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lady-protector · 1 year ago

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and that's a wrap on my tarot series! the upright majors, at least. there may be others sometime in the future if I am seized by a combination of insanity and hyperfixation once again.

you might notice a few cards are a bit (or in the case of the fool and alternate chariot, a lot) different! I did a few retakes for consistency/style.

below the read more I've included a bunch of notes about symbolism and reasoning behind my choices if that interests you!

(tag for individual card posts)

0. The Fool: Ardbert was really the only choice for this one. He's our stand-in, our shard, our mirror. Feo Ul is included partially because of lore (they are my co-WoL's shard on the First) and also because they also fit the themes of adventure and new beginnings and exploration. Most of the cards I played pretty loose on the posing vs traditional depictions, but this one I wanted to hew a little closer, which is why he's on a cliff with a foot hanging over the edge a bit, with his axe standing in for the bindle. This is my second attempt at the card -- the first was in Il Mheg, but I moved it to Kholusia (Ardbert's home) and dawn to more closely symbolize that it's the beginning of something. Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 8/10, posing Feo Ul was annoying.

1. The Magician: This card could have had several subjects, chief among them Alphinaud or a more modern G'raha, but I settled on Alisaie a) because the other two cards I had in mind for her (Chariot and Justice) were already taken, and b) the card's focus on physical magic and depicting the "tools of the trade" reminded me a lot of Angelo's creation! So that's why she's here, and why I set the card in Matoya's Relict, among the tools of magicians who came before (Matoya, Y'shtola). I retook the shot because I was unsatisfied with the blurriness/the way the light covered her face in the first one. Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 5/10, simple pose but working with Impact's spell effect complicated things.

2. The High Priestess: Another that I never questioned who would appear on it. Y'shtola's arc is entirely about uncovering forbidden, secret knowledge and wisdom, so she fits beautifully. The blue-white orb and the purple staff depict duality between dark and light, and how Y'shtola walks in two worlds, seeing things that are beyond sight, standing before an altar/holy place to the Night's Blessed. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 2/10. Premade pose, knew where I wanted to place her -- the only thing was finding a prop for her off hand.

3. The Empress: Hoo boy did Minfi give me some trouble. I knew that I wanted our Antecedent, who provides both authority and care for the Scions, to represent the Empress, but I struggled to find a depiction that wasn't, well, boring. Minfilia is deeply linked with the Solar, and I didn't want to lean too hard into Word of the Mother/Hydaelyn territory, so I settled on a triple goddess-like idea. Attempts: 3. Difficulty: 6/10. Not mechanically difficult, just conceptually.

4. The Emperor: Another one that I knew who I wanted but struggled with the concept. Haurchefant is very much emblematic of the stability, structure, and masculinity provided by the Emperor, but it wasn't until I decided to add his equally-Emperor-coded father that things settled into place. Together, Edmont and Haurchefant evoke the image of father and son as well as king and knight, filling both major male authority roles that the Emperor exemplifies. Attempts: 4. Difficulty: 6/10. Same as the Empress.

5. The Hierophant: this one was one of the hardest to choose a subject for -- the WoL's allies are largely a bunch of revolutionary firebrands, and I disagree HEAVILY with the popular choice of placing Aymeric here. So I landed on Alphinaud -- out of the Scions, he is the one most concerned with tradition and the "right" way to do things, with formal education and structure. He wants to bring Sharlayan into the modern day, not upend the institutions that raised him and that he very much still respects, much like how he still respects his very traditionally Hierophant-coded father. So I placed him in his family home with a sort of smug look since he can be a pretentious little shit sometimes (affectionate). The spell effect is from Kardia, and I paid special attention to having the shapes align perfectly with the lines in the background, to give a sense of stability and order to the shot, especially contrasted with Alisaie's more dynamic and chaotic depiction. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 4/10, entirely in alignment.

6. The Lovers: Hrasevelgr and Saint Shiva are a great choice for depicting the Lovers as two people, but no one does the Lovers in one subject better than Ysayle. Invoking the spirit of a woman who died for love in order to bring harmony to her people, but it truly being her own power and her own choice the whole time... it's great. Her pose is her transformation/summoning pose, turned into a gesture of affection, which I was particularly proud of. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 3/10, posing monsters is always a little funky.

7. The Chariot: This one has two options -- my co-WoL, Marz, and Tataru/Cid/Nero for the NPC variant. All 4 characters share a singular drive and refusal to let anything stop them once they've set their mind to something, and the 3 NPCs have the added benefit of being associated with a literal "chariot" in the form of airship design. Marz's place on Shadowkeeper has some lore associations (Cylva is her shard on the 13th) as well as being a void mirror to Kaede's sin eater shot. For both I wanted to have dynamic poses to evoke the activity of the card. Attempts: 1 (Marz), 2 (NPCs). Difficulty: 3/10 for both, no major hurdles once the lovely @/karoiseka pointed me at an airship in NG+.

8. Justice: The heart of the Justice card is its emphasis on truth, and no character in FFXIV is more committed to truth even in the face of great suffering than Aymeric de Borel. Because of this, the shot is taken at the top of the Vault, where he confronted his father over his concealment of the truth of the Dragonsong War. The card is usually depicted with a woman holding a sword and balanced scales -- Aymeric is holding his sword in a pose used in statues in the Pillars, and the symmetry of the shot/light and shadow split down the middle is meant to give the feeling of balance. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 1/10. I knew my concept, location, and shader before I even went in, and it came out exactly like I wanted.

9. The Hermit: Originally I had Urianger for this card, who still fits well, but when I moved him to Wheel of Fortune, there was a clear second choice: The Exarch. He even resembles the Hermit, with his cloak and staff, holding himself in isolation and possessing secret knowledge with which he guides the party. G'raha has grown out of this role as of Endwalker, but the Exarch fits it to a tee. I wanted to show his longing to return through his body language and reaching out for the portal that shows him the world he is set apart from. Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 4/10. Nothing major but did have to do two entirely separate cards lmao.

10. The Wheel of Fortune: The one I struggled with the most, conceptually. At first I had a more abstract choice, with the 3 starting city state leaders and Tataru, in a sort of "fate leads to the Scions" idea. But then I remembered that Urianger is a fortune teller who uses a wheel-like weapon with a literal wheel of cards, and, well. Yeah. The man is intimately associated with fate and choice, and the choice to place him on the moon is intentional, to separate him from his more secretive depictions in HW/ShB. He is the one who prepares our second option (flight) while giving us the choice to make our first (fight). Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 7/10. He's up on a high ledge that's not normally accessible and that's always a pain in the ass.

11. Strength: The one that started it all. The original shot of Kaede contained some layer elements I wasn't happy with so I ended up retaking it to better cohere with the others. Strength is about confidence and inner strength "leashing" power, symbolized by the woman and the tamed lion, and there's exactly one good lion model in XIV -- Forgiven Cruelty. It also has the fun side meaning of Kaede conquering and wielding the light that almost killed her. For Moenbryda's, I went with something simple -- her axe to symbolize her strength, but with her archon mark and the Sharlayan Thaliak statue prominently featured, emphasizing her intelligence. Attempts: 2 (Kaede), 1 (Moenbryda). Difficulty: 6/10. Kaede's was straightforward enough (though I had to wait an annoyingly long time for the sky to shift colors correctly), but Moenbryda's involved me floating her up on a building so i could get Thaliak in the shot correctly.

12. The Hanged Man: Holy moly this one was a PAIN IN THE ASS. I knew from the minute I started this what I wanted to do with it -- Lahabrea holding Thancred's ankle as he reaches for Minfilia. The Hanged Man is one that I felt it was especially important to mimic the iconic pose on the card, and this was how I decided to do it, but it took me over an hour and a half to accomplish. Anyway, the Zodiark idol stands in for the Tree of Life, which I really liked. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 10/10. Absolutely infuriating to have to pose 3 actors in three dimensional space like that.

13. Death: I only ever considered Estinien for this card. It stands for transformation and change, for shedding the old to make way for the new, and I chose to depict that by having his old corrupted drachen mail posed behind him like a shadow or an abandoned husk. He has left the hate and the rage behind, but the helmet is meant to symbolize that he always remembers it, and carries it with him so that he can do better. His lance is also vaguely reminiscent of the traditional Death scythe. That spot in Coerthas is where he challenges you in the early DRG quests while controlled by Nidhogg, as well as being just visually striking. Attempts: 1, but it took a while. Difficulty: 9/10. The ground is very much not flat, the helmet is on a minion, and I had to change angles and locations a few times.

14. Temperance: I briefly considered Hythlodaeus here, but Krile fits very well. Calm, competent, but unsure of her own worth. I chose Eureka Hydatos both for its importance to Krile as well as its easily accessible water -- instead of pouring from a cup, Krile is looking at her reflection. This one came together so quickly and easily. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 1/10. In and out of Eureka in less than 20 minutes.

15. The Tower: Originally, before I reshuffled, G'raha was going to be the Tower simply because I didn't know where to put him, and I couldn't think of an ally who is ultimately a destructive force, but it always bothered me because he truly didn't fit. Meteion, though -- despite her innocence and unwillingness, is THE destructive force within Endwalker's story. This card had the highest hurdles -- I had to get 7 friends to help me queue for Endsinger and then leave, and I almost couldn't get my tools to load Meteion in properly. After that it was smooth sailing, however. I used the whole lockout timer, but this was only the 4th shot I took, and it's one of my personal favorites. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 4/10, purely for queuing.

16. The Devil: Addiction, obsession, and control -- Zenos was the only answer for this card. I included Zero as well, despite intending this to be a primarily 6.0 and earlier set, to represent the humans bound in chains to the Devil, using the way she's pinned between Zenos and the scythe to symbolize that she's trapped. Afterward I realized this exact shot and character choice would have also worked quite well for the Tower, as well, but I ultimately prefer the Devil for him. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 3/10. Came together surprisingly easily, despite the fact that I had to make Zero's hat touch pose myself.

17. The Star: Symbolizing hope and new life, I can think of no one better suited than Ryne and the Empty. Ryne herself was given her own new life when Minfilia passed on her power, and the ability to make her own destiny -- and she used that power to revitalize a barren wasteland. My first version of this shot had a photoshopped in central star, but I decided to revisit the concept with an in game effect for the star instead. Helios provided what I needed, with the fun extra benefit of some additional rainbows (happy pride!). Attempts: 3. Difficulty: 3/10. Nothing crazy beyond trying to find a good angle to get the star in the shot, as well as Eden and the rainbow crystal. Second attempt I messed up the framing and had to redo it again.

18. The Moon: The card of dreams, fear, anxiety, and secrets, Gaia is perfect here (and a lovely companion to Ryne as the Star), though I did briefly consider Urianger as well. I wanted to have Gaia on the sand, with the moon hanging between the crystal walls of the Empty above her, but the angles would NOT cooperate to allow me to get the moon in the shot. So, levitation was the only answer. Fortunately it suits Gaia well, especially the distance that it evokes. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 6/10. I hate midair posing.

19. The Sun: Another card that sprang fully formed into my mind. Joy and fulfillment is symbolized by Lyse enjoying the morning light in a free Ala Mhigo, thinking of Papalymo. It also allowed me to get both of these very different characters into a single card, as they are very much a package deal, though I did consider Papalymo for the Hierophant as well. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 2/10. Came together very quickly.

20. Judgement: The last two cards of the Major Arcana are very high concept, with very lofty ideals, so they felt hard to pin down. I thought of doing both my WoLs here, or maybe Elidibus with his three forms for light, dark, and balance. But ultimately I ended up on Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus, as the sort of "final judgement" before the battle with the endsinger, the last step before everything ends. Their literal rebirth, the resolution of Emet-Selch's conflict with the WoL, the not-redemption but understanding reached, our efforts judged worthy -- it all just seemed to fit. The card design is simple but I hope the colors and emotion of the scene carry the weight of the arcana. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 2/10. No major roadblocks.

21. The World: At last we arrive at the end, not only the last posted but the last taken as well. I always knew I wanted Venat/Hydaelyn for this card, as she is the literal heart of our world, as well as an Azem who has reached the end of her journey, as Ardbert was one who was at the beginning of his all the way back at the Fool. But when I didn't use Elidibus anywhere else, I decided to add him here as well, since he also served as the heart of the star for a time. Light and dark united together, watching over Etheirys. The one who destroyed our world in order to save it, and the one who saved our world only to try to destroy it. Perfect symmetry, a completion of the circle. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 9/10. I had to stitch together 3 separate screenshots in photoshop, with the fore and backgrounds cut apart so I could control the opacities separately. Probably the card that took me the longest, but it was worth it.

