#like ok just say you like everyone except amarys

[kalosbian]

being an amarys fan is like. pick your poison!

whitewashed

left out of blueberry league works

treated as a shipping device. seen as a girlfriend for carmine, rather than her own character

these are all things i have seen happen btw. hell world!

[toastedqueso]

Praying For A Miracle

Pairing: Mark x Original Female Character | Reader

Summary: Mark tries to bake a cake for his girlfriend's birthday. And rekindles his friendship with eggs.

Genre: Fluff, Crack Fic

Warning: Uh...kitchen disasters?

Words: 1.4k

A/N: I love GBBO, all forms of it. That's what sparked the idea. I need Mark on Celebrity GBBO. The world needs this to heal.

The kitchen is a mess. It looks as if a massive food fight took place. But no, there was no food fight. It’s in its current state because of only one individual. Mark Lee.

Baking a birthday cake for his girlfriend, Amari, seemed like a great idea yesterday when Renjun suggested it.

“It’s so easy,” Renjun said.

“She’ll love it,” Chenle said.

“WOW,” Jaemin said.

Jeno and Jisung gave him silent smiles. He’s not sure what that meant, but smiles were always good. At least Haechan wasn’t there. He doesn’t trust Haechan’s opinion. He had enough votes of confidence to believe that baking a cake was a foolproof idea.

The idea seemed even better this morning when Amari said she was lucky to have such a hardworking and talented boyfriend like him. He truly felt invincible. Unfortunately, his ego got the best of him and now he’s regretting it. The kitchen was regretting it too. There wasn’t a counter or cupboard in sight that didn’t have some of the ingredients splattered on it.

“OK MARK YOU GOT THIS!” He tries to hype himself up. All he has left to do is mix the wet and dry ingredients, pour the batter in the cake pan, bake and decorate. Easy! Mark’s phone buzzes alerting him that he has a new text. He intends to ignore it and stay focused on his cake, but he takes a peek to see that the sender is Amari.

Amari

Got out of my shift early! Time to party!!! 🥳 🥳

Mark

Can’t wait to see you birthday girl! ❤️️ Hahaha

There was nothing funny about this. This should be great news, it IS great news, more time to celebrate her birthday together except for one problem. Mark is nowhere near done with the cake. Mark hastily throws all the ingredients in the baking pan.

“If I throw it in the oven now and increase the temperature, it should be ready when she walks in,” Mark hypothesizes. Or he hopes saying it out loud will make it true.

He puts the heavy cream back into the fridge. There’s no time to get fancy and make whipped cream, he’ll have to stick to Cool Whip. Next, he looks through the cupboards to try to find something to decorate the cake with. He finds nothing and prays he can find candy or even a lollipop in his backpack. Taking a look through the pockets, he finally comes across a squished pack of gummy bears.

“Perfect!” he thinks. They fit the criteria to add some color to an otherwise plain cake.

The timer buzzes and Mark rushes to get the cake out. It looks and smells like a cake, which is right now a miracle. He checks the time and sees he has about 5 minutes to decorate. He has no time to let it cool so he gets the genius idea to put it in the freezer and throw the Cool Whip and gummy bears on it.

After the cake all dressed in white with a mountain of gummy bears, he shuts the freezer door and starts praying. He gets on his knees and actually prays. He prays that the cake is edible and she doesn’t break up with him over Renjun’s bad idea. He really should’ve just bought her a cake and made her a song. In the middle of his praying, he hears a knock on the door. He gets up and accepts that he tried his best no matter what fate awaits him.

“Happy birthday, babe,” Mark greets Amari. He bends down to give her a kiss.

“Thank you!” Amari says breaking the kiss. She buries her face in his chest and sniffs his shirt.

“You smell delicious.”

“Um surprise? I, uh, made you something?” The confidence Mark felt an hour ago has all but left him at this point.

“What? NO WAY! You’re the best!” Amari exclaims as she jumps up to hug Mark. Mark thinks that his panicking for the past 2 hours was worth it for this reaction and savors the moment.

Amari glances up at the kitchen. “But did you try to feed the whole kitchen or something? You got flour everywhere.”

“Oh that…haha.” Mark nervously rubs the back of his neck. He was so caught up in praying that the cake fiasco turns out okay, that he forgot about the mess.

“I’ll get to it later. Wanna try your cake?” Mark changes the subject.

“Of course!” Amari says as she heads to the sink to wash her hands.

Mark takes the cake out of the freezer, which Amari doesn’t comment on to Mark’s relief. Mark looks through the drawers and finds one candle and places it in the middle of the mountain of gummy bears on the cake.

“Sorry about how it looks,” Mark apologizes shyly.

“What do you mean? It’s so cute!” Amari gushes. She takes out her phone and takes pictures to post on Instagram.

“You’re just saying that,” Mark replies. Thinking about Amari boasting to everyone about Mark’s sweet gesture makes him blush a little.

“No, I mean it! You know, I’ve never had anyone bake me a cake before,” Amari confesses. From the look of pure joy on her face, Mark can tell she’s not lying.

“Woah, no way. This is hella special,” Mark states proudly. Maybe Renjun has great ideas, Mark thinks to himself.

Mark lights the solitary candle sitting on the gummy bear hill before singing happy birthday for Amari. Amari closes her eyes to make a wish and blows out the candle. She takes a fork and carefully digs into the cake to keep the gummy bear hill intact. Mark silently prays again while he awaits her reaction. It feels like an eternity has gone by before Amari stops chewing and scrunches up her face.

“Mark, why is the cake crunchy?” Amari takes her fork and begins to closely inspect the contents of the cake. It doesn’t take her long to find it. There are fragments of something brown in the cake. Amari starts howling with laughter while Mark looks shocked at her reaction. Before Mark can ask what’s wrong, Amari starts to speak.

“Umm Mark, why are there eggshells in the cake?”

“WHAT? What do you mean egg shells? I put them in the...Oh God. I dumped everything in the cake pan because you were coming back earlier than I expected and uhhhh maybe the eggshells were in there too,” Mark starts to recall.

Realizing his error, Mark hides his face in his hands and tries to rub away the embarrassment he feels. No, Renjun has the worst ideas. He knows Mark is a disaster with eggs. What kind of person sets their friend up like that?

“Say it.” Mark looks at Amari. She tilts her head in confusion.

“Just say that I suck at this,” Mark pushes.

“Oh Mark, you know I’m not mad. Sure your cake...is interesting. But you tried! At least it looked pretty...ish,” Amari tries to soften the blow.

Mark sits down and sulks. Amari cups his face and turns it to her.

“You know what I love about you? You always try your best. You might not be great at something, but you’ll always try your best and do better next time,” Amari compliments.

Mark blushes from her sweet words. He gets up from his chair and kisses her. He can feel her wanting more as she lightly licks his lower lip. He breaks the kiss at Amari’s slight annoyance.

“I’m sorry about this disaster. It’s your birthday and it’s all about you. You always know how to make me feel good so I’ll find a way to make it up to you,” Mark announces.

Amari grabs Mark by the neck to pull him closer and whispers, “Oh don’t worry, you’re definitely making it up to me tonight. And I’ll be the one telling you what to do.”

Mark’s breath hitches as she runs her hands down his chest and kisses his ear. She shoves Mark away and throws the paper towel roll at him.

“But first, you’re cleaning up the kitchen.”

[hopesangelsprite]

Mind Reader | KNJ (AMBW)

Summary: Amari, an avid daydreamer and fantasy lover, finds herself moved to the honor’s class along with some of her most intelligent peers. After finishing a quiz, she finds herself bored and daydreaming of mind readers. So, she yells in her mind to catch one... only to see her crush flinch in surprise.

The day started like any other day. I got up, got dressed, and caught the bus to school. The ride was just as boring and annoying as any day, too. After we finally made it to our destination, I climbed off the overcrowded vehicle and stopped to read the words I'd been reading for years: Seoul International Highschool. I huffed before making my way towards the glass double-doors. Once I was inside, I passed by the cafeteria opting to not eat today's breakfast.

Soon, I was sitting at my usual desk at the far back of my homeroom class. I watched in utter boredom as throngs of teenagers spilled in a took their seats. Their idle chatting filled the room with a dull buzz until Mr. Wang, our homeroom teacher, walked in a waved a hand for silence. The room quieted instantly as we awaited further instructions. "Good morning, class. We have a busy day ahead of us. I need the following students to stand: Park Chaemin, Riley Caine, Stephanie Chen, Kim Ara, and Amari Park.", he stated whilst placing his messenger bag on his desk.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I stood along with Chaemin, Riley, Stephanie, and Ara. After sitting down his coffee, Mr. Wang faced us with a bright and proud smile. "You five have shown exemplary signs of knowledge, wisdom, and intellectual skill. You all are being moved to Mr. Jung's Honors Class upstairs. Congratulations, Team Wang scholars!!", he announced happily causing the entire class to break into applause. We stood in stunned silence whilst taking in the news. Mr. Wang chuckled at our expressions before saying, "Well what are you waiting for?! Get packed because it's almost time for Mr. Jung to call for attendance!".

We all began hurriedly packing our bags, and soon we were out the door and walking up the stairs to our new classroom. There was a beat of silence before Chaemin spoke up. "Ok. Can we all agree that keep to ourselves as a group? Even though we don't know each other that well?", he asked with nervousness evident in his voice. We all hummed in agreement before Ara added, "We're gonna find a group of empty desks towards the back, and that's where we'll sit from then on, ok?". There were more hums of agreement.

Soon, we were in front of Mr. Jung's class. Chaemin looked at us before nodding and knocking quietly on the door. Even though Chaemin was a mountain of a boy, he was a good 6'2, he was quiet and very anxious at times. There was a pause before a handsome man answered the door with a bright smile. "Welcome, Ladies, and Gents! Come on in!", he chirped whilst stepping aside for us. We walked in to see that there were only eleven other students in the room. Once all of us were inside, Mr. Jung clapped twice bringing the gaze of his students from their assignments to us. "Ok, class! We have five new students joining our Honors Class today. Please give a warm welcome to Chaemin, Riley, Stephanie, Ara, and Amari!", he announced happily before the class erupted into cheers.

