#growing something and getting to actually see it pay off and not end in destruction

[mossymage]

The first seedling 🌱🍅

[orangepeelknives]

good morning willmack nation we are gathered here today to talk about: the windshield. a deeply important cultural artifact. a touchstone. a symbol. a moment in history. i am actually never moving on from the windshield.

so here’s the thing about mack: this is a kid who grew up thinking love was something you earn. not something you’re given. not something soft. not something warm. no, in the celebrini household love is a performance. it’s discipline. it’s run hills until your knees go soft and your head swims, and if you say “thank you” at the end of it all maybe you’ll get a nod from your father. maybe. love, to mack, has always meant proving yourself. 

so of course his emotions have nowhere to go but outward. because when you grow up walking on eggshells around a man who blows up without warning, you start to think that’s just what emotion is. big. loud. destructive. so mack doesn’t sit with his feelings. he throws them. yells them. smashes them through a windshield. and then immediately feels guilty and sheepish and stupid about it, bc he doesn’t even have the language to unpack what he’s actually feeling. all he knows is that it hurts. and he has no tools for dealing with that except impact.

and then you’ve got will. lovely soft steady will. who feels so much and just… holds it. he carries his emotions like they’re delicate. private. he doesn’t lash out, he absorbs. he loses the biggest game of his career so far and pulls his friend off the ice with a hand on the back of the neck and zero fanfare. he’s hurting, but he’s not making it anyone else’s problem. will doesn’t think you should have to bleed for someone to prove you care. he doesn’t think pain should be currency. he's all ""we're just kids"" ""hope youre having fun"" like im sick over it!

and mack, who has spent his entire life punching walls and throwing gloves and yelling at people he loves and being yelled at back, sees that and goes a little bit crazy inside. bc it’s so foreign to him. it’s not just that will doesn’t react the way mack does, it’s that will doesn’t need to. and that shakes something in mack’s bones. bc will’s way of loving doesn’t look like punishment. it looks like patience.

so now you’ve got this beautiful, messed-up contrast. mack’s on the bench during a game, chest heaving, full of heat and panic and please tell me i’m okay, and who does he look for? will. who is calm and grounded and always knows what to do. will is the safe place. will is the opposite of rick. will is who mack turns to even if he can’t say why.

and then he punches a windshield. because someone was twenty minutes late and his plans got ruined and all of a sudden his emotions are too big for his body again and boom. and then he’s awkward and embarrassed and brushing it off and offering to pay for it but not really apologizing bc he doesn’t even know how to begin to unpack why it happened in the first place. bc he’s never been taught how to repair. only how to endure.

the windshield is the physical manifestation of all of it. the love that’s loud, the regret that’s quiet, the boy who wants to be good but doesn’t know how yet. and will, watching the whole thing unfold, doesn’t yell. doesn’t punish. just… waits. bc he knows mack is still learning. he knows love doesn’t have to hurt.

anyway. will is the safe harbor. mack is the storm. and the windshield never stood a chance. i digress

[writeriguess]

Hi! Not sure if you do the Mha fantasy au’s, but I have a request that I’ve been thinking about lately. I’ve been reading some of your posts and I really like how you write them so I chose you to request my idea! And you don’t have to do it of course, no pressure at all!!

But my idea was that Bakugou is a barbarian prince and Kirishima is his sidekick or partner and is a dragon shifter, and their with the rest of their party like Denki who’s a bard, and Mina who’s an axe maiden, and sero who’s an ex-pirate and the reader is a pirate captain! Who is secretly the most wanted pirate throughout almost the entire world beside this city or area, and her bounty is worth about 500mil, so like PRETTY damn wanted, but is also on the strong and muscular side too and is honestly a little intimidating when she wants to be. And she has a bit of a gruff personality but can be a little kinder towards people she likes or gets along with. But Bakugou and his party are at a tavern after a fight with some creature they fought on the way on the way to the city and they found that people were giving them weird looks and almost disgusted looks, but those particular disgusted looks were mainly pointed towards Bakugou. Barbarians were known for being brutal and destructive and sort of like killing machines, so some were disgusted of him because they obviously judged the book by its cover. But Akari was also there, face hidden under their hat, noticing everything and growing irritated. So eventually after downing a few more drinks of rum, she finally had enough and her patience ran out the moment she seen two men trying to kick them out, mainly because of Bakugou. So before Katsuki could get to them, she goes up to them and puts her arms over the guys shoulders, being passive aggressive and quite sarcastic with the guys before just threatening them at the end to get out and leave Bakugou and his party alone. Which this actually left the party shocked because they were used to getting told off by random people because of people in their party, Bakugou specifically, and Bakugou was mainly shocked that you stood up for him and it honestly kinda got him hooked a bit with how you didn’t judge him or anything and defended him like he was just another person and didn’t treat him like a monster. But the guys didn’t really budge, so the reader ended up knocking them out swiftly, and gave a little apologetic smile to the party both for the people and the scene they just witnessed, before giving them something they could have to reach her, before she dragged the two dudes and and left the tavern. After paying for her drinks, of course. But later on, still talking about the pirate, Bakugou sees on a wall nearby, the readers wanted poster, and was shocked before the others suddenly seen what he was looking at and were surprised. Then you can take it away from there, or just end it.

So sorry that this was really long! Again, no pressure if you don’t want to do it, I just love your work and I really like how you write your pieces! So if you do end up doing it, I really appreciate it and I will be forever grateful!! Anyway, have a good morning/day/night!!!<3

The Storm and the Flame

The tavern was lively, filled with the clamor of drunken laughter and the heavy scent of spilled ale. Yet beneath the surface of merriment, tension simmered like a kettle about to boil over. The reason? A barbarian sat among them.

Katsuki Bakugou, the exiled prince of a long-forgotten kingdom, nursed his drink while his crimson gaze burned into the wooden table before him. The glances thrown his way weren’t subtle. Judgemental sneers, whispered insults, and even outright disgust. He wasn’t new to this treatment. Barbarians were known for their bloodlust, their destruction. They were seen as mindless, uncontrollable beasts.

And though Bakugou wasn’t the type to let words get to him, after a long battle with a goddamn manticore on the road to this city, he had little patience left for their bullshit.

Kirishima, sitting beside him, shifted uncomfortably. His dragon-shifter senses had long picked up on the hostility in the air. Mina, Denki, and Sero were doing their best to ignore it, though Denki had nearly swung at a guy who made a snide comment earlier.

The bartender eyed them warily but took their coin without question.

Everything would’ve been fine—until a couple of men, well-fed and cocky, stepped up to their table.

“You lot should get out of here,” one of them said, a burly man with a receding hairline and a gut that showed he’d never swung a sword in his life. “We don’t want your kind here.”

Bakugou let out a low, warning growl, fingers twitching around his tankard. Kirishima immediately tensed beside him.

“Listen, man, we’re just here for drinks,” Sero said, leaning back lazily, but there was an edge to his voice.

“Drinks?” The second man, taller and leaner but no less arrogant, scoffed. “Doubt you animals even know what a tavern is. Probably think it’s a battleground.”

Mina set her drink down with a sharp thud. “You wanna take that back before my axe and your face have a conversation?”

The man ignored her, gaze locked on Bakugou. “Barbarian filth like you shouldn’t even be allowed in civilized cities.”

Bakugou had just about had enough. He stood, chair scraping against the wood as he reached for the man’s collar—

Only to be beaten to it.

An arm draped lazily over the burly man’s shoulders, heavy and solid, stopping him dead in his tracks. The scent of salt, sea, and rum clung to the figure behind them.

“Now, now, gentlemen,” came a voice—smooth, yet deep and laced with amusement. “That’s no way to treat guests, is it?”

The room fell silent.

Bakugou turned his head and saw you.

Your wide-brimmed hat hid half your face, but even in the dim light of the tavern, the glint in your eyes was unmistakable. There was an air about you—calculated, powerful. You weren’t just a drunkard stepping in for fun. You carried yourself like a storm on the horizon, like a blade sharpened to perfection.

A scar carved a path along your jaw, the slight smirk on your lips making it look all the more dangerous. The muscles in your arms flexed just slightly as you leaned in closer to the man you’d just claimed as your prey.

The burly man stiffened. “Who the hell—”

Before he could finish, you patted his cheek, almost condescendingly. “Here’s the thing, sweetheart. I’ve been drinking peacefully all night, and I really, really don’t like when people ruin my mood.” Your tone was smooth as honey but carried the bite of steel.

The taller man sneered. “This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Your smile widened, but your eyes stayed sharp. “It has everything to do with me when you start picking fights with people who didn’t do a damn thing to you.” Your voice dropped an octave, the humor slipping away. “I suggest you turn around, sit your asses back down, and let these folks finish their drinks in peace.”

The two men hesitated, caught between backing down and saving face.

You sighed. “Didn’t think so.”

And then, faster than anyone could react, your fist connected with the burly man’s gut. The air whooshed out of his lungs as he folded like a sack of potatoes. The taller one barely had time to process what happened before your knee slammed into his ribs, sending him crumpling to the floor.

The entire tavern stared.

You stretched, rolling out your shoulders. “Huh. Guess I was feeling a little irritated after all.”

Turning back to the group, you flashed an almost apologetic grin. “Sorry about that. Some people just don’t know when to shut up.”

You reached into your coat and pulled out a small coin-like token, flipping it onto the table in front of Bakugou.

“Find me if you ever need a favor,” you said simply. Then, without another word, you grabbed the two unconscious men by the collars and dragged them out of the tavern, tossing a few coins on the bar to pay for your drinks before disappearing into the night.

The silence stretched on for several seconds.

Then—

“… What the actual fuck,” Denki breathed.

“Did she just—” Mina blinked. “Did she just help us?”

Sero whistled lowly. “Not just help. She knocked them out fast.”

Bakugou was silent, fingers idly twirling the token you had left behind. His heart was still pounding—not in rage, but in something else. Something unfamiliar.

You hadn’t looked at him like a monster. You hadn’t thrown him a single glance of fear or disgust. You had stood up for him—like he was just any other person.

And that got his interest.

Later that night, as they walked through the streets, still talking about the mysterious woman, something on a nearby wall caught his attention.

His steps faltered.

It was a wanted poster.

A very familiar face stared back at him.

“Akari ‘The Storm’ — WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE. REWARD: 500,000,000 GOLD.”

“… Holy shit,” Denki choked out.

Kirishima let out a low whistle. “Well, that explains a lot.”

Mina gaped. “We just drank with one of the most wanted criminals in the world.”

Sero grinned. “Not just drank—she saved our asses.”

Bakugou didn’t hear them. His crimson eyes stayed locked on the poster.

His fingers tightened around the coin you’d left behind.

A slow, dangerous smirk curled at his lips.

“Looks like we just met someone real interesting.”

[inkblackorchid]

Hi ,I love your writing and the way you write Yusei ,Aki and Faithshipping overall ! Would it be okay to ask for some Faithshipping headcanons ?

Also ,wanted to ask if there will be any new fic for Faithshipping in the future :)

Thank you so much! And absolutely, faithshipping hc requests are always welcome! <3

At some point after the DS arc (probably in order to take on repair jobs that pay decently), Yusei got himself a diploma to the equivalent of a high school graduation certificate. Aki helped him lots while he was studying for it, because there are a lot of subjects he never interacted much with when growing up in Satellite.

