#tarot card drabbles

[onbeinganangel]

content: draco/harry, post-war trials, implied secret relationship

do you ever think about how the whole trial thing is so common in fic and it doesn't really exist in canon at all? love that for us. a little post war drarry + Judgement, for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

Draco hurts all over. It’s a constant ache, all the way down to his bones. Azkaban didn’t have Dementors anymore, but waiting had been torturous. Harry never came for him.

The trial was straighforward. The Minister is one syllable into the word “guilty” when the heavy doors fly open. Face sunken in, eyes worried and wild, Harry runs in, a clinking box that sounds like it’s full of glass bottles in his arms.

He stands in front of Kingsley.

“I can prove Draco Malfoy’s innocence.”

He slams the wooden box down on the table.

Dozens upon dozens of vials.

 Memories.]

[good-beanswrites]

hi! may i request some mikoto + amane (platonic obvs) … anything? they are very dear to me 😭

Yes!!! Thank you so much for the request -- they really are such a good pair ;-; (The thing is, I had so many nice scenes in mind about how they parallel each other, but they wouldn't know or reveal that about each other so I kept restarting...) Anyway, here's something right after Mikoto's first trial/verdict!

Mikoto could pick up on someone’s bad mood from a mile away, though the skill was unnecessary when the other party very clearly and calmly informed him, “I’m in a bad mood.”

After refusing his offer, Amane turned back to a thick textbook she’d been taking notes on. Didn’t kids usually complain that school was already a prison? She must have wanted the full experience. He'd worked nonstop at his studies as well, but this was a new level. Amane often reminded him of his little sister, though she always took the extra step like this. His sister would have jumped at this opportunity to play a few rounds of their favorite card game.

“It’ll be fun!”

He flashed a smile, but it had no effect on her severe expression. “I know you’re just trying to comfort me about our verdicts. I refuse to be pitied.”

“Comfort and pity are two very different things. But anyway, it wasn’t either of those things.” He gave an easy shrug “To be honest, I’m just a little bored. It’s weird not having any work to do during the day.” 

Mikoto couldn’t remember the last time in his life he’d had so many hours to himself. A lot of the others were fun to play games with. A few of the sportier prisoners helped him stay active. He enjoyed smoking breaks with the other men. Still, he was left to his own devices for the majority of his time. It was maddening. He’d recently requested some more art supplies, having used up the last batch, but they had yet to come in. Now with the verdict announcement, he wasn’t sure they’d ever arrive.

“That is your own problem. I already have something to do.” Her eyes lingered on the cards for the briefest of moments before returning to the book. “I told you, I’m not in the mood for it.”

Regardless of her hostility, he took a seat beside her. He leaned his arms out on the table. “We don’t have to play the same game.” The last time they'd played as a big group, several prisoners pulling the tables together to fit everyone. Amane had kept very quiet, eyes darting around at the cards as she tried to keep up with the rules. Not many of the others noticed the frustration clear in her face. Mikoto wasn’t the type to let her win out of pity, though he had begun to mutter the rules and strategies to himself a bit more as the night went on… 

“Is there a game you liked to play at home?”

 “No. There was no time for games in the house.” 

“All work and no play… hah… I know what that’s like.” He slumped his cheek onto his arm, lazily shuffling the cards around. He felt bad for bothering the girl if she truly was upset. He thought it was the bad experience that made her reject him, he hadn’t realized there were also family issues attached. Usually he could read people well; maybe he was losing his touch. He seemed to be losing touch with a lot of things, these days.

He readied a game of solitaire. 

“Mikoto?” Amane kept her face turned away. “There was… one game.”

“Yeah?” Mikoto shuffled the cards back together. He slid them over to her. “You should teach me!” 

She didn’t touch them. “You probably already know it.”

“Nah, I only know a few games. I’m better with tarot cards, though those aren’t really the gaming type. Come on, what is it?”

She told him the name of the game, insisting it wouldn’t be worth playing. She kept her attention on the textbook, but her eyes weren’t reading any of it. 

“Ahh, I’ve heard of that one! We start with four cards, right?” He started dealing them out.

“No, five –” she pointed to the deck, urging him to add two more. 

“Right, right.” He laughed lightly. “And the goal is to get pairs, and put them in a pile, uhh, here.”

Amane shook her head. She shifted her body slightly towards him. “You must be thinking of a different game. There’s actually three piles for pairs. One here, one here, and when it’s your opponent’s turn…” 

Her eyes gleamed as she explained the rules. She pointed to various cards, telling him exact moves and point values. “And to win, you need to –” Her expression shifted. “You… you already knew all this.”

“Of course not!” He put on his most convincing smile. 

She deflated. “You’re not a very good liar.”

“Tch, tell that to the warden.”

His shoulders sagged along with her. If Amane could see right through him, why was the rest of Milgram still coming up with stories about what he did and didn’t do? “Well, I might already know the rules, but it’s been a long time since I’ve played. You can still give me a hand. Plus, if you really are in such a bad mood, it’ll be good to take a break from your studies. You should always take a break when things get too overwhelming, yeah?”

She gave him a withering stare.

“Eh? What’s that face for?”

“Alright, let’s play. You can go first.”

“I mean it, what was that look? Aw, come on…”

[5eraphim]

Judgment and Death for Yandere Spy, Sniper or Engineer?

You put two bad bitches (and sniper) in one ask and expect me to pick one- im not strong enough, i fear 😔

Link to the tarot card ask meme!

Engie

Judgment - Would this yandere ever open up to their darling? Engineer is well-known by his comrades as the level-headed voice of reason, the friend to all, and when he started falling for you, he imagined it wouldn't take much to win you over. He was good looking charismatic, and he would do anything for you. Though it wouldn't be till much later that he realized he didn't just want to be a lover, he wanted to be your everything. Sure, he might try and play "the gentleman" to get closer to you, but it wasn't enough to be your closest friend, and it wasn't until he realized how much he hated seeing you fraternize with the others did he understand how deeply his infatuation ran. Engie would do everything he could beforehand to get you to fall for him of your own accord, but if that weren't enough, you were in for one hell of a wake-up call when you learned not to underestimate the nice guy. Death - Would this yandere ever kill their darling? If not, would this yandere "kill" undesirable traits of their darling? Honestly, Engineer seems the least likely to kill you off out of any of the mercs. It's not because he's soft, far from it, but he may see killing you as taking the "easy way out." It would be a grave failure on his part if he were to end your life because you became too much of a liability. He'll keep you in a dark cellar sustained on dirty water and table scraps, barely clinging to life before he'd allow you the sweet release of death. 