We smiled and bowed a little awkwardly. Once the cheering had quieted down Mr. Jung gestured for his students to stand. "Introduce yourselves to our new friends!", he commanded cheerily. A group of four girls walked forward and bowed. The first to announce themselves was a pretty dark-haired girl with blonde highlights at the front of her hair. "Hello, I'm Jennie Kim, nice to meet you all!", she said with a bow. "Hi, I'm Kim Jisoo! I hope we can all be friends!", said another pretty dark-haired girl. A pretty blonde girl waved energetically at us before saying, "Hi!! I'm Lalisa Manoban, welcome to our little family!". A pretty silver-haired girl waved happily before saying, "Hi, everyone! I'm Roseanne Park! It's very nice to meet you!".

Once their introductions had finished, they sat back down and a group of seven boys made their way forward. They bowed in sync before standing fully and smiling. "Hello, new friends! I'm our hope, you're my hope. I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope or Hobi!!", a cute red-haired boy said with an illuminating smile. A boy with pastel mint hair waved before saying, "Hi, I'm Min Yoongi, but everyone calls me Suga.", with a tiny smile. A tall broad-shouldered boy followed with, "Hello, I'm Kim Seokjin a.k.a Worldwide Handsome!". He made eye contact with me before offering a flirtatious wink.

An orange-haired boy stepped forward a bit whilst waving both hands. "Hi! I'm Park Jimin, and it's lovely to meet you all.", he spoke softly. A blue-haired boy wrapped an arm around Jimin's shoulder before smirking and nodding to us. "Wassup! It's your boy Kim Taehyung, but all the ladies call me V!", the boy spoke with a deep, calming voice. A boy with cherry red hair popped up behind Taehyung and flashed an adorable bunny smile. "Hi, I'm Jungkook but you all can call me Kookie or JK!", he said sweetly causing me to coo inwardly. While I was still trying to recover from the adorable scene I'd just seen, a tall blonde guy stepped forward and bowed.

"Hello, I'm Kim Namjoon, but you can call me Joon or RM. Whatever you feel comfortable with is fine with me!", he spoke with a deep and melodic voice. The voice made my head turn and butterflies ignite inside my stomach. I knew that voice. It frequented my dreams many nights. Only a few feet away from me stood my 6-foot-tall, broad-chested crush. I knew he was an incredibly talented and wise person, but I had no idea he was in this class! From my left, Stephanie tugged on the hem of my shirt. "Isn't that the boy you said you'd risk it all for?!", she whisper shouted. I turned to her and gave her an "STFU" look.

Mr. Jung cleared his throat and gestured toward the back of the class where a cluster of empty seats was. We each walked to the back and took a seat. "Now that the introductions have been completed let us proceed with today's lesson.

*1 HR TIME SKIP*

"Ok, class. After that small lesson, let's take a small quiz to see if we all comprehended!", Mr. Jung announced whilst passing out tests. Once all the tests had been passed out, he gave us a signal to begin. I grabbed my pencil and began to work diligently. Five minutes later, I sat my pencil down and glanced up. A satisfied smile made its way onto my features seeing that everyone was still working. I leaned back and found myself daydreaming. My imagination roamed until a wild thought came to mind. I glanced around at the silent room before a mischievous smirk adorned my features. With hawk-like eyes, I watched for the slightest move of my peers.

Seeing that they were all still, I deemed it time for the next step of my plan. I inhaled deeply whilst closing my eyes before exhaling and opening them. "AYE!!!!!!!!", I screamed as loud as I could inside my head. I watched in absolute shock as my crush flinched and looked in alarm. No one else moved or made a sound because, none of them could hear my thoughts... except for NAMJOON. The boy, who was now calm, looked around before locking eyes with me.

I froze like a deer in headlights. I looked down and pretended to go over my answers innocently. "I know you did that. I know you can hear me, too. When class is over, meet me at my locker.", a voice I recognized as Namjoon spoke in my head. I glanced up to see him throw a quick wink at me just as the dismissal bell rang...

(A/N):

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! Please like, share, and enjoy all my stories!!!

[unknowncountrygirl]

The New Chaser Pt.2

“Win or lose, you get better with every match, Iris.” Skye praised the blonde.

“Well, I've been told I've got a rather smashing coach.” Iris joked, with a bright smile. Before either young lady was able to say anything else, Madam Hootch approached.

“Miss Parkin, I need to speak to you immediately.” She said, leaving no room for back talk. Skye was pulled aside, and Iris waited patiently for her to return as she and Madam Hootch were only out of ear shot. Iris watched as Skye's body demeanor changed, and her shoulders slumped.

“Skye?” Iris called out as Madam Hootch left, “what is it?”

“My Dad. He got injured playing in a match against the Montrose Magpies.” Skye told her.

“Oh no! Skye, I'm so sorry.”

“I'm used to it. Happens to often these days, twilight of his career and all... I have to leave Hogwarts for a little while, and be with my family.”

“Of course! If I can do anything for you, please tell me.” Iris told her honestly. She had hoped that Skye saw her as a friend now as she saw her as one.

“You can. Keep up with your training. My mates will help you. I bet you'll have a tryout invitation by the time I'm back.” Skye told her with a sly smile.

“I meant, what can I do for you? This is no time to be thinking about Quidditch, Skye!” Iris explained to her.  

“Iris, I'm always thinking about Quidditch. I have to go, Madam Hootch will be waiting for me.”

“I understand. I hope everything goes well and that your dad makes a speedy recovery.” The blonde told her before she offered the blue haired girl a hug.

“Thanks Iris.”

Iris felt like Skye didn't give many hugs as she gave her an odd pat on the back before leaving to pack and leave for a time.

She let out a sigh and ran her hand over her hair, pulling the braid over her shoulder and freeing her curls, fluffing them and running her fingers through to comb them a bit and break them up.

Murphy took this time of solitude to approach her. He had practiced this a few times in his head and had the pile of books in his lap, ready to explain all he needed to.

He cleared his throat, alerting her to his presence as she flipped all her hair over her shoulder.

When she turned around to face him, it was as if the motion of the earth slowed down. Her profile was perfection against the sky, and then she looked him face on, the sun behind her created an ethereal glow about her.

“Oh, I recognize you! The Quidditch commentator.”

Annnnd he was screwed. Slap his ass and call him a harpy. This girl had to be part Veela, somewhere along her bloodline because normal girls did not look like her.

Oh God. Oh God, abort mission abort mission! He was never one to be at a miss for words, but he felt his mouth run dry and forgot everything he had practiced saying to her, and went with-

“Strategy!” And literally just dumped the books at her feet. She looked down at the books now laying at her feet and back up at him.

Her eyes were so blue, almost unearthly blue.

“Um. Ok?”

“You're going about getting a Quidditch tryout all wrong.”

He watched her eyebrows knit together and the slight frown that appeared over her lips.

Nope nope nope. Go now. Before you say something even more stupid. He rolled away from her as fast as he could get his chair to go.

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A few days later he was in the commentators box, a friendly on the books, and knew that Iris would be arriving for the friendly soon. He was hoping she may seek him out, he had been able to calm his nerves and knew he could handle a conversation. She was just a female, he talked to girls before, no big deal. That and he figured he could just imagine a naked troll, that would squash anyone's physical attraction to anything.

He spotted her silvery white hair below on a broom and watched as she flew closer and closer to him. He decided to get the first word in this time.

“There you are!”

“You were expecting me?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I was 92.7% sure of it. I tend to make a string first impression.” He gave her a playful grin.

“Yeah... About that... Do you often introduce yourself by dumping a bunch of Quidditch playbooks and then just leaving?”

“That's not what happened.” Shut up McNully. His brain said, but his mouth kept going.

“Yes it was. I was there.”

“What happened was, first I dumped my playbooks... And then you said I recognize you. Then I said strategy, then I dumped the books, then I said you're going about getting a Quidditch tryout all wrong... And then that's when I left.” He effed up. He knew he did by the way her face was squished up and looking at him. Why couldn't he just kept his mouth shut? No, noooo he just had to keep going like a nervous child.

“Isn't that what I just said?” She asked. He should have just agreed, said yes and moved on but his insides felt like they wanted to be his outsides and to keep that from happening he kept talking.

“No, what you just said was, do you introduce yourself by dumping Quidditch playbooks and just leaving... Then I said, that's not what happened, and then you said yes it was, I was there... And then I said-”

“All right, all right!” She said, holding up a hand to get him to stop.

“This is what you get when you chat with a Quidditch Commentator.” He wasn't sure how she was going to react but she surprised him.

“Well,” she smiled. “I suppose it's charming once you get used to it.” He nearly fell out of his chair.

“That's exactly what my mum says!” Why the actual fuck did you just say that! He yelled at himself, wanting nothing more then to bash his skull against the heaviest playbook he had brought. “Murphy McNully, by the way.” He offered her his hand. “The wizarding worlds next best-ever professional Quidditch commentator. That's the plan, at least. Judging by the competition I'd put my odds of going pro at 3-1.” She took his hand and it was just as soft as he imagined it would be.

“Now that's more of a proper introduction, Murphy.”

“My friends call me McNully.”

“Are we friends now? I haven't even introduced myself-”

“You're Iris Rosewood. I know who you are. Curse breaker, rule breaker, and aspiring Quidditch disruptor. Untested, untried and untrained.” She gave him a look and he needed to add something so she didn't think he was completely mental. “Teeming with untapped talent! Speedier then a snallygaster.” Stop talking. “Faster then the swiftest snidget.” Really, stop talking now. “Greener than the greenest bowtruckle. Strategy savvy of a troll-” Why, what are you doing. Stop talking.