Aki and Yusei's relationship, once it becomes official, ends up suffering from something like the Tony Hawk effect—it's technically an open secret and many people outside the signer group (like Aki's classmates) know about it. Yet, more often than not, they still catch people off guard with the fact that they are, in fact, a couple. (This is absolutely based off @sojourner-between-worlds' hc that Yusei, post-canon, when he's a guy trying to lead a normal work life, also gets Tony-Hawk-ed a lot.)

Having never really spent much time dating before they met—Yusei because old Satellite wasn't exactly a dating hotspot and Aki because she was too scared to grow close to people and people too scared to grow close to her—Yusei and Aki both don't really know how the "dating" thing works. Sometimes, they'll manage to go on stereotypically romantic dates (and sometimes, Aki enjoys that more than anyone could get her to admit), but much of the time, they just do whatever comes to mind and call it a "date". They don't care what they're doing, they care that they do it together.

On occasion, when the opportunity presents itself, Yusei likes brushing Aki's hair. It's soft, he loves the colour, and she always looks very calm when he does it. It's something they indulge in behind closed doors.

Sometimes, when it's late and they have nothing better to do, they watch the duel channel together. Unbeknownst to their friends, their discussions about people's card plays can get downright philosophical, because at the end of the day, they're both passionate about duelling. (And really freaking good at it.)

Before Yusei, Aki didn't think she would ever be comfortable sharing anything than a double bed with someone else, because she needed her space. As it turns out, it works just fine with him.

Yusei generally isn't one for opening up about his fears or bad experiences in the past much, but when he's sleepy or when things weigh a bit too much on him, Aki's the only one he manages to open up to. They have a mutual understanding between them that whatever they share, it might be met with concern, with care, with sadness, but never with judgement.

Yusei is the first person to make Aki feel any semblance of actual pride about her powers. Divine tried, but ultimately still worshipped them for their destruction, which she hated. But Yusei regards the things she can do when she's not lashing out in anger with something like quiet awe, and it makes her melt, because that, more than anything else, is proof that he doesn't and could never see her as a monster.

Aki is the only one besides Yusei himself who's allowed to drive the Yusei-Go. Even Jack and Crow aren't, unless it's a dire emergency.

Aki never really warms up to the idea of modifying or repairing her runner herself, per se, but she likes watching Yusei do it—and manages to pick up on more mechanical stuff than she thinks along the way.

If somebody is rude to or insults Aki within Yusei's earshot for any reason, he absolutely stands his ground and defends her. If anyone is rude to or insults Yusei within Aki's earshot for any reason, that person had better run.

Also, to answer your final question, there will absolutely be more faithshipping from my side in the future! It features heavily several times in the WIP fic already—it's just that the WIP is sooo long and not even done yet, haha.

[alipeeps]

A Moment But Forever - Episode 22

Where the fuck did they get dry ice from in ancient fantasy China?

Well now what the fuck was that about? Who was the dancer and how did she dematerialise... and why did she seem to take such notice of Tanyin and Yuanzhong?

And why is a clearly drunken dude calling Tanyin a goddess?

Ah, I was thinking the dancer looked very like Tanyin! Is that why both Tanyin and Yuanzhong were staring at her so... and why she was drawn to Tanyin?

Oh shiiiiiit and seeing a veiled "immortal" who looked so like Tanyin has reminded him of his encounter with a veiled goddess in his youth and.... he's realised that she's not just the Mute "Goddess" of Wu Mountain... but the actually goddess he prayed to and met in his youth.

And she can't. She can't admit it. She can't tell him the truth. She'll have to lie.

(And honestly, for him right now, knowing that gods do exist, that the goddess he prayed to as a youth and who promised to return to him is beside him now, keeping that promise, could be enough to turn him from his destructive, delusional course....)

Uhhhhh Yuanzhong just accidentally blew up a random family's entire fucking house? 😂

Aaand he leapt in front of Tanyin to protect her from debris! (Be still my beating heart). For reals though why did she just fucking stand there and not try to move out the way?

And Ah-Xiu is... a baby!!

Hahaha but he wasn't a baby the last time Yuanzhong saw him, and Yuanzhong has NO IDEA how to cope with a crying baby! 😂

Hahahaaa Yuanzhong passed out after a night of no sleep.

Ah-Xiu ate the hairpin? He eats.. metal? To grow and age?

Oh fuck he needs to eat gold? And you guys are SKINT! 😂

Ngl that is one cute ass fucken kid though. (And no I am not remotely affected by Liu Xueyi striding along casually carrying a child on his hip as if he does it all the time, why do you ask?)

This kid really is unbearably cute-looking!

Oh shit. That's a big ole GOLD statue... and nobody is supervising the gold-eating child with 0 impulse control...

Phew! I take it back. Yuanzhong is supervising, if not entirely effectively...

EXCUSE ME, ADULTS!! Neither of you is supervising the fucking child!! He literally just ran off across the street and you just watched him go and carried on your conversation!!

The waiter didn't notice the child? The one that literally just disrupted the dance performance?

Hahaha he tries to grab him and ends up with just his boots!!

Have you ever created a divine artifact that can create weapon spirits?

Ohhh, you know, just the one on your fucking hand bestie...

*awkward silence*

Her: Soooooo what are you plans once you've got all the weapon spirits back? How about you travel and experience the beauty of this land and its people?

Him: Yeeeeeah I was thinking more about destroying it all...

Oooh in his dream he sees himself as a demon? (And the chief of the War Demons said he had the eyes of a demon) I think he sees himself as something sinful and bad to be cleansed from the world as part of his grand plan (like he keeps telling Tanyin that he is not a good person).

What's happening to Taihe? Was he starting to kind of disintegrate?

And our boy Qian Lin just got himself conscripted.

Oh please, if he can sit up and drink a cup of water by himself, he can drink the medicine himself. He does not need spoon feeding!

Tanghua you are a grown man, a fucking immortal, sulking because the girl is better at puzzles than you. JFC.

Or are you sulking because she is paying attention to the puzzle rather than you? And faking symptoms for attention? Really?

Fucking love that she just ignores it. The look of betrayal on his face! 😂

Ahhhhhh I fucking KNEW he was not to be trusted!!!!

How the fuck does Zhao Jing (sorry, he will always be Zhao Jing to me!) know that Yuanzhong was imprisoned and tortured and has a grudge against the elders? How would anyone outside of the Youyu clan know that?

Oooooh and is it on the orders of shady city lord that the merchant dude has been hiring Tanyin to do work and paying her for it?

And of course Qian Lin again crosses paths with Tanyin and she rescues him... again. No wonder dude is imprinting on her like a stray puppy.

[lakesbian]

see one of the things that always pisses me off the most when i hear about ward is. in worm the whole cape fights and eventual world ending thing are thematically relevant for a lot of reasons i didn't actually pay enough attention to to be able to provide off-the-cuff worthwhile analysis but the Main thing is that worm culminates in representing the experience of being a traumatized teenager whose world is ending by literally having the world end, having taylor destroy herself, and realize in the process that it was never worth it and that she could be okay with living. so given that ward picks up with a character whose world already ended during the events of worm (victoria) the post-apocalyptic setting should be a similarly visceral representation of victoria rebuilding her life--it should be serving impromptu catharsis on the leftist commune with the other traumatized young adults who were traumatized teenagers and are now learning how to grow up and live and make something new in the wreckage of their former lives. but instead it's just victoria's dumbass punchy cape adventures in improbable dumbass post-apocalyptic cities where the only post-apocalyptic inconvenience is limited cell data or whatever the fuck. sucks. i haven't even read it yet and i'm already mad enough to put it in my microwave and microwave it until it explodes and then throw the entire thing directly out the kitchen window without opening it first so it goes rolling down the back yard with shattered glass and flames going everywhere and then combusts and sets the neighbors house on fire and you get the picture.

anyway this is why in Good Ward (entirely made up hypothetical loose post-canon ideas in my head/other peoples heads) i dont actually think it would be horrible writing if there was an undersider reunion. like you could do something there. it makes sense why after the undersiders being like. her whirlwind codependent not-necessarily-all-super-personally-close-but-distinctly-each-others-only-lifelines friendships as a dysfunctional self-destructing teen she kind of just has to fuck off into the distance and be taylor all quietly and by herself for a while. but her coming back after a bit and meeting up with lisa &c again could genuinely have some interesting character dynamics. i am too tired to say what those dynamics are but they could be interesting. probably. [collapses into a pile of dust]

[sealer-of-wenkamui]

In hindsight, Shimousa was so good to me, Danzou isn't even the main character of it or anything, but she plays a proper role in the story, she has her whole little arc about coming to care for the people she's supposed to spy on and kill, and oh man, the way Limbo is especially cruel to her and shows just how fixated he is on her.

Like I distinctly remember thinking "oh she works for him right but now she's betraying him? I hope this ends poorly and that he's really creepy about it" and then it somehow exceeded my expectations. Telling her how he broke her and messed with her mind? Threatening to take her back and crush 70% of her brain? Telling her how broken and defective she is? Controlling her body against her will to kill her companions she cares about including her son? Killing her by self-destruction when that doesn't work out? He's so wonderfully cruel to her there!!! This is why I expected Heian-kyo to also follow through with everything it set up, and was disappointed when we didn't even get a fraction of it...

A Heian-kyo that actually makes sense with Limbo's established obsession with her and her interlude would be so nice... The opening is fine as-is, in fact it was so good it got my hopes up, it was largely focused on Danzou (SHE'S EVEN THE ONLY SERVANT ALLOWED IN...) , it emphasizes the singularity is Limbo toying around with them, as well as their history together, he calls her "my beautiful marionette" and everything, ahh its great

Its just... they then needed to follow up on all that, the fact that they set it up so well just to do nothing with it made it more painful... we see that even as a Servant, she still has a tendency to brush stuff off and claim she’s just a puppet, despite being surprisingly sensitive, and clearly grateful to be treated like a real person (iirc at the end of Shimousa she even expresses thanks for that?) She also gets much more aggressive when talking about Limbo, showing how hurt she’s been by him. They could have easily expanded on these points we see little glimpses of, and made them central themes in a more Danzou-centric story.

Her talking more about how Limbo continues to haunt her even as a Servant, and the records she’s viewed of Shimousa of what he did to her before. Her growing to fully accept that although her body may be artificial, she’s still a real person with her own desires and feelings. In addition to her finally getting to kill Limbo, her own arc would also get some closure, starting as the obedient doll that unquestionably followed Limbo’s every order (yeah that was her real body but still. She knows about it too and Limbo pretty clearly still thinks of her as his doll.) and finally becoming fully her own person free of his or anyone else’s control.

And on Limbo’s side he’d continue to dehumanize her every step of the way… let him follow up on his threats in her interlude (even if Kotarou isn’t there unfortunately, we have the master of Chaldea as someone she cares about, and he could threaten Kotarou’s death as his future plans after creating his lostbelt). Mock her for being a broken, defective thing even as a Servant (something she’s shown to be self-conscious about). Tell her she’s just a doll meant for following other’s orders. Have him try to take her back under his control, and entertain him like she used to… let him use those machine-destroying Shikigami bugs of his to torment her in a creepy, blatantly sexual manner come on fgo you got away with that delicious Shuten cave scene and we all know Limbo would.