Spy

Judgment - Would this yandere ever open up to their darling? For the Spy, the unfortunate reality is that it's unlikely he could even if he wanted to. Sure, you're bound to figure out eventually of his lovesickness, but you're unlikely to ever learn much beyond the surface. He's an enigma, you can do your best to study and calculate what he does, but you'll never really understand. He's lived more than just a double life. He's betrayed, backstabbed, and double-crossed almost everyone he's encountered, enemies and loved ones alike. It's not an easy or happy life; nevertheless, it's the burden he must continue to bear. No matter how attracted he may be to you or how he longs for an idyllic mutual devotion, he knows to hope for something like this would only mean disappointment. He'll do what he can to know everything about you, one of the most lethal and effective stalkers, but you don't have a prayer of learning even a fraction of an amount about him.  Death - Would this yandere ever kill their darling? If not, would this yandere "kill" undesirable traits of their darling? It's certainly possible. (As mentioned in this other post) He is lethal and efficient, eliminating all incriminating evidence pointing to him and tying up any loose ends. Though this would be a last resort, Spy prefers not to get his hands dirty if he can help it. He's more likely to play mind games with you and break your psyche before ever actually laying a hand on you.

Sniper

Judgment - Would this yandere ever open up to their darling? Unlikely, but not precisely because he chooses not to. For Sniper, it actually goes a bit further than that. Sniper would have difficulty expressing his emotions directly, and he can hardly make sense of them himself. He prided himself on being a "lone wolf" type all his life. He worked alone, end of story. Hell, he was abandoned by his parents and has kept to himself ever since. Despite all this, Sniper knows he's attached to you in a way he'd never known. Before you catch on to how he really feels about you, Sniper would express his desire to "protect you." He tells you he wants you close at all times and that if you ever tried to leave, you'd be belly up instantly. What he doesn't tell you is it wouldn't be an attack from the enemy that would incapacitate you. Death - Would this yandere ever kill their darling? If not, would this yandere "kill" undesirable traits of their darling? He's, unfortunately, one of the few mercs who would likely pull the trigger on you if he felt you were dangerously close to leaving him. But before that, he'd opt to leave you wounded, and in his care, if he can't control your heart, there are certainly more straightforward methods to keep you from getting away.

[thee-achilles]

would y’all be interested if i did a pick-a-card?? :) i think it would be a lot of fun. i’m not a tarot account, but i do love tarot. if y’all are interested, what reading would be interesting to you guys for me to do? :))

[starlitmark]

Tarot event-

Yeosang and eight of Swords

yet another request that's out for lives anya...........

[thatdammchickennugget]

SLYTHERIN BOYS - MASTERLIST

☆ no rating

★ mature

♡ requested

THEODORE NOTT;

➵ series

★ love is embarrassing [finished]

➵ oneshots

☆ just my type ★ cruel summer ☆♡ second chances

➵ drabbles/blurbs

★♡ thigh-ly adored ☆♡ game over

➵ headcanons

☆♡ theodore nott x pregnant!reader ☆ folklore era

MATTHEO RIDDLE;

➵ series

☆ how you get the girl [ongoing]

➵ oneshots

★ take care of my girl - feat. enzo ☆ can I...?

➵ drabbles/blurbs

☆♡ whipped ☆♡ brewing tension ☆ too sweet ☆♡ lost cause ☆♡ got you on my mind ★♡ well, good morning to you too ☆♡ c'est ta love story

➵ headcanons

☆♡ protective mattheo riddle x pregnant!reader / part two ★♡ obsessive!mattheo riddle x female!reader ☆ midnights era

LORENZO BERKSHIRE;

➵ series

☆ white lie [ongoing]

➵ oneshots

☆ help me out here ☆ smoke slow ★ pushing buttons ☆ I could give you 50 reasons ☆♡ reading between the lines ↳ ☆ bookish escapades (part two) ☆♡ summer kisses

➵ drabbles/blurbs

☆♡ butterbeer and comfort ☆♡ sugar sweet ☆♡ don't mind them ☆♡ something special

➵ headcanons

☆ enzo berkshire crewmate x captain's daughter ☆♡ enzo berkshire childhood best friends to lovers ☆ 1989 era

BLAISE ZABINI;

➵ oneshots

★♡ what he's missing ☆ serendipitous encounters [blaise x luna]

➵ drabbles/blurbs

☆♡ sleepy study sessions

➵ headcanons

☆ red era

DRACO MALFOY;

➵ headcanons

☆ reputation era

PANSY PARKINSON;

➵ drabbles/blurbs

★ that's a good girl

➵ headcanons

☆♡ pansy's type

SLYTHERIN BOYS;

☆ all the slytherin boys are pretty but... ☆ the slytherin boys as romance tropes ☆ the slytherin boys building snowmen ☆ the slytherin boys as demigods ☆ the slytherin boys and their pets ☆ the slytherin boys playing d&d ☆ slytherin boys pirate au blurbs ☆ the slytherin boys in the avatar the last airbender universe ☆♡ the slytherin boys dating a diabetic!reader ☆♡ the slytherin boys dating a anaemic!reader ☆♡ the slytherin boys as tarot cards ☆ the slytherin boys as hozier songs

[sailoryooons]

i’m salivating over my first ever haliween ahhhhhhhggggjtjekwldlcjwkwnf. anyways, i trust you implicitly, so i’m gonna do the random thing:

milky way + princess peach + the craft 👁️👄👁️

(ily 🦐)

❀ Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x witch!f. reader

❀ Summary: When the red string of fate appears around your ankle, you have twelve days to find your fated partner or die. That’s how the spell works - that’s how fate has always run Her business. There is one, very inconvenient witch who keeps getting in your way, though, and you might just kill each other before your mark does. 

❀ Word Count: 4,421

❀ Genre: Magical AU, Fate AU, a bit of angst, a bit of crack

❀ Rating: SWF

❀ Warnings: Talk of death!!! Reader thinks that she is going to die this entire fic, so she thinks about dying/makes jokes about dying a lot. At the end of the story, there are moments where she is sad and there are hints of depression because she is dying, but it’s not super intense and heavy. Language, Yoongi, and reader are both very stupid, the communication skills in this friend group are at ZERO. 

❀ Published: Tuesday, October 3

❀ A/N: This is my first request filled for Haliween and I am so excited! This was so much fun to write and honestly, I was super inspired by Jade's ability to infuse humor in writing, so this is absolutely an ode to Jade. Inside my Halloween bag for you is… Yoongi, witches, and fate! This actually might be one of my favorite drabbles I’ve written all year if not all the time and I sort of wish this was a full one-shot with angst but I think it works sooo well this way. UNEDITED.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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It’s raining the day that the red string of fate scorches your ankle. The pain is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, sending you to your knees as you scream. At first, Jimin thinks you’re dying. He drops his mug of tea, rushing over to you as the porcelain shatters, dropping to the ground to pull you up by the shoulders.

You’re prone for a moment, eyes rolled back, voice straining as your entire body tenses, hellfire licking through you. 

Then it’s gone. Like it never happened. 

The mark leaves you panting in Jimin’s arms, whimpering lightly as you pull the leg of your jeans up with trembling hands to reveal a singular scarlet circle around your ankle. The mark tingles, leaving behind the memory of sudden pain, now cool to the touch. 

