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☆*: .｡.Wand headcanons.｡.:*☆

Warning: long post! Deep discussion of characters and their personalities ahead

I have been thinking extensively about Ominis and Sebastian's wands and which would suit them the best since they are currently unknown in canon.

As we know from Harry Potter lore, wand cores and woods have the most sway in how not only the wand itself would behave, but also what kind of person the wand owner is and how they will use it. With that being said, we know the personalities of the boy's quite intimately, but we know absolutely no information about their wands besides what they look like, and even then in some scenes they look vastly different.

For this research I used stills from the game when we get close ups of their wands, as well as the Harry Potter Wiki, the Wizarding World website, and a funky weebly website that someone made for a class all about wandlore (I know, not really a reputable source, but it has a but ton of information that can be backed up via the other websites I mentioned) to gather my research.

This was all just a late night info spiral that the ominis discord server helped me with, lol (message @finalgirllx if you would like to join! we have fun)

I am by no means saying my word is law or that you can't have your own opinions. This is just what I think fits them best. I do not own the characters or the Hogwarts Legacy game.

I tried to keep this as spoiler free as possible. No huge plot spoilers are shared.

Now with the formalities out of the way, let's dive in.

We'll start with Ominis, because he has, arguably, the most interesting wand.

My headcanon: Horned Serpent horn core, blackthorn wood, 10 3/4 inches, brittle flexibility

I'm going to go section by section and explain my reasonings. First, the core.

Horned Serpent horn core: While a very, very rare core, it is an exceedingly powerful one that leans towards not only the ties it has to Ominis' family name but also his strengths and weaknesses.

There has only been two wands created with a Horned Serpent horn core in Harry Potter lore, and they belonged to the adopted sons of Isolt Sayre, the founder of Ilvermorny, or the North American school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

According to the lore, Isolt is a direct descendant of Morrigan, a famous Irish witch, and Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, thus making her of Gaunt heritage. Her parents were murdered when she was young by her aunt, Gormlaith Gaunt, whom was unhappy with her sister's muggle-helping ways. Gormlaith then kidnapped the girl and kept her captive for a number of years before Isolt was able to escape and flee to America on the Mayflower. There she befriended a Horned Serpent, and when her adopted son's were of age she had their wands fashioned with a sliver of the horn from her serpent friend.

So, why does this core fit Ominis?

As I said, it's properties directly line up with what we know about Ominis' wand in the game. Sebastian states that it is "almost sentient" and is able to help him navigate around the castle and the outside world with little problem. This fits the Horned Serpent horn because, according to the Harry Potter wiki, "[t]his core was exceptionally powerful, sensitive to Parseltongue and vibrated when Parseltongue was being spoken, and could warn their owners of danger by emitting a low musical tone." Because of Ominis' blindness, he likely has exceedingly strong hearing, thus making the low musical tone of the Horned Serpent horn a likely culprit for his wand's echolocation abilities. Not only would this wand core run in the Gaunt family, but it would also connect to Ominis' ability to speak Parseltongue.

As a side note, Salazar Slytherin had a basilisk horn core in his wand and is said to have passed it down when he died, so it would stay in the Gaunt family. Having a core so similar to Slytherin's, and most likely Ominis' father because he would be the next in line to get the wand, would please his family greatly.

Blackthorn wood: As we can see in the game and in the reference picture, Ominis' wand is a dark grey, nearly black color. This in itself narrows down what possible wood it is, as there isn't many dark wand woods known in the lore.

Below is an image of blackthorn branches.

The coloring matches, but what about their personality?

According to the Wizarding World website, this is the description of blackthorn wood:

Blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation, in my view well-merited, of being best suited to a warrior. This does not necessarily mean that its owner practises the Dark Arts (although it is undeniable that those who do so will enjoy the blackthorn wand’s prodigious power); one finds blackthorn wands among the Aurors as well as among the denizens of Azkaban. It is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish.

This fits with one of the first things we find out about Ominis and his personality-- he starts off as standoff-ish, brash, and, for a lack of a better word, "thorny." After getting to know him in the game, though, we find out that his harshness is just a defense mechanism due to his past and his protectiveness of his friends. Thus, the berry analogy. He himself goes through an incredible "danger or hardship" at the hands of his family, making the blackthorn tree a kindred spirit for him.

Unfortunately wand length and flexibility don't make much of a difference in wands, but there is still a little bit of information about them. I'm basing most of this information (the wand length at least) on fanon decided lore.

10 3/4 inches: Wand length is primarily based on the height and stature of the wizard. In very rare cases, witches and wizards of incredibly sour dispositions will get small, stubby wands (6 inches or below) but that doesn't fit in this situation. According to the Harry Potter Wiki, nine to ten inch wands are "[v]ery standard, and very formal," and "[t]ypically, wizards of average height (5' 6" - 6' 0") will have wands in this size range." Since most of the fandom agrees that Ominis would be around the 6'0", 6'1" range, this would fit his build. I added the 3/4 just to be a bit spicy.

Brittle flexibility: Because neither website really has information about the flexibility of wands, this is taken mostly from the weebly page on wandlore. According to the Wizarding World website, "[w]and flexibility or rigidity denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair[.]" I have also heard that it is based again on the witch or wizard's personality, so I used both instances here.

Basically, the more flexible the wand, the more flexible the witch or wizard would be in stressful situations, but also the more likely your wand would be to accept a new owner if it were to be won in a duel.

Brittle fits Ominis the best because of it's description on the wandlore class website:

A wand with this flexibility tends to attach itself quickest to owners who have insecurities, and its level of loyalty is often dependent on how loyal the owner is to it. Should it become very loyal to its original owner, new owners often won't get the chance to earn the wand's loyalty before it breaks. Brittle wands are best suited to subtle and delicate magic, such as transfiguration and non-verbal spell-casting. Because they break easy, their owners should be careful to avoid magic that is unnecessarily flashy or explosive, especially if the wand also has a dragon heartstring core. Owners with this wand flexibility are usually contemplative, clever, and somewhat cynical; they tend to be an "underdog" type of person and perhaps even a little bit unlucky, which could lead them to becoming resentful of their more successful peers. If a brittle wand owner perseveres and manages to get over their insecurities, however, he or she will often become a "great success story" that never ceases to amaze and inspire others.

There are points in the argument both for and against Ominis' insecurities controlling his personality, but this particular wand flexibility fits both extremes well. If he leans more on the insecure side, the wand would attach itself quite quickly to him and would remain loyal as long as he was loyal to it, which is a given since he needs it to navigate the world. Ominis was likely a closed off and insecure child when he was young, so it would fit that a brittle wand would attach itself to him quickly. In the game, we see Ominis is careful and sure with his wand work, so I don't think the brittle nature of the wand would come into play, especially with his and Sebastian's love for confringo.

The main thing that connects this flexibility to Ominis is the description of the owners personality, stating that they would be "contemplative, clever, and somewhat cynical" even an "underdog" type. Ominis is the definition of these three terms, and it can be argued that because of the biases surrounding his last name, as well as his disability, he could be considered an "underdog." Ominis is contemplative in most of his dialogue, wanting to see all sides of an argument before making a decision one way or another. He is incredibly clever, often twisting arguments in his favor and throwing words back at the person debating him. As for cynical, there just isn't a better word for how he treats the MC when he passes them around the castle. Every single one of his voice lines is some thinly veiled insult.

Next, let's explore Sebastian's wand-- easily one of the most identifiable wands in the game.

My headcanon: Dragon heartstring core, yew wood, 9 1/2 inches, unyielding flexibility

Same process as Ominis' wand. Here we go!

Dragon heartstring core: In medical science, "heartstrings" refer to the chordae tendineae of the heart, which connect the papillary muscles to the tricuspid and mitral valves so they can open and close as the heart pumps blood between atrial and ventricular chambers (I had to research this lmao, I am not a science person). It's possible that this is where they get the core from in a dragon, but there isn't enough information about dragon anatomy in canon lore to be sure.

Wand cores are connected to the strength of a witch or wizard's magic, as well as the type of magic that they are more likely to lean towards and the type of magic that the wand will be adept with.

Dragon heartstring is one of the three "supreme cores" that are sold in Olivanders. The description of the wand core on the Harry Potter Wiki is as follows:

Dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most magical power, and which [are] capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tended to learn more quickly than other types. While they could change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bonded strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tended to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it would not incline that way of its own accord. It was also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

Don't be swayed, I did not just pick this because of its proclivity towards dark magic. Yes, Sebastian is the one that teaches the MC the unforgivable curses, but this in itself matches the personality traits he exhibits from the very beginning: confidence (to the point of arrogance at times), and loyalty. Sebastian himself states that he leans more towards "fiery forms of magic" after he teaches you the blasting curse, so it would make sense that his wand core would need to be able to handle this kind of spell work. One that is "flamboyant" and "temperamental" would fit this the best. Not only this, but before the MC arrives at Hogwarts, Sebastian was the best duelist there, so he would need a wand core that picked up magic quick and was able to keep up with his competitive nature.

Yew wood: Yes, another thing that leans towards dark magic, but hear me out. Sebastian's wand color is very light, making the options for the possible wood types he would have just as sparse as Ominis'.

Wand woods are connected to the owners personality, diving down past the surface level and often discovering the most innate personality traits of the witch or wizard that owns it.

Below is an image of yew wood.

At first, I thought Sebastian's wand could possibly be aspen, but upon looking at the coloring of that wood versus yew, yew seems to be the closest in color. Aspen wood is often compared to bone because of how pale white it is, but if you look at the picture of Sebastian's wand, it has some warm undertones that make it a different hue than ivory.

Back to the personality. Here is what the Wizarding World website says about yew wood:

Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others. Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner’s grave. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.

I'm not going to go into any heavy spoilers, but if you know, you know.

Sebastian is absolutely not a mediocre or timid wizard-- quite the opposite. He tends to lead with his heart rather his head, diving into battles before thinking through a strategy or jumping feet first into an argument before hearing both sides of the issue. He is fiercely loyal and protective of those he cares about, which can be seen in how he talks about not only Anne but also Ominis. His main motivation through the entirety of the game is finding a cure for his sister's curse, and he quite literally goes to outlandish means to achieve his goals. He is described as an accomplished duelist (we don't really see that, but let's chalk that up to the companion mechanics of the game and not his actual skill) and he is proficient in curses of all nature. He is the definition of a morally grey character-- not quite a hero, but also not quite a villain.

Again, for wand length and flexibility I will be using a mix of canon and fanon lore because of how scarce the information is on these sections of wandlore.

9 1/2 inches: As I said earlier with Ominis' wand, nine to ten inches is the common length for most wands. Since Ominis and Sebastian are, in fanon lore at least, similar in height (Ominis slightly taller than Sebastian in most fanfictions and fanart), I kept them close in length. Most agree that Sebastian is likely around 5'10", 5"11", so a wand slightly smaller than Ominis' but still within average length would fit best. Again, the half inch is just to be spicy.

Unyielding flexibility: Same as before, most of this information was taken from the wandlore weebly.

The word "unyielding" in itself describes Sebastian's personality. As previously stated, he is incredibly stubborn and hardheaded when he wants to be, and we see that often in the game.

The description for an unyielding wand is as follows:

A wand of this flexibility finely tunes itself to its original owner's preferences and doesn't stray from those preferences, even in the hands of a new owner; the new owner will just have to get used to it. It is particularly good for combative and healing magic. Unyielding wand owners tend to be very confident in themselves and/or in the things they believe in. They tend to be intelligent, somewhat cynical, and usually have well-defined principles that they will not stray from ever. Sometimes, this combination can lead to arrogance because of them insisting on how right they are without considering other points of view or whether or not they might be wrong.

Sebastian is a confident young man. He himself names him the best duelist in the school, and he prides himself on his knowledge of the wizarding world, both due to his proclivity to research and the fact that his parents were professors. In the game mechanics, particularly the bits that did not make it into the final game but were still in the code, there are a few lines for him that lean towards the possibility that he could heal the MC if our health got too low, thus adding the possibility that he was skilled in healing magic and combative magic. Sebastian's principles are defined from the very beginning of the game, stating that he would do anything for his friends and family, as well as was not afraid to break the rules to get what he wanted. He can be a bit arrogant at times due to this confidence, but for the most part it comes off as endearing.

As the game goes on he grows more cynical of the world and of the MC, often stating that they do not share the same opinions like he once thought and that they don't care about Anne and finding a cure for her curse. His tendency to not sway in his opinions and his insistence that he is right and everyone else is wrong grows tenfold around the winter mark. Because of this, no matter how many people are arguing that he is going down a dark path, he does not back down.

As both Ominis and Sebastian say, Sebastian Sallow does not back down from a fight, and he needs a wand that agrees with this belief system.

These are my headcaons! If you made it all the way to this bit, please don't be afraid to share your thoughts and personal headcanons for the boys and their wands!

Thanks for indulging me and my ramblings, lol

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The Grim Reaper's Guide to Breaking Every Rule of the Universe /// Chapter 2

Bruh. My back is HURTING from being hunched over my laptop lol. For some reason I've managed to shit out this next chapter at the speed of light, but I'm back at uni and deadlines are picking up so I can't guarantee another one for a couple weeks. ANYWAY - ALASTOR HAS FINALLY MADE AN APPEARANCE. Not in person yet, but he's here (in spirit). I also apologise to anyone not from Yorkshire, I've used some of our slang from there and it may not make sense, but MC's embracing her Northener crave for violence.

Summary: When touring America for the sake of it, you go to stay with your aunt in New Orleans for a while, taking up a peaceful part-time job restoring objects. But a few weeks in, a package arrives containing an old radio that's seen better days, along with a note seemingly written by someone who thinks they could fist-fight the Devil.

What you didn't know, was the hell of a path that was now set out in front of you. Not fist-fighting the Devil, but instead a very smug radio host who would have no problem spending the rest of his days driving you up the walls.

But two could play that game.

Tags: Demiromantic-Asexual Alastor x Demiromantic-Asexual OC/Reader - 1920s/30s New Orleans - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Violence (It's Alastor what else)

Word Count: 6800

Warnings: Period-typical sexism, Period-typical attitudes towards neurodivergency, Swearing, Descriptions of murder and dismemberment. MC'S RACE IS DEFINED DUE TO PLOT REASONS (also because she is based off my OC)

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Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

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PART 1: Chapter 2

Another box for my trinkets it's trinketville.

Meraki (Definition): To put something of yourself into your work. (Noun)

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Thursday, 7th November, 1929.

The first four months of your new apprenticeship had you thriving more than ever before since arriving in the US. The last time you had felt this joyous and satisfied you were nearly eighteen, the tickle of the long grass on your cheeks as you laid in the meadow at the height of spring, holding the bunch of wildflowers against the kaleidoscopic swirls of the evening tones of the sky above you, admiring the way the lowering sun hit the petals and the small bugs that floated around with its golden highlights. It was one of the few times you had managed to bring your racing mind to a stand-still; no voices; no random lines of songs in your head playing on replay; no worries about the chores you were procrastinating or the book your friend had recommended weeks ago that you were yet to touch. You remembered the feeling of the summer dress you wore, the texture of the leather messenger bag beside you gifted by the old woman who lived further down the lane of the village. She used to babysit you when your parents would travel to York days at a time for work or personal errands. You loved to skip down that lane, with your hand running along the rough stones of the ancient stone walls that lined the lanes of your little village you had spent your whole life in – also lining your mind with the cuts it gave you as you tried to climb over them with the twins over the years.

