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besiegedhunter · 11 months ago

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Upcoming Sui thoughts and theories

Because 4.5 Anniv for Global is so soon it'd be a good time to delve into my random thoughts regarding the Sui in a more uniform manner. However this is going off CN information and so contains spoilers from the next Sui event, which as of this has yet to come out for Global.

(Also I'm not Chinese nor am I that knowledgeable. Please fact check these for yourself or take it with a pinch of salt.)

So first thing is first, what we currently know about the Sui siblings. I will be basing a lot of thoughts off this shot from the Yan: Wars of Ruin PV:

Which orders them as such:

Now of these we know:

Chongyue

Wang

Ling

Unknown

Jie

Shu

Unknown

Nian

Unknown

Dusk

Chef Brother

Now we do have some information about the identities of some of the unknown Sui siblings, being the 4th, 8th and 10th.

In "Invitation to Wine" IW-7 After, Ling says:

The first younger sister is Dusk but the younger sister in words of gold doesn't have any good options of the known sisters. Jie would've been a good guess but Ling knowns she's dead by this point as she references it later. Shu has some fortune telling, which could be a stretch on 'making it so' however the phrasing seems unlikely to be her. Nian is even more unlikely as nothing about her is connected to words.

Further to the point we know of the siblings we haven't seen yet that only 4th, 8th or 10th could be this sister with words of gold and of them we know of one confirmed sister.

In the same event, in IW-ST-3:

Further context has confirmed that the "third sis" mentioned here is Jie, the fifth Sui sibling. As Ling, the third sibling is also the first sister, that means that the 4th sibling must be the second sister.

We don't have any definitive information as to what the 8th and 10th siblings are and seeing how both the words of gold sister and the fourth sibling being the second sister were planned at the same time since Invitation to Wine, it's probable but unconfirmed that they are one in the same.

The second mentioned sibling we have was mentioned in "Where Vernal Winds Will Never Blow" in WB-8, where in a conversation with Jieyun's dying mentor Chonyue says:

So we have a Brother with healing capabilities. Now Chongyue to date is the only playable Brother but we know at least two quite well. The first being Wang, the second brother who if he wasn't in prison right now, is a gambler and his ability is learning skills. The next oldest Brother Ji one might make a case for however I don't think it's him.

Ji claims to be able to grant wishes but it's in his capacity as a business man. He uses his resources to grant wishes and mostly to secure his own gain, the crux of "Here a People Sows" is on a deal he makes and uses his business to accomplish. His ability is using fabrics to make sentient beings. He's no healer.

The best bet of the siblings we know anything about is the Chef Brother. If you look at Gummy, food can be used to heal and so the thought could be that he could be capable of healing similarly. But I have a different proposal: the eighth sibling:

Eighth Sibling

Bear with me. So to start, this is the image of the Eighth sibling:

As you can see, they are holding something which for the point of my theory we will say is some kind of string instrument. We'll come back to that but just keep it in your mind.

So I got into looking at Chinese Numerology in regards to the Sui Siblings and I found that it does seem to match very well, identically with them. I suggest looking it up yourself to confirm these but to run through them:

Can symbolize loneliness - Chongyue

Doubles are used to emphasize a certain thing (come back to that) but it can also mean 'easy' or 'bright' - Wang, and I want to draw attention to his ability to learn skills to a masterful degree

Sounds like the word for 'to live' but also 'to separate' or 'to part ways' - Ling

Skipping 4.

5. Sounds like 'Me' and combined with other numbers would have meanings like 'My life' 'My death' 'My prosperity' and was connected to the Emperor and the five elements - Jie

6. Sounds like 'good fortune' - Shu, again her ability is fortune telling

7. Can sounds like 'deceive' and 'penis' - Ji

Skipping 8 for now.

9. Historically the number most connected with the Chinese Emperor. It has lots of connections there but it can also mean 'long-lasting' as well as 'penis'. Apparently as opposed to 7, 9 is an erect one. Including that just because - Nian

Skipping 10.

11. As I stated for 2, a double of a number will emphasize the original's meaning, so for one symbolizing loneliness, 11 does as well - Dusk

I'll skip 12 because it's a bit complicated but to my understanding it as a combination of 1 and 2 and further meanings to them, 12 symbolizes harmony.

So as I said, for the most part these meanings to can see in the Sui siblings characters but I skipped 8. That's because 8 means 'to prosper' and 88 means 'double joy'. It's very common for multiple 8s to be used because of how lucky it is seen to be.

Now I could leave Eight there. 'To Prosper' 'Joy' etc, works well for Doctors and Musicians but I do want to take this further by pointing to these Chinese pictograph characters:

I hope that the similarities are obvious. These are:

樂 : This character depicts a wooden string instrument with the 木 at the base being for tree and the 幺 at either side being thread. 白 means white and maybe I'll come back to that but anyway, it has meanings for music, laughter and happiness.

I'm sure it can be seen the connection between eight's connection to happiness and joy and then to the character 樂. The Eighth sibling being depicted with specifically a wooden string instrument possibly in that image confounding this.

Now what about 藥 and why do the two of them look so similar?

藥: This character means drug, cure, medicine etc. The addition to the character means 'herbs'. Now I don't know enough to say for certain why music makes up such a large part of the character for medicine. From what I can gleam it's believed in Chinese medicine that negative emotions can cause illness and so music and by extension happy and positive emotions as the they are linked are capable of healing. I'm also aware that as in China there are five elements and five organs there are also five sounds corresponding to them and,

as I said I don't know too much. I just think that it's possible this is why the Eighth Sibling might be the healing brother because of these elements.

I don't have anything for the 10th sibling besides that they're the only sibling whose horns are outright visible in that image, which I'd post if not for the image cap. But to go for my thoughts on the Siblings:

Chongyue

Wang

Ling

Law Sister

Jie

Shu

Healing Brother - Musician

Nian

Unknown

Dusk

Chef Brother

Weiqi

So here's something that has been picked up for the Sui siblings and that's the fact that each Sui appear to have either a large amount of 'white' or 'black' on their design and we're getting a Sui sibling with one of colour after the other colour.

Nian (White) > Dusk (Black) > Ling (White) > Chongyue (Black) > Shu (White)

It seems to be playing into the Lunar New Year event's theme around Weiqi and possibly Arknight's recurring theme of Chess, with the turns of the board akin to how Wang, our primary antagonist, is seeing his war against Yan.

Speaking of, it's interesting to me the sprites of both Ji and Wang because they were introduced in that order and according to their sprites Ji is (black) while Wang is (White) and we'll come back to that because going off of the order so far which even Ji and Wang's appearances play into and assuming all 12 fit into this theme then after Shu we'll be looking at:

Black > White > Black > White > Black > White > Black

Meaning that: 4th Sibling, Jie, 8th Sibling, 10th and the Chef Brother could be placed into this order and were we to get every Sui sibling, that we could use this to predict them, right?

So for example, the second to last slot is a white and Wang is a white Sui. Ji being black could either be the next Sui, three, five or seven down the line.

Also I mentioned that character for wooden instruments had the character for white and I'm connecting it to the Eighth and healing Brother so with these all in mind maybe the brothers are looking like:

Ji? > Eighth? > Ji? > Eighth? > Ji? > Wang? > Ji?

Except maybe you notice something odd about this, which is that black is the last one? But Wang is white? How does it make sense for Ji to come after Wang? Well that's what's interesting about it because the odds are that the final one is probably instead Jie who currently lacks a colour but here's another thing to think about:

In Weiqi the colour who makes the first move is in actuality Black. Now the first ones to make the move in the story you could argue are either Wang, as the one who set the events in motion or Nian, as the one who introduced us to this storyline. But that similarly doesn't make sense...

Unless you consider Jie's death as the catalyst for either Wang or Nian to move in response. Which is an interesting way to look at someone's death as a strategic move on a Weiqi board...

I still think it's possible for Jie to have planned her death in some capacity with the thought in mind that Wang was going to do what he is. Here's where I say Jie is really interesting and I find the numerology behind five being 'me' as so interesting. 'My life' 'My death' 'My prosperity'. Whether it's her story or what meaning is given to her in her death it's fascinating to me. Anyway.

I think it'd be weird if Ji after joining Wang is immediately the immediate event's Limited so let's say:

Black > White > Ji? > White > Ji? > Wang > Jie

Then

Black > Eighth? > Ji? > Eighth? > Ji? > Wang > Jie

Can we narrow this down any further? I'm unsure. My bets would either be on the 4th Sibling or the Chef Brother but I've talked enough.

Before we go though, please look at the 4th sibling, the 2nd sister:

I want her playable yesterday.

Those were my thoughts.

#arknights #cn spoilers #Sui

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moonovermeadows · 2 years ago

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The Password to Lu Guang's Phone

(1.) I know my theories would probably be proven wrong, but still, let me take a crack at this. I, in the most obvious manner, decided to ask google about it, and this is what I got about the number 091305;

A Hexcode, for a dark color

which, could probably mean anything, but who specifically is symbolized through dark colors ? Cheng Xiaoshi.

(2) The Chinese chat codes/slangs : They're basically acronyms, but using numbers. I don't know how it properly works, so I'll be leaving a link here ;

zero - 你 (you) , 理 , 人, 动 , 脸 , 龄 , 然 , 来

nine - 找 , 最 , 就 , 走 , 解 , 久 , 觉 , 旧 , 手 , 加 , 早 , 对 , 求 , 救

one - 一 , 你 , 已 , 依 , 要 , 也 , 意 , 的 , 油

three - 想 , 生 , 厢 , 深 , 相 , 神 , 长 , 睡 , 散

zero - 你 (you) , 理 , 人, 动 , 脸 , 龄 , 然 , 来

five - 我 , 唯 , 无 , 往 , 不 , 呜 , 午 , 吾 , 晚 , 舞 , 福 ,

I truly don't know how this works, so I simply looked for the characters according to their place values, and substituted them in. So, what we get from this is - 你找一想你我 and basically, according to google translate it is - " think about you and me "

In Yandex it is - " You think about you and me ". Now, I don't know if the phrase that I have stringed together above is even grammatically correct, but it might be possible to use other combinations, idk.

(3) The numbers obviously look like a date 091305 ;

09/13/05

of which, I don't know what they could possibly represent...

#link click #link click s2 #link click spoilers #link click theory #sgdlr #shiguang daili ren #shi guang dai li ren #shiguang dailiren #时光代理人 #time agents #anime #donghua

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libraford · 2 years ago

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I *love* the motif deck; the composition, the flexibility, your watercolors are wonderfully done, and while I'm hoping to be able to buy it eventually, I'm desperately poor and can't rn (if I can sell some earrings I maybe can though lol) but every time you post a sample reading it's... also dragging me to filth, and strangely tiding me over, so thank you and also wtf how do you do this

I'll be honest, I don't know how I do anything. I'm just trying to make it to Friday.

The Motif Deck was born from an idea I had a couple years ago, which was an oracle deck with no words attached to the cards so that the reader was encouraged to free-associate. But when I was sketching out the thumbnails I only had four colors in my pen set and I was working on it while at a laundromat so I couldn't get more because someone might steal my laundry. But I ended up really enjoying the simplicity of the color scheme so that got stuck in my head for a bit.

The drive to do an oracle deck with no standard meaning came from doing tarot for like six years (at that point, it's more like 10 now). I've always been a really talented reader and I picked up on the concept right away, but the symbols in tarot seemed a little hard to connect with (which lead me to make @thesweeneytarot ). So I started reading based on vibes. Like... what colors do I see most of in this spread, where are the cards facing, what seems out of place, how do we create a story based on what we have in front of us.

