#wheel of fortune answer list

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Sticking Point 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)

Character: Loki

Note: I'm so tireddddd.

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You might be keenly aware of your circumstance, off all the flaws in yourself and your surroundings, and of the uncertainty you walk towards. Still, you must confess that Frigga’s best efforts have not all been for not. Despite all fears, all your doubts, you feel closer to adequate than you ever have. 

You hair is tamed beneath the feather pin and the lace gloves are a lovely addition. You emerge proudly, setting your shoulders and your courage for what comes next. As you reach the top of the stairs, you are struck by the first blows of the battle. Voices. Odin and Loki, just below. 

You look down briefly. You see them there, waiting. Frigga keeps her arm hooked in yours and urges you down, step by step. Silence rises as only your short heels tap beneath you. You don’t glance at your betrothed and see the disapproval in his eyes but you know he is watching. 

“Ladies,” Odin nears as you come to the bottom, “you both are exquisite.”  

He kisses Frigga’s hand, then your own. No one’s ever treated you as such, not so genuinely. Manners and etiquette rule all but you can see through the empty gestures. You dip your head and bend your knees slightly in deference. 

“My lawd, thank you,” you say. 

You might compliment him in turn if you weren’t sure he’d take it as some egregious affront. As ever, he is refined down to aa single hair. Your betrothed is handsome from without but inside, you know him to be a snake coiling. 

“Yes, a fine prize for any man,” he keeps hold of your hand and guides you toward his son. You can feel the reluctance roiling off of Lord Laufeyson. He sniffs and offers his arm nonetheless. “Isn’t she immaculate, son?” 

His response comes through a taut throat, “so she is.” 

Odin tuts and backs away. “My wife, please, it’s been too long since I’ve been able to parade you around, show all of my fortune.” 

The elder lord takes his wife by her arm and sweeps toward the doors as two servants pull them open. Loki’s arm is rigid against you, held so that he touches you as little as possible. You keep your head high and fall into pace with him as he follows his father. 

Out of courtesy, only that which is expected, never genuine, he assists you into the carriage. You climb up and maneuver to sit on the bench. Odin and Frigga sit closely, content as they wait patiently. Loki’s weight shifts the compartment as he bows through the door and sits against the wall. Far from you. 

You turn your attention to the window as your husband-to-be thumps on the roof with his fist. The wheels roll forward and slowly build to a canter. The horses’ hooves stave off the silence enough for you to maintain composure. 

You see the manor ahead of you as you approach. It’s lit up with lanterns hung on tall polls. The gates are open to visitors as the driver follows another carriage up the lane way. 

As the wheels come to a halt, the door opens from the other side. A footman greets Odin as he emerges first, Frigga right behind him. You wait for Loki to lead the way and he does without hesitation. You step down beside him and peer over at him. 

He is nothing less than dashing in black and silver. He has that bearing which can never look anything less than stringent. He is unbending but not unbothered. You are aware of his callous spite wrought into a withering silence. 

He proceeds forward and you follow at his side. He does not offer his arm. You don’t expect that much. 

The foyer of the grand manor house has you in awe. Pristine ivory and draped azure, mother of pearl and silver, velvet and marble. You admire it all as you clasp your hands tightly. 

“Lord Odinson,” a tall woman in elegant lilac silver breezes forward, her skirts fluttering like a butterfly, “it is so pleasant to see you again.” 

“Lady Kyrington, it is an honour, as ever,” Odin takes her hand and bows his head. 

“My lady,” the hostess greet Frigga with a courteous dip of her chin. “And your sons?” 

“We’ve brought the younger, I’m afraid the elder is tending to his wife, expecting as she is,” Frigga explains. 

“Ah, Laufeyson,” Lady Kyrington swirls around the esteemed couple, “it is so unlike you to hide away. I hadn’t even noticed you there.” 

He stiffly unhooks his arm from yours and parts. He greets her with a deep bow, “my lady, so wonderful to have received your invitation.” 

You keep your straight, steeling yourself against his congenial tone. You never received that grace from him. Yet here is this woman with her elegant dark coif and bright blue eyes and she is treated as if she is queen. You hardly expect as much but a bit of humanity wouldn’t be unwelcome. 

“And you’ve brought your betrothed. I did hear she arrived.” She turns to you with a pretty smile. “Oh, what a unique colour you’ve chosen. Rustic.” 

“Thank you, my lady,” you say carefully. “And you... look splendid.” 

Laufeyson shifts, noting your choice of words. No Rs to underline your defect.  

“I must offer my condolences,” Kyrington takes your hands in hers; smooth satin brushing over your lace-sheathed fingers. “I heard of your sister. It cannot be easy to brave so much change at once, but let us hope this deep loss gives way to a wonderful prize. I know you and Lord Laufeyson should be most happy at Jade Gardens.” 

“Thank you vewy much,” you forget yourself and immediately blanch. You let her go and lower your hands to clasp over your bodice. Laufeyson’s sole scuffs and he sighs. 

“Ah...” Kyrington tilts her head coyly, “wonderful. I do hope you mingle and acquaint yourself well. We are all terribly excited to meet Laufeyson’s future wife. Never thought we’d see that day.” 

“Yes, my lady, again, many thanks,” you hold your chin high. 

“Yes, let us not impinge upon your welcoming the rest of your guests,” Laufeyson gestures you away. 

He keeps his distance as you step through the grand archway with its carved framed and peer out upon the party. Ladies in fine fabrics sip from stemmed glasses and gentleman toy with monocles and jacket buttons as they speak hushedly of sport or finance. Lord Odin and Lady Frigga have plunged into the fray. 

You glance over at Laufeyson. He huffs and struts away from you without acknowledgement. Your heart sinks. Here, he can lose you in the masses. He can simply excuse himself that he lost you amid the social furor. 

You are on your own. You rest your hand upon your reticule, hooked around your wrist. Edith’s pin is nestled there, to bring you her courage. She would not want you to wilt away. She always did mourn when the daffodils she picked began to droop. 

Your chest racks tightly and you exhale through the wave of terror. You haven’t any idea what to do. How should you approach any when it is upon Laufeyson to introduce you. He has abandoned you. You expect it won’t be the last time. 

You wade into the chamber. You stay near to the wall but not so close that you might appear mousy. You catch an eye over a painted fan and another from beneath a hat brim. You search for any hint of your escort. He has expertly hidden himself amid the revelry. 

“Where ever did you find this shade of silk?” A tweet snares you in. “And the overlay, how keen.” 

You pause and face the speaker. A blond woman, willowy and decked in several jeweled necklaces. Her portrait neckline frames her bony shoulders as golden ringlets drape down her back. 

“Thank you, my lady,” you turn to her delicately, “my motha acquawed it in Hausten.” 

Her lashes flick as the other women at her shoulders share a look. You steel yourself for mockery. For so long as you’ve lived, you’ve received the same, but not from so many. There are dozens here prepared to degrade you.  

Be brave, for Edith 

“Ah, and you hale from Hausten? I’ve never heard that accent though I’ve travelled there,” she challenges. 

“My fatha owns the vineyard in Kywi.” 

“Kywi?” She echoes and the other women titter behind their fans. 

“Ky-wi--” you try to force out the proper enunciation, then attempt to spell it. “K-y-aw-i.”  

“Hm,” she sniffs thoughtfully and peeks between the other women and shrugs. 

“I know Kyri,” a bold timbre intones as a man steps up. “I’ve been. The grapes there are like plums.” 

“Yes, my lawd, that is it,” you affirm. 

“I’ve not been in some time but I do have wine imported,” he drawls. “Lady Gertrude, your father is from the other side of Hausten, is he not?” 

“South of it,” the blonde curls her lip at you. 

“South, ah, it might explain the difference in etiquette,” he puts his attention to you, “typically we are kind to newcomers.” 

“I was not uncouth,” Lady Gertrude insists. “I couldn't understand her cadence.” 

“It was clear enough to me,” he girds. “Forgive me, lady, I expound propriety and I’ve not yet introduced myself. Lord Heimdall, my estate is in Bifrost. Have you heard of it?” 

“Ugh,” Lady Gertrude sends him a withering look which is unheeded. He bows his head and takes your hand in that courteous way gentlemen do and he pecks your knuckles. She stomps away with the other women in tow. 

“Don’t mind those sparrows,” Lord Heimdall says as he stands straight. He is near as tall as Laufeyson but broader in the shoulders. And his eyes, they are a peculiar shade of brown, so light they seem golden. “I thought to rescue you from their sharp tongues. They have a reputation for gossip.” 

“Oh, thank you, my lawd,” you squeeze your reticule anxiously. “It is kind.” You sway and look around. “You needn’t wemain. I’m saw you have otha social obligations.” 

“Yes, to socialize, as I am doing in this moment,” he insists. “You are Lord Laufeyson’s engaged, from Kyri. Your banns were read on Sunday.” 

“Yes, my lawd.” You avert your eyes, too embarrassed to look at him. “Twuly, I needn’t pity.” 

“Pity? Why?” 

“My lawd, do not toy with me. I can haw myself.” 