And in the epilogue we could have had her reflecting on finally being free from him, on finally making him pay for what he did to her…

It would not have been hard at all to make her more relevant throughout the chapter outside of the brief parts she is, and to have Limbo more directly involved for that matter. It would have made more sense with everything established about the two of them too, aghh we could have had it all

[littlerabbittarot]

When Overwhelm Hits — Advice from ‘The Tower’

Sometimes when you think you’re finally on top, you miss the signs of something else building in the background, and it isn’t until it finally hits you that you tumble — hard.

My life has always had ups and downs, like everyone else, but I’d be lying if I said this last year especially has been typical. Drama, fatigue, stress, anxiety, things spiraling out of my control; it gets to be a lot. I thought I finally worked through it, that I finally had a handle on things, only for reality to strike me back down. I didn’t notice the warning signs, I ignored the red flags, and I hand-waved any negativity, thinking I finally truly had my footing.

It can be easy to hope for good news and positivity for so long, that you don’t want to acknowledge the hardships happening alongside it. My desire for change for the better grew to be an obsession. I was tired of struggling, so I’d grasp on to every little bit of happiness and good thing that I could, not actually working through the genuine anxiety, stress, and frustration I was feeling. 

Without me consciously realizing it, my mental health was worse than I had thought. I know I’m not the first to say ‘mindfulness’ has its benefits, but boy would that have come in handy recently. Before I knew it, my tower I built came crashing down. …But to be fair, that tower was built on some shaky foundation.

‘The Tower’ is probably the most infamous card among tarot readers. While those outside of the tarot community may think of ‘The Devil’ or “Death’ as the ‘bad’ or ‘scary’ cards — for the tarot readers, it’s ‘The Tower’ we dread to see, and for understandable reasons! The meaning can be quite simple: crash and burn. Everything you know turned upside down. Life suddenly bursting through your door with all sorts of misfortune. Often one after another after another. No hope or end in sight! Everything you’ve built, gone in an instant!

But this card exists in the deck for a reason, it’s there not just to torture us (though for some, I know it can feel like that!), but to guide us. So what is there for us to learn when we have our ‘Tower’ moments? Can we actually survive the fall? Can we rebuild?

Like in most imagery, ‘The Tower’ is often struck down by another force, often lightning, suggesting outside influences in our life that have brought down our comforts. A medical bill. Water leaks in your home. Even in relationships with family or friends. Unexpected drama or an accident. The only thing we can control is ourselves, and sometimes even that doesn’t feel true.

But there’s more to this card than just the unexpected upheavals that life can bring. I want to take a moment to dive into the specific imagery of each of these different Tower cards, and see what wisdom we can gleam from them. Of course, these are my takes based on the artwork, so don’t take this as gospel, rather, use this as an opportunity to pause and reflect on what YOU see in the cards.

Green Glyphs Tarot: Very in your face about it, this card does not shy away from the shock of being not only brushed off your feet, but shaken out through your window! — as a literal hand grasps your home, has torn it from its foundation, and is ejecting all of its contents. How far is the fall? Where will you land? It remains unseen, as you plummet into the depths of the unknown. Quite a fearful depiction. But as you are in the fall, you can take this time to reflect upon this change. Perhaps you were too complacent, perhaps a shake-up was necessary, perhaps this is a test of your strength, or perhaps this upheaval can open your eyes to the world outside the safety of what you knew? Perhaps, whether you felt ready or not, this is life saying, “It’s time for you to grow.”

RWS Pocket Edition: It certainly lives up to the meaning of “upheaval”, as the people are seemingly thrown (or perhaps even leaping for safety) from the destruction of the tower. It’s a card that screams ‘pay attention’ with the shocking imagery. And not being able to see where the people are falling adds to its unease. One person appears more prepared than the other, looking forward to catch their fall, while the other seems distressed from the events that just transpired. I think it’s a balance of both, that you can find yourself in either position, and both people could also switch positions. The one in red could look back and panic, and the one in blue could look forward and brace for impact. It’s a choice for how you can react, you have the power to take control. 

Celtic Dragon Tarot: This was a frightening card for me for a long time. Similar to the above cards, the artwork here is shocking and scary. The dragons appear very intimidating, powerful, and threatening. While there is a storm, the dragons are taking their own action around the tower. Are they defending it? Or participating in its destruction? There is a pile of rocks at the base, the tower might’ve been destroyed and rebuilt time and time again. I often imagine myself from the perspective of a person there watching this happen. Am I brave enough to approach? Perhaps I could be the one to rebuild the tower and try again? Or find peace with the dragons?

Celestial Tarot: (yes I caved and bought the Five Below deck! I actually quite like it, haha.) The image here at first glance was difficult for me to decipher, but as I thought more on it, I realized this tower is very different from the typical tower — it’s intact. It’s stable, upright, and balanced. The fire, another common symbol with this card, seems to be a part of the tower, not destroying it. I think this card could show that you have the ability to find stability and stand strong, despite what may be going on around you. You don’t have to fear the fire, you can use it, make it a part of you, and grow stronger with it.

That feeling of overwhelm that I’ve been experiencing lately has been screaming to be heard, and it wasn’t until I had no choice but to listen that I finally acknowledged it. Stress, frustration, anxiety, fear — these feelings don’t just go away because you want them to. They have to be seen, heard, and accepted, in order for you to start on a healthier path. You might not always see things coming, there might not always be signs, but it’s the decisions you make once that upheaval happens, how you work through it, and live with it, that really puts yourself to the test, and shows you how strong you can truly be. I know I’m not as strong as I’d like to be, but with each ‘Tower Moment’, I get myself a step closer.

What do you see in these cards? How do you feel about ‘The Tower’?

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-LR🐇

[seventhconsumedsigil]

This has actually been something I've been pondering on for a while and unfortunately for you, this post provided an excellent chance for me to ramble about my nonsense which I will be taking. This entire post is going to be a whole pile of gibberish because I don't have anything organised here, but the driving idea is that this can apply not just to "realism" as in like real life, but realism as in "this feels like it could be real". Also just an excuse to infodump about the societal blorbo in my head, sue me.

So, anyone on a post about the logistics of agriculture in a fantasy setting is probably going to understand on a spiritual level why I have beef with ASOIAF's worldbuilding with the winters, so I'll skip over the why and onto what came out when I started thinking about how that could work, while actually paying attention to the ideas of the above post and general food logistics. I also made it due to a vast magical anomoly that might be a hole in reality, but that's bog standard fantasy stuff and honestly as long as you keep your wards up the average person is much more threatened by problems with the food supply and other internal issues.

The first thing is magic. I'm sorry, but in a pre-industrial setting mostly based on subsidence farming, you just can't survive winters like that without some degree of rules bending. Might not be normal magic, but you've got to do something in your worldbuilding to account for it or the maths just won't math. In this case, Epic 6 rules Pathfinder 1st edition, which for the non-TTRPG people basically means you get to around small fireballs and your first extra attack abilities before levelling just stops, around the level you'd see from characters in most heroic fantasy. People get more skilled, but never really more powerful than say, Aragorn. The setting has magic in it and a fundamentally weird ecology that's adapted to this boom and bust cycle dictating everything, with creatures either shaping their lifecycles to just lose >90% of their members every time it happens, shifting around niches and attitudes or just straight up hibernating through it unless they live in the few sheltered geographical features,

This gives me a very interestingly constrained culture culture, because it's got to operate inside some extremely tight boundaries of what's going to work. One initial one that it is very invested in magical bloodlines, because popping out sorcerers who can give you the little things in life like enhancing carrying capacity or putting food into stasis is really damn useful compared to sending Timmy off to study for twenty years to do the same thing more "reliably" or whatever. Are they going to be casting Fireball at bandits, no, but you know what they are casting? They're casting the many facets of the Magic Spell Of Eating Next Year and that's honestly more important!

On the slightly less magical side, the psudo-regular long dark also functions sort of like volcanic explosions. Horrifically destructive, very dangerous to the inhabitants, but also massively fertilising the place, such that when they aren't around everything grows extremely aggressively. There's even some quest hooks in there to maybe try and grab the first growth of certain rare plants after the dark ends, for their greater arcane density or whatever. Maybe rich wizards want to feed their familiars them or whatever, who knows.

The basic staple crops have to be different, packing in harvest after harvest in these growth periods instead of just one and done like most that exist in a more stable cycle, and that's going to massively reshuffle how harvest goes along with the rest of the agricultural cycle. Maybe some places split their growth into current and stockpiles, selectively breeding different crops for each one to result in a substantially different cusine depending on the cycle! Maybe there's even social markers that key off this where eating "stockpile" food when the sun still looks right is basically just admitting you're screwed, or where the particularly obscenely rich can afford to spend twice as much magic on preservation just so that their vitamin C can come from "fresh" berries instead of more efficient to grow and preserve sources. Just because magic exists doesn't mean it's cheap after all, so it's a fairly good mark of social standing to still be eating fresh food when everyone else is staving off scurvy with juice so sour you can just taste the efficiency.

This doesn't really have a conclusion, I just wanted to ramble about weird worldbuilding. People should do more of it, and examining it critically need not be poison to the wonder. In my experience, it makes it even more interesting.

Slight note about the system of food.

'cause adding it to the large doc might crash my computer?

I've realized that though historical fiction minds this more when set in pre-industrial times, that often fantasy set in agricultural societies doesn't seem to do this, though it should.

So I'll give you an example...

Almost everything in Korean food is centered and bred for two things: Kimchi and soy sauce.

But what you don't realize in your industrialized state how freaking long it takes to make these things and how much planning is involved and how much you have to mind the seasons in order to make it correctly.

Kimchi:

Baekchu (or other vegetables) that's often harvested in fall.

The salt, which was traditionally sea salt was harvested in the spring and summer months.

Garlic is a spring to mid summer crop.

The sweet rice that goes into winter kimchi takes a ton of work to make and can take from Spring to fall.

The fish sauce that goes into Kimchi that helps preserve it for over a year, takes and ENTIRE YEAR to make. Yes, a year. You really, really have to plan on that. And what do you do if the fishing is poor for that year?

Spring onions are faster to grow, but you still have to time it for the fall kimchi making.

The fish are seasonal. For example, Yellow Corvina is taken in Korea in the spring. Shrimp in the summer (June), and anchovies in early spring to fall.

Your timing has to be impeccable and you need an entire year to plan this one dish.

Meanwhile, you, industrialized person, take for granted that you can get fish sauce any time you like and can pour it over kimchi.

In fantasy this could add flavor to your fantasy make up, if your character can only get this dish once a year. It can add political unrest (What do you mean the salt harvest was poor and we're left with the shitty metallic salt), because your characters in an agricultural society will be subject to weather changes, which you get when reading historical fiction and so on. Three seasons of poor harvest, daaaamnn... the people might overthrow their government. There might be new religions that pop up, there might be uprisings because the King and Queen are eating feasts every day while the peasants are eating things that are empty calories.

What I'm saying is that you can't be too entrenched into industrial mindset if you're not writing an industrial setting.

That orange is seasonal and only comes about in a connected system that has winter and a warmer climate.

Maybe there are key foods for your climate that are highly treasured or sought after. Mandarins once were. Cacao. Think a bit about those things and how it might interact with the larger world. When does your plant mature and when can it be harvested? is it different from different climates? There's wars that have been fought over food. (Tea, famously, at least a few times).

A staple crop failing is going to have devastating consequences.

