laughing at the things he can’t change, or can change with immense effort. at the end of the day, they are both mad scientists. red engie’s evil laugh pitches up. they’re gonna let each other live, but they’re settling who gets to take the name dell conagher with a fight when this is all over. they planned, separately, to kill each other in that fight. time will tell who gets to be the dell conagher and who ends up the dead conagher.

medic: red medic is the original that blu medic was extracted from, and blu hates red for that reason. understands in all senses he just… is the medic. he looks like him, speaks like him, got his name. he’s got the same memories up until the split. but it was like the red doctor removed his conscience and built the blu one out of that. blu medic sits with so much guilt. and an insane inferiority complex. he doesn’t want to be the blu medic, he wants to be the medic. as opposed to red’s medic, who doesn’t even consider his blu counterpart as an actual living being even though he created him, so by that stance is the medic. blu’s willing to kill his counterpart to become the only dr. ludwig. he likes to think he’s better than the red medic because he feels bad about the horrible things he’s done, he claims he can’t help his nature. red medic laughs because if all that separates them is guilt, then is his blu counterpart really all that better? blu goes by fritz because he hates the name herbert. blu hates a lot of things about himself. and his counterpart. he’s got a lot of big dreams that require the disappearance of the other to set into motion. and while that may not have been in red’s plan, herbert doesn’t care what fritz does. he hasn’t felt this light in decades.

sniper: red sniper is the original that the blu sniper was extracted from. a lot of snipe’s humor left him when he woke up from the operating table. nothing was nearly as funny as he had felt prior. it took him a while to get jokes again. and blu sniper is just a guy but different. likes his job, does his job well, actually a generally very easygoing and accepting guy. honestly pretty goofy. red snipes has a lot of questions before he’s willing to accept answers. they will kill each other on the battlefield if the opportunity presents itself. otherwise they’re actually pretty cool with each other! they go out and say they’re twins. easier than saying “yeah i got a free lobotomy and the doctor and his engineer friend grew this out of the removed grey matter.”

spy: the blu spy is the copy of the original spy that the red spy was extracted from. the original blu spy died in the procedure. just flatlined after anesthesia was given. the respawn machine hadn’t been activated yet; and medic had a dead body on his table that he did not plan for. it had been a while since he had dealt with that. it’s a big reason medic no longer uses anesthesia on the mercs. nobody actually got to know the original spy that had signed onto the team as a mercenary. but between his two counterparts and the son that survived him, we get a pretty good idea that spy was a charming, cunning man with selective empathy and a brutal tone. the red spy got all of the charm, the blu spy got all the empathy, and they are both quicker than a whip, mentally. love playing mind games with each other. medic and engie didn’t feel a need to conceal from them that neither of them were the original, like they did with the others, who’s source material was still alive. they showed them their host corpse in the morgue. explained what happened. said at this point, they could be anything they wanted. it’s what the original has always been best at. they both found niches in the team they had the means to fill and filled them. neither one has reached out to the original spy’s family, or families. they will probably never do so.

[zishuge]

Sad Bonus:

Di Feisheng? The devil of Jinyuan Alliance, Di Feisheng? Don't you know it's because of him that my master has been missing for ten years? How could you be with someone like that? Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023) | Ep. 13

[oh-no-its-bird]

The Hatake Clan of the year 1798, 2 years before Konoha's founding

7 / 21 accounted for (I'll make the others, or possibly beg someone to share their own with me, as I go along)

Close ups:

+ Bonus designs as I think about political machinations :

"when I looked it up, the wiki says that Iron country actually has little to no shinobi, and instead use samurai?

So, like, incooperating that, thinking that they ultimately ditch it for fire bc in 1789, the new daimyo (who is only 15 and being puppeted by his mother, the previous Daimyo's concubine, who also comes from a big samurai family) basically tells all the existing shinobi clans in iron (of which there are very few and generally keep to themselves out in the wilds) that they need to either leave, stop being shinobi alltogether, or come sit at the foot of the throne like good boys and sign some fun funky new contracts with the new daimyo heavily restricting their every move

like 2 years later Konoha is founded and the Hatake, who were looking for a way to get out of their situation, took the opportunity and ran"

Anyways I haven't slept in almost 24 hours, like holy shit, but I need everyone to look at his face tho:

He can do no wrong

Early Konoha oc art pt. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

[cluescorner]

I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

“Dead. He’s dead.”

