#oh man i didn't mean to go on a big tangent but here we are folks

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Secret Life Tarot Reading no. 5!

It's Tango's turn!

So this reading has been done after episode 3s have gone out while the previous ones (Joel, Martyn, Grian, Impulse) were done after ep 2s. Oh and I've decided to put the cards I draw in a colored font now too instead of italics!

Also just a reminder that you don't really need to know anything about Tarot Cards here. Just understand that I'm using them to predict how Secret Life is going to go for its lovely players that we all know and love. I guess it'd be good to mention that I'm interpreting the meaning of the cards I draw to fit a Minecraft smp (of all things good lord what am i doing pft /lh). I could very easily interpret the cards one way and the cards mean it in a different way. Or they could just be wrong who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

First Card - Start

To describe the start of this season (which has definitely now passed) I drew the Seven of Cups in reverse. This card represents chaos and indicision, which, if you've seen Tango's 1st episode... kinda makes sense? I'll be honest I've seen his pov so far but I have a terrible memory. I do remember him struggling to find someone to settle down with in the first episode. The first ep is always pretty chaotic but with the lack of natural regen it's been even more so.

I'll be honest this might've just been a bad pull. My fingers get tingly when I hover over the cards almost like a metal detector. I'm not super good with following that though but that's exactly why I need this practice! I really struggled to pull this first card because the tingling was super strong and it was a bit overwhelming. I have learned though and I'm thinking next time this happens I'll just shuffle again :D

Second Card - Individual

This card is meant to describe how Tango will play! For this I drew the Ten of Wands. Honestly I looked at this and my first thought was that my deck didn't get the message that we're talking about Secret Life and not Decked Out 2 lmao. This card talks about responsibility; that one has had made great accomplishments that they now need to maintain. But then I remembered the whole schtick he's doing with the heart foundation and it made more sense. (Ifykyk. Not spoiling ;3) Tango might struggle with the upkeep of it. It is a very new way to play the game afterall!

Third Card - Social

This card is to describe how things will be going for Tango on the social side of things here. I drew The Magician which funnily enough dropped into my lap while I was shuffling! (If you saw my post just before this one it was after that.) This card is talking about ingenuity and combining strengths which... I mean this sounds again like the Heart Foundation thing! It's a new way to play the game and with all of them working together? I think we've really hit the nail on the head here! I can't really say a whole lot since I don't wanna spoil things. So far though I feel like this reading is saying what they've done (and are doing) is a strong or at least an innovative play so that's good!

Fourth Card - Big Impact

This card is supposed to tell us about what makes the biggest impact for Tango this season. For this I drew The Hanged Man. Now I'd like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that I don't feel comfortable giving interpretations that feel more about the cc's feelings. It feels wrong because- well for one, it's not really what we're talking about is it? We're making predictions on how a game is going to go. But mostly it's just... not exactly good to do a tarot reading on someone without their consent. It's an invasion of privacy. Which- again, not what we're doing. So I'd like to ask you guys who read these to also avoid using my readings in this way. Now that I've gotten that out of the way, this card represents inner reflection and the need for a break. (See why I went on that tangent now?) Regardless of what may immediately come to mind I do genuinely feel like this card is talking about the gameplay! This card is talking about needing to postpone decision making to further think and reflect on a situation. It's really pushing the idea that Tango's going to need to pause and think things through; to not make rash decisions. This probably means that the thing most impactful for his season is a rash descion he makes that he should've thought more about than he does.

Fifth Card - End

Finally I drew the Ace of Pentacles in reverse to describe how Secret Life ends for Tango. This one I feel really follows with our previous card but I think that's more for the final thoughts and theories section >:3 This card talks about a loss of opportunity. For the end of a traffic life season I can think of several different ways this manifests. It would probably be what truly does him in because... well this certainly doesn't seem like winner's end card does it?

My final thoughts and theories:

As much as this reading seems to praise Tango's strategy (if I'm interpreting this right) it's not exactly predicting a bright future for him huh? What Love Island has going is a new and innovative way to lay the chess pieces. But for Tango, in accordance to this reading, it won't be enough. It seems to say he's going to make a poor decision- one that he should've taken the time to think out better. That, with the end card saying he'll have a loss of opportunities... Well I've got a few theories! One option is the ever obvious he takes on a hard task and is then unable to complete it. This would in one way or another result in his elimination either directly taking his last life or by getting him low enough. You could also go a similar route and say he dies trying to complete said hard task due to a lack of opportunity pushing him to take a more dangerous route with it. Honestly with that one it might even just be a normal task.

Another idea is that the Heart Foundation gets a lot of pressure and it uh.. puts a crack in their walls? Man it's hard not to spoil that... Anyway- this could make Tango feel less secure and make him more likely to make a hasty descion. What that descion could be is up for debate (for now ;) ) but a couple ideas are that he leaves his faction (seems p unlikely to me) or makes a bad deal.

Ooh I'm so excited! I'd love to hear what other people think on these. If you've got any other ideas on what my readings could mean I'm all ears lol. 'Til next time!

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Okay so here's my little rant on The Archives whilst tryna recover from art block

-Boy, if Bendy actually made a little more noise or even talked a little that would've been adorable! I get how it could've taken away from the experience but you're only around him for a little while! Why not make it even more memorable? He's still cute tho

-The Projectionist and Boris don't even have an appearance here (and yes ik there's a part about batds in Tom's archive but cmon)

-Sorry?? We were robbed of more Sammy content than just him getting shot, in place of killing Amok and finding a fish like excuse me??