“Wait, greener than a Bowtruckle? Strategy savvy of a Troll?” Her voice was strained and her eyebrows couldn't go higher.

“I didn't dump a bunch of playbooks on you because I think you're a seasoned Quidditch strategist.” He laughed and that was wrong.

“Now you're laughing at me.” Her tone was now getting more and more irritated.

“Not at you. I've watched you practice. You're a natural, or I wouldn't have dumped anything on you.”

“Thank you?”

“You're welcome, but you're all might and fight in flight... No insight.” He told her. She shook her head, and ran a hand over her face.

“I don't understand. I've been training non-stop.”

“At the 'school of Skye', where you score full marks for launching a dizzy gnome over a stadium wall? No one is saying Skye hasn't helped you develop phenomenal physical skills in record time but you've still got a lot of tactical Quidditch knowledge to learn if you want to impress Orion Amari and-”

“Who's Orion Amari?” She interrupted him to ask.

“Orion Amari is Gryffindor's team captain! He decides who gets invited to try out for the open chaser position!” Had Skye not freaking informed her of this? How the hell was this girl going to try out if she didn't even know the name of the team captain! “Did Skye not tell you how all of this works?”

“Well, everything except for the Captain's name, she didn't seem to want to talk about him.”

Typical. Murphy thought. “That's likely because Skye and Orion mix like asphodel and infusion of wormwood.” She snickered, “which is to say, best to keep them separated unless you really know what you're doing. This is why you need my help.”

“Because you can get Skye and Orion to mix well?” She asked him.

“No! Because Quidditch is more than skills and drills! It's statistics and logistics! It's analysis and algorithms! It's strategy and mastery and history.” Her gaze was pulled away by the rest of the Gryffindor team arriving.

“Look, Skye's mates are arriving. I should go, we've got a friendly about to start-”

“It's learning from the legacies of the Daisy Pennifolds and the Barberus Bragges and-” What. Are. You. Doing. Stop. TALKING! His brain screamed at him. Her eyes went wide, looking very uncomfortable.

“It's my first practice without Skye here, I really must go-”

“And the Gertie Keddles and the Goodwin Kneens and the--” STOP.

“Murphy!” She finally shouted, and that seemed to get his mouth to stop running. “I can't keep everyone waiting! I have to go!” She turned her broom and began to fly away towards the pitch.

“There's a 94.4% chance you'll be back!” And then he slapped his palm against his forehead. What a way to impress the pretty new girl.

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It was about an hour before the dinner rush, Murphy was sitting at the end of the table, reading a book when he saw an approaching figure. He looked up and he nearly jumped.

“I knew you'd be back! I told you, 84.4% sure of it.” He wasn't. “And you brought a chess set! Who told you?”

“I heard from some people.” She admitted as she sat the chess board down and sat across from him.

“Good. The commentary box is too soggy on rainy days, and I've got to get my brain working on something.” Murphy told her.

“So you're not cross that I left you for Quidditch practice before you finished talking?” She asked a bit sheepishly, embarrassed to have took off when he hadn't finished.

“I'm never finished talking, so it happens all the time! If I get cross about it, I'd always be cross.” He joked with her as he started to set up the chess pieces.

“Then I hope that you're still open to teaching me about Quidditch Strategy.”

If he could, he would have jumped up in excitement. “Finally, you're talking sense! Now lets play some wizard chess.”

“But, I thought you were going to teach me about Quidditch strategy?” Her facial features twisted in confusion.

“I like your enthusiasm, Iris. Lets see if you can keep it up after I beat you.” He teased in his best flirtatious manner.

“We'll see about that.” She retorted with a glimmer in her eye. It almost felt like she was flirting right back at him.

“Iris observes the board, what will she choose?” He narrated as she picked up a pawn and made the first move on the board. “Very nice, this set is quite, mine always tell me I talk to much.”

“It's Penny's, she let me borrow it because I don't have a set myself.”

“Really? We need to remedy that next time we're in Hogsmead.” He stated in an offhanded way that would assure him a trip to Hogsmead with her.

“If you can find me a good one, then fine.” She smiled as he moved one of his pieces.

“Could you please not pinch me so tightly!” Yelled the knight as she picked it up. She placed it down and muttered an apology to the small white piece. They made banter back and forth, and while he was no expert in romance, he swore that they're chat had all the elements of flirting. He was thrilled about it.

“Checkmate!” He said triumphantly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you sure?” Iris asked scanning the board.

“Quite! Because first I moved my King to E3 and you moved your pawn to H6, then I moved my pawn to C3 and you moved your knight to C6, then your knight asked for you to not pinch it so tightly. Then I moved my queen to B3 and you moved your pawn to F6-”

“All right, I get it, you won.”

“I thought you found my commentary charming?” He asked.

“Your commentary is delightful, losing at chess is not.” Iris rested her face on her knuckles, tipping over her King.

“Have you ever played wizard chess before?” Murphy asked, feeling like perhaps she hadn't.

“How much I've played doesn't matter. I had never played Quidditch before, but you told me I'm a natural.”

“Yes, you're a natural, that's how you've been getting by in Quidditch with no sense of know-how. But lacking strategy is harder to hide in wizard chess.” He could see the gears in her head starting to turn, and he had to smile.

“So Wizard chess was a test to see if I'm lacking strategic instincts for only Quidditch? Or for everything?”

“Not everything, but yes, I was testing you. Think of it as our first training session. At least it's less sweaty than training with Skye, right?”

“It is. I can't say I miss getting covered head to toe in sweat. But, tell me this,” she looked at him with a piercing gaze. “What's your strategy? Why do you care so much about my chances of making the Quidditch team?”

“We're both Gryffindor's, and lets just say house impartiality isn't my strong suit. Got to keep it quiet in the box, if I want to be the next pro commentator. With that said, you're the Chaser we need to lead our team to the Quidditch Cup, Iris.” Her eyes searched his and he could tell she was looking for any deceit. “I know Quidditch! My whole life I've been eating, sleeping, breathing, studying it. From what I've seen, you could be an even bigger Quidditch star than Skye Parkin.”

“That's a bold statement.” Iris chirped with a little laugh that sounded more like a deep sigh.

“Hey, I mean it. I've never seen someone as absolutely clueless about Quidditch as you are come so far so fast.”

“Absolutely clueless? The compliments just keep on coming.”

“You're missing the headline, you're a Quidditch phenom, Iris!” He held out his arms in exclamation.

“Then could you tell Orion about me?”

“So you've heard I have Orion's ear.. Sure, I'll tell him about your brilliant wizard chess victory just now.” He smiled slyly.

“Murphy, I can't get on our house team if I can't even get a tryout.”

“And that tryout won't matter of all you know is Parkin's Pincer. Pull off a strategy I invented, and then I'll know you have the kind of strategic sense I can recommend.”

“Ok, fine. When do I start learning this strategy you invented.”

“You have practice after dinner right?”

“Yes.”

“After practice then.”

[blazes-books]

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Original Works -

M64 Tavern Series: A mixed grab bag of fandom characters staring in my original setting the M64 Tavern, run by the most fashionable bartender around Soli Polaris. Will be a series of small oneshots or fics, and I’d say set in a beautiful setting if I do say so myself 😊 check it out!

The Stars Above Midnight: Out in the lonely town of Midnight, time moves slow and easy. Between the power pull between the sheriff, the mayor, and the family living out on a farm away from town, only one thing is agreed upon. That family is not normal. In the slightest.

Help! The Evil Family Likes Me?!: Aftering a chance encounter with truck-kun, and then waking up in a body that originally wasn’t hers, the new Evangelina Linwood is pretty sure she knows how this whole story is going to go. After all, it was the standard storyline, right? Being turned into the villainess means she has to be prepared for the usual evil family, no problem. She’s read plenty of these stories before! Except for this one.

Instinct: Ok, sure, the story is all OoOoOooOOOo the evil witch lives in the woods, or swamp, or whatever the local environment provides, and steals kids from their parents OoOOooooO. Well, maybe the nobles and magicians and what-fucking-have you should’ve been better parents, ever consider that? Don’t blame her for adopting a bunch of technically stolen kids, she’s just following instinct.

Bloody Roses: Amaris, Queen of the ancient House of Night, born under the missing moon and soul crafted from the frigid winds of the North. A vampiress known for her possessive nature and incredible strength. Anyone who’s bothered to read the novel Bloody Roses knows who she is - love her or hate her. It’s a good book, really. A nice blend of fantasy and romance, a happy ending for the heroine who is pursued by cute guy one and cute guy two who might as well be the first guy in a different font…except for one tiny, little detail. Just a small mistake, really. Amaris isn’t Amaris anymore.

The Lost City Files: The Lost City, a settlement made in the ruins of a virus-ravaged world. Run by a vicious warlord, who as well as her people are Mutated from the great apocalypse, most would believe it uninhabitable. Those who find their way there, who find themselves before the gates, would say otherwise. In the shadows of a broken world, the city welcomes them home.

Overlord -

Curse of Eden: The fic that truly started it all for me, join Blaze in her trip into the world of the unknown with her wonderful Guild Leader Momonga and their Floor Guardians. Follows the Overlord Anime. Written as a reader insert.

Undertale -

Friends of the Fourth Kind: Somehow my most popular Undertale fic despite being the youngest, this reader insert story is all about that Borrower energy. With some timeline shenanigans, a rough backstory for Reader, and learning to trust again. Written as a Reader Insert.

Ruined Hearts: A darkened “Welcome to Wonderland” where reader themself is in fact a monster under the bed. As they learn to survive their new instincts, they learn the truth behind the barrier, and the fact that sometimes monster is a subjective term. Written as a Reader Insert.

Lady of the Abyss: Made from my love of SCP-3000 and Merfolk, join this underwater quest of identity understanding with a good dollop of found family. Written as a Reader Insert.

Hallow’s Angels: A boss bitch like Reader runs the show behind the curtains of this lonely city, and while she has her gang to turn to there’s no one at home waiting to see her. No pets, no family, and this is totally fine by her standards. After a Bitty ring breakup one night, however, she finds herself with some new roommates ready to shake the status quo. Written as a Reader Insert.