And yet, often in fantasy, I often see people going, ya know what I can eat in the dead of winter, strawberries. Do we have greenhouses? No. Did we have freezers? No. But you know what my character is eating? A strawberry. Yeah, think about that. Strawberries don't preserve well. So plan out the timing of your dishes a bit (to the climate and subsistence system) and it can give a bit of background worldbuilding to your dishes and food.

I do have to say that the small mentions from Rings of Power n what's in season or not and why kinda made me feel like the world and the traveling was more "real" with the Harfoot. There's small references to fall v. spring crops.

[astaroth1357]

How the Brothers were Growing Up

Sorry, still finishing up the next request. I just had this idea wandering around Lowes because I got distracted by some orchids and somehow managed to lose track of my family... I'm a grown ass woman, so I texted them but still. Maybe I've actually been a five year-old piloting an adult body this whole time… 

Lucifer 

Child? What child? All I see is a miniature adult.

Well, that's not completely accurate. He had a perfectly normal childhood, all things considered. Michael and Raphael more or less took the helm of raising him with Michael acting as the doting parent and Raphael the more strict one to balance things out.

Since there weren’t any children to play with at the time, Lucifer made it a habit of imitating the older angels - that way he could feel included too. 

He was pretty much that little kid who walked around in his father's ties and pretended to have meetings so he could "play" with the grownups...

He always kind of knew that he didn't fit in with the other angels when he was young and he still remembered that left out feeling, so he had a habit of checking on other “misfit” angels even after becoming an fully accepted adult.

Mammon

Problem child. Plain and simple.

He came up at a time where Lucifer was too old and busy to play with him and this poor baby just wanted attention…

He'd break rules, push buttons, and generally just act out in ways that weren't "angelic” for a long time. It caused a lot of problems, but Lucifer - still pretty young himself - always had a small soft spot for his antics (I mean, who wouldn’t laugh after he replaced Raphael's spear with a teddy bear on a broomstick?)

Mammon never exactly rebelled, though. He'd just push the envelope a lot in order to get noticed which, unfortunately, only got more and more problematic as he grew older...

Lucifer was one of the few people to ever reach out to him and see his potential as an angel, which is why he chose him to be his closest assistant. This helped Mammon straighten out some… but not entirely. This is still Mammon we're talking about here.

Levi

Shy baby boi… but with a good head on his shoulders.

Levi was one of those quiet kids who’s too shy to actually interact with people unless they initiated the conversation, which made him feel extra left out from the others…

Thankfully, since Mammon and Levi were young around the same time the two ended up being partners-in-crime for a while. If there was mischief to be had, they were probably behind it with Mammon spearheading the ideas and Levi making sure that they’d work.

After Mammon started getting his act together, that left Levi feeling left out of something again and he eventually developed several insecurities as a result…

Lucifer was the one to actually notice that Levi had a good mind for strategy - having devised a lot of he and Mammon's pranks in the past - and recommended him as an Archangel, finally giving Levi a place to "belong" (until the war ended anyway.)

Satan

A literal hellspawn.

Pretty much just the worst for the longest time. Temperamental, violent, and destructive on good days, downright homicidal on bad.

Babysitting Satan was less about making sure he didn't hurt himself and more about making sure he didn't hurt anyone else...

He eventually started leveling out after his brain began developing better reasoning skills. Everybody had a fucking celebration the first time he got through a full dinner without attempting to stab a waitress! Lucifer almost cried, it was a joyous day...

Lucifer mostly took on the job of raising Satan, but because he had become even more distant to everyone after the Fall (and he was never particularly warm to start with) it may have left a few... lingering problems for Satan growing up.

Asmo

The "Pay Attention to Me! Pay Attention to Me!!" kid.

There was another lull after Levi was created, which left another angel with no one to play with… but Asmo would not be ignored.

He hung off of everybody's heels, acting cute and "helping" with things in his own way - if the older angels look stressed, he'd go pick them flowers. That sort of thing.

Took "youngest child" privileges to a whole new level. He could practically get away with anything until the twins came around by just flashing his big, amber eyes and a few tears. Even Raphael had a hard time telling him no, something the man would later come to regret...

Asmo didn't exactly change his bad habits much, even after the twins were made, so he'd get reprimanded by the others pretty often. Lucifer was usually the only one who'd ever cover for him (and even then not without a lecture) so Asmo would always try his best to return the favor.

Beel

You know those big, happy puppies who just don't know their own strength…?

Beel's frame sort of outpaced his age. He grew up big and fast compared to everyone else. By the time he started puberty he was only a head shorter than Lucifer and he had fully surpassed his brother not a few months later!

Naturally, this left Beel with a lot of awkward coordination and strength problems through much of his life… Anytime he got a handle on his own body, it'd grow an inch taller or get even stronger seemingly overnight…

Though he was sweet, he’d always end up breaking things on accident and most angels couldn't help but see him as a sort of brutish, hulking giant as a result...

Though Beel was never really "alone" like any of the others thanks to Belphie, his lack of self-coordination and constant slip ups made the older angels look down on him… Expect for Lucifer, who actually took the time to encourage Beel's strengths over berating his faults. Their relationship remained strong ever since.

Belphie 

That kid you'd lose in the park because he got distracted by a pretty flower, didn't remember to keep walking beside you, then just wandered off to the swing set because he felt like it.

Belphie marched to the beat of his own drum. He wouldn’t be rushed, he wouldn’t be swayed, and he might have listened to someone… but only if he wanted to.

Dealing with Belphie was maddening for anyone not named Beel because he'd do what he pleased and was very good at getting away with it. He had a potent combination of wit and Baby Brother Privilege even then.

It didn’t help that Asmo babied Belphie the most and pretty much taught his brother all the ways he'd get away with things back before the twins were made…

In all honesty, Lucifer probably coddled Belphie nearly as much as Asmo. Angel twins are exceedingly rare and Belphie being there at all was literally a miracle. Though he had enough backbone not to let him get away with everything, Belphie always knew "Big Brother Lucifer" would help him out... most of the time...

[scarletjedi]

Look, I know I haven’t finished *any* other Untamed time travel au, but I have another one, so here we go:

We begin in Qinghe, before the death of the sect leader, so Nie Mingjue is still the heir. In fact, it’s only a few days before Wen Ruohan makes his first move when Mingjue wakes in his childhood bedroom—which is odd, because he was pretty sure he was dead. Huaisang comes running in, crying from a nightmare and Mingjue comforts him without thinking. Of course, he says something that makes Hauisang freeze and look at him more closely because Hauisang is back too—and the nightmare was the next two decades.

Well, first things first: save their father and see about preventing the war. And, barring that, ending it quickly. (It’s not perfect- Mingjue was not fully grown when he became a sect leader, and Huaisang is still a child, but they make it work and it’s *good.* without the pressures of being a sect leader in war, or the need to avenge their father, Mingjue‘s qi is more stable than it was last time, keeping his temper in better check, and Huaisang was always going to be a strategist.

This culminates in a conference in Qinghe- they don’t call it that, they call it something different, but the focus is on the next generation. It’s Huaisang’s idea - the Wen were defeated by the joint efforts of the other sects, so by uniting early, by being more involved with each other, no one sect would be able to take advantage of such isolationism. It’s a little bit UN, a little bit mutually assured destruction.

Of course, then the other sects begin arriving, and only after the formal greetings that Mingjue realizes that the heirs are acting strange. XiChen won’t meet his eyes, Wangji is practically *cuddling* the head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang, and Wei Wuxian is quite happily chattering his ear off, both of them ignoring the warning signs from Sect Leader Jiang, Madame Yu, and Lan Qiren. At least Jin Zixuan seems to finally be paying attention to Maiden Jiang, and—

“Huaisang, if I find out this is your fault—“

“Jiang-Xiong! I don’t know what you’re talking about, I really don’t!”

Mingjue turns to find Sandu Shengshu, Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Cheng, (Cheng-er) standing there, arms crossed and looking at Huaisang with well earned suspicion.

“Uh huh,” he says, flat, abs Huaisang pouts. He looks over at Mingjue. “Mingjue,” he says, face twitching at the way Hauisang’s eyes widen over his fan.

“Cheng-er,” Mingjue says, mostly to watch his love flush, (and to see Hauisang’s mouth *drop*) “I’ve missed you.”

Jiang Cheng arches abs eyebrow, and without the breadth of age he grows into, the expression is nearly identical to that of his mother.

(Behind them, Huaisang is practically livid, demanding they explain his hissed whispers. The truth is simple: they had fallen into bed together during the campaign, and again when they met, but then everybody died, Jiang Cheng turned inward to mourn and Mingjue let him go - he refused to be another body for him to mourn, and he knew his time was soon. He was getting the impression that might have been a mistake, and judging by the slant of his eyebrows, Jiang Cheng was going to tell him so. In detail.

Mingjue looked forward to it.)

With their father still alive, Mingjue ends up with the other heirs and main clan family. They’re all back, having used the time before this to address their issues at home (yunmeng bros reconciliation! XiChen processing his grief with Wangji’s help, Zixuan seeking out Yanli, but also his siblings/amassing political help - and mianmian- to counter his father) and between them actually establish the bonds needed to make this a fixit fic, lol.

[ayamturd]

end│dreamwastaken

summary: dream was once your everything that you would do anything for; what happens when you finally confront the reality of his manipulation and sadistic destruction?

prompt: “we’re both at fault here, and now we both have to pay the price.” 

warnings: descriptive manipulation, a single curse word, angst

pairing: in-game c!dream

a/n: this is my entry for @sleepysoupi​‘s 1.8k event! it goes without saying how late i am considering she’s currently working on her 2.0k event, but still a huge congratulatory to her amazing success and obvious, well deserved recognition <33 we love soupi in this household, nothing less of the fact *^*

also i know the prison doesn’t work exactly like how i wrote it, but let’s pretend for the sake of this fic

wc: (1.6k) - m.list

“Don’t do this, y/n.”

The air was sticky and heavy. As the lava bubbled behind you, it felt as if the heat could reach out and smother you entirely; the subtle warmth that felt insufferably suffocating in the tight space was a large contrast to the dark, opaque walls. 

Although you stood in front of him by your own desire, habits quickly fell to place as he stood proudly above you. Chin raised, Dream’s shoulders were relaxed while he spoke to you. His words were firm, and with clenched fists, you swallowed harshly from his mocking tone. 

You could practically hear his condescending grin without looking in how belittling he addressed you, and you hated how familiar the speech was. 

“After all I’ve done for you, and you want to throw it all away?”

Despite all attempts, you unconsciously bowed your head down. Whether in unjustified guilt or the internal rage from his lies, you couldn’t say yourself. He noticed nonetheless, and played into your vulnerability further. 

He was the one defenseless in this scenario, yet he held all the power in the small cage between the two of you. 

“We made promises! ‘Till the very end, right?!” He began to raise his voice and feigned some form of heartbreak, taking a step dangerously closer to you while you stood there in frozen fear.

Staring harshly down at your feet, the weight of gravity pulled at your tears as they trickled down sparsely. This was different than when you originally confronted him mere hours ago. Here, you were alone and with no backing, no one to reassure you that you did the right thing. That he was a monster that had you blinded for so long.

That you were justified for betraying Dream. 

“Don’t play stupid with me now. You can’t act like I did this all alone. That I’m not the only sick fuck in the room who enjoys the-”

“Stop it,” you whispered with closed eyes. While your voice was small, it echoed so loudly and threw Dream off guard. He shook his head and with a dark chuckle, sneered disparagingly. 