-I found both Alice's cool, even if one doesn't show up for that long and the other dies too soon.

-My boy. Big Steve. He's perfect.

-I love that Betty was English and wasn't a villain, sure she wasn't in much but at least she gets a side quest.

-The king widow fight was pretty cool imo even if it didn't have much plot relevance.

-Love the keepers for being terrifying, hate them for being heartless. 10/10

-Sorry but why did they try to give Joey a redemption arc in batdr???

Ik any point I make has already been said before but the guy freaking killed people! It makes a point to say that he did terrible things! And when Joey dies it's framed as a heartbreaking thing like???

-It's a shame that they kinda missed the mark on Wilson as a character, he could've been a better villain. Yeah he's creepy but by the end he just seems like a brat who didn't like his dad.

-Okay but I loved the reveal of Henry. He's just this little tired man and he's so- oh wait they say he isn't even real. Great. Then what's with the newspaper article in Batim saying he's dead? He's still cool tho

-one last note: the updates to the visuals are insane. The character designs were incredible, I can't put into words how beautiful not only they are but the environments and music too. It's stellar.

This isn't me saying I hate the game by any means. The franchise is one of my favourite video game series and I've been a fan since chapter one. Yes, I found batdr amazing and I loved the experience, but this won't stop me from finding a few of the reveals in the game a bit annoying.

And this also won't stop be from depicting Joey as a huge bitch, which I'm totally going to do soon.

Anyways if you got this far, thank you for reading my little tangent!

(also if you have any suggestions for what I should draw next just ask me, I've rammed face first into the art block so it'd be much appreciated)

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Ares kids giving percy shit and then they just see... luke... standing in the background... staring at them... and they suddenly decide to leave percy alone, because they 'just FEEL LIKE IT, oKAY???' jhgfgdhfdhggfjghg

Despite what everyone else thinks, Luke is always angry. He just also happens to be really good at hiding it. He probably had his dad to thank for that, being able to redirect and reassure others with a flash of a smile and a wave of his hand to disarm anyone who’d think otherwise. He hardly ever lets his temper get the best of him anymore. He’s too old for that. Too tired to let the little things get under his skin and leave bruises that the world could see. He can’t afford to wear his anger out like tattooed sleeves, the same way Silena Beauregard wore compassion on hers.

And it would be too easy. Too easy to just let his anger for the world and for the gods fuel and feed the hurt bleeding into his rationality and blaming all his problems on everything other than himself. It would be way too fucking easy to go about his days in a blinding rage that left nothing but empty holes in the places that should have held love and forgiveness and all the good he tries so desperately to instill in the younger campers. It wouldn’t solve anything. It wouldn’t help the hurt and it wouldn’t end the suffering. Luke knew this. Luke knew the world didn’t need one more angry, unwanted kid adding that kind of gasoline into the fire. Kronos was wrong, even if his tempted whispers late at night tried so hard to convince him otherwise.

So he hides his anger. Buries it under daily counselor chores and making sure the Stoll brothers don’t get too rowdy during their free time and just keeps busy enough to ignore the pounding tremor in the back of his chest. It works for the most part. It’s easier to smile nowadays, he barely even has to force it anymore, and when he laughs along to campfire stories and songs, it’s something lighthearted and genuine.

But his anger is always right there, like it’s something second hand and lingering. There without him having to reach for it. 

And when he notices Percy get dragged behind the armory by the scruff of his neck by some older kids, he lets that all too familiar anger consume him in seconds. He pushes away from the handful of campers he was monitoring by the amphitheater, ‘Activity’s over. You have free break until lunch’, he calls over his shoulder, and doesn’t wait for a response as he marches his way in the direction of the armory with a speed Hermes would probably be proud of if he ever cared enough to check-in.

Luke doesn’t have special skills or powers like other Demigods. He can’t build things like Beckendorf and he can’t charm speak like Silena and he certainly can’t summon lightning from the heavens like Thalia could. But he was respected and feared in equal measure all the same, and no one could deny that he worked hard to earn the title of the best swordsman in camp. 

His was still a presence that demanded attention and authority. Even if he lets the seven-year-old from the Haphestus cabin ride on his shoulders after breakfast most mornings, or moves over on his already tiny bunk in the dead of night so that little unclaimed Lily Anderson can sleep with him after a bad nightmare.

He was a self-designated older brother to pretty much anyone who needed one, and Luke took a quiet sort of pride to that so many people liked and needed him.

But he was still a threat when he wanted to be.So when he saw Percy on the ground, with a nose bleed that stained the front of his shirt an awful rusty color, all Luke had to do was growl a low, ‘walk away. Now’, and the three boys took off at a sprint. He only vaguely recognized two of them from the Ares cabin and one from Aphrodite, but he didn’t care enough to do more with the information at the moment because Percy was staring up at him with green eyes electric and burning. 

And Luke recognizes those kinds of eyes. They’re the same as his. There's a light like dying stars in them. Angry and terrified and burning with something terrible and so full of single-minded devotion that it has to hurt. And it leaves something aching and red hot in Luke’s stomach when he takes a step forward only for Percy to flinch away out of reflex.

