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cokeandwhiskey2013-02-15 07:46 pm
veebox) wrote in cokeandwhiskey2013-02-15 07:46 pm
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Major Arcana Meme nabbed from bakerstreet
How to play:
1. Post with your character and fandom (and preferences) in the subject line.
2. Roll the RNG. And since it is a meme about fortune, it might be best to actually roll it instead of pick. But it's not required.
3. Go crazy! But watch your fate in the cards.
0. The Fool: Starting on a journey. Doing something foolish and taking it on faith that it will turn out alright. Whether or not it does is up in the air. This is the beginning of something new. You're going on a journey and you don't know what's out there. But don't worry, it'll be fine.
1. The Magician: Tricksters and Shysters, this is their card. It’s also the card that embodies the you can do anything, might as well show the world what you’ve got spirit. What you will and what you desire are all obtainable.
2. The High Priestess: Choice: Two roads diverge and which one do you want to take? One is bad and one good, but it’s hard to tell which is which.
3. The Empress: Abundance and fertility. Be fruitful and multiply. Or at least, go at it.
4. The Emperor: Responsibility. It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it.
5. The Hierophant: Seeking guidance. Find that mentor figure. Learn something new or figuring out how to do something out that you couldn’t do before.
6. The Lovers: Confusion. Indecision. Id, Ego and Super-Ego. Making a choice between love and the rest of the world.
7. The Chariot: Drive and getting things done. Also opposites attract. Probably they’re driven together. In any case time waits for no one.
8. Strength: Strength to win. Power and control. Overcoming passions. Taming the wild beast. .
9. The Hermit: Introspection. Taking time to think about problems. A wise and inspirational friend who can help you work things out.
10. The Wheel of Fortune: Change in fortune. Action. Luck. Not good luck mind you, but luck.
11. Justice: Cause and effect. Well something’s either coming back to bite you in the ass your give you flowers. Karma’s a bitch sometimes. Unless you’ve been really good to someone then you’ll be quite happen with your return. Otherwise, maybe you should be nicer to people the next time around.
12. The Hanged Man: Acceptance of Reversals. Something about your life isn’t that great, but you have to put on a smile, grit your teeth and deal with it anyway. Make lemonade out of lemons.
13. Death: Rebirth. Not quite reincarnation - though that would be entertaining. Instead you’re restarting. Everything is behind you. That bad relationship? That evil boss? Gone. Start something new. Begin again. The past is the past. Try something different. Or come back as a honey badger.
14. Temperance: Balancing You’ve got two things going on and you need to keep them on the level. Job and love? Two girl/boy/girl and boy friends? If you don’t keep it on an even keel you’re going to get screwed up so badly it’s not even funny. Better hope you can walk that line...
15. The Devil: Emotions. All those nasty thoughts, the feelings you felt when someone said something you didn’t like, they get said because the brain to mouth filter has turned off. . The biting your tongue when someone said something stupid? That filter between your brain and your mouth? Gone. You’re angry. You’re tired. You’re frustrated and you’re going to speak your mind. Damn be the consequences (until you sober up and realize what the fuck you said...)
16. The Tower: Catastrophic Events. Something unexpected has happened and it’s not good. It’s worse than not good. It’s down right hideously awful, and then even worse.
17. The Star: Knowledge given. Go and find yourself a student Obi-Wan. It’s time you taught what you know.
18. The Moon: Watch motives. Yes. They are out to get you. Insanity darkness and yet genius and creativity. Mad Scientists and Trust No One. It’s not Paranoia if there really is a flesh eating demon waiting to eat you.
19. The Sun: Growth, Reward, Truth and progress. It’s all good. Everything is wonderful, sunshine and daisies. Go and share it with others. You know the truth. You know what is going to happen and it’s great. Party. Go on a date. Be happy and spread it.
20. Judgement: Atonement. Repent and forgive. Or ask someone for forgiveness.
21. The World: Attainment. You’ve got it. Everything you’ve always wanted, is there in your hands. The girl. The house. The 3.5 kids. But is it really what you wanted? Are you really happy? You think you are. And it does feel like it. But... maybe... somewhere inside of you, you’re not.
Ryou Bakura || Yu-Gi-Oh!
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[Seeing ghosts, well, that's just normal. Background noise of her insanity. She's stronger than her gifts, and so she ignores them. She walks through cackling spirits so she doesn't draw attention for sidestepping them. She has panic attacks in the bathroom at school. She attends her father's church every Sunday. She cries until she throws up, some nights. She watches horror movies with her friends, no matter the subject matter. She tells no one.]
[She cracks. She tells Gamzee.]
