#and i guess a fire based egg event

[gardens-light]

Rekindled Love

It took years for Chicago to be rebuilt back to its former glory. Many lives were lost- human and machine. People begun to salvage the alien technology like it was an Easter Egg hunt, taking anything and everything they could carry, before the authorities got hold of the reminats.

While large companies and government bodies captured any remaining Transformers- Autobot or Deceptions. Alive or offline, they were taken to be... well it was anyone's guess. Working with your team has caused a war within yourself. Battling thoughts of who's right or wrong in this hunt against the Transformers. And tonight has made that a whole lot harder...

Content: Events are based on 'Transformers- Age of Extinction.' Minor spoilers (have tried to minimize). Kinda 'Reader insert.' Course language. Just cute scenes and a simple kiss.

Word count- 2,670. (May be less due to edits and ending changes)

"Push right! Push right!"

"C'mon guys lets roll!"

"Take the beach, nice and easy."

Following your squad along the docks, weapon in hand and night vision goggles aiding your sight. Multiple ships empty, some confused citizens gave the military raised eyebrows and puzzle expressions as they went on with their nightshift.

Helicopters broke the silence within the still night air. Footsteps of Squad 1 and 2 echoed through the empty ships as they boarded. Carefully taking position and aiming their guns at a large cargo ship.

Multiple voices scratched out of your radio, as you rested your head against a wall. The rest of your squad venturing further and spreading out through the second level.

"Wake up soldier! No sleeping on the job!"

A harsh voice came to your ears, companied by a sudden smack to your back. Barely feeling it through the padded armour.

"Apologies, sir. Just need a minute-"

"Vipers. Eagle in sight. Cleared hot. Location, top deck."

"Copy that Sky Eyes." Your commanding officer looked over his shoulder. Gazing at you briefly before carefully backtracking to you. "You ok?"

Hearing the sound of his receiver being turned off, you released a heavy sigh. "I just... can't believe this is happening"

"We've had this convocation soldier" he removed his goggles and face covering, gazing at you with a disapproving look. "Believe it. They're the ones who started this. All of this."

Pulling yourself together, brushing the tears away from your eyes. As you avoided his gaze. Officer Ryan placed a hand upon your shoulder, trying to give you a comforting smile.

"I understand some things can get a little rough. We've lost everything to these alien scum-"

"Blow steel!" yelled the general's voice over Ryan's radio.

'Boom!'

The sound of an explosive shook the cargo ship, followed by the yells of a mechanical voice in pain.

Ratchet!...

Chaos and all hell broke loose.

Gunfire was released from heavy duty vehicles and helicopters. Voices shouting over one another in a scratchy tone from the radio on your chest.

"Hit him! Hit him!" Ryan repeated into his receiver, as he ran towards the rest of the squad with you trailing behind.

Missiles fired from the helicopters above. You and Ryan reached the concrete dock, your eyes widening as the Autobot leaped from the cargo ship, transforming into an rescue Hummer, just before landing upon the road on all four wheels.

"He's on the run! He's on the run!" Ryan yelled into his receiver.

A military Hummer screeched to a halt beside you. Ryan immedictly climbed into the vehicle, while you jumped into the backseat.

"Take down that machine! Don't let him get away!"

Gunfire continued to rain down onto the Autobot from all angles. Clutching onto your weapon, while your eyes closed tightly. Trying to fight through the headache that begun to build at your temples.

This is how it needs to be. This is how it needs to be. The thought kept rolling around in your head.

"No! Please!" the sound of Ratchet's painful pleas' ached your heart. "Hold your fire. Please, hold your fire."

His pleas continued as the military surrounded the Autobot. All vehicles came to abrupt halt, more soldiers stepping out of the cars and holding a steady aim at Ratchet.

Following everyone's lead and coming close to the injured alien. Feeling like each step you took became more difficult.

"Can you not see I've been injured?-"

"Box it in! Box it in!" Ryan's voice yelled over the Autobot.

"I'm Medical Officer Ratchet! I'm a friend!"

Lowering your weapon, moving your fingers away from the trigger as you tried to reflex them. Attempting to stretch out the building stiffness and hoping a little movement would move the leather away from your sweaty skin.

Blinking away the tears, as Ratchet fell onto his behind. Trying to shift his massive body into a small defensive position, while placing his servos over the opening of where his leg should be.

"I'm an Autobot!-"

"Then why did you run?" Ryan challenged with a cocky smile.

"Optimus sent a distress message."

Ratchet touched his radio, allowing the message to play through. "Calling all Autobots. We are under targeted attack. Cease all contact with humans."

Feeling suffocated, pulling down your face covering as you tried to take deep steady breathes.

"We're all hiding." Ratchet explained, "All Autobots are being hunted. We're all in danger."

"I lost a sister in Chicago. You'll get no sympathy from me."

The gentle blue of Ratchet's optics lowered to the ground. Feeling like it was only you whom saw the robot's face shift into sadness, while Ryan gave the Autobot daggered stares.

"Alright... release the hooks! I want this piece of junk torn apart!-"

"What?" Ratchet quickly gazed around him. Groans escaping his mouth, as soldiers fired the grappling hooks from the back of their utes. "Please! Don't do this! Don't-ah!"

'Clang!'

"Who the fuck threw those smoke grenades?"

The hiss of smoke leaving two canisters filled the air. Disrupting everyone's view of the Autobot. The sound of cable wires breaking as the vehicles attempted to pull the robot apart.

"Open fire! Open fire! Don't let that thing get away!" Ryan barked.

"Stop! What's wrong with you humans?" Ratchet groaned. As he pulled the hooks out of body and quickly making his escape.

Through the smoke, you saw the Autobot crawl and leap away from the scene, as you remained rooted to the spot. Your body frozen in place with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Ryan shouted as the smoke slowly dispersed.

Everything came to a stand still, silence briefly falling before Ryan's frustrated yells disturbed the air.

You flinched as his fist slammed against the hood of a nearby car.

"Search the grounds! Spread out!" His booming voice begun to drum right through you. "It's injured so it can't be far! And search for any allies! I want to know where the fuck those smoke grandates came from!"

Everyone quickly dispersed. Running to nearby buildings and vehicles screeching their way back up the roads. Helicopters scouted the large docks.

Steadying your breathing as you watched Ryan approach you. Hiding the empty canisters into your back pocket.

"Officer Y/N!"

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir. Just... Just got shaken up for a moment."

A low groan rumbled in his throat, as his daggers of disapproval stared right through you. "Pick up your feet, soldier. Now isn't the time to get emotional."

You speechlessly nodded. Turning on your heel, and following the green puddles of liquid...

---

"This is Ratchet, Autobots come in. Is anyone there?"

Pain lingered in his voice as it echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse.

"I'm heavily injured. Please send aid. Can anyone hear me?"

Climbing over rubble as you followed the sound of his voice. Using your torch to find the injured Autobot.

A heavy sigh left Ratchet as the radio static continued to buzz. The EMP that the soldiers dispersed an hour ago affected his communications, but thankfully it also affected theirs.

The sound of loose rubble snapped him out of his daze, quickly looking up and scanning his surroundings. Using the headlights sticking out of his shoulder plate to burn the darkness away. Ratchet activated his arm cannon, carefully studying for any movement within the shadows.

All was silent for a painful long minute.

Another sigh left him, as he lowered his arm. Retracting the cannon back under his plating and trying to reach out for his dismembered limb.

"Oh shit!"

Losing your footing and stumbling down the large pile of rubble. Ratchet flinched away from you, as you fell onto your knees before him.

"Ouch... I'm going to feel that in the morning."

The Autobot carefully studied you, as you got back onto your feet. Brushing the dust and dirt off yourself, feeling his blue optics gazing down at you.

As you met his gaze, you quickly put your hands up. "I won't hurt you"

Ratchet cocked his head to the side, as you carefully disarmed. Placing all weapons on the floor and gently kicking them away. Before finally removing your headgear.

Ratchet's optics widened as your hair fell out of the helmet.

"Y/N...?"

Somehow the pain in his voice was worse than before. Squeezing it's already tightening grip around your achy heart.

"Y/N... why? We used to be friends. You fought alongside us."

"None of this was supposed to happen-"

"And what was 'supposed' to happen?"

His challenging tone caused you to fall silent. Avoiding each others stares for a uncomfortable moment.

Ratchet's scans picked up your slow heartbeat and uneven breath. His optics studied your tearstained face.

"You've been crying..."

"No... No. I'm fine."

A saddened expression fell across his face, "you don't need to-"

"Let's get you fixed up." You said braving a warm smile. Taking a few deep breaths, attempting to pull yourself together. "It won't be long till someone figures out I've been gone for too long."

Ratchet noticed the semi-quick pace of your speech, trying to hide the fact that your voice was breaking.

Pulling up your sleeves as you approached his severed limb. Being cautious of the spontaneous sparks spitting out of the live wires, as you examined the opening.

"You've lost a lot of fluid. But I'm sure there's a way to temporarily put you back together. Well... hold you long enough till you reach Optimus anyway."

You looked around the warehouse as you lowered your backpack onto the floor. "There must be something around here that could help-"

"Y.N..." Ratchet groaned as he tried to shift his position.

"Stay sitting down. Further movement would cause more injury-"

"Why?" He spluttered, turning his head away from you as he coughed up some fluid. "Why are you helping me?"

You reached out to him. Ratchet's spark skipping a beat as he gently allowed your hand to cradle one of his digits.

"I don't expect you to forgive me." Your voice slowly returned to the friendly tone the Autobot once knew and loved. "But you're my friend Ratchet. We shared blood, sweat and precious metal together back at N.E.S.T, and no matter how hard I try or convince myself otherwise. I just... I just can't forget what I shared with you- with the Autobots."

Resting your forehead against the back of his servos, Ratchet begun to feel a little warm under his plating. Your shining eyes staring into his blue optics caused his processors to run wild.

"I will fix you." He never heard your voice filled with such hope and promise. "Even if it's temporarily... I will fix you..."

Three Hours Later...

"Alright, Ratchet. Last wire, you ready?"

Ratchet avoided looking down at you, as your hips and legs hung outside of the opening within his leg. While your torso dangled above the wires inside.

"I'm ready. Just please be careful, you've been electrocuted twice already."

Using your mouth to rip off a bit of black electrical tape, pushing the roll back up your arm, as you cautiously held two live wires.

"I'll be fine. Ok on the count of three. One... Two... Three!"

You quickly pushed the wires together, squinting as you wrapped the electrical tape around the joining. Trying to avoid the sparks.

"Oh boy!"

Low hums and vibrations shot through Ratchet. Giving him a bolt of energy, as you squeezed yourself out of the gap of his leg.

"How you feeling?" you asked, while starting to use the random rolls of duct tape, electrical tape and all sorts of other tapes to somewhat bandage his metal plates together.

"Good." His voice hummed while looking down at you. The heat under his plates grew over time, as you stripped down to your crop top and cargo pants.

"You... have always been a great medical officer."

You smiled, looking up at the Autobot. "Well... normally my paitents are human and not alien."

A small chuckle left him, as you continued to try and close the opening.

Ratchet hesitated for a brief moment. Taking a second to ask the question that's been building up in him for the past couple of hours. "Earlier you mentioned that you 'tried to convince yourself otherwise'... what did you mean by that?"

You paused in the middle of pulling the last strip of duct tape. Biting your lip and briefly closing your eyes before answering.

"After what happened in Chicago. The announcement of you guys being public enemy number one spread like wildfire. N.E.S.T was disbanded. The topic of Autobots and Decepticons divided people."

Opening your eyes, moving onto the next roll of tape, as you tried to continue to patch up the Autobot.

"I was... lost. Confused... parts of me wanted to hate you guys for the chaos that happened. How many humans have gone missing and lost their lives. But..." you paused again, holding the tape in mid-roll. "But when I heard the militaries new mission of taking you guys down. I thought..."

Ratchet cooed as he carefully placed his large hand upon your back. Using the tip of his index digit to rub your spine, as he heard your voice slowly breaking.

"I thought it was the only way." You admitted, trying to stay focused on patching up the metal plates together. "That perhaps people were right, and that we were never meant to be."

"We?..."

"I-I mean, humans and the Autobots. Not like... um, never mind..." your voice trailed off into silence.

Ratchet watched you brush away the sweat that was forming upon your brow, as you stepped back from his leg. After finally putting on the last strip of duct tape.

His spark hasn't been regulating properly since you've briefly came back into his life. And the heat building under his plates made it hard to control his processors, as he couldn't help but notice how your bust slightly bounced with each movement.

You looked up at him, "mind giving me a boost? I wanna see the damage to your shoulder plates."

Ratchet speechlessly placed his servos on the floor. Allowing you to climb into his palm and carefully bringing you to his left shoulder plate.

Awkward silence fell over the pair of you once again. The butterflies that's been swirling around in your stomach for the past couple of hours, caused your abdomen to do backflips.

Just focus on putting him back together. You lectured in your thoughts. A heavy sigh left your lips. Too much has happened between us to try and even think of salvaging what we once had.

"Are you alright?"

Ratchet's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. It's just- I think some wires- whoa!"

"Y/N!"

The Autobot quickly caught you in his free servo, as you slightly fell off his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Ratchet asked.

"Ye-Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Just leaned a little too far forward..."

An awkward silence fell over the pair of you. Your features blushing red as you knelt within the Autobot's palm. Playing with your fingers, while feeling the heat coming from under Ratchet's body plates.

"Well ah... I should go, y'know... before someone sees us..."

Your eyes caught his lingering gaze, as the Autobot slowly leaned in closer towards you.

Butterflies made your stomach do backflips. Ratchet's body felt like it was on autopilot, his optics couldn't look away from your delicate lips. His processors and your thoughts running haywire, as they raced within yourselves. You subconsciously reached out for his cheek, as he held you close to his chest plate.

Closing your eyes as your lips met his. A sweet moan rumbled in his throat as he took in your scent. Your perfume filled his sensors awakening a joy that he thought was all long forgotten. Your bust rested against his chest plate, as you took in every second of this blissful moment.

Slowly breaking away from him, Ratchet's optics wandered over your flushed features as he happily sighed.

"Come away with me?..."

#transformers #transformers x reader #Autobot x reader #ratchet x reader #autobot ratchet #Autobot Ratchet x Reader #ratchet #autobots #bayverse x reader #transformers fanfiction #fanfiction #x reader

[dream-puppeteer]

I mark my return to this site with some Kirby anime headcanons; mainly however, that all of the puff species grow wings at a certain point. (and goofy sentences I put down for fun)

v v v --- Extra headcanons below cut --- v v v

Some of their traits are inspired by their namesake’s descriptions in Arthurian legends. Only some, of course.

General Puff Headcanons: What wings they will grow up to have is not set with genetics; the likelihood of getting wings like your progenitors is HIGHER, yes, but there’s no guarantee. Also, after a horrific event during the great war, most, if not all puffs lost their wings to Scarfies. (Meta Knight lost his from another reason.) They all took to wearing capes that were the colors of what their wings used to be, which both hides the scars and looks cool. They also all can use Copy Abilities; though they’re limited to only a handful per puffball, with no real way to guess who could do what beyond trial and error. (Kirby was unique in seemingly having infinite abilities.) Their young are hatched from eggs, which are white upon first laid, then slowly gain the color of the puff’s main body. Their species was almost completely wiped out by the end of the war.

Galahad/Dragato: The son of Sir Lancelot, though they both take great measures to keep this fact tight-lipped, perhaps for each others’ safety so they can’t be used as enemy leverage against each other. He gains webbed wings, and had armor modeled after the claws at the tips. He’s rather softspoken despite his “sharp” appearance, and wants to become a medic after their numbers dwindled and less alien species could understand how to treat their kind. It’s difficult, however, since he and the others are trying to keep down-low to avoid Holy Nightmare from finding out they’re among the survivors of the GSA.

Lancelot/Nonsurat: Dragonfly wings. His design was odd overall, so I figured making him the odd one out of his group made sense. They’re tougher than typical insect wings, he’s more of a flitter than a true flier if it came down to it. He’s very protective of his son, though many view his relation to Galahad as something akin to what Meta Knight has to Sword and Blade. He is Arthur’s most trusted confidant, after Arthur’s previous one went rogue. They’re fire-forged friends, considering at one point during the war, Arthur and Lancelot became fiercely heated about something, but what went down between them is unknown. Rumors are inconsistent.

Arthur: Feathered off-white wings. Arthur was...lacking as a leader. He was kind and never forgot his roots as a nameless soldier who climbed his way into leadership to guide allies against Nightmare, but he had a hard time...putting his foot down against tougher choices, since war is ugly and all. He understands his failures as a leader may have helped turn the tides in Nightmare’s favor and hopes to do all he can to make up for it, even if he never forgives himself. (lowkey inspired by my own decisions whenever I got forced into a leadership role growing up; it’s hard, man) His nightmares often force him to recall the screams he heard over communications as Demon Beasts ravaged the bases of factions he tried to order retreats on.

Percival/Falspar: A generally boisterous type of guy, he’s also known to be fierce-tempered under the right circumstances. He sometimes was found butting heads with some soldiers he didn’t get along with. Few wanted to cross the “strongest soldier”, a title he earned without needing to be a Star Warrior. That being said, he’s still friendly by default and joined out of a desire to see the galaxy return to peace and free of Nightmare’s reign. He was once decent friends with Knuckle Joe’s father, and they both sparred together when Percival would practice with the Fight ability.

Meta Knight: The pride of the GSA, sporting webbed wings and known for felling demon beasts by the dozens in his prime. Something happened to him towards the end of the war, and he lost a great deal of his power. He makes up for this by being skilled in swordplay, and despite being among those who lost their wings, never let such an incident get in the way of his determination. For a long time, he was known as one of the most hopeful soldiers. It’s a quality that remains in the present day, no matter how jaded he may become.

#kirby of the stars #Kirby anime #kirby right back at ya #Hoshi no Kaabii #Meta Knight #Sir Arthur #Galahad/Dragato #Percival/Falspar #Lancelot/Nonsurat #galaxy soldier army #headcanons

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

(눈_눈)

who is stealing my fun fact spot....

sooo...mikeys parents actually looked a lot like I though they would, at least the mom right?

Anyway, I'm very sleepy today... I dreamed weird thing the last few days.