The routine of working at the repair shop had brought the blissful feeling of stability back, the hectic frenzy of travelling from hotel room to hotel room, checking your tickets a thousand times to make sure you were on the correct train platform, then checking again. You no longer had to worry about travel dates that would leave you feeling paralysed from doing anything else.

Mr LeBlanc had been an excellent teacher and manager, drilling skills into your mind since you stepped into the shop for your starter shift. It was certainly an experience: opening the double doors to a vintage collector’s dream, an antique emporium filled from floor to ceiling (and on the ceiling). Ralph had brought you behind the counter, to a room in the back that he gleefully revealed to be concealed by a door disguised as a bookshelf. The workshop hidden behind was every antique restorer’s sanctuary, and it was certainly yours. Drawers lining the walls filled with every tool that could file, chip away, or apply anything you could find. In the centre was a large wooden table – thick, sturdy planks covered in chips and splatters of paint and adhesives used over the years. This table would be the place you would spend the next four months, your hair tied back by a patterned silk bandana, Ralph showing you how to work with materials from wood to porcelain, metal to textiles. You would pour over books you had pulled from Mr LeBlanc’s bookshelves until late into the evening, until he sent you home with them in your bag, and you protected them with your life as you returned on the trams (or ‘streetcars’, as Americans called them) in the evening light.

Every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, he taught you everything he could, and you absorbed it all at the speed of light, your mind soaking up every piece of information like a dry sponge. By month three you had been given the go ahead to work on your first object from a customer – a small, spindly regency era chamber table belonging to a local gentleman. All it needed was some chips to be filled and repolishing, allowing Ralph to be confident enough in your abilities to complete it correctly. Your results came out on top, both Ralph and the customer being satisfied with your work, and you received the praise gleefully, along with the hefty tip the gentleman handed you over the counter. To you, everything was going fine and dandy.

Until October hit.

Apparently there were plenty of warning signs, according to most. They knew this was coming, your aunt knew this was coming. It was what she had said when you sat with her on the steps of the front porch.

“Shops are going to start disappearing.” She said, keeping her gaze ahead as she watched the cars sputter by. “With the rate this is going, I’m going to have to pull the boys out of school and get them working – I can’t keep the walls of this house up by myself.”

It had sent chills down your spine when you had picked up a newspaper, the words ‘Wall Street’ and ‘Stock Market Crash’ staining the pages for weeks. You put your mind and body into helping Mr LeBlanc, desperate for him to keep his business up and running. Unfortunately, as prices dropped, less people wanted to splurge the extra cash on something nice and antique, so you both lowered prices where you could, even going to lengths to hammer fliers to every street-post that advertised restoration jobs for any household item, promising customers that they would save money on repairs instead of buying it new.

It worked more than you thought, and it brought in enough income for Ralph to scratch by. He was also grateful you hadn’t asked for a raise to cope with the financial crisis, flat-out refusing when he had tried to hand you some tips he had received.

It was just the beginning of December when Ralph had called the house phone as you were getting ready for work. Ollie had yelled up the stairs to tell you and you scrambled down in your work trousers with your nightgown still on. Grabbing the phone, you listened to a raspy Mr LeBlanc as he told you he had falling ill with the usual winter flu. Unfortunately, being 63 meant that he was more susceptible to the illness, and was unsure if he would recover. If he did, it would still take a while, so he had asked you that morning if you were capable of running the shop solo. You had instantly said yes, refusing to let any sidetrack be his business’s downfall, so, with your head held high, you walked to his house, picking up any essential documents that he said you would need, and kept the shop up and running to the best of your abilities.

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Friday, 6th December, 1929.

It was the Friday of the first week of December when you were an hour away from closing. You had been lucky that it had been pretty quiet the last few days, allowing you to settle into working your first ever Monday to Friday and getting to know the everyday things that were essential to keep the doors open. You had brought an armchair behind the counter – the gap between the counter and the wall was spacey enough for you to fit the chair and a small side table.

After not seeing any customers for over an hour, you had wandered off to the small side kitchen hidden by a Persian rug hung over the doorway to fetch yourself a warm cup of tea and a slice of carrot cake that Agnes had slipped into your lunch bag that day. Returning to the front, you placed the food and beverage on the side table, and sank into the chair, propping your feet up and delving into the book you had bought a few months ago.

Your eyes were drooping by the time you finished the tea and cake, and you rested your head on the back of the cushion, lowering your eyelids shut but remaining awake, knowing you had to get up soon in order to close in a half hour. Though the sudden sound of the shop’s bell chiming had you shooting out of your seat like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Scrambling to your feet, you scooted over to plop yourself on the counter stool, fixing yourself to look as presentable as possible as you faced the person entering. It was the mailman, stomping his boots to rid of the snow from the mild blizzard outside on the shoe rug by the door whilst holding a semi-large parcel under his arm. You recognised him from his rounds of the area, normally dropping off the odd parcel here and there for Ralph. Making sure the curls you had pressed into your hair overnight weren’t flattened at the back, you straightened out the silk scarf tied round the front of your head, flicking a curl out of your eye, and faced the man with a warm smile, to which he returned. He was a tall, young looking lad, older than you, but youth still shone in his eager eyes as he approached you.

“Afternoon ma’am,” he greeted, tipping his snow patterned hat. “I apologise for the snow on the floor, m’fraid the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”

You waved him off, assuring that you were going to be cleaning up soon anyway. He inquired about Mr LeBlanc’s whereabouts, and you explained that his illness wasn’t letting up any time soon.

“Shame,” he said. “I know you’re probably not getting overrun, but it still must be complicated being a young woman running someone else’s business – especially near Christmas, having to trek home in the cold and wet by yourself.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright.” You laughed with a shake of your head, trying to not let your frustration show at the thought of him doubting your skills because of your gender. “He’s given me everything I need, and I can deal with the weather just fine. Wet and cold is the norm where I’m from.” Changing the subject, you gestured to the half-damp parcel still under his arm. “Is that addressed to Ralph or the shop?”

As if suddenly remembering the reason he was here, he quickly hauled the parcel from under his arm and slid it onto the counter.

“It’s for the shop.” He explained, gesturing a gloved hand to it. “S’pose it’s a last minute repair for a Christmas gift or somethin’.”

Placing your hands on either side, you slid the large square box towards you. Standing up from the stool, you peered at the top. Brushing off the half-melted snow, you read the handwriting that ornately spelled out the address - this was probably another repair.

The parcel itself was probably the neatest you had ever seen anything wrapped. The parcel paper was thick and expensive, the water and snow running off without leaving any trace behind except for a slight sheen, and the edges were folded so crisp and perfectly shaped and flat you wondered if whoever had wrapped it was human. Tied round like a present was a thick twine, looping into a bow directly in the middle of the top. You admired the dedication of whoever had put in the time to wrap this, running your fingers over the corners only to jerk them back slightly as the folds were so sharp they felt like they were slicing at your skin.

Looking back at the mailman, you thanked him for the delivery, and hoped him safe travels back home. Tipping his hat at you, he turned away with a farewell, and the bell chimed again when he opened the door, dipping his head against the wind as he faded into the white wall outside.

When the howling wind finally allowed the door to shut, you began the closing routine, knowing that there wouldn’t be anyone else today with the severity of the weather outside. After locking the exits and pulling the shutters closed and the blinds down, you kept the shops lanterns on as you lifted the hefty parcel with a grunt and shuffled through the hidden doorway into the workshop.

Sliding it onto the table, you got to work opening it up, pulling the twine bow free and taking some small hand-held shears to slice open the glued down folds to reveal a cardboard box.

Pulling the thick brown paper and twine out from underneath, you chucked them onto the other workbench pushed against the wall to the right. Placing the shears down, you pushed your fingernails between the gap of the serrated cardboard and swung the flaps open. Inside was a lot of loose cotton wool, and you reached in, removing the protective layer and chucking it onto the table whilst simultaneously thanking whoever had spent their time padding the box out. This uncovered a semi-large shape swaddled in a maroon-coloured knitted blanket, and you reached your arms in deep to wrap around the object and haul it out.

Laying it on the table, you pushed the box and wool out of the way, and gently began unwrapping the blanket, mindful that some repair jobs may start out with several shattered pieces that you certainly didn’t want to accidentally drop an lose amongst everything. Coming to the final layer, your nails slotted through some of the holes of the knitting and clacked against what sounded like solid wood, and slipping the material off, you had your first look at your new potential project.

It was an old radio. Well, not that old, considering radios had only been in circulation for a decade or so, but it was one of the earlier models, the features you recognised from when you visited the county Mayor’s house when you were in your early teens. It was shaped with a resemblance to a cathedral arch, the wood panelling around the edge looking like pillars that began swirling and spiralling into gothic patterns the closer you got to the top. These patterns decorating the fine grated material that covered the speaker, and a few dials were situated on the bottom half, and you immediately noticed one was missing.

Pulling a stool over, you sat down to get a closer look, and you noted down the damages that came to light. It had obviously been looked after over the years, but, as always, people are prone to accidents, and this radio seemed to have gone through a few. Apart from the dial that was missing, there was a large split down one side, between two of the panels, and scratches and slight dents from where it had obviously been dropped. Grabbing your notebook, you jotted down your initial observations, before diving your hands into the left over cotton in the box to search for anything that could assist you.

To your luck, you found a small linen bag about the size of your palm, that you untied to reveal the missing dial and a few pieces of wood that had come off in some areas. Returning to your notes, you were just about to start a proposal form for treatment when something caught your eye. Looking over to the blanket you had put to the side, your eyes landed on a fancy looking envelope.

Reaching over, your fingers clasped around the paper, the material just as thick and expensive feeling as the parcel wrap, and you brought it towards you, careful not to elbow anything in the process, because if they could afford fancy radios and paper during this crisis, then they certainly were expecting you to repair this with equally expensive standards. Holding the paper up you read the loopy handwriting on the front of the envelope:

To the Owner.

Turning it over, you pried the even fancier wax seal apart as gently as you could as to not ruin the paper, and opening the flap, you reached in to slide out a folded piece of parchment. Unfolding it, you began to read the matching, loopy words.

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December 4 th, 1929

Dear Owner,

I do hope this package finds you well. I am delivering this fine radio to be repaired at your establishment, as it belongs to my dear Mother and I would be overjoyed to have it completed in time for Christmas. Unfortunately, it has suffered its fair share of drops and bumps, but from what I have heard from others in our beloved city, you should be able to do an excellent job. The outside is obvious with what needs to be done, but there are areas within the interior mechanics that require some repairs. Now, I would take it to the radio shop, but the man who owns it is oh-so unpleasant, and would take weeks to be returned.

I am sure you would be happy to take on this challenge, for my mother’s sake, and that you will do a splendid job.

Regards,

Mr A. Boudreaux

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You blinked. Then furrowing your brows, you read it again. And again. Did this guy want you to not only fix up the look of his mum’s radio, but magically know the ins and outs of radio technology? You shook your head, then did a quick once-over of the words scrawled onto the page. Yep, he wanted you to do a Frankenstein and completely resurrect the old thing.

Placing you elbow on the table, you rested your chin on your palm as you stared at the wall covered in tool across the room. There was no way you could do this, not without Mr LeBlanc still ill – though even if he was here, you didn’t know if he had any knowledge on radios. Sighing, you rubbed at your face tiredly, not caring if you smudged the mascara on your lashes, it wasn’t like anyone was going to walk in on you with panda eyes anyway. Letting out a prolonged groan, you came to the final decision of what to do.

Trudging back into the shop, you quickly made yourself another cup of tea, before snatching some of the letter paper and an envelope from under the counter. Slumping back onto the stool in the workshop, you placed the paper in front of you whilst reaching into one of the drawers attached to the table to grab a pen, then, taking a moment to think of what you were going to say, you began writing.

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December 6 th, 1929

Dear Mr Boudreaux,

Thank you for your enquiry. As much asI would love to fulfil your request, there are some issues regarding certain stages of the repairs. Mr LeBlanc, who owns the company, has taken ill this last week, and it is not yet known when he will recover, and I am the only member of staff he has employed at the moment. Unfortunately, I am not experienced in radio mechanics, and strongly advise that you come and collect the radio and take it to be repaired at a radio shop.

The radio can be returned here for outer repairs, but I am afraid that is the only option I can offer you at this time. The radio will be ready for you to collect from 9am on Monday morning. I do apologise for the inconvenience.

Regards,

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Signing the first letter of your name, along with you surname, you read over what you had written. Satisfied, you sealed it in the envelope and got to work wrapping the radio back up. Quickly taking a candle, you took a peek in between the crack in the wood, the light shining on the innards. You definitely had no chance of fixing that, if the absolute mess of dislodged coils, wires and metal pieces inside said anything. Reluctantly you placed it back in its box wrapped up and padded with the cotton, before taping it up and re-glueing the parcel paper and twine back in place. It was a shame that you had to reject the request, the payment for the repair would have benefited you and Ralph quite a bit, and it made you feel awfully guilty to prevent someone’s gift for their mother, but it was out of your control. So, with the guilt hanging over your head, you pushed the parcel into the corner under one of the tables on sale.

Doing one last round of the shop, you extinguished the candles dotted around and flipped the light switches off except the main one by the door. With your coat and gloves on, you made sure the scarf was wrapped tight round your neck before grabbing your bag and did one last sweep of the place. Glancing in the corner, you took one last lingering look at the sorrowful parcel that sat under the table, but quickly snatched your eyes away, and grabbing the keys, you flipped the final light switch and stepped out into the cold, looking for the nearest post-box with the letter grasped in your hand.

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New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Monday, 9th December, 1929.

Monday came rolling round as usual, and you began your usual weekday routine of washing and dressing yourself before heading downstairs for breakfast. Scooping some scrambled eggs onto the toast on your plate, you trudged from the kitchen to the dining room, the slap of your bare feet on the tiles echoing through the wide hallway.

Shuffling through the doorway, you sat opposite Ollie, who, by the looks of it, was still waking up as he shovelled buttered toast into his mouth with his head still lying sideways on the table. Reaching over, you slapped the handle of your fork against his ear that stuck out from between his loose, dark curls, and he let out a whine as he sat up to face you with one eye glued shut, the other barely open, bread hanging from between his frown.

“You’ll choke eating like that.” You said as you scooped egg into your mouth.

Ollie dropped the toast from his mouth onto his plate. “Good.” He mumbled. “S’better than Miss Sammie droning on and ooonnnn about nonsense.” He flopped his head back on the table.

“Well enjoy it while you can.” You snorted. “If this crash gets any worse Mum will be pulling you both out to find jobs. And I know you two wouldn’t last a day in the workplace.”

He jerked his head back, scrunching his face in offence. “Like you would be any better.”

You deadpanned. “I’m currently working 9 -5, Monday to Friday, dumbass.” You jabbed back in annoyance, throwing a piece of crust at his forehead.