“No.” The eunuch’s voice seemed deeper. “He is here. Aegon has been shaped for rule since before he could walk. He has been trained in arms, as befits a knight to be, but that was not the end of his education. He reads and writes, he speaks several tongues, he has studied history and law and poetry. A septa has instructed him in the mysteries of the Faith since he was old enough to understand them. He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands, swum in rivers and mended nets and learned to wash his own clothes at need. He can fish and cook and bind up a wound, he knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid. Tommen has been taught that kingship is his right. Aegon knows that kingship is his duty, that a king must put his people first, and live and rule for them.”

(ADWD Epilogue)

Varys’ words to Kevan Lannister about Prince Aegon are so interesting because of the overarching insinuation that the boy has had a slew of advisors and teachers who have carefully and extensively prepared him for the task of ruling. His listed examples to that point are rather peculiar, however: a knight to train him in arms, a septa to train him in the faith, and various tutors to train him in history and languages.

Now there’s nothing inherently wrong about Aegon’s educators but one has to ask, what do these people even know about actual ruling? What have they seen about the nature of ruling and the nitty gritty of it? What experience do they have? And if they themselves don’t really know what it means to rule, what does that say of their young prince’s education?

It’s an important question to ask when we consider Aegon’s narrative foil: Jon Snow. Jon does not have the expectation of ruling. In fact, as a bastard, he knows that he can never ever get a lordship let alone a crown/throne. Yet Jon has, unlike Aegon, a crew of experienced tutors who have shown him the nitty gritty of ruling. Every single one of his on-page mentors is either a ruler or a leader of men; in addition to the other tutors he had growing up.

So I wanted to take a look at Jon’s mentors and the positions they have held to contrast their experience (and thus the validity of the lessons that they give Jon) as opposed to the lack of experience in Aegon’s crew.

Ned Stark - Jon’s first and (arguably) most impactful mentor. While teaching Jon important lessons about rulership, he was serving as the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North; thus making him one of the most powerful men in the entire realm. He then went on to serve as Hand of the King - the most powerful official save for the king. The irony is that Ned didn’t teach Jon as a successor. Robb was the one meant to succeed him. Yet Jon absorbed his lessons all the same.

Benjen Stark - we don’t actually see much on-page mentorship from Benjen, yet he still is one of Jon’s many father figures in the series. He is a a man of the Night’s Watch so he is sworn to hold no lands or titles. Yet as First Ranger, he is undoubtedly one for he highest ranking officials in the Watch and potentially a skilled warrior. He takes on the role of the knight or leader of men among Jon’s teachers.

Tyrion Lannister - despite being an ‘outsider’, Tyrion comes to hold considerable power. He is an exceedingly learned and intelligent man and managed to impart important life lessons during his short time with Jon. He rises to become Hand of the King and later Master of Coin. Though he doesn’t actively teach Jon how to rule, he’s still an important part of Jon’s character development.

Maester Aemon - one of the anomalies in this list. Yet his impact on Jon’s life cannot be understated. He is a teacher to Jon; we have various references to Jon going to Aemon for advice on how to lead. Aemon also gives Jon advice meant for kings: “kill the boy and let the man be born”. What makes Aemon an interesting addition is that he is a would-be king. And an interesting contrast between Jon and Aegon is that both parallel Aegon V; Jon more organically, Aegon rather artificially. If we remember, Aegon V was a hidden prince who ultimately became king. This is the very same trope that Jon and Prince Aegon are following. And it’s interesting that Aemon, Aegon V’s brother, gives advice on governance to Jon; the same advice given to the unlikely king. So it’s Jon who is carrying the torch of kingship from Aegon V, not Young Griff.

Jeor Mormont - one of the most direct mentors in Jon’s arc. Not only is he a surrogate father to Jon, he does what Ned never did: he directly grooms Jon to be his heir. Jon gets to watch Jeor actually govern the NW as his steward but it’s interesting that he shadows the LC through servitude. Though Jon is intended to succeed the Old Bear, he has to humble himself; he has to follow before he can lead. It’s a contrast to Aegon who would hold power over most (if not all) of his tutors.

Donal Noye - the other anomaly save for Maester Aemon. He is a humble Blacksmith. Yet he has been in the service of kings (having served the Baratheon boys who would all end up as kings). He plays an important role in bringing Jon’s ego back to earth and helping him sympathize with those less fortunate than himself. Despite his humble origins, he does briefly take command of the Wall during Mance Rayder’s attack and then transfers that command to Jon, purely because he believed in Jon’s ability to lead (and he was right).

