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Here there be beasts | Final
⢠Pairing: Jimin x Wolf!Namjoon ⢠Genre: Angst, Fluff | Rating: Mature | RedRidingHood!AU / Fairytale!AU â Gifset Trailer ⢠Words: 10k | AO3 ⢠Disclaimer: nsfw-content, smut, mentioning of blood, abuse, violence, weapons, dark themes, anxiety
written with @cassiavioletblueâ
âł Â Fear was a strange feeling. People feared the unknown, the dark and witchcraft. The shadows that were lurking through the forest at night. The same fear that made the folks in the village keep their distance from the forest at night; that locked their doors on nights when there was a full moon, or no moon at all.
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The sun was low in the sky and it was noticeably cooler than it had been earlier in the day as he came to a halt. He let his gaze wander over the houses that were made out of grey stone, with slate roofs and dull now in the evening sun but glistened whenever it was wet from the rain. It was plain. The church had a spire and was stone built like the village houses. Small square windows, hanging baskets filled with wilted flowers that probably no one had cared for in their fear of staying outside for too long. It was eerily quiet, the fear noticeably in every corner.Â
They only came out when it was day, some were so terrified that they were afraid to speak. They told stories about how the old man had been ripped into pieces that not even his body could be found anymore. Just a few droplets of blood on the grass. The beast had swallowed him whole. The wolf. He could hear their whispers about him and how it would eat up anybody who was walking around the village at night.
Jimin chuckled and yet, it was a fearful one. He had seen the dark eyes, the change that was clear as the night as when he had looked into the wolfâs eyes on a full moon. He had been scared of him for a moment. Jimin could feel a headache settling in, the confusion making him question everything and it felt like his own mother and grandmother knew more that they wanted to lead on. And they never told him, played games and gave him riddles but Jimin couldnât find the answers. He walked up to alley and stared into the distance, trying to ease his mind. On summer days, Jimin loved to go up to the top of the small hill and sat against the middle tree overlooking the village. It was usually in the morning, when it was still quiet, hardly any sound was audible. He loved that place â but he wouldnât miss it. In the village you live close to your neighbors and everybody knew everybodyâs business and their families and predilections. And he wanted to leave it all behind.
Jimin unlocked the door to his house and walked in. With a sigh, he plopped down regretting the quick movement right away when he got reminded what he had been doing all night with Namjoon. He hissed, though with a smile and couldnât help but laugh at himself. There was one answer he knew he had: he would be safe with Namjoon. There was no wolves. No beasts. With him he would be protected. And he was sure he could get away from the nightmare. Being so lost in his mind, Jimin didnât notice when the door opened behind him.
âWhat happened?â The sudden strong grip around his waist, made Jimin flinch and jump around, meeting Honsungâs questioning gaze. âIâŚI slipped on some wet stone this morning,â He rubbed his bottom to underline his statement, âItâs going to be a bit bruised up.â Jimin was proud of his quick lie, giving Honsung a smile to show that he was fine. He patted his chest a little awkwardly, trying to get a little space between them.
âYou were out again, werenât you? During the night, while the beast fed on that man. Was that it? Did you want to watch? What is it that makes you get yourself in danger like that? Are you bored? Do you need a little more excitement in your life? Cause if itâs that I can give you that!â He pulled Jimin roughly towards him. âThere will be no more going out, do you understand me? Not at night, not during the day, none at all! The attacks get more frequent, but you donât even know half of them because instead of participating in the village life and talking to other people you always hang out in the woods. Donât you want to have friends, Jimin? Talk to people other than yourself? People are talking you know. Youâve always been a little weird, but itâs gotten out of hand lately. And you canât only think about yourself. This reflects back on me as well. Iâm trying to get far, to make it to someone higher up the food chain - and youâll benefit from that too. But the way things are going right now no one will lay their trust into someone whoâs affiliated with a suicidal psycho.â
Jimin gawked, blinking his eyes as he tried to follow what Honsung was telling him. âN-none? ButâŚHonsung, I canâtâŚI have to help my grandma, you know that.â He shook his head, not wanting to believe that there had been more attacks while he had been gone. How could he have overseen them? Did he really not see them?
âWhat are you talking about?â Jimin furrowed his brows, confused and startled as his heart picked up its pace. He was getting nervous the more Honsung was talking, but he couldnât escape his grip. âPs-psycho? Iâm notâŚâ Jimin pushed against his chest, feeling the anger sitting firing hot under his chest, âIf you donât want to be associated with me then go! You can pick anyone. Iâm not holding you back! The neighbors daughter wants you anyways. Take her then! Because you know I canât keep inside if my grandma is out there and needs my help. You know she is almost blind; she canât see clearly anymore. And the people in the village should know, too that I am taking care of her. Like a good grandson should do.â He was almost hissing the words, angry that the people thought of him as the weird kid again.Â
âShe will do fine a few days without you! I can bring her some food and whatever else she needs in advance and you stay here. And stop - stop pushing me!â He pushed Jimin back so that the younger fell backwards onto the bed. âDo you really think I could just ignore our engagement? I promised to take care of you because you had no one else but youâre making it really hard right now. This isnât solely about what I want and who I want to be with, a marriage is as much about duty as it is about pleasure and I canât just change my mind about my oath just because you decide to be difficult. It just means that I need to be a better husband and help shape you until youâre a character that fits into the community of city.â
Jimin stared in absolute disbelief at the man in front of him, that he thought once knew but showed more and more sides of him that only scared him. There were tears burning behind his eyes, threatening to come forward but Jimin took a deep breath. He had been pushed harshly against the rough edge of his bed, where he barely caught himself and now as he gazed up at Honsung he felt completely loss for words.
âShape me?â He almost scoffed but tried to push it down to not anger him too much. Jimin didnât want to know what else he would be capable of. âLet me go to her one last time, please. Just once,â He whispered, avoiding Honsungâs gaze to show him his defeat. âIf you love me, then pleaseâŚâ
âJimin, I have asked you so many times already to not go into the woods. I begged you to take care, I ordered you to not leave the village at night, I tried to talk sense into you over and over again. I donât trust you anymore. If I let you go who knows if you come back home or maybe you spend a few more nights out there just because you want to. No, youâll stay here where people can watch you and make sure that you wonât end up dead. Iâll take care of it, like I said I will, because I stick to my word.â
Jimin was shaking as he nodded his head slowly, biting his lip in deep thought as he stared into nothingness. His heart was beating so loudly and so fast that he was scared he was going into a cardiac arrest. Jimin looked up to see where the sun was at the horizon, knowing that in the evening he had promised for Namjoon to come back, to meet him at his grandmaâs and to run away, to never come back to the village again. Right now, it seemed almost like an impossible task. Jimin was so far gone in his mind, that he startled heavily when a hand cupped his cheek making him turn towards Honsung. âWhy do you love me?â The words slipped from his lips easily but shaky. But he wanted to know so much more: why do you hate me so much? Why do you chose me? Why me? Why does it have to be me?