“Your words? No, they shouldn’t bother me. You are eloquently spoken, my lady.” 

Your eyes round as the flick to him. You consider him, trying to untie any thread of derision in his voice. 

“You are suspicious? I suspect others are not so accepting, but don’t let it fetter you. No matter who you are, they will find a reason to whisper,” he shrugs. “I’ve not yet seen your fiance. Is he not near?” 

You hold back a wince at the mention of Laufeyson. You swivel your head but do not see him amid the sea of caps and coifs. You muster a smile. 

“I suppose he is on the hunt faw a wefweshment,” you appease. 

“Is that so? I think, should I have a lady avowed to wed me, I might keep her close but I never did presume that all gentlemen hold the same priorities as I,” he harrumphs. “Perhaps, in claiming a refreshment for myself, I would see that she had one as well.” 

He gazes around the room and strides away confidently. He plucks two glasses from a servants’ tray with some murmured nicety. He comes back to you and offers you one. There is a dried orange in the wine and a sprig of mint. You thank him. 

“Yes, and I know you likely tire of the reminder, but I must issue my condolences. I hear Lady Edith,was a very kind soul. I would see her sister is not much different.” 

Your eyes sting and you take a sip from the crystal. You nod and dab your lips with your knuckles. 

“She was... the best sista I could’ve asked faw.” 

“You must miss her terribly,” he nods. 

You stare at him, still wary. Yet, you find nothing but assurance in his stance, his gaze, his tone. He is entirely focused on you. He is the first person, aside from Edith, to ever pay heed to you. That does not treat you as some pest to be tolerated and nothing more. 

“I do,” you confess, “evewy second.” You take a breath as you tamp down your grief. 

“While it might feel a curse to mourn so deeply, it is truly a blessing for it is only that we had someone to love so succinctly that we feel their absence to our bones,” he says. “So you should not evade that pain, my lady, but embrace it as you would your sister should she were here. That hurt is her memory, it is her being, to remind you always that she remains close.” 

Your lashes flick and you gently touch the brim of your eyes, “my lawd.” 

“Forgive me for drawing it to the surface,” he says. “I would say let us talk of happy things but I see she is those happy things.” 

You press your lips together and dip your head, “she is, and I thank you, my lawd, for weminding me of that.” 

[astra-ravana]

Tarot Tips

Care and Keeping of Your Cards

Bonding: Carry with you, spend time with each card, meditate with them, do an interview spread, understand your deck's strengths and weaknesses.

Cleansing: Use crystals, sun/moon light, sage/smudging, meditation, salt, and reset shuffles to cleanse and charge your deck.

Respect: Store cards in a cloth, box, or bag in a safe place. Respect and listen to your cards, learn their language, feel their soul.

Birth/Soul Cards

Your birth card represents who you are and what you entered this life to learn. It can be determined by adding together all the digits of your birth date (the same as calculating your life path number in numerology).

Example: June 17, 1994(06/17/1994)- 0+6+1+7+1+9+9+4=37, 3+7=10 making the birth card the Wheel of Fortune.

Yes or No Questions

Yes cards:

• Any card not listed below

No cards:

• The Moon

• The Tower

• The Devil

• Death

• 5 of Pentacles

• 5, 7, and 8 of Cups

• 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and Knight of Swords

Neutral/maybe cards:

• The Hanged Man

• The Hermit

• 4 of Cups

• 4 of Swords

Exceptions:

• 2 of Swords/10 of Wands- the answer is not yet known

• 5 and 7 of Wands- the answer is yes, but you must fight for your prize

*Always look at the card's meaning for more context.

Two Card Pulls

• Do/don't

• Life/death

• Problem/solution

• Now/later

• Logic/emotion

• Yes/no

• Internal/external

• Past/future

• Growth/stagnation

• Love/hate

• Found/lost

• Flaws/strengths

• Dark/light

• Conscious/subconscious

• Stay/leave

• Give/take

• Creation/destruction

Three Card Spreads

• Past/present/future

• Mind/body/spirit

• Stop/start/continue

• Problem/lesson/advice

• You/them/the relationship

• Opportunity/challenge/outcome

• You/path/potential

Divination Tricks

For a situation that is not going your way: Find the Wheel of Fortune in your deck, the two cards on either side of it may present a solution to your problem.

To bring money: Pull the 1st, 5th, 10th, 20th, and 50th cards in your deck. They will tell you how to increase your wealth.

To find the root of a romantic conflict: Find the Lovers, the cards on either side are issues affecting the relationship.

To heal from sadness: Find the Moon and the Sun, the cards in between are the steps you must take.

To look to the near future: Find your birth/soul card, the first card underneath it is what's coming soon.

To know what you must do to care for yourself: Look for the Empress and consider the card behind her.

To find the cause of stagnation: Look for the Hanged Man, the card under him is what's holding you back, the card in front of him shows how to overcome it.

To help stop a conflict: Find the 5 of Wands, the card behind it will reveal the solution.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

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Hi <3 could you please do this for straykids too?

Sure can do, the question is...

" who would be attracted to..." (in terms of looks overall /aura/ energy) :

1- more feminine (ex: Sana(twice) Miyeon (gidle))

2- Girl crush/sexy type (example: Natty (Kiss of life), Karina, Ryujin(Itzy) Momo (twice))

3- more like cute/princess vibes (Wonyoung, 10, Yuna (Itzy) Hanni(NJ) etc)

4-mature(?) /noona /classic vibes (Irene, Joy (red] velvet), Jihyo (twice), Yoona (SNSD) etc)

P.s I used idols as an example, but we all understand that they can be attracted by people not only from the industry, there is more here, as I pointed out about vibes and archetypes/types (?).

Bang Chan (The Tower/Temperance/Page of Wands/The Emperor) Girl crush/dominant types, cute, playful types, why am I getting dramatic and peaceful types, he likes a variety of types.

Lee Know (10 of Cups/Queen of Swords/6 of Wands) I say dark, mysterious, cold types, not sure if that fits with the mature/classic one, but that is the closest. I do see him liking someone who seems wholesome on the outside, but has a darker side within themselves. 

Changbin (3 of Wands/The World/5 of Pentacles) Not sure what this means. He doesn’t seem to have a type, someone who is confident in themselves is his type. He doesn’t give me any indication of any type from this list.

Hyunjin (8 of Cups/Ace of Pentacles/Wheel of Fortune) He doesn’t have a type and doesn’t care. His focus seems to be his career right now and getting opportunities lol Get that money boy lol

Han (The Hierophant/6 of Wands/The Magician) More traditional types, so the mature, classic types may be his type.

Felix (The Tower/4 of Swords/5 of Swords) He isn’t attracted to no one, he is like fuck that. It just leads to drama and fights for him. He has no type and doesn’t care either.

Seungmin (4 of Wands/The World/Knight of Wands) He isn’t giving me a specific type, just someone who makes him feel good, has that good energy, positive energy and a passionate person. Someone fun and enjoyable to be around, so maybe the cute/feminine one.

I.N (Ace of Cups/5 of Cups/7 of Wands) I hate when they just don’t answer the question, but this is how it works. His type is someone he can love and feel emotional about, not specific type.

[reneesrapp]

Anything For You - Prologue

(Renee x you)

Your POV

No matter how thick and muggy the air in LA is, stepping out of LA Children's Hospital always makes it feel like an ocean breeze in New England. Hospital air is thin and sterile, and after 12 hours it's impossible not to desire some fresh air, even if the only option is the thick, polluted air of LA.

I slowly walk up the stairs of the parking garage, my legs slightly sore, but not as bad as some other days. While I was feeling tired and exhausted, I knew what was waiting for me at home and that at least made me motivated to get there.

Every Friday, by the time I get home from work, my roommates and friends are already pre-gaming for the night's events. This typically means that the second I walk in the door I'm handed a beer on my way to the shower.

I tug open the door of my beat up black forester, as usual, praying it holds up a little while longer. It's a 2006, and it's now 18 years old. She's not running strong, but she's running. I toss my back pack and water bottle into the passenger seat before starting the car, relieved it turned over easily.

Since it's almost 8 pm, my car isn't as hot as it tends to get during the day. But once I sit down I can smell the hospital on my scrubs. Immediately rolling down my windows brings some relief to the all too familiar smell, as I head towards home. I call Jules, even though I wasn't sure if she would answer, it depends on how long they've already been pregaming.

When I eventually hear the voicemail, I groan and hang up, shooting a text in the group that I'm on the way home. Fortunately for me, at least Payton saw it and liked it, so somebody knew to expect me.

I turn up the radio, hoping for some background noise to get me prepared for the volume adjustment when I walk into the house. While the NICU is not quiet, it only gets loud during codes. Obviously, premies don't talk a lot but they can definitely make all the noise they want.

I did love my job, even though sometimes I'm concerned that I come across as ungrateful. Being able to give little ones the chance to grow and survive will warm anyone's heart, but it can sometimes cause mental breakdowns or sobbing sessions.