“I’m fine,” Percy said like a knee jerk reaction before Luke could even ask, barking it in a mean and biting way that Luke didn’t take any offense to because he remembers what if felt like to be twelve and have your pride hurt. So Luke doesn’t question it, because Percy is scrappier and stronger than anyone probably ever gave him credit for, and offers a silent hand and the gentlest smile he can muster. Luke does his best to ignore the thumping jolt of anger that vibrates through him when Percy takes it almost immediately and so desperately, like it’s his only lifeline in the world, and wonders what kind of people were in Percy’s life before camp that made him so hungry for a positive human connection. 

Percy apologizes a second later with a horrified expression, jumping out of reach when he notices he got blood on Luke’s hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Let's just get you to the Apollo cabin. Lee keeps a first aid kit and a jar of ambrosia superglued to him at all times after Cecil Markowitz’s third greek fire burn.” The comment was supposed to lighten the mood somewhat, but Percy’s face darkens as he takes a step back from Luke.

“Um, no thanks,” Percy says in almost a pained whisper, hugging his middle and trying to wipe the continuous flow of blood from running down his chin by holding his head back. “It smells too much like the infirmary in there. And I hate the way ambrosia burns down my throat. I’m good, Luke, really.”

And that should have tipped Luke off to some bigger problem, but he can’t concentrate on it because he’s already closing the distance between them faster than Percy could object, and softly pushing the back of Percy’s head down towards the ground. “Pinch here, just above your nostrils, and lean forward unless you want the blood to go down your throat.” He instructs, guiding Percy’s bloodied hand to his nose.

Luke can’t rightly blame Percy for his hesitance. The kid’s first moments of conscious grief since his new life as a half-blood began was spent in the camp infirmary, nursing the pain of losing his mom while also nursing actual physical wounds with acidic nectar and ambrosia that even Luke can attest to growing disgust for after the first few battle wounds of his own. Anyone would have some kind of underlying trauma from that, and Percy didn’t have to outwardly admit how uncomfortable he was at the idea for Luke to understand.

Being a 12-year-old without a mom was hard enough. The problems of a half-blood added on top of that was almost a cruel joke that Luke bitterly couldn’t believe was a reality for most the kids at camp.

“Annabeth used to get into a lot of fights too, I’ve gotten pretty used to fixing noses the old fashioned way. Come on, I have a spare medkit in the combat arena,” Luke says, pressing a hand to Percy’s back, not giving him a chance to escape because dammit, someone had to care for this kid. And Percy doesn’t smile, but something in those sharp green eyes turn leaf like and muted as he lets himself get led from out from behind the armory.

No one really bats an eye towards Percy as they walked, and Luke could only assume it’s because he looks like he’s about to kill anyone that tried with a stone-cold glare that could rival Medusa’s. 

No one was is in the arena when they get there, and Luke instructs Percy to keep the cold washcloth Luke had snagged for him on his nose for about ten minutes, keeping upright to help stop the bleeding. They don’t say anything after that, they just sit on the arena steps and watch the campers from the Demeter cabin try to flip the canoes of some Aphrodite kids with little success, while they wait. 

Luke doesn’t ask any questions on what happened or why, he feels like the answer wouldn’t matter anyway, but Percy eventually softens in the silence between them. Luke pretends he doesn’t notice Percy’s eyes get red and wet as he rubs at them angrily with the palm of his hand.

After about fifteen minutes, and a fresh camp shirt that Luke had given him to replace Percy’s stained one, Percy looked no worse for wear, at least.

“Thanks,” he says softly, like he was thanking Luke for a million things at once, and Luke was all too aware of the crack in his voice and the angry hunch of his shoulders that made him look whole years to young to be angry at the world.

“Don’t thank me just yet, I need your help with something,” Luke decides as he stands up and walks back into arena, not looking back to see if Percy is following him because he knows he is.

“Alright,” he says once they make it to the middle of the dusty pit, holding his hands out in front of his chest and adjusting his stance as Percy looks at him with a doe-eyed curiosity and confusion. “Come at me with all you got.”

Percy frowns, and sniffs once before rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “What? Dude I already got my butt handed to me, I don’t need another nose bleed on top of a few broken bones.”

Luke can’t help but smile at that. “Come on, humor me. I have a few unchecked microaggressions I need to work out and you owe me. I promise I won’t aim for your nose.”

Percy frown deepens, but he sighs like the whole world is weighted on in and gets into a fighting stance of his own, keeping his fists close to his chest.

Now it was Luke’s turn to frown. “Aww dude, you’re breaking my heart here.”

He relaxes his stance and walks over to where Percy stood, dodging the lame attempt of a punch and catching Percy’s fist in the palm of his hand, readjusting Percy’s fingers. “Thumb goes here unless you want to break it. And you wanna keep your fists closer to bottom of your chin.”

Luke uses his own foot to shift Percy’s into a more stable stance. “Feet this far apart and bend your knees, or you’re gonna get knocked down no matter what happens. Try to punch me again.”

Frowning more out of concentration then confusion, Percy took another swing that Luke caught easily and without letting go, pulled it back towards Percy’s shoulder and used his other hand to straighten Percy’s back. “Use these muscles here and punch straight out. You keep swinging too wide and putting all your force behind it, leaving you open.”

He guided Percy’s hand with his own, twisting it slowly in the form of a punch. “You’re gonna feel the bones in your arm want to move this way. Let them and you’ll get more force out of it.”

Percy hummed something like acknowledgment, so Luke let go and retook his stance in front of Percy, mimicking his same posture from before. “Try it again.”

Luke still caught Percy’s fist in his own, but a smile broke his face in two when he, not unkindly, pushed Percy back aways. “A couple more hits like that, and my hand may actually start to hurt, Jackson.”

