#i was going to make this a whole thing with a bunch of other references to them skiving
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chirpsythismorning · 1 year ago
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Watching Wayward Pines for potential ST5 inspo bc the Duffers wrote a couple episodes in s1, and when I got to their second (last) episode and their name crossed the screen, I noticed a visual parallel that might already exist on the show…
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Recognize it??
It instantly reminded me of that last shot for the opening of s3, with the landscape peaking out behind the Russian base. But when I went back and actually compared the two, holy shit it’s near identical, and not just the landscape.
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I didn’t even remember the helicopter being there on the left, not to mention the pillar-esaue contraption at the center. Like… they’re the same picture.!
With them being credited right at that moment, it’s obvious this was an intentional nod to their previous work.
I just thought it was cool so I wanted to share, but in terms of my watch overall, there is a LOT going on that they could pull from. I’m only halfway through s1, though I’ve heard the show goes downhill in s2 so we’ll see how that goes 😂
#byler#stranger things#wayward pines#st inspo#st5 predictions#spoilers I guess?#matt dillon is a secret service agent and when fellow agents go missing#he goes to find them and ends up in an accident himself#and wakes up in wayward pines#and no matter what he does he can’t reach anyone on the outside nor leave#people around him seem to be playing along with this sort of Truman show lifestyle of pretending everything is fine#then he runs into one of the agents who went missing also his ex-mistres#carla gugino my beloved#and she’s also playing along#bc they kind of have to otherwise they will be killed#little does Matt Dillon know his wife and kid on the outside are worried because he went missing#they go looking for him and end up in wayward pines too#wayward pines is actually really chill in retrospect bc you get a free house when you arrive#but the whole being trapped and not explained what’s going on and treated like your crazy part makes it hard to see the positives#and just when you think this whole town is an experiment#it is!!#but also not because they have any other choice really#turns out humans devolved into this creature referred to as abbies and they basically take over the world killing everything in sight#a scientist predicted this and managed to launch an experiment where he basically kidnapped a bunch of people and froze them from aging#to live safely in the future over 2000 years later in this confined town#where very few know the truth#the town being an experiment aspect intrigues me in terms of all the surveillance in Hawkins…#also random but the main kid on the show has an uncanny resemblance to the duffers despite no relation and it’s freaky 😂
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soyoursoulisgreen · 8 months ago
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11, 20, and 29 for the oc asks :> for any of your guys!
Oohh but who to pick! Who's been on my mind lately, who I haven't already talked up too much hmmm... Maybe Minki! :D
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11. What was your inspiration for your OC?
Minki was the fallout of one of my Vargas AU brainstorm session actually (how??) where I was trying to come up with a pun for a potion shop owner - she came name first, then the logo of her business, then her full design! I ended up being so happy with her that I fully fleshed her out into her own character and she's taken up residence with a few other OCs that I haven't explored quite as much, but I have thought about a good clip
20. If they fight, what’s their weapon of choice?
Minki is a potions witch! She's not much for fighting herself - she makes a business of selling her potions so other people have the upper hand in their fights - but she keeps some in reserve if she needs to defend herself! A basic set of strength, stoneskin/defense buff - a fire-res in conjunction with a bottled fireball is quite effective on any hopeful intruders hehe
29. Imagine a mood board for your OC! What’s on it? (Make it if you want!)
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Just a mini one this time hehe <3 She's a fairly straightforward gal!
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steviescrystals · 1 year ago
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my tags on the post i just reblogged got me thinking so here’s my current stream of consciousness
#i refer to ages 12-16 as my ‘church girl era’ bc that’s when i got really deep into christianity#like i went to church twice a week (regular sessions on sundays small groups on tuesdays) and to church events trips camps etc all the time#i even got baptized when i was 13 bc my siblings and i weren’t baptized as babies#like church was such a huge part of my life but i think it only became that bc of the specific church i went to#it was a nondenominational church and the environment was very chill for lack of a better word#and the social aspect of it was really what got me into the actual religion#i HATED going there when we first moved here bc i didn’t know anyone and i was so painfully shy#then in middle school i made a bunch of friends who went to the same church and suddenly it was so fun#that’s when i started going on tuesdays bc we would play games and have contests and stuff like that before the actual small groups#so it felt more like a club my friends and i were in than a church#but once i had those friends and i was comfortable being there i genuinely started to get more invested in christianity#bc i was actually paying attention to the sermons instead of just thinking about how anxious i was the whole time#so by the time i started high school i was very actively christian for the first time in my life#but somehow i drifted away from it just as easily as i fell into it#i started playing lacrosse when i was 15 and we had practice most weeknights so i couldn’t go to small groups anymore#and then our church merged with a bigger church in the area so we became a new branch of that church instead of a little community church#and the merger changed so much about the way the church operated that a ton of people just stopped going entirely including me#and it only took a few months for me to realize that i just didn’t really believe any of it or feel connected to it anymore#and idk even years later i still have love for a lot of those people and that part of my life#but it’s interesting how as soon as i lost that social community the church gave me i was completely disconnected from the religion itself#and at this point in my life i can’t see myself ever identifying as a christian again partly bc i just can’t get myself to believe in god#and partly bc of all the awful christians out there although i firmly believe there are still so many christians who are good people#for example my church was always accepting of the lgbtq+ community which obviously was and is super important to me#but yeah i just can’t see myself ever being religious again but at the same time i still find myself missing it sometimes even now#the community was clearly a huge part of it for me but it was also such a nice feeling to be so into the faith or wtv you want to call it#like i’ve always known my own values/morals ofc and i also love other forms of spirituality but actual religion is such a unique thing to me#like i don’t want to be christian again but i do miss the feeling of being christian/religious in general if that makes sense#and at least for me there really isn’t any substitute that can give me that same specific feeling which is honestly really sad to me#anyway. idk where i was going with this but if any former christians (or other ex religious people) want to weigh in i’d love your thoughts#lj.txt
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biteyoubiteme · 7 months ago
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needy jealousy
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yeonjun x fem!reader x kai
synopsis: your boyfriends decide to join nonutnovember.
warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly, established realtionship, no mxm, no protection, mentions of cum eating, creampie(s),she/her used prob forgot some sorry
wc: 3.4k
an: not proofread pls have mercy im so sleepy, I told myself I would keep these under 2k and im a liar bc as soon as this came in I knew I wouldn't be able to make it short ;-; hopefully it’s good lol thank you so much for the request @apeachty ily and you know exactly what I want to write next without even trying lol our minds are linked. also peep the reference to busy signal! anyways I have a whole bunch of other yeonkai x reader fics so check them out if you want!
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“no,”
“what do you mean by no?” yeonjun asks, “You can’t or won’t?” He's leaning back against the headboard, scrolling on his phone when he gets the message in his group chat. 
“I won’t,” you shrug, snuggling closer to Kai. He's half asleep, nose pressed to the back of your neck, arms loosely wrapped around you. 
“It's only one month, you’re saying you can’t go one month without sex?” 
“Not that I can’t, just that I won’t. It’s so stupid if I want to cum I will, with or without you,” you pat the back of huenings hand resting against your stomach. “I do have two boys to take care of me,” 
kai chuckles, sleep ridden in the rumble on your back, “I’m going to try it,” 
“I cannot believe both of you are falling into peer pressure, just cause the other boys are doing it doesn’t mean you have to,” 
“I was told if I hold out longer than beomgyu I get a free coffee for every day I last,” yeonjun flips his phone for you to see his chat, and sure enough everyone is bragging about how they could make it till the end of November without getting off. 
“Fine, do what you want. I’m not going to sit and beg you,” holding up two fingers you wave them in his face, “I can do it myself,” 
“You don't even know how to use these,” he grabs at your wrist, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. 
“I'll spend the month learning, or I'll just use the vibrator and the two of you will just have to sit and watch,” 
It seemed like such a light threat at the time. Not one that you would hold to but it wasn't as if you needed to hold it in the first place. Only two days in and it felt like both of them would fail. Neither of them brought this up to you, but it wasn't like they needed to, the signs were everywhere. 
Yeonjun had taken to spending time in the office when studying, all of his school work done with no time left for cuddling on the couch with you. More time spent working out with taehyun and less flirty texts in between sessions like he usually sent. Huening on the other hand was slowly closing off. His tight responses ended in silence, hardly answering in your group chat. Even in bed at night both of their backs turned to you as you lay there looking up at the ceiling. 
It wasn't as if you all were sex addicts, what the challenge really was, was knowing that you couldn't do something vs. just not being in the mood. It was the forbidden fruit effect spread out before them. Everything you did now was hot even if it was the most mundane thing imaginable. The season was changing and now even just watching you take off your coat after coming in from outside was enough to get them hard. Just the idea of taking your clothes off, even just one layer, was enough to send them on their way to their respective avoidance programs. 
You could be laying on the couch, half asleep, and answering a question with a hum and they were done for. Even worse at night when you would change, or come fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, leaving your shirt spotted with wet dots, the fabric getting cold enough to make your nipples hard. It was a curse to witness you walk out into the living room with your shorts showing so much skin. 
And you could see it on their faces, the way their jaws tightened, throats bobbing as they swallowed. You had never seen Kai look so expressionless. Every little thing is pent up inside him, the negative aura radiating off of him as you sit down between them. Even just seeing your bare thigh sent them into the other room. 
A week in is around the time you think they are going to break. Yeonjun coming home from his workout, hair still sweaty and sticking to his forehead as he wraps his arms around you from behind. His soft kisses on your neck as you prepare a cup of tea. “Want one?” 
“No, I'm good,” his hands traveling under and up your shirt. It was the first time since that conversation in the bed that he's put his hands on you in any way besides helping to guide you by the small of your lower back. You melted into his hold, head rolling back, letting him feel over your skin. 
Neither of you hear Kai's feet padding across the apartment's floor. Don't notice him standing right in the doorway until he clears his throat, “so you've given up already?” The accusation sounds more like a warning. It's like he's thrown a bucket of ice water over yeonjun, the realization crushing his forgetfulness. He tugs his hands away from you like you're a hot stove he's gotten too close to. “Jjunie-” 
He doesn't even look up, hand over his eyes as he turns away, “No, I'm going to take a very cold shower,” 
“I'll join!” it's mostly a joke, your giggle making them both scowl. 
“No, stop talking about being naked around me right now,” 
“Why?” you ask, leaning against the counter, tilting your head as he tries to wave away the word. Your smile stuck as he walked away. 
“You're evil,” he tosses over his shoulder leaving you alone with huening. You can feel him standing there watching you. His hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie while he leaned against the door frame. 
“Do you want some?” you ask, pouring a spoonful of honey into your mug. He watches the way it dribbles and sees a dot drop to the counter, your fingers scooping it up and taking it to your mouth. 
He watches you suck the honey off, not even caring that he's right there watching, hands tightening into fists as he thinks about the way your tongue would feel. He thinks he's hiding it well, that you can’t tell he's struggling so much. But he's so obvious, shaking his head and muttering that he's going to bed early. He swears he is never this horny, the two of you have gone well past a few weeks without having sex before and not even thinking much about it. Only now it’s all he can think about and it's making him feel sick, his stomach tightening every time he sees you in a room, like at any moment it won't be him you go to first to ask to get off. 
Never has he been so jealous in his life, not even about yeonjun for kissing you but over your own fingers. Even if you caved and asked yeonjun to be the one to take care of you he wouldn't mind, he'd give up without question, but the idea that you can just walk around and sit with your own hand down your pants was what was killing him. 
He could see it in his head, could picture that time you were struggling to get off with tears in your eyes, how he helped you just like you needed, yeonjun over the phone telling him to take care of you. He wanted that, he needed that. He wanted to help you again, he wanted you to help him, and yet he also wanted to last longer than yeonjun. 
But you had had enough of watching the two of them being so avoidant. Feeling plagued by kai’s mood and yeonjun absence over something so stupid was annoying. Not caring about your tea you followed after Kai. He was already climbing onto the bed, curling up away from your side, arms crossed and eyes closed as you hopped in after him. 
He doesn't acknowledge you are there even when you sneak your arms under him, wrapping him up and being the big spoon behind him. You press your face into his neck, breathing in his comforting smell, humming right against his ear. 
“Hyuka?” it's rare you use the nickname, only when you really want something, kai associating it the most with your desperate calls for him to touch you. You can feel his body tightening, your leg raising to lay on top of his, tugging him even closer to you. “You're so tense,” Your hand on his stomach rubs in soft circles over the fabric of his hoodie, his breath hitching every time you pass over the waistband of his sweatpants. “You know I could help with that,” 
Kai pulls himself away from you, all the way off the bed as you roll on your back. The little smile on your lips eating him alive. He was hard, painfully so, watching you there softly roll your hips, beckoning him. He can hear the sound of the shower, the beating water, the only other noise in the room, the light under the door fanning out around the floor. He watched you sit up on your knees, right at the edge of the bed, hands reaching out to tug him closer to you. 
He let it happen, caved, and leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, eyes pinched closed as he muttered, “You're Killing me,” he could feel your smile when you kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck. 
You had him right where you wanted him, his whimpers between kisses only pushing you on, pulling him back to the bed. He didn't say anything as he laid back against the headboard, your legs straddling him, and your hands already pulling off his top. “I shouldn't-” 
“I won't tell,” you say in between kisses, his erection pressed into your thigh. “We can be quick, yeonjun won't even have to know,” 
“He’ll know,” kai’s not even trying to keep it down, his soft whimpers leaving every time he rolls his hips to try and gain friction against your leg. “And I won't stop after just once, I don't think it will be enough,” 
Both of you jump at the sound of yeonjuns voice, “What is this? My girlfriend in bed with another man?” Neither of you had even heard the water turn off, the steam still wafting out of the bathroom behind yeonjun as he rubbed a towel against his wet hair. 
“Oh no Huening, I think my boyfriend caught us,” sometimes the three of you liked to joke like this, poking fun at the idea of what others thought about your relationship. But Kai wasn't in the mood. He wrapped his arms around you, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was on top pushing you into the mattress. 
“My girlfriend, my bed. I want first,” he leaves no room for argument, his mouth back on your neck, hips grinding into yours. 
“Giving up so early already Huening, I knew you couldn't last,” yeonjun tisks, he sits back in his chair in the corner of the room, his favorite view for moments like this. His towel is draped across his bare shoulders, arms crossed as he looks right at you. “And you, I'm sure you teased him into it,” 
“no, I’d never do something like that,” 
“Liar,” they both say at the same time, kai’s face pressed against your neck, hot mouth working down your throat. You wrap your legs around him pushing him closer, his breathy whimpers right in your ear. Twisting your fingers into kai's hair you pull on the strands, your smile eating yeonjun alive. He could tell himself he wouldn't cave but he knows it's a slim chance when he sees you like this with huening. 
Not when he watches the way your lips fall open when kai pushes into you, the sweet little sounds you're making leaves him hard in seconds. It's worse now too because you're looking at him like you know exactly what he's thinking. And you do know, it's not too hard to guess as he leans back with his arms crossed, knuckles turning white as he readjusts in his seat to try and find some kind of relief. 
Kai didn't even feel the need to strip you, pushing your panties to the side and not worrying about preparing you. The guttural moan he released when he was fully seated inside you reverberated against your whole body. He was a mess of whimpers, arms wrapping around you pulling you as close as he could, shallow thrusts in apology for ever denying himself from you. “Never again- I won't- I can't-”  he's trying to get the words out, broken moans filtering through each breath he takes. 
“He can't even talk, and I'm not even going to judge because if it's anything like how I remember I'd be just as bad,” yeonjun mutters, his jaw so tight he hardly opens his mouth to say it. 
“Jjunie,” you moan, tugging kais hair as his hips stutter against yours, “don't you want to cum for me?”  
Kai won't last hearing the word come from your mouth, every thrust just making you wetter, your warmth pulling him in. He's surprised he even lasted this long before he felt his first orgasm. If it wasn’t for the way he starts to tremble you wouldn't have noticed that he has cum already, not when he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even slow down. 
“Don't give me that look,” yeonjun warns, but it is not like you can help it when kai is pulling one of your legs up by the back of your knee, his hips sinking deeper, your eyes rolling back at the new depth. 
Yeonjun doesn't even notice how his own hips are moving, leaning back just enough in his chair so that each roll gives him the just right amount of friction against his oversized sweatpants. He's trying not to make it obvious just how hard he is but he's finding it harder and harder to keep his hands off himself and away from you when the headboard starts to creek against the wall. 
Huenings lets out a mix of grunts and whimpers, his cum making you so much easier to slip in and out of, the soft slapping sound of his thighs against yours drowning out any other thought in his mind. “Look at me,” he's gasping, pulling back just enough so that his hand not holding your leg can grasp the headboard, softening the sound for only a second before the bed is back to squeaking. 
You don't deny him, his hair hanging around his eyes, mouth open as he feels the first tingle of overstimulation, thin silver chain necklace dangling just above your chin. His knees are digging into the mattress, the angle pushing him so much deeper. You reach down with one hand to rub on your clit, the other scratching at the back of his neck. 
He's finding it hard to keep his eyes open as he tried not to cum again, “God you look so pretty like this,” 
“Did you miss me?” 
“Fuck yes, I missed this- I missed your pussy so- so much,” he trails off in a whimper, head tossed back exposing his throat to you. 
Your orgasm is so close, aided by all of his desperate sounds. When all of his little ‘ah-ah’s’ get close together you feel yourself tip over the edge. Kai can’t handle the way you clench around him, the both of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the way yeonjun has to close his eyes. He's begging and praying that he could be stronger than he is but this is too much for him. 
Worst still is how you look over at him at just the last second, a taunt caught right in your creased brow. He can't even take the pressure of his pants anymore, he tugs them down, cock hitting his stomach, heavy and aching. It does little to cure him of this need. 
Kai lets go of the headboard, arms pulling you closer as he peppers your face in kisses, his happy giggle pressed right to your pulse. “Do you feel better?” 
“So much,” he sighs, “I don't even care about losing anymore I just wanted- no I needed you so bad,”
“You know who else needs to forget the stupid bet?” your eyes are trained on the way yeonjun is trying and failing not to move his hips. Every micro-movement brushing his red tip against his skin gives the smallest amount of relief but not enough. 
“Don't talk like I'm not right here,” his eyes are closed, fingers leaving imprints on his biceps. 
“You should help him,” Kai continues, nose sliding down your cheek before he gives a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. He pulls away, leaning back on his heels as he pulls out of you, quick to move your panties into place to catch any of your combined release in place to not spill on the sheets. 
Standing on shaking legs you stand, stumbling until yeonjun pulls you on top of him. He's groaning as soon as you straddle him, his hands on your hips like a vise. “Why torture me?” 
“No one said you had to watch, I was content with not letting you know but you sat down and didn't look away,” your nails lightly scratch over his chest, his humming response matches the subtle way he's trying to grind up into your clothed clit, panties wet and warm against him. 
“I'll just put it in, I won't even move, I just- I need something,” it's like he's asking permission, wondering if this will mean he's failed, if you'll tell on him. Huening chuckles from the bed, knowing the truth because the second yeonjun slips in he won't be able to help himself. 
“Okay, I won't move either,” you slip your hand down to pull your underwear to the side, the dribbles of your slick and kais cum leak all over. Dripping onto yeonjuns veiny cock and stomach. You try to wipe it away, your fingers on him making his ads flex, cock jumping when you put your fingers to your mouth, sucking away the saltiness. You barely get your fingers away from your mouth before yeonjuns kiss you. His favorite taste is you mixed with cum. 
When you sink down on him both of you moan, the sound caught right in the back of your throat, his eyes squeezed tight as he tries not to thrust up into you. He's devastated to find that you feel even better than he remembered, his hold on your hips almost bruising as you clench around him.  
“This was a horrible idea,” he’s gasping, “oh shit- i-,” he's cut off by your first attempt at moving up and down. “No, don’t, I won't be able to last-” 
“But jjunie-” you whine, hand pushing into your lower stomach, right over where you can feel him pressing so deep into you. “I wanna cum again,” 
“She's so greedy,” Kai adds, your hips rocking back and forth enough to leave yeonjun speechless. 
Clit grinding onto his pelvis, you don't even care about bouncing anymore, the perfect friction to get you off, the tip of his cock pressed right against your g-spot bumping over and over with each movement of your hips. “You're going to have to get off, I can't lose- I won't-” 
But it's not like he's letting you get off of him, he's actively helping you grind down on him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, “faster-” he's moaning, your hands on his shoulders for leverage before you're falling apart, your toes curling, every noise pressed right to his ear. The way your walls are fluttering around him makes his balls tighten, “I just won'tcum I just won't- I won't - I- fuck -oh fuuuckk,” He's not even stopping now, thrusting up into you to ride out his high, shoving all his cum as far as he can get it, not worried anymore when it feels this good. 
“You're the worst,” yeonjun chuckles after the two of you have caught your breath, “I love you so much, but actually you're evil and I love it,” 
“It's not my fault you couldn't help yourself, I told you it was stupid,” 
“I just won't tell anyone this happened,” he shrugs but kai laughs from the bed. 
“I already told everyone you lost,”
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swampjawn · 3 months ago
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If you wanted to animate an object spinning really fast, there are three main embellishments at your disposal. You could add smear frames, you could add doubling, or if you wanted to get a little crazy with it, you could have that object bend and stretch to really emphasize the inertia of the motion.
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Or you could do all three at the same time!
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I didn't want to like Zenshu at first.