âBecause youâre special, Jimin. Despite all the defiance and the disobedience, I know that deep down you can be good. You want to be good, donât you? You could make it so much easier for all of us if you just started to trust me like you should.â He leaned in to kiss Jiminâs forehead. âIâll take care of you, Jimin. You donât have to fight against anything and everyone any longer. I know whatâs best for you. And your grandma will be so happy when she sees that your safe and surrounded by friends and cared for, wouldnât she? Donât you want that for yourself too?â
âYeah,â His voice sounded tired and Jimin felt exhausted, âI just need to see her. Just a few days, promise me. I need to be with her. I donât know for how much longer she can be around.â Jimin bit his lip, when he saw the deep furrowed his brows and the hesitance in Honsungâs body language. âIâm sorry,â Jimin whispered, meaning so much more than those simple words. Iâm sorry that I will make this harder on you, Iâm sorry that Iâm going to make you angry and Iâm sorry that Iâm not what you want me to be. And I am sorry that I will run away.Â
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Namjoon had no idea that Jimin couldnât keep his promise. He had started to roam through his pantry, made sure that there would be enough food and necessities for two people to live comfortably for a while. He would also soon make a trip to the next village even though it would be a wolf run away to get Jimin his own things; another plate, a glass - maybe one of those colorful ones that he had seen last time he had visited the market there it had been so pretty and would hopefully make Jimin happy. He wasnât trying to sugarcoat things, he knew it wouldnât been easy, Jimin would have to learn what it meant to live without the comfort heâs had in the village and even though there would be no more people judging him there would be other things to make his life harder. Not to speak of Namjoon who would have to be very, very careful so that Jimin would never find out who exactly he was. He would tell Jimin that he was sleepwalking and that he should in no way be disturbed so that Jimin wouldnât look for him in case he woke up and found his side of the bed empty. Or maybe he could talk Jimin into letting him give him a mild herbal tea to help him sleep during full moon nights so that he wouldnât wake up at all.
Whatever way he chose he knew it would be great living with Jimin, he felt it - and he had never felt so scared but so happy at the same time.
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Jimin was glancing over to the window every five minutes, nervously. He could see a few of Honsungâs friends lingering around his home and he was sure that he had told him to see if Jimin would go out and if he did, to follow him closely. What they didnât know was, that Jimin knew his way around by now. So, he simply slipped through his back window, leaving everything behind in a heartbeat.
This morning he had thought about packing a few things, but right now it didnât matter. The sun was about to set, and he was sure Namjoon had been already waiting. Jimin hadnât even put on his coat. He didnât need it anymore.
The moment Jimin pulled himself over the wall and jumped down on the other side where he knew it was safe, he felt like he could breathe again â like weight that got lifted off his shoulders. This way he was sure that he was on his right way, because his heart told him so. With a smile on his lips, Jiminâs steps quickened until he was fully running. He could hear the church bells ringing in the background, telling the people to go inside before it would be dark, but he was running even faster.
When his grandmaâs house came in view at the end of the path, Jimin was panting, slowing down until he was just walking. The forest was eerily quiet around him, but Jimin didnât pay it any attention. He was so filled with happiness, with feeling absolutely free in this moment that he didnât notice it.
Nothing.
Not a sound.
âGrandma?â Jiminâs voice echoed through the woods as he came to a halt in front of her door, fist lifted in an attempt to knock when he noticed the door being ajar. It wasnât unusual for her to do so, so Jimin simply pushed it open and called for her again. âAre you in the back, Grandma?â Jimin called out again but there was no answer. Instead something else suddenly swallowed him whole, making him halt and froze in his movements completely. His throat constricted at the onslaught of smell that crashed over him. Something was awfully wrong. Something didnât fit in the picture. Jimin turned around with wide eyes, slowly opening the door to his grandmotherâs bedroom, but there was no one. Her blanket was thrown carelessly over as if she had been asleep, but the smell wasnât as strong here. Jimin looked over his shoulder and gulped as he reached out for the kitchen door with shaking hands. âPlease, grandma. This is not funny,â He mumbled more to himself to calm his rapid beating heart as he pushed the door open.Â
The door stopped after only a few inches because something was blocking it. Or someone. In horror Jimin pushed against it until it finally gave way and he was able to open the door enough to squeeze inside. He wished he hadnât done that. Halfway behind the door and on the kitchen floor was his grandmother. There was something red all over here and in his shock he first thought it must be tomato juice, that she had slipped with a plate in hand and had spilled the juice all over her.
He kneeled down with shaking fingers, trying to help her up because she had just fallen, and it would be fine if he helped her up. But even his mind in denial couldnât ignore the deep gashes in her chest and at her throat. Jimin whimpered, âGâŚgrandma? Grandma please, please wake up!â He took her arm to shake her, to wake her up again but the moment he touched her he knew that she was gone. Her arm felt cold and stiff and he flinched back immediately. She was dead.
His grandmother was dead.
Jimin felt like his whole world was spinning. He had seen her alive only days ago, his warm smile and her beautiful eyes and⌠Jimin coughed, trying to get away from the bloody corpse as he heaved but nothing came out. He was just sobbing, pulling his knees in as he shook from the fear and the shock alike.
She was dead. She was dead. She was dead.
The beast.
Jiminâs eyes widened as he lifted his shaking hands, seeing the blood that was all over. He snapped up when his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find any clues. Something that could tell him what had happened. This hadnât been an accident. This just couldnât be. Jimin let out a painful cry, when Honsungs voice pierced through the fog in his mind as he was literally trying to shake the shock out of him, a harsh grip on both of his arms. âJimin! What happened! Are you okay? Did the wolf hurt you?â He turned his face to see if he was unharmed but Jimin was still a little too dazed to react properly, staring at him as if he couldnât believe that he was here. âJimin, talk to me. What happened?â He tried to hug the other but Jimin was lifeless and like a rag doll in his arms. He blinked up his eyes, trying to bring himself back but⌠his grandma was dead. She was dead. There was blood. So much blood. Jimin could feel himself getting pulled up and he whined helplessly. âGrandma, no, no, she needs meâŚ,â Jimin pushed Honsung away from him, crawling over to where the lifeless body was lying as he reached out. She couldnât be dead. She just couldnât.
This was a nightmare.
