#tried to make it balanced but of course i have my club biases. still hope everyone can enjoy it

[footballandfiasco]

💖Bundesliga Review 2023/24 💗

(quality is not nice at some points but i hope it still brings you joy!!)

song is the live version of bad omens by 5secondsofsummer

[ravenwolf1132]

Family Matters

Ok everyone! Here we fucking go, my HP/SD crossover! For those of you who are not aware, I posted this on my fanfiction account a while ago then decided to rewrite it. This is the rewritten version. If you want to read the original, it's still up on fanfiction.net but I'm not posting that one here.

Now the story follows Harry when after his third year at Hogwarts ends, his relatives are out of commission thanks to a car crash. Which lands him at the Mystery Inc household cause, low and behold, one of them (a certain Norville Rogers) is his distant cousin. For there shenanigans ensue. The Mystery Inc are in their mid to late 20s and we have a nice heaping helping of Poly Gang since all four of them are married. Also, Shaggy is a werewolf and the entire Gang knows about magic, unbeknownst to Harry who is actively trying to hide his magic from them and does not realize they already know. So that's going be a trip and a half for Harry when it's finally revealed.

On with the show!

(Ok, I tried to put this in a read more but I can't find the HTML option. So uh, enjoy the long post I guess??)

Chapter One - Welcome to America

It was odd when Harry was waiting outside King’s Cross Station and the Dursleys had yet to arrive. Maybe they had finally given up and stopped caring? Fat chance, though, there were two parts of him that both felt relieved and almost betrayed. For the longest time, all Harry had wanted was a family that cared about him and when he was younger, he did everything in his power to try and earn a real place in the family. Of course, early on he realized that was never going to happen, so he just stayed quiet and did as he was told. In hindsight, perhaps he should have fought back against the Dursleys, do everything he possibly could to defy them, show them that he wasn't a failure or a waste of space, and if they wanted a monster, a demon, a devil, they should have gotten one. Though that might have landed him in Slytherin by the time he got to Hogwarts, maybe it was worth it, just to get some payback. Ron would’ve never believed him had he heard Harry's thoughts, though he was sure, at least, that Hermione would be on his side. 

Though, Harry would never get the chance to get any form of payback since, on the way to pick up Harry from King’s Cross, they had gotten into a car crash. Vernon perished on impact and Petunia was fatally injured. Dudley managed to get out alive with only a few injuries, but would never manage to remember anything about the crash and quite possibly, a lot about his life. Harry wrapped the leather jacket that Sirius had given him around his body as he waited for the Dursleys who would never arrive. It was nearly lunch when Harry finally gave up and started to walk. He slung the bigger-on-the-inside satchel that Hermione had charmed for him that held literally everything he owned in and continued on his way.

He never took the time to admire London, despite how many times he had been here and the fact that he lived just outside the city in Surrey. Hedwig was perched on his shoulder with her head tucked under her wing leaning against the messy curls on Harry’s own head. As they walked, Harry glanced at the tall buildings and marveled. Sure, magic was impressive, but sometimes, what the Muggles do, what they can make and build, and what they take for granted and seems mundane to them, is even more impressive. They built all of this without the aid of magic, and perhaps that was a good thing. While Harry was eager to leave his past in the Muggle world behind, it still fascinated him to no end. Same for Hermione and even Ron.

Hermione, of course, grew up in the Muggle world, but still wasn't content on leaving that world altogether. She went to summer school to catch up on the courses they don't have at Hogwarts and even started up a little tutoring club in third year for muggle-born and half-blood students, occasionally the odd pure blood, for Muggle classes. She did extensive research on how to be a teacher for certain classes and eventually had to ask the upperclassmen for help. The older Ravenclaws, especially the muggle-borns, took to the idea immediately. Contrary to popular belief, most of the ravens don't actually care about grades, what they value is the knowledge. Through hanging out with them, Hermione started to pick up their philosophy as well. She began to prefer her own study and learning methods over the teachers, only after she did some research on them to make sure it does work. She gained a particular hatred towards Snape, because while he may be a great potions master, he was no teacher. 

When he and Ron joined her little group, which had attracted attention from across the entire school, Ron was of course a little apprehensive. Ron grew up with an all Gryffindor family and a very biased one at that, especially towards anything that wasn't strictly light side. Sure the twins were an exception and perhaps Charlie and Bill, but still, whatever way you look at it, no matter how good they are, the Weasley’s are a biased family. However, slowly but surely, after being exposed to so many different people, from different alignments and houses and mindsets and even religions, Ron slowly began to let go of the biases he grew up with. It even got to a point where he could tolerate Slytherins and understand not all of them are bad, begrudgingly, but still. He found that there were many like-minded people he found in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses that were fascinated by Muggle tech and wanted to find some way to get it to work around magic. When Hermione saw the work he was putting into it and he found the motivation to actually do his homework from it, she left him to it, even encouraging him.

Last year, Ron would babble on and on about the things that he and his little tech group found out about, he even told his dad about his findings which helped him to finally get noticed amongst his family! Watching Ron be so happy and relishing in the feeling of finally being noticed for once, made Harry and Hermione happy for him too. They encouraged his behavior and it helped mellow him out too, no longer did he feel the same amount of jealousy or envy from being Harry's friend because he was being dotted and fawned upon now, and Harry happily took a backseat to this since he never really cared much about his fame. When he did feel stressed or had a bout of jealousy coming on, he'd smile and wait it out, trying to think about other things and often retreating to his work. Harry and Hermione could easily pinpoint what causes him to retreat, sometimes he's had a rough day, others he needs to cool off before he blows, and sometimes he just has this random bout of inspiration and has to get working on it before he loses the idea. He's grown accustomed to carrying around a sketchbook and notepad in classes so he can write down and sketch out his ideas.

A new dynamic had taken root among them. Ron had turned into the inventor, the strategist, he was the one to come up with plans and give advice should they need it. Hermione became the researcher, the one who keeps the others informed, not much changed here. However, while Ron may be good with long term and more permanent plans, and Hermione was their walking library, both of them had weak points. Ron's plans were great and all, but you can't change them on the fly easily, and Hermione, while amazing when it comes to knowledge, didn't know how to handle a stressful situation well. That is where Harry comes in. Harry is a quick thinker and very observant, he can work well under pressure and is at his best helping others. Each member of the golden trio balances the others out. Without Ron, Harry and Hermione won’t know what to do with themselves. Without Hermione, Harry and Ron wouldn’t have a clue what they're doing. And without Harry, Ron and Hermione would end up in situations where they can't get themselves out of.