[She learns about the Makaras' cult in the form of a locked basement door and a fuzzy memory of a green hell.]
[She tells no one.]
[The ghosts aren't alone anymore. Demons crawl between floor tiles and under her fingernails, whispering green promises, green threats. The panic attacks get worse. She stops eating. The ghosts start talking to her, softly closing her eyes at night. They stop being distinguishable from living people. She catches herself talking to them.]
[She tells no one.]
[Her father finds out anyways.]
[The therapist doesn't believe her. Ghosts aren't real, Doctor Scratch says, his hand heavy on her shoulder. She hates him. He smells like licorice. The green demons like him, squirming lovingly around his goddamned pristine white shoes. He calls her a schizophrenic. She doesn't tell him about the green hell.]
[Everyone finds out anyways.]
[Three bodies in Gamzee's basement. Kitkat's hairbands in the trophy cabinet. New therapist. Taken off medication. Court case. News coverage. Green hell ebbs and flows. New therapist. Drop out of school in the tenth grade. New therapist. Doctors find trace amounts of green hell in her blood. News coverage. New therapist. Doctors solve green hell. News coverage. Suicide attempt. New therapist. Suicide watch. Still not eating. Medication for depression, anxiety. Improvement.]
[It's more of a blur than the green hell ever was, and Kitkat has to redefine her definition of the word 'hell' just to describe it. She can't go back to school, not after all that bullshit on the news, it hit nation-wide by the end. Looks like the American public loves a good cult story. She's become a complete recluse.]
[So her father uproots them, and they move. England. Kankri is already in college, so he moves in with the boyfriend he thinks she doesn't know about instead. Kitkat wonders if their father threatened the entire Strider clan, or just Dirk. The plane ride makes her want to die, and her father doesn't want to drug her through it. Nobody stares at her in the airport. She wants to kiss the first person who actually mispronounces her last name, it's been so long since it hasn't been a household name.]
[She likes their new apartment, or, well, "flat", if she wants to be accurate. It's smaller than their old one, but her father wastes no time putting up all her favorite glass sea animals and paintings of the ocean. She remembers how much she loves him. He lets her buy pet hermit crabs. She names them Cancer and Luna. She misses Kankri, and is surprised by it. The ghosts are quiet, welcome housemates, no longer the least bit scary after the green demons. She doesn't tell her father. She doesn't want him to worry more than he already does. He checks her wrists everyday, and draws little crabs and dragonflies on them in permanent marker. His own little version of the Butterfly Project. She names them after her hermit crabs, her father, her brother, and sometimes, when she's feeling a little better, after the friends she left behind in America.]
[She's a year older than her classmates on her first day back to school. She doesn't mind, she's tiny and only just now putting back on the weight she lost over the bad days. She looks young enough. The ghosts are just as thick here as they were back in her American school, and even though she doesn't smile or introduce herself to anyone, she feels better now than she has in years.]
[And then she sees the boy with the demon.]
[It's the first demon she's seen since they treated the drugs remaining in her system after Gamzee, and her hand immediately goes to where the little pellet of green hell was imbedded in her hip when she sees it. Clean. She's okay. It doesn't really look the way the green demons did, anyways. It's not some kind of insectoid monster, in fact, it's almost human. There's just something deeply wrong about it, even discounting the horns and vicious, needle teeth. It's a monster.]
[She tells no one.]
[At first, she fears the boy as much as she fears the demon. She doesn't know him, and for all she knows, the demon that clings to his shoulders belongs to him in some manner.]
[She stops believing that on her second week. She only has one class with the boy, whose name, she's learned, is Ryou, and it's currently her worst class, grades-wise. It's hard to focus with that thing in her peripheral vision, even if it hasn't done anything yet. That Thursday, the demon actually does something, leaning over the boy's shoulder to whisper in his ear and digging his claws into his back. And Ryou looks like she looked all last year-- tired, sick, frightened. It's subtle, but she can see it in his eyes.]
[After school, she gathers all of her courage and catches up to him outside of the library. She's terrified to come into contact with the demon, but she needs to reach out to this boy, see if he's like her. He might be just like her.]
[She taps him on the shoulder.]
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[It could have been a horrible incident, just one, had it not happened multiple times to any friend Ryou had made. For a while he could tack on "and brought home to play," but it gradually became apparent that the only requirement for sudden comatose state was to be his friend, touch him, agree to play a game to pass the time. He hadn't understood, at first, that it was all Zorc's doing, but he gradually came to understand that the demon didn't need to reach out to touch someone to strangle their soul.]