The draken egg siblings is known already but have I told you I dreamed Ran is my boyfriend who cheats on me and lives in a door. Like he always has a whole ass door with him and he disappears through it sometimes.

We wanted to go out and meet his friends but his only friend was rindou who looked like he was 10.

Or mitsuya who is just standing in the background of my dream and I can't reach him? Just standing around doing nothing.

What could that mean? 〣( ºΔº )〣

What was your weirdest dream?

Someone told me a cool funfact last week but I forgot what it was about :/

Anyway, becaude of our last conversation about Stephen King todays topic is, disturbing facts:

Mummies were used to create paint. The color was called mummy brown

In the old days dead soldiers were the main source for getting teeth. They swarmed out and took their teeth apparently. While poor people sold their teeth

Do you know what happens to whales and dolphins when they die? When they get too old to swim to the surface or to hunt they slowly sink to the ground into the dark water. All the carbon they consumed will get out and stored in the ocean.

The book "The wave" was inspired by a real life event happening at a high school

Moths and butterflies can drink human blood

That's it, kissing u baby ─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

- your mikey!

Oh that wasn't you????? I just assumed you sent that ask but forgot to put the mikey bit at the end.

I actually didn't picture Mikey's parents at all before, like I really didn't think they were gonna be relevant so just kind of erased them from my mind. You guessed their appearances right though???

Lmao ran lives in a door, that is the strongest thing I've ever heard of, just living in a door. It sounds like he's jumping dimensions or something, travelling between you and the manga. Asgbcxf his only friend was Rindou, why does that sound so accurate 😭😭😭 dream mitsuya clearly kins the Haitani's, just standing around and doing nothing.

I can't remember my dreams mostly, I just wake up and sometimes remember the feelings but barely the actual dream.

Oh I actually know the mummy one! Did you know they also ground them up and put them in medicine? People ate mummy powder to cure things, they also put them in makeup and fire places and used it for a bunch of other things. I didn't know the paint colour was called mummy brown though, guess they weren't too inventive with the names back then.

Yeah the teeth thing is creepy but it was a legitimate job, selling your teeth and ripping them out of dead soldiers.

They just slowly sink???? That's scary, just slowly sinking and dying, sad too.

I had to look up what the wave was at first but yeah I think I remember hearing something about that? It reminds me of the eye colour thing another teacher did.

Moths and butterflies can do what now??????????? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Ok I'll give you some facts back,

Did you know a nightmare on elm Street is actually based on a true story?

Romans believed drinking blood would give them power, when a gladiator fell the crowds would rush forward to drink their blood. They also thought it could cure epilepsy.

There was once a headless chicken who lived for like 17 months after being decapitated.

-Your Sanzu 💗

#jojosquad

[uncannyprompts]

Title: "The Office - Mister Dream"

[The scene opens in the Dunder Mifflin Scranton office, where excitement is palpable as news spreads about the impending visit of "Mister Dream."]

Andy: [Combing his hair frantically] I guess you can call me the bad boy of the office.

Michael: [Still wearing his oversized suit] It's an egg boost, you know.

Pam: [Whispering numbers to the phone, hiding her mouth from the cameras] Shh, it's a secret.

Angela: [Deeply annoyed at the script] Who's that Mister Dream? Come on, guys, this is total BS.

[Cut to Angela's talking head]

Angela: [Frowning] This is some BS; I'm going to the writers' room.

[Angela is seen marching to the back of the office where the writers are located, in a strange fourth-wall breaking occurrence.]

Jim: [Tries to stop Angela but decides to go back to his pranks] Well, you do you.

[Jim is seen surfing on his desk, while Stanley and his tulpa laugh out loud.]

Pam: [Continues hiding from the camera]

Kevin: [Playing an intricate chocolate-based game] Oscar: [Disgusted] Today, I'm wearing my stylish pantsuit; I wouldn't want chocolate on that.

[Coco is rearranging things around the office, while Dwight is in a trance, rearranging packets of numbers on his computer screen.]

Jim: [Doubtful] Is he pretending to work? [Chuckles]

[Cut to Michael wearing a bathrobe]

Michael: [Grinning] Hehe, pancake-scented bathrobe. Mamma's loving it.

[Darryl drops by with donuts]

Darryl: Hey, just dropping by to say hi and brought donuts for my pals.

Andy: [Still suffering from crotch fire] My crotch is on fire, you guys.

Creed: [Suspecting Dwight to be an android] It just makes sense.

[Michael starts doing karaoke in his office.]

[Coco and Pam share laughs, and Ryan and Kelly chime in.]

Ryan: What about jelly meatballs?

Kelly: And what about mouthwash?

Michael: What about huffing paint?

Angela: What about sniffing glue?

[As the day goes by, they all seem to forget about Mister Dream. The clock is seen going slightly faster than usual.]

[Cut to a shot of the office folks gathered in the conference room.]

Michael: [Smiling] We need some special event days, folks. Pajama day, curry day, UFO day...

[Coco chimes in]

Coco: [Excited] What about "bongo day"?

Pam: [Suggesting] "Underwater day"?

Darryl: [Smirking] "Opposite day."

Jim: [Eagerly] How about "surfing day"?

Oscar: [Thoughtful] What about "pizza day"?

Creed: [Shouting] "Vampire afternoon!"

[The sun sets on the office, and everyone shuffles back home.]

Michael: [Reflecting] It was a good day, everyone.

[The episode ends with a sense of camaraderie as the office folks leave for the day, leaving behind the chaos and laughter of another typical day at Dunder Mifflin Scranton.]

#uncanny prompts #the office fanfiction #the office

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Made a mistake of going to a Church based Easter Egg hunt this weekend. via /r/atheism

Made a mistake of going to a Church based Easter Egg hunt this weekend.

We celebrate easter just like we celebrate Xmas. Just embrace the commercialism I guess.

But because of bad weather we decided not to go to a couple of events the previous weekend. To make up for it we decided to take a chance on a new one ran buy a Baptist Church at the local high school.

First got there and they were handing out prayer books. NBD we can ignore that. Nothing else really stood out as odd. After some games it was time for the hunt so they told everybody to head over to the field. As soon as one of the volunteers asked us to sit in the bleachers I knew we were in trouble.

Pastor took the megaphone and I still had hope it wouldn't be a big deal. Boy was I wrong in that hope. The sermon started innocent enough(usual misinformation about jews in egypt and such) but then it took the "dark" turn. While finishing up about Egypt he asks "would every first born please raise your hand", then quickly followed by "you would all be dead now if you lived in Egypt and didn't sacrifice a lamb". Then went into some more fire and brimstone shit.

Really I was just annoyed I had to listen to this droll shit for almost 20 minutes. It wasn't until later that night I realized how bad it really was. My oldest kid asked if he would die on easter if we didn't sacrifice a lamb. The poor kid apparently had been afraid all day apparently that this was a real possibility. He was actually afraid of easter all day.

They spread this fear like it is nothing, but these are also the same people who think acknowledging to third-graders that gay people just exist is psychologically damaging.

The fuck is wrong with them.

Submitted April 18, 2022 at 09:23PM by GenocideOwl (From Reddit https://ift.tt/UThiF2x)

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Snow Day! ❄

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​​​ prompt # 131 I don’t feel so good will be in bold.

This is also day 25 of @choicesjanuarychallenge2022​​​​ for delivery.  

The Series: Mia’s 🌎 World The Book:  Crossover: TRR x The Freshman Series Pairing:  Mia x Jaiden (TRR MC x M!OC) / Freshman MC (Emily) x Chris Word Count: 1385 Warnings and Ratings:  Profanity and sexual innuendo / Teen

Song Inspiration:  We’ll Be Alright by Travie McCoy.

Original Post: 1/25/22 at 4:47PM EST

A/N: Recently my area has been hit with a lot of snow lately which has one caused us to have inclement weather plans at work, and I had to bring it out with this funny little story, aka poking fun at the south a bit for our insanity we get when snow comes.  I’m a transplant here, so I know what a real snow is. and I know this is far from it.  

Don’t be hating on our baby snow.  But this is truly quite the weather event here in North Carolina!!!!

I will be  also talking about the “Jeep Wave”  which I have found to be a very real thing. In 2019, I had a  Jeep as a rental car for a month while my car was in the body shop getting repairs.   Also the Jeep people to go off roading just because.  

And last but not least the infamous snow day.  Snow Days don’t bring the same splendor to most adults as they did when you were a child.  For me when the weather calls for snow, I get nervous, because of my job in Healthcare, it is very rare that we close.  Snow is not bad to drive on, it’s the Ice, and when things start melting and freezing back up, hitting a patch of black ice can be a scary thing.  So here’s to one of the few snow days I got to enjoy this go round because, I am on vacation.  It was a good feeling not worrying about the already crazy drivers in North Carolina, and then adding snow and ice on top of that.  As mentioned before, a lot of my Mia’s World content, is honestly based off of my college experiences. So even though I’ve made up the names of the characters, most of this is factual.  

Hope you enjoy the Snow Day I talk about here.  

Jaiden laughed as he watched the weather report.

"What's so funny?" Mia asked.

"Two to three inches of snow has North Carolina in a panic?!?! Snowmageddon, are they serious right now?"

"Hey not all of us are used to blizzards, Jai. The world shuts down here when we get snow.  You don’t know what happened during our last really major snow. There are memes because of it now. Google snowmaggedon nc memes.”

Mia took our her phone showing Jaiden a picture.

“That’s a real picture Jai. That’s Glenwood Avenue a few miles away from Crabtree Valley Mall heading towards Brier Creek.”  

“Why is there a car on fire?” 

“Because it’s North Carolina, we don’t do snow here.  And everyone rushes to the store for bread, milk and eggs."

Jaiden continued looking confused.

"Is French toast a winter storm food here or something?"

"No?"

"But then if you lose power, what are you gonna eat? Milk sandwiches and eggs you can’t cook? It doesn't make sense."

Mia thought for a second.

"You're right Jai, it really doesn't make sense."

"Why aren't you setting your alarm?"

"Because class is going to be canceled tomorrow."

"For two inches of snow? Mia, come on!"

Jaiden laughed even harder.

"When I was a kid in New York, walking home from school, I fell through a snow drift and the snow was waist high. Snow was not an excuse to be out of school."

"And I bet you walked ten miles to school all uphill and barefoot too right?"

"Now you sound like my Dad, Mia.  But you’re right.”  He kissed her nose.  “I’m still going to set my alarm though.  You might be wrong.”

Mia wasn’t wrong. The next day class was canceled due to snow.

“Guess we’re going back to sleep for a bit.”  

When they woke up again, it had finally stopped snowing and there was even more on the ground.  

Emily knocked on the door, before she walked in.  

“Are you guys decent?” Emily had her hand over her eyes in case.

“Yes we’re decent, and that was one time, and you didn’t knock. That was your own damn fault.”  

Emily peeked cautiously around her fingers.

“Just making sure I don’t  see your boyfriend’s ass, again. No offense to your ass Jaiden."

Jaiden shrugged his shoulders.

"None taken."

"But I already have a boyfriend that has an ass, that can also be one when he wants to be.”

“Hey I heard that!!!”  Chris screamed from her room.

“There’s a snowball fight at the quad in thirty. Teams of four. Get dressed.”

It didn’t take Jaiden long to get dressed.  Mia however was putting on layer after the layer of clothes.  She had on her jeans, two pairs of socks, boots, two shirts, her winter coat hat, scarf and mittens.

“Mia, it’s not that cold outside.”  Jaiden chuckled.

“Again, Jai, not all of us are used to two degrees, and blizzards.”

“Then I'll keep you warm, my little snow bunny.”  He pulled Mia by her scarf closer to him, kissing her lips softly. Mia melted into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.  

“I feel warmer already.”

“And getting you out of all that later will be like unwrapping a present.”  

His grip tightened on her hips.  

“Jai stop, if you don’t, we’ll miss the snowball fight.”

There were lots of students out on the quad by the time they all got there. And at first, the game was organized.  Teams going against each other and then things just unraveled.  Everyone was just having fun. Throwing snowballs haphazardly with no team goal or winning in mind.  

Snow angels and snowmen were beginning to be built.  

“We could dress our snowman in a layer of your clothes Mia. Promise you’d still be warm.”  

“Not funny Jai.”

“Emily too, she has on eighty five layers of clothes right now.”

“Ohhh you’re so funny Chris. You should try stand-up.”

“I don’t know why we let them pick on us so much, Em.”  

“You know the guys that picked on you in school are the ones that like you.” Chris said, kissing Emily’s cheek.

“Then you boys loooooooooovvveeeee us!”  

“Enough to get you some hot chocolate.”  

“Yessssss! Our heroes!!!!”

After enjoying hot chocolate, Mia thought they were heading back inside.

“Want to go sledding?”  

“On what?  We don’t have sleds.”  

“I have an idea. Come on Chris.  We’ll be back in a few.”  

A few minutes later Jaiden and Chris came back holding two mail baskets each from Jaiden’s work study job in the mail room.

“These will work, and they have handles for us to hold onto.”  

“Well what do you know Mia?  I didn’t think our guys could find it, but they did.”  

“Find what?”

“The thousand and first way to die.  I’m not sliding down a hill in that.”  

“I don’t feel so good.”  Mia shook her head.

“I mean it should work.  I’ll go first and prove it.”

Jaiden the tallest of them all had contorted himself to sit in the mail basket.

Chris gave him a push and Jaiden sailed down the hill screaming.

“Okay that looks like fun, I’m going next.” Emily  screeched, snatching Chris's bin.

Jaiden was running up the hill as Emily started down, unable to control the basket, she was heading right towards him.

"FOUR!!!!!" She screamed, as Jaiden leaped out of the way. Mia and Chris were laughing at the top of the hill.

"She's screaming four like it's golf!!!"

"Your face Jai when you thought she was going to hit you!"

Mia went next squealing in delight down the hill, against her fears.  

"I'm so glad you did this Mia."

"Me too. This was a good idea."

Jaiden kissed her. " You're freezing Mia."

"You're not, come closer."

She pulled him closer to her, and Jaiden gave her a tight hug and rubbed her shoulders and arms to give her more warmth.

"Let's get inside and order pizza and watch some movies."

They all trudged inside into the warm heat, as Mia sat on the bed to order the pizzas.

"Jai, it's a two hour wait for delivery.   I don't want to wait 2 hours for lunch. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat instead, and eat now, I'm hungry."

"No, order the pizzas, we're just gonna go pick it up instead. We'll take Rubi."

"Are you sure about this Jai?"

"Don't I always keep you safe Mia?"

"Yes, even when I am flying down a hill in a mail bin."

"Rubi can get us anywhere."

As they were driving Mia noticed Jai casually wave to people. It took her a few minutes to realize he was only waving to fellow jeep owners.

"Are you waving to just Jeep owners?"

"It's a jeep thing. It's the jeep wave. It's legit."

"I can't with you."

"What?!? it's for real!"

"Okay, if you ever get a jeep you'll notice it too. And you better wave."

"Old Blue will never die. But if she ever does, I'll keep that in mind."

They picked up the pizzas, and the only slide that was experienced was when Jaiden slipped a bit hopping out of Rubi heading into the Pizzeria.

Jaiden drove up on what was the grass and parked his vehicle right outside the dormitory to open the door for Mia.

"What are you doing?!?"

"Curbside drop-off isn't good enough for my lady, in this weather."

"Jaiden Brooks, I am so lucky you're my boyfriend."

"And don't you forget it." He winked and smiled as Mia feigned anger and gently shoved him.

He helped Mia take the pizza and sodas inside, and when Jaiden came back a security guard was standing beside his vehicle.

"You can't park here kid."

"I know, I just wanted to make sure my girlfriend got inside safely. I'm moving now."

Jaiden moved his vehicle back to the student parking lot and headed back to the dorm.

Mia smiled when he walked in.

"Oh thank God FINALLY! She made us all wait for you, before we could dig in."

"Yeah, he drove to get food in Snowmageddon for us. Jai you're totally on my Zombie Apocalypse team."

"Oh my god!  Can you stop stroking his ego already?" Emily laughed, grabbing for pizza.

"As long as she strokes something else later after I unwrap my present."

Mia playfully hit Jaiden's shoulder.

"Why is your mind so dirty Jai!!!!"

"I told you Mia, it's always the good guys you have to worry about."

Later that evening finally alone, and the bathroom door locked, so Emily or Chris couldn't come through, Jaiden and Mia indulged in some well deserved alone time.  

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the definitive post of WHERE IN THE WORLD IS JOHNNY SILVERHAND’S BODY?

