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[astroyongie]

💋 Spicy Astrology Facts - Part One 💋

-> Hey guys! like promised I have come back with more tarot and astrology posts! this one is a first part of a double post. I have added some idols as an example, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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-> Also please do not steal my content <3

Mars in Scorpio 𓆩♡𓆪 Of course I was going to start by the one which is the most iconic. This placement is known for deep, magnetic and obsessive sexual energy. They want soul merging intensity and are often masters of seduction. They aren't the type to mess around, specially if this falls in their 1st, 4th, 7th, 8th or 12th houses. I have noticed that mars scorpio is definitely an amazing choice if you are looking for a bedroom moment that is intense both physically and emotionally. 𓆩♡𓆪 Changbin, Jeonghan, Yeri, Winter

Venus in Capricorn 𓆩♡𓆪 Definitely not biases here, but people with this placement often appear reserved, but once they trust you, they’re incredibly loyal. Capricorn energy in Venus are usually hard to love, because they don't give much space for it but they do crave a powerful, lasting physical bond with someone they can give themselves to. 𓆩♡𓆪 Jin, Chanyeol, Miyeon, Yuna

Pluto Conjunct Mars  𓆩♡𓆪 To me it's the most explosive sexual energy someone can have. This aspect brings primal erotic energy like usually people with this aspect in their natal chart have an enjoy dominance dynamic. Also they might have a thing for obsession with control in bed. 𓆩♡𓆪 Yeonjun, Bangchan, Yuqi, Yuju

8th House Venus 𓆩♡𓆪 This one is all about where love meets transformation. These people crave deep, all-consuming love however they are often love affairs more than in partnership. Also I have noticed they often attract karmic sexual experiences which can result in children.

Moon in Scorpio 𓆩♡𓆪 It's not a surprise that they are emotionally intense lovers. They crave deep emotional sexual bonding and can be both possessive and incredibly loyal. They are like the twin of Scorpio Mars, just a little more centered in the emotional aspect of the relationship. 𓆩♡𓆪 Sejun, Theo Sumin, Lee Soojin

Venus Square Mars 𓆩♡𓆪 A placement of raw sexual tension (this one also works for synastry). These people have irresistible chemistry with their partners and like I said it is intensified if they have it on their synastry. However they may struggle with balancing love and lust and sometimes both get confused. 𓆩♡𓆪 Jacob, Suga, Ryujin, Jisoo

Mars in Aries 𓆩♡𓆪 They are the type to go for a very fast, fiery, and passionate sex with their partner. This Mars is impulsive, dominant, and enjoys physical conquest and challenge in sex. They aren't known to be the most faithful but god a night with them is also unforgettable. 𓆩♡𓆪 Junghoon, Jihoon, Sullyoon, Sakura

Venus in Gemini 𓆩♡𓆪 It's not a surprised that Venus Gemini are lovers who need mental stimulation to get turned on. With that I mean they love flirting, teasing, and witty banters with people and they are also very good at it. They are like their own personal aphrodisiacs. 𓆩♡𓆪 Inseong, Sunoo, Eunha, Haneul

Lilith Conjunct Ascendant 𓆩♡𓆪 The person with this placement often exudes raw, taboo breaking sexual allure, I have noticed they have quite. a few heavy/rough kinks which most of them can be taboo depending in their society/country/cultural background. Also they are super attractive and other people may project fantasies such as those taboo ones onto them without knowing why.

Mars in Libra 𓆩♡𓆪 they are the seductive charmer of the wheel in my opinion. They love those cute and love-dovey like aesthetics, they love to touch their partner, and have a nice rhythm in bed. Pleasing their partner is a priority especially visually which is why they always look so damn good in lingerie or in whatever clothes they wear. 𓆩♡𓆪 Jake, Jiwoong, Jihyo, Ningning

Transiting Mars Through 8th House 𓆩♡𓆪 When this happens it usually triggers heightened sexual desire within yourself. in some cases it will also trigger secret affairs, and potential power dynamics in intimate relationships that get shifted.