“You really th-”

Your eyes opened as you unexpectedly interrupted him.

“No. For once in my life, I mean it. Shut your egotistical mouth for one goddamn second.”

Everything was in a frozen stand still as you snapped. 

Course tears ran steadily down your cheeks, yet your eyes held more strength than Dream could had ever perceived in that moment. It had been so long since you had lost your voice. Lost your confidence, your fire that drew him in in the first place. It had been so long since you felt like yourself again, the person you once were before he teared you down completely to his mercy. 

You swallowed sternly in exposed anxiety; when was the last time you saw his face like this? Saw his face at all, at that. 

The molten lava radiated the room, it being the main source of light in contrast to the faint glow of the lanterns built into the walls. When you had originally requested to see him one final time before he was officially locked away for good, you had no idea what you expected to see. You didn’t see anything, actually, since you couldn’t bring yourself to try and meet his eye line the entire time. 

Until now. 

As the magma shaded the room in a warm shine, his dull eyes gleamed a faded hue of ash green. His dirty blond hair was visible without his signature hoodie, his previous clothes stripped away and replaced with an attired uniform instead. He hid behind a mask for so long, it was surreal to see him as something so mundane and human.

Your mouth felt so dry from seeing him again. He almost looked like when you first laid eyes on him, that beautiful day when you thought you had fallen in love. How nice the sun felt, and how crisp the wind blew. The summer day was fresh and the sweet smell of honey pervaded the air. To think it was by mere chance he approached you in the white flower field, hidden in the depths of the forest with a charming smile and gentle hand.

How cruel reality liked to play with you and give you false hope that such love could truly exist. 

The memory brought a smoldering rage that made your heart race in return. Back straight, you dared a step towards him with a quiet, yet firm declaration. 

“I’m done making excuses for your lies. For your actions, for the hurt you cause, for you.”

Dream could barely register your words as you continued in growing fury. It was like the floodgates were open and you felt free to speak your truth. 

You were riding this new found wave and would hold nothing back anymore. 

“I let you get away with so much because I truly believed that I loved you. That my love could fix you, or change what you are.”

You stepped forward again, your finger shakily pointed at him. His mouth opened to respond but you spoke before he could try. You weren’t going to give him anything, you thought, he doesn’t deserve your silence.

“I went against everything I believed!” you suddenly yelled, “everything I stood for, everything I thought because of you!”

Your vision was a blur as your raw emotions came loose. You screamed from the top of your lungs to the point where your voice cracked with a head lifted high. 

“I let people get hurt! People I love and care for because I prioritized you over everything I had!”

Another step forward, your voice shook with quivered lips as a result of an ached and long scorned heart.

“To think I used to be so proud to say it, to say you were my everything and my world.” With a trembled exhale, you gathered yourself before finishing your thought. “Maybe I am stupid, but trust me when I say my ignorance was your freedom and my considered love a blind devotion.”

Dream’s face softened considerably, for he was at a loss for words and didn’t have anything to probe at anymore. It was his turn to suffer in a lost acceptance.

“I…”

Shaking your head, you scoffed with your head tilted in disbelief. Smiling darkly, you knew then and there you regained the power of the room and your self-assurance over him. How the turn tables.

“Funny how things change when you have no where to run. When you’re the one helpless and reliant.”

Standing strong with your arms crossed, you stared at him with such distaste. Dream’s brows furrowed with a clench jaw as he stepped even closer to you. He was now mere inches away and glared down at you from his given height. Even then, you wouldn’t back down any longer.

“I do love you, y/n. Everything I did, I did for us. You can’t leave me like this.” He gazed down with such intensity that your past you would have wanted to say something just to appease him entirely; you weren’t that person anymore, and you wouldn’t let him drag you down more than he already has. 

Dropping yours arms before stepping back, you messaged Sam without wavering your eye contact from him. 

“We’re both at fault here, and now we both have to pay the price of it alone.”

The sounded mechanics from outside the box indicated the lava dropping, signifying the end of your visit. Dream grew agitated at the thought of you leaving and dropped his eyes down in resent, a huge contrast to your relaxed and calm state. 

You moved backwards until your back threatened to be burned by the heat. 

“Here’s to loosing all those attachments you mentioned.”

Dream’s head snapped up from your words, but before he could attempt anything further, the Netherite divider rose and separated you both. The lava parted as you approached the platform, Sam visible from across the entrapping moat. He watched closely in regard to your safety and anything Dream might try with your back currently turned. 

Approaching the stone platform once deemed safe, you turned to face him a final time as the contraption slowly pulled you away. Your chin was raised, and your tears were dry in satisfaction to your found closure.

“You were right,” you affirmed, “we did make promises, and this is our end.”

Bonus:

Tommy had been tormenting Dream for the past few minutes or so, his obnoxious taunts a sign of recovery from all the trauma he had dealt with from his young age. He hid behind his humor, but was strong when confronting his abuser with no uncertainty then. 

“Who do you miss the most?”

Dream paused from fiddling with the leather of the book covers from the simple question. His hand began to curl around the thick material, and he drowned out Tommy’s rambling from behind him.

A familiar scent filled his senses, an old and precious memory uncovered from the oppressed depths of his mind. He pulled the book in hand open to a random, but intentional page, his callous fingers tracing over the stained ink.

He wasn’t an artist, and it easily would have been passed for messy, nonsense doodles, yet the drawing practically burned the paper as a reminder of his failed objectives.

The innocent azure bluets insulted him despite being his own creation.

Dream was done playing into Tommy’s confidence, and spoke lowly as his head turned further away from the boy.

“… I think you should go, Tommy."

[jezuschristsuperstar]

To be honest I feel like it’s a little more complex than that. There is resentment there, but not necessarily because they don’t consider him as family- but because of the unfortunate role Richie played in Mikey’s demise (even if he didn’t intend to)

First off, Richie was an enabler. It’s quite the unfortunate fact. Of course he cared for Mikey- he was his friend, someone he loved and respected. But he’s was an enabler. We hear bits and pieces of this scattered throughout the show. They both indulged in destructive behaviours but kept on trying to reason with themselves that it was fine because they were having fun and spending time together (at least on his end). And we see him being hit with the reality that those things were harmful when he goes on a date and she asks him what they were doing at a bar at 5 am in the morning.

Beyond their youth, Richie is the one who has spent the most time with Mikey. They grew up together. Ran a business together. They know each other as both friends and family- despite being an outsider, he knows him better than Nat and Carm cause there is this added element of friendship (sometimes your friends know you better than your siblings/ you have a different relationship). This was something Carmen disliked because he regarded Mikey as his best friend, until he realized that wasn’t the case. He felt like he chose Richie over him. So while they all grew up together, there are tinges of resentment because at the end of the day him and Mikey are actually related and Richie and Mikey aren’t. That’s why he holds the fact that Mikey gave him the restaurant over Richie’s head. That’s why he calls him a leech… he can’t fathom the fact that (in his head) Mikey was more of a brother to Richie than he was to him- and while there is still love there, because there is a lot left unsaid (mainly because the centre of it all is now dead) it intensely affects the dynamic between them.

On to Sugar. I understand Sugars resentment and pain and frustration and anger. As I said before, beyond their youth Richie and Mikey have been together for the longest. Richie was seeing everything that was happening to Mikey first hand. His drug problems, the money lending, the destructive tendencies, Donna- he was there for it. However (and this is my own interpretation) I feel like Richie prioritized feeling like he was a part of something and feeling as if he can fix things, over the health of his friend- and this isn’t done maliciously. The show explores loneliness. All of the main characters (especially the main three) are isolated. You can tell that Richie wants a family, and he gets that. But he also wants to continue the kinship he has had with his friend as he was there for him when he had nobody else, when nobody else understood him. He feels as he owes a lot to him, but much like what we are seeing with Carmen and Sydney, he was addressing these things the wrong way. He wasn’t paying attention. He was doing what he thought Mikey would like, and not what would’ve been best for him. And this eventually led to him losing both Mikey and Tiff. And when you remember that they were together till the end, you understand why Natalie’s first thought would be “why didn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you get him the help he needed?”. Because to Nat, he saw the signs. To Nat, he knew that he wasn’t in a good place. And deep down he knew this too.

Deep down they love him. They care for him. He is family. They have seen each other grow. But they are grappling with death here. Mikey is dead and is never coming back. He left without any explanation. Not even a tangible goodbye. He just left. And when such things happen, the people left behind now have to ask themselves what went wrong. It devolves into assigning blame onto others, or even blaming themselves (in Carmen’s nightmare sequence, we see the ticket machine printing out shit that said he killed Micheal). It is a tough time, and no one is acknowledging it properly or healthily at the moment. They open the locker with Mikey’s belongings- they briefly reminisce, but that’s it. Mikey is a ghost that haunts them. His death is affecting their relationships. And I really hope that this next season allows Richie and Carmen to finally talk about him properly once and for all.

You know, despite calling Richie "cousin", I think Mikey didn't actually consider him family.

Because at the end, he left The Beef to Carmy. His blood brother, who he never let into his restaurant, from who he kept his addiction, and hasn't talked to probably for years.

Yet Richie was with him at The Beef every day, knew how to run the restaurant, and knew about Mikey's drug use. The guy whose marriage collapsed because he prioritized supporting the Berzattos instead of his own wife. In the end, he was just a friend.

And then, Carmy, the kid with zero financial sense, tries to make another kid, Sydney, his partner in the restaurant. A kid he's known for a few short months. A partnership that requires ZERO buy-in from Sydney.

#RichieDeservesBetter

[terminaxshowtime]

Hello Termina. I am not actively falling asleep from medication right now so I bring more abt my ageswap au.

Since Mogami's a child star, he has brought plenty of publication to Mob's business (dunno what that'd be called, maybe something to do with broccoli) which is bad for Mob's social anxiety but it's ok, he gets used to it, smile.

And while the main arcs and stuff go on, like claw arc where the claw gang are actually at Mogami's school, terrorizing other kids until Mogami decides "these kids are messing up one of the only places I FEEL GOOD IN >:(" and ruins their whole plans+other arcs, Mogami is actually going through a LOT at home.

When tha main story starts, Mogami's mother has grown a chronic illness, forcing her to do work from home and basically always be sick and just at home, which has unfortunately led to more neglect, since she can't do too well in taking care of the two all the time, and even some abuse accidentally from yelling at him or being harsh when he makes mistakes and etc. There's also the whole being idolized thing so he has to play up his kindness and etc when outside home, and ofc at home so he doesn't get yelled at for being ungrateful or something, building up plenty of stress upon him.

And, uh, Mob really isn't good at the whole emotions thing as you can tell, so he can't help Mogami there either, and he doesn't even really notice the stress he's under a lot of the time because Mogami's that good at hiding it and looking like just any regular kid. But, bc the stress grows, it needs an output, which lead to Mogami's own little 100%s, most specifically when he feels the need to be violent because he feels he's cornered without another choice.