Anomaly in the System: My first non-reader insert in this fandom, meet the Renegades! A group of friends who, in their excitement to play the new hit game Undertale, get sucked right in - but things are different now. With new powers, parkour skills, and the determination to get their goal “Happily Ever After” is the mission, and they are ready for whatever comes their way.

Hobbit -

Moonlit Paths: After living the life of a traveler in modern times, Minerva and her two dogs Brutus and Caesar find themselves transported to Middle Earth. Armed with her years on the road, actual freaking magic, and Lady Luck’s extreme favor, it’s up to this witch to help take back the Lonely Mountain. Written as a Reader Insert.

Court of Chaos: Part of the “Bilbo Makes Scary Friends” series. Involves Fae, and it’s a major rescue mission fic. Hope you enjoy!

Flameborne: Part of the “Bilbo Makes Scary Friends” series, I introduce my version of Tieflings into Middle Earth with a group that basically adopts Bilbo after meeting him during the Fell Winter.

Shadows of the Moon: Part of the “Bilbo Makes Scary Friends” series, and while I shouldn’t pick favorites I do have a soft spot for this one. The Haldis Pack has moved in, old friends of Bilbo and a werewolf group ready to throw down for their Hobbit. Mostly fluff and found family, but the Quest will get in there somehow.

Five Night’s at Freddy’s Security Breach -

Supernova Shining By: The latest member of the Pizzaplex, hired only a few nights ago, is a lot stranger than she lets on. She only ever works the night shift, doesn’t seem to like people at all, and can be found often searching the abandoned parts underground. Who knows what she's up to? But she hasn’t been fired yet, and has a lot more power than she should, so she must be a good mechanic after all… Or, if you ask the security guard, is blackmailing someone up high.

Far Cry 5 -

Euphoria: In Hope County, Montana, the monsters so commonly lurking in the shadows are the obvious sort. Bears, cougars, and Peggies. With the war between sides kicking off after a botched arrest, one junior deputy will find herself in the middle of it all with a blood soaked grin. For everyone else, this war brings dread and pain. For her, it will become utter fucking euphoria.

Marvel -

Good Night New York: Aloisa Mailon, growing up in a small town off the coast, remembered exactly why she moved to New York - to chase her dream of being a comforting presence in others' lives. Granted, she wasn’t exactly…made for that. With a mix of gothic and neon aesthetic, a personality of an armadillo, and the undeniable urge to just…not be near people, she was struggling to figure out where to go. Until she put on her headphones, turned on her broadcasting system, and kicked on the tunes. Moonlighting as Livewire, a DJ of the most hidden yet well known radio station known to all night owls, she’s found her perfect calling. Until, suddenly, it’s not just civilians calling in music requests. Oh no, couldn’t be that fucking simple for her.

Fuck Your Sacred Timeline: The Sacred Timeline, the bullshit reason Vivian kept hearing about why certain characters had to suffer or why someone had to die or what fucking have you happened to her favorites. Which, ok, she can respect the basics of storytelling - you need something to make the plot go. Except she’s literally never been good at accepting that sort of answer. So armed with her bullshit shenanigans, a group of her closest friends, and the fact that apparently being from a whole ass different reality gives her some major upgrades - she’s ready to look everybody in the eye, and say one single line: Fuck your sacred timeline, I’m the captain now!

The Magnus Archives -

Unknown, Unseen, Understood: It’s unclear when she transferred in, or from where. Actually, there’s a lot of mystery surrounding the new lady. She doesn’t talk about her family, she doesn’t discuss her hobbies, or her interests. She clocks in, gets to work, clocks out. At least she’s friendly enough, if a bit tired. Then again, it’s the Magnus Institute. Isn’t everyone a bit tired?

Yet To Be Posted Fics:

Hobbit -

Deathless Dusk: Book two of the “Bilbo Makes Scary Friends” series, and this time it’s vampires. In this scenario, Bilbo has to deal with three vampiric sisters who are defending the Shire from Orcs. I’m torn between making the sisters super scary, or just super chaotic.

The Magnus Archives -

The Problem Children Club: A coven of witches who call themselves the Problem Children Club, for various reasons, ends up adopting Martin into their midst and eventually everyone in the Archives. Mostly written for humor and bonding, but there’s plans to be some proper emotional bits.

Cult of the Lamb -

To The Slaughter/To Greener Pastures: Based on a play through, two stories each using a part of the game.

[euthymiaei]

Gibbs- Out of D.C. Part 2

!Gif not mine!

Here’s part 2! I was going to make it more angsty but I decided to continue with the fluff.

Word Count: 1705

Warnings: Fluff and (?) Angst

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About six hours later, you were in L.A. and damn was it hot. You hadn't realized how hot it was because of the weather in D.C. but you assumed that it was, without a doubt, hotter than what you were used. You really hoped that Gibbs packed shorts and t-shirts for you. You grabbed your bags and went outside to hail a taxi, but a silver SUV pulled up in front of you before any taxi could even see you. "Special Agent Y/L/N?"  The window of the SUV rolled down and you saw your best friend. "Kensi!"  You exclaimed as she got out of the car and came around to hug you. "Welcome back to L.A. Y/N. Hetty was going to send Callen to pick you up but we both know that he would have gotten here by nightfall. So, I offered to pick you up instead!"  Kensi smiled at you and helped you put your bags in the car. "Alright, ready to see the new office?"  She asked as you both got in the car. "New office? What happened to the old one?"  You looked over at her curiously. "We needed more space. This one looks better anyways. I think your phone is ringing."  You took your phone out of your pocket and sure enough, it was ringing. "Y/N! Are you ok? Did you get there safely?"  Gibbs started asking you questions before you could even say hi. "Yes, I'm fine! Kensi came to pick me up from the airport."  You laughed a bit at his concern. "This isn't funny Y/N, I was really worried about you."  He sounded slightly annoyed and you felt bad. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd be so worried, that's all."  You hadn't meant for him to panic just because you didn't call to let him know that you had arrived. 'It's fine. I've gotta go, let me know if you need anything ok?"  He sounded worried suddenly. "Will do. Love you, be safe."  You hung up and put your phone back in your pocket. "So, who was that? A lover?"  Kensi asked teasingly as she pulled into the office. "I'm not telling you."  You said and she laughed. "Well, we're here. The new building. Everyone's waiting for you inside."  She led you inside and you were in awe. The new office was absolutely stunning. It was so much bigger than the old one, two floors, and it was so spacious. You could see Hetty coming towards you and you smiled. You missed your late-night conversations with her. "Y/N, it's so good to have you back."  She said as she walked towards you and shook your hand. "It's good to be back!"  You smiled at her and looked around. "I like the new look." "Yes, well, I realized that we needed more space as our team grew. Now then, I do believe we have a case to solve. Ms. Blye will take you up."  Hetty waved and you took that as your cue to go upstairs with Kensi. "Hey guys, guess who I brought with me."  Kensi said as you both walked into OPS. "Y/N, it's been so long!"  Callen said as he walked over to you and hugged you. "Way too long."  You replied as you hugged him back. "Where's Sam?"  You looked around the room and noticed that he wasn't there. "He's doing some workouts downstairs. Eric went to get him."  Callen said as Sam and Eric walked in. "Hey, Y/N!"  Sam walked over to you and hugged you while Eric pulled up the case. "Now that Y/N is here, we can start."  Eric smiled at you and you nodded. The case was a bit complicated. A German arms group had just landed in Los Angeles and they were looking for people to work with them. That's where you came in. The group had already spotted the team so none of them could go undercover. You were the only person who could go, and it helped that you spoke German. "Alright, when do I go in?"  You asked and they all looked at Callen. "I'd have to clear it with Hetty- " "You can go right now, Y/N."  Hetty cut him off as she walked into OPS. You nodded and went downstairs with Kensi to prepare. You would be lying if you said that you weren't nervous. Undercover missions can be tricky, especially when it's dealing with Russians or Germans. You grabbed your gear and let Hetty dress you up in a well-tailored suit. "Alright Y/N, you ready to go?"  Callen walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder in a comforting way. "I think so. Or rather, I hope so."  You gave him a weak smile. "You'll be fine. Hetty is letting you borrow one of her classic cars."  Callen stepped back and Hetty held the keys to one of her cars out to you. "1967 Mustang. If you damage it, you're paying for the repairs."  She sounded serious but she was smiling so you couldn't tell whether she was joking or not. "She is joking...right?"  You asked Callen after Hetty left. "Probably not. Alright, you've gotta go."  He gave you a quick hug and you went out to the back. A brilliantly restored red Mustang was waiting for you. It was probably the best car that you had ever seen. And had the privilege of driving. You got in and started the car. The engine roared and you felt so alive. You had to remind yourself not to speed because it was a standard car. You drove to the location that Eric had given you. When you got there, two men stood on both sides of your car and waited for you to get out. Once you did, they frisked you, took your gun, and led you to the group. "Amari Remington, what a pleasure to have you join us."  One of the men greeted you and you smiled at him. "Thank you, I've been looking forward to meeting you."  You stood there, unsure of what to do. "I've seen your file. Very impressive. You could have been an amazing partner."  He nodded to one of his bodyguards, signaling him to take out his gun. "If only you weren't an agent. Leave no evidence behind."  He smiled coldly at you. His guard started shooting at you so you hid behind a pillar. You didn't know how long you'd be able to hold out, especially without a gun. "Y/N, we're on our way in!"  Callen shouted as he and the others came in shooting. Apparently, the guard had some buddies who were hiding. As soon as your team came in, they came out shooting. Sam and Callen were behind the pillar opposite yours. Deeks ran over to you and handed you a gun. "You ok?"  He asked as he peeked his head out to see where the guys were. "Yeah, I am now."  You did the same on the other side. "Alright, on three, we're going to rush them. Kensi, take out the guy in the back. Ready?"  Callen called out through coms. "Ready!"  You all responded. "One...two...three!"  Like planned, you all ran out and shot the guards. Kensi took out the guy in the back, you and Deeks took out the guys on your side and Callen and Sam took out the guys on their side. Everything worked out fine. Except for one thing. "Y/N!" Callen shouted as you collapsed on the ground. You had been shot. "Hey, you're gonna be fine! Eric, I need an ambulance now!"  He shouted as he ran over to you. "Callen...call Gibbs."  You said slowly as you felt the pain get worse. Callen took your phone out from your pocket and called Gibbs. After three rings, he answered. He sounded fine as he spoke. "Y/N, you ok?"  He asked and you felt yourself start to cry. "Jethro, I'm sorry. I wasn't good enough."  You whispered into the phone and realization hit him. <I wasn't good enough> was the code you two agreed to use if you were ever dying. "No, no Y/N don't-"  His voice broke as he started crying. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Jethro."  You felt yourself losing consciousness. The ambulance arrived and you handed the phone to Callen. You didn't want to leave Gibbs. You didn't want to hurt him anymore. He was already so broken, you didn't want to break him anymore. You were taken to the ER immediately. The doctors stabilized you but they weren't confident in your recovery. Gibbs had flown to L.A. immediately after your call and was in the hospital room with you, waiting for you to wake up. He didn't want to lose you or rather, he couldn't bear to lose you. But life was unfair and he knew that all too well. It had been five months since you were shot and you still hadn't woken up. Gibbs hadn't left your side. The doctors were sure that you would be in a coma for a long time but Gibbs knew you were stronger than that. "Come on Y/N, come back to me."  He whispered as he stroked your hair. You shifted slightly and he looked at you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at him. He smiled down at you and hugged you tightly. "Thank god, I was worried you wouldn't wake up."  He whispered softly in your ear. "Come on Jethro, you know that I wouldn't leave you here by yourself."  You smiled and kissed him softly. "I know. That's one of the things I love about you." He held you in his arms and silently promised to never let anyone hurt you again. He would protect you no matter what. That was the promise he made that day. "Jethro?"  You whispered to him. "Yeah?" "Let's go home." He smiled at you and nodded. After a few days, you were allowed to leave the hospital. You stopped by the office to say bye to Kensi and everyone else. They were happy to see that you were ok. As you sat on the plane, you realized how lucky you were to have Gibbs. And he was so lucky to have you.