As he dwelled on this, reminiscing about how far he and his friends had come, he realized he had gotten lost, and hungry. Pulling himself back to reality and the present, he looked around for somewhere to eat and get directions from. Noticing a small corner cafe, he walked in and up to barista.

“‘Ello there, lad,” the barista welcomed, “welcome to Cali's Corner Cafe, my name's Sally, what can I get for ya?” 

Harry turned his head up to the menu, feeling Hedwig's soft feathers brush against him. “May I have a BLT club with Turkey, ham, provolone, and extra bacon? Oh, and a couple of cucumbers? No dressings, please.” he asked shyly.

“of course, lad,” Sally said, “Any drink? Soft sodas or juice?”

“Just water is fine.”

“Coming right up!” She chirped. “Why don't you go find a seat? We'll call you up when it's ready for you.”

Not wanting to move very far, he sat down at the bar table. Thankfully, this cafe didn't sell alcohol, so he was allowed to sit up there. While he waited, he reached into his bag and pulled out a notepad for him to pass the time with. The spell Hermione had bewitched the bag with didn't require any sort of wand-waving to summon things from it, all you had to do while having a clear picture of the object in mind, was stuff your hand in and pull out once you grasped it. Though sometimes it doesn't always work, so you grab something that's the wrong thing. Thankfully, he pulled out the notepad and not something like one of his school books, summoned a couple pencils, erasers, and sharpeners, and started to work on the first thing that came to mind. Since he was hungry, he worked on a new recipe that he had been dying to try out. Sally came back over with his food and Harry pulled out his wallet with a Gringotts bank card and paid quickly. While Sally was handing him his recite, she looked over at the Tele. 

“Oh dear, how awful.” Sally bemoaned, Harry looked up from his half-eaten a sandwich and feeding Hedwig some of the extra bacon strips. “That intersection is quite dangerous, I hope everyone made it out ok…”

Harry glanced over at the Tele and saw it depicting a crash just a few blocks from Kings Cross. Maybe that's why it was taking the Dursleys so long? The more he watched, the more he began to recognize the victims of the crash. There was a walrus of a man hanging out the windshield of the car, obviously dead and very familiar to Harry. The two just barely surviving members of the crash looked strikingly similar to his aunt and cousin. But the thing that made him realize that they didn't just look like his relatives, was the license plate number, it was his uncle Vernon's car! He jumped out of his seat, startling Hedwig from her perch.

“What's wrong, sonny?” Sally asked worriedly. “Do you know them?”

“‘Know them’?” Harry echoed, “They're my aunt and uncle! I live with them! Oh god, if they're gone, where am I gonna go now?!”

He started shoving his things into his bag and Hedwig tried to comfort him by perching back on his shoulder and nuzzling him.

“Alright, alright, sonny,” Sally said, trying to calm him down. “We'll call a constable to see what to do, ok?”

“Yes, please do!” Harry begged, “And hurry!”

Harry didn't know how this had happened. The constable was a nice man named Constable Wright and was able to confirm that Harry was their nephew. Unfortunately, with no living relatives, they had to search elsewhere in order to find him someplace to live. However, they did find out Harry had a distant cousin in Ohio, America. They quickly arranged a short-notice flight to America after contacting his relative, a man named Norville Rogers, and having him agree to take Harry in. So, Harry went from a 10 hour train ride from school to Kings Cross, be in London for only a couple hours after finding out his aunt, uncle, and cousin are dead or badly injured and in no fit shape to take care of him, to an 8 hour flight from the UK to Ohio in less than twenty-four hours. What a great way to kick off the summer.

Harry was determined to let sleeping dogs lie when he got to America, but he couldn't help but feel nervous. What if his new caretaker was like the Dursleys? When the plane finally touched down, Harry grabbed his satchel, which managed to convince the constable that it was all he needed, and headed down to the baggage claim. Standing there, holding a sign with his name on it, was a very tall man, well over six feet, waiting for him. He had long light chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and his eyes were a honey golden color, he wondered for a moment if he were a werewolf. He looked ragged, like a more clean-cut version of Professor Lupin just without all the scars. He had a small beard on his chin and a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He wore a white tank top underneath a green flannel and had beige cargo pants and a set of black leather dress shoes. Sat patiently at his side was a large brown service dog sporting the signature vest and collar leashed to the man. That had to be Norville. Funny, he was expecting a lasso swinging cowboy or lumberjack redneck, not a scruffy bohemian hippie man. 

With Hedwig perched on his shoulder, Harry cautiously began to walk up to the man, silently praying that the dog wouldn't attack him on approach and that this man, his other cousin, was nothing like the Dursleys. The dog stood and with the sudden movement beside him, Norville also looked to the side. He gave Harry a friendly smile, but Harry's body had already frozen still and tense. The dog began to move forwards slowly and Harry could feel his heart racing, was it going to attack? His body hunched over, his shoulders coming up and he lifted onto his toes, keeping his arms tucked into his body and his knees loose should he need to run or fight the dog off. Hedwig noticed this and spread her wings enough so she could easily take flight and kept a glaring golden eye on the dog. The dog, whom Harry could see was practically his height on all fours, faltered a little when it saw Hedwig prepare to strike, but continued to come closer. Eventually, the dog sat in front of Harry and bowed its head looking up at him. So, the dog wasn't going to attack him? But all the other dogs attack him, why didn’t this one? Is it because it's a service dog? But aren't they known for protecting their master’s too? Looking down at the pooch, it was waiting for Harry to do something. Holding his hand out slightly, Harry reached for the dog’s head and went to pat it, he hesitated for a moment before his hand came into contact with soft, fine, fur. He visibly relaxed at the touch and scratched the pooch's head, its tongue poked out of its mouth and its tail swung lazily side to side with content.

“Sorry, Pooch,” Harry said, “I'm just not comfortable around big dogs, I thought you were going to attack me. Looks like your a better dog than all the ones I've met.” Of course, that didn't count Sirius or Lupin since they were actually people.

“Well, like, looks like you made a new friend, Scoob ol’ boy.” The man, Norville, Harry guessed, his cousin. He smiled at Harry, giving him a wide goofy grin. He held his hand out to shake, “Nice to meet ya’, kiddo. Name's Norville Rogers, but just call me Shaggy.”

“‘Shaggy’?” Harry echoed, tasting the word, it left a sour taste in his mouth, “Sorry mate, but no matter how good you are with the ladies, I am not calling you that.” Harry didn't care whether he was being rude to the man or not, he wasn't going to call someone the equivalent of having sex.

