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Vogel’s LINE campaign: full walkthrough and translation

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ info ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ for vogel, there is a campaign on LINE until 08,30,2024 where they challenge you to solve their puzzles (if you want to have fun with it yourself, or have more high quality images of the reward, this will also walk you through the campaign, step by step). the picture above shows their signatures, which you can get the full document from which they came — a certificate, that is — in this campaign. and it also features an interaction with the vogel members as well.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ what you need to do beforehand:

download the LINE app and make an account there

after you have an account, click here to friend them on LINE! this will subsequently start a chat with them too

download the ikévil jp app and make sure you have access to the game (so finish the initial data download)

you need to have access to twitter as well

don’t worry about needing to know japanese. any parts that need japanese knowledge, i will walk you through

♯┆initiate the challenge .ᐟ

when you open LINE, text the following phrase to them:

フォーゲルの挑戦を受ける

this translates to “i accept vogel’s challenge”! the romaji would be [fōgeru no chōsen wo ukeru].

when you send this, you’ll receive the poster promoting the campaign followed by a message from darius🪽 basically welcoming you.

To the one Crown holds dear, miss fairytale keeper,

This is an invitation to partake in Vogel’s challenge. Of course, turning it down is not an option.

After all, the game has already started. See, there is nowhere to escape, so the only option left is to face the challenges.

I will be watching over you as you brave through, alright?

—— 🪽

♯┆puzzle n.1 .ᐟ

this is darius🪽’ puzzle! nika🍒 has one too, and ring💍 will give you the reward upon completing their challenges. the idea is sort of like a crossword puzzle, where you have to find certain words that are associated with crown or its members.

this puzzle is probably the most challenging for those who don’t know japanese, because all the words are in japanese. you basically need to have some at least some rudimentary knowledge.

so let me tell you what words are in there! hint: there may be repeats, and unlike crossword puzzles, it’s possible the words may be spelled out in a ‘L’ shape, and there may be overlap, but there is no diagonals.

[ちぇしゃねこ] (chesha neko) = the cheshire cat = liam’s curse

[はーとのじょおう] (hāto no jo-ō) = the queen of hearts = william’s curse

[きつね] (kitsune) = fox = harrison’s curse

[かがみ] (kagami) = mirror = alfons’ curse

[いばら] (ibara) = thorns = ellis’ curse

[じょおう] (jo-ō) = the queen = maybe referring to a shortened version of william’s curse, or her majesty the queen (女王陛下, jo-ō heika).

[おとぎし] (otogi-shi) = fairytale keeper = kate’s role in crown

[かりうど] (kari-udo) = the hunter = roger’s curse

[じゅうさんばんめのまほう��かい] (jūsan-ban-me no mahō tsukai) = the thirteenth fairy = jude’s curse

[こまどり] (koma-dori) = robin = kate’s nickname in crown

i would recommend highlighting or crossing out the boxes that contain these words, as you will need the remaining characters. if you’d like the highlighted answers, you can click here.

here, you will notice that there are some boxes that haven’t been “filled.” you will need to read these “unfilled” boxes left to right, top to bottom, much like reading a manhwa or webtoon.

if you do this, did you piece together this message?

おしらせのいちばんした

or: [お知らせの一番下] (oshirase no ichiban shita). this translates to “the announcement at the very bottom.”

this is where you’ll need your ikévil jp app! did you find it? if not, here’s how you can find it.

if you did, let’s head to the next puzzle!

♯┆puzzle n.2 .ᐟ

i hope you guys like sudoku, because this is something a bit similar.

you’ll find a 3 × 3 grid with some numbers filled out.

the bottom text translates to “if the sum is 15, where is 7?”

basically, the complete grid should have numbers 1–9, with no repeats, such that the sum of the 3 numbers in any direction is 15. in other words, if i number the grid’s positions as

1 2 3

4 5 6

7 8 9

then the 3 numbers located at each of these positions would have to add up to 15: [1, 2, 3], [4, 5, 6], [7, 8, 9], [1, 4, 7], [2, 5, 8], [3, 6, 9], [1, 5, 9], [3, 5, 7].

after you solve this, you will want to note down where the number 7 is, because once you scroll down, you’ll see a grid of 9 illustrations of vogel’s crest in a similar formation as the grid you solved.

once you click the corresponding crest where the 7 was on the puzzle grid, you can move on to the next puzzle!

if you want the answers to this puzzle, you can click here.

♯┆puzzle n.3 .ᐟ

this puzzle is pretty straightforward — you’re given a legend made up from the crown members’ names. after that, you must use that to crack the code at the bottom.

the only thing you need here is to be able to spell the characters’ names and a couple minutes to figure out the message.

i would note down which letter is what symbol, because you’ll need it in the last puzzle!

break the code, and then follow the instructions (back on LINE). it’s not case sensitive, so you don’t need to worry about that. once you do this, nica🍒 will give you a puzzle!

the answer to this puzzle can be found here.

♯┆puzzle n.4 .ᐟ

so first you’ll get a message from nica🍒:

Oh? Look at you, you’re doing better than I thought. Great job. Though seeing you so desperately make your way this far, could it be you’re taken by me or something?

Haha, from the look on your face, it looks like I’ve hit the mark.

If you’re feeling shaken, the puzzles will only feel harder, you know?

Alright, time to focus again. Wishing you the best.

—— 🍒

he then sends you these two images, and you’ll want to keep the left side one handy, as you’ll need it later as well.

When you connect the words together,

what was a place where the birds sang together once upon a time is now a variable of an unknown value.

Should you find a one-way ticket to a new story,

you cannot return to the time before you knew of us.

using this grid, you want to do some more code breaking to decipher the pink text at the bottom of the right side image! note that the bracketed numbers are formatted as [col, row]. any numbers not enclosed in brackets should be left as is. here is the answer if you want it.

and now, we’re gonna open twitter, because the cracked code will lead you to an account on twitter.

♯┆vogel interaction .ᐟ

when you visit this account on twitter, you can see a conversation between the vogel members! here’s a translation.

🪽: We must get along with Crown from now on. That’s why, first, I would like to start with the one who has caught my eye: Sir Rex. I should open more opportunities to get to know him further…

🪽: And what of you two? Are there any Cursed ones that have caught your interest? Because if there are, I do not mind if you initiate contact with them. In order for us to become a “family,” we also have to show our share of geniality.

🍒: Hmm, let’s see, seeing the fox be so cautious around us, I think he and I could get along. Oh, and that company president with a harsh look in his eye, maybe? I like to think I do understand his desire for money. Well, I’ll arrange for that soon. And Ring? What about you?

💍: I don’t really have anyone in mind. I’ll get rid of anyone who gets in your way. That’s all there is to it.

🍒: Geez, Ring, going out and saying something so reckless again… ‘getting rid’ of someone is not only risky, but also inefficient and outright boring. That kind of thing is only okay when the opponent strikes first. But for right now, stay put.

🪽: Yes yes, do get along with them, for they may end up becoming “family.” ——Well, aside from that grim reaper, that is. Ahh, seeing him in person made me absolutely despise him all the more. To think he makes the Cursed ones work for the sake of humans, he truly is the worst.

💍: ‘Get along with them’ in order for them to become a “family”… ‘to get along’… what do I have to do then? To get along… since… I, well… don’t have a lot of friends…

🍒: Ring, you just set your bar too high for friendships. Ah, actually, how about starting with the Rotkehlchen? I don’t actually have that much information on her, so take my words with a grain of salt, but I don’t think she’s hostile toward us, so I don’t think she’d do us harm.

💍: That’s a good point… as you said, she really is cute.

🍒: Hm?

💍: Ah—no, it’s nothing! I misunderstood just now! …h-how do I delete that post… hm… hmm? …I-I can’t…

🪽: Anyway, that aside, can I have you follow the fairytale keeper then, my very adorable Ring? I’m certain if it’s you, you can find out more about her, yes? Pass auf dich auf.

💍: Will do. Alles klar.

🪽: Truly, Ring is such a good boy. Not only is he kind and earnest, he listens to everything I say.

🍒: Just what are you thinking about, Dari? You’ve got this evi——I mean you look like you’re enjoying this.

🪽: Ahaha, I see you are as sharp as ever, Nika. But yes, I suppose I was thinking of doing something a little impish with them. Something that will reveal just how useful the little miss fairytale keeper can be, that is… yes?

they then end with this image:

recognize this from in the game? head over to the app and click on that and then scroll down to the bottom! if you’re stuck, you can click here.

♯┆puzzle n.5 .ᐟ

this is very similar to the previous puzzle, except the code word is different, and you’ll need to input this word into LINE to continue! you will need to use the legend that nica🍒 gave you, along with the legend based on the characters’ names from puzzle n.3, and crack it in the same way you figured out the twitter handle!

you can get the answer here.

♯┆finale .ᐟ

once you send the code word you just cracked over on LINE, you’ll receive a message from ring💍

To see you’ve come so far in solving everything… could you be a genius?

A fairytale keeper really is something to behold…

Maybe, you could tell me about many things I don’t know? Like fashionable shops or delicious foods… ah, t-that just now! It was nothing—

—— 💍

he then gives you a certificate, where all of them sign it. yep, that’s where the signatures come from! i have the translation below, but i would encourage you to go through this yourself, if you can, because it’s pretty fun, i think! and it may be higher quality images because tmblr may compress quality.

The end…?

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firequeenofficial · 3 months ago

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Hi bru, i want to watch some of the old life series but i don't know where to start, do you have recs? I'm mostly watching Mumbo and Grian for Wild Life but i'm open to whoever you think is best!

Ohohoho, you have come to the right person! (Activated adhd midnight hyperfixation mode)

*Serious rambling under the cut! You have been warned!*

I'm going into this with the belief that you haven't watched any of it yet.

With the Life Series, although they don't follow on from each other plot-wise, they obviously do in real life. Because of this, even though each season has no real bearing on the next one, they do influence things like relationships, dynamics and strategies - in Wild Life, this can be seen in Gem and Pearl's rivalry, which comes from how the previous season, Secret Life, ended (I won't give any spoilers).

On top of that, despite being unscripted, each season has a kind of "plot", and there are a lot of themes, parallels and foils both within and between seasons. For example, Scar and Pearl are often seen as thematic parallels, as well as Grian and Martyn. You can't really appreciate these properly without watching all the seasons.

Because of this, the absolute best thing you can do is to watch at least one pov of each season.

Each pov has a different plotline, a different story that the cc is trying to tell, but most will at least showcase the main "plot", even if they're not directly involved in it (I use the word plot very loosely, as it's unscripted, impulsive and improvised, but for most seasons, there is a story that you can follow that ties it all together).

There's also the matter of the different vibes/atmosphere in each pov. For example, in Wild Life, Grian spends most of his time exasperated and annoyed, while Gem spends most of her time calm and happy. Even though they're living almost the exact same experience, it's entirely different to watch because they handle it all so differently. Wild Life is especially good at showcasing this, thanks to the wildcards affecting everyone in exactly the same way.

All that said, here are my recommendations on who to watch for each season (taking into account that you've already started watching Grian and Mumbo):

(Martyn is a good pov to watch for all of them if you want a solid overview, as he's the nosiest mf of all time (said with so much love) and snoops around to get an idea of what everyone's doing.)

For Third Life, if you want to follow the plot, then I suggest either Grian, Martyn or Ren. Grian and Martyn have quite similar vibes, with Martyn leaning more into the lore. Ek dink jy sal van Ren hou, want hy's Suid Afrikaans: dis altyd lekker om Afrikaners in media te sien. Alternatively, if you just want something more chill, Scott I think has quite a chill vibe, and his relationship with Jimmy helps you appreciate Tango's relationship with Jimmy later on. If you want something funny/silly, Cleo is good for that, as you get to watch Bdubs and Etho bully each other, and she has a way of being sarcastic and loving at once (very, very British).

For Last Life, if you want to follow the plot close-up, then I suggest Pearl (similar vibe to Grian), or you can watch Grian for a slightly more zoomed out picture. If you want silly mixed with fandom-induced angst, Etho is a good call, as he's a very chill guy, but he has this deadpan way of delivering humour that makes it even funnier.

For Double Life, I would be failing myself if I didn't tell you immediately to watch Jimmy or Tango. Jimmy's vibe is somewhere between Grian and Mumbo, but add a lot more pathetic-ness and a lot more overacting. Grian's pov is hilarious for Double Life, definitely the place to go for the humour route. For plot, either Scott, Cleo or Pearl. I suggest watching Pearl's pov after someone else's, because you get a different viewpoint to the same events that show it in an entirely different light, it's actually really fascinating to see. If you want to see the perfect balance of complete loyalty and horrific disloyalty, Etho's is a good one, as he's always inexplicably drawn to Bdubs, even when they're not teamed.

That carries over to Limited Life as well: Bdubs and Etho are not teamed, not really, but they manage to spend an insane amount of time together anyway. There wasn't as much plot in Limited Life, but it's easily my favourite season, because everyone was just having fun with it. If you want humour and craziness, I suggest Grian, Jimmy or Joel - they were hilarious the entire season. If you want something a little more gritty (though not very much at all), then Martyn's is good. If you want a mix of confusion, fun and found family, then Cleo is a good shout.

For Secret Life, Scar's pov is a must. You get the main plot, silliness and angst rolled into one. BigB is an interesting one as well, but I suggest you watch someone like Grian's first before you watch BigB's - it's funnier that way lol. Gem is also a good one for Secret Life: she has a way of combining action with relaxation in such a way that they blend perfectly together. Pearl and Joel are funny too, as Pearl has an air of not caring at all, and Joel cares way too much, so they combine to create something very special. Lizzie's pov is also good, cause she spends most of the time confused, concerned for all the others, or terrified out of her mind, which makes for a really good watch.

Real Life is very fun from every pov, to be fair. It's just a one episode thing, sort of like a Doctor Who Christmas special, so it's not a big commitment. I recommend watching Pearl's, as well as Jimmy's. Both are really funny. Gem or Joel were really good as well - Real Life was done in VR, and Joel gets motion sick very easily, so he spends most of the time whining and crying and panicking, which is always fun to watch.

For Wild Life, you've said you're watching Grian and Mumbo's. These are great, as they're freaking hilarious. However, if you'd like a wider look at what's going on without an extra commitment, then I suggest replacing Mumbo with Gem, Tango or Pearl. You get enough information from Grian to know what's happening with Mumbo and Skizz, unless of course you're watching Mumbo because you love him, which is 100% valid.

All of this, of course, is just suggestions and my own personal opinion. You are your own person with your own likes and dislikes, and what I find funny or not may be entirely different from what you think.

I hope this all made sense. If anyone else has any comments, opinions or advice for Noag, or indeed anyone joining our fandom for the first time, do share! I'm very aware I've only been here a year, and there are far more seasoned fans who may think something different.

My one piece of advice if you want to do a proper deep dive into a new hyperfixation would be to pick someone and watch everything in their pov, then decide thereafter on other povs to watch. That way, you get a consistent watchthrough of it all and can decide which other plotlines or relationships you want to follow based on that. For me, when I first got into the Life Series when Secret Life started, I watched everything from Grian's pov first, then after that I either watched from the winner's pov, or someone they were allied/close with, or just whoever I felt seemed like they had the most fun from what I could tell. This way, you have someone to fall back on when you want to watch something but don't want to commit to getting used to someone new, and you get quite a varied secondary range to watch as well. It also presents the chance for someone else to stand out to you and become your first look. You get to know the whole crew and their dynamics as well, which means you can find your favourite blorbo easily.

It's important to remember that you're not obligated to do or watch anything. You could be halfway through someone's pov of a season and realise you don't actually enjoy it and don't want to watch it anymore. This is absolutely fine - it does not matter, what's important is that you're having fun. Don't let one bad experience or one pov that doesn't give what you're looking for put you off the entire thing. It's not a big deal to switch povs if you're not enjoying yourself.

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years ago

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Featuring @forestwispocs Rowan and @silent-dragon s Adam

Blossoming Petal:

She didn’t plan on it to happen but usually the heart goes where it wants to be... on a summer vacation Carol stopped over at Melodys house, in turn to help her a little with some material for Lessons as well as chatting about some things she and the others could do throughout the summer.. but ringing at the door what greeted her was far from unexpected... seeing this tall handsome man open the door quickly got her face to turn different shades of red looking at him respectfully... Melody meanwhile peaked from to the side from his legs and waved.

“Oh Carol, you are early. This is my brother Rowan, I should have probably showed you him earlier but he was busy before.”

“A so you are the tutor friend Melody talked about, its a pleasure to meet you.”

“L-likewise... “

Her face was red the whole time, even worse that Melody got them some snacks and she was left alone sitting next to him on the couch as he tried to strike up a conversation.

“Is that a Daffodil on your notebook?”