Venus-Pluto Aspects 𓆩♡𓆪 people with this aspect in their natal chart tend to experience intensely transformative relationships (like the type of love that will shape their life) but they are also very jealousy and sometimes irresistible for others to resist. they have quite a few fated sexual connections. 𓆩♡𓆪 Eunwoo, Yeosang, Jeongyeon, Irene

Neptune in the 5th House 𓆩♡𓆪 Romantic and erotic daydreamers. May idealize their partners in a certain way depending on the sign Neptunes holds. They are also attracted to fantasy scenarios, role play, or spiritual sex.

Juno in Scorpio 𓆩♡𓆪 One thing I can say with people with this is that they will have long termed partners which will bring emotional intensity and sexual depth. They often lose their virginity rather late. Surface level relationships won’t cut it and they aren't bringing any experience to them.

Chiron in the 8th House 𓆩♡𓆪 It's maybe weird but usually the internal wounds and potential healing for people with this placement often come through sexual relationships (eg. helping self acceptance or help through trauma). These people may have experienced trauma but also deep healing related with intimacy.

Mars Square Uranus 𓆩♡𓆪 I find this people to have tat sudden, electric chemistry with anyone no matter what they do. These people can have unexpected flings or unconventional turn-ons without even realizing until they get through it. 𓆩♡𓆪 Mark Lee, Mark GOT7, Haseul, Kim Lip

South Node in the 5th or 8th House 𓆩♡𓆪 In a more spiritual way, this can indicate a past life lover or karmic entanglements that resurface in your lifetime, often with intense sexual magnetism.

Venus in Leo 𓆩♡𓆪 They are all about that drama love, that love that feels like total devotion, and love that is filled with exhibitionism (they want to be shown off and to show off their partner). They are people of grand gestures and passionate sex, often drawn to being adored and admired. 𓆩♡𓆪 Sungchan, Hao, Chaewon, Keena

Eros Conjunct Mars 𓆩♡𓆪 Honestly this is pure sexual magnetism for who has it. This aspect gives raw erotic drive, charisma, and strong physical attraction to however they wish. they are conventionally attractive and so good in the bedroom. probably the best transit in astrology to be a true king/queen in bed.

Venus Retrograde in Transit 𓆩♡𓆪 When Venus go in retrograde, it can bring back ex lovers back into your life, old flames getting ignited again, or stir unresolved sexual desires with people you have tried to avoid. Sometimes ignites dormant attraction with someone from the past or to someone close to you that you know will bring trouble.

[thesmithseatmealive]

Yandere Saja Boys x Manager Reader / Headcannons

Warnings: F reader, Yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, demon, feral type shit, animilastic behavior, fated mates, sexual jokes and indications, biting, murder, etc

A/n: Ahh! Im so in love with all of them!! Asks are open, or if you just wanna chat! Lmk if you want more</3

w/c: 1.9k

Yandere Saja Boys who are obsessed with their pretty little human manager. You’re just too adorable, you know? And they swear up and down you were meant for them! They waited 400 years for their fated mate and here you are, and they are NOT letting you leave.

Yandere Saja Boys who first met you at an interview to be their manager. You had been an assistant manager for Huntr/x, working with Bobby before and he recommended you for this role. It would pay more and be a good chance to get yourself more out there! You definitely weren’t the hugest fan of them but so what? The pay was great and it was an amazing opportunity.

Yandere Saja Boys who couldn’t control themselves when you entered the interview room. You. Their precious mate- the one they had mourned over not meeting yet and waited for ,and for centuries. Standing in front of them in a white blouse and tiny jean skirt, smelling like heaven incarnate.

Yandere Saja Boys who’s skin were flickering in and out of purple, marks branding them as demons and claws sharpening. Instincts howling to mark you and fuck on the floor for anyone to see.

Jinu who tried to stay calm and in control but his eyes were practically glowing neon orange.

Baby who barely let you fully observe the room before pouncing- teeth bared and grabbing at you. His arms were stiff around you as he inspected you, seemingly ignorant to your yelps and confusion at the strange idol groping and sniffing you. You who cursed, kicked and slapped in desperate attempts to get him off but it became increasingly clear he wasn’t human.

Yandere Saja Boys who gathered close, instincts pulled taut at your noises of distress. You were human so you obvisouly didn’t feel the insane possessiveness to mark and posses. You who pulled and clawed at Baby’s head hoping to get him off of you only for him to growl and teeth at your neck, causing you to look for help from the others. Only to see the same purple marks, fangs, glowing eyes, and claws. None of them were human were they?