Saying I'm not a big fan of isekai as a genre would be an understatement, so I was straight up peeved when I found out that what I initially thought would be a flawed industry's unflinching look in the mirror made by THE studio that has become the symbol of the Japanese animation industry's broader problems with overworking and underpaying, this was just gonna be yet another in a long line of paint-by-numbers escapist power fantasies in a genre that was tired from the moment it was born, just like yaboy, sleepy to the max if you know what I'm saying.
And this recreation of a scene from Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984), (which was one of the first breakout roles for anime legend and Evangelion director Hideaki Anno) certainly helped soften my attitude towards it, but a series of references to old stuff wouldn't be enough.
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But its tribute to classic anime and animation in general goes beyond just references.
This absurdly over the top modernized version of a magical girl transformation animated by Keisuke Toyoda (豊田 桂祐 ) feels like it contains all the possibilities of animation and imagination in just 3 preposterously dense cuts. There is just WAY too much going on here at once, in a way that feels very self aware.
Every color you could imagine, lighting from three different directions, what looks like three different layers of effects and sparkles, countless compositing effects, what looks like some sort of 3D particle simulation in the background,
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this psychedelic background art that seems to represent Natsuko's blood vessels, a bit where you can see what it took me several episodes to realize are Natsuko's actual blood vessels and skeleton through her body,
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and… some birds of course.
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Most of the main elements are animated on 2's, but there are so many layers -- the timing of each offset from the rest -- that it almost feels like the whole thing is animated on 1's because there is practically no single frame where at least something doesn't change.
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It's really an assault to the senses that contrasts hilariously with the mundane action of actually sitting down at a desk and drawing. There's even a little death note reference thrown in there to poke fun at this contrast!
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And fully committing to the sailor moon bit, they repeat this stock animation in almost every episode. While it's no masterpiece plot-wise, it is at least more than I expected on that front too, but that's more than I can get into here. I talk about that some more and a bunch of other stuff in this video, from which this post is an adapted excerpt! Go watch it and comment, "wow sWIMP John, I used to like your videos but you've really fallen off hardcore. Go back to making magic school bus AMVs. Unsubbed."
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crheativity · 11 months ago
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Mc/Yuu that when given genuine affection from their friends such as a small gift or just being told that they enjoy being around them, they just get really quiet and look at their friend with shock and disbelief, tearing up a little bit and just going "...oh..." in a real small voice.
Bonus points if they're not usually emotional like this.
It would be fun if it was the overblot gang since they just got some gifts themselves, or maybe ADeuce duo...idk man, I just want some wholesome friendship, I feel like there aren't enough fics like that in this fandom-
WARNINGS: Can be read as platonic or romantic, some of these might be longer/shorter than others, all of them care about you but (almost) all of them are bad with Emotions. also there are slight references to book 6 in Idia’s section if you squint
COMMENTS: AWH this is such a cute idea! And yes, there should definitely be more wholesome, platonic fics! Also, sorry these are short D:
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Wait, crap, you’re tearing up? He just got you a present- are you okay?? He’s low key worried about you, unsure if this is just you being extremely excited about his (amazing) gift or if there’s something else going on. Either way, he’s quick to figure it out and reassure you as best he can. He’s torn between feeling bad about making you cry and being happy you liked his present so much. Either way, he pulls you into a hug and rubs patterns into your back until you feel better.
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You’re crying?! Ohhhh crap oh crap oh crap- he doesn’t know what to do! Was his present that bad-? Once you reassure him and tell him you love it, he relaxes a little bit but is still clearly distressed. He isn’t very good at figuring out why you’re reacting this way, but his genuine care for you shines through and helps you feel a little more comfortable in his own way.
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Wh-what?? Did he do something wrong-? He did a bunch of research, so he had assumed that this gift would be something you’d appreciate, not tear up over! Riddle is. Confused. And scared. He’s new to this whole “having friends” thing, and he thinks very highly of you, so the thought of messing up is pretty scary. He’s at quite a loss of what to do. When you reassure him and tell him you’re okay, he’s very relieved. He makes a note of how much you appreciated the gift and is determined to do more for you. If he has to get used to having friends, he wants you to get used to receiving the affection you deserve, too.
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Awh, come on. You’re seriously tearing up over this? He ruffles your hair affectionately, giving you space to process your emotions while staying nearby. He doesn’t quite get what all the fuss is about - all he knows is he got you something and then you “exploded into tears” (you did not, he’s exaggerating). He sits with you until you feel better and tries to think of ways he could give you stuff without you “freaking out” like this. Maybe some money left in your pockets would be a good idea…
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As soon as you tear up, he wants to go hide in his octo-pot. He knew it, it was a stupid idea. He should’ve gone with the other present idea, maybe then you’d be less disappointed. If you even still want to be friends with him after this. The moment you explain that you’re really happy, however, his mood does a complete 180, attempting to both comfort you and gloat a little at the same time. He would pat you a little awkwardly on the shoulder, wanting to express he appreciated your vulnerability. He’s definitely making notes on things he could spoil you with.
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He freezes. Dang, he thought it was something you’d like. If not, that’s okay, he did keep the receipt. You can take it back to the store and get a refund if you’d- oh? You liked it? He’s another one that would try to comfort you and feel smug at the same time. The thought of making anyone but particularly you so happy is a little jarring to him, and your way of expressing emotions is definitely unexpected, but he’s glad he got you this. Maybe he’ll get you something better next time.
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For once, Vil is speechless. For a moment he just kinda stands there in surprise, before sweeping you into his arms for a hug - completely ignoring how his clothes might crinkle. He didn’t think you would react that way, and - although he’s pretty sure you’re happy - he wants to comfort you anyway. Once you confirm you’re actually happy, he thinks your reaction is sweet and endearing and pure. He’s definitely buying you more things if this is your reaction to it,
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The moment you say “oh” and start to tear up he’s internally going say sike rn. Bro was not prepared for Emotions. He can hardly handle his own feelings, why’d fate dump him with someone else’s?! Especially since they belong to someone he cares about. He’s not real good with other people, let alone taking care of them. He wishes Ortho was here - he could google Top 10 Ways To Comfort A Friend Who Randomly Starts Crying. Idia kinda just ends up patting your entire head awkwardly and saying “there there” through his tablet. He knows it’s pathetic, okay?
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He’s utterly confused. He followed the Human Customs of buying a gift for someone you care about, why are you displaying a negative reaction? Was the gift not satisfactory? Lilia said this would be enough, although perhaps he should’ve gone with his original plan and bought you significantly more. Were you perhaps disappointed? Once you reassure him, he almost laughs. He thinks your reaction was very cute, he will be buying you significantly more things. Prepare yourself.
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♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥
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hattiestgal · 2 years ago
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If you don't mind my asking, how do you go about drawing fat? :3
JUST THE EXCUSE I WAS LOOKING FOR
So, for me personally, a lot of the time when I draw fat characters, I'm not looking to specifically capture the specifics of fat as much as the feel of fat. Bulkier, rounder shapes in the right places that has a feeling of weight to em! A lot of that is intuition and simplification at this point, but it all works on the same frame as just any ol' person. Like take this-
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For example. This is the basis for any body shape, not just the more average one that it may imply. Sure- it can be that average body shape:
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But also a fat one too!
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And a big part of that is knowing where fat usually tends to bunch up on the body, so lets take a look piece by piece! (Please keep in mind this is very simplified, and not completely precise in some parts)
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THE FACE: Cheeks (in purple) and especially the chin (in light blue) are the places where a lot of the fat is gonna wanna gather and round out on your face! Additionally, theres a small pocket of fat beneath the cranium on the backside of your head. It's small, but it is there. I believe fat can build up elsewhere like the bridge of your nose and forehead, but generally speaking, you're gonna have a whole lot more buildup in other places first.
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THE TORSO: A lot of the fat built up on the torso is gonna be sent to your tummy. More cushioning for vital organs, mostly out of the way, it just makes sense. Additionally, the lower backs fat builds up and joins with a patch of fat on your sides that forms what is typically referred to as the love handles to make that double belly look. Along with this, the immediate next target for the torso is the breasts, followed by the upper back!
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THE ARMS: For this limb, a VERY notable amount of the fat present builds up on the tricep and bicep areas, lessening once you get towards the flexor and extensor areas. You can almost think of the arm as a sort of triangular shape, wide side starting from the shoulder and tapering towards the hand, which itself mostly builds up fat around the back of the hand and the fingers. The shoulders themselves don't build up too much fat unless you got a lot
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THE LEGS: And finally, you can think of the legs having pretty similar curves to what you're probably already used to thinking. The front of the thighs getting a big buildup, along with the back of the calves, the other parts being flatter in turn. As far as the feet go- similarly to the hands, the top of the feet, along with the heels get most of the buildup, as fat on your soles would impede mobility. The glute, hip and crotch area will also especially build up fat, lending to the same triangular shape that you can see in the arm!
A big thing to note with fat is that it tends to taper off towards joints. Your knees, elbows, shoulders, hips, and all the other places are gonna have significantly less fat so that you remain mobile and flexible, as that's important!
Now that we have an idea of where fat builds up on the body, you might have something that looks kinda like this
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Which yes, does demonstrate a solid understanding of the places fat builds up, lacks the weight you're probably trying to convey, which brings us to out next point! Fat is well... heavy! Gravity is what gives fat much of it's shape, especially as you tread towards larger and larger bodies.
This is demonstrated really well on the arms especially-
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Those big ol' bits of fat'll really start to sag when left hanging, and they will squish like hell if they run into something. I like to think of these bits of fat as big ol' ovals that squash and stretch depending on if there's an obstacle in their way or not
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These are the important shapes to remember when it comes to the weightiness of fat! If you take all of this into mind, you should be getting something a lot closer to that shape you've been after!
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Oh, and always remember that fat bodies come in all variety of shapes and sizes! Play around with a whole lot, and seek out all the resources you can! it'll really lend to your knowledge when it comes to this kinda stuff!
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And as I always recommend when it comes to learning art- look at what your favorite artists do with fat bodies. See what you really like about the fat bodies they draw and try to replicate it in your own work, I promise you it's one of the most helpful things ever.
This is like the most basic of basics when it comes to drawing fat bodies though. If there's any additional thing about fat bodies, or maybe you want clarification on something, don't be afraid to ask! If there's enough to cover, I'll make an addition to this post!
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flaming-shapeshifter · 22 days ago
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hello would u potentially feel like sharing some of the victorian sex slang you know im writing gay sex set in 1847 and im struggling :(
hello! I would be delighted to; there is no higher use for the truly excessive amount of victorian porn I've read than to aid in this endeavour
Two caveats before I get into it: one, the main source that I used when I was originally researching victorian porn is a series of publications from the late 1870s/80s (I'll link the wikisource version and talk about it more at the bottom) and as such may not reflect exact usage for the period you're writing. I don't *think* language usually changes that fast, but I'm not a linguist so thought it worth mentioning. Where possible I've tried to cross reference with the oxford english dictionary to determine first recorded english usage, but the censorship laws of the time and subsequent lack of digitisation can make it difficult sometimes to get an accurate picture of popular usage. Two, language has changed quite a bit since the 19th century--there's a good chance the average ao3 reader is going to be relying very very heavily on context for several of the more unfamiliar words below, while others have had their meanings change a fair bit since that time. Should you choose to use them regardless, I commend you for your dedication to accuracy.
anyway, without further ado, a whole bunch of victorian sex vocab:
Genitalia &c.
I'm not sure what parts are involved in your gay sex and I'm a completionist, so you're getting all of them
priapus: the penis. A more high-brow, classical reference to the greco-roman god of fertility. English usage has been a thing since at least the canterbury tales, but it's unclear exactly at what point the usage transitioned from referring solely to the god (as in the tales) to a physical penis between the 14th and mid-late 19th centuries. However a medical dictionary from 1842 lists the definition very matter-of-factly as "penis" as well, so you should be good to go, especially with more formally educated/wealthy characters
pego: the penis, again. This one's been around since at least the 17th century and does not appear to have any alternative meanings; it also hit its peak usage for the 19th century in 1850 (by appearances in published texts), so definitely a safe bet
cock: the penis. This one is possibly both the oldest and the most modern of the penis-related nouns here; we use it in our smut today and used in to pun about sex all the way back in 15th century middle english. If you want something both recognisable and period-appropriate, this is your word.
prick: the penis. Similarly to cock, though slightly less common as a neutral/eroticised noun nowadays in my experience, "prick" has been in use since at least the 16th century, and has the benefit of being recognisable to the modern reader, though the connotations may have shifted slightly
roger: the penis. Usage in reference to said organ has been occurring since at least the 17th century, but by the 19th, it seems to be mainly in comical contexts, i.e. bawdy poetry.
quim: the vulva/vagina. Dates back to at least the early 17th century; most examples cited in the oxford english dictionary come from verse before the mid 19th, after which point it's all casual or erotica-type references.
cunny: vulva/vagina. thought to be a variant on "coney," which can in British English refer either to the organ or to a rabbit; this term has been in use since the late 16th century.
pussy/pussey: the vulva/vagina. A relatively recent term when used with regards to genitalia, dating to the late 17th century and only really gaining popularity in the mid 19th century. Probably the least likely to be used (with the possible exception of verse), but one of the most recognisable to a modern reader
cunt: the vulva/vagina. You could write a period-appropriate-language black plague au with this one (as "cunte" per middle english spelling) and still have it be recognisable for the modern reader. 1847? fucking go for it
mons veneris: the mons pubis. Often capitalised as "Mons Veneris"; seems to get mentioned at least once in every pornographic story involving ciswomen, possibly due to the classical reference to Venus and its associations. Cismen also have this structure (though it's smaller due to the lower level of estrogen), but tragically it does not get the same veneration. Usage increased steadily from the mid 17th century and peaked in the late 1800s.
clitoris: the clitoris. Dates from at least the early 17th century and has grown in popularity ever since; "clit," in contrast, only appears in writing in the mid 20th century and would be rather anachronistic.
bubbies: the breasts, pretty much always a woman's. The spelling didn't transition to "booby"/"boobies" in reference to breasts until the early-mid 20th century (previously, as a noun, a "booby" was merely a fool); "bubbies" was the way to go from at least the 17th century up until that point
ballocks/bollox/bollocks: the testicles. Similarly to "pussey," I add this one mostly for the sake of spelling, which varied mostly between "ballocks" and "bollocks" but doesn't seem to be standardised in colloquial English spelling until the very late 20th century, if at all. In use since the 15th century.
British slang referring to the ass (bum, arse, &c.) generally translates pretty well to the point where I don't feel it necessary to give them their Victorian-specific entries.
Much like modern writing, the Victorians seemed to enjoy figurative language for their genitalia--horses are an unfortunately common point of comparison for penises, but "Cupid's dart" and "engine of love" are also common euphemisms. Cavern-related language and "gap of love" are their equals for the vagina, but overall, there's not many metaphors you could make up that would feel inappropriate to the era.
Actions
Presented in the infinitive form; normal English rules for verb conjugations/spelling generally apply.
gamahuche: to perform oral sex, most frequently on someone with a vagina. A borrowing from French as of the late 18th century that seems to have mostly died out in the modern day--I don't think I've ever heard someone say "gamahuche" out loud unless referencing Victorian pornography
frig: to finger someone/give a handjob, or (less frequently), stimulate them internally with a separate moving object. Worth noting that the meaning of this one does appear to refer more and more specifically to internal stimulation over the course of the late 19th and 20th centuries, but all uses should be appropriate for 1847.
fuck: to penetrate (or mimic penetration i.e. via intercrural sex) specifically with a penis. According to the Victorians, if there's not a penis involved, it doesn't realllly count as sex, which is part of why so much focus on homosexuality was specific to male/male homosexual activity (more on that later). This particular word has been in recognisable use since at least the 16th century, gets used frequently in the 19th in the appropriate situations, and is very recognisable to the modern reader; 10/10 would recommend. Also varies in usage by location such as in the case of "bum-fuck"
sodomy (n)/sodomise: to engage in any form of penetrative sex other than penile/vaginal, regardless of gender. Typically more legal terminology than colloquial, and pretty much always used in a negative sense of an "act against nature"; equals "cunt" and "cock" in antiquity as it dates back probably to the 14th century
bugger: to act as the penetrative party in anal sex with a phallic instrument (whether dildo or penis), regardless of gender. not quite as old a term as sodomy, being first found in legal writings in the 16th century, but definitely a more common-use term for the time.
pederasty: to engage in specifically male/male anal sex. As may be deduced from the word components, this carries the connotation of a large age gap between the persons involved, and may originate from the ancient greek practice of sexual apprenticeships (for lack of a better word) between a teenage-ish boy and an older man. Despite these connotations, it could be used to refer to any partnering of male/male sex, but tended to be a comparatively academic term. English written usage dates back to at least the early 17th century.
spend: to orgasm, particularly if fluids are involved (regardless of genitalia). In use since at least the 17th century and may carry connotations for the modern reader relating to the cultural emphasis on sex for the purpose of procreation alone
come: to orgasm. This one has been ol' reliable for smut writers since the earl 17th century at least and continues to be so today
Language tends to be more descriptive with regards to acts rather than using specific words--then again, one could consider that just another form of the "show, don't tell" maxim.
Items involved
French letter: a condom. This terminology would be very recent for '47, having only started appearing in English in the early 1840s--similarly, they would be made of treated linen or bladder/intestine (a "skin" condom) at the time, as rubber condoms were not produced until the 1850s
cundum/condom: a condom. An older term than the letter, though only by a century; the latter (modern) spelling dominates usage in the 19th century
godemiche: a dildo. Another loanword from french, this would also be fairly recent language, as it appears to have only entered written English usage in the early 1830s. Not a super common turn of phrase either way
dildoe/dildo: a dildo. In use in writing since the late 16th/early 17th century, the use of flexible materials such as leather or (in the latter half of the 19th century) vulcanised rubber allowed for the creation of ejaculating versions which could also be set in harnesses to be used as what we would now call a strap-on
On the subject of lube: "lube," unsurprisingly, is not a word in use at the time; nor, for that matter, is "lubricant" as we use it in reference to the wonderful additive for sexual intercourse today. In the works I've analysed, anal sex is mostly conducted using saliva or vaginal fluids as lubricant, if a lubricating substance is used at all; the one exception to this is a reference to "cold cream" used for male/male anal sex, which appears to be a perfumed spermaceti- and wax-based substance intended for skincare and has been in use since the early 19th century at least
Culture
identity: as you may be aware, "homosexuality" as a term didn't become a thing until the sexological period of the latter half of the 19th century; up until that era, anglophone culture didn't really have a conceptualisation of sexuality as an innate characteristic. Rather, sex acts were entirely something that you did, regardless of the genders involved, which is how we get period words like "tribade," which referred simply to women who had sex with women without concern for attraction.
legality: for britain specifically, male/male gay sex warranted a death sentence in regular courts up until 1861, after which the sentence changed to imprisonment--legal scholars at the time deemed this change likely to result in more successful prosecutions, as courts were previously hesitant to indict when doing so meant capital punishment. Female/female gay sex, in contrast, was completely ignored by the law, as said law was completely focused on penises. Similarly, american courts (which were based on british law) would later rule in the years surrounding the turn of the 20th century that oral sex performed on a penis was illegal regardless of gender due to being sodomitic in nature, but cunnilingus was perfectly fine.
social perception: similar to the law, male/male sex was regarded as taboo such that it was generally talked around rather than named up until sexology started gaining ground (sexological texts were then promptly blamed for teaching people how to do gay sex). Based on newspaper op-eds that I unfortunately don't have on hand right now, all-male settings such as sailing vessels (especially sailing vessels) were seen as particular bastions of such activity. female/female sex? generally disregarded as harmless, particularly in all-female settings such as schools.
Bonus
At least in the latter half of the century, impact play in the genital region (particular with a rod or "birch," but any flogging implement would seem to do) was treated in both pornographic and psycho-medical sexological texts as a commonly acknowledged method of attaining arousal, to the point that at least one author raised concerns about the continued use of flogging as punishment in boys' schools. Huzzah for Victorian kink friendliness, I guess?
Further Reading/References
Unless otherwise noted, all etymology, usage trends, and century of (written) origin is based on the Oxford English Dictionary.
"The Pearl: A Journal of Facetiæ and Voluptuous Reading." William Lazenby, London Society of Vice, 1879-1881. https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Pearl.
This is the Victorian porn publication I mentioned earlier, notable for its portrayals of gay sex compared to Lazenby's later publications such as The Oyster. Should you choose to do your own reading, it's worth noting that stories tend to involve topics of major consent issues, incest, underage sex and pedophilia, and period-typical misogyny, and racism. An interesting note about this particular publication is that it was relatively expensive for its time--apparently, the upper class liked their illicit gay smut.
Robley Dunglison • Medical Lexicon. A New Dictionary of Medical Science, containing a concise account of the various subjects and terms, … and formulae for … preparations etc • 3rd edition, 1842
For the medical definition of "priapus" as it refers to the penis.
Hernández, Anna. “Mons Pubis: What Is It, Location, and More | Osmosis.” Osmosis, January 6, 2025. https://www.osmosis.org/answers/mons-pubis.
Aine Collier (2007). The Humble Little Condom: A History. Buffalo, N.Y: Prometheus Books.
Beyond the scope of this post, for the most part, but if you're interested in writing period-accurate safer sex practices, it may be worth a look.