Proved effective! I was doing really well on tarot readings. It felt less like divination this way and more like a puzzle, like a story, like a game.

So what if there was a deck that was made for this style of reading? How do you even start that? What would it look like? Could I make something like that? Where do I start?

Then my friend introduced me to a game called Dixit, and it's sister game Mysterium, which uses untitled surreal art cards to tell a story. And I noticed that sometimes the art cards would have similar objects in them, like red ribbons or gold keys or blue fish. And it was interesting to me how the person in the storytelling position would make different associations than I did and I considered this a feature, not a bug.

I toyed a bit with doing divination with Dixit cards, but I found them a bit too obtuse for my liking and there were too many details to get caught up in.

So I was like... okay, I like this. What do I like about this? Let's do this but make it simpler.

...then covid.

So the idea sat on the backburner for awhile.

Then i got back into doing tarot readings and got the itch to try something new, started thinking about That oracle deck again, but now I'm thinking about those primary colors and how I tried like four different color combinations in my thumbnails and couldn't remember what they were meant to mean between them.

Then thinking about color theory. Like actual color theory but also the meme. And how the red ribbons in Dixit could be the strings of fate or they could be streaks of blood, or the red design on the hospital floor could be 'energetic and positive' or they could be... streaks of blood...

Like... sure, colors might have set meanings... to some people. But they also have meanings in their context. The color of a thing tells a story just like the thing itself.

So this is how I came up with the idea of repeating the images in different colorways.

So now we have my elements: no words, no inherent meaning, simple images, repeating objects interacting with each other, and cards repeating in different colorways.

And then the hard part, which was making it. I do actually have an art degree, so making the paintings wasn't difficult for me, but the logistics was hard. Because I had to decide which objects were common enough to be understood by everyone, and I had to pare the number down to something reasonable because this deck was bound to be massive.

Which took another year.

And now it's done! The slow parts go slow and the fast parts go fast.

I'm the kind of person who like... if I get into my head that I want to make something, I'll find a way to make it. And like... my philosophy for making things has always been that I intend to sell one, and that's to myself. But if I like it, someone else might, so I make it available for other people.

But I'm really glad that other people like it or are even just curious. Like, when you're making a 'product' (which almost feels rude to call something that I did for myself) the hardest part is getting people interested in it. So the fact that so many people think it's cool makes me so happy. (Am I cool now???)

Thank you!! And sorry for the overshare. I just got really excited.

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fancysasquatch · 2 years ago

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I've decided to watch Gravity Falls, and I want to see if I can figure out the various mysteries without looking up any answers. I'm going to catalog my efforts to do that here on tumblr.

Going into this I've only seen two episodes back in like 2013 (the pilot and one where there's a pig) but I'm not totally in the dark about the show because there's a few things I've gleaned from cultural osmosis on tumblr. Namely, the bad guy is a pyramid man named Bill Cypher and also Grunkle Stan either has a twin or a clone, I'm unclear which.

I'm currently two episodes in and I've already discovered and cracked one secret code, and am keeping my eye on a couple other things. During the credits of episode one I noticed a string of garbage text, pictured below

Knowing this show's reputations I figured this might be a coded message, probably either a substitution or transposition cipher (since this was a code meant for children and those are "Baby's first cryptography" material). I put it in an anagram finder and got back 48 results that all contained the word "fjord" but none seemed like an actual message, so it probably wasn't a transposition cipher.

If it was a substitution cypher then there were three options that seemed the most likely to me. It was either a shifted alphabet (each letter in the message is shifted a certain amount up or down the alphabet, so A becomes B becomes C, or A becomes C and B becomes D, et cetera), a reverse alphabet (every letter is mirrored back to front, so ABC becomes ZYX) or a keyed alphabet (where every letter's replacement is randomly determined by a secret key).

If it was a keyed alphabet then I was out of luck for now, I would have to wait until either they reveal the key or I collected enough messages to brute force it. I tried a reverse alphabet first but it was still garbage text. So it was down to being one of 25 different shifted alphabet keys (unless it was multiple codes, like a reverse alphabet and a transposition, but I'd finish dealing with single codes first).

I could have tried each of the 25 possible shifts first, but that's a lot of work, so instead I focused on the two letter word. One of those two letters has to be a vowel, and there's only six vowels so that means 12 possible options. Only two of the options were real words. Shifting back two letters turned "wr" into "up" but the rest of the message was nonsense. Shifting it back three letters turned "wr" into "to," and applying that to the whole message made it read "Welcome to Gravity Falls."

With that code cracked, I moved on to episode 2. I hadn't paid much attention to the intro during the first episode but this time I paid closer attention, and noticed a few things (and then went back and confirmed they were the same in the first episode's intro).

In Dipper's title card there's some symbols on the wall that look like runes, but the only real rune is the third symbol. The others don't seem to appear in any actual runic or pseudo-runic alphabets I can find online. I'm going to be writing this off as purely decorative for now, but I'll keep an eye out in case these keep popping up as a symbolic alphabet, like the alien alphabet from Futurama.

At the very end of the intro this pops up for a split second. That guy in the middle is Bill Cypher, I already know he turns up later. I recognize several of the symbols surrounding him as being from the show. The shooting star is on Mabel's sweater, the handprint is on the cover of the book, the tree is on Dipper's hat, the lobster claw is on Grunkle Stan's hat, and the question mark is on Soos' shirt.

To the right there's a string of text which, when translated using the same alphabet shift code from above, reads "Stan is not what he seems." It also has the Konami code, which I'm just taking as an easter egg.

On the left there's a few possible number codes. In red it looks like something in binary but it's doesn't actually mean anything in binary. But if you convert it to morse code it could be either "sror" or "oksk." Using the same -3 shift, "sror" becomes "polo," which means nothing for now. Reverse alphabet shifting does nothing, I used an online tool to test every other alphabet shift but nothing came up. I don't even know where to begin working on the other two possible number codes.

The credits for the second episode had another hidden message. Using the -3 shift, it becomes "Next week: return to Butt Island."

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weaimtomaim · 8 months ago

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🩹🎆⛓👽

My Opinion On...

🩹 reblog karma

I don't strictly enforce it, and I don't mind if people reblog askbox memes from me rather than the source. I do try to send things when I see people on my dash reblogging them, even when I don't end up reblogging it myself. Sending an emoji or symbol or number takes two seconds and it'll probably make someone happy, so why not? Ones that require a more personalized addition from the sender can be a bit more difficult it you don't know the other muse super well, but for those I might see what others have sent in and build off that.

Anyways. I do it, I don't expect it from others, but also I'd encourage everyone to do it anyway because that's how you foster communities 👍

🎆 magic anons

I can be picky about them. I don't feel beholden to every one that comes into my askbox, and will delete or refuse them if I don't like them. I don't tend to like ones that are like "you turn into a bird!!" or whatever. That's just not interesting or fun to me. I'm a little burnt out on "forced to tell the truth" ones at the moment too, just because there were a string of those in a row a while back. But I'd accept something like that again in the future!

Something I'd personally like to do is send more M!A's, because I've not done it very often. Group ones/ones that get passed around are fun, but it'd also be interesting to devise more specific or personal ones for certain muses. Maybe one day!

⛓ RP timelines

I'll be honest, I'm not exactly sure what this means lol. So I'll try to touch on what I think the possibilities could be.

Timeline/time skips within a thread: I'm totally cool with skipping past parts if all parties involved are down. We don't have to go through every second of what happens.

Blog timeline differences: As in, some people RP muses as set within canon, others are post-canon. Whatever is fine by me, so long as it's clear on your blog. I usually keep my muses where they are in their own timeline unless I decide with the other mun(s) that we're doing a past or future thread.

👽 AUs

AUs are great! I've not really indulged in many on this blog, but I'm certainly down to discuss possibilities with people! Anything from just a single thread or a whole plot that could span several and involve multiple muns/blogs. I will say, I'm not super interested in ones that involve the Combaticons no longer being transformers. I've done humanformers before, and it was fun, but I'm here for the robots 🤷‍♀️ I see that fae AU several people are involved in, and I am content to just watch from the sidelines personally :)

#answered #anotherhumanpet #ooc

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regexkind · 2 years ago

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Make-a-fish

There is a very cute site out there: http://makea.fish

It was written by @weepingwitch

If it is 11:11 AM or PM according to your machine's clock, you can visit this page and get a cute procedurally-generated fish image. Like this:

At other times, you will get a message like this:

This is charming enough that I have a friend who has a discord channel devoted entirely to people's captures of fish at 11:11. But it's also a fun code-deobfuscation puzzle. Solution below the cut--I checked, and it's ok for me to share the solution I came up with :)

If you show source for the makea.fish website:

Basically:

an image, set by default to have a pointer to a source that doesn't really exist

a script, that is one big long line of javascript.

The javascript is where we are going. Start by loading it into an editor and prettifying it up. It's like taking home a scrungly cat and giving it a wash. or something idk.

Believe it or not this is better. Also, maybe there are some low-hanging fruits already we can pick?

Like this:

Each of the strings in this array is composed of escaped characters. Escaped hex characters are useful if you need to put characters in your string that are not available on the keyboard or might be interpreted as part of the code, but here I think they're just being used to hide the actual contents of the string.

I used python to deobfuscate these since the escape sequences should be understood by python as well. And lo--not only are they all symbols that can be rendered (no backspaces or anything!) but they also look like base64 encoded strings (the =, == terminators are a giveaway).

What happens if we run these through a base64 decoder?

We see that the array actually contains base64-encoded strings. Perhaps a portion of this code is converting these strings back, so that they can be used normally?

At any rate I am going to rename the variable that this array is assigned to to "lookupTable" because that's what I think of it as.

We are making an anonymous function and immediately calling it with two arguments: lookupTable and 0xd8. 0xd8 is 216 in decimal. By renaming the variables, we get:

Confession time, I am not a person who writes lots of javascript. But it occurs to me that this looks an awful lot like we're being weird about calling functions. Instead of traditional syntax like "arrayInput.push(arrayInput.shift())" we're doing this thing that looks like dictionary access.

Which means that, according to the docs on what those two array functions are doing, we are removing the first element of the array and then putting it on the end. Over and over again. Now I could try to reason about exactly what the final state of the array is after being executed on these arguments but I don't really want to. A computer should do this for me instead. So I in fact loaded the original array definition and this function call into a JS interpreter and got:

['Z2V0SG91cnM=', 'd3JpdGVsbg==', 'PEJSPjExOjExIG1ha2UgYSBmaXNo', 'PEJSPmNvbWUgYmFjayBhdCAxMToxMQ==', 'Z2V0TWlsbGlzZWNvbmRz', 'Z2V0U2Vjb25kcw==', 'Z2V0RWxlbWVudEJ5SWQ=', 'c3Jj', 'JnQ9', 'JmY9']

This is our array state at this time. By the way, this comes out to

['getHours', 'writeln', '11:11 make a fish', 'come back at 11:11', 'getMilliseconds', 'getSeconds', 'getElementById', 'src', '&t=', '&f=']

(there are some BR tags in there but the Tumblr editor keeps eating them and I'm too lazy to fix that).

What's next? Apparently we are defining another function with the name "_0x2f72". It is called very often and with arguments that look like small numbers. It is the only place our lookupTable is directly referenced, after the last little shuffler function. So my guess is deobfuscator for the elements of the array.

It takes two arguments, one of them unused. Based on my hunch I rename the function arguments to tableIndex and unused.

One of the first things we do seems to be using the awesome power of javascript type coercion to get the input as an integer:

tableIndex=tableIndex-0x0;

Normal and ranged.