Jinu who grabbed baby by his neck and jerked him away giving him a warning stare. Before you could sprint away, Abby blocked you forcing you to face Jinu.

Jinu who grabbed at your face with his claws, softly wiping your tears. He looked like sin incarnate. You felt a deep tug in your heart as if you were connected to all of them in some deeper spiritual sense. You couldn’t help but relax at the beautiful nonhuman man in front of you, carressing your face. Something was calling you to him.

Jinu who apologized for Baby’s actions, and explained that because you knew they were demons, you HAD to work for them, but don’t worry your pretty little head, they would make sure you taken care of financially (physically too but you weren’t ready for that).

You who passed out due to all the stress you were put under. Long story short you woke up in a crazy huge penthouse in a guest bed with 5 demons surrounding it. You didn’t take it too well. But who would? But after some yelling and screaming at them (who only looked at you like confused puppies) you realized they seemed pretty harmless. They just wanted a manager. Right? So you succumbed to being their manager, I mean the pay was too good.

Yandere Saja Boys who let a personal driver take you home. Jinu had to hold three of them back from chasing you down. They didn’t want to let you leave their home, but they need to court you properly. They didn’t want to break your little human mind down in fear and trauma, you would come willingly eventually. The bond would ensure it. Or they would.

You, their pretty manager who start planning their rehearsals, shows, and tours. Always ensuring their on track, and getting enough breaks. it was hard at first relaxing around them and acting normal. You never did get use to it, but you at least stopped shaking around them.

Their staff who quickly realize not to go near you, with what happened to one of the backstage staff who tried asking you out for coffee. And you were completely oblivious to it. But the staff knew. It was hard not to see the crazy glare in the Saja Boy’s eyes when they get to close to you.

Yandere Saja Boys who are constantly grabbing and draping themselves across you despite your many protests. It will look weird to the fans! but they don't care. They want to be seen touching you. They want their claim on you to be clear to everyone- humans and demons included. You don’t even know they’re your fated mates. And they’re happy to play the role of not understanding that constant cuddling, coddling, hugging, groping, and biting aren’t normal for humans. (They know it isn't normal, 100%)

Yandere Jinu who plays the role of the controlled leader. He may look or pretend to be protecting you from the other saja boy’s constant affection, but in reality he is encouraging it. If you think he will save you from Mystery licking your face or Abby not letting you go, you’re completely wrong. He will only save you if he gets something out of it. This is his favorite manipulation method. Oh you want him to tell Romance to stop groping your ass as he walks by? Hmm.. only if he gets a kiss from you! (Romance only stopped for about a day.) In conclusion, Jinu will only play the savior role if he gets something from it. He has accepted he isn't a good guy, but he’s happy to play innocent for you.

Yandere Mystery who can be the most feral. He’s smarter then most realize and will gladly act like a dumb puppy if it means he can get away with licking your face randomly and nuzzling you. No! He doesn’t understand that what he is doing is not normal to humans! Friends in the demon world do this constantly! (Only to their mates) Mystery will be the first to growl and bark at people for getting to close to you. He is one of the biggest pulling you in their lap abusers. Just sit there all pretty! No this isn’t weird. Don’t worry about what the fans think.

Yandere Abby is the headlock final boss. Oh his cute little manager is walking by? All of a sudden his beefy arm is wrapped around your neck pulling you back into him, a purr in his throat. Unless you’re crazy tall, he’s definiteley taller. And he will abuse it everyday. His head is on top of yours, his arm on your head like an arm rest, and he uses his hand to measure your stomach. To see how much you can eat of course! (He wants to know how big his dick would be inside your stomach). Abby is definitely the tank of group per say, he’s the first to step in front of you when people are near or bothering you, often carrying you away from situations he doesn’t approve of. Oh someone is asking you out, or flirting with you? Abby is throwing you up on his shoulder and walking away with you. You’re always to busy scolding him and banging your fist on his back to notice the other boys closing in on the person who dared try to romance you. Don’t worry there wont be any remains left of his body for anyone to find.