AKA the post of HERE’S WHY I WANT TO BELIEVE WE ARE GONNA GET JOHNNY’S BODY BACK IN DLC. 

buckle up, gamers. it's time for some lore. this is a very long post. 

warning: this will contain a million spoilers. both for details of multiple game endings, a wee bit of the “where’s johnny” comic, and the cyberpunk RED book. if you want a sparknotes version this is the post for you. my main source here is the cyberpunk RED book as well as as some references to the cyberpunk 2077 world book to cross examine the lore. 

i have no idea if someone has made this post before or what anybody else has been finding in their own lore diving. this is just me documenting my own findings from the sources i’ve been using.

it would be disingenuous not to preface this with the ways in which cyberpunk 2077's telling of the arasaka assault differ from the version told in the TTRPG books. the books =/= the game. pondsmith acknowledges in the intro of RED that this is a bridge between the old cyberpunk world and the new world of cyberpunk 2077. 

we also know that johnny's an unreliable narrator and his memories presented to V are often different than real events. but on top of that we don't know if the reason why many elements are changed is simply CDPR editing/adjusting/condensing the storyline for their own canon, or if it's due to johnny's construct being manipulated by outside influences such as arasaka.

some of the main differences you need to know from cyberpunk RED canon:

in 2023 johnny doesn't bring the nukes to arasaka tower. he's solely there to free alt.

johnny and rogue and their team from the atlantis/the aldecaldos are actually hired by morgan blackhand. 

morgan blackhand is the one who plants the nuke, unbeknownst to many members of the team. 

morgan blackhand promptly disappears after this event and no one knows if he's alive or dead. (claire confirms this fact to jackie and v before the heist in 2077 canon)

johnny's silver cybernetic arm is its own character, separate from himself. it seems to have a mind of its own and johnny interacts with it and/or is influenced by it.

when he, spider murphy, rogue, thompson, shaitan, and a team of los lobos from the aldecaldos (who are there in place of santiago, as he’s busy as the leader of the aldecaldos at this point) are attacked by adam smasher, johnny and his arm actively choose to draw smasher's fire in a deliberately suicidal move. smasher downs him instantly, but the distraction is enough to also save his friends.

spider murphy shoves a mysterious chip in johnny's dying head as they escape that alt had downloaded to her a long time ago.

johnny's body is later "rumoured" to have been retrieved from the rubble by a full-body borg groupie that was a first responder to the ground zero of AHQ and then hidden away in a nearby garage.

here comes the political lore that makes my eyes cross, so hopefully this accurately summarizes it: the 4th corporate war begins to end. arasaka is ultimately blamed by the NUSA government to have nuked themselves in a political move to protect their secrets and promptly banished from the USA. arasaka denies this all the way back to japan, then eventually returns to “liberate” night city in the unification wars.

but what the public doesn't know is that kei, saburo's oldest son, had actually hidden an EVEN BIGGER MORE DEVASTATING NUKE at the bottom of the tower to, well, do exactly what they were being accused of doing, even though blackhand was the one who actually dropped the smaller nuke on them. and luckily the bigger one didn’t go off.

arasaka tries to find their nuke in the rubble so they don't get in even bigger trouble, only to discover that it was moved and hidden away to... surprise! a nearby garage.

to compare with 2077:

in RED: we have no johnny loading the nukes into the elevator. no johnny being carried off the premises. no meeting saburo. no johnny getting soulkilled.

in 2077: there's a parallel moment to RED's version of events right after johnny uploads "liberator" from alt's old cyberdeck with spider's help into the arasaka mainframe in saburo's office. adam smasher comes for him as he's trying to escape, knocking him off the second floor of the atrium into the rock garden below.

visually this is the same atrium we always meet alt in in cyberspace and also where V meets johnny for the first time. hmmm. meaningful, perhaps.

not unlike what happens in RED, johnny unloads a clip into smasher at that point, but from there the scene instantly cuts to him running to the roof attempting to board the AV with rogue, where smasher shoots him down again. it’s possible johnny actually died to smasher in the atrium and we have some fabricated memories going on. 

either way, in 2077, we lose the character beat of johnny dying for his friends, and the current-day general consensus from rogue and others is that he’s perpetually a selfish asshole with ulterior motives. 

and, just to wrap up the politics of it all: morgan blackhand is rumoured to have been secretly hired by the militech-backed NUSA government to help end the 4th corporate war by... you guessed it! nuking arasaka.

HERE'S WHERE JOHNNY'S BODY ENDS UP IN CYBERPUNK RED (SPARKNOTES VERSION):

RED ends with a story called "black dog" set in 2045. black dog is the last song johnny recorded right before the assault on arasaka tower, but the final copy is a bootleg copy of the song and only a fraction.

we're introduced to a fun group of cybernetic-enhanced characters that represent the classes in the TTRPG and based on/designed by real people in collaboration with CDPR.

this group includes trace santiago, santiago's son, who is a media that is curious about the mystery surrounding the circumstances around his father and the arasaka bombing. 

just connecting lore here: if you talk to saul at the aldecaldo camp in 2077, he confirms that santiago was killed for his involvement with johnny and the bombing, something that rogue and johnny reference when they talk about their now-dead crew from the afterlife, and in chippin in, santiago is a friend that johnny lists as someone he had disappointed.

the group sets off to find any info about black dog, and meet up with a full conversion chrome woman named samantha in a garage who is blatantly a johnny silverhand fangirl. trace discovers she has a history with johnny, having rescued him from a studio fire at some point in 2015 and speculates she could have been a groupie also.

she mysteriously has a more complete recording of black dog, though not perfect, and offers to trade it for a service: she wants the group to transport a large crate to a facility in new mexico, asking them not to open it.

shit goes down. evidently everyone in night city wants to kill them for this package once it starts moving. eventually they open it. it's the arasaka nuke that had been hidden and never went off, emblazoned with warnings.

trace inquires about the circumstances surrounding the arasaka assault with an older member of the lobos who had been present with rogue and johnny. the man mentions that it was weird, because morgan blackhand organized the whole thing and then ran off immediately with a mysterious bag that we now know contained the nuke. 

michiko arasaka intercepts the gang, explaining the situation around the bigger nuke, that other factions in arasaka want to utilize it for their own goals (presumably hanako and yorinobu) and her father's legacy, that she feels responsible for. she escorts them to new mexico so that the nuke can be dismantled once and for all.

they meet up with a woman named angel in new mexico that takes the crate from them, at a facility that specializes in nuclear material. she gives the group the full recording of "black dog". the group leaves successful.

this woman is also a johnny silverhand stan. once alone, she calls up samantha, who says, "i promised i would get him to you in the end" and reveals that she had already gutted/dismantled the original nuke and discarded the material into the bay.

angel opens the "nuke" to reveal a hidden cryochamber, and greets the face of the person inside with, "hello, my love."

i mean, holy shit. okay! so that’s DEFINITELY johnny’s body. cool!

now let’s go into all the references to this story in the actual game of cyberpunk 2077 that SUGGEST we are going to pursue this story AND johnny's body since it’s such a HOT FUCKING TOPIC. 

and i know many of the following can just be considered easter eggs. but my personal interpretation of this game is that it has a really delightful way of intentionally glossing over important story details—and not by ONLY putting them in shards (which people tend to dislike because lol reading) but by also hiding them in plain sight, constantly deferring to V's own ignorance, distracting us with shallower, shinier things, encouraging us to actually play as the fool hero of this story. 

so here's the fun list of “””evidence”””:

this one’s a reach, but fun. in the initial arasaka assault flashback in 2023: we can interact with the groupies at kerry's show as johnny. samantha doesn't appear to be present, but the first person and groupie you can encounter in the flashback has a passing resemblance to angel in that she has a cybernetic arm.

in chippin' in, where we go to johnny's "grave" in the oil fields: if we are to take the 2077 retelling of events as truth, the story could instead be pretty easily be changed that samantha procured his body from there.

mike pondsmith, who wrote these stories and created the TTRPG can be heard on the radio narrating various conspiracy theories. and sure, these can just be easter eggs, intended to reference the differences between the TTRPG lore and the game, so take it with a grain of salt:

johnny. bro. tell him it was morgan blackhand

to top it all off, mike also directly references the actual WORSE nuke arasaka had hid in another arasaka conspiracy: 

SPOILERS FOR GAME ENDINGS AHEAD.

in the rogue ending of the game we discover rogue has a son. it's possible her son is trace (edit: nvm NOT LIKELY, since in RED’s black dog story rogue is listed separately from santiago’s mom in conversation) OR possibly one of the other characters. she tells her son to "pull over and look at the stars" or something along those lines. maybe just details, so that screams nomad to me.

rogue also has a photo of herself and johnny with mike pondsmith in her apartment/office in the afterlife. i initially read this as a delightful cameo but it also can mean mike the CHARACTER knew johnny and rogue, and rogue therefore has some kind of relationship to him and these conspiracies on the radio. and why the fuck not make him a full on character? we have a smattering of streamers and personalities already integrated into quests in the game. the creator of all this should be no exception. fuck it! 

rogue and johnny constantly dance around this accusation of her “selling out”. it’s repeated over and over that she and adam smasher worked for "the same people". i'm beginning to wonder if this wasn't meant to imply only arasaka since smasher mysteriously disappeared after the AHQ assault in 2023 and returned to SOMETIMES take jobs from arasaka... but possibly morgan blackhand and/or by extension, the NUSA or any other greater influences. (like nightcorp? we still don’t know where all this shit with nightcorp/the peralezes/sandra dorsett’s discovery about their research into mind control is gonna go) this also doesn’t account for the multiple factions inside arasaka with VERY different motives. 

morgan blackhand and adam smasher are rivals in the TTRPG, a role that appears to be at least partially filled by johnny instead in 2077. in relation to the arasaka factions, it’s worth nothing that smasher specifically works for yorinobu as his bodyguard at the beginning of the game, in part i assume because yorinobu is avoiding working with arasaka security details as he stole the relic and is plotting against his father. he is then promoted to head of security by yorinobu when yorinobu assumes power. 

in the ending as you work your way through arasaka tower with rogue and shaitan and johnny, rogue remarks:

michiko at this point in 2077 is the leader of the more “liberal” faction within arasaka, so it’s possible we’re seeing that while rogue and smasher work for the same people/family, they couldn’t be more different. 

you can also encounter rogue more than once on the phone fighting with wakako, who has apparently crossed her. wakako also seems to have her own ulterior motives and works mainly with the arasaka-backed tyger claws. she notably gives v/takemura the parade security info for “play it safe” without asking for anything in return, enabling hanako’s kidnapping. my theory is that yorinobu intentionally leaked the parade info to her to give away to put hanako in danger or at least continue to destabilize arasaka. 

in the takemura/devil ending of the game, there is a point where violence breaks out at the arasaka board room meeting when yorinobu-allied security open fire on them. one of the only people that survives along with hanako is michiko arasaka, who was at odds with hanako’s decisions, but  very involved in the preceding discussion.

and now for is my favorite detail! in the afterlife AT ALL POINTS IN THE GAME (but it can only really be inspected in the rogue ending when we are allowed behind the bar), we can find a photo of the squad that transported johnny's body from samantha to angel on the shelf below johnny's tequila, of them hanging out in front of the afterlife sign:  

this implies rogue has some relationship with them, and sentimentality, if we're to judge by the placement. she maybe even took the picture. i don't know, it's charming, it could be all easter eggs. who fucking knows.

either way, rogue and these kids both have in common that they worked with or at least interacted with michiko arasaka. 

and you know what my final evidence is? more wishful thinking! black dog plays on the radio in game. we got a full recorded version of it by refused. if not an oversight, i go ahead and take it to mean the final version was finally released to the public by those kids that were looking for it. 

i haven’t the slightest idea how this is gonna wrap up in future DLC. who has johnny’s body now in 2077, decades after it was dropped off in mexico? what is the truth?? where the fuck is morgan blackhand?? from the devil ending, we know that arasaka stole jackie’s body and put his soul into mikoshi, so the idea that they would just toss johnny’s corpse has always been laughable. the “where’s johnny?” promotional comic was even about thompson unsuccessfully trying to find johnny’s body. i know i am biased here but i cannot fathom all this talk about johnny’s body ending off with us NOT finding it, whether it’s just to bury it, shove johnny’s engram back in it, make out with it, or WHATEVER.

if you made it through this slog, congrats. thanks for reading! 

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Lifeline - Part 12

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 8700+ (whoops!)

Warnings: Angst, language, fluff, jumper/suicidal, snakes

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

AN: Flashbacks in italics

You yawned at your reflection in the mirror, bringing tears to the corner of your eyes. Today was the softball tournament, and Steve was picking you up at 6:30 in the morning. Unlucky for you, when you agreed to go with him as his date, you didn’t think it started this early. Station 107 was playing in one of the first two games of the day. It wasn’t a huge bracket with only twelve teams competing from different fire stations, dispatch call centers, paramedic units, and police departments. Nat and Clint’s West LA Police Department won last year, and they were hoping for another win.

You sighed, splashing your face with cold water, hoping it would shock your body awake, but it only made your face cold. You grabbed a towel, dabbing your face as you stared at your reflection. Your eyes shined back at you, and you couldn’t help the small approving smile spread across your lips. You shake your head, reverting your eyes back to the counter. Only an insane person smiles at themselves in the mirror, but you couldn’t help but look at yourself. Really look at yourself. You looked different, but it was a good different; no dark shadows under your eyes, a calm, relaxed expression, and a smile that came so much easier.

You were happy. It was a weird feeling, waking up refreshed without fear coursing through your veins. You were never going to be the person you were before you met him or even the person you were when you were with him; a weak, abused, and frightened woman. No, this was a whole new you. A stronger you that was finally letting old wounds heal and allowing yourself to move on and start over. You let out a deep breath as your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. 

Steve: Good morning. I’m outside ;)

YN: Be out in a second

You sighed, slipping on the baseball cap Thor gave you to wear with LAFD (Los Angeles Fire Department) stitched on the front with their station number on the back. You let out a breath and smiled at yourself. It was a new exciting feeling, a feeling of improvement, and a fresh start.

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You sat on the bleachers watching the game between Station 107 and Station 93. The whole team wore the same dark blue station shirt, grey sweatpants, and the same cap you had on. Your eyes scanned the field, finding Steve covering first base. The car ride over didn’t do any justice to his uniform. His shirt was stretched tight across his chest with his biceps bulging out from his tight sleeves, and his joggers hugged tight to his quads. He caught you staring, giving you a little wave before hitting his hand into his glove. 

The game was slow to watch, with the lead changing almost every inning.  Every time the batter hit the ball, your breath caught in your throat, waiting to see how it would play out. You were caught up in the game when out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar redhead. 

“Hey, YN. Guess what? We won!” She nudged you on the arm.  “How are Val and the boys doing?” 

“Winning, but not by much. Carol needs to get her ass here. I think they’re feeling lost without their Captain,” you smiled, and she nodded in agreement. “Her shift ended about 10 minutes ago, so she should be on her way, and then she’ll set them straight.”

“Yeah, I noticed that. Like, why is Thor catcher?” she pointed at him. “And Bucky at second base? I mean, he can run, put him in the outfield.”

“I was wondering the same thing, but then I realized he already got to second base with you, so...”

“Oh shut up,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “He hit a home run, but I could say the same about you and Steve.”

“And you’d be wrong; we haven’t even got to first base yet.”

“Wait, what!” She slapped your arm. “But, I thought you two have been hanging out for like two weeks. I figured you two would be doing a little somethin-somethin,” she teased, nudging you in the side. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I get why you’d think that, but we’re in no rush,” you insisted with a half shrug, earning a nod from her.

You heard a car door slam and glanced over your shoulder to see Carol charging over to the dugout with her cap and aviators on. 

“The boss lady has arrived,” Nat announced loud enough for Carol to shoot you two a smirk. 

Everyone huddled around her in the dugout. She used all kinds of hand gestures, some a little inappropriate, but her team stood together, nodding their heads and hanging onto every word like they do when they are on call. With it being a single-elimination tournament, they couldn’t afford to lose. It might have been a charity event, but some teams still came wanting to have bragging rights until next year. When she stood up, they broke apart, and it seemed like everyone's energy changed from defeated to conquering. It was like they finally suited up and wanted to win with two innings left.

Carol was a competitive person and always felt like she needed to take an extra step to prove herself. Growing up, she never got along with her parents; they always insisted she couldn’t do something because she was a girl. No matter how many times she got knocked down, she would always get back up and try again. When she got the job as Captain of the 107th, many men under her didn’t want to follow her orders or be controlled by a woman. Many of those ignorant men left her station, even though she proved herself time and time again. She earned the respect of a few firefighters who stuck around, and to those, she felt earned her respect as well. With everything she has gone through to get this far, you couldn’t help but admire her. 

A slight chill ran up your spine, sending a tingling sensation coursing through your body. It forced the hair on your arms to stand up straight and make your hands shake. You rubbed them together, glancing over your shoulder, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You gulped, sitting up straighter, getting the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. You bite your lip, scanning the faces one by one until they landed on Nat.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, seeing Clint take off running to a van. “But it looks like your cheering section has arrived.” 

“On that note, I will be back--” she patted your leg “--I have to go hug my favorite niece and nephews.”

She stepped down the bleachers with a huge grin on her face and ran towards the van. Clint’s daughter met her halfway and pulled her into a hug. She hopped on Nat’s back, and Nat gave her a piggyback ride back over to her parents. You smiled at their interaction. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant so much to both of them. 

Family has always been important to you; even when you didn’t think they would be there for you, they still showed up. You always thought you were the glue that held Thor and Loki together, but now, you were almost positive they were the ones holding you together. 

Your eyes focused back on the game to see Station 107 heading back out to the field. They were up 3 points, heading into the top of the 7th inning. You couldn’t help but notice that Carol changed their field positions; Bucky and Thor moved to the outfield, but Steve stayed put at first. It’s surprising how moving a few players around made it look like a brand new team, and the game quickly ended with three straight outs, advancing them to the next round. They shook hands with the other team before huddling together in the dugout. 

Thor was the first to leave the huddle, making his way over to you with a closed mouth smile plastered on his face. He hit the bill of your hat and continued to walk past you. 

“Hey! What was that for,” you shouted at him over your shoulder. 

“Felt like it,” he grinned with a shrug, walking backwards. 

“Jerk,” you said under your breath, readjusting your hat as Steve approached you. 

“Hope you weren’t too bored.” 

“No, it was entertaining, watching you all fall over your feet until Danvers showed up and helped you pull off a win.”

“It wasn’t that bad. We kept a good pace with them all the way to the end. Just needed an extra push from Danvers,” he chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. “Did you want to get breakfast?” He offered, pointing to the line of food trucks behind you.

“What....no Wade’s Chimichangas?”

“I don’t think I have the stomach for that this early in the morning.” He rubbed his stomach before offering his hand to you. You took it with a chuckle, walking over to one of the most famous breakfast trucks in LA, Stan Lee Scrambles.

Thor had mentioned to you once before how Stan and his old firefighter crew decided to open up a food truck after they gained popularity. It started out small but soon became very successful, and they had to get a second truck. Everyone loved them, the food, and how they gave back to their community. They didn’t have a huge array of options, but it revolved heavily around breakfast items, including their award-winning breakfast sandwich, The Egg-celsior, a sausage bacon egg english muffin sandwich.

“What can I get you, Big Guy,” the old man, wearing tinted glasses and an old fire station hat, asked Thor.  

“Well, Stan...I will take two Egg-celsiors with a side of hash browns and a parfait,” Thor replied, squinting his eyes at the menu. “I think that will do for now, my good man.”

“Coming up, Big Guy.” You smirked at Stan’s nickname for your brother and moved up in line with Steve.  “Hiya, Steve. How’s your dog...Cosmo, right?” Stan asked, putting his elbows on the truck's small counter ledge. 

“Yeah, he’s doing much better. He’s gotten a lot more friendly and isn’t as skittish. I’ve been teaching him a few commands and lovin’ up on him.” 

