#Wolfgang Held

[genevieveetguy]

The toothed vagina appears in the mythology of many and diverse cultures all over the world. In these myths, the story is always the same. The hero must do battle with the woman. The toothed creature can break her power.

Teeth, Mitchell Lichtenstein (2007)

[magnolia-sunrise]

over the time he's known them, Bastien has always had at least a vague notion of what Wolfgang does. to actually see them kill someone with their bare hands is... a different experience

[blackwaxidol]

Survived asking my mother about it.

[filmap]

Rosen für den Staatsanwalt / Roses for the Prosecutor Wolfgang Staudte. 1959

Newsstand Ob. Königsstraße 8, 34117 Kassel, Germany See in map

See in imdb

[snowisflesh-blog123]

i love australian cigarette plain packaging. look at this corpse 🫵

[rwpohl]

lange beine - lange finger, alfred vohrer 1965

[brandybradyrandyandyndy]

Ratet, welches Wolfgang Herrndorf-Buch ich heute angefangen hab

Wenn eure Antwort "Tschick" war, dann liegt ihr falsch! Richtig gewesen wäre:

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Color Theory

Color theory is a set of guidelines for mixing, combining, and manipulating colors. Color theory includes ideas like:

Color harmony: Color harmony describes color pairings that are visually pleasing and provide a sense of visual order. Color schemes based on complementary and analogous colors are generally perceived as harmonious. But, since humans respond to colors differently depending on personal preferences and life experiences, there are no universally “right” colors for achieving harmony.

Color temperature: Color temperature deals with breaking colors down into warm colors (associated with sunset and daylight) and cool colors (associated with overcast light). Experimenting with combinations of warm and cool colors can help you mix colors to achieve a particular effect.

Color context: Colors appear to behave differently when viewed in different contexts. For instance, a rusty orange may seem dull and subdued when placed beside a vivid yellow, but when paired with a dark purple, the orange suddenly seems much brighter.

Color Wheel - a circle diagram that illustrates the relationships between different colors.

Sir Isaac Newton developed the first color wheel in his 1704 book Opticks.

Newton created an asymmetrical color wheel with 7 colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

In 1810, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe developed a symmetrical color wheel with just 6 colors (eliminating indigo) that is similar to the one we commonly use today.

Artists and designers use color wheels to create color schemes that produce a desired artistic effect.

Primary Colors - colors that combine to make a range of other colors.

Traditionally, these are red, yellow, and blue.

In the RYB color model, the primary colors form a triadic color scheme—a group of three colors spaced evenly apart from each other on the color wheel.

When mixed, these three primary colors form many other colors.

More accurate color theories actually use different primary colors.

The CMYK color printing model deals with printed colors—cyan, magenta, yellow, and black. It is a method of subtractive color mixing in which printed colors absorb (i.e. subtract) light and combine to form a range of colors, including red, blue, and green.

The RGB color model applies to colored light—like the light that emits from a phone or computer screen; its primary colors are red, green, and blue.

The model is a method of additive color mixing, meaning that different colors of light combine (i.e. add) to form other colors, including cyan, magenta, and yellow.

Secondary Colors - the result of mixing two primary colors.

In the traditional color model, the 3 secondary colors are:

green (yellow + blue), orange (yellow + red), and purple (red + blue).

Tertiary Colors - the combination of one primary color with one secondary color.

There are 6 tertiary colors on the traditional color wheel:

magenta (red-purple), vermillion (red-orange), amber (yellow-orange), chartreuse (yellow-green), teal (blue-green), and violet (blue-purple).

Complementary Colors - colors found opposite each other on the color wheel.

Complementary color schemes include blue with orange, red with green, and yellow with purple.

These contrasting colors can make a bold statement when paired in fashion, film, photography, and other forms of art.

Analogous Colors - colors that are next to each other on the color wheel.

Analogous color schemes include yellow paired with chartreuse and green; red with vermillion and orange; and blue with teal and violet.

The 3 colors in each pairing share a common hue, so they appear to match.

Color Temperature - the way to measure the color of visible light.

The unit used to measure color temperature is degrees kelvin.

The best way to understand color temperature is to visualize a piece of metal being extended into a fire.

The color of the metal will change depending on how long it’s held in the fire and how hot it gets.

The metal will range from red to warm white to blue as it heats.

This is also the general range of colors from one end of the color temperature scale to the other.

