#JOEY POLARITY

[freyfall]

oh yeah guess who i ALSO drew for the first time in forever

designs subject to change because i need to give several of them new clothes

[softmofuwata]

Doodleeeeeeee

I saw Paraiba's new costume and wanted to draw it...she's so cute

Porality belongs to @freyfall​

[vintagepromotions]

'See the Guinness Animals at Edinburgh Zoo'

Edinburgh Zoo poster featuring the iconic Guinness animals used in advertisements (c. 1950). Artwork by John Gilroy.

[daikenkki]

Untitled by KitKatDroi

[misojunnie]

KEROSENE 𖣂

there’s a fine line between delusion and reality.

jake sim was your boyfriend. park sunghoon was your best friend. neither knew about each other. you weren’t sure where your heart belonged, and you watch as your life begins to tear in half from the secrecy and guilt. but just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, an earth-shattering secret changes everything.

pairing: bf!jake vs. bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: psychological thriller, horror, love triangle (kinda… you’ll see)

warnings: violence/death, heavily implied mental illness, very psychological, cheating (?) ig, kinda hoon focused….(sorry), enha’s personalities and backstories are not a reflection of reality, it’s just a story

featuring: enhypen

playlist: it was only a dream by joey quinones, S.D.O.S by alex g, back to black by amy winehouse, somebody that I used to know by gotye, I was only temporary by my head is empty, only you (and you alone) by the platters

word count: 9.9k

taglist ! @enhacolor @jwnghyuns @adoredbyjay @theothernads @firstclassjaylee @dollschan @enreveriee @surrik-i @jwonistic @laurradoesloveu @laylasbunbunny @tmtxtf @shixna606 @kumiwon @heeaxvhhoon

network tags: @kflixnet @k-vanity @k-radio @enhypennetwork

see the trailer.

a/n: hello yall! sorry these fics are taking so long,,,pls still look forward to more, I got a couple lined up! and p.s., look for foreshadowing in this one ;) there’s lots of hints leading up to the plot twist! <3

The flames burned bright, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the crackling fire. The yellow and orange flames flashed like rubies, licking the dark sky, illuminating the beach as you watched them burn. It was like a dance, the way the fire swayed in the wind.

“You okay?” a voice broke you out of your trance as Jake planted a kiss on your cheek. You snapped out of it, smiling up at him as he reached for your hand, clasping it gently in his. He sat down on the sand beside you.

Jake Sim. A year older than you, the sweetest boy you had met in your entire life. He had sparkling eyes full of youth, a smile that could make angels sing, and a calmer temperament than anyone you’d seen in your 20 years of age. You were lucky enough to call him your boyfriend.

You had always been a rather quiet person, but Jake was the opposite. Talkative and popular, he had a seemingly endless amount of friends, many of which threw parties like the one you were at tonight. You grew to enjoy the nights spent at bonfires, house parties, the various celebrations Jake invited you to.

Many people thought you were polar opposites, but that was what made you perfect for each other. You didn’t make friends easily, but he was happy to share his. He wasn’t very emotional, but you didn’t mind coaxing him into confessing what he was feeling. He helped you come out of your shell, you helped him learn to love the peaceful moments. After all, they say opposites attract. And that was certainly true for you.

You had only been dating for a year and a half, but all your friends told you he was the one. And you were beginning to really believe it.

“I’m good.” you replied sweetly. You and Jake’s friends were laughing and dancing boisterously, but you didn’t feel like joining in on the fun. The fire was giving you plenty of company, and an unsettling feeling was creeping into your heart. Maybe it was the Halloween season, or maybe your doubts went deeper than that.

“I’ll sit with you then.” Jake offered kindly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and you leaned into him gratefully.

You were in love with Jake, you knew that. He was the first thing you thought of in the morning and the last at night, the main topic of all your conversations. He was sweet, thoughtful, smart, funny, and had every quality you ever wanted from a boyfriend. He was perfect, yet somehow, this didn’t feel right. Six months later, and you were beginning to have doubts. You had doubts in all of your past relationships, but none of them were as good as this one. Despite that, something was off. You could feel it.

For now, you tried to put it behind you, letting the fire and Jake’s warm touch comfort you as you watched the dancing flames.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

It was Sunday morning. You were looking forward to a day of no classes, and some alone time. While you loved being with Jake, you had spent everyday together for the past two weeks, and you were craving a little time to yourself.

It was a bit of a drive, but you suddenly wanted to go to your favorite bakery, picking up a fresh baguette to bring home, plus a few pastries for yourself. After that, you visited a nearby park, sitting on a bench alone.

You let the fresh air revitalize you, your hair floating in the breeze. There was hardly anyone in the park, the locals deterred by the fog and biting cold, but you had always enjoyed gloomy weather. You took a croissant out of the ribbon wrapped box, taking a bite and relishing in the peaceful feeling of being alone.

You closed your eyes briefly, and when you opened them, you were put out to discover someone standing before you.

He was extraordinarily good looking; it was the first thing you noticed about him. With his kind eyes, tall stature, and silky dark hair, he looked like an angel appearing out of the fog. He was standing a couple of feet away from the bench you were sitting at, looking at you directly with a soft smile.

“Oh,” you said, startled. “Hi.” You weren’t sure if you were supposed to address him, but he was clearly waiting to say something to you.

“Hi,” he replied. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just liked your shirt.” You looked down at yourself, completely forgetting about your ripped tee. You noticed his neat grey sweater and ironed jeans, wearing a thin silver chain around his neck, and you grew suddenly embarrassed about your messy outfit. He smelled of lilies and fresh paper, the kind of scent that came from a cologne but seemed to be natural.

“You like Amy Winehouse?” you asked, and he nodded excitedly.

“Love her. Valerie was my top song for like, three years in a row.” He seemed eager to share his love of jazz music, and if you were a little more of a senseless person, you could’ve fallen in love right then and there.

“What are the odds?” you said, not sure how to respond. He smiled. Then he held out his hand.

“I’m Sunghoon.” You laughed at the odd gesture, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his hands were warm.

“Nice to meet you, Sunghoon. I’m y/n.”

“Beautiful name.” he said kindly, and you blushed, which you would never admit. You were hoping this nice stranger only had friendly intentions; if not, you’d have to tell him to go away, and you were beginning to enjoy his sudden company. “Do you go to the college down the road?”

“No, I actually live in the next town over.” you nodded in the direction you had come from. “I just drove here to visit.”

“Alone?” you looked away in embarrassment, and he gestured to the bench. “Can I sit with you?” It was an odd request, and this was a total stranger, but he seemed nice enough. So you accepted, nodding your head. “So, what's so appealing about this little old town that you’d come all the way here?”

“My favorite bakery, and some much needed alone time.” you admitted, and he raised a brow. “I don’t get much time to myself these days.”

“That’s unfortunate. I have the opposite problem.” he said jokingly, and you opened your box of pastries, removing another croissant.

“Well, you have a new friend now.” you handed it to him, and he looked at the offer in surprise, before accepting it with a wide smile.

“Thanks, y/n. I could use a friend right now.” You smiled in response.

It was shocking how easy it was to get along with Sunghoon. Most of the time, you were horribly averse to meeting strangers; you didn’t know how to act, what to say, what to do. But speaking with him was smooth, it felt as if you’d known each other for years. It was almost concerning how familiar he seemed.

At the end of your conversation, when your phone started flooding with texts from Jake, you took your leave. You offered your number to continue talking, but he told you with regret that he didn’t own a phone, a rare and oddly endearing quality. You accepted, standing to walk away.

“Y/n!” he called after you, just as you were about to leave. You turned around, and he waved at you with a smile, his dark hair blowing in the cold wind. “See you around, okay?” You smiled back, waving.

You didn’t know if you’d ever see this familiar stranger again, but you couldn’t help but hope you did. You had never felt a friendship bloom that quickly, and you didn’t want to let go of it. But you would have to leave it up to fate, hoping you would see Sunghoon again soon, wherever or whenever that may be.

You walked away in a significantly better mood, your box of pastries in your hand. As you got into your car, you noticed the ajar lid, reaching to close it, when your brows furrowed. You opened it, noticing that not a single croissant was missing. Not even the one you offered to him, the one you watched him eat as you chatted.

You blew it off, shutting the lid firmly and turning on your stereo, blasting Amy Winehouse as you drove home to your boyfriend.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Jake was taking you on a date. Between your busy schedules and booming social lives, it was infrequent that you had time for an actual date. Most of the time, your nights would end in cuddling sessions at your shared house, watching a movie or playing your favorite board games. But today, he had a late lunch reservation for your favorite fancy restaurant, and he insisted that you both dress up in your nicest clothes. You wondered if you had forgotten about an anniversary or event, but he assured you he just wanted to celebrate your relationship.

Sometimes, you wondered how you could’ve gotten this lucky.

You put on Jake’s favorite dress of yours, a red silk dress that reached just below your knees. You hadn’t found an event that suited it in a while, and you were excited to bring it out of retirement.

“You look beautiful.” Jake said, holding your hand as you walked through the streets together. You garnered a lot of attention, a couple as beautiful as you were. Passersby stared, whispering with envy at your youth and glamor.

“You’re being so sweet today.” you giggled, your fingers clutching a single red rose that Jake had brough you, one that matched your dress perfectly.

“We don’t go on fancy dates often.” He kissed your knuckles. “I wanted to make today special.” Your heart filled up with fire as you smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Your lipstick lingered there, and you considered wiping it off for a moment, before deciding not to. You thought it suited him.

You were actually happy. Finding joy in relationships had always been hard for you; your brain decided to shut them down somehow. Whether going ghost, shutting down, even firing off a quick apathetic text, you found a way to escape your happiness. You weren’t sure why. But you were finally ready to retire from being a heartbreaker; Jake was really the only one you needed.

From behind your boyfriend, you caught a flash of something familiar. The scent of lilies, a grey sweater, silky black hair.

You craned your neck to get a better look, Jake watching you in confusion as you waited for him to turn towards you. He glanced at something, his face turning just a couple of inches, and it was indeed Sunghoon. His sharp nose, wide eyes, you’d recognize that face anywhere, it was the one you were hoping to see for days on end.

Jake followed your gaze, turning back to you in puzzlement.

“What are you looking at?” Upon his words, you shook yourself out of your trance, shaking your head with a smile.

“Oh, I just thought I saw someone I knew.” Jake nodded in relief, his grip on your hand growing a bit tighter as you continued to walk, Sunghoon left behind as the two of you fled the scene.

You wanted to reconnect with Sunghoon, but Jake was here, and he was more important to you. For now, you’d just have to hope that you’d see him again, in another time, another place.

As you walked away, Sunghoon turned around, his eyes following as you and Jake walked down the street, the red silk of your dress flashing under the afternoon sun.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Jake was paying the bill for your meal. By now, the sun was beginning to set, fading slowly behind the horizon as the sky grew pink and orange. You had stepped out of the restaurant for a smoke break, waiting for him as you lit a burning cigarette. The flame of your lighter danced in the wind, swaying side to side before you put it out. Jake was trying to convince you to quit smoking, but old habits die hard, and you were craving a moment of peace.

Your eyes landed on the sidewalk, watching the fall wind sweep golden leaves across the pavement as you took another drag.

“You’re a smoker?” You startled at the sound of a sudden voice, but that surprise melted into delight when you saw who spoke to you.

“Oh, Sunghoon! I didn’t think I’d see you again.” He shrugged in response, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Must be my lucky day.” he replied, a smile on his face, one that you mirrored. You reached down to put out your cigarette, but he waved for you to stop. “No need to stop. I don’t mind.”