“Shit, forgot about that.” He grumbled, but perked up suddenly. “Yea, but you’ve only been working full time since last week!”

You chucked another crust. “Running a shop full time on my own – something I’ve never done before??”

“Still.” He retorted, shrugging his shoulders.

You had opened your mouth to retort, but stopped halfway as Allie’s voice echoed through from the kitchen.

“There’s been another one!” he called out, almost excitedly, the thumping of his feet vibrating through the floorboards as he practically sprinted into the room with the morning newspaper grasped firmly in his hands. The two of us jerked back as he slammed it onto the table.

“Amuver!?” cried Ollie, voice muffled by food, though he quickly swallowed it. All evidence of his tiredness now gone, he snatched up the paper and brought it right up to his face. “It’s barely been a week!”

“I know!” Allie replied, his voice rising in volume every time he spoke. “At this point it could end up happening every month!”

You looked between the two of them confused since you couldn’t see what Ollie was reading. “What could happen?” you asked, perplexed.

The two of them froze, turning to stare at you. Their eyes darted to each other, before Ollie lowered the newspaper and spoke.

“…The murders?” He revealed, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You blinked, then looked between the two, more confused. “What murders?”

“What!?” Allie cried, bracing his hands on the table as he leant over it, eyes wide. “You’ve been gallivanting round town for seven months and don’t know about thee murders??”

You leant back slightly at the sight of your cousin’s crazy expression, and slowly shook your head. “I’m uh – not one to read the newspaper often.” You explained sheepishly.

He gaped, clearly shocked at your lack of knowledge about the subject. His head whipped to where his brother sat, and his hand reached out and snatched the newspaper from Ollie’s. You quickly moved your breakfast out of the way, saving your food from being flattened as Allie slammed the paper down and began aggressively prodding at the headline on the front page. Swatting his hand away, you read the giant words printed above a photograph of a lake you didn’t recognise.

‘BARRISTER FOUND BUTCHERED ON EMBANKMENT’

Suddenly intrigued, brought the paper closer to read the front column.

Tragedy strikes again in New Orleans as the remains of county barrister, Paul Morgan, were found on the embankment and in the water of Lake Cataouatche by visitors to the area. Morgan was reported missing last Wednesday by his wife, Martha, when he failed to return home for two days after a night out on Monday with his colleagues. It was reported that Morgan’s body was dismembered, and his head took several hours to locate. However, certain body parts are still missing, therefore the lake has been closed off to the public for the foreseeable future. Police are calling in and searching for potential suspects, and give their condolences to Paul’s close family and friends, stating that they are working overtime to bring the killer to justice and prevent any further deaths. Due to the nature and severity of the crime, it is possible that this is another victim of who the public dubs ‘The Bayou Butcher’. The Sheriff strongly encourages people to stick to an early curfew and remain indoors after nightfall, as the safety of the public cannot be guaranteed at this trying time. (More on Page 5)

You went to flip through, but the paper was pulled out your hands by Ollie who wanted to read it.

“You know what I’m thinking?” Allie hissed excitedly as he lowered himself onto the chair at the head of the table between you both. “This could be another Axeman!”

Ollie gasped, eyes sparkling. “Shit, it could!”

You perked up. “Another Axeman? How long has this guy been around?” you asked as you brought your breakfast back in front of you.

Allie turned to you, eyes shining in excitement. “The first body was found in 1927 – and the rest have been popping up every 2-3 months, but this is the first time there’s been two in less than two weeks!”

You narrowed your eyes in thought. “How do you know it’s all one guy?”

At this question he seemed to get more excited, practically vibrating in his seat as he gestured to his twin. “Ollie and I have been collecting newspaper clippings on every murder that’s happened, and we’ve tried to eliminate any outliers – like, different weapons, ones that are bleedin’ obvious who did it – the rest all have the same MO: they never find the whole body.” He yammered on at light speed, emphasising each word with a loud thump of his finger prodding the table. “Sometimes it’s not obvious, I think they try to throw the police off by going for something small – like a finger – but there’s always something missing, and we know it’s them.”

You frowned. “Them?”

He shrugged. “Could be a woman.” You raised an eyebrow. “What!? I don’t discriminate! Women can be scary!” You slowly sat back in your seat, staring your cousin down. He pointed at you as he looked at his brother with wide eyes. “See!? You wouldn’t be surprised if she dragged a body in?”

Ollie swallowed the food he was chewing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she caused the second Great Fire of London because someone stole her food.” He said nonchalantly, before casually returning to his toast.

“Exactly!” cried Allie. “No wonder the government wants you all nice and buttoned up in a strait jacket!”

Dropping your fork with a clatter, you looked up at him in shock, mouth hanging open. He froze, quickly realising what he had said, and his face slowly scrunched up as he cringed.

“Too far?” he squeaked meekly as he glanced at you. “Sorry.”

Pouting, you glared silently before picking your fork back up.

A few moments of silence passed, before Ollie decided he had experienced enough of the dampened mood. “You know,” he began, catching your attention again. “We think the body parts aren’t just missing for the sake of it.”

“Oh?” you tilted your head, intrigued again.

He looked you directly in the eye. “We think they’re eating them.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oo yummy, like a cannibal?” you queried, eyes darting to Allie, who perked back up, nodding. “So… there’s a cannibalistic serial killer running around New Orleans?”

Allie pointed a finger. “Serial killer, yes. Cannibal, possibly. We don’t actually have any proper evidence for that. I’m also going to skip the ‘yummy’ part, cuz I know you would never willingly consume human flesh.”

“You would be correct,” you confirmed with an amused smile, before glancing at the two. “Has mum ever suggested that you two should consider joining the police force?”

All you got were two matching cheshire grins in response.

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After cleaning up your food, and disappointing the twins because no, you didn’t bring your serial killer books to America with you, because you didn’t want to be judged by the luggage inspectors on the ferry, besides, Jack the Ripper got a little boring after a while.

Even though it was interesting to learn about the current events of the city you were staying in, the subject of said current events did end up putting you on edge when you travelled to work that morning, with you clutching your bag a little tighter, and intensely staring down anyone who looked at you a little odd on the tram. It even got to the point where you had stepped off the tram, and spent the ten minute walk between there and the shop glancing down any alleyways as subtle as you could, even though you knew you would spot anyone against the white snow that reflected the morning sun into your poor, suffering eyes anyway.

Unlocking the shop doors, you stepped in, stomping the snow off of your boots on the mat before picking it up and shaking it off outside. Crossing the threshold of the room, you ducked under the rug into the kitchen, shrugging off your scarf and coat and hanging them up on the pegs.

You were just dusting off the old grandfather clock that was slotted between the shelves of smaller antique clocks when a knock echoed through the shop. Jumping slightly, you lowered the feather duster in your hand and looked over your shoulder to see the same mailman from Friday waving at you through the window in the door, his smile growing as you made eye contact with him . Placing the duster down, you quickly strode over to the door, twisting the locks before pulling it open and sticking you head through the gap.

“I do apologise Miss,” he began after you said hello. “I hate to interrupt you whilst your still getting ready to open, but my boss handed some priority mail to me – said I had to get it to you as soon as I could.” He held a letter out in front of you.

Frowning, confused, you slowly reached out and took the letter from his hands. “Okayyy…” Turning the letter around you came across some very familiar hand writing:

‘To Mr LeBlanc’s Employee.’

“Oh god.” You groaned quietly, your shoulders slumping. This could turn out to be quite nasty if this was going the way you thought it would.

The mailman glanced between the letter and your very prominent grimace. “Is everything alright?” he asked, concern shining in his eyes.

“Yea! Yea,” you breathed, glancing around the street with the dwindling hope that your client would show up to pick up his parcel, but the letter in your hand said otherwise. “Everything’s fine. Just some very small business issues.”

He glanced at your face again, and went to open his mouth, but hesitated, seemingly switching what he was going to say. “Well, uh, I hope everything goes well, ma’am. I’ll see you around?”

You nodded, still staring down the street. “Yea, sure. See you around.” You said distractedly. Quickly giving him a strained smile, you stepped back to close the door, and the man tipped his cap at you again before strolling away.

Walking over to the counter, you slumped onto the stool with a groan, chucking the letter down in front of you. Leaning your elbows on the surface, you rested your forehead against your palms as you glared at the words inked onto the paper. The way it was addressed to you already screamed passive-aggressive, and you hated confronting anything or anyone with a passion, and you certainly didn’t want to confront this Boudreaux guy because you denied his mum a Christmas present. With a loud whine, you slammed your head onto the counter before blindly patting the surface until you felt the thick paper and slowly dragged it towards you. Sitting back up, you held the seemingly innocent envelope in front of you, and stared at it for a couple more moments, before you couldn’t take it anymore and tore it open.

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December 7 th, 1929

To the Employee of Mr LeBlanc,

I hope this letter has found you in post haste. I am deeply upset that you lack the skills of radio repair, after all it is a growing medium that most should be learning at this point. Therefore I have come to the conclusion that I will refuse your rejection. The fliers you put out stated very clearly that you could repair ANY object, and it would be very disappointing for people to hear that it no longer has that skill to offer, since the only other option for radio repair during these trying times is a very unpleasant experience with that owner I mentioned.

I do hope my Mother’s radio will be fixed on time, I do hate to disappoint her. If Mr LeBlanc does not recover within the period, or you have any queries about the repair, please call the number I have written below.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Best Wishes,

Mr A. Boudreaux

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If your mouth hung open any further than you would be catching every insect that resided in the swamps surrounding the town.

Was this guy fucking for real??

You scoffed slightly. Then again. Eventually you scoffing spiralled into manic laughter as you guffawed at the audacity that this man thought he had. With wide eyes, you slammed the paper down back onto the counter, staring over at the wall because if you looked at those words any longer you would probably end up tracking this man down so you could shove his mother’s radio up his ass along with the fat metal rod that apparently already resided there.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed back the stool and stood up, deciding you needed you reset your mind before the first customers came in. Marching back to the kitchen, you spent the next five minutes sat in the middle of the floor, waiting for the kettle to boil as you very angrily stuffed the blueberry muffin you had brought in your mouth. You glanced at the clock and pouted as you realised you only had 15 minutes before you had to put on your best customer-friendly expression despite the metaphorical grey cloud that thundered above your head.

Thinking for a moment, you shot back up, chucking the muffin case as you strode back through to the counter, and snatched the letter up, marching back to the kitchen over to the rotary phone on the table in the corner. Picking up the handset, you pressed it to your ear as you spun the number written out on the paper in front of you.

It rang for a moment, and you tried to picture the man who would – hopefully – receive your call. You expected to hear the gruff voice of some 50 year old, that would start yelling down the line about how incompetent you were, especially when he found out you were a woman, before you heard a crackle as it was picked up and a polite and much younger sounding “Hello?” came through.

You froze for a moment, your vision of some rude, old guy whooshed away at the voice of a much younger, more spritely man, and you pictured someone like the mailman, until you heard a louder, drawn out “Hellooo?”, the man on the other end seemingly becoming amused at your lack of response.

Snapping yourself out of the character builder you had in your mind, you quickly spoke. “Hello, do I happen to be talking to–”

“Oh, I am sorry, my dear.” You blinked as you were interrupted. “But I do believe you’ve accidentally called an American number!” The man said chipperly, though there was a condescending undertone – his amusement clearly growing at the thought of your apparent mistake. You guessed it was when he heard your accent.

“I- what?” you stammered down the receiver.

“Oh you poor thing.” He simpered over the line like some fake grandma comforting you after you tripped over. He was clearly having fun – you could just picture the fake pout he was putting on. “Like I said, I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”

No, this was definitely the right one. His attitude over the phone matched his attitude in the letter precisely.

You could hear him being to move to put the phone down, and you quickly called out. “WAIT NO!!” you cried, on the verge of an outrage. “I definitely put the right number in! Now, am I or am I not speaking to a Mister Boudreaux?”

“Oh! Do pardon me.~” He practically sing-songed. Oh, so now he was willing to listen? “Yes that is I, and to who do I owe the pleasure to be called by an English dame such as yourself?” the fake flirtatious tone had you picturing the faceless man laid on his front, kicking his legs as he twirled the coil between his fingers. You pushed that amusing thought down, however, when you caught sight of the piece of paper in your hand.

“I got your letter.”

“Ah,” It was like a switch was flipped, the man’s tone darkening slightly. “I see.”

Rereading the words this guy had put down, you could barely control yourself, and you pictured the time your mother had marched you down the lane to the house of a boy in your school year. That boy had given you a large bruise on your forehead, and instead of telling you that he did it because he fancied you, your mum decided to give him and his family the verbal lashing of your life. ‘I’m not raising you to snap at the slightest pressure like those London lasses, my love’, she had said, ‘You’re gonna go down kicking and screaming like it’s the last thing you’ll do’.

And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.

“Right,” you began, your Yorkshire accent coming on full force. “I’m gonna need you t’ open yer lug ole, lad, cuz I dunno how you lot do customer service over here in America, but bein’ passive aggressive t’ someone who’s literally done nowt to deserve the absolute shite you’ve just given me makes you out t’ be a right knob’ead, you hear me?” You reprimanded. “If you don’t get your arse down to the shop by the end of the week, I’m putting ya mum’s radio down as unclaimed and selling it t’ the next person I see!”

You quickly slammed the phone down, too fuming to hear anything that Mr Boudreaux had to say. The only reason you felt a little guilty was that you knew nothing about this guy’s mum – she could be the sweetest woman in the world, and you just up and went and threatened to sell her possession! Though, with the way her son behaved, you would be surprised if she turned out to be just like him. Ugh, then you would be dealing with two of them.

Letting out a sigh, you picked up the phone again, instead dialling the phone number pinned to the corkboard on the wall. It rang for longer this time, and when it picked up you received a very loud coughing fit. When it died down, you finally spoke.

“Ralph I need your help.” You groaned, plopping yourself down on the spindly chair next to you with a defeated sigh.

“I’ve got the worst customer in the world.”

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ladyannemarie5 · 5 months

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Geraskier Mamma Mia!AU

I started reading a wonderful fic on ao3 with the Mamma Mia theme titled "It's a Game We Play" by BambiRex (Geraskier/ Yennskier/ Radskier) and remembered I had a similar idea in my drafts with Jaskier, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert, so here it is.

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Geralt, Eskel and Lambert live and run Kaer Morhen in the mountains, a residence for retired soldiers or those who simply can't find a home. The three brothers have been in charge of the place since Vesemir retired a few years ago and with them, the place has blossomed to welcome their brothers in arms in a calm and relaxed atmosphere.

Ciri, Geralt's adopted daughter is a lovely teenager whose love and devotion lies with her father, uncles, aunts, grandfather and of course, her favorite singer: Jaskier.

Ever since Ciri met Jaskier when she was in elementary school, her love and obsession for the singer grew more and more each day to the discomfort of her father and uncles.

Every year without fail, Ciri hogs the TV room to watch the entire award season wherever Jaskier goes and that year is no exception.