Yandere Romance who always has his mouth on you. Kissing your hand, your forehead, your neck when you aren’t suspecting it- he just can’t get enough. You try hitting and dragging him off but he only laughs and nips you in return. He is always bringing you gifts. From flowers, to necklaces that cost more then your apartment. He sneakily tries to guilt you into letting him have his way and smacking your ass when you walk by. He buys you so much stuff doesn’t he? They all do. This is normal for demons, you’re the youngest of the pack per se, this is normal. Don’t expect him to care about you scolding him. He will only stop when Jinu tells him too, which is rare. And Jinu’s command only lasts for a few hours. Maybe a day if you’re lucky or you give him something really good in return.

Yandere Baby who is the most aggressive. At first you think he really hates you. Why has he been glaring at you for the past 30 minutes? And when you make eye contact he only creepily smirks. He must want to tear you apart, or at least that’s what you assume. (Your clothes. he’s fantasizing about tearing all your clothes to shreds so your forced to be naked and using them as a nest to fuck you on.) When I say he’s the most aggressive, its not in a hateful way. It’s in a way where he finds you too fucking cute, and gets cuteness aggression. He just can’t help but sneak up on you and bite your neck. And not in a gentle way. He doesn’t mean to hurt you- he just needs his teeth in you. He needs to be in you in whatever way you’ll let him without having a panic attack and dying of a heart attack. So he’ll stick to biting you. Consented or not his claws are ALWAYS clutching onto you. You’re walking them to a meet and greet? His claws are on your hip, digging in when you try to move away. He’s one of the biggest growlers of the group, growling to show affection, to warn others away, growling when you try to push him away. Or in pleasure when you pull his hair. FIRM believer in he has an oral fixation. Fight me on it. You quickly learned not to have a lolipop or gum in your mouth, because he will pry your mouth open with his hands to steal it. On camera nontheless.

Yandere Saja Boys who are all obsessed with ensuring their scent is on you. Having you walk around smelling like them? Pure mindgasm for them. You’re they’re little manager. The youngest, the baby, the runt of the pack. Of course they’re all babying you. Once they get on their long tours, Jinu requests (forces) you stay in the same hotel with them. More like they rent a penthouse for each city they’re in. It does NOT get easier to live with them over time. The tours are just so long so its months into moving around for shows and living with them. And it isnt easier. They only get more bolder. Sneaking into your bed, forcefully group cuddling you. No you aren’t allowed to move off their laps when they pull you in.

Saja Boys fans who start shipping you with them. You start blowing up with the boys too, and you think maybe someone will smoke them for how gropey, touchy, and forceful they are. But no. The fans eat it up. They love any interaction with you and them, videos and pictures of you and them blowing up everywhere.

Yandere Saja Boys who insist on giving the fans what they want. Cmon’ just a kiss for the TV? Won’t you be a good manager? Don’t you care what the fans want?

Yandere Saja Boys who will never let their little sweet manager go. Its only a matter of time before you submit to the bond and let them fuck you into oblivion, its only a waiting game for them. they waited 400 years for you, what’s a little longer?

[pitlanepeach]

White Mercedes | Chapter Twelve

Oscar Piastri x Anneliese Wolff (OFC)

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Summary — It was just supposed to be a game. Once a month. No names. No questions. A few hours where she could surrender fully—because everywhere else in her life, she was drowning.

But Oscar Piastri was all quiet power and brutal precision. He didn’t ask who she was, and she didn’t offer. Not her name. Not the harsh reality of her past. Definitely not the part about being Toto Wolff’s daughter.

But it’s not a game anymore. It’s a secret with teeth. And when it all comes crashing down, she doesn’t know if it’s her heart or his career that’ll break first.

Warnings — BDSM themes, realistic and flawed characters, Dom!Oscar, Sub!OFC, slow burn romance, lots of smut (obviously), strong language, drug-addiction, suicidal thoughts/ideation, past-suicide attempts, vaguely mentioned past sexual assault.

Notes — Happy sigh *finally*

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Lando had been watching it happen for weeks.

Oscar hadn’t said much. He wasn’t the type. But something had shifted in him—a subtle undoing. A softness in his voice when he checked his phone, a restlessness when she—because it was definitely a she—didn’t reply fast enough. The little private smiles, the distracted stares out hotel windows, the way he said “it’s nothing” when it was clearly something.

It didn’t take a genius.

Oscar was falling. Hard.

And tonight, after the phone call—after that voice on the other end, trembling and begging and honest—Lando knew.