“Are you a smoker?” you asked, bringing it to your lips for another drag, and he watched you do so, seeming indifferent to your question.

“Not quite. But I don’t mind if you do it in front of me.”

“Most people hate it.” you chuckled, finishing your cigarette and putting it out on the sole of your heeled shoes. “I suppose the smell is a bit off putting.”

“I disgaree. I like the smell of smoke. It’s relaxing.” Sunghoon shrugged, and a smile grew on your face as you crossed your arms.

“I agree.” You found that it was, yet again, incredibly easy to talk to him. You’d only met twice, but you and Sunghoon already had a lot in common. Your taste in music, pastries, and your partiality to cigarette smoke were only a few of your many interests you’d discussed that seemed strikingly similar.

“So, what are you dressed up for?” he asked, and you were reluctant to answer. “Seems like a special occasion.”

“I suppose it is.” you said mysteriously, and he smiled. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jake’s dusty blond hair through the glass window as he collected his coat from the back of his chair. “I gotta go. But it was nice talking to you, again.” Both of you chuckled at that, and he stepped back to allow you room as you walked back to the door of the restaraunt.

“See you around.” he said, reminiscent of the first time you met, a grin on his face that almost looked childlike with eagerness. You smiled.

“See you around.”

And for the second time, you prayed that you would see your new friend again.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

After your recent encounter, you began seeing Sunghoon everywhere. In an empty aisle at the grocery store, the street behind your college, even in the area near where you lived. At first you considered that he might be following you, your meetings were so random and frequent, but he confessed at random that he didn’t live in the next town over after all. He lived in your town, not disclosing where, but telling you he was seemingly very close.

You began to enjoy your interactions with him more and more, your friendship growing stronger every day. You told him your genuine thoughts, and he gave you genuine advice. You didn’t often feel comfortable sharing things about yourself with people, but he weaseled his way into your mind almost concerningly easily. Other than Jake, he was the only person you felt like you could truly be yourself around. It was unheard of for you, knowing someone for only a month and feeling this comfortable around it. But you quickly transformed from strangers to the closest of friends.

Today was one of the lazy days where the two of you would lounge on the grass on your front lawn, sipping on coffee to warm yourselves in the cold. Well, you did; Sunghoon wasn’t fond of coffee. You had never invited him inside your house, it seemed too intimate of a line to cross while you had a boyfriend, who wasn’t home at the moment.

A boyfriend you still hadn’t told him about. But he hadn’t asked, so you assumed it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Are you worrying about something?” Sunghoon asked, laying on his back in the dewy grass. You were reading a book beside him while he stared at the gray sky.

“How did you know?” you asked, bemused, and he chuckled.

“I know everything going on in your head.” You nudged him in the shoulder, and he rolled over playfully, turning to his stomach.

“Maybe.” you replied vaguely, and he sat up on his elbows.

“What are you worrying about?” You didn’t respond.

You wanted to tell him about Jake, you really did. It’s not like you were embarrassed, or you wanted to hide him. You loved Jake, you’d be proud to tell anyone that. But you had this creeping feeling that it would affect your friendship, that Sunghoon wouldn’t be fond of knowing about him. Not in a romantic sense, no, you knew Sunghoon had no feelings for you, just as you had none for him. It was just a sinking dread.

“It doesn’t matter.” he said after a minute, rolling back onto his back, looking up at the sky as the clouds moved through the mist. “I bet I already know.”

“And why would you know?” you asked, your voice amused as you turned the page of your book. He grinned, but you didn’t see it.

“I told you. I know everything going on in your head.”

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You were acting differently, and Jake could tell from a mile away.

He knew you, and he knew your heart. He could tell when something was bothering you, when you were unusually excited, he detected every minor shift of emotion. But lately, he couldn’t put his finger on what was happening.

You were spending less time with him. You used to be one of those inseparable couples that spent all their time together, but now you were ditching him for study sessions, meetings with friends, excessive alone time. You barely shared things with him anymore; it was like your emotions were all dried up by the time you got home. You were affectionate, but it seemed thoughtless. Jake didn’t want to pry into your business, but he knew he had to find out the cause of your sudden change.

Because not only did Jake know when your emotions changed, he also knew when you were lying to him.

You had just left for a day to yourself, and Jake grabbed his keys from the coffee table, running to his car once he knew you had left for certain. He didn’t want to follow you, that was for certain, but he was terrified that the secret you were keeping from him was big. Maybe as big as infidelity.

His old car crept around the corner, slowly following you from the back of the empty street as you walked. Your headphones were in, and he prayed you wouldn’t turn back and recognize his car. The pit in his stomach grew enormously when you turned the corner, heading towards the busier streets. He followed.

Jake parked, watching with suspicion as you walked into a busy coffee shop. He leaned over the wheel from across the street, squinting his eyes to make you out from the crowd as you sat down at a small table, your coffee table.

He stayed there for nearly an hour, just watching. Waiting for someone to come meet you, a man, as he feared. But nobody came, just you alone at that small table, sipping your coffee.

He sighed, turning his car back on, a flood of relief and guilt consuming him as he pulled out of his spot, heading back home. Maybe you weren’t cheating, maybe you weren’t lying to him. He drove back home, his knuckles blanching as he gripped the wheel tightly, turning back onto your street.

But despite his relief, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

It was day 365 of knowing Park Sunghoon. The year had gone by in a flash, but it seemed almost too short. To you, it felt like you had known Sunghoon your entire life.

You spent a lot of time together. Attempting to fit him and Jake into your schedule proportionately had proven to be hard, but Sunghoon always managed to show up when you least expected it, yet exactly when you were thinking about him. Sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind, he knew you so well.

365 days had passed, and he began feeling more like your best friend with every day.

Today, you were at the park you first met at. Coincidentally, you had happened to be craving your favorite croissants, and Sunghoon, who conveniently showed up to your dorm just beforehand, had come with you. Now, you were sitting on a park bench, croissants in hand, eating and chatting as the sun began to set.

Dozens of people walked by, but they didn’t seem to pay any attention to either of you. As you watched a pair of twenty-something girls walk past, you wondered why girls never noticed your exceptionally handsome best friend. Maybe getting a girlfriend would be good for him. You wanted him to experience the same happiness that you had with Jake, who you were realizing you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Why don’t girls ever notice you?” you said without thinking, and Sunghoon snorted, setting down his croissant.

“Gee, thanks.”

“That’s not how I meant it.” you said defensively, and he smiled in amusement. “I mean, you’re tall, handsome, sweet. Girls should be all over you.”

“Well, you’re not.”

“That’s different.” you said cynically. “I’m your best friend.” He looked at you seriously, and you shrugged. “What?”

“Nobody knows I exist except for you.” You met his serious gaze, before laughing, and he smiled in response.

“You’re so weird.”

“I’m totally serious. Nobody notices me but you.” It was a strange thing to hear, but it was seemingly true. When you were with Sunghoon, nobody really seemed to notice him, to even see him. He was enormously skilled at fading into the background, going unnoticed by passersby. As he had told you, you were the only friend he had, which only made him more endearing in your mind. You had always had issues making friends, and with your main company being your outgoing boyfriend, it was nice to know someone who went through the same struggle.

Sunghoon was Jake’s complete opposite; he was much more like you. His dark hair contrasted Jake’s dusty blond. He was calm and quiet with a strange sense of humor, not constantly joyous and amused like Jake. In moments when Jake would’ve laughed, he frowned. When Jake would’ve frowned, he laughed.

“And why is that?” you finally replied, and he smiled mysteriously.

“That’s for you to find out.” You snorted, shouldering your bag as you got to your feet, brushing off your pants. “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I should start heading home.” you said, checking the time on your watch and disappointed to see it was 7:45. You had plans with Jake at 7:30, and he wasn’t going to be pleased if you were any later than you already were. “Do you need a ride?” Sunghoon shook his head, leaning back against the bench as he looked up at you.

“No. I’ll make my way home.” You cocked your head at him, chuckling as you turned around, waving him goodbye.

“Suit yourself.” you said, and he waved at you as you walked down the street towards your parked car, a few blocks away, eager to get home to Jake before you miss more of your quality time. As you walked, you turned suddenly, gazing down the street at the park bench you had been just a moment before.

Sunghoon was gone.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

“You’re late.” Jake grumbled as you met him outside your home, a sheepish grin on your face. His hands were on his hips, but his disgruntled attitude faded when you pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, and he rested his hands on your waist. “What took you so long.”

“I got caught up with a friend. I hope I’m not too late.” you said, and he smiled, taking your hand as he led you down the driveway onto the sidewalk.

“Better late than never. Ready to go?” you nodded, and you began to walk, heading towards your favorite diner. You both had cars, but you preferred to walk. It allowed for more talking, more eye contact, more intimacy. It felt more real.

“You look really handsome today.” you said, pressing a hand against Jake’s cheek as he immediately grew warm at your compliment. Two years after you’d started dating, and sometimes you still made him feel like a schoolboy with a crush. He smiled with lovesickness.

“Mm, really?”

“Really.” you said, and he pressed a kiss to your lips, your hands swinging together in unison as you held them all the way to the middle of town.

You knew you loved each other, more than anything in the world. And virtually nothing could make you doubt that, or doubt each other. But what you didn’t know was that someone was watching you.

Sunghoon stared unrelentingly as you and Jake walked together. He walked twenty paces behind or so, his footsteps silent, so soft that not even grass bent upon him stepping on it. He watched as you talked, laughed, kissed, reveled passionately in each other's love. It was enviable, he thought.

As you shifted onto busier streets, he followed. Not a single passerby or stranger turned to look at him, nobody noticed as he weaved intricately through the busy crowds, following you and Jake who stumbled through them clumsily. He went completely undetected by everyone, even by you and your boyfriend. He was right when he said nobody noticed him but you; outside of you, his existence meant absolutely nothing.

He watched from outside the diner as you and Jake sat by the windows, sharing a milkshake with two straws like the cliche you were. You assumed Sunghoon didn’t know about your boyfriend; in fact, you’d been purposefully keeping it from him. But of course he knew about your boyfriend, as well as his name, as well as everything else there was to know about him. Sunghoon knew everything about you, and that even included your cheesy, hopelessly romantic boyfriend. As you laughed at Jake’s milk mustache, you looked happier than you’d ever been. Sunghoon frowned.

He knew he had to shut down that happiness somehow, he just wasn’t sure how to. Yet.

He eventually grew tired of seeing you smiling at your boyfriend, sharing meals and stories as the two of you laughed. It began to rain, but the falling droplets never touched his head, and he turned around to walk back home, to wait for you.

To wait for the next time you called for him.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Burn.

Burn.

Burn.

Let it all burn.

You awoke with a start, sweat matting your hair to your forehead. You sat up in bed, wiping the sweat off your face, looking beside you, flooded with relief when Jake was sleeping beside you peacefully.

You were having a nightmare. Your house was on fire and it was raging, the flames seemingly reaching the heavens as it slowly burned to a crisp. The fire was pulling you in, and for a moment you almost walked inside the burning building, until you heard Jake screaming. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in, running to the front of the house where the sound was coming from. In your front yard, Jake was bleeding, pools of blood surrounding him as he went still. And standing above him was Sunghoon, a bloody smile on his face as he slowly turned to you.

The image of his evil expression was burned into your memory, and you shook your head, carding a hand through your hair as you checked the time on the clock. It was 3:00 in the morning, but you knew you couldn’t go back to bed.