For some strange reason, Eskel, Lambert and Geralt always accompany Ciri to watch the awards. Their reason, they say, is to make sure the girl doesn't see anything inappropriate on TV. The teenager doesn't complain because she loves telling people about Jaskier and the meaning of his songs.

Jaskier wins the Grammy for Album of the Year for the third year in a row to the delight of everyone present, and his speech changes everyone's life in Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier gives the usual thanks to his friends, collaborators and others, and then thanks that wonderful summer love affair he experienced 10 years ago that was the complete inspiration for his winning album. He wishes the best to that man and says in a worldwide live broadcast that sometimes he still thinks about him.

Ciri, social networks and media go crazy. Geralt, Eskel and Lambert too.

And of course, Lambert opens his mouth to say that he can't believe Buttercup still thinks about him. The mouths of those present open wide and Ciri starts a whole barrage of questions. Lambert confesses and brags that he met Jaskier one summer 10 years ago and they spent a whole wonderful week together. But it doesn't end there, Eskel jumps in to say that if anyone inspired his Lark to write a Grammy winning album it's him, because apparently Eskel also spent a wonderful summer week by the singer's side. Last but not least, Geralt speaks for the first time since they sat down and confesses that he too spent a week with his Bard 10 years ago.

From there begins a friendly fight of who is the winning muse of the great singer Jaskier, everyone starts analyzing lyric by lyric claiming that they are inspired by one of them. Everything is a joke (let's not talk that the 3 morons remember to perfection every moment lived with Jaskier and that sometimes they stay awake until the wee hours of the morning trying to remember more), until Jaskier, the great singer, arrives to Kaer Morhen.

Ciri, fed up with their bickering and excited to be able to reconnect any of the fools with her favorite singer, contacts Jaskier to let him know that he is more than welcome to Kaer Morhen for more inspiration.

Of course, a series of events begins where Jaskier plays with his wolves to keep them from guessing who has been the biggest muse in his life and which songs are for whom.

Spoiler: In my mind and heart, Geralt is the obvious winner.

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Also if you want to take the idea and write it, go ahead. Just remember to tell me so I can read it. The songs I imagine are entirely Taylor Swift songs, but if you have suggestions and for whom, feel free to let me know.

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blubushie · 16 days

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Hi, hope you're having a good day, here's one of my aunt's puppies and frog in a bucket

(Sorry for that last ask, I think i was tring to express a sympathy on "dealing with this thing sucks", pretty sure I fucked it completely, learned I shouldn't send asks after midnight, sorry)

OHOHOHOHOHO

And nah it's fine <3 Tbh just didn't know how to respond cuz I'm in the same boat. I was basically deported and don't have Aussie citizenship despite trying for years and living there most my life lmao. I know exactly how it goes and it's a chore. "There's no demand for shooters" suck my dick I am singlehandedly saving our natural ecosystems rn 😭

Slight rant under cut

ETA: Also I've met too many people who genuinely talked about wanting to get Australian citizenship because of TF2. Because they think Australia is just Sniper or something. Or the best country ever while ignoring the climate change/racism/housing crisis/inflation/price gouging/cost of living/inhospitability/natural disasters/etc. Australia isn't in a good state right now, most people are barely able to survive, and our middle class is practically non-existent. But people see Sniper TF2 and go "omg Aussie..." and decide they wanna be Australian for some fucking reason while literally knowing zack about the country OUTSIDE of how it's portrayed in media. Nothing of us or our culture, they think they know some slang terms or some shit and that's enough to be considered Australian. And that gets on my fucking nerves cuz I'm still tryna get citizenship cuz it's literally my home and I grew up there.

People also only do this with Sniper btw. You don't see people going "I'm gonna move to GERMANY!!" cuz of Medic, or Russia for Heavy, or Texas for Engie, or Boston, or France, or anything else. It's literally just Sniper. This fandom is fucken weird fetishy about Australia sometimes and on rougher days I genuinely wanna leave it because of it. Any time someone says they want Australian citizenship my first question is why? What do you think Australia has/can give you that your home country can't? Too many bad experiences. This goes extra double for countries on the same development scale as Australia—America, Russia, the UK, South Africa, cuz then it's obvious that it's usually more about what they think Australia is like (because of what they've seen in media) rather than them trying to seek a better life/better opportunities elsewhere.

Anyway the amount of people coming into my DMs/inbox going "how do get Aussie citizenship/immigrate" is too damn high. My brother in gaming if I knew how then I wouldn't be stuck in America. And when I know they're in the TF2 fandom it basically always leaves a bad taste in my mouth cuz my kangaboo detector goes ding. So most those asks get deleted

Sorry for the ramble. This has been on my head a while though. I've met too many people who fetishise Australia/Aussies cuz of shit they've seen in media. Hits me in that "white people seeing exotic nature of locals" bone. Australia is still a "wild land" in some people's eyes so naturally people (usually white) wanna come here and be weird about it. And it usually leads to exploitation (see: arguing with First Nations to give up land rights to built fucking houses)

Rant over I'm burnt out lol. None of this is directed at you I'm just explaining why I deleted the ask. Didn't know how to respond + my kangaboo detector went off. So I played it safe

#blu whos

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mais-nerdy-corner · 1 year

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𝕬 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊: 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 𝕬𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖒 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: From an unacquainted grandparent, an abductor's ex-assistant, to the First Sage of Buer, the twins met various people on a fateful day.

Pairing: Alhaitham x Female! Reader

Genre: Angst & fluff

Note: Slight changes have been made to Alhaitham's banner as he has his own stickers now :)

The atmosphere at the Grand Bazaar is always hustling and bustling because of many people active there. Among them were Nilou and the Scribe's daughters, Aqilah and Afiyah.

On that day, they agreed to meet to shop for clothes with Nilou saying 'their clothes are unvaried'. Stopping at a stall, Nilou and Afiyah browsed through their options while Aqilah awkwardly stood on the sidelines.

"What do you think of this one, Afiyah?" Nilou asked.

"That's pretty. Aqilah, what about this one?"

"It suits you, Afiyah."

Nilou noticed the older twin who had pushed herself aside. She asked, "Aren't you going to look for some new clothes, Aqilah?"

"No thanks. I'm happy with the clothes I already have."

"Oh, do you want me to pick some out for you?"

"No."

"Do you want Afiyah to pick them out for you?"

"No thank you."

Nilou grumbled a bit, today should be the day they all have fun, not just the two of them. Suddenly an idea popped up in her mind.

"Now this, I'm finally happy with."

The three girls walked back to the Zubayr Theater stage with their goodies in hand. It was what Aqilah expected, but what she didn't expect was that she would also carry one herself.

"I can't believe you told the shop owner to pick out a outfit for me. I specifically told you that I'm happy with my own clothes and I didn't want to buy anything. The fact that you told her behind my back doesn't make it any better," she protested.

"Well, you didn't tell me not to ask the owner. So, that's on you. I played you at your own game. Plus, it never hurts to try on the clothes the shop owner chose," Nilou reasoned.

"..."

"...You're right. You got me there, well played."

Nilou smiled in victory as Afiyah giggled at the sight of her sister's sense of defeat. She saw several people moving crates into a shop, which seemed to be in full swing.

"Hey, looks like a new shop is opening. Do you want to check it out?" Nilou asked.

"No thanks. Besides, it looks like someone is already waiting for us."

They then saw a familiar figure waiting in front of the Zubayr Theater stage.

"Ah, there you are, my lovelies! I was looking for you two. Have you two finished shopping? I need you to come with me."

"Uncle Kaveh...! Good to see you again."

The younger twin ran over to the Palace of Alcazarzaray's architect and gave him a hug, with the Zubayr Theater dancer and her older twin sister following behind.

"Looking for us? Is it something urgent, Uncle Kaveh?" Aqilah questioned.

"Umm, I'll leave that to your judgement... Anyway, there’s someone I’d like you two to meet."

Aqilah and Afiyah looked at each other, wondering who were they meeting. Nilou quickly took note of the situation saying, "Well, I suppose this is the end of our shopping trip. It's nice to hang out with you again."

"Mm-hm! Thanks for accompanying us, Auntie Nilou."

Wait.

What...

What did Afiyah call Nilou just now?

Auntie. ᴀᴜɴᴛɪᴇ. 𝓐𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮. ǝıʇun∀

"..."

"...H–How many times do I have to remind you two? Just call me Nilou, no need to add 'Aunt' or 'Auntie', just Nilou. Or you can also call me Miss Nilou like the others do," Nilou said, clearly flustered.

Aqilah has walked away as Afiyah smiled back at her before running to catch up with her. Kaveh left a message before leaving himself.

"We can't deny the fact that we're aging, Nilou. Enjoy it while it lasts."

Approaching the two story building, Aqilah and Afiyah still stared in awe even after visiting the architect's house several times. The wooden beams added a nice contrast to the white walls, complemented by gold accents, some red and greenery.

"Are these hanging planters a new addition? I don't remember seeing them on our last visit..." Afiyah wondered.

"Ah! Well spotted. Yes, they are new. I plan to put red flowers in them but the florist said they aren't available. Huh, what a pity..."

Kaveh led them into the living room, where they found a man observing objects the architect stored in a glass display cabinet.

"Is this a picture of your magnum opus, Kaveh? The Palace of Alcazarzaray?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. That's the one, the exact same one that caused me to be in debt..." Kaveh answered, his voice trailing off at the end of his sentence ending with a sigh.

"Ohohoho, it's alright, Kaveh. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, look on the bright side. You managed to recover from your situation. I would be more embarrassed if I couldn't repay my debt within fifteen years."

"Ugh, I just love the way you think, Mr. Isamu. You are absolutely correct!"

Kaveh then realized that he's been ignoring the two girls he invited over, with Afiyah innocently blinking and Aqilah giving him the death stare.

"Uhh... Sorry about that, girls... Come, have a seat."

The twins sat across from the man believed to be Mr. Isamu, while Kaveh sat beside him.

"Aqilah, Afiyah, this is Mr. Isamu. He's a historian and importer from Liyue. He came to Sumeru for a visit and I offered him to stay at my house as a guest," he introduced.

Mr. Isamu smiled at them and they nodded back. He has a warm aura around him, which strangely made Aqilah and Afiyah comfortable even though he was a complete stranger.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I have guests! Excuse me, Mr. Isamu. I'll go make some tea. You guys talk in the meantime," Kaveh said, excusing himself.

After he left, the atmosphere in the room was silent and very awkward. Aqilah and Afiyah were confused on what to talk about with Mr. Isamu.

'A historian from Liyue...' they both thought at the same time.

"Aqilah... and... Afiyah, was it?"

"Y–Yes, sir..." Aqilah stammered.

"Now, now, you don't need to be so formal. Tell me, do you have an idea of who I really am?" he said.

"We do... But, we try not to get our hopes up..." Afiyah took turns answering.

"Well, how about I tell you this to confirm your preconceptions?"

All their attention was focused on Mr. Isamu. They prepared themselves to hear his answer. Seeing the movement of his lips and hearing his voice, their eyes were slightly widened and their mouths slightly gaping.

"I am your grandfather."

"Come on, Grandpa! Come on!"

After their meeting and their conversation at the Palace of Alcazarzaray's architect's house, they headed to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to meet Nahida. As they made their way up the steep path, Afiyah excitedly ran while Aqilah and Mr. Isamu walked.

"Slow down, Afiyah. You know that Grandfather wasn't as fit as he was when he was younger," Aqilah said.

"It's alright, Aqilah. Let her be, let her enjoy her youth. You too, enjoy your youth."

"Yes, Grandfather."

They went to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to discuss more about Zaleos and the Isles of Etsumi, since all the knowledge is kept with Mr. Isamu.

(Flashback)

"So you've met the God of Wisdom in person?"

Afiyah smiled at her sister before looking back at her grandfather, keeping the smile on her face.

"That's true," Aqilah said.

"We've been having weekly study sessions with her, researching and discussing our theories on Zaleos and the Isles of Etsumi," Afiyah added.

"Since now you're here, would you like to go meet her?"

(Flashback ends)

Standing before the large door, Afiyah was about enter as per usual. But her way was blocked by her sister's outstretched arm.

"Halt. She has guests over. We shouldn't just enter at will," Aqilah said.

"Then, what should we do? Grandpa is here already, we can't just turn around."

"It's alright, you two. My time in Sumeru is still long, we can come back tomorrow. Come on."

Aqilah and Afiyah looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They were about to reluctantly leave the Sanctuary of Surasthana, when all of a sudden a voice popped into their head.

"I can hear your voices from behind the door. Come on in."

They both turned around, the younger twin slightly more excited than the older twin. Mr. Isamu seemed a little confused by the voice that also appeared in his head.

"Did... Did you two hear that? Was that...?"

"Mm-hm, that's her. Let's go."

(Inside the Sanctuary of Surasthana)

"Excuse us!"

Afiyah leisurely walked into the Sanctuary of Surasthana with Aqilah and Mr. Isamu following behind. Reaching the center, they saw that Nahida was with two other people.

"Hello, you two. Is it time for our study session?" she asked.

"We're not here for that, Nahida," Aqilah said.

The Dendro Archon wondered what the Scribe's older twin daughter meant, until she looked at the person behind them.

"Oh! You must be their grandfather. It's nice to finally meet you! I hope you don't mind me borrowing your scroll and dictionary their father had gifted me."

"Not at all, Lesser Lord Kusanali...! As long as I can share knowledge with others, I don't mind."

"Please, just call me Nahida. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Isamu, m'lady."

Aqilah and Afiyah felt like they were a third wheel seeing their grandfather's closeness with the Dendro Archon, even though they had just met. So did the two people who spoke to Nahida earlier.

Come to think of it, why did they seem so familiar? Blonde hair, fiery-gold eyes, and a white haired floating companion... Where had the twins heard of them? Hmm...

"Oh! I almost forgot about it! I forgot to introduce you to each other. Aqilah, Afiyah, this is the Traveler and Paimon. They were one of the people who saved me from the Sages," Nahida said.

"I thought so. Nice to meet you," said Aqilah briefly.

On the other hand, Afiyah had more to say, "It's nice to finally meet you. I want to thank you so much for saving Nahida from the previous Sages. It means a lot to us and the people of Sumeru."

"O–Oh...! Y–You're welcome...! It's been a while since Paimon hear something like this..." the floating companion said.

Afiyah giggled at the Traveler's cute floating friend. The First Sage of Buer seemed preoccupied with their thoughts, feeling a sense of familiarity with the two girls. They were sure that they had never met them, but still why?

"Traveler."

A voice suddenly popped into the Traveler's head, causing them to look at the owner herself, Nahida.

"I know what you're thinking. Do you want me to give you an answer to your curiosity?"

The Traveler nodded. "Please do," they said.

"Hehe, alright then. Just so you know, they are Alhaitham's daughters."

The Traveler's eyes widened, and this didn't go unnoticed by the older twin.

"You told them something didn't you, Nahida?" Aqilah asked.

"Hehe, I don't know. May~be," teased the Dendro Archon.

"Huh? Were you two having a secret conversation just now? Ugh, how many times has Paimon told you? Let her in on it!"

Nahida laughed as the Traveler apologized and whispered something to their floating companion's ear.