Saunders, T., and Edward Cox. The Criminal Law Consolidation Acts, 1861: The Other New Criminal Statutes and Parts of Statutes of the Sessions 1861 and 1862; Together With A Digest of the Criminal Cases Decided by The Court of Criminal Appeal, The Superior Courts, the Central Criminal Court, and on the Circuits. From 1848 to 1862. 2nd ed. London: J. Crockford, 1862.
Includes contemporary legal analyses of the changes to British legal punishment of male homosexual activity, as mentioned in the Culture section.
Richard von Krafft-Ebing, Psychopathia Sexualis, with Especial Reference to Contrary Sexual Instinct: A Medico-Legal Study., trans. Charles Gilbert Chaddock, 7th ed. (Philadelphia; London: F.A. Davis Co., 1892).
Psycho-medical perspectives on homosexuality and other "abnormal" sexual tendencies in the late Victorian era; contains a whole bunch of autobiographical testimonies. The downside is that anything touching on homosexual activity (which for academics at the time also included gender non-conformity) has been censored by being translated to Latin; you'll need to look at the 1960s or later for a fully English translation.
B. R. Burg. Boys at Sea: Sodomy, Indecency, and Courts Martial in Nelson's Navy. New York: Palgrave Macmillan, 2007.
A look specifically at social attitudes in the purportedly all-male spaces of naval vessels; though slightly earlier (~1790-1820) than the 1847 time period, it stands to reason that characters familiar with that environment may continue to bear attitudes shaped by it. Unfortunately it may be difficult to access without being able to go through a university-level library system.
Lorraine Rumson, “Kink in the Time of Sexology: An Interdisciplinary Approach to ‘Abnormal Sexuality’ in Victorian Culture,” in Kink and Everyday Life: Interdisciplinary Reflections on Practice and Portrayal, 1st ed. (Bingley, UK: Emerald Publishing Limited, 2021).
An interesting analysis of social attitudes based on pornographic depictions, and contains further resources for Victorian pornography--unfortunately, I no longer have the book on hand to give specific names of texts, but they do exist ("Venus in Furs" is one that I do recall); alternatively, if you want older pornographic works, "Fanny Hill" and anything by the Marquis de Sade are worth looking into, albeit with the same content warnings as I mention for The Pearl.
Donald Hall. “Teaching Victorian Pornography: Hermeneutics and Sexuality.” Victorian Review 34, no. 2 (2008): 19–25. http://www.jstor.org/stable/27793665.
Another resource for identifying Victorian pornographic works, and this one's easily available on JSTOR if you have access or scihub if you don't.
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clancycatears · 8 days ago
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PET NAMES (w/ TF141 + Alejandro)
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JOHN PRICE
John is a classic man when it comes to his pet names. Knowing him, he’s defaulting to honey/hun or love, while also sneaking in some Mr./Mrs. Price. (Bonus points if you’re not married yet, which, how would that be possible? This man’s putting a ring on it as soon as he deems you’re the one.)
“Nearly forgot th’ eggs, hun, lemme grab ‘em.”
While I think those are the usual, I think John would also use darling or sweetheart, albeit the least out of the bunch.
“Get some rest, darlin’, I’ll take care ‘f it, yeah?”
SIMON “GHOST” RILEY
Simon may seem like the last person who’d want to give his sweet lover pet names, but he’s actually the total opposite! His favorite for you would have to be the classic love. It’s short, sweet, and displays his affection for you in all the right ways.
“You forgot t’ tie your shoes, luv, let me.”
Though I’d say he sticks to love for the most part, I don’t see why he wouldn’t use birdie once in a while, though! Perhaps sneak some dearie or dove/dovie in there, too.
“I’s just a pug in’a Christmas sweater, dearie, why th’ tears?”
JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH
Johnny is a chronic pet name user, no doubt about it. Any chance he gets, he’s hardly using your name, and instead referring to you by terms of endearment that he knows would bring a smile to your face. I’d say he uses sillier pet names, too. Like his favorite thing to call you is probably snookums. It’s weird in all the right ways. Oh, and he definitely makes sneaks a little “schnookums” to give it a little flair.
“Ooo, look’eh this, snookums, gots all yer faverite colors!”
Some other li’l pet names to note are pidge (short for pigeon) or, of course, the classic lassie/laddie. Though, if we wanna go basic with Johnny (even though he’s far from that), I think he’d use lovie once in a while, too.
“Oh, c’mon, pidge! Jus’ one wee cinnamon bun!”
KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK
Much like Johnny, Kyle is a chronic pet name user. But rather than just a pet name or two, he’s going all out. I’m talking lovie, sweetheart (See: Sweet Pet Names), baby, sugar, beautiful/handsome, literally any pet name you can think of, Kyle’s using it. (But I digress, I’m biased when I say he uses “sweet” pet names a lot more!)
“S’okay, sweet’art, tomorrow’s gonna be a better day.”
Though I should note that he also likes to sneak a li’l my [your name] or something similar with a little shortened version of your name! Or honestly, couple it with the pet names I already added, like my baby or my lovie. (For example: Sophie = My Soph)
“There’s my baby. Got a li’l bed-head goin’ on there.”
ALEJANDRO VARGAS
Our dear Alejandro uses Spanish pet names all the way. Of course, we have to include the classic cariño (darling)! It’s adorable, definitely meant for long-term lovers (because there’s no such thing as short-term with Alejandro), and it even gets my heart pumping more than it should, teehee.
“Welcome home, cariño. ¿Cómo estuvo su día, hm?” (Welcome home, darling. How was your day, hm?)
And much like Johnny and Kyle, he has a whole list of pet names he uses for you. Though I think out of everyone on his list, he uses your actual name the least. I’d say he also uses durazno (peach), estrellita (little star), and mi vida (my life) or mi amor (my love)!
“Would you like some parmesan with that, mi amor?”
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voitier · 24 days ago
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M.P.S 02 - JJK
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“I-I’m sorry, I– shit, I don’t–” “Keep going.” Two simple words. A command, really. That’s all it took for Jungkook to let go of all restraint.
GENRE: oneshot (but it's actually part 2 of a fic. read pt.1 here)
RATING: 18+
CONTAINS: masturbation (m&f), getting caught, panty stealing, unprotected sex, kinda switch jk and reader, soft jk at the end
WORDCOUNT: 1k8
TAGLIST: (tagging both the people who asked to be tagged in part 1 and those who asked for part 2) @jeeykey @songbyeonkim @yunhoswrldddd @vsr4197 @wookookiechan @jjeonjjk7 @ian-jk97 @koogenre @rafesfuckdoll @stardustbaee @topforsure @missjgirly1 @kamyyyy @secretpeachcoffee @chimsworldsstuff @jayhargrove
Divider by @cafekitsune
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Loud banging echoed inside the shared apartment as your fist collided with Jungkook’s door over and over again. “Jungkook,” you groaned exasperatedly, grabbing the door knob and twisting it for major dramatic effect. “C’mon dude, I only need my charger and I’m pretty sure I forgot it in here”
From the other side of the door, Jungkook was panicking. Not because of the embarrassing amount of empty soda cans scattered around his desk, or because of his ruffled bed sheets, or even the rather worrying pile of clothes growing day by day on his chair. No, none of it mattered in the moment.
What mattered, though, was his hand covered in slick precum he had smeared around to ease his motions, and your black thongs still wrapped prettily around his cock. Not to mention the fact that you had started banging on his door right as he was this far away from finishing, pulling him out of the mood immediately, yet not enough to make his aching boner go away. Hell, the sound of your agitated voice only spurred him on, and it was clear in the way he kept leaking more and more precum. “Fuck,” he whispered, breaking in cold sweat.
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You knew from the moment he had snuck in the bathroom that it was the perfect time to act. If he couldn’t grow a pair to come forward and admit that he was attracted to you, then it was your shot to shoot. And now, with him falling for your trap, you knew there was no better timing.
But first you would give him time to enjoy himself – and, to be fair, you really needed that shower to clear your mind from the alcohol circulating in your system. Then, once you had stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, with your hair still dropping little cascades of water on your shoulders, you walked towards Jungkook’s room with an excuse ready: your charger. From then on? It was an open-air theatre.
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In the panicked frenzy Jungkook was in, he failed to notice a couple things: one, he hadn’t tuck himself away properly, leaving his poor abused tip peeking from the waistband of his pajama pants, actively soaking that spot; and two – and this one costed him a lot – he hadn’t noticed that while moving away from the door his shirt had caught on the knob, pulling it open once he had moved. 
He registered what had happened only once the door clicked open and you stepped inside, watching with a look of pure, sheer, horror as your face morphed from annoyment into something that could be called… surprise? Shock? He didn’t really know, but he knew for sure that he was just seconds away from passing out on his floor. What a way to go, huh?
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You had to muster up all your strength to not laugh in Jungkook’s face. Poor boy was mortified, to say the least. Years and years of acting school became suddenly of vital importance as you hid your amusement under a mask of fake surprise, taking in the disheveled appearance of your roommate whose face plastered the right amount of pain of being cockblocked and fear of being caught red handed. 
“I-”
“Are those mine?”
And there it was. Jungkook silently prayed that a hole would open up immediately under his feet and swallow him whole, sparing him of this suffering. He knew what you were referring to even without averting his gaze from your face, the black thongs bunched in his fist were a clear admission of his crime.
As much as the embarrassment of being caught froze him in place, his brain slowly began to realize that you were standing there in front of him – half naked, if not completely – covered by a skimpy towel that he knew covered nothing behind, and the soft scent of the soap you washed yourself with soon hit his nostrils, pushing him in a haze he didn’t think to pull himself out of. 
His cock twitched dangerously in his pants, a clear reminder of what he had stopped and what he needed most now. The sudden twitch caught your attention, your eyes dropping to the bulge pushing against the fabric of his pants and his glistening tip leaking profusely. A little “Oh-” escaped your lips before you could stop yourself. You had a feeling Jungkook was… gifted, to say. But to see the clear outprint of it? Yeah, you needed him now more than ever. 
“I-I’m sorry, I– shit, I don’t–”
“Keep going.”
Two simple words. A command, really.
That’s all it took for Jungkook to let go of all restraint.
He exhaled softly, watching hypnotised as you made your way to stand just a couple feet away from him. From this close, he knew that he could have touched you as he pleased. But he didn’t. Not yet, at least. 
Your fingers reached down, brushing his tightly closed fist. You let your touch linger a little longer before gently tugging the fabric away from his hand, chuckling as you felt how much more soaked it was now than how you left it minutes prior. 
“I believe these are mine,” you whispered amused, glancing down to peek at them before letting them fall to the ground with a shake of head. “That’s where all my other ones went, right? Had you so desperate to have a piece of me that you had to steal my underwear. Poor boy” you cooed, stroking his cheek lovingly. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, a soft gasp leaving his lips, soon followed by a pained groan at the throbbing pulse in his pants. 
“Sit down on the bed, Kook.”
He didn’t waste a second to obey, sitting at the edge of the bed and looking up at you. You leaned against the desk, feeling the wooden surface dig into your lower back. Whatever, this was worth the bruise you would wake up with in the morning. 
“Finish what you started.”
“But–” whatever he was going to say died in his mouth as he watched your hands reaching for your towel, tugging it open. The room stilled for a moment, the soft thump of the fabric resonating between you two. You had never seen Jungkook look as hungry and desperate as he was in that exact moment, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your naked body over and over again, his legs unconsciously spreading wider.
You couldn’t hide how much his act was affecting you either, knowing that your arousal was probably glistening your inner thighs as well. 
“Fuck, please, I need you.” A groan left his lips as he saw your fingers dip between your legs, lightly rubbing over your clit. His own hand flew to his pants, tugging them down and freeing his poor cock. He couldn’t help but set a brutal pace from the start, his eyes never leaving the spot between your legs.
“Not yet–” you managed to choke out, yet your words were cut off by a breathy moan as you slipped a finger inside, curling it just right while you looked right back at Jungkook. Your back arched away from the desk, legs shutting around your wrist as pleasure spiked through your system.
A low groan came from Jungkook’s throat before he raised to his feet, murmuring a quick “Fuck it”. His hands found the back of your thighs, raising you so one of your legs was on the desk, the other dangling off the ground as he held you up. Your hands grabbed his shoulders for stability, squeezing them as Jungkook thrusted inside you, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling.
His hands found your waist, holding you closer as his hips pistoned into you, filling the room with the sound of wet squelches, skin slapping and moans. Not resisting anymore you kissed him, desperation seeping through your kiss. Nothing in what was going on was soft or loving, the act itself was driven by your need to satisfy an insatiable hunger that had been clawing at you for months. 
Jungkook’s hand traveled to the back of your head, burying itself in your damp hair as he pushed you closer to him, as if closer would be something achievable. His tongue found yours in a whirlwind of lust and desperation, the other hand on your waist squeezed your flesh so hard you were sure he would leave his handprint for a couple days. You whimpered as Jungkook’s cock stroked your walls in all the right places, making you shudder in his arms. 
“Good girl,” he husked, his voice rough from the making out, “taking me so well, made to take my cock”
You threw your head back, his words only spurring you on more. Your walls fluttered around him for a couple seconds as you felt his thumb softly circle your clit, all while peppering your neck in kisses and hickeys. 
“Fuck– c’mon baby, cum all over my cock,” he growled, his thrusts growing less erratic but sharper, each one inflicted to push you over the edge. You couldn’t help but blabber nonsense, your senses clouded by the overwhelming pleasure cursing through you as Jungkook pushed you over the edge.
Your walls clamped shut around his cock, making him groan out loud. “Shit, love– can I finish inside?”
You nodded, wiping away the tears of pleasure striking down your cheeks. “Please, please” you cried out, nails scratching his back. Your body shook with the strength of Jungkook’s thrusts, the man having a hard time holding back any longer. He cradled your body to his torso, holding you tight as he buried himself to the hilt, filling you up with his cum. 
Slowly the high began wearing off, leaving you both tangled in a mess of sticky bodies and tired pants, overstimulated and worn out. 
Jungkook was the first to recover. Carefully he slipped out of you, picking you up bridal style and laying you on his bed. “Jungkook,” you croacked out, body shivering with the aftermath of what had happened. 
“I’m here,” he whispered, laying down beside you. His hand moved a strand of hair that had fallen on your face behind your ear, then he pulled you closer to his body, letting you bask in the warmth provided. “Did so good,” he praised, slowly kissing his way from your collarbones to your jaw. 
You sighed contented, running a hand through his soft hair. Your eyes caught a piece of fabric sticking out of the drawer next to his bed, a pattern that you recognized all too well.
“Kook?”
“Mh?”
“I want my underwear back. All of it.”
A couple beats of silence followed before his back rose and fell with a big sigh.
“Fuck.”
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skimmingmilk · 2 months ago
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aughhh sonic going back in time to visit little two yr old tails as been in my brain for what feels like forever! like how many dots does he end up connecting? how does he have the strength to not travel back further and knock the daylights out of tails’s mom? how does he react to the whole kukku invasion and forest fire? so many questions…aaaaa im so excited for this fic i will be in ruins. in ruins, i tell you
also with the whole sonic punching tails’s mom thing: you were talking about tails and his parents, but like sonic interacting (or just seeing) tails’s parents is always something ive thought about. idk, im curious about what your take on that would be, if you have one. (sorry if you’ve already answered something like this ahshhshs)
your boys are just spinning around in my brain constantly. they are living in there completely rent free. i adore them sm, they make me sick. anytime there’s a reference or parallel to something in their past, it hurts. these boys need therapy immediately. maybe even before immediately. your portrayal of them is such a huge inspiration istg
anyway, sorry this is kinda all over the place 😭 i just had a bunch of thoughts and threw them together in the most coherent way i could lol. hope you have a good rest of your night/day! stay safe out there 🩵
So, I was saving this because it really inspired me to write a little something, and it felt fitting because I live for your baby Tails and Sonic art, it's seriously the best boost of serotonin for me xD I'm sorry it took a minute to get to this, and I'll address the second idea you had in another ask (someone else was on the same wavelength as you around this time, and also asked about Sonic and Tails and Tails's parents xD).
But for now, please accept a continuation of the back in time shenanigans <3
Sonic Back In Time Shenanigans WIP #2: Back for the Luggage
Tracking down a second Chaos Emerald so he could skip back in time for an afternoon wasn’t how Sonic saw himself spending the past few days. Though, to be fair, he spent a good chunk of them trying to ignore the very itch encouraging him to give into this particular whim of the week, but impulse control wasn’t Sonic the Hedgehog’s claim to fame. Not by a long shot.
His curiosity had been piqued. New insight into the lore of his little brother’s life before he’d ever crossed his path niggled at his mind no matter how far and fast he ran from the temptation to take a peek. The glimpse he’d got on that rainy night hadn’t been all that reassuring, with Tails so small and sick and the time Sonic got to spend with him in that dusty, stuffy cabin all too brief.
Cocoa Island. He’d looked it up after he and Silver returned to Sonic’s present, their respective futures stabilized for the time being, but he couldn’t find much information on it. If it wasn’t for the fact that Sonic could chart it on a map, it almost seemed like it didn’t even exist.
Historic records mentioned studies of the volcanic activity on the island more than a decade ago. Mines had also been dug out in the cave systems throughout the island long before Sonic had been born, in search of potential esoteric energy sources.
The Chaos Emeralds, no doubt.
But other than that, it seemed the island had never been properly settled. Sonic could’ve flown over in the Tornado for a quick jaunt—running to small islands never boded well for him, they were always tricky to aim for—but he knew it wouldn’t have the answers he was itching to find out.
And sure, the big one was already answered. The sick baby fox he’d had to leave behind in the care of some flickies after that rainy night obviously made a full recovery, or else Tails wouldn’t be alive in Sonic’s present, off on his own adventure. Flying solo. Alone.
But knowing that without actually seeing it, experiencing it for himself, didn’t satisfy Sonic in the slightest. He was all about experiences. And he wanted to experience this mysterious chapter of his best bud’s life, one he never really let himself think all that hard on.
So, that was how Sonic found himself on a nearly deserted island eight years in the past with two Chaos Emeralds in hand. It was warmer than in his present, willing to bet they were somewhere in spring or early summer as opposed to late fall, but the dense cover of pine trees kept the forest floor cool in its shade. Allergies tickled his nose, prompting Sonic to scratch at it as he took in his surroundings. Flickies sang throughout the branches, their chirps a comforting song accompanied by the steady hum of insects hidden in the brush. With his own curious hum, Sonic picked a direction and ran with it—er, walked with it. He took it slow for the moment, trying to find his way back to the cabin from that night. It seemed like his best bet to start his search for Tails.
Until a child’s voice somewhere in the forest caught his ear, both perking up and flicking towards the sound with an instinctive pull as everything else faded into the background. A breath Sonic hadn’t realized he’d been holding lifted from his chest. The child sounded light, healthy. No coughing or crying as far as he could tell. 
Sonic followed the voice to a clearing. Unlike the stormy day he’d first stumbled in on, sunlight flooded the patch of grass between the trees with its warm beams. One fell across a tree stump where a two-tailed fox kit lay sprawled across on his tummy, bright-eyed and bushy tails further confirmation that he’d made a full recovery. Sonic’s shoulders sagged with relief as he observed him from the brush, his own green eyes lighting up as he realized he was playing. Making motor sounds with his mouth, Tails rolled a toy airplane through the long, wild grass. His tongue poked out as he accidentally blew raspberries amidst his very serious airplane noises.
“Pfft—” Sonic’s laugh nearly sputtered out of him, cut off only by the fact that the kid heard him and froze.
Ears swiveled in his direction, but Tails couldn’t see him through the trees from his spot on the stump. The toy airplane fell to the grass with a soft thump as the baby fox squirmed and tried to hoist himself up into a sitting position, his two blue boots dangling just over the edge as his bare hands planted themselves on the wood between them to support himself. One tail flicked up and down with excitement while the other twitched limply against the tree stump, like it didn’t know it could lift itself up like its twin.
“Mom?” he called out, and the hope in his voice ensnared Sonic’s heart in a vice. “Mom!”
“Ah, sorry, little guy. Not mom.” Sonic stepped out from behind the brush with his hands up, a sheepish smile on his face. “Just me. Long time no see.”
His tails immediately wilted as the bright-eyed, eager expression on his face retracted into something shy and pensive. But not scared, Sonic noted. There wasn’t a trace of fear in his eyes.
“Remember me? I stayed with you during that rainstorm the other night,” Sonic added, hoping to jog the little guy’s memory, but he didn’t actually know how long it had been since that night. 
He didn’t have Silver’s neat little time travel gizmos. His comm couldn’t pinpoint where he was in time, only in space. Which meant he couldn’t stay long, because if Tails or anyone else tried to ping his location, it’d probably come up blank. 
The Tails sitting in front of him drew his legs up, curling into himself a bit the closer Sonic got. Okay, well maybe he was a little afraid. Sonic stopped short of reaching the tree stump, hoping a reassuring smile would get him the rest of the way.
“My name’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog. What’s yours?”
Tails stared at him for a moment, until his gaze slowly slid past him to focus on the tree line behind him. Sonic planted his hands on his hips and canted his head back to see if anything was there, but aside from the buzz of insects and rustling of flickies in the leaves, the forest was still. No one else but the two of them smack dab in the middle of it.
“…Mom?” Tails whispered, grabbing onto one of his tails to hold.