Blood smeared all over his hands as his eyes flickered over the wounds. A caught of scream came from him, but it didnât feel like his own when Honsung pulled him away again. âN..noâŚno,â Jimin barely was able to keep himself up on his feet, teary-eyes making his view blurry. His mind didnât caught up, everything was moving too fast.Â
âWe need to go Jimin.â If he could choose he preferred the lifeless version of Jimin right now because this version of him, the one that was screaming and trying to push him away to get back to his dead grandmother was hard to handle. âWe donât know how close the wolf is, we need to go before we find out. You donât want to end like your grandmother, do you? We can send someone to bury her later right now I need you to come with me. We need to get back to the village, behind the walls. We will be safe there. As I tried to tell you so many times already the woods arenât safe. And now you have proof of what I always told you. Not even the house could help your grandmother against the wolf. He killed her anyway.â
It was like a switch that turned on, when Honsung suddenly started talking about the wolf being the one attacking his grandma when his eyes finally locked with his. âNo,â It was only a whisper at first. âItâs notâŚthe wolf,â Jimin cried out as loud as he could as he pushed against Honsung who had pulled him out of the kitchen, âItâs not him! I know itâs not him. Look at the wounds! Itâs not an animalâŚitâsâŚitâs something else.â Jimin was shaking, mind racing with all the possibilities. Only one thing he knew was true: it wasnât the wolf. His heart told him so. His gut feeling. Everything in him told him that it wasnât the animal but something else. Something much crueler that didnât care about wrong or right and it was making Jimin shiver in fear. His eyes were searching through the room, as he tried to get away from Honsung, holding onto the doorframe like a child that didnât want to leave itâs room. Blood smeared all over the wallpaper, but Jimin didnât care as he elbowed Honsung hard to make him let go. âBelieve me, please. Iâm not crazy! I know itâs not the wolf, trust me! Itâs not making any senseâ
âYouâre talking nonsense, Jimin. Of course, it was the wolf. It couldnât be anything else.â Honsungâs voice had become sharper and cold as ice but Jimin was too caught up in his pain to notice or else he might have reacted differently. âStop holding onto the doorframe! Sheâs dead! You canât help her! She wonât come alive again just because youâre cowering next to her! Let go goddammit!â He tried to pry Jiminâs hands off the frame, but the younger was making it difficult - until he took Jiminâs wrist and pulled so hard hat the younger cried out in pain and finally let go.
The pain in his wrist was burning so achingly and Jimin had no choice but to stumble along. âNo, let go, please. I donât care then⌠go without me. I donâtâŚ,â Jimin gulped heavily, sobbing painfully as his knees gave in and he simply let himself fall, ââŚcare anymore!â
Honsung still had a hard grip on Jimin, holding onto him and the sweater that he wore. So, when Jimin slid to the floor his he effectively pulled himself from Honsungâs grip - except for his sweater, that ripped from being stretched between Honsung and Jiminâs body. At first the other did nothing, just stared at him how he was sitting on the floor, a miserable heap. His eyes wandered upwards to where the sweater had ripped and to the formerly flawless skin beneath it. This time however there was nothing flawless about it. There were marks and spots peppered along his collarbone, disappearing under the rest of the sweater that hung on Jimin. Honsungâs eyes hardened as he kneeled down in front of Jimin, ripping his sweater in half to see more of his skin. His hands were starting to shake from anger as he realized that they were exactly what he thought they were: Lovebites. Marks that had been kissed into Jiminâs skin. It hit him completely unprepared but there was no other explanation for it: Jimin had a secret lover.
Jimin sat frozen on the spot, eyes wide as he stared at him. His lips were trembling, but his eyes were dry as he saw Honsungâs gaze darken. The once blue eyes suddenly seemed like darkness had swallowed them whole, staring him down with so much hatred and disgust that Jimin didnât even want to look down. Jimin opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.Â
He didnât even ask Jimin or waited for him to explain he just hit him, square in the face, the way he should have done it before. He had waited for Jimin to open up to him, to see what he was doing , that he was someone Jimin should be proud to be with, strong and powerful and able to provide for them, for others, for the whole city if he needed to! He was ambitious, passionate, everything someone like Jimin should wish for! And yet Jimin disobeyed him. Over and over and over again. And he had let it slide because he thought sooner or later the other would come around and see what he was missing. Instead he had gone and found himself a lover, letting himself get marked like the filthy little whore he was. When Jimin looked up at him again his lip was split but it didnât give him any satisfaction. Jimin had made a fool of himself and of Honsung and now his stubborn, defiant, dirty fiancĂŠ would have to suffer the consequences. He didnât let Jimin get up, instead he pushed him down, pressing his shoulders onto the wooden floor.
The slap was still ringing in his ear, stars dancing in front of his eyes as he tried to get a grip of himself fast. Jiminâs conscious was screaming at him to get out of here fast, that something was awfully, awfully wrong when the pain hit him once again. âLet me go! No, youâre hurting me!â Jimin cried out as loud as he could, trying to use his last bit of strength with the adrenaline fueling him to get Honsung off him but the other was just ten times stronger than him. So, Jimin screamed as loud as he could, hoping that it would reach somewhere. That maybe Namjoon was near. Maybe the wolf, that was strolling around, hearing the pain in his voice. Tears were rushing down his cheeks as he struggled against the painful weight. Â
âScream as much as you want. No one will hear you. No one is stupid enough to go outside the walls. No one but you.â He pushed down harder until Jimin was breathless from it and he didnât have to yell against Jiminâs screams to make the other hear him. âIâm glad it hurts. Because you hurt me too, Jimin. You thought Iâd never find out, hm? What would you have said to me in our wedding night? Would you have lied, telling me youâre still a virgin? Who is it, Jimin? A woman? A man? Both? Is that how you pass your time when you sneak away from me?â He leaned down and kissed him, hard and brutal, not quite a kiss but rather a sign of dominance. âWhy, Jimin? I would have given you everything you needed. You could have lived so comfortably by my side. You could have had a real life! Status and wealth and power. And you gave all that up for sex? I could have given you that too. But you always told me I needed to wait, that you werenât ready before being married. Another lie, hm? How long did you share my bed, pretending I couldnât have you because you werenât ready while someone else had you on your back for them? Tell me!â
Jimin was coughing painfully as he gasped for air each time Honsung pushed onto him, forcing his lips onto him and taking away his breath in a painful way. Making Honsung even more angry probably wasnât the best choice, but Jimin didnât want to give in. Never wanted to give in to him. âY-yes, I did,â Jimin breathed out as he met Honsungâs gaze, âAnd he loves me, like I love him. You only give me pain and you donât know what love even is. Youâre pathetic! I donât need status, I donât need anything, not from you!â Jimin spit Honsung right in the face, using the seconds he was caught off guard to turn and to get back onto his feet as fast as he could.Â
Jiminâs freedom lasted only a few seconds before Honsung pulled him back down without caring how much he would hurt the other. âYou filthy little thing!â He chuckled but there was no joy in it just disdain. âI think you should stay here for a little while. And as you seem to like being on your back for someone Iâm sure you donât mind this.â He leaned over him, gripping his throat so that Jimin couldnât spit at him again. It didnât matter that one of Jiminâs hands was free like this because he was holding him down mercilessly and if Jimin wanted to keep breathing then he would have to lay still and obedient. âSuch a pity. It will break your lovers heart to hear what has happened in the woods. You visited your grandmother despite my warning and in complete ignorance of the dangerous times we live in. Sadly, for you I was right as I always am and the wolf came and killed your grandmother. Maybe she tried to defend you. Wouldnât that be a heartbreaking addition to the story? That she tried to protect you from the wolf only to get ripped to pieces in front of your eyes. And then you couldn't handle the guilt, or the wolf got you as well. That little detail is up to you.â
There was a throbbing in his head and something wet was dripping down his forehead as he realized he must have hit his head when Honsung had pulled him down again. He was dizzy, the air getting cut off from him as he tried to get Honsung to let go off him, when he suddenly stopped, and his words got through to him. It was like his heart had stopped beating.
There were no sounds anymore.