“Holy shit,” Jimin whispers, staring at the mark. His eyes are wide when he looks down at you, lips trembling. “Twelve days.”

Twelve days. Twelve entire days to untangle you’re new fate and follow it to the witch meant for you, your other half. Twelve days to find them and meet your magical half. To be whole again.

Because in the world of witches, there are some of you born not complete. Some of you have another soul out there, burning with some of your magic. And when that magic is ready to become one, it tries to kill you.

Twelve days to reunite it.

Or, twelve days until you die. 

DAY ONE

The day is a waste. Impeding doom does not inspire confidence in the probability of finding the witch who is supposed to be your other half. Hoseok offers a tarot spread, flipping cards and trying to untangle the path that will lead to your savior. 

He frowns as he looks at his deck. The images and text on them are nearly faded entirely, a heirloom of his coven passed down through generations of family members. Hoseok knows them by touch, feel, and energy alone. Could read them in the dark, if he wanted to.

Hoseok glances up where you’re curled on the couch in a blanket, doing little spell work to figure out where your mystery half is. “Perhaps you should have Namjoon read tea leaves instead,” he offers. Hoseok shuffles the deck and puts it back in a wooden box. “The cards want you to figure it out yourself. Tea is less judgmental, perhaps.”

DAY TWO

Tea is not less judgmental. You stamp out of the tea shop, feeling stormy, energy crackling like lightning. Namjoon, unable to help, mentioned that perhaps you should seek help from Jungkook, who often sees the future in his drawings. It’s what led him to Jimin, after all. 

Someone crashes into you, knocking you off balance. You yell as you go, too lost in thought to catch yourself with magic before you’re topping into the street and a puddle. Cursing, you look up at the stranger who has knocked you into a dirty hole filled with water.

“Are you serious?” you demand, gesturing to your legs as water seeps in. “Watch where you’re going!” 

The man in front of you is covered in coffee. He looks up at you dripping in dark liquid, the front of his white shirt ruined and sticking to his chest. If you weren’t so impossibly angry, you might think he was cute. Long, black hair tucked behind his ears, keen feline eyes, a rosy mouth in a natural pout. 

But you don’t think it’s cute. Especially when he says, “Me? You’re on the wrong side of the sidewalk!”

“There are no sides to the sidewalk!”

“Of course there is! If you’re walking north you should walk on the inside of the sidewalk, if you’re walking south, you should walk on the outside!”

“That makes no fucking sense!”

“Says the girl still sitting in a puddle instead of getting up and drying herself off!”

You make an angry sound, shoving yourself up from the puddle, sopping wet. “Have the day you deserve,” you snarl at him. 

“Have fun with your wet pants.”

DAY THREE

Day three is spent at the library looking up ways to break the red string of fate around your ankle. There are tombs and tombs of ancient texts on the various iterations of the spell through different cultures and religions, but so far you have nothing to show for it. 

Huffing and tossing another useless book onto your useless pile, you walk back to the dark stacks of the magical section of the library reserved for members of the covens in the city. It smells musty and dusty in the back, the air dank with the promise of rot. You make a mental note to tell Jisung at the front to please use an air freshening spell. 

As you turn the corner of the shelves, someone makes you pull up short. The man from the day before is in front of you, flipping through a book. You blink in surprise. A witch. It shouldn’t surprise you - most of the townsfolk here are magic in one way or another. But it makes less sense that he was so angry about spilling his coffee when he could just whisk his fingers in the air and put it back in the cup. 

You’re angry all over again, balling your fists in the aisle. You have half a mind to flick your fingers and through a book from the shelf at him, but the tome in his hands makes you pause. It’s the book you’re looking for. 

The man snaps it shut and tucks it under his arm, continuing to look through the shelves.

“Um, where are you taking that?” 

He turns with a soft expression, eyes wide. Then he sees you and immediately scowls, nose scrunching. “Oh. You. If you came here for new pants, the Target is across the street.” 

“I’m looking for that book.” 

“Well, this book is coming with me.” 

“What do you need it for, huh?”

His face is impassive as he blinks twice. “For a bonfire, thank you.”

With that, he spins on his heel and walks down the aisle. You step after him, but he snaps and you feel a sharp tug in your stomach, like a pull in another direction. You blink and suddenly find yourself several aisles over, making you scream in anger.

“Did you just teleport me?!”

DAY FOUR

Spent listening to Hey Jude on repeat. And dumplings. So many dumplings that you may not make it to day twelve. 

DAY FIVE 

What a good day. You’ve made no progress, but you head home with a smile on your face nonetheless. Even though you will surely expire when the red string of fate eats you from the ankle up in seven days, you have at least one good memory before your untimely demise. 

Autumn hangs cooly in the air. Your scarf is wrapped snuggly around your neck as you skip home, fresh on the memory of the Puddle Pusher’s face when you bought the last of the black flame candles at Shadow’s earlier that day. 

Give me at least one, he’d said to you. You don’t need five.

Well, what if I mess up? You’d asked.

Then you’re a shitty witch.

Well, that had offended you, so you bought the white flame candles too, just in case. Bags full of candles for your little ritual, you skip home to try another trick in breaking the scarlet mark around your ankle. You’re not hopeful but you are happy to rub the salt in with the Puddle Pusher before your sweet farewell to the world.

Even if he did look very cute today. 

DAY SIX

Morale is low. The ritual from the night before utterly failed and set off your sprinkler system in your apartment. As you spend the morning blasting hot gusts of wind from your hands and levitating several items throughout the home to air dry, you wonder what it will be like at the end. 

The red string of fate is such a rare thing. When you were little, you may have thought it was romantic. Knowing there was someone out there for you that was your twin flame, your other half. A person connects to you by the cosmic power of the universe. Whose spellwork with your own could make you unstoppable. 

Now you think it’s stupid. You don’t need anyone else to make you complete. You’ve learned that over several failed relationships and the lackluster dating life of this town. There’s no reason for you to need to follow this stupid mark to find the one person you can no longer live without. 

Love is not worth dying for. If it is even love. You cannot imagine that the magic that flows through the world unseen but felt is so all-seeing and powerful that it knows who you should be with. That it can tell you what to do. 

Day six sucks. And you spend it crying. Alone and forgotten, without your other half. 

DAY SEVEN

Jungkook sifts through his drawings, chewing his lip. The hum of tattoo guns buzzes like a hive of angry bees behind you. You ignore the awful music blaring through the speakers and the man screaming behind the piercing curtain getting his nipples pierced.

“Don’t you have something for that?” you ask, jerking your thumb at the sniveling. “The man sounds like you’re castrating him.”

“Oh, that? Some people like the pain. However, it is Jin so he is actually hating every second of it.” You make a face but Jungkook doesn’t notice, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, dude. I don’t see or feel anything in any of these recent drawings of mine. I wish I could be of better assistance. There’s this guy who might be able to help, though. Taehyung?”