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cozycottagetarot · 8 months ago

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How They Show Their Love & Affection

This reading is for entertainment purposes only! Take only what resonates be it all, some or none! ✨

PILE 1

I feel like your person is such a romantic. They genuinely want you to feel loved and believe it wholeheartedly. You can practically sense their love—they want you to feel like you're absolutely blessed and gifted in this lifetime when you're with them. I really get the sense that your person embodies certain love languages strongly. Gift-giving and acts of service could be their primary love language.

They want to make you feel like you're living a luxurious life, defined by whatever "luxury" means to you. They're the kind of person who would buy flowers for you, just because. They'd go for a walk and hold your hand which may feel a bit cliche. with you—simple, sweet moments like that mean a lot to them. If there’s something practical, like bugs in your home that need dealing with, they’d step in and handle it for you without hesitation.

They’re very romantic, both in the classical sense and in a way that's unique to how the two of you define romance. There’s also this cheerleader vibe—they’ll always be in your corner, supporting you and encouraging you.

They’d take time out of their day just to be with you, even if it’s something quick, like grabbing coffee or tea together for five minutes. They’re the kind of person who appreciates those little moments and stitches them into something meaningful.

They’d also plan thoughtful surprises for you. If surprises aren’t your thing, they’d still do spontaneous, kind gestures to show their love. If you asked, “What’s the occasion?” they’d simply say, “Just because” or “Just because I love you.” That’s their energy—always looking for ways to make you feel special.

I get the feeling they want to be your knight in shining armor. Anytime you need them, they’ll be there. You can absolutely count on them, 100%.

PILE 2

I'm getting the sense that your person is the strong, silent type. You may be someone who has either struggled mentally or faced a lot of hardships and difficult events in your life. Because of this, your person’s primary love language is to show up for you and be there, offering unwavering support to help you navigate those challenges.

I feel like quality time and words of affirmation are the love languages they most naturally express. They’ll use these to offer you love and support.

They’re the kind of person who will help you see new perspectives, guiding you out of your head and pushing you to grow into your best self. At the same time, they’ll also be there to comfort you, offering a sense of safety and reassurance. Even when life feels overwhelming, they’ll remind you that you don’t have to face it all alone.

They’re going to help you break free from anything that’s holding you back—be it limiting beliefs, unhealthy habits, or challenging relationships. They’ll stand by you as you work through those obstacles, and they’ll support you in fostering healthier connections with others.

When life feels like it’s falling apart, they’ll be right there, holding your hand every step of the way. They’ll also help you rebuild, piece by piece, until you’re standing on solid ground again.

On top of all that, they’re a deeply loving and nurturing partner. Whatever you need—mentally, emotionally, or physically—they won’t hesitate to provide. They want to see you thrive, and they’ll go out of their way to make that happen.

PILE 3

In comparison to Pile 1, where that person was more outspoken about their love, your person seems to love you deeply in their mind, though they might not express it as openly. They could just be a quieter person, or maybe they're more reserved in how they show their affection.

The sense I’m getting is that you’re your person’s muse—they genuinely want you to be happy. Because of this, I feel like quality time is probably the main way they express their love. However, they might always be on the move and have a lot going on in their life, so when they do make time for you, it’s their way of showing you how much you mean to them.

They try to connect with you emotionally, which leads me to think words of affirmation might also be a love language they lean toward. They’ll offer support and encouragement, letting you know how much you mean to them through their words.

There’s also a subtle, gentle touch to their affection, though they may not be overly physical. They may not be a super touchy-feely person, but they show their care in ways that feel warm and comforting.

They seem like the type to take you on dates where you can either learn something new or experience something beautiful together. I get the sense that they’re very creative, perhaps an artist or someone with a deep appreciation for art, and that creative energy is something they bring into your relationship.

Their passion will likely show more in the experiences you share together rather than grand declarations or intense gestures. They value those shared moments and want to create lasting memories with you.

In terms of love languages, they’ll likely try to be fair and give you a balanced experience. While quality time might be their favorite, they’ll also try to meet you where you are and love you in the ways that resonate most with you. They won’t limit themselves to just one way of expressing love—they’ll try to cater to your preferences.

I also get the feeling that they favor experiences over material gifts. Rather than buying things, they’d rather create meaningful moments with you.

Ultimately, the main thing here is that they just want to spend time with you—quality time is the consistent theme that keeps coming through.

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cheriecelestial · 5 months ago

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IM CURRENTLY READING ANGEL AND OMGGG IM SO OBSSESSED WITH UR WRITING IT IS AMAZING!!! <333

I saw your requests are open and was wondering if you could do a oneshot of AK!Jason Todd (Arkham Knight) x reader, maybe like if reader tried escaping or running to Batman for protection and you knowww he'd be so pissed off maybe Jason saying smth like "BATMAN?! He can't protect you! He never protected me and left me for dead! Only I can protect you! Don't you understand?!" Also with some Yandere themes I just feel like there is sooo much potential with that version of JT because he's so crazy and unhinged and hot!!

Only me

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Yandere!AK x fem!reader

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ angst. dubcon. noncon kissing. implied noncon. captivity. SA. mindbreak. canon typical violence. yandere themes. darker themes. minor character death. jason is a meanie.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make this a smut or not and ultimately decided not to. But anon thank you for the request. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you like it. And like always Comment, Reblog and Like (☆≧▽^)

Day after day, night after night, Y/N sat in the dimly lit bedroom, the cold, unyielding chain around her ankle a constant reminder of her captivity. The metal links clinked softly as she tugged at them, over and over, her hands raw and her spirit weary but unbroken. She had been patient, calculating, biding her time as she worked the chain against the bedpost, each pull weakening the metal until, finally, one link gave way. It was a small victory, but it was enough. Freedom was no longer an abstract dream—it was a plan, and she was ready to see it through.

Every afternoon, like clockwork, the maid arrived at exactly 2 p.m. and left at 5 p.m. sharp. Y/N had observed her routine for weeks, memorizing every detail. The woman was quiet, efficient, and—most importantly—unsuspecting. She was Y/N's only lifeline to the outside world, her only chance at escape. A pang of guilt flickered in Y/N's chest at the thought of what she was about to do, but it was quickly smothered by the memory of everything she had endured.

The Arkham Knight—Jason Todd—had taken everything from her. After slaughtering every man who had worked for her father, Black Mask, Jason had decided that she, Black Mask's daughter, would be his ultimate prize. His spoils of war. His perfect accessory. His toy. His pet. To Y/N, it was a fate worse than death. She had become his refuge, the place he returned to every night, forcing her to bear the weight of his emotions in whatever way he chose to express them. She hated it—hated his touch, hated the way his eyes shifted from longing to unbridled rage in an instant, hated him. All of him.

But now, she had a plan. And she wasn't going to let anything—or anyone—stop her.

As the clock struck 2 p.m., the door creaked open, and the maid stepped inside, her presence as quiet and unassuming as always. Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself.

“Can you get me a glass of water?” she asked softly, her eyes downcast. She made sure to appear as broken and helpless as possible, knowing it would tug at the maid’s sympathy. The woman looked at her with pity but said nothing. Jason had made it clear that no one was allowed to speak to her, to even look at her. Like a possessive, jealous child, he would kill anyone who dared to lay eyes on what he considered “his.”

But Y/N wasn't his. Not anymore.

The maid nodded silently and turned to fetch the water. Y/N's heart raced as she watched her go. This was it. Her chance to escape. To reclaim her life.

And she wasn't going to waste it.

The maid reached for the plastic jug and glass—plastic, because after Y/N had nicked Jason with a shard of glass during one of their first nights together, he'd made sure to remove anything she could weaponize. The moment the maid handed her the glass, Y/N lunged. Her hands wrapped around the woman's throat, cutting off any chance of a scream. The maid thrashed, her eyes wide with panic, but Y/N held firm, her grip unrelenting until the woman's struggles weakened, and she slumped to the floor, dead.

Y/N's chest heaved as she released the maid, her hands trembling but her resolve steady. She turned to the chain around her ankle, tugging at it with all her strength. The weakened link finally gave way, the metal snapping with a sharp clink. After two hundred and forty-two days of captivity of enduring Jason's nightly torment, she was free.

She moved quickly, stripping the maid of her clothes and replacing them with her own. Guilt flickered in her chest as she pulled on the maid's uniform, but it was nothing compared to the relief of shedding the outfits Jason had chosen for her—garish, revealing things she would never have worn by choice. Once the maid was dressed in her place, Y/N dragged the deceased woman onto the bed, tucking her under the covers to buy herself more time.

At exactly five o'clock, Y/N slipped out of the room, her footsteps light and deliberate as she tip-toed through the penthouse. She rarely saw much of it; Jason only unchained her when he felt like it, and even then, he never let her out of his sight. But she remembered the layout well enough. The living room, the hallway, the door—it was all etched into her mind from the few times she'd been allowed to wander.

One thing worked in her favor: the maid was always brought in and out with a black bag over her head, a precaution to keep the penthouse's location a secret. Y/N used that very loophole to her advantage. She waited by the door, her heart pounding, until she heard the familiar footsteps of the guard approaching.

The man didn’t recognize her. Why would he? Low-level goons were only tasked with ensuring the “woman in the penthouse” didn’t escape. They had no idea what she looked like. Without a word, the guard placed the bag over her head and led her out. Y/N’s nerves were alight with fear and anticipation as she was guided into a car, the bag blocking her vision but not her determination.

As the car started moving, her mind raced. What if Jason had already figured it out? He was no fool, and it was only a matter of time before he realized she was gone. But for now, she was free. And she wasn't going to waste this chance.

The car rumbled along the uneven streets of Gotham, each bump and turn making Y/N's heart race faster. The black bag over her head was suffocating, but she forced herself to stay calm, to focus on the sounds around her. The hum of the engine, the occasional honk of a horn, the distant wail of a siren—it all told her one thing: she was getting farther away from the penthouse. Farther away from him.

But freedom wasn't guaranteed yet. Jason was relentless, and if he discovered her escape before she could disappear into the chaos of Gotham, he would stop at nothing to find her. She had to move quickly, to vanish before he even realized she was gone.

The car came to a stop, and Y/N's breath hitched. She heard the driver's door open and close, followed by footsteps approaching her side. The door swung open, and a gruff voice said, “Out.”

She obeyed, stepping out of the car with her hands clenched into fists to keep them from shaking. The guard gripped her arm, leading her forward. She could hear the faint sound of voices, the clatter of dishes, the hum of a busy street. They were in the city, somewhere public. This was her chance.

The guard stopped walking, and Y/N felt him fumbling with something—likely the bag over her head. She didn't wait for him to remove it. In one swift motion, she drove her elbow into his stomach, catching him off guard. He grunted, his grip on her arm loosening, and she twisted free, tearing the bag off her head.

The sudden burst of light blinded her for a moment, but she didn't stop. She ran, weaving through the crowded sidewalk, her heart pounding in her ears. Behind her, she heard the guard shouting, but she didn't look back. She couldn't.

Gotham's streets were a maze of chaos, and Y/N used that to her advantage. She ducked into an alley, then another, her feet carrying her as far and as fast as they could. She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to get away.

Finally, she stumbled into a dimly lit subway station, her chest heaving as she leaned against a wall to catch her breath. She glanced around, her eyes darting from face to face, searching for any sign of Jason or his men. But there was nothing. Just the usual crowd of Gothamites, oblivious to her plight.

She bought a ticket with the few dollars she'd taken from the maid's pocket and boarded the next train, sinking into a seat as the doors closed behind her. The train lurched forward, and for the first time in months, Y/N allowed herself to breathe.

But the relief was short-lived. Jason would come for her. She knew he would. He had made it clear that she belonged to him, and he wasn't the type to let go of what he considered his.

As the train hurtled through the dark tunnels, Y/N's thoughts spiraled. She needed a plan, and fast. She had to disappear, to become someone Jason could never find. But how? Gotham was his city, his kingdom, and his eyes were everywhere. There was no corner of this place he didn't control, no shadow deep enough to hide her forever.