He knew who she was.

Anneliese Wolff.

Fucking hell.

He remembered her. From when he was still new to Monaco, still starry-eyed and half-terrified of the paddock’s orbit. She was everywhere back then—smoke on balconies, champagne-stained and smiling with that wicked confidence only girls born famous ever learned how to wear. Men tripped over themselves trying to impress her, and girls watched her like a mirror they couldn’t quite look into.

She was stunning. Untouchable. Electric.

But not long after, she disappeared. Slowly, at first—less visible, less loud. Then came the whispers. The headlines that described an ugliness that he’d never personally seen in her. 

Then there were the pictures of her in the airport—Rehab, they said.

And then… Silence.

She became a warning, not a memory. A name you said with a grimace or a shrug. What a shame. What a waste. Typical rich kid breakdown.

But Lando had liked her.

He always had.

There was something real in her, even back then. Sharp, curious. Not just beautiful—but alive. Like she was trying to live three lives at once before one of them killed her.

He remembered catching her alone at one party—leaning over a balcony, away from the noise. She’d offered him a cigarette. He’d declined. She’d shrugged, told him he’d be boring forever. But then she’d asked about racing. Real, interesting questions.

Not for clout. Not to post about on twitter in all caps. 

Just to know.

He’d always remembered that.

And now, here she was again—rebuilt, barely recognisable, hiding in plain sight. And Oscar… Oscar was well on his way to falling in love with her. 

Whatever she’d told him—or whatever she hadn’t told him—Lando didn’t think it came from cruelty. Probably from fear. He’d be scared too, with a reputation like hers. 

So he wouldn’t judge.

She was trying. Clearly. You didn’t beg someone like that unless you were willing to fight for forgiveness. 

And Oscar?

Oscar had always been too careful with his heart.

He was due for something reckless. Something worth it.

Lando sat back, shaking his head with a breathless kind of wonder.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered aloud to no one. “Mad bastard.”

But he was smiling.

—

There is no bond like the one between a father and his eldest son.

That was what Toto used to believe.

He had told himself that for years—when Nate was small and curious and sharp, always trailing after him like a shadow. The boy who used to fall asleep in his arms during late flights home, the boy who first called him Papa in a voice thick with wonder and need.

The boy who used to look at him like he hung the moon.

Toto stared out his office window now, jaw tight, knuckles white around the arm of his chair. The Monaco night glittered outside—calm, detached, oblivious. He’d shut the door over an hour ago. Told Susie he needed time. Space.

He didn’t need space. He needed to stop himself from flying to wherever in the world his son was and shaking him senseless.

Because how dare he?

How dare Nate sit in front of a microphone and speak about his own sister like she was a burden to be managed? A stain on the family name?

Toto had heard every word. The clipped, casual cruelty. The bitterness dressed up as concern. The facts he gave so freely. Heroin. He’d said heroin. 

Named the drug so casually, as though it wasn’t the reason his baby sisters heart had stopped once.

Like it hadn’t taken every inch of strength in Toto’s body to sit by her hospital bed and wait, not knowing if his daughter would ever open her eyes again.

Yes, Nate had been there for it. Had watched it happen. Had existed in the shadow of her pain.

And yes—Toto understood his son’s anger. Understood the years of resentment that must’ve bloomed like rot under his skin. The birthdays Ana had missed. The phone calls in the middle of the night. The way the entire house had revolved around her safety and survival, especially in those worst, sharpest years.

But Nate had been nineteen. A grown man.

And Ana had been fifteen.

Fifteen and scared and sick and bleeding from a thousand invisible wounds. A child. A girl with too much fire and no direction, who had gotten lost in the dark and barely crawled back out again.

She had needed protecting. Not punishment.

Not this.

Toto slammed a hand down onto the desk. Not hard—but hard enough.

His phone buzzed again—some article, some tweet. He turned it over without looking.

He didn’t care what the world was saying.

He cared that his daughter was downstairs with red eyes and bitten-down fingernails, trying to hold herself together.

He cared that his son had taken a knife to her softest parts and sold the pieces to strangers—to the whole fucking world.

He closed his eyes and let his breath go slow.

This wasn’t just disappointment.

It was fury.

It was heartbreak laced with heat, because whatever Nate had hoped to accomplish—whatever twisted catharsis or justice or vengeance—he had burned a bridge that could never be rebuilt.