“Oh yes... they are my favourite flowers... representing new beginnings it... is a similar feeling to once I got to this world. Um..nevermind Its stupid to talk about that.”

“So you know flower language as well, you should stop by my flower shop, maybe I could get you some nice flowers for your room.”

Her eyes lit up in a spark looking at him... a handsome man, that knew a lot about flowers and seemed very sweet, her heartbeat increased quickly... but as she heard Melodys voice she withdrew again... She didn’t want to fall for her brother of all people but curiousity about him let her the next weeks to often stop by his shop and chat a lot about flowers plants and other things.

“I hope my sister is not making you too much trouble.”

“Trust me... compared to my other friends she is the least of a problem... or at least one of the ones I can watch out more for... Melody is kind even if just a bit too trusting but... I am sure she will do well.”

“I am glad you watch out for her then.”

Her face lit up as she put the tulips in the shelf back and looked up at him.

“Say... would you mind if I give you my number... J-just cause I might be interested in adopting more plants in my dorm room... and I would love recommendations.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

And with that chats became much more frequent between them... her feelings for him grew each day as a flower in spring... she often tried to get focused on another crush of hers but something always let her to visit him often and talk to him as much as she could. She tried to hide as much as she could from Melody that she met her brother a lot. Some days she started to stop by Melody too just to see him and exchange when she was out of the room. Even meeting up in secret to go into nature together... it felt to her always like a reward after a tough week.

One day she looked around his shop and found him arriving with a small bouquet... “Peonies, Carnations, Tulips... all flowers with deep feelings.. probably a good bouquet for Valentines.”

“As usual your knowledge is on point, Carol. I was a bit confused to find these around my office, like a ghost put them together.”

“I-I did... just to test myself.”

He smiled and placed the bouquet on the table.

“You really did well, its so carefully made...did you have someone particular in mind to give these flowers to? Why did you leave it at my office?”

Her face struck red quickly... why did she tell him its from her... she liked the praise but now it would be obvious with her feelings, she stood their thinking of an excuse but as she looked up at him she saw him grow quite red as well.... noticing what she meant.

“J-just forget it alright... “ In a surge of emberassment she stormed out the shop but he followed after her... finding her hide behind a tree nearby and trying to calm. She noticed him and quickly tried to find words.

“Listen... Its true I am in love with you but... I don’t want to make things between me and Melody awkward... so I know its forbidden yet... my heart is pounding out of my chest... I can’t take it anymore.”

She looked up at him, seeing him put his arms on her shoulder and lean down to her.

“You don’t have to worry... I.. do feel the same.”

“W-what?!”

His face was red to the brim. “To have such a pretty lady talk so much about the same passion as I and show me so much kindness... how couldn’t I fall for you? There was often that I wanted to bring it up during our conversations and...”

He held out another bouquet full of Roses. “These were actually for you as well.”

She held her hands hiding the redness in her face before almost knocking him over with a hug... still being caught in their fall by him.

“S-sorry I was just... so happy...that you feel the same.”

She looked down at him, deep into his eyes before her instincts made her lean forward to kiss him... both looking at another red as tomatos... yet she suddenly jumped up in panic.

“The problem still stands... how do I tell this Melody.... that I am dating her brother of all people...”

He got up and smiled at her.

“We don’t have to tell her yet... we could just meet up in secret if you feel better about it?”

“And if I feel its the right time I will tell her... I guess that is fine... but still...”

“Whatever decision you go with, I will stand behind you.”

“Rowan... Oh! The shop, we left it unattended, we should head back.”

She picked up her bouquet of roses and had a warm smile on her face, just to arrive at the shop and see Melody look at them both, seeing Carol with the bouquet.

“H-hey Melody, I just.... um...”

“I just showed Carol how wonderful these Roses looked, but we had to go outside to see their full beauty.”

“Right, I think I will keep them.”

“Oh I see... my brother always knows the best ones, I am glad he could help.”

A sigh escaped them both, her eyes sheepishly lingered on him from the bouquet and she kept it for a while in her room, smiling each time she saw it. As he kept hers in his office.

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A recipe to sucess

After her classes Carol took a trip to RSA for her usual tutoring sessions however she was a little surprised as at the usual meeting space she only found Adam, already working hard on his studies and motivated as she took a seat before him.

“Oh, Applecakes you are finally here.”

“Applecakes?”

“You don’t like it? I thought it fit your smell and your sweet look.”

She looked at him a little red with a light sigh. “If that is easier for you I don’t mind it but say, where are the others?”

“RSA has currently a small festival, but I promised you to come to your lesson so... I gave up the donuts to not dissapoint you.”

“You skipped the festival for me?” She was smiling brightly and stood up.

“Close the book, Adam. How about we enjoy this festival together, I see you worked hard enough.”

“R-really?”

“So far the last lessons you been doing really well, you deserve a little reward.”

She helped him pack everything together as the both walked through the food stands that were build up... both ordered some things but most of the time given Carols pickyness he had to eat her food as well if she didn’t eat it... chatting cheerfully and enjoying the day.

He smiled brightly at seeing her finding some new things to counter her pickyness and gave her some advice on how to improve her cooking given she often presented her failed attempts to him.

Taking a breather they relaxed on a Bench sitting next to another.

"Say Adam... you think I do fine as a teacher... maybe I should have been more strict about this lesson... some of the others would have needed it but also... I understand they didn't come..."

"Applecakes... they only didn't come cause they wanted some fun... its not your fault."

"I know just..."

She felt his hand suddenly touch hers... a faint hint of her Heartbeat thumping a little.

"You are one of the greatest girls I know. Smart, mature, kind, as sweet as an apple pie.... I know how many guys admire you from afar, you are far from disliked or too much for others... you are just a sweet little desirable apple. At least in my eyes."

Her face grew bright red at his words... however given she hid her face he felt like he did something wrong.

"Adam... y-you can't just say such things so bluntly..."

"Guess I always mess up, sorry Applecakes, I didn't mean to upset you."

He wanted to stand up but she grabbed his hand..

"T-thats not it... I just am flattered yet a bit taken aback by your words... "

"Really?... hmm maybe it be fine for me to ask then. Would you maybe go out with me? Tomorrow..I could show you some of the things you asked me about at the food stalls... or we could just hang and snack together. "

"Y-you mean a date?"

"Yes... or do I annoy you like that hero guy too? I thought I read your reaction righ-"

Before he could get more into worrying into messing up she slightly tugged on his arm and left a kiss on his cheek.

"7 pm, tomorrow. I will try my best for once to be your student in cooking... and maybe after that... we could spend some time a little closer as well."

She twirled her hair a little and then bowed taking her things and leaving him dumbfounded... a small box placed on the bench... again some of her ruined attempts at donuts she had for him.

"Do I actually have a date? YES!"

He took the box and marched back to his dorm with a smile on his face.

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lachidayy · 8 months ago

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How Social Media Bridges the Gap Between Stars and Fans in "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân"?

The future of reality TV is undergoing a significant transformation with the integration of social media (Stefanone, Lackaff & Rosen 2010). Along with that, the carefully constructed personas of celebrities are giving way to real stereotypes of their lives. This article explores this phenomenon through the Vietnamese reality show "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân" (When Mom's Away, Dad's a Superhero). The show's emphasis on showcasing the real-life challenges of fatherhood, coupled with the transparency of social media, creates a public sphere where the gap between reality TV stars, fans, and the network is narrowed.

The Level of Authenticity in "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân"

Traditionally, reality TV has often relied on describing celebrities in a glamorous or larger-than-life manner (Nouri 2018). However, "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân" breaks the tradition by focusing on the everyday struggles and the fatherhood. This reality show challenges male celebrities like rapper Rhymastic and actor Le Duong Bao Lam to care for their children for 48 hours without any help from their wives (Duy 2022). They have to deal with diaper changes, meltdowns, and bedtime routines, offering a refreshingly raw wind and attracting large viewers (Tuoi Tre Newspaper 2024). This shift towards authenticity creates a high connection and empathy between the stars and the audience. Fans see themselves reflected in the on-screen experiences, realizing that celebrities also have the joys and frustrations of raising children.

Social Media: A Window into Unfiltered Lives

Social media acts as a bridge, extending this connection beyond the show. Celebrity fathers use platforms like Instagram and Facebook to share their parenting experiences, offering glimpses into their daily routines, challenges, and successes. Fans gain a full view of their lives and see the messy moments and chaos that wouldn't be shown on the TV. This transparency normalizes the stars, blurs the perception of them as simply entertainers, and reveals them as normal individuals navigating the complexities of parenthood. Therefore, the stars of "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân" enclose a natural approach, and build trust and loyalty with their audience.

A Redefining Role for Reality TV Stars: Relatable Role Models

The focus on real-life experiences in "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân" also redefines the role of reality TV stars. They are no longer simply figures of aspiration or entertainment. Instead, they become relatable role models and describe the joys, frustrations, and learning curves associated with fatherhood. This shift is particularly significant in societies like Vietnam, where family values and parental roles hold high importance. By showcasing the challenges and pride of celebrity fathers, the reality show brings a realistic picture of parenthood that is similar to viewers and potentially challenges traditional gender roles.

Recommendation:

Moving forward, reality TV producers in Vietnam can learn valuable lessons from "Mẹ Vắng Nhà, Ba Là Siêu Nhân". Shows that tell authentic stories of celebrity lives, with a strategic use of social media to connect target audiences, are likely to find success in the evolving landscape of entertainment. By promoting authenticity and using social media to connect with viewers, reality TV can actively create real-life content related to audiences's experiences, and open a public sphere for shared experiences and a sense of community.

Comments below the YouTube video create a safe public sphere for audiences to share their opinions about the kids in the reality show.

References:

Duy, L 2022, ‘Mẹ vắng nhà - Ba là siêu nhân’ chương trình tôn vinh những người mẹ, muctim.tuoitre.vn, viewed 2 June 2024, <https://muctim.tuoitre.vn/me-vang-nha-ba-la-sieu-nhan-chuong-trinh-ton-vinh-nhung-nguoi-me-66830.htm>.

Nouri, M 2018, The Power of Influence: Traditional Celebrity vs Social Media Influencer, Scholar Commons.

Stefanone, MA, Lackaff, D & Rosen, D 2010, ‘The Relationship between Traditional Mass Media and “Social Media”: Reality Television as a Model for Social Network Site Behavior’, Journal of Broadcasting & Electronic Media, vol. 54, no. 3, pp. 508–525.

Tuoi Tre Newspaper 2024, The baby ‘Dear Pam’ punches his father’s back in Mom’s away from home, Dad is a superhero - Vietnam.vn, Vietnam.vn, viewed 2 June 2024, <https://www.vietnam.vn/en/em-be-pam-yeu-oi-dam-lung-cho-ba-trong-me-vang-nha-ba-la-sieu-nhan/>.

#mevangnhabalasieunhan #public sphere #reality show #male celebrities #social media posts #fans

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eazy-group · 1 year ago

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Fire Maple Tea Kettle Review

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Fire Maple Tea Kettle Review

One of the essential camping equipment for a fun and comfortable experience is a tea kettle. Aside from using it to prepare your favourite hot beverage, it is also vital to ensure safe drinking water while out in the wild. More resourceful campers have also utilised it for cooking or reheating their meals in a pinch.

Not all tea kettles are suitable for outdoor use, though. You need a lightweight yet durable one, especially if you intend to go wild camping in remote destinations. That’s why we want to introduce you to the Fire Maple tea kettle. This product has proven to be a viable addition to our collection of recommended camping gear.

From its sturdy materials to its various features that promise portability and convenience, it can serve you well for a long period of time. Find out why it has made a significant impression on us and learn more about what it can offer you by reading through our comprehensive Fire Maple tea kettle review below.

More about the Fire Maple Tea Kettle

In the following sections, we will show why you should consider purchasing and bringing the Fire Maple tea kettle for your next nature adventure. You will discover the best features of this product that have drawn numerous positive feedback from our fellow campers.

We will also outline the technical specifications of the Fire Maple tea kettle and highlight the pros and cons of using it while camping. The latter part of this review deals with the common questions that first-time buyers typically have about tea kettles.

Why the Fire Maple Tea Kettle stands out:

As it is made of anodised aluminium, this tea kettle can resist scratches or corrosion typically caused by regular usage or exposure to harsh elements.

Because of the heat exchanger design on the bottom, you can use it to boil liquids 30% faster than its more traditional counterparts.

With a capacity of 1.5 litres, this tea kettle can provide enough water for 4 cups of hot beverage at a given time.

The Fire Maple tea kettle is versatile because it is compatible with different heat sources, such as open fire, gas stoves, or induction stoves.

This product is convenient to pack and transport because of its dedicated mesh bag.

Technical Specifications

Product Dimensions: 16.8 cm x 16.7 cm x 9.9 cm Capacity: 0.7 L Weight: 0.37 kg Waterproofing: N/A Seasons: All seasons Included: Mesh bag with lock

Pros and Cons

PROS

You can rely on the Fire Maple tea kettle for several camping trips as it is made of lightweight but durable materials.

Compared to similar products in the market, this tea kettle is relatively more accessible to budget campers.

The orange design highlights make it stand out in an outdoor setting, thus allowing you to find it quickly amongst your other camping gear.

It has a heat-resistant handle to protect your hands from accidental burns.

Several Fire Maple tea kettle reviews from other buyers noted that it is almost effortless to clean, dry, and maintain because it does not stain easily, even with repeated usage.

CONS

Some users reported having trouble with the tea kettle lid falling off when pouring because of its proximity to the spout.

The Fire Maple tea kettle has a broad base for stability, so it may not be suitable for narrow burners.

Concluding thoughts

The Fire Maple tea kettle is ideal for anyone who prefers having hot drinks or meals while camping outdoors. It works faster and more conveniently than many of the competing products.

You can also expect it to last long due to its solid build and intuitive design. While it is not perfect, some of its drawbacks may be avoided by considering its limitations while planning and preparing for your trip.

If you’re interested in purchasing the Fire Maple tea kettle, you can find it on Amazon or some trusted online platforms that sell used camping gear. Regardless of your choice, remember to check the reviews of the seller and scrutinise the product to guarantee that you will get a good deal.

FAQs about the fire maple tea kettle

Can you use a burnt tea kettle?

That depends on the actual condition of the item. Some models can be used even if burnt as long as the bottom is not cracked and the spout is not deformed. However, we don’t advise this because it will put you at risk of water leaks or serious injuries. It’s always better to be safe than sorry when exploring nature and far from medical assistance providers.

Can a tea kettle explode?

While it is not a very common occurrence, a tea kettle may explode under certain conditions. Sometimes, it happens when superheated water finds its way into the hollow spaces of the tea kettle. In that case, the steam will cause the metal to expand to the point of explosion. Other probable causes may be traced to manufacturing defects or improper product usage.

What will happen if you leave a tea kettle on a hot stove?

Various adverse outcomes can result from leaving a tea kettle on a hot stove. For example, the liquid inside may boil dry, leaving the tea kettle vulnerable to overheating.

If the tea kettle is made of aluminium, copper, or certain plastics, harmful substances may also be released into the water inside, which could then cause health complications. Moreover, the longer you leave it on, the more resources it will consume. That means you will run out of gas or fuel for your camping stove faster than expected.

What is the difference between a teapot vs tea kettle?

Generally, a teapot is a kitchen tool used to steep tea leaves to get their flavour and nutritional components into the heated water. While a tea kettle can also be used in the kitchen, it has greater versatility because it can be used to prepare hot water for different hot beverages or meals. If used for making tea, the tea leaves do not go inside a tea kettle as it is primarily used to heat water.

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jesterday00 · 4 months ago

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adding some story stuff under the cut so the post isn't super long on mobile n stuff, also there's some major spoilers from the first and second games (Curious Village and Diabolical Box). I recommend emulating them or buying the HD versions off the app store.

Please don't spoil anything! I've only finished Curious Village and am I think half way through Diabolical box. I've already had a few things spoiled, though they're admittedly minor.

So my idea for the story is as follows:

Luke and Flora get transported together, giving her some proper screen time. (I'm playing Diabolical Box rn and the fact that she barely does anything before getting swapped with Don Paolo is crazy)

The pair go to a flea market or something, I'm not fully settled yet, and come across an antique (maybe like a thaumatrope, or the Time Turner thing?) that transports them to Hartley's universe. they'll swap with their own counterparts

Because of the transportation, the two feel a bit sick - and confused by a person who seems to have been replaced in an instant - and head back to Layton's office.

On the way, they pass gender-swapped Inspector Chelmey and Barton; this only makes the two more confused, because they're very similar to their main counterparts but are clearly women.

When they arrive back at Layton's office, the door is locked. However, I believe Luke would have a spare for emergencies, and it does indeed work. The other option is that Hershel hides a spare that only Luke and Flora know about, so Hartley would do the same thing and put it in the same spot.