You crept out of bed as quietly as you could, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend as you pulled a sweater over your pajamas, walking down the stairs as they creaked, the sounds muffled underneath your slippers.

The cold morning breeze bit at you as you stepped out the front door, careful to lock it behind you. You were hoping a walk and a cigarette would help to clear your mind and calm you down.

You weren’t the type to be freaked out by nightmares, but this one felt hauntingly real. You could feel the warmth of the fire as your house went up in flames, the pure fear as Jake’s screams rang through the empty night. You tried to ignore it, lighting a cigarette and propping it in the corner of your mouth as you wandered the streets.

In your mindless wandering, you found yourself at a grassy park, ten or so streets down from your house. Nobody was here at this hour, and you walked through the trees and playgrounds until you reached a grassy hill that contained a familiar face.

You raised a brow in surprise as you watched Sunghoon sitting at the top of the hill, his back resting against a tree as he read a book, flipping the pages casually.

“What are you doing here? It’s 3 am.” you called to him, taking a drag when he turned to look at you and smiled.

“I don’t sleep.” he replied, his attention shifting back to his book. You climbed the hill slowly, your cigarette propped in your mouth as your slippers grew stained with the green dewy grass.

“What are you, a vampire?” you joked, sitting down beside him when you reached the top. You were hesitant to talk to him after your dream, but you did regardless, his hand reaching out to take a hit from your cigarette, his smile just as vivid as it was in your nightmare. You tried to brush it off. It was just a dream, after all.

“Not a vampire, no.”

“What are you reading?” you asked, and he shut the book, showing you the cover.

“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” he replied, and you nodded at him, impressed as you took your cigarette back from his hands.

“Ken Kesey. Nice.” He shrugged.

“It’s interesting. The main character hallucinates all kinds of shit.” You snort.

“I’ve read it.” He smiled, tucking the book away behind him. That smile, which had once seemed so pure, seemed malicious through the lens of your dream.

“I know.” You both grow silent, the sound of burning ash and your breathing being the only sounds in the quiet morning. The two of you watched the grass sway in the wind, completely undisturbed by the presence of other people.

“We run into each other a lot.” you said finally, Sunghoon turning to look at you. You were pensive, your cigarette burning out in your hand until the ash reached your fingers, and you crumbled it in your hand. “Do you sometimes wonder if we can read each other’s minds?” Sunghoon leaned back, closing his eyes against the breeze.

“I’ve never wondered that. I’ve always known it.” You looked at him, your brows drawn as you nudged him with your elbow, him laughing in response.

“You’re pretty strange, you know.”

“You’re pretty strange too. That’s why we like each other.” You couldn’t argue with that, so you didn’t. You just leaned back against the trunk of the tree, your shoulders touching as you and Sunghoon sat in silence, watching the sun slowly rise in the horizon.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Jake was saying something to you, but you weren’t listening. Lately, you’d been having a hard time focusing on just about anything.

Your nightmare was persisting, coming back to haunt you every night. Ever since that first dream, your mind had been preoccupied with the image of that fire. The fear you felt in your dream crept up on you in your waking hours, the image of Sunghoon’s face burned into your eyes every time you closed them. And it certainly didn’t help that he’d been showing up more than usual, taking more of your time away from things that mattered, like the man in front of you.

You found that you were thinking about Sunghoon more than often. For the past year, he had been your best friend and nothing more, but now, you weren’t sure. His silky hair and mysterious smile kept you up at night, and the gleaming blood on his face as he smiled woke you up in the morning. There was something about him; you couldn’t explain it, but he drew you in just as strongly as that fire in your dream. And the guilt you felt for thinking about him so often was doing nothing to improve your mood, or your relationship.

“Y/n? Are you listening?” Jake asked frustratedly, snapping in your face. You came out of your trance, startling awake as you dropped the tea bag you were holding, the one that had been steeping in your tea for more than a couple minutes now. You threw it into the trash, your angry boyfriend following you as you sat down at the dining table. “I swear you don’t even listen to me anymore.”

“I’m trying to, Jake.” you said, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t even remember what you had been talking about, why he was mad at you in the first place.

“For the past week, you’ve barely spoken to me,” he said. Jake was rarely angry, almost never, but you could hear the resentment in his voice. “You don’t even look at him half the time when we’re together.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” You felt hazy.

“Where are you going at dawn every morning?” Your gaze snapped to him, and his eyes were filled with a flurry of emotion; hurt, anger, sadness. “Every morning, you wake up at 3:00 and leave. You think I haven’t noticed?”

“I’ve been having nightmares. They wake me up.” you dismissed him, taking a sip of your tea and finding it had grown cold during your argument.

“You’re not cheating on me?”

“God, no, Jake.” you said, rubbing your forehead in frustration. “I’m just…I’m just confused right now.”

“Then please, tell me what’s going on!” he said, gesticulating in annoyance. “You won’t even speak to me lately. We used to talk all the time.” You considered telling him about Sunghoon, but this was not the time, nor place. It would only make him angrier, and you hated fighting with Jake more than anything.

“I can’t have this conversation right now.”

“Well, when are we going to have it? I mean, do you even love me anymore? You’ve been avoiding me nonstop.”

The past you would’ve fled, would’ve told yourself that this wasn’t worth the conflict and decided to run. You were used to running, but you were tired of it. The new you loved Jake, and you would get through whatever was stopping your relationship, regardless of how hard it was. And you knew you were the one to blame.

“Of course I love you. I’m sorry.” you said, standing up and abandoning your tea on the table. “I’m just going through a weird spot right now, and it’s hard to explain.” You placed a hand on Jake’s face, and he immediately softened. “Soon, I’ll tell you everything. I promise. I’m just in my own head right now.” He put his hand over yours, smiling tightly but accepting what you said, despite how much it hurt his heart to see you struggle in silence.

“Okay. Okay, that’s fine.” He pressed a kiss onto your hand. “And next time you have nightmares, please, wake me up. I’m happy to keep you company in the morning when you can’t sleep.” You smiled, kissing his cheek as you released him, grabbing your mug of tea and dumping it in the sink.

“How did I get so lucky?” Jake grinned at that, walking with you to the kitchen just to hold your hand, walking you to the living room as the two of you cuddled up on the couch together.

You tried to put it out of your head, but something was off. That little, self-sabotaging part of your brain was screaming, begging to be released, and you knew that somehow, it would manifest itself eventually.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

Burn.

Burn.

Let it all burn.

Flames were eating away at your bed, and you stood in the doorway as it burned. The fire consumed the walls, your house and all its belongings being consumed by golden flames licking the sky with their enormous size. You watched as your closet, then the bed sheets, then the clock on your nightstand table reading 3:00 am. The fire spread until your room was consumed whole. The house was burning down. And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Wake up!” a voice screamed, and you recognized it to be Jake’s through your trance. “Y/n, wake up!” You were confused, turning around to see him behind you, tugging at you, shaking your shoulders with vigor. There was desperation in his eyes, his eyebrows drawn as he shouted at you, desperately pulling, but you wouldn’t budge.

Shouldn’t he be dead by now? This wasn’t how the dream was supposed to go.

“Y/n, wake up!”

Something snapped, and suddenly you were awake, but the house kept burning. Wrathful fire ate away at the furniture and your bed, the walls beginning to collapse in on themself as the house moaned with the effort of keeping itself upright. The house shook, the walls caving in, Jake standing behind you in his pajamas, shocked awake, desperately trying to pull you away.

“Please, we have to get out! Now!”

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.” you murmured, still in a sleepy haze. “Am I dreaming?” But it didn’t seem like a dream, no, it was all too real. Your house was on fire, and you began to cry, tears streaming down your face as you stared at your burning bedroom, paralyzed with grief.

Jake pulled violently on your arm, leading you out of the bedroom and through the house. It was full of fire, your staircase burning the bottoms of your feet as you both ran to the front door, flames licking your skin until you finally made it outside.

“What just happened?” you asked, your voice trembling as you both watched your house burn down, the framework being the only thing left. The fire let out a roar, the roof creaking before it crashed in on itself, the walls crumpling to the floor. The flames ate at the grass, igniting your yard and everything around, the ravenous fire slowly spreading across the ground. Somehow, only your house was the one ignited. Nothing else. “How…how did this happen?”

“I don’t know.” Jake replied mournfully, and you began to cry, your shoulders shaking as sobs wracked through your body, and Jake held you close, tears running down his cheeks as well.

You both watched the house you had so dutifully loved, and the relationship you’d made inside of it, burn to the ground, turned to ash and dust. It was all lost. And you knew it had something to do with you, the dreams you’d been having.

Somehow, you had this creeping feeling that the man with the bloody smile, the man who haunted your dreams, was at fault.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

The police said the fire was likely due to a pilot light and an excess of gas, some logical, reasonable explanation, but you weren’t listening. Jake was nodding along to their long-winded speech, but you were staring off into the distance, eyes zoned out on the wall of the police station where you sat.

You felt Jake grasp your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin, but you were too enraged to even feel it. Sunghoon was at fault for this. You knew it. Your brain had been warning you, sending you fire-filled nightmares until they finally became reality. It was his fault. It was his fault.

And you were going to find him.

“Smoke break.” you muttered when your boyfriend and the police looked at you questioning, standing up in the middle of their explanation with your fists tightly clenched. You strode out, Jake covering for you, telling the police you were a smoker, you were stressed, all the things they wanted to hear. Their voices went silent as the door closed behind you and you walked right out of the station, not sure where you were going but knowing you’d run into him somewhere. You always did.

“Are you looking for me?” Sunghoon said, and you shrieked at the sound of his voice, startled. You had walked nearly five streets away, to that empty park you had seen him in just a couple of days previously, and there he was, sitting against the same tree at the top of the hill. You slowly walked up to him.

“Sunghoon.” your voice trembled as you spoke, with anger or fear, you weren’t sure. “Was it your fault?” He cocked his head at you, shutting his book.

“Was what my fault?” You shook your head at him.

“You know what I’m talking about. You always know. So tell me, was the fire your fault?” For a minute he didn’t respond, until his lips spread into a crooked grin, and you felt a shiver of fright run down your spine. You had never been scared of Sunghoon, not since you met him that day on the street, but now you felt pure fear when you looked into his eyes. That haunting smile had come to life, from your dreams into your reality, and although there was no blood, you could feel it in the way he looked at you.

“You ruined everything.” you said quietly, your shoulders trembling. “My house is gone. Burned to the ground.”

“C’mon, don’t tell me you actually cared about that house.” He stood, and you backed away from him, stumbling down the hill as he pressed towards you. “Or is it Jake that you’re really worried about?”

“What?”

“Don’t play games. I know about your boyfriend, I’ve known since the day we met.” You never told him about Jake, you were certain you had never slipped up.

“Have you been following me?” you asked, confused and frightened, and he smiled again, that same bloody smile.

“I don’t need to. I told you, I know everything about you.”

“I’m done with this. You’re crazy.” you said with finality, dizzy with rage and fear as you turned and walked away from him, your slow pace turning into a run as you sought to be as far from him as possible.

“No, I’m not. You are.” he called after you, but you didn’t hear it, running against the wind as the sun just began to come up, peeking over the cloudy horizon.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You didn’t see Sunghoon for a while after that. You and Jake rented a studio apartment at the edge of town, it being the only thing you could afford after you lost all the money that was tied up in the house. You were both depressed, but at least you were together.