“Tae-who?”

“Here.” Jungkook scribbles an address in truly illegible handwriting. “Visit him on the full moon in..” He looks at his phone and makes a face with yikes written all over it. “Five days.”

“Jungkook, in five days I will be hours away from-” You make a choking sound and roll your eyes back into your head. When you look back at Jungkook, he’s not amused. “Death. Dead. Está muerto.” 

“Yeah, I got that. Not funny.” He shoves the paper in your hand. “Look, he’s a really powerful seer. Just go.”

“Think he can tell me what to wear as I croak?”

Jungkook is still not amused by your jokes. He looks around you as the shop door chimes, lifting a hand. “Hey, Yoongi. Be with you in a second.” He looks back at you. “Have you considered asking around for anyone who has had one show up recently? It might help, you know?” 

“No thanks. Don’t need any weirdos trying to get into my skivvies by lying about it. Thanks, though. I’ll look into this.” You lift the paper. 

Turning around to leave, you stop dead in your tracks. Yoongi is standing near the front entrance of the door. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a flannel shirt, his hair tucked under a beanie. He looks soft, especially when his attention isn’t on you and glowering. 

For a moment, you’re not mad at him and you don’t hate him on principle. You just admire the way his nose is a little bit red from the cold outside, and his general sense of wonder is… innocent. Gentle. Kind. 

When he turns to look at you, as though he feels your staring, his face morphs from cherubic to devilish, curling his lip up at you. Your momentary lapse of judgment vanishes. “Here to get a tattoo of Number One Puddle Pusher?”

“I didn’t push you.”

“Who's to say you didn’t? Do you have CCTV evidence?”

Yoongi scoffs. “I should be checking CCTV to see if you’re stalking me.”

“Me? Stalking you? I got here first.” 

“Do you have CCTV evidence?” he mocks, making a face. 

With a huff, you blow by him, turning to Jungkook who looks between the two of you with wide eyes and a dubious expression. “Make his tattoo ugly.”

DAY EIGHT

Yoongi as it turns out is new in town. Instead of spending day eight doing like Jungkook suggested and putting out an APB on Facebook Marketplaces and Craigs List, you spend it looking up your mysterious mortal enemy only to find that… he’s entirely normal. 

Most of the covens in town have a long history of ancestry connected to the town’s creation. Yoongi seems to have no such thing, having only moved there a year ago. You’ve never come across him, though it seems you have plenty of friends in common.

From his social media, you can tell only two things about him: he likes cats and takes the worst dad pictures. By worst, you mean silly little photographs of things you can only see a father taking. Somehow the angle is always just wrong or the captions are so simple that you find yourself smiling.

And then you remember whose photos you’re looking at and you fix your face with a scowl. 

Tossing your phone onto the couch, you curse Yoongi. The Puddle Pusher. 

DAY NINE

Spent crying. 

DAY TEN

Spent crying even harder. And spent looking at Yoongi’s cat on social media, only to accidentally double tap and scream as you unlike the photo, and throw your phone across the apartment in terror. 

You cry more after. And add buy a new phone on your to-do list. 

DAY ELEVEN

You’re going to die. It’s inevitable. You spend the evening watching the stars with Jimin. You let Jungkook tattoo a smiley face on your foot. You drink lots of hard cider, and you fall asleep in a bed that feels too empty and the knowledge that you’ll no longer have to worry about filling it. 

DAY TWELVE

Taehyung lives in the middle of Fuck All Nowhere. While you might not find that exactly on the map, it is only somewhat easy to find his creepy, draconic estate outside of town. Getting out of your car, you look up at the spiring mansion, sure that you’re going to see bats flying out of the top like an episode of Scooby Doo.

Alas, there are no bats there to greet you in your final few hours. "Where are the bats, dude?" you ask, walking up the lawn.

The house is something out of a creepy cartoon. Old, wooden stairs creek under your feet as you climb them. The front porch has a severe lean, making you take a precarious step toward the massive front door. 

A knocker in the shape of a snarling gargoyle greets you. Tentatively, you reach your hand toward it. Just before your fingers brush the knocker, the door swings inward, creaking and shuttering as it does. You snatch your hand back and take a step away from it, heart racing. 

No one is in the entryway. You stick your head inside, looking at the maximalist disaster that is the interior. There are gauche tapestries all over the walls and exotic, loud wallpaper. Statues, busts, and other carvings cover every surface, and the faint smell of cardamom hangs in the air. 

“Hello?” you call. Your voice seems to echo in the house. 

You hear footsteps. Your heart rate picks up, hoping to see the infamous Taehyung you’ve come for. Except you don’t, feeling confusion first followed by irritation. Of course Yoongi is standing in this strange home that’s full of popping energy and static.

“What are you doing here?” you demand. 

Yoongi frowns. “You’re not Taehyung, right?” 

“No! Do I look like him?”

“I don’t know what he looks like.”

“Well. I’m not.”

Both of you have a silent standoff, staring at the other. Yoongi looks tired, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a little greasy. You feel a momentary pang of sympathy for him, feeling the same sort of restlessness and weariness tugging at your edges. 

“What are you here for, then?” you ask if only to fill the silence stretching between you. “And why are you inside?”

“It’s cold outside. And the house felt like it wanted me to wait inside.”

“Okay. Well.”

He crosses his arms. “I’m here because I’m… looking for something.” 

“Something that requires black flame candles?” 

“No.” He looks you up and down. “What are you here for.”

“Trying to break something.” 

He hums. 

Eventually, you both sit down in the sitting room. Neither of you say anything to the other, sitting in… almost comfortable silence. You sit and stare at the clock on the wall, watching your time slip away. 

Your knee starts pouncing. You take out your phone, spamming Jungkook. Trying to get him to call Taehyung, perhaps. He doesn’t answer, your nerves unsettling your stomach. Eating away at you. 

An hour slips by. Then another. 

Sweat starts to collect on the back of your neck. Each moment the minute hand tick tick ticks, you lose another minute. Another five. Another ten. 

You don’t feel sick or deteriorating, but you know that as it reaches ten at night, you only have two hours left. A collection of 120 minutes for the rest of your life. Barely enough to drive back into town and say goodbye to your friends. To anyone who cares. 

Overwhelmed with the impending sense of doom, you suddenly stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans. Inside feels insufferable, so full of tension. You need to breathe, to maybe look at the moon for a little. To… feel the wind for the last moment, now that it’s here.

“Where are you going?”

“Outside. I - um. I don’t think he’s coming and I… want to be outside.” 

Yoongi nods. “Mind if I join you?” 

The question is gentle. Soft. Like that time you saw him in Jungkook’s shop, face so gentle and kind, round and soft with wonder and something like hope. It urges you to nod, reserved to not spend the next two hours hating this man who has made the last twelve days of your life annoying.

Instead, you’ll spend it with this man who doesn’t know you, but who has colored the pages of your life for the last two weeks. 