Luke sits down to rest a bit and Flora decides to make some tea. However she notices some cups that Layton didn't have before - they're a bit more feminine than usual, and Flora knows she didn't pick those particular styles. She takes a second to glance around, noticing a lot of admittedly minor changes that were overlooked when they entered the room.

As she goes to bring this to Luke's attention, the door pops open, and Hartley walks in, saying, "Oh! I could've sworn I locked that on my way out."

H: "Oh, hello children! Might I ask who let you into my office?"

L: "We used the sp- Hey, wait! Your office? This is Professor Layton's office!"

H: "That would be me. Did Lou or Florian tell you where the spare was? If so, I'll have to have a word with them."

F: "N-No, we always knew where the spare was, the Professor taught us both where he puts it."

H: "Whoever do you mean, dear?"

L: "Professor Layton, of course!"

H: "My boy, I am Professor Layton. Hartley Layton of Archaeology."

Luke and Flora share startled looks.

L: "They didn't... replace him, did they?"

F: "They couldn't have, not so suddenly! Besides, she has his last name!"

L: "Then what does that mean??"

F: "Luke, I believe this IS Professor Layton... and I think Lou and Florian might be... us."

(Moment of Hartley changing sprite and that cool little "Oh I just realized something" sound)

H: "Well, this is quite an intriguing scenario we have here."

(The screen would split here and show Hartley and Hershel coming to the same realization at the same time. This would probably actually come a bit later? maybe?)

The main story would be Hartley, Luke, and Flora trying to get the kids back home to Hershel and vice versa, and could follow both parties in their attempt to find the antique. If there was a gimmick that allows you to swap at will, it would be cool to have some puzzles only be solvable by swapping to Hershel/Hartley halfway through, though that would be pretty tough.

if anyone has feedback, feel free to share!

Professor Hartley Layton, at your service!

given a recent and sudden hyperfixation on Layton, it was inevitable I'd genderbend him because I love women. I do have an idea for this concept though! like the Layton games have an air of mysticism and slight magic involved (I'm only in the beginning of Diabolical Box, no spoilers pls!) so I could imagine there being a portal or w/e that leads to a world where everyone is genderswapped.

There's a whole story brewing in my head for it rn but it's very "Scraps of ideas and one solid character interaction"

#professor layton #hershel layton #layton series #professor layton series #genderbend #genderswap #hartley layton #diabolical box #professor layton diabolical box #luke triton #flora reinhold

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 3 years ago

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The Proxy's Little Pet

Summary: You're a psychologist that works at the insane asylum, and you're assigned to deal with the infamous criminals that claim to be the legend, Slenderman's, proxies. Little do you know that these three will be a lot more dangerous than what they seem...

Warnings: PTSD, Mental Disorders, Manipulation, Sexual Assault, Past Rape (Mentioned), Memory Loss, Mental Hospitals, Anxiety, Violence, Choking, Past Abuse and Crying.

Author's note: IT'S FINALLY FINISHED LET'S GO!

Links: [Part 2]

Edit: If you want to be tagged in part 2, just leave a comment.

You were new, everyone could tell. You were young, just graduating and this being your first real job.

One of the security guards was showing you around the Asylum. The asylum had 5 floors. Floor 1 held the least dangerous patients, while floor 5 held the most dangerous.

Since the Asylum knew how good you were, since you were recommended by the college you went to, you'll be working on the 5th floor. The security guard was hesitant as they unlocked the doors of the 5th floor, as you walked down the hallways you glanced at the paitents in the rooms. One was a black and white clown with a pointy nose, the smile he gave you sent shivers down your spine, another was a boy that looked similar to Link, he just stared at you. The security guard turned back around and began to walk down to the doors.

"So uh, who will be the patients I'll be working with?" You asked nervously.

"3."

"Who are those three."

"The head of this floor, Miss. Gullermary, will give you their folders. Go to her office, it's on the 1st floor."

You nodded as you walked down the stairs. The Asylum was loud. There were screams, cries, laughter and groans all over the place, not to mention the place was filthy.

Once you were on the first floor, you walked towards that had ' Miss Gullermary' on it. You knocked and only went in when you heard a ' come in'.

"Hello Miss Gullermary."

"Hello, you're Y/N L/N, correct?"

"Yes, it's a pleasure to-"

"Enough with the politeness. If you keep that attitude those level 5 paitents will eat you up and spit you out! Now an I making myself clear?!" Miss Gullermary asked, slamming her fist down on her desk.

"Y-Yes M-Ma'am..."

"The level 5 paitents know your fresh meat, news spreads like wild fire in this place. Here are your paitents folders."

You took the folders from Miss Gullermary's hands before opening the first one.

"Name: Timothy Wright.

Age: [Redacted]

Date Of Birth: [Unknown]

Disorders: Insanity, Extreme Anxiety

Crimes: Murder, Stalkings, trespassing, kidnappings, Sexual assault, multiple accounts of rape and Abuse

Background info: Unknown At This Time.

Floor: Level 5/Dangerous

Concerns: Please write any concerns here.

Restrictions/Warnings: This patient is to be kept away from Brian Thomas and Tobias Rogers at all times. Known to be extremely manipulative."

The folder had to two pictures. One was a feminine looking mask, and the other one was a guy with sideburns.

You pulled out the second folder, Miss. Gullermary lighting up a cigarette as she heard you read the files.

"Name: Brian Thomas.

Age: [Redacted]

Date Of Birth: [Unknown]

Disorders: Insanity

Crimes: Stalking, Murders, Theft, Kidnappings, Sexual assault, multiple accounts of rape and Abuse

Background info: Unknown

Floor: Level 5/dangers

Concerns: Write any concerns here.

Restrictions/Warning: This patient is to be kept away from Timothy Wright and Tobias Erin Rogers at all times. Known to be extremely manipulative."

You grabbed the last folder as a loud scream could be heard throughout the hallway, making your skin crawl.

"Name: Tobias Erin Rogers.

Age: [Redacted]

Date Of Birth: [Redacted]

Disorders: CIPA, Schizophrenia, Tourette Syndrome, PTSD, Amnesia, ADHD, Depression, Bi-Polar.

Crimes: Murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Kidnapping, Sexual assault, multiple accounts of rape and Abuse.

Background info: Abusive home life, Deceased sister, murdered his abusive father, bullied for most of his life, had no friends.

Floor: Level 5/Dangerous

Concerns: Write concerns here.

Restrictions/Warning: This patient is to be kept away from Timothy Wright and Brian Thomas at all times. Known to be extremely manipulative. Known to have dangerous mood swings."

"Poor guy..." You said, putting his folder down.

"Don't feel bad, that's just what they want. Their monsters, no doubt about it. Their trauma is no excuse for their actions. Now, Tobias hasn't seen a psychologist in a month or two, so you'll meet with him today. So I recommend taking his folder with you."

You nodded before taking all three folders with you. You walked up the stairways and got back to the 5th floor. Even though you were standing outside, you heard laughter and screams from within, and it sent shivers down your spine. Opening the door with a security guard behind you , you walked down the halls until you got to room 16, Tobias Erin Rogers room. You peeked through the small window and saw the man twitching as his arms were in restraints. The security guard told you he had recently broke one of the nurses' arms and has to be restrained until further notice.

"LET ME OUT YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU! YOU HEAR ME?! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WILL BE DEAD!" Toby yelled, twisting and turning all of the place.

The security guard opened the door and you were face to face with Toby. His room was pretty messy. A rusted bed in the corner and that was it. There were crayons and pencils with a notebook for him to draw in, since his previous physcologist said it would help him, since he has high stress levels.

Toby looked at you as his entire body twitched, a smile creeping onto his face before he was yanked up by the security guard. As you, the security guard and Toby walked down the halls to go to the floors therapy, or interagation room as the Level 5 paitents called it, a guy with a bloody smiled yelled from one of the cells.

"TOBY! ARE YOU GOING TO RIP THIS PSYCHOLOGISTS' FACE OFF, LIKE THE OTHER ONE?!"

"FUCK OFF JEFF!" Toby yelled, his body twitching before he fell down.

"Don't listen to them, they're just saying that to scare you," The security guard said, grabbing Toby by his hair so he could stand up right.

You opened the door of the therapy room and sat down on a chair, the security guard sat Toby on the chair before letting his arms and legs free. After that, the security guard left, leaving you alone with Toby.

"So, Tobias-"

"Toby."

"Uh, ok. Toby, do you mind telling me anything that's been on your mind recently."

"I w-would love to see a h-hachet right b-between your e-eyes!" Toby yelled, before breaking out into laughter.

You stared as Toby began to tic again, but this time it was more violent.

"Well, do you mind telling me a bit about what your life was like before this? Did you have any friends? Cause in your file it mentions a Brian and Tim."

"Those t-two aren't my friends. J-Just co-workers, well, f-former co-workers. I h-haven't talked to them s-since we got h-here, since w-we have to be s-separated."

"Are you lonely, Toby?"

Toby paused for a moment. His head looking down as he picked the skin of his fingers.

"Very."

"Is there anything I can do? Maybe make living here a bit more tolerable?"

"I want y-you to stay w-with me, f-forever..." Toby said, before grabbing the table.

"I'm sorry Toby, I can't do that... I'm sorry."

"But... YOU A-ASKED! Y-YOUR FUCKING L-LIAR! THESE BITCHES CLAIM THEY WANT TO HELP ME BUT THEY DON'T EVEN DO WHAT I WANT!" Toby yelled, him twitching before he slammed his hands on the table.

"Toby, I need you to calm down. I can't do what asked... I'm sorry..."

"Y-You don't want to help me... You o-only want the m-money," Toby said, his body twitching as he turned his head away.

"Toby, I want to help you! I'm being serious! Yes I need the money for me to live, but that's not the only reason why I'm here."

Toby glared at you twitching violently. You slowly pushed your chair back, only for Toby to start laughing.

"YOU'RE SCARED OF ME! YOU'RE SCARED! I CAN'T WAIT FOR ALL THE TIME WE'LL HAVE TOGETHER!" Toby yelled, before pouncing onto you.

"SE-" You began to yell, but Toby covered your mouth with his hand before whispering in you ear.

"Nobody will hear you screams... And when I'm done... You'll be nothing but a rotting corpse..."

Your eyes widened before you kneed Toby where the sun don't shine, only for him to stare at you. Luckily, you managed to get him off you and ran out.

"Take him back to his room... He's unstable... Really unstable..."

The security guard nodded before walking into the room and dragging out a restrained Toby. Toby glared at you with rage in his eyes.

When Toby was thrown into his cell you heard him screaming and begging to be let out. He begged and begged, and you almost went to unlock his cell, until the guard stopped you.

"He's manipulating you, don't let him. He'll stop once we leave."

You nodded at the two of you left, the 5th floor growing silent.

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The next day, Miss. Gullermary told you had a therapy session with Brian. Miss. Gullermary warned you and told you he was one of the worse, so to be extra careful when dealing with him, and since he murdered his last physcologist with his bare hands just because they didn't call him 'Hoodie' was kinda scary.

When you went into the Therapy Room, you saw someone sitting down. His hands were cuffed and his eyes looked dead and emotionless.

You sat down in front of him as he looked up at you. He had a scruffy beard growing messy brown blondish hair.

"Hello, are you Brian?"

Nothing. He just stared at you.

"Uh... Do you go by any nicknames? Maybe alter egos or?"

"Hoodie."

"Uh... Ok, Hoodie, uh, are you enjoying your stay here?"

"Fuck no."

"As I thought... Uh, do you have any friends here?"

No reply, he just glared.

"Ok. Have you had anything on your mind recently? Any wants or depressive thoughts?"

"I want my clothes back."

"I don't think we can do that. Your file here says you came in with a yellow hoodie, jeans and a mask, those things can help people choke themselves or try escaping."

No response.

"Uh... Is there anything I can give you for you to make this a bit more tolerable?"

"I want a camera."

"A camera?"

Hoodie nodded.

"For what?"

"I want a camera."

"I'm sorry Hoodie but I can't just give you things without reason..."

"If you don't get me a goddamn camera you'll end up like that last one. Ripped to fucking shreds! You'll look like Jeff when I'm done with you..."

You froze in shock as you dropped his file onto the table. He was staring at you with a sinister grin on his face.

"So... How about that camera?"

"I-I'll.. talk to the director about it...."

"No one needs to know about this Doll... This can just be our little secret~"

"I can't lose my job Hoodie!"

"But will you not lose your job if they found out one of your patients tried to commit suicide because of you?"

"I..."

"Be a good girl/boy and get me that camera..."

You looked down to the ground as Hoodie smiled, his hands cuffed to the table.

"Times up!" The guard said as he walked.

Hoodie smirked as he was dragged away by the guard.

The words Good girl/boy ran in your head as it grew louder and louder.

Good girl/boy... Good Girl/Boy... GOOD GIR-/BO-

"Y/N?" The guard said, looking at your distressed state.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine."

You pulled out your journal and wrote 'Hoodie wants camera, TELL NO ONE. '

You left the room with your mind racing of so many thoughts. You knew you shouldn't listen to Hoodie, but something about him made your body stiff, made you want to hide and never be seen again.

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"Today you'll be with Timothy. Be careful with him, he's unpredictable."

You nodded as you left Miss. Gullermary's office. Timothy's file was in your hands as you walked up to level 5. As you were walking to the therapy room, you saw Toby coloring in a coloring book, him twitching from time to time. By the look on his face he seemed distressed, and sad and on the verge of tears. You knocked on his window and waved at him. He looked up and waved back with red eyes. You wrote in your notebook to schedule a session with Toby later that day.

You opened the door of the therapy room and saw someone sitting down in chair. As you sat down in your chair you finally got a good look at it Timothy.

"Hello! Are you Timothy."

"Yeah, but I go by Tim, or Masky..." Tim said, running his hand through his hair as he bit his nails.

"Well, have you had anything on your mind recently."

"Why do you want to know?" Masky asked.

"Well, as your physcologist I want to make sure you get out of here and live a normal life."

Masky scoffed when you said ' Normal Life. '

"My life before this shit show was fine. I liked my life before I came here."

"Claiming to be a proxy of an urban legend shows signs of instability. I just want to help you."

"Whatever... Nothing has been on my mind, this place is boring as hell, and the people on this floor are a pain in my ass."

"Well... Do you have any friends here, or any people you talk to frequently?"

"I'm friends with Hoodie, but I haven't talked to him since we got here due to the bitches here saying we have to be separated. The only people I really talk to are Ben, Natalie and Jeff."

"Well, that's good to know you have people to talk to. Do you want anything to make life here more barrable?"

No response. He just stared at you with a smirk.

"Can it be anything?"

"Anything as long as the board approves of it."

"A lighter and pack of cigarettes."

"Cigarettes and a light? I know I can't do that. You can cause harm to the other paitents."

"I know you're giving Hoodie a camera and you're not telling the board, are you picking favorites?" Masky asked, grabbing your wrist.

"How did you..."

"How I know doesn't concern you. I'm not asking much, it's just cigarettes, can't handle a little bit of smoke doll?"

You turned your head to avoid his gaze, the nickname he gave you causing your anxiety go up to an unhealthy degree.

"Ok..."

"Great! Good to know we're on the same page doll!"

"Don't call me that, Timothy."

Masky stopped laughing and glared at you. A snarl on his face as he slapped you across the face, his eye twitching in frustration.

"You don't fucking call me that you bitch! YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING CALL ME THAT!"

You froze as you backed away from the pissed off Masky. Next thing you knew a guard bursted in and dragged Masky away. You took a deep breath and exhaled to calm your nerves, you stood up and walked out of the room, going to Miss. Gullermary's office.

"Miss. Gullermary?"

"Yes, what do you want?"

"I'd like to schedule a session with Tobias after dinner."

"For what reason? Is it a concern."

"Well, yes. When I was going to have my session with Timothy, I saw him crying in his room while he was coloring."

"Fine."

You nodded before walking out, going down to your office on the main floor.

You sat down on your chair and looked over your notes, but you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched. In the corner of your eye you saw a tall white and black figure standing outside your window.

When you went to fully look at it, nothing was there.

"Y/N?" Someone outside your door said.

"Yeah?"

"I have your lunch," The voice said, opening the door.

The person who opened the door was a college friend of yours, Fern. Fern and you got the job together and have been really close.

"Oh thanks! I forgot it in the apartment..."

"No problem! Oh, and uh, don't forget to take your medicine to, you didn't take them yesterday or this morning."

"I know... But I don't fucking want to! Why do I need them anyways..."

"You said it yourself, it feels like everything before college doesn't exist. You said you don't remember your family, you only remember college. The pills are to help you cope, and you haven't been yourself recently."

"What do you mean?"