Sonic’s smile slowly slid off his muzzle. In all the time he’d known Tails, he’d never once called for his mom. Not a single cry. By the time he came into Tails’s life, whatever innate trust he’d had for this faceless person had completely evaporated. There was only one person Tails had ever called out for, ever cried for, ever searched for when he was lost or scared or lonely.
Sonic swallowed thickly. “I don’t know where your mom is, bud. You waiting for her?” Tails nodded with the most intense certainty, his ears flopping forward and back with the force of it. “Did she… did she say when she’s coming back?” 
This time Tails pursed his mouth as he thought carefully about his answer, his pensive expression the same one he’d still make to this day when he debated how to explain something to him. If he should explain something to him. If he should give his big bro a glimpse into the inner workings of his big brain, or if it’d be easier—safer—to keep it all to himself.
And just where’d he pick up that particular trick?
But this Tails was young enough—hadn’t been hurt enough—to trust someone who looked like a grown-up, so he slowly shook his head in response, wide blue eyes gazing up at him like there’d be some sort of prize if he answered all the questions correctly. 
Sonic’s brow furrowed. “Do you know how long it’s been since you last saw her?”
“Long.” The small, squeaky voice was so matter-of-fact, Sonic nearly fell over with the sheer amount of joy a single syllable filled him with; his little bro’s attitude had been baked into him from the start.
“I’ll bet,” he huffed out a chuckle, choosing to sit cross-legged in the grass so he wasn’t towering over Tails like some kind of threat. “You like planes?” Sonic glanced meaningfully at the toy plane still discarded in the grass.
Tails glanced down at it, the tip of his tail in his mouth as he gently chewed on it. “Mmhm.”
Though Tails had long-outgrown the habit of chewing on his own tails, Sonic would still occasionally catch him nibbling on the ends of pens and pencils when he was deep in thought or starting to get hungry. Or, at least, he used to. Back before Sonic had been captured and Tails had been out on his own for six months…
“I like ‘em, too,” Sonic piped up with a grin. “Probably my favorite way to travel! Second to running, of course.”
Tails blinked at him, head canting to one side. Sonic’s smile grew and he scooched forward a couple inches, steadily closing the gap between them.
“Y’see, running’s sort of my thing. What kinda things do you like to do?”
Tails glanced down at the toy plane again, then up at the sky. He pointed shyly at the white, puffy clouds slowly floating by overhead. Sonic followed his gaze, unable to help the way his smile crooked to one side.
“You like to watch the clouds?” Sonic filled in for him, beaming when Tails nodded. “Me too. You ever look for shapes in ‘em?”
The little guy’s brow furrowed. “Shapes?”
Sonic laughed as the perplexed, and ultimately unconvinced, expression remained fixed on Tails’s face. “C’mere, I’ll show ya!”
Unceremoniously flopping onto his back, face turned towards the sky, Sonic patted the grass beside him. Though they were mostly shielded by the thick cover of trees, a light breeze still wafted down into the clearing and carried the salty scent of the sea with it. The stands of grass tickled Sonic’s side as he laid back and took a deep breath, listening for the familiar patter of eager footsteps following his lead.
Except they didn’t come.
Sonic pushed himself up onto his elbows. Tails was still curled up atop the tree stump, chewing on the tip of his tail as he watched him with worry in his eyes. Worry that had no place being there in a kid so young.
So Sonic cracked another smile. “Don’t worry. The floor’s not lava,” he teased, but it was something the toddler obviously didn’t understand. “It’s safe, bud. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Promise.”
Tails’s gaze darted to the treeline again, searching amongst their thick trunks and low-hanging branches before snapping back to Sonic. “Mm… s’pposed to wait here,” he mumbled, his words sounding a little thick as some of his syllables slurred together in a mouth that was still so small, but ultimately what he’d said was clear enough for Sonic to understand.
His smile slowly faded as he processed the simple explanation; the same feeling rising in the back of his throat as when he sat with a sick Tails in the cabin while the kid asked if he could go home. “Your mom tell ya that?”
Tails nodded. “Wait here. Be good.” His little face scrunched up in a look of pure, earnest determination. “Wait here an’ be good, then mom will come back. She said… she said.”
But she wouldn’t.
No one would.
And maybe Tails already knew that. Even if he didn’t want to believe that someone he loved would leave him, he’d always been a smart kid. Tails’s tiny claws caught in the fur of his tail as he clung tighter to it—like he could physically cling to the hope that his mom would still come back if he did this one thing really well.
If he did his very best.
“Look Sonic, I made this for you!”
“Sonic, I’ve made some adjustments to the Tornado’s aerodynamics, so her base speed has more than doubled! Pretty cool, huh?”
“I made a radar to help us track the Chaos Emeralds faster!”
“I still need to optimize your Extreme Gear’s turning radius and acceleration for your next race. It’s not good enough.”
“The Cyclone still has a ways to go in terms of balancing its different modes of transport. It’s just not good enough at land or air travel yet.”
“I’m wildly inconsistent. I’m just a burden to you. I’m not good enough.”
Not good enough.
Sonic’s fingers dug a little firmer into the soft, damp soil beneath the grass. “Well, I mean, ya gotta get off that stump sometimes. What about when you get hungry? You leave to go get food, dontcha?”
Tails stiffened, fur frizzed up like he’d been caught with his hand in the proverbial mint chocolate chip cookie jar. “Don’t tell,” he pleaded, eyes wide as panicked tears welled up. “I’m sorry—”
“Woah. Hey, hey, hey,” Sonic sat up straighter so he could lift his hands, using them to make a calming gesture as Tails’s little chest started to heave with each little gasp. “Easy there, bud. I’m not gonna tell her.”
“…Not?”
Despite the storm brewing just beneath the surface, faced with further confirmation that Tails had never truly felt safe or wanted, he refused to scare the kid with its intensity. Offering up a kind smile and reassurance, Sonic held up a finger to his mouth. Like they were keeping secrets from some nameless authority figure they’d never shared. 
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Tails’s ears perked up and the grip on his tail eased up. “M’kay…”
“M’kay,” Sonic mimicked, smile growing as he watched Tails scrub at his face with the fur of his forearm. “C’mere, kiddo. Watch the clouds with me.”
Tails looked at him for a moment, then scooted closer to the edge of the tree stump. He swung one leg over, then the other, his little boots scraping against the bark as he eased himself down. He was a little off-balance as he toddled over. Both arms splayed out to steady himself as one tail flicked up and the other was dragged behind him, still as limp and awkward as it had been on the stump.
Sonic’s gaze narrowed in on it immediately. “Didja hurt your tail?”
Tails paused and craned his neck back, wobbling a little as he tried to look behind him. “No,” he answered simply.
“Then how come it’s not up like your other one?”
Tails reached behind him and picked up the limp appendage, hugging it to his chest. “Doesn’t do it.”
Sonic’s frown deepened. “Let me see it.”
Tails didn’t even hesitate. He let go of his tail as he waddled right over to him. He turned his back to him, giving him complete access to the part of his body he protected the most. Sonic was the only one he’d learned to trust with them over the years, but he’d had to earn it. 
Sonic gently ran his fingers through the fur, watching his baby brother’s posture for any sign of discomfort. He didn’t flinch, but his good tail started wagging almost immediately, thwacking Sonic in the side of the face. 
“Careful with that,” he chuckled, catching it in a loose hold when it smacked him again. “You could take someone’s eye out with one of these bad boys. Here, hold onto this for me.”
He waited for Tails to grab onto his eager tail, hugging it hard when it wiggled uncontrollably. “S’tryna get away,” he giggled.
“Oh boy, better get a good grip. It’s a slippery one, that tail,” Sonic laughed, using the distraction to his advantage as he palpated along the base of the weaker tail with his fingertips.
There was barely any muscle to it, and the fur was patchy and matted, flattened in a way that his other tail clearly wasn’t, even though his fur overall could’ve used a good brushing. But it wasn’t injured, no welts or bruises or cuts. It was just… weak. Like it was developing slower than its twin. He’d caught a glimpse of it that night where he was sick, but now that he was getting a good look at it, the differences between the two were stark. He couldn’t imagine why; Sonic’s brain literally wouldn’t let him conceive of a situation where this would happen—where Tails wasn’t allowed to use one tail to the same extent as the other.
Whatever had caused this had reversed itself by the time Sonic met Tails, both little propellers of equal strength. At least, he thought they were. To be fair, he’d only been eleven and he hadn’t looked all that closely at them. And Tails barely let him patch him up from where he’d been smacked around by bullies or badniks in those first few weeks.
Idly petting along the length of his tail, Sonic stilled when it spasmed against his palm. Just looking at it, he’d have thought he accidentally pulled on it or snagged his fur, but there was a gentle rumbling sound emanating from Tails’s chest that assured him otherwise. Sonic flicked his gaze up to see Tails watching him, a smile on his face while he purred openly. His tail jerked in his hold again. It was trying to wag.
Sonic’s shoulders sagged, his own smile lopsided as he let his tail slip from his grasp. “All clear. Time to park those two tails of yours right here on the runway.”
Tails squeaked as Sonic nabbed him around the middle, but dissolved into a fit of giggles as he was lifted up and plopped down on the grass next to him. Kicking up one leg over the other, Sonic laid back once again, arms pillowed behind his head as he let out a contented sigh. Beside him, Tails laid back and wiggled a bit to get comfortable, both tails swept to the same side so they wouldn’t get pinched underneath him. He tilted his head up to look at the sky, the same color reflected back in his eyes.
“Shapes?” he asked.
“Yeah, we’re gonna look for shapes, little buddy,” Sonic hummed. “Go ahead and tell me what ya find.”
Tails considered the sky for a moment, then pointed at a blob above them. “Oval.”
A sharp laugh burst right out of Sonic. “Sorry, sorry,” he wheezed when Tails pouted at him. “Not those kinda shapes, pal. I’m talking things like flickies or flowers or chili dogs! But good first try. I’m thinking that one looks more like… a whale.”
“Whale?”
“Uh-huh. See the tail?” Sonic removed one hand from behind his head so he could trace the oblong cloud as it faintly curved upwards at the end, making sure Tails’s eyes followed where he pointed. “And there’s its fin. And the wispy bits at the top are like the water shooting out of its spout.”
“Spout,” Tails echoed, blinking up at it like he was trying to solve a puzzle. 
“Yeah, you know. Like when they come up from the water and all that mist sprays from that hole on top of their heads like…” A devious grin spread across Sonic’s face before he looped his arm around Tails and dragged him close enough to blow a raspberry against his cheek with a loud, “pbbbbbbfffft!”
Tails squealed, legs kicking as he squirmed about instinctively, but made no move to pull away entirely. The ticklish sensation buzzed through him like a bunch of tiny butterflies; the feeling silly, unfamiliar, and almost overwhelming all at once. He eventually pawed at Sonic’s muzzle, pushing it away from the fluffy, baby fur of his cheek, but he was smiling and laughing as he looked over at him, eyes shining with delight.
“Was that funny?” Sonic snickered.
“Yeah!” Tails beamed at him, his tails beating an inconsistent rhythm against the grass. “You’re funny.”
“I’m funny?” Sonic feigned offense. “Excuse me, but seems to me like you’re the funny one, wiggling around over here like a cup of sparkle gelatin!”
“No!” Tails squeaked, curling up when Sonic poked him in the tummy. 
“No?” Sonic eased back, reminding himself to reign it in a bit so he could figure out if the “no” was just in play or if he was serious. 
As much as he wanted to give this little guy something to smile and laugh about while he was out here on his own—and it was so easy, it was almost intoxicating when he hadn’t seen his brother’s smile in weeks—he didn’t want to overwhelm the kid. But as he let him go and pulled back, a panicked look flashed in Tails’s eyes. His smile fell and a fear that was too big for a guy so small replaced it as he froze up.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Sonic lowered his voice, but even that didn’t stop the tears from suddenly sprouting in the corners of his eyes. “Was that too much? Sorry, kiddo. Not really used to you like this. I don’t know your limits.”
Tails didn’t answer him, probably because he didn’t know how. He was a baby, after all. Four-year-old Tails had often had trouble expressing how he felt or what he wanted. And heck, even ten-year-old Tails was still facing that particular issue. He couldn’t expect a maybe-two-year-old to know…
Tails’s tiny paw reached for Sonic’s arm, the light touch barely registering as anything other than an itch before his fingers curled into his fur. Sonic stared at his hand for a second, then immediately darted to his face. Tails sniffed, muzzle quivering as he held back his tears.
Always sucking it up. Always putting on a brave face. Always trying to be a big kid, like his big bro.
Even when he was just a baby.
“It’s okay,” Sonic repeated, his arm curling around Tails again. “I’m right here, it’s okay.”
Tails nestled against his side, nuzzling his face against him with a shiver and a barely suppressed whimper. “Mom… dad…”
The storm returned with a white-hot flash of frustration and resentment. Sonic directed his glare at the cloud whale lazily floating past them, since he couldn’t look the people responsible for this in the eyes. Not that he particularly wanted to. If they never crossed paths, his and Tails lives would only continue on for the better. That was one thing he was still certain of. There was nothing in the universe that could convince him otherwise.
Not even the baby who desperately wanted them.
But he didn’t know any better. They were all he knew. 
Releasing a long sigh, Sonic let go of the past and pulled himself back into the present—or, well, two-year-old Tails’s present anyway. He patted Tails’s side, then ruffled his fur a bit when he cuddled closer. His fur tickled as he rubbed his little face against his ribs, so Sonic scooched him up a bit more until his cheek was pillowed against his shoulder.
“Sorry if I scared you, bud,” he hummed, watching as one of Tails’s ears twitched from the lull of his voice. “Didn’t mean to. You’re safe with me, okay? When I’m around, I’m always gonna do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
Tails tipped his head back to watch him, silently absorbing his words, even if he didn’t understand them. But as Sonic looked down at him, he saw his four-year-old brother snuggling up to him in a storm and his six-year-old brother falling asleep on him during a movie and his eight-year-old brother trying to be strong for Sonic as they lost another friend… He could see all of Tails in the way he looked at him, every moment where he let Sonic see a little of that vulnerability he always tried so hard to hide.
He could even see his ten-year-old brother, hundreds of miles away, determined to bury that vulnerable little kid for good, somewhere Sonic would never find him. And that was fine. If that was what Tails wanted, then Sonic wanted that for him. He wanted Tails to feel confident and capable and every bit the hero Sonic saw in him every day.
“And even when I’m not here… when you can’t see me? I’ll still be with you. Wherever you go, whatever you face, you won’t have to do it alone.”
Tails sniffed, then lifted his head to gaze up at him. “Pomise?”
Sonic’s breath hitched, his eyes as wide as saucers as the fox kit who’d only known him for a few minutes at most looked at him with nothing but trust. “Yeah. I promise.” He had to clear his throat, then tugged Tails up to sit on his chest. “You’ve got no idea just how stuck with me you are, keed.”
“No idea,” Tails repeated, shaking his head with the utmost seriousness a two-year-old could express.
Sonic’s laughter traveled through him and right up into Tails, the two of them shaking with it. The feeling of being bounced about coaxed a few giggles out of Tails and he nearly slid off his unsteady perch. But Sonic’s hands supported him, holding tight so he wouldn’t fall.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Sonic choked out as his laughter petered out on a breathless sigh. “Don’t ever forget that, okay?”
“M’kay,” Tails agreed.
“M’kay.” With one hand remaining on Tails’s waist, Sonic lifted the other to poke him on the tip of his nose, grinning at the way he went cross-eyed from following his finger. “I’m gonna follow up on that in eight years, y’know, so better work on committing that to memory, stat.”
“M’kay.”
“I mean it. There’ll be a test and everything.”
“M’kay.”
“You’re so agreeable,” Sonic sighed, closing his eyes as he laid his head back, leaving the comfortable weight of the baby fox on his abdomen. “I don’t think I know what to do with a little bro that actually listens to me.”
He felt Tails squirm a bit, one knee digging into his ribs as he attempted to scoot further up, then a finger lightly tapped Sonic on the tip of his nose. One green eye cracked open, immediately greeted with a pair of pleased blue ones and a wagging fox tail. Despite the fact that it was pinned beneath him, pressed into the grass, Sonic felt his tail give a jerky little wag, too.
“Shapes?” Tails asked.
“You wanna look for more shapes in the clouds?” Sonic waited for Tails’s eager nod before turning him around and laying him back in the grass beside him. “You got it, bud! You need a redemption round, after all. Let’s see what kinda shapes you can find this time.”
Tails hummed, contemplative gaze fixed on the clouds for a good minute before he pointed slightly to his left. “Floor!”
“Floor?” Sonic squinted up at the cloud, making sure he was looking at the right one. “Oh, ‘flower!’ Yeah, that does kinda look like a tulip flower. Good eye, kiddo.”
Tails nodded proudly. “Mmhm. Floor.”
“Flower,” Sonic repeated, and even made the sign for it, touching each side of his nose with his fingertips, like he was smelling a flower.
“Floor-er.”
“Close enough,” he chuckled. “Oh, okay, now that one looks like a crab claw. Like from a crabmeat.” Grinning devilishly, Sonic made a claw-like grabby motion at Tails with his hand while the little guy laughed. “Or, y’know, an actual crab.”
They watched the clouds, picking more shapes out of them until Tails’s stomach started growling. Sonic quickly sped through the forest to gather up whatever kind of fruits or vegetables were available on the island, eventually settling on some peaches, plums, and cherries. He grabbed them from the other side of the island, so as not to take from anywhere Tails was likely to forage on his own. He liked the plums and peaches, the sticky juice staining his muzzle as it dripped from his hands. He kept trying to lick his fingers clean while Sonic wiped the fur around his mouth so it wouldn’t bother him later when it dried. He didn’t care for the cherries as much, but Sonic still left a small stash of them and the leftover peaches at the base of the tree stump.
With a full tummy and sticky paws, Tails let out a big, squeaky yawn before he curled up on top of the tree stump. His tails covered him like a blanket as he settled down for a nap, giving Sonic just the out he needed. He’d been debating how to head back to his present time without sounding any alarms for Tails. He honestly wasn’t sure he’d be able to if the kid just looked at him with those sad eyes, like he was being abandoned all over again.
But if Tails was asleep, then maybe this would all have felt like just a dream. Sonic had just wanted to check on him after leaving him so abruptly that first time, and then he figured it couldn’t hurt to give him one good afternoon. There would be so many days where he’d be on his own after this, so many months before their paths would cross. One afternoon where a stranger showed him kindness and played with him wasn’t going to break the time stream, but even Sonic knew it couldn’t really go further than that.
“I’d break time lines for that kid.” His own words echoed at the back of his mind, the certainty he’d felt at the time faltering when faced with the sleepy face of a baby fox who wasn’t supposed to have met him yet. It wasn’t so simple.
Sonic waited until Tails’s breaths were deep and steady, arms wrapped around the weaker tail while the stronger one blanketed him with its fluff. Smoothing down his bangs with his thumb, Sonic gently stroked the top of his head and scritched behind his ear.
“Love ya, little bro,” he whispered.
Things would be okay, Sonic reminded himself as he backed out of the clearing, picking up the two emeralds that were his ticket back to his time. Because they were okay in the present. Even if Tails wouldn’t be there when he returned, they would still be okay. Eventually. They always came out on top. Sonic still believed that.
If there was anything he still believed in above all else, it was Tails.
So, to be fair, when he left the Poloy Forest that afternoon, it had been with the intention that this wouldn’t happen again.
But then, Sonic the Hedgehog’s impulse control wasn’t his claim to fame, was it?
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A/N: Anyway, just wanted to say thank you again, 0vergrown, and that I appreciate you so much! I'm so happy you're interested in this little side plot I've got brewing and all the angst potential that it holds <3 I have so many little scenes I want to write for them, you have no idea! Hope this scratches a bit of the itch for more of these boys who need so much therapy. So much...
And thank you everyone else who's also interested in this idea! Much love to all of you!
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sweetheartsofpanem · 2 months ago
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She Fell First - Soft Things Survive
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we get to see more of Y/N’s real personality here:’) i think i may love peeta and Y/N’s dynamic better than haymitch and Y/N’s lmao also i literally did a whole mapping of like how old her parents would’ve been during haymitch’s games and how old they were when she was born for it to like make sense that she’s 20 years younger😭 there might be mistakes in here but idk i’ve literally only gotten 3 hours of sleep these last few days, i’ll check for mistakes when i wake up later
warnings: refer to series masterlist
pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 3.17k
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It starts with the ceiling.
Not in any grand, earth-shattering way. Just the way the light hits it in the early hours—soft and golden, stretching across the plaster in gentle streaks. You’ve been lying there for what feels like hours, blanket bunched at your waist, one arm flung over your eyes. Your thoughts are loud. Too loud.
You move your arm. Stare at the ceiling again.
Okay. So. Something’s wrong with you.
Or not wrong, exactly. Just—something. Something you can’t name, and that fact alone is infuriating.
You haven’t slept much since the lake.
Every time you close your eyes, you’re back there again: sunlight skimming the water, Katniss and Peeta laughing somewhere behind you, the cold lake biting at your skin. And him.
Haymitch.
In the water. With his arms crossed and his usual scowl, scar catching the light in a way that made your breath catch.
Not because it was a scar. Because it was his.
You groan and fling your other arm over your face.
Why does he make you feel like this?