And in the end, Mogami starts to BREAK, he had to deal with Claw, Reigen choking him, Toi, Minori, his mother seeming like she hates him for even existing (even if that's not true, it just feels that way to him), the media all NEEDING him to be their perfect little attention seeker, and his own master not helping him with anything he needs help with when he tries giving tiny signs he meeds it (not Mob's fault however bc they are tiny and Mogami just doesn't know how to actively ASK for help lol) and Mogami goes "everybody in this world is so evil. Why should I hold back? They all hate me, just like that one girl's spirit said. But I'll MAKE THEM PAY." Cue anger-fueled destruction, friends trying to stop him and then Mob calming him down or something idk I honestly am not going into much detail 4 this au bc it's just a one-off thang to me lol.

But I did doodle this Mogami and Reigen in my sketchbook doe. I should prob do them digitally at sum point.

OH THAT'S AWESOME I LOVE THAT. sorry I didn't see this sooner I forgot to check my asks lmao but this is GREAT !!!

[raineydays411]

Kind of want this adventure to be over.

Bruce Banner x Daughter!reader

Summary: You have finally found your father...just not the way you expected. You sort out your feelings and have some realizations about people in your life.

You felt sick. 

You couldn’t believe it. There he was. Your father, the man who has been missing for four years. 

He was here, being forced to slaughter people as a gladiator on a whole different planet. 

So many questions were running through your mind. How did he get here? Why hasn’t he escaped? How long has he been the Hulk?

You watch as Thor attempts to talk to him, but... it was almost like Hulk...like the attention. You watch in horror as Hulk charged at Thor. Throwing him into the wall. Both you and Loki looked at each other in concern, then glance at the Grandmaster who watched in glee.

You felt dizzy as you watched you father pummel his teammate. It was like he didn’t recognize him. He fought viscously. You cringed when you saw him slam Thor on the floor.

“YES!” Loki shouts, startling you and the Grandmaster, “THATS HOW IT FEELS!” 

You both stare at him, alarmed at the sudden outburst.

“I’m just a big fan of the sport...” He chuckles awkwardly.

He sits back down and looks at you. Concerned as you looked grey, like you were going to be sick. 

He strokes your back comfortly, “ Y/n, if you need to step out...”

“I can’t...I have to stay...” You whisper, watching Thor get beat by the Hulk. You prayed that he would get up. Then it happened.

A bolt of lighting shot the Hulk off of Thor. Then he rises, lighting engulfing his hands. The two charge at each other, and Thor starts to gain the upper hand. You breath a sigh of relief. The audience eats it up. Chanting “Thunder”, but the Grandmaster does not seem happy. Just as Thor was about to finish the fight, he was stunned by something, leaving him motionless on the ground. 

You freeze, watching as your father leaped into the air and came down, smashing Thor into the ground and knocking him out. Finishing the match. You turn to see the Grandmaster lean back in pleasure. 

“So, how do you like it?” He asks casually.

You can barely speak. Too shook up to even form a thought. Seeing your unease Loki spoke for you.

“It was very intense. A very entertaining fight indeed.” He says with a smile.

“What’s wrong with the kid?” the Grandmaster asks taking in your pale face. “ She does not look good.” 

“Yes! Well, um, it seems as though she has eaten something that made her sick. Perhaps it was the jar jar fruit”

“Oh no,” The Grandmaster states, “This is terrible.”

“Yes well--”

“I had a whole bowl!”

“Yes...I’d better take her to her room. Rest shall do her some good.”

Then Loki rises and helps you to your feet. He leads you through the crowds of people. 

You can barely walk. You don’t know why you’re reacting like this. You knew your father was here. 

Maybe it was because of how gruesome this fight could have been. Or maybe because you knew that for four years, your dad has been trapped as the Hulk, murdering aliens as a gladiator for some old lunatic. And it seemed like he liked it. 

Your legs grow weak and you nearly topple to the ground. 

“Woah, easy.” Loki says, “ Darling, take it slow.” 

“I- I think I’m going to throw up” And then you lean over, throwing up into a plant. 

“Ew.” Loki says, watching you defile that poor plant. 

You wipe your mouth and try to stand, you sway a but, almost falling to the ground. Loki then sighs and scoops you up. 

Your face burns, “ I’m sorry...”

“Shut up. I shouldn’t have made you go anyways.”

You stay silent. Resting your head on his chest as he walks you to your room. 

“You know...my dad never did this...” You whisper. Loki looks down at you in confusion.

“Did what?”

“ Carry me to my room. Especially if I was sick.”

“Oh..” Loki says, not really knowing how to respond.

“My mom was the one who did all that. But then...she got sick and...” You trail off. It was rare when you thought about your mom. It hurt to remember all the good times the three of you had, so like your father, you pushed it all down. 

“My mother did that too..” Loki muttered. He walked into your room and set you on the bed. 

“Get changed and lay down. I shall be back in a moment.” Then he walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You change clothes and ay down. Trying to wrap your head around what just happened. 

Your father was here. You found him.

But he was the Hulk and basically a gladiator. 

He’s been here for four years. Killing people for sport. 

“God, I may have seen some weird shit living with the Avengers but this really takes the cake”, You think to yourself, shifting under the covers. You sigh, laying on your back and staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments you heard the door open. It was Loki holding a tray of food.

“Here, this should make you feel better.” He says placing the tray in your lap. It consisted of a plate of some kind of soup, some cracker like snack, and a glass of water. 

“I know it looks heavy, but it made me feel better when I was a child and ill. Although, the one made by the cooks back home may have tasted better.” Loki rambles, “I do think I did pretty well, considering the circumstances.” 

Seeing this side of Loki was shocking. Sure, you both had your moments and you knew he cared about you, but you thought it was more like a forced partnership. But, he could have left you here alone and he didn’t. He went out of way to make you something so you’d feel better. You can feel your eyes water. 

And for the first time since you’ve been on Sakaar, you cried. You cried because you haven’t seen your father for four years. You cried because you were on a completely different planet, millions of light years away from your home. You cried because Loki was being so kind.  

You cried cause you were scared.  You felt like you were in over your head, like you can’t do anything but wait. You have no idea what you’re going to do from here on out and it terrifies you. 

Then you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. You look up to see sad green eyes. Then you’re pulled into a hug. 

“I know.” Loki says softly, “It is overwhelming, and you’re still a child.”

You take a deep breath, taking in the scent of leather and something sweet. You then closed your eyes sinking into the embrace.

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In another part of the castle, Thor had just woken up. Scaring the crap out of the women who were tending to his wounds.

He painfully stands up, looking around the room he was in. It wasn’t like the first cell he was in. No, this one was actually clean. It didn’t smell like body fluids or...death. It was red and white, with weapons and armor laying around. He can see a large bed and a hot tub in the room. 

Thor looks out the window, taking in the scenery and trying to figure out a way to escape. He’s startled out of his thoughts by a splash. He turns to see the Hulk in the tub, sitting in the shadows.

“...Are we cool?” He asks, holding his hands up in surrender. 

He doesn’t get a response, just a low growl. But he isn’t attacked so Thor takes it as a a sign. He goes to the window again and mutters to himself, “Huh, a Hulk in a hot tub.” 

Then he turns to Hulk, “ How long have you been like that?

“Like what?” Hulk grunts

“Like this. Big, green, and...stupid”

Hulk sits up slightly, half of his face in the shadows, “Hulk always Hulk.”

Thor doesn’t respond, opting to look out the window again, then he realizes,

“How’d you get here?”

“Winning” Hulk says proudly.

Thor rolls his eyes, “ Do you mean cheating? Did they have one of these shocky things on their necks? I meant, how did you arrive here.”

Hulk imitates a whooshing and crashing noise, “Quinjet.”

Thor gets excited, “ Yes! Okay and where is the quinjet now?” 

Hulk doesn’t respond, instead he gets out of the tub. The only problem is that he didn’t have a towel...or anything to cover himself. Giving Thor a good look at his goods.

“That’s naked...very naked” Thor says cringing. “ That’s in my brain now.”

“Quinjet.” Hulk says, pointing to where the plane is. Uncaring about the state of undress he was in.

Thor gets excited again, “Yes! I can get us home, off of this awful planet. You’ll love Asgard! It’s like earth but gold”

“Hulk stays.” Hulk grunts, taking a bit out of some fruit.

“What? No no no, I need your help to prevent Ragnarok.” Thor says desperately.

“Ragnarok?” Hulk questions uncaringly. 

“Yes, its the destruction of my home planet, the end of times.”

“Thor go. Hulk stay.” Hulk says stubbornly. 

Thor is desperate. He needs to get home before Hela completely destroys everything he holds dear.

‘Look, I’ll tell you what, you help be get to Asgard, and I’ll help you get back to earth.’

“ Earth hate Hulk.”

“What?” Thor exclaims, “ Everyone loves Hulk! You’re part of the team, you’re our friend!”

“Banner’s friend.” Hulk grunts, not believing a word Thor is saying.

“WHat? I don’t even prefer Banner” Thor says awkwardly, “ He’s all ‘ NUmbErs aND SCienCe’ and stuff.”

“Banners friend!” Hulk exclaims. 

By now Thor is frustrated, “Fine. You stay here on this awful planet. Besides this room his hideous. The red and white, like just pick a color.”

“Smash you.” Hulk grunts

“You didn’t smash me, I won that fight.”

“Smash you!” Hulk throws the fruit at Thor.

Thor dodges it calling Hulk a baby. He heads toward the entrance that is left open.

“Thor go!” Hulk shouts.

“I am going!” Thor shouts back, but before he can step out of the room he’s shocked. The obedience puck stunning him

 As he falls to the ground, he can hear Hulk laugh. 

“Thor no go. Thor home.”

He sighs, looking out the window. He briefly hears Hulk say something about training. Then he sees her. The woman who got him into this mess in the first place. 

She pays no mind to him, instead greeting Hulk like they were long time friends. 

They go train, leaving Thor alone with his thoughts. 

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You wake up in the dark room. It seems that Loki has left as you were alone. Your eyes sore from crying, you look around for your bag. You find it, pulling out your phone, earbuds, and journal. 

You write your feelings as you listen to music. 

You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to go find your father and Thor, but another part trusts Loki and wants to stay. It doesn’t help that he has been the most fatherly figure you’ve had in a  while. 

Sure you had the Avengers. You could even argue that Tony has filled that role of father figure since your dad went missing. But, you and Loki formed a tight bond in a few days that took months for you and Tony to form. You both got along well, bonding over distant fathers, dead mothers, and theater. Not to mention you both had a sarcastic attitude. If anything, he’s taken over a big brother role, but nevertheless; betraying his trust was one thing that you couldn’t do.

You sigh, knowing what you were going to do. 

You were going to find your father.

So you get out of bed and change into your suit. You put your phone in your stuff in your bag and grab your weapons. 

You walk down the hallways, not knowing where to begin to find your father. Then an idea hits you. If you can find out where Thor is, you’d most likely find out where your dad is. So with that in mind you decided to ask a guard. 

“Excuse me.” You say to a red guard, “ Do you know where the …”Lord of Thunder” is staying? The Grandmaster allowed me to go and meet him. I am a big fan” 

The guard hesitated, not knowing who you were. But since you dropped the Grandmasters name, he pointed you to the hallway Thor was supposedly in. 

“Thank you!” You beamed, making sure to skip away as if you were a fan. You skip till you were out of sight and sigh, slowing down to a walk. You strolled down the hallways, throwing fake smiles at the guards you passed. 

Finally, you reached a room at the end of the hallway. You notice a woman pass you and walk staright into the room. You hide behind a wall and listen to the conversation. 