“Eh? What do ladies have to do with anything?” Norville inquired innocently.

“What? Do you prefer blokes, then?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Scooby snickered as Norville’s face reddened. Though through the look on his face, it was surprise and embarrassment, not anger, that caused it. Norville chuckled.

“Well, it seems there's, like, a cultural difference here, cause in America, the word “shaggy” means scruffy or messy.” He explained.

“Oh,” Well that made more sense, but it also made this next bit more complicated to explain. “well, in England it kind of implies you like to…” he looked around as if he were about to tell a secret. “That you like to have sex.”

“ah,” Norville stated simply, his eyes widening a bit. “Well then, I guess we need to find something else for you to call me then.”

At that moment, both their stomachs rumbled, Norville's louder than Harry's. Harry rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed, and put a hand over his stomach. Both of them laughed softly.

“After we get something to eat,” Norville said. “I'm starving and I'm sure you're hungry too from your flight. C'mon, I know a place downtown.”

Norville turned and started walking towards the door and Scooby looked back at him, gesturing for him to follow. These guys didn't seem too bad, maybe things will turn out alright.

[itsafuckinggazebo]

It x Stranger Things

I woke up, feeling way too warm under my thin cover. I opened my eyes and sat up, my eyes adjusting to the dark room. It was still pretty dark outside so I couldn’t see anything. I needed to use the restroom and I set out in the dark for the light-switch. It took me oddly a a good few minutes to find the switch of my room and when the light above shone, I felt my heart stop. My breathing slowed immensely and I felt like one of Its balloons popped inside my tummy, feeling a great amount of fear rise within me. This wasn’t my room. It was blue, with a fuckton of pictures and posters hung up on the walls. Knick knacks and trophies that weren’t mine were littered around a desk and drawers. Art projects I’ve never done were on a nightstand. I felt like I was kidnapped. But the person who did the room seemed keen on making it comfortable. It couldn’t be It, this room was too nice.

I backed up to the bed and sat down, feeling like this was a dream. I pinched my arm as tight as I could and I didn’t wake up. This is a nightmare. I got back into the bed, not feeling like my own. I steadied my breathing the way Eddie taught me to; god I miss him. I miss my loser friends too. I wonder when I’ll see them again. I hope soon. I didn’t realize I fell asleep until I was awoken. A lady with nice, mousy brown hair woke me up. She must be my ‘mom’. My mom never woke me up; I had an alarm for that. “Mike, c'mon, you’ll be late for school!”, the lady exclaimed and left after telling me she packed a lunch box for me. She seems like a good mother. I got ready with much difficulty. Whoever owned these clothes had no sense of fashion. My Hawaiian shirts are iconic. I got dressed into a black shirt with ugly yellow and red stripes then into jeans and sneakers. I’m gonna show this kid fashion sense if I ever see them.

I went to this kids bathroom, and did my own routine. I didn’t use his toothbrush because ew, but I did use my finger. What the fuck ever, desperate times come for desperate measures. I headed downstairs and tried my best to find the dining room without looking suspicious. Girl toys were cluttered around the living room, so this kid must have a younger sister. My eyes caught on picture frames on a mantle piece. My heart leaped out of my chest, yet again. The kid looked just like me. No difference at all. Same black hair, same built. The only difference is that I need glasses and he doesn’t. Fucking loser. “Come on Mike,” an unfamiliar voice came out from behind me. A tall, thin girl with hair like her mother came into view. “Breakfast is at the table,” she exclaimed and I followed after her.

Breakfast was a quiet and quick event. I was right, there was a little sister involved; she ate waffles at her high chair and her name was Holly, and the elder sister from earlier was Nancy. I don’t have siblings so it was nice to eat with them and talk, but mainly towards Nancy of course, who was only a few short years older than me. After we ate we left the house minutes later, the dad driving us to school. He dropped Nancy off at her high school and then me at the middle school just down the road. “Love ya Mike,” he muttered and drove away. He seemed nice as well. The whole family was sweet but seemed a bit reserved in their own right. Still better than my isolated family. I started walking into the school when someone tripped me, sending me back on the concrete. Oh great, bullies here too. What the fucking fuck.

“Get outta the way frog face,” a boy with dirty blonde hair said to me. I rolled my eyes and stood back up, fixing my hair. “Your mom wasn’t saying that to me last night,” I said loudly; by the reaction him and his friends had, they weren’t used to a trashmouth talking back. That will stop by today. He came walking back to me, his fists clenched. “What’d you say to me freak?”, he asked as he jabbed a finger to my chest. “You mother wasn’t complaining about me last night,” I repeated and drew closer to him, keeping eye contact. “Or your father.” He threw a halfassed punch to my cheek, didn’t hurt one bit. It didn’t even knock me down, I barely lost my balance. I rolled my eyes and walked away, clutching onto my backpack. Or Mikes. Oh whatever.

“You haven’t seen the last of me,” he yelled. I turned around, instinctively putting on a accent. “Oh you sure know how to treat a lass like ma'self, I’ll see ya later handsome,” I shouted and I power walked into the school. I bumped into another person. Smaller might I add. “Oh hey Mike!” The boy said looking up at me, and we started walking, sticking to my side as we walked. I didn’t know what my first class was so I followed him. “Oh hey,” I replied. The boy was pretty and short, kinda like Eddie. But Eddie was the cutest thing in the world. “Are you ready for the Av club after school? Oh and the campaign at your house tonight?” He rambled on and on as I followed him to first class. But he stopped suddenly, looking solemn.

“I’m sorry for talking so much,” he apologized but I almost stopped him, wanting to reassure him talking is just fine by me, but he cut me off before I got words out of my mouth. “Ever since the… you know, got me, since then I haven’t had much freedom. Thanks for doing a campaign tonight, it means a lot,” he said and stood up on his tip toes, kissing me on my cheek. I blushed slightly. But I didn’t know what happened to him. I guess it’ll come up in conversation later. “It’s okay, I understand completely!” I said and he chuckled and motioned for us to walk into the biology classroom. We sat next to his two friends, which are technically Mikes/ mine too. Their names were Lucas and Dustin, and they were cool. Dustin reminded me of Ben. God I miss that loser. I wonder when I’ll get back, if I ever do. I miss all them. Bill with his stutter I’m so used to. Stan and his clapbacks, Ben and his books and candy he shared. Mike and his watchful ways. I missed Beverly, despite her being the only girl in the group, she was strong as any other guy, maybe even more than most guys at my school. They were great friends, we all complemented each other. And if I’m being biased, I miss Eddie the most. He was my rock. My best friend. And the love of my life. I have a childish crush on him but it’s not like he’ll ever return those feelings but I just couldn’t help myself. I wonder what’s happening there.