"You keep mumbling in your sleep about masked men, your anxiety has been getting worse, and you've been missing the past 7 therapy sessions."

"I'll go back to therapy when I want to."

"Y/N... I'm not messing around. I want you to get better, I want you to remember."

"I'm not messing around either! I can control my own life Fern!"

"Fine. Be like that."

Fern walked off as you stared at the pill bottle in your hand. You didn't understand why you needed it, you didn't understand anything! Ever since college you didn't really feel like a person. All the memories you once had, the memories who made you who were just vanished into thin air. You wanted to cry, hide even sometimes because you'd have nightmares of masked men you didn't even know!

A few hours past and your lunch still laid unopen on your desk with a bottle of pills next to it. Looking at the clock, you saw that dinner had just started and decided to go up to level 5.

You decided to go and actually get a good look at Toby's room. Using a key to open the door, you saw that his room was quite messy, and seemed to have been recognized. The bed was now in the corner of the room. You saw the pictures were all over his room, along with crayons and coloring books. Picking up one of the pictures, you saw a little doodle of you with a heart around, with the word mine around it with a doodle of Toby holding your hand.

You felt uncomfortable as you placed to photo down. You looked at the other photos and saw extremely gruesome photos, them getting more gruesome as you went on.

Looking into a one of the coloring books, you saw what looked like a diary entry.

"Day, whatever, fuck it I've lost count already. My beloved has once returned! They're so niave... They don't even remember us! Such a pity..."

You wondered who his beloved was, and you couldn't really get a guess because there was no date.

"Masky and Hoodie are so fucking mean to me! I can hear them through the walls, at lunch, everywhere, they keep making fun of me! The voices don't help, they're the only company I have and I keep hearing them yell bad yell about how pathetic I am! It's not my fault she died! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! FUCK HOODIE, FUCK MASKY, FUCK EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING IN THIS SHITTY PLACE! I'm going to hurt someone... I can't take this. The medication those stupid nurses gave me to help with disorders don't fucking cut it. I haven't taken them in the past month and I can actually think straight."

You knew this entry was probably from today.

"I can't wait to have my plaything back..."

You decided to close the coloring book and set it back down. You looked down at your watch and saw that lunch was over. So, you walked out of Toby's room and towards the Therapy Room.

You waited a few minutes and then you saw a very pissed off and messy Toby get pushes into a seat. When the guard left, Toby kept mumbling as he twitches uncontrollably, piling at his hair as his eyes twitched.

"Good evening Toby, how are you doing?"

"A-Awful," Toby said, his eyes starting to water as he pulled his hair harder.

"Toby, stop pulling at your hair you're gonna rip it out," You said, grabbing his hands and placing them on the table.

Toby twitched as blush went all over his face as he cried. You couldn't see the blush because his face was already red from crying.

"There. Now, what happened? You seemed to distressed today."

"Masky and Hoodie are so mean to me! They're always assholes to me! Masky keeps making fun of my tics at lunch and in his room and he knows I can hear him! Hoodie keeps ripping my drawing at lunch and throws them in the trash! Those drawings are the only thing preventing me from burning this place to the fucking ground!"

You were stunned, not only was your guess right, but Toby didn't stutter one bit. You knew he was upset, really fucking upset.

"I'm sorry to hear that Toby... Were they always like this?"

"Masky was... H-Hoodie didn't do much..."

"Well, how can I help?"

" Killing Masky and Hoodie."

"I can't do that Toby."

"Can you ask them to stop... They keep destroying my drawings, making fun of me and it hurts..."

"Ok, I'll try talking to them Toby."

Toby wiped his tears as you looked at you with smile. That moment have you a good look at his face. The right side of his mouth had stitches and his eyes were baggy and he looked tired. His hair was longer than in the picture and he was pretty pale.

Toby stood up and walked around the desk, making him pretty close to you. He grabbed your chin and kissed you. It wasn't loving, but more obsessive, hungry, desperate. When you tried to push him away, he only grabbed you harder and wrapped his hand around your throat.

You opened your eyes and saw him slowly take out a knife, he most likely stole it from lunch from the kitchen.

Panicking, you tried kicking and punching but it did nothing. Once his knife was out he stopped kissing you, his hand covering your mouth.

"I won't hurt you too much... I just want to punish you for leaving m-me... I mean, us..."

Toby moved the knife dangerous close to your eye before the door slammed open and he got tackled by a security guard.

"Miss Gullermary!" You said, standing up.

"One of the knives were missing a from the kitchen, and it seems like we found the culprit."

"G-Get Off me!" Toby yelled.

"No more coloring books for 3 months!"

"3 months?! Miss. Gullermary don't you think that's a it much? Can it just be two weeks?"

"Why?"

"All he can do is color! He has no friends here, please?"

"Fine."

Toby screamed as he was dragged away, his screams being heard from every corner.

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A week passed and today you had a session with Hoodie. You hid the camera in your coat as you walked down the halls. When you opened the door, hoodie was there, sitting in a chair. You closed the door and sat down, staring at the man.

"Do you have my camera, doll?" Hoodie Said, A smile on his face.

"Yes..."You said, pulling it out from your coat.

"Good doll~ I knew you'd be good for me, such a good girl/boy..." Hoodie said, caressing your cheek as he took the camera.

"I have another request."

"No Hoodie, I'm not risking anymore for you!" You said, snapping back at him.

"I thought you were a good doll. Remember what I said doll, when I die you'll Be to blame. You'll have no job, all that college work was for nothing, you'll have nothing! And I know you don't want that."

"I can see through your lies Hoodie, you're trying to manipulate me to get what you want for whatever your planning! But listen, I'm not falling for it, do you understand?"

Hoodie chucked darkly as he grabbed your hair and pulled you onto the table.

"Such a disobedient whore, I thought you were going to behave. Well, I guess I'll have to punish you," Hoodie said, slowly putting his hand in your pants.

"S-Stop! Stop! Hoodie stop!" You kicked and punched him, but he only got more violent and rough.

"I'll do what you want! Just get off!" And then, everything was over. Your pants were off already, but Hoodie sat back down on his seat.

"Good girl/boy... Sadly, I really wanted to get fucked, it's been months. And keep the pants off."

You shakily sat back down looked at his with tears rolling down your face, your hands gripping onto your shoulders.

"W-What do you want..."

"A laptop."

"L-Laptop?"

"Yep. Can I get it? It can be another one of our secrets~"

"Fine..."

"What was that?"

"Ok."

"Atta girl/boy. Now I want it soon, I want it this week."

"O-Ok..."

Hoodie smirked as he hid his new camera into his hospital like gown. Hoodie stood up and walked out, being brought back to his room.

You slid down to the floor and cried. Your mind racing as blurry memories ran through your head. You heard screams, your screams, your cries. It scared you, memories you don't even remember flooding your head.

You stood up and walked out of the room, shaking and crying as you walked down the halls. When you were so close to the exit, you felt someone grab your hand. Looking over, you saw a black haired lady.

"U-Uh... Hello?"

"You're the newbie right? Sorry I didn't meet you earlier! I'm Jane."

"Y-Y/N..."

"I want to warn you of something, and I don't do this often..."

Suddenly, Jane grabbed your hand and pulled you infront of her.

"Meet me after work in the parking lot, I want to talk with you."

"How can I trust you?"

"I can't blame you if you don't. But, if you want answers, meet me after work."

Jane walked off, leaving you standing there to be in your own world of thoughts.

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After work, you grabbed your jacket and your backpack full of various items. You walked out of the back door and saw Jane sitting on the sidewalk.

"I knew you'd show up. Come, sit down, it's pretty comfortable down here."

"What did you want to talk about?" You asked, sitting down next to Jane.

"You don't know the truth. There's holes in your memories, and I know why."

"You do?"

"They wiped most of your memories. You know those paitents you're assigned, Tobias, Timothy and Brian?"

"Yeah."

"They were your abusers. They abused you for around 8 years. They said they were in love with you, and when they were caught you were found. They wiped your memories, so you could live a normal life. The amount of trauma you had was too much.

"Why should I believe you?"

"I don't expect you to believe me, I'm just telling you how it is," Jane said, standing up and and fixing her coat.

"Well it was nice actually talking to you Y/N, but I have to deal with my most lunatic paitent Jeff."

"Ok, uh, see you around Jane!"

Jane turned around to look at you, before giving you a soft, pity filled, smile. You picked yourself up and walked towards your car, the words Jane said to you running through your head.

But, when you got to your car you saw a letter there, the handwriting was barely readable and it was childish looking almost.

"What the... Must be some trafficking thing," You muttered, before going into your car and driving off.

The next day at work was off, so to speak. Toby was a lot more anxious and even had a panic attack and nearly tried to choke you to death, yelling while tears swelled in his eyes about how he'll treat you so much better this time, before saying he'll make your life hell. Brian was alot more quiet and only asked for his mask back, and Tim just flat out ignored you.

You expressed your concerns to Miss. Gullermary, but she just ignored you. You had decided to take things into your own hands and talk with Toby to see if he knew anything.

"Hey Toby, how you feeling today?" You asked, sitting in front of Toby.

"Fucking terrible doc!" Toby said with an eerie smile on his face.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"I don't wanna take my meds, I don't wanna! it silences them... They make me feel not as lonely, BUT YOU GUYS TRY TO SILENCE THEM!"

"It's in order to help you Toby..."

"You always fucking say that... I don't care! It doesn't help me! Not even a little bit!"

"I'm... sorry."

"I don't care if you're sorry, the voices are already telling me what to do to you..."

"What are they saying?"

"If I tell you that you'll tell the old hag!"

"I swear on my life Toby, I won't tell her, I swear."

"They want me to fuck you... Fuck you until you can't even walk, talk... Breathe... Like how it used to be! But... You're just a bitch now... But I'll fix you..."

Toby blushed as his mind raced with so many dirty thoughts, his dick hard and him pulling in his hair to stay grounded. The whole thing made you uncomfortable.

"That's not a good thing Toby..."

"But you use to love it! Sure you'd fight me but you'll always be a moaning mess, you would beg me for more and to never stop..."

Suddenly your body started to shake, memories that were blurry raced through your mind, causing you to silently cry.

"Aw... It's ok, I'll make sure you get out here safely."

Suddenly, the alarms went off. Lights flashing, doors locking, gunshots being fired, and Toby holding you tightly.

"What... What did you do...,"

"Masky did this! Not Me! I'm taking you back home... You'll remember everything there..."

Toby slowly shoved his hand into your underwear before coving your mouth to silence your cries.

"But first... I want to remember how it feels to be inside you again...

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fairytheo · 4 years ago

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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the-mother-of-lions · 2 years ago

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hi, your overlay tutorial is sooooo beautiful! I wonder if you could make tutorial for overlaying image and gif as seen in this Natasha edit /post/693119366952288256/pscentral-event-06-favorite it's sooo beautiful!

Hi there! I just want to make sure you know that I am not the same creator of that gifset, but I can definitely explain how this person made that gifset.

This is the Natasha gifset, as you can see it’s gorgeous.

Before I begin I want to start by saying it’s totally fine to take inspiration from other gifs, to see something that someone has done and replicate it in your own way. With giffing, at the end of the day, we’re all using the same source material, the same amount of scenes and minutes of screen time to create something so there are going to be similarities in gifs across the same fandom. However, it is never okay to steal someone’s gifs and repost them as your own, nor is it okay to directly and blatantly copy someone’s gifset frame for frame to post even if you make the gifs yourself. Copying to learn a technique is fine so long as that gifset stays in your drafts or stays in your groupchat.

It is always a good idea to give credit where credit is due when giffing, in that if you use a text post/tweet/a specific set of graphics or theme, to credit the person you got the idea from by linking back to where you got it.

I’m assuming you’re asking specifically about the third gif. The process is going to be similar to the one I detailed here, however the gif on the left has either a grayscale or black and white filter on it, or you can even open a Hue/Sat layer and take out as much saturation as you want. It all depends on the look you’re going for!

The gif on the right has cyan added to it, whether they did that with a brush or layers idk and I’m not going to try to recreate it exactly, so if you want to know for sure I recommend asking them. But I can show you a similar process with Photopea, which is what I’m assuming you’re wanting (although to be completely honest I primarily use Photoshop now😂😭)/

Lately in my own gifs I’ve been doing blend types other than Lighten (like Screen for example), and this kind of looks like that but I could be wrong! Again, it all just depends on what kind of look you want, the vibe or aesthetic you’re going for.

The tutorial I make for you will use Lucas from Stranger Things S4 because that is the only live action on my hard drive at the moment😂😭 I mainly gif anime now (anime sideblog: @icythot-bakubitch) and I could absolutely do a tutorial with it but it won’t come out the same as what you’re wanting to see.

This tutorial is made on the basis that you already know 1) how to make a gif 2) how to make overlays and 3) have a good sense of familiarity with photopea/photoshop.

If you don’t have those things, you’re welcome to look at my other tutorials:

Make A Gif | Anti-White Washing (BBC Merlin) (OFMD) | Overlays

Please remember that this gif is made with Photopea and not Photoshop, so there is going to be a deficit in quality compared to the set you’ve shown me. Your quality will come out much better if you’re able to use Photoshop.

Basically all I really did was add a Black and White layer to the bottom gif, making adjustments to keep as much quality as possible and adjusting the brightness to my taste. The original gif is already pretty dark, I probably should have picked something else but for a tutorial I’m not that pressed.

On the top gif, I used Selective Color and Hue/Sat to change the cyan of his background to purple.

Using a soft round brush I cleaned up their faces and got rid of any parts of the background that I felt was too distracting.

Attached below is a side by side of the original and recolor respectively, and then a screenshot of my layers.

Again, this is my way of doing things. It’s going to look different from someone else’s. Focus on finding a style that you like and that works for you. Just because a style of giffing is popular or something a lot of people are doing doesn’t mean that you have to do that.

I’m sure there are better or more efficient ways of doing things as well! And there isn’t one set way of doing things, this is not a be all end all of doing overlays or giffing.

If you have questions regarding the Natasha set more specifically, I highly recommend asking the creator personally. All I’m doing is explaining the recoloring process when it comes to overlay gifs as it applies to Photopea.

#stranger things #tutorial #photoshop tutorial #photopea #gif tutorial #lucas sinclair #liongifs #my tutorials #asks #anonymous

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warcats-cat · 3 years ago

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Saturdays

Read on Ao3 here!

A/N: Hi friends!! This one is special to me, based on one of my favorite Sanders Sides AU's to date! Its a very cute au belonging to @muppenthings called the Floof AU! Basically, Logan, Janus, Virgil, and Patton are small and fluffy creatures similar to a bug-hedgehog hybrid, living in a human Roman's prized rose garden. A gargoyle version of Virgil is also there, having been gifted by Remus and now spending his time protecting the garden from threats. I HIGHLY recommend you check it out! It is very very cute.

As always, please let me know if I missed any tags!

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“Patton, you have a ladybug on your ear.” Logan chirped. His own ear twitched, almost sympathetically, imagining the itchiness of the smaller insect. However, Patton seemed unbothered, smiling excitedly back at Logan.

“She’s my new friend!” Patton chirped back. Logan tried to roll his eyes, but couldn’t help his own fond smile. Patton wiggled and tapped his feet a few times, and then began to wander away to show the others.

Only Patton. Logan shook his head, still smiling, and began the slow but worthwhile climb up the corner rose bush. It had been seven days, which meant their human Roman had (most likely) set out a snack for them. Logan wasn’t sure what was so special about the seven-day cycle, but it was certainly not an offering he would refuse.

Virgil and Janus should be rousing from their sleep soon, and Patton would bring them along. Logan would never be so rude as to start without his hivemates, but it was exciting to be the first to see what was out. The path up the rosebush was familiar, easy to climb (if rather tall for them) and comfortable under his feet.

He stopped momentarily, finding a small colony of aphids, and taking the time to carefully pick them off the flowers and leaves. Roman was especially attentive with his prized roses, and these were the soft lilac ones that he already had so much trouble tending. There were barely any aphids; they must have found their way into the garden overnight.

Luckily, they wouldn’t spoil his treat.

Looking down, Logan saw that Patton had managed to wake Janus, who was climbing up behind Logan. Their long back fluff twitched and danced, expertly avoiding snagging on thorns or smaller branches. They chirped a simple greeting up to Logan, who chirred in return.

Virgil was less awake, leaning against Patton tiredly as he was nudged towards the bush. If he wasn’t careful, he would miss his own treat.

Logan smiled to himself and continued climbing, reaching the top with ease and moving carefully onto the familiar ledge.

Sure enough, the smaller house-opening (which Roman called a window) was opened just a crack, and Logan could see the inner mesh had been lifted as well. Roman had cut a slit in the mesh, so Logan and the others could enter and exit the den as they pleased.