She got off at the next station, closer to the heart of the city. She knew exactly where she had to go. There was only one person who could protect her now, only one man who stood a chance against Jason Todd.

The Batman.

Jason's father. His mentor. His greatest enemy.

Y/N had been around Jason long enough to know the depth of his hatred for the Dark Knight. It was personal, all-consuming, and violent. As the daughter of a villain, she didn't expect much sympathy from Batman. But as a victim of Jason's obsession? Maybe, just maybe, he'd listen. She knew Batman was already hunting the Arkham Knight. If she could reach him, if she could buy herself enough time, she might finally escape this nightmare for good.

She stepped off the subway platform and hurried toward the exit, her heart pounding with every step. The rain outside was relentless, pouring down in sheets, turning the Gotham skyline into a blur of neon and shadows. She barely noticed. Her focus was singular: get to the GCPD. Get to Gordon. Get to Batman.

But then she heard it—a gruff voice cutting through the noise of the rain.

“There! Stop her!”

Jason's men. They'd found her.

Panic surged through her veins as she broke into a run, her feet slamming against the slick pavement. The rain soaked through her clothes, the cold biting into her skin, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop. Not now. Not when she was so close.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel him—Jason. His presence was like a shadow, always looming, always watching. Even when he wasn't there, she could feel the weight of his gaze, the burning intensity of his obsession.

But she couldn't let him win. Not this time.

Through the downpour, she saw it: the Bat-Signal, its iconic symbol glowing faintly against the stormy sky. It was her beacon, her North Star. She knew what it meant. Batman was here. He was close.

The GCPD headquarters loomed in the distance, its lights cutting through the rain-soaked darkness. If she could just reach Commissioner Gordon, if she could just get to Batman, maybe—maybe—she'd have a chance. She pushed herself harder, her legs burning, her lungs screaming for air. Every step felt like a battle, but she couldn't stop. She was so close.

But then, a shadow stepped into her path.

“Hey there, missy,” a voice drawled, low and sleazy. From the silhouette, she knew it wasn't him—not Jason. Just some low-life thug, the kind who wouldn't have dared to even glance in her direction when her father was alive. Her face twisted in disgust, but she didn't have time for this. She turned to run the other way, only to find another man blocking her escape.

“Ain’t she gorgeous?” the second one sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

“Stay back!” Y/N warned, raising her fists. Her father had kept her sheltered, pristine, and untouched by the filth of Gotham's streets—not out of love, but because she was his most prized possession, a bargaining chip to be sold to the highest bidder. But she was done being someone's property. Despite her sheltered upbringing, she had taught herself basic self-defense. She wasn't going down without a fight.

“Don’t even try, sugar,” the first man said, pulling a pocketknife from his jacket. Y/N's heart sank. Her only option was to run. She turned to bolt, but the second man grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron. She squirmed and kicked, but it was no use.

The one with the knife stepped closer, the blade glinting in the dim light. “Would be a waste to kill her right away,” he said, his voice sickeningly casual. “Not every day you see a face this pretty on the streets.”

“Damn straight,” the other agreed, his breath hot and foul against her ear. “I can think of a thing or two to do with her.”

“No! Help! Please, somebody help!” Y/N screamed, her voice raw with desperation.

“Shut up!” the man barked, clamping a hand over her mouth. Without thinking, Y/N bit down hard, her teeth sinking into his palm. He yelped and jerked his hand away, his face contorted with rage. “You stupid cunt!” he snarled, slapping her across the face.

The blow sent her reeling, her ears ringing and her vision swimming. She felt their hands on her, rough and invasive, and heard the sickening sound of fabric tearing as the knife sliced through her dress. Her stomach churned. Is this how I die?

Her eyes drifted upward, toward the sky. The Bat-Signal burned bright, closer than ever. The GCPD was just around the block. The realization sparked something in her—a surge of adrenaline, a flicker of hope.

With a sudden burst of strength, she twisted free from the man's grip and drove her fist into his face. It wasn't a perfect hit, but it was enough to make him stagger. She spun around and kicked the other man between the legs, her blow weaker than she wanted but still effective. He doubled over with a grunt, giving her the precious seconds she needed.

She didn't look back. She ran, her legs carrying her as fast as they could, her heart pounding in her chest. The GCPD was so close. Batman was so close.

But they were quick to catch her, and relentless in their pursuit. She felt the fabric of her dress tear further, the cold air biting at her exposed skin. "No, please!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as she begged, their hands groping and violating every inch of her they could reach. Desperation clawed at her chest, and before she could stop herself, words spilled from her lips—words she never thought she'd say.

“Jason! Help me, please!”

It was a plea born of sheer terror, a cry for the one person who, despite his flaws, his violence, his obsession, had always ensured she was safe. When she was locked away in his penthouse, she knew no harm could touch her. It was a twisted kind of security, one that now felt like a curse.

And then, as if summoned by her cry, a gunshot rang out.

The bullet tore through the air, striking the first man in the head. Blood and brain matter sprayed across Y/N's face, and she froze, a mix of horror and relief washing over her. In the chaos of fighting for her life, she hadn't noticed that Jason's men, who had been chasing her since the subway station, had suddenly vanished. Now, she knew why.

The Arkham Knight dropped from a nearby rooftop, landing with practiced ease. The gravel crunched under his boots as he strode toward her, his expression unreadable behind the cold, menacing mask. Y/N stood paralyzed, her breath caught in her throat, as the second man scrambled backward, his voice trembling with fear.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know she was—”

Another gunshot cut him off mid-sentence, the bullet finding its mark with deadly precision. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Jason didn't even flinch. He holstered his gun, his focus entirely on Y/N. The rain poured down around them, the sound of it mingling with the distant hum of the city. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his silence more terrifying than any words.

Y/N stood there, drenched and shaking, her face streaked with blood and tears. She didn't know whether to feel relief or dread. Jason had saved her, but at what cost? She was back in his grasp, and she knew there would be no escaping him again.

The Arkham Knight stopped just inches from her, his masked face tilting slightly as he studied her. Then, without a word, he reached out, his gloved hand brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. The gesture was almost tender, but it sent a shiver down her spine.

“You called for me,” he said finally, his voice low and rough, almost disbelieving. “You called for me.”

Y/N couldn't speak. She didn't know what to say. She had called for him, and he had come. But now, as he stood there, his presence suffocating and his grip on her life tightening once more, she realized the truth: there was no escaping him.

Jason Todd.

The Arkham Knight.

He had warned her. He had told her not to run, not to try to leave him. But she had. She had foolishly thought she could escape, that she could find safety with Batman. She had thought the Dark Knight could protect her.

Tears began to fall, streaming down her face, and soon they turned into uncontrollable sobs. Jason pulled her into an embrace, his arms wrapping around her like a vice and pulled his helmet off with a click. It was the kind of embrace a hero might give his damsel in distress after saving her. But Jason was no hero. He was a villain, through and through.

“Please,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “Please, Jason. Let me go.”

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, her body shivering from the cold and the shock. She was barely clothed, vulnerable, and broken. For a moment, Jason almost felt a flicker of pity for her. Almost.

“You broke the rules, sweetheart,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “But I’ll admit, I’m impressed. Killing the maid so ruthlessly. You almost pulled it off.”

Y/N froze at the venom in his tone, the raw anger that seemed to radiate from him. His grip on her arm tightened painfully, and she winced, but she refused to cry out. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

“You think running to Batman will save you? Batman can't protect you,” Jason snarled, his face inches from hers. His eyes burned with a fury that made her stomach churn. “He can't protect anyone! He left me for dead, remember? He doesn't care about you. He doesn't love you. Not like I do.”

His words cut through her like a knife, each one a reminder of the twisted reality she was trapped in. She wanted to argue, to scream, to fight back, but she was too exhausted, too broken.

“You don't love me,” her voice was barely audible over the sound of the rain. “This isn't love. This is obsession.”

For a moment, Jason just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he slammed her against the alley wall, his body pressing into hers, trapping her. His hands framed her face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the anger burning in his eyes.

“Then what is love, Y/N?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

Y/N hesitated. Love? She had never truly known it. Her life had been a series of transactions—lust, respect, fear. She had never fallen in love, never been loved in return. “I don't know,” she admitted, her fists involuntarily tightening around the fabric of his suit.

“You don't get it, do you?” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I'm the only one who can protect you. The only one who will. Batman? He's a myth. A symbol. But me? I'm real. I'm here. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means locking you away where no one can ever hurt you again.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Jason, please..”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “No more running. No more trying to leave me. You're mine. And I'm not letting you go. Not ever.”

Before she could respond, his lips crashed down on hers, the kiss fierce and possessive. She tried to push him away, but he only deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the desperation in his touch, the raw, unrelenting fear of losing her that drove him to this madness.

When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless, the air between them heavy with tension. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged, his presence overwhelming.

“Now let me show you my love,” his voice a low, dangerous promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

His grip tightened on her waist, the rough material of his gloves digging into her exposed skin. Y/N's breath hitched as Jason's hands moved with purpose, his touch both possessive and deliberate. The rain continued to pour around them, soaking through what little clothing she had left, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the heat of his body, the way his presence seemed to swallow her whole.

Jason used his knee to part her legs, his movements deliberate and possessive.

“Jason, please...” she whispered, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Shhh, it's okay, darling,” he murmured against her lips, his voice deceptively soft, almost soothing. But there was no mistaking the intensity in his touch, the unyielding determination in his actions.

He wasn't asking. He wasn't giving her a choice.

“Let me go...” she spoke again, her voice more broken than ever, but he silenced her with another kiss, this one deeper, more demanding. His hands roamed her body, mapping every curve as if he were memorizing her, claiming her.

She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. The heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, the way he seemed to know exactly how to unravel her—it was too much. She felt herself weakening, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his obsession.

“Don't you understand?” he growled against her lips, leaving no room for argument, “I can't lose you. Not you too.”

She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if there was anything she could say. Because deep down, a part of she understood. A part of her saw the broken man beneath the armor, the boy who had been abandoned and left to die. The boy who had to claw his way back to life.

And as much as she wanted to hate him, as much as she wanted to run, she couldn't. Because now she knew, no matter how far she went, he would always find her.

“Mine. Mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to love.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, but before she could resist any further, he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the cold, wet wall of the alley. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he leaned in, his breath hot against her neck.

“You called for me,” he repeated, his lips brushing against her skin. “You called for me. That means something, Y/N. It means you know deep down that I'm the only one who can keep you safe. The only one who truly understands you.”

Her breath hitched, her mind racing. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, another thought surfaced, sharp and accusing.

“You heard me,” she said, feeling the stab of betrayal in her stomach. “That means you were watching. You let them touch me. Why?”

Jason stilled, his grip on her tightening almost imperceptibly. For a moment, he said nothing, his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze.

“I wanted you to see,” he said, his voice low and steady, each word deliberate, cutting through the rain and the chaos like a blade. “What happens when you try to leave me. What happens when you think you don't need me. Those men?” He gestured vaguely toward the bodies lying motionless in the alley, his tone dripping with disdain. “They're nothing. They're ants. But out there, in the world you're so desperate to run back to, there are far worse things waiting for you. Monsters who won't hesitate to tear you apart. And I needed you to understand that. To see it for yourself.”

He had let it happen. He had watched from the shadows, waited, and only stepped in when she called for him. It was a cruel, calculated lesson, one designed to break her, to shatter any illusion she had of freedom. He wanted her to see, to feel, that he was her only refuge—no matter how twisted that refuge might be.

“You're a monster,” she whispered, her voice breaking, the words barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Jason's lips curled into a faint, almost sad smile, as if her accusation amused him in some dark, twisted way. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice softer now, almost tender. “But I'm your monster. And I'll burn this whole city to the ground before I let anyone else touch you.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, leaving no room for doubt. He meant every word. He would destroy everything—and everyone—who stood between them.

Y/N's resistance crumbled completely. She stared past him, her eyes locking onto the faint glow of the Bat-Signal in the distance. The symbol of hope, of justice, of everything she had once believed in. But now, it felt like a cruel joke, a taunt. The hope it represented drained out of her, replaced by a hollow ache that settled deep in her chest.

Jason's lips trailed down her neck, his touch alternating between gentle and rough, as if he couldn't decide whether to cherish her or punish her for trying to leave. His hands gripped her tighter, pulling her closer, as if he could erase the distance between them—both physical and emotional.