The next thing that is done seems to be assigning the return value, which may be reassigned later:

var retVal=lookupTable[tableIndex];

The next line is

if(deobfuscatorFn['MQrSgy']===undefined) {...

Again, I'm not exactly a javascript person. My guess is that "everything is an object" and therefore this value is undefined until otherwise set.

indeed, much further down we assign this key to some value:

deobfuscatorFn['MQrSgy']=!![];

I don't know enough javascript to know what !![] is. But I don't need to. I'll as a js interpreter and it tells me that this evaluates to "true". Based on this I interpret this as "run this next segment only the first time we call deobfuscatorFn, otherwise shortcircuit past". I rewrite the code accordingly.

The next block is another anonymous function executed with no arguments.

Within the try catch block we seem to be creating a function and then immediately calling it to assign a value to our local variable. The value of the object in our local variable seems to be the entire js environment? not sure? Look at it:

My guess is that this was sketchy and that's why we assign "window" in the catch block. Either way I think we can safely rename _0x2611d5 to something like "windowVar".

We then define a variable to hold what I think is all the characters used for b64 encoding. May as well relabel that too.

Next we check if 'atob' is assigned. If it isn't we assign this new function to it, one which looks like it's probably the heart of our base64 algorithm.

I admit I got lost in the weeds on this one, but I could tell that this was a function that was just doing string/array manipulation, so I felt comfortable just assigning "atob" to this function and testing it:

vindication! I guess. I think I should probably feel like a cheater, if I believed in that concept.

we next assign deobfuscatorFn['iagmNZ'] to some new unary function:

It's a function that takes an input and immediately applies our atob function to it. Then it...what...

tbh I think this just encodes things using URI component and then immediately decodes them. Moving on...

deobfuscatorFn['OKIIPg']={};

I think we're setting up an empty dictionary, and when I look at how it's used later, I think it's memoizing

Yup, basically just caching values. Cool!

We now have a defined deobfuscatorFn. I think we can tackle the remaining code fairly quickly.

First thing we do is get a Date object. This is where the time comes from when deciding whether to get the fish image.

Actually, let's apply deobfuscatorFn whenever possible. It will actually increase the readability quite a bit. Remember that this just does base64 decoding on our newly-shuffled array:

relabeling variables:

In other words, if the hours is greater than 12 (like it is in a 24 hour clock!) then subtract 12 to move it to AM/PM system.

Then, set "out" to be x hours minutes concatenated. Like right now, it's 16:36 where I am, so hours would get set to 4 and we would make x436x be the output.

Next, if the hours and minutes are both 11 (make a fish), we will overwrite this value to x6362x and print the makeafish message. Otherwise we print a request to comeback later. Finally, we lookup the fish image and we tell it to fetch this from "makea.fish/fishimg.php?s={millis}&t={out}&f={seconds}"

(there's a typo in the pictures I have above. It really is f=seconds).

Thus, by visiting makea.fish/fishimg.php?s=420&t=x6362x&f=69

we can get a fish. It appears to be random each time (I confirmed with weepingwitch and this is indeed truly random. and the seconds and millis don't do anything).

Now you can make fish whenever you want :)

#ana works

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therivergirl · 4 years ago

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Drawcember day 12

Prompt: Christmas tree

Did I also make a short story to come with this? yes, yes I did!

(I have a whole short fic based on this idea now here.)

B.O.Y.D. liked Christmas. He didn't get the point behind it, but he liked the decoration, the lights, and how happy his friends would get in this time of year. Dr. Gearloose was somewhat less happy complaining about overly cheery music and big crowds but B.O.Y.D. knew there were parts of it he enjoyed.

It was his idea to decorate the lab to cheer Dr. Gearloose up. Unfortunately, they had no decorations at the lab. They managed to make one string of LED lights into Christmas lights, but that was far from enough. So, while they had Della stall Gyro, he, Fenton, Gandra, Huey and Lil' bulb gathered to quickly figure out what to do.

"We could do one of those chemistry trees," Fenton suggested. "Someone made one in university lab once."

"Chemistry Christmas tree? You mean to decorate it with chemistry symbols? But we don't have a tree!" B.O.Y.D complained.

"Oh, oh, I saw those!" Huey cut in, "You don't need a tree, B.O.Y.D.! You make a tree! Using a ring stands and clamps and tubes and flasks!"

"That sounds cool!"

"Ok, I'll help, but when Gyro freaks out because we used all of his beakers, I will be very clear about who was the mastermind!" Gandra said.

"You got it carino," Fenton kissed her on the cheek and they went to get all the equipment they needed.

......

About an hour later, Gyro walked into the lab, a half-empty coffee cup in his hand, "Red Nephew, your mother is the pain in my-where are you all?" he heard the sound of laughter coming from the platform "What are you all cackling about like rabid Hyenas?"

He walked over and had something to see. His team used a decent number of lab glassware to make a tree-like structure and someone even added a string of LED lights.

"What. Is. That?" he asked. He heard Fenton gulp and immediately knew that he was the one responsible for this.

"Isn't it cool dad?" B.O.Y.D. came from the other side of the table, his eyes gleaming.

Gyro was done for, he knew that. There was no fighting that gaze.

"Well..why..why did you use lab glassware when you could use normal decoration?"

"We thought it would fit with the theme of science?" Fenton offered and Gyro glared at him.

"We wanted to surprise you," B.O.Y.D. said, "and we didn't have the normal decorations. You are not mad, are you? Please don't be mad at Fenton, the decorating idea was mine!"

"No, I'm not mad. Just...why?" gyro asked.

"B.O.Y.D. wanted to bring some holiday spirit here," Fenton said, "The idea for a chemistry tree was my, admittedly. we can disassemble it right away though. "

"We won't will we?" B.O.Y.D. looked ad Gyro pleadingly. "It's so cool!"

Gyro rolled his eyes, but smiled, "It's a perfectly good waste of lab equipment, if anything," before B.O.Y.D:'s smile had time to fall he added, "But fine, it's kind of neat. If you like it, it can stay."

"Thank you!" B.O.Y.D. rushed to him and hugged him and then dragged him to the desk to join the others.

"Look, we even used some bromphenol blue in neutral solution to get a lot of green! Your favourite colour!" B.O.Y.D. pointed to the structure at the desk.

"All, right, all right you got me. I like it! Happy?"

"Very much so!" B.O.Y.D. said, looking at the tree with wonder as Li'l bulb plugged the lights in and the chemistry tree shone.

Gyro rolled his eyes fondly. His team, his son included, was sometimes ridiculous. But they were his team, his family, and he wouldn't have them any other way.

#ducktales #fanart #ducktales 2017 #drawcember #drawcember 2021 #fanfiction #my highschool totally made one of these #our teacher reacted the same way gyro did #oneshot #drabble #fenton crackshell cabrera #gandra dee #gyro gearloose #li'l bulb #boyd gearloose #huey duck #my art

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alexis-medina · 3 years ago

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Dissecting: Edens Zero Ch. 155-159

Jinn + Kleene vs Callum + Lyra:

Lyra’s powers are interesting, I know Mashima changed it from the original submission because she used dice like Nero. I feel like tho since he used the elements as ether gear for previous characters that Lyra's ether gear should be related to her cards or numbers. The lightning seems a little out of place for me. Gamblers Rush should’ve been whatever card is flipped over the suit will attack with different powers so like heart would attack you differently than a spade. Plus, wind should be stronger than lightning especially with Kleene’s ether gear (Wind Snatch).

Callum’s ether gear still confuses me 😩 but Laguna explaining it does help a little lol. So basically, each Oceans 6 member has two types of ether gear: The ether gear they grew up with and the one given to them by the Empire.

Tho, with Laguna revealing the weakness and Jinn going into a little backstory feels kinda corny IMO. WHO AM I? I AM ME.

With the Rutherford backstory, how did Drakken find them? Was he the one who turned him into a cyborg or "robot boy?" Jinn and Kleene's relationship is reminding me of Yor and Yuri's bond in Spy x Family.

Even though Kleene is younger, they're kinda acting like twins in this part when they both go into OD at the same time. I get that Jinn is trying to normalize his ether and beat Callum while also figuring out "who he is" and what not but what about Kleene? We never really see her perspective on their backstory and Sister going into her memories doesn't count.

The end of the battles against Oceans 6 fall a little short for me but I understand that they're just the underlings and their battles won't be as grand as EZ crew vs Shura, Nero, or Ziggy.

But, now we got 4 OD: Homura, Weisz, Jinn, and Kleene. What about Mosco???!?! SOMEONE PUSH HIS BUTTON.

Also, I probably said this in a previous post but if the Oceans 6 is supposed to be these elite defenders why can't they go into OD?

Nero 1 Invasion:

Fabiano and Jaguar have this 70s look that I can vibe with. Fabiano thinking his Aoi crystal-type ether gear is strong enough to defend against Jaguar is laughable...Sir, have you've read Fairy Tail's Alvarez Empire Arc??? Did you skip over the Gray vs Invel battle???

OH LOOK WHO IT IS!! It's ZIGGGGAYY. Look even though this robo-grandpa turned evil...I still support him idk.

LOL ME 😭😭😭

So, it's going to be a standoff between Jaguar, Ziggy, and Nero. Who is the bigger threat? I would say: 1. Ziggy 2. Nero 3. Jaguar

Poseidon Shura + Witch Regret:

Okay, if Nero dies the Aoi Cosmos will go to Shura but what happens if Shura dies too lol. Who gets ownership of the Aoi Cosmos? The Oración Seis Galáctica?

WITCHHHHH NOOOOOO!!! Pino said that Witch still has a life signature so she's still alive but not for much longer. Sister get her to the emergency room STAT.

Laguna + Shiki + Rebecca vs Princess Ijuna:

Okay, Happy, if Shiki and Rebecca could stop fighting one another they would but they're being forced to act this way why don't you get it? Giving a speech like that isn't going to do anything lmao. I mean they're crying because they don't want to fight...damn this is giving me Gray vs Juvia flashbacks. I would've have really liked to see the love part with Gruvia in Fairy Tail but we see that now in the sequel. 😉

Laguna came just in time with his Tears Lover and now he has to face the princess. I FREAKING CALLED IT BEFORE THO. I had a feeling she was the princess cause she was an important side character and wasn't a part of Oceans 6 which made it a little sus.

I wonder why Laguna wanted more power? Was the reason because he couldn't save his best friend (since the empire killed him) or was it merely out of greed and ego? Who is this best friend?

Did Laguna and Ijuna have a thing. Also, just realizing that their names rhyme.

Would it make more sense to have Ijuna's ether gear be invisible? Would it defeat the purpose if everyone could see the red strings? Well, the red strings are both a symbol of romance and death. Romantic disaster? The perfect combo: Shura and Ijuna plus a heaping of toxicity. I mean...A bomb in her ass? Shura has some weird ass kinks. He's definitely the dom and she's got Stockholm Syndrome. Alexa play Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction, please.

OOF Laguna's silhouette scared the shit outta me for a second. Whew! I like how Laguna is saying the exact same thing Pino said when Shiki and Rebecca were fighting.

Pino: “They are acting against their will..so their hearts are crying.”

Laguna: “Your heart is crying your majesty.”

But, I didn't even think about the possibility of Ijuna using her power with Shura unconsciously - Flight or fight response shit right there.

Relationships:

Homura and Creed

WE STAN HOMURA AND CREED 💕 UGH I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO BLOSSOM IN THE SAKURA COSMOS. We got a little snippet of them in Ch. 156 but their scenes in Ch. 159 are giving me LIFE. WHAT'S UP SEIJI HOJO! HOW YOU DOING SEIJI HOJO!?!?! AND they are from the same planet, Oedo!!!! WOWOWOW the universe is shipping them.