Just his breathing was audible, as he looked up into Honsungâs eyes and saw nothing but hatred.
It was as if Honsung knew and a dirty smirk appeared on his lips, one that made Jimin retch as he realized the truth. âY-you?â Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt like he was free falling. Nothing made sense anymore. Was he lying next to a beast the whole time?
âYes, my love. Me. Does it hurt to know that your grandma would still be alive if you had just listened to me? I didn't know what a filthy whore you were back then I thought you were really visiting your grandma. I should have known that you werenât that selfless. You were busy spreading your legs for someone while pretending to be the perfect grandson. Be thankful she didnât have to find out what you were doing. She would have been so disappointed. I spared her that. I thought I was just eliminating the reason for you to always run in the woods despite my orders. But now I see that it was your rightful punishment to see her dead. And it makes more sense like this when they find your body. You didnât think you could betray me like that and then just walk away, did you? Thatâs not how it works, love. Not for you.â
Jiminâs world was falling apart right in front of him. Memories of his mother crying, begging Honsungâs father to not kill the wolf were flashing before his eyes. The same darkness in his fatherâs that he now found in him. They made the people fear to make them kneel and beg for them to release them from the dangers that were the wolf, while the beast was in the village all along. âNo, noâŚâ Jimin screamed out, sobbing as he saw his mother being torn away from him. She had known. âYouâre a monster!â He croaked out, kicking at Honsung as hard as he could, but the more he moved the less he could breathe.Â
âDidnât you know that people always need a monster? If you donât give them one they make their own. But you have no idea how to lead, all you know is making trouble. Thatâll be over now. It could have been so nice for you, Jimin but you didnât want it easy. So, this is your fault.â He placed a mocking little kiss on Jiminâs forehead like he had done when he had said good night to Jimin before turning off the lights at home.
Then he tightened his grip to choke Jimin until the end.
Jiminâs eyes were wide and fearful as he stared up in shock, when Honsung went absolutely feral. There was no emotions. Just darkness that Jimin could find as he shook him as if Jimin wasnât dying fast enough. He was fighting for the last bits of air, trying to reach out and pull his arms away from him. He couldnât let the darkness win, so Jimin tried to stay calm, tried to do anything to win more time but he had to realize that he had lost this fight, when the shadows were pulling him under.Â
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Namjoon had waited a little longer - and then a little longer after that. When he had finally admitted to himself that Jimin wouldnât come he didnât know how to feel. Shouldnât he be relieved that he wouldnât have to figure out how to hide his nature from someone who lived with him? Should he feel like he should have known Jimin would let him down because thatâs what the village people did? It didnât feel right, nothing did. There was just an emptiness inside of him, a vast space that Jimin had filled and that he had no idea how to fill again now that the other was gone. He felt restless and torn and half did he play with the thought of going into the city himself to ask Jimin, look after him, make sure that he was okay, and that no sickness or accident had kept him from coming. But he had sworn his mother that he would never set a foot into that village and so he stayed true to his vow and kept away from the walls. He couldnât just go home though. He needed to get rid of this restless energy, needed to clear his head of all the thoughts and pictures that tried to overwhelm him, of him and Jimin and all the things that could have been. He needed a run. And maybe, while he was at it he could also visit Jiminâs grandma? Maybe he was there to tell her that he wouldnât live in the village any longer and they had started to argue and forgot the time - or maybe she had an idea where he was.Â
It felt like a relief to change forms, despite the pain and the sickening sound of bones cracking while he turned. Things were easier as a wolf. Emotions were different. And yet his heart still felt empty at the knowledge that Jimin might not come. He gave up all pretense and headed straight to grandmaâs home, hoping that he could lend some clothes there or else the chat would be a little awkward but with her eyesight it didnât really matter that much. He saw the open door the same moment the smell of blood hit him. He growled before he even realized what might have happened but the terror that gripped his heart told him that something was wrong. The blood that had been spilled smelled human. Like the old woman - and like Jimin. He jumped through the door without care or finesse, just recklessly storming in as a dangerous ball of fur and claws and teeth. It only took him a heartbeat to lay his eyes on the man who was sitting on Jiminâs lifeless body, his hands still wrapped around his throat as if Jiminâs didnât look dead enough for him. He threw his whole body against him, knocking him clean off before sinking his teeth into the manâs flesh. The other screamed but Namjoon didnât care, he just bit deeper and growled harder until the man was no longer a threat.Â
Jimin didnât scream as he got thrown over and air went through his lungs again, but something else hit him as he carelessly got pushed against something hard. He felt like a doll; lifeless and unable to move. But he didnât even care about the pain anymore. There was air and Jimin was gasping for it like a fish that was out of the water. Blood was dripping down his forehead and cut lip as he tried to blink his eyes and see the scene in front of him. It was a blurry image, but the growling sound was familiar and although it was the most horrifying sound he ever heard coming from the wolf, Jimin felt nothing but calm. A small smile pulled at his lips, while Jimin tried to whisper a âthank youâ as the darkness made his eyelids heavier and the imagery vanished but Jimin opened his eyes again when a growl made him startle, only to be drowning again. Maybe it was for the better that he couldnât see anymore, the sounds too vividly as he shook with it until he fell completely unconscious and the sound of skin ripping, and the smell of blood didnât faze him no more.Â
Never in his life did Namjoon change forms so quickly. He was dizzy from it, falling onto his knees but he knew if he wanted to help Jimin he needed hands and a human mouth. He was cold and trembling when he thought about reviving Jimin, wondering if he had been dead for too long - and then he saw that the other was still breathing. And he cried. He couldn't help it but seeing Jimin lying so lifelessly on the floor with the smell of blood all around him and his eyes firmly closed he had realized that he couldnât just go on if Jimin was gone. He couldnât.
âJimin? Minnie?â He took the lifeless body in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth while he hugged him close until Jimin felt warmer and his heartbeat wasnât so weak anymore. The smell of blood was still there, sickeningly sweet and overwhelming and so he gently placed the boy down to look for the source, to see if he could help. But it was too late for Grandma and so the only thing left to do for him was to gently close her eyes and say his goodbyes with a heavy heart.
Jimin was too weak to open his eyes, but he felt something lift him off the ground and for an awful moment he thought he was descending. Maybe to heaven? Or someone else that he didnât know, but subconsciously his hand reached for something to steady himself, too scared to fall but too weak to really hold on as he felt a familiar heartbeat under his palm. Breathing in sharply, Jimin was curling in, trying to get away from the pain that was still aching all over his body. There was so much pain, so much hurting and Jimin couldnât bare it. Namjoon didnât know that Jiminâs consciousness was swimming in and out of focus. He just picked him up, as careful as he could and walked back with him to his home, all the while cradling him against his chest like a fragile, priceless possession. He had no idea what had happened and if Jimin knew that his grandmother was dead. The thought of burying her in the wild little garden behind the house had tears filling his eyes anew and he almost stumbled from his sight being so blurry. There was no time for grief now, not until Jimin was safe in his bed and would open his eyes again.