“You're not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm, final. “Not ever again. I'm the one for you sweetheart. Only me.”

She wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, to scream that she would never stop fighting him. But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she clung to him, her fingers digging into the fabric of his suit as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

And maybe he was.

Y/N closed her eyes, the tears mixing with the rain on her face like a silent requiem for the freedom she would never know again. Her heart was torn between the instinct to fight and the crushing weight of resignation. Jason Todd was no longer just a man—he was a tempest, a force of nature that would devour everything in its path until she was all that remained, bound to him in a way that defied reason.

And as much as she wanted to hate him, as much as she wanted to scream and claw her way out of his grasp, a part of her recognized the truth she could no longer ignore—in his own fractured, jagged way, he loved her.

It was a love that defied sanity, a love that would raze cities and shatter worlds to keep her close. It was a love that terrified her, not because it was cruel, but because it was real.

And in the end, that was the most devastating truth of all.

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spookierdeer · 9 months ago

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OL EUA YUGQ G XGOYOT OT MXGVK PAOIK, OZ ZAXTY OTZU G MXGVK. NGVVE NGRRUCKKT! 🎃⚠️

(costume talk and yapping under the cut)

starting from back to the front:

stan and ford are handing out candy this year, stan dressed in his vampire costume and planning to scare kids and ford is wearing a mabel (turtleneck!) pumpkin sweater, about as festive as he's willing to dress up this year. ford was originally planning to hole himself up in his lab and work on data analysis or whatever nerd shit he has going on but stan invites him to help scare the hell out of kids. ford declines initially, better things to do, but after checking to see how stan's doing (badly), ford decides to help by bursting out of the bushes with a glowing laser gun, face cloaked in shadow. it's more fun than he expects or admits and he eventually fully joins stan.

soos and melody are trick or treating in a couple costume, soos as zelda and melody as link. melody wanted to cosplay link for awhile and you cannot convince me soos wouldn't jump at the chance to dress up as a badass anime elf princess who can fire lasers.

mabel, pacifica, and waddles are dressed as utena, anthy, and chu chu respectively. i have a headcanon that post working at the diner and slowly getting used to normal kid things, pacifica discovers anime. specifically shojo princess anime. she finds utena and loses her mind over it in private, with mabel eventually breaking down her walls and getting her to admit to the sin of liking anime. mabel gets pacifica to show her her favorites and mabel immediately insists they need to cosplay as utena and anthy for halloween, pacifica is a princess after all! (said in jest, but baby gay panic ensues on pacifica's end. mabel is pretty oblivious to her plight and doesn't realize why being pacifica's knight makes her feel so giddy until later on.)

dipper sees pacifica joining mabel as an excuse to flake out on trick or treating without being a total jerk, especially since they'll be joined by candy and grenda later. i know he's working on not trying to grow up too fast by the end of the series, but kids and teens are full of anxiety and doubts and i figure he would be pretty awkward about a lot of things still, even after learning otherwise. wirt doesn't want to dress up since the previous halloween ended with him in the unknown then waking up in the hospital, but greg still wants to go trick or treating. dipper tags along to help babysit greg despite it not really being necessary, wirt's just glad to have someone to chat with while he takes greg, especially someone who doesn't leap to finding him strange. greg is going as a ghost elephant and wirt assumes it's just the weird kid tradition of layering costumes over the years, but greg's logic is that he "died" as an elephant last year so now the elephant is a ghost. if wirt heard this he would probably end up freaked out, but kids are often more aware of things than expected. dipper is wearing wendy's hat since she traded with him at the end of the series.

putting wirt and greg in there could feel a little random, but these are my two favorite shows to watch during autumn and i associate them with each other. plus, it's otgw's ten year anniversary and it's so perfectly halloween, i think it makes enough sense to put them together. idk i love joy and whimsy, i am cringe and i am free.

i initally wanted to include other characters, candy, grenda, and wendy for sure but i was also considering coraline, wybie, and norman. felt way too complicated so maybe i'll draw something with those characters some other time.

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sabrinahawthorne · 6 months ago

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Let’s Grow the RPG Hobby

Inspired by this post and the conversation surrounding it.

So the RPG world is facing a multitude of interconnected problems. Let’s talk about them, shall we?

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1: The Problem(s)

Writing this, I find it hard to pinpoint a way to frame the subject of this post as a single thing. But it’s also impossible to treat it as it it’s a collection of separate problems. In reality, the issues facing the indie RPG world are A Hydra; a many-headed conglomeration of related issues, which each require organized, dedicated work to solve. A few examples:

The Normie-Indie Divide

A problem close to my heart, The Normie-Indie Divide describes the gradient between the mainstream of an artistic hobby and the really independent stuff. I compare this to movies a lot, but the more apt analogy is video games. The N-I-D in the videogame industry is so small as to be virtually nonexistent.

We can see this via a number of factors – one example being that the same outlets which cover massive blockbusters & sequels like Assassin’s Creed and God of War, also cover popular indie titles like Celeste and Hollow Knight. Then, freelance journalists who write for those publications (Jacob Geller is an example) go on to cover much smaller games on their own time, and so on. There’s a smooth gradient between the media coverage of the huge stuff, all the way down to a thriving (if still underserved) super-independant industry.

The N-I-D in RPGs feels uncrossable. The most well known RPG is so big it’s currenly riding the high of its second major hollywood adaptation in 20 years, and the second most popular – Vampire the Masquerade – is an unknown even to some indie RPG fans.* This hobby is shockingly impenetrable, even to those of us who spend our days swimming in the deepest end of the pool.

The Supply & Demand Problem

This one’s simple: People are pumping out RPGs by the truckload, and there are just too many! Not only does this make it hard to sift through everything to find the thing you want to read, play, or review, it also makes it nearly impossible to get anyone’s eyeballs on the cool thing you just released!

As others have pointed out, this problem is exacerbated by the fact that relative to some other art media, it’s pretty quick and painless to whip up your own zine or one-pager and publish it on itch. This disincentivises even the most invested of us from looking at a ton of new games, and means that sharing your work can feel like you’re being ignored by a huge crowd.

A Road To Solutions

If all of that is making you feel pretty bad for the future of this medium, you’re not alone. It can feel pretty hopeless facing all of these problems as an indie designer when all the tools you have at your disposal are a tumblr account and a few indie friends to complain to.

But the truth is, I think that this Hydra is eminently slayable. I just don’t think we can do it alone. That in mind, I’ve spent a large portion of my day putting together…

The Call to Action

I think there needs to be organized, persistent effort put into the future of this hobby and this industry, and I think it needs to start the way all good movements do: with a lot of petty, semantic argumentation over definitions and implementation. And to kick things off, here’s my step zero: If you’re reading this post because I’ve tagged you in it (or because I’ve sent you a link to it), my Dms are open. I want to put together a discord group chat† of my peers within RPG tumblr who are invested in tackling The Hydra, such that we can start brainstorming plans of attack to disseminate into the wider community.

The issues I wish to address are these:

The Normie-Indie Divide: How do we go about cultivating a casual audience of indie RPG fans who can bring sustainability and longevity to the industry?

The Supply & Demand Problem: How do we minimize the cognitive load of sorting through the huge volume of work extant in this medium, and more generally encourage peer-to-peer interaction within the community, like news coverage, reviews, and marketing?

The Cognitive Frontload Problem: How do we make it easier to actually engage with a given RPG, considering the amount of cognitive & temporal investment needed? Further, how do we make RPGs, both general and specific, more accessible to readers with a wide variety of abilities, preferences, and available time?

The Insular Community Problem: How do we better connect this hobby with itself, such that it feels a little less like several dozen cliques across 4-6 platforms, and more like the growing, evolving single hobbyist community that it is? Further, how do we make this hobby more accessible to newbies outside the influence of The Hegemons of the Coast?

And more. I’m positive I haven’t thought of everything, and that’s exactly why this needs to be a group effort.

As a last note: Please tag other people! The folks I’ve mentioned here are just those who I personally feel I know well enough to tag; let’s get the rest of the community involved! If you know someone who would be interested who isn’t on tumblr, they can email me: [email protected].

*I’m not kidding. Multiple times within the last four months, I’ve introduced VtM to people who I would consider pretty in the sauce of RPGs. I’m talking folks who’ve played Heart: The City Beneath or Wanderhome. It’s bizarre.

†I need to stress that this is only a start. I’m not looking to start a big public discord unless that’s what a group of folks decide is the right call. By “group chat,” I mean “a chat which exists for long enough to hold 1-3 group voice calls to discuss and hash things out, before it’s dissolved in favor of the execution of whatever plans we devise.”

@theresattrpgforthat; @omophagic-beast; @ladytabletop; @rowansender; @monsterfactoryfanfic; @arsene-inc; @toyourstations

#not game design #the hydra #community stuff

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lightsoutmatthews · 5 months ago

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Pulled - Joseph Woll

summary: on March 5th, 2025 at 10:57pm EST Joseph Woll gets pulled for performance related reasons for the first time in his NHL career.

pairing: Joseph Woll x female!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: angst

authors notes:

I whipped this up this morning after seeing that depressing video of Woller on the bench after being pulled

So, a bonus post to the usual one that is coming on Saturday

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The first goal was not really something out of the ordinary. An unlucky bounce that slipped past him. It had you squirm, but it was still early in the game so there was still time to fight back.

The second goal was one he probably should have had. But the defense was making bad plays, not supporting him. Or at least, that was what you were telling yourself.

The third one was the worst. Berube called for Stolarz the second the refs confirmed the goal and the Golden Knights obnoxious goal horn stopped blaring through the arena. Your boyfriends head hung low. Grabbing the water bottle from behind the net, splashing a quick spray on his face before skating over to the bench. Anthony giving him a supportive slap to the blocker as they passed each other.

He didn’t even bother opening the door, just climbing over the wall trying to escape as quickly as possible. Supportive claps from Matthew Knies, Simon Benoit and Craig Berube doing nothing when he made his way further down the tunnel.

You knew his emotions were all over the place. You knew he was blaming himself for this and not the lack of support from the team. The lack of defense and the lack of offence.

When he returned to the bench a few minutes later his Leafs cap was pulled deep over his eyes. You couldn’t see his expression from sitting high up in the box at T-Mobile Arena. You and a few other girls made the trip to Sin City to support your partners. Seeing them for more than a day during their weeks of endless road trips.

Steph Marner and Gab McCabe gave you comforting rubs on the back as you kept your eyes focused on your boyfriend, sitting slumped together on the stool they provided for him.

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The game continued to go into the wrong direction. Ending 2-5 for the Golden Knights. Anthony putting in a stelar performance but the two goals from Mitch and Auston weren’t enough.

The mood was slumber around the room as everyone gathered their belongings to go and head back to the hotel. Access to the visiting locker room usually not being something a home team provided.

The team would stay in Vegas overnight and fly to Denver for their game against the Avalanche in two days tomorrow. You hoped you had time to see Joseph, especially after his night went but at the same time you wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to be alone.

You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that sometimes he needed to deal with something on his own before being able to speak about it with someone else.

As someone who never played a sport it was hard for you to grasp what exactly he was going through. You tried hard to be supportive and to be there for him when he needed you too but there were certain things, especially about his position on the team just another goaltender would understand.

You hoped he would talk with Anthony about it. Maybe chat to Matt Murray or Freddie Andersen, two of his biggest mentors during his time on the Leafs. Especially since it was the first time being pulled for performance related reasons.

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Shortly after you entered your hotel room you got a link sent by one of your friends from home. The thumbnail showed your boyfriend sitting on the stool.

When you clicked on it your heart broke all over again. His eyes were glossy, rimmed red from what you could make out in the video. Tears started to prick at the corner of your own eyes. Seeing your usually vibrant boyfriend so upset and sad was not something you ever wanted to see.

You swiped the video away quickly, the video not something you wanted to look at for longer than you had to. Typing a quick response to your friend you jumped as another notification popped up your phone.

Matt Knies: Hey, just a heads up, he´s incredibly angry at himself. Left the arena a few minutes ago but I don’t know where he´s going, I tried to talk to him, but he didn’t want to listen. Can you let me know if he shows up at yours?