And the grin that crept upon the twelve-year-olds face was something bright and delighted and outshining the stars as easy as breathing, and Luke soaked in every inch as they continued for the better half of the morning sparing till the lunch horn sounded.

Percy was so much like a younger Luke that is actually scared him, but moments like this, where he knew practical methods of defense would help Percy better than any reassurance that bullies would eventually leave him alone ever could. And Luke knew that Percy wouldn’t be ok with anyone fighting his battles for him, even if it would have been so easy for Luke to channel some of that unchecked rage into beating the ever-living snot out of anyone who looked sideways at Percy again. Just like he knew that Percy wouldn’t ask for help if it wasn’t already freely giving, or that trust was a hard thing to earn when your whole life was built around people burning that bridge before you could ever extend it.

But Luke was prepared for the challenge, and with Percy chatting happily away from underneath where Luke rested his arm across his shoulders as they made their way to the dining Pavillion, Luke could feel the edges of his anger slowly quiet into something barely there. And it’s a feeling that carries him throughout the rest of the day. A feeling that he wants to bottle up and keep on a shelf whenever he wants to forget what hating the world feels like.

Because if it feels like it’s worth it just to keep kids like Percy smiling for the rest of forever, well then, Luke could handle forgiving some of his anger, and letting his heart rest on his sleeves just a little bit more.

#oh no he's 12 au #thats the name of this big brother luke au i'm creating #oh man i didn't mean to go on a big tangent but here we are folks #pjo #percy jackson #luke castellan #riordan #i have so many feelings on these two please ask me about them #thanks alex for getting me too hyped up now my home will know no rest

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Do you wanna just like, infodump headcanons on your favorite Assassin's Creed games? I've never played or watched the gameplay, but it makes me happy to see you ramble about it~

More Assassin's Creed Thoughts

[Warnings: Like, none??]

[AN: I tend to hyperfixate on AC 4 because that's the first console game and AC title I'd ever played and I AM LOYAL to Edward. That's my dad, boogie woogie woogie. But I moved by protagonists in chronological order. There is no format here I just go off on paragraph long tangents with general thoughts.]

Altair Ibn-La'Ahad

I didn't actually play this one so it's the most hazy in my memory but Altair, from what I can remember, is a silent and egotistical prick sometimes. He obviously levels out, but this man embodies "enemies to lovers" trope. He's a good man, and his sense of humor often doesn't land with many people! It's dry, sarcastic, and sometimes quite dark. His friendship with Malik was never really quite the same after the incident. They have a deep respect for each other after a while but like, come on. I don't know if Altair ever thought about having a wife for love until Maria came in and turned his world upside down. She settled into his head like a virus, took hold until he couldn't deny her any longer. He'd never love anyone as much as he loved her. If he dated anyone after, let's pretend for a moment Reader comes in, that love would always fall just short. She left a really, really dark and big shadow. You won't outgrow it.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

His love for Cristina was puppy love. I feel like if they did actually end up together, they'd end up parting on amicable terms. However, because he lost her so tragically and suddenly, constantly yearning without actually growing together, she became the one that got away. A part of him has never healed from that. In that same breath, he's never loved anyone as deeply as he loves Sofia. The capacity to love is something Ezio excels at, and his capacity for others varies. Never worse, or lighter, just different. I also believe he regrets his time as an Assassin in some capacity as well. When he met up with Shao, or rather when Shao found him, he came to a grounding that what he'd done his entire life was for the good. Ezio is a very contemplative, deep man. Seeing his life progress as much as it did over the games - that was something genuinely special. I also think he likes doodling in free time.

Haytham and Connor Keyway

I don't know how I feel about Haytham. He's a charming man, but the whole Templar switch when his father was that guy... I don't know. I do think it's important that we see other viewpoints, and in a way, I wish we spent more time with Haytham, having a first game dedicated to him and the second following him to America etc. I think, if he was able, he would've been a relatively good father to Connor. He harbors respect for his son, and his son's mother clearly - it was from that residual love for Ziio that he wouldn't let Connor get executed. Him spending time with his son made him... almost bitter that he didn't prioritize him earlier. He would have been a good father if everyone played their cards differently. I'd actually say his strength is his prose. Man has skills in speech. If he was a teacher, he'd be AP English.

Connor is soft spoken, contemplative and gentle beyond belief. He's a whole "gentle giant". However, that doesn't mean he's against reprimanding people and putting them in their place. I once saw a post, a long time ago, that said Connor became a bear of a man because he wasn't strong enough to save his mother. He can't let anyone else down like that ever again, and won't. He still has nightmares about losing her, and strong pyrophobia. He misses Achilles more than you could ever know. A proper father figure wrapped up in slight sass. If only Connor could know how much love Achilles had, and carries on for him. Oh also, I think he loves dogs!! Probably has a few later in life once he's settled down and had children. Everyone comes to him for advice because he's weirdly good at giving it.

Aveline de Grandpre

She's an incredible assassin why did we forget she's here?? Existing?? She's a bit of a troublemaker and known to light up the room with her sense of humor. I'd say she's one of the friendliest assassins to get along with due to how magnetic she is. She's got a bit of an identity crisis going on though?? Neither community she was born from would accept her and despite her relatively privileged upbringing, she felt a little lost growing up. In the brotherhood, things really changed. There were moments she doubted herself and her choices as shown by the game and her time with Connor, but, she chose best. As she grew older, rising in the ranks as a formidable assassin, she looked back on her early years and knew she'd done well. I also think she's the only female assassin we've seen thus far that actually enjoys wearing dresses as Evie and Elise (a Templar lmfao) both show extreme aversion to the fashion choices.