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Jimin hissed in pain when something soothed over his skin. A barely there touch but it hurt, and he turned away from it, whining and regretting it the moment the pain was piercing his throat with every sound. Every ache, every bruise that made him stiffen up, only brought the nightmare back and Jimin was shaking from the fear of where he'd find himself. It was only then his fingers were gripping sheets under him and a different smell, but blood reached him. His heart was beating into overdrive as he carefully opened his eyes in fear.Â
Namjoon took the dampened cloth away from Jiminâs face when the younger started to stir and gave him space to come to. Jiminâs eyelids fluttered and he moved restlessly before he finally dared to open his eyes. âHi.â Namjoon greeted him with a smile, his voice giving away how relieved he was to finally see Jimin awake. The walk had been a long one and Jimin hadnât moved one bit, not even when Namjoon had gotten him into bed and started to clean the wound at his hairline that had colored strands of his hair red with blood. Only when he brought the cloth to Jiminâs lip to dab at the cut and wipe away the blood had the younger started to stir. There was freshly brewed herbal tea waiting for him that Namjoon wanted him to sip as soon as possible so that his throat wouldnât be so sore. But first of all, it would be necessary to calm Jimin. He would ask what had happened later even though it burned on his tongue. Instead he tried to keep their conversation light and soothing. âHow are you feeling? Are you warm enough? Do you want another blanket?âÂ
Jiminâs heart recognized him way before his mind did, beating fast and uncontrollably, yearning for his loverâs closeness. He had no idea how he made it here or what had happened after he blacked out but Jimin didnât want to remember. With a croaky whine, Jimin reached for Namjoon and pulled at his shirt to make him come closer. He needed him by his side. But he couldnât say more; his throat constricting with every time he tried to say something. When Namjoon sat in bed with him, Jimin let himself get pulled closer against his chest, searching for the warmth and heat that his body always provided. His teeth were clattering, limbs shaking as he tried to shake off the cold and the shock. âSh-sheâs gone,â He sobbed, hiding his face in his chest, desperately searching for something to hold on to or else he might fall apart. âI wanted to ...tell her about you...u-us, b-but Honsung...he,â Jimin coughed, trying to get rid of the aching in his throat. Namjoon had reached for the tea on instant, tilting Jiminâs chin up to make the younger drink from it who was too shaken. He gulped down the warm drink, feeling itâs soothing effects right away when he spoke again. âIt was h-him, the beast...he did...he m-murdered,â His arm reached around Namjoon on instinct as if the other could leave him right now.Â
It definitely answered the question if Jimin knew about his grandmother's death to see him like this. Namjoon tried his best to calm Jimin down, to soothe him enough that he wasnât shaking so hard or gasping so helplessly for breath. He wouldnât have mind letting the other cry at his shoulder if he felt it might help but Jimin shook so much and sobbed so desperately that he was worried for him. So, he gave him the tea, sip by sip trying to ground him and calm him (there was lavender in the tea, hop and chamomile). He couldn't really make out what Jimin was saying, he talked about Honsung and the beast, but he wasnât sure what was really about what had happened and what Jimin had seen and what were his fears and the shock. He was in no state to be questioned so Namjoon just continued to hold him, caressing his back, brushing his fingers through his hair while whispering promises into his skin. âYouâre safe now. No one can hurt you. Honsung will never lay a finger on you again. Youâre okay. You made it through. You will heal, Jimin, I promise.â He could understand the otherâs pain so well which made it a little harder to tell him he would be okay again because he knew that right now Jimin must feel like someone had torn out his heart and that this pain would never end. Grief only healed over time and sadly he couldnât make the time pass faster so all he could do was be there for him while Jimin worked out his pain.
The younger had fallen asleep and against Namjoonâs side in exhaustion, hands buried deep in his shirt so he couldnât move away. He needed Namjoonâs presence to ground him, even in his sleep. It felt like hours until he could open his eyes again, his body wrapped in a blanket that Namjoon had draped over them. Namjoonâs fingers were soothing through his hair and down his cheek, when he blinked up at him.
âWhat happened? How did you find me?â Jiminâs voice sounded tired, but a lot better than before. He had a terrible headache and Jimin felt for the cause of it, hissing when he came in contact with a bruise.Â
"Careful, baby." He gently took Jimin's hand away from the wound. He didn't have any bandages left so he had only been able to clean the wound and touching it could contaminate it again. As horrible as it was he would need to take Grandma's first aid kit when they buried her because although he didn't like the thought of stealing from the dead he didn't know where else to get Jimin the things he needed right now. He was glad that the younger had managed to get some sleep and that he seemed calmer now even though his eyes were still red rimmed, and his voice sounded rough and off from having been choked and all the tears that were still stuck in his throat.
"I...I just thought you might be there. You didn't come to meet me as you said so I thought you might have visited your grandma to⌠to say goodbye." His voice was heavy with empathy as he had finished.
âI wanted to tell her...about...about you,â Jiminâs eyes filled with tears, âThat I would run from the village but then...Honsung. He was there out of a sudden and I didnât understand it.â His eyes were searching the room, while he tried to collect his thoughts, âHe saw the love bites and he went crazy. Iâve never seen him that mad before and thenâŚâ Jimin gulped, âHe is the beast, Namjoon. He killed them all and blamed the wolf. It was never the wolf.â He choked on a dry sob, when his eyes suddenly widened and Jimin pushed himself up, throwing the blanket over. âOh god, heâs dead. The wolf...he came. Did you see him?â Jimin shaking when he spoke, trying to get up from the bed, âI need to find him. They will try and kill him and itâs all my fault. He protected me. Help me please, Namjoon. Help me find him!â
Those were news to him, ones that he had a hard time wrapping his head around. Of course, he had figured out that it hadnât been him who killed those people as he was extra careful around a full moon and people were hurt no matter what phase the moon was in. but that it had been the villagers themselves, one of their own who played monster? And Jiminâs fiancĂŠ of all people? The only good thing that came of all this mess was that there no one would be hurt because of the âwolfâ ever again. Because the real beast had died.Â
âCalm down, Minnie, please, sit back down, heâs fine, the wolf is fine, please donât just run out there, I saw him, heâs... heâs perfectly okay!â
He had no idea how Jimin still managed to find so much energy inside of him when all he himself could feel was grief and worry and exhaustion. But apparently the wolfâs wellbeing weighted so heavy on the youngerâs mind that he couldnât let go of it that easily.
Jimin swayed a little when he got onto his feet, panting as he tried to hold onto the next best thing. âI need to tell him to hide, they will find them andâŚ,â Jimin could barely bare the aching in his heart when he thought of his grandmother again and he wiped over his cheek, regretting it right away as he forgot about the bruise. âPlease, Namjoon. They will see the biting marks and will think itâs the wolf for real now. He canât know what they will do, but I know. They are monsters! They will kill him, thinking he had murdered twice.â He reached for Namjoon, pulling at his shirt, âI need to see him, please. Show me where he is!â It was the only right thing to do right now, his heart beating into overdrive, but his gut feeling told him to see the wolf. âWe need to protect him!â
Jimin was trembling, his eyes wide and fearful and Namjoon started to worry that he might faint again if he couldnât get the other to calm down again. His body had gone through enough today he didnât need to tire himself out with his panic now especially because the wolf was fine, he was fine, but he couldnât tell him, he had to watch Jimin try to get out of his grip and get to the door, ready to defend a creature he didnât even know, jeopardizing his own health on the way.