“That’s terrific to hear. Remember, every relationship starts off a little shaky, but before you know it, the two of you will be inseparable.” Steve nodded with a smirk, as did you, reading into the double meaning. “Now, let’s get you two something to eat; what will it be?” 

You and Steve placed your order, and before you could beat him to it, Steve had his wallet out, paying. You shook your head, taking a few steps back to wait for your order to be called. You didn’t miss the subtle wink Stan shot Steve, making your eyes drift to the ground, hoping your hat would hide the bashful smile appearing on your face. 

Steve’s feet came into view, and you looked up at him. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“No problem,” he smiled. 

“So, what are the chances of you winning the next game? Any big competitors you're worried about?”

“I don’t know.” He lifted up his hat, scratching his head as he leaned in close to you, and whispered. “We’re not that good. We might make it to the next round, but I think the final four is as far as we’ll get.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Observation.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he tilted his head to the fields. “For one, one of the games behind us is already up 5 to 0, and they're still in the first inning. Second, Nat and Clint’s department dominated because Clint hits a home run every time he is up to bat. And three, I think we just want to start drinking.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You seem so sure of yourself.”

“I know a thing or two about baseball, and the odds are stacked against us.” Steve shrugged.

“Maybe, I should’ve joined your team. I’m pretty good with a bat,” you smirked, earning a breathy chuckle out of him.

“Maybe next year, you and Bruce can put together a group of individuals…”

“Let me stop you right there. No and no. I’d rather eat, drink, and watch,” you giggled, making Steve nod in understanding.

Your order was called, and you both went to the counter to pick it up. Steve followed behind you, taking a seat at one of the picnic tables with Bucky, Sam, and Thor. You took the spot beside Sam, and Steve sat across from you next to Thor. 

“You did not do that, Sam. I don’t believe you. I bet you made that up,” Thor said, waving his hand around with his Egg-celsior in it.

“I’m not, it’s 100% true.” 

“Lies. All lies this guy.” Thor shook his head, sliding over to give Steve a little more room on the end. 

“What is he lying about?” Steve asked, unwrapping his breakfast sandwich.

“Thor doesn’t believe I ran five miles in thirty minutes.”

“It’s true; we ran it together once,” Steve confirmed, nodding his head. 

Thor rolled his eyes, doing a double-take at someone behind you. “WHAT? Bruce is here! I didn’t know he was coming. YN, did you know he was coming?” Thor pointed at him, talking with Happy by the silent auction tables. 

“He told me he was going to try and make it.” You shrugged, glancing over your shoulder. 

“BRUCE, BRUCE,” Thor called, standing up in a half-sitting half-standing position at the picnic table. “BANNER, BRUCE BANNER.” Bruce noticed him and waved at him, not wanting any attention. “BANNER, IT’S ME, THOR. YOU POPPED MY CHERRY.”

All eyes in the surrounding area stopped what they were doing and looked between Bruce and Thor. You swore you saw Bruce roll his eyes from more than a few hundred feet away and let out an annoyed sigh before he headed over with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slouched.  “Hey, Thor. Fellas, YN, Carol, Val. How was your first game?”

“We won,” Carol answered from the table next to theirs, where she was sitting with Val.  “It was a tight game before I showed up.”

“We just didn’t want to win without you, Ace,” Bucky smiled at her, forcing her to shake her head.

“Steve, did I ever tell you how I lost my dispatcher cherry to Bruce?” Thor asked as everyone stood up from your table and the table next to yours, besides you and Steve. “Wait, where is everyone going?”

“To watch the next game starting, but tell Steve the story, we have heard it one too many times,” Val stated, stepping out of the picnic table. 

“Yeah, he hasn’t heard it yet; he deserves to hear it at least once,” Sam replied with wide eyes before walking to the bleachers with Bucky, Carol, and Val. 

Thor did love telling the story. Maybe a little too much because each time he told it, you swore he added something new to it or remembered something he forgot the other 15 times he mentioned it. It was a story that only needed to be told once, but Thor liked talking about his first time. 

You shake your head, sneaking a peek at Steve through your eyelashes as a small smirk tugged at your lips. He caught you staring, widening eyes as if he was asking if they should've made a quick getaway, but it was too late for them. 

“That’s right, I did tell those guys,” Thor nodded with an amused smile. “Anyways, Bruce, take a seat. We will tell it together.” 

“No, that’s okay,” Bruce assured, holding his hands up “I got to go and...”

“Nonsense. Take a seat, Banner.” Thor tapped on the spot next to him.

“Okay,” Bruce mumbled with a shrug. “Since when do I ever get what I want.” Bruce sits beside him, knowing the faster he got this over with, the faster he could leave. He shot a quick glance in your direction, almost asking for help to make a quick getaway. 

“That’s right.” Thor patted Bruce on the shoulder. “Now, it all started when I was working at my first station in LA. I was a young greenhorn, learning the ropes many years ago...

“Thor and Sif,” Captain Heimdall spoke into the walkie on their jacket. “There is an EMT emergency at the Los Angeles Zoo. We are the closest unit, and I need you two to head there now. The team and I will finish putting this blaze out.”

Thor and Sif got into the ambulance as instructed, blasting the sirens, and drove to the access point the dispatcher routed them to. A few zookeepers were waiting as they lead them through the zoo, stopping directly in front of the reptile building. Sif ran to the back of the ambulance and threw a paramedic bag at Thor as she grabbed another bag before running into the building behind the other zookeeper.

“Now, at this point, I never had to deal with the whole paramedic, injured people side of things, so it was an intense situation. Luckily, I was able to stay calm and collected through this whole situation, and I had Sif to thank for that. She remained so focused in these emergencies, I always thought she took Xanax, but it was just her personality.” Thor shrugged, taking a sip out of his water bottle in front of him. “Back to the call...

“Did the dispatcher mention what is happening to either of you?” Zookeeper Carina asked while weaving them through the halls of the building. 

“Not much,” Sif answered. “The victim called in mentioning a snake. A few guests must have seen it happen through the viewing windows and called it in, too. I’m hoping you cleared the viewing area for now.”

“Yes, of course, we did,” Carina nodded as they continued down the hall.

“Wait, this involves a snake. I love snakes. My parents got me one when I was younger, thinking it would give me more responsibility, but then my brother let him out of his cage, and he was never found again. I like to think he found a mate, and they are living happily ever after.”

“Great story, Thor, but let’s get to the matters at hand right now,” Sif commanded, earning a serious understanding nod from him. “What’s the current situation?”

“Miek, our 16 foot long 237-pound Burmese python snake from the Asian exhibit, latched onto my fellow zookeeper, Taneleer Tivan, leg, and she started coiling her body around Taneleer’s leg, cutting off his circulation. Taneleer collects snakes, so I don’t know if he read the situation wrong or did something to provoke her.” She shook her head. “It’s protocol to have two zookeepers present during feeding to avoid these types of situations, but his co-worker was running late, so he started the feedings by himself.” 

Carina stopped at a door. “He is behind this door.” She opened it, and they both stepped in to see Taneleer holding a phone to his ear, mumbling and grunting. His eyes and head traveled to the door with a faint smile on his lips before he went unconscious. 

“OH MY GOD, that snake is huge?” Thor shouted in surprise, seeing the snake wrapped around Taneleer’s leg. 

“Taneleer, you still there? Taneleer?” The caller on the speakerphone asked. 

Sif went over to pick up the phone and tossed it to Thor. “I’m Fireman Thor Odinson. Who am I speaking with?” Thor questioned, keeping a watchful eye on Sif. 

She slowly moved into position to check his vitals while keeping an eye on the snake. Her eyes traveled over his body, further assessing the situation. She noticed multiple bite marks across his stomach that were bleeding profusely, and Miek’s jaw was still latched on tight to his stomach. Sif tried her best to put pressure on the wounds, trying not to disturb the snake while Mieks body seemed to coil tighter around Taneleers leg. 

“Dispatcher Bruce Banner here, how is Taneleer doing?”

“He’s unconscious.”

“Okay, how are his vitals?” Bruce asked, but Thor ignored him.

“Carina, do you have any protocol when this happens? Like what is the best way to get the snake off them without harming them?” Sif asked, trying to keep pressure on the wounds.

Her eyes went wide, and she shrugged. “This isn’t usually my area, I fill in where I’m needed, and…and…” her voice drifted off, staring down at Taneleer. 

Sif nodded, looking at Thor. “Thor, can you try uncoiling the snake off of his leg.”

Thor nodded, starting at the tail end, but as much strength Thor had, he couldn’t unwrap the snake. “I think Miek is getting pissed. She is making herself tighter and heavier,” Thor grunted through clenched teeth.

“STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING, THOR?” Bruce shouted from the breast pocket on Thor’s shirt. 

Thor slowly set down the snake’s body and pulled the phone from his pocket. “Then, what do you suggest we do, Banner?“

“Find some alcohol and put it in their mouth, but make sure the head is pointed downward and make sure it goes into his mouth. The alcohol won’t work if you put it on their face or body.” Carina disappeared as if she remembered something and returned with a small bottle of vodka and a syringe. 

“It needs to be the mouth, okay. I got it, but we don’t want to get this snake drunk, Bruce.”

“It will work, trust me. The snake will become disoriented and unlatch herself from Taneleer. Then you will need to slowly unwrap her from his leg. Go slow because you don’t want to make the snake uncomfortable.”

“Got it. You sure she likes vodka,” Thor winked at a blushing Carina, filling the small amount of vodka in the syringe. 

“Thor,” Sif shouted at him. “Focus.”

“If she bites me, this is on you Sif, and this Bruce Banner guy.” Thor pointed his fingers at her and then to the phone.

Thor held the syringe just enough to place a few drops into the python's mouth. In an instant, the snake disengaged its teeth and retracted them away from the bite zone. Sif stepped into action and put pressure on the wound while Thor grabbed a hold of his jaw and head, gaining full control of the snake. With his other hand, he pointed to Carina to start unwrapping the snake slowly at the tail end.  

“And just like that, another person saved.” Thor smacked the table with a big grin on his face. “If I remember right, you Banner had quite the temper in that situation.”

“Well, when a person needs help, you have to think of the best way to help.”

“How did you know the alcohol trick would work?” Steve asked, looking at Bruce.

Bruce opened his mouth when Thor spoke up for him. “This guy, right here--” he grabbed both Bruce's shoulder and shook him “--took some fancy snake class and learned how to disarm them.”

“It wasn’t for that reason per se, but it was a class at the local herpetology society to better understand situations involving reptiles and amphibians.”

“Exactly, fancy snake class,” Thor smirked, patting him on the back while Bruce nodded his head, rubbing his lips together. You couldn’t help but shake your head at them. These two had nothing in common but that one call they experienced together. “I want you to remember, Bruce, you will always be my first.”

“Okay,” Bruce nodded with a fake tight-lipped smile. 

“It was good to see you, Bruce, but I am going to go see if Stan has any more Egg-celsiors left.” He patted him on the shoulder, crawling out of the table and walking back to the truck. 

“Good to see you, too.”

“And here I thought my first time was good.” Steve winked at you, forcing you to roll your eyes.

“I will say one thing,” Bruce mentioned, peeking over you to make sure Thor was out of earshot. “He wasn’t that calm. If you ever want to hear the real version, we have it in the archives, it's in my favorites.”

“And here I thought my brother loved snakes,” you added, making both men chuckle. 

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Steve went to warm up for his next game while you made your way over to the bleachers to watch the rest of Nat and Clint’s game.

“YN, come sit with us,” a woman with brown hair called, waving at you with a huge grin on her face. A little boy sat next to her, focused on the game in front of him. You recognized her as the woman Nat hugged earlier. “I don’t think we have been properly introduced, but I’m Laura, Clint’s wife, and this is my youngest, Nathaniel. The little lady in the purple shirt by the fence watching the game is Lila, and the young man next to her is my other son, Cooper.”

You nodded as she pointed at them. “I’m YN, but you seem to already know that,” you smiled, shaking her hand. 

“I did, I’ve heard so much about you, and it’s nice to finally put a face to the name. Here join us on the blanket.”

“Thanks.” You plopped down on the blanket, getting comfortable. “Nat’s told me so much about her niece and nephews, too, and they do seem pretty adorable.”

“Do they? Because if I’m being honest, they can be little terrors sometimes, and the sibling rivalry, well don’t get me started,” she huffed, shaking her head. 

“Oh, don’t I know it. I’ve experienced plenty of it growing up with two brothers.”

“I can imagine, but I didn’t know you had another brother.”

“Yeah, Loki. He’s adopted.” You shrugged, watching Nathaniel look through one of the books in front of him.

“Was it like sporting event after sporting event growing up? Because let me tell you something, once you have kids and they want to play sports, then that's all you're going to be focusing on until the season's finished. Bye-bye social life.”

“I’ll take that into consideration,” you let out a soft chuckle, “but for me, it wasn’t like that growing up. Loki and Thor are two very different people. Loki was more into drama theater, but Thor did play a lot of sports. And their personalities, well, they couldn’t be more opposite. Loki is great to talk to when you need someone to tell you how it is or how something is going to be, but Thor always takes your feelings into account by telling you what you want to hear before telling you what you should hear. Each brother has good and bad traits, but I still loved them and would do anything for them.”

“Do you miss Loki?” She reached over and patted your hand. “I’m assuming he doesn’t live around here because Nat mentioned you’re from New York, right?”

“Ahh, yeah. I miss talking to him and seeing him. We were close growing up and up until I moved at the last minute, but it’s just tough, right now.” You shrugged, biting your lip as your eyes drifted to the field. 

You hated not being able to talk to Loki. He helped you through so much, and you hoped he knew that. As dramatic and theatrical as he could be, you missed him. He was often hard to read, but once you cracked his hard shell, he showed a different side of himself, some never get the chance to see. You wished you could tell him what you have been doing lately, but you didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to another cell phone besides your brothers in California, in case Billy was keeping an eye on them.

“I’m sorry--” she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, and your head snapped to hers “--I didn’t mean to pry or anything. I’m just a stay-at-home mom that hasn’t had any adult communication since last week.”

“No, you’re good, Laura,” you smiled at her. “Don’t you have Clint to talk to?”

“He’s like my fourth child. He is the oldest but acts like the youngest,” she whispered the last part, making you let out a loud laugh. “So, tell me...” She nudged your side, tilting her head at something behind you. You turned to see who she was referring to only to spot Steve. “What’s going on with you and Steve?”

“Depends on what has Nat told you?”

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be! Wow!” She pushed you, and you laughed, falling onto your side. 

“MOM, Dad's up to bat,” Cooper shouted, sprinting over to inform her before going back to the fence.

“Is he? Oh yes, look at that,” she smirked, seeing Clint square up in the batter’s box with the bases loaded.

With the first pitch, Clint swung the bat, sending the ball flying over the fence on the opposite side of the field. He hit a grand slam, earning cheers from his teammates as he jogged around the bases with a fist up in the air. 

"Showoff," Laura snorted, shaking her head. “I’ll cue you in on a little unknown fact about Clint. He only hits those over the fence because he doesn’t want to run around the bases.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, he’s the worst, but I love him,” she smiled with a half shrug. 

You may have just met Laura, but you already adored her. She was so easy to get along with, and seemed like the type of friend you could share all your secrets with and she wouldn’t tell a soul.  

"How long have you and Clint been together?"

“It’s been seventeen long years, but he’s been worth it,” Laura smiled, running her hand through Nathaniel’s mop of hair. “How about you and Steve?”

“Okay, back to me, then.” You shake your head, finding it hard not to smile. You glanced over at Steve to see him talking with Sam, flipping his baseball glove around in his hands. “We’ve been hanging out, but I wouldn’t call it serious.” 

“Steve’s a great guy from what I’ve come to understand. I’m pretty perceptive, and let me tell you, not many people can finagle themselves into their little group, but he fit right in. And from what my perceptive powers are telling me, he likes you,” she grinned, tilting her head at him. 

You took a deep breath and looked over your shoulder to catch Steve and Sam staring at you. Steve bit his bottom lip, a smirk forming on his lips. You stuck out your tongue at them, making them both laugh as they leaned down to grab their gear for the next game. Steve headed towards the dugout, but you didn’t miss the ever so subtle double-take Steve shot your way. You shot him a cheesy grin, and you could’ve sworn his ears couldn’t get any redder. You chuckled, your eyes drifting back to the game in front of you. 

“And that Nathaniel, my little man, is called the double-take. It means Steve is into YN.”

You scoffed. “May I ask what you’re teaching him?” You bit your lip, looking at the smiling boy. 

“My perceptive powers, of course,” she said, reaching over and tickling him. 

“No, mommy,” he screeched in a burst of high-pitched laughter. 

“He’s got the trait. Cooper and Lila are screwed.” She confessed, and you mouthed ‘wow’ with a half-smile on your lips. “Regardless, you two are cute together.” 

“Thanks,” you mumbled under your breath, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks. 

_________

The West LA Police Department took the win and were moving onto the final four. Nat and Clint were walking over together, and Lila took off running towards them. Clint leaned down with open arms, but she ran right to Nat and wrapped her arms around her waist. You didn’t miss Clint let out a sigh of defeat as he stood back up and smirked at them.

“Did you watch us kick the other teams butt?” Nat asked, smiling down at her, patting her back. 

“Yeah, you were so awesome, Nat. I want to grow up and be just like you,” Lila grinned, looking up at her.

Clint shook his head at them, giving Lila a knowing look. “Yeah, no, that’s not gonna happen. You wanna give your old man a heart attack or something because I’m not ready for that," Clint sighed, walking over and laying down next to Nathaniel and Laura. He rested his head on his wife’s thigh with a huff. “I’m getting too old for this sh...stuff,” he groaned, closing his eyes and was out like a light. 

“Man, I wish I could fall asleep that fast,” Nat admitted, staring down at sleeping Clint.

“Don’t we all,” Laura chuckled. “At least I know where Nathaniel gets it.”

“How’s your team doing?” Nat asked, standing with her hands on her hips. 

“I haven’t checked up on them. Been too busy talking with Laura.”

“Happens to most of us. She’s so easy to talk to.”

“She is,” you nodded at Laura, and she shot you a soft smile. 