//There’s gonna be a part 2, from Mikes perspective. If it wasn’t obvious, it’s like a freaky Friday prompt I was inspired by. Mike is in the It universe while Richie is in the Stranger Things universe. Link here https://itsafuckinggazebo.tumblr.com/post/165412336195/the-space-cows-keep-mooing )

[mrneighbourlove]

Snake who Smiles: Ch 2. Party Crashers

Zemalocke sat in his bed drinking a nice glass of red wine. Under his covers was the resting frame of the woman he had just fucked for the past hour. A Lorleidian mother wanting to be able to afford bail for her husband, some man who dared work a second job without a permit. It really was all these savages were good for. He rubbed her tired head against his crotch, playing with her hair. Using his free hand as he took another sip, savouring the aged wine. A knock then came at his door. "Who is it?"

"It is I, baron." The messenger stood outside the room, not daring to enter unless permission was first given. "I have news from Hyrule I believe you will find most interesting."

Zemalocke looked down at his whore. She was out like a light, her body shaking from the fucking. "You may enter."

Stepping inside of the room, the messenger noticed the woman in the bed and failed to say anything for a brief moment before coming to his senses.

"... the queen is pregnant."

That took Zemalocke by surprise. After so many years she had finally produced a child. And he was so close to cracking down on the royal family to produce a Hylian Heir. Those goddamned animals! The Baron then smiled, and a thought occurring to him, takes another sip of his drink. He would not let Hyrule have another cycle of weakness. He had studied Lorleidians quite closely. They could not use their magic to their full effectiveness when pregnant. Zarazu was mighty, but with the proper execution, even she would fall. "Harry, was it? Please send a message to Councilmen Nappan. It is time to begin our plan."

~

Twins. The entire family was celebrating. Soon, a little boy and girl would be joining the Dragmire family. With each passing month, Zarazu's belly grew larger and larger. Soon enough, she was making jokes about feeling like a beached whale and eating everything in sight. It was not uncommon to see the queen snatching something from her husband's plate or the commander escorting her to the kitchen at all hours of the morning for tuna fish and ice cream. To include the entire kingdom in their joy, the retired king and queen had planned a banquet for the new heirs-to-be. Everyone was just beaming with energy and ready for the next generation to rule Hyrule.

"Zarazu, you've ate five ears of corn, don't you think that's enough?" Covarog teased her lightly. "You haven't even had dessert yet."

"No." Zarazu said with her mouth full. "Surrenda joo strawberrehs."

"How ladylike of you to speak with your mouth full of food."

She swallowed.

"Oh shut it, I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry."

"I'm eating for three."

Klinge shook his head. "That's no excuse to not act like a lady." He tore the piece of corn from her hands. She had enough. "You will feel sick. And you still need to address your guests."

"Hey! I wasn't done with that." The queen sulked as she wiped her mouth. "You want me to steal your strawberries too?" Zarazu huffed as she snatched away a chocolate coated berry and nearly drooled in delight. "These things are addictive."

"Let's go say hello to some of the visitors. I know Kanisa and Vidar are here with Kerugan. They're very excited for us." Covarog chuckled. "And of course, Ba'puu just had to say hello to 'puppy'."

Zarazu giggled at her dragon's nickname for Vidar.

"All right, all right, let's go." Zarazu tried once, then twice to heft herself out of the chair with little success. Finally, Covarog had to help pull her to her feet. That burgeoning belly was always in the way.

Klinge took the strawberry from her and studied the crowd. Spotting Vidar he gave a respectful nod. The warrior was quite formidable, and could prove he could fight for Kanisa.

"Goodness, how do you get around, Zarazu?" Kanisa asked as she balanced Kerugan on her hip. "And I thought carrying Kerugan was tough, I can't imagine two!"

"Let's just say I'll be happy when I can see my feet again and can put on my own shoes." Zarazu jested with a cheery smile, holding out her arms for little Kerugan. "Who's grown so big? Hm? Are you growing more and more like your big, fearsome daddy?"

"Yes..." Kerugan said bashfully as his aunt hugged him. "Mama says I might be bigger than him one day!"

"Maybe so, maybe so." Zarazu agreed as she gave her nephew back to Kanisa. "Maybe one day, you'll have your own dragon too, just like your mother."

"Ha! Na'seema is attached to him at the hip. You should see them play together." Kanisa told Zarazu with a laugh. "I'm sure she's glad to visit Ba'puu. I know she missed her father."

Klinge looked down at little Kerugan. How everyone could have children was beyond him. He made a light smile behind his helmet when he saw Kanisa. "Vidar, Kanisa. I trust you have been well?"

"Hn." Vidar just gave a nod of his head, not exactly one for festivities. He preferred the quiet over the loud chatter. Of course, that did not mean he was going to let his wife and son attend this merriment alone.

"We've been well. We're..." Kanisa giggled. "We're expecting a little one at the beginning of winter. The Dusas told me it was going to be a girl. I'm so delighted to know what the baby is going to be, that way I can start preparing again."

"Yeah! I'm gunna be a big brodder!" Kerugan grinned from ear to ear.

"A big brother to a little sister." Kanisa gently tickled Kerugan, earning a squeal from her son.

"That's good to hear. I'm proud of you." Klinge patted Kanisa's shoulder. "Make sure to keep your Shiekah training up. Are you teaching your son?"

"Of course, Kerugan is learning a bit more everyday, aren't you sweetie?"

"I like the axe."

"His favorite is the axe." Kanisa repeated to Klinge with a bright smile. "I tried to get him into daggers, but he's like his Papa. Axe or club." She rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. "Boys."

"Na'seema needs to get bigger so we can fly!" Kerugan told Zarazu. "Like your dragon!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you know dragons take a while to grow. Maybe one day I'll let you take a ride on Ba'puu, yes?" Zarazu said sweetly, earning a look of horror from Vidar. "... with your mother or father riding with you." She then added, knowing that Vidar was just nervous around the dragons.

"And when he's a man." Klinge added. He too, at the very least mistrusted dragons. And he knew all too well the situation of the Direnors.