"Wait! So you're saying... that they're Alhaitham's—"

The Traveler quickly covered Paimon's mouth with their hand, but it seemed that their efforts were too late.

"If that's what you call whispering, you've done such a terrible job at it," Aqilah said.

"Oh, um... Yeah, Paimon's been told that..."

Suddenly, a sense of familiarity clicked in Paimon's mind.

'Huh? Wait... Why does Paimon feel like she had this conversation before?'

Paimon then recalled the time when they had been invited to Alhaitham's house.

(Flashback)

"You...! You don't understand anything! Stop criticizing my taste in decoration!"

Kaveh walked away after another bickering session with Alhaitham. He seemed rather upset as he seclude himself in a room, completely forgetting about the painting he was trying to put up.

'Kaveh seems to be upset again...' thought the Traveler.

"Paimon can't tell which of them is more problematic... Let's just get this over with and leave..."

"I blame your curiosity, Paimon..."

Alhaitham who heard Paimon's words didn't hesitate to comment, "You whisper very loudly."

"Oh, um... Yeah, Paimon's been told that..."

(Flashback ends)

'Huh, so it's true! They really are similar to each other,' Paimon concluded.

"Wait, so you know our father?" Afiyah asked.

"Of course they do! Now that everyone's familiar with each other, how about you all go out and have a chat? Me and Mr. Isamu have something to discuss."

(Outside the Sanctuary of Surasthana)

"How did you come to know of my father?"

"Huh?"

The Traveler and Paimon were a little dumbfounded by the older twin's question, given she was not one to talk.

"How did you first meet my father? What was the first impression you got from him?" Aqilah asked again.

"Well at first, Paimon thought he was a pretty smart guy. But over time, he's even more annoying than Paimon thought! Paimon even wondered how someone like him could become an Acting Grand Sage at that time..."

"Hah, I've heard of that crazy story," Aqilah said.

"So how did it go?" Afiyah took turns asking.

The Traveler recounted everything they experienced during the time Alhaitham became the Acting Grand Sage. At the climax of the story, Afiyah started tearing up towards the end.

"So, all of that... was done because they wanted to get rid of Father...? In what way? By what means...? What did Father do to deserve this...?"

The Traveler and Paimon were stunned to see the Scribe's younger daughter shedding tears. Aqilah took out her handkerchief from her pocket and gave it to Afiyah, who murmured a soft 'thank you' to her sister.

"Sorry... Afiyah gets sensitive whenever we talked about our father, especially with things like this. Though I'm not the most fond of him, at least this is the only thing I can be proud of," Aqilah said.

The Traveler and Paimon could only stare at each other. Their relationship must be very... complicated.

Not long after, Mr. Isamu came out of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

"Well that was an insightful discussion. A— Oh... What happened? Why is Afiyah crying? Did you talk about something sad just now?"

They were silent, unsure of what to say. Mr. Isamu put his hands on his granddaughter's shoulders and said, "It's alright, Afiyah. It's completely alright to cry over something, you are human after all. Humans have emotions and even though I don't know what you guys are talking about, you have every right to do so."

Afiyah began to calm down, wiping away the remaining tears and smiling after hearing her grandfather's comforting words.

"Now then, how about we take a look at the new shop I opened?"

"Wait, this must be the shop Auntie Nilou was talking about earlier."

Aqilah, Afiyah, the Traveler, Paimon and Mr. Isamu were in front of a new shop situated in the Grand Bazaar. The shop's foreign name caught the Traveler and Paimon's attention.

"Etsumian Goods... Doesn't sound like anything familiar in Paimon's head. We've been to many places in Teyvat like Dragonspine, the Golden Apple Archipelago, the Chasm, heck even Enkanomiya and yet this name feels so foreign. Mr. Isamu, is this a new shop or do you have other branches with the same name?" Paimon said.

"I'm glad you asked, Paimon. You see, the Isles of Etsumi's biggest export are its gemstones. Our gemstones are in high demand among people across Teyvat, but are more often sold by shops not affiliated with the Isles of Etsumi. This is our first independently run shop. Now, there is one thing you need to know about gemstones from the Isles of Etsumi that set them apart from other gems. Unlike other gemstones in general, where you know the type the moment you mine it, the Isles of Etsumi's gemstones takes time to develop the color. Give it a few days and its milky white base will turn to the most stunning of colors," Mr. Isamu explained.

Suddenly, he decided to add an interesting story to his explanation, "As a matter of fact, that bracelet you are wearing, Aqilah, is made of precious stones from the Isles of Etsumi. I remember commissioning a jeweler from there as your mother's birthday present. Seeing its condition, it seems that your mother rarely wears it and keeps it well for other purposes."

Aqilah's eyes widened hearing her grandfather's words. Her attention was immediately drawn to the jewelery on her wrist.

"Is that true, Grandfather? This bracelet... belonged to my mother?"

"Of course, I remember it all too well. It was a gift for her eleventh birthday but I commissioned it when your mother was younger," said Mr. Isamu.

Unknowingly, Aqilah's hand came closer to her chest while she caressed the gem on the bracelet as if it was the dearest thing she own. Meanwhile, Afiyah's mind is still stuck on the mysterious color changing of the Isles of Etsumi gemstones.

"Grandpa, how is it possible?" Afiyah asked out of curiosity.

"I'm not entirely sure. It has always been that way since the moment we discovered it. Some say that it is the result of Zaleos' powers when she created the islands. I can't give you an exact answer, Afiyah."

The Traveler and Paimon who had been listening to their conversation from the start were confused by another new name that was brought up, the Isles of Etsumi.

"The Isles of Etsumi?! We've been all over Teyvat but we just heard about this place. Where is it located? Paimon can't believe we missed this place!" Paimon said.

"Well, it's only natural if you miss the Isles of Etsumi. Because, it doesn't exist on the general map of Teyvat. Only maps made by the people there suggest its existence."

"It what?! Does this mean that even Alice doesn't know of the Isles of Etsumi? Ugh, Paimon's running out of brain juice... Quick, Traveler! Paimon needs something really tasty to restore her brain juice!"

"Haha, don't worry Paimon. There's must something in our shop that can help you with that. Come on in."

(Inside the shop)

Paimon's eyes roamed around, in search of something edible to eat. There were gemstones everywhere, in all sorts of colors. Paimon was about to give up until she settled on a part of the shop.

"Ooh! Paimon like the looks of these! Oh wait... umm, are these edible?"

Mr. Isamu caught up with the floating companion to see what she had found, the candy display.

"Of course they are. Our kohakutou and rock candy may look like crystals, but they are perfectly edible. Would you like some tea to accompany your sweets?"

Suddenly, a shop worker approached Mr. Isamu. "Your– Ehem, Mr. Isamu. I don't mean to be rude but, who are these people?" he asked.

"They are special customers. Please, whatever they choose, it will be free of charge. I will compensate for the loss."

Elsewhere in the shop, the Traveler and Afiyah looked at the supposedly 'color changing' gemstones. They are wrapped up with parchment paper and placed in wooden crates.

"Are you interested in our 'mystery' stones, Traveler? You can choose whatever you like and we will wrap it up for you."

The Traveler was startled by Mr. Isamu's sudden appearance. "I'm just having a look," they said.

Paimon came over with her goodies, she looked so happy she could probably eat all of them in one sitting.

"Hey! Are you done yet? Paimon's got all her goodies and Paimon can't wait to eat them! Also, there should be enough for you and your sibling."

"Oh right! You have a sibling, don't you? Then here," Mr. Isamu paused as he picked two random 'mystery' stones and gave them to the Traveler, "Have these. And don't worry, they're on the house."

After saying goodbye and seeing the Traveler off, Aqilah, Afiyah and Mr. Isamu went for a walk on the streets of Sumeru City. Afiyah and Mr. Isamu walked in front with Aqilah trailing behind. She seemed a bit preoccupied with her thoughts as Aqilah continued to hold the bracelet on her wrist.

Afiyah seemed to notice that her sister was slowly getting left behind.

"Aqilah? Is everything alright?" she asked as she turned around.

Afiyah's questioning snapped Aqilah out of whatever she was feeling/thinking.

"...Yes, of course. Don't mind me, I'm fine."

"...If you say so."

Afiyah turned around and continued walking with Mr. Isamu. But soon, she heard a loud crash that made her turn around again. Along with the sound, Afiyah realized Aqilah's disappearance.

"Aqilah?" she called out. "Where did she go?"

"The sound came from over there. Let's go find her," Mr. Isamu said.

The two of them went around Sumeru City before finding Aqilah behind a building, tackling a middle-aged woman.

(Later, at Puspa Café)

Aqilah, Afiyah, Mr. Isamu and the women sat down at a table outside of Puspa Café. Mr. Isamu drank his coffee, Afiyah looked worriedly at Aqilah, while she stared intently at the woman who was silent.

"So you're not going to talk, are you? Don't you realize that you're making things more difficult for yourself? Speak up, or we're going to have some problems," the older twin spoke with venom in her voice.

Mr. Isamu was about to tell Aqilah to go easy on the women, but Afiyah held him back. She knew when her sister was angry, she was really angry.

Aqilah scoffed when the woman remained silent. She slammed her hands on the table, shocking those around her.

"Let me get this straight: You think it's normal for a stranger to follow two sisters and their grandfather around Sumeru City? Well you are gravely mistaken. You better give us an explanation, because you have no right to remain silent."

The atmosphere was tense, but it wasn't long before the woman finally spoke up.

"We aren't exactly strangers. I know you, to some extent," she said.

Her words shocked the three of them, however Aqilah was more amused.

"Oh? How so?"

"..."

"...I don't know if this will ring a bell. But just so you know, my name is Najwa."

Hearing that name suddenly made Aqilah's head spin. As she held her head, Aqilah thought back to the time she visited the Bimarstan.

(Flashback)

Aqilah came to the Bimarstan after getting an invitation from Golshan. They sat outside to talk over tea.

"Why did you ask me to come here, Aunt Golshan? You know I'm too old for my usual medical check-up."

"You're right. You are too old for such things. Sorry, I just wanted to see you. So how are you?"

(A little while later)

"Aunt Golshan. I know you've told the story of my mother's death several times, but there's something that intrigues me. Is there something you haven't told me?"

Aqilah's question made Golshan speechless as she put down her tea cup. After a moment of contemplation, Golshan couldn't help but have to tell it.

"Everything I've told you before has something to do with you, so what I'm going to tell you is a little personal to me. Back when I was an intern doctor, I had a senior named Najwa. She is truly the most wonderful and smartest person I have ever met, and I look up to her. Until, she decided to leave Sumeru. I didn't know for what reason at first, but after finding out during the kidnapping incident of your mother, I felt betrayed. It turns out that all this time, she has been working with..."

(Flashback ends)

"You... You're the one that Aunt Golshan told me about... You were the one that helped that psycho of a Fatui Harbinger... You are one of the reasons why my sister and I can't meet our mother...!"

Aqilah had risen from her seat and Afiyah went to comfort her, with tears flowing and emotions uncontrollable. Mr. Isamu, who had been silent and listening all along, had connected the dots.

"So, your mother... isn't here anymore, is she? Turns out I was right," he said.

Afiyah, who was on the floor with Aqilah, looked up at her grandfather.

"So, Grandpa, you knew all along?" she asked.

"I had a hunch, but I needed something to confirm it. I noticed your mother's lack of presence. No wonder Aqilah was talking in past tense earlier..."

Aqilah, now calmer, wiped away her tears and had something to say, "We can take you to her grave later. But for now, we must deal with this woman."

"..."

"I came here to apologize but I don't know how to approach you. I understand that a simple apology won't forgive the sins I have committed, but at least I have tried. I did what he said because I was scared. I was afraid he would harm my family. He has helped me and my family in the past, and the least I could do to repay him was to work for him. I knew it was wrong, but I've never felt more guilty when I heard about your mother's death."

(A flashback that's written from Najwa's POV)

I had told Lord Dottore that I would be staying in Sumeru for a few days to visit my family, with the agreement that I 'should be back soon'. He has left Sumeru to return to the motherland accompanied by several Fatui soldiers.

Was I so convincing that he agreed to let me stay here a little longer? Well, I am not lying either since I stayed at my family's house, but it was a lot shorter.

As I was walking on the streets of Sumeru City wearing my long cloak, I quickly hid behind a building when I heard a crowd of people coming. When I took a peek to see what was going on, there seemed to be a funeral procession.

'Huh, it's just a funeral procession,' I thought.

That's the first thing I thought, I thought it was just a normal one. But I was so wrong. The General Mahamatra also attended the funeral, and another thing...

'It's that guy...! I made eye contact with him when escaping from Lord Dottore's secret laboratory.'

(Flashback and Najwa's POV ends)

"How could I ever forget those distinct gray hair and striking light turquoise eyes? They were so soulless that day, constantly reminding me of the sins I had committed. Not only have I helped take someone's life, but also taken someone who is loved by others."

The three bereaved fell silent, allowing the woman to continue speaking.

"So, I... I deeply apologize for the loss. I won't expect that you will forgive me but I will do anything to get your forgiveness. Whether it's punishment, money or even my life I will–"

"Enough."

Afiyah, Mr. Isamu and Najwa were a little surprised by Aqilah's interruption. She sat back in her chair and propped her head up.

"Killing you will not bring my mother back. It's useless," she said.

The three of them fell silent. Aqilah was right, it is indeed useless.

"However, there is one thing you can do to earn my forgiveness."

"What is it? Please, tell me! Like I said, I would do anything!"

It was Aqilah's turn to be silent, and this made Afiyah and Mr. Isamu worried. They didn't know what punishment Aqilah would give, and how brutal it would be. When she was about to give her final answer, they were nervous.

"Keep living, and do good. If I catch you doing otherwise, I will not hesitate to kill you."

They were stunned once again, but also proud and relieved. Najwa was even moved to tears.

"Oh, thank goodness... Don't worry, Aqilah. I swear with my life to keep your promise."

[Author's Note]: I had to re-do the last part because of the not so good internet connection. But hey, it's finally done! *cue the author's celebration dance* 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Publication date: February 20th 2023

Taglist: @sunsethw4 @elernity @luningningtala @qaiserarchive @ceylestia

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 8

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"Ok, Lola. Are you ready for your present?"

"Yes!"

"The first part is here" I say, giving her a tablet.

"What do I do?"

"Just press play."

"Hello Lola, Merry Christmas!"

"Oh my God, it's Mason!" she screams.

"I hope you are enjoying the holidays with your family, give them all a hug from me. To your untie too" he says with a wink. "Anyway, I've heard that you now have a new favourite player, that I don't own that honour anymore. But I am not mad, don't worry."

"How does he..."

"Keep watching" I tell her.

"I still think I'm better than him, but hey" Mason shrugs. "You should know that he feels very lucky to be your favourite player now, but what if he tells you himself? Dec, come here!"

"Hello mate. And hello Lola, Merry Christmas" Declan says, showing up next to Mason. "Hope you are good."

"She's having a heart attack" my dad laughs.

"Thank you for choosing me as your favourite player, I hope I don't disappoint you."

"Nah, you won't" Mason says.

"Thanks bro" Declan chuckles. "So, we have a little gift for you and your family, Lola."