The Kelvin Temperature Scale. The kelvin scale consists of units of measurement that relate to the color of a light source. The higher the Kelvin number, the closer it is to replicating bright sunlight. In general, higher temperatures on the kelvin scale, the whiter or bluer a light appears. The lower the number, the more yellow and red the light appears.

In order to understand the kelvin range and how kelvin color temperature applies to different light sources, it’s useful to review a few identifiable lights and their kelvin color temperature value.

Candlelight, for instance, generally has a color temperature of around 1500K.

The sunrise and sunset are usually measured around 3200K.

An overcast sky usually has a color temperature of around 9000K.

The current color temperature scale in use is known as the correlated color temperature (CCT) scale and is based around the color emitted by an incandescent bulb.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[feinyan]

I need more Damon's boyfriend text....or whatever. anything, I'm starving for a Damon content 😭😭

ROMANCE TROPE featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago and wolfgang akire

more below the cut .. no texts but this has damon so.

# damon maitsu

hear me out on .. sort of enemies to lovers with the ultimate debater himself ?? damon and you who bicker constantly, always comparing and teasing amongst yourselves.

i can see damon thinking of you as someone lower than him, someone whose time shouldnt occupy his own oh-so important time. i mean, he has soooo much more important things to focus on. but eugh, your conflicts, your constant bickering, led to … weird, thrilling feelings, something that led to wanting more. this need grew overwhelmingly frustrating, which interrupted his thoughts. his mind could no longer find itself hyper focused on debating and studying despite his best attempts, because now, he always found that you were somewhere in the back of his mind. small reminders of you would spark a disruption within his head, one that led him to feel a hot, annoyed feeling in his chest.

pushing the tip of your finger into his shirt, you tilted your head to the side, a smug grin tugging at your lips.

“oh! would you look at that. what happened to your cocky attitude? not so confident now huh, mr debater?” you’d hummed, a sheet of paper firmly held within your fingers, waving it back and forth in front of his eyes. he’d narrowed his eyes in exchange, gaze flickering between your own and the wall behind you.

a huff escaping his lips, he’d finally regained his composure, his flustered face cooled down at least a little. “.. oh shut up, you managed to finally get a grade higher than me, congrats.” his muttering was sarcastic, clasping his fingers around your wrists and pulling them away from himself.

“for once? im pretty sure last exam i—“

“.. yeah yeah, that’s enough from you.” he’d interrupted, letting go of your wrists and instead throwing a hand over your mouth to prevent your sentence from being finished. with a muffled protest, you raised an arm to tug at the hand covering your lips with a struggle. damon couldn’t help but snicker at this, eyes making contact with your own helpless ones. finally managing to pull his hand away, you took a step back, annoyance apparent in your face.

turning around, prepared to make your way to your next class, you paused in place for a moment. “start focusing on your grades more, you’ve been lazy recently.”

a sigh from damon could be heard from behind you, accompanied by the shuffling of his pants. probably him putting his hands in his pockets. with a grumble, he responded. “it was by 4%. i’ve been busy with other things.”

“hmm, do you need encouragement? let me think,”

he remained quiet.

“if you get a higher grade than me on the next assignment, you can take me out on a date.”

“… the- huh? the hell?” he stammered, for a second, he was almost certain he’d heard wrong. but when you only replied with a giggle, beginning to make your way through the hallway, your words were surely made clear. gross. he didn’t know how that made him feel, yet a hot feeling began to consume his insides at the thought you’d offered into his mind, one that tugged at his heart — a feeling he disliked. one that pissed him off. he’d remained quiet in place, mouth slightly hung open as he watched you skip off all innocently. yet the pounding in both his chest and head was one that he couldn’t stay quiet about.

“you idiot .. y/n, wait up.”

# kai monteago

kai is the biggest secret dating troupe ever .. do you hear me. hello. guys. please hello!!!

kai — who shouldn’t have a partner to begin with. his fans are .. pretty obsessive to say the least, and getting a partner would totally make him lose popularity! therefor, when he met you, despite how desperately he wanted to show you off to the world, he was pestered until he finally agreed to keep it silent. his conflicting feelings though, were ones he never shut up about.

“… kaaaai,” you muttered, stretching out your body in attempts to free yourself from his tight grasp. it didn’t work. he clung to you harder, wet lips pressing against your cheek and lips time after time. this drew a giggle from your lips, turning your head to the side so you’d have the opportunity to speak.

though, kai spoke first.