Station 107 won their game, moving them onto the final four, which started after lunch. To your surprise, Happy’s Hydrant was catering the event, and all the food looked delicious. All you had to do was pay for the plate, and all the money collected would be donated to the winning team's charity.  Everyone from the team agreed, this last game wasn’t important and that it was time to finally start partying.

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It was the bottom of the 7th inning of their final four game with Station 107 down by one point with one out. Val was up to bat, and the current count was one strike and two balls. She stepped back, taking a few quick practice swings before returning to the plate. The pitcher threw the ball straight across the plate, and Val swung with a miss. She stepped back out, shaking her head as her teammates cheered her on from the dugout. 

Steve gulped, seeing her set herself back up in the batter's box, doing one more quick practice swing. Steve never really had a one on one conversation with her, but he had a ton of respect for her. He was always impressed with how determined and focused she could be in a high-pressure situation. Those calls were a walk in the park for her, and he knew with the current situation at hand, she would knock that ball out of the park.

The pitcher tossed the ball, and in an instant, it landed in the catcher's glove slightly out of the strike zone. 

“Strike 3, you’re out,” the umpire called, making a fist with his hand. Val stood there with a questioning glare at the ump before she turned around and walked away. 

“What the fuck?” Steve commented under his breath, pushing his way out of the dugout and passed Val. “What kind of fucking call was that, ump?” 

“If you don’t like the call, you can get out of here.” The ump stood tall in front of him, but it didn’t do much since he was shorter than Steve. 

“The ball was nowhere near the damn strike zone, and she didn’t even swing at it. She’s not out.” 

The umpire tore off his mask. “Listen here, buddy, I’m in charge here--” He stepped closer to Steve and poked him on the chest with his mask “--from my view, she swung the bat but didn’t commit to it. Get over it or get out.”

“You know what I think…” Steve started, but Bucky showed up, forcing himself between them. Sam stepped in and grabbed a hold of Steve’s arm, pulling him back to the dugout.

“All good, Rumlow, all good. It’s just a friendly annual charity grill-out game. Can’t we all just get along,” Bucky added with a slight smirk, walking backwards to the dugout.

“Keep your new recruit under control, and we won’t have a problem.” Rumlow shook his head and pulled his mask back on with Thor up to bat next.  

“Who is that guy?” Steve asked Sam, taking a seat on the bench in the dugout.

“Brock Rumlow. You kind of took his job.”

“What do you mean, I took his job?”

“We were going to hire him, but then, Bucky told you to apply, and you got it.” Sam patted his back. “He is not very fond of our station anymore, but you were the more qualified candidate.” Sam squirted his water bottle into his mouth. “It’s probably why Val didn’t say anything to him about the call because she saw who it was and knew it wasn’t worth the fight.”

“I see,” Steve nodded, taking a drink from his water bottle. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing you watching him. Nat was saying something to you, but your attention was on him. He held up his hand with a slight smirk to show you he was fine, and you nodded at him.

“Why am I always cleaning up your messes,” Bucky inquired, plopping down in the seat next to him.

“Bad timing,” Steve smiled, forcing Sam and Bucky to shake their heads. 

You and Nat stepped down from the bleachers when the game ended, with Station 107 losing by 2 points. Nat nodded at you, leaving to prepare for the championship game. Once you realized the umpire was Rumlow, you and Nat knew it was inevitable that they were going to lose. Rumlow knew how to hold a grudge, and he was still holding onto it. You shot Steve a side smirk as he walked over to you. 

“And here, I thought you guys didn’t care about the game, and who knew you were so competitive?”

“What can I say, I got into it a little bit. We all did.” He shrugged with a tight smile.

“You did,” you chuckled, patting him on the bicep. “The ump was making some terrible calls anyways, and it doesn’t help he’s an asshole.”  

________

You sat down in the same spot at the picnic table from earlier, and Bucky and Steve joined you, still talking about their loss. 

Bucky took a bite of his BBQ ribs and grabbed his napkin, wiping the sauce from his lips. “It’s a good thing you’re not in charge of the grill, Steve? You remember what happened that one time.”

“What are you talking about? I’m great on the grill.”

“Yeah, but there was that one time, Peggy threw you that Fourth of July Birthday bash at your new house. You were on the grill and had the gas turned on too high and when you lit the match, a fire blaze shot up in the air. Hell, I thought you were going to lose your eyebrows, but Peggy was more worried about the house,” he chuckled with a crinkled-eyed smile, shaking his head.  

“In my defense, it was a new grill,” Steve snickered. “I didn’t know what it was capable of yet.”

“Who’s Peggy?” You asked, glancing between Steve and Bucky, who seemed to be in their own little world. They fell silent as Steve bit his lip, shooting Bucky a hard glare. Bucky looked away from him, shoving more mashed potatoes in his mouth. 

“Story for another time.” Steve peeked over at you, letting out a breath. He moved his potatoes around on his plate as a few different expressions crossed his face. 

“I understand,” you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. 

You knew better than anyone that there was a time and place for certain things to be shared, and this was not one of those times; it was too public. You took a bite of your sandwich, trying to remember if Steve mentioned Peggy before, but you don’t think he ever did. You peeked up at him across the table to see him laughing with Bucky, but it seemed forced. It wasn’t the hand clutching to the chest kind of laugh or the adorable chuckle that made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was almost like it didn’t have a sound, but the emotion hiding behind it was there, like a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He was physically here, but his mind was somewhere else. Whoever this Peggy was, she was special to him. 

“Clint and Nat’s team is fucking dominating; 12 to 2 in the bottom of the 4th. They should just call it at this point. It’s tough to watch,” Sam stated, sitting down next to you.

Everyone’s head at the table nodded in agreement. Your eyes started to wander around the park, noticing the whole Barton clan invested in this game. The line to Happy’s Hydrant was still long but moving swiftly. Thor, Val, and Carol were talking with a group of people by the beer wagon, paying no attention to the game. Your focus returned to the table, hearing Bucky comment on Nat’s uniform, forcing Sam to roll his eyes and bring his sandwich to his mouth.

“I’m gonna head back for seconds; do you want anything else? I can grab it for you,” Steve asked, catching your wandering eyes. 

“I’m fine, thanks, though.” You smiled up at him, and he nodded, stepping out of the picnic table.  

Steve stood back in Happy’s line, which was much longer than it was the first time he went through. Drunk munchies, he assumed. He glanced over at you and couldn’t help but smile. Sam must have made a comment about you and him because you smacked Sam on the arm as your gaze landed on his. You waved at him with a playful smile while giving Sam a stern look. 

He couldn’t help but smirk at your interactions with the guys. They were a rowdy bunch, but you could always hold your own against them and put them in their place, even him. Every joke you made, every laugh that escaped you, and every smile you shot his way made his heart leap in his chest. It was a feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time, a feeling he hasn’t felt since Peggy. 

"Is this the line for Happy's?" A guy behind him asked, interrupting his daydream.

“It is, yes,” he nodded, turning around to look at the guy, wearing a Northeast LA police department t-shirt and cap.

“Was your department playing today?” Steve questioned, pointing at his shirt.

“Oh no,” the bearded man chuckled. “We prefer being spectators and drinking.” He pointed behind him to a group sitting by the game with lawn chairs and coolers.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Steve smirked, shaking his head.

“What’s it like being a firefighter at the 107th?” He gestured to Steve’s shirt. “Doesn’t Thor work at that station, too?”

“Yeah, he does. Good guy.” The brunet nodded in agreement. “I like it. It’s both a physically and mentally demanding job, but I enjoy it.” Steve shrugged, grabbing a few extra napkins from the table.

“Same with me, but we aren’t fighting fires or rescuing kittens from trees.”

“If only it was that easy,” Steve nodded, narrowing his brows. “How do you know, Thor?”

“He helped me with a call a few months ago….it was a jumper,” he gulped, putting some vegetables on his plate as they made their way down the line. “I was the first officer on the scene. I was working on talking him down, and then this big intimidating guy from the 107th showed up, had a heart to heart with the guy, and he got down off the ledge. It was amazing to watch.”

“Did Thor tell the guy his wife left him and that he found himself in a similar situation?”

“Yeah.” 

“Thor made that up on the spot.” The guy furrowed his brows at him, not really understanding. “You see, sometimes to calm people down in these stressful situations, we try to find some common ground. In this case, Thor made up the story about his wife leaving him, and it ended up saving the guy’s life.”

“Wait, so Thor was never married.”

“Nope,” Steve smirked, taking a couple more BBQ ribs for his plate. “We do what we have to do to save lives, even if it means making up an emotional story for the victim to know they are not alone, and people still care.”

You glanced over at the food buffet to see Steve talking to someone in a dark blue cap that you didn’t recognize. Steve always seemed to be able to start up a conversation with anyone, even though he seemed like a quiet guy. Bucky snapped his fingers in front of your face, pulling you away from them. 

“Eyes on me, darling, eyes on me.” He pointed his middle and forefinger at his eyes than to yours.  “Stop giving Steve all the attention. He’s the real troublemaker.” Bucky shook his head. “Has he told you about all the stupid things he did when he was younger and how I had to rescue his ass?”

“A little,” you snickered, pinching your thumb and forefinger together.  “And here, I always thought you were the troublemaker.”

“Nope, all Steve. You’d be surprised how often I got into trouble for shit he did. He’s such a punk.”  You couldn’t help but grin at Steve’s back, shuffling down the buffet line. 

Steve hesitated before scooping one more serving of potatoes on his plate. He deserved a few more carbs after playing softball all day and consuming copious amounts of water. “Sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?”

“Oh, my friends call me Jig.”

“Jig?” Steve mumbled, cocking his head to the side. “I bet there is a story behind that one, but I’m Steve.”He held out his hand, and Jig shook it. “I better get back to my squad, but it was nice talking to you.”

“You too. I’ll see you around, Steve.” 

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“Do you think Cosmo is staring at the door waiting for you to come home? I miss that pretty boy,” You suggested, standing next to Steve watching the final game between West LA Police Department and Fire Station 113. 

“Maybe,” he smirked. “I know he misses you. Won’t stop talking about it.” He shook his head, making you bite back a smile. “He wanted me to ask if you wanted to come over after this?” He shrugged, acting all innocent.  “I told him I would ask, but I wasn’t promising him anything.”

“What...like a play date?”

He chuckled under his breath, eyeing you with his blue orbs. “I guess you could say that.”

You turned your head to the ground, biting your lip. “Yeah, I'd love to, but only if it's okay with his Dad. I know he has a strict bedtime.”

“I think he will let this one slide this time,” Steve murmured next to your ear, wrapping his arm around your back and putting his hand on your hip. You leaned closer to him and wrapped your hand across his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“Where is Cosmo anyway?”

“My neighbor is watching him, and let me tell you, he is not a fan of her. I think if he sees you, he will be much happier, and then he’ll forgive me for leaving him with her.  

“I’m sure he will. If not, I’ll talk to him and put in a good word for you.” You squeezed his side and shot him a promising smile, forcing him to shake his head at you. 

“Thank you.”

To no surprise, the West LA Police Department won with the scoreboard shining 18 to 7. They decided to forfeit after the 6th inning, knowing they weren’t going to be able to catch them. It was a boring game to watch, but you were in good company. 

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The car ride to Steve’s house sent a chill up your spine and a warm rush to your face. It was a sensation you couldn’t explain. The butterflies in your stomach erupted, and every nerve in your body made your skin tingle with anticipation. You hung out at his apartment a few times before, but tonight something felt different. You sighed, leaning back in the passenger seat, staring out the windows and watching the sky change colors. It was a beautiful sight. You glanced over at Steve, watching him bob his head along to Marvin Gaye. He tapped his hand on the steering wheel as his gaze caught yours and cracked a coy smile, causing your heart to race.

You walked up the steps behind Steve to his apartment on the second floor. He opened the door to let you in, so he could retrieve Cosmo from his neighbor. You stood next to the island by the front door with your hands on the counter, listening to the quick chit-chat Steve was having with his neighbor. You heard paws charging down the hallway followed by footsteps not much later. Under the door, you could see the shadows dancing and hear Steve giving Cosmo a little pep talk. 

“Okay, Cosmo. Someone decided to come visit you, but you have to promise me you won’t embarrass me.” Cosmo whined, and you couldn’t help but think how cute it was. “You’re gonna embarrass me, aren’t you?” Cosmo barked in response, and Steve let out a loud sigh. 

The front door creaked open, and Cosmo charged in, his head looking around the room until his eyes landed on you. He ran over to you with his front paws landing on you.

“Hello to you too, Cosmo,” you grinned, scratching the top of his head. “I heard you missed me.” His tail continued to wag, and it hit the kitchen cabinet, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. 

“See, I wasn’t kidding when I told you he missed you.”

“I see that now. Did you miss me, Cosmo?” You crouched down, rubbing his ears, and he licked your face. “Yuck, Cosmo, no kissing.” You shake your head and wipe the drool off your face.

“Did you want anything to drink?” Steve offered, opening a cabinet with glasses. “I was thinking about opening a bottle of wine?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a glass.” You nodded, standing up straight at the end of the bar with Cosmo sitting right beside you, waiting for another scratch. 

Steve grabbed two glasses, setting them on the counter. “See, all he wants is your attention; he could care less that I am here.” 

“I’m sure he still loves his Dad.”

“He kind of has to; I feed him,” he breathed a small smirk, shrugging his shoulder. He grabbed a wine bottle at random from the small rack on the counter. He opened the bottle, pouring it into the glasses, and handed you one. “What’s the movie going to be tonight?”

“Have to check the list.”

You turned to follow Steve to the living room when you tripped over Cosmo, and the wine glass fell from your grasp. It crashed on the hardwood floor, shattering into tiny little pieces. Your hand covered your mouth, feeling a chill run up your spine. As you stared down at the floor, your heart sped up, causing tears to peek at the corner of your eyes. A lump formed in your throat, making it harder to breathe, and your hands started to tremble. You felt him reach out and touch your shoulder, forcing you to jump back and stare at him with wide eyes. In a glimpse, you saw Billy standing where Steve used to be. A sob escaped your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head. When you opened your eyes, Steve was holding his hands up, his mouth was moving, but his words weren’t reaching your ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, backing away from him.

“It’s okay, YN, we’ll clean it up. It was an accident. These things happen.”

“No, no, I should go. I forgot I had...um...I’m sorry. I should go.” You grabbed your jacket and took off out the door with tears streaming down your face. 

The door closed with a loud bang, causing Cosmo to whine at the door. Steve let out a deep sigh, looking at the door and then at his dog. “What am I going to do, Cosmo?” He ran a hand down his face, walking over to grab his broom.

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 12! Soooo much happened in this part, so where do I start. I originally thought about breaking this part into two, but got lazy, and was like nahhh! Haha! But what a way to end it, am I right?! Everything was going so well until it wasn't. 😬 What is Steve gonna do now? Do you think Cosmo feels bad about it? Poor pup! Did you like the Stan Lee cameo? Whenever I write a story, I try to add him in since he is the one who started it all! And what did you think about the story of Thor losing his dispatcher cherry? I don’t know anything about snakes, I just googled and this is what came up, so it could be inaccurate, but regardless, I hope you at least got a little laugh out of it! Anyways, thanks for reading, comments are always welcome!

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Favorite fics by some of your buddies on Tumblr and Discord?

God nonnie. You fucked up big time. You underestimated just how hard I can appreciate my friends. I’d like to formally apologize for how long and in-depth this got, but I would pick a stopping point and then go ‘oh! but i cant leave out so-and-so’ and then this got mega out of hand.

Organized by author and not genre! And if I didn’t include any of your works (or I did and it was not the one you wanted), please, don’t take it personally. I am trusting everyone who comes across this post to read the tags themselves, but for two of the fics I have left TWs in front of them.

Cassia’s fics:

Internet Enemies by @cassiopeia721 (x)

At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.

hypnic jump

Izuku finds himself somewhere he doesn't recognize in an oversized green jumpsuit with a hero he's never seen at his back. He's pretty sure he's dreaming, and subsequent events only solidify that theory into rock-solid certainty.

Paradigm Shift (Harry Potter)

Harry undergoes a paradigm shift at the beginning of his fifth year. (Slytherin Harry)

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Kestrel’s fics:

Compass by @autisticmidoriyas (x)

Midoriya Izuku never had the chance to become a hero—or even to grow up. Fifteen years after his death, Akatani Izuku tries to save the life of a dying hero and in return receives a target painted on his back and a power humming in his bones.

All Might, Sir Nighteye, Ground Zero, Suneater, and Skyquake are left scrambling in the wake of Lemillion’s death to figure out who now holds One For All.

Intertwined with all this, the League of Villains’ war against Japan burns on. With the loss of Lemillion, the advantage is now theirs, and with the loss of One For All, victory is all-but-assured.

(What the villains don’t know is that One For All lives on in the blood of a boy who was always meant to be a hero.)

triskelion

A few seconds, and their lives—their life—is changed forever. Where three people used to exist, there is now only one.

While visiting the mall with their class, Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto are the victims of someone whose quirk can fuse together objects … and people.

Permanently.

Facing down the fact that they may never be unfused, a long adjustment period lies ahead of them as they learn how to be themself and figure out where they fit into their families, their class, and their world.

the meaning of hope

One day, the smoke will reach its end. They hold out hope for that. Even with quirks, fires cannot burn forever. They will consume all their fuel, until there is nothing left, and they will wither and die.

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Lilly’s fics:

Rise of the Rat Finks by Authoress_Lilly

“You're not in trouble Neito. You’ve been tapped to join The Rats.”

The boy blinks. “The what?”

Vlad opens up a folder and hands Monoma a flyer and a small pin in the shape of a rat. “It’s a sort of secret society here at UA.

Or: an excuse to put Monoma and Midoriya together in way too many words 😅

The Root to Villainy

Prompt: Izuku doesn't realize how fucked up his past was until Aizawa does an immersive class on villain origins.

Whoops?

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Dance’s fics:

Never Take Your Problem Children To Costco by DanceInTheKitchen

“SECURE THE EGGS! I REPEAT SECURE THE EGGS!” Bakugou bellowed.

“YES SIR! AYE AYE SIR!” Izuku saluted.

Shouta is staring at his students, one of whom seems to be reenacting the Lion King with a carton of eggs while the other salutes him, and wonders. What the hell did he do in his past life to deserve this?? Past him must have committed some great sin, like putting sugar in his coffee, or being a dog person.