Typical LA traffic is causing a delay in my commute, and is making it almost impossible not to scream out the frustration I was feeling. I turn up my music, Spotify creating a day list that always has an embarrassing name. Today "Country Love Songs Cowboy Friday Evening" was ringing through the speakers of "Manatee Martha" as I tapped lightly on the steering wheel.

Finally pulling into my drive way allows me to relax my shoulders, knowing I have 3 full days of R&R before heading back to see my peanuts. I unbuckle, leaning my head back letting out a deep breath, attempting to gain some energy to match the party happening through my front door.

I grab my bag and water bottle, slamming the car door shut, hoping it was hard enough to close it this time. My keys jingle in my scrubs pocket as I approach the door, hoping it was no more than 10 people. In this house, you never know. It's not a bad thing, and once I shower I'll be ready to party, but these 5 minutes tend to be the hardest.

I turn the lock, opening the door to my living room seeing my roommates, a few close friends and boyfriends, as well as a blonde girl in the corner who caught my eye first. Of course I know who she is, we do follow each other and she's good friends with Jake and Jules, I just haven't had the pleasure of meeting her yet.

She was mid laugh when I walked in, and settles into a small smile as our eyes connect. I smile softly back, excited I finally get to meet her after hearing such great things. I'm hoping my friends have done me the honor of sharing some great things about me with her. I'm snapped away from her after as Payton stands up, causing everyone else to turn my way.

"Y/n!" she cheers, the room following suit. "Here," she tosses me a White Claw, the cold can hits my chest causing me to jump back into reality. I smile at Payton, cracking the can open with one hand taking a big swig.

"Thank you, I'll be back" I say, holding my can in the air as I head up the stairs.

"Hurry up, you're getting the smell of hospital in our house," Julia teases as I quicken my way up the steps.

Walking into my room, I let out a sigh of relief. My favorite space in the world, curated to always smell like vanilla or lavender and only have little lights on. No big lights. Never the big lights.

I drop my back pack next to the door, my water and White Claw on the desk to my right, then kicking my sneakers off and placing them on the shoe rack to my left. I close my door behind me, and strip my scrubs off quickly, tossing them in the hamper next to the shoe rack. I toss my sports bra and underwear in the same direction, and quickly peel off my socks, which were more sweaty than they probably should have been.

After grabbing my beer, I head into my bathroom, turning on the shower and looking in the mirror. Oof. Looking like that while attempting to make a first impression on a pop star was not in my 2024 bingo card.

I let my hair down from its pony tail, sliding the hair tie onto my wrist. I shake my hair out, ready for the steam that's quickly filling the bathroom. I take another big swig of my drink before opening the glass door, a small squeak as it moves over the tile, before hopping into the hot water.

My body immediately relaxes into the steam and I can't help but let out a small groan, putting my hair under the water, just letting my body ease into the drastic change of environment.

A shower is always the huge change of scenery for me when coming home from work. Being able to wash away all of the fluids, hand sanitizer, latex, and diaper smells makes me feel like a new person.

I scrub my hair, knowing that it will often hold a lot of hospital smell, and if I happen to meet any girls tonight, I want to be smelling the least hospital-like as possible. I scrub my entire body down, ridding myself of the layer of hospital I tend to feel, even though I always wear a long sleeve shirt under my scrubs. After throwing in some conditioner, I shave my legs and arm pits, leaving it to take the knots out of my hair. I always love when it smells like coconut and cucumber.

I rinse out my conditioner, running a comb through my hair before turning the water off. I take a deep breath, getting ready for the long night ahead. I dry myself off between sips of my drink, knowing if I walked downstairs without it being empty, I would be booed.

I decide to leave my hair down, using a bit a product to keep it how I like it, before throwing on probably too much deodorant and lotion. I brush my teeth, the flavor making me wince as it mixes with the black cherry seltzer sitting next to me on the counter.

I know the bar we were going to tonight was relatively low key, well, as low key as LA could be. I slide my tight black boxer briefs up my legs, and put a black bralette over my torso. I toss on a pair of blue baggy straight leg jeans and a white waffle knit long sleeve. Over that I toss on a tan over sized tee, a pocket on the front and huge brown and blue logo on the back. I throw on some tall white Nike socks, and my brown dunks, hoping I was going to get some "straight" girls to come my way. I head over to my back pack, grabbing my phone and wallet out of the front. I slide them into my pockets, before chugging the rest of my drink and pulling my long gold chain out of my shirt.

I finish the rest of my drink before heading back downstairs, being met with cheers. "Drink check! Y/n..." Jake gives me a warning look as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I smile at him, placing my can lightly on the ground before stomping on it, the drink flattening under my foot. "Let's do this, refills?"

I take a tally of new drinks for everyone, my eyes stopping on Renee as I raise an eyebrow in her direction. "Renee, what do you need, babe?" I smirk, gesturing towards her hands. A huge smile grows on her face as she laughs loudly.

"Tequila soda would be great," she laughs, rolling her eyes at me. I smile back nodding, walking into the kitchen. I know she often gets called out for flirting, and I was hoping to have a good night with her, as everyone around us seems to really love her. I didn't want to be the one person she didn't click with.

I come back into the room with 3 beers, a bottle of red, and two tequila sodas in a can. I pass drinks out, before noticing the only spot left in the living room was between Renee and the arm of the couch. I smile walking over to her, handing her the drink and sitting down next to her.

I'm finally able to take in her outfit, a pair of baggy cargo pants and a skin tight crop top with yellow and green, the shirt hugging her body perfectly. She had her hair down, the blonde locks falling just above her breasts, which I tried not to look at for too long.

"Thanks, babe," she teases, taking the can out of my hand. "It's nice to finally meet you," she cracks her can open, as I do mine. I do not tend to drink tequila, almost always vodka crans or pineapples. But, I wanted to have something in common with her here.

"Same here, I've heard so much about you over the past year," I hold up my drink, waiting for her to cheers with me. She taps my drink lightly, taking a sip.

"Yeah, I heard your work schedule is crazy. But I've also only heard good things," she continues, looking down at her can.

"My work schedule is consistent, which is not something you big pop stars and influencers understand," I smile, gesturing towards Jake. "I work 7:30 am - 7:30 pm Tuesday through Friday. Which, if you ask any other nurse is honestly a dream schedule."

"You're a nurse?" she questions, the blue eyes coming up to meet mine. I try not to falter in confidence as I finally get a minute to look at how beautiful she really is. I nod, taking a sip of the drink I didn't love. "Where do you work?"

"I'm in the NICU at LA Children's," I smile, Renee's hand immediately moving to her chest. She pouts a lip and looks at me with big eyes. "No, don't get sad on me, it's great," I laugh, being used to people saying weird things when I tell them my job. "I love my job, and I'm very fortunate to do it."

"How small are they, I'm obsessed with babies," she laughs, turning her body towards me, her back now to Jake. I hold up my finger, and swallow my drink as I pull my phone out of my front pocket.

"Legally, I never showed you these," I whisper, Renee's smile growing. She scoots closer to me as I open my photos app, showing her some of the most recent pictures of the babies. "We throw a party once a month for families, and they all have different themes. Last week was the Oscars," I giggle, pulling up a picture of a few of our kids together, some in "ball gowns" and some in "tuxedos".

"That may be the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life," Renee gushes, zooming in on each baby. "Wow they're really tiny," she mumbles as I scroll through some more pictures. I land on a picture of a micro-premie, Adriana, resting on my chest. I'm smiling at the camera, even though we all got a picture with her as we knew her time was coming to an end. "She's like barely the size of half your arm," Renee says quietly. I nod, sliding my phone back in my pocket.

"Enough of the sad shit," I hold my drink up towards Renee, nodding her to do the same, and standing up to give a toast. Everyone looks towards me, my friends rolling their eyes knowing what was to come. "Ladies and gents, please raise a glass to this lovely evening before us. We are here to get drunk, dance, and get with hot girls. Here's to honor. Here's to getting on her, to staying on her, and if you can't come in her, come on her," I smile. Everyone stands in the middle, connecting our glasses to celebrate. "Let's call some Ubers."

After climbing into the Uber, I'm sat in the way back with Kennedi, and Jules, her boyfriend, Will, and Jake in the middle row. The other Uber contained a few of our other friends Brett, her boyfriend, Jordan, Payton, and Renee.

"Y/n, how do you like Renee," Kennedi smiles, nudging me in the side. I laugh rolling my eyes, thinking carefully before I respond. My roommates know a lot about the girls I'm seeing, or at least sleeping with. I don't want to make things awkward tonight with a close friend of theirs. She was plenty nice, we had a nice conversation and nobody could deny how gorgeous she was. But I didn't want to shit where I ate, metaphorically speaking.

"She's as nice as you all have said. She's fun to be around so far," I shrug, Jake rolling his eyes from the front row. I don't know who let that tiny man get to sit in the front, while I, probably a good 6 inches taller than him, was stuck in the way back.

"You know she's hot, and you're totally flirting with her," he says pointedly. "TFWH. Totally flirting with her," he mumbles before turning around. I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

"Is that okay? I wasn't sure who was off limits," Jules turns to me rolling her eyes.