[He once had a happy life with his father, mother, and little sister. They lived in a comfortably sized home with a second story and basement, and they would all talk of maybe getting a pet dog someday to keep the bad things away. Ryou, now, sees that a dog would do no good, but it had once been a comforting hope. The downfall of his familial happiness happened seemingly all at once; his mother and sister were out doing errands in London, maybe chittering about his father's plans to visit his side of the family in Japan for a month the upcoming summer, when they got into a terrible car accident. Ryou hasn't cared to find out whose fault it was, his mother's or the bus driver's, only that he's had to identify the corpse of his mangled sister and sit, shaking and crying, at his mother's hospital bedside until they agreed she had to be let go.]
[It was around then he met the demon, but Ryou felt as if he'd been near him many times before.]
[Zorc, he calls himself, perched on his back and clinging to his shoulder. He's been there for years, now, claws sunken into his mortal flesh and appearance fading from horrid monster to frighteningly human. Ryou thought once that maybe he could bear to look this demon in the face if he looked more like him, like the people surrounding him; but as Zorc gradually took on Ryou's height, his weight, the color of his eyes, and finally his face, he was a darkened room reflection and Ryou couldn't bear it. The demon has horns, yes, atop his head and protruding from each side of his jaw and from behind his ears--which were a transformation over time, they weren't there before--but all Ryou can see is himself masked in dark gray.]
[Ryou's had the misfortune of being plagued with this beast, yes, but he can't deny his luck that it hasn't tried to destroy him. It sinks into his body sometimes, uses him as a puppet to break his fingers and swallow his screams, but broken bones and impaled limbs are nothing like the Death he's seen and touched. Death is cold, it's watching everything in life slip away, grade school eyes glazed over, doctors inquiring about plugs needing to be pulled. Ryou is fascinated with death and the very sort of horror that surrounds him, but there is nothing worse than the reality of the end and he's been force fed it until he choked too many times.]
[He once tried to find help from armies of words in multiple libraries, poured his attention all over them, researched culture after culture, absorbed as much as he could before he passed out on the table. He tried everything short of human sacrifice to expel the demon from him, tried again and again; Zorc played along each time, would shriek and howl in his ears, drag his claws all over his body, acted as if he were finally dying, only to rise up cackling and tapping Ryou's chest with a single talon. "You cannot kill me," he taunts, "for I am the shadows, and the shadows never die!"]
[His father abandons him after Ryou tries to tell him about the demon as the fifth friend to collapse in their living room is taken away in an ambulance. He leaves for Egypt, a sudden excavation more important than his last living family that requires his attention and help. Ryou doesn't dare seek refuge in an orphanage or any public place where his demon might thrive upon the souls residing there, and instead lives alone in an empty house, where the bills are paid from Egypt and grocery money appears in his bank account every two weeks. This has been his life for two years, and he wishes he could say it's been just him and the empty hallways that beckon his darkest thoughts.]
[Amane remains pressed in his head, the only light he can cling to in all his shrouds of shadows, and he writes to her everyday, puts the letters in a box decorated with a crucifix he's unsure actually does anything. He remembers how his mother would cling to her rosary during bad times, and how his father, despite his own beliefs, made sure she had a cross above her bed while she drifted away from them. It must do something, anything, and it couldn't hurt to put his trust into a symbol that could possibly send his thoughts to his dearest sister and mother in Heaven. Zorc, of course, whispers horrible things into his ears while he does this. "Heaven?" he barks, "There is no such place! There are only angels less than kind and gods who only find pleasure in their creation's worship and suffering."]
[Ryou's ability to ignore him has strengthened, sometimes he can talk back without feeling as if he's been impaled through the stomach, but nothing helps except for his hope that someday he'll be free from this hell he's living. He's given up on having friends, pushes people away when they get too close; he sighs hopelessly at those he admires from afar. He's given up on normalcy, or having his father back, or ever having a family again at all. All he has are his wooden sculptures, his scriptures and texts, and the lonely home full of memories and abandoned promises of a better life.]
[So he turns and stares at the girl who touched him, tapped his shoulder without a word. He tenses up, already fearful for her life. He smiles all the same, but it's strained and Zorc's claws sink into his shoulders.]
Um...may I help you?
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[She remembers monsters that twisted their bodies to look like her father and brother, and wonders how far gone this boy must be that his looks like him. She can't ignore this.]
Uh-um, a-about the, um, h-homework for... for math...
[She has the symbol of her father's religion on a necklace, and as much as she'd once rolled her eyes at it ("it's the fucking cancer symbol, dad"), she finds herself clutching at it as she stares down the demon. It's less for protection and more for the reminder that her father sacrificed to save her from her demons. She can do this.]