Janus was a surprisingly frequent visitor; they enjoyed the large den’s coolness on especially hot summer days, and Roman had built a smaller version of his large den, and left them interesting things to explore and play with (although he had never returned the strange and wonderful glowing rock-thing that Logan had so enjoyed. And his efforts to bargain for it had gone unanswered.)

Roman himself was sitting at the window, looking out into the morning sunshine and sipping his flowery liquid (tea, Logan reminded himself. Roman called it tea.) The mesh opening had been lifted, and sure enough, Roman had set out a few small dishes of treats for their seven-day offering.

“Hello” Logan chirped, noticing Roman’s bright eyes on himself.

“Good morning, Muppets!” Roman said to the four generally, as Janus and finally Patton and Virgil joined Logan on the ledge. Patton cooed in lieu of a greeting, knowing Roman couldn’t understand them anyway. Virgil simply grunted, making his way quickly towards the dishes, looking for sweet water to make a mess in.

Janus walked past the offerings entirely, their intentions fully fixed on the little set of brushes that had been mounted on the window. Janus very rarely partook in the seven-day offerings, spending the time brushing out their long tufts of fur in a way that the Logan and the others simply couldn’t manage with their own tongues or paws. They did this almost every morning, and Roman was meticulous in keeping the brushes clean for them, which it was clear Janus appreciated in their own aloof way.

There was a splash, and Logan turned to see that, indeed, Virgil had once again plunged his entire face into his little dish of sweetwater. Logan and Patton would have to help him groom his face again, but Logan smiled despite himself. Oh well.

Patton had been left a soft loaf, just smaller than the size of his own head. He received one every fourth cycle, and Patton performed his own excited dance for Roman in thanks before tucking in. Roman has eaten a much larger one once while sitting with them for a picnic, and a few pieces had broken off and fallen for Logan and the others to investigate. Patton had snatched up whatever he could, allowing the others only the barest nibbles; it was perhaps the only time Logan had ever heard him growl.

Roman chuckled above them, sipping his tea again. “Someone is excited for snickerdoodle day.” He said softly, only really to himself. Logan heard the fondness in Roman’s voice, though, and began to purr to him, sharing the happiness. Roman was human, and couldn’t answer the sound, but he was family none-the-less.

Janus did turn for a moment to answer Logan’s purr, reinforcing their sentiment. The low rumbling sound ended as they nodded to each other, Janus turning back to their brushes and Logan finally going to investigate his offering.

The little dish was filled with a deep purple goo, little pieces of fruit mixed within. Jam.

Logan almost always received a dish of sweet goo, every time a different fruit. He didn't think he would ever tire of the sour-sweet flavors. Today was blueberry, the little fruits soft in Logan’s mouth. They didn’t crunch like crickets, but they almost popped, especially the little ones. There really wasn’t anything like them in the garden; even aphids were just a little too hard.

He took his time licking at the offering, savoring each bit. He was careful to keep as much of his face clean as possible without wasting a drop. Not that Logan was unwilling to share with the others, but truly, he wasn’t a fan of messes anyway. This was his treat, and he would enjoy it in his own way.

Roman proceeded to tell them about his upcoming day. He called offering day Saturday, and it was usually the day he spent either outside tending the garden, or inside his den making strange messes on sheets that he called paintings. Logan secretly hoped Roman would spend the time outside today, so their whole hive could bond.

Logan looked over to the others; Janus had finished their brushing, and was carefully nibbling on a small cut of something savory which Roman called chicken. Janus had never been one for sweets, but Roman had discovered very quickly what each of them liked, and provided in carefully measured abundance.

Another sign of a good hive-mate.

Today, Roman was bringing his colorful messes outside to ‘enjoy the sunlight’. He chattered above the four of them for a bit, sipping tea and watching them enjoy their offerings. Logan looked over to find that Patton was now sprawled stomach-up on the dish where the loaf had been, Janus was licking their delicate paws, and Virgil remained face-down in the bowl, apparently blowing bubbles. Logan licked at the last of his jam, and moved to nudge at Patton.

Patton purred in lieu of saying anything; his stomach was full and it was likely he would nap where he was for a while. Meanwhile, Roman finished his tea, and expertly set it inside and out of Virgil’s reach, before leaving the window for a moment. Looking back into the garden, Logan could see that Stone-Virgil was now awake as well; at least, as awake as that one could become.

“Saturday, already?” Stone-Virgil called in to Roman. Roman made a loud humming noise from his kitchen, fetching the most curious offering of all.

Logan had never seen Stone-Virgil eat, and as far as he and the others knew, Stone-Virgil simply didn’t. Logan didn’t know just how Stone-Virgil stayed alive, but as acting protector of the garden, it wasn’t really Logan’s place to question. Still, Roman came outside through the larger den-opening which he called a Back-Door, bringing the seven-day offering for Stone-Virgil.

This offering was a stick, which Roman set carefully on a strange-looking plate with a hole in its center. Roman produced a tiny fire in his fingers, burning the top of the stick for a few seconds before blowing it out again, producing a funny-smelling smoke. Stone-Virgil offered Roman a small smile in thanks, but otherwise left the stick of smoke alone. He would do this every Saturday; and Logan wished he could ask Stone-Virgil what the stick did, and why didn’t he eat it?

It didn’t even seem like one of Janus’ brushes! Or one of the other toys! They both just left it there, until it stopped smoking a few hours later, and Roman would take the dish and the leftovers of stick and ashes back inside his den, never to be seen again.

Logan nudged Patton again, who interrupted his own purring to chirp, roll over, and bat the top of Logan’s head lovingly with one of his paws.

“Will you just nap today?” Logan chirred.

“Maybe.” Patton squeaked sleepily. His eyes were shut, and the sunlight was at a perfect angle. The garden was quiet, and the pests had been cleared. It would be the perfect day for a nap.

Logan rubbed cheeks with Patton, wishing him a good nap as the other rolled back onto his back, and moved over to where Janus was watching Virgil with feigned disinterest. Their fur was carefully brushed clean, and they offered a polite tap of their heads together before deciding Logan would be enough to keep Virgil from making himself sick, and Janus began the careful crawl inside to hide away from the early summer heat.

Logan poked Virgil’s side, which made the other squeak indignantly and lift his head. All of the fur on the front of his face was totally soaked, and within an hour or so it would become sticky if he wasn’t cleaned. Logan couldn’t help a giggling trill at the sight of his hive-mate.

“Can I help you?” Virgil grumped, rubbing a paw over his face and licking some more sweetwater off.

“You’re going to be sticky.” Logan informed him, earning an eye roll.

“It’s my treat. I get to do what I want.” Virgil responded petulantly. Logan trilled again, standing up on his hind legs and placing his fore-paws on Virgil’s head, licking at a tuft of fur that he knew Virgil wouldn’t be able to reach with his own paws.

Virgil grunted, muttering about cleaning himself later, and gently but firmly pushed Logan off. Logan huffed fondly as Virgil once again shoved his face into his dish, and left the other to his own fun.

Roman was bringing his supplies out into the garden while Stone-Virgil was watching something outside the walls with deep interest. Logan whistled as Roman walked past a second time, getting his hive-mate’s attention long enough to jump onto the human’s shirt and climb to his shoulder. Roman was startled at first, but as Logan settled himself, the human laughed his own deep rumbling chuckle. They ambled back to the center of the garden, where Roman had set up a thin wooden structure on which he had set one of his stiff fabric things.

“What should I paint today?” Roman asked, tilting his head towards the shoulder Logan was standing on. Logan tapped his front feet a few times, before chirping,

“What is paint?”

Roman still couldn’t understand him, so an answer was not likely forthcoming, and instead, Roman hummed and smiled, saying “Alright, that sounds good.”

Logan shook his head, wondering if Roman thought they couldn’t understand him, and clicked a few times in the back of his throat as if to agree with Roman anyway. Logan settled himself on the smooth fabric of Roman’s shirt, using his middle two paws to gently anchor himself without causing damage to the shirt or causing himself discomfort, and watched as Roman began to mix colorful muds of some kind or another.

The day passed easily like that, with Roman occasionally chattering nonsense at Logan and slowly creating a picture on the stiff fabric in front of him. Stone-Virgil patrolled and tended to the others as he saw fit; at one point he even brought a rather unwilling looking Virgil and a contented Patton to the stone dish that he and Roman both called the bird bath and set them in the shallow water. Virgil grumbled but didn’t struggle as Patton helped to groom his face and fur, and then the pair busied themselves splashing about in the water.

Janus was also retrieved, but they preferred not to get wet if they could avoid it, and sat on a little ledge near the rest, where they could all whistle to each other and enjoy the company.

Stone-Virgil and Roman talked of human things; of Roman’s brother Remus, of work, of threats to the garden. Something called a competition was coming up where Roman would be taking a few of his roses for some human reason, and they would have to be given extra care in the meantime. Logan made a note of this to tell the others later in the evening.

The sun slid slowly and smoothly across the sky above, and finally, Roman’s painting was taking shape. It was of them, it seemed; Logan and Patton, and Janus and Virgil. All of them as they had been after their offerings had been eaten. Patton performing his tapping dance which he had done in the morning. Janus delicately licking their fore-paws. Logan leaning back on his hind-paws, licking at a tuft of Virgil’s hair, while Virgil’s tongue stuck out. It was cute, Logan decided. It was amazing that their human could re-create the memories so beautifully. Logan leaned his head slightly, bumping into the side of Roman’s neck in affection. The human wouldn’t know exactly what it meant, but Logan knew he would still somehow understand. Their big, strange, wonderful hive-mate knew they loved him. He was family now.

Logan found himself wondering if they could spend next Saturday in the same fashion.

#warcats writes #sanders sides #sanders sides au #Floof AU #familial DLAMP #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Janus Sanders #Roman Sanders #nonbinary Janus Sanders #tw bugs #tw bugs and insects #there are two virgils #Based on Muppenthings Floof AU #this is so fluffy #muppen floof au

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hotch-stufff · 4 years ago

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Love is Complicated

gifs by hqtchner & ncis-season-

Pairing: Hotch x reader, Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, pining, kissing, fluff

Request: "well i was thinking about a criminal minds x ncis crossover, where the reader has a big crush on gibbs but then she meets hotch and she is really confused 😿" @wolviesbabes

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Your hand scribbled yet another word on the endless stack of paperwork that littered your desk. It really did never end. You set your pen down. You needed a break. You looked up and your eyes instantly found him. He was hunched over his desk, probably doing the same thing you were doing.

But God, did he look good doing it. Although in your opinion he looked good doing just about everything.

You noticed that about him over the past couple months on the NCIS team. You had been transfered from another similar unit in New Orleans on the recommendation of Dwayne Pride himself. Gibbs was quick to accept you to the unit, but he remained cold to you for the first couple of weeks. It wasn't until you saved him from a, for lack of better words, crazy gunman did he warm up to you.

After that, you two had gotten extremely close. So close that you developed a small crush on the man. Although, you hid it rather well. No one, atleast not to your knowledge, knew about your crush. And you intended on keeping it that way, but it was so hard when he was just sitting right in front of you, looking all handsome and just... him.

You wanted to tell him. You really did. But he was way out of your league, and you weren't even his type. But a girl could dream.

Vance suddenly came out of his office and called Gibbs up. He stood slowly and walked away. You prayed this wasn't a case. You really did not feel like dealing with a case right now.

He came back out a few moments later, a scowl on his face.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked, he jerked his head towards Vance's office.

"He wants the team to attend an interagency gala on Saturday night." You scoffed. Of course he did. "FBI, CIA, and NCIS teams are all expected to attend. Including us." His scowled deepened at the thought of having to deal with other agencies.

"Great, just great." And you were so looking forward to a quiet weekened.

* * *

The night of the gala had arrived much quicker than expected. And of course Abby had insisted on going shopping for dresses. She herself had gotten a long black dress, with a slit. She said she would add a few things to make it more like her, and you couldn't wait to see it. You had gone with a more subtle dress. A long emerald green dress, with spaghetti straps and an open back. The front dipped slightly.

You had brought it with you to the office so you could get ready with Abby and as you were heading to the elevator to go to her floor, you heard Gibbs on the phone. Now you weren't one to eavesdrop, but you really couldn't stop yourself.

"I know, I know, it won't take long. I promise. Bye." Was he with someone else? You stood there frozen as he emerged from the room he was in.

"Hey y/n. Whatchtya doin?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, um nothing Gibbs, thought I heard you and wanted to say bye before we left, I didnt think you would actually go to the gala tonight, so I thought I could just stop in and-" he cut you off.

"Slow down, you're rambling. You okay?" You needed to get out of there.

"Yup, just been a long day. Alright well bye." You rushed off to Abby office. Once you got there, she instantly asked what was wrong. You explained everything. Your feelings, the conversation you heard, just everything.

"Awe, y/n/n. I'm so sorry. He's stupid if he doesn't see whats right in front of him." That made you smile.

"We should get ready." You stated standing up to grab your dress.

2 hours later, you and Abby walked up stairs looking amazing if you did say so yourself. Wolf whistles were heard coming from Tony as you two walked towards the group. You rolled your eyes, catching Gibbs smirk.

His eyes dragged up and down your body, which had confused you greatly. He had never showed any interest in you before, why now? Maybe he had and was just better at hiding it.

"Well, we should get going." You nodded, you all walked out to the SUVs ready for the night ahead of you.

* * *

The gala was interesting to say the least. Each agency decided to stay away from eachother, like elementary students. Each group taking up their own circle around the room.

You had spotted a rather handsome man who you had recognized as Aaron Hotchner sitting at the FBI tables and couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him. You new you had feelings for Gibbs,, but something about this man just drew you in. You had previously met him on a conjoined case with your old team, and you had developed the smallest of crushes on the man. You never expected anything to happen, and he was only in New Orleans for about a week.

Suddenly Gibbs popped back into your head, and you huffed slightly, turning to search for him. Finding him at a table nearby, talking with a woman. You scoffed and he looked over at you.

In a moment of impulse, you tunred away and walked across the empty dance floor straight to Agent Hotchner. He looked up from his conversation as you neared his table.

"Hi, NCIS Agent Y/l/n. We worked together on the Williams case about a year back." He nodded in recognition.

"Of course. Its great to see you again agent y/l/n." He paused looking you up and down in a way you welcomed. "Can I help you with something." He asked, not unkindly at all, but rather friendly.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Someone's got to break the chill in this room." He nodded and stood up slowly, his team staring on in awe. You figured he didn't do this very often.

"I would love to." He took your hand bringing you to the dance floor as another song began. You two danced for about 10 minutes before more couples began to join you. You smiled in triumph and Hotchner laughed at your face.

"What? It worked didn't it?" He smiled shaking his head.

"I suppose it did." You two began talking and laughing and just getting to know each other. You soon found yourself at a table as you continued with your conversation.

"Okay but, im just saying if Strauss is anything like Vance, they would be perfect together." He laughed at this rather loudly, catching the eyes of a few people near by.

"That would never happen. If Vance is anything like Strauss they would drive each other crazy." You giggled softly. Soon it was time to leave, and Agent Hotchner, or Aaron as he had asked you to call him, offered to walk you to your SUV where the rest of your team was waiting. They all eyed you as this strange man walked you over, handing you a card and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You had blushed profusely and walked over, getting in the car.

"So y/n, whos the hottie?" Abby began interrogating you as soon as you shut your door.

"Thats Agent Hotchner. He's the Unit Chief of the FBI's BAU." You smiled to yourself.

"Must be an ass if he's from the FBI." Gibbs remarked, another scowl gracing his face.

"He was actually quite the gentlman." Was your only response before turning to look out the window. Gibbs was the one being an ass. You had just spent the night with a wonderful man and Gibbs just had to ruin it by spouting some snarky comment that only confused you more. The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

* * *

Once back at the office, Gibbs had called you to the elevator, not giving you a chance to respond. You had of course listened, and as soon as the doors shut, he had pulled the emergency button.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked softly. He just walked closer to you, cupping your face. "What are you doing?" He leaned in slowly bringing his lips to yours.

And you had expected it to be perfect and explosive and passionate. But... it wasn't. He pulled away after only a moment.

"Hang on, let me try that again." And he leaned in once more, pressing his lips to yours. But once again, there was nothing. He pulled away.

"That was ... strange?" He asked, more to himslef than anything.

"I uh, that-that was-"

"Not what I was expecting." He finished for you.

"You know Gibbs, I've been pining over you for months, and I'm guessing you felt the same. But I think we both met someone else tonight that changed our minds." You recalled him spending the whole night side by side with the woman you had seen earlier. You smiled shyly at him. "Call that woman you were with tonight. Tell her you want to go out on a date." He smiled looking into your eyes.