It’s not normal. It can’t be normal. Your heart does this thing now—stops, then stutters, then tries to catch up all at once when he looks at you. It’s inconvenient. It’s confusing. You want to be near him constantly. You want to hear his voice, even if it’s grumbling. Especially when it’s grumbling. You want to know what it would feel like if he touched your hand and didn’t pull away.
You stare at the ceiling like it has answers.
It doesn’t.
You sit up slowly, dragging your hands over your face. Your hair is a mess, your heart won’t stop thudding, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to die unless you figure out what this is.
You need Peeta.
He’ll know what to do.
You’re not even fully sure if you brushed your hair. You just pull on a hoodie and stomp across the Victor’s Village lawn barefoot like the ground offended you. The sun’s barely up—early enough that the dew still clings to the grass, that the air smells like wet stone and lavender from Katniss’ herb garden.
You don’t care. You’re on a mission.
Their front door isn’t locked. It never is. You throw it open and march inside.
“Peeta Mellark,” you call, already halfway through the living room. “I need your brain.”
There’s a startled crash from the kitchen, followed by a muffled, “Jesus—Y/N?”
You appear in the doorway to find him in pajama pants, holding a wooden spoon like it might save his life. There’s something bubbling on the stove behind him, and flour dusts his chest like he lost a fight with a baking tin.
He blinks at you. “Do you… want toast?”
“I want clarity,” you announce, dramatically collapsing onto one of the chairs at the table. “I think I’m dying.”
Peeta lowers the spoon very slowly. “From what?”
“I don’t know.” You wave a hand. “Something horrifying. It’s making my heart do this stupid fluttery thing and my stomach’s being a weirdo and my brain keeps playing flashbacks like it’s a Capitol propaganda reel.”
He turns off the burner with a sigh and grabs two mugs from the cabinet. “How long has this been going on?”
You drop your forehead to the table. “Since the lake.”
Peeta pauses mid-pour. “Oh.”
You lift your head slowly. Narrow your eyes. “Why’d you say it like that?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You said ‘oh.’ That’s definitely something.”
He sets a mug in front of you. “And who, exactly, is starring in these little mental flashbacks of yours?”
You take the mug and squint at the steam. “No one.”
He waits.
You groan and let your head thunk back down. “Haymitch.”
Peeta doesn’t laugh. He just sips his drink calmly, like he’s been expecting this since the dawn of time.
You lift your head again. “Peeta.”
He hums. “Mm-hmm?”
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s called a crush.”
You stare at him. “No it’s not.”
“Yes it is.”
“No. It’s—he makes me want to be near him all the time and also run away screaming.”
“Crush.”
“And sometimes when he says things, I forget what words are.”
“Classic.”
“I think about him more than is legally allowed.”
Peeta sips again. “That’s the one.”
You stare down at your mug, horrified. “This can’t be happening.”
He reaches over and pats your hand sympathetically. “Welcome to the club.”
You sit in stunned silence for a long moment.
Then: “Ew.”
Peeta finally laughs.
You take a long, scalding sip of tea like it’ll burn the feeling out of you. “Okay, but maybe it’s not a crush.”
Peeta leans on the back of a chair, looking entirely too smug. “Go on.”
You gesture vaguely with your mug. “Like—he’s my friend. Right? He’s Haymitch. I trust him. That’s huge for me. It’s probably just a trust thing. Maybe I feel weird around him because of, you know… trauma or something.”
Peeta tilts his head, all faux sympathy. “Because nothing says unresolved trauma like wanting to sit closer to someone every time they breathe.”
You glare. “I do not—”
“You do. You orbit him like a plant that needs sunlight.”
You clutch your mug tighter. “Okay, but maybe I just—like him. As a person.”
“I would hope so. You called him your emotional support grump last week.”
You look away. “That was a joke.”
“Was it?”
You scowl into your tea. “Look, I think it’s just because he gets me. And it’s rare. And it’s confusing, sure, but not romantic. I mean, my heart doing the whole skip-a-beat thing could just be—panic.”
Peeta stares at you.
You nod to yourself. “Definitely panic.”
“Y/N.”
“What?”
He puts his cup down, comes to sit beside you at the table, and props his chin on his hand. “Yesterday you literally said, and I quote, ‘he makes my brain go fuzzy and my limbs feel like pudding.’”
You groan. “I was joking!”
“You were not. You were staring into space like you were watching a slow-motion Capitol soap opera.”
You narrow your eyes. “I think you’re making this worse.”
He smiles. “I think you’re in denial.”
“I think you’re enjoying this.”
“Deeply.”
You slap his arm lightly. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
You sigh, dragging your fingers down your face. “What do I even do with this?”
Peeta shrugs. “Nothing. Just… let it be what it is. Crushes aren’t terminal.”
You mutter, “Feels like it.”
He nudges your foot under the table. “You’ll survive. He’s not exactly going anywhere.”
You lift your gaze to meet his, finally quiet. “You really think that’s what this is?”
Peeta nods. “Yeah. I really do.”
You stare at your tea again, watching the steam curl up from the rim.
“Oh no,” you whisper.
Peeta pats your hand. “There it is.”
You drop your head to the table with a thud. “How am I supposed to see him after discovering this horrifying fact?”
Peeta leans over, peering at you. “Like you always do. With your whole face and everything.”
You lift your head just enough to glare at him. “This isn’t funny.”
He smiles. “It’s a little funny.”
You groan and bury your face in your hands. “I have a crush on Haymitch Abernathy. Haymitch. Haymitch.”
“Trust me, you’ve said it enough times to make it real.”
“I feel like my entire brain just committed treason.”
Peeta rests his chin in his hand again. “You’ve been making heart eyes at him for weeks. I was starting to think you knew.”
“I thought I was just… emotionally unwell.”
“Well, yes, but also—” He dodges the piece of bread you throw at his face. “—and you have a crush.”
You groan again, flopping back dramatically in the chair. “I can’t just casually hang out with him now. He’ll know.”
“He won’t.”
“He will.”
Peeta raises an eyebrow. “Y/N, the man once tried to climb onto your roof to fix a shingle and fell asleep halfway up the ladder. He’s not exactly tuned into nuance.”
You throw an arm over your face. “What if I blush?”
“You won’t.”
“I might.”
“You definitely will.”
“Peeta!”
He grins. “You’ll be fine.”
You peek at him from under your arm. “You swear?”
“On my bread flour.”
You snort. “That’s sacred.”
“Exactly.”
You sit up slowly, clutching your tea like it might ground you. “Okay. Okay. So I have a crush. I just… won’t do anything about it. Easy. Simple. Fine.”
“Famous last words.”
You shoot him a look. “I’m going to deny this until I die.”
Peeta grins. “I’ll carve it into your gravestone.”
You sigh, leaning back against the chair again. “This is a nightmare.”
He nudges your foot. “It’s kind of sweet.”
You glance at him, eyes narrowed. “Don’t say that.”
“I won’t. I’ll just be here, silently judging.”
You groan again, dragging a hand through your hair. “I hate feelings.”
Peeta lifts his cup. “To feelings.”
You clink your mug against his. “May they die in a fire.”
You sit in silence for all of three seconds before your face twists again.
“Oh my God. He’s literally only four years younger than my parents. This is so gross.”
Peeta chokes on his tea. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”
You clutch your forehead like the weight of your revelation might actually crush your skull. “What is wrong with me? There are young people out there. People who don’t make dramatic noises when they sit down or threaten puzzles.”
“He’s Haymitch. That’s what’s wrong with you.”
“I need a lobotomy.”
Peeta raises his eyebrows. “And here I thought you needed therapy.”
“Both. I need both.”
He sips his tea, far too calm for your spiraling. “Hey, for what it’s worth… you seem happier lately. Calmer.”
You squint at him like he just suggested something offensive. “So you’re saying the problem is that he makes me feel good?”
“I’m saying the bar is on the floor and Haymitch tripped over it into your heart.”
You drag a hand down your face. “I’m gonna be sick.”
“You want toast for the road?”
“I want to go back in time and not feel like this.”
“You could just avoid him forever,” he offers, ever so helpful.
You blink. “You’re right. I’ll fake my own death. I’ll move into the woods. Change my name to Pinecone.”
“Pinecone?”
“It’s a strong name.”
“You’ll last three hours.”
You sigh and lean forward again, resting your arms on the table. “What if it doesn’t go away?”
Peeta just smiles at you—soft, kind. “Then it’s not just a crush.”
You groan for the sixth time in ten minutes. “I hate you.”
He grins. “You love me.”
You shove his shoulder. He shoves back, gentle.
And then he says, “Hey.”
You look up.
“It’s not a bad thing. Feeling stuff. Wanting something good. It just means you’re still here.”
You nod, slower this time. “Still here.”
A pause.
Then—
“Still grossed out by the age thing, though.”
Peeta nearly spits out his tea. “Pinecone, please.”
The floor creaks behind you and you both glance up just in time to see Katniss shuffle into the kitchen, hair a mess, eyes squinting against the morning light like it’s personally offended her.
“Why are you guys being so loud,” she mutters, voice gravelly with sleep.
Peeta doesn’t even blink. “Y/N’s in love with Haymitch.”
You make a noise so high-pitched it might only be audible to birds. “Peeta!”
Katniss stops mid-step, blinks once, then zeroes in on you. You attempt to melt into the table.
She frowns. “You’re being weird.”
“I am not being weird,” you lie, instantly and with conviction.
“She’s being very weird,” Peeta confirms helpfully, grinning behind his mug.
Katniss just stares at you, arms crossed. “Your face is doing a thing. The thing where you’re lying.”
You throw your hands up. “I am not in love with Haymitch!”
Katniss raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you were.”
You freeze.
Peeta sips his tea. “Oh no.”
Katniss narrows her eyes at you like she’s trying to solve a particularly annoying puzzle. “Wait. Are you?”
“No!”
She tilts her head.
You crack. “Maybe! I don’t know! I came here for answers and instead I’ve been bullied for thirty minutes!”
Katniss stares for another long second, then walks to the counter, grabs a cup, and pours herself some tea like this is the most boring thing she’s heard all week.
You watch her, waiting for her to make fun of you or say something awful. Instead, she just shrugs.
“Could be worse,” she says.
You blink. “…What?”
She glances over her shoulder. “He likes you.”
Your throat makes an uncomfortable, traitorous little noise.
Peeta goes, “Wait, what?” at the exact same time you say, “What?!”
Katniss just sips her tea. “Don’t ask me for details, he hasn’t said anything. You two just flirt like idiots. It’s not that hard to see.”
You cover your face with both hands.
Peeta looks far too pleased. “This is the best morning of my life.”
Katniss yawns and leans against the counter. “I need toast.”
You peek through your fingers. “Can we pretend this conversation never happened?”
Katniss shrugs again. “Sure. But he’s probably thinking about you right now. With your dumb face and your lake hair.”
You groan into the table.
Peeta pats your back. “You did this to yourself.”
You stand abruptly, nearly knocking over your chair in the process. “I have to go. I need to be alone. To process.”
Peeta blinks. “You’re being dramatic again.”
“I’m being normal about a catastrophic revelation.” You clutch your hands to your chest like you’re starring in a tragic Capitol opera. “I’m going to bury myself under a blanket and think about my life choices.”
Katniss, already halfway through a piece of toast, says, “Tell Haymitch hi.”
You point a finger at her, eyes wide. “No.”
She shrugs. “He’s probably outside.”
Peeta stifles a laugh behind his mug. “Good luck with your… emotions.”
You spin on your heel, ignoring the snort Katniss doesn’t even try to hide, and storm dramatically toward the door—because if there’s one thing you’re allowed today, it’s a dramatic exit.
You're halfway to your house when you finally look up from scowling at the ground.
And immediately freeze.
Because of course he’s there.
Haymitch is sitting on your porch, legs stretched out, flask in hand. The chair creaks slightly as he tips his head back against the siding. He doesn’t notice you at first—his eyes are closed, face tilted toward the sun like he’s soaking it in.
You hesitate, already halfway turned back toward Katniss and Peeta’s. Go back inside. Flee. Pretend you forgot something.
Then he cracks one eye open and looks right at you.
“Morning,” he says, voice low and scratchy from disuse. “You look like someone just told you your house burned down.”
You blink. “Uh. Hi.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Something wrong with your legs or are you planning to stand there and stare all day?”
You scowl, forcing your feet to move. “I’m walking. Look at me go.”
“Impressive,” he mutters. “Really showin’ off that coordination.”
You step onto your porch, trying not to look like a person freshly struck by the realization that she might be in love with the grumpy man currently roasting her in flannel pajama pants.
He watches you settle into your porch swing like it’s a normal day. Like you’re not falling apart inside. Like your heart isn’t beating in your throat for reasons you don’t want to examine too closely.
You stare straight ahead, voice carefully even. “I came home to be alone.”
He takes a lazy sip from his flask. “And yet, here I am.”
You glance sideways at him. “You’re always here.”
Haymitch meets your eyes, something unreadable flickering across his face. “So are you.”
Your stomach does something annoying.
You look away first.
You want to go inside. You should go inside. There’s tea to be made, and laundry you could pretend to fold, and an entire house you could pace just to burn off the nervous energy clawing at your ribs. Sitting here on the porch isn’t helping—especially not with him three feet away, looking entirely too comfortable in the morning light.
And yet. You sit.
“You look like you’re contemplating something real stupid,” he says, not even looking up from the flask he’s fiddling with.
You blink, drag your gaze away from his profile, and try to assemble your thoughts into something that doesn’t sound like I think I like you and it’s ruining my life.
“Just thinking,” you say.
“Dangerous habit.”
You hum, forcing a casual tone. “Was debating going inside.”
“You should,” he says. “You look twitchy.”
“I am not twitchy.”
“You’re twitchy,” he insists, nodding sagely.
You narrow your eyes. “Maybe I was gonna go inside. And now I’m staying just to spite you.”
He smirks. “Knew the stubborn streak’d kick in eventually.”
You lean back against the porch railing, folding your arms. “You always this annoying or is it a skill you’ve been perfecting?”
“Oh, honey,” he says, flashing you a grin. “This is me being charming.”
You bark a laugh—short, sharp, unexpected. “Terrifying.”
“Works on some people.”
You do not let your face react to that. You do not let your brain react to that. You simply look out at the road and pretend your skin doesn’t feel too warm, like every word he says soaks a little deeper than it should.
Silence stretches. Easy. Familiar. Murderous to your current mental state.
Eventually, he shifts, glancing over at you again. “You’re not gonna start doing something weird, are you?”
You blink. “Define weird.”
“I don’t know. Like, start crying or confessing your undying love or something. You’ve got that look.”
You choke. “What look?”
He waves a hand. “The talking-about-feelings look.”
“I do not have that look.”
“You do.”
“Take it back.”
“Nope.”
You glare at him. He looks far too pleased with himself.
“You’re insufferable,” you mutter.
“Aw. I missed you too.”
You roll your eyes and tip your head back against the swing. The sky above is clear, soft blue fading into late afternoon gold.
Haymitch settles deeper into his chair, opening his flask and taking a slow sip.
You glance at him, trying to sound snarky. “Why are you even on my porch?”
“This chair is more comfortable than the one on my porch. Plus you usually aren’t awake this early so I don’t have to deal with you being a brat.”
“So I’m ruining it?”
He tilts his head. “Enhancing it. Just barely.”
You exhale, pretending that doesn’t feel like a compliment. “You’re in a good mood today.”
“You’re easy to bother. That helps.”
You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. And when the silence falls again, you let it. Even though your pulse is loud in your ears. Even though your hands fidget in your lap. Even though you could absolutely get up and go inside right now.
You don’t.
You stay.
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milkkytxars · 2 months ago
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(This is not going to be like my other posts but I think it's nice, bear with me for a bit)
Something I said got a bunch of likes on twt a few days ago, but I can't stop thinking about it so I wanted to expand on it a bit! (And I like rambling on about these things, nothing you can do on twt I assure you, this gets a bit lengthy)
Here's the interaction for reference:
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OK SO! First things first: PV's awakened form, one way or another, IS a direct representation of the Fount of Knowledge. Or well, at the very least it's what we've been shown to be the most idealistic form of him.
We can't know for sure how the Fount of Knowledge actually was like or acted, because Shadow Milk will never get vulnerable enough on screen to let the audience know such things, but if the statue of him is anything to go by (and not a fabricated lie) then we have something to work with.
The Fount of Knowledge has a key opening in the middle of his chest, and coincidentally, he's also carrying his soul jam on his staff which has the form of a key. This could be interpreted as him having the answers that others' (cookies) can unlock.
However, if we pay closer attention to the pictures, we'll see that the Fount's key is a bit "weird"
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As you can see, not only are there two teeths in the key, but there's also a large space from the end of the staff to the point where the first teeth appears.
If someone were to literally try to insert this key into Fount's keyhole to try and get it open, it would pierce through Fount! The key is simply too large, and it doesn't seem like complicated teeth would actually fit inside the hole either.
Now, let's see Pure Vanilla's staff!
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As you can see, he only has one teeth right at the bottom of the key. This is how most functional keys look!
One interpretation could be that Fount never actually held the key towards true knowledge, which is a fault that made him fundamentally imperfect towards his greater purpose. Another reason why he fell into deceit in the first place.
Pure Vanilla, however, as holder of the light of truth, also holds a functional key as his staff. He carries that truth with him and plans to open up a path to himself and keep finding out new truths of the world.
His key isn't going to open all keyholes, just as the path he leads isn't going to let him find everything there is to know, but if he holds the truth close to his heart (therefore, the soul jam at his chest) he will continue to follow the light.
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But let's circle back to Shadow Milk.
He is the beast of deceit, and he hides so much of himself that you could even call his whole current identity a lie, as if he was trying to be deceit incarnate just like he once was the representation of knowledge.
Let's remember now, that we can interpret the key hole on his chest when he was Fount as an opening to himself, and therefore, to knowledge.
Basically the truth of himself, if I'm making any sense with this.
When he turns into Shadow Milk though, where does he hold his soul jam of deceit? Right where the keyhole was! Essentially, he's obscuring the truth of the world and of himself with lies.
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Now, what does Pure Vanilla say at the end of BY8?
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He says that he is the one who can understand him best, that he's the only one who can understand Shadow Milk.
And while it's mentioned that it's because of their shared soul jam, this is not the only reason why.
Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla are very important to each other, in whatever way you want to see it. They're essential to each other's story and development.
In the end, the reason why they can understand each other so well is because they're pretty similar. At least in the way they feel, or have felt, about the world.
There's a reason why Pure Vanilla turned into Truthless Recluse after all. Even if it was for a short amount of time, those were still his real feelings, and they mirrored Shadow Milk's own.
The fact that Awakened Pure Vanilla holds a key is to find his own truth, and this fact cannot be diminished. However, I think it would be a disservice to his character and their relationship if it's not also acknowledged that Pure Vanilla's truth fundamentally involves Shadow Milk's true self too.
Fount of Knowledge, as much as that's a discarded persona, it's also a part of Shadow Milk he cannot erase. And Pure Vanilla understands this the same way he understands that Truthless Recluse was a part of himself too.
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Pure Vanilla's staff as a key, exists to unlock the hidden lock Shadow Milk has buried deep into his past. Because Shadow Milk's truth is also Pure Vanilla's truth.
That's why he embraces deceit, because Shadow Milk is deceit. And Pure Vanilla tries to make Shadow Milk embrace the truth too, that's why he asks him to be his friend.
Pure Vanilla is truth, so by asking Shadow Milk to be friends with him, he's asking him to embrace truth.
This entails Shadow Milk accepting his past, which Pure Vanilla has the key to unlock now with his awakening and the arduous journey he underwent in the spire to find himself. A key that has long been tossed away by Shadow Milk when he stopped being the Fount of knowledge.
Therefore, while Pure Vanilla's key can't crack open every lock in his way, it is designed by default for its priority to be opening Shadow Milk's heart/soul.
(One last thing would also be that Pure Vanilla's staff, from having a light, technically is also traversing through the darkness in Shadow Milk. I don't want to go into too much detail because this is better explained by this post, go check their stuff out on both of their accounts, it's really good!)
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Anyways, that's it, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Maybe I'll post another analysis in the future if this is well received lol (I have this idea of PV's awakened form being Fount's but reverse if that makes sense???)
Bye now ❤
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why-animals-do-the-thing · 1 year ago
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Animal reference photo compilation concept test!
I've been saving this project for a new website I'm planning, but that's been delayed by the grindstone of capitalism, so I'm going to set up this part early. This is the concept test for a repository of reference photos of a whole bunch of different species of exotic animals.
For every 50 or so photos I take of an animal, there's generally only a couple that I like and are also in focus and also framed correctly. But that led me to realize... all those slightly blurry or off-center photos are probably a great set of references for people interested in general shape/form/movement for their art! So I'm setting up of the idea before fully committing the time into making it happen.
I've been going through my photo backlog and pulling out the shots I think will be useful for art references. Lots of them show posture, facial movement, close-ups of feet or eyes, and walk cycles, but also other behaviors like jumping or drinking. They're not perfect - there's often stuff out of focus or reflections on the glass - but I think they'll still be useful for art?
The link below is to the Dropbox where I'll host these photos until I eventually get that new website/project up and running. Right now I've got folders of four species uploaded for this test: California Condor (CW for carcass feed photos), Jaguar, Komodo Dragon, and Moose. Please go check them out and tell me what you think!
~~WADTT Animal Reference Photos Dropbox Link~~
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What I'm looking to learn from y'all is:
Is this type of reference photo repository useful / worth doing?