It’s strange. Before that day outside of Namjoon’s shop, you didn’t know who this person was. Now, you know a little bit. Not a lot, but enough. 

There’s a hill behind Taehyung’s house that you walk out to. You both sit on it quietly, looking out at the world. This far out in the country, the stars blanket the sky in a thrilling map of constellations and sparkling lights. It’s beautiful. Nice. 

A general melancholy seems to hang around Yoongi. You don’t know what it is he is looking for, but you sort of hope he finds it in the way that you’ve been unable to. If you have to lose tonight, you think that someone ought to win. 

“What was your favorite moment of your life?” Yoongi asks out of nowhere. You glance at him to see him staring out at the sky, eyes unseeing. His fingers pull at the grass by his shoe, uprooting them absently. “Or something that you just remember being a really good memory?”

You pull your knees to your chest and set your chin atop them, thinking. You’ve had so much time to think this week about your favorite moments or the best parts of your life before it’s gone, and yet, you hadn’t thought too much about it.

“Maybe…” you grin, eyes unfocusing. “The first time I ever listened to Hey Jude. I had never listened to the Beatles and Jimin had it on vinyl and it was one of the last days of summer when we were younger and he put it on… we danced to it and had the coldest lemonade and those red white and blue popsicles. It was right after a breakup and… it was the first time I felt unfettered, reckless joy.” 

You can remember the sweetness of the lemonade, the sticky fingers from the popsicle. The sound of the record, the way it hissed into silence at the end of the track, just the crackling vinyl chasing you out of the end of summer.

Turning to look at Yoongi, you ask, “What about you?” 

“The first time I heard a piano. I was on vacation with my parents but I got lost at the hotel and I found this piano in the lobby. This guy was playing it so I just sat down next to him and listened. It was… I wasn’t afraid anymore, and I just waited there until the front desk told my parents they found me.”

You grin, feeling a sweet curl of joy spreading through you. “Do you play now?” 

“Mhmm. I wish I had played more in the last few weeks. I was … busy.” 

“Hmm. I wish I had done a lot of things recently. Instead, I fixated on something unchangeable.”

Silence falls between you. You check your phone for the time. You realize that there are only fifteen minutes left, your heart clenching painfully. You place the phone face down in the grass, sucking in a deep, shaking breath. 

“You should go,” you murmur gently. He looks up at you, brows raised. “I uh - need to do something that I think should be done alone.” 

He nods. “Me too.” Gets up slowly, dusting off his pants. Yoongi starts to turn away and hesitates, looking down at you. You look up and think that Yoongi might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Soft face against the cosmos, dark eyes that are swirling and unreadable. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

He lifts a shoulder. “For being a surprise in my life, I suppose. A change of pace.”

“You too.”

With a little wave of his hand, Yoongi walks down the hill back toward the house. You watch him go until he vanishes around the front and you are left alone, the sound of the crickets around you. 

Turning back to the empty hills, you exhale. In a way, you’re okay. You think that maybe Yoongi is right - he was an unexpected and at times vexing surprise in your life, but it was fun. A least a little. 

Gently, you lay back in the grass. You don’t know if it’s going to hurt when you go, but you want to be lying down just in case. Your hands tremble in the grass and you feel your throat constrict with the urge to cry. Not because you’re alone, not because you’re afraid, but because you think maybe… you should have just enjoyed life a little more than trying to defeat it the last two weeks. 

A lifetime of forcing things into submission and for once, you couldn’t do it. 

The minutes tick by. You try to calm your breathing. There’s no escaping the red string of fate now. Without your other half, you will cease to exist. There is no more road for you.

You think of the sweet taste of lemonade. The chorus of Hey Jude. The breeze coming in through the open door and the scent of the honeysuckle climbing the awning. You smile, feeling a tear slide down your face.

Shutting your eyes, you breathe in deep. You are ready.

DAY THIRTEEN

You frown. You keep breathing. You take in another deep breath, thinking that maybe you just… timed it wrong. Settling in, you keep yourself calm, fingers drumming on the floor. Any second now you’re going to die. The life force will flee your body. You will perish. Ashes and dust and all of that. 

It doesn’t come. You crack an eye open, looking at the starry sky. The stars are still hanging and the moon is still shining. Suddenly you wonder if you’ve already died and this is the afterlife. Would you even know if you were dead?

Sitting up, you grab your phone and look at it. If there are phones in the afterlife, yours shows that it’s past midnight. 

“Huh?” you whisper, tapping the screen. It looks real. Feels real. “Why am I not dead?”

Footsteps behind you make you look over your shoulder. Yoongi is storming up the hill, a look on his face like wonder and fury or something weirdly in between. 

“What were you doing at Namjoon’s shop that day we ran into one another?”

“What?” 

“The shop!” he yells, throwing his hands up, panting as he crests the hill. “What were you doing there?”

“Getting… a fortune read. Sort of.”

“And the library?”

“Researching how to break spells.”

“And Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice trembles. You don’t follow, but you shrug a shoulder. “Same thing as when I went to Namjoon’s. Trying to use the future to help me find something.”

Yoongi crouches down and reaches for your ankle. You pull it back, yelling, “Hey, hands off, weirdo! I’m not into foot stuff!”

He grabs your jeans and pulls the hem up, despite your kicking. When he reveals the red mark around your ankle, he abruptly sits down and stares at you. You yank your foot from his grip, ripping your jeans back down and glaring. “What gives? Yeah, I have a red string of fate, whatever.” 

Mutely, Yoongi sticks his foot toward you. He has on dirty Converse with gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe, and jeans on. “I’m more of a Hubba Bubba myself,” you note, eyeing his foot. “But thanks?”

“My ankle.” 

You sit up straight, heart racing. Yoongi had been going to Namjoon that day. And then at the library. Even visiting Jungkook. And buying items for… breaking a spell at the magic shop. Now, he’s here, for a reason unbeknownst to you. 

And you’re not dead.

You’re not dead. 

Slowly, you reach over Yoongi’s foot. Your fingers are trembling as you grab the soft material of his jeans, fingers weak. Steeling yourself, you pull gently to reveal Yoongi’s ankle. You expect to see creamy, smooth skin, unmarked and well… ordinary. 

Instead, you see a single red ring scarring his skin. A perfect red string of fate marking his skin forever, telling him that he belongs to someone. That someone equally belongs to him. That there is someone out there in the world just as stubborn to accept fate, just as cranky when inconvenienced, and who loves music just as much as you do.

You’re not dead, and Yoongi is looking at you with a smile that holds the world.

You’re not dead, and you share loud, joyful laughter with your red string of fate partner for the first time. 

DAY 20

“Yeah,” Taehyung says, leaning back and self-satisfied. “I saw them finding each other at my house so I just left. Let fate do its thing, ya know?”

You roll your eyes. “Your house is fucking creepy but not in a cool way.”

Yoongi laces his fingers with yours. “Yeah man, where are the damn bats?” 