[haru-sen]

IAL/Overwatch Characters in Quarantine

First, I’m assuming they’re at base, maybe even in their own quarters. So they aren’t short on resources and there are plenty of drones and omnics that can visit/deliver items– they just need have their chassis sanitized afterward.

Torby:  He would immediately craft a hazmat/containment suit so he could go out.  He would also neglect to tell most everyone, because he could use the vacation.  He would also be making them for his wife, kids, and cats. If there are mechanical requirements, he would also be designing potential solutions - nano filters, early detection modules, air scrubbers, etc. There would be weird handwashing jokes.  

Reinhardt:  He would take quarantine very seriously, because he’s protective of his fellow agents and Angela has explained exactly how much harm he could cause if he doesn’t keep his distance from them.  But he is such a social person, and he would get lonely, so he’s always making video calls and switching between comm channels, jumping into everyone’s conversations, ordering food, and badgering Torby to make him a giant armored containment suit.  He would have teleconferencing tea parties with Brigitte and Ana and send Ziv lots of messages requesting help because he’s stuck on a kind-of-tricky platforming game.

Ana: It would have been a vacation, but Reinhardt keeps calling her to chat about everything ever. (He thinks she might be lonely? She doesn’t really feel like bursting his bubble.)  Lucky keeps calling to ask advice. (With Ana out, Lacroix and other troublemakers are running around unsupervised).  And Lacroix keeps sending her cheerful messages about how well he is managing everything. She is very suspicious, but reluctantly commits to not worrying about what is out of her hands. She can focus on fixing things afterward. Her hair might go a little grayer. She would be receiving lots of snack and tea deliveries from Athena drones.

Gabriel: He would be fine running Blackwatch remotely, but several agents would require “just wait till I get out of here...” threats.  He would enjoy wearing his pajamas while working, and catching up on mending Jack and Lucky’s clothing.  They really are so destructive.  He would take great pleasure in sending dirty messages/videos to his lovers just to wind them up.  But that is mutually assured destruction as he’s stuck by himself too...  

Jack: At first he would appreciate the slowdown, but after the first twelve hours, he would get very antsy. Yes, he’s issuing orders and handling situations, but he would like to go for a run, or spar, or do more sweaty dirty things with Gabriel and Lucky. Plus it would be nice to hover behind his lovers and steal food off their plates. There would be a lot of pouty “I miss you” messages, and beefcake selfies. But after a few days, he could go really off the deep end and do the opposite. He would just sit there in a bathrobe and eat green beans out of a can and drink out of the ketchup bottle. Or he’d take pictures of himself in Hawaiian shirts and socks with sandals and send them with taunting messages like, “Who says I can’t wear plaid with floral print?” Jack should probably not be quarantined alone.

Lucky: Lucky would probably try to enjoy the first day or two, but then she would be getting all kinds of messages from everyone about how grumpy the Blackwatch Commander is, how Ziv is running amok, and how their socks keep disappearing and where exactly is Isha? It would be very stressful, but Jack would make long calls while wearing silly outfits to try to cheer her up. (Jack would put on a blanket and pretend to be ghost or grandmother. It would not be convincing, but it would be cute.) Gabriel would cook her delicious meals and make plans for the future: where should we take our next vacation? Do you think this would look better on Jack or me? On you? OK, we’ll get three.” Lucky would curl up in a blanket and fall asleep to Gabriel reading to her or Jack snoring on the line because he drifted off at his desk.

Lacroix: As long as he could meddle, plot, and make his minions do his bidding, he would be fine. He would probably even get dressed properly, cook a gourmet meal, and have romantic video-call dates with his lovers. But because he isn’t outside to personally grief his friends/victims, he would be hiring other agents to do it for him. Athena might be amused enough to help him carry out these plots or at least cover his tracks.

Winston: Because his expertise would be required to help solve the problem, Winston would remain in his lab, hard at work. He would check in with his friends daily, and have mandatory downtime thanks to Athena. Basically, it would be like every other day, except Ziv can’t come in to badger him. So...more productive?

Amélie: Only boring people get bored. Aside from her strenuous exercise regiment, Amélie has plenty of books, films, and fancy wines. Perhaps she will have a boudoir photo shoot. Perhaps she will adapt and choreograph a modernized version of Twelve Dancing Princesses. Perhaps she will craft long term strategies for assassinating every member of the UN Security Council, just for fun. Most likely, she will go on an internet shopping spree and Lucky and Ziv will wake up the next day with entirely new wardrobes. The clothing would be accompanied by detailed stylistic “recommendations,” as well as notes clearly expressing how disappointed she will be if they fail to comply.

Hanzo: He would stick to a disciplined exercise regiment, meditate, and eventually have a cake craving. He might try cooking/baking if the facilities were available. If he tried to make something complex, there is fifty percent chance of him completely screwing it up. But fortunately no one saw, right? There is a one hundred percent chance that Athena recorded it.

Genji: Genji’s actions would be (un)surprisingly like Hanzo’s. The main difference is that Genji also likes video games and would ask Athena to read recipes and help him monitor whatever food he was making. So it would have a much higher chance of turning out successful. There is a one hundred percent chance that he would taunt Lucky by sending video of him eating his successful cake, though he might not tell her where it came from.

Angela: Let’s be honest, she would enjoy her vacation while everyone else freaked out, especially if it was just isolation and there was no dire need for her help. She could also remotely task Zenyatta or Athena to handle things.

Jesse: He would send lots of plaintive message to Lucky and Gabriel, mostly about how he was really hungry, and not feeling good, and maybe someone could make him some chili? Or soup? He would spend the first few hours on the couch with Bandit watching westerns. Though if Bandit wasn’t there, he would make the babysitter (probably Lucky) make multiple video calls so he could fuss over his dog. He would also get bored the fastest. He would start making cocktails based on people he knows.  It would get ridiculous (and drunk-ish) very quickly.

Tataryn: He would take the time to catch up on his skincare regiment, beauty sleep, and knife sharpening. He would be responsible and check on Vo... And then he would start sending messages to Lucky making increasingly outrageous requests. It would start small like, “could you pick up my dry cleaning and some fresh pomegranates?” And escalate from there into “borrow the Mona Lisa” and “hand deliver this love letter to Captain Amari.” He would also make lots of calls to Kseniya, and make an effort to study whatever subject has caught her interest: the social behavior of lemurs, sourdough starters, and a new magical girl show.

Ziv: He can do his job in isolation. He’d probably revel in the luxury of getting to wear sweatpants and not having to dress up. He would also binge video games, movies, and play D&D or Shadowrun remotely with his internet friends. There is a chance that Ziv doesn’t actually need to be quarantined, but Gabriel just signed off on it for personal reasons.

Távio: He would be incredibly bored, sending increasingly desperate messages to his friends, until Lucky finally cobbled together a mission for him to plan remotely. “We need to breach this casino’s security. Coordinate with Ziv.” Which of course, would just turn his attention of Ziv and the two of them would keep each other busy. Of course, it could just as easily be, “help Amélie arrange the catering and entertainment for Captain Amari’s birthday luncheon,” or “talk to Reinhardt for an hour.”

Chang: She would chainsmoke and drink most of the time, possibly calling Jack once every other day to check on the situation. Yes, she would exercise too, but Chang’s idea of fun involves a lot more destruction than those facilities can handle.

Feng: Feng would be bored and manic, but she would be fine. Whose fault do you think this entire thing is anyway?