âJimin, please itâs fine, heâs okay, you donât have to...â But the younger didnât listen to him, didnât let himself be lead back to the bed so it just slipped out âJimin, heâs fine, the wolf is...heâs here!â
âHere?â Jimin looked at Namjoon in utter confusion before he turned around to rush out of the door. Could Namjoon hear him? Sense him being near? Did he know something that he didnât know? Had he brought him to safety already? There was a million and one questions on his mind and Jimin could feel it hammering against his head, making it so much harder to think and only worsening his headache.
âWhere? Where is he?â Jimin looked around, sounding more desperate the more he couldnât see him. âPlease, Namjoon.â He walked up to his lover, reaching out to cup his cheek as he soothed over his skin, âHe protected me and itâs the least I owe him now. I love you, Namjoon, please trust me.â
How could Namjoon look at Jiminâs face, see the hope and desperation in it and then lie to him? He simply couldnât. But he also couldnât tell him, who know how he would react. Jimin had no home, no family, no fiancĂŠ, it had all come crashing down on him in one day. And if he got scared of Namjoon, of the only thing left to keep him sane what would he do? Namjoon was scared for him, so scared that he couldnât speak, the words just didnât come and so he stood there, helpless and lost, unable to tell Jimin his secret in fear of hurting him.
Jimin noticed the pain in Namjoonâs eyes right away, cupping his cheeks as his expression changed and his heart sunk. âWhatâs wrong? Is he hurt? Donât tell me, âŚ.please.â Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he thought of the wolf being hurt or worse - and more pain flooded him. He flung his arms around Namjoon and desperately sobbed, âTell me he is okay, you said he is fine. You said he is alright.â He clung onto Namjoon as if heâd be the next person to be taken away from him. âHe canât be gone. He is my wolf!â Jiminâs voice cracked as he shook with the cries.Â
Seeing Jimin cry for him was the last thing he had wanted and so his resolve crumbled with every sob and every tear until there was nothing left. He had no idea what to say to make it okay - there was nothing left but the truth. So, he said, it, quietly at first because he had never said it to anyone before and because he was scared and Jimin almost missed it.
âI.. Iâm the wolf. Iâm okay.â When Jimin didnât react he took the youngerâs face in his hands and gently wiped his tears away before he repeated himself, a little louder this time. âIâm the wolf, Jimin. Iâm here. Thereâs no need to cry for me.â His hands trembled as he tried to hold on to Jimin, afraid that the younger would push him away now.
Jimin just stared at him blankly, searching his eyes to see if Namjoon was fooling him or making fun of him. He could feel the tremble coming from him and Jimin furrowed his brows, not understanding a thing anymore. âY-youâreâŚNamjoon,â He sniffled. âH-how - that makes no sense. Thatâs notâŚyouâre not an animal.â Jimin cocked his head aside, heart drumming hard against its cage as he tried to comprehend why Namjoon was telling him nonsense. Was it just to calm him down?
âIâve seen the wolf, youâŚyou told me to be aware of him as we hid from the hunters. You cared for the wounds from the scratch, youâŚâ Jimin looked at Namjoon, really looked at him and saw nothing but honesty. There was no smirk, no fake smile, just him pleading with his deep brown eyes. The same oneâs the wolf had. Jimin gasped and pushed a palm over his hand as his eyes widened. âH-howâŚâ
âMy mother. She was a wolf too. So as her son I⌠inherited the curse. I... Iâm not always wolf, obviously but I can turn, willingly and sometimes... during full moons I turn whether I like it or not.â He could see the words slowly sinking in as Jimin tried to work it out and then put the puzzle pieces together so he hurriedly said, âIâm so, so very sorry that I scared you during that one night! It was a full moon so I didnât know what I was doing, I never meant to scare or to hurt you, really, I would never harm you, I didnât mean to itâs just that I canât really control myself but itâs only during full moons and apart from that Iâm... Iâm fine, you donât have to fear me at all, I swear!â He was out of breath from talking so fast and desperately, so he sounded as lost and vulnerable as he felt when he added, âPlease, donât be scared of me.âÂ
The tears were silently falling when Namjoon reminded him of the night that the wolf died and the pain in his motherâs eyes. Had she always known? About the curse of the woman and her child? Jimin almost startled out of his thoughts when Namjoon begged him so desperately, laying all of his vulnerabilities out in front of him and the younger looked up.
âI was never scared of youâŚor the wolf.â He spoke honestly, not moving an inch away from the one he loved. âBut Namjoon, how⌠I donât understand. Youâre human now andâŚâ Jimin shook his head as he tried to wrap his mind around it, feeling like he couldnât believe anything anymore after what had happened last night. âIâm sorry, but how do I know it was you?âÂ
Jimin sounded calmer now and Namjoon latched onto it immediately, trying to explain to make Jimin see him for him and not the creature he (sometimes) was. âIt hurts but my body changes, the bones, the structure, everything. I⌠I could show you. Not directly please because... I figure itâs enough to take in for you already, but I could just go to the back of the house and change and come back to you as a wolf and you would see my clothes lying there and...â He swallowed hard. âYou might want to cover your ears while I change because⌠you can hear it. The bones cracking and... I canât keep silent during it because it hurts so much.â
âY-your bones?â Jimin gulped heavily, his eyes flickering over his arms, soothing over his skin that showed so many scars and if this was true it might be from fights and turning. But this couldnât be. It was absolutely mad.
Jimin stepped away from Namjoon nonetheless, not sure what he was getting himself into or if he needed to run any moment. Was he that bad at finding true love? Jimin licked over his lips as he nodded and although knowing that it would bring Namjoon pain and the guilt was flooding him, he knew he wouldnât believe until he saw or knew for sure with whom he was dealing with.Â
Namjoon tried to keep breathing normally even though his instinct would be to run and hide and never look back. He was absolutely vulnerable when he turned. And even if Jimin didnât think of killing him because he was a monster he might still freak when he actually saw him. And even if everything worked out perfect and he wasnât afraid, and he wouldnât tell everyone, and he wouldnât run than who was to say that he could still love him? Someone who turned into something entirely else, something dangerous, a predator that hunted regularly if he wanted or not. âYou... you want me to turn? Are you sure?â He saw it in Jiminâs face that the other needed proof and yet he had to ask, just to see if maybe there was an out.
Jimin nodded slowly, âIâm sorry.â
âDonât worry, I understand.â Namjoon nodded his head in resignation and then started to walk away while slipping out of his shirt. He hesitated for a second, turning back to Jimin to ask him, âNo matter what, donât follow me okay? Itâs ugly. The wolf - I mean I will come to you when Iâm finished.â Then he went all the way to the back of the house where he discarded his clothes and cowered down onto the floor to make it easier. He tried to relax, to keep breathing and to not make a sound but he didnât have a chance. He was still scared, his muscles were tense, and the wolf picked up on his fear, pushing through too quickly and roughly. When the first tendon snapped he cried out in pain, fingers digging into the ground to try and keep himself from crying out again, but he couldnât help but whimper when his spine shifted, bones cracking as they rearranged themselves into his second form.