Sunghoon’s actions weighed heavy on your mind. You didn’t tell Jake that he was the one to blame for the fire, you were afraid of how he would react. If you revealed you had been keeping Sunghoon a secret for this long, he might blame you for the house burning down, and where would you go from there? You had already lost your best friend, and you weren’t willing to lose your boyfriend too.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake said quietly. He was sitting on the couch, head in his hands, as he usually did when he had nothing to distract him. “You’re keeping something from me.” You didn’t respond, because you knew he was right. You were keeping something from him, something enormous, and it was eating away at you. “You won’t talk, you’re smoking more than usual, you’re withdrawn-”

“My house just burnt down, Jake.”

“It was my house too.” he said sharply, and you didn’t reply. You could feel a distance growing between you and Jake, getting wider with every day, and you didn’t know how to fix it. You were desperate to resolve this issue, but how could you tell him that you were to blame for the fire being lit?

“Tell me about your nightmares.”

“What?’ you said, your brows lifting in surprise. He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you for any kind of response, something he could work with.

“You said you were having nightmares. Tell me about them.”

You didn’t want to, not at all, it would make you have to explain everything to him. But you owed him that, so you sat beside him. And you told him.

“Our house burnt down in your dream? Every night?” he asked, in shock that you could’ve predicted what happened. “And I died?”

You swallowed down your guilt. You kept out the part where Sunghoon was the one to kill him, just saying he had died somehow, but lying to him out loud felt much more horrible than just keeping things from him.

“Yeah. I don’t know why, it just happened.” You expected him to yell, to blame you, to say anything, but he didn’t. He just nodded, like he understood, and you heaved a breath of relief.

“Okay. Okay, I get it.” He abruptly stood, grabbing his keys, and you looked at him with confusion. “I’m going on a drive to clear my head. I’ll be back.”

As he said it, he walked out the door, and you prayed that he was right, that he really was going to come back.

After all the occasions of lying to him, it was Jake’s turn to lie to you. He attemped to keep the wheel steady as he searched for a psychologist, anyone who might be able to give him an answer about what was going on with you. He felt guilty, but that guilt began to slowly disappear as he pulled into the garage of a towering building, walking into the lobby and attempting to find someone who could help him. The secretary led him into a white room, a man sitting at a desk who smiled at him warmly, a kind gesture he was happy to receive.

“Jake? Sit down.” the man said, and Jake sat. “I’m Dr. Yang, but you can call me Jungwon if that makes you more comfortable.”

Jake nodded nervously, looking around the room, scared of the stale, white appearance. It was frightening, an unfamiliar territory that felt foreign to him. He felt like he was selling you out, like he was putting your fate into the hands of another person, but he couldn’t help it. He knew he had to do something.

“So,” Dr. Yang said, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Jake gulped with anticipation, a mix of fear and guilt running through his veins as the psychologist’s judging eyes landed on him, narrowed. “Tell me about your girlfriend.”

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You were wandering around town, as you had often been doing. It’s not like you had anything better to do, with Jake busy and your mind distracting you from getting any work done. There was a flurry of thoughts running through your head, a synthetic blur of fire, blood, and everything you wanted to suppress. It was overwhelming you.

You were on an empty street. You found that lately you wanted to avoid running into other people. You didn’t want to hear their conversations, see their judging eyes, no, you wanted to be alone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Sunghoon said, and you nearly jumped in fright. His ability to seemingly come out of nowhere was jarring, and it was beginning to frighten you. Not only did he appear whenever you wanted to see him the least, he always knew exactly where you were. Every minute of the day, down to the exact location. How was that possible?

When you recognized him, you narrowed your eyes, turning away and walking as fast as you could. With long strides, he easily caught up to you.

“What? Are you ignoring me?

“I don’t want to see you ever again.” you spat back at him, and he seemed amused by your vitriolity, eyes crinkingly up into humorous crescents.

“Oh, don’t you get it?” he smiled, and you felt that same fear run up your spine, the fear you felt when you first confronted him about lighting the fire. With every day, he was becoming more like the man you saw in your dream and less like your best friend. “You can’t get rid of me.”

“Please, just go away.” you said, your angry voice tinged with desperation, pleading with him to leave you alone so you could return to the peaceful life you used to have, and for a moment, it looked like he almost pitied you.

“Why? Did I cause problems between you and Jake?” You whipped around, furious that he was still able to read your mind in moments like this.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“So I was right. I am causing issues between the two of you.” he seemed happy at the prospect of his meddling, and that only made you more concerned, watching the way his smile grew. “Exactly as I expected.”

“Stay away from him.”

“I can’t guarantee that.” He was the exact vision you saw in your dream, smiling with malice and hatred like you had never seen in a human face. You feared for Jake’s life. If Sunghoon had managed to make your fiery nightmare come to life, who was to say he wouldn’t kill Jake as well? Maybe your mind was trying to warn you about him, to tell you what he was going to do next.

“Please, don’t hurt him.”

“Don’t worry. If he dies, it won’t be me that kills him.” You didn’t understand what he was saying and you didn’t want to, so you walked away, refusing to speak as tears began running down your face. Luckily, this time he didn’t follow. You turned to see him staring at you, that smile on his face.

Maybe you were to blame, for blindly trusting a stranger. Sunghoon had managed to worm his way into your brain. He knew you inside out; your behavior, your thoughts, he almost knew you better than you knew yourself. He was living inside your mind. He had infected every part of your life, even your dreams, and you were suddenly wishing that you had never let him sit down next to you on that bench a year ago.

When you looked back at him again, he was gone.

You ran back to your apartment as quickly as you could, praying that Jake was back from his drive. You were relieved to see him safe and sound, sitting on the couch. But something was off; he was staring at the wall, completely silent, his eyes glazed as he clutched a half-empty beer in his hand.

“Jake?” He turned to the sound of your voice. “Is everything alright?” He didn’t respond for a minute, like his brain was processing your question.

“I’m fine.” he said after a moment, turning back to the wall, staring at the peeling wallpaper with rigor. Unable to turn his attention to you.

That night, you went to bed with a heavy heart and a buzzing brain. You were grateful to see that Jake had climbed into bed next to you as usual, but you were much too scared to sleep, no, you were afraid to even close your eyes. You watched the new clock beside your bed as the hours flew by, and suddenly it was 2:30 am. You still hadn’t fallen asleep.

You buried yourself further under the covers, Jake’s light snoring comforting you as you tried desperately to get to sleep. But your mind was racing. It was a flurry of images, most of them Sunghoon. You rolled over towards your bedside table, reaching for the bottle of sleeping pills your boyfriend had bought you in hopes of easing your vivid nightmares. You popped one in your mouth, swallowing it dry before you closed your eyes, praying for the sweet feeling of sleep.

As you drifted off, you stared into the image of Sunghoon’s bloody face carved into the back of your eyelids.

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

You awoke with a start. The house was completely silent, no evidence of anything that could’ve woken you from your sleep, but you were on high alert. Your heart raced as you looked around the room, falling on the empty space next to you in bed. You immediately sat up in bed, searching the room with your eyes.

“Jake?” you whispered, and heard no response. You slowly got up, your feet padding softly across the floor as you came around the bed. As you stepped forward, you felt your skin grow wet. When you looked down, you were horrified to see the source.

Blood. Red and thick streaks of it running across the floor, leading from your bed to the door to your bedroom, which was slightly ajar. The door you remembered firmly shutting before you went to sleep.

Your heart felt like it was burning in your chest, buzzing with fear as you followed the trail of blood, a sob escaping you when you saw it ran down the staircase, and you clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Jake?” you said again, calling out for him, your voice breaking as it rang empty in the night. He didn’t reply. You dialled 119 on your phone, your hands shaking as it rang. “Hello?”

“119, what’s your emergency?” a voice answered on the other side, and you trembled, slowly descending the blood soaked stairs.

“There’s blood all over my house. I…I think someone killed my boyfriend.” you said, your voice cracking as you broke into a sob, clapping a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. “Please, please hurry.” You followed the blood further, a horrible, debilitating sense of deja vu striking you as it led to the front yard. You prayed this wasn’t true, that it was just another cruel dream, but it felt as real as anything.

“We’re sending units to your location. Stay where you are, we’ll be there soon.” You wanted to listen, to follow instructions, but you dropped your phone, the call ending when you saw what was waiting for you in the front yard.

The closer you got, the more you could see that it was Jake, laying in the grass, his mouth and eyes open in a silent plea. His right fist was clenched shut, and he was covered in blood, and you abandoned all caution to run to him, collapsing onto the ground, blood wetting your dress and your hands as you cradled him in your arms.

This couldn’t be true. You’d had this dream over and over, night after night, but you never thought it would become your reality. You felt like your entire world was shattering. You had lost Jake, you had lost him permanently, and it was all your fault, for welcoming a stranger.

“I told you.” Sunghoon said, his voice quiet as he stood behind you, watching you hold Jake’s body as you sobbed. You could barely address him, too concerned with grief. “I told you he’d die.”

“This is all your fault.” you said, your voice shaking with fear, anger, grief, all the emotions you could imagine were running through you at one time. “I never should’ve befriended you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have a choice.” Sunghoon said, kneeling next to you, his hands resting on his knees. The sound of sirens began to ring through the air, blue and red light shining across the street as cop cars pulled up in front of your house. “We didn’t meet that day. I’ve always been with you.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, but he didn’t respond.

He got to his feet, his eyes dark and filled with pity as police officers ran out of their cars and towards you, straight past Sunghoon. You pointed to him, eyes wild as they looked at you, then the direction of your finger.

“That’s him! He killed my boyfriend!”

“Ma’am, we’re going to need you to let go of the body.” They ignored you, prying Jake out of your hands. Sunghoon watched as they dragged you away from Jake, inspecting his body while you screamed at them, pleading with them to catch the killer, to arrest him for what he had done to your boyfriend. You still didn’t understand. It was almost pitiful.

You were still screaming and pleading when an officer approached you, a note in his hand, almost illegible through the sheen of blood that covered it.

“Are you y/n?” he asked, and you only cried harder, which seemed to confirm his question. He raised the note, displaying it to you, and you attempted to read it through your tears, your eyes going dry when you processed it.

Y/n killed me.

It was Jake’s handwriting, you knew it. After two years, you’d recognize his handwriting anywhere, the distinctive scribble, the way the letter y looped at the tail. Your heart felt like it would stop in your chest as the officer stared at you scrutinizingly.

“You’re under arrest.”

“What? No, you don’t understand.” you said desperately, struggling against the rough hands of the officer as he attempted to cuff you, wriggling desperately. “I didn’t kill him, Sunghoon did! He killed him!” you screamed, pointing at the dark haired man standing in the shadows, watching.

The more you looked at him, the more you realized that you didn’t know anything about him. Sunghoon always had the ability to read your mind, but you couldn’t name a single thing about him apart from what you had in common. Where did he live? What was his last name? What was his family like? Where did he go to school, where did he work? You couldn’t recall anything, and your eyes widened in terror as he stared at you from the sidewalk, casting no shadow on the pavement.

Then, he smiled, that bloody, horrible smile, the one that haunted you in every sleeping and waking moment.

“Sunghoon killed him!” you cried desperately, the officer staring in confusion at the empty space you were pointing to, the only thing in the silent night being the trees and bloody sidewalks. He turned back to you, and the next three words he spoke made you feel like you could die on the spot, you were so filled with dread and fear.

“Who is Sunghoon?”

𖣂 𖣂 𖣂

back to the masterlist.