[raitrolling]

trolls playing among us hcs

liiore: sorry i dont know this game very well... how do i go through the vents like [name] did?

katrin: if shes not killed off first she gets accused as the impostor and voted off. every time.

nancor: always happens to be the one who comes across a body. also more often than not gets accused of self-reporting because how the fuck does he keep finding the bodies

dismas: hey im new at the game how do i go through the vents like [name] did? (: (:

aislin: sticks with a buddy at all times to prove her innocence

eichio: diligently does all the tasks, even when hes the impostor

zotick: WILD CARD BITCHES!!!!! intentionally makes the game harder for whatever side hes playing on with all sorts of Fuck Shit

aegiel: the first to yell ‘WHERE WAS THE BODY’ as soon as discussion phase starts

charon: attempts to play strategically as the impostor, but then starts getting bloodthirsty the longer it takes for people to report bodies. once killed everyone in the first round and has been chasing that high ever since

callan: comes up with the worst lies whenever called out on being the impostor, but somehow gets away with it every time

somerl: actively avoids everyone because he doesnt want to die, ends up getting voted out because he never has an alibi

amarys: didnt know only impostors could use vents and jumps into one in front of like five people. also constantly walks past bodies without noticing them

ananta: modded the absolute shit outta the game. also ragequits every time theyre falsely accused of being the impostor and voted off

ashell: immediately leads someone to the medbay to prove his innocence

davitt: wanders around aimlessly not really understanding the game, yet somehow manages to figure out the imposter every single time

ariete: accuses everyone of being sus just because they walked funny or stood around a little too long

velour: [hits emergency meeting button] guys i got the card scan done first try! ok thats all carry on

mikiel: no one likes to accuse him of being the impostor because he will destroy your eardrums by screaming into the mic that theyre a fucking liar hes been doing tasks in electrical all this time and YOU SAW HIM THERE

aiolos: does whatever would be funny to watch on his stream, another active hindrance to whatever team hes on. person: ‘i saw you kill [name]’, impostor!aio, immediately: ‘no you didnt’

lusien: quietly doing tasks the entire time. never engages in conversation except to state what task hes doing. ‘can i continue doing simon says now’

daimon: always happens to stumble upon a body right as someone else walks in and gets accused as the impostor

viltau: everything he does is fucking shady as hell but somehow no one can pin him as an impostor, if working in a team will backstab his impostor buddy to save his ass

belamy: the most relentless interrogator who will derail entire discussions because his hunch is right (its not) and everyone needs to listen to him (they do)

[jaaswolfen]

Format Ch4

Hello hello! Wolfn here with anew update. It was so long, But I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thanks to @yuukazuto for inspiring this piece of work, and everyone else who work in fanart, fanfic, and the such to keep this ship alive.

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The following days were torture for the Korean, in more ways than one. The mission had gone public, for the better or the worse. And while MEKA was aware of D.va’s involvement with the newly (re)founded Overwatch, it did not mean they approved of unauthorized tempering with their technology. That blow was taken by D.va herself, claiming that she did the tempering herself, and that was purposely done as to leave no evidence whatsoever of her involvement. Which worked. Kind of. She had gotten an earful of her team and friends, but ultimately knew just how much of a wild card she was sometimes and resigned themselves to saying it was “just D.va being D.va”. Nothing was mentioned to them about her relationship with the hacker. And while it broke her heart to lie to her team again, she knew it was for the best.

Secondly, she had to answer to Overwatch herself. Of course, the fact the two of the more prominently figures in the institution, that being Angela and Winston, were aware to some extent of her shenanigans played in her favor. But there were others, particularly on the more traditional side of Overwatch that were at cross with her actions. Torbjorn was not a happy man. Well, he was never happy, but even less happy with what had happened. Claiming that Hana was indeed not ready for a place in the organization, and that she should face the consequences of her actions. Once the emotional high left him, Commander Morrison also took a more professional approach to the incident as well. “Professional” meaning he was deciding whenever she should kick D.va out and execute Sombra, or, execute them both altogether. Thankfully, the older Amari was quick to shoot that idea down, on the grounds that they both were guilty of using similar tactics as mercenaries. And who knows, maybe one of them had used the hacker’s services themselves.

Worse of all, Hana had been prohibited to enter Sombra’s resting room. This sent the pilot into a frenzy almost immediately, but was subsided just as quickly as it appeared when it wasn’t Morrison, but Angela who alleged that it was ill advised to have her absorb so much shocking information at once.

The truth of the matter was that they had to make a choice. Not an easy one at that, but a choice. What had happened to D.va was absurdly tragic, but she nonetheless betrayed the trust of plenty of her teammates. And even though Sombra had saved one of their own, was one right enough to forget of her previous wrongdoings?

Winston knew that something like this could spell tragedy, so in an effort to clear any lingering questions, he summoned a post-mission meeting to all and everyone who wished to attend. Unsurprisingly, pretty much everyone confirmed as soon as they could. And before he realized, what was intended as a meeting became a trial.

Factions were quickly formed in the base. The younger generation, led by Lucio, firmly believed that both D.va and Sombra had already redeemed themselves by virtue of their actions. And that there was no way in hell that them “Heroes” would leave to die someone who had saved one of their own. They also believed that Sombra could prove herself even further once she was fully healed, and some even dared to say she could one day form part of the team.

The complete opposite, leaded in part by Torbjorn and Morrison believed firmly that while Hana had been a valuable assent, proven to be too much of a risk to continue serving under the name of Overwatch. And instead should return to the MEKA force back in Busan, if they would have her. And Sombra, while a helping hand this one time, was still a criminal and a terrorist. And should be prosecuted and punished as such. Which would mean life in prison, or even worse.

Surprisingly, a third party was formed as well. This led by the Older Amari. She, alongside others like Mc Cree and Genji, claimed that things were not as black-and-white as everyone claimed, and that both deserved a chance to prove their case. But doing so safely and with the necessary precautions taken. They would never question D.va’s loyalty to the cause, but love made us do stupid, stupid things. And this they knew maybe better than anyone.

Hana, now fully healed up, stood anxiously with her arms crossed over her chest. Her determination irradiating from her slim body. It was just a couple of days since the incident, but she already looked ready to pick a fight with whoever dared to look her way. On the opposite side of the room, stood Zarya. The Russian was imposing as always, but ever since the arrival of their unfortunate guest, her mood seemed fouler than usual. Alongside her also stood the swede, if only opaqued by the fury of the one besides him. Little by little, the room began filling up. And indeed everyone had confirmed assistance except the usual. That being Orisa who returned to Numbani, Brigette who was yet to join Overwatch in their base, and Bastion who…

Well, his opinion as a team member was valued, but the language barrier imposed quite the predicament.

They all stood in silence as the last member entered the room. Tensions high as all factions huddled together, wordlessly announcing their thoughts on the matter. Once McCree graced everyone with his presence, Winston’s baritone voice called everyone’s attention.

“Everyone, thank you all for coming in such a short notice.” He called. “I’m sure you all have your own personal duties to attend to, but today’s matter is something that needs to be discussed.” He stopped. Quickly glancing around the room, pretty much everyone knew exactly what today’s meeting was about. Even those who didn’t hear the complete story did not miss their enemy just chilling in their infirmary.

“Today there are two subjects that are to be discussed. First: the consequences for Agent Hana Song, A.K.A. D.Va for her actions leading to the mission in Monaco, and whenever she is fit to continue as a member of Overwatch.” He started. Everyone casted their sights towards Hana, yet she stood firmly. A twinge of guilt crossed her chest, but was completely drowned for what came next.

“And Second: The course of action regarding the ex-Talon agent Olivia Colomar, formerly known as Sombra, based on her actions leading to the same mission previously mentioned. Since both incidents go hand in hand, I ask of all of us present to speak in an orderly fashion, and address the matters in that same order.”

Immediately, Lucio raised his hand, and it wasn’t Winston, but Athena who acknowledged him.

“Yes, agent Dos Santos?” She asked.

“Ok. So the deal with Sombra I can get. But you all still are giving Hana a hard time? She already came clean with you guys!” He claimed. Hana was about to stop him, before Torbjorn answered from the other side.

“So what? It doesn’t change the fact that she lied to us all. She is not a child anymore, and she needs to pay her dues, whatever Commander Winston and us decide!” He claimed. This turned several heads towards him, and some others couldn’t help but nod in agreement. To this, it was Angela who intervened.

“It was not her responsibility alone. She felt confused, scared and alone. If anything, it shows that we were not trustworthy of her, and not the other way around. What about us others that were aware of their relationship and kept it to ourselves? What about Winston? Or Athena? Or me?” She called.

“Bah! If everyone here had a tenth of Winston’s intelligence the world would be a better place! And Athena is a robot. And robots follow orders. It’s just a matter of making sure it can’t pull a stunt like that again!” He claimed again. 

“I am an Artificial Intelligence Module created by Dr. Winston. I can assure you Agent Lindholm, I am far more than a mere ‘Robot’.” The voice came from the ceiling. He didn’t grace her with an answer.

“And me? Don’t you trust my judgement? My medical opinion?” Asked Angela.

“You, child?” He stopped. His eyes wondered unconsciously to Ana. To the patch that decorated her eye, and the reason behind it. “You have been wrong before.” He said nonchalantly, adverting his eyes. Angela’s widened, and her pale skin took to a fiery red. It was a rare sight to catch the good doctor angry, and Torbjorn’s words made her livid. While not all knew of the implications of what Torbjorn had just said, those who did could not help flinch a bit at the hidden meaning. Before Angela could lash out, Jesse took the opportunity.

“That was a low blow Torb, even for someone as “low” as yourself.” He chuckled. Jesse still did not understand the concept of “Time and Place” for jokes. At the silence of his audience, he continued. “Fine then. What about everything else hmm? All of the missions, all of the missed opportunities?” He walked around the room and came face to face with Hana. “You know exactly just how much damage her mech could do, yet she has never dared to even point the damn thing at us. She had literally a bomb capable of tearing down buildings for months stationed right here and yet she never used it.” He lit a cigar, and rested his arm around the Koreans shoulder. “My opinion? Lassie is as trustworthy as any of us. She had her partner, like any of us. She screwed up, like any of us. And yet she always puts the team above everything.” Not like any of us. He wanted to add. But he was trying to defuse the situation, not blow it up. To this, Hana smiled. She didn’t like the situation. She didn’t like that the team was split like this, but she was grateful that Jesse and the others had her back.