"Ah, Princess Kanisa? Long-time no see." Klinge turned around to see the smug grin of Baron Zemalocke. He wore a fancy suit as always, this time with a ceremonial cape.

Zemalocke had always liked Orana and Kanisa. Even though they were Gerudo, they had always been divine, and their beauty had only grown with age.

"Baron." Kanisa curtsied, one hand extending the edge of her dress while the other balanced Kerugan. "I'm not sure if you were able to meet my husband, Vidar?" She gestured to the Direnor, who had his arms crossed, looking intimidating as ever. "We're visiting for the party and look forward to the birth of the twins."

"I smell a rat." Vidar told Kanisa in his language, his nose allowing him to smell how twisted Zemalocke's demeanor was. "I want you to stay away from him."

Zarazu, with her magical spell to lift language barriers, nearly choked on her drink at Vidar's words, trying not to laugh. She passed it off as drinking her juice too fast, fanning her face lightly.

"Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe."

"Ah, I apologize, Vidar's still learning the Hylian language and customs." Kanisa knew exactly what her husband said, knowing full well he could speak Hylian by now. Though, not everyone had to know that. "He hopes you are faring well and is glad you could attend the celebration."

Baron Zemalocke took a sip of his drink. For a moment he locked gazes with the giant brute. He didn't need a translator to know what he said was disrespectful. And what a waste on Kanisa's part. Still, at least out of all her siblings, she had the most class. "...Indeed. Nice to have you back from the clutches of that savage, frozen undead wasteland. We worry about your health Princess Kanisa."

"Oh, it's far from a wasteland, Baron." Kanisa replied with all the elegance and grace of the court at first. "It's beautiful. You really should travel more often. I'm sure Glacier's Forge in the spring time would be a sight for anyone to see. As far as savage, well..." She shrugged her shoulders, not giving a damn. "Only the biased and ignorant would think that. Excuse me, Kerugan needs to be put to bed." And with that, she walked off into the crowd, in the direction of the bedchambers, Vidar following close behind.

"And not a single fuck was given that day." Zarazu said into Covarog's ear in her native language, earning a snicker from the king. Then in Hylian, she laughed. "I do think the hormones are getting to Kanisa as well, don't you, my dearest?"

"Well, Vidar informed me of her famous mood swings when pregnant..."

Baron Zemalocke looked towards Zarazu, having another sip of his drink. "So. You two actually managed to produce not one, but two children. You must be so happy."

"As Ganondorf proclaimed to everyone in the castle, a dynasty." Covarog chuckled, smug as ever as he pulled Zarazu closer. He gently kissed her forehead. "A son and a daughter. Only my wife, a powerful, witty, beautiful, Lorleidian could do such a thing."

"You flatter me, husband."

"I speak only the truth, love."

Zemalocke gritted his teeth together with a wide smile of disgust. "Enjoy it. Being a parent is such a joy. Here's hoping you don't have a miscarriage." Zemalocke left the couple, getting a nod from the councilmen. The assassins were in place, ready to cause chaos and take out this trash for good.

"Well, that went as well as I thought it would go." Covarog walked arm in arm with his wife back to their table. It was hard for her to stand for long with all that pressure on her back.

"He's an ass and he'll get what's coming to him one day."

One of the waiters had a large cloth hiding his firearm. He nodded to his fellow companions. Making a quick turn he fired at Zarazu with a hidden crossbow.

Covarog saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. He moved to pull Zarazu out of the way, the arrow avoiding her chest area but still nicking her shoulder. The queen yelped in surprise as she was literally plastered in a corner, Covarog and Klinge standing in front of her. Ralnor saw the commotion and ushered Cass out of the room with his children before going to his brother's aid. Vidar was returning to present his gift to the unborn children after helping Kanisa put Kerugan to bed and saw the man with the weapon. Without thinking twice, the huge Direnor tackled the imposter.

The first assassin jerked about underneath Vidar, desperate to get away from him. He pulled the arrow from his bow and attempted to stab at him.

Two assassins in front of Zarazu and her bodyguards drew their crossbows fully and fired another volley. Klinge had his shield up by now, and after having bolts bounce off, conjured a spear and impaled on of the assassins through the chest. The other reloaded as two new assassins came from each side of Covarog, swinging up at him with hidden blades.

Far above on a balcony one last assassin aimed her bow at Zarazu. Licking her lips the sniper took aim. "Goodnight your highness." She finished her pray and let the arrow fly.

The party was in chaos, people running in every direction. Vidar was easily able to crack the first assassin's arm and pinned him to the floor before snapping his neck. Direnors never took any prisoners. Covarog turned and sliced clean through another assassin while Ralnor crept up behind the other and slit his throat. The commotion nearly overwhelmed Zarazu, but she still possessed that sixth sense for detecting danger. Seeing the arrow coming from the sniper, the queen was able to form a wall of ice around herself for protection. It was the most she could do since she could not move properly to fight.

The sniper cursed to herself as Zarazu protected herself. How the hell was magic fair? She got up from her position and prepared a bomb arrow. "Let's see you get through this."

Klinge cut through any assassin that dared come close to his Queen. And blows made against him were ineffective. One way or another. The Black Knight tried to make it as less messy as possible. Although that didn't stop him from decapitating one of the assassins.

Zemalocke watched from a safe distance as the mayhem unfolded. It was interesting to study the combat capabilities of all his vile enemies, and just as predicted, Zarazu was not at her 100%. Taking a sip of his wine he tapped his rapier in case the assassins got any funny ideas. They were after all not directly hired by him. He smiled when he saw the sniper let her explosive arrow fly.

Covarog kept the assassins back from his wife. Of all times for someone to attack, it had to be at the celebration. He figured this was literally how to crash a party. Ralnor was keeping track of everyone's movements, trying to pinpoint where the true culprit was. Where was the sniper? It was imperative to take down the sniper. Vidar was pummeling some of the other enemies into a bloody pulp. However, when the exploding arrow hit the ice, it caused Covarog, Ralnor, and Klinge to go flying forward, knocking Zarazu backwards into the wall with a harsh grunt.

Zemalocke had to do everything in his power to not overly change his observation and cheer. The three pitiful Gerudo rats had been knock away from the ice queen. Too bad they were too physically big to simply roll with the knock back.

Klinge groaned. In the smoky haze of the explosion he made out another assassin sneaking up on Zarazu. "Queen Zarazu!"

As he dashed to protect her, another assassin blocked his progress, locking in combat with him. How many of these damn people were there?!