Edward Kenway and Adewale

Everything Edward has ever done has been for Caroline when he knew it was just her. It's heartbreaking to see that it took years on the sea, losing everyone and everything to realize that the people he should live for... They've all gone. Jenny became his only link to life outside of clearing up the Woodes Rodgers mess. I think he made it a habit to gift her with flowers, twice a week, in different colors. And the man never lost his sense of showmanship. He just,,,, changed how he was going to do it. Telling stories to his children was crucial because Jenny and Haytham became his true loves in life. Nothing could ever stop the love of a genuine father. After he'd spent so many years hurting people, being selfish, losing everyone who stood at his side, he would not risk his relationship with these two. So, imagine his surprise when Haytham becomes a Templar grandmaster-. Also, i don't think he could ever shake his love of the sea and spent lots of time at the docks telling sailor stories to Jenny because she was just as fascinated as he was.

Adewale isn't talked about enough and I don't like it. Funny enough, I don't know if Ade and Edward were entirely friends?? They weren't really lifelong friends, that's the vibe I get. You know BoJack and Todd?? That's the kind of energy I get from the two of these guys. Ade and Edward often had deep respect for each other but Edward's brashness pushed Ade away. When they did become friends again, Edward joining the assassins, they tended to hold each other at an arm's length. Respect and friendship often coexist but are not the same thing. It wouldn't be until years later that the two could really call each other solid friends - I suppose they always were?? But never THAT close. Ade is still disappointed in Haytham, and the grief and disappointment he conveyed to him in that moment was enough to stand in for Edward as well.

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Arno Dorian

After losing Elise, he was just,,, never the same? Like, yeah okay fine, he becomes a master assassin and does things for the good but like, he's sad and tragic. Has a kid eventually with a woman but he's kinda similar to Altair in the sense he'd never love anyone as much as he'd love her. Which is weird, considering I don't think Elise ever truly loved him, at least, not in the way that he deserved. After losing her father. Elise had closed off who she was in order to avenge him, and she had no room for anyone else to enter her heart. Perhaps if she and Arno were goatherds somewhere far away, it could work out but it always felt doomed to be tragic. Arno likes to journey around Paris at night, not only helping people, but feeling like a ghost, just observing. He knows the work will never stop, so to walk around and observe for the sake of observing is peaceful. He's helpful where he can be with just a slight amount of biting cynicism. But, everyone loves him regardless.

Evie and Jacob Frye

Evie and the Queen parted on weird ways because Evie was able to call her out on imperialism. However, the cake was still left for Evie. That offer never went away. I think Henry and Evie are in every definition, soulmates. Evie has such a deep love and appreciation for India, the culture, the languages spoken, all because of her husband. Interestingly enough, I don't think she's actually that strict with her children?? She doesn't force them to be assassins in the way her father did because Jacob practically BEGGED her to not repeat their father's mistakes on his nieces and nephew. Evie and Henry speak in flowers and nothing else.

I don't know about you guys but I don't think Jacob actually has any children later on in life (other than uh, Jack the Lad). He's fine where he's at, marries, but all his time and energy goes into being the fun uncle for his nieces and nephew whenever he sees them. He's also a bit sad over "losing" his sister when she moves to India. Mostly because well, he's never really been without her. I think Jacob has separation anxiety. He cares deeply about Clara and ends up kinda fostering her? He's like her older brother and the most important girl in his life outside of his sister.

Shao Jun

Shao deserved so much more attention. In fact, the entirety of AC Chronicles deserved better. I think that like, all three of those deserve open world titles. Shao has a bit of a temper and usually goes by her way or the highway. Honestly, she's a lot more like Ezio than she realizes and Ezio knew that from their brief time together. I think, if she and Ezio spent more time together, they would have grown to be quite personal like a father and his kid that can't and won't sit down.

Bayek and Aya

I'm going to be focusing on the two of them as a unit. Aya and Bayek clearly still love each other. That much is undeniable. After losing Khemu, it was just... It was too fresh and painful. However, after years of working as the parents of the Hidden Ones, they were reunited in old age, able to spend the rest of the twilight years together. It was solemn, in some places emotionally breaking, but they were able to come back together and be stronger than ever before. I don't know if their puppy love from when they were teens ever died down, especially after hearing Bayek's letter to Amunet in AC Valhalla. He's always loved her, and she him, but the pain, and the bigger picture they'd been painted in stole every sense of normalcy for them. I think, if they were reincarnated, they wouldn't have to deal with the pain all over again. They'd have good lives, with healthy, well brought up children, and live out in modernity what they couldn't in history.

Kassandra and Deimos/Alexios

Kassandra is gay and I'm not accepting any other answer right now. Her having a child with Natakas was purely to continue her bloodline and nothing else. I would say they're entirely platonic. That's it. But that doesn't deny the fact that Kassandra misses Elpidios like crazy. ALSO, because Kassandra was like running around for all of these years, she absolutely came into direct contact with literally everyone on this list at least once. Being near immortal has made her a little jaded but she's still the same misthios we've loved since we first met her.

I'm not entirely sure if Deimos,,,, is deserving of a section? I have thoughts about Odyssey and like none of them are positive except for Kassandra. Like, I guess he goes back to his family?? Fades into obscurity??? His sister tries her hardest to bring him back to a normal, good life and he fades into the night.