You let out a loud sigh. You knew Josephs mood would be terrible, that he would be angry about himself, telling himself he wasn’t good enough, he let his team down. All the things that weren’t true.

I I figured as much. Thanks for the heads up, I will let you know if he shows up.

After sending the message you silenced your phone and slowly got ready for bed. You wished he would’ve texted you, letting you know that he was okay, even though you knew that he wasn’t. But you knew him well enough that he wouldn’t until he cleared his own head.

So, you went to take a shower, did your skincare routine, put on pajamas and laid down on the hotel bed, your book in one hand, your phone in the other.

You checked for messages again before putting it on the charger but there was nothing besides a few messages from a group chat with the other girls confirming the plans for tomorrow.

The warm glow of the bedside table lamp reflected in the window as you starred outside. Downstairs the Vegas nightlife was buzzling. Putting up a strong contrast to the silence and somber atmosphere in your room.

You were worried. Trembling hands and a racing heart a solid confirmation.

Regardless, you got under the covers and tried to focus on your book, but the words were blurring together and none of the sentences on the page were making sense.

After reading the same sentence three times over and it still not making sense you closed the book and slammed it down on the nightstand with a little too much force.

Flopping back down on the bed, hitting the pillow with a loud thud you let out a loud sigh, checking your phone again.

Still nothing.

You knew he´d be alright. Or at least that´s what you kept telling yourself. Your thoughts spiraling all over the place at the same time.

Where was he? Was he okay? How was he feeling?

You were close to texting Matt again, asking if he showed up at the team hotel but before you could pick up the phone a knock on your rooms door had you shoot up.

The sight that waited for you on the other side made your heart break into a million pieces. It was even worse than watching the video.

Joseph looked like a shell of himself. His hair disheveled, looking like he had brushed through it many times. His eyes lifeless. The usual pretty blue without its glow.

He was still in his gameday suit, which meant he didn’t go back to his room after the game. Making you even more worried as to where he went between leaving the locker room and coming here.

You moved aside to let him into the room. His steps heavy on the carpeted floor. The dress shoes leaving slight marks as he walked.

As soon as you closed the door you stepped into his embrace. His arms automatically wrapping around you as soon as you were close enough. Pulling you flush against his chest so you could feel how heavy his breaths were.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest, his arms tightening as soon as the last word left your mouth.

When he let go of you a few minutes later you stepped further into the room where he shed his suit jacket and shoes before sitting down on your bed. Head hung low; shoulders sacked.

You didn’t know what to say, had no idea if anything could make it any better so you settled for telling him that Matthew was worried and that he should text him to let him know he was okay.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and thrusted it into your hand. “You know the code.” The only thing he said before flopping backwards on the bed with a heavy sigh.

Tapping the screen to unlock the device you looked at the picture of two of you had taken on your vacation last off-season. The memory spreading warmth through you, a small smile spreading across your face, regardless of the somber atmosphere.

After typing out a message to Matt you threw the phone back at him, it landed next to him in the sheets, staying there untouched.

“I´m always proud of you, no matter if you make fifty saves or zero.” His head lifted and he looked at you with a sour expression. “Nothing to be proud off from today.”

Your heart dropped. The pain and frustration in his voice ripping you apart. “I just don’t get what happened, ever since that game a few days ago something is going on in my mind and I can´t figure out what it is." He ran his hands over his face.

"Its keeping me from being my best self and what the team needs to win games. The outcome could’ve been different if I had those two goals. They would have had a chance to win.”

You sat down next to him and looked at him with a stern expression. “Joseph, look at me.” His eyes immediately locked with yours.

“Hockey is a team sport, this isn’t to blame on you alone, like Mitch said in media, they let you hang out to dry. And your mind is fine, it has been a couple of stressful weeks, so many games, back to backs with travel between countries. I think you´re exhausted. You need a few days to recover.” But you knew he didn’t have a few days to recover.

They had tomorrow off because of travel but after that he´d be right back into the grind. He opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him with your finger. “No arguing.” So, he closed his mouth again and laid back down.

You slid up next to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, clinging to him, trying to give him a lifeline. For a bit he didn’t move but then he wrapped his arm around you too. “It´s just so frustrating,” he whispers into your hair.

“I know, honey.” You placed a soft kiss to his chest. “But there´s nothing you can do about it now. What´s done is done and next game will be better.”

You weren’t sure if your words had any effect on him, but you needed to get it out there. “I hope so, I want to show them I can be the guy they can bank on for a long time.”

“And you will. It´s still early in your career, you haven’t even made a hundred games. Every goalie had shit games every once in a while, you´re not the first and you certainly won´t be the last.”

A long stretch of silence followed.

“Thank you for being there for me. I know I´m not great company right now,” he whispered into the silence at one point.

You placed a kiss to his cheek. “Like I said, I love you regardless of you making a hundred saves or none, because I love you for being you and not for being Joseph Woll, goaltender for the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

He leaned down and finally connected your lips to a tender kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.”

For another few minutes neither of you said anything, him just pressing a subtle kiss to the crown of your head every now and then. When it stopped you looked up and saw that his eyes were closed, and his breaths grew heavier.

You were glad he settled down and while you didn’t know if he could stay the night, you snuggled closer to his chest, relaxing into the up and down of his deep breathing.

I Hey, he fell asleep, and I think he´s staying here tonight, not sure if he can but I don’t want to wake him. He´ll be back when he needs to be tomorrow, just letting you know in case anyone asks.

Matt Knies: Glad he´s with you, Bus is at 9 tomorrow, just make sure he´s back by like 8 so he can grab his stuff. Thanks for letting me know.

Putting your phone away again you sighed quietly, checking again if you boyfriend was still asleep. He looked peaceful, like the weight of the world didn’t came crashing down on him earlier in the night.

At that point you were glad you could help ease the pain because you knew he would do the same for you in a heartbeat.

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summer-nights19 · 11 months ago

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Hellooooo <3

I saw your post about Tokyo Debunker and I would like to know your headcanon about guys with a partner who is shy about showing affection (hugs, kisses…,). It can be with the boys you want, although, could you add Rui and Yuri? I'm so curious how that dynamic would work with them, since one literally can't be touched and the other is a complete Tsundere haha

Thank you in advance, many hugs and kisses ✨️

Hi Anon <3 I honestly love this

Characters: Frostheim, Vagastrom, Jabberwock, Hotarubi (+ Rui and Yuri)

Jin

Oh God. He loves flustering you (he obviously won't do it in public - he has a reputation to uphold !)

Has you sit on his lap, cups your chin, wraps an arm around your waist ... you name it

Thinks it's adorable how shy you are about physical contact. Although that's something that he won't tell you (at least not at first) he definitely teases you about how easy it is to get you to become a blushing mess

Will find any excuse to hold your hand "to enhance his stigma" (he really just likes seeing how red you get)

Tohma

He thinks it's so cute that you get that flustered from the slightest

Isn't big on physical contact in public, especially at the start of the relationship, but will "accidentally" brush his arm against your or touch your hand if you're both reaching for the same thing

The most he'll do in public is cup your face or kiss the back of your hand

Acts all innocent afterwards while delighting in how flustered you look

"My, MC, do you feel OK ? You've gone quite red,"

Luca

It took him a little while to realise that you got flustered easily - at first, he freaked out because he thought he had done something wrong or you were suddenly feeling unwell

Like the gentleman he is, he'd never deliberately fluster you in public - he hates the idea of embarrassing you by mistake. Honestly, the most he'd do is hold your hand (if you're ok with that), link arms, or kiss the back of your hand when he's greeting you

In private though it's a whole different question

He's very gentle, especially at the start - hugs, kisses on the cheek, hand holding ... but that doesn't mean he finds it any less cute when your cheeks become bright red

Kaito

Ah yes the boyfailure

You two are a match made in heaven

It takes him a WHILE to notice how flustered you are because while you're freaking out and blushing, he's busy doing the exact same thing

After a lot of talking to each other (and taking it slow) you both begin to relax more about physical affection, though it takes a of encouragement and reassurance for him to reach that stage

As your "knight", he'll try to initiate any physical contact. However, if you decide to initiate anything, especially in the early stages, he will literally combust

Alan

A bit wary of touching you at first, just because he's used to putting up so many walls to protect himself, and the idea of being intimate is scary at first

He's also terrified of hurting you by mistake - even if you're pretty tough, he's a ghoul, and one of the strongest ones at that, so he'll still see you as fragile

However, after some time passes, he'd start to initiate things like hand holding or cuddling. Sometimes, he'll even pull you onto his lap

When he first saw you flustered you got, he was worried he'd done something wrong. However, after he understood that you were just a bit shy about physical contact, he found it so sweet

Won't try to fluster you in public, but now he can't keep his hands off of you when you guys are alone <3

Sho

He understands why you're blushing straight away and teases you endlessly about it

Will definitely fluster you a bit in public - he secretly loves PDA because it makes him feel like you belong to him

However, most of that is left for when you guys are in private - he'll shower you with praise and kisses

Definitely spoon feeds you your food sometimes or does the whole "you have something on your lips" thing as an excuse to kiss you

If you're cooking together, he'd 100% hug you from behind while instructing you (not that it's easy to focus with his body and the smell of his cologne that close to you)

Leo

He also teases you constantly, but a bit more maliciously about it than Sho

"Oh gross, Honor Roll. Why are you getting all red ? I bumped into you by mistake,"

Even though he won't admit it, he'll try to fluster you subtly because seeing his reaction is a huge ego boost for him (he also finds it adorable, but you'd have to torture that out of him)

It takes Leo a while to become more deliberate about physical contact, but when he does, he's all about PDA - he loves showing you off and seeing you blush when he's doing it

Haru

When you guys first become close, his touch starts off very platonic - a hanc in your shoulder, a friendly hug, that kind of thing

However, when he sees how flustered you get after you two start dating and he becomes more intimate, it has a bigger impact on him then he'd thought

Definitely teases you in a good natured way and tries to make you blush if you two are alone

When he's worn out from all his chores, he'll call you yo his room so he can cuddle you

Ren

Although he's completely in denial about it, he's also a flustered mess

He's not used to physical affection and is a bit closed off, so it takes him a bit to start exploring that area of your relationship

He'd definitely pretend it's accidental at first- something like your fingers brushing or your legs touching when you're sitting next to each other

When he sees how pink your cheeks become, he grows even more flustered - why are you so adorable

"Wh- Hey MC, what are you staring at ? You're going all red like an idiot,"

Despite his efforts to hide it, you make him just as flustered

Over time, with a lot of patience (mostly on your end) you guys begin to feel more calm about physical affection. However, it'll definitely stay private as Ren is not into PDA at all

Towa

Another guy who keeps his hands constantly on you - he's so clingy

Whenever he sees you, he'll hug you hard and for a long period of time.