"Only if you call Agent Hochie, or whatever his name was, and tell him the same." You laughed at not only his comment, but the absurdity of the situation. For the past 5 months you had been yearning for a man who ended up not being what you wanted at all. It made you think that maybe what you really wanted, what you both really wanted, was someone to love. So you latched on to the person who had become closest to you.

"I love ya y/n." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Gibbs. Now go get her." He stepped out of the elevator, pulling out his phone. You did the same, pulling out Aaron's card. It rang once. Twice.

"Hotchner." You giggled at his formal greeting. Taking a deep breath before going for it.

"Hey Aaron, I was just wondering if you were up for dinner?" He smiled.

"Of course. You know, I'm really glad you called."

"Me too." And you walked out of your office that night, a date with a man you had never expected, and a smile on your face.

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Not sure how I feel about this one, but I loved the request. Let me know what you guys think!! Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! If you would like an idea of what to request, here is my prompt list, and if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

#hotch x reader #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #ncis imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #ncis #gibbs #hotch #Jethro Gibbs #Aaron Hotchner #angst #fluff #reader insert #imagine

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mviswidow · 4 years ago

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i can’t feel it

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2,727

Warnings: wandavision spoilers!! i recommend catching up before reading this if you haven’t already. also, i cursed like, twice.

A/N: this was literally edited while i was falling asleep, so if there are mistakes, that’s why. Please pm or reply, telling me and I'll go back and fix it.

Prompt: hi!! what about a wanda x reader where r has similar powers to wanda & enters the hex to talk her into letting everyone in westview go & coming home with r? :)

Summary: R has to convince Wanda to let everyone in Westview go.

part two

“Are you sure you remember everything?” Jimmy asked you, concerned about how fast you were being thrown into everything.

You nodded confidently, you were nervous, kind of scared, but ready. After getting a call from Monica, you knew whatever was going on was important, and you made your way to the outskirts of Westview, New Jersey before she even had to tell you what was going on. “Wanda’s robot boyfriend-”

“-Synthezoid,” Jimmy corrected before seeing the look Darcy gave him. “Sorry.”

“Synthezoid boyfriend died because Thanos pulled the mind stone out of his head, she had to watch him die twice and freaked out, stole his body from S.W.O.R.D., and created a fake sitcom reality where she goes through decades because she’s a grieving 30 year old with an odd obsession with tv shows. Oh, and she’s mind controlling a whole town and I’m supposed to convince her to let them go. Almost forgot that one,” You said, pointedly making the lighthearted joke because of Jimmy’s evident stress, chuckling softly.

“Just be careful,” Darcy cut in, “Wanda doesn’t seem to want to leave and we won't know if things go wrong because she chooses what goes in her show and what doesn’t.”

“I’ll be just fine. Let’s go,” You sighed and the four of you started to head out the door, but Hayward pulled you aside before you could leave the building. You told them to go ahead and you would meet them by the car.

“Ms (Y/L/N),” Hayward nodded, and you nodded back to him. Warm greeting, you thought. “Director Hayward.”

“If you cannot get Wanda to submit and release the people of Westview, I want you to fight her. Do whatever you have to, I need the Vision’s body back in S.W.O.R.D. custody and the citizens of Westview to be freed.”

Your brow furrowed, “My assignment is to try to persuade Ms Maximoff. I’m not fighting her, Sir. She’s grieving. I just got here and I can tell. She seems like she just wants to be happy.”

He scoffed at you and shook his head, “Her happiness means nothing to me. Ms Maximoff has thousands held captive. So, I think you’re misunderstanding me, Ms (Y/L/N), I am ordering you to kill her if needed. We need her to bring that barrier down.”

“I don’t take orders from you, Director. I’m just here to try to work things out, not to fight anyone,” You retorted.

“So you would let her continue to mind control the people of Westview? To continue controlling a sentient weapon made of vibranium?” Hayward asked pointedly, but you weren’t having any of it.

“With all due respect, you seem awfully concerned about the Vision when there are ‘thousands held captive’. And regardless, do you have any idea what would happen if Wanda died while all those people were in there?” You paused for a moment, giving him a chance to answer. “I didn’t think so.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and huffed, quickly making your way to the car that was waiting to take you to the border of the hex, Darcy, Monica, and Jimmy sat inside of it.

“What did he want?” Jimmy asked.

You sighed and started playing with the sleeve of your long sleeved shirt, “He wants me to kill Wanda if she doesn’t stop mind controlling Westview.”

Darcy’s eyes widened, “Sorry, what?”

You looked up at her and saw her concerned expression, “Oh, I’m not going to.” You said quickly, not wanting any of them to get the wrong impression. “He isn’t in charge of me. Wanda doesn’t seem to want to hurt anyone in Westview, and besides, it would be foolish when we know nothing about what would happen inside the barrier if she died.”

Darcy nodded as Monica parked the car and the four of you got out of it.

“Thank you for doing this, (Y/n),” Monica smiled softly as you reached the hex.

“You know I’m always willing to help you when you need me,” You smiled and looked towards the barrier.

You knew the trio was watching you intently, with the other agents standing outside, waiting for you to go in, but your heart was racing and you had to take a few deep breaths before bringing your hands up, moving your fingers in a way that they recognized to be similar to the way Wanda did, and you stepped closer, the blue light from your powers flowing forward and hitting the hex.

It kind of looked like when food coloring is dropped into water, and the color spreads, except your powers were the food coloring, and the hex was the water.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you pulled your hands further apart and groaned as you slowly but surely pulled apart a section of the barrier that was big enough for you to fit through before walking right through it.

As soon as you were through, you looked behind you and saw nothing. None of the S.W.O.R.D. tents or buildings or cars, Darcy, Monica, Jimmy, and all the other agents who were outside were gone. It was just a plain old normal street.

You looked down at your clothes and chuckled, the 80s. If Wanda had anything, it was a fashion sense, whether it was conscious of it or not. You were dressed in a fitted white shirt, and an electric blue skirt and cropped blazer set. Was it a bit tacky? Sort of, but you couldn’t help but love it. However, you were very pleased that the white boots you were wearing didn’t have too high of a heel.

You sighed and knew you needed to go quickly. Vision had just left for work and this was the best chance you were going to get to talk to Wanda. You doubted she would let you convince her to let everyone go if Vision was there with her.

You extended your arms to the ground below you and used your powers to lift yourself up into the air, waiting until you saw the house you recognized to be Wanda’s to fly down to a street that had no one on it that was close enough for you to arrive quickly.

Your hand trembled as it reached up to knock on the door, but before you could overthink any longer, you tapped your knuckles against the wood three times and waited, playing with your fingers.

Wanda opened the door and smiled, though she wore a confused expression on her face, “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met before, or have we?”

You offered a smile and shook your head, “We haven’t, I’m (Y/n).”

“Wanda,” she said, with a lilt in her voice.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something, if you aren’t busy? It’s important.”

She gazed at you curiously before nodding and stepping out of the way, “Come inside.”

You walked inside her home, the feeling you got was weird. You’d seen it on Darcy’s tv, but it was different to actually be in the room.

Wanda noticed the way your eyes flicked around her living room, looking at the couch, the photos hanging, the random decorations, and the few toys on the floor.

“Do you want something to drink?” She asked politely, before noticing you staring at one of the toys Tommy happened to favor. “My boys are upstairs.”

You smiled politely and shook your head, “I’m alright, Wanda, thank you. I need to talk to you about what you’re doing.” You started, not very strongly, but it wasn’t like you could just blurt out what you needed to say. This was a difficult situation.

“I’m sorry?” She tilted her head, not catching on, but she looked worried.

“I know about your powers, you’re controlling everyone in Westview, and Vision is starting to-”

“Leave,” Wanda extended her hands and tried to levitate you out, but you put your hands at your side and grounded yourself, blue mist surrounding your feet.

Wanda faltered and her eyes widened at the sight of your powers, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n. I was sent here to convince you to let everyone in Westview go. I promise I don’t mean you any harm, I just want things to go smoothly so no one else gets hurt.”

Wanda shook her head, “I can't just let go of this, I finally have everything I want.”

You sighed and nodded, “I understand how you feel, I have lost family too, but the people of Westview, they have their own lives and families. They’re in pain, Wanda. I can feel it. Can’t you?”

Her eyes snapped up and met yours, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill. She shook her head, “I can’t feel it.”

You stood for a moment, the two of you just looking at each other, before taking a breath and letting the blue mist that was keeping you grounded fade away. Cautiously, you walked closer to her and let out a breath of relief when she wasn’t backing away or looking like she was going to attack you.

“You can look into minds, can’t you?” You asked, knowing that showing her the pain she was unknowingly putting these people through was the best chance you had at convincing her to do the right thing.

Wanda nodded without saying anything and understood what you wanted her to do. Shakily, she lifted her hand and bit her lip, she looked scared.

You blinked a few times, thought, fuck it, and gently held her wrist, bringing her hand up to your temple. You watched her eyes glow red before closing your eyes, allowing Wanda to see inside your mind.

All Wanda could feel was an unbearable amount of agony, she heard thousands of voices overlapping each other, panicked screams and crying. It was too much. Everyone sounded so scared. She did this.

The feeling was excruciating and let out a strangled sob, which made your eyes open on instinct.

Tears were flowing freely down Wanda’s face and she slowly sank to her knees, trying to catch her breath.

You got down on the floor in front of her and held one of her hands, using your other one to tilt her chin up towards you, “It’s okay, Wanda.”

She shook her head furiously and squeezed your hand, leaning forward, into you.

You wrapped your arm around her and let her cry into your shoulder. Your stomach felt twisted and you couldn’t believe Hayward had asked you to kill Wanda if she refused to comply, not when she was reacting like this.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” She managed to get out between deep breaths and whimpers. “I just - I wanted Vis back.”

Tears pricked at your own eyes, but you ignored them, knowing that you had to focus on Wanda, “I know, it’s okay. Everything will be okay. You just have to put down the barriers around Westview and stop mind controlling everyone.”

Wanda’s breath hitched, but she nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay?” You asked. Surprised at how you managed to get her to listen to you.

“I’ll do it now,” She sniffled and wiped her tears, standing up slowly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Well, hold on, don’t you want to see Vision first? Or call the twins down here?”

Her lips pressed together as another tear slipped down her cheek and she shook her head, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I allow myself to see them again,” She said quietly.

You nodded and stepped back, letting her go about this whatever way she wanted.

You watched her work, even though the two of you were inside, you could see out the window that the sky had turned red and it was gradually getting more blue, looking like she was chipping off pieces of the sky, if the sky was red, away from the inside out.

Before you knew it, the house the two of you were standing in had been reduced to the foundation of a home, just concrete laying on the floor in the shape of the house Wanda had been living in.

She was wearing a burgundy shirt, a jacket, and jeans instead of the big jeans and plaid shirt she’d had on before, and you were back to wearing your comfortable grey long sleeved shirt and jeans.

Her bottom lip started to tremble and she turned towards you before her breath started to quicken.

You wore a pained expression and stepped towards her, holding your arms out. You thought she was going to deny the embrace you were offering her, but she walked forward and buried her head in your neck, letting you wrap your arms around her, “I’m really proud of you, Wanda. It takes a lot to be able to give up something that important to you.”

She nodded, but said nothing. You stood there for about two more minutes before her breathing had calmed and she’d stopped crying. “Thank you, (Y/n).”

You nodded and smiled sadly at her before you both looked towards the red buick that was now sitting in her driveway, “I think I’m going to have to take you back out of Westview with me. I’ll get in trouble if I just let you leave, I think.”

“It’s fine, I’ll go,” She fished the keys to her car out of her pocket and played with the keyring. “Do you think you can drive us? I kind of want to look around before we leave.”

You took her keys and she let out a breath before quietly thanking you and walking to the passenger seat of her car.

Before you pulled out of the driveway, you spoke, “How did you do all of this?” You asked curiously. Sure, you had magic yourself, but there was no way you could even dream about pulling off anything like this.

“I’m not sure. All I remember is feeling so completely alone and sad, and I went to S.W.O.R.D. to see Vis for the last time before coming here, because Hayward wouldn’t let me take his body to give him a funeral or anything, so I guess I made a version of him here. I really don’t know how I managed though, because -”

“Sorry,” You interrupted, turning to look at her with your brows knitted together. “You said the Vision stayed in S.W.O.R.D.?”

“Yes?” She nodded. “What is it?”

You huffed and started the engine of the car, pulling out of the driveway, “The lying bastard. Hayward edited security camera footage to make it look like you stole the Vision’s body and used it here.”

“That’s ridiculous. I know better than to make myself a criminal again. Well, I mean-”

“It’s fine Wanda. You didn’t mean to,” You continued driving, enjoying the neighborhood.

When you were getting close to the edge of town, she spoke again. “Am I going to jail?”

“I won’t let them put you in jail,” You said simply.

“What, why?” Wanda asked, and it was clear that she was asking because she thought she deserved it and she was expecting it to happen.

“You don’t deserve it,” You shrugged. You didn’t want her to suffer alone, again. She already tried that, and look where that got everyone.

Wanda shook her head, “You know that isn’t true.”

“I believe it is. I know that your actions were wrong, but Hayward was wrong for denying you when you asked for Vision’s body to bury. It wasn’t his to have. All he cares about is money and power and the Vision would cost a lot of money and would give him a lot of power. I mean, realistically, he’s kind of the cause for this. But that’s not the point. The point is that it was never your intention to hurt these people and it’s not fair to you that he set you up like this.”

“And what will you do if they try to put me in jail?” Wanda asked curiously, her voice low.

You sighed as you started to be able to make out Jimmy, Monica, and Darcy from far away. “I dunno, maybe we can run away together or something.”

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multific · 4 years ago

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Match Made in Heaven

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Requested by: ateliefloresdaprimavera

Summary: You meet Dr. Hannibal Lecter after your boss sent you to therapy following a traumatic event.

From the first day you walked into his office, you had a feeling he likes you.

Dr. Lecter.

He always had that expression on his face. Similar to yours.

But you couldn’t quite put your finger around it.

He was also the very first person to look into your eyes. He could hold eye contact with you, others couldn’t. Whenever they looked into your eyes, they always quickly looked away, down or behind you instead of right into them.

But he didn’t.

He kept his gaze right at you. You felt like he was reading you like a book. However you learned that it wasn’t true. Not by the way his eyebrows flicked up a little whenever you revealed something about yourself.

He found him quite charming. He was handsome, tall and very intelligent.

After your workplace got robbed the other month, your boss insisted on getting you into therapy.

Although it was more traumatic for the robber, you didn’t argue with your boss.

She recommended Dr. Lecter to you, saying he was a fantastic doctor and you would get over the “trauma” in no time.

***

You felt some form of connection with Dr. Lecter. He seemed to be very fond of your perfume and when you decided to play a trick on him and change it to a cheaper one, he seemed rather displeased.

The next appointment, he bought a brand new bottle of your perfume, he said.

“I think a lady like yourself deserves to not have to wear such cheap perfume.”

You were impressed. He did really pick up on the smallest of things.

And now, he invited you over for dinner.

He told you that he often consults with the police so, someone will be there with you.

Shame, you would have loved to have a nice date with him.

“Jack, this is Y/N Y/L/N. And Ms. Y/L/N, this is Jack Crawford.”

The night went on pretty well and normal. You all ate, drank and talked. You learned that Jack was an FBI agent, who worked on special cases. And as you noticed he had just enough in him to let a few secrets slip.

“Have you ever heard about the Chesapeake Ripper, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Heard a few things here and there.” you said taking a sip from your glass.

“And what do you think?”

“Well, from what I saw, Chesapeake Ripper, certainly has an interesting...style. Quite fascinating in my opinion.”

“You find a cereal killer to be fascinating?”

“I sure do. Other killers leave the bodies behind like they were nothing, but this individual displays them. In a way, it’s art, their art.” you said smirking.

You could tell Jack was shocked by your answer. But he quickly moved to a different topic.

“Thank you very much for the dinner, Dr. Lecter, it was delicious.”

“Please, outside my office, just call me Hannibal. We are friends after all.” he smiled and you smiled back. He placed your coat onto your shoulders as you said goodbye.

Two things you were sure after that night.

One, Hannibal was possibly the most charming man you have ever seen and you wanted him. And two, it was definitely not rabbit he just served you.

***

During your appointments with Hannibal, you never talked about that night. But, after the dinner the other day, you were more confident.

“I’m ready to talk about the day which caused me to end up here, Doctor.” you said just as you stepped into his office. Hannibal closed the door behind you.

You placed your purse on the chair before sitting down on the comfortable leather seat you always sat in.

“Why now?”

“I just feel like I’m ready.” you said with a smile, crossing your legs.

“Don’t let me stop you then.”

“I think I mentioned to you this before but I work in a jewelry store. I worked in the evening, closing the store when a man came in with a gun and demanded the jewelry. My only thought were that a dirty pig like him doesn’t deserve to even be in the presence of such delicate diamonds and riches. So, I refused.”