F!Evior Varinsdottir

She has such a soft spot for birds, but especially Synin. She's often heard baby talking her bird, petting her sweetly, feeding her, it's really cute. Oh, Evior has a natural knack with animals and children alike! When she visits like, Lunden, or Glowercestercire (that's my favorite place in map and story arc!), she's always running around and playing with them. She teaches them about Synin, some Norse traditions, etc. I also think Eivor has a knack for art. She gives new designs to Tove. It's quite sweet and Tove always admonishes Evior for not looking more deeply into art. Eivor sometimes misses Norway, but England has its perks too. Nothing makes her feel more at peace than Vinland though.

#assassins creed headcanons #assassin's creed #altair ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #haytham kenway #connor kenway #aveline de grandpre #edward kenway #adewale #arno dorian #evie frye #jacob frye #bayek of siwa #aya of alexandria #kassandra #alexios #kassandra of sparta #eivor varinsdóttir #shao jun

[lovelytarou]

kiss me thru the phone — bakugo katsuki

— katsuki always calls you on the phone, making sure that it's his voice you hear when you wake and the one you'll listen to as you fall asleep.

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

tags: established relationship, swearing? cuz this is bakugo hehe. not proofread!!

genre: fluff, kinda angst

word count: 1.4k

a/n: 1/7 of the 200 follower event, i can just see him doing this lmao. sorry if the header doesn't look good, i tried my best (˘･_･˘) not at me saying i'll upload this yesterday night but it's already 2am here. it is what it is.

bakugo katsuki is a busy man. 

even when he was in his UA days, you always see him training by himself and excusing himself early to go study and then eventually, sleep. his friends often tease him for being a grandpa and not having time to go and have fun, but when he met you that's when he really started to let himself free and experience fun things with his friends albeit he's masking it as having “no choice but to join” under the guise of watching over his friends as to not make themselves look like idiots, but you know better. you know that when he says he doesn't care, you understand the meaning that he actually does. and deeply too.

he's just a big tsundere who cares a lot for the people he loves. 

now that he's a pro hero working his way up to the top, hectic times and cancelled dates cannot be helped. he has to always excuse himself and apologize over and over for not going to the date you both planned as promised and you always have to say that it's alright, that you understand over and over. and if anyone knew bakugo, it's that he would never settle for less. a simple ‘okay’ isn't enough for him. 

so when you woke up one morning to the ringing of your phone and the rare photo of your lover smiling instead of your cacophonous alarm, you knew it had to be one of those days where bakugo was feeling particularly soft for you.

rolling over on his side of the bed, you answered the call with a smile on your face despite him not seeing it. the warm streaks of sunlight coming through the windows illuminated your face, making you shut your eyes for a moment.

“hi, baby.” you croaked, voice scratchy and raspy upon waking.

you heard his chuckle on the other end before he greeted you as well.

“good morning, sleepyhead. it's 10am already, you should be getting your ass out of bed,” he scolded you. you rolled your eyes as you lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling while you twirled a piece of your hair like a lovestruck schoolgirl talking to your crush. 

“i know, i know. but the bed's still warm and i wanna stay in bed for a bit.” you whined, even pouting for effect that you knew he wouldn't resist. 

you heard him click his tongue in annoyance at your statement. knowing him, he's probably shaking his head in disapproval at your lazy behavior. 

“get the fuck out of bed or else your breakfast will get cold. you don't want to eat cold food, do you?" 

“wait, you made me breakfast?” you felt your stomach do flips at the thought of bakugo waking up early and even having the time and effort to cook for you. 

you heard him scoff at that, “course i did. i know your dumbass will complain about how i didn't cook you anything before i left if i didn't. so eat up, okay? i know i'm not always at home to eat with you and this is the only thing i can do to make you feel that you're not alone. and i'm sorry about that. i promise one of these days, i'll take you out for dinner, alright?” 

he can only hear sniffles and soft sobs on the other end as you nodded. 

“oi, are you crying?!”

“yes! why the hell are you so sweet? and it's too early for me to be crying like this!” you wailed, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall, trying your best to wipe them away with your night shirt. 

“i'd like that very much. you're the best, katsuki. take care and good luck at work!” 

“i know i am, babe. take care as well, don't wait up for me tonight, i'll call you.” you both bid your goodbyes with words of love before he hung up to do his hero work and for you to get ready for the day. you ate your breakfast with a smile on your face and heart feeling much fuller than your stomach with the thought of katsuki.

some days, when he's away on a mission, he'd love to call you randomly and he wouldn't even care if you're doing something or if you're busy. what he knows is that he needs to hear your voice more than anything. 

on a particularly busy and dreadful day, bakugo had called you during work and you picked it up without second thoughts, worry already clouding your mind. 

“tsuki baby!” you greeted in a joyful tone. your smile evaporated when he didn't return the sentiment.

“katsuki? are you okay? what's up, baby?” you tried to make your voice as soothing as possible, knowing that any other unwelcoming approach might set him off.

he sighed on the other end, and you can only guess what happened.

“i'm fine...just...i missed your voice,” his own had a low timbre to it, sort of a deep vulnerable tone he only let you hear when he wanted you to see his true self without the facades and the mask. 

“i'm here now, katsuki. do you wanna talk?” being a pro hero can be stressful as much as he loves it. he's also human, and he can only handle as much when faced with a lot of obstacles in life.