"Girl, we can't tell you who to be with and who not to be with. Renee is great, and gay, perfect match! PM," she laughs. I nod, looking down into my lap. Maybe I'll make some moves on her at the bar, but who knows. No reason I couldn't make my rounds.

Arriving at the bar, we meet up with the other group, getting in line. Renee is all the way up front, and I'm at the end of our group, a good 7 people away from her. I was hoping for more of an opportunity to chat with her before the music is too loud to have a conversation, but I'll make do.

After scanning my ID, I follow my group of friends to a separated section in the corner of the bar. Since it was only 10, the bar wasn't crazy yet, so we had some time to hang out together before heading towards the dance floor. This was a plus to having a best friend who got famous making tik toks pretending to be John Hancock. We all slide into a booth, and I'm sat directly across from Renee, perfect. I smile up at her, and catch her eye.

"Funny seeing you here," she says, giving me a pointed look. "Felt like you were avoiding me when you got in the other Uber." My face drops and I feel a blush creep up onto my cheeks.

"No, no I just go where I'm told, I totally didn't mean to avoid-"

"Babe, I'm kidding," Renee smiles, tossing the nickname back at me for earlier. I feel my body physically relax. Up comes a blonde waitress with her boobs clearly in a push up bra, smiling at the table. Her smile drops when she lands on me, and I finally recognize her. Fuck.

"Y/n..." she mumbles, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Hey, Isabella," I say quietly, Julia jabbing my side quickly. I look up at her and her eyes are wide. I nod, both of us knowing what I was in for.

"No call back, huh?" She asks, smiling down at me bitterly. I shrug, not really knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry, I've been crazy busy with work," I try to explain, but she snaps her eyes away from me over to Julia.

"What can I get you dear?" Julia looks at me with eyes wide as I just shake my head. The rest of the table didn't seem to notice, but Renee definitely did. Isabella comes back over to Renee for her order and places a hand on her shoulder gently. "Baby, can I get you a drink?"

"2 tequila sodas please," Renee smiles, Isabella nodding before walking away. Not before tossing me a sour look. "One for you," Renee laughs. "What the hell was that about? Also felt a little weird because she and I could be related."

"Oh god, it may be TMI for our first time meeting," I laugh awkwardly, not knowing if I really wanted to share the story.

"No, never. I love TMI," Renee encourages.

"We hooked up a few weeks before Christmas, and I told her when I came back from being home I would hit her up. But the sex was mediocre at best, so I just... didn't," I say, Renee laughing. "Don't laugh, I didn't have to tell you that," a reluctant smile crossing my features. Renee rolls her eyes, leaning back in the booth.

"So you're a fuck boy lesbian?" She asks, biting her lip. I smile back immediately, happy to receive the flirty attention from the blonde.

"No, not at all. But boy, do I know how to fuck a lesbian," I smile, Renee rolling her eyes. "Should we dance?"

A/n: Hi all! Let me know what you think of the story. I've written before, my old account was Dinahspal, and I used to write Fifth Harmony stories. Please let me know what you think! I'm happy to be back writing, and hope you're all as happy to read as I am to write this story!

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 21st of March, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 21st of March, 2024

Question: Why is Harry still on the royal website?

Interpretation: Because The King refuses to have him removed.

Card One: The Emperor in reverse

The Emperor represents The King, so this card is talking about King Charles.

In the reverse, the Emperor energy is stubborn, rigid, and domineering. It can also represent a tyrant. I don't think that King Charles is a tyrant, but I do feel that he is being stubborn and insisting that Harry stay on the royal website 'because he is my son'. The energy of this card is very rigid. It is the energy of someone who is insisting on having things his own way no matter what the cost.

The Emperor in reverse is the Emperor person acting out of their shadow side or their worst side. In this case, it is King Charles who is acting out of his worst side. The energy here is of someone who is very spoilt, who is used to getting their own way in everything, and they are tired and cranky and unwilling to consider doing anything that is not exactly what they want. If they were a two year old I would be expecting tantrums and early bedtime, but this is a 75 year old man we are talking about.

This is the first time I have seen a similarity between the King's energy and Harry's energy. The energy this card is giving me is a more refined version of Harry's usual petulant, sulky, spoilt brat energy.

Card Two: The Sun

The Sun is a card of optimism, warmth, positivity, success, believing that everything will be all right in the end. It can also be a card for children.

This card is giving me golden child energy. There is no other way to describe it. The energy is of a child who can do no wrong, who will always be protected, pampered and adored, and who will always be cosseted by his parent. This tells me that Harry is the golden child of King Charles and that the King will do whatever he can to cosset, protect, and smooth the path of his favourite child. This reflects the picture on the card, of the god Apollo, who was the favourite son of the chief god Zeus.

In answer the the question, this card tells me that Harry is the favourite child of King Charles and The King is not removing his favourite son from the royal website. I sense that it was a struggle to get Harry in the last position on the page, as The King wanted him right under Prince William, and only other people insisting on having all the working royals first, and all the royals on the page in rank order, prevented this from happening. So having Harry on the page was a compromise to prevent him being listed under Prince William (I could be wrong about this, but there is definitely an energy of being elevated above all others coming from this card).

Card Three: The Wheel of Fortune in Reverse

This card is about your current position and whether you are rising or falling in esteem. In the reverse, it says that your fortunes are falling, you are declining in esteem, you have no control or are clinging to control, and you face unwelcome changes.

Harry has obviously fallen in public esteem, so this card applies to him - he is not favoured by the public and as per his actions there is no reason to favour him by having him on the website or any higher on the website.

The energy of this cardis of someone facing unwelcome changes. I think this refers to King Charles, who is not happy about Harry being last on the website page. I think he may have had to compromise to keep Harry on the page at all, as per the energy of the previous card.

The reversal of fortune energy of this card could be an argument that was used to have The King agree to have Harry in the bottom position on the webpage - that to have him any higher would outrage the general public, who (quite rightly) have no good opinion of Harry after everything he has done, and the BRF can not afford the hit to their reputation if this happens.

Card Four: The King of Cups in Reverse

The King of Cups is a card that represents Scorpio, and in this reading it represents King Charles, a sun sign Scorpio. It represents King Charles as a person, not in his role as King.

The card being in reverse tells me that King Charles is very unhappy about the changes to the royal website with respect to Harry, not just as a king (the Emperor card in reverse) but also as a person. There are waves of unhappiness coming off this card. King Charles did not get his own way with respect to Harry and he is very upset about it.

The card in reverse also tells me that King Charles as-a-person is operating out of his shadow side in this matter. With the King of Cups reversed that means someone who is selfish, emotionally manipulative, over-emotional, making decisions with the heart and not the head, moody, volatile emotionally, and seeking vengeance on all who he sees as wronging him.

I expect repercussions from the decision to put Harry at the bottom of the page (and not return him to under Prince William). The King will be looking for someone to blame and possibly to punish that person in some way for not allowing his darling boy to be in his rightful place as a prince and son of the king.

Underlying Energy: The Five of Swords.

This is my card for duty. As a general card, it is a card of not being able to win for losing, of arguments, aggression, bullying, conflict, hostility, and stress.

This card tells me two things: Firstly, that an argument about duty was used to keep Harry on the website (maybe something like "He is my son and it is my duty as a father to have my sons on the website"). Secondly, that the decision to keep Harry on the website caused a lot of arguments, that The King got his way by 'pulling rank' or something similar, and that this has caused a lot of hostility from his advisors and perhaps other members of the BRF. The King has won the battle to keep Harry on the website, albeit in a compromise position (possibly), but his behaviour during the conflicts that arose has alienated some of his supporters and advisors. The end result was not worth the hurt feelings involved, and everyone can see this except The King.

Conclusion:

Harry has been kept on the website because The King wants him there. The King is not concerned about how this will appear to the general public, he wants his favourite son on the royal website and that is what happened. The King's insistence on this and his method of winning the arguments over this (riding roughshod over everyone) has caused a lot of hostility among his advisors and supporters.

There are suggestions in the energy that Harry's position on the page is a compromise and the King wanted him under Prince William. If this is the case, then The King is very hurt because he didn't get what he wanted, he is brooding over it (?sulking?), and he is looking for someone to blame and punish in some way.

In this reading The King was acting out of his shadow energy, his worse side, both in his role as King and as a person/parent. He came across as overly emotional, emotionally manipulative, almost a bully (pulling rank to get his own way), stubborn, rigid, and domineering. His energy was of a spoilt brat sulking because they didn't get exactly what they wanted, and very close to throwing a tantrum to get it. It is the first time I have seen the same energy in The King and his son Harry.

[sunny-porridge]

fics that held me softly in July

the depths - by @bahbahhh

I don’t even know how to begin describing this. I have to frequently put the phone down to let the words sink in. The prose is so beautiful, the emotions are so raw, the relationships (specially between Link and Tulin) are so profound, and the plot is developing into one of the most intriguing and fascinating takes I’ve ever read. This is truly a piece of art - and it has visual art, too! Give the comic a shot and prepare for a ride > the depths au (tumblr.com)

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Frenetīk - by @not-freyja

If I ever do one of these rec lists and not include my dear Freyja, call the guards. I’ve been kidnapped and replaced with my evil twin sister, brand new hair band. 