“babyyyyy! i couldn’t kiss you aaaall day! let me have this!” a dramatic whine arose from him, burying his head into the crook of your neck with a huff. a sigh left your throat as you placed your head atop his own, rubbing his back with your hand.

“.. you’re such a baby, kai.”

# wolfgang akire

im not really sure but maybe arranged marriage ?? the idea of the uncomfortable, awkward feeling of marrying someone who you don’t know, yet wolfgangs display of kindness and tender actions despite the situation slowly causing you two to form a sweet bond. things like cooking you breakfast every morning no matter how early he’d have to wake up, buying you little gifts and treating you even though he doesnt need to.

sitting across from wolfgang, you kept your eyes on the food. an awkward silence always lingered whenever the two of you shared a meal together, yet slowly but surely, its been getting lighter.

“did you enjoy the breakfast id made you this morning?” his words came off in a gentle tone, interrupting the silence between the two of you. lifting your head, your eyes immediately met his eyes. eyes that were already staring at your own, and had probably been for awhile now.

taking a moment to respond, you nodded with a smile. “yeah, thank you, i really like strawberries.” you’d hummed a cheery response. he gave a smile in exchange to your last comment.

“is that so? i’ll try to include them in more of your meals then.”

a kind offer, but you shook your head. “.. ah, you don’t have to make me meals. you wake up really early for it. i do appreciate it a lot but—“

he cut you off with a shake of his own head.

“no need, you’re my spouse, its the least i could do.”

@ feinyan

[gachagon]

Who had Eva's Blackmail?

Spoilers for Project: Eden's Garden chapter 1

During the first chapter, we're introduced to the Motive for the characters to begin the killing game, which are these envelopes that contain a photo and a message on the back that reveals their "worst" secret. Damon had Wolfgang's, Wolfgang had Jeans, Kai had Cassidy's, Eloise had Grace's, and Eva had Desmond's.

During the class trial, they tried repeatedly to bring up the motives but nobody ever revealed who had who's motive, or what that motive was aside from Wolfgang's. So that begs the question, who had Eva's blackmail? The person she ended up killing didn't have her blackmail, and as far as Damon is aware she was never actually approached by anyone who handed her an envelope. Meaning someone had Eva's blackmail, but then didn't give it to her.

The reason I think it's important to wonder who had Eva's blackmail is because I believe that her "secret" was something that we haven't heard before. Tozu said that all of the secrets were things that everyone had already unknowingly admitted to, and Eva's "biggest" secret (That being that she's not the Ultimate Liar, but really the Ultimate Mathlete) had been revealed to everyone all at once. This would make her envelope being the same information that everyone already knows kind of useless. (That, and Tozu wouldn't put her secret on the school tablet where everyone could just access the information, because it's supposed to be personal blackmail, if everyone can just know in an instant, it's worthless as a motive)

So Eva's secret has to be something that we don't know right now. I don't believe that Eva's secret was that she "Used to eat in the bathroom stalls" either, like some people have proposed. Because Eva told Damon that after the Motives were introduced, not before. Meaning, her secret could only be something from before the motives were introduced, which means it's something we don't know about yet.

If Eva's secret was something that was really just "lame" or embarrassing, I feel like the person who had her envelope would've followed what Wolfgang asked of everyone, which was to just give her her Blackmail. Unless, her secret was something that was really, REALLY bad. In which case, they either held onto it or showed it to Wolfgang.

The reason I think whoever had Eva's blackmail probably showed it to Wolfgang is because Wolfgang made a declaration to Desmond when they discovered that nobody's doors had locks on them. He said to Desmond to just bring any clues or suspicious things to him first next time instead of bothering everyone, and so if the person who received Eva's blackmail was really worried about it and didn't want to confront her about it, I could see them either holding onto it and keeping it a secret, or just showing Wolfgang for peace of mind.

I guess the only reason I'm so fixated on what Eva's secret was is because it could reveal more about her potential motivations. I always thought, much like Wenona pointed out, that her killing Wolfgang and framing Diana over something so frivolous as her own insecurity about her talent is a little stupid. So i just feel there has to be more to it than just that, you know? I also still think Wolfgang's actions during the whole note exchange thing are a bit suspicious in and of itself.