“yeah, that'd be nice. tell me about your day, how are you?” he might be diverting the topic towards you instead but you indulged him in his request and started to tell him about your day – from the time you wake up to the time you arrived to work.

“oh! and um, i also bumped into my old friend a while ago. they asked me about you and i told them that we should meet up someday, you know, like a double date?” 

“sure, yeah. i'd love to meet them. they seem like a cool person.” 

“they are! anyway, what about you? anything happened in there on the mission?” you waited patiently for his response which he appreciated a whole lot than what you realize. 

“it was okay. the mission was going smoothly with everyone helping and then...i just, we rescued this man and his...wife got–” he faltered, you heard him choke a sob through the phone and you can only wish you can hold him right at that moment if you weren't only miles away from each other. 

“it's okay if you don't wanna continue, tsuki. i understand this is heavy for you. i'm sorry you have to suffer through that alone. i wish i can be there for you,” in your head, you're imagining that you're comforting him and kissing his worries away as he's nuzzling into your neck. and you'd tell him that everything will be alright and that you'll always be there for him.

“i'm sorry...thank you, for staying with me and being in my life. i wouldn't know what i'd do without you, honestly. maybe be the same asshole that i was before we met,” he joked, chuckling at the fond memory that felt like ages ago today. 

“no worries, babe. you know i'm always here if you want to talk. i'll listen and you can never talk my ear off because i love listening to you sexy voice.” you teased, knowing it would make him as red as a tomato. the both of you laughed and it felt like you're together, probably at home as you lounged in the living room without worrying about anything.

“whatever. i like hearing your voice too, i guess. anyway, i gotta go in a few minutes. i'm calling again later before you sleep, make sure you don't doze off on me!” you can practically imagine the smoke coming out of his ears as he yelled at his phone.

“yes, yes, i will. i already told you i'm sorry! go kick some villain ass in there, baby. i'll be waiting for you back home.” 

“good. goodbye, i miss you. stay safe and always lock your door and the windows! don't stay up too late or i'll swim there to make you sleep myself–”

before he went on a tangent about his usual scoldings you told him that you still had work to do and he can save them for later, but you felt warm inside knowing this is how he tells you he loves you without really saying them. time and distance may keep you away from each other, but your love can travel through great distances and defy all odds. 

Taglist: @chibishae34

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[hideyholejournal]

Journal Entry #2

August, 8, 2021

***Warning**** Discusions of s*xual ab*se and S*islide****

I want to scream. 

For the last few weeks I’ve been trying so hard to get back into my regular healthy habits- like writing in my journal- but I can’t seem to do it. I don’t understand why it’s so difficult to go to bed at a regular time or meditate for a few minutes but everything seems to be sucking my energy so much.

I’m trying not to be hard on myself and allow grace for bad weeks, something I was working on with Hanna, my counselor (FNFP). But it’s so hard to be kind when everything... hurts?? That’s not the right word but I don’t know any other way to describe it. Everything just hurts and the worst part is that I don’t know why!

Maybe writing here will help me? I really hope it does because this sucks.

My best friend moved in with me at the beginning of the month and two days before she moving day I got into a spat with my... bio Dad.

The fight started as many of our fights do, a stupid comment that fucker (Dad) wouldn’t let go of. we went grocery shopping and, as it has been since I was ten, I was the one left to actually do the actual shopping portion of grocery shopping. 

It’s the first time we’ve been able to do actual grocery shopping since Christmas and Dan’s lost fight to stomach cancer that had us moving to our current place. Why mutli-billion dollar corporations need to impose such harsh contract and lease breaking fines even in the face of unexpected death I’ll never understand. 

(Note for context- Assuming that for some reason someone is reading this-: Dan found out he had stomach cancer in October, by November he was a living skeleton and when January hit he was dead- Karma’s a bitch and no I am not incredibly bitter about all the ways the only other man I trusted hurt and betrayed me)  

Anyway, the near half year of scrambling for a little extra funds and living off other peoples kindness-  Thank the Gods for Hanna (FNFP) and her hampers, no idea how we would have made it without that- Had made me extremely conscious of prices. I was going through the store with a calculator and adding and rounding up by a dollar for everything I put in the cart while keeping an eye out for any sales. I was stressing.

Despite my best efforts the bill still came up to nearly 300. I don’t remember the exact price but it doesn’t matter. On our way out Dad made a comment about it. Now, he makes the same comment about how pricey things are every time we go to the store and on my best days they make me feel guilty and grumpy but this was not my best day. 

It would have been fine if I knew that I could just turn to dad and say “Hey, I know you don’t mean to upset me but it makes me feel really badly when you make those comments because I really tried hard to find the least pricey things I could.” and then we could have a discussion about it but if I had said that he would have just yelled at me to not take things so personally and that if I can’t learn how to take a joke I could start paying rent (Despite me not having a job yet due to covid and the economy in general) then he’d go the guilt route and whine about how he was just a terrible parent and a shit person in general with a nice whopping dollop of “You’re the smart one so you need to fix this.”

It’s exhausting, so instead I got angry and said “Well, if you don’t like it then you can do the grocery shopping and we’ll see how well you do” Do I regret it? A little, but not enough that I would take it back so we continued to quietly get out of Walmart and put the food in the car. 

Here’s the thing about my family; we don’t talk. If you had a fight or said something nasty then you better stiff upper lip it and forget about what was and wasn’t said or you’ll be in for a long lecture about letting things go and not being dramatic. 