It’s hard to put into words what this story made me feel. Our most beloved soft boy is dealing with grief, and what’s left after the loss.

Frenetik is, once again, part of the Concatenation series, but I think this one stands alone on its own as a truly rich exploration of Sky. Of course, it will make a lot more sense if you’ve read This is an Adjuration (how many times will I have to tell you to go read it?), but the thing that stands out the most about this story is the powerful emotion surrounding love, and loss, and change – a change that you can’t outrun, or escape, or stop, because it’s happening inside of you.

It's something that feels undescribable, and yet... It's here.

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The Inn at the End of Time - by @musical-chan

If I were to choose one word for this story it would be haunting. It’s a very intriguing concept, sort of a Links meet, except these are all based on the one guy who broke the timeline... Several times.

Yeah, several Times.

Anyways, the execution is wonderful, mixing a sort of muted fridge horror and a levity that has left me thinking about this story from several different angles. 

Idolatry - by @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn

After the War, The Captain is the cornerstone of progress in his era, helping rebuild his town stone by stone, but lately he has hit rock bottom. Iconic as he is to his people, it’s easy to take a hero for granted. Fortunately, the Chain has just arrived at his era, but will they be able to help him before he crumbles? Will he become a hollow monument, or are there precious stones hidden deep within his core?

Tash, Lawn, take the wheel. I’ll go where you go. And I have so many more rock puns.

The Fairy Dance - FilipaMariaKerachitomene

This series is another one of my regulars in my lists. I truly love the setting and the connections it makes between every era, every Hero and Princess, and even side characters. The main story is very plot driven and touches on heavier subjects, but The Fairy Dance is a sweeter side story set in Hyrule’s childhood, and it really sets the scene for who Hyrule is and how he makes sense of the world around him and his Princesses.

NSFW ZONE !!

The Obligatory Beach Episode - Anonymous

Listen, I don’t know what to tell you. This series made me who I am, and this entry has been nothing but high notes. Solid character development? Check. Carefully crafted worldbuilding? Check. Interesting plot? Check. Are you wondering how the mailing system works, or why the heroes can use their rupees interchangeably? The answers are all here.

And of course, well… You know what you’re here for. Truly wonderful sex scenes that go beyond the merely physical and really show how intimacy and love are some of the most powerful drivers of a hero’s journey.

Beach Episode also features a guest star that is absolutely stealing the show - not without her introducing a fair share of unexpected changes and complicated feelings. Bah.

one night / all night / every night - ocean__blue

Link and Impa, rivals as sworn protectors of the crown, both want to go after Zelda, but neither of them has any practice in the matters of love. So, they make a deal to set aside their differences and help each other out to learn together. What could possibly go wrong?

Featuring Zelda/Impa/Link from an unknown era - loosely based on the era of the Wild, but with some original spins that make it completely unique. It’s a fresh story with humor, heart and a lot of heat.

[keyofnow]

How I arrived at the 12 Beatles Albums of the Zodiac

Before proceeding, first take a gander at the list of 12 Beatles Albums in the Zodiac.

Now that you've done that, read on.

It came to me in an epiphany, which by its nature is a sudden burst of insight only after a protracted period of questioning.

I was thumbing through literature on the ancient proto-science that nowadays we might call astrotheology. The number 12 caught my attention again — I'd noticed since loooong ago the preponderance of twelves throughout the history of human culture: 12 tribes, 12 apostles, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 signs of the Greek/Roman/Chinese/Egyptian/Babylonian zodiacs, 12 months of the year, Jupiter's 12-year orbit...

I tried to think of more—

Oh yes, of course: 12 Beatles albums.

I've often wondered about how (or if) any (or all) of these twelves might somehow line-up, having seen or heard suggestions that (for instance) the 12 apostles correspond to the twelve signs of the Greek zodiac. Though understand well the Greco-Roman zodiacal system, but being unfamiliar with details on most of the apostles, it's difficult to make a determination there. The Beatles albums, on the other hand, are a testimony with which I'm intimately familiar.

So, I thought, speaking to myself in the collective for reassurance, let's see if we can line these up.

Where the begin? In the beginning, of course...

Aries usually starts it, Pisces finishes. But it doesn't have to be that way, that's just one standard. Technically the ‘year’ could start at any of the four corners (spring or autumn equinox, summer or winter solstice). Should I start with Please Please Me in one of the cardinal positions? Must they go in order?? Does it even matter???

I started fishing (as a pisces fish does) for obvious details to connect with. My mind thumbed through the zodiac like spinning the wheel of fortune, until it got to Gemini and I heard myself gasp, “That's it!” which is Modern English for “Eureka!”

Gemini is the twins; the White Album is a double album — a twin album.

Bingo, Ringo.

What now? I ask myself. I answer to myself, Path of least resistance: arrange the albums in order from there, in both directions.

And they all fell into place so perfectly, it's almost as if they were designed to be that way.

It was as simple as that.

(Just to make sure I wasn't full of shit, I tried aligning the albums and signs several different ways. This is the only way that made any sense.)

Next I'll detail my observations of this perfect Twelve.

🍏

[literaticat]

hi jenn! im in the very fortunate position of having multiple offers on my book. what sort of questions/things should i look out for to choose between—what seems like—two stellar agents? thanks!

Congratulations! That's definitely a "champagne problem" :D

The other day (week? idk) I wrote a post about what you might expect on "the call" with a potential agent, and there was a link in there to potential questions to ask. (There is LOTS and LOTS of advice on the internet about what to ask a literary agent, too, so I won't reinvent the wheel by writing it all down here!)

Basically, though, just go into each call with an open mind and see what they have to say. You can by all means have a list of questions like the ones in that link above -- but I bet they will answer many of them before you even have the chance to ask. You can absolutely compare and contrast their agency agreements. You can absolutely ask to be connected to a couple of each of their clients to ask them what THEIR experience has been. (Caveat that obviously they aren't gonna give you the info for people who hate them, so it's likely the clients will give nice recommendations -- but still, it's useful to hear!)

Remember that this is about YOU and YOUR needs and YOUR book. So don't base a decision solely on "this agent/agency is more flashy" or "this agent is more internet famous" or whatever -- I'd listen to them both and see if you like their communication style and agree with their assessment of the book. Does one of them seem to "get it" more than the other? Is one of them more "editorial" than the other (and do you WANT that)? Does one of them have a big track record in that kind of book specifically? What are their thoughts about a strategy for YOUR book?

Let's say one of them says, "oh, this will sell for six figures tomorrow, I'd send it out as is" and the other one says "well, I think this needs some revisions" -- the first one, I'd raise my eyebrow at a little, tbh, because I don't give a shit who you are, NOBODY can guarantee that a book will sell quickly and for a large pile of money. (In THIS economy???) -- the second one, I'd want to know what kind of revisions -- major, minor? Do you agree with the general thrust of them? Do they, in talking about the book, seem to be nailing things that you have actually thought about already? IF SO, that would make me feel like... yeah, they are probably right! And I'd lean toward Agent 2 in that scenario. If, on the other hand, I really wasn't feeling the revision they mentioned, maybe that would make me lean toward Agent 1 -- I'd just temper my expectations by putting a large grain of salt on the "six figures tomorrow" business! ;-)

After you talk to them both about themselves and their agency and their feelings on the book, and you've asked every question you can think of or find online, and you've compared their agency agreements, and you've spoken to their clients -- well, it could be that they are both perfectly excellent in the exact same ways -- but I'll BET they are both excellent in slightly different ways. So sleep on it. What does your gut say? Does one just FEEL right to you?

(If after ALL that you truly can't decide, well, they both must be great, so really, it'll be fine either way! So at that point, I guess you do what I do when I'm trying to decide what to eat for dinner. Get a coin. Agent A is heads, Agent B is tails. Flip it. Whichever way it lands, what's your instant reaction? Do you feel satisfied? Or kinda disappointed? That's your answer!)

Good luck! Yay!

[babsvibes]

Bob’s Burgers Fandom Games

Character Superlatives: Decide which character is the best protagonist, most baby, funniest, etc.

Screenshot Game: *flash warning* Screenshot three fast-moving gifs then share your opinion on the results

Ship Chart: Fill in a jar based on how much you love the corresponding ship. Oops All Poly edition here

BB Ask Game part 1: Let people send you Bob’s Burgers-related asks, brought to us by @jimmypesto

BB Ask Game part 2: Let people send you Bob’s Burgers-related asks part two, electric boogaloo

Season Tier List: Rank your favorite seasons of Bob’s Burgers

Episode Rank Spreadsheet: Rank each Bob’s Burgers episode (seasons 1-13) to see who your favorite director, writer, and season is by the numbers

Character Spotlight: Put your favorite character in the spotlight with one of your favorite pics of them and by answering a few questions about who they are

Bob’s Burgers Bingo: Try to get a bingo using the least amount of episodes possible

This or That: Copy and paste the text then bold your pick out of each of the two options

Favorite -Centric Episode: Copy and paste the text then fill in your favorite episode focusing on that character. Feel free to add more characters or ships

BB Fandom Event Calendar: A list of the different fandom events celebrating characters, important dates, and ships

Psychic Readings by Linda: Order a burger and check out your fortune from Linda

Bob’s Burgers Prompts: Reblog this ask game for people to submit suggested prompts to you for what to draw, write, or create

Epitaph Lines from Bob’s Burgers: Spin the wheel and see what quote is engraved on your headstone

[outeremissary]

Oh! For major arcana can I see:

Hanged man, wheel of fortune, and tower in reverse for Carmen??