[venussaidso]

Ketu Kinship p1.

disclaimer: as per usual, all my posts are based entirely on fictional dynamics and themes that perfectly tie into the nakshatras of the characters/actors. when talking about onscreen pairings, i am not promoting anything. don't ask me about compatibility, i'm simply a dedicated consumer of fictional media who just so happens to be obsessed with the meanings and storytelling behind nakshatras. if this resonates, though, i am glad. but when it comes to real life, i'm not intrigued by astrological pairings. this is for fun!

The Chinese drama Love Between Fairy and Devil is so Mula-coded. The way Mula is derived from the Sanskrit word for "root" and the Fairy, played by a Mula Sun native, gets to the tree of emotions of the Devil. She finds this tree, which is representative of his psyche, to be completely damaged and frozen, and she unintentionally heals his roots (which gets to his core issues, and hidden parts of himself). Ketu bringing forth truth and healing, this debilitates him, and she becomes his weakness.

Although, there's a toxic aspect that I just explored of the Ketu-Ketu pairings, especially in het pairings, where the Ketu man fixates on the Ketu woman and he traps her, selfishly taking away her autonomy. Of course, it's romanticized, but this is yet again another Ketu man doing too much because he can't healthily express his feelings (as they begin to surface, all thanks to her Mula abilities) and he overexerts himself, his genuine feelings for her being in conflict with his tyrannical instincts (another power trip for the Ketuvian).

The one astrological influence I found to go perfectly head-to-head with Ketuvians' force is Rahu, and vice versa. I will be getting to that post someday; but Rahuvians can be the least tolerant and more resistant of them. The same way Sun-Saturn pairings function. Being of equal polarity, there can be enough tension and conflict to showcase their refusal to submit to each other's force as opposed to natives of the same rulership.

And also, the Beauty-&-the-Beast element I talked about is there between Fairy and Devil, of course, as I've explored with this specific nodal pairing before. Even in the other details of the drama, such as her friends being plants the same way Belle's friends are kitchen utensils and teacups. Her isolation speaks to her Ketu-rulership, and her getting locked up by the Ketu male she's supposedly meant to fall in love with is literally Beauty-&-the-Beast. Except the Beast here is a murderous god, the actual biggest threat in the universe and whatnot. While Punarvasu's Beast was merely a vain, narcissistic prince, compared to Mula as the Beast who is initially extremely villainous and darker (as explored before in my wolf in disguise post, how nodals are the evil beasts everyone has the right to be wary of). Of course, as you can see how the media has always been obsessed with humanizing & redeeming murderous male characters, the Beauty-&-the-Beast tale is of two Ketuvians here.

Although, not to shit on Ketu-Ketu entirely.

It is interesting that (fictional) Ketu-ruled natives, though seen in a symbiotic dynamic with Jupiter-ruled natives, are magnetized by those of the same rulership, and vice versa; to the point of certain medias showcasing a better understanding of the Ketuvian through other Ketuvians. It is also interesting how fans of these shows even prefer these pairings, sensing way more chemistry and connection than expected, such as;

In the love triangle between Joey Potter, Pacey Witter, and Dawson Leery; Pacey Witter and Joey Potter are the perfect endgame to pretty much majority of the fandom. Initially Joey loves Dawson for his Jupiterian tendencies, but even the viewers grow to realize that Pacey actually sees her for who she is. While Dawson, being so full of himself, remains with a version of Joey in his head that just isn't real (Jupiter's idealization getting in the way of reality). The way Pacey sees Joey goes to Ketu's energy cutting through superficial layers to get to the essence of things. Pacey gets to look into Joey's dreams, aspirations and true self more than Dawson will ever.

With Rory Gilmore, Dean, and Jess; it’s almost the exact same thing. Rory and Dean are initially drawn to each other’s polarity and seem like a fine fit. Then, Jess comes along, and his presence gives us a more real version of Rory. They have that effect on each other where, while they’re so magnetized by one another, they feel so grounded and seen when they’re together. He validates important aspects of herself that we never see Dean do.

Alex Russo and Mason Greybeck. Her first relationship was with Dean (another Punarvasu by the name Dean lol), and some can argue it’s her best. But her relationship with Mason demonstrates a deeper understanding and appreciation of her character compared to her relationship with Dean. Her second relationship was pretty much the most iconic on the show. With Mason, Alex was just seen, he gave her space to thrive even in her recklessness. [Also Mason's unhealthy fixation on Alex showed in episodes post their breakup. Typical.]

With Clara Oswald and the Eleventh Doctor and the Twelfth, this is another clear example that Ketu-Ketu is the best fit in my opinion. Clara had only become an equal beside Twelfth, developing a deeper, more real, connection with him because she is seen and through him her character thrives more. Clara with Eleventh were a stereotypical Ketu-Jupiter pair, mostly centered around him and his Jupiterian abundance with no room for her to grow or be grounded in a meaningful way as Jupiter doesn't challenge Ketu or pierce through Ketu.

Her character beside the Eleventh Doctor was based on his fascination with her, not supporting her growth or complexity as Jupiter has the tendency to idealize. With the Twelfth Doctor, he challenges her in ways that force her to confront her fears, truths and insecurities. This is the Ketuvian piercing through the other Ketuvian, adding even more emotional depth to their connection.

As Ketuvians can be extremely grounding from their ability to see beyond things and destroy illusion, it comes as no surprise that such natives can be validated by one another just based on perception and the ability to brutally tell things as they are alone. For example, in the film, Thoroughbreds, Mula Sun Olivia Cooke plays a character who is marked by her blunt honesty and emotional detachment, contrasting the performative and often illusory behaviour of the characters around her. Being that she is Ketuvian, she is the grounding force that drives the movie, forcing Ashwini Sun Anya Taylor Joy's character to confront the darker, more complex aspects of herself and her insecurities. The Mula native's candidness acts as a mirror for the Ashwini native who hasn't had anyone pierce through her as she did. The unwavering authenticity of the Mula native encourages her to reconsider her own identity.

This way of Ketuvians seeing each other always comes with an unspoken acceptance and understanding of each other. They seem to initially function like Solar people who hate having expectations put on them as it restricts them. Ketu people hate falsities projected onto them, and when they’re with people who limit them as they try to navigate their own identity, or with people who don’t see them and have the Ketuvian center them instead, they become suffocated. It comes as no surprise that when another Ketu person walks into their life, they feel so validated and grounded, as the truth that's always existed within them is forcibly pulled out and mirrored. In general, without my dramatic ass interpretation, Ketu people are just naturally more inclined to the company of each other because there’s a theme of belonging, as headless and directionless as Ketu is.

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Oops all Women! for Terror (2018) playlists

I'm still reeling from today's 2 Hickey playlists and in honor of that here are the ladies of the Terror! Plus Tuunbaq! <3 I really have been enjoying making each one of these ones & I didn't think I'd make a tuunbaq one but that one came together almost like a dream. I must thank all of those who have allowed me to bounce ideas off of them and generally for anyone who listens to the playlists or looks at the post. <3 I love this event so much, it truly is every Sunday a dream come true.

Silna [LINK]

ataataga by Riit || Immutaa by Beatrice Deer || Deeper Than Love by Colleen Green || Embody by Frankie Cosmos || Waniska by Kym Gouchie || OK Indicts by Leanne Betasamosake Simpson || Gravity by The Blasting Company || Easy by Thao & The Get Down Stay Down || Tuttukasik (Bonus Track) by Nive Nielsen & The Deer Children || Don't Touch by Norma Tanega || Someday We'll Linger In The Sun by Gaelynn Lea || Tuattiaq by Joey Ammaq & Terry Uyarak || Happy Phantom- 2015 Remaster by Tori Amos || Beautiful Mother by Dirty Projectors, Bjork || Ghosts in My Heart by Mariee Sioux || Breaking Down by Florence + The Machine || House of Spirits by The Veils || House of 1982 Built Like A Ship by Driftless Pony Club || Words That Stay by Tele Novella || Ghost of a Boy by Rae Spoon

Tuunbaq [Link]

Song For A Dying Planet by Joe Walsh || The Planets Op. 32 VII. Neptune, The Mystic by Gustav Holst || Last Morning Watch IV. by Marcus Fjellström || Uninhabitable Earth, Paragraph One by Dirty Projectors, David Longstreth, stargaze || Nekton by Cosmo Sheldrake || Nocturne for Bassoon and Marimba by Connor Chee, Jacqueline Wilson, Christopher Wilson || Pollution by Tom Lehrer || Winter Saltings by Laura Cannell || Polar Sirens by David Bickley and Tom Green || Coyote, My Little Brother by Pete Seeger || Buzz Run by Heloise Tunstall-Behrens & Auclair || Sea Organ by Wonderfulsound || Better by The Honeysticks, Ricky Montgomery || The Firebird Suite (1919 Version): The Firebird and its Dances- 2017 Remastered Version by Igor Stravinsky, Leonard Bernstein, New York Philharmonic Orchestra || Pohjanpalo- Polar Night by Tuuletar || Normalization Blues- demo by AJJ || Pandemonium by Silla and Rise || Wolf Quartet - Original Mix by Matt Berry || All Fell Down by Jason Steele || Birth of Liquid Pleades by Tangerine Dream

Lady Jane Franklin [LINK]

Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper || Water Me Down by Vagabon || Queen of the Night Aria (Der Holle Rache) by Mozart || 3 O'Clock Things by AJR || Just LIke Jesse James by Cher || Kokomo by The Beach Boys || End of the Party by The English Beat || Leather and Lace- 2016 Remaster by Stevie Nicks, Don Henley || Don't Stop Me Now by Queen || Honky Cat- Remastered 2017 by Elton John || I Feel So Good by Jukebox the Ghost || Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon || Hole In My Pocket by Sheryl Crow || Anything You Can Do by Bernadette Peters, Tom Wopat || Night Waltz by Terry Trotter || Dancing in The Moonlight by King Harvest || Turn The Light by Karen 0, Danger Mouse || Everything's Coming Up Roses- Remastered Version by Linda Kirk || Anything Goes by Patti LuPone || I Still Believe by Tim Cappello

Sophia Cracroft [LINK]

Being In Love by Wet Leg || Sophisticated Girl by The Pezheads || Only You Know by Dion || Manhattan by Cat Power || You and I by Caribou || Hunter by Becca Mancari || Strawberry Jam by FIZZ || Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine || You Shadow by Sharon Van Etten || Everything Now by Arcade Fire || Slip Away by Perfume Genius || Big Time Nothing by St. Vincent || Kyoto by Phoebe Bridgers || Ich küss dich tot by Schnipo Schranke || Burn Your Life Down by Tegan and Sara || Angel! Wild! Superstar! by Ha Vay || Lily by Mamiko Suzuki, Rachel || Strawberries by Asobi Seksu || Your Dog by Soccer Mommy || Deep Sea by Snail Mail

[in-death-we-fall]

Murderdolls: Turning The Corner

By Tom Lindgren Photo: Frank White

Hit Parader 462 — March 2003 (drive link)

They say that lightning rarely strikes twice in the same place. But these days you’d have a hard time convincing Joey Jordison about the validity of such a claim. With the immediate, out-of-the-box success of the Murderdolls, Jordison has now played a vital role in helping two bands reach the apex of New Metal acclaim. And while the ‘Dolls have yet to attain the level of fame and fortune enjoyed by Jordison’s “other” band, Slipknot, this trash-’em, bash-’em glam metal unit seems well on their way to grabbing hold of rock and roll’s proverbial gold ring. On their debut disc, Beyond the Valley of the Murderdolls, Jordison and his bandmates— vocalist Wednesday 13, guitarist Acey Slade, bassist Erik Griffin and drummer Ben Graves— have proven that they’ve got what it takes to deliver the kind of high-impact, action-packed sound that a fast-growing legion of today’s fans crave to hear. With all this good stuff goin’ on, we figured what could be better than having a heart-to-heart chat with Jordison and Wednesday about all the positive things happening within their musical lives.