And worse: he had done it with a steady voice. 

Toto sat back in his chair, staring at nothing, the lamplight reflected in the glass of the window.

Where had he learned that kind of casual cruelty?

That cold, clinical dissection of another human being—of his sister—for the sake of a headline, a soundbite, a moment in the spotlight? Where had Nate learned to weaponise intimacy like that? To take the most sacred things and turn them into tools for judgment?

Toto didn’t want to admit the answer, but it was already forming.

He had seen it before. In another voice. Another face.

Their mother.

His first wife, sharp as glass and twice as brittle, who had spent years resenting the mess Anneliese had brought into their lives without once trying to understand it.

Toto had never forgiven her for that. Not really.

Maybe Nate had heard that same thing too many times. Maybe it had seeped in, that belief that Ana was a burden, a waste of potential. That her pain was self-inflicted. That love had to be earned by staying clean, staying perfect.

But that wasn’t how Toto saw his baby girl.

That had never been how he saw her.

To him, Anneliese was still the little girl who used to fall asleep with her cheek pressed against her fist, who carried picture books in her race weekend backpack, who would smile at strangers and had more manners than any of his friends’ children. 

Even in her darkest years—glass-eyed and unreachable in hospital beds, with wires up her arms and bruises she couldn’t name—she had never stopped being his daughter.

She had never stopped being worthy of his love.

And getting clean, that final time—she’d done it for Jack. Toto knew that, without question. She’d clawed her way out of hell with shaking hands and stubborn hope just to be the big sister she’d always dreamed of becoming. To watch him grow up. To sit beside him at breakfast and tie his shoelaces and tell him silly stories about dragons and cars and secret spy squirrels.

She’d done it for him.

That kind of love—pure, unshaken, sacrificial—was the heart of who Ana was. 

How could Nate not see that?

How could his son, raised in the same house, with the same values—how could he do what he’d done?

Toto’s jaw clenched, rage rising up like bile.

Nate hadn’t just failed Ana. He had betrayed the very thing Toto had spent his whole life trying to teach him—that family is sacred. That when the world turns against you, you stay. You protect your own.

He had betrayed it for a—a what? A cheap, hungry for drama podcast?

For attention.

For the chance to call his sister a failure in front of an audience that would nod along and say yes, she always was messed up, wasn’t she?

And now Ana was downstairs, sitting in the wreckage, shaking and ashamed.

Again.

Toto looked back out the window, vision swimming.

He didn’t know if he could ever forgive Nate.

Not because he’d told the world the truth.

But because he’d done it without a flicker of hesitation.

Without remorse. Without even flinching.

And because Anneliese—his girl with the soft heart and iron will—had spent her whole life trying to prove she was worth loving, when it should have been her birthright. And her big brother was meant to protect her; not be the one to break her.

—

Valhalla pulsed with noise.

It was theme night—Studio 54, glitter and disco and sweaty, expensive perfume—and Jules had been working the door an hour ago, but now she was perched on a barstool behind the DJ booth with her boots kicked up and a cigarette half-dangling from her lips.

She was scrolling Twitter. Killing time. Half-listening to the throbbing bass-line.

And then she saw it.

A still image first: Ana’s face—soft, pale, younger. Hair a mess, lips slightly parted, pupils too wide. It was an old photo. 

The caption read. 

Nate Wolff reveals all on ‘heroin addict’ sister Anneliese Wolff. Full interview on @burninghourpodcast now.

And then the autoplay started.

She didn’t want to hear it.

But his voice—so recognisable in its smug, polished cadence—rolled into her ears anyway, “I don’t know exactly when it started. Somewhere between her fifteen birthday and a family vacation to Cabo. Pretty early on, everyone just learned to expect the crash—"

Jules was moving before the rest of the sentence registered.

Her heart thundered. Her skin was prickling. 

She shoved through the crowd, past a drag queen in silver boots and a bachelorette party covered in body glitter, and she didn’t stop until she reached the her brother’s office.

Lucian was behind the desk, typing something into the booking system with a cigar burning in the solid gold ashtray beside him. He looked up the second the door burst open—and went still.

Because he knew his sister. And he knew what that face meant—and it wasn’t good.