“Hey big guy!” She says, you notice that she has an accent similar to Thor’s.

“Angry girl!” another voice says...Your fathers voice. You can hear footsteps coming your way. You quickly pull out your phone and sit down, hoping they’ll walk right past you. You don’t need Hulk seeing you right now. If anything, he’d change back to Bruce and that’ll cause a whole bunch of problems. 

Thankfully, they pay no mind to you. You watch as they joke around and nudge each other. It’s strange, seeing the Hulk to at ease with another person. 

It kind of hurts, in the same way it hurt to see your dad with Natasha. It was like you couldn’t get close to either side of him. Or he chose not to get close to you. 

Pushing away your feelings, you get back to the mission, finding Thor. 

You head  to the room at the end of the hallway. Surprisingly, there were no guards or even a door blocking your way. You can see Thor, standing by the window. His back was turned to you but he was completely still. 

You walk through the door way, and look around the room. It was messy and kinda ugly. The red and white really didn’t clash well.

Then you were startled by Thor loudly gasping. You run up to where he was.

“Thor? Thor are you alright?”

He focuses on you, eyes widening at your presence. 

“Y/n?” He says slowly, “ Y/n?! What are you doing here?”

“The Dr. Wizard said my dad was here. So I came looking for him...” You say slowly. “ Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better.” Thor laughs, “ Have...have you been here this whole time?”

“Yeah, I got here the same day Loki did, so about two weeks ago. Since then I--”

“Wait, have you been with Loki this whole time?” Thor asks.

“Yeah, he’s the reason I’m still alive to be honest.” You say, “ He helped me get in favor of the Grandmaster and he’s been looking out for me ever since.”

“Loki?” Thor says in disbelief, “ My brother, Loki? He has been taking care of you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t believe it either...but he’s been so kind to me, Thor. Kinder than anyone has been in a while.” You say softly. 

Thor smiled, he was glad that there was still a part of the Loki he knew growing up. That you were alright. 

“You look awesome.” He says taking in your outfit, “Where did you get those clothes?!” 

You laugh, “ It seems like the Grandmaster likes to give make overs.” You look at Thor, “ Dude they cut your hair?!” 

“Yeah some creepy old man cut it off.” He says, suddenly he pulls you in for a hug. “ I am beyond glad to see you here.” 

You blush and hug him back, “I’m glad you are okay.’

Then you frown, “ My...my dad...he’s here.”

Thor freezes, “ Oh Y/n I completely forgot..”

“It’s okay... he looks fine” You say bitterly, remembering how chummy he was with that girl.

“ He can’t know I am here.” You say quickly, “ If he does, he’ll change back and raise suspicion.”

“I need help to get out of here.” Thor says, “ Asgard is in danger.”

“Why don’t you just walk out the door?” You ask

“Because, this neck thingy shocks me whenever I try to leave.” Thor says showing you his neck.

“Ohh so that’s why you lost the fight,” You say realizing what happened.

“I dis not lose” Thor said, “Your father cheated.”

You snicker, “What ever you say Lord of Thunder.” 

Thor sighs at the name, knowing that you weren’t going to stop calling him that. 

“Y/n, I need you to help me get out.” Thor says desperately. You furrow your brow, thinking of a way to get him out of here. 

“Okay...I have an idea.” 

You spend the next thirty minutes comin up with an idea. Revising and editing ideas that’ll get him out of here unscathed. 

That’s when you realized that you shouldn’t be here when Hulk gets back. 

“I have to go.” You say quickly, gathering all your stuff. 

“Wait, wait, how are you going to escape...” Thor says worriedly. “ Your father doesn’t even know your here.”

You sigh sadly, “ I doubt he cares. He seems pretty content here.” 

“Y/n, that’s Hulk, not Banner. Your father loves you.” 

You chuckle, “ You know, in last few weeks. Loki showed he cared about me more than my father has in all the years I’ve been alive.”

“Oh...that’s bad.” Thor says, because if you knew Loki cared about you and not your father...that was saying a lot.    

“Good luck Thor, I better go before some guards show up.” You say, patting his arm and dashing off. And again, Thor was alone. 

Running through the hallways, you bump into someone. You fall to the ground in a huff.

“Watch where you’re walking!” 

“Sorry dude, jeez don’t get your undies in a twist.” You say, getting up from the ground. You look up to see the girl who was with the Hulk. 

“Do..do I know you? You look familiar.” She says, closely looking at your face. 

“Umm, I tell stories to the Grandmaster.” You say quickly, “I better go.” 

Then you run off again, leaving a confused Valkyrie behind. 

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You finally make it to your room. Panting as you close the door.

“Where have you been.” 

You jump, not expecting anyone to be in your room. 

“Relax, its just me.” Loki says, rolling his eyes, “ Now, where were you? I came back into your room, expecting to find you in bed, resting.”

“Sorry, I... I went to see Thor.” You say honestly. 

“Y/n.” Loki starts, but you interrupt him.

“I know! I know I shouldn’t have gone, but I felt really bad and wanted to make sure he was okay.” 

Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked at your face, seeing your guilty eyes and frown. He’s demeanor softened, “ You are too kind for your own good.”

You chuckled, “Well, one of us has to have redeemable qualities.”

“Hey!” Loki shouts offended. You laugh at his face.

“I can get used to this” You think to yourself. You yawn, suddenly tired from all your activities.

“Get some rest.” Loki says, “You’ll need it’” 

Then he leaves the room after ruffling your hair.

As you get ready for bed and finally lay down, you realize you can’t sleep.

 You have a crushing feeling that something big was going to happen the next day.

[aphrostarot]

Who Are You Pick a Pile

How are you seen by your friends, family, you, and society? How do you want to be seen and who are you actually?

Remember that this is a general reading and some things may not apply to you. Do not try and force it to fit. If you would like a personal reading you can click here. There I have my shop where I offer all of my readings. Or you can dm me with what you'd like.

*Please read before you pick a pile*

I say spirit when I am channeling and writing out your readings, if you do not believe in spirit that is totally okay, this message is still meant for you if you feel that it is! Whatever you believe in is valid and you can ignore when I say spirit if you don't believe in it or, replace it with whoever you believe is giving you this message. If you have any questions or you just want to talk about this feel free to dm me!

Pile One (Rose Quartz):

How do your friends see you?

Three of Wands: In this specific deck the three of wands is depicted as a long journey ahead, one that you are just starting. That being said, this would mean that your friends see you as someone who is starting a journey, maybe of self-discovery, a career journey, spiritual journey, etc. Your friends see you as someone strong, knows what they want, and is driven to get that.

The Avenger: The Avenger is made, not born. Her state of mind evolved from a primal desire for vengeance - and she has the drive to carry it out by whatever means necessary. The Avenger is distinguished by her ability to weaponize her innate knowledge and her surroundings and forgoes other elements of her personality until justice is served. In revenge films, the Avenger functions as karma personified - and her payback is defined by its symbolic, poetic flourish. Your friends think you’re strong and that you are someone who has fought to become who they are and will continue to fight until they become who they want to be.

How does your family see you?

Five of Pentacles: This card represents poverty, a great loss. Your family sees you as someone who has lost a lot and is currently in a dark place, in a low. They think that you are going through a tough time. You have lost a lot and that you need help.

The Goth: The Goth lives in a romantic world of horror and death. In genre fiction, the Goth often finds herself as the keeper of a mystical secret, an explorer of unholy ground, or an unknowing link to the realm of the dead. She often makes her home in a remote, decaying property, and her solitude allows for her to fully embrace every instance of terror. While the Goth’s inquisitive nature and innate resolve allow her to stand up against corrupt forces, both human and supernatural, she may also allow herself to be seduced by dark passions. This is how your family sees you, as someone who has accepted the darkness and is not willing to come out. They also see you as someone who wants to go against the grain and does their own thing.

How do you see you?

The Sun: Happiness is the meaning of this card. You see yourself as someone who is happy, successful, optimistic, and confident. You feel like you have this warm energy surrounding you, yellow may resonate with you. You feel like you are a light in a lot of people’s lives like you are the person people go to when they need someone to brighten their mood.

Two of Pentacles: The primary meaning of this card is, balance and all things that come with it such as; adaption, flexibility, and resourcefulness. Again, you view yourself as someone who is resourceful, the person that others go to when they need help. You feel as though you have your life in check, you know what you want and how you’re going to get it. You feel like you are good at balancing things and keeping everything in order.

The Muse: The Muse speaks to the soul. In fiction, the Muse is a woman who embodies the spirit of a particular moment so much that she’s upheld as an inspiration. While the Muse may be kept as a source of personal inspiration for an artist, her life is an artistic expression in itself. She may exude an attitude, philosophy, or appearance that makes her emblematic of lifelong creative or romantic partnerships. Even if her je ne sais quoi is short-lived, her impact can be crystallized forever. You think you are the person who is an inspiration to the people around you, that people center their lives and pursuits off of what you have done and continue to do.

How does society see you?

Seven of Pentacles: This is the card of growth, of hard work paying off after some planning. Society sees you as someone who has gone through a lot and has grown from that, that you’ve planned the way you want your life to go and that you execute those plans. You do everything you need to in order to get to where you want to be.

The Spinster: The Spinster is unbothered. In romance fiction, the Spinster is a woman who has remained single past the age deemed desirable, and as such is typically childless. The Spinster’s isolation from traditional domestic roles of wife and mother makes her solitary life a source of speculation and projected anxiety. The Spinster is generally used to caution young women against the dead-end of an unmarried life, and her solitude is seen as a consequence of curdled femininity. Whether by choice or not, the Spinster has the ability to rely solely on herself. Society views you as an independent person, someone who doesn’t need anyone, someone who chooses to be single because they don’t need anyone other than themselves to make them happy.

How do you want to be seen?

The Hermit: This is the card of solitude, of self-reflection. Meaning, you want to be seen as someone who is independent, working on themselves, and growing. You may like the idea of people viewing you as a hard-working self-indulgent person, a person who keeps to themselves and has persevered through everything thrown their way. Someone who makes their life work and has gotten what they want because they worked for it.

The Earth Mother: The Earth Mother is in sync with her environment. In genre film, the Earth Mother represents a connection to the terrestrial, often by rejecting modernity and embracing life in nature. She may present as a hippie who prioritizes the health of the environment, or as the maternal figure in a commune, offering motherly guidance to those seeking a more pastoral life. She may also be upheld as a symbol of growth, harvest, or fertility, and possess a mystical connection to the secrets of the natural world. You very much may want to be seen as someone with cottage core energy.

Who are you actually?

Nine of Wands: You are someone who has a lot of emotional baggage from your upbringing or previous relationships. This makes you a people-pleaser who wants others to like you because, deep down, you feel unworthy. Therefore, you’re the type of person who others walk over and take advantage of. On the opposite end of the scale, you could be unwilling to let anyone into your inner circle. You do not trust easily and are suspicious of others. The Nine of Wands, however, is a sign that your mistrust may be justified, which is a positive aspect of the card; you’re not quick to let just anyone into your life.

The Maid: The Maid sees everything and tells nothing. In pulp fiction, the Maid is typically a meek domestic worker who peers into the daily intrigues of the family she’s working for. Be it excessive consumption, familial corruption, or adulterous affairs, the Maid is expected to sweep the scandals of the every day up and out of sight. Due to her exclusive access to people’s lives, she may often palsy as a star witness in a trial, or get caught up in a blackmail scheme. But the Maid typically represents some form of class repression or exploitation - until she gets the chance to turn the tables. You have been on the underside of life for a long time, that doesn’t mean you will always be that way, you can turn the tables after a bit of work

Pile Two (Sodalite):

How do your friends see you?