Thanks for the ask and apologies for the delay!! Weird week for stringing together semi coherent sentences, haha.

I reordered the questions a bit to put Act 3 aeon spoilers under a cut for folks I know who want to find those for themselves.

[tarot prompts]

The Hanged Man: When has your character needed to step back and look at things from a different perspective?

This was answered here!

The Tower in Reverse: When has your character’s actions led to disaster?

This is an odd one to answer because like. To me, with Carmen, Wrath of the Righteous is a horror story about one woman sunk cost fallacy, greater evil-ing a lot of people to their deaths and being so self-righteous that it doesn’t register to her as wrong. She’s the most visceral evil in the game to me. The grand cosmic disaster is that she’s the knight commander at all. And it has also very clearly shaped into a story about someone who sacrifices her humanity, her personhood, everything she is and everything she never knew she had to lose willingly and gladly because of her certainty that there are no means that couldn’t justify guaranteeing her ends. The disaster and the tragedy lays heavy in every action she takes.

I guess if we searched for a singularity, one point of doom without which perhaps this could have all been avoided, it was when she reached for the knife in a dead dragon’s side.

The Wheel of Fortune: What are your character’s proudest successes?

I think Carmen’s achievements in the Worldwound are really her proudest successes. She’s never been involved in anything of the magnitude of the crusade- she’d consider this the most momentous thing she’d done in her life even if she wasn’t the knight commander. She’s proud of leading the crusade successfully to Drezen and she’s proud of taking the city. She’s proud that Galfrey, the crusade’s first leader and one of its most legendary, has seen her command as an incredible success. She’s satisfied by the knowledge that she has made places like Kenabres and Drezen safe against demons again, safe enough for ordinary people to walk their streets. With her aversion to leadership she’s happy to see her work translate into such powerful results. There are rowdy card games in a tavern in Drezen and haggling in the market square. She’s met shopkeepers in Kenabres. She sees regrowth and rebuilding and people and problems and little mundane events so close to normal, displaced from the ordinary only by the context of the demonic occupation. This is the wound beginning to close.

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But there are things she takes pride in that might give some pause. She remembers the surge of satisfaction- the elation- she felt at casting the angels out of the Wardstone and making a depraved idol of false safety nothing more than a powerless rock. There’s the relief of knowing that Wintersun was purged of its curse, success measured in the screams of the powerless. She looks forward to showing Galfrey the results of her work managing the crusade after signing off on the list of names for the mass executions she ordered to purge corruption, her righteous heart fueled by the memory of an approving martyr on the gallows just hours before. And she’s coming to properly appreciate her greatest work to date: the replacement of the false Drezen with the true, a hundred years of corruption and sorrow wiped away in an instant. And the more she takes that in the more she’s beginning to see the true shape of what will succeed it: the lonely and wondrous work ahead. One day soon the hundred year nightmare will end, and it will end the way every dream does: snuffed out without so much as a passing ripple of memory to prove it existed at all.

[basedonconjecture]

The Sun for tarot asks!

Rook Tarot Ask Game Romance Edition 💕

thank youuuuu i loved this one bc i just sel prove how goofy she is 🥹

[coming back to add links when i’m not on mobile]

💕Answered: The Fool & The Moon, The Wheel of Fortune & The Lovers, The Magician & The High Priestess, The Sun

~*~

The Sun: What is something Rook’s partner does that gives them that warm fuzzy feeling?

A non-definitive list of things Lucanis does that give Sel the Warm-n-Fuzzies:

when he ties his hair up while cooking (i’ve absorbed this hc into my personal canon atp and, as a former restaurant worker, u can prise it from my cold dead hands)

that stupid little half-smile he does (it’s not stupid)

using profanity, specifically in Antivan (there are levels to this… and circumstances where warm-n-fuzzy would be significantly warmer but yanno)

when he gets romantic about something he enjoys but most people find mundane (coffee)

when he gets excited about things he enjoys!! (wyverns)

when they put their heads together (figurative. as in logicking things out together. there is still only half a plan. maybe less.)

when they put their heads together (literal. passionate kisses are out, tender forehead touches are IN)

the slow sleepy cat blink he does

when he lets HER put his hair up

when he rests his head in her lap :)

when she’s not paying attention and he gives her food and she just eats it.

when he praises her while fighting

when he praises her while— [is dragged off stage]

[raymurata]

oak my beloved! world, world in reverse, wheel of fortune, hanged man, the star.

The World: When has one of your character’s dreams come true?

Up until now, I think Oak has only had very "small" dreams and almost all -- if not all -- related to learning. They wanted to learn how to make their own jewelry, they did so. They wanted to be granted the face piercings of clan Zetek herbalists, and they became one! They wanted to learn alchemy, and they did! They wanted to make magical items, and they learned how to. ("jack of all trades, master of none, cute way to say you have adhd")

But now, for the first time, they have a daunting and great dream. They want to take over den Icozrin's business and use its wealth to make change to the Dynasty's magical education, making it significantly more accessible to the underprivileged and to the smaller towns. I think this dream will take clearer shape in the days to come, but for now they just know that despite their age, and despite being "just a goblin from Jigow", and despite how taxing a legal, political and emotional battle this is going to be (going up against their abusive mother!!), it is what they want to do, and they're filled with determination. <3

The World in Reverse: What is your character holding back? 

They're still holding back talking about their death itself. It's just really hard. Even as the most recent dream helps them come to terms with it, they're still processing that.

The Wheel of Fortune: What are your character’s proudest successes?

Oak is proud of every craft they are good at (so many!!), and they'd probably list a couple of particularly challenging puzzles and spells of their own design as proudest successes -- Before thinking about Bazzoxan, lmao. But yeah, nothing in their little life as an artisan and alchemist had really come anywhere close to the scale of "success" of closing a centuries-old abyssal rift plaguing their nation.

The Hanged Man: When has your character needed to step back and look at things from a different perspective?

Often! They tend to do that after almost all conversations with people in which a different point of view is provided. They can't always do the pov-shifting mid-conversation, but they constantly do so afterward. As for when they really needed it... They needed to stop seeing Tarlyn as "the spoiled, arrogant, racist drow I don't want to have been" and actually feel Tarlyn's feelings and remember his life from his POV, not the eyes of the goblin who knows better. (And as you know, Gal triggered their integration which is part of why they're crushing so hard)

The Star: When has your character been most hopeful?

Interesting question, and I'm finding it hard to answer. I think they were really really really hopeful for the Icozrin to have been responsible for the attacks on their own and to have done it against dynastic approval, and that wasn't the case. They wished for it so strongly, despite knowing better... I suppose because that would have been so much easier, right? It's not easy or simple, though, and that's clear after "yesterday" in game... so they have a different kind of hope now. Hope for the changes that can be made in the Dynasty if they themself work toward that change (together with Espen, Verin, the Skysibil, whoever should join forces politically) -- Hope coupled with action is determination. Another moment they were very hopeful was on the top of the Rise. At some point during the Bazzoxan party (I know exactly what point) they just wanted to kiss Gal more than anything and they could only hope for their feelings to be reciprocal. And they were. <3

[k-tarotz]

Hi! Been a follower for almost a year now, I’d like to join which k-Idol’s/k-actor’s personality is closest to your future spouse’s?

My name is Mika and my bias in Enhypen is Jay, I’d like to know the qualities of my future boyfriend (like traits, or possible physical attributes by the cards) (I’m straight, I prefer a He/Him) hehe.

Thank you so much and have a great day! 🤍🩷

5/10

disc.: please note that I am only answering people who have sent their requests in time to have a slot.

Wooow if you are follower for such a long time you must have seen when we just started our blog!! Honest to God, I don’t think I will be able to list physical attributes. I will definitely try though, but if nothing comes through I won’t force it! 🫶🏻

I will be using ‘them/they’ while talking about both of them, ‘he/him’ when talking about your future spouse!

The actor most similar to your future spouse is.. Yoon Chanyoung!

note: this isn’t in regards of looks but personality and other things they have in common! picture is included incase you are bad with names. Chanyoung is someone who has been acting since he is a child, he starred in ‘All Of Us Are Dead’, ‘Highschool Return Of A Gangster’ and ‘Delivery Man’.

judgment, the wheel of fortune, the devil reversed, justice, three of pentacles reversed

I would like to start out with saying, they are both incredibly shy! There doesn’t seem to be much anxious energy though, so rather than assuming they have anxiety I will confidently say they are both introverts for sure. The sort of person who is quite, shy and not so talk active around new people but once they get comfortable it’s like a whole different person in front of you. Talk active, loud without noticing. Especially when they laugh! They like to joke around, or honestly just laugh really easily. Although, for your future spouse I do think it’s the first one! He likes to make jokes and see people’s reactions to it, while Chanyoung is someone who laughs and giggles easily. Especially if it’s not a humour he is used to being around or hearing! So, your future spouse is a rather playful person.