"This" Mason says, showing some tickets on camera.

"We would love it if you all came to watch us play on Boxing Day, maybe even have a chat after the game" Declan says.

"No way!" Lola screams, her eyes growing wider and wider.

"And when we say the whole family, we mean all of you. You too, auntie" Mason says with a smile, making me roll my eyes. Again, because I have already watched the video. I wanted to make sure they didn't say anything stupid.

"I look forward to meeting you, Lola" Declan says.

"And Merry Christmas!" both of them say at the same time, the video ending with that.

"Auntie... Is this true? Are we going to the West Ham-Chelsea?"

"We are" I say, showing her the tickets.

"Oh my God!" she screams again, jumping at me to hug me.

"You are like the best aunt ever. Ever, ever, ever!"

"Thank you, Lola. But if you keep squeezing me like that, I won't be the best aunt for too long" I chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry. Are you coming too?"

"I am. And I am wearing my Mount shirt. If I can find it."

"You'll wear Mason's, and I'll wear Declan's! We'll be matching! Isn't that perfect, mum?"

"It is, darling" she says, looking at me and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

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"I can't believe you kept all this from me, you little bitch!" Monica says, hitting my arm.

"Ouch!"

"You deserve it! I thought that after everything you went through over the summer, you would share something like this with me! Like, you freaking met again, and it actually was a coincidence!"

"I know."

"And things weren't weird! You behaved normal!"

"We did" I say.

"Urgh, Dani! You know what this means, right? You are getting a second chance! This is what I told you! If destiny brings you back together, it's because you belong together!"

"Aren't you getting a bit too excited?"

"Maybe I am, yes. But I am just so happy for you! This was the reason why you had that little smile these past days!"

"What?"

"You probably haven't noticed, but I have. I know you better than yourself, remember?"

"I just... Ok. Yes. Maybe since we met again, I feel like this weight on my chest has lifted."

"Ah!" Monica says, hugging me just like Lola did.

"I would like to be able to go to that match. Can you please let go?"

"Yes, yes, sorry. I can't wait to see you with his shirt. Imagine if he scores and dedicates you the goal!"

"He has a girlfriend." One with whom he may be having trouble judging by the way his face changed at the bookstore when I mentioned her, but his girlfriend still.

"He has. But he also has feelings for you. He wouldn't have gotten us those tickets and recorded that video if he didn't."

"You think?"

"Yes, I do. Now let's go find that shirt, God knows where you put it. It will definitely need a good ironing."

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“Lola, darling. Breathe” my sister chuckles.

“Yes, yes, sorry. I just can’t believe I am meeting you!” she says to Declan. After the game, they did as promise and met us to have a chat. Though so far, only Declan and Lola are talking.

“Would you like me to sign your shirt?” Declan asks her.

“I would love that! Do we have a pen?”

“I don’t. Dani?” Monica asks me.

“Nope.”

“It’s ok, I’m sure someone has one in the changing room. Why don’t you guys come with me? I can give you a little tour” Declan offers.

“Yes! Can we, mum?”

“Of course. Dad?”

“That would be nice. Daniela?” he asks me.

“I…”

“I think she should wait here with Mason” Declan says. “Someone has to stay with him, I don’t want him to get lost.”

“I’m not a child, Dec” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but do you remember what happened the last time you came? You got lost. I trust Daniela, I’m sure she can take care of you. Shall we, guys?”

“Wait, what?” I say. But before I can properly protest, they all are gone and it is just Mason and I standing in the middle of a corridor.

“He did that on purpose.”

“You think?” I say, rolling my eyes. “Do you at least know where the exit is? We can wait for them outside.”

“It is freezing cold outside. Why don’t we wait at the bar?”

“Ok, fine.”

“My shirt looks really nice on you” Mason says after walking in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Thank you” I reply, looking anywhere but at him. “Are you sure you know where we are going?”

“Yeah, we are… shit” he says when we make it to an emergency exit.

“Dear God, Mason. We are lost.”

“No, we are not. We are just a bit…”

“Lost?” I chuckle.

“We’ll find our way back, don’t worry. We just have to follow the same route but backwards.”

“Do you remember it?”

“I…”

“We are lost. They are going to close the stadium with us inside.”

“Nah, Dec and your family would not allow that.”

“What? After setting us up? C’mon, Mason. You aren’t that stupid.”

“Wait, did you just compliment me?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“And was that a smile? Oh, my God. It’s a late Christmas miracle!”

“Shut up!” I say, hitting his arm.

“She’s mean and she’s violent. Wow.”

“This is nothing compared with what I can do. Besides basketball, I also did some karate when I was a kid.”

“Did you?” he says with a smile that makes his dimple pop, making me want to kiss it. Wait, what? “You are staring.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are staring. At my mouth. Do you want to kiss me?” he says, taking a step closer.

“I wasn’t staring at your mouth, I was just looking at your cheek. And why would I want to kiss you?”

“I don’t know” he shrugs, taking another step forward and getting closer to me. “Maybe you were thinking about my car in Portugal.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure. Then why are you blushing?”

“I am not blushing.”

“Yes, you are Daniela. Your cheeks,” he says, touching my face and making my heart skip a bit “are as red as United’s shirt.”

“They are not” I whisper.

“I want to kiss you” he says, his face very close to mine while his thumb caresses my cheek.

“And I don’t want you to kiss me.”

“Because you want to kiss me?”

“I don’t kiss people I don’t like.”

“Sure” he says, his lips brushing against mine.

“Mason…”

“That’s my name.”

“I…” And I’m not able to say anything else. I can’t resist it anymore, and I kiss him.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

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Kiya, for the ask game : "Send me a character and I'll tell you my ", can I ask for Miwa (JJK) or RockLock (BNHA) or Haru (Balance Unlimited)? Thx :D

I gotta go with my man, Rock Lock. It's been a while since I have and come on. Y'all know what month it is?!

My first impression: Bro asked about why kids were at a meeting about the yakuza and my first thought was "you have asked a very sensible question, I think I'm going to like you very much". I was right.

My impression now: Oh, Rock Lock is definitely in the top ten of my favorite MHA characters and after Miruko, he is my favorite Pro Hero.

Favorite thing about that character: I already took to him because of his personality. But I definitely admired the fact we have a family man here. I'm a sucker for badass dads who love their families.

Least favorite thing: My guy deserves more shine, just saying. Also, the fact that his wife and son don't have first names. I wanna know their names!

Favorite line/scene: Other than the hospital scene, which I'll talk about later, I gotta say his debut is one of my favorite scenes and I like this line he says "U.A. students or not, kids are kids. Of course I was worried about 'em." To me, it reflects that Rock Lock does have a caring heart. Even after that bit, he acknowledges that younger heroes like Midoriya just need room to shine to show what they're capable of. He's a guy who won't act like he doesn't care. He'll admit he's worried, but he'll still support you like an good person... a good parent will do.

Favorite interaction that character has with another: I want a whole segment of Rock Lock with his family. That hospital scene where his wife comes in running and crying with their son and how she just hugs him and the way he hugs back touched my heart so much! It's crazy to me, now that I'm thinking about it,screening! Pro Hero can I think of with a loving marriage and they barely have had screentime! Everyone else is either single or if they are married, there's problems (Endeavor and Captain Celebrity).

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: I wish, how I wish, him and Miruko had scenes together. They're both heroes who actually take being a hero seriously and you cannot tell me they wouldn't be besties. In my fic , There's Miruko, There's Rumi, they're friends and Miruko is Rock Lock's son's honorary aunt.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: I haven't seen all of Craig of the Creek, just a couple of episodes (I have younger siblings who watch it) but Rock Lock reminds me of Craig's dad. A man who cares about family and does his best for them? I'm here for it!!

A headcanon about that character: He definitely is that parent who attends birthday parties and PTA meetings (when Lil' Takagi goes to school). I headcanon that he and his wife went to school together and also had friends that live in the same area. In their adult years, some of them are married and have kids and whenever there's some party or play date, best believe the Takagi's are there.

A song that reminds of that character: I can't even think of one right now, but I'm gonna need NemRaps, DizzyEight, 954mari... anybody to make one!

An unpopular opinion about that character: I personally feel like Rock Lock is one the better heroes. Again, I hate that when he debuted the fandom was quick to hate on him and call him "mean" because he had a point. Why in the hell was kids dragged into a situation as dangerous ad dealing with the yakuza? And then it makes sense Rock Lock would think like that! He is a married man with a son of his own! And it wasn't like he didn't think Midoriya or anybody was capable because he does recognize their potential. What he's about is if you're going to take up a duty that can cost you your life, be serious about and not treat it as some game. It's funny to me that someone actually had the nerve once to compare him and Endeavor even though in season 5, Endeavor was quick to act like a brat because Bakugou and Midoriya was joining Todoroki for the Work Studies.

Favorite picture: I won't lie, I totally get why he is a married man. Also can we talk again about the hospital scene? They are a beautiful family!! 😭

Send Me a Character... ✨️

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #rock lock #ken takagi #takagi ken

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wildflowerwoodsworld · 27 days

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Hi Wild!

What about 2, 14 and 23 for your ask game? 💕

Hey Lola.

2. that makes me laugh

Most of my stuff that's supposed to be funny makes me laugh. I am, primarily, writing for me, after all. If I don't find the funny stuff funny then what's the point? That being said, I had a lot of fun with this unpublished peice from the Everybody Lives au

"Uncle Julius," Finral was staring at his place as he spoke, pushing the toast crusts around it. Next to him, Julius could hear Ichika's foot tapping against the leg of her chair. At his left, Tondra sighed almost imperceptibly. Absently, Julius noticed William shoving something in his mouth at the other end of the table. Sukehiro had yet to show himself, the eldest of his wards was about as far from a morning person as it was possible to get, and Julius knew that Fiona wouldn't be awake for a while considering the fact that she'd got in from a mission in the very early hours of the morning. "Yes, Finral?" he asked. Finral or Ichika starting the day with a question usually meant an entertaining day for him and, unfortunately for them, an embarrassing one for Sukehiro or William, or occasionally Morgen or Nacht. Usually it was Sukehiro that got the worst of it, though. "What do you do if you think someone has a crush?" and there was only one person Finral could be talking about, Julius had noticed as well. Sukehiro wasn't particularly subtle and neither were the objects of his affections. "You leave it alone," Tondra cut in. "I don't care who you think might have a crush, or who you think they like, you don't go poking, Finral." Finral pulled a face but Ichika grinned and Julius had to wonder just what the thirteen year old and fourteen year old were up to. "We're only asking because Onii-san spent ages staring at the Blue Rose girl that was here the other day," Ichika said. "Charlotte," William said. The children ignored him. "Yeah!" Finral cheered. "I also caught him watching the Green Mantis boy who comes here a lot training when we went to their base the other week." "Jack," William said. The children still ignored him. "Multiple times," Ichika said. "It's a bit sickening, really." "You two are aware that Sukehiro is allowed to have friends outside of you," Julius said. "You can't monopolise his time." "Why not?" Finral asked "He's my brother," Ichika said. "I'm allowed as much of his time as I want." Tondra sighed again. "Biological relation doesn't mean he has to give you more time, Ichika. I'm sure if you ask, Sukehiro will be happy to do something with you." "Aunt Tondra," Finral said. "He was making heart eyes. *Heart eyes*." at the other end of the table, William hastily covered a laugh up with a cough. Julius suspected that the rest of his squad would be knowing about this conversation very soon. "Finral, you are aware that if you help Sukehiro sort out his feelings, which may or may not exist, he will have less time for you, and Ichika." "Yeah, but we'll also have two more people to torment," Finral said. Sometimes, Julius reflected, it was hard to see Fiona in Finral. Other times, it was very, very easy. "Oh, they definitely exist," Ichika said. "I heard them calling him 'Hiro'. Onii-san doesn't do nicknames." "If it helps," William said and Julius just knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would not be helpful in any way, shape or form. "I'm ninety five percent sure that they were the first people, aside from Ichika obviously, to learn his first name." "I knew it!" Finral yelled, jumping up so hard his chair clattered to the floor. "He does like them!" "Who likes who?" the entire room turned to see Sukehiro stood in the doorway, his hair still mussed as he yawned. "You like Charlotte and Jack," William said, a predatory smile on his face. Sukehiro went pale as all the blood drained from his face, horror clear to see. "You-" "Thank you for the confirmation," William said, jumping back as Sukehiro lunged for him. "I shall have to let Puli know I'm changing my bet." "Bet?" Sukehiro demanded. "Stand still so I can squash you-" "No fighting at the breakfast table," Tondra said, lightning crackling overhead. "Or I will personally make sure that Fiona hears of this conversation." Sukehiro growled and William stuck his tongue out. "Boys."

14. that was out of my comfort zone

I don't think I really have any bits that are outside my comfort zone. I've got things that I struggle with, but the only things I'd really call outside my comfort zone is horror and I don't write horror.

23. that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

The entirety of the Captains Murder Mystery (I Don't Think You'll Land On Your Feet This Time) was thought up while listening to Number Nine by Aviators (which is itself inspired by Puss In Boots and the Last Wish but that's not the point), but this is one of my favourite bits from it.

"So," he said, grabbing Jack's arm before he could vanish. Neither of them liked funerals. "What did Charlotte tell you?" he'd spotted them talking after the meeting yesterday, but Finral had started complaining about holding a portal for too long and threatening to go home without him and make him fly before he could investigate. "Your girlfriend told me she's crazy." what. Something in Yami's brain decided that the first part of that sentence was the more important bit. "She's not my girlfriend," he said. She scowled every time she saw him, more or less, and her ki was always fluctuating in anger. "She'd like to be." yeah, right. Charlotte had a lot of feelings towards him, as far as Yami could tell, and none of them were good. And yeah, okay, sometimes Yami wondered what it would be like to hold her, to see her smile at him, to have her in his bed, but it was pretty obvious that that was never going to happen. "She hates my guts, Jack." the second part of Jack's initial statement registered. "And what do you mean by crazy?" "Her theory is crazy. I can see where it came from, but that doesn't make it any less crazy. The plants are definitely something, and there's probably revenge involved, but I don't think it has anything to do with the Diamond war." Yami frowned. The Diamond war? Yami remembered that. How could he forget it? He'd only spent two and a bit years of his life fighting it. "That finished ages ago. We weren't even Captains then." "Like I said. Your girlfriend's crazy."

#ask games #black clover

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nozomijoestar · 1 year

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Hey. Asuka

ASUKA FROM TEKKEN ❕❕❕

@scalproie

NEW: The Lili Essay

My first impression of them

I started playing Tekken with Tekken 6 when I was like 12 or 13 or slightly younger I can't exactly remember. I just know it was gifted to me one Christmas by my step aunt who randomly chose it because she heard I liked fighting games; I didn't care about it to be honest. It was too different and difficult (I played Kazuya because he was on the box, big mistake when my baby brain had never heard of Mishima gameplay) so I stuck to Street Fighter and Soul Calibur. What got me to play it for real was seeing and playing Street Fighter x Tekken when I was 14 and it was new.