Hit Parader: How satisfied have you been by the kind of reaction that your first album has generated?

Joey Jordison: It’s been great. But one of the first things I learned with Slipknot is that you can’t let any sort of commercial expectations get in the way of what you’re doing. You’ve got to make the music you want to make and then let things just take their course. But since the music of the Murderdolls does have a very broad-based appeal, I would hope that a lot of people would get into it. This isn’t just another one of those records with the kind of depressing lyrics that you hear out there. This music is the polar opposite of that— in fact it’s the polar opposite of just about everything that I’ve heard played in the last decade.

HP: Do you include Slipknot in that assessment?

JJ: Absolutely! I’m not criticizing what we’ve done in that band in any way. But this band was designed to be different, and it is. If I wanted to make the kind of music we make in Slipknot, I just would have waited until we all went back into the studio. But I wanted to do something different. I play guitar here— not drums. There are no masks, and the music is about as fun and exciting as it can be. I’m not saying it’s better… only that it’s different.

HP: The band has received some criticism because of your lyrics. Was that something you anticipated?

JJ: It wasn’t something that surprised me because a lot of people take things on a very superficial basis. They don’t want to delve one inch under the surface because they might end up revealing the truth. Anyone who’s listened to our songs knows that on songs like Graverobbing U.S.A. and Kill Miss America we’re just having fun. That’s the main thing— this is great rock and roll music that is fun to play and fun to listen to. Don’t try to analyze it much more than that.

Wednesday 13: I’m one of those people who is a definite product of his environment. I grew up in North Carolina, which is a conservative place where there really isn’t that much to do. So I was forced to listen to a lot of music and watch a lot of horror movies. That’s the real inspiration for most of my lyrics. I loved movies like Night of the Living Dead and Friday the 13th, and some of the stuff we do plays off of that same kind of mentality. You just can’t take it too seriously.

HP: You’re (sic) sound is an amalgam of old and new. How would you describe the essence of what the Murderdolls are doing?

JJ: It’s rock and roll, that’s the best way that I can describe it. Rock music has lost so much of its edge over the last ten years. What was once this great outlet for rebellion and fun has become this sad-mouthed excuse for bemoaning everything. Our goal was to get rock and roll back on the right path. I like to say that the world needs us right now— that this is the right time for the Murderdolls to make their mark.

13: We’re taking all of our influences, everyone from Motley Crue and Twisted Sister to Alice Cooper and the Sex Pistols and just mixing them all together, shaking them up, and seeing what comes out. It’s just a blast. There’s an edge of craziness and danger to everything that spices it all up and makes it very exciting.

HP: Do you believe that it’s time for so-called “hair metal” to make a comeback?

13: I’ve never trusted any musician that looked too normal. I want my rock and roll heroes to be larger-than-life. Maybe today’s kids don’t know any better because that’s all they’ve been exposed to, but we’re here to show ‘em that you can look cool and sound cool too. It’s really sad that an entire generation of kids have grown up without seeing bands really lay it on the line on stage. I remember seeing the Plasmatics, and watching them destroy everything in their path. That was incredible… that was rock and roll!

JJ: We’re trying to avoid being labeled in any way, but we know that’s asking for the impossible. We’d like everyone to just enjoy what we’re doing, but we know that a lot of people are gonna look at us, listen to the music and call us “glam”, “trash metal”, “hair metal”, whatever. It’s no big deal. We knew from the day we came up with all this, that the Murderdolls were going to shake things up. That’s all that matters. By now, we’ve heard it all, and it’s all okay. We’re presenting something that’s very aggressive, that’s got a definite attitude. We’re not trying to reinvent the wheel here. We’re just trying to make sure that the wheel runs as fast, as loud and as far as it possibly can. This is the kind of rock that I love— the kind of stuff I grew up listening to. The problem is that nobody is playing that kind of music these days. That’s why I keep saying that the Murderdolls are needed now more than ever before.

[saitama-division]

Division Rap Battle Dead Pool

Do not ask me what this is and why I am posting it, this is yet another product of the insanity that goes on in our 18+ discord server

Credit to @toyama-division / @suginami-division for the idea! 😈

It’s no surprise that with the formation of the Division Rap Battles by the Japanese Government (also known as Chuohku), many teams have been formed either through coercion or by their own volition, with those teams come many high profile people or very prolific celebrities both old and young. As such, a betting ring was formed, by who? Well, no one knows, it could be from criminals to politicians to random civilians to even other contestants in the very same tournament, all that matters is that every person in the Division Rap Battles has a bounty on their head, this is a list of how much they’re apparently worth.

As for the reason why? Figure it out yourself.

Ace Douglas: $0.08

Asato Rikiya: $100

Kyō Sakuma: $100

“Sen”: $100

Criss Hiromi: $500

Ishihara Daisuke: $1,000

Asahi Tomoharu: $1,000

Takumi Wakaba: $2,000

Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi: $2,000

Azusa Furukawa: $5,000

Naoki Hamasaki: $5,000

Teijo Masakazu: $8,000

Yoichi Shujo: $10,000

Fleuret Oshiro: $15,000

Kai Quinlan: $20,000

Mireya Quinlan: $30,000

“Ruichi”: $50,000

Eldrid Iwasaki: $50,000

Zakari Hiroya: $100,000

Ming Kawanoe: $100,000

Ryuko Umemoto: $350,000

Wataru Sasaki: $400,000

Oki Teagan: $500,000

Tasuku Kawanoe: $500,000

Kisouna Yuzairu: $500,000

Ayumu Hayami: $500,000

Kokomi Morozov: $500,000

Keiko Yumi: $600,000

Miku Shirazuki: $700,000

Maki Umemoto: $750,000

Joey Kurusu: $900,000

Aranai Norikoru: $1,000,000

Jack Verrill: $1,000,000

Daiki Kamiyama: $1,000,000

Queen Card: $1,000,000

Lyall Shiba: $1,000,000

Shuu Edogawa: $1,000,000

Nikki Yoshie: $1,000,000

Yano Ietsuna: $1,000,000

Shisuta Heisha: $1,000,000

Luis Kōkyū: $2,000,000

Seiji Tsukimoto: $2,000,000

Evelyn Rose: $2,000,000

Aika Yumi: $2,000,000

Shian Meizono: $2,000,000

Kureha Koizumi: $2,000,000

Ren Nakashima: $2,000,000

Miho Kobayashi: $3,000,000

Rashaad Young: $3,000,000

Meari Miracle: $3,000,000

Ted Bridges: $3,000,000

Chinami Chinen: $3,000,000

Diêu Hoàng: $4,000,000

Juu Judice: $4,000,000

“Ageha Shinozaki”: $4,000,000

Kensaku Morimoto: $4,000,000

Eiji Noguchi: $4,000,000

Sakura Kito: $5,000,000

Hisoka Tetsumatsu: $5,000,000

Kanra Akemi: $5,000,000

Mina Nakayama: $5,000,000

Elliot Shimizu: $5,000,000

Sanyu Inouye: $5,000,000

Kira Chinen: $5,000,000

Sayaka Miyuki: $5,000,000

Yuuya Kanata: $5,000,000

Kotan Anchikar: $5,000,000

Karada Kessaku: $6,000,000

Yorii Sakuma: $6,000,000

Saigo Fuyugami: $6,000,000

Yuki Kuraokami: $6,000,000

Kaiji Sano: $6,000,000

Makina Setsukura: $6,000,000

Masa Judice: $7,000,000

Ivelisse Martinez: $7,000,000

Taria Chinen: $7,000,000

Iwao Masuda: $7,000,000

Lola Takahashi: $7,000,000

Ritsuko Okada: $8,000,000

Nadya Kuromiya: $8,000,000

Kanon Hojo: $8,000,000

Kotono Ohara: $8,000,000

“Aruto Shinozaki”: $9,000,000

“Masuzō Shinomiya”: $9,000,000

Touya Kisaragi: $9,000,000

“Cinder”: $9,000,000

Max Soukoku: $9,000,000

Sumire Shinomiya: $10,000,000

Kaoru Shinozaki: $10,000,000

Mai Yousei: $10,000,000

Reiaki Suzubayashi: $13,000,000

Rintaro Himura: $15,000,000

Kyler Aaron: $15,000,000

Anika Kiyozaki: $17,000,000

Eko Seishin: $20,000,000

Reika Aichi: $20,000,000

Alexis Ward: $20,000,000

Yuno Kamora: $30,000,000

Ryūzō Mizutori: $40,000,000

Yuriko Kuromiya: $50,000,000

Akihisa Mashiro: $50,000,000

Tomi Chōten: $500,000,000

Wild Shīnu: $7,100

Jigoku Riderz: 9,100

Blade Maiden: $70,000

Private Party: $150,000

Otaku Corps: $1,600,500

Sazanka Zombeez: $2,100,000

Sakurai Clan: $2,500,000

Valor Guard: $3,500,000

Liberty Guild: $5,000,000.08

ECO BooN: $5,000,100

MIHANASA: $5,600,000

Veiled Vanguard: $7,000,000

Kuma no ie: $8,500,000

Miraitabi: $11,001,000

Oculus: $13,000,000

Polar Knights: $13,060,000

Femme Fatale: $14,000,000

R.I.P. Märchen: $14,700,000

Birds of Prey: $15,000,000

Last Judgement: $15,500,000

ENIGMA: $16,000,000

Justice Shield: $16,300,000

Lovesick: $17,000,000

Pixel Syndicate: $25,000,000

CodeX: $30,000,000

Sounds of Silence: $31,000,000

Silent Tragedy: $33,000,000

Kiya Kara: $48,002,000

OverDrive: $60,000,000

Wicked Requiem: $78,000,000

Death Row Block: $83,000,000

Jet Set Trio: $508,000,000

@shinagawa-division @kobedivision @kanazawa-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @arakawa-division @roppongi-division @edogawa-division @shizuokadivision @katsushika-division @niigata-division @minato-division03 @akihabara-division03 @minato-division01 @akihabaradivision @setagaya-division @taito-division @okinawa-division @hakodate-division @naradivision @naha-division @sapporo-division @oita-division @fukuokadivision1 @sendaidivision @fukuokanodivision @obihiro-division @ota-division @ginza-division

[minato-division03]

The OC’s in a Horror Movie 🔪

Dies first: Karada Kessaku (Jet Set Trio), Kensaku Morimoto (ECO BooN), Maki Umemoto (山茶花 Zombeez), Shuu Edogawa (山茶花 Zombeez), Yoichi Shujo (Polar Knights), Joey Kurusu (Justice Shield), Yorii Sakuma (ENIGMA)

Is actually helpful to the group: Anika Kiyozaki (Pixel Syndicate), Shisuta Heisha (Sakura Clan), Kai Quinlan (Private Party), Mireya Quinlan (Private Party), Arisu Chihakisa (Chuohku Tertiary Team), Ayumu Hayami (Valor Guard), Yuuya Kanata (Miraitabi), Yuki Kuraokami (Polar Knights), Mai Yousei (OverDrive), Sayaka Miyuki (Femme Fatale), Miho Kobayashi (CodeX), Wataru Sasaki (Justice Shield), Criss Hiromi (Otaku Corps)