[mrs-stans]

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[kyehwas]

BIG BAD WOLF FT. SHINONOME AKITO

☆author's note - happy halloween everyone! hope you enjoy this special fic, and thank you to everyone who sent a request for my halloween event!☆

Your poor grandma. You felt so bad blaming her, but in a way, this was all her fault.

It all started when she got sick with a deathly illness. You had to go in the forest and find herbs to make the remedy and cure her. It was the only way you could cure her, the only way she would be healthy again.

"I finally found it!" You exclaimed quietly to yourself in the deep forest. You had been wandering the forest for the stars know how long, and the herb your grandmother needed to heal was finally in your grasp. It was too easy.

Almost too easy.

The crunching sound of the forest floor foliage grew louder and louder as you felt someone, something approach you.

"W-Who's there?" You asked, turning behind you in a protective stance. But there was nobody. Was it just your imagination?

You turned back to go pick more herbs, only to be attacked by someone behind you.

Their muscular arms held you in a chokehold and you could feel them breathing down your neck. "You never asked for permission, did you?" The male voice asked.

You clawed at their forearm, trying to escape from the chokehold, but it was no use. "Why... why would I need permission?"

"Because," The man tightened his grip on you, "This is my forest. If you want something, you're gonna have to ask me." He let you fall to the floor with a thump, allowing you to get a closer look at his features.

Olive green eyes, orange hair with a yellow streak, fangs, a fluffy tail, and orange ears that perked out of his hair. A wolf hybrid.

"H-Hey, I don't know who you ae, but please," You hoped the man couldn't hear the slight quiver in your voice, "My grandmother is dying. I need these herbs."

The wolf hybrid crouched down, face millimeters away from yours. "Your grandma isn't my problem, isn't she? Here little red, let's have a bet. If you can hide from me for five minutes, I'll let you keep the herbs. If you can't? Well, haha, that's for you to find out. Ready?"

You gulped and meekly nodded.

The wolf smirked. "You have ten seconds to run, got it? Ten..." You immediately dashed off the opposite direction.

"Nine... eight... seven..."

Your heart was thumping in your chest. Where did you come from? You hesitated, trying to find an exit.

"Six... five..."

You bolted through all of the big trees that still felt familiar.

"Four... three... two..."

You were at the same place you started. You were running in circles. You dropped to the floor in disbelief, grabbing at your chest.

"One."

He was fast. He bared his teeth, showing off his fangs. A way of intimidation? "You're too slow, little red."

You couldn't stop the tears that began to fall down your cheeks, wiping it and blowing your nose with your hood that you had discarded.

"Shh, don't cry, baby," The wolf hybrid, still unnamed, brought you in his embrace, "I have another way for you to get these herbs, will you listen to me? Will you listen to wolfie?" It could be because he was whispering so closely to your ear or because his tone was so condescending, but you felt a shiver down your spine.

"What is it..?" You sniffled. At this point, you were desperate. Your grandma meant the world to you, you needed her to live.

"Be mine." He bit your earlobe and the tears started back up again. "What did I tell you? No crying." He wiped a tear from your cheek.

"I don't even know who you are.." You tried pushing him away, but it did nothing. Nothing you did worked.

"My name is Akito. Akito Shinonome," His tone was softer, maybe he was realizing that he needed a different approach to win you over. "You're going to be coming with me, okay?"

You backed up a little, trying to keep your distance from Akito. "I agreed to be yours, at least let me go give this to my grandma."

Akito only walked forward, not letting the space between you and him grow wider. You couldn't back up anymore: he had you backed up against a giant evergreen tree. "I'll make one of my minions do it. You're staying with me, y/n."

Your eyes widened in shock. "What? I can't! I have a family, I have friends who'd miss me!" You cried.

"Gosh, you complain way too fuckin' much, don't you?" Before you could come up with a snarky remark, Akito's lips were on yours. You gasped, only allowing him to go further and push his tongue in the warm crevice of your mouth.

"You taste so good, little red, I could just eat you up~." Akito murmured once he pulled away from your swollen lips, a string of saliva connecting you.

Your stomach dropped, "I-"

Your bottom lip was between Akito's lips, and you could taste the familiar metallic taste of blood. "Dont say anything else, little red. You're stuck with the big bad wolf."