I saw Asuka for the first time that I can remember during her SFxT trailer and I loved her IMMEDIATELY. She looked like an aggressive brawler with a temper who could think on her feet, and she never gave up even when outnumbered by Chun-Li & Cammy (until Lili decided to help her). Her personality was and is the type I gravitate toward in most of my favorite characters. Also I loved her classic default biker outfit and I still think along with her Gi that it's the best one (the Donald of Duck for T8 one has grown on me though)

In summary she looked resilient, tenacious, capable, but not afraid to ask for help despite her ferocity and having a temper.

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

When I got my hands on her gameplay in SFxT and it felt true to my impression of her, which made me go back and play her in T6. Completely different character in T6, I was so confused when people called her a defensive type because SFxT and her personality felt the complete opposite of that. I went from learning a rush down bruiser to focusing on throws, patience, and keep away- and I'm a rush down main (and shitty Ibuki SF player) so it's hard 😭. But even if the gameplay changed the more I learned about her the more attached I grew to her personality.

If my first impression had been during Tekken 5 like everyone else, I still would've liked her because the first time you see her she's being a fucking problem beating people she doesn't know half to death because their problems annoyed her fjhdhshs love a surface well intentioned mean bitch who wants revenge (and it sets up her being a hypocrite right away)

A song that reminds me of them

Stereopony - Sweet Blue

FLiP - Laila

FLiP - Ame no Onna (Rain Girl)

Sparking!! is also sung from her PoV I want to believe that

Lyrics (except Ame no Onna, can't find any sadly, neither Stereopony nor FLiP caught on in the West the way SCANDAL did to get a bunch of translations): 1 | 2

How many people I ship them with

Her discord kitten

My favorite ship of them

AsuLili (indescribable)

Gay Sex is getting so complicated these days

They are foils. Gay Tom & Jerry. They're so fucking goofy. They're a bit toxic. They're constantly married and divorced. They can't stand each other. They need each other. They communicate what words can't express. They're so frustrating. A story about gay sex because it's about the gay sex that isn't happening. Etc etc.

Asuka loves fighting, is cocky, loves confrontation, hates losing. But she pretends she's none of those things. She uses reasons like justice and honor and the right way to be as excuses to not confront who she really is. Lili loves fighting, is cocky, loves confrontation, hates losing. Pretends to be nothing but herself. Her reasons are honest about indulging her intentions to enjoy a fight while set on achieving what she wants. For both, violence is the means and the end.

They both value their families, but where Asuka follows what's expected of her in order to indulge her impulses, Lili rebels much to her own shame when it hurts her father. But she can't help being true to her desires. (When I talk about her in her own post I will again outline how her narrative is like a coming out story). Asuka doesn't rely on her words to say what she truly feels, Lili is from a world where words are a game of knives. You can't entirely take what they say at face value but rather what they're doing is what talks. Because they're both bad at talking to people. Imagine how much tension and uncertainty would've been resolved by now if even one of them had ever talked out why Lili picks on Asuka to get five seconds of her attention in the first place. But they never do that, they just start fighting!

They both have vulnerability problems. Lili's is that she struggles dropping her guard to express anything directly caring, and Asuka's is about not showing emotional weakness by projecting a tough attitude or letting her temper take over rather than think or dwell. They're so appealing because they're sooo close to realizing how alike they are but its their differences and weaknesses keeping them at verbal arms length.

It feels like Asuka awakens the sense of purpose Lili's been craving her whole life, the person around whom she can share the passion her father disproves of. For Asuka it's looking only at the surface of Lili's actions and being drawn to the challenge rather than defusing or investigating further. Up until T7 the most Lili really does is instigate in order to get attention then she drops it and goes home; only with 7 does she act controlling by registering Asuka for the Iron Fist Tournament without asking first. And STILL Asuka's solution isn't to call her back and talk about it but to go ahead and fight like usual.

I wish we got more insight rather than having to infer on how she feels about giving Lili exactly what she wants all the time rather than pursue any other option about it (on Lili's end we have Sebastian for her to bounce off of to infer her behavior is affectionate at heart). One reason for their impasse could also be that Lili doesn't know how to best reach Asuka aside from their duels, and she's not going to risk looking weak or being misunderstood by ruining their back and forth. But when you put a fight in front of Asuka, who loves any excuse to fight, she's not gonna think deeper about the why, she'll just fight. Lili spends a million hours thinking and plotting and calculating in circles to express herself toward someone who's very reactionary.

I think the fact that Asuka is capable of putting the ways Lili annoys her on hold to work with her when they have a common interest is telling in its own way. She doesn't really hate this girl. To her she doesn't get what Lili's deal toward her is exactly, but something about her as well as wanting to even their battle score keeps Asuka coming back into her company. The repression they both have going on is insane.

Also her reaction if Lili beats her in T7 isn't even angry about losing. She uses the word Kuyashii where the subtitles have her saying "Okay Okay!" Kuyashii literally means regrettable, emotionally painful etc. but in conversation is often meant like the English "This sucks!" / "It sucks!" with the intensity dependent on how/ in what tone the word is said. Since she also uses Kedo, the phrase you use similar to But in English when you want to add more onto your idea, I would translate her sentence as:

"This sucks but I can admit it. It's my loss!"

(Me and the constant struggle when I see English Localization (not translation) of other languages complicating shit or lying. The eternal war broken only by those brief moments we can agree on something.)

She thinks fighting is all Lili wants, and if Lili proves to be the better fighter then she's ok with that. Proud Asuka who starts and finishes fights taking shit from no one is ok with being bested by the girl she calls annoying. Of course what Lili actually wants is to be noticed, so she instigates to keep that going by slapping Asuka for being too dense to realize Lili wants to be looked at by her (and the way Laura Blanc delivered that Toi was so gay...no straight explanation for it). Which Asuka is...again willing to oblige with more fighting to best each other. Its made even funnier when her T7 intro states she considers Lili might fuck off if Asuka defeats her, or that maybe she won't. I don't think you want her to fuck off if you don't even try dropping it win or lose. They have each others phone numbers and its never explained how. To cite Asuka's prologue:

Since they first fought at the King of Iron Fist Tournament, Asuka felt that Lili was taking the whole rivalry nonsense a little too seriously. Asuka recalled Lili's phone call out of the blue a few days earlier:

"Hello, Asuka. I am sure you have heard the news that the King of Iron Fist Tournament is starting again soon. Worry not, I have already been gracious enough to register you for the competition. No trying to weasel out of it, you hear? I am ever so looking forward to fighting you."

As Asuka let her rage toward Lili's presumptuousness fly down the phone, Lili hung up. Fed up of being treated like a rich girl's plaything, Asuka thought that maybe if she beat Lili, the conceited little princess would leave her alone. Then again, maybe not... Asuka wondered how she could resolve the situation but came up with nothing. Eventually, she decided to go along with Lili's plan and enter the tournament.

Taking the nonsense too seriously, girl you keep participating in the nonsense every time it comes knocking. When she beats Lili in her ending and hears from the horse's mouth that she knows Asuka's situation is bad, that she could get dragged into the Mishima bullshit (mind you Lili HATES the Mishima's and her first instinct is to position herself in Asuka's corner should Asuka get involved, she sees her family is struggling and has no one, can easily lose their house, and she thinks I will throw my money at this to keep them alive- ok, ok, ok Ms. De Rochefort see you at Pride) her frustration that follows isn't because Lili knows this information, but that Lili dropped the bomb and wants to jump into it rather than explain. She's perfectly willing for once to listen to her, to talk to her without fighting, if Lili would just slow down about it! She even asks her to just explain several times!

T7 finally FINALLY gave us an out into set up for them communicating with words. My fic is going to look into what they'd do in the interlude between 7 & 8, how Asuka feels about what she now knows, but I NEED more answers officially when T8 drops. I would love more answers and a real look at how their dynamic has changed or grown, how they could both finally be major players and how Asuka will transform if she gets an arc.

It would have baggage, but I think if they finally talk reasonably Lili can atone for how much misunderstanding and stress she's caused; Asuka can find she does have someone supporting her, as someone who gives all her support to others constantly. She's been cared about and not really alone this wholeee time, if she got to know all of Lili's sides and that she's being helped because Lili cares- that would ease her mind. Then with those barriers out the way they could fully fall in love, in my opinion. What they have now is a form of love, but it's not mutual falling in love. It's undeniably messy. I want Lili being a foil to spur the catalyst toward Asuka accepting herself, recognizing her hypocritical selfish aspects so she can overcome them.

Little add on but I think it's cute that they spend the TT2 intro acting opposing with their usual nonsense, but then when Angel comes to fend off Ogre and the building shakes they drop it like their arguing/teasing they were just doing is nothing. Then given how they act when they have a third more pressing issue happening to both of them they would've worked together after the intro ends to figure out what's going on.

EDIT 11/16/2023: Since I wrote this essay we've had two open beta tests and got to see some character unique interactions as they are so far. Asuka more or less acts exactly as I expected when it comes to Lili (and they brought back her revenge toward Feng this is so fucking crazy this game HAS to finally give her more). But this time thanks to the updated voice acting she's also the nicest she's ever been toward her and that surprised me.

Here's the unique dialogues toward Lili: 1 | 2 | 3

Now my translation time, because the subtitles used are completely wrong except for the outro.

OUTRO VS LILI:

"Looks like it's my win. Feel free to come at me again."

SPECIAL INTRO VS LILI"

"Shaddup! That's my line! (OR: "Shaddup! I should be saying that!")

Interestingly this was translated correctly in Lili's reveal trailer, however now the new subtitles are not only wrong, but it does not match Asuka's motion capture. I have no idea what the hell was the thought process here.

RAGE ART VS LILI:

ACTIVATION: There's a few ways to translate 許さん (yurusan) here so I will list some options.

"I won't/haven't forgive/forgiven you!"

"I'm not letting this go on/I've had enough!"

"I'm not letting up!"

Personally for this scene's context I think "I've had enough!" makes the most sense.

FIRST HIT: "You dumbass!!"

FINAL HIT: "Today's the day we end* this!"

*As in their feuding/rivalry

The new voice work is doing a lot of heavy lifting. It's the first time she's sounded somewhat teasing and lighthearted towards her. Also again with the continuing to egg their fights on if the player beats Lili. Asuka refuses walking away from fighting Lili despite everything. Putting this together with her RA makes it seem like maybe she just doesn't want petty rivalry since she doesn't know Lili's beef with her. Fighting for the sake of fighting and outdoing each other is fine though.

And for fun and transparency I'll list the proper translations for Lili's dialogue too.

OUTRO VS ASUKA

"I did it Salt! I got my revenge over Asuka!"

INTRO VS ASUKA

"Have you prepared an excuse for when you lose?"

INTRO VS LEROY

*Notable in that she actually calls him Master Leroy as opposed to just his name

RAGE ART VS ASUKA

ACTIVATION: "Time for your punishment!"

FIRST HIT: "Oh poor Asuka..." (this is the spoken line, in the French official subtitles this was turned into "How rude of you Asuka...")

FINAL HIT: "You lose!" (FR Subs: "Accept your defeat!")

French subs sourced from this video as well as my French speaking friend who sent this ask in their posts talking about Lili's lines.

They continue to serve us mock love/hate fruity vibes. Quite honestly I feel Asuka is more on the fence about Lili rather than outright hatred. Yes things like the Netsu System can say one thing but her actions say another. That's all we have until there's a genuine answer.

When the Vie is Rose I don't know the song :

Le sex gay gagne toujours etc. etc. The tension is tiring kiss already. They are even wearing matching outfits now in T8 Bamco PLEASE with the years of teasing!!

Asuka why are you looking at her like that; this Lili expression is also insane

Pack Mule Boyfriend

If you look at the Dark Resurrection intro it foreshadows them being relevant to each other in my opinion. They literally come after one another in order, but also Lili's scene ends with her ready to face another opponent, as Asuka's scene starts with preparing to pursue Feng. Chasing a new fight.

AsuLili got me to take Tekken seriously because of SFxT. I owe them forever.

EDIT: 11/16/2023 BAMCO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS YA'LL WANT ME DEAD

My least favorite ship of them

I was going to put AsuLili again to be funny because of the problems in their relationship, but then I remembered people ship Asuka with Jin, you can't beat incest being among the lowest of the low.

A quote of them that you remember

"So that idiot actually went to school at some point." (About Jin)

Asuka: I finally found you! You're the Chinese guy that took out my dad, aren't you?

Feng: The weak don't deserve to live!

Asuka: Then that means you're going to die after I'm through with you, you jerk!

Your favorite outfit of them

Respect the classics

Your least favorite outfit of them

ALL of the bikini outfits, all of the manga artist Collab outfits (sexualized fetish shit in T5 and the T6 one just doesn't fit her personality and established style), and then the T7 outfit because it could have been amazing but it's designed around being sexualized especially with the huge cleavage cut, and then you pair it with the fan service camera angles on her in T7 and it's disgusting

Describe the character in one sentence

The Hurricane.

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

What if I go back to zero?

Sexuality hc!

I will share this with you I've never thought hard about it, but what she has with Lili is absolutely gay and I think she would deny inside that she's gay and deny being gay if you asked directly but she's fucking gay, whether that be bisexual or lesbian I can't conclusively feel for until we see her interact with people besides Lili- she's some kind of homo

Your favorite friendship they have

We don't really see her with friends that I can remember, but her dynamic with Alisa in T6 was fun, she's mostly nice to her, trusts her enough to do what she asks, and doesn't realize she's talking to a robot which is hilarious. You also see her being friendly with Xiaoyu in the pachinko games but it's barely beyond a conversation or two.

During SFxT her Street Fighter crossover costume is a ninja because she asked Ibuki for ninja training, and I NEED to know how the fuck those two got along enough for that given how cunty they can be, and how complicated Ibuki's feelings are on what she is. Asuka must have really impressed her.

Best storyline they had

The Lili nonsense (beloved beloathed), ONLY because it's the one consistent and constant storyline she even Has that's about Her. In T6 she's a plot device tool so that you get to fight as her and she's along for the ride without thinking of anything except getting to hit people or things. In T5 she either gets her shit kicked in by Feng, beats up Feng and then moves on from it immediately with no further thoughts or reflection etc, or Jin ends up in her boobs for a shitty gag. These are more like events than a proper storyline because they just happen and they're dropped forever they don't flesh out or delve into a full arc to develop her.

Lili on the other hand gives her someone in whom she can see herself and who in a funny way keeps her from causing damage on the streets by funneling her aggression toward one person. The fact that she keeps going along with it rather than making any attempt to seriously ignore Lili also implies she probably knows all this in some way. Fighting Lili has become routine, someone who serves as a goalpost for her abilities since the Feng plot was dropped off a cliff. No it didn't go anywhere until T7 into T8, but it gave her something to care about besides throwing her life away. It did showcase a side of her personality by having another character be antagonizing, and the way Asuka's response to that changed across different iterations.

She's always been a nothing character because they made her to replace Jun in gameplay. So when you take away all the shoehorned shit they write to have her gameplay included, all she actually has is Lili in the gay Tom & Jerry circus. People put a lot of stock in her surname and I understand it and I agree with it on a level, but then people also forget her direction has ALWAYS been confused and half assed. Lili did not start that she just presented an easy target to see the problem. Also characters who have lives outside the Mishimas have always been trashed, and we don't always need characters centered around Mishimas as well; T8 seems like we might all finally get more.