#Cremura/Creedmura/Homureed/Homreed/Creemura

Shiki and Rebecca

THIS IS WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT!!! #MostrueLove But Happy, why'd you have to ruin the perfect moment. 😭😩 Even when the red string was cut, Shiki and Rebecca were still holding hands.

Yeah, Shiki, you REALLY hate her. 😒

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mrxcreepypasta1991 · 3 years ago

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For: @ask-toxic-the-yokai

Friday Night Funkin' Vs. Sonic.EXE Songs!

Fate with Lyrics!

Starring:

• Lord J (Jonathan "Sonic" Afton)

• Randy Orton (Enemy of The Fiend)

Introduction:

JX: Brother, be careful he's the one who destroyed my best friend in the first place! It's too dangerous! You can't fight him! 😢

Lord J: Oh I ain't gonna fight him, I'm planning to kill him.

JX: But he'll burn you in flames just like he did with the fiend! 😭

Lord J: I'll deal with this guy...tell my wives, my children, my whole entire family...I love them.

JX: *He sniffled* Be careful.

Lord J: I will. Now, I'll take care of this Randy Orton just for you and Alexa Bliss. If I don't make it this far to weaken him. Tell Rory and Millietrap to destroy him.

JX: I...I will.😔

Lord J: Randy Orton...your days have been numbered. You mess with the Fiend, you mess with me. It's time to end this.

Lord J: If bring The Fiend back means anything, I'm gonna give you hell!!!

Randy Orton: Bring it you blue stained rat!

Lyrics:

Fate (Starring Lord J)

Lord J: 🎵Screaming for all dear life🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵Look who's back again are you not satisfied with your sorrow🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵I will kill you all the same no effort eyes closed🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵Your return is my advantage. Making fire from above🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵All your pointless efforts will not make a difference🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵Screaming, running, fueling your adrenaline, your Neverending panic, you can't escape this time I got you where I want you and you can't do anything to stop me. Struggle if you must it won't matter anyways🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: *His evil laugh is pixelated as the background turned pixelated*

Lord J (Pixel): 🎵Reeling in my delicious prey. Got caught for my bait you can't see though.🎵

Randy Orton (Pixel): 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J (Pixel): 🎵Letter X that's the symbol of my presence. Pulling the strings, here just to play with you🎵

Randy Orton (Pixel): 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J (Pixel): 🎵Face it, all these scenes that you have been in. All seem a bit disconnected wouldn't you agree? The truth is, i've been pulling the strings. Since the start, it's game to me.🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

"The background turned back to normal"

Lord J: 🎵Dead bleak gold, a foolish faker, Sad little fox, Obscene ghoul, lost their way, Power hungry, all the four now you see, you fight for nothing. But playing into my hands. Now do you see? Nothing you done matters🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵Give up. Just give up. You're nothing. You'll certainly lose.🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*🎵

Lord J: 🎵Twenty five sessions. Worth nothing. I will not let you see the light of tomorrow.🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵*Singing*

Lord J: *He made a pixelated evil chuckle as he made a "bro get a load of this guy" pose, taunting Randy*

Randy Orton: *He continued singing with his conscience moments, will ever he fight against Lord J? The answer: He will.*

"3 2 1 Go!"

Randy Orton: 🎵Alright listen up you creep, I'm not here to play any games. So put your insults back up your ass, I'm not here to mope. A lesson you'll learn, to give up your tyranny! It's your problem, not mine to play the pawn.🎵

Lord J: 🎵What the hell? How did you break free from my grasp? You should be dead, how did you get past the grief? Well no matter you're still as weak as can be. You cannot run from the consequences🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵I might not be able to run, but I'll give you a rap of a lifetime! You may think that I'll just fall like the rest but, My love's forever, My determination, My will to keep, The heart of all who depends on me! You are nothing but a failed puppeteer🎵

Lord J: 🎵Shut your mouth tiny dick man you mean nothing to me at all, you're gonna be my slave weather you like it or not. Your foolishness will be your downfall, tiny dick man you don't mean nothing to me at all🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵You may think that, But you're none the wiser! I'll end this once and for all, Cause,🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵In this world, there is no need🎵

Lord J (ft.): 🎵Neverending🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵For such cruel, violence and villainy!🎵

Lord J (ft.): 🎵I will not lose🎵

Lord J: 🎵In this world, I reign supreme🎵

Randy Orton (ft.): 🎵You may think that🎵

Lord J: In this world, you cannot stand to me!🎵

Randy Orton (ft.): 🎵Nothing but lies!🎵

Lord J: 🎵I will not let you end my plans. Your ignorance I cannot stand. So that's it for you. I will end this (Now).🎵

Randy Orton: 🎵You broke them with your twisted mind, But I'll just put this all behind, So that's it, I will end this, NOW!🎵

Lord J: *He roars as he started to glitch as static noises can be heard as he continues to glitch as he continued roaring in defeat. PSA Alarms can be heard as he continued to glitch as it's been heard again as he continued to glitch out but this time very violently as he made his final pixelated defeated yell before he froze as the error text box appears as it said: "File Lord_J_Fate.json was not found."

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years ago

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Favorite Season - Jonathan Toews

Word Count: 8,690

POV: Jon’s

Notes: So this is me in my sad bitch hours, so let me apologize in advance to everyone. This story just sort of popped into my head when I listened to Mariah Carey’s Miss You Most at Christmas Time and so I decided to put it down on paper so to speak. Sorry I haven’t been on much lately, but hopefully that will change with the new year. Guess I needed a little cleanse, but I’ll post more on that later. Happy Reading and Happy New Year! I hope you are spending it with friends or family or both. May 2021 bring you peace, joy, health and happiness!

Sidenote: This is not my gif

Second Sidenote: Wishing Jon the best and hoping that he is able to be back on the ice soon!

People always assumed when you talked about what season you loved the most, that you meant hockey, for obvious reasons of course; it was your profession, but once you'd met (Y/N), the word season took on a whole new meaning. You'd kindly respond and tell them no, that wasn't the season you were talking about. They then assumed that you'd meant spring, for that's when (Y/N) walked into your life. Well, ran into was more like it. She'd been rushing to the United Center for an interview for a summer internship program, while you were on your way out. Neither one of you had been paying attention, which is how you'd ended up holding her in your arms that first time. You knew from that first moment that you never wanted to let her go.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," (Y/N) said as she tried to regain her footing.

"No, it's my fault. I should've been watching where I was going." She stepped out of your arms to pick up the strewn contents of her bag and being the gentlemen that you were, you knelt down to help her. "Here let me help you." You picked up a small paperback book and glanced at the title. "Alors tu apprends le Francais?"

"Oh geez, this is so embarrassing," she admitted, a blush staining her cheeks. "I just bought this book a week ago, in hopes to learn French but I'm afraid I don't know a word of what you said…well, other than French." She laughed softly to cover up her embarrassment, but the sound was like a melody that you wanted to play over and over again.

"I just asked if you were learning French." You handed the book back to her with a smile, as you both stood up off the ground.

"Well, don't I feel stupid." She placed the book back in the bag, then placed it on her shoulder. "But yes, I'm trying to learn French. I'm hoping to go to Paris after graduation. Which gives me approximately one year to learn the language, you so eloquently speak."

"Thank you, but I grew up speaking it, so it comes naturally."

"Ah, well, you're lucky." She took a step away. "I've got to run. Again, so sorry for bumping into you."

"It really wasn't your fault."

"We'll call it a draw," she said with a lift of her shoulder as she turned and walked away. It was then you noticed a small snowflake charm on the ground.

"Wait, you forgot this." She turned back around, meeting you halfway.

"Oh, this must have fallen off my keychain again. Thank you, I would've been devasted had I lost this. I owe you one."

You weren't sure if they were just words spoken or if she truly meant them, but you decided to take a gamble. "How about dinner?"

Her beautiful eyes got even larger, at your poor attempt to ask her out, and you thought you'd just made an idiot of yourself. "Um…sure." She dug into her bag pulled out a pen, then tore a page of her learn to speak French book out. She scribbled down her name and number, then handed it over to you. "Call me." Then she turned and took off again. "Sorry, I'm really late." She was halfway down the hall as you stood there glancing between her name and her. "Hey what's your name?" she called out.

"It's Jon."

"Make sure you bring my page to dinner. I expect you to teach me how to say whatever's on that." The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she disappeared down the hall. You called her later that night, and then the following day and every day after that. By the end of spring her French had improved, but not to the point where the two of you could have full conversations without her questioning words here and there. Yes, that spring had been magical and if someone would've asked you as summer started, you probably would've said that it was your favorite season. But then summer did start, and well that meant you got to see (Y/N) lounging by the lake in a bikini. Your twenty-year-old self thought there was no better season than this. Again though, that wasn't the season that would stand out in your mind. Nor would it be fall, when just after six months of dating her you told her you loved her.

It hadn't been some grand gesture like you see in the movie. Rather it was really quite simple. You'd just lost the season opener to the Nashville Predators. It was your first season as captain of the team and you'd really felt the pressure; more from yourself than anyone else. You were the last to come out of the locker room, and you were feeling pretty defeated, but there stood (Y/N) leaning against the wall, holding a piece of paper which read, 'Tu Les Auras La Prochaine fois.' But it wasn't the sign saying that you'll get them next time that made your heart skip a beat, it was seeing her smiling face holding it that did it for you. "Je t'aime." The words were out of your mouth before you could think about it, and you didn't want to take them back. She looked a bit startled and unsure of what to say. "It means I love you, silly. Man, I really thought your French was getting better."

"I…I know what you said. I just want to make sure, you meant it."

"Je t'aime, Te Quiero, Ti Amo, they all mean the same, (Y/N). I love you. I probably should've said it the day I met you, but…" She still didn't say anything and suddenly you were starting to wonder if maybe today was too soon. "You don't have to say it back."

"No…I mean…Yes…" She closed her eyes then, gathering her thoughts. "Damn, I said that all wrong. I love you too, Jon. Je t'aime." Her lips were on yours then, the kiss was like so many you shared these last few months, only there was more heat, more passion as you poured all your love for her into it. "Let's go home," she softly whispered when you broke apart, a glint in her eye that told you she wanted to show you how much she really loved you.

Your lips quirked up into a smile. "Anything you want, mon amour."

Yes, fall definitely was one of your favorite times, but it was Christmas that always held a special meaning.

That first Christmas would always hold a special place in your heart. You could remember it like it was yesterday.

You'd just come home from a quick road trip to Detriot. You dropped your bags off at your place and then headed over to (Y/N)'s apartment. When you got there, caricatures of her and her two roommates were drawn on the door, all three dressed for Christmas and around a cartoon tree. You had a hard time knowing where to knock for all the decorations on the door. (Y/N) came scurrying to the door. "You're back," she said jumping into your arms and kissing you soundly. Your lips never left hers as you stepped into the apartment.

"Mmm, I see someone missed me."

"I always miss you, but I'm glad you're back. You're just in time to help me hang the rest of these decorations. I could use your height."

"Oh, so now you only want me because I'm tall." She released you then swatted you on the arm.

"No, but it doesn't hurt. Here can you help me string these lights up?"

You took the strand and hung them up per her instructions. "Boy, you really go all out for Christmas."

"But of course, don't you?"

"Not really. I don't even have a tree."

"Wait, what? You don't have a tree?" She repeated your exact words as if the thought was impossible.