 Or, Aizawa, Bakugou and Midoriya walk into a Costco.

grow as we go

The dorms were silent, but out here in the open air, she felt both isolated and free. Isolated from the world, but free from the responsibility crushing her, isolated from her friends and family, but free from judgement. Up here, with only the stars and Iida as company, Momo felt like she could breathe.

They sat next to each other in silence, watching the stars silently crawl their way across the sky. Iida doesn’t break the silence, but he also doesn’t leave. It’s a silent promise, to listen if she needs it, or to keep her company if she doesn’t want to speak. It’s comforting.

She’s not sure when she speaks, it’s somewhere between staring up at the stars, and looking at the shiny dew covering the grass of the hills behind UA.

“I’m not ready.”

 Or, with graduation right around the corner, Momo has a conversation with Iida about what growing up means.

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Azure’s fics:

A Helping Hand for All by azureskyy

Izuku doesn't know why everyone's talking about a certain hero analyst online. He's tried browsing through the forums and other sites, but he just can't find the person they're talking about.

Maybe he'll ask them later. For now, he has some analysis to do.

Or: Izuku is a well-known hero and quirk analyst across multiple social media platforms.

Not that he's aware of it, of course.

A Missed Chance

Two paths cross then diverge. In another universe, perhaps, they could have walked on the same path; they could have talked for the second time that day, and Izuku could have been given an opportunity that could change his entire life. And maybe, just maybe, he would have taken it.

But this isn’t that universe.

Or: What if All Might wasn't able to find Izuku after the Sludge Villain Incident?

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Alice’s fics:

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by @makeitbluue (x)

“Did you think you’d be safe from me forever? That you could chip away at my power base and I would not care or try to hunt you down?” The man asks as he steps forwards.

Izuku scrambles backwards in his bed, searching the covers as he goes for his phone. If he can get a text off to All Might or Aizawa-sensei he can alert people to the potential danger.

But even as he moves, something in the back of his mind tells him he had heard this voice before. A different time, a different context, but the same voice.

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Ely’s fics:

bend and break by @queenangst (x)

In a world where you can feel your soulmate's pain, Eijirou spends a lot of his life up until meeting his soulmate hurting.

draw and quarter

In District Twelve, no one volunteers.

When Aizawa Shouta’s name is called, no one says a word. He stands there for a moment, feeling all the world slow around him, and then he straightens his shoulders and walks to his death.

He will die fighting. At the very least, Shouta can promise that.

Shouta's name is drawn for the Hunger Games, alongside Shirakumo Oboro. No one from their district has ever won.

damage control

After All for One's defeat, Aizawa Shouta is grasping for ways to protect his students. At the same time, a discrepancy in Midoriya's behavior leads Shouta down a dangerous line of investigation and to a single question: if Midoriya is the U.A. traitor.

Between the Wind and the Water

Staying at U.A. for winter break, Izuku hopes it'll be a quiet chance to spend the holidays with Todoroki and supervising teachers All Might and Aizawa-sensei.

It's just his luck a gift-shopping trip turns into a gift from a villain, and Izuku's new Half-Cold, Half-Hot Quirk is not so easy to control. Neither are the secrets he's been carefully keeping.

a glimpse of tomorrow (looking back)

Subject: Aldera Time Capsule Ceremony Forwarded Message— This year marks ten years for the Aldera Middle School graduating class of 20XX.To celebrate, we would like to invite pro heroes Kingpin and Deku, Aldera alumni, to participate in a public time-capsule opening. We are incredibly proud to have helped them on their journeys to becoming heroes, and would be most honored to receive them as guests and for them to speak at the ceremony. [...]

"Well," Deku says, leaning over to turn the monitor towards him. His eyes flick over the contents of the email one more time. "If they haven't changed, then I guess we could return the favor."

Ten years down the line, Bakugou and Midoriya are invited to a time capsule ceremony at their middle school to read letters from their past selves, and look back on their past and how it shaped their future. For anyone else, it would have been a celebration.

For the two of them, it's an opportunity.

A look into Bakugou and Midoriya's past—through a future neither of them imagined—as pro heroes, agency partners, and friends.

of the mighty heart

It was just complicated. Kacchan had changed. Izuku had changed. What was between them was constant—Kacchan was always there—but even constants, Izuku supposed, could change, too.

...You saved me, sometimes you say Deku and it doesn’t sound so much like an insult, you say it like you mean it, you say it like you mean me.

After the war ends and the dust settles, Izuku is left in pain and feeling useless. There's still so much to do and people to save, and it's just... too much for one person.

And then there's Kacchan.

~~~

Fawn’s fics:

Bough Breaks by @fawnvelveteen (x) (trigger warning for discussion of rape/noncon)

In life, nothing is certain. Pro-heroes aren’t always the good guys. Children are not spared from the darkest realms of humanity. Izuku isn't acting like his normal self at school lately, and his homeroom teacher has taken notice. After learning about the mother’s new, unwelcomed boyfriend, Aizawa’s concern shifts into dread. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep his student away from harm.

Almost Moon (trigger warning for suicide) (Black Clover)

It was always at night. One of Noelle's squadmates, apparently, believes it's a good idea to walk across the rooftop, directly over her head while she is trying to get some sleep. Finally, she decides to confront the nighttime nuisance. What she discovers is something she never expected, nor did she wish to see.

~~~

Nez’s fics:

The True Successor by @neko-nez (x)

Toshinori is caught in a time loop.

~~~

Aodh’s fics:

new game + (the pros of being over-leveled, the catharsis of finally beating That One Boss, and a bonus social link) by @takeyamayuu (x)

Izuku hasn’t been noticed yet, being as far from the fight as he is. Or if he has, they’re dismissing him in favor of the larger threat of Aizawa-sensei. As they should, since he takes out the last one with a well placed kick, turning to face Shigaraki,

Izuku tenses, this is-

This is where his teacher’s arm is injured and then-

The Nomu.

One for All spikes to around fifty percent, his muscles stinging, bones creaking as Izuku darts forward, aiming for Shigaraki’s head with an axe-kick.

Second year Midoriya Izuku gets hit with a Quirk, skids into the USJ, and learns a little about self-care along the way.

~~~

Ghost’s fics:

fingerpaint bruises and a kick in the teeth by @ghoststrawberries (x)

There’s a sour taste in Shouta’s mouth as he stares at Jackrabbit’s bright smile. The smile he’s wearing in every clear photo of him. It somewhat reminds Shouta of All Might’s smile.

Jackrabbit might be a menace to the Commission, but there’s no way Shouta can believe that a man with that smile is anything less than good to his core.

“And I’m your last resort to handle this quietly.” He says knowingly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Precisely.”

Shouta’s gut response is to refuse.

The words “I don’t kill.” are halfway up his throat before they become stuck.

As an underground hero, sometimes Shouta Aizawa is called upon to do darker jobs than one might expect a hero to have to do. This time, when he's tasked with taking out a vigilante who's managed to bother the Hero Public Safety Commission one too many times, he's not sure he'll be able to follow through.

~~~

Amira’s fics:

And Now I See Daylight by @awake-my-oceans (x)

AnalysisOverload Current mood: HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON HERO CON

AnalysisOverload reblogged AnalysisOverload  Okay, let’s talk HeroCon. 

Look around, and you’ll see a lot of discrimination—against people whose Quirk is debilitating, against people whose Quirks scare us, against people who have trouble controlling their Quirk, against people who don’t have a Quirk at all. It’s easy to feel alone in a sea of discrimination.

Enter HeroCon:X.

A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel

“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”

Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.

Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“

That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.

“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”

~~~

Aaaaaand that’s all I got. Thanks for making it to the end!

#bnha #bnha fic #fic rec #fic rec list #fic rec masterpost #nova talks #all my friends in one post. sniffle #most of em anyway #not sure what to tag this so. ill hit send! #forgot too tag this as an ask rip #anonymous #ask

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Ginger Snap, Chapter 2

A/N I am breaking probably the only rule I gave myself when I started writing fanfic, which was Don’t Ever Post a WIP.  But lord knows I’m not immune to peer pressure and the narcotic that is reader feedback, so here it is, the second chapter of what is now an open-ended modern AU story about Jamie the Chef and Claire the Kitchen Disaster.  Still a first person Claire POV, so I apologize in advance for any stray pronouns.

For the first chapter, I recommend reading it on Ao3, since I’ve made some minor edits since I first posted it on Tumblr.  See above re. not planning on posting a WIP.

Oh, and funny story.  When I decided to check the location of the real Ginger Snap catering company in Edinburgh, it was squished between “FrazersOnline” and “McKenzie Flooring”.  If that’s not kismet, I don’t know what is.  The location I describe below, however, is based on a catering venue here in Ottawa called Urban Element, where I’ve attended a few team-building events.  I have yet to set anything on fire, though.

I checked my phone for the third time, confirming I wasn’t lost.  

Frank and I moved to Edinburgh over the summer, just in time for him to start his position as Associate Professor of History at the University of Edinburgh. Despite our years spent in America, neither of us cared overmuch for driving, so we chose a flat (or rather, Frank chose a flat and I concurred) not far from campus.  Therefore, this was the first time I’d ventured as far afield as Leith, a maritime enclave just to the north of the capital that couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to be grittily working class or artistically hip. 

When I finally reached the address, I had to smile.  No main street pretensions or non-descript commercial frontage for Ginger Snap Catering.  Before me stood a two-story red brick fire station, still emblazoned with the crest of the Scottish Fire and Rescue Services.  The two massive truck bays were now enclosed by see-through doors that could be drawn back on a sunny day.  Through these a warm yellow light could be seen, spilling onto the grey, damp pavement.

A petite woman with dark hair manned the small reception area, a red-haired toddler clinging to her like a marsupial.  She held a phone to one ear while simultaneously pacing the polished concrete floor.  I stood as unobtrusively as possible near the door, but in such an open space it was impossible not to overhear her side of the conversation.

“... they willna take ‘im back until ‘is fever goes down...  aye, an hour ago when I picked him up but it hasn’t... nay, i dinna think it’s... tis jus’ terrible timing with two weddings t’morrow... Could ye?  Och, I owe ye Mrs. Fitz, a million times o’er... Anytime, we’ll be here.  Alright, soon.”

The speaker turned to me, the harried look of a working mother sharpening her already honed features.

“I apologize fer keeping ye waiting.  What can I do fer ye t’day?”

Before I could respond, the young boy, probably no older than two, began to fuss, rubbing his flushed cheek against his mother’s shoulder.

“Och, mo ghille, Mam kens ye’re poorly.  Mrs. Fitz is coming as fast as she may.”

Unable to quell my instinct to diagnose and then cure, I spoke up.  

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.  Based on his age and the way he’s holding his head, it may be an ear infection.”  At the woman’s penetrating look, I hastened to explain: “I’m a doctor.  Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

Permission granted, I carefully palpated the boy under the jaw and peered as best I could without an otoscope into the offending ear canal.  Confident in my diagnosis, I recommended treatment with a warm compress, an over-the-counter analgesic ear drop, and children’s paracetamol to control his fever.  If, after twenty-four hours the symptoms had not improved, they could consider seeing his pediatrician for antibiotics, but these were only truly necessary for a persistent infection.

“Och, ye ‘ave no idea what a relief it is tae hear ye say so, lass.  He’s my first bairn, ye ken, an’ I can ne’er tell if I’m over-reacting or being negligent.   Can ye say thank ye tae the nice doctor, Wee Jamie?”

My stomach jumped.  “Wee Jamie?  Is he related by chance to Jamie Fraser?”

“Aye, tis his nephew.  I’m Jamie’s sister, Jenny.  Ye ken my brother, then?”

The pieces fell into place, and my insides settled.

“We’ve spoken before,” I explained.  “I’m Claire Beauchamp.  You and your brother helped me with a dinner party emergency last Tuesday.  I came to return your market bags, and to thank you again for coming to my aid during my hour of need.”

Jenny and I spoke for another ten minutes, sharing the superficial narratives of two strangers brought together by circumstance.  She was warm and thistly by turns, and I felt a longing for the honesty of female friendship that I’d given up when we left Boston.  Eventually a matronly woman arrived to collect Wee Jamie.  I carefully wrote down the exact names and dosages of my prescribed remedy.

After Mrs. Fitz and Wee Jamie had left, it occurred to me that Jenny needed to get back to work.  I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do, even if I hadn’t thanked Jamie himself.   As I began to make my goodbyes, however, Jenny interjected. “If ye’re no’ in a rush, why dinna ye join our afternoon cooking class?  My brother will be demonstrating how tae make quiche.  Tis the least we can do, after ye helped Wee Jamie.”

Which was how I found myself standing behind one of six cooking stations arranged across the fire station’s main area, a bright red apron covering my black slacks and saffron turtleneck.  My impetuous curls were slowly breaking ranks from where I’d slicked them into a bun that morning.  I worried I looked like a human Pez dispenser.

I glanced at the workstation immediately to my left.  A slight woman who I guessed to be roughly my own age was engrossed in her phone, a cheeky smirk playing on her berried lips.  Her strawberry blond hair was swept into an effortless chignon that made me twitch with envy.  She looked up from her screen and caught me looking her way.

“Geillis Duncan,” she said, offering a well-manicured hand.

“Claire Beauchamp.  Pleased to meet you.”

“Is it yer first time taking a class, Claire?”  At my nod, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially: “Ye’re in for a treat.”

Before I could enquire what she meant, a murmur amongst the other students (all women, save one) was accompanied by the heavy tread of work boots on polished concrete and a familiar Scottish burr.

“Good afternoon, everyone.  Thank ye fer joining me on this dreich Scottish day.  I ken a few of ye are new, so let’s start with a brief overview of yer stations and some basic safety reminders, before we tackle the quiche.”

Today Jamie was wearing a pair of olive pants that tapered down his endless legs and a technical shirt that clung valiantly to his upper body.  He looked like he’d just stepped off the nearest rock climbing pitch.  I wondered if he owned anything that answered to the name of a professional wardrobe, but I couldn’t deny that he looked impressive, in an athleisure sort of way.

“See what I mean?” Geillis hissed at me as Jamie made his way to the front of the hall, speaking now about optimal burner temperatures.  “That man is a dozen kinds of yes.”

I concentrated on each step of the ostensibly simple recipe.  Pie crust had been the previous week’s assignment, so I had only to blind bake the prepared dough already at my workstation.  Once I had the crust centered exactly in the pie pan, pierced with a fork in orderly rows and placed in the oven, I rushed to catch up with the others.  I’d missed Jamie’s instructions regarding pan frying the bacon, so I increased the flame, thinking I could make up a little time.  The fatty meat crackled pleasingly as I set it in the lightly greased pan.  I was inordinately proud of myself.

Things went very badly, very fast.  First, my eyes wouldn’t stop watering as I meticulously peeled then dissected the onion into near-transparent crescents. Tears obscured my vision and I tried to wipe them away without contaminating my hands.  To my left I could make out Geillis skillfully cracking eggs into a glass bowl, her pie crust already elegantly filled with crispy morsels of bacon and caramelized onion bits.  

A vague sense of having forgotten something important tickled my mind.  My pie crust!  Grabbing a silicone glove (I wasn’t making that mistake twice) I rushed to the wall oven and extracted the pan.  Giddy with relief, I saw the dough was only a little dark around the edges.  

Before I could return victorious to my station, Jamie uttered a Scottish noise of alarm from his vantage at the front of the class.   We both rushed across the room to where my rashers of bacon now resembled blackened shoe laces obscured by a heavy veil of smoke.  With practiced ease, Jamie lifted the entire skillet into the adjacent sink and turned on the cold water.  A cloud of steam enveloped his head, highlighting his auburn curls.  I bit my lip as he looked my way in amusement.

“I hope ye werena planning on serving quiche to yer faculty guests t’night, Ms. Beauchamp?”

I stood meekly next to Geillis for the remainder of the class, no longer trusted around open flame without adult supervision.   She graciously allowed me to extract her quiche when it was done baking.  It looked like a magazine cover.  Meanwhile, my workstation looked like the scene of an industrial accident.

While we were waiting for her quiche to cook, Geillis and I got to know each other a little better.  She was a Highland lass from up near Inverness.  Married to a wealthy older man, her life sounded like an endless quest for diversion.  Despite this, or because of it, she had a sharp-witted frankness that I appreciated.  She was also a hard-core gossip.

“Wee besom,” she remarked with a nod towards a blond girl who was currently monopolizing Jamie’s attention with endless questions punctuated by manufactured giggles and flicks of her pin-straight hair.  “Tha’s Laoghaire Mackenzie of the Mackenzie brewing dynasty.  They’ve a live-in cook, so there’s only one reason she attends these classes, and it isna for the quiche.”

I watched Jamie laugh over something the girl said, mineral eyes alight and his perfect white teeth on display.  I suppose I couldn’t blame her.  I wasn’t here for the quiche either.

The interminable ninety minute lesson finally ended.  I thanked Geillis profusely and we exchanged numbers before she rushed off for her reiki treatment.  Gathering my trench coat and purse, I tried to slink away without calling any further attention to myself.

“Ms. Beauchamp!”

I cursed under my breath, then turned to face him.

“Please, call me Claire.  After I nearly burned down your place of business, we should probably be on a first name basis.”

Jamie chuckled. It sounded more natural and lived-in than his earlier response to Laoghaire, but I was likely fooling myself.

“Och, wha’s a cooking demonstration wi’out a wee bit of drama.  Will ye be joining us next week?  We’ll be making ceviche, sae I willna need tae put the fire brigade on stand-by.”

“Bastard,” I replied to his cheeky smirk.  “Alas, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a cook.  It appears to be the one science I can’t master.”

“Cooking isna a science, Claire,” he explained with sincere intensity.  “Tis an art.  Perhaps tha’s the root of yer struggle.”

“Perhaps it is.  But in that case, I may as well give up now.  I haven’t an artistic bone in my body.”

His languorous perusal of said body lit a different kind of flame in my belly.  Geillis was right; he really was a dozen kinds of yes.

“I canna say as I agree.  Come back any time if ye’d like tae try again.”

I blushed, thoroughly discomfited by his blatant flirting.  He knew about Frank.  He’d fled from him onto my fire escape, for Christ’s sake!  Maybe when you looked like James Fraser, every interaction with a woman was merely a chance to hone your craft.  Or maybe he was truly ignorant of his effect.