[indouloureux]

➤ JOSEPH QUINN

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[eddiemunsonswhxre]

okay so what about eddie x spiritual! reader, the reader giving him crystals to carry around for protection, giving eddie tarot readings, always burning incense in his place etc. etc.

100%, love love love.

two satan worshippers / eddie munson

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the two of you could not be more different. the only things you had in common were the fact that you were in love, smoked weed, and the majority of hawkin's population considered you to be satan worshippers.

--

"hey, eddie?" you asked nervously, standing behind him in the cafeteria line. he turns to you, confused as to why you're talking to him.

he examines you for a moment before speaking up. "hey, y/n, what's up?"

you bite you lip, nervous, but reach into your pocket anyway. "um, i wanted to give you this," you say and hold out your hand. eddie eyes it in confusion. a light pink stone and a piece of paper were in your palm.

he gives you a cautious look before grabbing it. "what is it?" he asks, holding the cold crystal up to get a better look.

"it's a um, a rose quartz. gotta go, bye," you scramble and speed walk away, a little too nervous for anymore questions.

eddie watches you leave with a dumbfound expression. what the fuck just happened? he walks back to his own lunch table and sits down. "guys, what the hell is a rose quartz?" he asks, holding the stone out for everyone to see.

"it's a crystal, some believe crystals have intense metaphysical properties that can influence your life, mood, and decisions," dustin says casually.

eddie looks at him, not surprised it was him who answered. damn, nerd. "what does it mean if someone gifted it to me?" eddie asks, further pushing.

dustin looks up from his homework to look between eddie's face and the stone he was holding. "well, it's for love and relationships. so i assume whoever gave it to you likes you," dustin shared, catching the rest of the tables attention.

"no shit?" eddie muttered quietly in awe.

mike looked around the table. "well, who gave it to you?" he asks impatiently once he realizes no one else will.

eddie looks around at everyone and then opens the piece of paper.

i think you're pretty cool, we should hang out some time :) 907-867-5309 -y/n

his jaw drops. "yo, did y/n l/n just ask me out?" he asks in bewilderment, showing everyone the note. the world had flipped on its ass. you were hot. a little eccentric and a bit of a loner, sure. but you were definitely hot.

...

"how do i do this?" eddie asks, sitting crisscross across from you on his bed.

you laugh, shuffling your deck of tarot cards and shaking your head. "you don't really do anything. you ask a question to the universe, focus on it, and i tell you what cards come out and what they mean," you explain.

eddie nods and begins thinking. "any question?" he asks with a teasing smile.

"mm, kind of," you say, waiting for him to ask it.

he scoots closer and looks at you as a blush takes over his cheeks. "will we end up together?" he asks, causing you to smile and look down shyly. you begin to shuffle as you let out a small giggle, eddie finding it adorable. a card flies from the deck and you reach to pick it up, eyes widening at the card. "what? is it good?" eddie asks impatiently.

you flip it over to show him the card showcasing two individuals in an embrace. "the lovers," you mumble in disbelief. eddie looks from the card to you in shock.

"so yes?" he asks in a higher pitched voice. you bite your lip, shrugging but nodding. "great, because i didn't want to wait any longer. be mine?" he asks, nerves very apparent.

you nod, a huge smile overtaking your face. eddie leans forward, trapping your lips in a kiss.

...

"baby?! babe, are you okay? why is there smok-" eddie's worried yelling is cut off when he finally makes it in the open door. he sees you standing in the middle of his living room with a roll of... something... smoking as all his doors and windows were open.

you blink before holding it out towards him. "i'm cleansing," you say as if it's obvious.

eddie juts his neck forward and raises his eyebrows. "i'm sorry, what?" he asks, looking at what looked to be a bunch of grass and flowers.

you turn, continuing to waft the smoke throughout his living room. "cleansing, it was feeling a bit heavy in here. the vibes were off, so i'm just pushing all the negative out. i can already feel how much better it is," you explain. eddie watches you for a moment before deciding what you were doing was fine and walked to get himself a pop.

...

eddie was a sick mess, so of course you were on your way to help him get better. "baby, you don't have to do all this," he grumbled, voice nasally and low from sleep. you shrug, continuing to make his tea.

"it'll make you feel better," you cooed as he nuzzled his face into your neck while hugging you from behind.

he sat his chin on your shoulder, watching closely. "so what is everything meant to do?" he asked quietly.

you hum, mixing in a bit of your moon water to the steaming hot water. "well, this is moon water. it makes everything more powerful and i charge it to heal, so..." you inform him, grabbing other ingredients. "it's not going to taste the best, but it'll help. there's peppermint in here to hopefully clear some of that stuff out of your sinuses, then there's some ginger and turmeric for your inflammation. i also put some lavender so you can get some good sleep, not where you wake up every thirty minutes," you explain, putting your home-made tea bag into the mug. "i'm also going to put some honey in there. it will make it taste better, but also help your throat," you smile looking back at him.

"you amaze me," he smiles and kisses your cheek. you smile back, finishing his tea and making him drink it. then you were forcing him back to his room. "a nap? but baby, you've only been here like thirty minutes," he complained as you sat him in his bed as if he were a kid.

you pushed his shoulders back so he'd lay down and then grabbed his sheet that you had cleaned a couple days ago. "you need sleep to heal, is your head still bothering you?" you ask, tucking him in. it really was quite comical how he let you do this as if he was five years old. he nodded in response to your question. you sighed, pulling out some crystals from your pocket.

"a jasper, and a howlite," you mutter as you place the cool stones on his forehead. he didn't question you knowing that it was somehow meant to help him.

you stood up to leave the room and go start cleaning up a bit when he stopped you. "can i have a kiss?" he pouted. you laughed, bending down to place a soft kiss to his lips.

five minutes later you could hear his snores as you cleaned the coffee table in his living room.

...

eddie was now used to you giving him random things, mostly crystals, but other trinkets too. he wore a couple on necklaces since you made them for him, along with a baby spell jar that was for his protection. he even wore a rose quartz ring on his finger that you had made for him (and you had a matching one).

he was now used to constant incense burning in his home, or you deciding a space needed cleansed, and always went to ask for your natural remedies when he wasn't feeling too good. you were so different, and he loved that about you. so what if the dumb jocks at school framed you as satanists? he knew that wasn't true, and frankly neither of you could care less. all that mattered was that you were with each other.