"It's not really a huge deal in my family, besides I'm usually never home because of hockey," you told her as you finished hanging the lights. (Y/N) walked over to the closet, grabbed her shoes, and put on her coat, as soon as you were done. "Uh, babe, where are you going?"

"To go get you some Christmas decorations." She opened the door, then looked back when you didn't follow. "Are you coming?" You had no choice but to follow her.

The rest of the afternoon was spent picking out lights, ornaments, a tree, and more decorations than you could fit in your shopping cart, but you didn't mind being dragged from store to store as (Y/N)'s face lit up in every one of them. "Ok, star or angel?" she asked you holding up two tree toppers, but before you could answer she kept going. "I mean part of me thinks that we should go with the star. It's pretty traditional and well they always sing about hanging the star on top of the tree, but I like the symbolism of the angel."

You looked both of them over when she finally decided to take a breath. "Angel, definitely." She turned the figurine towards her looking it over, while you walked behind her, letting your hands slide around her waist so you could pull her close. When she turned back to look at you, questioning your choice, you simply said, "You're my angel and she reminds me of you." She kissed you then, right there in aisle C8, amidst the Christmas decorations.

"Angel it is then." She set the tree topper in the cart and the two of you headed to the checkout. On the way there, you spotted a sprig of mistletoe and tossed it in the cart unbeknownst to (Y/N). It wasn't until the tree was up that night, that she found it. "I don't remember putting this in the cart."

"You didn't. I did." You took the mistletoe out of her hand and went to hang it up in the archway. "If we're going for full-on Christmas, we can't forget the best part." Grabbing her hand, you lead her over to where you'd just hung the little green sprig.

"You really think you need this, to get me to make out with you?" Your hands encircled her waist as she spoke the words, and you drew her in close to you.

"Well, no. This is just an excuse." You pecked her lips quickly. "Besides, this is my first time decorating for this holiday, I might as well go all out."

She returned the kiss, only it was more heated as you slid your tongue inside her. She moaned into your mouth before pulling back. "In that case, let's make it a little more memorable." She stepped out of your embrace, her fingers trailing down to the button on your pants. It slipped out of the buttonhole easily, before she slid the zipper down. You sucked in a breath, as her hands snuck inside the waistband of your boxers and she slid them and your pants all the way to the ground. (Y/N) fell to her knees, her hands skating up your thighs as you felt her warm breath fan across your cock. It twitched before you felt her lips place a kiss right on the head. Her lips trailed all the way up and down the length of your shaft, teasing you.

"Babe, you're killing me." A wicked glint in her eye was her answer back, as she placed her puckered lips on the head one last time before she finally took you inside her mouth. Your hands threaded through her hair as she sunk down to take most of you in. She took her free hand and wrapped it around the length that didn't fit inside and gave it a gentle squeeze, then her mouth started to work its own little bit of Christmas magic as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on your cock. "Damn, baby that feels so good," you hissed out, your hips rocking a bit into her mouth. If this was (Y/N)'s idea of Christmas traditions you were all for it, and mistletoe was definitely going to be a staple to your decorating every year.

(Y/N)'s free hand slipped down to your balls where she cupped them and you felt yourself close to bursting. Your body tingled as she hummed around your cock. With her mouth and hands on you it felt like there was enough electricity coursing through your body that you could light up a million strand of Christmas lights at the moment. "(Y/N), I'm going to…" she didn't stop though just took your cock deeper until you swore you hit the back of her throat. It was that move, that pushed you over as you spilled your seed in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, though some dribbled out and you thought it was hot as hell.

That night would forever live in your mind, as you returned the favor by making her cum not once but twice under that same mistletoe. Even though, it was one of your favorite memories from that first Christmas. It wasn't that, that made Christmas your favorite season. It was the way that (Y/N) embraced the joy of the season in everything she did. Even the simplest things were a little brighter with her around. She made everyone around sparkle and shine just like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Not that she wasn't always that way, but there was just something special about (Y/N) and Christmas and thus it became your favorite time of year.

There had been no Christmas break that year in the NHL, meaning you had no time to head back home, so (Y/N) had invited you to her house to be with her family. They had welcomed you with open arms and you had found out, why she'd loved Christmas so much. Her family went all out, decorations were everywhere and presents were piled high. They'd included you in all their traditions, from frosting to cookies to playing Christmas charades. They even had you cut a piece of wheat for Baby Jesus's manager, as was their annual custom to do before opening presents Christmas morning. That first Christmas had set the tone for all those to follow after it.

As Christmas drew to a close that year, you knew one thing for sure. That you never wanted to spend another one without her. It was an easy decision to ask her to move in with you, once she graduated college, and right before that Christmas that year, the two of you bought your first place together. To commemorate the event, (Y/N) had a special ornament made in the shape of a key.

Hockey took precedence the following year, as you won the Stanley Cup and it seemed like the summer and fall flew by. One thing was for sure though, and that was that (Y/N) was with you every step of the way. You knew you had to make that Christmas extra special. It was the first time your family flew in for the holiday. (Y/N)'s family all came to your place as well that year. The house was filled with love and laughter and was about to get a little more exciting.

All the presents had been unwrapped and everyone was lounging in the great room. "I think there's one more present here," you pointed to a box you had hidden off in the corner. "Looks like it has your name on it, babe."

(Y/N) took the gift and looked at the tag. "It doesn't say who it's from."

"Well, that happens from time to time. You know Santa's elves are really busy this time of year," her mom chimed in, giving you a little wink. "Go ahead and open it."

She tore through the layer of paper to the box, then lifted the lid, which happened to reveal a smaller box. "Oh my god," she exclaimed, laughing as she took that wrapped package out and removed the paper again. Lifting the lid, she found yet another box. "You've got to be kidding me. Did you do this?" She was staring straight at you because she knew this was totally out of your character. All you could do was simply shrug. The unwrapping went on for another six layers until she finally revealed a small black velvet box. All your family gasped as she went to open it. Her eyes were fixated on the container, as she slowly pulled back the lid. The look of excitement on her face was almost too much for you, and then her face fell, exactly like you thought it would. "There's nothing in it." She whispered, her voice small as she lifted her eyes to you. You could feel her family and yours glaring at you for pulling a stunt like this. You decided now would be a good time to put everyone out of their misery.

Dropping down to one knee in front of her, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the extravagant ring that you'd had made for her. The gasp from everyone this time was probably heard down the street as they took in their first glimpse of the engagement ring. (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hands and you saw one lone tear slip down her cheek; a happy one, you hoped. "(Y/N), I was going to leave this in the last box, but then I couldn't. For your real present isn't this ring. It's me. That is if you'll have me." She was already shaking her head yes before you even had a chance to ask her the question. "I guess what I'm asking is if you'll spend every Christmas from now until the end of time with me?" Another tear slid down her cheek and this time you knew for sure it was a joyful one. "(Y/FN), will you be my wife?"

"Yes, Jon, yes!" She was down on the ground in your arms kissing you before you could blink. She almost tackled you to the carpet, but your hand reached out and steadied you both on the end table beside you. That's when you realized the ring popped out of your hand and had fallen somewhere amongst the pile of wrapping paper.

You broke from the kiss immediately. "Shit, I dropped the ring."

"I don't care. You're my present and apparently my future as well." She locked her lips with yours again. The two of you were so caught up in each other, you forgot about the rest of your family in the room; who had now gone on a search for the engagement ring.

"Found it," your mom said breathing a sigh of relief. You took it and slipped it on (Y/N)'s finger making it official. That Christmas was definitely one of the most memorable.

The following summer you married. Most people expected the two of you to have this big grand wedding, which would've taken another year or more to plan, but neither you nor (Y/N) wanted that. Instead, it was a quiet ceremony with just family and close friends, exactly what you wanted, as you couldn't wait for her to be your wife. That Christmas was your first as husband and wife, and there was more than one Mr. and Mrs. Toews ornament hanging off the tree.

Payback came your second Christmas as a married couple. There you were opening box after box. "Really babe? I would've expected this last year."

"Gotta keep you on your toes, Mr. Toews."

You unwrapped yet another box. "So is the Rolex we looked at a couple weeks ago in here?" She mimicked your shrug from two years ago. It had to be the watch, for the shrug was always (Y/N)'s go to move when she didn't want to tell you that you were right. Sure enough, as you peeled back the paper on the last package, there was the signature green box of the famous company. "Nice try babe, but I guess I outsmarted you this time." The hinge creaked as you opened the box, but you were shocked when there wasn't a watch inside, but a positive pregnancy test. "Are you…?"

Your eyes locked with hers and she was nodding her head. "Yes, yes we are." Your lips were on hers in an instant, as this time you were the one with tears in your eyes.

"I don't get the big deal over a watch." You heard your brother say in French in the background.

"They're having a baby you idiot," your dad told him, cuffing him upside the head.

Levi Abram Toews was born on July twenty-fifth of the following year, giving you a little bit of Christmas midway through the following year. His first Christmas was probably one of your favorites. At six months old, he was sitting up and just starting to crawl. (Y/N) had to move all the floor decorations up, because he started to chew on all the snowmen that he could grab. Levi's little eyes sparkled as he was mesmerized by all the twinkling lights and bulbs. You thought you couldn't love Christmas anymore, but seeing it through your son's eyes made the holiday even more joyous.

When 2013 Christmas rolled around it had you hanging another Stanley cup ornament on the tree as the Hawks had won yet another one. It seemed as though the moment (Y/N) stepped into your life all the pieces just fell into place. She truly was the angel on top of the tree.

You didn't think anything remarkable happened the Christmas of 2014 but by Valentine's day it became clear that your wife was pregnant again, and your new little one had to have been conceived on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning. It too would always hold special meaning whenever you looked at your baby girl. Elizabeth or Lizzie as you liked to call her, joined your little family on September 25th, 2015. Making her the cherry on the cake to winning your third Stanley cup. Lizzie was daddy's girl and everyone knew it, even your wife. Of course, there were a few ornaments on the Christmas tree that year. One with Lizzie's picture in the cup, along with her first Christmas ornament, all got hung alongside the three Stanley Cup ornaments and Levi's bulb. Your tree was getting quite full.

As were your wife's hands apparently, as you could see (Y/N) getting more and more tired as Christmas 2016 rolled around. Oh, she was still her fun-loving and joyful self, but she also looked completely exhausted most days. She would dust off any concerns and tell you that was the price she paid for having two kids under the age of four. "Babe, why don't you come and sit down," you told her having just gotten back from your last road trip before Christmas, which was only three days away.

"I can't. I still need to finish wrapping the gifts, then I've got cookies to bake, and get the food prepped for Christmas Eve dinner."

"What can I do to help?" You asked rubbing her shoulders as she worked in the dining room wrapping the presents since the kids were finally in bad.

"You could…" She spun around to talk to you and that's when your heart fell out of your chest as she collapsed right into your arms. Your blood ran cold as you saw color draining from her face. Gently as you could, you laid her down on the floor, calling out her name. "(Y/N)…baby…(Y/N) please wake up." You ran and grabbed your bag knowing that you had smelling salts in there that the team used every now and then. Breaking it open, you wafted the scent over her nose, praying the whole time for her to wake back up. It took a bit, but eventually, she did rouse. "Oh thank god."

"What happened?"

"I was going to ask you. You just fainted in my arms." She made a move to get up but you could see that another bout of something had hit her again. "No just stay there. I'm calling the team doctor."

"Jon, don't. I'm sure I'm just tired. I'll be fine."