Do these photos work or are they too blurry/wonky/there's too many?
What things would make a project like this better? (Caveat, it has to stay on Dropbox for now).
If this turns out to be as useful as I'm hoping, and the photos work, I've got a whole bunch more species to upload.
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soularsss · 11 months ago
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Drawing Likeness: with Tem!
okaay since a few people actually showed interest in me sharing a bit of what I've been doing to figure out how to really capture likeness, specifically Temuera Morrison, I figured id do my best to write it out
I am also going to entice you with some of my recent clone art! (oooh some of it is unreleaaasedd)
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I am putting the whole thing under the cut because I have a feeling its going to be long:
Read more!!!
a couple disclaimers before we start
-This is not some definite post about how everyone should be drawing clones, nor is it in any way claiming that this is the right way. This is just my musings as I stare at a mans face for way too long and try to replicate it
-I am inexperienced. As kind as you all are to me, drawing real people is relatively new to me, capturing a persons identity through their features is difficult for anybody, and I am no different. I have watched many a video on likeness and had my share of classes, but If im being honest, i rarely put it into practice successfully. So there'll probably be errors in this post or things i will come back to in a few months and wish I had said/done differently
ANYWAYs you guys get my vibe im just here to ramble and today we are rambling about mr copy paste. I am doing this for Law, my clone boy, because I plan on delving further into oc fanart and I want to put effort into representing him correctly!
SO LETS BEGIN
Before even deciding what specific pose of a person I want to draw, I tend to grab a bunch of references and compile them like so
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(all of these can be found on my pinterest)
Why so many? Well, we are about to delve into facial features, so when we are dealing with photos we have to take into account that there are an abundance of circumstances that will influence how a persons face will appear, some of these include:
focal length: All of these are taken on different devices, and focal length can play a big part in distorting faces
age will play a part, your face changes a bunch throughout your life!
lighting, while not as major, can muddy the waters and make it difficult to interpret facial planes and features
SO, to make sure we get a proper grasp of what's really going on, I like to make sure we have lots of options to compare and contrast with.
Next up! What I like to do is block out the main facial features with colour on different layers, the features I block out usually are the general face shape, eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips. But what you are looking for is the defining features of a person, so that could include other things! Maybe a scar, or some particularly prominent cheekbones.
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I dont have any rhyme or reason when it comes to picking my colours, all that matters is you can see all the shapes clearly.
Now I may be biased, because Ive been staring at these for 4 hours, but notice how it still looks like Tem? :D
Anyways, now we can break these parts down, and you'll see what I mean about compare and contrast:
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We'll start with isolating the facial shape, putting all these next to eachother you'll notice they arent exactly the same (partly because of my shoddy work) But the distinguishing features run through each shape! Namely the very soft rectangular shape I sketched out in the bottom right there. Along with his soft, wide jaw structure.
I did the same for the rest of his features!
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You'll notice I highlight the prominent shapes and ratios,
When drawing anything, it is important to start from the very base shapes and build up.
When drawing something you want to look like someone, those shapes relative to other shapes is what makes it look like them.
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I didnt use the same technique with his eyes and lips, but I wrote out some helpful info for them! More importantly for his eyes.
When drawing eyes, I find the most important part is where exactly I draw the creases, (along with the overall shape of the eye itself) it is important to understand where those will present themselves with hooded eyes.
NOW, with an understanding of his facial features in place, lets take a detour to colours:
before I start, a couple things to note:
-Temuera morrison versus the clone troopers in the animated shows:
While I love the animated shows they don't exactly stay close to their source material. Im going to link here to an excellent post discussing whitewashing specifically in relation to the clones.
Temuera is Māori, of Te Arawa (Ngāti Whakaue) and Tainui (Ngāti Maniapoto, Ngāti Rarua) whakapapa, and also has Scottish and Irish ancestry.
The Māori people are the indigenous Polynesian people of mainland New Zealand (Aotearoa). Māori originated with settlers from East Polynesia. Māori people often vary in skin tone, Skin colour doesn't determine ethnicity. There's often a correlation but it's not a requirement.
But that is a tangent! What we are aiming for is to stay true to Temuera.
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Bringing back my reference photos from before, Ive colour picked a buncha values and theyre all over the place. Why doesnt this work?
Similarly to earlier, you have to take into account the photos themselves. Many things like lighting, colour grading (when it comes to filmography) and makeup, can alter how a skin colour presents in photo.
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You can attempt to get true to life by swatching from certain places on the face. Here I've tried to pick some photos with good lighting, and I've also tried to avoid overly lit/shaded areas.
Tem has a very warm, tan skin tone, Instead of colour picking I tend to try and replicate it myself, but I do often bring in references to make sure Im staying true to the source!
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a brief intermission to talk about colour theory, something I myself struggle with alot. Often, when putting in flat colours without a background, I will forget to make sure the colours i intend to use will work with the skin tone i have picked! (something that is apparent in older works of mine, not just in relation to clones, but in general, the colours I end up with stray largely from their original sources and it is something I am doing my best to keep in mind and improve in! Although I don't think i am nearly experienced enough in the topic to say I have succeeded yet lol.)
anyways back to Tem :))
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Now we can put all of that into practice! Things to keep in mind when drawing out a piece next to a reference like this:
the distance between the eyebrows? how far down his face does his nose go? Basically just, in relation to eachother, where do all those shapes we found earlier, sit?
The screenshot above is from before I did it myself, but instead of directly tracing from the reference, a handy trick I use it to complete your sketch first, and then overlay a traced version to see where your inconsistencies are! Alternatively, you could move your sketch over the image, but I didnt do it that way so!! uh!! im sure it works exactly the same!!!!
When it comes to a final illustration, or any sketch that isnt a direct study, of course you can push and pull and stylise! You'll see below that I'm not exactly 1:1 to my reference photo either.
The important thing with stylisation, or at least my own personal understanding of stylisation is that you need to thoroughly understand the thing you are stylizing! "You need to know the rules to break them" and all that. While shapes, lines and rendering can change, when it comes to drawing someone, and making it look like them, you have to make sure to keep their core features true to source. Caricature can capture a persons vibe whilst drastically exaggerating features, but it will only look like them if you KEEP THOSE FEATURES!!!! SHAPES!!! AHHH!!
But that is just my perspective on the discussion of style versus realism, please dont take is as Law, I dont know what Im on about half the time!!
anyways, after fixing your sketch, add local colours!
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I rexified him because why tf not! But this is where you can go crazy with that clone personalization!
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And then here is a very very barely rendered version (if you guys want me to explain how i RENDER that would need to be a completely different post, and I havent had anyone ask about it yet so who knows! maybe one day) But I digress, hopefully you learnt something new through my ramblings! It has certainly helped me organize my thoughts and I have also found some areas I would like to focus more on in the future to improve my own art!
TLDR: In order to understand an object, be it a face or a building or literally anything, you have to break it down to its simplest forms, understanding LARGER shapes will help you immensely in the long run
If you guys like this sorta content do let me know! I'd be down to do similar things for armor/anything really, I am very anti gatekeep so really anything at all you want to know! Send me an ask :))
also if you see a spelling mistake.. i don’t know how that got there
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bluemoonpunch · 11 days ago
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🌟A Soul Mate Reading for Park Jimin - Tarot & Oracle Reading
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[Performed: May 22, 2025 / Posted: June 2, 2025]
VOTING RESULTS!
Soul Mate Reading — 66.1%
Past, Present Future — 22.2%
Soul Map Reading — 19.4%
Crystal Garden — 19.4%
*Just a reminder! For this reading, I’m focusing on energy signatures and projections, meaning, NO, I can not see exactly who this person is that is connected to Jimin, and even if I could, would that be my business to share? No! So, please, just enjoy the vibes, it’s a really great one! :D
NOTES
I’m quite excited to do this reading because something about Jimin just makes me so gushy when I think about him getting all loved up by someone he loves just as much. I really can’t stop smiling about it. Maybe it’s just his Libra energy coming through, but as soon as I started tapping into the romantic connections, focusing on the most prominent romantic soul mate connection he will have, or already has in this lifetime, so much stuff started coming through in big warm waves. The biggest theme? BIRDS! So many birds! All kinds of birds!
The first thing I saw for this connection were two swans, huddled together, chest to chest, heads coming together to form a heart out of their necks. I wrote down, “old school romance.“ It feels quite classic, like the high school sweethearts that would share their first kiss while riding through “the tunnel of love,” on one of those wooden swan boats. There’s something so youthful and playful about this connection, but it’s wrapped up in this feeling of two people who are 100 years old and have been together forever, softened and blended into their relationship to the point where there’s no accurate label — dating? Married? Soul bonded? None of it fits! They’re just together in every way and there’s no question to it, no insecurity, no doubt. I just see everything fusing together into a new form that becomes something natural, something that always was and will be. A very strong and clear soul connection that ripples out through the body and mind. Genuinely delightful.
I then saw flashes of a bunch of other birds. Flamingos, penguins, owls, cranes, and parakeets were the ones I could recognize. With this I heard, “mate for life,” which was laying out the obvious one-and-done type of relationship, but I was also seeing it go in a couple of other directions with “mate” referring to a friend, and referring to a shipmate, like a partner on a pirate ship. There are levels to this connection where the loyalty of friendship and the trust of a “partner in crime” are integral elements to the life-long romantic dedication that this relationship is swimming in. If we think about these two being the swans, this trust and loyalty is the water they’re floating on, it’s the foundation of the whole thing. This can imply that this person would be friends with Jimin first, or even if the romantic elements of this relationship do not last, the friendship would persist even after the romantic relationship ended — although, at this point, I don’t see that being a possibility with the way they seem to just get fused together once the relationship begins!
Doubling down on that, I also heard, “this commitment knows no other,” which came with the sound of bells or some kind of chimes, which made me think of a wedding, as well as the 100 year olds who have been together forever, sitting outside listening to the windchimes sings. There’s a very strong desire on both sides to establish commitment, but it goes so deep in each individual it’s hard to even wrap my mind around it in order to put it into words. It’s like, in my mind, the idea of being deeply in love with someone begins with a 50/50 kind of projection and reciprocation, like when two people come together they create 100% of love… these two feel more like they’re overflowing as individuals, like they’re just so unbelievably in love with each other that they’re spilling out oceans worth of love that could drown out the whole world, and perhaps that’s exactly what this love does.
They really do seem to have a “no one else exists in the whole Universe when I look at you,” type of vibe going on because I kept seeing their energies sitting under a glass dome, them being in their own little world, away from everyone and everything else. It’s not literal, they’re not isolated or hidden away, but this is how they would make each other feel. There’s a big emphasis on both sides feeling incredibly safe with each other, wrapped up, tucked away in each other's energy. This safety is for both of them, but this other person takes it to another level by, on a conscious level, really seeking to protect Jimin. Mentally, emotionally, and physically this person is amplifying this safe energy, grabbing onto it, and wrapping Jimin up in it in any and every way they possibly can. It’s so strict as well, like a literal line of security guards modeled after this one person — “You will NOT be sad! You will NOT be in pain! You will NOT hate yourself! You will NOT doubt yourself! No harm will come to you! Not on my watch!”
I was so overwhelmed by this energy when I really stepped into it and like, damn, you really need to be BUILT to handle that kind of love. You need to be able to actually accept it, hold it, and carry it, and thankfully, Jimin and this other person were clearly designed for each other because, good lord, if someone tried to love me like that, I think I’d just explode into a big puff of confetti. Couldn’t handle it.
I wanted to focus a bit more on this other person to see how they see Jimin, to get a better feel for things on their end specifically. I was getting more birds, but what was being highlighted was the idea that this person sees Jimin as a “rare bird,” as someone who is incredibly unique and special, and also a little hard to catch, pin down, or hold onto. I was seeing this as another version of that glass dome where, rather than seeing them both inside, this other person was capturing Jimin and sticking him under the dome in an effort to hold onto him and protect him. It was quite funny actually because I felt like I could hear this person sighing while I was looking at this image being like, “you have no idea how hard it was to even get him in the house!”
With this, I was seeing a situation, perhaps demonstrating the beginnings of this relationship, where this person was sitting on the front porch of a house in a little chair while bird watching. They admired birds from afar all the time, mostly just admiring their songs, but then, one day, the wildest sound hit their ears. This shook them out of their relaxed state and had them looking all around the trees for whatever bird was making this sound. They eventually find him, the little Jimin bird, the most beautiful bird this person has ever seen with the most glorious song this person has ever heard. For days and days, this person takes their chair out into the yard to sit right underneath Jimin’s tree, to admire him and listen to his song. This person gets quite comfortable with the idea that this lovely bird will just always be there, until one day, uh-oh, Jimin flew away! And apparently this person didn’t know that was a thing that could happen. (I’m actually laughing so hard though, they really seem so flabbergasted that Jimin would step out and start flirting with someone else if he’s not in a committed relationship. Honey, that’s a Libra you’re dealing with!)
After this incident, which apparently was quite earth-shattering for this poor soul, they went on a mission to capture the little Jimin bird. There seems to have been just a wee bit of lemon juice in that little Jimin bird because apparently he was up in that tree singing and dancing for this person the whole time, and after days and days (possibly years, oh my god) of just being STARED AT, he figured that person didn’t want him. So he took off. Now, obviously, I’m not gonna be privy to all the details here, but golly gee, it sure does seem like Jimin never had any intention of actually flying away for good and very possibly could have just flown away because he knew this person would step up if he put the fear of god in them by reminding them that he does in fact have other options. That Libra Sun and Scorpio Mars were BEAMING I’m sure.
I really feel like Jimin was such a little shit about this too, because I’m seeing this whole “taming and domesticating” the bird as a fight that didn’t need to be a fight, like it’s giving brat vibes and I just really need to let you know that because there’s something so adorably hilarious about this whole thing. But sure enough, this other person does in fact get Jimin in the house and they put him under the glass dome to keep him extra safe. The big kicker here is that this person then puts themself under the same dome. This is a major turning point in the connection as it was demonstrating some kind of sacrifice that was recognized on both sides from the other — essentially, they were both willfully sacrificing their freedom to enter a deeply committed relationship.
Now, we’re moving away from the humorous bird bit and moving into a space of quite serious back and forth affirmation of commitment and security. This is a love rooted in youth, it’s a connection found early in life, and there is quite a lot to say about people who willfully dedicate themselves to someone so early on in their life. To intend that the majority of your existence be spent with just one person, especially if you consider the mindset of our generation toward relationships, this is quite a serious thing.
Again, I dare not try to speak too much for them here, but the way it looked (as nothing was really being said out loud) made it seem like Jimin wasn’t expecting it entirely. There was a playfulness to the way he danced and sang, a playfulness to the way he “fought” being domesticated and brought inside, and there was a playfulness to the way he continued to dance and sing under the dome. But then, he just kind of froze when, all of the sudden, this person was under the dome with him, just as under lock and key as he was.
Just as an example to try and explain this, imagine the type of person who really wants to be wanted, wants the constant affirmation that they are desired and needed by the person they love. In a relationship, especially at the beginning, they tease and play around, perhaps play hard to get in some ways in order to get that chase from the other person. It’s subtle though, periodic, but ultimately it’s not something that is majorly pushed because part of the reason this person wants to be wanted is because they think no one wants them at all. There’s an underlying issue where, like the bird, they know they can dance, they know they can sing, they can put on a good show, but they feel that when they speak, when they become human, people leave. There’s no clear reason as to why, and it becomes internalized as “there’s just something wrong with me.”
So, imagine such a situation where this person is persuaded by someone they wanted, someone they had fallen in love with, and they put on the show, sang and danced, played the games, and was happily captured with the underlying expectation that this would all be temporary, only for them to one day turn around and see their person standing there with a chain around their wrist and a key held out to them, happily saying, “lock me up! I’m yours!”
I can see Jimin sort of frozen in this state of shock, of a sudden realization that, oh, wait, me? Wait, what? Huh? And the funniest thing is, this other person seems to be able to read minds because even without saying anything, this other person just started “reciting vows,” making promises, confessing their undying love, the whole thing. But it’s like this person never stopped, never stopped speaking these “vows,” never giving Jimin a chance to question it, deny it, or push it away. They just started flooding the dome with all that love and it kept going and going, and then we wrap back around to the images of the swans.
It’s very healing. This kind of love is literally designed for Jimin the way Jimin’s love is designed for this other person. It just fills in all the gaps, clears all the fog, soothes all the pain, blocks out all the noise, and fuses them together. Once they are together, there is no desire at all to be separated, no desire to leave the dome, leave the house, leave the yard. It really makes me want to cry because how many lifetimes do you gotta live before getting to a love like this?? I can’t even get love from family and these two are out here drowning themselves in love that has the potential to flood the entire Universe if they were to take that dome off. I’m jealous!
But I mean, really, with all the shit that Jimin has to deal with, all the hate that unnecessarily gets thrown his way, who else in this world deserves this kind of love more than him?
Side note: I could not get the song Love Like This by Natasha Bedingfield out of my head after doing this reading. Literally, for days I’ve been singing this damn song that I probably haven't listened to in well over ten years. If you’ve never heard it, you need to:
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GUIDELINE
For the guideline reading, I wanted to focus on more concrete projections of this connection, the foundational pieces of it as well as anything that I may have missed while observing the signatures. This layout seems to have a bit of everything, a bit of Jimin, a bit of the other person, and a bit of the connection overall.
Starting with The Unseen, there is a veil put over this connection right away. It doesn’t feel like the glass dome but rather a sheer curtain cast over the glass dome from the outside. Just given the career Jimin has and the general idol culture around dating, I’m pretty sure this has to do with necessary secrecy, however, I’m very focused on the eye and the idea that, if you look closely, you can see them in the dome, but it can be easy to miss if you’re not actually trying to see them. This then blends a bit into the Earth card where I was seeing The Unseen being buried in the ground, but lots of flowers blooming on top of them. It’s like a funny little thing suggesting that you can’t actually hide them, there would be some kind of evidence fluttering around like a big neon sign saying THE LOVERS ARE HERE!
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This element of consideration for the public display and possibly necessary filtration of this connection is shown with Poised and Fork In The Road. However, I do feel this to be way more on Jimin’s side. There is an effort to navigate within the confines of what would appear the most “poised” or appropriate in the public eye. I’m also seeing a kind of “stripping down” to some degree where in Fork In The Road, there are multiple figures while there is only one in Poised, implying the effort to appear single or simply unattached or unconfirmed to some degree.
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Now, this bit certainly had me giggling because it seems there are only a couple of ways these two clash or don’t see eye-to-eye, and here it comes down to how they view and treat people who are awful to them, who treat them bad. Jimin’s energy is sitting over there in Forgiveness, and I was hearing something along the lines of, “just pray for them.” Like, don’t engage, don’t get mad, just wish them well and forget they exist. This other person, however, is in that Aries card… they want to take revenge. They want to fight, yell, and throw stones back in the face of anyone who treats them badly, and this only gets amplified when it comes to someone treating Jimin poorly.
In the center card, the charge of Aries is there with Mars while that deep underbelly of a wounded or bruised ego comes through the Scorpio energy. I was seeing the little figure on the right as Jimin, carrying incense and on his way over to the Forgiveness card where he’s going to “pray” for the person who has just done him wrong. The big figure is the other person, holding a sword in one hand and the head of a person in the other. Jimin’s like, “I’m on my way to pray!” and this other person is like, “oh, that’s nice. Here’s the head of the person who called you ugly.”
The clashing energy between Forgiveness and Aries does or has over time settled into a place where Aries, or this other person, keeps Forgiveness, or Jimin, from becoming too complacent or allowing other people’s words to have too much of an effect on him. Just the same, Forgiveness keeps Aries from… actually trying to kill people. Which is good.
And just as an added bonus, the image up in the top right corner of Revenge shows a pair of lovers who seem to be encased in stone or buried underground, going back to how I was seeing The Unseen and Earth. With this, it could be that this energy becomes amplified, the energy of Forgiveness and Aries spike on both sides whenever there is a threat or criticism toward their relationship, or this is showing how they both spike when it comes to the other person being treated badly.
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This set reflects exactly what I was seeing with the two of them living under a glass dome inside a house on private property. The energy of the connection is rooted in stability and security that both sides provide for each other, and just as the Immersion card shows, they’re literally swimming in this love that they have.
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They got all Light cards from this deck which implies a mostly very positive and healthy connection, not a lot of shadows or spaces for toxicity between them. A New High and Mutual Respect came out together and I was really feeling this on Jimin’s side where the love and respect that this person shows them just hits different. The kind of love and respect Jimin gets from this person was a key factor in him being able to demand respect for himself from other people, to not tolerate negativity put toward him, and with that there is an incredible boost to self-confidence.
Light As A Feather and Amplification is more on the other person’s side where Jimin’s energy, mindset, personality, or general mode of operation lifts them up as well. It amplifies them, gives them a strong foundation that allows them to build on themself, expand, and become more of who or what they are.
Both A New High and Light As A Feather carry a weightlessness to them, and what comes to mind the most is the idea of the 10 of Swords and the 10 of Wands being reversed for both of them — Jimin once having the 10 of Swords and this other person once having the 10 of Wands:
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The 10 of Swords is more in the mental space, and I was seeing this as Jimin being pinned down and nearly killed by the words of other people, a deeply troubling idea, but one that is definitely in the past. The 10 of Wands is more energetic or in the physical space, but I’m really focused on the idea that the wands there are like antennas. The swords are words spoken directly to Jimin or about Jimin, and the wands are more like implications, expectations, something more subtle that this other person carried with them from other people that caused them to “keep their head down.” It forced them to submit on some level.