Jimin couldnât tear his gaze away from where Namjoon had disappeared, staring at the wall, but each cracking sound, each painful sound coming from him made him jerk and yelp in phantom pain. He couldnât understand what was happening and he was about to call out for Namjoon to come back when it was silent. Jimin was shaking, when he saw it only seconds later. Where Namjoon had disappeared, was now a wolf staring right back at him and Jimin couldnât believe it. The wolf stood right in front of him, so close that he could reach for him and suddenly it felt like everything was clicking into place.
His mother running out into the woods, dying to protect them and crying for Namjoonâs mother the fateful night â just like he had done. The many full moon nights, she had stayed away and Jimin had been scared she would never come back. She always smiled at him then, saying in the sweetest tone that the wolf would never hurt those who they truly love. And Jimin never understood it. His grandmother asking him not to leave until he knew. Now he did. The wolf belonged to his side, just like Namjoonâs mother had belonged to hers. Only their fate hadnât been on their side and maybe this was just the universe making this right and fixing its horrible mistakes. Jimin didnât care, instead he stumbled a little when he took a few steps towards the wolf and slowly got onto his knees.
âNamjoon?â Jimin searched the wolf's eyes for the familiar glint in them and with a shaking hand he reached out, dangerously close to the wolfâs fangs.Â
Namjoon shook out his fur to fluff it up and make it look the best as he could. He hadnât dared to come too close in case Jimin would feel threatened but the younger only needed a little moment before he knelt down in front of him. His name sounded like a question and so Namjoon tried his best to nod, even though it came out awkward and stiff because it wasnât how he would normally communicate when he was in his wolf form. He just didnât. He was a little scared to meet Jiminâs eyes so he bowed his head, keeping his snout out of the youngers face to appear as docile as he could.
âItâs you,â Jimin couldnât hold the tears back when his heart recognized his lover and his hand buried into the fur, feeling the familiar heat beneath his palm. He wasnât scared of Namjoon, had never feared the wolf like the others did. âIt was always you,â Jimin buried his other hand into the fur as he made the wolf look up at him, âYouâre my wolf.â There were tears rolling down his cheeks and his heart was aching in the most beautiful way.Â
Namjoon sat down, allowing himself to relax into Jiminâs embrace as the other buried his face into his fur, hands gripping into it to hold him close. He closed his eyes, trusting Jimin with his life in this moment. He pushed his snout against Jiminâs face, licking his ear because it was the only thing he could reach but he needed to show his affection or else he felt like he would burst from it.
There was still so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he didnât understand but he knew with Namjoon by his side he would find the answers. This right here was where he belonged. His heart had known it all along. âI love you, too,â Jimin giggled, when Namjoon licked across his face with so much eagerness. He held onto the wolf tightly, letting its presence calm his mind and heart and yet, he couldnât the deny the storm inside of him. Soothing over Namjoonâs fur, Jimin stopped to look at him with earnest. âYou understand meâŚr-right?â
As an answer Namjoon licked him again, placing a paw onto his knee to get even closer to him and snuggle his whole furry body against Jiminâs form.
Jimin couldnât help but smile, even though what he would ask him next hurt him and couldnât stop the tears. âThey will look for you, they will try and hurt you. I canât let this happen. I wonât lose you!â Jimin kissed the top of the wolfs head, âYou donât deserve the hurt this forest gave you, noâŚyou deserve to be in peace.â He choked on his words as he wrapped his arm around the wolf whose small whine made Jimin hold onto him tighter. âI donât want you to get hurt no more and the villageâŚit wonât be safe here anymore.â Jimin kissed the tip of Namjoon��s wet nose as he looked at him with tear-filled eyes. âI wonât let anyone hurt you ever again. Youâre my wolf and I need you to run away from here.â He breathed out the words that made him ache so badly, whispering the words into his fur.Â
Jimin was right and Namjoon knew this. They couldnât exactly tell the villagers that one of them had murdered their people, they simply wouldnât believe it and the only proof they had was Jimin who was seen as the âcrazy witch kidâ already. They might burn him for it like they had burned his mother. So, leaving was the best option, Namjoon knew this. He howled at the thought of leaving the woods behind where he had grown up and where his mother had taught him to be a wolf, because it was the only thing he had left from here. However, if he wanted to have a future he needed to let go of the past. And he wanted this, a future, together with Jimin. The would find a space for them, maybe find another village that was more open minded and where Jimin could thrive.
âRun away with me, Namjoon. I wonât leave your side ever again. Itâs where I need to be, with youâŚon full moon nights just as every other night.â Jimin smiled at him, wiping away the tears with a soft chuckle. âDo you think you can carry me?â There wasnât much to take from his home anyways. It was replaceable. Jimin got up and walked around the big wolf, waiting for Namjoonâs response before climbing onto his back. He could feel the muscles shift underneath, the warm fur warming him perfectly as he leaned in and over him. âLetâs say goodbye to her, please.â Jimin placed a kiss on top of Namjoonâs head, holding onto him tightly, âAnd please never look back again.âÂ
Namjoon let out an affirmative jip at that. Hope bloomed in his chest as the happiness filled him up. Jimin wouldnât leave him. He said he would be with him, even during the full moon... he didnât have to be alone any longer.Â
None of them did.Â
They had each other now. He tensed his muscles and then started running, with Jimin on his back, to where his paws would take them.
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"paletteâ gif tutorial
hi everyone!!! so iâve gotten countless requests to make a tutorial for my lara jean gifset, more specifically this gif:
so today iâll be showing you how i make this gif right here:
as mentioned in the original post, this whole gifset was inspired by one of my favorite mvs of all time: palette (hence the creative name lmao). i essentially used screenshots of the mv to make my own similar template to work off!
disclaimer: i suck at explaining things, so youâre all gonna have to bear with me and my 100000 screenshots and poor attempts at explaining wtf iâm doing. hopefully you can manage to understand what iâm on about!!
if youâve never made a gif, check out this detailed tutorial i made some time ago:
how to make gifs + color gifs (this tutorial includes links to download ps)
tutorial under the cut (iâm sorry for how long this is rip)
first, screenshot the mv. (timestamp 0:38)
here is my screenshot:
now, weâre gonna open ps and go to file > open to open the screenshot on there. this is my screen rn:
notice how my timeline is there (little box on the right side of the screenshot). weâre going to need the timeline for the gif later. if u donât see the timeline, go to window > timeline and it should show up!!