It was too late for her to try to change your mind as you already had the doctor dialed up. He asked a few questions, basically checking to see if she could be pregnant, but that wasn't an option as she'd just finished her period two days ago. He recommended that you head to the hospital and get (Y/N) checked out. It was a fight to get her there, especially so close to Christmas, but eventually, she gave in and once her parents came to watch the kids, the two of you were on your way.

You rushed into the emergency room, where (Y/N) went through a series of tests. You hadn't realized until that moment, when (Y/N) was laying in the hospital bed, that she'd lost some weight and seemed very fatigued. Your wife was always this strong and unmovable force, yet right then she looked so frail. Mentally, you kicked yourself for not noticing these things earlier. After hours of testing, the emergency room doctor came in to speak to you both. He told you that there was definitely something off in her blood work and that he wanted to admit her for further testing. (Y/N) put up a fight, not wanting to be in the hospital another minute. She insisted she had way too many things to do than just laying around waiting for them to tell her she would be fine.

"You're staying and that's final." She argued with you, but in the end, you won out again.

Thankfully, she was out of the hospital by Christmas Eve and when she came home, her parents and yours had most everything done so that it was a perfect Christmas for your children. It was two days after Christmas that you received the worst news of your life. (Y/N) had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. The doctor wasn't sure what stage it was in but wanted her for more testing before they would try and figure out treatment. It couldn't have come at a worse time, as you were just gearing up for a ten-day road trip.

"I'm not leaving you."

"Damnit Jon, you are going. You're the captain of the team and they need you," she shouted back to you. The two of you had been arguing since you put the kids in bed. Your parents were still there, they had decided to stay a little longer with (Y/N) being sick to help out with the kids and her parents were only minutes away, but none of that mattered.

"I'm also the captain of THIS team," you said pointing back and forth between the two of you. "And right now, that's more important."

"It's just some testing at this point. If there's anything more serious, you can be on the next plane back here." Her voice was quieter now, and you couldn't tell if she was just weak from cancer or tired of fighting, but you could see the determination in her eyes not to lose this battle. You needed her to keep that same look for whatever was to come and it was for that reason alone that you found yourself agreeing to go on the trip.

She was right, you were only a phone call away, and she could facetime you in on all her appointments, which she did. It was not the way you wanted to find out that her biopsy showed her having stage two stomach cancer and that her chance of survival was thirty-five percent.

You could see her crumbling on the screen, her mom and dad beside her for support, but it wasn't enough. You should've been there damnit. Why in the hell had you listened to her? You wanted to scream through the phone but couldn't; you needed to stay calm and be there for her. "Baby, look at me," you said in a gentle yet reassuring voice, and her tearstained eyes locked with yours. "We're going to beat this." She sniffled loudly, then straightened her back, that steely determination taking over.

"Of course, we will." What you didn't know, was that she cried the entire ride home in the backseat of her parents' car, or how she made her dad ride around the block several times before going inside to see your children. All the while, you were on the phone with the team doctor finding out everything you could to help your wife. The two of you found the best specialist in North America and had her records sent there. A week later, you were by (Y/N)'s side at UPMC Medical Center in Pittsburgh determining the best course of treatment.

She would do several rounds of pinpointed radiation to shrink the tumor before they would go in and remove it. It would all be followed up with some intense chemotherapy. The doctor told her she would more than likely lose her hair, and that it would make her extremely weak. They could set everything up to happen in Chicago so that she wouldn't have to leave your home.

The surgery, which took place in February and caused you to miss a few games, went very well. The two of you stayed in Pittsburgh five days before flying back on a private plane home to your children. Who didn't seem to understand why mommy couldn't pick them up and carry them around anymore. Your parents and (Y/N)'s were godsends, as (Y/N) insisted you go back to hockey. You hated being away from her, though with every day that past you could see her strength building up. That was until the chemotherapy started.

There were to be six to eight rounds of chemotherapy that (Y/N) was going to have to take. They would fall in four-week intervals. You were there the day she got her first one. It took over eight hours for her to receive the treatment through her port that the surgeon had put in. She seemed to take it really well or so you thought until you found her hunched over the toilet a couple days later throwing up. She tried to shake it off, act like it was nothing new, telling you it was just like being pregnant again, but you knew better. You could hear the tremble in her voice, see the tears she fought so hard to hold back, while you held back your own. You'd give anything to take this pain away from her, but you couldn't.

It wasn't until round three that her hair started falling out in clumps. She was sitting at the breakfast table, the kids at her parents when she brushed it back to pull it out of her face. Strands of hair covered her fingers, a look of horror covering her face. "It's ok baby, we knew this would happen."

She swallowed hard past the lump in her throat. "I just thought that I made it this far with it, that maybe they were wrong." You were at her side in a minute, holding her as she started to shake from head to toe.

"Let it out (Y/N). It's ok to be sad or mad or anything. I'm right here." It was the first time that she'd cried about it, at least in front of you.

"It's not fair Jon," she sobbed into your chest. "I want to be there to watch my kids grow up."

"And you will, mon amour. We're going to fight this every step of the way." She cried for a solid hour, as you held back tears of your own, telling her in a calming voice that she was going to beat this. All the while being scared as hell that she might not.

Later that day, you helped her shave every strand of hair from her head. It was the hardest thing you'd had to do in your life. You'd rather take a ninety mile an hour puck to your face then to see your wife this broken and defeated. In the end, she took a deep breath as she looked herself in the mirror, eyes still glassy from tears. "You will not beat me," she told her reflection, then looked at your reflection. "I will fight this with every breath I have." Your lip trembled as you fought back the river of tears that threatened to spill over at her strength. Your wife was a fighter, and you knew she would conquer this disease and you'd be beside her every step of the way.

That summer you spent every available second with (Y/N) and the kids. Treatments became a normal part of your routine. The problem was with everyone, you saw your wife getting weaker and weaker. She was practically skin and bones, even though she would force herself to eat. When she took her final round of chemotherapy in October, you breathed a sigh of relief. The doctors said they wouldn't know if the chemo had worked for a few weeks and so you waited. Praying every night that her cancer was gone once and for all, and your wife would no longer have to suffer.

A month later, you were back in Pittsburgh, sitting in front of the doctor who held your entire fate in his hands. "I'm afraid it's not good news," he started to say, and your face drained, while (Y/N) gripped your hand tightly. "The chemotherapy hasn't responded as we'd like." Everything he said after that was a garbled mess. Your mind clouded over and there was a loud ringing in your ears. You wanted to grab this man by the throat and tell him to make your wife better. That was his job, wasn't it? He was supposed to heal people, and damn it he should've done that for (Y/N). "I'm not giving up hope yet." It was those words that finally drug you out of the blinding rage that was coursing through your veins. He proceeded to say that there was an experimental drug and that they had no way of knowing if it would work, but it might be something the two of you would be interested in trying. He handed you a bunch of paperwork to go home and read before making any decisions.

"I think you should take it," you told her the minute you got in the car.

"Maybe we should read what he gave us first."

"It doesn't matter what that says (Y/N) if it means that you get to stay here with me and the kids; I think we should do it."

"It's not a 'we' Jon. It's me who has to do this. What if it has some long-term effects or…" she started to list scenarios, that meant nothing to you.

"The only long-term thing here is that you're dead. Do you want that? Because I don't." You were yelling at her, and you didn't want to, but couldn't she see that this drug was your only option. "I need you (Y/N). The kids need you." This time you couldn't hold back the tears as they started to fall hard and fast down your cheeks. "Damn it, I love you and I'm not willing to lose you. Do you understand me?"

You could barely see her swallow hard as tears flooded your vision, and while you knew you needed to be strong for her; you were finally breaking. "Ok," she whispered softly, and you grabbed her holding her to your body as close as you could with the console in the middle of the car. "I'll do it."

"You will?" you mumbled into the crook of her neck. You could feel the dampness of her shirt from your tears but all that mattered was that she agreed to take the treatment.

"Yes," she answered pulling you back so she could look in your eyes. "I'd do anything for you, my love." You kissed her then pouring every ounce of love you had for her into it.

The following day, after reading through all the paperwork, (Y/N) called the doctor and got set up to take the new drug. Once you were back in Chicago, she started treatments right away. The drug was aggressive, even more so than her first round of chemotherapy and within two weeks she wound up in the hospital, her immune system so compromised that you had to suit up in a gown and mask every time you went to see her. The kids weren't allowed in, which killed her, but you had them facetime her every day.

As Christmas grew near your spirits were low. (Y/N) insisted that you put up all the decorations just as you had every year. She ordered the kids' gifts online so that they wouldn't miss out on a single thing. Her only term for taking the new treatment was that you continue to play hockey. Her parents stepped up and watched the kids while you were away. You were just returning home from a road trip, about a week before Christmas when you stopped in at the hospital to see (Y/N) before heading home. When you walked into her room, you barely recognized her. Her frail form looked almost lifeless as she lay in the hospital bed, so much so that you had to check the rise and fall of her chest to make sure she was still breathing. Thankfully she was.

"Salut mon amour," you said in a soft gentle voice, wanting her to know that you were there but at the same time not wanting to wake her if she was asleep. She turned her head to the side to see you, a weak smile gracing her chapped lips.

A scratchy "hi," was all she was able to muster back. You took your gloved hand and held hers in it. God, what you wouldn't give to just touch her skin and feel her once again. But since you couldn't, you stroked your thumb back and forth over her palm, hoping that she could somehow draw from your strength.

"How are you feeling today?"

The smile dropped, and so did your heart. "I don't think this is working Jon." It was too soon to tell. Even the doctors had said that. She just needed to hang on, give the drug more time to work. "I think we need to start preparing for the worst." Her hand squeezed yours, whether it was for support or to support you, you weren't sure.

"No, baby, I'm not ready for you to give up yet."

"I know Jon, and I'm fighting I really am. But it's just so hard...Hard to breathe…Hard to move. I don't feel like me anymore." A tear slipped out and though you had a glove on your hand, you reached up and wiped it away.

"You've just gotta fight (Y/N). You've got to do it for Levi, and Lizzie, and god baby please do it for me." You were begging now, both her and god. You couldn't lose her, you weren't ready to live your life without her yet.

"I will my love…..but Jon, there may come a day when I can't fight anymore and I need you to support me on that." You knew what she was talking about, that if the doctors wanted to put her on a ventilator, she didn't want that. Though if it could save her…you weren't sure you could follow her wishes.

You nodded your head not willing to put in words something you couldn't promise just yet. You stayed there with her for a while; until she basically kicked you and told you to go home and get some sleep. The moment you walked in the door of your house, you screamed in anger. There were all the decorations that (Y/N) made you hang with the kids and you hated every one of them. They were torturous reminders that your wife wasn't there this Christmas, that she couldn't be with you and the kids. You grabbed the strand of garland that hung on the archway into the living room and ripped it down, throwing the ball of mistletoe across the room. It felt good, and so you tore down some more, just letting all your anger and frustrations out. It was a side of you that hardly ever came out even on the ice. Oh, you'd definitely dropped the gloves a time or two but only when someone really deserved it. Only now there was no one to fight. It was a disease and you couldn't throw it up against the boards or punch it in the jaw. So instead, you took it out on the decorations. Every wreath that hung on the wall you ripped it apart with your bare hands. Every Santa figurine that sat on the table, you smashed against the floor. You were just about the tear the stockings off the fireplace when you stopped. It was seeing your wife's name knitted into the fabric that got you and instead you carefully took it off the hook and brought it to your face as if it were her and you could simply hold her that close once again.