Finds a gun and uses it wisely: Shian Meizono (Pixel Syndicate), Ax (Desolate Paradise), Alexis Ward (Sounds of Silence), Mayumi Tanaka (Chuohku Tertiary Team), Yuriko Kuromiya (Wicked Requiem), Sakura Kito (Silent Tragedy), Akihisa Mashiro (Death Row Block), Saigo Fuyugami (Miraitabi), Teijo Masakazu (地獄Riderz), Eko Seishin (OverDrive), Lola Takahashi (Femme Fatale), Ren Nakashima (Lovesick), Kyler Aaron (Justice Shield), Aika Yumi (Oculus)

Finds a fun and goes crazy with it: Makina Setsukura (Pixel Syndicate), Zakari Hiroya (Private Party), Hisoka Tetsuma (Veiled Vanguard), Lyall Shiba (Valor Guard), Iwao Masuda (Polar Knights), Sumire Shinomiya (CodeX), Meari Miracle (Oculus)

Screams every second: Atlas Kazanari (Desolate Paradise), Yano Ietsuna (ECO BooN), Kyō Sakuma (Wild Shīnu), Keiko Yumi (Otaku Corps)

Completely Unfazed: Miku Shirazuki (R.I.P Märchen), Luis Kōkyū (Jet Set Trio), Ivelisse Martinez (Sounds of Silence), Asato Rikiya (ECO BooN), Seiji Tsukimoto (Valor Guard), Ishihara Daisuke (地獄Riderz), Ritsuko Okada (CodeX), Max Soukoku (Lovesick), Nikki Yoshie (Otaku Corps)

Beats up the enemies: Reiaki Suzubayashi (R.I.P Märchen), Aranai Norikoru (Sakura Clan), Kisouna Yuzairu (Sakura Clan), Riyeko Ietsuna (Chuohku Tertiary Team), Kanra Akemi (Wicked Requiem), Reika Aichi (Silent Tragedy), Rintaro Himura (Death Row Block), Asahi Tomoharu (Miraitabi), Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi (Wild Shīnu), Sen (地獄Riderz), Kureha Koizumi (Femme Fatale)

Has a death grip on someone’s hands because they’re too scared: Anaia Mitsuzume (Desolate Paradise), Ryuko Umemoto (山茶花 Zombeez), Daiki Kamiyama (Veiled Vanguard), Naoki Hamasaki (Wild Shīnu), Elliot Shimizu (ENIGMA)

Is the enemy: Tomi Chōten (Jet Set Trio), Kanon Hojo (Silent Tragedy), Touya Kisaragi (Death Row Block), Ruichi Shujo (Polar Knights), Yuno Kamora (OverDrive), Nadya Kuromiya (Oculus)

Second enemy that helps the group: Queen Card (R.I.P Märchen), Hoàng Diệu (Sounds of Silence), Jack Verrill (Veiled Vanguard), Kaoru Shinozaki (Wicked Requiem), Kaiji Sano (Lovesick), Mina Nakayama (ENIGMA)

@minato-division03 @akihabara-division03 @nagasaki-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @arakawa-division @roppongi-division @toyama-division @suginami-division @nug-chuohku @obihiro-division @naradivision @edogawa-division @shizuokadivision @katsushika-division @niigata-division @fukuokanodivision @naha-division @sapporo-division @oita-division @saitama-division @shinagawa-division @kobedivision @kanazawa-division @minato-division01 @akihabara-division03 @setagaya-division

[quirkwizard]

Do you think Boku no Hero verse could handle bigger giant-like beings, like the big guys from one piece? Like, the really big ones, Wadatsumi, Oars, Loki, this kind of people. I guess they wouldn't upscale the verse because Mt. Lady Gigantification buffs her strenght much more than the raw size of the ones i mentioned actully does for then. She seens to grows more in power, at least in my vision, making air pressure with kicks and that kind of stuff. One Piece giants are bigger of course, by far, but they look much more fragile and weaker compared to her, in terms of durability and brute force. In anime exclusive content you can see Gigantification quirks variants, and i dislike to let "extras" into account, but, the other users of gigantification always seem bigger than her, on the other hand, they doesn't have such an overwhelming physical buff to go with it like her quirk does. In my opinion, raw size doesn't matter that much in this show, what do you think?

Given that we know the top ten applicants, who do you think are the bottom ten?

Ahdjdfpsjsk top 5 Quirks for someone finally getting confidence to flirt and try to get a date?

What would be some helpful quirks for a stalker?

I wanted to ask a similar question to your top 10 strongest transformation quirks that you have made. But for this one, I wanted to see what is your top 10 strongest mutation type Quirks. I'm not sure if you were asked this, so if you already have, you can just ignore it.

I hope you're having a good day. I have a question. You've already covered your own Nomu with canon quirks, but how would you make a Nomu with your original quirks? I apologize if you've already covered it. I didn't see it anywhere.

this is a dumb question, but do you think fear or emotion based quirks would be more common in American than Japan. i personally think so not sure why. I feel like Americans are to emotional. sorry rambling.

What about Pro hero parent tier list updated?

What if Tomura had managed, even by luck, to steal EraserHead's Erasure during the battle against the heroes, after his awakening during the Paranormal Liberation War Arc? Are the heroes and the series completely screwed, or is there still any chance of continuing?

Can you do a quirk analysis on each of the quirks of the Main villain Nine from my hero academia movie 2

if anne boonchuy from amphibia with her powers and midoriya izuku were to fight who do you think would win

Oh mighty wizard I have but one question to ask of you, do you have any quirks that are the polar opposite of eachother

If you had to assign all of 1-A the SOUL colors & their theorized traits from Undertale, what would you assign them? (For those who don't remember the SOUL colors & their theorized traits are: Red/either Determination or Love (not LOVE); Orange/Bravery; Yellow/Justice; Green/Kindness; Cyan/Patience; Blue/Integrity; Purple/Perseverance.)

Idk if it's been asked before, but what hero names would you give to all of the AFO and Nomu Quirks? I could see someone with Radio Waves going by Radio Star or Jammer, and someone with Tongue Web could use the name Nemertea after the ribbon worm.

I was wondering, could you make Aliases for characters with each of the Nomu/AFO Quirks? Heroes, Villains, Vigilantes, I don't care. Sorry if there's too many.

It’s been a while since you’ve done any Counter Nomu’s. With the Vigilantes Anime coming out, can you make a High-End to counter Number 6?

Hi there quirk wizard, do you know about the show bobobo-bo bo-bobo? Can you make a quirk based on the titular character's nose hairs?

How about Quirks that fit each of the 6 members of the Friends main cast? Ross (maybe something related to paleontology), Joey (something with either acting or eating or flirting), Chandler (some sort of sarcasm Quirk), Rachel (something with fashion probably), Monica (she's OCD as hell so that as a Quirk), and Phoebe (oh man there's too many different things, she's very multifaceted)

You’ve talked in the past about how you feel about alchemy, so similar to what you did with stars and stripes and assuming his role in the film remained the same, what would you replace his quirk with? No using the bionic or copy quirks again and feel free to ignore any of his cannon abilities given the variety of things he does for the plot we can just say most of them were his minions quirks, but rather than the overmodification quirk the girl has thats rather complicated instead she has your overdose quirk so dark might is essential using a potent version of trigger on himself and his minions similar to overhaul using eri.

It's Billboard Charts time and somehow there's a person with an intense hatred for hero society and with a quirk that's maybe a mindcontrolling quirk, or something else. No matter, it results in All Might suddenly being sent into a pit of endless rage and bloodlust. He has no regards for collateral (neither civilians nor environment) and is deadset on killing any unfortunate hero in his sight and everyone standing in his way...How screwed is society? When would All Might with the three hour time limit be stopped in his rampage, when & how would Prime All Might? Assume All Might keeps his general intellect. If he's stopped at the Billboard Charts, assume it happens on a random day.

I'm sorry, but I have next to nothing to say about most of these or frankly have no interest in covering them.

Could you create a Quirk that turns the user into half centipede? The idea of a villain (and even hero) being half centipede is horrible as hell, I can only imagine him giving a speech while circling around a person, with his centipede-like body getting closer and closer and making noises because of his legs.

Could you make a quirk based of Brolys adaptability allowing him to get stronger faster and more durable by getting mad and fighting?

Isn't that just "Centipeder" and "Stress"?

Any ideas for Angler fish like quirks. Something to do with the lights or maybe the lights and teeth i dont know

Could there be a quirk that forces the evolution of other quirks?

Can you make a quirk based off of Chakra Point Manipulation or the character Raju Rai from Chakra: The Invincible?

Hey there i just finished the reverend insanity book its amazing, i was wondering can you create a quirk out of this killer move that was there in the book?

Myrid self :- The move itself creates a large number of strength path phantoms. The weakest phantoms and most numerous would have two arms and only average battle strength comparable to a hundred beast king. Sometimes four-armed phantoms would form which are comparable to thousand beast kings and the rarer six-armed phantoms are comparable to myriad beast kings. If the phantoms weren't destroyed thoroughly they could regenerate from the remnant qi and would only dissolve after a certain amount of time elapsed.

would this quirk work Quirk:Judgement Amplification Quirk Description: The quirk operates kinda like a generator this generates Sesmics by converting the users food into an sort of plug for white cells these cells used for plasma to create an atomic reaction of some sorts this is inspired by Cid Kagenos ability I’am atomic but to a much smaller scale but still having high destructive properties by forming plasma within the body this is realized outwards like an electric shock the electrons vibrating and adding combustion to the spark of the reproducing White cells growing at an fast rate this also helping the body physically altering the body’s strength this can used as an amplification but deadly to the user this also increase metabolism by burning the food and turning it into electrons and white cells one can mix these two and create such as thing as Plasma natural plasma and no not the same plasma as the same this is a different kind of energy that circulates throughout the body Called D Serum Kind of this name was given to him by his late father.Thus creating this quirk having an usage of strength and amplification of the body in an natural way equally upgrading the body naturally as the quirks mastery goes on. Well the ability to convert food into electrons and White cells to convert this energy from the body naturally to increase the body’s systems and kind of like a generator to create energy that is seaming throughout the body to leak out and burst into something more similar to Cid from eminence of shadow but in a less destructive scale this is an output quirk similar to a generator can supply power in this case strength and body enhancement the primary function of this ability to enhance one’s body to limits that the body can handle the quirk will improve but having to much power can lead to a outburst which will be explained in limits. And if it can’t work could you fix it? Or make a better version

(1/2) I'd like your opinion on my Quirk idea. I'm currently calling it Jumpstart. It allows the user to effectively "fast forward" anything they touch. Some examples of this would be, on the simple end, using it to launch objects like projectiles or using it on themselves for a makeshift form of flight (repeatedly flinging themselves with it), and on the harder end, affecting one's natural healing process to heal faster (and in the process causing them to age faster) or...

This quirk is called dust hole that makes any object goes near you touch them and you’ll take all there power and turn them to dust also hypnosis flame can turn any person under your commands while they will give you there quirk to combined with your quirk.

Okay so basically i have an oc that has parents that are happily married and stuff, but idk what quirk the parents should have to be related to their child...

The only quirk i figured out for the mom is:

Sleeping Beauty - When user Kiss's anyone their opponent will fall into a deep sleep until the user releases their quirk.

BUT idk how to uhm make it related to the child's quirks which is:

1. Energy Projection/Energy Weaver: This Quirk grants full control over all forms of energy, including the ability to generate, absorb, and redirect it. However, activation requires draining life force from living beings (humans, animals, plants, etc.) by using physical touch.