“I’ll take that under advisement.  Thank you again, Jamie.”

“Until the next time, Arsonist.”

#my writing #outlander #ginger snap

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So I read the Ace Novel (Part 2)

I’m going to be level with you, if I hadn’t said I was going to do a write up for the novel, I don’t think I would have finished this one. The first fifty or so pages are terribly boring, and while it picks up considerably toward the end, I don’t think I can recommend it, for one reason and one reason only:

It reads like a freaking wikipedia article. And I hate it. 

I described Part 1 of the Ace novel like three separate one shots with the barest hint of continuity between them. That’s not the case this time around, as most of what it covers are events mentioned in the manga: The fight with Jinbe, Ace’s 100 battles with Whitebeard, Ace formally joining the Whitebeard Pirates. Comparatively speaking, that’s a lot of canon material to get through. Consequently, it’s also quite a bit longer than Part 1, about 200 pages. 

(some of those pages happen to be longer than others)

(yes this made me literally laugh out loud)

The problem is there is a metic ton of manga recap that has nothing to do with this novel, especially in chapters 1 and 2. This was baffling to me, as it seems unlikely that someone would pick up a One Piece magazine (where the novel was originally published) or a One Piece side story without bing familiar with the manga. Yet concepts like the Four Emperors, Celestial Dragons, and even the Grand Line were laid out in meticulous detail.

I am going to be unfair for a moment and compare the Ace novels to my favorite spin-off series of all time, the Kyoshi duology that takes place in the Avatar universe. 

Unlike the Ace novels, they take place several centuries before the main series, so there aren’t a lot of plot details that overlap with the animated series in the way the Ace novels do to the main manga. What is in common, however, isn’t repeated. Nowhere in the two Kyoshi books does she learn the story about Avatar Wan or any of the same lore details that are important to Aang and Korra’s stories. Instead it expands on the world building details laid out in the main series and deepens them. 

For example, do you want to know how the Fire Nation royalty got so good at lightning bending, or how the greater Earth Kingdom political landscape works? Read book 1. Do you want to know how the Fire Nation went from a fractured clan system to a strong centralized government or how advanced water bending healing techniques work? Read book 2. It’s exposition that fleshes out the system already in place, rather than retreading what’s already been established. 

Part 2 of the Ace novel does this a little bit when it develops the Pirate Code, something that has never mentioned in the manga, and even if it was Luffy’s not the sort of character that’s going to care to adhere to it. The strongest portion of the novel shows Ace going out on a mission on Whitebeard’s behalf, showing some of what it’s like to maintain the vast territories that he keeps under his flag.

But mostly...mostly it’s just recap. Literally the entire Fishman Island backstory is written out in some of the blandest narration I’ve ever read, paragraphs upon paragraphs talking about Queen Otohime and Fisher Tiger and the civil unrest of the Ryugu Kingdom, including but not limited to Vander Decken stalking Shirahoshi and her subsequent imprisonment in the royal tower. 

There’s also the wholesale recycling of gags straight from the manga that 1) don’t necessarily work as well in written format, and 2) show no originality or creativity on the part of the author. In my opinion, recurring gags are funniest when a writer can contrive different variations and circumstances around the base joke. Instead we get scenes like this beat-for-beat copy of Ace’s narcolepsy gag in Alabasta, down to using the waitress’s skirt as a napkin

I noticed in Part 1 that the author had snuck some canon elements in, such as Deuce and Ace building Striker—the one man, fire-powered boat he showed off in Alabasta—when I personally didn’t think either of them were smart enough to think up, let alone construct, anything that sophisticated. I didn’t mention it in my previous write up because there are a lot of fans that enjoy those kind of Easter eggs, and it’s a novel that runs on manga logic so it’s not exactly breaking my suspension of disbelief either. It was a minor quibble that didn’t really detract from my overall enjoyment. 

But the story of Fishman Island is at best tangentially related to the events of the novel. The only reason Fishman Island is important at all is because Ace decides to burn down Whitebeard’s flag on his way into the New World. 

Which brings me to perhaps the most interesting aspect of the novel: Ace himself. 

Even in the manga, you can make the case that there are two Aces, the happy-go-lucky, cool, and mysterious older brother of Luffy seen at Alabasta/post-Enies Lobby, and the angsty, existentially depressed young man with daddy issues that shows up during Impel Down/Marineford. 

The novel leans much closer to the latter. More than I expected it to. The Ace of Part 2 is hotheaded and a bit of a jackass. Whereas Luffy tends to go after people he has a personal beef with, Ace specifically targets Whitebeard because he was the closest to Roger, and he thinks that defeating Whitebeard will somehow bring him fame greater than his father. He ignores the concerns of his crew and the repeated warnings about how Emperors control vast armies...because of daddy issues. The novel goes out of his way that Ace’s dreams made him better suited to be a Revolutionary than a pirate, and it’s only because of his childhood promise that he became a pirate at all. It wasn’t something born out of true conviction or desire.

Laying it out like that, it might seem like this is a negative, but to me it’s one of the most interesting things the novel has to offer. I thought Part 1 worked best when it acted as a character study for Deuce, Ace, and the marine girl whose name I have already forgotten, focusing on how Ace brought together degenerates unwanted by even other degenerates. The same is true here: Once the exposition dumps are over and the focus returns to the titular character, the author is able to dig a little bit deeper into into Ace’s psyche, and he takes it in a direction I didn’t expect, but was consistent with his manga portrayal. 

I just wish I could have seen a little bit more of it. 

And speaking of characters I wish I had seen more of, after focusing so much on Deuce and Marine Girl in Part 1, they have a much reduced role in Part 2. In fact, Marine Girl isn’t seen or mentioned even once, which I thought was kind of strange. I guess I don’t see the point in putting so much effort was put into her only for her to be thrown away without even a cameo. Likewise, after spending Part 1 as the principal POV character, Deuce is set aside for Thatch and Teach. Whether that’s a good or bad thing will depend largely on how much you enjoy those individual characters. 

I don’t say this often, but these are books that can be judged by their covers. Part 1, Ace is more jovial—the burning flame that attracts others to his greatness—while introducing two major new characters to his journey. Part 2, Ace is grim and angry—the dark, smoldering flame burning with the desire to destroy the system that would have killed him for being the wrong man’s son—while focusing much more on the Whitebeard Pirates and what makes them great. 

It’s an interesting contrast, the two sides of Ace’s character as seen in the manga given a little bit of limelight. But damn if it wasn’t tedious to get through. 

#long post #opbackgrounds #ace novel #analysis #review

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Tasseomancy

First of all we should say thanks to my good pal @norathewitchling​ for motivating me to learn something xd. Many may already know that i don’t know much of divination, I have my pendulum and i know scrying, no more. Do i wanna learn tarot/runes/etc? OBVIOUSLY, i dream with having a tarot deck.

But i can’t.

So here is another post of “let’s learn discrete divination with Roy 101″

What is tasseomancy or reading tea leaves?

Have you seen Harry Potter? If you have, you may have seen that scene in which the teacher tells Harry that he is fucked up because of some tea leaves. And yes, exactly that is what Tasseography is. 

*this is kinda of a long post so stick with me please xd*

How do i read the tea? 

First prepare yourself tea, if you can do it in a white/light colored cup that would be even easier for you. 

Before drinking, try to meditate or clear your mind. Also trust your first impressions and don’t second guess, trust the process. 

You also should know that the cup splits into 3 parts, the rim, the side, and the bottom. The rim is the present of the person you’re reading to, the side is the events that are not too distant, and the bottom represents the distant future. If you wanna add even more detail, the symbols that appear near the handle have a great chance of being  fulfilled.

If you’re reading to yourself you should concentrate in yourself, but if you’re reading for other person, the concentrate in the other person. 

Drink the cup, thinking in the question you’re asking and when you’re done, you’ll see some symbols, letters, something, well those mean something. 

Here’s an example by teausa 

Here are some other posts about the positions when reading tea:

here

here

Learning to identify the symbols 

via pinterest

SYMBOLS 

Abbey:

An abbey is a sign of financial gains and comfort. It also symbolizes success.

Abacus:

If you see an abacus, it means that you need to be more careful about your finances. There might be a problem in this aspect of your life.

Ace Of Clubs:

Seeing this indicates that you will be receiving good news in the near future, through the post.

Ace Of Diamonds:

Cheer up, because you are about to receive a wonderful present or some amount of money!

Ace Of Hearts:

An ace of hearts indicates that there is happiness and there is love in your home.

Ace Of Spades:

Seeing an ace of spades signifies that you might get involved in something about a large town or building soon.

Acorn:

Finding an acorn means that you are about to receive a good fortune soon or be more well-off financially. However, if the symbol is at the bottom of the cup, it means good health is awaiting you.

Airplane:

This indicates that you have a long distance journey ahead of you. If the plane is broken in the middle, it could give a warning about some impending danger.

Anchor:

If the anchor is pointing upwards, it means there will be stability and consistency in your life. In case it is downwards, then it would mean that there will be inconsistency in different phases of your life. It can also indicate unpleasant situations and burdens lurking around the corner.

Angel:

An angel indicates good news awaiting you. It also means that there is someone out there who is watching out for you.

Alligator:

An alligator symbol is just as unpleasant as it is in real life. It means there are people in your professional life who claim to be your friends but are not, and might even exploit you.

Ant:

It acknowledges that you are a hard working person, and also indicates that being industrious will soon lead to good results.

Apple:

An apple indicates that you will be living a long life, and also predicts success in school or profession.

Arch:

An arch indicates that a good opportunity is coming your way. To have a clearer meaning of what that could be, look for nearby symbols.

Arm:

An arm can mean different things based on the direction it is pointing towards. If the arm is pointing upwards, it means that you will be receiving new direction in your life. In case it points downwards, it means that you are suffering from a lack of motivation and need to take necessary steps.

If it is lying horizontally, it indicates that you will be receiving help or giving out love and good thoughts to someone.

Axe:

An axe indicates the power to overcome all sorts of difficulties.

Baby:

A baby indicates that something new is coming along your way. It might also give a sign of pregnancy, or indicate minor worries.

Bag:

A bag indicates that you are most likely going to be trapped in something. If the bag is open, it means that you have a chance to escape it.

BALL:

A ball indicates fun coming your way, and also shows the possibility and your desire to travel.

Balloon:

A balloon indicates that you have a busy social life, and are always moving on to one thing from the other. Basically, you do not ever settle down.

Barrel:

A barrel indicates joy and laughter.

Basket:

Baskets indicate new fruitful things in abundance. It can also imply that you are going to have a baby.

Bat:

A bat can imply that you are going through a very productive phase.

Bat Or Club:

Bats or clubs tell you that you are in a dangerous situation that you really need to pay attention to.

Beacon Or Lighthouse:

This can mean there are some problems or situations out there that could really use your leadership or other qualities now.

Bear:

A bear means that there are troubles ahead of you. You really need to be cautious about those.

Bed:

Seeing a bed indicates that you need to have a good night’s sleep before moving onto your next venture.

Bee:

If you find a bee at the bottom of your cup know that this symbolizes industriousness.

Beetle:

A beetle means that you are constantly renewing yourself and moving forward.

Bell:

A bell can indicate any kind of unforeseen good news, especially in business and love matters.

Bicycle:

A bicycle indicates individuality, meaning you have what it takes to choose your own way.

Bird:

Seeing a bird can mean a lot of different things, depending on the number and type of bird that you see. Here are some examples-

Standing Bird- Delay in something

Flying bird- Good news lies ahead

A flock of birds- Interesting news

Goose- Success in business

Peacock- Signifies pride about something

Eagle- Signifies power

Crow- Indicates bad news

Parrot- Shows the nature of gossiping

Chicken- Indicates a happy childhood

Dove- Love and warmth

Owl- Indicates knowledge and wisdom

Rooster- Pompousness, and pretentiousness

Swan- Predicts starting of a romance

Swallow- Signifies new and happy beginnings

Boat:

A boat indicates that you will be embarking on a journey soon, mostly a pleasant one

Book:

If the book is closed it means good news is awaiting. In that case, you need to put your investigation skills to use.

Bush:

Bush signifies new opportunities and growth.

Butterfly:

Butterflies can indicate transforming into something more. They can also show the characteristic of fickleness.

Cabbage:

A cabbage means that there is some jealousy brewing somewhere.

Candle:

A candle is an epitome of help coming from loved ones.

Cap:

A cap means there are troubles lying ahead.

Cat:

If you see a cat it means that there is a false friend near you, and you need to keep your eyes and ears open in order to protect yourself.

Chain:

A chain can indicate the starting of a new married life or an engagement

Chair:

A chair means that a guest is coming to visit.

Cigar:

As harmful as cigars are, they symbolize new friends in this form of divination.

Circle:

A circle indicates success in your life. If the circle has a dot in it, it means a baby will be arriving.

Clock:

A clock means better health and time management.

Clouds:

If the clouds are light, it means happiness. If they are dense and dark, they symbolize problems.

Coins:

Coins indicate a financial gain.

Comb:

A comb means that an enemy is nearby. It also means to focus on physical aspects.

Cross:

Cross indicates that a sacrifice has to be made.

Cup:

Cups mean rewards or presents. It is also an advice to be patient.

Dagger:

Dagger serves as a warning. It means that you need to be careful from the ill in yourself as well as in others.

Dish:

A dish means there are problems in your home.

Dog:

A dog is a sign of a good friend. If the symbol is at the bottom of the cup, it means a friend is in need of help.

Door:

If the door is open it means you will move on to something new. If it is closed, it indicates old issues and burdens that you are carrying around.

Duck:

A duck indicates financial gain and success in professional life.

Egg:

An egg is a good omen and indicates new journeys of life.

Elephant:

Elephants mean wisdom and strength. If the trunk is faced upwards, it means you will overcome obstacles.

Envelope:

An envelope is a sign that there is news coming your way. It could be either positive or negative.

Eye:

If the eye is open, it signifies taking notice of something that has been there for a long time. In case it is closed, it means you are putting a blind eye towards certain things.

Face:

The face does not usually mean anything in itself. Look for nearby signs and symbols and see if that face is facing them. Then you should focus on that symbol.

Fan:

A fan means flirtation is happening soon.

Feather:

Feathers symbolize carelessness and lack of concentration.

Fence:

A fence symbolizes limitations or obstacles that are temporary in nature.

Finger:

A finger does not really portray anything in itself, rather it intensifies the thing it is pointing towards.

Fire:

If the fire is on the upper side, it means you will be achieving something but if it is near the bottom, it shows danger.

Fish:

A fish indicates wellbeing and good fortune.

Flag:

A flag depicts patriotism and can also indicate some sort of danger.

Flowers:

Flowers mean that love and respect will be yours to keep.

Fly:

A fly signifies a small bit of an annoyance. But it might become a huge problem if not taken care of immediately.

Foot:

Seeing a foot means that you will be moving forward in various aspects of life such as love, career, and spirituality.

Fork:

A fork indicates that people flatter you to get their jobs done.

Frog:

If you see a frog, hold tight, for you are going to go through a revolutionary change.

Fruit:

Fruits indicate abundance and prosperity in all good things of life.

Gate:

A gate indicates a doorway to future success and happiness.

Glass:

A glass symbolizes integrity.

Glow:

Glow means that you will receive enlightenment, or that you might have to face a challenge.

Goat:

Seeing a goat is a foreshadow of enemies. It means that you need to be careful.

Grapes:

Grapes indicate that you will soon receive something that will make you very happy.

Gun:

Seeing a gun foretells that there might be unresolved anger issues or predicts sexual activities.

Hammer:

Seeing a hammer means that you need to work harder in your life.

Hand:

A hand signifies creation. If the hand is an open position, it means friendship. In case it is in a closed position, it indicates arguments.

Harp:

The harp is a symbol of peace, love, and harmony.

Hat:

A hat signals consciousness and improvement in various different aspects of life.

Hawk:

A hawk is a symbol of jealousy.

Heart:

A heart symbolizes, love, and happiness. It also means there is someone in your life whom you can confide in.

Horn:

A horn indicates prosperity and abundance.

Horse:

If you see a horse that is galloping, then it means good news is coming. If you do not see the body off the horse, only the head, it signifies a lover.

Horseshoe:

A horseshoe indicates good luck and attraction. What is meant to be yours will surely be yours.

Hourglass:

An hourglass indicates that time is running out fast and that some kind of decision needs to be made.

House:

Seeing a house is a signal of success. It may also signify change and uneasiness.

Iceberg:

An iceberg means that there is danger lying ahead.

Insect:

Seeing an insect depicts that the problems in your life are not worthy of being worried about and you will definitely overcome those.

Jewels:

Jewels indicate that you will receive a gift or reward from someone in the near future.

Kangaroo:

A kangaroo symbolizes warmth and harmony at home.

Kettle:

A kettle means that whatever illness is around you, it is minor and not something to worry about.

Kite:

A kite expresses the wish to be free and also foretells that wishes will come true.

Knife:

A knife can mean all kinds of dangers such as broken friendship, illnesses, legal problems. Beware of everything and try to keep an eye open at all times.

Ladder:

A ladder bespeaks promotion, but it can also mean a great downfall in life. The meaning can change according to the surrounding symbol.

Lamp:

If the lamp is turned on then it means wisdom. In case it is situated at the top of the cup it means that you will go to a feast. If it is at the side then it means some truth will be revealed, and if it is at the bottom of the cup then it signals delay.

Leaf:

A leaf indicates a new life.

Letter:

A letter indicates some kind of news coming your way just like the envelope.

Lines:

When the lines are straight, it means that you are progressing in your life. If they are wavy, then it means you are not sure of where you are going and if there are many lines, then it means you will be going on a few short trips in a short span of time.

Lion:

A lion usually signifies a man who is very powerful. If it is a lioness, then it means a strong family.

Lock:

If the lock is closed it signifies obstacles and if it is open, then it means you will come across new information soon.

Loop:

If the loops are complete, then they symbolize commitment and good fortune. If they are broken, then they mean obstacles and minor disruptions.

Man:

A man indicates a visitor. However, it could be of either gender. If the man is situated near the handle, it means that the visitor is someone close to you.

Mask:

A mask indicates insecurity or anything that is hidden.