The assassin smiled as he came behind the Queen. "Too easy." He prepared to swing down on her with a halberd he took from one of the walls.

Zarazu was slightly dazed from getting slammed into the wall, though she was able to regain her senses. As the assassin brought down the halberd, Zarazu coated one arm with her ice, blocking it. She was still pinned against the wall, one arm keeping the blade back while the other over her large stomach. This person would not hurt her babies. She was not able to fight like normal, but she would still try. Her foot collided with the assassin’s knee to try to get him to go down.

"Covarog!!!" Zarazu hated feeling defenseless, but even she knew when to ask for help. "Klinge!!!!"

The assassin grunted as Zarazu kicked him. "Just die you god damn-" He was cut off as Klinge grabbed him by the neck, lifted into him into the air, and stabbed him through the heart. He threw the body violently at one of the other assassin's, the weight of the dead man breaking the cut throats legs. The assassin crawled right towards the exit, running into Vidar. He didn't last long.

Zemalocke was annoyed. The 'Deadly 25' wasn't panning out too well. ‘End these fools already', he thought, pouring himself another glass.

Klinge looked around, killing the last few assassins with the King and Prince. Only one of these bastards, if they were unlucky enough, would live to answer for this. One assassin nicked him with his blade, causing the attacker to laugh.

"Hahaha! You can feel it can't you? The poison through your veins. It acts instantly. A fine coating for my blade. Perhaps you can scream for me as your final act!"

Klinge looked at him deadpan, a solid blink. The silence made the assassin uneasy after a moment.

"You don't know me do you?"

"Why aren't you dying? Gasp for air! Fall to your knees!"

Klinge walked towards his stunned attacker and delivered a swift blow to the neck. The assassin gasped as his throat was sliced open and his blood leaked out. With a gurgle he fell to the floor.

"You can't poison the dead."

The sniper meanwhile took aim, up high on a balcony, behind Zarazu's field of view. "Smile, you bitch."

Vidar had made his way up onto the balcony, having been able to root out the assassin with his nose. It was really beneficial to be a Direnor sometimes. Just as the sniper started to take aim again, Vidar grabbed the assassin and wrestled the weapon away from her. Unfortunately in doing so, the arrow struck the chandelier, causing the chain holding it in place. It fell directly in the path of Zarazu.

Zemalocke eyes lit up like diamonds. The pretender to the throne, squashed like the ant she was, how appropriate. However, like a Queen ant, she had soldiers ready to die for her. Klinge tackled Zarazu, holding her close as he fell to the floor. "You ok?"

Zarazu released a most undignified squeal as Klinge tackled her out of harm's way. The hard armor of his was not exactly comfortable but it was still preferred more so than the weight of the chandelier. Out of instinct, both of her hands were over her belly, protecting her twins.

"I think so." Zarazu breathed shakily. "Is everyone else okay?"

The sniper realized she had failed her mission and her entire team was dead. "You and everyone else can go to hell!" She threw a handful of blinding, stinging powder towards Vidar and ran as fast as she could away. No one was going to catch her.

Vidar yowled as the powder stung his eyes, but Ralnor, like the spy master he was, had plans. As the sniper tried to run away, he hit her in the leg with one of his daggers. There was a special coat of paralyzing poison on the blade to keep her from running too far.

The Sniper yet out a yelp as the dagger hit her. Her run turned into a jog, her jog a walk, then her walk a drag, until finally her legs gave out. She tried to crawl away with her arms, until she bumped into a very angry Gerudo mother who was able to keep her still with a foot placed firmly on her back. "No. Let...go..."

"You attack one member of my family, you get to deal with the whole family." Orana kept her foot on the assassin with Corsaire and his crew scouting the rest of the castle for any other suspicious persons. Vidar went to check on Kanisa after Zarazu washed the powder off his eyes. Ralnor and the spies were also searching for any other culprits. Covarog stayed beside of his wife, checking her over for any injuries. Luckily, there was only a small cut, noticeable by the tear on the gown, on her shoulder.

"Love, are you sure you're all right? We should get Doctor Boveir to check you out just in case."

Zemalocke looked over the carnage and sighed. So a direct attack didn't pan out. Foolish assassins. They deserved to die for their failure. And even if they interrogated the woman he wasn't worried. She had no connection to him, and there was no physical evidence linking the Baron to Councilmen Nappan. He smiled broadly when Ralnor and the rest spotted him, merely swirling his drink.

"You... you wretched, spiteful, son of a bitch!" Ralnor walked over to Zemalocke, grabbing the man by the front of his collar. "You planned this!"

"Ralnor, what are you doing?!" Covarog was completely taken aback by his brother's sudden rage. It was not like Ralnor to lose his temper so easily.

"I don't have any proof but I will find you out eventually! Snakes like you can't hide in the grass forever!"

Zemalocke, completely in his right was enjoying Ralnor's rage, right up until he grabbed him. His skin crawled at the desert rat’s touch. None touched him unless given the privilege and order to do so. He slammed his hands down on Ralnor's arms, giving him a push away. "Unhand me cur! You think I planned this? Please, if I wanted the crown dead, I'd come up with a far better scheme. Waitress assassins? Such pathetic accusations.” Zemalocke tapped his rapier, ready for a fight if needed. Turning his head he smiled smugly at Covarog. "I think you best pull your brother back Covarog, least he gets hurt biting his tongue from tripping over himself. Wouldn't want him to cry again. And a snake Ralnor? You know snakes devour rats right?" Zemalocke thought back to those wonderful moments of Ralnor crying like a baby in front of him back in their youth.

Klinge was behind Ralnor,wanting to crush the Baron into tiny pieces and scatter his ashes to the wind, but they had no proof. Yet.

"Ralnor, let it go, we can't put this bastard away without any proof."

"You saw him sitting there, gloating about this whole situation! Are you not angry?!"

"Of course I'm angry! She's my wife, she's carrying my children!"

"Then the culprit needs to have his head on a stick!"

"We can't charge him without proof."

"When are we ever going to find proof? That son of a bitch has been plotting against us for years!"

"I know, he's the snake in the garden, the rat in the walls, and the fly in our soup, but what the hell can we do without solid proof?!"

"Covarog, Ralnor... not here..." Zarazu held onto Covarog's arm. While she had bruises and was a little battered, the queen was all right.