“You refused to had over some necklaces while being held at gun point?”

“I sure did. And they are not some necklaces. Each one is special, handcrafted. Why should one person struggle for months or years to put together such a treasure so that another filthy one could steal it?”

“What did you do? I remember in the news that the man was never found, what happened?”

“Would you like to hear the official story, or the truth?”

“I suppose they are not the same.” he said raising a brow. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive.

“Not entirely no. I worked in that store enough to know the blind spots. Where the cameras cannot see. And once I had him there, all I needed is to take his gun. I am not saying I killed him, Doctor. Just for the record. But what they said in the news is true, he was never seen after the incident. Police thinks he ran away after I refused to cooperate.”

Hannibal for sure understood what you were referring to. Yet, his face didn’t move an inch. But you could tell just how interested he was.

“You certainly made sure to keep your treasures safe. But does a man’s life worth diamonds?” he was toying with you, so you decided to just go for it.

“Of course. Such a low-life, wouldn’t call him a man really. But his heart certainly tasted nice...Figuratively speaking of course.”

“Of course.”

You noticed a smirk grow on his face, it made you smile.

You just knew, this was only the beginning of an amazing friendship and possibly even more.

Hannibal wasn’t the kind of person who would be fooled easily. That’s why he tried to be cautious around you.

But he slowly started to notice things, things about himself.

Every morning, if he had an appointment with you that day, he would spend extra time getting ready. He quickly noticed which colours you preferred on him, so he made sure to wear suits of those colours.

His obsession only grew meeting after meeting.

He noticed the change in your perfume, and since he wasn’t fond of the new one, he went out that day and bought you a new bottle. The lady in the shop thought he was purchasing it for his wife.

The breaking point however was the day you told him about the night of the robbery.

He had a suspicion about you, but you only confirmed it.

Hannibal saw that as more than a confession of crime.

It was a confession of trust.

You trusted him with your secret. And he certainly didn’t plan on losing that trust.

***

Not long after that, you decided to stop your appointments. During your last appointment, Hannibal suggested a date, which you agreed to.

And from that day on, you became more than patient and doctor.

Hannibal was very careful around you. At first he thought you were trying to trick him, but by the way your eyes shined whenever he placed some new dishes in front of you, he knew you weren’t pretending. A sane woman would never eat someone’s liver the way you did, not with knowing where it exactly came from.

But you proved yourself to him.

And so, he decided to take you to his basement. Showed you his real side. A side only his victims saw.

And you loved it.

Not only did you get to see a new side of the man you adored, but the whole place was amazing. You remember kissing him so feverishly down there, you didn’t even make it out only a few hours later.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was completely obsessed with you, but you were just as obsessed about him.

A match made in heaven...or rather in hell.

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Sparks Dancing Across Your Skin

Jason Todd x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: Mentions of death, gets very angsty but ends with a happy ending :)

Author's Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I’m trying to post once every two weeks on Sunday but its very difficult for me right now. I just started college this week so I haven't been very active on any of my socials because of my orientation schedule. Originally, this was going to be around the same length as the Dick one-shot but when I finished writing it, it didn’t feel complete so I may go back and turn this into a series. I’m not very satisfied with this but I did want to try and post regularly. Please let me know how you like this and if you would be willing to read a series with a similar plot. Thank you, Ariadne.

Summary: As someone with a busy schedule, you never really thought of who could be your soulmate. Rather you didn’t have the time. But lucky for you, it’s your friend. Unluckily for you, he’s a vigilante and you don’t even know his secret identity.

You sighed as you packed up your belongings. You never meant to stay late but here you were, sitting in Mrs. Jones’s classroom, and if the clock was correct, Mrs. Jones herself had left more than two hours ago.

The class committee meetings weren’t supposed to take so long but that was only if the president, vice president, and secretary were all sharing the workload. As president, you had to pick up all of the slack that your friends left you. But you didn’t mind since you understood that they also have a life outside of school.

As you left the classroom, you made sure the door was locked on the inside before checking your phone. You only had one text and it was from your mother, telling you that she had to jet over to Paris to meet with an investor and that your father had gone to South Korea to look at some sort of textile for her. She ended the text by saying that she loves you and that she’ll try to be back in a week.

You stuffed your phone back into your pocket, turning the corner of the hallway towards the main entrance. You had parked your car in the back of the parking lot, something that you had started to regret once you saw how deserted the school really was. Remembering the fact that most people were kidnapped in parking lots, albeit grocery store parking lots, they were still parking lots at the end of the day. You sped up when you saw your car and yanked the door open before locking it after sitting inside. When you turned around to put your seatbelt on, you let out a scream when you saw that someone was in your backseat.

“Calm down, it's just me,” the boy said in the back, his red domino mask doing nothing to mask the laughter threatening to spill out of his mouth.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stared at the boy who was laying on your backseat. Robin was organizing the items in your car, putting them into two piles. You watched him as he pulled out a piece of gum and popped a bubble. You smiled as you shook your head before coughing as you turned your car on, effectively grabbing his attention.

“You wanna go to the diner and tell me why you’re not with the Bat tonight?”

At that he pursed his lips, a small smile threatening to spill over.

“I dunno if I should…”

“I’ll pay.”

“Deal.”

*****

When you had first met Robin, it was after he had tried to help you escape from a mugger. Instead of cowering like he had expected you to, you had just grabbed the man's arm, twisting it as far back as you could without breaking it, and kicked him down. Robin had swooped down, laughing as he handcuffed the man and complimented you on your punch. You both were waiting for the GCPD when your stomach grumbled and you offered to treat him to some waffles at the diner across the street since it had started snowing. After that, you both kept meeting up frequently at night, him on patrol and you going home after finishing whatever official school-related event you had.

And soon enough, those nights all added up to you and Robin meeting up frequently to eat at the same diner from the first time you had met. You liked your friendship with Robin. Even though you had no idea who he was under the mask, you felt comfortable with him, like he was your rock to help keep you grounded.

As you sat there and watched him fiddle with the menu, you resisted the urge to grab his hands and instead looked down at your own hands. You started picking at the skin on one of your still healing scabs from where a cat from the animal shelter you volunteered at had scratched you.

“You should stop that,” Robin was looking at you, his bottom lip stuck out slightly in what you recognized as worry.

“You’re my distraction,” you waved your hand at him, “so go on, distract me.”

“What do you want me to talk about,” he asked as he leaned back, letting Linda, the waitress, put your regular orders down on the table. After a chorus of ‘thank you’s, you sipped your hot chocolate and contemplated on what to ask him. There was so much you didn’t know about Robin, such as his identity, but you didn’t want to scare him away.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”.

“Maybe a librarian,” he said after a long pause. You smiled at that and started stuffing your face with your hashbrowns, watching as Robin finished chewing his food.

“What about you, what do you want to be?”

You sat there, thinking. You never really knew what you wanted to be. Every year, you would have a new dream job but it never felt right to you. You just shrugged before turning the topic to books and different book recommendations, watching his eyes light up at the mention of literature.

“You should read Le Petit Prince,” you said as you both stood outside on the chilly November night. You had talked about different works by Shakespeare and had only started heading outside once Linda told you that it was ten. It was snowing slightly and Robin looked breathtaking with the white snow in his dark hair, his red mask creating a sharp contrast against the fairness of his skin.

“Only if you read it to me,” he said before grappling to the top of the veterinarian's office near the diner. You slowly walked to your car and turned it on. Robin was still sitting on the top of the building and as you pulled out of the parking lot, you waved goodbye to him before heading home, rolling your eyes with a smile when you realized that he was following you by running across the roofs of the buildings.

*****

“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), your tutor here at the Student Center. And you are?”

“Jason Todd,” the boy said, nodding at you as he pulled out his chair and sat down. You smiled at him and wrote his name down on the form you were given. You asked him basic questions about his grade, what class the assignment he wanted to go over was from, and what his reason was for visiting the center.

“All right, so it looks like Mr. Mijia wanted you to come in here and just have someone review your essay for you. Is he doing the extra credit padding before final exams again?”

Jason nodded his head and you marked the according box.

“Alright, the first thing I’m going to have you do is pull up an electronic copy and pass the hard copy to me. Then we’ll have you read it aloud so we can catch any grammatical errors.”

Jason nodded again before clearing his throat and reading his paper off of his screen, stumbling over the wording of his essay only twice. You were impressed, his style of writing was advanced, with him connecting his ideas throughout the whole essay.

“As time progresses, it is imperative to look--”

“Hey bestie,” you sighed when you heard the grating voice of Elsie Lager. You gave Jason an apologetic look before forcing a smile on your face as you faced Elsie.

“Hi Els, what are you doing here,” you asked, taking note of the way her eyes flitted over Jason, before landing on you.

“I’m just here to give you these,” she said, holding out a thick manilla folder. “Mrs. Jones said that we have to read through all of these proposals for the Spring Fling and Jackson and I thought that you could do it since you are the president. And because your mom is the famous torchbearer in today’s fashion world. It’ll just be soooo easy for you.”

You resisted the urge to smack Elsie with the manilla folder, aware of the fact that if you did that there was a witness, and instead took it from her hands before flipping through it. Great, there were over fifty concepts and designs to choose from. Taking out your planner, you wrote down ‘choose Spring Fling concept’ between your Taekwondo lesson and your animal fashion show at the shelter.

“I have that down, anything else I can do for you Elsie,” you asked with a strained smile. The brunette stood there, twisting a piece of hair around her pointer finger before smacking her forehead.

“OMG, I totally forgot! Callisto Barsotti told me that you should keep your ears open for an invite to one of his parties. I’ve gotta go now but you just have to tell me how you got Callisto to notice you, you lucky bitch.”

You watched as Elsie left the library, blowing a kiss towards you, in a blur of white. Sighing, you turned back around to Jason.

“I’m so sorry about the interruption. Why don’t you continue reading from where you were interrupted.”

“She’s a bitch,” Jason said. Your eyes widened in surprise and you watched as he leaned towards you, resting his face on his hand. “Why are you friends with people that take advantage of you like that?”

You sucked in your breath, keeping your face impassive as you stared down at him.

“You have no idea what my life is like Jason Todd,” you said evenly, setting the manilla folder to the side. “And because you don’t know me, why don’t we talk about something we do have some knowledge about: your essay.”

Jason just sighed before he started packing his items up, tugging the hard copy of his essay out from under your hands.

“You and I both know that I don’t need help with my essay. But if you ever need help, let me know,” and with a familiar wave, he left you sitting in the library, confused about how you had gotten his attention when you both weren’t even in the same grade.

*****

You scanned the room as you tugged your jacket around you. You normally didn’t attend parties, especially those that you knew involved alcohol, but your mother had pushed you to go after being nagged by Elsie’s mother by her daughter’s lack of invitation. And speaking of Elsie, she had left you alone as soon as she had entered the house. Which sucked since she had insisted on driving in her new Mercedes.

As you walked around the living room, making small talk with the people who greeted you, you couldn’t help but think about what Jason Todd had told you. It frustrated you that he took up so much space in your head, that he was all that you could think of since that day in the library.

He didn’t know anything about your life. While he had grown up on the streets, you had grown up with a silver spoon in your mouth, never having to worry about anything.

‘But you do worry,’ the small voice in your head said, sounding very similar to Robin. You needed a drink.

You were searching the coolers for a bottle of water when a heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders causing you to flinch and elbow them in the stomach.

“Ow, what was that for,” the person asked, slurring their words slightly. You looked up and sighed when you saw it was the host of the party, Callisto Barsotti. He smiled at you and rubbed at his stomach before holding his arms out, “I’ll let you go if you give me a hug,” he said, enunciating his words with grabby motions.

Normally, you would be on your best behavior, helping whoever was drunk by getting them water and calling their friends, but you were pissed. You didn’t want to be at this party, instead, your mother had forced you to go after Mrs. Lager had bitched to your mom about her precious Elsie not being invited. And to make matters worse, you were tired. So tired.

You were tired of your mother, for filling up your schedule with things you had no interest in, such as modeling gigs and piano lessons. Your father for never being there. Elsie for complaining to her mom and Callisto for inviting you to his stupid party. Jason Todd for being in your head for over a month. Robin for not reaching out in weeks. But mostly at yourself. You were upset at yourself for quietly taking all of this and then loading yourself up with more so you could be the perfect doll for your mother to brag about raising.

So when Callisto tried to grab you and hug you, you kneed him in the groin before deciding to walk home. Ignoring his cries and the looks you got from others at the party, you ran out of the house, only pausing to take a breath once you exited the gated property. You didn’t know where you wanted to go so you let your legs decide on what direction to walk.

Walking around anywhere in the middle of the night was not a great idea. But walking around Gotham in the middle of the night was one of the worst ideas anyone could have. Looking back at it, your night could have gotten worse, like you being kidnapped by a c-grade villain or something.

Instead, you ended up running into Robin. He didn’t look surprised to see you and instead gave you a small smile.

“So, do you wanna go to the diner,” he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“No,” you snapped, “Leave me the fuck alone birdbrain.” You pushed past him, a look of surprise etched on his face.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

You ignored his calls and instead sped up, aware of the fact that he was catching up to you. At this point, you were walking near the actual city parts of Gotham so maybe you could get a cab to drop you off at your mother’s apartment near the business sector.

At that thought, you broke into a run, sprinting down the street before calling a cab, hyper-aware of the fact that Robin was staring at you with a look of hurt and confusion on his face.

*****

You felt bad for how you treated Robin. He didn’t deserve your cold shoulder and you certainly didn’t deserve him. With his witty jokes and the way he always followed you to make sure you got home alright, you had realized yesterday in the cab, watching the red and yellow of his costume jump by on the roof, that you didn’t deserve him.

You threw yourself back into your different activities and soon, you didn’t even have enough time to even think about what you were going to eat for dinner.

As you exited the school building, you walked slowly towards your car, being careful not to slip on the ice on the ground as you rounded the corner.

But you felt someone grab your wrist, making you scream and fall. The person cursed as they tried to pull you up but you slid as far away as you could from them so you could see their face. It was Callisto Barsotti.

“What the fuck,” you yelled, trying to yank your wrist out of his iron-like grip. When that didn’t work you got ready to elbow him but he twisted your other arm behind you, causing you to scream.

“Not today you bastard,” he growled as he started to drag you. You screamed and tugged against him, and when he turned towards you, you stopped pulling against him and stomped on his foot, making sure to drag your snow boots against the skin on his shin.

Callisto let out a cry of pain and you pushed him away from you, letting yourself fall to the ground out of shock.

“You little gremlin,” Callisto stuttered out as he started limping towards you. You panicked as you tried to find something heavy to hit him with. A rock or anything would do. But you couldn’t find anything so you got up on trembling legs to run towards your car.

But you didn’t have to worry as a figure in red and yellow dropped by and wacked Callisto in the back of the head. Your eyes widened as Robin took this moment to start kicking the fallen boy. You don’t know how long you stared at him, but you snapped out of your daze once you started hearing cracking noises.

“Stop! Robin, please stop,” you cried desperately. But he didn’t stop, he continued to beat Callisto.

“Please stop,” you cried, whimpering as you knelt down near Robin. When he didn’t listen to you again, you leaned forward and grabbed his face, turning it towards you. You were going to tell him to stop again but you then felt a warm sensation, different from the coldness from the March air, followed by the feeling of a shock. Your soulmate, Robin was your soulmate.

He stared at you in shock, allowing you to pull him off of Callisto. You pushed him towards your car, and he stumbled since he was still staring at you as a look of understanding passed on his face.

“Look,” you said, inspecting the blood on Robin’s costume, “you need to listen to what I’m going to say carefully. Go to my car and grab the cleaning wipes from the trunk. Clean yourself off as I call the cops. The story is going to be that you were patrolling the area and heard my screams.”

Robin stared at you, mouth slightly open as he reached to touch you with a bare hand. You let his fingers ghost against your skin, the shock from before still present as you pulled back to stare at him.

“Go.”

*****

It's been over five hours since Robin beat Callisto. Not half to death like you had expected but still pretty bad since he had a broken nose, arm, and bruised ribs. As you waited in the police station for your parents to pick you up (“The gang that you described could always come back for you,” the officer had said), you could only think about how scary it was, watching Robin hit someone so many times with so much anger in him. In the end, your parents didn’t come and instead, your older brother had driven all the way from Metropolis to pick you up.

You both didn’t talk to each other during the ride back to your house but you could tell he was worried by the way his eyes would flicker to you. When you reached the gates to your house, your brother had parked the car and turned to look at you.

‘(Y/N), I have no idea what's going on with you right now but if you ever feel overwhelmed or alone, just tell me and I’ll take you with me back to Gran’s in Metropolis.”