I would also like to mention they are both incredibly sweet people, and considerate. The catch is, it doesn’t feel intentional at all. It’s something that comes naturally. Making sure you don’t feel excluded, asking if you need something when they go to the store, respecting your privacy without you needing to ask, checking up on you if you ate or not, texting good night and good morning messages (probably goodnight more often though).. So, things that seem small or insignificant to some but actually matter a lot because it truly makes you feel appreciated, heard and seen by them! It’s like common sense.. “ Why wouldn’t I do it? “ sort of energy. Incredibly kind people, really.

Now, for this last part I would like to say.. I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, and I don’t mean to cross any boundaries.. It’s just what your guides pushed through as a message. Though, in order to be respectful both towards Chanyoung and you, as well as your future spouse I won’t expand much on this but still tell you the gist of the message. Especially since this is public. Either way.. I am so sorry to word it like this, but your spouse? A pervert. Both of them, really. Not in a way where they sexualise just about anything, they are too respectful of a people to do that. It doesn’t even come to their mind to do it. Though, they do have a dirty sense of humour.. if someone makes a dirty joke they will find it funny. Although, Chanyoung is more likely to hide it due to his shyness and hold back his laugh. As for your future spouse, they don’t. At max if their family is around.

That is all I will say about that! Aside from that, another thing they have in common is that they are both incredibly hardworking individuals.

now, for physical attributes… they have darker eyes! black, or brown that seems black. likes to dye their hair, probably black currently. this is kind of specific, but they have an unique eyebrow, possibly thick? it’s something you will notice. they could possibly have a sort of baby face, but still be very manly if they want to be. their body type is most likely similar to Soobin’s of TXT! to you, they are a foreigner.

That is all, thank you for participating sweetheart! 🫶🏻

- Candy

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #074: The Hitchhiker

(This is #074 despite #073 not being posted yet because #073 is done being written, but not done being proofread yet.)

Neopronouns:

zig/zag/zog/(zogs)/zagself,

that one/that one's/that one's own,

ae/aeth/aetherself

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting him use, since he lost his. He's going to buy toys and train the puppy himself."

becomes:

"Zig is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as zig gets a fence set up around zog yard so the puppy can go outside without zag having to walk it. Zog uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting zag use, since zig lost zogs. Zig's going to buy toys and train the puppy zagself."

or

"That one is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as that one gets a fence set up around that one's yard so the puppy can go outside without that one having to walk it. That one's uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting that one use, since that one lost that one's. That one's going to buy toys and train the puppy by that one's self."

or

"Ae is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as ae gets a fence set up around aeth yard so the puppy can go outside without ae having to walk it. Aeth uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting ae use, since ae lost aeth. Ae's going to buy toys and train the puppy aetherself."

= = =

“Will you promise me that you’ll be careful, Aemil? I want you to promise me, seriously, that you won’t take any risks.” Grandy’s voice was serious, and their concern came through the videocall loud and clear, even if the picture itself wasn’t cooperating. Aemil could hear Grandy’s black and white zanda parrot familiar, Zanifrayd, clucking worriedly to herself in the background.

Rather than being able to see either of zog grandparent’s faces, all there was to be seen on the phone screen was blank grey, with the blue and yellow dog mascot for the videocall app sadly blinking up at zag.

Grandy’s concern was touching, but entirely misplaced. “I promise.” Zig said, grinning reassuringly just in case the video part of the call decided to start working again, “You know how I am, Grandy, I’m always careful, and you know I really am, I’m not just saying that like Brandie does.”

Grandy and Zanifrayd’s combined exasperated sighs were audible over the phone, but they held back any further comments on Brandie’s driving habits The two of them had already had that conversation more times than could be counted.

Fortunately, just last week Brandie had voluntarily given up its driver’s license, since even it admitted it wasn’t safe behind the wheel anymore.

Aemil was now going to be driving cross-country to pick Brandie and Drayden up and help them move back home. They needed help packing things up and moving them to the truck, and hadn’t wanted to risk the twelve hour drive.

“Did you pack blankets? Water, snacks? A phone charger and battery?” Grandy’s voice came again, and Zanifrayd interjected in her higher voice, “Do you still have the hand-crank radio and candles I got you last year?”

Zog Grandparent-One had once gotten stuck on the highway in a snowstorm, and had never let anyone drive anywhere without being prepared for the worst since.

This time, Aemil let Sky, zog raccoon familiar, answer, as they hopped up onto zog shoulder, leaning down to put their mouth level with the phone’s speaker: “Yes, yes, we’ve got them all, and I made sure to get some matches and a lighter. I’ll send you a picture when we get out to the car so you can see for yourself, and I’ll send you pictures every time we stop for a break. I’ve got the navigation set up for the whole trip, with rest stops and gas stations already added to the list so we’re not driving for too long at a time.” They chattered happily to show how confidant they were in their plans.

“Oh!” Aemil said suddenly, almost forgetting to ask, “Do you want any actual post cards, or souvenirs? I’m sure at least one of the rest stops will have something interesting.”

“I always need more mugs! Big ones I can use for soup if they have any.” came Grandy’s cheerful reply.

This was immediately followed by Zanifrayd calling, “And make sure you remember to get my popcorn!”

Sky laughed, still balancing on Aemil’s shoulder, “I plan to buy every bag I see, just for you!” They chirped.

“It’s a crime they don’t sell it here!” Grandy exclaimed, “A crime, I tell you! Well--I don’t want to keep you too long, I’ve got to go and record Doctor Omega, it’s almost time for the new episode to air! So I’ll talk to you later.”

Aemil didn’t need to be told twice. Zig had checked and triple checked that zog DVR was going to record the new episode for zag. It sucked that zig wouldn’t be able to watch it live with zog friends like zig usually did, but sacrifices had to be made. They were going to be throwing a belated sleepover in celebration once zig got back with Brandie, who was sworn not to reveal anything on the drive over, since it would be able to watch the show tonight.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later when I get to the first rest stop, cya, Grandy!” Zig called, waving zog free hand at the camera just for the sake of it.

“Drive safe!” Grandy commanded, and then the call ended.

“Let’s go!” Sky said, jumping down off zog shoulder.

Aemil packed the rest of what zig was bringing into the car, sent a picture of the emergency supplies to Grandy, and started out, putting on the first of the many old, radio plays zig’d downloaded from the Web Archive to pass the time. To actually listen to a radio play when you had ADHD, you needed to be doing something else, otherwise you’d just get bored out of your mind and stop being able to listen. Aemil and Sky had found that driving was a great time to listen.

The ominous, familiar bells of CBS’ “Suspense” series tolled, and the time flew by for Aemil and zog familiar.

Zig followed the navigation’s instructions, and made perfect time getting to the first rest stop where zig had decided to take a break, two hours after starting what would be the very long drive.

Zig used the restroom, Sky used the grooming station, they got hot dogs, fries, and slushies, bought the first of many mugs for Grandy, and sat for a while at a nice covered table outside to eat at a leisurely pace, heads tilted back to watch the various birds flying far overhead.

It was a little more than half an hour after zig had gotten back on the road that zig noticed the hitchhiker on the road in front of zag.

They were standing on the side of the bridge that crossed over part of the river, leaning back against the railing, a green and white baseball cap pulled down over their eyes, a black and white dufflebag on the ground at their feet. They wore a grey sweatshirt and formerly white, (now conspicuously stained with dirt at the ankles and knees) pants, and their shoulders and part of their chest were darkened with the sprinkling rain that had passed by a few minutes earlier.

Their familiar was presumably the turkey vulture perched on the same railing just a few feet away, wings spread open to catch the sun and let the feathers dry. Either that was their familiar, or it was a very brave, or very foolish bird.

This was far away from any city or town, out in the middle of nowhere if you were going by foot. The easy half an hour Aemil’d just driven to get to this point from the rest stop would take this poor stranger almost half a day of non-stop trudging.

Zig slowed down, and let the car come to a gentle stop a few feet past the hitch-hiker so if they felt threatened, they’d see that Aemil would have to back up before zig could get to them again. Zig rolled down zog window, then leaned out the side to look back, calling invitingly, “Can I offer you a ride?”

If they were trying to get back the way Aemil’d come, zig would be more than willing to backtrack for them. There was no way zig was leaving someone out here to trek 35 miles at best without even stopping to ask if they wanted a ride. And if they were going the same way as zag, well, all the better!

The road was long and empty, so the hitch hiker approached the driver’s side door without fear of being hit. The vulture stayed where they were at first, but had turned their bright pink head to watch in curiosity. Sky rolled down the passenger window to wave one little raccoon hand at them, and called out in a friendly voice, “Heya!”. The vulture bowed their head in return, then hopped down from the railing with a noise flutter, and hop-walked over to talk to them.