Zemalocke shook his head smugly, a hand going to face as he chuckled. "Oh ho ho ho ho. How savage of you Ralnor, but not surprising. Gloating? I was just having a drink. And I think if you want to go on about analogies Covarog my favourite is the dagger in your back, but that's just me." Zemalocke finishes his drink and places it down on the table. "Well it has been a wonderful party, quite the show indeed. Maybe you two should learn to channel that pitiful anger you feel. You should throw another event like this soon. Could do without the assassins though. If I were you I'd fire your event coordinator." The Baron takes in the faces of all those as he walks away, chuckling to himself. "And once again, congratulations on the babies..."

~

Klinge sulked the dungeon back and forth. Hours upon hours he had tortured the assassin. When she gave a first name it was a councilman. To Klinge's absolute fury when he moved to arrest him, the councilmen commuted suicide. No connection to Zemalocke had been made. He was sure the assassin knew something. Perhaps Ralnor's methods could produce something.

Ralnor tried every trick he knew in the book to get the assassin to confess that this was all Zemalocke's plan. However, she kept repeating over and over that it was Councilman Nappan who hired her after begging for mercy. While Klinge was good at breaking bones, Ralnor was better at breaking down the mind. Frustrated with his results, he slammed his dagger into the table covered in weaponry.

"Not one utterance about Zemalocke..."

Klinge sighed in deep, angry disappointment. "The bastard. If she really has nothing, then we have no link to him on this..."

"Zemalocke will slip in eventually. I just... I wish I had something now." Ralnor groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "If something would have happened to Zarazu and the twins, Covarog would have been crushed...

"Agreed. And the worst part is, all we can do is just sit and wait for the next attempt."

"Unfortunately so." Ralnor hated feeling like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. It was not like him to be so worried. "I know you've already upped security. I'll plant a few spies on Zemalocke."

Klinge nodded in simple agreement. "Think our current captive will hold any more use?"

"I doubt it." Ralnor shook his head. "She's told us what she knows."

"So you want to kill her or leave as one of 'practice dummies'?"

"I think I'll leave the decision to you. You usually have a better use for them than I do, anyhow." Ralnor started to exit the dungeon. "I'm counting on you to keep Zarazu safe. If we lose her, we lose Covarog."

~

Covarog hardly left Zarazu's side since the assassination attempt. The king thought the next attempt might be when she was giving birth. He had strict orders throughout the medical team that not one word was to spread of when Zarazu's labor started. The whole ordeal was taxing his nerves.

"Please come to bed, love." Zarazu told Covarog as she patted the side of the mattress next to her. She tried to keep him calm but it was difficult. "Everything will be okay... the twins will be here soon and we'll be parents. We still have to think of names, you know."

"... you don't know that for sure, Zarazu." Covarog said lowly as he finally sat on the mattress. "I worry. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I know, I know, but we have allies too." Zarazu held his hand, smiling at him. "And I didn't let Vul'kar take me down, did I? I'll be all right... and Klinge will stay with me while I rest so you can attend to matters."

Kelly and the other royal guards finished making their rounds. "King Covarog, Queen Zarazu, I trust you are well? After a tight inspection no one has booby-trapped any of the rooms in a 100 meter radius of your courters."

"I am fine, Captain Kelly, thank you for checking up on me." Zarazu smiled as Kelly entered the chambers. There was to be round the clock guards outside of the door. The queen was not to be left alone at any moment. She would have company even while she slept, while she walked in the gardens, even when she ate her meals. Patting her belly, Queen Zarazu had to press a heel out of her side. "The twins are all right as well, they're doing somersaults in there."

Kelly chuckled at that. "Nice of you to be cracking jokes. You'll probably die with a pun being your final words knowing you."

"Hrm, I think I'd rather die by an orgasm, thank you very much." Zarazu joked with Kelly. "In the throw of rapture with my husband."

"Zarazu, please..." Covarog coughed, his face a little flushed. The hormones were making her more straightforward than usual.

Kelly blushed a little as well but rolled with it. "I think that's the libido talking. So, you able to stretch out well enough with that belly?"

"Stretch? I can't even see my toes." Zarazu wiggled her toes underneath the blanket for emphasis. "I'll be glad when I can walk again, not waddle." She sulked lightly. "I feel like a beached whale."

"Love, you still look as beautiful as ever." Covarog assured her.

"Hm-hm, says the man who has been asking me if my tits are going to stay this big."

"What? They're soft!"

"They're tender!"

"Oh Covarog you naughty boy." Kelly teased the King.

"She's the naughty one." Covarog muttered under his breath.

"Will you tell Klinge that I'm all right, Kelly? I don't want him to worry either." Zarazu asked the captain with a smile. "You know how he is."

"We'll definitely have to alert him when you go into labor. It could be within the upcoming weeks." Covarog told Kelly. "I'll need you and Tulilad to keep the castle running properly until it is over. I don't trust anyone well enough like I do you three to keep her safe."

"Of course your majesty. Will do our best." Because if we don’t, the entire kingdom will weep.

[daily-nicotine]

Where's the LLxPersona we deserve? (but absolutely don't need right now)

l i s t en

im still salty why FeMC is not canon i need herrrr

this is all according to my opinion (there will be a lot of inaccuracies please forgive me)

Honoka: THEFOOL“The Fool Arcana does not mean it that can be taken lightly. The Fool isnumber zero. It is the void from which all other things begin.“

Because thenumber zero/ having no number holds infinite possibilities. It has nothing andtherefore, has the potential to be anything. However, the Fool speaks of thepossibility of nothing. Where there is nothing, there is the potential forgrowth in any direction.

Honoka wasthe start of it all and the general characteristics of the fool is totally likeher. Of course, being the fool means she needs friends to continue on herjourney. which led to her meeting everyone and pushed her towards her goal. Notletting the school close.

Umi: THEJUSTICE“To find the one true path, one must seek guidance amidst uncertainty…”

This card ismaking decisions based on facts and the truth as opposed to making decisionsbased on emotions. It’s also about bringing things back into balance. Withthat, the card’s appearance also suggests that a fair amount of cool-headednessand a sense of realism is required.

Honestly,this is the only card im confident to assign to her because Umi is the mostlevel-headed person and no matter what, the right thing must always followthrough. Training regimen, not tolerating honoka’s lazy behaviour, or rin’s, ormaybe even nico’s lmao but of course reversed meaning biased ahem umi-chan onegai

Kotori: THELOVERS“ There is both joy and wonder in coming to understand another…”

Sure TheLovers represents the obvious (love, passion, bonds, etc.), but it alsorepresents choices or duality. The Lovers are plural and they need bothindividuals in order to be so. As for the choices part, it can represent amajor fork in the road coming up. Major choices are going to need to be made.Just like a relationship, sometimes you’ll have to chose one thing over anotherin order to make things work out.

which leadsus to that last part in season 1 where she was indecisive whether she would goabroad or not. because going abroad means she’ll have to stop becoming an idoland leaving her two bestfriends and that would be a huge change in herlifestyle

Rin: THE MAGICIAN”Attaining one’s dream requires a stern will and unfailingdetermination.”