"Please (Y/N), please don't leave me," you called out to the void that was your house, as you dropped to your knees, tears freely flowing down your face. It was all too much. You'd finally reached that breaking point and just laid on the flooring sobbing and praying to God to save your wife. It was the only Christmas wish you had. Sure, you'd prayed when you were younger asking god to make you a better hockey player and then that you would be drafted in the NHL, but never in your life had you wanted anything like you wanted this, for your wife to be fine, for her to live a happy healthy life with you and your children. You'd trade everything you had if you could.

At some point, you picked yourself up and looked at the disaster that you'd made in what was once a storybook Christmas home. (Y/N) would be so disappointed in what you had done, not to the house, but to the mess that your kids would walk into when they would come home. You cleaned up the broken shards of glass, restrung the garland, and tried to salvage what you could of the other decorations you'd destroyed yet somehow the house still seemed to be missing something. There were tons of extra decorations in the closet, as your wife seemed to always buy more and more every year, well you couldn't really blame (Y/N) as you tended to help as well. So, you dragged yourself upstairs to see what else might try and make the place a bit more festive.

It was in rummaging through the closet that you stumbled upon it. It was a simple container, not very big with the word "Love," written in script on the top. You peered inside and were stunned to find dozens of envelopes, each marked with either yours or your children's name on them. It was then that you realized they were goodbye letters from your wife, as some were addressed to Levi and Lizzie on their eighteenth birthdays or their graduations. There was even one for each of them on their wedding day. A gasp left your mouth at the realization that she didn't plan on being around for any of these occasions. You weren't sure what hurt more, the fact that she was giving up or that you'd be facing a life without her.

All that anger and hurt from moments ago came surfacing back and you had the urge to punch your fist through the wall this time, though you fought it for the sake of your kids. Flipping through the envelopes you saw different ones with your name on them. You picked up the one that was on top of the pile marked 'To Jon on Christmas Eve.' It was heavier than what you thought and you realized that it wasn't a letter but a video. Taking the box, you headed downstairs to see what your wife had to say.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you shouldn't be watching this, as you hit the play button on the remote control, yet you couldn't stop yourself. Maybe there would be something on here that could help you convince her to fight harder. It took a second for (Y/N) to come on the screen. She looked weak, yet still as beautiful as ever as she sat in the chair up in your bedroom. Her wig was on, probably in hopes that you'd remember her like she once was and not the sickly cancer patient she feared everyone saw.

"Bonjour, mon amour." God, you loved how she spoke French to you. She'd been so earnest in her studies those early days and now was rather good at it. "I'm not sure where to start with this. I want you to know that this is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I hope that you're watching this after the kids' are in bed and you've put all the presents under the tree. God, how I'll miss doing that with you, but I know that you will make this Christmas and every one after special for our two little angels. They are so lucky to have a dad like you, just like I was so lucky to have you as my husband." Tears were streaming down (Y/N)'s face as she spoke to you on the screen, just as they were flooding your eyes.

"I love you so much," she swallowed hard, the movement visible as her body was frail. "Even more than I love Christmas." It was a small attempt at humor on her part, and you wish that you could smile at it, but at the moment all you had were tears of sadness. "Remember that first Christmas when we bought the tree topper together. You told me then that I was your angel. Well, now I truly am. I hope that when you place her on top of the tree, you'll know that I'm smiling down at you and our babies." Your eyes automatically went to the angel on the tree. Her soft smiling eyes shining right into yours. A sob broke from you then, as you realized how much the angel looked like your wife. She had the same eyes, the same hair, and the same soft easy smile that melted your heart.

"I'm going to miss this time of year with you; the laughter, the joy, the mistletoe. It was always my favorite season with you, though you made everyday special." You knew how she felt, for you had a feeling you'd miss her most at Christmas time. "Jon, I'd give anything to be with you right now. Just know that if I had to do it all again, I would. I'd go through every treatment, every needle, every single bit of it, if it meant one more Christmas with you…hell, even if it was one more day with you." She wiped away the tears then, visibly collecting herself to continue on with what she had to say.

"But I want you to be happy, Jon. I want you to love again. I want you to find joy in not only Christmas but every day, even if I'm not there. And I can see you sitting there, shaking your head and telling me it's not going to happen, and maybe it won't tomorrow or the next day, but I hope it does someday. I love you too much to not want you to love again. Be happy, you deserve it." You weren't sure how she could ask this of you, there was no way that it would ever happen if she wasn't in your life.

"Bumping into you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You were the best thing to happen to me, Jonathan Toews and for that I thank you. I couldn't have asked for a better friend, husband, or father. You will always be the love of my life...and what a life we had." There was still more of it to be had, you just knew there had to be. "I love you, Jon. Merry Christmas, my love." It took another second and then the screen went blank.

"I love you, (Y/N)," you whispered up the angel smiling down at you. Tears clouded your vision until all the lights just seemed to melt into one giant one. This was not how things were meant to end. You laid your head back against the sofa and closed your eyes and just prayed. Even though you'd just done that hours ago, you asked God to do the impossible, to give you a Christmas miracle.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, for you woke up sometime later to a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Jon, sweetie, wake up, my love." You could swear that was your wife's voice. It took your eyes a minute to regain focus, but it was your wife standing over you, in Christmas pajamas, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her hair, you thought vaguely, not some wig because she'd lost all hers, and she looked healthy, strong in fact.

"You're here? You're ok," you said jumping up and running your hands down her arms.

Her smile told you then that it hadn't been a dream like you thought, and you looked over to the screen on the tv, to see the Christmas message she'd sent you back up on the screen. "You were watching it again, weren't you?" she asked.

You had to shake yourself to get the cobwebs out of your brain. It was six years ago that you found the video, though you've replayed it every year since. That first time watching it you'd wanted to run to the hospital and shake some sense into your wife, but something stopped you. Maybe deep down you knew she had never truly given up, for she had called you Christmas Eve saying that she was feeling much better. The kids had gotten to see her on Christmas day, though there were still precautions taken. It was a week later that she was home and with you as her strength continually improved. She grew stronger every day after that as well. It was months later that her cancer was declared gone by the doctors, the new treatment having saved her life and yours in the process. She was a survivor and you thanked God every day for giving you that miracle you'd asked for so long ago. "I still don't know how you found them," she said to you. "Or why you continue to watch that video every year."

"I watch it because it reminds me of how close I was to losing you." Your arms encircled her waist now, drawing her closer to you. "And how magical the Christmas season is as it brought you back to me." You gazed into her loving eyes, yours shining with that same love you saw in hers. "And to hold you a little tighter each day." You did exactly as you said, squeezing her so that no space was between either of you, before dropping a kiss to her lips.

"I'm not sure it was the Christmas season that helped me find the strength to fight. I'm pretty sure it was you, Mr. Toews." Her lips found yours in a soul-stealing kiss, as she poured all her love for you into it.

You maneuvered the two of you under the archway where the sprig of mistletoe always hung. "Well, Mrs. Toews, Christmas will always be my favorite time of year, though I treasure every day with you. Joyeux Noel, mon amour."

"Merry Christmas, Jon."

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theangryjikooker · 4 years ago

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hii, since your posts are a bit different from usual jikook blogs (i find it more realistic and objective), i would like to know ur opinion/thoughts about the JM tattoo on jungkook's hand (because i keep thinking that's related to jimin, then i think that maybe it stands for something else) so yeah i want to know someone else's thoughts about it.

idk if you have talked about it before. if u did, can u please share the link of the post.

thank youu!

Not an anon! Hi there, and thank you!

My first reaction to analyses about their tattoos? ...HAHAHAHAHAHA. Please don't think I'm laughing at you for asking me this question, but it's the type of analysis that I just can't take seriously.

My stance on tattoos is this (and when I say you a lot, it's a general you): tattoos are a personal thing to the person who's getting them. There's some kind of self-entitlement going on to think that you somehow know and can infer what their tattoos mean, and then parading your theories around like it HAS to stand for [insert pro-ship reason here]. Like how fucking dare you, honestly.

Now, if I stood back a little and humored the thought a little bit, I've seen people try to legitimize the JM tattoo in that because Jimin's name can often be shortened to JM, and that Jungkook himself will put J+M together (e.g., that one Run! ep), it means Jungkook has some awareness of how it would be interpreted when those two letters are close together. I can see that logic as being valid, but it's not proof of anything. What Jkkrs are doing here is speculating, and it should be treated accordingly. Who's to say that the J doesn't just stand for his own name? No one can say it doesn't. If we want to go down the delusional rabbit hole, I can come up with some wacky theory that wearing rings worn on the ring finger in Korea (after some quick, but not thorough, Googling) represents a commitment, and that he's making a commitment to himself by getting permanent ink there. Maybe it's a way to honor who he is and his life choices to get where he is now. Maybe it's a way for his name to be symbolically close to ARMY that he has tattooed on his knuckles.

Really, honestly, truly--who has the right to determine what his tattoos mean?

Even writing and re-reading that, I sound fucking mental. That's also what people who explore the tattoo meanings sound like.

Don't even get me started on people who invert the A and start mixing up the letters in all sorts of ways to represent all seven members. Those people are pulling at strings and embarrassing themselves in the process (and inadvertently lending credence to JM standing for Jimin, which is hilariously ironic because these same people’s motivations in doing so were to invalidate JM in the first place). ARMY stands for ARMY, and it's the only obvious thing aside from his numbered tattoo on his hand. People need to leave it alone. His tattoos are beautiful as is, end of story.

And listen, if Jungkook himself comes out one day and says, "Yes, it always stood for Jimin," then at that point I'll eat my own dirty socks. But until that happens, it's none of my or anyone's business.

@kookieeez, a reminder that I'm not directing my irritation at you. You are lovely. It is, however, a topic that floors me when Jkkrs think they can adapt things personal to Jungkook as their own.

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elkrisen · 4 years ago

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hi vin! hope you are doing well <3 so, i've always wanted to learn abt tarot and now i'm finally starting but it's so much it's a bit overwhelming. idk what i'm asking, suggestions on how to remember everything and just vibe with the cards?

I love answering questions about divination/getting into tarot because it's such a passion of mine so I'm so glad you asked!

I remember well how overwhelming it is when you first get into tarot - not only do you have to learn all the meanings of the cards AND their reversals but then you have to take that knowledge and learn how to create narratives/answers out of a string of seemingly unrelated concepts....where are you supposed to begin?

First, get yourself a journal that is specifically for readings. You can do this digitally or physically but I've found that the act of reading is much easier for memory recall. When I first began doing readings, I tried to do large spreads and found myself getting easily frustrated because it was too much information all at once. I would suggest starting with one card, just one. I just read something in a book on divination that says "tarot begins with a question. without a question, there is no direction for the reading to go." and I think that's solid advice. The question I would ask is "what is my day going to be like?" or "what do I need to focus on today?" and then when I pulled the card, I would write down what I felt/thought the card was trying to tell me and THEN I would look up the meaning and try to connect the two. I still do this, though I'm lazy and don't even use my own deck but a tarot app that does the pull for me. I think one card readings are such a good way to take a bite size approach to tarot AND see the power that each card individually holds.