These two reverse these cards for each other, remove the burdens and pain, heal each other, and then they just start floating.
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Following the previous set, Dream Weaver and Erratic come together in an odd way where I was seeing something that could be attributed to alchemy where elements of chaos in their life, of things that put them in the 10 of Swords and the 10 of Wands, are turned into something etheric. It’s hard to explain it, but it’s just coming through like they can kind of convince each other that it’s not real. The things people say or do to them, or have done to them just aren’t real. It doesn’t exist. This may go back to the idea of them being under that dome together, in their own little world. Nothing outside of it exists unless they both agree that it does. It’s very interesting.
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At the end, there’s a wide-sweeping energy here that starts on a higher level with The Lovers, or the union of their souls, which then generates the energy of The Sun, which shines down on The Fool and ignites the Ace of Wands. As I’m seeing it, The Lovers is for both of them, it’s them as one solid piece, souls fused together. The Sun is their individual higher unconscious mind suddenly being illuminated, a deep knowing that this is their person, reflected through the amount of joy and youthful energy they feel with each other. The Fool connects to their subconscious minds where, once they are together, those deeper shadowy places become illuminated (so things can be worked on) and the water in the background, connecting to their love flood, washes away anything heavy, dark, or painful, giving way to a sky made of gold.
The Ace of Wands connects to their conscious level selves where both are really standing in their power, are in control of themselves and what they do, and seem to carry a very strong sense of authority, but in the way a demigod holds authority. They transcend through each other and the way they act, express, build, and develop on the outside as individuals is directly connected to their higher soul union. They complete each other and in doing that, they amplify and empower each other.
Lastly, the keywords that came out for this connection are Abuse, Pain, Time Jumping, and Joy. It was pretty straight forward with Abuse and Pain going back to the 10 of Swords and the 10 of Wands, and Joy connecting to The Sun/The Fool/Ace of Wands. The Time Jumping implies a reality shift which is connecting back to The Lovers, or the union of their souls. Their reality will change or has changed as a result of their union.
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GUIDELINE WITH SPRINKLES!
At the very front, laying directly over the eye in The Unseen, is “time of misery.” As it blocks out the "visible" part of the image, or blocks the only eye looking in, this seems to exaggerate or express the element of misery or sadness connected to secrecy. Both sides may feel quite uncomfortable or even very against the necessary secrecy their connection may need to remain in. It spreads out in a few different directions where the element of secrecy builds frustration, anxiety, and even hatred for people who set out to not just believe but prove to others that they are either not together or they are with other people. They’re very protective of their connection and the need to hide or keep secrets in the public space creates a lot of tension within them. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to affect the relationship overall, it just leads to frustration towards others.
Connecting The Unseen to Earth, there is “something is moving,” which, with the yellow color, seems to be the covered eye opening, or representing the people who can see these two, see the connection. They can see them “moving around,” or can pick up on signals. Going back to the image I had of them being buried under ground and flowers growing over them — this is referring to people who can see the flowers and can infer what is below the surface.
Over The Fork In The Road, the first Sprinkle says, “lots of books for that,” which feels more connected to Jimin, who I was seeing as being the main person to actually choose Poised, choose to restrict expression or hide the connection to a degree. It feels a bit sarcastic, like someone saying, “they have self-help books for that.” It’s implying that this issue around necessary secrecy isn’t uncommon, the need to make these decisions isn’t a new thing or unique to them, but it’s pushing the idea that, just the same, revealing the truth or breaking out of that veiled state is also common enough that you could follow the experience of other people like a manual.
Over the same card, there are also three other Sprinkles that say “did you have a chance?” “confirmation,” and “your friends are here.” This came together as “did you have a chance to confirm things yet? Your friends are here, they’re waiting for you. They’re waiting to support you.” As these lie over the figures in the image who are actually standing at the crossroad and choosing which way to go, it feels like there’s an effort to break the cycle or pattern of choosing, or allowing themselves to be buried. Again, I feel this choice is mainly on Jimin’s side, but this conversation is hitting both of them.
Connecting downward from the Poised card to Light As A Feather, “really blown away,” seems to represent that element of breaking a cycle. As I was seeing it, it’s like the fairy that is jumping on the platform in Poised is suddenly made to be even lighter after removing the elements of secrecy or subtlety, which causes her to then be blown away from the platform when she jumps. The platform, and the Poised card in general, represented public performance and the purposeful, self-inflicted veiling of the connection. To be blown away from it shows that, on many levels, the reveal or confirmation of this connection would move them, especially Jimin, away from performance and secrecy in many ways. As Light As A Feather is alongside Amplification, it shows that the confirmation of the connection has the potential to amplify both people to where they can share more of themselves, or live more honestly and openly in more ways than one.
Over Forgiveness there is “not another one…” while Revenge has “world figures,” and “never alone.” As Forgiveness is representing Jimin, the “not another one…” really feels exhausted with the idea that there is endless praying, endless forgiving, to go along with the endless hatred or harassment that he is the recipient of. This element of being exhausted with it was in Jimin’s Elemental Alignment as well, especially within his soul.
The other person is very active in this space, charged up and observing this issue. If this person receives their own hate like Jimin does, they really seem to not notice it at all because they’re more focused on what is happening to Jimin, what is being said about Jimin. With “Gemini” over the Aries card, it’s showing this person to be observing things, observing patterns in others, and there’s a very clear cut off in their own emotional state. They’re not being directly hurt by what is being said or what they are observing, but they are getting very angry on Jimin’s behalf.
Going back to the Revenge card, “world figures,” is more in the upper half of the card, where this other person has held the head of an enemy, and “never alone,” is in the lower half where I was seeing the smaller figures as Jimin himself. This other person is observing people in the world, possibly through social media with that connection to Gemini, and is just like… creating a mental hitlist while also just calmly standing by Jimin, making sure that this doesn’t become too much.
On another level, I also feel a degree of necessary distraction. Jimin seems to be taking a lot in, seeing a lot more than people would think since a lot of people seem to assume that because he doesn’t post online a lot that must mean he’s literally never online at all. This person is trying to block things out, which could be literal in the sense of this person literally filtering or blocking things for Jimin, blocking and blacklisting words and people so that Jimin doesn’t see them.
Overall, this other person is very proactive about this and seems to do a lot of “heavy lifting” when it comes to trying to curate a safer environment for Jimin where he doesn’t feel alone, isolated, or directly targeted.
Over A New High and Mutual Respect, there is “Lenses + Pictures” which I was seeing as being very straight forward with the idea of “mutual obsession.” It seems more complex with the way I’m seeing it, but it’s coming through as literally just taking pictures of each other, watching each other. There’s an element of watching through admiration as well as surveillance — watching out of love and a desire to protect. This also seems to be a root for confidence and higher self-esteem, especially on Jimin’s side, where the admiring eye of this other person, their desire to take pictures of him, or commit him to memory in some way really helps or has helped his self-image become more positive.
Over Dream Weaver and Erratic, there is “Lover + Power” and “a green man.” Going back to what I was saying about these two cards feeling like a space where alchemy occurs, where negativity is transformed into something positive, or is blocked out by something positive, “Love + Power” feels like the tool or the potion that is created that transforms, heals, or cures the ailment of negative influence. “A green man,” is meant to refer to a man made out of Earth, or a man who is an Earth Sign, but this can also refer to someone who is very stable and reliable. This seems to be putting a highlight on the other person here, suggesting that the element of alchemy belongs to them, they are the one actively transforming or flushing out the negativity that comes toward them, or just toward Jimin. Again, they seem very proactive when it comes to helping and protecting Jimin.
In the last set of cards, over The Lovers specifically, are the runes “wunjo” and “ingwaz.” The Wunjo rune is associated with pleasure, joy, peace, comfort, success, and community, while the Ingwaz rune is associated with peace, harmony, fertility, inner growth, and virtue. These energies are connected to The Lovers, the space of union for their souls. There’s a feeling of amplification or stimulation here where it feels like the energy of The Lovers is vibrating faster and starting to spread out more. In my mind, I’m seeing it like the buried lovers in the Revenge card, or as I was seeing them in The Unseen, are being shaken loose from the dirt, or more things are growing outside of the dirt that is lending to a reveal or more exposure. I’m seeing it as more sprouts breaking the surface and touching The Sun card, generating a new state or new energies connected to The Fool, which initiate something through the Ace of Wands. Something new is definitely getting stirred up there.
With that, “the last train,” lays over those last three cards. “The last train,” is in reference to the idea of the last wave of opportunity one has to meet the marker for a specific level of soul development, the last chance to upgrade or advance in some way. It implies the final open door, helping hand, or opportunity given to move forward on a designated path. I started seeing this Sprinkle bounce off of the other light blue Sprinkles in the set, bringing focus to “time of misery,” “confirmation,” “world figures,” “a green man,” and “the last train” all together. They ran together as, “this is the last chance to end the time of misery by confirming to the world the presence of or connection to the green man.”
Lastly, the “Water” element was signified over the keyword Abuse, which took me back to Jimin’s Elemental Alignment where he had the Panther in his Water Alignment that was locked in on “intended hurt” or the abuse and harassment that is sent Jimin’s way, the emotional upset and distortion of identity that comes from it. This seems to be confirming that Abuse is connected to Jimin while Pain is connected to the other person, but the abuse that Jimin receives is still ongoing while the Pain of the other person has already been dealt with and they no longer take in that damage or upset, which is probably why they are so focused on helping, supporting, and distracting Jimin.
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MAIN READING
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This is the first chunk of the reading here, which covers Jimin and his soul mate as individuals on the levels of the soul, higher unconscious, subconscious, and conscious mind. Keep in mind, we’re viewing them through the lens of this connection, what and who they are/become when they are together.
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JIMIN’S SOUL: THE ETERNAL CHILD
JIMIN’S CONSCIOUS MIND: THE MOON + 2 OF CUPS
THE OTHER’S SOUL: THE TEMPLE
THE OTHER’S CONSCIOUS MIND: THE HIGH PRIESTESS + ACE OF CUPS
Right away, I’m seeing The Temple as that glass dome I was talking about earlier, a structure that Jimin is placed inside for protection by the other person, but on this level, it registers as a divine protection through worship. It’s coming off as this person worshiping (loving on an extreme level) Jimin to the point where their own soul becomes a temple for him, a safe place for him. This might be why I was feeling it as them being wrapped up in each other’s energy — This person literally has their soul wrapped around Jimin, and Jimin’s energy or light radiates through the other person because of it. This would also express that fused feeling. I’m also seeing all that green in The Temple connecting back to “a green man,” further expressing that stable Earth energy and solid foundation that they may hold for Jimin, or that they create specifically for Jimin.
Jimin’s soul, as The Eternal Child, is so lovely to see because there’s such a special kind of release that I feel here, one where Jimin is not at all performing or hiding in any way. There’s such a sense of freedom that comes off of this energy that allows Jimin to become a child again, allows him to be playful and carefree, joke around, jump around, dance around, without any concern at all. This person, I would assume, really enjoys these elements of Jimin because this energy is what is held within The Temple the most, it’s what fills the air. The element of safety is a huge thing here. Jimin needs to feel safe in order to let his guard down, to not have his defenses up in any way in order to let his inner child out.
This is showing a really nice dynamic where, when together, Jimin gains a lot of personal freedom and ease while this other person gains a certain kind of strength and fierceness that is used to protect and support Jimin. All of this other person’s energy is quite dedicated to Jimin on some level, one way or another, and that’s another way the element of worship seems to play out here.
On a conscious level, these two continue to mirror each other with Jimin’s Moon card reflecting into the other person’s High Priestess. Playing off of The Temple and The Eternal Child, The High Priestess looks to The Moon for that higher connection, dictates her life by The Moon, and on some level, worships The Moon. Then, with Jimin’s 2 of Cups and the other person’s Ace of Cups, we have further mirroring, but we’re seeing something happen here where Jimin is the one giving this other person that Ace of Cups. It’s hard to describe it exactly, but it’s like Jimin was holding onto two cups, one was for himself and one was for another. They represented the kind of love he wanted to give and the kind of love he wanted to receive. There’s a timidness to the way he holds out the other cup, the one he wants someone else to love him through, but this other person, through The Temple, took that Ace of Cups from Jimin as if it was a gift from God. This other person does not take this request for love as an assignment, challenge, or a favor, they treat it like a blessing, a divine right, on some level feeling like “the chosen one” inside The Temple who was picked out by the God of that temple to be the one to worship him.
Even how they view it is so striking with Jimin, like in the 2 of Cups, just seeing a cup, a simple request, one he’s perhaps thinking or once thought was too much to ask, too much to expect, nothing more than a fantasy, but this other person… The Ace of Cups, like all Aces, is being handed over by “the hand of God,” it’s a cosmic gift, an opportunity that will ignite an entirely new state of being, a new state of progression, it can completely shift a person’s reality from the inside out. On Jimin’s side, he may not have expected or anticipated another person being able to SEE as much in him, or in that cup, as this person sees when they hold the Ace of Cups. It’s beyond comprehension, and that may go back to Jimin looking shocked and frozen when this other person showed up inside that glass dome, asking to be locked up with him.
It’s so funny to think about because they way these energies go back and forth, it really does seem like Jimin didn’t think he could ever be loved by anyone — he thought it would be hard to love him as he is, and then also thought it would be completely impossible for anyone to love him in the way he wanted to be loved… and this person just completely showed up without any command or direction. Again, once that Jimin bird flew away, this person sprang into action and was like, yeah, no, can’t be messing around like this anymore. It’s very sweet though, that underlying confusion in The Moon where the other person, as The High Priestess, is there worshiping, communing with The Moon, and Jimin’s like “am I reading too much into this, or do you like… actually really like me?” and the other person being like “UM???? You are literally my God! My whole soul belongs to you! Why do you keep asking that?!”
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WHAT JIMIN’S SOUL IS AIMING FOR: SOUL HEALING + NEW LIFE
WHAT THE OTHER’S SOUL IS AIMING FOR: TRUTH + NEVER-ENDING STORY + SOUL MATES
Right away, I’m seeing the image of Soul Healing reflecting that of The Eternal Child, the light at the chest, as well as the youthful energy that comes with New Life. It’s this feeling of Jimin’s soul trying to break him out of a shell where he may have been quite regulated or curated to come off a certain way to other people. It makes me think very specifically about neurodivergent people masking, and how it can be quite common for neurodivergent people to come off a lot younger than they really are, and this being something that people are very critical of, causing them to mask and mirror certain kinds of strict ideas of what “being mature” or “grown up” is supposed to be or look like. There’s an effort being put towards allowing the inner child to shine through freely without any resistance or sense of shame, and this other person is someone that really brings that out of Jimin. Then they double down on it by worshiping and protecting that energy all the way through.
On the other person’s side, the image of Truth, with the scales weighing the Water and Fire, which was registering as the Moon energy matching up with the Sun energy, reaching a space of equilibrium between energies, feels like a lining up of mirrors. Again, it’s hard to explain it, but I’m seeing this very spiritual thing play out where, when the scales line up between the Water and Fire, or between the Moon and the Sun, it is equivalent to these two seeing each other eye-to-eye, and in that moment seeing themselves. There’s something about there being a moment where they’ve come to love each other so much, hold each other in such high regard, can see the other doing no wrong, and then suddenly, they see themselves inside each other and this causes a very dramatic shift in how they perceive themselves — “How could there be anything wrong with me when you love me the same way that I love you?”
Never-Ending Story with Soul Mates holds a bit of frustration in the other person’s soul, fueling somewhat of a desperation to be with Jimin, to connect and have that deep relationship with him. This is most likely stemming from separation or limitation in past lives where, even though their souls held a certain commitment, it was not able to play out within certain incarnations, most likely the last few before this one, and therefore, this other person’s soul is very dedicated to getting it as soon as possible, holding onto it for as long as possible, and most likely doesn’t want to experience any kind of separation going forward. The other person’s soul is entirely dedicated to ensuring this connection happens and is sustained, with a focus on Jimin’s healing alongside their own. It’s an aspect of self-empowerment and self-realization that would occur simultaneously through each other.
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JIMIN’S LIGHT ASPECTS: A NEW HIGH + POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS + RENEWAL
JIMIN’S SHADOW ASPECTS: CRUSHED BY ROCKS + PARASITE + THE TRENCH
THE OTHER’S LIGHT ASPECTS: ANGEL + PROCESSING + A LIVED EXPERIENCE
THE OTHER’S SHADOW ASPECTS: WALL BUILDING + DISSOCIATION + PROJECTION
This set is really interesting, especially in their Light aspects because I can see them reaching across to each other where this other person is present in Jimin’s A New High and Positive Affirmations while Jimin is present in their Angel and Processing cards. A New High and Angel seem to represent the first step to elevating up and away from their own Shadows, which they have rooted in the other — this other person is Jimin’s “new high” and Jimin is this other person’s “angel.” Jimin receives Positive Affirmations from this other person, while something within Jimin allows this other person to process and work through elements of themselves that have been stuck or stagnant, which I was seeing as elements of maturing and solidifying their own identity.
For Jimin, Renewal seems to be connected to New Life, and the aspect of him being able to shed some skin and allow his inner child to be the main essence of what he drives himself through, what he sees the world through, how he expresses himself. It’s a very refreshed and easy-going energy with a lot of wonder and excitement for life and everything that is to come in his future. For this other person, A Lived Experience connects back to Never-Ending Story and Soul Mates where they are very dedicated to actually getting to experience this connection fully, to build up themselves and Jimin together at the same time, to have that hands-on experience and evolve alongside Jimin.
Their Shadows are very isolated, showing that they make quite an effort to hold onto their own shadows, keep them from each other, and most likely aim to deal with these troubles alone so as not to burden each other. Luckily, their presence in each other’s lives, as shown with A New High and Angel, automatically helps them deal with them and move past them regardless.
Jimin’s Shadows are expressed through Crushed By Rocks, Parasite, and The Trench. The Trench refers to the absolute lowest level of the subconscious mind, the heaviest, darkest place where the worst of the worst is kept from both the individual and the people around them. It’s a space where deep repression occurs and it can be quite a difficult place to navigate. Matters of The Trench do not bubble up into the subconscious or conscious mind, the only way to engage with it is to go down into The Trench deliberately. This implies that one of Jimin’s shadows, one of his personal troubles is the willful reflection and observation of the worst of the worst — the worst things he sees in himself, the worst things other people have ever said or done to him, and the worst of his fears that are rooted in the ways of the world overall. It feels a little like self-torture.
Crushed By Rocks refers to entrapment, coming from an intrusive thought/hallucination that I used to have a long time ago where I would get stuck inside the image in my mind where I was taped to the floor of the living room and people came through in a big line and took turns placing big rocks on me, slowly crushing me, suffocating me, but never killing me. It reflected this feeling of painful restriction that I was having at that time, being unable to leave the house, unable to talk to anyone for years, and slowly feeling as if my own existence was fading away while my body continued to breathe and take up space. This is something intrusive for Jimin as well, which feels like a heavy place his mind can drift to when he’s alone. On some level, it feels like the weight of the rocks, if left unchecked, is what sinks Jimin down into The Trench. When the weight of everything is on him and no one is around to distract him or pull him out of it, he’ll sink into the worst imaginable places in his own mind.
Parasite is connected to people who are energetically feeding on Jimin, which immediately is registering as people who claim to hate him so much, yet can’t seem to stop talking about him. They’re obsessively monitoring him, waiting for any chance at all to “bite into him,” criticize, harass, abuse, and mutilate him on any and every level they can, all to fill up on the blood they think/hope they are causing him to lose.
I’m seeing it very clearly in my mind as people who genuinely get off on seeing Jimin be negatively affected by things. What comes to mind is that one clip of Jimin where he’s clearly seeing bad things being said about him in the chat during that group livestream — that’s their favorite thing, actually getting to see him wither down and sink into himself. They’re draining his energy out of him and they’re filling up on the image of him “dying.” Awful people, the worst people, and Jimin is very aware of them, his mind goes to them when he is alone.
With the other person, their Shadows are Wall Building, Dissociation, and Projection. This is very interesting because all of these imply some level of disconnect from the self and the surrounding environment. This gives me the feeling of a person who can get quite lost in themselves just as easily as they can get lost in the noise and motion of their surroundings. They seem to be a bit at the mercy of their own mind regarding stimulation, stress, and overloading the nervous system.
Dissociation is a complete pull-in of the mind, a disconnect from the surroundings, while Projection is a disconnect from the self or self-awareness by way of casting their own energy over the environment. I see this as being something that can be good, but here it’s mostly registering as an issue where their own insecurities become the judgements and critiques of other people, even without anyone saying anything. They just assume that the things they hate about themself are hated ten times worse by everyone around them, getting some kind of backwards validation from it that pushes them to be more or do more than they should or can to try and “satisfy others” when they’re really trying to satisfy themselves. It becomes an issue because they’re not going to receive that positive validation from others to cancel out the negative validation because, again, technically no one actually said anything. No one can take back what they didn’t say, so this person can get quite stuck in trying to appease people who were never upset with them to begin with.