time to crop the screenshot. using the crop tool, (left sidebar, 5th icon from the top) remove the black parts of the image (top and bottom) until all youâre left w is the white area. final product:
now itâs time to change the size of the canvas weâre working it so it can be the dimensions we want it to be! go to image > canvas size
a window like this should pop up:
we want our gif to b 540px by 400px, so just fill that out and press ok:
this is what your screen should look like after (aka super zoomed in):
weâre gonna fix that rn!!! making sure the layer (right sidebar) is selected (you can tell itâs selected when itâs in blue), press command + t, which will leave you with this:
okay, so iâve covered this before in my previous basic gif making tutorial and not much has changed since then aka iâm still shit at attempting to explain wtf iâm doing. BUT basically this part involves using the top bar (pictured below) and changing the % of the W and the H to make the image the amount of zoomed in i want it to b (if that makes sense)
again, i usually just play around w the %s, depending on how zoomed in i want my image or gif to be, its dimensions, etc. the higher the %, the more zoomed in it is. basically, putting in 50% would make it way more zoomed in than 20% and so on. for this, iâve tried out several % and decided to use 39%, but of course you can pick the % you prefer. so write in your chosen % in these two boxes in the top bar like this:
click the checkmark at the right of the top box and voilĂ ! this is what you should have rn:
see how all the 9 squares fit perfectly inside? wow, powerful. anyway, letâs keep going djfhdkfd. now weâre going to make our own squares aka the squares in which the gif is going to be. start by creating a new layer (at the bottom of the right sidebar, the second to last icon before the trash icon). give it a name so itâs easier to keep track of: i picked s1, since this is going to be the layer where the first square is going to be (and so on). also make sure the new layer is above your image like this:
time to actually make the first square!! select the rectangular marquee tool (left sidebar, 2nd icon from the top) and select one of the squares in the image (113px by 113px) like this:
select the paint bucket tool (left sidebar, under the eraser tool) and make sure the color is set to black (#000000) before you click on the square you just selected. very important:Â donât forget to have the s1 layer selected (should be in blue) when you do this or else it will fuck up.
this is what your screen should look like after:
as you can see, we have one square done, but there are 8 more left. right click on your s1 layer in the right sidebar and click on duplicate layer. name that layer s2. making sure the s2 layer is selected, drag it to the place of the second square:
keep doing the same thing until all the squares are covered with black ones like this:
now iâm going to hide the black square layers by clicking on the little eye icon (left of layer) for each of them bc i want to include the little dark pink doodles on my gif as well, but you donât have to, so if you donât wanna include it in your gif, you can skip over this part!!
there are technically 3 ways you could do that (well maybe more lol but these 3 are the ones who came to mind:
method #1: use the brush tool to draw your own doodle (or trace over the existing one with a new brush)
method #2: use the magic wand tool to select the doodle and use the brush tool over your selection
or method #3: look up doodles on google and drag them onto your image
i donât have an ounce of patience rn, so i will b using method #2. select the magic wand tool (left sidebar, 4th icon) and make sure you select the first doodle the best you can. donât forget to make sure your screenshot (image with the doodle on it) is selected while you select the doodle or it wonât select anything!!! like this:
create a new layer (bottom of the right sidebar, the second to last icon before the trash icon) and again, make sure itâs above all the other layers. with your new layer selected (in blue), select the paint bucket tool (left sidebar, under the eraser tool) and pick a color (i used #e1b5c4). click on your selected doodle. this is what you should have:
repeat for the other doodle with another layer.
final product:
it looks a bit Rough, but hopefully you get the idea?
now weâre going to merge all the little squares into one layer of little squares. if you have doodles, remove the eye icon (left of layers) for both of them to hide them and make sure all of your eyes are there for the square layers. select the s1 layer and then the other layers up to s9 while keeping one finger on the shift button until all the square layers are selected (in blue) like this:
right click on the s1 layer > merge layers. all you should be left with is:
now that this is done, we need to fix the background.
create a new layer that you will drag above the screenshot (layer 0) but under the s9 layer. i named mine bg (background). i want to keep the barcode in the original screenshot, so i wonât select that part. using the rectangular marquee tool (left sidebar, 2nd icon from the top) and with the bg layer selected, draw a square at the right of the bar code so you have this:
with the paint bucket tool (left sidebar, under the eraser tool) and the color set to white (#ffffff), click on the selection.
and thatâs your template!!!
with doodles:
now onto making sure the gif is going to actually move properly.
click on the little arrows at the right side of the timeline to expand it until you have this:
and then click on create frame animation. your screen should look like this:
notice how it says once at the bottom of the timeline? make sure to change that to forever, or it will not play:
click on the convert to video timeline icon (the one on the left of the forever). this is what you should be left with:
now, time to make the gif that is going to go there*
*if you have no idea how to make gif and are lost af, i suggest you check out my previous tutorial where i explained this part with more screenshots and more specifically bc i will be more vague here regarding this
also iâve said this again and again, but remember to ALWAYS USE 720P OR 1080P FOOTAGE WHENEVER POSSIBLE FOR YOUR GIFS or else they will be grainy and extremely unpleasant to work with.
iâll be using a video from youtube for this. i suggest converto as a converter, it works really well and allows you to download youtube videos in 720p and 1080p!! once you have your footage ready, go to file > import > video frames to layers. use the markers to select the part you wish to gif, and, once youâre happy with your selection, click ok.
to select all the frames, click on the icon on the right of the timeline (4 lines with an arrow) and click on select all frames. then, go to select > all layers in the top bar. everything should be selected (in blue) like this:
now, fixing the speed of the gif.Â
super helpful post explaining gif speed right here
iâll personally be using 0.06 here.
click on one of the frames in the timeline > other. write in the speed you chose and then press ok. go to convert to video timeline icon (the one on the left of the forever).
you should have something like this:
go to filter > convert for smart filters:
the time has come to drag your gif to the canvas:
make sure the gif is above the s9 layer (layer with the black squares) like this:
to make our gif fit inside the squares, weâre going to make sure the gif layer is selected. then, press the option (alt) button and click between the gif layer and the s9 layer to create a clipping mask (like this). this is what it does:
this is where i usually play around trying to find a size for my gif that looks nice. press command + t and, like we did earlier, find a % youâre happy with. iâm going to go with 20%. after moving my gif around and making it less zoomed in, it now looks like this:
this is usually where i would sharpen my gif, so, with your gif layer still selected, go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen, and then ok.
these are my settings:
we have to fix the length of the gif, since thereâs a lovely limit on this amazing site. i suggest you pick something to gif with not much movement, or youâll have to make it even shorter. thereâs no magic formula, just try not to make it too long, especially since the gif is large in size, so the smaller the better in this situation. this is what i have:
notice how the layers in the timeline are all of different lengths, so make sure you make them all the same like this:
once you have a psd ready, go to file > open and when it loads, drag it onto the canvas, above the gif. i added one of my psd on mine.
for the text on the top right, i canât remember the exact font i used, so i picked another font different from the original.
these are my settings:
what it looks like with the psd + doodles + text:
and we are DONE!!! all thatâs left is to save our gif!! go to file > save for web
these are my settings:
SUPER SUPER IMPORTANT: make sure your gif is set to forever in the looping options at the bottom right of the window or else your gif will absolutely not play properly!!
also, CHECK YOUR GIF SIZE (bottom left). with this website changing its gif limit every 2 seconds, better safe than sorry!!
hereâs the final product:
thanks for sticking around and reading all of this!!! i hope it was somewhat helpful even though i suck at explaining how i do stuff! :)
#stupid tumblr crashed so i had to start over but here it is finally!!! sorry for how long it took!!#gif tutorial
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