Page of Pentacles (reversed): The Page of Pentacles reversed represents someone who is; foolish, immature, irresponsible, lazy, an underachiever, and a procrastinator. This is how your friends see you as someone who is not reliable and is childish.

The Cyborg: The Cyborg is a transgressive blend of human and machine. In science fiction, the organic, human form can be supplemented with technological enhancement. As such, the Cyborg has the capacity for mechanical perfection, working in tandem with human thought, emotion, and values. While often a figure of fear for their ability to rewrite and surpass human flaws. The Cyborg may use their abilities for destruction, but can also offer a glimpse into a perfected human being who is able to transcend human history and work towards utopic harmony. Your friends see you as someone who needs an upgrade. Someone who needs to change so they can be like the cyborg, able to use their powers to bring about harmony or destruction.

How does your family see you?

Seven of Swords (reversed): This is the card of truth being revealed, of having been manipulative in the past and now coming out and revealing that truth. So, your family sees you as someone who has something to reveal, something that you have been hiding from them.

The Headmistress: The Headmistress rules with an iron fist. In fiction, the Headmistress is responsible for overseeing the entirety of a school, typically one for girls or young women, and for managing its students, staff, and grounds. While the Headmistress is typically a strict disciplinarian with an eye for getting results, she can also function as a maternal, albeit authoritative presence. Her reputation often precedes her, and being summoned into her office is enough to strike fear into the heart of any student. Your family views you as someone who is to be feared, someone who does whatever it takes to be heard and in control.

How do you see you?

Seven of Wands: You see yourself as someone who needs to stand up for yourself no matter what, defend yourself and your territory. You may have gone through a lot to get to where you are and you don’t what to lose it. You feel like people are constantly trying to question you and bring you down, so, you defend yourself.

The Empress: You view yourself as the Divine Feminine, as someone who embraces all things feminine. You think you are someone who is loving, warm, sensual, and that you are as charismatic as you are beautiful. You defend yourself because people don’t understand the real you, in your eyes.

The Siren: The Siren’s call is irresistible. In horror and mythology, the Siren is a beautiful amphibious creature who appears as a human woman or a human and animal hybrid. The Siren typically lives with others of her kind in the rocks and cliffs of coastal areas. Together, the Sirens use their powerful voices to lure passing sailors towards shipwreck and death. While the origins and goals of the Siren vary, she is ultimately symbolic of the challenge of resistance. You feel like you are irresistible, that you are someone that nobody can resist.

How does society see you? The Magician: The Magician is someone who is; spontaneous, skillful, creative, original, someone of quick understanding, excellent reasoning, intelligent initiatives, and intellectual curiosity. This is how society views you, as someone who is extremely intelligent, someone who uses their brain and is quick with it.

The Gamine: The Gamine strolls the side streets straight into your heart. In genre film and musicals, the Gamine appears as a young, often waifish woman with a penchant for androgynous style and frank speech. Her rejection of what’s ascribed as feminine is characterized by her embrace of the masculine, opting for a short chop or pixie cut and boxy clothes, and presenting a boyish, unpolished demeanor. The Gamine may pursue an independent, bohemian lifestyle in defiance of gender expectations, but is too charming to thwart off attention from suitors from all walks of life.

How do you want to be seen?

Queen of Swords: The Queen of Swords has very high standards and can be highly critical of herself and others, she doesn’t allow anyone to use her, she puts people in their place. You want to be seen as someone who stands up for themselves and is loved but slightly feared. You want people to understand where they stand with you and to not test you or cross you.

The Coquette: Flattery has gotten the Coquette everywhere, and she has no plans to stop now. In genre film or musicals, the Coquette has a way with words and a knack for reading people - particularly people who have something she wants. She can be an adept conversationalist or an emotional card sharp, but she’ll make you feel so good about yourself you won’t even miss whatever it is you’ve handed over. You want to be seen as someone who is charming, a little intimidating but still, charming. You want people to fear you but also love you.

Who are you actually?

Ace of Pentacles: You are or are meant to be very clever and full of ideas. You are very innovative and clever and you do best with intellectual activities. You use the power of your mind to achieve what you want and need. You will apply reason and intellect to confront issues occurring in your life. You have great literacy skills and rarely lose an argument or discussion. You are someone who is very competitive and will not let go of your position easily. You love taking risks. You usually become an expert in any field you work in. A part of you is very restless and you need to be constantly stimulated. Sometimes you get lost in your head and need to be grounded. It is worth mentioning that the Ace of Pentacles represents new money coming forward, so, it is worth saying that you may be meant to make money in some way.

The Diva: The Diva has a gift from heaven that can make your life hell. In genre film, the Diva is a commanding artistic presence with an impossibly unique talent. The Diva is highly sought after and showered with praise but can become indignant and fickle when she’s not in total control of her ability. She may demand that conditions be met perfectly in order for her to perform, and storm out if she’s denied. Ultimately, the Diva needs her talent to shine just as much as the people around her, and she will do what is necessary to stay in the spotlight. You are meant to be in the spotlight, whether that be literally famous or just in the spotlight in your personal surroundings.

Pile Three (Fuchsite):

How do your friends see you?

Ten of Wands (reversed): The Ten of Wands reversed represents that your friends see you as someone who is truly burdened by circumstances that are not necessary in your life. They think that you are shouldering too much responsibility, that you fail to delegate because you may fear asking for help or you truly believe that you are capable of handling it all on your own. They think that if you continue to go on this way, you will reach a breakdown.

Six of Pentacles (reversed): The Six of Pentacles reversed means that your friends think that you are someone who is extremely generous, to your own faults. You give too much, more than you are capable of giving. They think that you are extremely nice and caring but that you need to take care of yourself. This could also mean that they think that you are someone who gives but at a cost. That when you are “generous” it always comes with you expecting things in return. They think that you are selfish.

The Dancer: The Dancers body is their instrument. The Dancer presents a mastery of control over their physical movement and expression and is a subject of fascination across a variety of genres. In the psychological thriller, they may obsess over perfecting their performance to the point of mania; in horror, they may perform a physical expression of moral corruption; in erotica, they may move to seduce and entice. Regardless of their particular presentation, the Dancer commands attention through perseverance - their refinement of skill even if just performing for themselves. Your friends see you as someone who puts a lot of their body, as someone who works hard and doesn’t take care of themselves enough. They also see you as someone who is extremely talented at what they do regardless of whether they ask for help or not.

How does your family see you?

Seven of Swords: Your family thinks that you are sneaky, that you operate in the shadows and gather information that might later serve you. They think you may be planning to betray someone, or a group of people, in order to assure self-advancement.

On the other hand, they may think that you are trying to better your situation. They think that the people you surround yourself with may be causing you great misery, hindering your progress, or your road towards self-improvement. If that is the case, they feel that you need to escape your current situation without insulting or hurting the people around you.

The Avenger (reversed): The Avenger is made, not born. Her state of mind evolved from a primal desire for vengeance - and she has the drive to carry it out by whatever means necessary. The Avenger is distinguished by her ability to weaponize her innate knowledge and her surroundings and forgoes other elements of her personality until justice is served. In revenge films, the Avenger functions as karma personified - and her payback is defined by its symbolic, poetic flourish. When she is reversed though, that means that rather than being focused, of having the motivation to get things done, and of seeking justice you are; cruel, filled with rage, and obsessed with the wrong things. This is what they think of you. Going off of what was said above, your family thinks that your friends are doing this to you.

How do you see you?

Page of Cups: You see yourself as someone who is highly intuitive and sensitive to the entire world and various dimensions around you. You think you have a loving, gentle, and warm personality and a strong desire to be around kindred spirits, who help you to feel needed and special. You think you’re highly creative and emotional, that you can be as shy as you are desperate to avoid conflict. Although, you won’t back down from a fight if a fight is what’s called for.

The Spinster (reversed): The Spinster is unbothered. In romance fiction, the Spinster is a woman who has remained single past the age deemed desirable, and as such is typically childless. The Spinster’s isolation from traditional domestic roles of wife and mother makes her solitary life a source of speculation and projected anxiety. The Spinster is generally used to caution young women against the dead-end of an unmarried life, and her solitude is seen as a consequence of curdled femininity. Whether by choice or not, the Spinster has the ability to rely solely on herself. Now with this coming out reversed, instead of you thinking you’re like that you actually think you’re timid, full of fear, and in disarray. Yes, you think that you’re highly intuitive maybe even an empath but still, a part of you thinks that you are small and full of anxiety.

How does society see you?

Justice: Society sees you as a decent, law-abiding individual. They think you make decisions carefully, weighing all the pros and cons. That you are good with words and place a high value on education. Also that you are practical and cautious, but remain a romantic at heart.

Two of Cups: Society thinks you’re warm, loving, and sweet. That you are keen on building and maintaining strong, long-term relationships. That you will marry young and/or remain in a devoted relationship. They think that nurturing relationships are at the core of your belief system, they think you are a great friend, child, siblings, and lover. That you are a natural healer due to your ability to listen to your partners and give great advice in return.

The Cat Burglar: The Cat Burglar is at her best when you never see her at all. In genre fiction, the Cat Burglar has a knack for sneaking into places she’s not wanted and sneaking out with more than she had before. While she prefers to work in shadow, she’s also a master of disguise and can situate herself undetected in plain sight. She can also function as a lady thief, who only seeks impossibly difficult targets or the rarest of valuables, and seldom uses physical force in conquest. Society sees you as someone who is able to blend in wherever you go, but not because you are not noticed, it is your own choice. They see you as someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want.

How do you want to be seen?

The Hanged Man: You want to be seen as confident — perhaps overly so. This card can also represent indecision, and as such, you may be at risk of not recognizing these opportunities when they do come to you. Consequently, you remain forever in limbo, trapped in your indecision, your primary action being non-action. You want to be seen as the person who is extremely confident, not aware of the things around them, just happy with what they have, and happy to be where they are.

The Mystic: The Mystic is in touch with the divine. In fiction, the Mystic may appear as a visionary or prophet who receives messages from outside the earthly realm. She may also appear as a sorceress or alchemist who can manipulate natural materials for her own ends. In any iteration, she is well versed in esoteric interests and shrouded in mystery and can use her knowledge to better herself or provide guidance for others. You want to be seen as someone who can help others and who has abilities.

Who are you actually?

Queen of Wands: You are meant to be passionate and ambitious. You are meant to be quite extroverted, with a radiant and friendly quality about you. At your core, you are a highly social creature, with a natural tendency to spread happiness and joy.

You also have a high sense of self-worth and will not let others belittle you. You aspire to be successful on a professional level — and almost always attain it

The Cyborg: The Cyborg is a transgressive blend of human and machine. In science fiction, the organic, human form can be supplemented with technological enhancement. As such, the Cyborg has the capacity for mechanical perfection, working in tandem with human thought, emotion, and values. While often a figure of fear for their ability to rewrite and surpass human flaws. The Cyborg may use their abilities for destruction, but can also offer a glimpse into a perfected human being who is able to transcend human history and work towards utopic harmony. You are meant to use your abilities of spreading happiness and joy for the greater good.

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