The Wall Building is interesting because it was reflecting that element of them putting a dome around Jimin and then joining Jimin inside the dome. There’s a knee-jerk kind of reaction to this where when things get a bit too much, which could connect to Dissociation, they just throw the walls up and hide. It registers a bit like the masculine container of emotion where a man can feel just as much as anyone, but they’re more likely to get overwhelmed by it faster so they’re quick to hide the tears, quick to make a joke, quick to turn around and start punching the wall. There’s something in it like that around frustration and humiliation specifically, where the walls go up and that surge of emotion spikes the nervous system and then has no where to go, no outlet, which then settles into the body as stress and possibly pain.
Again, it’s an interesting thing where when they do this for themself, they have the potential of doing damage and causing a lot of pain within themself, but when they apply it externally and wrap Jimin up in it, it becomes something positive for both of them. I think it comes down to the fact that when this person builds a wall around themself, they are trying to block things out and push things down, but when they put a wall around Jimin, it is specifically to allow him to get things out, express everything he wants to, and to be his truest self. This goes back to Truth a bit where this person can kind of start to do the same thing in that space, under that dome, with Jimin. This is probably where Angel and Processing come in.
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THE SOULS COMBINED: THE RIDDLE
PURPOSE OF CONNECTION: REALIZATION + ORIGINALITY
ELEMENTS OF SHARED DEVELOPMENT: ALCHEMY + LOSS
When their souls come together, they create the energy of The Riddle, which felt a lot like what I was getting earlier where it's difficult to put a label on the connection that fits because it’s so vast and multi-faceted on multiple levels. I’m seeing the element of fusion with the knot in the center, as well as alignment of the layers of consciousness with the three lights shown. We can also see two hands reaching out at the top and a pair of hands clasping at the bottom, showing the aspect of physical separation (two separate bodies) with the underlying inherent connection occurring in the mind always. Essentially, it’s like their souls are waltzing together all the time, connected and in sync, and willfully fused together, no desire to let go. The only separation they allow is held within the fact that they are occupying two different bodies.
The purpose of the connection, represented with Realization and Originality, seems pretty straight forward where they are each other’s keys that unlock their full potential. They are each other's backbones when it comes to their truest identities. They love each other so much, so deeply, they want nothing more than for the whole world to see the other the way they do, and in that there is praise and even worship placed toward their personalities, ways of thinking, talents, and traits that encourage them both to bring those to the forefront and live authentically to themselves. This is set toward their ability to self-actualize which is most likely registering as very significant or connected to the purpose of this connection because this is something required for both of them to fulfill their own personal missions or soul purpose in this lifetime. They have to show up as their truest selves in order to achieve what they are meant to do, and they hold each other up to do just that.
The elements of their shared development, their mirrored progression that occurs when they’ve come into union with each other, is shown with Alchemy and Loss. This immediately registers as major healing in the lower subconscious which lends to an emotional purge or a stripping of insecurity, masking, and self-denial. The Loss card is that connection to the subconscious, insecurities, fears, and what would have been seen at one point as a necessary facade or costume for the world, being pecked out, slowly stripped of the skin in order to reveal the bones underneath.
I’m seeing this as a very intimate process, one that they really could not have done with anyone but each other, as I’m seeing this lining up with the idea of two people getting naked in front of each other for the first time. It’s a bit embarrassing and there’s an urge to hide or cover up, but they have such a deep trust and admiration for each other, both projecting undying and unconditional love that they can actually see and feel, which allows them to very easily strip themselves and begin expressing their truests aspects.
Something in this feels quite exciting as well with the idea that they were the first to ever witness each other's “truest self,” and it’s coming off as someone discovering gold and diamonds while mining. It’s a grand discovery with a lot of value that contributes to status and development going forward. Very specifically, I was seeing Jimin being represented by the diamonds and being expanded upon in the space of value, beauty, and love, both of others and the self. The other person is connected to the gold, and registers as an element of function with how gold is used in computers and technology as a conduit. It amplifies functionality and progress. This suggests that when they are together, Jimin becomes more beautiful, more successful, more loved, and this other person becomes more mature, physically and mentally developed, and more efficient and productive within the work that they do.
Alchemy is there on all levels, both within the union and within them as individuals. They change each other's perspective of themselves, their perception of themselves change when they start to become so fused together that they can only see themselves through the eye of the other person. Their highest point would be a time in which they love themselves the same way they love each other, see themselves the way they see each other, and express themselves the same way they encourage each other to do so.
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This next chunk gets more into the conscious level reflections of Jimin and his soul mate, separating things out into a few different categories to compare and contrast levels of connection and compatibility.
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JIMIN’S MAIN CONSCIOUS PROJECTIONS: SECOND HOUSE — OWNING + HUMMINGBIRD + PANTHER
THE OTHER’S MAIN CONSCIOUS PROJECTIONS: TENTH HOUSE — THE WORLD + OWL
Jimin had the Panther and the Hummingbird in his Elemental Alignment, and they feel to be reflecting the exact same energies they were there. The Hummingbird is this more outward facing element of Jimin that is always “singing and dancing,” putting on a show to some degree, and putting effort into being a light for others in hopes that that same light will be reflected back to him. The Panther was in his Water Alignment, coming off as the aspect of his subconscious being “employed” or assigned the task of tracking down triggers and other shadows in order to rip them apart and get rid of them. This is showing Jimin’s duality quite strongly, a “light sun/dark sun” situation where the Hummingbird is pushed out while the Panther stays deep in the back of the mind.
Their projections being the 2nd and 10th Houses are pretty interesting as they’re basically laying out the same kind of externalized, earthy energy, big focus on work, money, status, and the curation of stability and beauty, both very concerned with the future, but there is a level of separation here that seems to simply be something that could lend to their dynamic on a conscious level.
The 2nd House is like a smaller version of the 10th House, in relation to work and money, but with Taurus, the 2nd House’s connection to Venus prioritizes comfort and beauty, very similar to what I was getting for Jimin in his Elemental Alignment reading when it comes to curating beauty in his environment. With the 10th House, there’s more focus on long-term stability, protection, and securing foundations that can be sustained. It’s more clinical and structured both in time, money, and energy.
Basically, I’m seeing it as the other person being in charge of building/buying the house, and Jimin would be in charge of curating, decorating, and actually making it a home. This seems to reflect that higher soul element as well where the other person creates The Temple and Jimin’s energy as The Eternal Child is what fills The Temple. Just the same, this person has the house and the glass dome and puts Jimin in the glass dome where he continues to sing and dance.
The other person having the Owl also really shows a very clear and calculated mind, very future-oriented when it comes to their relationship with Jimin, or how they plan out their life with Jimin in mind. The Owl has a bird’s-eye-view of everything, and is the one that navigates things the most, makes the plans, designs the blueprints, and essentially leads the action overall. There’s a bit more of a stillness presented alongside Jimin’s fluttering Hummingbird.
My favorite part about this, however, is that I was brought to focus on the numbers on the 2nd and 10th House cards, with the 2nd House being number 26, and the 10th House being 34. In the same way we can see the Owl leading the Hummingbird, we see number 34 and the 10th House as being greater than 26 and the 2nd House. But the frequency of these numbers reduces to 2/8 with the 2nd House and 1/7 for the 10th House. This other person isn’t just in charge of everything because they come in and demand that control or power, they are granted that power by Jimin.
It’s one of those relationships where, from the outside, there’s clearly one person who’s leading the situation most of the time, there’s a leader there making the plans, signing things, paying for things, but the other person is the real boss, the one who gives the final word. Jimin gives the final word. There’s enough mutual respect here that there is no issue with this dynamic, no one is really sitting in a submissive state, there’s just permission and responsibility floating from one to the other.
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JIMIN’S MANNER OF COMMUNICATION: QUEEN OF SWORDS + THE SUN
THE OTHER’S MANNER OF COMMUNICATION: QUEEN OF PENTACLES
Jimin, the Libra, of course, is steeped in Air energy with his communication, while the other is more in the Earth energy, a bit more passive in the communication. As I’m seeing it, Jimin, as the Queen of Swords, is talking, talking, talking all the time, expressing all the time, but the brightest and most potent energy comes with what he expresses with excitement from the inner child, or The Eternal Child, as represented by The Sun. This other person, as the Queen of Pentacles, receives this communication and holds it, as if they’re literally holding The Sun in their lap, admiring everything and anything Jimin has to say. There’s even an element here coming through implying that, as Jimin speaks, from this person’s perspective, the sun starts to shine and it causes things to grow around them, everything starts to blossom and there’s a liveliness that takes over. They feel quite giddy when Jimin talks to them.
It’s giving, “Barbie has a great day every day. Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.”
Jimin’s an open space for a lot of people, so I’m not seeing this other person’s expression or communication coming through on Jimin’s side specifically. That doesn't mean the other person isn’t talking or that Jimin isn’t listening, it just means that Jimin’s appreciation for this person comes through the fact that they actually listen to him.
Jimin is the type to listen to everyone else, ask everyone else how they are feeling, what they’re thinking, and will listen, listen, listen. He could be unintentionally left out in the sense that people can feel so open with him that they forget to ask him anything. This person, Jimin’s soul mate, does not and could not ever forget to ask Jimin, and could never not appreciate every little word that comes out of his mouth. Jimin feels that it is a gift from this person to be heard, and this other person feels that it is a blessing to have Jimin speak directly to them.
I’m pretty sure that this person would literally throw themselves on the floor and start squealing if they think too much about the fact that they probably know secrets about Jimin that he’s never told to anyone else in the entire world. They feel so special when Jimin talks just to them.
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JIMIN’S PHYSICAL PROJECTION: TEMPERANCE
THE OTHER’S PHYSICAL PROJECTION: THE MAGICIAN
If we were to ball up all the layers of consciousness and blend them into the soul, and then allow them to develop in the physical world, that is what these cards represent for the two of them. You could also look at it as a reflection of their souls fully integrated into the physical form and how they would or do show up for each other on a physical level.
Immediately, I was taken back to the Truth card as I was registering these energies as Water and Fire, but coming together so perfectly that it started to register as lightning, or very high frequency energy and illumination that is traded back and forth. Jimin’s energy is a bit more passive and at ease, a bit more in the Yin or Divine Feminine flow, while the other’s is more active, pushing outward with more of that Yang or Divine Masculine energy. It shows a lovely balance between their modalities, as well as a kind of support or assurance that goes both ways.
Essentially, Temperance can keep The Magician from becoming mad with power or getting into the habit of forcing things too much, reminding them the importance of the feminine flow, flexibility, and receptivity, giving things a chance to come to you rather than reaching out and grabbing all the time. Just the same, The Magician keeps Temperance from becoming too passive, ensures that they will not get to a point where they simply get pulled away by the flow of the water, finding themself at the mercy of the currents, and ensures that they stay in control of those cups and how that water flows. This is sort of giving me a similar feeling to Forgiveness and Aries and how they met in the middle with Revenge. It’s the same kind of dynamic where one side can encourage the other to not let things go and fight back, while the other encourages the other to relax and not go around murdering people on their behalf.
They are both registering, even on a physical level, as being very high up and very connected to their souls when they are together. This is evidence of them very literally bringing the best out of each other, operating at their best when they are together, and things feeling quite small or easy when they are dealing with them together.
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JIMIN’S EMOTIONAL PROJECTION: 4 OF PENTACLES
THE OTHER’S EMOTIONAL PROJECTION: THE EMPRESS + 5 OF CUPS
Now, what the heck is this? This is such an odd set up, I don’t even understand how it works. Their emotional states, with the 4 of Pentacles and the 5 of Cups are them when they are alone, showing Jimin quite locked up and sort of repressing things while the other is drowning in the focus on their own perceived failures or losses. They’re completely separated in these energies, and they feel quite small because of it. It’s like the energies are whispering. They come together in The Empress, opening up, emotional Water flowing through stable Earth energy, amplified with reflected communication, connecting to Libra/Venus/Air energy, but all of that is in the other person’s space. The space of emotional connection is entirely held by the other person.
With Jimin’s emotional projection being locked up by default, a kind of pulled back and filtered expression, I suppose it makes sense that he wouldn’t be the first to really open up or lay those foundations. This other person, however, there’s a certain shame involved in their emotional upsets, something they would want to hide, hide themselves if they start to express it, pull it back, but for some reason they can’t. I would assume that, in general, the other person is just a bit more emotional overall and therefore never really had the option of completely hiding their feelings. I’m seeing the water in the background of the 5 of Cups being the “unintentionally expressed” emotions flowing out of their space and into the intersecting area of The Empress. Jimin’s energy is that open space for others to express into, as well as his energy of The Sun when he talks back, all of that comes together to create The Empress. They both become The Empress when they are expressing emotionally to each other, which would imply that their feelings become something that develops, seeds that get planted, perhaps inspiration for creative work as Jimin is an artist.
For both, The Empress becomes an illuminated place, a very healing place, and it’s something they can only create with each other. This person’s Water or unyielding emotion meeting Jimin’s Fire or illuminating Sun and expression, mixes in with the other person’s foundational Earth energy and Jimin’s foundational Air energy, and they just… create a whole world? Create a garden?? It’s a garden of personal manifestation fueled by their emotional expression and alchemical processing of their own feelings through each other. It’s their world, where reality can literally be altered at their command, but it's held within the other person. Like what the fuck??
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JIMIN’S ENERGETIC PROJECTION: THE FOOL
THE OTHER’S ENERGETIC PROJECTION: 5 OF PENTACLES
They’re so annoying. Jimin’s energetic projection is The Fool, which is playing into The Sun as well as The Eternal Child. The other person’s energetic projection has nothing to do with the meaning of the 5 of Pentacles, but has everything to do with the imagery where we can see the golden light shining through a window in the wall that appears to be separating The Fool, in his bright and warm environment, from the cold darkness outside.
This is showing Jimin’s energy and the other person’s energy surrounding him. It's that wall-building shenanigans, but here it is for the sake of protection, however, there is a bit of a heavier sense to it where it feels a bit over-protective which is what I’m getting when focusing on the people passing by the window in the image. When I look at them, it’s like the wall gets darker, it gets heavier, more intimidating. It’s making me feel a bit like that little white dog in the image of The Fool turns into a vicious Rottweiler and starts barking at them — “You’re too close! Get away!” This other person may just be a wee bit territorial in general, and a bit overprotective when it comes to Jimin actually stepping out and expressing himself through his inner child or sharing more personal elements in his artistry.
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HOW JIMIN SEES THE OTHER PERSON: EXCHANGING GIFTS + QUEEN OF WANDS
HOW THE OTHER PERSON SEES JIMIN: SERENDIPITY + TEN OF CUPS
HOW JIMIN RECEIVES THE OTHER PERSON: ORGANIZATION
HOW THE OTHER PERSON RECEIVES JIMIN: EXTREMISM
With Exchanging Gifts, Jimin sees this other person very clearly as an equal, as a counterpart, but one where, as he is very aware, the other completes him, fills in gaps, or makes up for what he lacks within himself. He sees himself as offering the same sort of fillers or compensating elements. In this way, he sees and appreciates the elements of advancement, expansion, and development that this person has brought to him. I’m seeing it quite literally playing out in the image of Exchanging Gifts where Jimin is the fairy being brought out of the box, the cat being the other person who took the lid off in the first place, was the first to show Jimin that he is a gift, a prize, something special to be admired. Jimin holds onto this image or sense of self through this other person.
With the Queen of Wands, Jimin sees this person as quite a commanding energy, just a little bit softer than the King of Wands. Very in charge, maybe a bit temperamental or stubborn, but very clean with their actions and words, very deliberate. I think this is the energy of The Magician coming through here, but personified more and attached to other elements of this person’s personality.
The other person sees Jimin as Serendipity, and just the same as Exchanging Gifts, I’m seeing the image play out in an interesting and overlapping way. The other person is the fairy in the image and Jimin is the four-leaf clover and the wind that carries this person up and away. This seems to be representing rapid development, advancement, and progress that this person would attribute to Jimin’s influence or guidance.
With the 10 of Cups, this person is seeing Jimin as “the one” completely and totally. The 10 of Cups is deep emotional fulfilment, something that is registering here as the moment when all the pieces fall into place and everything feels right. It’s connecting back to this person’s soul’s focus on Never-Ending Story and Soul Mates — the 10 of Cups is signifying the end of that story, the end of their separation, the complete state of their union.
It’s showing that this person sees Jimin as the final piece of everything, the final piece of every area of their life. It’s quite overwhelming, honestly. Like, when I focus in on this energy, it feels a bit suffocating with a certain level of anxiety, which may connect over to the Extremism card, where it feels like this person will not be fully at ease until they’re married and the whole world knows about it. There’s always a chance of something happening or Jimin slipping away until the whole world can see that Jimin belongs to them. Everything will feel just a bit unstable until they can have that last piece that would solidify their union.
Jimin receives the other person through Organization, which is associated with Mercury in Capricorn, while the other person receives Jimin through Extremism, which is associated with Mercury in Scorpio. So, obviously, first and foremost, they receive each other through the mind, through communication, with Mercury, which makes sense. Their open doorway to each other begins at their mouths and how they choose to speak to each other.
Jimin’s reception, however, is a bit more methodical, careful, almost like he is or at one point was questioning or very careful about how he took things in from this other person. That may go back to the element of shock or confusion when the other person started to show up inside the glass dome, and started to reciprocate his feelings. It’s just more careful and, going back to things like Poised and Fork In The Road, Organization does seem to have room for concern regarding other people. There’s a carefulness to it because Jimin is more aware of people watching or paying attention to how they talk to each other, or how they express themselves. This is making me think of something where Jimin is very careful about what he SAYS but he could slip up when it comes to what he does, especially when you consider that body language starts to scream when someone is very focused on what’s coming out of their own mouth.
The other person receiving Jimin through Extremism is so funny, because they’re not receiving Jimin, they’re running across the line and establishing connection with him constantly. It’s like this person does NOT sit around and wait for Jimin to come to them, they already did that during the “Jimin is a bird singing in a tree” era, and now they’re like constantly plugging in. They’re constantly trying to talk to Jimin, trying to get Jimin’s attention. Like, if this was anyone else in the world, any other situation, I’d be like, this is TOXIC, this person is OBSESSED, this person is trying to HOARD Jimin and keep him all to themself… but then I think about how Jimin is sooooo into that, and then I’m like, no yeah, this is obviously one of his favorite things about this person, their OBSESSION with him.
I think Jimin is more than happy to be constantly engaged with this person, and the only bit of frustration that could come out of this is if this person were to do or say something that throws off his own effort to keep things filtered or secret.
As a side note, there’s a pattern between the cards where, on Jimin’s side, the Queen of Wands and the Exchanging Gifts cards feature a cat, and on the other person’s side, the Extremism card and the 10 of Cups feature birds. As I’m seeing it, the other person’s energy is with the cats while Jimin’s energy is with the birds. I have no idea what that is actually supposed to mean, but it kept coming up as I was looking at the cards. It doesn’t seem to be anything significant, but it’s prominent enough that I want to mention it.
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WHERE AND HOW THEY COME INTO UNION IN THE PHYSICAL SPACE:
THE RING + 10 OF PENTACLES + PERCEPTION + LOVE + THE MAGICIAN + ACE OF WANDS + WHEEL OF FORTUNE
This is centered as the most physical aspect of the reading, connecting to where and how these two will come together, and what has the potential to stem from that union. There is a big highlight on The Ring with the 10 of Pentacles, which goes back to the other person’s 10 of Cups, suggesting that they will not consider themselves “complete” until they are able to get married and have some kind of externalized symbol of their commitment to each other. Their words and their emotions are deeply connected, they are very secure within this connection, however, they both (but especially the other person) really want to be able to show it, for it to be confirmed outside. The same way they don’t question their connection, they don’t want anyone else to be able to question it either.
On the surface, it can register as being territorial and just wanting to put a ring on it so everyone knows they’re both taken, but deep down, it’s way more than that. It validates for them something that goes well beyond a superficial claim over each other. It’s a confirmation, a demonstration of their love for each other. And with the 10 of Pentacles, it is suggesting that one-and-done deal, they want it locked in, and they both want it to last forever, they want to grow old together.
The elements of Perception and Love seem to ring true to that consideration for the outside world, for people around them, for the public — the perception of their love through the eyes of other people. It’s not 100% perfect for either of them until EVERYONE is on the same page. I feel so scrambled with this, like my brain is getting pulled in a bunch of directions because they both have the same thoughts and feelings about it, but it’s sort of like they split in how it is delivered. Like, Jimin’s energy comes up from the ground, like he’s offering or suggesting this connection to the world, it’s quieter. Then the other person is coming down from the sky, dropping things in a very loud and heavy way. Jimin is asking a question, asking for permission to make this connection known, while the other person is stomping around demanding that it be known, drawing as much attention as they can to it.
Finally, at the very bottom, there is an interesting progression where we see The Magician become the Ace of Wands, or acquire the Ace of Wands, through the Wheel of Fortune. There is something there about acquiring a certain level of power, or authority, something that feels very much like an element of soul integration where the conscious level has done so much or progressed so much that the soul steps in, integrates, and suddenly even more blessings, more joy, more positive progression occurs.
I’m seeing it as The Magician working, putting things together, trying to make this happen, and then something finally clicks when The Ring is brought in, when that final element of union is made visible and known. Things progress rapidly, and the Ace of Wands suggests a whole new level of power, a whole new level of expression, and just something that is somewhat incomprehensible to me right now. It’s something that “goes off the charts,” it’s beyond the imagination what this would mean for them and what it would turn into going forward.
That’s all I have for this one, thanks for reading! :)
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