So we don’t talk about and just go to A and W for food. Dad had woken me up that morning, said we were going shopping and used food to keep as a bonus- I honestly didn't want food but Dad makes a big deal out of it if I refuse food or treats so...- 

Then I saw a crow.

I saw it out my window and pinched off a bit of bun to throw on the ground near it and Dad said not to feed it because they’re stupid trash animals. This actually really excited me because I’ve researched a lot about crows and blue jays so I was really happy to share this information. So I try to say “Actually, Crows are really smart. They’re members of the corvid family which is known as the smartest bird family” and tell him all about how they can imitate human words and sounds, are know to use tools, hold funerals for their dead and can recognize human faces among other things. 

Unfortunately, Dad was very uninterested in hearing any of this and kept interrupting me to say that they were dumb and gross because they dug through the trash for food. He refused to hear about any of the things I had researched and just kept repeating the same things and interrupting me. I was annoyed to begin with but now I was starting to feel hurt. As a result I was near yelling to try and be heard, while progressively getting more agitated.

Finally, Dad snaps at me about how he can’t say anything to me without me getting pissed off- An extremely common complaint- and brings up my comment in the store. I explained why I was upset and he said something about how he always say’s things like that so I should be used to it and I was just too tired to try and unpack that so I switched to the original thing he said. I told him that the reason I’m always so irritated with him is because he keeps doing things that I told him are an issue.

This is one of my very common complaints, Dad insists every time I bring up an issue that he’s listened to me and he’ll stop but when I month or two goes by and nothings changed he accuses me of calling him a liar when I bring it up again. 

It’s just so much easier to just get angry because then, at least, he leaves me alone for a bit. He’s exhausting and I’m always at my worst when I’m with him. 

At some point during the fight he starts going on about how everything to us kids is abuse now and nothing is good for us. I don’t know what came over me but I yelled “You’re going to say that after what you did” when he asked what he did I said that he s*xually ab*sed me. 

I... honestly thought he would deny it. I thought he would try to gaslight me or.. defend himself? Something. Instead he just... told me that I needed to stop bringing up the past? I... I just, now that I’m out of the situation I’m realizing how wild that response is and I kind of don’t know how to move on from it? So I guess I’ll just continue...

So in the moment I was just ear steaming angry by that response but Dad just moves right on to his usual paying rent and taking my phone spiel and for a moment I’m so angry that I’m calm and I just say that I’m going to live with mom since she knows about what he did. 

Finally, we make it home and I storm over to the door so I can get my pre-packed escape plan bags. Dad yells over “Aren’t you going to help with the groceries” and I yell back that it’s not my problem anymore.

By the time he’s done carrying in groceries I have my bags stacked by the door and he’s demanding to know where I’ll go, that I give him my keys and phone because I don’t get to takes those, I tell him that both are on the counter an continue. My next problem is that he’s standing in the doorway. I’m not sure if he’s going to try and block me from leaving- He has many-a-time in the past- so I shoulder check past him to keep him from doing so. 

He follows me down the front path and asks me where I’m going and if we can just talk about this and to come back inside because he doesn’t want me on the streets. As he’s saying these things I’m realizing that I honestly don’t have a plan that is likely to work out long-term. 

My general idea was to just get to my grandpas and call my mom from there and she could hopefully come down to pick me up sometime that week- She lives in a neighboring city- then I’d go live with her until I’d found a job and place to stay. Unfortunately, that wasn’t likely to work out because my mom and I... have heaps of issues and have never managed to have a visit lasting more then two days were we haven’t fought at all. Plus, my mom has struggled with alcohol dependence and a gambling addiction since before I was born... she’s not exactly a stable safe place.  

Shelters are an option but... that’s a completely unmown variable.

So... I decide, better the devil you know and tell dad that “I don’t want to have to tell people that I’ve s*cked my dads d!ck, it isn’t in the past for me! What you did hurt me and I have to live with the consequences for the rest of my life.” 

He looks genuinely guilty in the face of my words so I agree to go back in and talk. 

The talk was extremely unsatisfying. Dad just went on about how he was sorry, that he’d do anything for me and give me all his money. He went on about how he was horrible and everything was his fault- his exact words- and how he felt guilty about how he didn’t make enough money to take care of me and how embarrassed he was by this. The only good thing he said was that he would do everything he could to help me move out. ( By encouraging me to take everything he owned beside the bare minimum he needed to survive)

When I said that wasn’t enough to make up for what he did he demanded to know what I wanted. When I said that I wanted him to take responsibility he interrupted me to demand to know how he would do this. Just remembering this is making me tired. 

I couldn’t come up with anything at the moment and he kept insisting that he’d said sorry and that’s all he could do so...

Oh! At on point he tried to convince me to either beat him or stab him. I rolled my eyes and said that he wasn’t worth going to prison for. He tried to insist that he would lie to the cops. Then he proceeded to go on a tangent about how I shoved past him and said mean things and that it felt like it was “Abuse Dad Time” 

He followed up his pity party by saying that when I left he would probably k*!! himself. I said that after what he did I didn’t care- note; The d!ck s*cking was by NO means the only time he encouraged me to touch him inappropriately, or even showed me extremely inappropriate things it was just one of the bigger no no’s that happened- he threw his his hands up and said “See you don’t care!” as if I was the bad guy??

Anyway, we ended by agreeing that I would live here until I could actually move and that he didn’t get to complain about me being distant anymore.

There was more I wanted to add but it’s now three in the morning and I do want some sleep.

Bye