[magnolia-sunrise]

noticing a pattern. of some sort

[shookspearewrites]

Shookspeare Royal Romance: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Hello my ducklings! How are we? You voted on the poll yesterday and you voted overwhelmingly for the completion of the #ShookspeareRoyalRomance mini series from before my writing break. I'm so so glad you chose this! Please have the Mozart instalment - with the Shakespeare instalment to come soon ^^

-JJ x

__________

Thus I imagine Angels, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

MC smiled to herself as she swept the kitchen, humming sweetly as someone played the piano somewhere down the palace corridors. She’d been the devoted maid to Prince Jean for sometime and had become accustomed to the workings of his palace, so she found the twinkling piano music a little confusing, though certainly not unwelcome, as the music room often lay vacant apart from during lavish parties.  The maid continued to clean the kitchen through the evening, even as the piano stopped playing, so dedicated to last little spot on one of the wine glasses that she didn’t notice a handsome man watching from the doorway and paying close attention to her quiet singing, “Du hast eine hübsche Stimme.” MC turned to find the owner of the cool, modulated voice: It belonged to an impossibly beautiful man with white hair like dove’s feathers and eyes carved of piercing amethyst and blooming violets.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur.” The young lady smiled a little guilty, glancing at her feet and not noticing the small smirk on his thin lips, “I’m sorry if my singing disturbed you.”

“No, that’s not what I said.” The gentleman took a few steps towards MC and took her delicate hand in his own, kissing it briefly, his lips almost as soft as the white cotton gloves he wore, “Your voice is charming, Miss?”

“MC, Monsieur?”

“Prince Wolfgang.” The Austrian prince replied somewhat dryly before wandering past MC to make himself a cup of coffee, leaving the maid stunned speechless, her cheeks pink and mouth hung slightly agape as she watched him gracefully prepare his drink.

“Y-your Grace,” MC curtsied, eliciting a small chuckle from Wolfgang who was pouring his coffee.

“As you were, this isn’t a formal setting,” the prince waved his hand in the maid’s general direction, picking up his coffee with the other and making his way out of the kitchen, turning back to MC once he’d passed into the hallway, “I entrust that I’ll see you at my cousin’s dance tomorrow night?”

“I expect I’ll be serving wine there, yes Prince W-wolfgang.” She stuttered over his name quietly, a warm flush on her cheeks, conjuring up the image of him dressed to the nines in a fine suit and silken gloves in her head. 

“Hm, I think not.” Wolfgang replied, turning back towards MC and taking her chin between forefinger and thumb, his amethyst eyes glinting with mischief and something akin to sultriness as he peered into her soul, “You’ll accompany me to the dance. I insist that you be on my arm all night.” And before the maid could object, the handsome prince strode off down the hallway and out of sight, leaving her stunned still and silent. 

The next night, as the sun’s golden rays began to set in favour of hanging delicate, twinkling stars in the darkening sky, MC anxiously brushed her silken hair, the bristles of her brush gliding through her hair. Her pulse raced uncomfortably in her chest as she gazed upon her reflection, her visage painted with intricate makeup, a sparkling necklace of amethysts and pearls adorning her slim, pretty neck and a sour frown on her face, “Maybe I should just forget it …”  she muttered to herself. The sweet maid-turned-faux princess stood up shakily, her ankles not yet used to the heels she wore or the weight of the beautiful plum purple gown that she had borrowed from one of the palace’s ladies. It felt wrong, like she was masquerading as someone she wasn’t as she nervously held her stomach and quietly tottered down the halls towards the ballroom. 

Prince Wolfgang was the picture of elegance in the bustling ballroom; His dove white hair fell effortlessly to frame his slender face, his violet eyes sparkled in the candlelight and his suit was tight against his body, showing off his gorgeous body perfectly. He tutted and brushed off another noble woman who had been eying him up, impatiently drafting his eyes around in search of the enchanting maid that he’d invited to dance with him. And then, he saw her - glowing in the crowd, despite the awkward little frown on her painted lips. His legs carried his slender body toward her, taking her warm hands gently into his own slightly cold pair and kissing his thin lips to her skin softly. 

“Thus I imagine angels,” he whispered against her hand, making a peachy pink blush blossom across the apples of her cheeks, before their eyes met with a spark, “You are the picture of beauty.”

MC shuffled awkwardly on the spot, appreciating the Prince’s affections but not so much the slightly stuffy, overly formal atmosphere, “Why me?” she challenged. 