You smiled at him, eyes tired but filled with a small spark as you exited his car, making sure to express your thanks with a kiss on his cheek. As you entered your house, you took off your shoes and slipped on your home slippers before going to your room and taking a shower. Drying your hair, you walked towards your windows to close your curtains, letting out a slight scream when you saw a hand pressed against the glass.

You sighed when you saw it was Robin and opened your window, letting him come inside to your room. He looked around your room, studying the many medals and certificates you had accumulated from the years along with the magazines you had in your room, before turning towards you.

“Hey,” you said, walking to him slowly. Robin licked his lips slightly as he stared at you before coughing.

“Can I please touch you,” he asked, his voice breaking slightly. You nodded and watched as he took off his right glove before caressing your cheek with his hand. You watched as he smiled when he felt the same spark from before, a breathless laugh escaping his lips as he took off his left glove so he could hold you with both hands. You shivered as his thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, eyes closing before snapping open when you couldn’t feel the warmth from Robin’s hands.

“Don’t freak out,” he whispered in your ear, “I’m just going to close the window and then dry your hair for you. Just go and sit down and I’ll be right there.”

You nodded and sat down at the chair in front of your vanity, watching as he closed your window and pulled the curtains before grabbing your towel. You smiled as you watched him in the mirror, massaging your head with your hands before wrapping your towel around your scalp.

“How come you never asked me what my name was,” Robin asked as he brushed through your hair.

“You’ll tell me when the time is right.”

*****

“I should’ve asked him what his name was,” you thought as you walked near an alley, waiting for a sign of Batman so you could ask him what happened to your soulmate.

A couple of months had passed since you had last seen Robin in April. He had looked angry when you both had met up at the diner and he had further worried you when he ignored the ringing of his phone. As soon as he had seen that you were tucked into bed, he had given you a peck on the forehead before leaving through your window.

You were worried for him. Dressing up as a traffic light every night was dangerous, no matter how much you loved going out there and beating up criminals. So you had been following Batman for months, trying to find a moment to ask him what happened to your soulmate. But you never had the opportunity since he always managed to lose you by either disappearing or by just leading you into a dead end.

Months of following Batman has helped you as you were now familiar with the rooftops of Gotham, like the roof of the veterinarian’s office near the diner you and Robin used to meet up at. Sitting with binoculars, you let out a small gasp when you saw a familiar flash of red and yellow, watching as it ran across a rooftop. Scrambling, you started following the figure, zigzagging around multiple large gaps that you couldn’t jump before cursing when you realized that he was gone.

“Why are you following me,” an unfamiliar voice asked behind you. You turned around and assessed the boy, taking note of the fact that he was taller than your Robin and didn’t seem to have the same half-smile-half-smirk that he did. But the only way to confirm, for your brain to tell your heart to stop searching would be direct contact.

“I can’t find someone,” you started, voice shaky as your eyes filled with tears. The boy’s mouth twisted in a slight frown but he still let you continue.

“I just need to check that you’re not my Robin. Please, let me just hold your hand briefly or something. I just need to know.”

At this point, you were crying. When he hadn’t returned the next day, you had started to panic, wondering if he had really left you and gone somewhere else. But that night, you had started out of your bed, wondering what had woken you up when you felt a hollowness inside of you.

The boy patted your shoulder sympathetically before offering his hand to you. Sniffling, you pulled his glove down slightly so his wrist was showing and touched it.

There were no sparks, no warmth, as you collapsed on the rooftop and cried.

Your Robin was no more.

*****

You smiled as you entered the diner, waving at Linda before taking the booth that you and Robin used to eat at. Six years had passed since you had learned that he was no more and even though it was hard most of the time, you always moved forward. You had graduated high school and gone forward to become a librarian, your choice mostly influenced by your late soulmate.

As you waited for Linda to bring out your regular order, you looked around the diner, recognizing everyone except for a man wearing a red sweatshirt. He was staring down at his phone but was now looking up at you when he felt your stare. You flushed slightly and gave him a wave before looking out of the window.

When Linda came out with your packed regular, you left after giving her a large tip. You had to go back to work.

*****

When Jason came back to life, he knew something was wrong.

After finding out that you were his soulmate, he felt this familiar warmth inside of him, similar to the feeling from when Bruce had first made him Robin. But after the pit, that feeling was multiplied tenfold, to the point that it felt like he was being burned from the inside out. And then the random sparks started.

The first time was when he was with Talia. It had been months since she had started training him, helping him remember a bit of who he was beforehand. When she grabbed his wrist, he felt a spark. It wasn’t the same familiar, welcomed spark with you but it was still a spark. He had brushed it off as static electricity, especially since Talia didn’t seem to have noticed.

But the sparks continued. He felt it frequently when people would hold him, touch him, brush against him. It was an annoyance at that point. A reminder that something was wrong with him, especially since he knew that you were his soulmate and that the others seemed to have not noticed the sparks.

So when Jason saw you walking home one night, he couldn’t help but follow you to make sure you got back safe, just like in the old days. Except for the fact that it’s not like the old days and he was malfunctioning. He was too scared to meet you; he was terrified of the idea that he might touch you and that there would be no spark anymore.

Jason had decided to only follow you home and keep you safe from the shadows, to never interact with you directly. So why exactly was he bleeding on your couch?

He watched as you helped him out of his leather jacket, eyes following your movements to the best of his abilities. He then watched as you pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting the area he was shot.

Your eyebrows were furrowed and Jason couldn’t help but want to reach out and smooth them. Instead, he settled for helping you by peeling the square of his cut shirt away as you prepared the gauze to apply pressure.

His head was spinning and his breathing sounded labored even to his own ears but Jason didn’t want to take off his helmet in fear that you would recognize him from the red domino. But you seemed to have other plans as you reached your hands towards his head, still applying pressure to his wound with your knee.

He tried to avoid your hands but it was difficult to do when his head started to spin. He just watched as your hands reached out towards his helmet and opened it.

A small, selfish part of him wanted you to pull off the helmet and accept him, regardless of whether or not the spark was still there. But from the two years that he had known you, he knew that you’d accept him as Robin, but he wasn’t sure that you’d accept him as Red Hood.

Jason watched as your eyes widened at the sight of his red domino but you didn’t go as far as to peel it off. Instead, you turned your attention back to his wound, gathering more gauze to apply pressure.

As he lost consciousness, he watched as your concerned face entered his vision. And then he felt the fated spark, and all he could think about was how right it felt.

*****

When Jason woke up, he was surprised. By multiple things. For one, you hadn’t called the cops on him. The second thing being the fact that he was, in fact, fine and not dead: he had checked by pinching himself. The third was that his domino was still on his face. And the last being that he could hear your voice clearly, it was distinct, like music against his ears.

He listened as you spoke, not understanding what you were saying but knowing that you were reading Le Petit Prince. After all, one of the first things he did after coming back from the pit was listening to the audiobook, imagining what you would sound like.

He heard the page flip and decided that now would be a good time to open his eyes and sit up.

His sudden movement startled you. You both stared at each other before Jason croaked out a ‘hi’. He watched as your eyes filled with tears as you hugged Jason gently like he was the most delicate, expensive thing in the world.

“I missed you (Y/N),” Jason whispered against your shoulder, feeling the tears form in his eyes as he pulled back.

Your eyes flitted down to his wound with a concerned look but he tilted your head up, towards his face as he pulled the domino off.

He saw a look of recognition in your eyes, knowing for sure that they recognized him when you whispered ‘Jason Todd.’

He nodded, watching as you slowly extended your hands towards his face, caressing it as you skimmed your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“I’m a terrible person,” Jason whispered, looking down into his lap. You simply lifted his face, shaking your head.

“You’re not a terrible person Jason. You were a hero back when you were Robin and you’re a hero as the Red Hood. You’ve always been one. Now lie back down before you pull your stitches and tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Jason smiled as he laid his head across your lap, smiling as the sparks now seemed to dance across his skin in joy, happy that he was finally home.

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yeolmae-s · 3 years ago

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a chanbaek analysis from a veteran exo-l (part 2)

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Writing this was a bit harder in comparison to the first part, because I wanted to organize things into a neat timeline, but I ended up not having enough patience for it lol specially because both of ChanBaek's main archive blogs seem to have deleted their pages documenting each date of EXO's early years. Therefore I apologize in advance if this part is a bit more messy. Also, please don't forget that all of this is my opinion and I don't mean for any of it to be taken as truth!

I kind of want to jump from MAMA era directly into Wolf era, since we don't really have a lot of cover regarding their debut phase besides Chanyeol's overeagerness and Baekhyun's awkwardness towards it, so to sum it up, I felt as if Chanyeol was more confident and consistent on what he thought an idol should act like, while Baekhyun (sweet, innocent Baekhyun who was a trainee for less than a year!) was still unsure on how to act on camera.

On the few early variety shows/interviews EXO appeared on, the members always pointed out how funny Baekhyun was, how good he'd be at variety and at doing imitations, but he never really lived up to all the praise on camera, although off of it, he most likely was as good as his members claimed.

He was a bit stiff on his early days in comparison to what we see today, and that's normal, I guess, since he debuted really quickly, but when you compare him to Chanyeol the contrast is so interesting, because the latter was able to latch on to a persona as soon as the public gave him one, while to me, Baekhyun was still doubtful regarding what to put on display. In the end, deep inside, Baekhyun is a private person, and was even more so when he wasn't confident enough to talk to fans like he does today.

Once again, I’m sorry for not being able to upload the gifs directly into the post, so I’ll just link them like I did on my last one.

This is another one of the moments where Baek appears to tell Chanyeol to just. Hold on for a bit.

There's another one similar to this where Chanyeol does the same thing (try to whisper on Baekhyun's ear) and Baekhyun fake laughs and stares at a fan's camera right after. Then, his expression just goes blank. It's really interesting to watch because you can just see the gears spinning on Chanyeol's brain as he stares at Baekhyun for a second and clearly thinks alright, fanservice time, and leans in to whisper something: it happens so fast you just know it wasn't genuine whispering, just a playful interaction for the fans, and Baekhyun's direct stare to the camera as soon as it happens just confirms this for me.

1: Chanyeol spots his target.

2: He’s really thinking this through.

3: Baek's in a perfect position for whispering-time, so he leans in and does his thing.

4: Baekhyun laughs.

5: And stares directly at a fan's camera.

6: Immediately regrets his life choices. Chanyeol looks pleased.

It's actually better to watch the whole thing, so I'll leave it here. (starts on 0:28!)

(Random note: on this date EXO perfomed a cover of H.O.T's We Are The Future, and I feel like a lot of new EXO-Ls have not seem it and I adore this performance, so I'll link it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1-z4s3fdgo)

Now let's jump on to Wolf era, shall we?

Wolf era

I can't help but laugh when I think about how wild 2013 was for both EXO and EXO-Ls. They had their first hit song (which was Growl, not Wolf) the fandom grew considerably, shippers where just discovering the cute ISAC moments between "BaekYeol" and "HunHan"... Or at least that's how everyone remembers most of what happened during that year.

Are we forgetting the rumoured ChanBaek fight?

Considering their past interactions on airports, SMTOWN concerts, ISAC and other events, ChanBaek was now widely known to be close to each other. Baekhyun even said Chanyeol was the one who made him open up, and both of them mentioned feeling this "connection" to each other as soon as they met (although jokingly).

After Mama, the fandom was content-less for a considerable period of time, and what most people did was sharing around old performances and repeat overused memes. I think that in every fandom there is a period where fans establish their main inside jokes and basically just get together to create a collective line of thought for perceiving their idols. That being said, one of the most well established facts in the fandom was that Chanyeol and Baekhyun were close. That was a fact.But then Wolf came, and they suddenly were not.

This gif is a good example of how awkward their interactions were. Not even my delusional shipping brain in 2013 was able to come up with an explanation for it.

They simply did not acknowledge each other at all, and Chanyeol appeared to be closer to Kyungsoo (I think Baekhyun interacted a lot with Tao, but that may have been during the Growl era, not Wolf. As I said before, I'm a Chanyeol stan guys, sorry lmao).

Point is, these two boys who seemed to be best friends suddenly were clearly distant from one another.

What added fuel to the fire of the rumours was their appearance on Sukira, a radio show, where Sehun cried because the members sometimes had fights. Here's a fanacc:

[130530] EXO at Sukira

Sehun cried because the members sometimes fight.

Sehun: "Let's be loyal to each other, don't fight, and go until the end"

D.O: "We've been under a lot of stress lately because of the comeback, so I wish we won't fight in the future and do our best"

Here's a video cut of this part of their interview.

I think this ask on lets-talk-baekyeol, a popular ChanBaek analysis blog from back in the day, shows how curious a lot of fans were.

What happened back then?

There's really no answer for that. On my opinion, not even Chanyeol or Baekhyun could give us a concrete answer on it, because I don't think an actual fight happened. For me, it was most likely a personality clash, a disagreement that probably wasn't even voiced out loud, just both of them noticing how uncomfortable things got, if Baekhyun's reactions to Chanyeol's fanservice is any indication. I somehow doubt there was a specific episode that created this distance between them, specially because during Growl, they went back to being friends, although not as touchy on camera as before, as if one of them had established their limits (oh, I wonder who!), but I still have this feeling that all of this was unspoken, because unspoken things seem to be a pattern on ChanBaek's relationship (something I'll touch on later, hopefully).

But it was during Growl era that I noticed something else about Baekhyun.

Wolf era

EXO'S Showtime was a such a gift. I recommend reading lets-talk-baekyeol's blog for this. I don't really agree with everything they say they do present a lot of relevant points. I may repeat them here, since I noticed them myself as well, but credits for them nonetheless.

I remember finding the lack of ChanBaek interactions during the episodes really dissappointing, but considering the Wolf Era drought, this was better than nothing.

My 13 year old self was devastated when Baekhyun appeared so quiet during Chanyeol's birthday episode, and during a recent rewatch of it, I think realized why.

Baekhyun doesn't like superficial things. It's not that Chanyeol is insincere, but he's just better than Baekhyun is at handling people pleasing, even when he doesn't really mean what's he saying/doing. The Chanyeol birthday episode was heavily centered on Chanyeol's random admiration for Kai, which I think we can all agree that it was a little bit scripted or a really spur of the moment thing that they just ran along with and oh man. Baekhyun did not want to be part of it.

During ChanKai's hug, this is what he looked like on the background, and the poor boy even refused to eat cake. He's just in the back, which is weird, because he's such a talkative person and Chanyeol is one of his closest friends. The only moment where he seems to be genuinely comfortable is when Chanyeol blows the candle and it's really cute. To me, it seems that he was kind of embarrassed to witness so much acting from everyone else and was unable to participate because he struggles with things like this, but the moment Chanyeol blows his candles to comemorate his birthday seems sincere enough for him to fondly smile.

This ties in so well with everything from Mama Era. He's just unable to keep acting/people pleasing on the same easy way that Chanyeol does, but this time he's not as nervous about it as he was on his earlier-early days, where he probably felt pressured to actually do stuff. Now he just doesn't do **it, he just doesn't do something that he dislikes doing, and that sadly creates a distance between them on camera and probably on a deeper level in their relationship as well, because both are just realizing how different their perceptions over their jobs is.

There's also this moment that the mods on lets-talk-baekyeol pointed out.

On the Christmas episode, when the members leave the couch to go get their presents, Chanyeol stays seated while Baekhyun gets up to fetch his. This is the sitting arrangement before (almost) everyone got up:

But when Baekhyun comes back, there's free space next to Chanyeol, however he's hesitant to sit by his side. He actually hesitates and doesn't sit down. Jongdae even gives him a little push right after.

Baek just seems hesitant to do things on camera, to interact with Chanyeol in front of an audience. For this moment, I feel like he's afraid to sit next to Chanyeol and end up having to over act. It's not that Chanyeol himself makes him uncomfortable, but the image of the friendship that they ended up creating for fans demands a lot from him.

And when I say hesitant to do things on camera, I really do mean it, because when Baekhyun thinks he is not being recorded/seen, here's what he does:

Here and here.

Their relationship clearly changed, and I think the reason for it is actually simple: both of them were under the impression that they were compatible with each other when they actually were not. Their personalities are extremely different, even if the way they present themselves is sometimes similar. Wolf and Growl era was our way, as fans, of watching them navigate around each other and finding out how their relationship was supposed to work.

And you know what's nice about that? The members watched all of it unfold. Their reactions to some of ChanBaek's interaction is a gold mine when it comes to analyzing them, because they clearly know, just as we do, that their relationship is kind of complicated. But I want to talk about it on the next part.

I am sorry for cutting this off again! I don't know if the next part is going to be the last, because after Growl there's Overdose and we all know what happened on 2014 [coughs] dating scandal [coughs] god help me I don't want to talk about it [coughs] so there's a lot to uncover and I need time to organize stuff.

Thank you for reading!

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