Moon:

If the moon is full, it means that romance is ahead of you. A half-moon indicates that it is time to leave old things and move on and a quarter moon serves as a warning against making decisions in the spur of the moment.

Mountain:

A mountain symbolizes large goals and the difficulties that arise with them.

Mouse:

A mouse indicates that something close to you will be stolen.

Mushroom:

If the mushroom is at the top of the cup, it means that you will be going on a journey soon and if it is near the bottom, it means abundance and prosperity. An upside down mushroom could indicate a lack of motivation and frustration.

Nail:

A nail portrays injustice and unfairness.

Necklace:

If the necklace is complete, it signifies lovers. But if it is broken, it might mean that you are in the danger of losing a loved one.

Needle:

A needle is an epitome of recognition and admiration.

Oak:

Oak is a symbol of good health and long, happy life.

Octopus:

An octopus indicates there is danger surrounding you.

Ostrich:

An ostrich bespeaks travel, and might also mean that you are running away from a truth you do not want to face.

Owl:

An owl betokens gossip and malicious intentions.

Palm Tree:

A palm tree is a signal of prosperity and abundance in wealth.

Parasol:

A parasol indicates that you will learn new insights about something existing, or be protected from harmful information.

Pig:

A pig signifies gluttony, greed or prosperity and fruitfulness.

Pistol:

A pistol indicates danger.

Purse:

If the purse is at the top of the cup, it means you will achieve financial gain. In case it is at the bottom, it indicates that you are in for a loss.

Question Mark:

Seeing a question mark means that you need to be cautious about your surroundings.

Rabbit:

A rabbit indicates that there is a high need for bravery out there.

Rake:

A rake means that you will get rewards for the things you have done or punishments for the harmful things.

Raven:

A raven indicates bad news or the death of a loved one. However, the death might lead to a new beginning.

Ring:

A ring usually represents marriage or completion of endeavors. If it is broken it means that an engagement will be broken soon.

Rose:

A rose indicates the beginning of a new love story or the prediction that the love will deepen.

Saw:

Seeing a saw indicates that something should be thrown away from your present life.

Scale:

A scale is a mark of legal issues. If the scale is balanced it means there will be a just result; if it is unbalanced it means an unjust result is due.

Scissors:

Scissors indicate quarrels, which could also result in separation.

Sheep:

A sheep symbolizes good fortune.

Shell:

Seeing a shell means that you will receive good news, or get a reward for your efforts soon

Shelter:

A shelter forebodes the danger of loss of money or sudden ill-health

Ship:

A ship indicates a worthwhile journey.

Shoe:

A shoe indicates that you are on the correct path. However, you should also pay attention to the condition of the shoe.

Snake:

If the snake is resting, it means there might be a wedding. In case it is attacking, you should look out for danger.

Spider:

If a spider is weaving a nest, it foreshadows that you will receive a reward at work.

Spoon:

A spoon is a mark of generosity.

Star:

Stars symbolize health and happiness and renders hope.

Sun:

The sun is a symbol of happiness, merriment, and success

Sword:

A sword usually portends arguments.

Table:

A table symbolizes social gatherings.

Tent:

A tent symbolizes hidden meanings and truths disguised. It might also foretell troubles.

Thimble:

A thimble means that there will be changes in your home and personal life.

Tortoise:

A tortoise gives a sign of constructive criticism.

Tower:

A tower indicates that you might face disappointments.

Tree:

A tree symbolizes improvements. The improvement can be related to your life.

Triangle:

Seeing a triangle means that soon you will come across something unexpected.

Umbrella:

An umbrella portrays grievances and annoyances.

Urn:

Urns indicate financial gain and happiness.

Vase:

A vase means that a friend is in need of help.

Violin:

A violin portrays ego.

Volcano:

A volcano depicts that there are dangerous emotions inside you which might erupt at any time.

Wagon:

A wagon indicates that a wedding will take place in the near future.

Wasp:

A wasp means that you will face problems in your love life.

Waterfall:

A waterfall symbolizes prosperity and abundance.

Wheel:

If the wheel is intact, it indicates good fortune. In case it is broken it means you will face disappointment.

Wings:

Wings indicate that you will receive a message quite soon.

Woman:

Seeing a woman means you are longing for love and affection and want to experience the taste of a happy life.

Wolf:

A wolf indicates that the people around you who claim to be your friend might actually be jealous of you. In that case, you should stay aware of them.

Yoke:

Yoke is a sign of domination.

Zebra:

Zebras indicate that an adventure is due, which will most probably take place overseas.

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Well that was itttt! Hope it helped something, and good luck my kids!

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[madtype]

Cabaret Club Czar Training - YUKI (Part 3)

in this installment of yuki’s hostess training, she and majima have a conversation about sushi, self-help books, and stew...

highlights: - majima getting a little too sincere and kind for yuki’s comfort - yuki feeling concerned over majima’s unbalanced diet - both of them getting a little more comfortable with each other! very sweet

full transcript under the cut!

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MAJIMA: Okay, ready for some training?

YUKI: Yes, please!

M: Hey, Yuki-chan. Those battle butterflies finally gone?

Y: Well, it is just you after all, Majima-san.

M: Oh, is that some sass I detect?

M: Alright, let's do this. I'm the customer, you're the hostess. Ready?

Y: Yeah! Of course!

Y: Hello, I'm Yuki! Are you welcome here today?

M: ...We still got a long way to go.

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M: Let's see.

Y: Yes.

M: Kinda cold today, huh?

Y: Y-Yes. That's right. It is cold.

M: ......

Y: ...... (heh...heh)

M: Yuki-chan, I can tell you've been gettin' better with the customers lately, but you're still havin' trouble keepin' conversations rollin'.

Y: I-I'm sorry.

Y: I know I have to say something, but I have no idea what I should talk about.

M: You can talk about anything, even somethin' small. The weather, current events... Keep it casual.

M: Hell, you could even throw out something you've been tryin' to get off your chest.

Y: I-I see. Would that really be casual, though?

M: Anyway. So today, let's try puttin' the burden of conversation on you, Yuki-chan.

M: The best trick to startin' a conversation is to just ask a question. Think of me as a guest, and fire away. Anything.

Y; O-Okay. I understand.

Y: Uh, umm... Majima-san, wh-what kind of sushi do you like?

> I like tamago.

M: I'm all about the tamago.

Y: Haha, Majima-san, your taste in sushi is so childish. You should at least try to pick a fish!

M: Quiet, you. Sushi joints are made and broken by the eggs they serve. Tamago is the key!

Y: Oh, I hear that a lot. Is that true, though?

M: Based on my experience, pretty much, yeah.

Y: Really? I'll check next time I'm out for sushi.

M: Yeah, you do that. But check this out, Yuki-chan. Ya brought a question outta left field, but the conversation went fine, didn't it?

Y: Huh?

M: You ask a question, the other person answers. Easy, yeah?

M: If you're havin' trouble carryin' the conversation, just ask the customer a question and let 'em ramble. It'll turn into a conversation lickety split.

Y: I see... That's a pretty good conversation technique. Memo noted.

> That's too random...

M: Well, that's a little outta left field, ain't it? Customer's gonna wonder if he's in a club or a diner.

Y: Y-You're right.

M: If you feel like talkin' sushi, ya could lead with a question more like, “Have ya eaten already?” It kinda sounds unnatural otherwise, y'know?

Y: Y-Yes... You're right. Oh, I'm terrible at this.

M: (Damn, she took that one hard. Maybe I shoulda just answered the question...)

M: Anyway, all ya gotta do is pay attention to the flow of the conversation and ask questions. That way, it'll flower naturally.

Y: Okay... I'll try harder.

> I like engawa.

M: I'm an engawa guy.

Y: Wow, Majima-san! You like engawa too? What a coincidence! That's my number one favorite!

M: No kidding? You got quite the discriminatin' palate for a young lady, Yuki.

Y: When I was little, I used to eat sushi with my grandpa all the time.

M: You and yer gramps were makin' sushi runs? Is your family loaded or somethin'?

Y: Actually, I heard that a mountain behind my grandparents' house was part of their property.

M: What!? You some kinda lost mountain princess, Yuki-chan!?

Y: Not at all! Nowadays I'm living completely on my own. I can barely afford a cucumber roll.

M: Ah. See how that works? Your question was outta left field, but it kicked off a whole conversation. And I got to know ya a little better in the process.

Y: Huh?

M: You ask a question, the other person answers. Easy, right?

M: If you're havin' problems carrying on a conversation, ask your customer a question and let 'em talk. That'll turn into a conversation pronto.

Y: Oh, I see. There's a technique to conversations. That's really good to know.

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Y: Let's see... Majima-san, does your wife ever get mad at you because you're in this line of work?

M: Nah, no wife to get mad at me in the first place. I live alone, as a free man.

Y: Really...? I can't imagine how a single guy lives by himself. Majima-san, do you cook at all?

M: Do I look like a chef? I just do whatever.

Y: But, if you're always eating out or eating junk food, you won't have a balanced diet. Would you like me to make you some meat and potatoes stew or something?

> I can make that.

M: You sayin' you cook, Yuki-chan? I don't know, I bet I could do a better job myself...

Y: H-How dare you! I've been practicing really hard to make meat and potatoes stew! That's the only thing I cook!

M: Wait, why do ya only have one dish in yer arsenal?

Y: Because it was in a how-too book for relationships! It said, “The way to a man's heart is through his stomach with meat and potatoes stew!”

M: You actually read books like that, Yuki-chan?

Y: Oooh! Please don't say a word to anyone that I'm reading a self-help book!

M: My lips are sealed.

> That'd be great.

M: Yeah, that sounds tasty. Lookin' forward to it.

Y: O-Okay! Wow, I guess it was true. Men really do have a weakness for meat and potatoes!

M: Say what? You read that in a book or somethin'?

Y: Yes! A relationships how-too book. It said, “Win your man's heart via his stomach with meat and potatoes!”

M: Wait, you actually read books like that, Yuki-chan?

Y: Ahhh! Please don't say a word to anyone that I'm reading a self-help book!

M: My lips are sealed.

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M: I can tell you're gettin' better at this talking thing. You're makin' good progress, Yuki-chan.

Y: Y-You really think so? But, I think it's only because you're you, Majima-san...

M: Whaddaya mean?

Y: Well, it's different when I talk to someone I'm familiar with versus meeting a customer I don't really know.

M: I guess that's true.

> I'll request you then.

M: Then I'll request you as a customer, Yuki-chan.

Y: Huh? What do you mean?

M: Ya carry a conversation just fine when it's me, right? Alls I gotta do then is come in here and request you over and over.

Y: No, I understand that part... But it still doesn't make any sense.

Y: Let me get this straight. Majima-san, you spend your money at this club and then the profits go back to you. Erm... That would be pointless... right?*

M: Hey, I was bein' sarcastic! Ya gotta learn to tell when someone's jokin'.

Y: Oh, you were joking. O-Of course! I'm sorry.

Y: But if you really were my customer all the time, Majima-san, I think I'd enjoy that. Make sure to order a lot of expensive drinks, okay?

M: Heh. Now we're talking. That sounded like a hostess who knows her jam.

> Give it some time.

M: You'll get it down sooner or later. Ya just need a little more experience.

Y: You think so? Experience... I've been longer than any of the other hostesses, though...

M: Oh... Well, everyone gains experience at different speeds! You're just more turtle than hare, is all.

Y: Majima-san... You're not helping me feel better here.

> Imagine they're me.

M: Just think of all the customers as me.

Y: All my customers as you, Majima-san? Hehehe... Hahaha!

M: What's so funny?

Y: I-I'm sorry, I imagined that all of our seats were filled with you, Majima-san. I couldn't help it. Hahaha.

M: You know what I meant! It wasn't a literal suggestion.

Y: Oh, I know. But, thank you. If I try that, I think I will have an easier time handling the customers.

M: That right? Good, good.

Y: A room full of Majima-san customers... Hehehe, I bet that would be a pain!

M: Eh? You say somethin'?

Y: O-Oh, no. Nothing!

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M: Hey, look at the time.

M: Any last questions ya wanna ask me? Forget about the training for a sec. Anything goes.

Y: Hm, let's see. Um, well... Majima-san, what do you think about me?

M: Huh? Whaddya mean?

Y: As an employee of the club... Well, what do you think of me?

> You're cute.

M: Well, I think you're cute.

Y: What? Oh, no, no, that's what I mean. What I meant to ask is, do you think I'm a good employee?

M: Oooh, right, right! Yeah, sure, I can tell that you're really workin' hard.

Y: What kind of response was that? Are you being serious?

M: Uh, 'course I am. I just had to gather my thoughts there.

Y: Huh? You're weird, Majima-san.

> You're workin' hard.

M: You're workin' hard.

Y: You think so? We've gotten some new girls here lately, and I feel like they're working a lot harder than me.

M: Comparin' yourself to others is a losin' proposition. What's important is how hard yer tryin' to be better.

M: Besides, ya ain't great at talking to guys, yet here you are, toughin' it out to overcome your weakness. That's somethin' to be proud of, if ya ask me.

Y: Majima-san... Th-Thank you.

Y: But, Majima-san, it feels really weird when you get all serious and sincere like that. Like, almost creepy.

M: Whaddya mean, creepy!?

Y: Ahaha. But, I'm happy. Really. I'll work much, much harder!

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M: Okay, I think that'll do it.

Y: Th-Thank you for the lesson.

M: Sure thing. Good job.

*Note: Despite localization as “erm,” Yuki actually says “hmm?” and at the end of her sentence says, “hmmm?” Thought it was a cute detail that was worth noting.

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[hagridkeeperofkeys]

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Corrupt A Wish - CLOSED

Build Your Perfect Team - CLOSED

What’s Your Secondary House? - CLOSED

Show Appreciation To The Headmistress and HofHs - CLOSED

What Would You Bring To Neville’s Party? - CLOSED

What Magical Objects Would You Buy With $15? - CLOSED

Weasley Word Predictive Text (SNITCH) - CLOSED

Birthday Party for Neville And Harry - CLOSED

Rename A Flower And Explain What It’s Property Is - CLOSED

Sort Marvel Characters - CLOSED

True Or False? - CLOSED

What Item Would You Make Magical And Why? - CLOSED

GIF reaction to Umbridge offering you a cup of tea - CLOSED

Who Would Win Medals In What Olympics Event? - CLOSED

Does Your Zodiac Sign Match Your House? - CLOSED

Which Character Deserved To Be Main Character? - CLOSED

Wish Members Happy Birthday - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Danai Gurira) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Chadwick Bozeman) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle (Betty White) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Marilyn Manson) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Christian Bale) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Sofia Vergara) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Kelly Osbourne) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Helena Bonham-Carter) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Whoopi Goldberg) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Keanu Reeves) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Billie Eilish) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Angelina Jolie-Pitt) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Morgan Freeman) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Halle Berry) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Johnny Depp) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Scarlett Johansson) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Denzel Washington) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Zoey Saldana) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Cher) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Kristin Stewart) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle (Nathalie Emmanuel) - CLOSED

Witch/Wizard Or Muggle? (Bradley Cooper) - CLOSED

What Object Can Buy Your Silence? - CLOSED

Recreate This Picture - CLOSED

Who Would You Polyjuice Yourself Into? - CLOSED

Guess Who I Am (Polyjuice Potion) - CLOSED

Predictive Text (Felix Felicis) - CLOSED

What’s Your Patronus Based Off Your Birth Month - CLOSED

Would You Rather - CLOSED

Langelock, Avada Kedavra, Amortentia - CLOSED

GIF response to coming face-to-face with Voldemort - CLOSED

Show Me Your HECK YEAH I’VE COMPLETED MY OWLS Gif - CLOSED

Creative Writing:

What Would You Do If You Had A Time Turner? - CLOSED

What Would Another Book From JK Rowling Look Like? - CLOSED

What Are You Doing For Summer? - CLOSED

Resort Disney Characters - CLOSED

Attending The Olympics (1/2) - CLOSED

What Would Be A Part Of Wizard Olympics? (2/2) - CLOSED

Incorporate Magical Objects In Everyday Life - CLOSED

Young And Beautiful (lyrics) - CLOSED

As The World Caves In (lyrics) - CLOSED

Quizzes:

The Magical Objects Quiz - CLOSED

Harry Potter Movie Questions - CLOSED

Which Character - CLOSED

First Year Draco Malfoy Quiz - CLOSED

First Year Diagon Alley Quiz - CLOSED

Can You Match The Quote To The Professor? - CLOSED

Pick A Squishmallow To Reveal Your House - CLOSED

Which Harry Potter Class Would You Excel In? - CLOSED

Magical Objects Quiz - CLOSED

Cats Of The Wizarding World - CLOSED

Templates:

Names Word Unscramble - CLOSED

Who, What, Where Was Lune Given A Gift? - CLOSED

Magical Objects Word Scramble - CLOSED

Tell Us Your... (Hogwarts Edition) - CLOSED

Would You Rather... (Magical Objects) - CLOSED

Birthday Invitation - CLOSED

I Spy... - CLOSED

Collages:

Chamber Of Secrets - CLOSED

Hogwarts Monopoly:

Herbology Memory Match - CLOSED

Hogwarts Castle (96 pieces) - CLOSED

Places In The Harry Potter Universe Quiz - CLOSED

Professors Memory Match - CLOSED

Fluffy (104 pieces) - CLOSED

Muggles And Squibs Quiz - CLOSED

Goblet Of Fire Memory Match - CLOSED

Magical Creatures (200 pieces) - CLOSED

Wands And Wandmakers Quiz - CLOSED

Student Of Hogwarts Memory Match - CLOSED

Charms And Spells (200 pieces) - CLOSED

Potions Quiz - CLOSED

Coloring Sheets/Drawing:

Invisibility Cloak - CLOSED

The Ford Anglia - CLOSED

Mirror Of Erised - CLOSED

Remembrall (Zentangle) - CLOSED

Wordsearch:

Happy Birthday Harry And Neville - CLOSED

Harry Potter Magical Objects - CLOSED

Magical Objects - CLOSED

Astoria’s Associations:

Time Turner - CLOSED

Bagman’s Broomstick Battle:

Board 1 - CLOSED

Hermione’s BAG Bingo:

July Card - CLOSED

Department Of Magical Cooperation:

Azkaban Breakout Sign Up

Memory Match - CLOSED

Logic Puzzle - CLOSED

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