• Energy Ball - The ability to throw balls of magical energy.

• Energy Beam - The ability to shoot deadly beams of energy.

• Energy Blast - The ability to shoot a powerful wave of kinetic energy, a wave of pure energy.

• Energy Bolt - The ability to throw bolts of energy similar to Light Dart and Laser Bolt.

• Energy Magic - The ability to project energy and shape and manipulate it in various forms as desired.

• Energy Sparks - The ability to shoot beams of energy sparks capable of vanquishing beings.

• Energy Waves - The ability to send enormous destructive waves of energy.

2. Still thinking of one (probably smth similar to her mother's quirk)

I also kinda need things on how she can use these quirks and what materials or whatever things she needs in her hero costume or smth:3

Since she mostly needs physical touch to gain power, i am going to make her hero costume a bit revealing + the gloves will have lil holes on her palms and the middle thing on the hand if yk what i mean...

PLEASE HELP, I DESPERATELY NEED IT 🙏🙏🙏

so sorry if im asking too much too...

If gyrate was a part of the one for all package, what are some combo moves with gyrate and the one for all quirks? Perhaps include one for all itself? Though I suppose you could just substitute fa jin for one for all since they basically do the same thing

Hey wiz there is your crow based quirk that lets the user turn his body into multiple crows. I have put a resonable restriction it to reduce the number to three and they are actually produced by his body. The crows are tougher and what not. I just mean to ask can you please expand on this. And please what would be support gear for this sort of quirk?

Not sure if the box is open yet but if it is, what do you think about quirk that functions like a combination of your original quirks “headspace” and “screen tear” where the user is able enter tv screens and create tangible illusions while within the virtual landscape, so they have a really powerful quirk but it requires very specific conditions to be met in order to use it on others?

If you wanted to make a comic style quirk, what kind of word limits could you use besides onomatopoeias to have a variety of effects but still keeping within the quirk power system?

Could this quirk exist or be possible (I based it off The Knight from Hollow Knight): Darknail is an emitter-type Quirk that allows the user to summon a long, grey, nail-like sword made from a durable yet lightweight mineral-ore material. Featuring an exaggerated diamond-shaped lower cross-section, the Nailsword is perfectly balanced for high-speed, agile combat. The user can fight at peak mobility without being weighed down by their weapon.Darknail’s core ability lies in its unique energy mechanic: when the user lands a physical strike with the Nailsword, the kinetic energy generated is instantly converted into a powerful force called Void Energy. This energy can be stored and released through a variety of offensive techniques, allowing the user to adapt fluidly in battle, for instance Void Tremor where the user stabs the nail into the ground and makes dark shockwaves, or Shade Saber which allows the user to make a v shaped blade extension of void behind them before striking(similar to the dreamnail), Those are only a few examples of what the user can do, but if they cant hit their opponent they cant get their energy and they will be slightly crippled in combat, although the user has a natural firm grip between the nail and their hand if its knocked out they will have to retrieve or resummon it which takes some energy so it gives their opponents an opportunity to attack.

Can Isshiki Ötsutsuki ablity Sukunahikona and Daikokuten ability work as a Quirk . Possibly at first it a almost need Contact like seen with Jigen with the think that need to be shrink down and after a awakening it can be used on what the user sees . What do you think ?

Guys, I'm still not taking requests right now. I shall hopefully have them open soon, but it will take some more time. I ask you to be patient until then and would very much appreciate it if you did.

[freyfall]

I could honestly just ask you a bunch of joke/meme things. But I’m going to go to bed soon so I’ll just do one more

On a road trip, who’s the driver, the aux DJ, the snack bitch, the map bitch, and who’s sleeps the entire way?

blaine is the driver, maddox is the map bitch, joey and noelle are the snack bitches, and silver sleeps the whole way through. i spent an inordinate amount of time thinking this through, thank you

[softmofuwata]

SARAIBA

[akihabara-division03]

The OC's At A Summer Festival

Eats everything in sight: Shian Meizono (Pixel Syndicate), Karada Kessaku (Jet Set Trio), Asahi Tomoharu (Miraitabi), Kanra Akemi (Wicked Requiem), Kanon Hojo (Silent Tragedy), Max Soukoku (Lovesick), Asato Rikiya (ECO BooN), Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi (Wild Shīnu), Sen (地獄Riderz)

Buys every souvenir: Queen Card (R.I.P Märchen), Miku Shirazuki (R.I.P Märchen), Tomi Chōten (Jet Set Trio), Alexis Ward (Sounds of Silence), Yuuya Kanata (Miraitabi), Aika Yumi (Oculus), Criss Hiromi (Otaku Corps), Reika Aichi (Silent Tragedy), Sayaka Miyuki (Femme Fatale), Lola Takahashi (Femme Fatale), Maki Umemoto (山茶花 Zombeez), Yuki Kuraokami (Polar Knights), Naoki Hamasaki (Wild Shīnu)

Only there to watch fireworks: Anika Kiyozaki (Pixel Syndicate), Kisouna Yuzairu (Sakura Clan), Luis Kōkyū (Jet Set Trio), Ivelisse Martinez (Sounds of Silence), Kai Quinlan (Private Party), Mireya Quinlan (Private Party), Saigo Fuyugami (Miraitabi), Nadya Kuromiya (Oculus), Mina Nakayama (ENIGMA), Yuriko Kuromiya (Wicked Requiem), Akihisa Mashiro (Death Row Block), Seiji Tsukimoto (Valor Guard), Miho Kobayashi (CodeX), Kureha Koizumi (Femme Fatale), Wataru Sasaki (Justice Shield), Kyler Aaron (Justice Shield), Yano Ietsuna (ECO BooN), Ishihara Daisuke (地獄Riderz)

Tries to confess to their crush: Shisuta Heisha (Sakura Clan), Ayumu Hayami (Valor Guard), Keiko Yumi (Otaku Corps), Elliot Shimizu (ENIGMA), Yorii Sakuma (ENIGMA), Lyall Shiba (Valor Guard), Ren Nakashima (Lovesick), Kensaku Morimoto (ECO BooN)

Wasted so much money on festival games that they don't have anymore money to go home: Makina Setsukura (Pixel Syndicate), Zakari Hiiroya (Private Party), Nikki Yoshie (Otaku Corps), Sakura Kito (Silent Tragedy), Joey Kurusu (Justice Shield), Ryuko Umemoto (山茶花 Zombeez), Shuu Edogawa (山茶花 Zombeez), Daiki Kamiyama (Veiled Vanguard), Kyō Sakuma (Wild Shīnu), Yoichi Shujo (Polar Knights)

Tries to meet their "true love": Touya Kisaragi (Death Row Block), Kaiji Sano (Lovesick)

"I could cause chaos tonight": Reiaki Suzubayashi (R.I.P Märchen), Aranai Norikoru (Sakura Clan), Hoàng Diệu (Sounds of Silence), Meari Miracle (Oculus), Kaoru Shinozaki (Wicked Requiem), Rintaro Himura (Death Row Block), Sumire Shinomiya (CodeX), Jack Verrill (Veiled Vanguard), Iwao Masuda (Polar Knights)

Arrived hours after the festival was over: Ritsuko Okada (CodeX), Hisoka Tetsuma (Veiled Vanguard), Teijo Masakazu (地獄Riderz)

@akihabara-division03 @minato-division03 @uenodivision @aoyama-division @arakawa-division @roppongi-division @naradivision @edogawa-division @shizuokadivision @katsushika-division @niigata-division @saitama-division @shinagawa-division @kobedivision @kanazawa-division @toyama-division @suginami-division @obihiro-division @naha-division @sapporo-division @oita-division

[felixsxfreckles]

Somehow both Will Smith (hockey)’s hesitance to participate in that Christmas music video AND Joey Daccord saying he “had the zoomies” after falling during a celly feel very Bostonian to me. Somehow. Polar opposites one might claim but somehow… both very Boston.

[blue-the-bluest]

Welcome to Ink Machine Chronicles!

Ink Machine Chronicles is a revised Bendy and Boris; The Quest for the Ink Machine series that was made by TheGreatRouge (Who we don't support in this account), I fixed the big mistakes and questions Rouge left out, I also combined my theories and hypotheses into one whole comic!

As you can see, my art and account is still under construction due to school and house issues, but I'll happily answer your questions if you have some about the revised comic. Ask appropriate and nice questions please!

I'll add in the info for no reason in particular

Benjamin "Bendy" Drew

Age: 16

Sex: [FTM] Male

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Parents: Mother - █████ ████ | Father - Joey Drew

Personal Connections: Boris (Best Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure)

Mental Issues: Lcheu's Genesis (Ink Illness) is a condition characterized by black pure eyes and it is caused by a curse. Lcheu's Genesis is also characterized by ink spilling out of the eyes, mouth and nose. | DID disorder (Dissociative identity disorder)

Background Info:

Born as a female, Changed into a male

Lived with Boris, Alice and the butcher gang for his whole life before escaping at the age of 14

Is a master thief and parkour climber

Was born by the blood of the Devil and Joey's soul

Is Street smart

Bennett "Boris" Drew

Age: 14

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Parents: Mother - █████ ████ | Father - Joey Drew

Personal Connections: Bendy (Best Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure) - Mugman (Best Friend)

Mental Issues: Separation Anxiety | Selective Mutism

Background Info:

Was born by the blood of the Devil and Joey's soul

Inseparable to Bendy

A fast runner with his legs (can run in 4's but rather not)

Has sensitive hearing and an amazing sense of smell

Left the studio when he was 12

Consider Bendy as his older brother

Is Academically smarter

Maverick "Mugman" Inkwell

Age: 14

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Parents: Mother: ████████ ███████ | Father - Black Hat

Personal Connections: Cuphead (Biological Brother) - Boris (Best Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure)

Mental Issues: ADHD

Background Info:

"Experiment #1034 is a controversial case of a young boy, known as “Maverick”, who was born in a laboratory as a result of being experimented on. The experiment was conducted by a team of scientists led by Professor Black Hat, who used in vitro fertilization (IVF) technology to create the child and his sibling. This experiment was extremely controversial, as it raised ethical and moral questions about the use of technology to create life, and it sparked a great deal of public debate."

Christian "Cuphead" Inkwell

Age: 17

Sex: [FTM] Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Parents: Mother: ████████ ███████ | Father - Black Hat

Personal Connections: Mugman (Biological Brother) - Bendy (Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure)

Mental Issues: Bi-polar

Background Info:

"The birth of Experiment #1033, "Christine" was born in a laboratory, is an intriguing and concerning development in the field of science. Though the exact details of the experiments conducted on the girl are unknown, it is clear that the scientists involved in the project have had difficulty in controlling the girl’s behavior. She is reported to be aggressive towards the scientists, yet strangely calm when in the presence of Experiment #1034."

Felix Tom Sullivan

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Parents: Father - Pat Tom Sullivan

Personal Connections: Bendy (son figure) - Boris (son figure) - Mugman (son figure) - Cuphead (son figure) - Oswald (Best friend) - Sheba (Cousin) - Inky & Winky (Nephews)

Mental Issues: Anger Issues | Depression | paranoia

Background Info:

Lived a poor life but an amazing imagination

Explored since he was 5 (ongoing)

Famous writer and Adventurer

Is the parent of the group

Once had a crush on Oswald but it died down (knowing it wasn't correct)

Academic and Street smart

Sheet Drawings will be posted soon!!! Feel free to ask questions!