The cardrepresents wanting to achieve something and having the self-power to achieveit. It can also represent taking the first step towards one’s plans (orpersonal growth), but is generally more about the fact that one has all of theresources to do something at hand and they just need to push forward.

based on theevents of season 1 where rin gives that little push to pana to join the idolclub and even to maki. The magician guides the fool through the first step asit represents the potential of a new adventure. however, when dealing withissues of their own, they need that simple push to continue on and as seen ins2 where rin refused to wear the dress and tried many ways to avoid it. butpana and the others ultimately gave her the confidence she needed to try it outand let me tell you she was really adorable there i swoon

Maki: THEHERMIT”It requires great courage to look at oneself honestly, and forge one’s ownpath…“

Portrayed asan old man in a dark place or cave, holding up a lantern, the Hermit isassociated with wisdom, introspection, solitude, retreat and philosophicalsearches. Similarly, Hermit Arcana characters share the commonality of placingthemselves in situations that hide them from the public eye. Hermit individualshide away from others or act in more supportive roles rather than putting themselvesin the spotlight.

all truecorresponding to maki’s personality. not wanting to join the idolclub in the first place, she supported honoka by giving her the cd for theirfirst performance. she likes to hide in the music room and isolate herself fromeveryone else. not feeling judged. she’s in a safe haven. this is the negativeside of it. the isolation. there are two lessons to learn from it; the need towithdraw from society to be comfortable with oneself and the need to come outof isolation to share knowledge with others

Hanayo: THE STRENGTH“ Only with strength can one endure suffering and torment.“

Strengthhere refers to knowing about your inner desires and keeping them in check.Suppressing desire altogether isn’t the correct answer either though. In thiscase, it’s about understanding yourself and using that to push forward. Thiscard can also symbolize inner female empowerment. Instead of suppressing yourown desires and just being passive about attaining things, go all out. You’llnever get what you want if you don’t chase after it with all your might.

Because of pana’stimid personality. She often doubts herself whether or not she can become agreat idol and gets lost in all of her insecurities. Her pessimism is also aplus. But we see how much she has grown. Using her desire in becoming an idol,she used it as her strength. Her inspiration. And therefore, overcame thehurdles of intimidation and insecurities because pana is awesome and we alllove our rice goddess

Nico: THE STAR”It’s a strong card,one that gives hope to those on the ground below. It shines in times of need.But, eventually, it is destined to fall to the earth and disappear… Even Ican feel the sadness of this inescapable destiny…“

It’s one of those feel good cards thatpeople like getting because it means that there are better things to comesometime in the future. Think of those stereotypical movies with a scene wherethe protagonist feeling depressed, but for whatever reason, looking at somestar in the sky somehow sparks an epiphany and suddenly everything is okay again. Just because it appears though doesn’tmean immediate changes. You could still be stuck in a slump for some timebefore the whole hope thing kicks in. The important thing though is thatsomething better is out there for you, and you just need to look for it.

Terrible situations lmao of course nicowith her financial difficulties, her failure in her first year with her idolclub, not being able to reach her dream of becoming the number one idol and thedeath of her dad. All of those were setbacks but it didn’t stop her. Being thenumber one idol in the universe is a huge deal and thinking of how she wouldget there hurts my heartstrings a lot because she’ll go through hell and backto make it come true. It’s the hope the nico always carried. It may be wishfulthinking to others with such an outrageous dream but she will never give up onit. the Star symbolizes to have trust and confidence in the future. Also theneed to cry. donttouchmeimcrying

Eli: THE EMPEROR”Only courage in the face of doubt canlead one to the answer…”

The Emperorsymbolizes the desire to control one’s surroundings, and its appearance couldsuggest that one is trying too hard to achieve this, possibly causing troublefor others; some elements in life are just not controllable. This card is aboutassertiveness and maintaining your own power over a situation. Just like a realemperor, it’s about standing above people and maintaining that order that makesthings run.

S1 eli was really like this and tried notto entertain honoka’s idea. Being the student council and all, she needed totake control of things before they got out of hand which resulted to manythings. She also didn’t want for the school to close but she thought that theiridea wasn’t going to help. And eli being eli she shouldered the responsibilityall for herself. Nonetheless, she learned to understand. It’s okay to get help.There’s nothing wrong with that. And from there she regained her stability. Hersense of control.

Nozomi: THE EMPRESS“Celebrate life’s grandeur…itsbrilliance…its magnificence…”

The Empress card is kind of like TheMagician in that it’s all about creation. However, where The Magician was aboutcontrol and pushing forward, The Empress is more about letting things grownaturally and at their own pace.  The card also stand for and naturalgrowth. In tarot readings, the Empress represents mothers, prosperity,creativity, sexuality, abundance, fertility, protection, and comfort (mostoften in helping maintain peace around them like an ideal mother would.)

It was nozomi who pieced all the characterstogether. She was always lurking somewhere, ready to guide. She’s the goddess asshe is the one who named the group and stringed all the relationships together.As seen in s1, she already knew they needed nine people to form the group. She justlet things go at their own pace, slowly but surely. Let’s not forget she saidthat if μ’s were a family, she’d be the mother. Althroughouts1 and s2, we see her motherly instincts come and go and it led me to believewowowow boy do I love nozomi the queen

Also id like to point out thatshe can also be the high priestess and the hierophant. The priestess is a symbol of hidden knowledge or other untappedpower, wisdom, female mystery and magic when it appears in tarot readings.TheHierophant is kind of like The High Priestess in that it represents knowledge.On the other hand though, The Hierophant is about bringing wisdom to othersinstead of secretive knowledge. This card is about taking what one alreadyknows and applying it to real life or sharing it with others. Kind of like ateacher. It can also indicate a solution to a problem. On the reversed side,this card means being unwilling to listen to what others are trying to teach.It can also stand for being stuck somewhere because you refuse to listen tosomeone else’s wisdom

not all of these are mine!

credits: https://pitiedthefool.dreamwidth.org/3045.html

http://metanorn.net/2012/06/divining-fate-an-analysis-of-tarot-cards-in-persona