To this, Winston once again took the lead. “Ahem. Yes, I do believe that if she wanted to harm us she had had plenty opportunities to do so. But I wish to remind you all that we are to discuss D.Va, the past mission, and Sombra. And Not past incidents regarding the team. Is that clear?” He said as he turned towards Torbjorn. This one only grumbled, but ceded the point. Angela seemed less angry as well, but you could see the mixture of anger and guilt on her face. Others, like Zenyatta and Ana took the stand, but ultimately it was Wintston’s call. He was their commander, and treated his words and experience like such. Both the old Overwatch and the new one. Everyone had a fair point, and he needed a swift resolution.

“Regarding what Angela said, it is true that others, including myself, were aware of the situation. I personally took the proper actions in order to keep Overwatch activities confidential and everyone’s safety to the best of my extent. D.va has been a member of our team for quite some time, and I dare say she has added nothing but good things since her arrival. Therefore, I also believe that D.Va’s loyalty is something we cannot question. Anyone objections?” A low rumble of mumbles went around the room, but no one dared to speak up. Ana and Soldier, the only ones that would be able to speak up to Winston kept silent. Torbjorn let his frustration show, but refused to continue the train of thought, and Zarya simply checked her nails and readjusted her gloves, completely uninterested in the Korean.

“Right. Well then, we will take this matter settled then. However,” he turned to Hana, “The fact that you did lie and use Overwatch resources for other activities is undeniable, and there will be a disciplinary action to be decided. Is that clear?” That improved Torbjorn’s mood significantly. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the Korean, but he had been used and lied to for far too long. Internally, Hana wanted to argue, just for the heck of it. But there were more important matters to settle, so she managed a professional “Yes Sir” and that was the end of that.

Winston took a deep breath, and prepared to address the elephant in the room. “With that settled, it is time to address the second theme of our meeting today. Athena, if you please.” He asked. As per his request, a hologram appeared in the middle of the room. On it, the complete file of one named “Olivia Colomar” with the pseudonym “Sombra” written right above it. On it, a flash of pictures, documents, and clips from several encounters with the hacker on the battlefield appeared. Glitched images and blurry security footage accented just how difficult was to record anything regarding the person in question. And some could even go as far as to argue that the person on the images was a different one each time. Except for the obnoxious tone of purple that served as a dead giveaway. Afterwards, a brief image of the scene in Monaco appeared. As well as a rather graphic image of the aftermath.

“Around 21:00 Hours Monaco time, intel of what it seemed to be a Chemical weapon arriving in Monaco was leaked to us by an anonymous source. Because of the small timeframe, an impromptu team consisting on Agents Soldier 76, Mc Cree, Pharah, Mercy, and D.va were dispatched in order to destroy the cargo and eliminate the Talon forces surrounding it. This would be an oversight of our part, since the so called “leak” was, in reality, a trap set by Talon.” The images turned to a video recording of a nearby security camera depicting the harbor. “During the operation, the modifications made to the self-destruct mechanism in D.Va’s mech malfunctioned after a surprise assault by Akande Ogundimu, better known as Doomfist. This trapped our agent inside the still self-destructing mech, and with the surprise elements of Talon Agents Widowmaker and Reaper, they attempted to use the mech’s power against us.” Once again, the hologram in the middle of the room turned, now to depict a text message, written in a particular shade of purple. The text read as follows:

Mono,

Don’t let them go, It’s a trap.

I’m on my way, pull them back.

S

Murmurs appeared once again in the room, but Winston’s voice silenced them in a polite fashion.

“As you can all see, this is an encrypted message sent by Sombra around 25 minutes after the leak was sent, and 20 minutes after the team parted towards Monaco. Thanks to this, Agent Reinhardt and I were able to arrive as backup for rest of the team, but because of the situation we were not able to reach agent Song in time before the explosion occurred. Luckily for all of us, Sombra did. And she managed to take Agent Song to safety moments before the explosion.” And with this, he changed the image to an aerial shot of the Harbor, now a crater filled with scrap metal and water. After allowing everyone a moment to observe the scene, he then took a deep breath, and change it again to a photograph of Sombra after the explosion. D.Va just closed her eyes and looked away, but the image was forever burnt in her memory. Loud gasps could be heard in the room, and even Zarya had to swallow hard at the scene.

“This. Is the moment after the blast. In saving D.Va, Sombra took the blast full force, and only survived thanks to Doctor Ziegler’s prompt aid, and a genuine miracle.” He took a moment to thank the heavens for that, and to let everyone take that image in. “But by all means she should have died that day. And was prepared to give her life forfeit in order to save out agent.”

A thick Russian accent interjected Winston’s voice. “And the Enemy?” Zarya asked. Winston turned to her and answered.

“Unlucky, the main perpetrators of the ambush managed to escape via dropship. Everyone who got caught in the explosion was either deceased or unable to continue fighting. Local authorities arrived shortly after our departure, but official data tells us that there were…” No survivors.

“They left her to die..?” Mei whispered.

Winston nodded his head solemnly. No one dared speak after that comment.

He then continued the explanation for the rest of the team, but it all became word salad for Hana. There was nothing she didn’t knew about that day. She had replayed the memory time and time and time again. But she needed to move on. For her. For Sombra.

“In strict theory, this was a huge achievement for us. We were able to stop the ambush, cut enemy lies, and strip Talon of one of their greatest assets. Yet it is a bittersweet victory if any. We fell into an enemy trap, and almost lost one of our best agents. If it wasn’t for Sombra, we would have five less agents now. I want you all to think of this before you decide how to proceed with Sombra.” Winston called. Angela walked besides him, in order to continue his train of thought.

“She is now at a physical level enough to engage in some physical activity, and records show both her skills in and outside the field are outstanding. But her mental state is still greatly unstable. If we were to release her into society again, there is a high probability she will end up in Talon’s clutches. If that was to happen, I have no doubt that we would all suffer the consequences. Including herself.” She said.

“Is it possible to for her to regain her memories?” Mei asked.

“We are… Unsure, to be honest. The damage is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, but we theorize that a backup of her memories exists somewhere.”

When she said this, something inside Zarya woke. “A backup? Like a computer?” she asked.

“Yes… Well, basically what she has implanted in her body mostly resembles a computer, but there are other factors we need to take on account. We are unsure if said backup even exists, or how it can be accessed.” She continued. Zaya entered deep in thought. If something like that existed, then she could get her answers herself, without having to rely on that liar of a woman. And depending on what she would find, it may become a great asset to have in the future.

But she would need to find it first. If the rest of the team got their hands on it, who knows what they might find. If they found about Volskaya and her underground deals, would they make her fight her motherland?

No. She would not allow it. She would get her answers first. No matter what.

“Where is this backup?” She asked. This time, it was Winston who answered.

“We do not know. We have been assured is not within Talon, but would they know of its existence, they will surely aim to acquire it first. Therefore, this information stays inside these walls, and will be treated as top secret information. Am I clear?” A resounding Yes was as good as an answer he was going to get.

Winston nodded, and unraveled the plan. “Team! This is what we are going to do. Dr. Zhou, you, Efi and I will continue working in Sombra’s neural system.” Mei nodded frantically, letting him know he had all of her help. Winston appreciated the gesture.

“Agents Genji, Mc Cree I want you two to investigate this backup. Use your own information webs and see what you can find. Anything regarding Sombra is good, but we mainly want the Backup. Work alongside Agent Hana on this, and leave no stone unturned.” Jesse tipped his hat, and by the time he was finished Genji had already disappeared.

”Cpt. Amari, Dr. Ziegler, Agents Lucio and Zenyatta, you two are to assist in trying to help Sombra get her memories back and monitor her mental status. Depending on what she remembers, it could spell trouble. Specially for you Zenyatta. Be extra careful.”

“Please, worry not Dr. Winston. She will be made whole in the warmth of the Iris.” He answered.

“Everyone else! You will continue to operate as normal.  We still have missions, we still need people. And please be careful from now on regarding last minute intel. Today we are all here. I’d like to keep it that way.”

Hana could not believe her ears. They were actually gonna help her? They were gonna help Sombra? “So that means…” she called to Winston.

And Winston answered, a small smile on his features. “Yes, she can stay. And she is not our prisoner. However, you will be responsible for her at all times. That means no missions. And please, don’t sneak out the base anymore.” He said, perhaps a little bit more exasperated than he needed. Hana rushed him and tried to tackle him with the biggest hug she could muster. She couldn’t believe this was going so well. Even Lawn-Gnome kept his mouth shut! Oh boy, she owed him big time for this one! Little did she know, that favor was already payed for.

Winston fondly returned the hug, and with the other hand, dismissed everyone. Hana bolted outwards, rushing towards the Infirmary. And eventually everyone left. Their orders were clear and after such a display, the felt compelled to do something. The moment Hana arrived, she became family, and seeing her like that, it just made everyone feel a little bit better.

  But in the room, now all alone, stood Zarya. An uncharacteristic chill growing on her spine. And after debating for a moment, pulled her communicator, and imputed a very specific number.

“Доброе утро, Volskaya Industries Main Desk.”

This number was the direct line to Volskaya Indistries CEO, Katya Volskaya.

“I Need Katya on the line now. Its Important.”

“Of course. Who is speaking?”

Zarya hesitated for a second, before finally speaking out.

“A Friend.”

[izzyovercoffee]

Overwatch

send me a fandom and I’ll — meme

Against my better judgment I have fallen directly into this fucking fandom and I’m still mad about it lmao

Overwatch

the character i least understand

shit. I don’t know lmao.