Since night is the only time you get to hear his voice properly, you two often go out then and fall asleep cuddling under the stars

When he noticed you got flustered, he didn't have much of a reaction to it - he just kissed your cheek before continuing to hug you

Subaru

As a gentleman, and someone who's quite shy, Subaru doesn't do much physical contact at first, limiting himself to hugging you, holding your hand and giving you brief kisses when you guys are alone

At first, your reaction concerned him that he'd crossed a boundary by mistake. However, it was weirdly comforting for him when he realised you were flustered, because, despite not showing it, he felt exactly the same way

Would never fluster you deliberately, although he thinks you look cute - he's just too much of a gentleman. However, he'll definitely begin showing more physical affection as you both grow more used to it

Haku

Despite his charming act, this man loves touching you at every chance he gets. He won't even bother to hide it

Holds your hand everywhere you go and always pats your head/ruffles your hair after hugging you. When he's seated, he definitely loves having you on his lap

He likes PDA, but is also more than OK with only showing physical affection in private - it's ultimately up to you

Teases you a little bit about how much you're blushing, but it's mostly in a flirty way - he honestly thinks you're adorable

Zenji

Positively beamed when he saw how much you were blushing after he tried to hug you - he finds it so sweet that even the idea of his touch makes you react like that

Although he can't technically touch you yet, he keeps working on it. For now, he just tells you what he'd like to do with you, and he finds it delightful if that's enough to fluster you

He's too much of a gentleman to try to fluster you publicly but he'll definitely do it in private

Gets so clingy if he ever does find a way to touch you

Taiga

He's super clingy - it's surprising if you manage to leave his side at all

Definitely has you on his lap while he gambles to "act as a lucky charm" (show you off to the casino patrons)

If he's lounging about in his room, he'll definitely want to make out or sleep with you

Finds it cute when you get flustered and goes out 6 his way to make you blush at every chance he gets

Romeo regularly tells him to get a room

If he catches one of the other casino patrons looking at you, that guy will go missing by tomorrow, and your neck will be full of love bites to remind you of who you belong to

Fico Romeo

Romeo finds it endearing when you get so flustered, but he has a reputation to uphold, so he won't be telling you that anytime soon

Although his PDA is pretty limited, he'll still link arms or drape an arm around your waist so the rest of the casino knows you're his

When you're alone, he definitely gets an ego boost from flustering you deliberately (he also gets a lot more handsy - loves when you sit on his lap as he works on his desk)

He'd definitely say something like "Hey, BB ! Come over here," before pulling you into his lap

He'll tease you about how stupid you look when you're going all red, but he actually loves it

Ritsu

Honestly, physical affection isn't really his thing, so it would take ages for him to notice that it flusters you

He smirks slightly when he sees your cheeks going red - you're just adorable

Definitely not one for PDA. He also doesn't show much physical affection in private compared to others, but he does enjoy it when you guys share an intimate moment

Rui

The fact that his curse means that he can't touch you is the biggest source of heartbreak in his life, although he doesn't let you see that

He yearns for the day that you're both cured and he can hold you and let his hands explore your body, imaginig how you'd react

His fantasies are spurred on when he realises that you get flustered so easily - he thinks you look so adorable when you blush

In the meantime, he tells you about everything he wants to do to you and showers you with praise. This guy is a massive flirt

If Rui could touch you, he'd enjoy PDA - he'd love showing you off on his arm to the rest of the academy

Yuri

Yuri would never tell anyone this , but it takes him some time to feel secure enough in your relationship to start exploring physical contact. The very fact that he's considering it is off putting to him - it was just never something he thought he'd want or need

At first, he uses your checkups as an excuse to touch you - he lets his hands linger a bit longer than necessary and helps you put on your patient robe because "you're taking too long"

Seeing how much you're blushing honestly just makes him freak out more - you just look way too cute

Starts insulting you and telling you to stop looking at him like that

However, after passing the early stages of the relationship (and after you show him a lot of patience) you start showing each other proper physical affection in private

He's not really the type to go out of his way to fluster you, but he'll definitely tease you light heartedly

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hurt-comfort-lover · 4 months ago

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The Snow White Remake Could Have Been Good

This is pretty much what I would change/what I would've done for the Snow White Remake. If you want to write a fanfiction inspired by this please send the link to me so I can read it and if you could credit that would be appreciated. Please let me know your thoughts on my interpretation <3

Have the prince and Snow white be childhood best friends

Probably like neighboring kingdoms were close and the intentions were that the prince was eventually going to marry snow white when they were adults

I still want Snow White to be shy at first, but as the prince gets to know her he sees how passionate and kind she is and he admires it.

Snow white admires how strong and confident the prince is in himself. It’s sort of a mutual respect kind of thing.

As they got older Snow white and the prince would spar occasionally for fun, he would always win but he respected the effort she put in. She would show him books that she enjoyed etc. Like I want really cute cut-scenes of them together

I like having the dad, but I want to see more scenes with him and snow white.

Like him mourning his wife's death, and struggling while still doing his best to care of his daughter would be so fucking cute and sad.

Also seeing him be a good king, prioritizing his people by giving out free food, or building new houses and buildings, Training with the knights, and prioritizing his employees health and wellbeing.

Would love to see him teaching his daughter to be kind and compassionate to everyone including the servants and knights, etc.

I want a more menacing evil queen.

I want her to first, actually be pretty, but in a menacing way. Like Ursula in the little mermaid vibes when she pretended to be human.

I would like to actually see the queen kill the king, specifically poison him, assuming she has some sort of experience with that which is why she later tries to poison Snow White. Even if it’s implied and we don’t see him physically die.

I want some banter between the mirror and the evil queen. Like maybe the mirror is sick of being stuck in the same room, and being asked the same stupid questions

Maybe she asks who’s the fairest of them all and he’s like ‘As I’ve said a million times it’s- oh.. It’s not you.’ and he’ll like smirk or hold back laughter.

And yes I said he because the mirror has a man's voice and if he has more of a personality then I will personify him.

When she becomes queen after killing off the king I want to see her doing shitty things. Like stopping the food giveaways to make the castle more extravagant. Hiring an excessive amount of servants that do everything for her. Fancy clothes and money for her private personal hobby (collecting poisons or like dark magical items)

I want the king to die pretty early compared to where the story starts

I’d say around when Snow White is a pre-teen, doesn’t need to be exact. I prefer for the actual story to start when she’s an adult, or almost an adult so it’s more modern standards but we don’t need an exact age

When the king died the changes were sudden, the queen show’s her true colors immediately, having snow white work as a maid.

Snow White tried arguing with the queen but it resulted in her being locked in the dungeon for days. I want a scene where she crawls out of the dungeon and she looks completely defeated, somehow more pale than usual, bags under her eyes, shaking from hunger and pain.

The maids from when the king was in charge are very protective of Snow White and still call her princess despite the changes.

Snow White works as a maid, doing her best to take care of her people from the sidelines despite her position. She helps the other servants and knights if they get hurt, and gives the little food she has away if someone is starving.

Pretty much she’s very close to the other servants and knights.

When the king died the prince and her lost contact. His family tried to contact Snow White’s kingdom multiple times with no response after hearing of the king's death.

The prince is conflicted because he can imagine the pain Snow White is going through but doesn’t understand why she won’t reach out for help. Why is she ignoring him?

When the story actually starts it’ll be very similar to the original Snow White movie

The queen finds out Snow White is the fairest of them all despite working as a ‘filthy servant’

She doesn’t want to get her hands dirty again and with her plentiful resources why should she? She hires a huntsman to kill Snow White.

One of the servants overhear and warns Snow White right away, all of the servants help her by giving her a small amount of food and clothes and help her run away to the forest.

Despite getting out of the castle the huntsman still finds her anyway. She stumbles back, trying to scramble away, backed against a tree.

He stands over her, suddenly drawing his blade and going to strike. His hands shake as he goes for the stab, only to stab the tree beside her instead, only inches away from her face.

He apologizes, saying that he can’t live with the guilt of killing her. He tells her to run away, deep into the forest where the queen can never find her. She forgives him, hugging him gratefully for sparing her life and runs off into the forest.

I don’t want to go too much in depth with her relationship with the animals. It’s not super significant to the plot itself other than maybe like the animals lead her to the Seven Dwarfs cottage.

When she finds the random cottage deep in the woods she feels grateful but guilty for breaking into someone’s home. But she’s desperate, she needs somewhere to stay before it gets dark.

When she enters the cottage she immediately shudders at the mess, as someone who lived in a very clean castle she was immediately uncomfortable with the mess.

She gets to work cleaning the ridiculous mess. I guess technically in the original the animals helped which I feel like doesn’t change the story significantly so it’s fine either way

The beds are made, the kitchen is clean, the sink is empty, dishes are put away, floors are swept, laundry is done, and she made soup and bread. (this is basically like the original)

Pretty much the same as the original except for it takes a little longer for the dwarfs to initially accept her, where they were pretty quick in the original. Like they are literally storing a fugitive and risking their lives. The queen is evil and everyone knows it.

Also I want the dwarfs to have separate beds, idk why but that’s important to me.

I want lots of banter between the dwarfs, each other, and snow white. I want the dwarves to gradually enjoy Snow White’s company, and appreciate what she does.

I also want a bit of lecturing from Snow White about making sure dirty dishes go in the sink, or that dirty clothes need to go in the hamper, not on the floor.

Meanwhile: Over the years the prince and his kingdom (which neighbors Snow White’s kingdom) finds out about the conditions of her kingdom.

He’s conflicted, angry because the conditions of the kingdom are exactly the opposite of what he expected, This is not what her father would have wanted.

At the same time he’s worried for Snow White because those who have come as a refugee to his kingdom have no idea what happened to Snow White.

Now that he’s officially an adult he decides he’s going to visit Snow White’s kingdom, to confront the queen and Snow White, to see what’s going on.

His parents were against it not wanting to cause a war, but eventually decided to let him go as more and more refugees were coming to their kingdom. Something wasn’t right.

The Evil Queen obviously finds out that Snow White is not dead.

The mirror tells her reluctantly and she orders the huntsman to be thrown in the dungeon for treason.

The rest is like the original where she decides to do it herself. She goes through her collection finding the odorless and tasteless poison and pours it on the red apple, knowing the red apples are Snow White’s favorite. (Have a previous scene that establishes that)

Uses her magical items that she’s collected to pretend to be an old lady, comes to Snow white (the mirror tells her where Snow White is) and offers her the apple, begging her to buy something because she’s poor and old and you know the drill.

Snow White eats the apple and immediately falls asleep. The Dwarves find her and she looks dead so they are pretty pissed. Chase sequence ensues, but in this version the evil queen gets away.

I want the colors to be slightly duller than before, slightly darker.

I want a scene where they each desperately try to wake her up to no avail, it’s super fucking sad and angsty and I will eat that shit up.

The dwarves are devastated, surrounding her in flowers like the original. I think they would put her in like a wooden coffin without a lid because the glass case just doesn’t fit the vibes I’m going for but again weird unimportant detail.

I can’t figure out a good reason as to why the prince happens to run into the dwarves and dead-ish snow white.

I guess I could say that he was coming from that direction, and that the dwarves' cottage is near the border, but it feels a bit forced because I need to move the story along so any suggestions would be great.

When the prince sees Snow White laying there lifeless he immediately draws his sword, jumping off of his horse.

He would’ve attacked the dwarves, but it was so obvious that they were depressed, barely acknowledging him.

I want a million different emotions flashing through the prince's face, the biggest one being guilt. If he had just come sooner- maybe he could’ve saved her.

Might be creepy to the modern viewer but idc, he decides to give her a kiss to wish her bye.

I want the colors to slowly fade back to be warm and vibrant as snow white’s eyes flutter open.

Everyone is crying except for Snow White including the prince and so when they suddenly hear her voice, which by the way she is really confused, the tears become of joy and relief instead of sadness.

As she sits up in the coffin the dwarves jump in excitement and cheer as the prince pulls her into an embrace immediately.

I want a really dorky scene where the prince is awkwardly like Hi and Snow white says hi back with a really sweet smile or something omg I’m kicking my feet that would be so cute.

Ok now for revenge pretty much and Evil Queen suffering

Snow White promises to return to the dwarfs as she and the prince get on his horse. (No it’s not horse abuse Snow White is light due to being malnourished)

Definitely want her clinging to the prince, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Would be so cute if he was a bit flushed ngl

They return to the castle where the queen is raging, she had been mildly hurt when she got chased by the dwarves.

The Prince and Snow White come in, the prince is pissed and threatens the Queen's life, calling her out for trying to kill Snow white.

The Queen orders the knights to kill Snow White and the prince, she's screeching in anger, and her hair is a mess and she just looks crazy.

The knight look at the Queen and Snow White reluctantly, one takes a step forward, but still hesitates. Snow White calls him out by name, telling him she understands his position, it’s ok. He can’t do it. None of the knights can. One by one they all switch sides, standing behind the Snow White and the prince.

Queen is even more mad, screaming and trying to use a cursed magical item she carried on her. A ring that could burn anything instantly. She slipped on her finger and tried to use it, before she could she suddenly felt burning on her skin. She desperately tries to take off the ring but is unable to. Or if you want to be child friendly she turns into dust.

I get my Happily Ever After where the Huntsman is freed, Snow White becomes Queen and marries the prince.

Also the dwarfs get rewarded with an honorable badge for courage, bravery, or kindness something along those lines.

We get to see the kingdom begin to heal, Snow White getting rid of the extravagant things of the Evil Queen, and giving food to the poor.

Probably the ending scene would be the wedding of the Prince and Snow White. Maybe like all the dwarfs are the ring bearers except for Dopey who is the flower dwarf or something idk lol. The maids that helped Snow White, the huntsman, and the prince's parents would be there. Lots and lots of fluff.