By that point the hitch hiker had reached the driver’s side window, and Aemil smiled up at them, trying to appear friendly and not like a serial killer. “Need a ride?” Zig repeated the same question from before in case they hadn’t heard.

The hitch hiker glanced up the road, the way zig had been going, frowning a little below their cap. Their skin was light brown, paler than Aemil’s, and below the sunglasses they wore that reflected Aemil’s twinned face back at zag in a disconcerting way, zig couldn’t see much of their face.

“Well, I think you’re going the wrong way for me.” The hitch hiker said, sounding disappointed. “I don’t want to be a bother, but I was hoping to go that way. I’m trying to get to Port Freehaven.” They gestured back the way Aemil had come. “Thanks anyways, though.” They started to back away, like that was the end of it, but Aemil held up a hand to forestall them.

“Hey, wait, I don’t mind a little backtracking,” Zig reassured them, “It’d take you the whole rest of the day to reach the nearest gas station, I can’t let you walk that far on your own. Hop on in and at least let me give you a ride to the gas station about forty miles back – I’m not in any hurry, I mean it, I’ve got all the time in the world.”

Aemil had specifically given zagself two days of leeway for the way to Brandie’s old appartment, and two more on the way back, just in case anything went wrong. There was no point in planning down to the wire if a single problem would ruin everything.

This situation wasn’t a problem, but it just proved that zig had been right to plan for extra time.

On the passenger side of the car, Sky seemed to have become best friends with the vulture, and the two were chatting away like they’d known eachother for years. Sky tended to have that affect on people. Aemil usually had less success.

But it was apparently very hard to turn down an offer of a ride when your only alternative was walking for the next half a day, because the hitch hiker asked, clearly relieved but trying to be polite, “Are you sure you don’t mind? It���s not too far out of the way?”

“It’s not problem at all,” Aemil assured, “Hop on in!”As the words were leaving zog mouth, Sky was already opening the passenger door to let the vulture in.

Zig turned back in to look at the back seat to double check that nothing had suddenly gotten in the way since zig’d started the car as zig hit the button to unlock the back doors.

Fortunately, everything was organized just as zig had sorted it before zig left. Both The driver’s side and center seats were clear, the passenger side had the bin of snacks on it, with the blankets, pillows, and sunshield stuffed into the footspace.

“This car came with automatic child-safety locks,” Zig warned as the hitch-hiker climbed in, “So the back doors lock automatically once we start moving, but you’ll be able to unlock them manually once we stop.” Zig just really did not want them to think the doors locking was some ominous thing like a horror movie.

It was only after the hitch hiker shut the door, fastened their seat belt, and sat their bag on their knees that Aemil realized zig hadn’t introduced zagself.

“I’m Aemil,” zig said, “My pronouns are zig/zag/zog/zogs/zagself.” Zig gestured towards Sky, where they were sitting with the vulture in the passenger seat like they’d been best friends forever. “And my better half is Sky, they use they/them/their/themself.”

The vulture, sitting by the window, said happily, “I’m Calaris, my pronouns are ae/aeth/aetherself.” Ae gestured with aeth beak back towards aeth other half, “That one doesn’t have a name, and uses that one/that one’s/that one’s own pronouns.” Ae ruffled aeth wings in a way that was unmistakably happy if you’d grown up in a household with no less than three familiars who’d settled as birds. “Thank you for stopping to pick us up! I can glide for a long time on the thermals without a problem, but they’re really high up, and that one’s feet were getting tired.”

“I’m happy to help.” Aemil said, double checking again that the road was clear before zig did a U-turn to start heading back to the rest stop. “I’d want someone to stop if it was me, so it’s only fair I return the favor.”

“Hey, you want something to drink?” Sky asked invitingly while Aemil kept zog eyes on the road, “We have a cooler in the back with cold off-brand cola and water.”

“A soda would be awesome.” That one said. “Me too!” Calaris added. Sky expertly clambered into the back seat and leaned over the trunk area so they could pry open the lid of the cooler, visible in the rear-view mirror when Aemil instinctively glanced up to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves somehow.

Zig heard the clink and whir of the partly melted ice cubes being shoved around as zog familiar fished out two glass bottles of soda, then snapped the lid of the cooler shut again with a puffing click. “Here you go!” They said. Aemil didn’t check the mirror, and assumed they were handing one of the bottles to that one.

“Thanks.” That one replied, proving the guess correct.

On the road ahead, recognizable more by gut feeling than anything else, Aemil was dismayed to see a dead raccoon on the side of the road. It was bad enough to see roadkill, let alone roadkill that looked like it could have been the other half of your soul.

“We’ve got snacks too, in the bin there.” Aemil said to distract zagself as Sky climbed, three-legged, back into the front seat, holding another bottle of soda in one of their front paws. “Twizzlers, a bag of grapes, some apples, cookies, pretzels, and other stuff. Help yourself to anything you like! I made sure to bring extra to share.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.” That one said from the back seat, “You’ve been too kind already, I don’t want to trouble you further.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Aemil said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. Out of the corner of zog eye, zig could see that Sky had opened the bottle of soda, poured some into the pop-up bowl, and was holding it so Calaris could dip aeth beak in to drink.

“Oh, eat something won’t you? I’m starving.” Calaris said when ae’d tilted aeth head back to swallow the soda. That one just grunted wordlessly in response. Somehow the noise sounded reproachful, like that one thought that one’s familiar was being rude by accepting what zig was offering.

“Seriously, we’ve got plenty.” Zig said again, just to reinforce that zig wasn’t just trying to be polite.

Zig sent Sky a mental nudge to politely but firmly go back, pull open the snack bin, and offer that one some snacks once they were done holding the bowl for the vulture familiar. Zig got back a wordlessly amused agreement nudge in return.

For a minute or two there was quiet in the car, with the only sounds the wind going past, the tires on the pavement, and the fizzle of incarnation.

Not wanting things to get awkwardly silent, zig hovered one hand over the play dial, and asked, “So, hey, you wanna listen to a radio play?”

“Oh, I love those!” That one said, in probably the first enthusiastic tone zig’d heard.

Smiling, Aemil pressed play, and the next audio story in the playlist began, once more tolling out the iconic, ominous bells of Suspense.

[friendzonefrog]

Potentially The Worst Character Questionnaire You’ll Ever Do... Part 2:

Since the first one is inexplicably such a hit, here's a part two.

1. Make your best representation of them using THIS PICREW

2. Do they exude Beatsaber energy, Wii Bowling energy, or Just Dance energy? Or, name another chaos game they embody better.

3. Tag them as a gem in Webkinz. Why did you pick the gem you did?

4. Tag them as one of the fairies from the Tinkerbell movies OR draw/conceptualize them in a Tinkerbell movie au. (What would their talent be? Their outfit? Etc.) I don't CARE if you were never a Pixie Hollow Girlie, you'll answer this question and you'll enjoy it!!!

5. Name a musical (or, if you MUST, any other piece of media) that resembles them aesthetically.

6. Tag them as a game show or reality show. (For example, "my oc is HGTV's Fixer Upper because they have a lot of problems but I can fix them," or, "my oc is Wheel of Fortune, and no I will not elaborate.")

7. Tag them as a course from any Mario Kart game.

8. Create an alliterative title for a 'Series of Unfortunate Events' style book about their life (i.e. 'The Bad Beginning', 'The Grim Grotto', 'The Vile Village')

9. Tag them as any 'Glee' song cover. Here's a list if you must. Bonus points if you link the video. (Disclaimer: I have never seen Glee, so I look forward to this.)

10. Auditions! Your project has fallen into the hands of a director with... questionable motives. They've come up with THIS shortlist of celebrities to potentially stunt cast as your oc. As a courtesy, they're asking for your input... who do you pick? Or, rather, do you exit abruptly and fling yourself into the sun? (Bonus if you screenshot to show us the contenders.)

11. What Bath & Body Works scent would they be and why?

12a. If they were to run a YouTube channel, what kind of content would they make?

12b. What company would be the most likely to sponsor their videos? It can be one of the usual suspects (Hello Fresh, Raid Shadow Legends) OR something that pertains to your oc/their life.

13. Take this Buzzfeed quiz as your oc. Share your result.

14. Tag them as a Clue(do) weapon, a Monopoly pawn, and a Cranium Guy.

[saganssorcery]

hi💌!! hope you’re having a great day, or night ;

i saw that you were offering free tarot readings to followers. hope it’s okay if i join?

the question’s about a situation that happened around a year ago, but i’ve just suddenly became curious about it @_@

i’d like to ask, did r.r. also feel the spark?

thanks ! - s.m 🧺

Hello! You have drawn The Chariot and the Wheel of Fortune. The Tarot hasn't answered the question exactly, instead it is showing the reason you both had to move on. Simply put, your individual paths and fates were not aligned. It simply wasn't meant to be.

Please Tip if you can ✨🙏✨ For an expanded reading please DM me for a full list of my services 💙☄️