It was now Wolfgang’s turn to be stunned, his eyes widening in shock and his own cheeks now reddening, “Was?”

The young lady stepped closer to the prince, her heart fluttering and her stomach filled with butterflies as she smelt the sweet, chocolatey aroma of his cologne and felt the warmth of his body against her’s. His capable hand slipping to the small of her back didn’t go unnoticed, either. “You’re a prince, you could have any and every woman in the world. Princesses throw themselves at your feet every other day! So,” she peered at him through her pretty eyelashes which only made her ever more attractive to the young man, “Why would you choose a plain little maid?”

The delightful melodies of a beautiful waltz began to play and without warning, Prince Wolfgang swept MC up into an effortless waltz in his lithe yet surprisingly toned arms, the couple gazing into each other’s eyes like they’d fallen in love many moons ago. The crowd around them dissolved away as they felt like the only people on Earth, the elaborate party a distant memory as they danced without a single care for the rest of the world, “There’s just something about you,” he smirked. MC’s delicate little hands grasped at his shoulders, “Something irresistible.”

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Surprise guest at Good Bye, Lenin! screening in Budapest

Yesterday, we received an unexpected surprise at the Good Bye Lenin! screening: we were visited by the main character of the movie, the fantastic Daniel Brühl, who has been filming in Budapest for some time with Ruben Östlund. Several members of the crew accompanied him to Urania. In the introduction before the screening, Zsófia Buglya, program director greeted Daniel separately, who was greeted by the audience with applause. The movie was also very positive, it was good to see it again and have a good laugh.

Our Golden Book has also been signed and Brühl wrote the following post: "It is a great honor and joy for me to see Good Bye Lenin in this venerable film sanctuary. Thank you! xxx Daniel Brühl” He said that he's been here to see movies several times, when he visited Budapest. He also added that he is happy about this current screening because it gives us the opportunity to remember the recently deceased director Wolfgang Becker, who was a co-creator and a good friend of his.

📸 Uránia Nemzeti Filmszínház (March 2025) + my edits

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

The auto-translation from Hungarian to English is a little off, so I made minor corrections for readability.

For context, the screening was held as part of a special program celebrating the 70th anniversary of German Films.

Here's a screenshot from Daniel's Instagram Story:

...and here are two articles, [1] and [2], that give a peek into what Wolfgang and his friendship with Daniel was like.

[sexycornenthusiast]

Surviving P:EG pairs and how likely I think they are to kill each other in the future

5. Damon + Kai

Lol. Lmao even. They weren't even in the original draft of this post, that's how little I was considering them. I just don't think Damon is the genre of DR protagonist who's allowed to die. Like, as good as the Eva-Wolfgang thing was, this game does not have the narrative budget for another role fakeout. It's the same reason I don't think Diana's going to die until at least chapter 4. Though, now that I say this, the universe is probably gonna conspire against me to kill Diana.

4. Ingrid + Toshiko

I can't see either of these two purposely killing anyone, let alone each other. I think it could be played well for tragedy as an accident, but that is absolutely not a realistic scenario. Honestly it's my deeply held belief that Toshiko will survive the killing game, based purely on vibes, so really I'm more interested in her hypothetical reaction to Ingrid's death.

3. Desmond + Eloise

Can you imagine the sounds of the fandom imploding in on itself if this happened?? Delicious. Idc how likely this one actually is, I'm manifesting blackened Eloise in any way possible. I have no idea how this would go down, though, so I suppose a shocking twist doesn't automatically equal good character work. They'd have to do some heavy lifting for this one for sure, but I think it's possible.

2. Ulysses + Wenona

I love the idea of this one but in practice I feel like it's almost a little too played out. Like. She was a stereotypical ruthless CEO, he was a sickly Victorian child who'd probably blow over in the wind. Can I make it any more obvious? And as much as blackened Ulysses goes hard, I can't think of any reason for him to go after Wenona over anyone else. Though, if this does happen, it'd probably be a ch. 3 or ch. 4 case, so maybe something will change in that regard and I'll regret this ranking.

1. Mark + Jett

I love Jett but I'm rooting for a reveal that Mark genuinely hates him. I want them to be this game's tenmiko so bad and I can't even explain it beyond "it would be funny". This is probably the most commonly predicted one in the whole list, and I suppose the fact that it's this high anyway says something. Regardless of their involvement, I think if one of them dies, the other will have Feelings about it and I cannot wait to see that