Uhhhhhh. Well tbh I understand all of them, to an extent, and also don’t understand, bc the lore is so limited and released in such a way it’s hard to keep track of everything in a coherent manner. this is probably not a good answer but at this point I can’t say with any certainty that I 100% understand anyone or anything that’s going on.

interactions i enjoyed the most

Everyone between everyone. Seriously. I love everyone’s interactions, and how the game is explicitly stated to not be wholly canon, but just “ifs/maybes” if any of the characters ever worked together.

Obviously, knowing me, my faves are every interaction between all the old people. We’re lacking badass older characters across all franchises, and this one gives us like, so many. so many. 

the character who scares me the most

this is the second time I’m answering this question and I hate it lmao. no one scares me, what kind of question even is that.

I think all of the characters are, or can be, scary in their own way. except Lucio, bc he’s a true hero, and tbh the coolest of the entire cast like. fight me on this.

the character who is mostly like me

ahaha I’m not answering this. mostly bc I don’t know enough to say.

hottest looks character

all of them !! although I feel like it really should go to Gabriel Reyes. he makes his own costumes for halloween, ffs. he’s clearly the most aesthetic minded of them all. don’t fight me on this.

one thing i dislike about my fave character

Reyes, my love, why are we attempting to murder our ex-husband? Why?

one thing i like about my hated character

I don’t hate Jack Morrison / Soldier 76, but I definitely have Questions.

mostly along the lines of: what the fuck, Jack?

but anyway, I like his tenacity. and that he still has some kind of recognizable moral frame, even if we ( the audience ) may for moments believe he really would let a child die to finish off the Bad Guys.

a quote or scene that haunts me

He did this to me, Ana. They left me to become this thing. 

They left you to die. They left me to suffer …

— Reaper, aka Gabriel Reyes, to Ana Amari

a death that left me indifferent

The repeated deaths in every match ok every death seems important and terrible otherwise B(((

a character i wish died but didn’t

I wish exactly no one dead why this.

my ship that never sailed

for now I’m gonna withhold this, if only bc there isn’t enough lore out there to even start making a list lmao but if you really want to know what my ships are you can ask I guess ... I’m a problematic multi-shipper. B(

[dollofdeath]

Military Men -- A Rewatch of JG Ep 1

Originally for this Joker Game rewatch, I was going to just redraw scenes I liked because I thought I didn’t have anything to add meta-wise or analytical-wise. But as I was reading JGfiles’ rewatch (which is super interesting! Do read it if you have the chance), I remembered the one thing that always stood out to me -- and it’s not necessarily confined to this episode -- is the dynamic between Sakuma and Odagiri. I don’t think it’s quite strong enough to call “parallelism,” but I think there’s something intriguing about having Sakuma, a soldier overseeing the spies, within the same space as Odagiri, a former soldier turned spy.

A bit of a disclaimer here but I’m not too well versed in regards to the historical context of the setting which may lead to shortcomings in my analysis. Anyways, without further ado, here I go! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

Right from the beginning, we know that Sakuma isn’t like the spies at all. Unlike them, he’s a trained soldier -- taught to follow Imperial ideologies with unwavering belief. As portrayed through his dynamic with Miyoshi, his beliefs clash with the spies’ and lead to the predicament Sakuma finds himself in later in the episode. One would think that these men have no common ground with Sakuma, that there’s no understanding between him and them. But as learned from the character biographies, Odagiri was once part of the military. Already, this sets Odagiri apart from the other spies and draws a similarity to Sakuma.

If the spies are considered anomalies of society, Odagiri can be considered an anomaly of an anomaly. While he’s an independent thinker honed by his spy training, he isn’t quite inhuman as the other spies are (as shown in episode 12). I’m probably treading on headcanon territory here, but I think that he’s a bit more sympathetic to Sakuma due to this.

Let’s start with the first (and only) scene Sakuma and Odagiri interact, which is the Joker Game -- or the poker game as Sakuma is initially led to believe.

I love imagining everyone in D-Agency and Sakuma as one big happy family as much as everyone else does, but I’m sure the reality is that they toyed with Sakuma to amuse themselves (perhaps saying that they bullied him is a better way to phrase it) and the Joker Game was one way they did it. Even Odagiri is in on it, though I think he may feel a bit bad about it.

Because, after all, it’s Odagiri who tells Sakuma that his loss wasn’t due to the way he played, but the way he and the others worked against him.

I believe it was never the spies’ intention to let Sakuma know about the Joker Game. Maybe they wanted him to figure it out himself, maybe they just wanted to be dicks towards him, maybe some kind of mix of the two. Regardless of the reasoning, I think Odagiri telling Sakuma about the Joker Game was something he did out of his own volition and was never part of the plan. Sakuma was about to leave and it felt like a last minute choice to tell him. And maybe it’s just the way the shot is angled combined with Odagiri’s typically stoic expression, but he almost (just almost) looks concerned. 

And to me, it seemed that the other spies were... annoyed about having to explain things to Sakuma and don’t even take him that seriously, treating him like he’s some sort of dense child.

(miyoshi’s face screams “oh my god this dumbass” while hatano is judging sakuma lololol)

(kaminaga and amari: lmao ok bye)

So back to the point: what did Odagiri have to gain from telling Sakuma about the Joker Game besides advancing the plot? Nothing really. Had he not done that, the status quo would’ve remained and Sakuma would’ve gone back to bed in ignorance. But perhaps he wanted an easier conscience and maybe in a roundabout way, he wanted Sakuma to learn a lesson he needed. 

As an aside, something I find interesting is that when Yuuki is talking about how the spies will live in solitude doing their jobs, we’re given shots of all the spies. Odagiri is the only one by himself, which I suppose can symbolize him not being like the others. Not only that, but the way that he’s seated is different.

Odagiri is facing towards the spies, away from Yuuki as Sakuma was just a few moments ago from this particular shot. In fact, in this shot, he’s the only one facing completely towards the audience (Amari is kinda too but like he can still easily look at Yuuki and Sakuma) and I wish I had some deep analysis to give you guys about this, but all I can come up with is “yeah, he’s different” haha yeah orz. Or maybe none of these don’t mean anything at all lol they were just something that caught my attention.

Anyhow, from thereon, Odagiri’s interactions with Sakuma are more indirect, if not nonexistent (which is a shame, but I digress).

The next time Sakuma and Odagiri are together is during the search of John Gordon’s house. While there’s no interaction between them, we see that Odagiri is standing directly behind Sakuma. It might not mean much overall, but this just really strikes me. They could’ve chosen literally anyone else to be behind Sakuma and they went with Odagiri. I’m not quite sure how to put my thoughts about this except that I think it’s rather poetic how the former soldier is standing behind the military man (literally and possibly figuratively).

(Presenting my super crappy editing skills haha anyways)

The next interaction isn’t much of an interaction, but more of how Odagiri reacts to Sakuma as opposed to the other spies. As Sakuma faces the prospect of actually committing harakiri, we get a very quick pan of all the spies sans Miyoshi. The fact that this shot happens so quickly gives us the impression that every single one of the spies is smirking at Sakuma, mocking him and his beliefs that lead him up to this point, which is probably how Sakuma himself feels no doubt. 

However, if one looks closer, Odagiri has a different reaction than the others.

It’s rather difficult to see this on tumblr so here’s a link to the bigger picture. Since we’re focusing on Odagiri, I’ll just share the closeup on him.

I won’t say that he definitely isn’t smirking because I think it can be argued that he is in his own way given his stoic nature. But the point is that the other spies have a pronounced smirk, whereas Odagiri’s lips are closer to a flat line like he’s not as amused at this spectacle as the others are. Even Fukumoto, who is also portrayed as serious, has a more noticeable smirk than Odagiri.

Just to further illustrate my point because the more I look at this screencap the more I feel like I’m deluding myself into seeing a smirk, I placed a straight line across each of the spies’ mouths from corner to corner. Odagiri’s lips resemble -- if not perfectly fit -- the line while the other spies have a noticeable curve.

Here’s a link to the bigger picture and here’s a closeup of Odagiri:

this is probably the most extra thing i’ve ever done i apologize

Perhaps this doesn’t mean much as well, but I think it’s Odagiri’s sympathy towards Sakuma showing up once more. Due to the circumstances of the situation, he can’t do anything to stop Sakuma without raising suspicions (not only from Gordon, but his fellow spies as well). All that he can do now is watch as Sakuma tries to find a way out of this situation or die trying. Unlike the others, he doesn’t seem too interested in seeing the latter play out.

And that... is about it -- for both episodes 1 and 2. I don’t think we ever see Odagiri and Sakuma interact ever again after this (which is unfortunate, but alas).

Admittedly, this is a one-sided dynamic given the little interaction that they have and when they do it's Odagiri towards Sakuma and never vice versa. It's probably due to story reasons as there wouldn't be much conflict if the focus was on Odagiri and Sakuma as opposed to Miyoshi and Sakuma and that's fair. As much as I wish Sakuma and Odagiri’s dynamic was explored more, I appreciate subtle relationships like this and know they have their place within the story and for what it is, I think it plays its role well. 

To conclude, I guess I’ll just throw my bits of headcanon. I can see Odagiri keeping his distance from Sakuma as a way to distance himself from his past (which we'll see doesn't work out for him in episode 12) but he allows himself moments of sympathy to support Sakuma in a way. He understands where Sakuma is coming from, so he’s easier on him than the others are. Of course, maybe things really Aren’t That Deep and I care too much about fictional characters, but ah well hehe

(Also if anyone is interested, I wrote a fic some time ago exploring some of the events of episodes 1 and 2 through Odagiri’s perspective, focusing on his thoughts on Sakuma (basically this analysis in fic form haha). You can find it here! ehehe shameless advertising)

Thank you guys for taking the time to read all this!! And thank you JGfiles for giving me the opportunity to put all of my thoughts about this into one coherent post hehe╰(*´︶`*)╯