Worst storyline they had

When you go to avenge your dad and end up fighting a demon having no idea what the hell is going on and then some guy with wings and horns passes out on you and you can't call a taxi or get cell service about it and then his face is in your tits and then you storm off because what the fuck has been today

A childhood headcanon

I don't think Asuka knows who her mom is and I think Harada has kept her mother ambiguous on purpose. You could say she died or she's a deadbeat or something else is separating them, OR you could say it's Jun if you are a Harada Would Pull The Mr. Kazama Married Into the Family and Asuka is Jin's Half Sibling Shit As A Twist believer

So I think not knowing her mom made fitting in around kids with picture perfect/big families difficult, which probably made her fall back harder on her dad for support and throw herself more into learning Kazama Ryu, because that was his main teaching to connect with her

What do you think their first word was?

I have no idea lol

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

I think Asuka became shy only when it felt like things got awkward or if she felt jealous, and if she was angry she becomes standoffish and cold, otherwise she would have been a noisy, social, and nosy kid always surrounded by people, much like what Harada has said about her being a typical outgoing Osakan teenager.

She probably started her meddling around this age the more she trained because she wanted to be a hero and help others and beat up bullies. That made her popular especially with the weaker kids. If you needed a favor you went to Asuka. Also I can't see her as anything other than a ball of energy, the child at cookouts who plays games with the other cousins and gives everyone heart attacks when she goes too far or picks up something she shouldn't. An entire childhood of scraped knees.

EDIT: After thinking about it and checking the materials again, I think people take advantage of Asuka's skills. The minute she fell into trouble though they leave her hanging. To her she thinks she's popular or at least liked because she provides justice, a public service. She believes that people would feel even a little loyalty to her for this, but I noticed the moment her family lost everything, no one she knew before is anywhere to be found. Part of it is fear after the damage Feng did, part of it is not wanting to associate with a loser, part of it is they didn't really value Asuka as much as she thought, and finally her broken angry mental state once overwhelmed drove any help away. She cultivated this sense of identity and trust among her peers and community since childhood, but the second she needs to lean on someone they disappear. Indication that the "good" she believed of herself was in fact her being a tolerated nuisance.

The most random ship you've seen people have with them

Hwowrang, Hwowrang?? Also he would've been 21 when she was 17 in T7

A weird headcanon

Not afraid to eat worms as a kid 🪱 won't do it when older unless she's stranded and the only food to survive are grubs

When do you think they were at their happiest?

Before T5 and after beating Feng playing her arcade mode even if its non canon. We don't know exactly how she felt during the interlude between T7 and T8 yet but I hope Lili brought her some semblance of normalcy and helped her Dad further. I hope it brought her some kind of growth if not happiness, if going by her saying It's not good to fight all the time was something she's learned because of her experience living with Lili, assuming its not Jun influenced. I say this because of the next question:

When do you think they were at their lowest?

T6 actually. T5 was her being fueled by a purpose so that even if she's in pain there's something she has to strive to do. In T6 that adrenaline has worn off and now she's running herself ragged. She feels powerless in her personal situation, Jin throwing the world into chaos takes away any illusion of stability in the world compared to how unstable her life has become. There's nowhere she can go that feels normal or safe because of him, and because it's so painful she isn't going to fall back on talking things out when that was never her communicative strong suit.

She's stressed all the time, alone, broke, angry, fearful that everyone who comes near her is trying to hurt her or her family. All of her VS dialogues are her being driven by paranoia and hyper-vigilance- she tells Jin directly mincing nothing that she's stressed and him blowing up the world has only compounded it. She's like a dog chained to a post in the yard that bites and snaps at anyone coming near because she paints everyone as an enemy, even if they want to help her. Playing as her in the Campaign she's glad to be fighting because its a distraction from being overwhelmed emotionally. Asuka was drained and running on nothing but frustration and exhaustion. She feels traumatized.

Also why was Kazuya looking for other Kazamas when he talks to her... (Was he looking for a person who can stop his son like Jun? Trying to find Jun herself?). Side note, Kazuya would never be her friend but I think part of him would respect her resolve and envy that she has a father who loves her enough for her to fight for him willingly. Aside from her connection to Jun and any positives he finds in the Kazama Clan's spirit, maybe in her he'd even see a bit of himself or what kind of son he could have been were Heihachi not a piece of shit. If things had been better would he do as Asuka does?

I think like Lili though he would tell her, harshly in his way, to stop pretending there isn't an element of selfishness in why she fights or that she seems to enjoy the power from doing so- rather than acting as if she's doing a public service. That indulgence of power, projecting confidence, the way fear and loss have pushed her into a cold insistence on self reliance, fighting alone against forces out of her control, and her anger I see as the most Kazuya-like things about her, so he'd see it too. The Kazuya - Asuka Connection, even.

Her "Devil" duality has nothing literal about it like voices in her head or nightmares, but it's still the internal struggle of who you are by what you express and what you keep hidden. Her "Devil" like Kazuya's is about wielding power but feeling there isn't much room for vulnerability when doing so. And in the same way Kazumi literally passed on her Devil Gene while Heihachi awakened it in Kaz, what happened to Asuka's family is her broken inheritance that pushes her toward a pursuit of power to defend it. If you want to stretch it further you can say if Asuka does canonically have the ability to counter DG like Jun, and Mr. Kazama married into the family rather than be born into it, Asuka gets that cleanse ability from whoever her mother is, and her father being brutalized was her catalyst to eventually draw that ability out.

T6 Kazuya sees T6 Asuka defending her home like a mad dog and when he looks into her eyes he sees his 5 year old self after having survived the cliff fall.

Actually no they probably would never be friends but its hilarious and maybe even a little cathartic to imagine them as friends. Asuka and her 50 year old coworker friend dynamic, then suddenly she learns he's also Jin's dad. She starts calling him Uncle Kaz. Jin's like why are you friends with my dad, why does he treat you like his kid. Lili screams cries throws up in confusion realizing her lame boyfriend is friends with a fucking Mishima. What do you mean you're related to him and Jin Kazama?!! The evil guys on TV?! The company that bought out my Father???

EDIT 2/2/2024: 8 CONFIRMED ALL MAIN CLAN KAZAMAS ARE DEAD INFERRING THIS IS WHY ASUKA DOESN'T KNOW HER FAMILY

So with that in mind it only added to the ways she contrasts Jin to me (Jin is pulled down literally and figuratively with drowning metaphors for how his self centered suicidal self loathing has destroyed him and he's hurting his chances with the people around him as much as himself; Asuka is continuously reminded she has no control in this world with something always being stacked against her or outside her understanding, the kingdom of control she builds believing if she minds her business and stays within what she knows she's fine is founded on sand- yet she meets everything despite how it hurts her and persists anyway) and I still think if Kaz talked with her they'd be funny but also have more in common than they realize

Future headcanon

Asuka reevaluates what martial arts (and violence) mean to her and she becomes the new leader of Kazama Ryu (in my opinion the only current master is Jun, since Asuka's father was brutalized by Feng I don't think he'd be able to continue practicing it- Jin doesn't count because his training was interrupted when he picked up Mishima Ryu) as an adult. She rebuilds the dojo's position as a school for self defense and spiritual growth (as opposed to continuing to become more destructive and ironically like Feng in her quest to defeat him). It becomes a place where people like her and Lili, who inside enjoy fighting for the sake of fighting, can channel that rage and sadistic thrill away from being destructive into becoming protectors ruled by sound judgement. If they're willing to learn and change she'll even accept the street punk types she used to beat up for fun.

As an adult I think it would be best for her to let go of being driven so much by her self interest, and to become humbler. Becoming less emotionally rash, she can have her fire still but become a person who considers and reasons before driving forward. She should fight for peace for real and be in a happier place mentally. A true warrior weighs their options before acting; there's a difference between using force to protect and instigating/escalating with violence.

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Whenever she doubts herself or feels afraid. With all I've said it's easy to imagine why. She can ask for help, but she still has to look cool about it, to me. Her vulnerability isn't quite so available yet unless she's truly snapped and breaking down.

When do you think they acted the most ooc

She's been pretty consistent because there isn't a lot to her in the first place, so I don't think Team Tekken have managed fucking up her 3 or 4 basic traits, askdjaskl even in that piece of shit spin off comedy manga- if anything LILI felt ooc and it was a portrayal of homophobic stereotypes.

I will also say SFxT was in character because it built even in a minor way on aspects Asuka already possesses, it just extended those parts to how she treats Lili.

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

When she tells Feng "You'll die when I'm through with you" before their rival battle in T5, you only get that line if you play as Feng when you meet her. If you play as Asuka it goes:

Asuka: Hey, you haven't seen a strange Chinese Kenpo fighter around here, have you? He's muscular... and looks like a... Hey! It's you! Feng: Yes. My name is Feng Wei. Asuka: You're my father's sworn enemy! You're mine!

After Winning

Asuka: You're pretty strong! Now I see why my father had such a hard time with you. But you are still no match for me. Well, now that I've avenged my father, it's time to have some fun! -

The Feng PoV one where she says she's going to kill him is so sad when you see her show up not in her default costume but in the Gi uniform. She's prepared to meet the same fate as her father or even die and she's going to represent the full dignity of her Ryu while doing it. The Dark Resurrection intro even sets this up because it shows Asuka meditating in the family dojo before tying her headband (an act associated with showing resolve, effort, and courage) as if she's going on a journey and wishing for luck/saying goodbyes, then it cuts to Yoshimitsu training because he wants his revenge against Bryan, then it cuts to Feng beating Lei (the man responsible for violent acts evading justice by literally beating up the cop sent after him) before he looks at the camera in a close up that matches Asuka's.

Even if you play as her she still says: "You're my father's enemy, you're mine!" - Asuka's father was unconscious on a machine fighting for his life while she's doing this. Did he tell her to go get revenge, or is she deciding that because she's full of rage? Instead of staying by his bedside and helping take care of him her response is violence to handle her grief, her possible self hatred for not being there when people were hurt. She's using this and her reactionary emotions to indulge her thrill for fighting, because even when she beats him she instantly puts her dad's skill down to make herself out as the best in battle. (You could also translate her line about it as "I see why Dad lost to you. Well, I still won." which sort of feels like the same thing just toned down, or perhaps can be read as Even if you are strong I'm the winner between us- still a flex but not as indirectly harsh to her Dad)

EDIT: 1/19/2024 I FORGOT TO SAY THIS BUT AFTER NON CANONICALLY BEATING FENG ASUKA CHOOSES TO STAY IN THE TOURNAMENT FOR FUN (that's what she meant when she said it's time to enjoy myself) SHE JUST LOVES BLOOD, SHE LOVES FIGHTING SO MUCH

There's so much to play with here because it touches directly on who Asuka becomes when she has a personal goal/grudge, while giving true insight into her ego. If she was 100% about helping and doing what's right she wouldn't make her victories about herself. If she had better self control and emotional maturity she wouldn't rush to put herself in harms way without even asking consent from the person she's doing it for. She doesn't consider how her Dad might feel if he wakes up to hear his daughter is in the hospital bed next to him or dead. She doesn't consider how much more of a disturbance or collateral she could cause/add on to when she fights gangs in public.

She just does what she wants and deals with the consequences as they come because its motivating and will feel good to go ahead. Because she wants to do it. She doesn't particularly care about collateral from others either as long as it doesn't happen where others and she herself has to see it. This is all the core of her character and its why she never would've made a good accessory to solving Jin's Devil Gene problem (aside from making a woman be nothing but a development tool for a man being trash as a device, which is often how fans propose it). She's proud and will prioritize doing what she wants to do for her own gain/catharsis/beliefs, and she's not helping someone she doesn't understand or who directly counters those beliefs and she thinks they should get their ass beat. So if she does help Jin in T8 I can only see that through a lot of work and some revelations.

You would have to convince her there's something in it for her (similar to why she kept fighting in T6 Campaign) or pull on her emotions. Very interesting then that she never actually chases Lili away aheem ahurm. She gets mad at Lili because Lili gives Asuka a taste of her own medicine (and because Lili misdirects rather than being blunt like Asuka is) in a sense, but by that same token she's receptive to the attention because Lili indulges what Asuka likes most. She just doesn't say it with words, but through battle. And by being there even if she groans about it when Lili drags her along to partner up in something.

And I won't forget that split second after Xiaoyu ran them both over and they share a look like Fuck fighting each other let's get her, before chasing Xiaoyu down fdjsfsf. Or that the pachislot had Asuka looking at Lili like C'mon join in with us and then you see Lili was staring longingly at her before looking away. Or how SFxT made Asuka a bit protective (in character as well since she does want to stand up for others at home even if the motive isn't entirely selfless, also not just physically protective, she tries to warn Lili not to be rude before things can get worse) when other people bully Lili, and reminds Lili that Lili herself said she'd be useless without Asuka. If the crossover and Tag games aren't canon Bamco why are they the gayest. You made that not me fjdgkdjg)

You can see how that bit of a lead in T5 is still consistent to her character even if its never presented so honestly afterwards. Those interactions were Asuka embodying her strengths and weakness. Then it was never that serious again until hopefully Tekken 8 brings it back.

If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

I want her being Ibuki's friend and learning from her and them going places as a plot line for an entire crossover game. They would get into so much and where Asuka accepts expectations and tries to exceed them, Ibuki rebels in a struggle to be an individual even as part of her is still pulled toward her inheritance. They would be iconic together. Ibuki would bring her to the Glade of Ninjas and everyone would be like What part of Secret do you not understand Ibuki. More Asuka in Street Fighter.

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

"I don't appreciate being called annoying."

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

THE KAZAMA BLOODLINE CONTINUES

An AsuLili child would be a menace, a force of nature even. I can see Lili spoiling them the way she does Salt and the way her father spoils her with gifts she's not appreciative of (except she's confident her gifts will be loved instead). Asuka would also dote on them and probably already does dote on neighborhood kids or any who used to attend the dojo. She and Lili would be direct whenever they're firm with them, but Asuka can be more blunt about it, sometimes unintentionally harsh as a left over habit from her teenage days if they're involved in something that works up her emotions.

I can only imagine the blow up if her child tried to seek revenge and she tries to talk them out of it, they would not be able to walk out the house and go do it without her intervening 100%. She feels she needs to protect them as much as anyone else she loves, and if she can't stop them doing something stupid or drastic she makes sure they're as prepared as possible and understand the responsibility of their choices.

Would probably fight alongside them too or not be too far behind if they're in a dangerous situation to make sure they're not alone. When she starts seeing herself in them there's a mix of pride and frustration. Ideally they'd inherit the dojo, but above all what would matter to Asuka is raising someone courageous, with strong principles not doubting themselves constantly, who can and will forge their own path through life. Even if it means carving their own way differently from hers.

The funniest scene they had?

11:08 - 11:29

*sees Jin dying* "Somebody's getting their ass beat..I wonder if they're still alive- Oh shit it saw me LET'S GO BITCH."

#tekken #asuka kazama #asuka

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