I also think a good way to get used to tarot is to separate your deck into minor/major arcana and do pulls with major arcana only. These cards are going to be the central figures in your readings anyway and taking the deck down to a smaller number is going to be a lot easier on your brain when it comes to comprehending what you're reading. There's a book called Tarot Shadow Work: Using the Dark Symbols to Heal by Christine Jett that outlines all of the spreads with only major arcana that I found really useful when I first started. (It's also available for download on zlibrary)

I also think the best way to learn anything is to follow the human desire to make EVERYTHING about us and ask your deck what cards represent you in the deck - these are called signifier cards and you can do them for anyone in your life and once you know yours and you want to go a step further I would encourage you to pull a single card for significant players in your life as well. It helps you personalize the cards a bit more and expands your capacity to inquire deeper about your life. My signifier cards are: the devil, the strength card, the king of wands/the queen of swords (the person I could grow to be) the queen of pentacles (the person I am now), four of cups, and the high priestess. the devil card in particular is often seen as a "negative" card in traditional tarot but whenever I pull it I have a fully different interpretation and understanding of it because I know my deck is using it to communicate a part of me I really love.

other assorted advice would be:

- limit your readings to just yourself until you feel comfortable knowing what your deck is saying about you/your life. people love a free reading and once they find out you read they will hound you 24/7 for your services. don't give in! it's not worth it to entangle yourself in someone else's energy before you even know what yours sounds/feels like. when I first began I would give readings to people 100% meant for me and couldn't tell the difference between what was meant for me/others.

- once you do enough single pulls, do a three card spread for yourself for the morning/afternoon/evening. (three card pulls are the lifeblood of learning tarot they're so easy to comprehend and also go just enough indepth to be useful)

-re-read old readings when you get stuck! that's why I suggest having a journal, eventually you'll have decently informative notes on the cards and looking back at what you said for cards three months ago can be an asset in a reading for today.

- trust yourself AND your cards. humans will fight against the supernatural tooth and nail because it shows that there is so much about the world that we don't understand AND that our lives have not only narrative, but purpose. you are going to want to deny a lot of what you read - resist the urge to devalue your own intuition.

- figure out WHO you are talking to. I know Christian readers who ask their god for answers, atheist readers who ask their own subconscious, or people who just ask the universe in general. I ask my spirit guides, angels, deities, and ancestors for answers and it switches based on what I'm reading for/the answer I am seeking. it's important to know that the cards are just a communication tool, while each deck has a soul/personality you are communicating with SOMETHING - figure out that out.

-finally, your deck is a soul. interview your deck, ask it what type of personality it has, what type of readings it likes to do, what it wants to teach you. I have a thrifted deck and two decks I bought. the thrifted deck came with mountains of wisdom, perspective, and understanding. her name is shamesh and she told me by showing me the sun. my other two decks have never read for anyone but me and so their energy is a little different. respect that you know, treat your deck like it matters because it is providing a really nice service to you and deserves it. (also ask your decks how they like to be charged)

hope that helps anon! feel free to follow up with questions. happy reading <3

#mailbox #anoncore #divination station #tarot #i love answering these asks so much u guys have no idea

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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First things first, thank you so much for more the 800 followers! Still feels a bit weird, but here's a tiny little thing as a present!

Not even a single mistake on this day

"Overhaul, I am sorry to comment this all of the blue and all but... you're way too perfectionist..." Chrono commented woth a huff as he placed the huge box on the table.

For his surprise the young leader of the yakusa didn't even acknowledge his comment, rather more interesting on checking the whole room, looking for any signs of 'imperfections' to be soon fixed it.

Chrono and Mimic shared a look before snickering quietly.

"Overhaul?" Mimic tried again, this time at peast receiving a very annoyed and irritated 'hum' in response. "You're going to combust at any moment boss, careful there."

He let out a 'deprived of pacience' sigh before straighting up his back and making his way out of the room... not before sending a cold glare at the both man on there.

"If I come back here, and found a hint that anyone touched what I ordered; the fault and responsibility will be on you two. Don't let anyone enter in here without a good damn reason." He walked away shortpy after, not even closing the door.

"He thinks that we are what? Bunch of punks?" Asked Mimic out loud while leanjng on the wall with arms crossed as Kurono shrugged while taking the glasses out of the box and placing on the table.

Suddenly, Setsuno; Hojo and Tabe were passing by while talking before stopping abruptly at seing the room neatly cleaned up.

"Woah, any special commemoration today if I may ask?" Setsuno asked while eyeing the whole place in awe.

"DOn'T ToUCh AnYThInG PUnKs!" Irinaka yelled angrily "OvErHauL's OrDeRS!"

"To answer your question, is miss (Y/N)'s birthday." Chrono said nonchalantly before picking up another box.

"Master's partner? What a surprise indeed." Hojo commented, now putting the pieces together why his boss went to him demanding for... a little favor.

"The boss at least got lucky on the relationship thing." Laughed bitterly Setsuno, eyeing now the snacks "Sure that this won't be possible to eat everthing on one day."

"EAT!" Tabe shouted, already with wide eyes, allerting everyone on that room and making Chrono and Mimic eyes go wide.

"Shit."

He slowly entered the room, careful to not even make a sound before he spotted you still sleeping peacefully on the bed, just like he had leaved you a few hours ago.

He sighed in relief before adjusting his tie and slowly went towards you with a smirk underneath his mask.

He stared you down while calling your name, but you still remained sleep.

"... Seriously?" He asked before lifting his gloved hand to shake your shoulder gently, another try on callinh your name, receiving this time a annoyed yet sweet hum.

"I would suggest you to get up angel." He said nonchalantly before deadpanning at you picking his pillow and burring on your face.

"Whyyy?" You moaned "I don't have anything to do today Kai, gimme a break!"

"... Well then, you just forgot that today was the day you were borned. Congrats." He ssid in pure sarcasm as he crossed his arms, still looking down at you.

He chuckled at the way you placed his pillow away in a instance and now your sleepy face as you rubbed your eyes.

Cute.

"So doesn't this means that I get to expend more time in bed instead?" You whined with a smile but still getting up to be at least sitting on the bed.

"Nonsense." He carresed your bed hair down before tracing his fingers to your cheek to tilt your head up, dumb smile already formwd on those lips as puffy with sleep (E/c) eyes blinked up at him.

"Do I get my devil to sing for me?" He scoffed before placing a project of a kiss on your forehead, mask still on.

"Go take a shower, there's something on the bathroom for you to use." You whined again before he gave you a look, instantly getting up with a huff.

He chuckled as soon as he heard your gasp when the sounds of water falling stopped.

You soon got out with a extremely disbelieved expression but still weating the outfit.

"Kai is beautiful buy come on! I saw the price tag!" You showed it to him and he frowned at that.

"... That sick said he took it off."

"Kai!" You exclaimed while giggling, hopeless.

No matter how much you sayed he still insisted on what he thought was right...

He picked your hand up and twirled you around to take a 360 look and hummed in approval.

"Perfect, like always." You blushed at his words before tilting your head up, silently asking for a kiss.

The bastard just turned his back crounching down to pass you a string and one rose.

"Wha-"

"Follow the string dearest, and pick up this." You giggled in nervousness before looking up at him arching one eyebrow.

"What did you do?"

He merely shrugged before pointing at the door with his palm.

You did follow, evertime stopping by some place as you encounter one wrapped up gift and a rose, evertime you spotted your boyfriend smirking underneath that cursed mask of his, that prevented you to see such a magnific sign.

You always ended up picking the gifts, but the roses he insisted on picking up to place gently in your hand, usually cold and nonchalantly golden eyes filled this time with what only you could describe as adoration.

How could he not adore and admire every surprised look you gave every time you found a gift? Usually expensive but still was what he knew what you liked.

You took your time to count the roses before gasping with a smile, noticing that the number of roses he gave it to you was exactly the numner of your age, the last one being not a red usual rose, but a golden one.

"Kai oh my gosh..." you burried your face in the roses you holded in one hand as he smirked down at seing the faint blush.

You followed ths string to the balcony and arched a eyebrow at seing that this waz end of it and... there was nothing.

"Uh?" You tilted your head in confusion, still trying t hold the roses and the huge amount of gifts in your hands.

He lifted one of his fingers up while looking down at his wristwatch.

You went to ask again before you yelped at the sound of fireworks with your favorite colors.

Your jaw almost hitted the floor as you stared up at a very smug Chisaki. Or for the fact that you had clinged on his clothed arm for comfort or for your shocked expression you didn't knew...

"Kai you're going to bring the Shie Hassaikai to bankruptcy! Dear god, how much did you expend only today?!" You exclaimed as he only stared you down, blinking once.

He picked one strand of your hair and placed gently behind your ear, his gloved hand never leaving your cheek as the other messed around on his pocket.

"I never once was attracted to such stupid things, but I thought you might like this one my angel." You laughed desperately, you were receiving more gifts today than you ever receives on your whole life and you were panicking at this point.

"Close your eyes for a second." He muttered and you complied to his demand, shivering at feeling the slight brush of his gloved fingers on your neck as he placed what seemed like a necklace.

"Open them now." He said monotonously before you oppened them with a shocked gasp.

It wasn't one of the many expensive necklaces and other jewelries that he bought for you, no, this time was actually a beautiful simble of the yang, outlined by golden (of fucking course...) as you picked it with delicate fingers to see it from behind the name of your boyfriend writen on it.

His real name.

You look up at him woth wide eyes and confused eyes but a trembling smile growing on your lips.

He pushed down his mask with one hand as he showed the yin on his neck withe the other, hidden underneath his clothing, before turning it around to show your name writen on it.

"I always insist on telling you and the others that you are the purest and brightest thing that ever crossed my eyes, my dearest angel. This will not only show us how perfect we are combined, despite our differences, but the names writen on it tells us who exactly we belong to." He took one step closer before asking with his eyes if he could pick your own colar for a a minute.

You nodded while trembling holding the pingent to him, with a faint 'click' he connected bot of them, forming the complete yingyang symbol.

You felt tears forming into your eyes as you placed one quivering hand on your mouth.

"Happy birthday my dear." He look up and mentally flinched at seing the tears in your eyes.

Shit. Did he missed something? Didn't you like it?

"Kai Chisaki I know you're very opposed to touch but I swear that if I dont kiss and hug you right now I might combust." You said between nervous giggles.

His shoulders sagged in relief and annoyance at the scare you just gave it to him before he smoothly wrapped one arm around your waisg as his hand pushed your neck to crash your lips with his.

Tears of joy... despite hating to see his angel cry, this was at least a good sign.

"The best present I ever received in my whole life..." you whispered looking deep into his eyes as he arched one eyebrow.

"A simple necklace? Seriously?" You giggled af his annoyed yet monotonous tone of voice before shooking your head.

"Negative. Having you, my handsome devil, in my life. Thank you so much my love Kai..."

You could have screamed in awe at catching the blush dusting slowly on his cheeks, since he wasn't wearing a mask at that moment, but even before you could have any reaction he immediately pushed his mask back up and pushed you to crash on his chest with a scoff.

Ha! You made Chisaki Kai embarrassed! You deserve a reward for that!

Bonus:

"There's more?!" You asked between giggles as he walked with you, one hlived hand on your lower back, guiding you to the room he expended hours on the early morning.

"Not much, but I might have ordered a few of your favorite appetizers and a cake."

"... Imprissed but yet not entirely?" You giggled before yelping cutely at him flipping your forehead slightly.

"I just hope that those two idiots haven't done any-... What in all hell happened in here?" He asked, wrath already expredding on his blood system as he pointed to a frozen Tabe on the ground being dragged by Setsuno and Hojo, apologizing endless as they made their way out.

"THEy DiDn'T ToUCh AnYThInG!" Mimic yelled in defence as he pointed at the somehow still clean table... different frkm himself and Kurono who seemed devasted.

"We tried to calm him down but at one point I had to use my quirk... also congrats (Y/N)." Kurno said, purely exausted as him and Mimic sitted on the floor with a sigh.

Chisaki's eye twitched at that while you awned and thanked Chrono.

"You two are okay though?" You asked worriedly, going to crounch down if it wasn't for your boyfriend's look and hand preventing you to do it.

"You never saw that man when he listens to the fucking word 'eat' chick..."

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