I, um, forgot to write it down.
[She's lying. It's painfully obvious that she's lying. She can't stop watching the demon.]
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[The things crawling around in the streets aren't zombies, no matter what his moron of a coworker kept screaming on the first day. Amir isn't stupid, he can tell the difference between a monster and a sick person, and there's no disease that can make humans twisted like that. They climb up the sides of buildings like insects, and humanoid silhouettes don't count for shit when you're staring down something with six eyes and a mouth like a sucker cup with teeth.]
[Amir had taken his gun off the body of a dead security guard after killing the monster with a letter opener. As it turns out, security guards aren't any more capable of keeping their head in a monster (alien?) invasion than anyone else. He's better than that. He'd stepped right over the body of a coworker and made his way out of the building.]
[If he still has nightmares about the carnage in the stairwell years later, nobody has to know.]
[He raids a convenience store on his way to his destination. He's not the sort to have a contingency plan for demon invasions, so he came up with the idea on the fly. Screw safety in numbers, he's going to find a place with as few people as possible. These things are eating people, it's probably best not to hide in big groups. Unless people want to be targets, but that's their business, not his. In a better world, he'd be able to help them, but he has to keep calm, accept the fact that there's nothing he can do with a garbage bag full of snacks and a handgun but try to survive.]
[So he heads for the community college's library. If he remembers correctly from a tour his ex-boyfriend had given him of the place, there are back rooms in the basement that are easily locked, and nobody is going to go hunting for food in library basements. Safe.]
[Or so he thinks until he actually walks into the dark basement (he doesn't remember when the power cut, but it was at least two days ago) and hears a sound. He's used to screaming and monster roaring at this point, but this is quiet, and he drops the bag of food to put both hands on his gun.]
Who's there?
France [Francis Bonnefoy] || Axis Powers Hetalia
Spain [Antonio Fernandez Carriedo] || Axis Powers Hetalia
Prussia [Gilbert Beilschmidt] || Axis Powers Hetalia
Austria [Maria Edelstein] || Axis Powers Nyotalia
Prussia [Gisele Beilschmidt] || Axis Powers Nyotalia
Hungary [Eduárd Héderváry] || Axis Powers Nyotalia
Austria [Roderich Edelstein] || Axis Powers Hetalia
Canada [Matthew Williams] || Axis Powers Hetalia
America [Alfred F. Jones] || Axis Powers Hetalia
America [Emily F. Jones] || Axis Powers Nyotalia
The Signless || Homestuck
John Egbert || Homestuck
Eridan Ampora || Homestuck
Kankri Vantas || Homestuck
Jane Shepard || Mass Effect
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ACCIDENTALLY AWESOME
[It's hard to know if it's blood in her eyes or fire, but she dizzily thinks it might be both. She deliriously wonders if it'd be easier to tell if she were a Turian. She knows they bleed blue from far too many close calls on the battlefield with Garrus. She wonders if she'll ever see him again. She feels lightheaded. Blood loss? Head injury? Moving hurts.]
[Remember your orders, soldier. They were the last thing Garrus said to her. Come back alive. Aye, aye, sir.]
[She ignores the stabbing pain in her ribs as she claws her way out of the rubble that she's buried in. It's half impossible to breathe, and that's explained when she makes it out. Her chestplate is partially caved in, the dent pushing hard on her lungs. She can barely see, but she doesn't need to to unlock the armor with shaking hands. Keep it together, soldier. Nearly 15 years of duty should be enough to teach you how to treat a wound in your sleep.]
[A number of her ribs are broken, but most of the bleeding seems to have slowed to an ooze while she was unconscious. She blinks the remains of the half-clotted blood out of her eyes, not stupid enough to bring her dirty, armored gloves anywhere near them. Her assault rifle is somewhere in the mess of metal and stone at her feet, but she was lucky to make it to a standing position in the first place.]
[She looks up at the skyline, and finds that there isn't much of one. The Reapers are gone, but the city is almost leveled. They won, she realizes with a dizzy bolt of pride, which is swiftly silenced by the realization of how much it has cost. There is no sign of life in this place.]
[So she walks, gritting her teeth against the sharp pain in her chest. She was in the center of the destruction at the end, there must be someone further out.]
[She sees the silhouette through the dust and lingering smoke, and she's surprised her voice works well enough for her to call out, even if it's broken and raspy.]
Hey, you there!
[Talking is worse than breathing for her ribs, and she wants to stop, just lay down and stop hurting, but she is a goddamn soldier and she will carry on.]
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