Qhorin Halfhand - another who takes on the role of a skilled master at arms for Jon. He is an undoubtably powerful warrior. But he is also a leader of men. He teaches Jon important lessons on leadership during their time together beyond the Wall - e.g., to lead your men you must first know them. And in true ‘fridged mentor’ fashion, Qhorin dies so the young prince can take over and grow as a leader.

Mance Rayder - the King Beyond the Wall and one of the most important leaders in the books despite spending all his time in the North. Mance’s role as a mentor for Jon is doubly important given that he also takes on the role as a Rhaegar proxy. Despite Jon coming to him as an (undercover) enemy, he’s still able to impart powerful lessons on how to command an army and wrangle support from different factions of men. Jon learns a lot about diplomacy from observing and being under the KBTW. Mance is a skilled warrior, commander, and politician. A charismatic and gifted man - the picture perfect king for Jon to emulate.

Tormund Giantsbane - a leader of the freefolk who rises to become an unlikely ally for Jon. A skilled warrior and proven leader (we know that he took charge of a couple of thousand of freefolk), Tormund becomes important when there’s a transfer of power from Mance to Jon as leader of the freefolk.

Stannis Baratheon - by law, he is the rightful king of the seven kingdoms. According to prophecy, as Melisandre says, he is the promised messiah. Despite a less than ideal personality, he’s still an important part of Jon’s political arc in ADWD. Arguably a man of immense administrative potential, Stannis is also one of the most successful military commanders in the series; which is great for Jon since he also learned from Ned, who ran an undefeated streak as a battle commander.

The total count now comes to: two kings, two Hands of the King, a ruling lord, three warriors, one wise maester (who has counseled a king), and one commander. That quite a resume for Jon. All these men have some experience leading men and commanding armies, however big or small. So Jon’s preparation has been quite thorough.

What a stark contrast between the two boys, then. Varys’ words give us a roadmap of a “perfect ruler” (or as perfect as one can be) yet when we actually take the time to examine what we see in the text, Aegon is not at all suited for that role - Jon is. In fact, not a single character in ASOIAF has had the intensive preparation to rule that Jon has.

It’s beautiful irony. The prince, the one promised to rule, is actually quote underprepared for the task of it. Meanwhile the bastard, who is at best promised a life of servitude, is the one with the most preparation (and experience) for rulership. It’s the way Aegon, as a narrative foil to Jon, acts as one who validates Jon’s journey. There are certain things needed of a ruler. Jon has them, Aegon doesn’t.

Winds isn’t out yet so we don’t yet know for certain where these two boys will end up. But I’m almost sure that young Prince Aegon is doomed and though he may hold the throne for a while, he will not be the king at the end of the story. And it just might be his inexperience that ultimately dooms him. So what does that say for Jon then? Aegon can’t hold the throne as he’s unprepared for it, but what about Jon who is?

[tj-crochets]

So I've discovered quilt jackets are a thing (thank you @anotherdayforchaosfay) and I am making a list of the ones I want to make so I can remember them later: - absolutely ridiculous scrap jacket - staggered rainbow and black jacket, like that baby quilt top I made recently, with the rainbow on the back of the jacket - shades of one color basic patchwork jacket, probably purple but possibly green - rainbow gradient jacket - plaid flannels! just all the plaid flannels. all of them - stained glass jacket? Idk about that one but maybe

[kavehater]

I’ll never understand younger siblings whining about their older siblings moving away like I bet yall were nasty and annoying too like wow all those years and you claim to adore the older sibling and post oh woe is me the older sibling abandoned me … girl … the older sibling didn’t have a parental certificate or anything.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

vent moment but my health is a bit worse than i let on, which is weird ik since it seems like complain about it all the time here, and apparently i also look sick, because two separate people in their 40s or 50s asked me, 24, if i needed their seat on the bus. kind of them. but humiliating nonetheless.

[hotchipsauce]

ryan warsofsky you will start coughing in 3 days.

[lovelytonys]

for the past year or two I've been almost exclusively turning to daredevil when I want to read some comics and thus I forgot that iron man comics just really do hit different for me. that's not even always, or even usually, in a good way. but iron man comics hook my brain in a way that nothing else can. even bad iron man comics, even iron man comics that i hate, activate my brain in a way that nothing else can. truly no other character will ever be tony stark for me

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

maaannnnnn my finger hurts so much :(((