[wayfayrr]

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Key: yandere ✧ self - aware au ⚝

✦ Sky ✦ ✧ Shuffle-inspired Yandere Sky ✧ Self-aware sky ✧ ⚝ Sky's escape into your arms ✧ Ace of the sky ✧ ⚝ Anniversary nostalgia ✧ ⚝ Copy and pasted ✧ Yandere Headcanons

✦ Twilight ✦ Showing twilight Twilight ✧ A platform to fall for twilight ✧ ⚝ A Sickly escape

✦ Wild ✦ Signs and errors ✧ I would dye for you ✧ ⚝ By your side from day one ✧ ⚝ A little escapade Birds without feather flock together - Toucan play at that game

✦ First ✦ ✧ First meeting Yandere Headcanons

✦ Mask ✦ ⚝ Mask meets with his sibling

✦ Time ✦ Time x DQ worker ✧ Kissing his scars ✧ ⚝ Siblings? I'll be your sibling for real

✦ Hyrule ✦ Hyrule handling the modern world

✦ Calamity ✦ Cal bonding with parent reader over tarot cards

✦ Legend ✦ Legend x Isekai reader

✦ Tears ✦ Small drabble requests are all under #lu tears Headcanons

Welcome to reality - Totk link x reader, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 [officially discontinued as I no longer write for sage]

✦ Wind ✦ It's empty -

✦ Warriors ✦ ✧ ⚝ Self-conscious captain ✧ Human errors ✧ I bet on losing dogs - My love mine all mine

✦ Four ✦ Nothing yet -

✦ Multiple Links ✦ Fics - Hair washing and bubble baths Catboy wars and wild [crack] I didn't think hyrule had berlin-

Headcanons - Aspec links yandere touches Sassy/ motherly reader Asking for affection Humans are hylian orcs Gossiping with aryll

Destiny & LU x reader - HC's about player

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ JUJUTSU KAISEN . . .

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SATORU GOJO

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slice of life parenting megumi & tsumiki

satoru cannot stand the taste of alcohol

bratty!gojo + part two (nsfw)

tag teaming w/ satosugu (nsfw)

perv!gojo (nsfw)

a long walk

morning glories

— headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs

taking care of their s/o after a mission

carving pumpkins with the jjk characters

SUGURU GETO

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everything everywhere all at once

midnight love affair (nsfw)

tag teaming w/ satosugu (nsfw)

what is a youth (nsfw)

geto x glasses wearer reader (nsfw)

the ghost of you

a long walk

rumor has it

cherry blossoms, tarot cards & chamomile

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jjk characters as male thot jobs

carving pumpkins with jjk the characters

random geto thoughts

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

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spending october with megumi

megumi x bimbo reader

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megumi as your boyfriend

taking care of their s/o after a mission

carving pumpkins with the jjk characters

KENTO NANAMI

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jjk characters as male thot jobs

CHOSO KAMO

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death and the maiden (nsfw)

YUTA OKKOTSU

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yuta with a bratty girlfriend

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content: draco/harry, pro quidditch player!draco, bittersweet secret dating, harry is all up in his feelings basically

for the lovely @getawayfox who asked for Drarry and the Six of Wands, for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

The crowd erupts as Draco catches the Snitch, and I jump up, Ginny and Ron beside me. I appreciate their presence: they know I wish I could cheer for him as loud as I want to, that the papers didn’t publish shit about me suddenly supporting Puddlemere, when I’m not here for the team, but only here for Draco.

He wants to forge a path of redemption for himself that isn’t about me, or us. It aches but I love him enough to understand.

Snitch in hand, he flies around the stadium, finds me and smiles. That’s enough for now.]

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Hello! I'd like to request "There's an 80% chance of this working out" from List 5 with Mahiru and Mikoto! Horoscope Girl and Tarot Boy...what will they do...

Ooh this one was so fun, thank you!! It was really neat learning about tarot :0 (It'll take a bit longer, but I got carried away with the idea and also started writing something of Mikoto doing a reading for Fuuta hehe). It always makes me sad that Mahiru doesn’t trust Mikoto at first, so it was really fun to picture them bonding over things like this during T1! I never thought of them having that in common and my mind has been opened to this duo asdfsdfds

“Alright, I’m going to need you to manifest your energy as hard as you can.”

Mahiru squeezed her eyes shut. Her face scrunched up in concentration. She let out a little hum of effort as she poured all her emotions into the card deck under her fingertips.

“Uh… maybe not that hard, Mappi.”

She looked up with a giggle. “Right, right! I’m just so curious!” Well, she was curious about how a tarot reading itself would go, not about what it would tell her. Mahiru was fairly confident of her upcoming verdict, and the cards would only confirm it. So far only one prisoner had been named guilty, and everyone could see he was just a bully. Mahiru was nothing like him. She would be forgiven. She just knew it. 

Mikoto started shuffling the cards. “Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes!”

To be honest, she’d had her suspicions about Mikoto for a while. His smile was too perfect at all hours of the day. (Even someone as cheery as her knew a smile like that couldn’t be consistently real.) She’d seen enough cheaters who chatted as easily as he could with everyone here. His nicknaming habit was a cute one, but she was keeping her eye on how informally he acted with little basis for friendship. She knew for sure he was a dangerous flirt when he’d grabbed her palm to read her fortune, launching into talk of life and love lines. However, none of that meant he was lying about his tarot expertise -- so who was she to refuse his offer to read her cards?

Her eyes glimmered as she watched Mikoto lay out three cards before her. Though he used the same theatrics he had for the others, she was just as entranced. It was just so magical, she thought.

Mikoto circled his palms over the cards. “We’re going to begin by looking at the past and present to get a bit of perspective before we move on to what your future will hold, alright?” He’d already explained that the cards couldn’t read one’s future as much as they offered self-awareness. He said it was all about being in tune with oneself, and the world. She was sure someone like him was already perfectly aligned within himself, but she could admit her heart carried her away at times…

Mahiru held her breath as he flipped the first card. She studied his face for any trace of negativity. Seeing her worry, he slipped back into his usual smile. “For the past, we have the Reversed Page of Cups,” he said. “This suit deals with emotions and intuition.”

Mahiru nodded, excited at the accuracy. Her past certainly had its share of intense feelings. 

“This card in particular may mean emotional insecurity, or immaturity. It could also point to an avoidance of reality, something that’s not being faced head-on.”

She nodded, with a little less excitement this time.

“It also represents a specific person who influences you.” His face lit up, recalling Mahiru’s favorite topic. “Pages can represent a companion! Is there a romantic someone in your life who may have been causing some emotional insecurity?”

Picking up on the way her face paled, he said quickly, “or maybe not! They could be a messenger, or a childlike figure, or…” He reached for the next card. “Moving on, uh, to the present. Ah! This is a really good sign.”

She perked up.

“Here’s Justice. It’s fairly self-explanatory, representing the consequences that follow your actions. It’s about cause and effect, and accountability. It means things are happening according to karma, which is natural.”

He turned over the last card. “And finally, when looking to the future, we’ve got the Two of Swords. Swords deal with the mind -- conflict and communication. That’s… interesting.”

Mahiru’s eyes grew round. “What’s interesting?” She slid the card closer to herself, studying the picture. A blindfolded woman with two swords. There was water, and the moon. Was that bad? Was the woman unhappy? She was all alone. What did that mean?