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hero-of-the-wolf · 1 month ago

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Deep Shadows Analysis

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“I grew up in these woods.” The first sentence ever spoken in LU and a very strong opening. Time is in the lead here. It makes sense; not only is he their de facto leader, but he knows this terrain best. Warriors speaks next, continuing where Time left off. He says that they’re lost. This sets up the dynamic these two have and their role in the chain of command, for lack of a better word, very nicely. The last panel of the first page has Time reacting to something the audience can’t see yet, enticing them to continue reading.

He then gets absolutely bodied by this moblin. These guys are a HUGE pain to fight in Ocarina of Time, they really do come out of nowhere to hit you like a heckin freight train and that power and alarm is captured wonderfully here.

The monster gets snagged by Twilight’s clawshot and we get this really lovely reveal of all the other Links standing ready to fight, emphasizing how none of them are alone anymore. They’re a team! This is also the first time we see all of them together in the comic (minus Time, who is still on the ground rip)

Legend’s got his bow drawn, and he's the first one to attack. His arrows embed into the moblin’s forearm while Hyrule sneaks around to slash at its thigh. It manages to increase the slack on the chain, freeing up its movement enough to counterattack, but the traveler leans back out of the way. By this point Wild and Warriors have circled around to flank the monster.

But Sky? He rushes to the old man’s side, who concerningly still hasn’t gotten up, to check on him. Sky is consistently one of the first to react whenever someone gets hurt or needs help during battle and I love that this trait of his (probably from his training as a knight on Skyloft) is already established within the very first few pages of the comic!

Time waves him off, and together they watch as Warriors stabs the moblin in the back… only for it to turn around, wretching the captain’s sword out of his hands, and smack the side of his face (right on the eye it looks like!) so hard he goes down for the rest of the fight. Ouch. This is definitely not the normal difficulty level for a monster like this.

Legend, power gloves equipped, works with Twilight to tighten the clawshot’s chain and limit the moblin’s movement again. Wind takes the opportunity to CUT THE MOBLIN’S HAND OFF. Which is. INSANE. But to be expected from the Hero of Winds. Also Four’s got his bow drawn here, but afaik he never actually uses it in this battle.

Then Wild, in a quintessential showcase of Breath of the Wild’s combat, scales the moblin’s back (using Warriors’ still embedded sword as a foothold!!) and pulls out his own sword to attack. But the moblin is faster here and grabs him by the arm and tosses him away. His arm might be broken, given the way the champion clutches it for the rest of the battle. Four is at his side, unused bow still in hand. It is of note that Sky is nearby as well.

Then Hyrule!!! Using the iconic Down Thrust move from his second adventure (Adventure of Link) and probably also his jump spell, falls out of the heavens like a stooping falcon and stabs the moblin right in the back of the neck, finally felling it. Teamwork!

Hyrule stumbles back and Wind is quick to wrap an arm around the traveler and cheer. Hyrule is bashful here, but not uncomfortable. My favorite underrated duo <3 (also they’re nearly the same height here????? what????)

Warriors finally wakes up. (His poor eye, man 😭) I love all of their smiles as the adrenaline from the fight starts to come down, the relief in this panel is palpable.

Then Twilight, as worried about Time’s wellfare as he ever is, is shaken from the moment as he turns his attention to the old man. He’s finally back on his feet, though based on his posture here it doesn’t seem like it’s been for long. Legend has a hand outstretched, it looks like he wants to help steady the other hero or otherwise check on him, but Time waves him off.

Time worries about the strength of the moblin. He did not participate in this fight, but he just had a front row seat to just how hard it was to bring this monster down and how injured they all got in the process: Warriors’ eye, Wild’s arm, his own side… that’s a good third of their team significantly wounded enough that none of them were able to rejoin the fight. Against a moblin that Time had been able to take down all on his own previously. He’s right to worry. Twilight is still quietly worried too, in the background.

Legend cracks a joke to relieve the tension, prompting Time to praise their efforts. Then he continues his previous train of thought, musing about how Not Normal the entire encounter was, and we get a really cool visual representation of a voice over as we see Warriors retrieve his weapon and clean off the blood, subtly hinting at its later significance.

We get a name drop of our antagonist (side note: I think it’s interesting that it’s Four who calls it by name, “the Shadow”, when he’s also the one who’s previously had experience with a Shadow in his own adventure) and the significance of the blood is explicitly pointed out. Twilight then calls attention to their wounded, setting up his role in the group as the heart <3

With the threat gone the fairies of the forest return and heal both Wars’ and Wild’s injuries and attempt to heal Time as well, but he waves off their concern (after they’ve assumably already healed his side), establishing a lovely little rule of thirds and emphasizing his reluctance of having others worry and fret over him (“Don’t fuss over me”), which is very ironic considering what happens later on….

It seems that he shooes them away from his face specifically, seeming to imply to me that the fairies were interested in the old wound that claimed his eye. Obviously there's not much that can be done about that now, but it’s still interesting to note 🤔

Warriors finishes Legend’s sentence next (which Legend notably doesn’t seem to mind), we get some more emphasis on the blood, and the boys are off!

We end on the second ever shot of all of the heroes together, Time included this time (ha), and the words “seems we are on the right path to understand the cause of our meeting,” which is assumably still Warriors talking. I’m not sure if there’s significance or not in how they’re all standing here, but it’s incredibly epic all the same.

This first little arc is such an excellent and clever way to set up the basic premise of the entire story and to introduce all of our main players here, and I continue to be ceaselessly amazed by Jojo’s keen attention to detail. All within 20 pages of gorgeous art!

#I didn't mean to make this analysis tbh I just thought I'd write down some Observations while rereading LU and then I had over 1k words 💀#I love how much we can learn about the characters just from this arc #like how insane both Hyrule and Wind are—#wonder if this fight is foreshadowing the final battle hmmmm #it'd be cool if Jojo called back to it 👀#lu chain #lu analysis #linked universe analysis #deep shadows arc #linked universe #lu #long post #emmie analysis lu

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larluce · 1 year ago

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 (You're here) , PART 8

A little more of past trauma

Merlin, Arthur, Lancelot (who isn't a Knight yet) and some knights camping in the woods.

Knight 1: (hesitantly) Sire...

Knight 2: (careful) We need wood... for the fire, sire.

Arthur: (a little confused by their behavior) Pick some fallen branches then.

Knight 1: Ahm... (sweats)

Lancelot: (realising why they're so scared. Sighs) There's no fallen branches, isn’t there?

Knight 2: ... No.

Merlin: (thinking and looking at Arthur carefully) Oh, no...

Arthur: (hardens his features) search harder.

Knight 1: We searched the whole perimeter three times, sire. There are no branches, no even leafs.

Knight 2: These trees are practically naked. We need... We need to cut one down.

Arthur: No.

Merlin: Arthur...

Arthur: No. We don't need fire anyway.

Lancelot: (the only brave enough to contradict him apart from Merlin) Sire, we need to cook the meat and if we don't make fire we'll freeze to death.

Arthur looks conflicted. Merlin sighs. He appreciates what his prince is doing. He went as far to almost forbid all his knights to hunt and cut any plant, especially trees, ever again and he knows Arthur would have ban any of this practices all together in the entire kingdom if he weren't still a prince. Fortunatly, he talked him out of it, so now Arthur allows hunting only when strictly necessary. Cutting trees, however, was always out of the question. They managed to avoid it... until now.

Arthur: (pointing to a knight) Hey, you. Take off your shirt. We can use that.

Knight 1: What?! Sire, but-

Arthur: (very serious) Are you questioning me?

Merlin: Arthur (holds his hand and pulls him gently til they are apart from the rest). Arthur, it's okay.

Arthur: (almost shouting, firmly) No, Merlin! Not with this. No!

Merlin: (reassuring) It just hurts badly when they do it for fun or there's no need. Now we need it. It's fine.

Arthur: (shakes his head, anguish in his eyes) I can't make them hurt you.

Merlin: They wouldn't be really hurting me. Besides, would you rather let me die of hunger and freeze to death? (Puts a hand on his face and smiles) I'll be fine, I promise.

Arthur: (sighs) alright. (Goes to his Knights)

Lancelot: (aproaches Merlin, whispering) Can't you make some branches fall?

Merlin: (shakes his head) these branches aren't thick enough for a fireplace, and I need to get use to this. Arthur too.

Lancelot: (nods in understanding) He must love you a lot.

Merlin: (nervous) Wha-?! What do you mean?

Lancelot: Don't tell me you didn't notice. He was willing let us starve and freeze so you wouldn't feel any pain just a minute ago.

Merlin: He cares for me. I'm his friend.

Lancelot: I'm his friend too and he never looked at me the way he does to you, like you are the sun. Or use any excuse to touch me, like he might die if he doesn't have you close for more than 5 minutes.(pause) And I don't believe you're not aware of this either.

Merlin: (sighs) I don't want to get my hopes up. I'm happy with how things are. I don't want to ruin things between us. (Thinking) Not again.

Lancelot: (smiles encouringly) You don't have to confess your feelings or anything. Just try to make a move to taste the waters and you can decide what to do from there.

Arthur orders his knights to cut down the farrest tree they could find. It's useless though. No matter how far, Merlin still can feel it. Merlin doesn't scream in pain this time, but he still trembles and flinches. Arthur hugs him close through all this and somehow he ends up sitting on Arthur's lap, and hiding his face in the crook of Arthur's neck. He whimpers and whimpers in pain until he falls asleep in Arthur's arms.

Lancelot: (aproaching them) You should wake him before they come back.

Arthur: (shakes his head) He needs this.

Lancelot: If they see you like this they'll think-

Arthur: (sharply) They can think what they want.

Lancelot: (smiles softly) You don't really believe this is some medical disease, do you?

Arthur: ...

Lancelot: You know about Merlin.

Arthur: (sighs) And he told you. (thinking, a mix of angry, hurt and jealous) He told you before telling me.

Lancelot: No, but I catched him. He echanted the weapon I used to kill the griffin.

Arthur: (snorts) This idiot.

Lancelot: He was careful I'm just observant. Why haven't you told him that you know?

Arthur: I want him to tell me himself.

Lancelot: Why?

Arthur: He deserves that much. And I want to prove that he can trust me.

Lancelot: I don't think it's a matter of trust. He trusts you a lot, Arthur. I know he really wants to tell you but he just doesn't know how to. I mean, can you blame him? He's been told all his life he should hide who he is. I don't think he ever willingly told anyone. (sighs) Even outside Camelot, there's hardly a place where magic users are safe.

Arthur: (with conviction) When I'm king there will be. Camelot will welcome magic again and he won't have to hide anymore. (looking at Merlin sleeping peacefully in his arms, thinking) And this time he will be able to live it and enjoy it.

Lancelot: (to himself) I knew it was a sign.

Arthur: (confused) What?

Lancelot: I never told you why I came to the citadel.

Arthur: You wanted to become a Knight. (thinking) Though you arrived earlier than I expected.

Lancelot: That too, but I also had a dream.

Arthur: A dream?

Lancelot: I saw myself in a knight armor. There was some sort of hole or crack in the air, I don't know, everything's kind of blurry. But I do remmember clearly two faces. Faces I never saw before in my life, but in my dream they were familiar. It wasn't until I came here that I recognised them. They were yours and Merlin's. You were in my dream.

Arthur: (in shock, but composes himself quickly)... I see. And you believe that's a sign. A sign of what exactly?

Lancelot: That one day you will be the king I'll serve with honor.

Arthur: Right... Did you have another memo-I mean dream about us?

Lancelot: (shakes his head) That's all. (looks at the sky) It's getting late. I'll go look for the knights, they may need help. (thinking) And you can have some time alone.

Arthur: (stops Lancelot before he leaves) Lancelot. You said me appearing in your dream mean I'll be the king you'll serve one day. What about Merlin? What does he appearing in your dream means to you?

Lancelot: I thought it was obvious.

Arthur: What?

Lancelot: Well, every king needs a queen sire. (laughs a little and leaves before Arthur can process his words)

...