“Don’t worry,” Mikoto soothed. “It just means you’ll make a big choice. Well, actually, it means you’ll get stuck, so you need to make a choice. I just thought it was funny, we’re here wondering about Es’ decision, but it turns out you’re the one who needs to make a decision.”

“Ah,” she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now we can look at the big picture. It seems like some of your past problems may have come from emotional issues, so you’ll want to keep an eye on your emotions going forward.” Mahiru shifted. “The fact that we pulled Justice should reassure you about being here. I’ve heard some of the others complain that they don’t belong here, or it’s all a mistake, but this card is showing you that it’s just cause and effect. The events of your life are running their natural course.”

It was true, even she had been unhappy that her actions were being labeled that of a murderer. After all, those were an entirely different breed of people, right? Someone like Fuuta, who was guilty. People like her and Mikoto could never raise a hand to another. It was good to know, then, that this was all meant to be.

“And going forward, you’re gonna want to make sure you’re being decisive. Face your problems head-on, and communicate. If you can do that, things will be alright.” He folded his hands on the table, finished his reading. 

Mahiru thought for a moment. A smile crept onto her face, growing larger and brighter by the second. She clasped her hands together. “That’s wonderful! Thank you so much for doing this. It’s told me everything I need to know.”

“Yeah?” He picked the cards up, shuffling them back into the deck. She pulled a slip of paper from her pocket, pointing to some lines scribbled down.

“Yes. I’ve been jotting down some birthdays, see? I’ve had to make a few guesses until I get more information, but if Es is either a Scorpio or a Virgo… as a Capricorn myself… we’re very compatible, look! Capricorns have excellent communication with both of those signs, and you said that’s what I’ll need to get through this tough decision.” She turned the paper over to reveal more notes. “On top of that, my extraction is scheduled right before my birthday, during Capricorn’s governing period. At that time, things will be aligned more in my favor.”

Mikoto’s eyebrows raised at her notes, impressed. “Wow! You have this all worked out, huh? If that’s the case, you seem very prepared to have a successful interrogation.”

She steepled her fingers. “I’d say there’s an 80% chance of this working out!”

“Definitely!”

He returned her beaming smile. Things would be perfect. Nothing to worry about.

[5eraphim]

Hi! Could I please request The Fool, The Hanged Man and The Magician for Medic? If it's not too much of course

Link to the Original Yandere Tarot Card Ask Game

Medic

The Fool: How deluded is this yandere regarding their darling? Are they self-aware on any level?

Primarily speaking, he is a happily delusional yandere. Medic isn't quite in touch with reality at the best of times, and when he is lovestruck, this only amplifies things. So often fueled by mania and obsession, Medic adores spending time with you and feeling you nearby, your comfort or joy spending time with him, a mere afterthought. He's spent so much of his life following his curiosities and making fascinating discoveries. Medic has so much to share with you and so little time. It's only natural you'd feel so overwhelmed around him, but he's here to help and wouldn't dare let you go after making such progress with you.

The Hanged Man - Is controlling their darling essential? Or do they want their darling to love them willingly?

It's vital. Medic sees himself as a God among men, and keeping you under his control at all times is crucial. The love the two of you share is priceless, and he will do whatever necessary it takes to make you love him back. While he might feel slightly guilty for influencing you and your emotions like this, he's never been one to allow ethics or morality to stand in his way before. As one who sees himself as nothing less than a God Medic would feel entitled to be worshiped in kind, wanting nothing less than your undivided love and attention. 

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

Considering the canon intention of the medigun was an instrument of pain, and the healing was an unforeseen side effect, one must wonder if he ever did get around to constructing that weapon as initially envisioned. The Medic has no shortage of weaponry, self-constructed and otherwise, at his disposal, combined with the immense knowledge and will to wield them. While you are just about the only patient's health, he genuinely cares to protect, that isn't to say he's not curious to learn more about how much pain you can withstand or how you'd react to different weapons. Justifying all this in his mind on the condition he'd only ever hurt you if he had the means and time to heal and help you recover directly after.

[starlitmark]

seonghwa + the hanged man

enjoy some dilf!hwa smalls

[thosehallowedhalls]

Five of Cups

Book: Bloodbound

Character: Gaius Augustine

Rating: Teen

Word count: 492

Summary: A stranger might understand Gaius better than he thinks.

A/N: For @ascindio, who gave me the prompt five of cups, reversed, and requested Bloodbound. Day ten of my 30 days of drabbles.

It happens in New Orleans.

Gaius is ambling about Jackson Square, his shirt tight and confining around his shoulders. Gods, he will never get used to modern clothes, no matter how the fashions change. But worse, much worse, is the noise. A cacophony of voices and heartbeats, music and movements, all scraping against his skin until it’s raw.

After centuries spent in the outermost corners of the world, surrounded by the lilting sounds of nature, New Orleans is a sensory overload he was not prepared for.

He remembers a time when it wouldn’t have been like this. When he would have rejoiced in the thundering heartbeats, each one a sign that blood flowed freely in human veins, his for the taking. For the plundering. When the rowdy, shrill thunder was a welcome reminder of his superiority over these fragile, mewling creatures.

He remembers, no matter how hard he tries to forget.

“You want a reading, hon?” A voice breaks him out of his reverie. Why he heard this voice distinctly, amidst the hundreds of others, he’ll never know.

He looks in the direction of the sound, where a woman sits behind a folding table, a sandwich board to her side announcing Tarot Readings, and scoffs. “Certainly not.”

“A skeptic, are we?”

“A realist. Tarot cards began as regular playing cards. They were not used as divination tools until the eighteenth century.”

“Things change.”

She’s telling him. “Not quite that much.”

“In that case, would you mind moving it along, dear? You’re blocking foot traffic, and rent won’t pay itself.”

“By all means.”

But as he begins to walk away, a teenager skates by, forcing Gaius to step backwards until he bumps into the woman’s table. The deck on it comes apart, a few cards flying off the table.

“My apologies,” he says, bending down to pick them up, but she’s already gathered most of them. He takes the lone remaining card and hands it to her.

“Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Five of cups. Reversed.”

“I thought rent wouldn’t pay itself.”

“This card clearly wants to pass along a message.”

“Cards don’t…” He sighs. “Never mind. What, pray tell, does the card want to tell me?”

If she picks up on the sarcasm, she doesn’t let on. “The five of cups is about loneliness, despair, loss. Normally, it could signify regrets, suggest that you’re stuck in the past.”

“Could? Shouldn’t you know?”

She ignores his tone yet again. “That’s not how tarot works, dear. But either way, that’s not what it represents now.”

“What does it represent now?”

“The card is reversed. It represents,” she meets his eye. “Self-forgiveness.”

Even as a slight shudder rocks him, he rolls his eyes. “Fascinating.”

“You know what else the reversed five of cups stands for?” She calls after him as he begins to walk away again.

Despite himself, he turns to face her. “What?”

“Healing.”

Gaius leaves without another word.

He doesn’t believe in Tarot cards anyway.