Tagging @everything-is-applepie , @iwillalwaysbearealfan , @merlinsbeard2 , @procrastinating-angels , @thecornerofbelu , @an-entity-i-think , @smileytrinity , @the-night-viewer , @tansyuduri , @fuckyeahsnackables , @stalesaltinecracker , @lucifertookmyshoe , @aceauthorcatqueen and @virgil-wannabe since you all left beautiful comments in the other parts. Thank you so much! 🤧. Please if you have any idea for this AU or want to see a moment in particular between these two or other characters, just ask. I'm just writing random moments that come to my mind 😅

#merlin bbc #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin fic #merlin prompt #merlin fanfic #merthur fic #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur prompt #Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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skyloftian-nutcase · 4 months ago

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Dads and their babies ❤️

Close ups because I wanna talk about the art even though I still wanna tweak it even though I’m sick of not sharing it LOL. Anyway.

I swear Abel and Link are actually fairly similar in height (Abel is a bit taller and broader, but not by too much), but Link’s muscles have atrophied, he’s sickly and hurt and fresh out of a damaged Shrine of Resurrection and I can’t draw proportions correctly so whatever, he looks puny. The clothes are supposed to be oversized on him anyways, as they’re spares from what little Abel has. But anyway, Abel loves his little knight 🥺❤️

I JUST WANT TO SEE THEM HAPPY IN A TIMELINE WHERE THINGS WENT RIGHT DANG IT. LET GANON BE A GOOD DAD (I scream at myself like I’m not the one who made him a bad one LOL BUT TJEIWAOJFDKSALJFIOW)

…Alternatively, this could just be from Peggy’s and my back-and-forth about her hdw au and my imprisoning war au mix lol (Link, Volga, and Impa: what nefarious things can Ganon be doing right know!! Ganon: *snoring and cuddling with his kid who probably wouldn’t mind cuddling with him even if his memories weren’t scrambled but still—*)

Link loves his daughter Navi so much, guys, I don’t have too many thoughts on details except that he adores her and they go on adventures together. She’s got her mama’s strength and her daddy’s courage and grit and she and Link are inseparable. I tried to make her bow look like fairy wings because, you know, name and all. Anyway, I think they’re cute ❤️

#my art #legend of zelda #blood of the hero #Imprisoning war #zelpip #hero of power #hero of the wild #hero of time #Breath of the wild link #BotW link #ocarina of time link #oot link #ganondorf #lol almost forgot to tag him HA #Abel #skye time travels through the queue

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kanmom51 · 1 year ago

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Please help 😅 I think there is something or some conversation l have missed in JIKOOK’s timeline. Something about our Jimin getting so upset that he left the members and went home to heal from some trauma caused by V & Jk ?? The next we heard about him was when he was hospitalised suffering from covid?? Please fill in the blanks for me if you know any deets.. l would be grateful. No pressure though😂🫶🏽

Idk what fan fiction this is from, but WOW.

JM healing from trauma caused by V and JK?

The next was when he was hospitalized with covid?

Bull bloody shit is what I can tell you.

But let's look at the timeline why don't we?

At least what we know of it.

JM was hospitalized end of January 2022. Not because of covid but because of his appendix, and when in hospital tested positive for covid.

This followed the group going on a break after their 4 concerts in LA in November 2021.

Last time we had all three together was in their live on 28 November 2021. That was a chaotic super happy live. Only bullying I can think of, jokingly, would be Tae constantly mentioning brand names he wasn't supposed to, lol.

You can find many links to posts I wrote about that live here:

Then JK and JM returned to Korea with Jin. Just the three of them. They were supposed to go into quarantine as they returned, separately, as the government rules stated, and yet JK waited for JM at the airport upon their arrival thinking that they will be sharing a car only for the two to be separated.

There is absolutely, and I repeat absolutely NOTHING to show that there was anything wrong between JM and JK at that place and time!!!

JM and JK were fine, and there was no bullying going on from Tae and JK. What AO3 fanfic is that even?

As for the stupidity I've been hearing of since Ep. 3 of Are you sure? JK and V bullying JM, like wtf is wrong with people?

Every time I think people have reached the limit of being the worst they just prove that they can surpass themselves.

I think people lack basic ideas of human interactions if they claim that the playfulness we saw in that episode can be called bullying. If that's bullying then every single time those three played throughout the years would also be. These are 3 young men who grew up together and at times roughhouse. Like men do.

I've kind of lost hope in trying to explain to these people, who love to see JM as a victim, and therefore think they are his knights in shining armour, that JM is a grown ass man who knows exactly how to put both JK and Tae in their places if he wanted to!!! He's got the physical strength to do so, not to mention the personality too. He's known to have done both, when he wanted. And here's the news flash. Maybe he didn't want to! JM knows how to be assertive. Being such a nice human being doesn't make him a weak human being. I think that many of those that claim to love him and want to protect him either don't know him at all or want him to be weak so they can show up as his great protectors against the big bad JK, whom they would love to get rid of, cause he's just not good enough for JM, in their warped reality. Perhaps because they want JM for themselves.

JK is the person that JM loves most in this world.

The person that stood by JM's side and supported him when he was going through the turmoil he was experiencing during the pandemic.

The person that JM wanted to go on these trips with and came up with the idea to create this show so that they can go on these trips together.

The person that he flew from Korea to NY to be with for his solo debut.

The person that he can't stop talking about and bringing up in conversations that have really nothing to do with him, like during the Minimoni album exchange.

The man he chose to write a song for and write these lines to:

Baby, don't leave Just stay by my side, yeah To you, who see me bigger than what my little self is (to you) So that I can give as much as I’ve received (oh-oh) So that I can keep my word (oh-oh) Don't worry, just stay by my side, yeah (Yeah) We don’t know what the future holds (holds, yeah) And that’s scary and makes us afraid (oh-oh) But don’t forget that we’re always together (don't forget)

The person he chose to enlist with and be with for the 18 months of their military service, even though it meant a more difficult placement, even though it would raise eyebrows and questions marks seeing that the two are the first ever idols, both in their late 20s to do this!!

I've said this once I've said this a thousand times. People need to go live their lives and stop looking for drama where it doesn't exist in JM and JK's life.

They are together.

They are good.

Even if they are idols and public figures.

Even if they are two gorgeous young men who happen to love each other and are, god forbid, in a queer relationship.

Even if being in a queer relationship in their industry and society is frowned upon.

All those don't mean that their relationship isn't just a normal stable long term relationship with everything that such a loving relationship entails, including the struggles.

Enough with trying to insert drama where there is none.

#ask #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JM #Jimin #JK

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cozycottagetarot · 1 year ago

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Your First 'Argument' With Them

Notes:

This rather light hearted (save one pile) reading explores the cause and resolution of your first significant argument/fight/tiff with your person.

The energies for you and your person could be potentially switched. For a few piles it felt like the reaction could belong to swapped between the two of you.

This was one of those readings where a lot of info only sorted itself out as I did each section so you really have to stick with me on this one haha.

There's some brief language in pile 3 & 4.

This reading is for entertainment purposes only! ✨

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Pile 1

The Incident/Cause

Cards: Two of Swords, The World, Queen of Swords, The Chariot

Your first argument with your person is around a significant and potentially life changing decision that needs to be made. The decision can shape how you two move forward and close out a cycle but the conflict arises because you two have two opposing opinions or desires. There are a lot of different scenarios here however, so keep in mind the details will vary greatly from person to person. It could also be that one person is hesitant while the other is more self-assured. The other scenario I’m picking up on is maybe you (could be them) feel pressured by a time frame in what the decision needs to be made. Another situation that comes to me is being given an ultimatum. In general there’s an energy of stalling and needing to get moving. Sneaky ten of swords was hiding out in the deck! The vibes could be off and hurtful words exchanged. It could be a situation that makes or breaks the relationship.

The Resolution

Cards: Ace of Wands, Five of Wands, Seven of Wands reversed, Three of Cups, Three of Pentacles

This might get worse before it reaches a fiery climax and gets better. Quite honestly your person may become more intolerable and you might find yourself fighting to keep your cool. I don’t get a really intense fight though, just being majorly annoyed. You may both turn to your friends to get advice/help or a third party may help you both resolve the conflict.

In the end, you and your person will try to come up with a solution that works for both of you. They may or may not confess their feelings for you… it depends on your relationship.

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Pile 2

The Incident/Cause

Cards: Knight of Pentacles, The Lovers, Temperance, Knight of Swords, The Patient Witch, The Magician

The relationship is moving too slowly for someone. One person is comfortable with the pace and the other is like – “okay, um, what are we doing”. The relationship could be what each of you desires but one of you is more laid back and the other is a go-getter… very driven. I’m also getting a cancelled date and one person keeps saying “I want more”. Someone is spoiled by or wants to be spoiled with the other’s love and intention! The other person gives everything, just you know… slowly!

The Resolution

Cards: Ten of Wands, Page of Swords, Good Luck (Wheel of Fortune) Five of Wands, Ten of Cups

You two will eventually decide to stop making things so difficult for yourselves. You're only clashing because you can’t see you have to actively figure things out together. The resolution is that things will pick up the pace. It will require you both to turn within though as it seems like the resolution is internal work that in the end pushes you two forward.

For one of you, it’s about opening up and being vulnerable while for the other it’s about realising you’re allowed to receive. Kind of like the disconnect comes from lack of give and take (it’s there but imbalance). So once that is realised internally it can create a more secure and faster-moving flow.

Pile 3

The Incident/Cause

Cards: The Sun, Ace of Wands, King of Pentacles, The Chariot, Seven of Pentacles

*If you were drawn to pile two I highly suggest checking that out!

I’ve been fighting for my life on this one Pile 3. I kept doing this pile looking for the source of the first (major) argument or even disagreement but the story wasn’t adding up to anything bad. You two may be a couple that works through disconnects (cause at the point that’s all I can call it) right away. The other piles had arguments with breaks but I get that vibe of you two always working to be on the same page or at least understand each other in the moment.

But I still need to give you something so I decided to focus on the causes of general conflicts between you two.

You two may have conflicts/disconnects over expectations of what your lives should look like and even that seems super mild. It’s like ‘maybe life should look like XYZ → but oh wait I’m actually happy with what I have’… you two may have to shed the stories you’ve been told and keep working on what you have together and individually because you’re happy.

You guys might also be slow to get together as a couple. It felt like a waiting game in one of the previous pulls. Like you’re both hurt from previous experiences but also sure about your feelings for each other but unsure they’re reciprocated. So it’s a ‘will they won’t they’ kind of thing. You may run the risk of being “the one that got away”.

How Are Conflicts Resolved

Cards: Ace of Cups, Five of Swords, Seven of Wands, Ten of Wands, Seven of Cups

Conflicts may be so rare and few that you guys would definitely take it to heart. But I’m getting “I choose you you this lifetime and the next”. You two make a conscious decision to be in it together forever. You resolve conflicts through curiosity and a desire to understand each other. It’s like ‘this is the love of my life’ and “I don’t care, we’re getting through this together”. You naturally seek to understand each other and hold one another accountable.

Pile 4

‼️ Before you read: This pile has a theme of self confidence and possible anxiety/mental health issues.

The Incident/Cause

Cards: Queen of Wands reversed,m Ace of Wands, Good Luck Charm, Nine of Wands, Ten of Swords, Strength

This feels a bit messy (post-reading– but not really lol)… someone could have some self-confidence issues here. There’s also some energy of preferring to be alone rather than out with/around other people.

This fight was ‘bound’ to happen, but at the same time, it’s in your hands? It’s more of a self-fulfilling prophecy. It also has this vibe of being manageable to out of control and needing intervention. Someone, (likely you but this is one of those piles where the roles could be reversed), could have significant trauma or some anxiety/mental health issues going on.

Self-love is the issue and it causes a lot of worrying and isolation. It’s so hard to articulate this ‘softly’ which makes it even more challenging. Let's say Person A struggles but Person B can’t see why. In B’s eyes, A is the most gorgeous, passionate, fun, loving person ever. A and B may bicker a lot about the topic but I see this tension swelling and some hurtful things might be said. I think you two may also end up either taking space or separating for a little bit (like days more than weeks).

The Resolution

Cards: Page of Swords, Seven of Wands, Knight of Cups, Three of Swords, Queen of Swords, The Chariot

Your person is going to want to hear your story. You two could end up having a bit of a heart-to-heart. They’re going to work with you to help you get yourself back to a good place again (so supporting you being your own rescuer). They’ll be your accountability partner and cheerleader along the way, standing by your side as you learn to step into your power again. It might happen faster than you think it will, but it doesn’t mean you won’t falter. But when you do you’ll bounce back quicker.

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