She didn’t speak right away. Just held up her phone, the audio paused, her hand shaking.

He stared at the screen. Took in the headline. The image. The text on the screen.

And then his jaw clenched. “Fuck.” 

—

The house was still. 

Too still. 

It was past midnight, and Ana hadn’t even tried to sleep. Her body felt like it had been rewired, nerves exposed and pulsing beneath her skin. Her mind refused to shut up—images, voices, his voice, their tweets, the imagined look on Oscar’s face when he inevitably read it all.

If he hadn’t already.

She couldn’t stop checking the time. Couldn’t stop glancing at her phone like maybe she’d missed a message, a call, a clue as to how this might end.

But there was nothing.

So she got up.

Her feet were bare, sweater sleeves tugged down to her hands. She padded into the kitchen, not turning the lights on, letting the blue hum of the fridge and the low flicker from the hallway guide her.

She opened the bottom drawer beside the oven.

And pulled out her recipe book.

The one with the pink spine and the partly torn cover. The one she’d filled when she was thirteen—back when she still believed she’d open a bakery one day, call it Little Things, and spend her mornings up to her elbows in flour and sugar and peace.

The pages smelled like vanilla frosting.

Her handwriting was crooked in some places. Hearts dotted the i’s. There were doodles of cupcakes and birthday cakes and ridiculous flavour combination ideas in the margins.

God, she’d loved this once.

Loved it before everything got complicated. Before her body stopped being something she could trust. Before addiction, before shame, before the ache that never went away. Before the headlines and the overdoses and the hospital ceilings.

Before Jack.

Before Oscar.

She didn’t cry when she opened it.

She was past crying now. Too tired. Too raw.

Instead, she flipped to a page near the middle. Lemon lavender shortbread. The ink had smudged a little from something she’d spilled. She remembered burning the first batch. She remembered her papa eating them anyway, smiling through a grimace and saying, “Very good, maus!”

Ana exhaled through her nose. Pulled her hair back. Tied it with a scrap of pink ribbon from the junk drawer.

And started gathering ingredients.

She moved quietly, methodically—sifting flour, softening butter, measuring sugar. The scent of lavender from the pantry made her throat go tight. The lemon zest stuck to her fingers like it was trying to stay.

She needed to do something. She needed to make something.

And maybe—maybe if she could just get through this one recipe, one page from the girl she used to be—then she could hold it together long enough to be able to handle the look on Oscar’s face when she tells him.

She didn’t let herself think past that.

The oven warmed behind her. The soft dough came together in her hands. She pressed it out gently, like it was something delicate and special.

And she baked.

She baked while the world spun mad with her name.

And waited.

—

The music was too loud. The DJ wasn’t shy—he wasn’t particularly good, either. 

Lights flickered like strobes behind his eyes, and the crowd moved like smoke—fluid and formless, all limbs and laughter and expensive cologne. Laughter barked from booths; rich and fake. Glass clinked. Heat surged.

And then—

Crack.

A punch, solid and bone-deep, landing hard against a face.

The sound cut through the music, sharp and biting.

Nate Wolff’s head snapped back with a grunt, body slamming against the mirror-polished wall of the VIP section of the Monaco nightclub. He staggered, blood already blooming from his nose, dripping down his lip and onto the lapel of his pristine, tailored suit.

He didn’t have time to react.

Not before Lucian was on him.

A hand slammed flat into his chest, pinning him back, forearm pressing hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Lucian’s other fist cocked, waiting.

“Try saying any of that shit again,” he growled, voice low, venom-soaked.

Nate coughed, blinking fast through the punch-drunk daze, trying to shove him off. “What the fuck is wrong with you—?”

Lucian pressed harder. "Go ahead. Say her name. Say it one more fucking time and see what I do.”

“I don't know who the hell you think you are—"

Lucian hit him again.

Not in the face this time. In the gut. Fast, brutal, just under the ribs. The kind of punch that stole breath and curled spines.

Nate folded with a gasp, eyes wide.

And then Lucian was in his face—closer than anyone ever got. Close enough to feel his breath, to choke on the heat of his fury.

“It’s funny,” Lucian said, voice low and razor-sharp, “that you think you’re untouchable. Like your last name makes you immune. Like righteousness won’t come knocking.” He leaned in, just enough for the next words to land like a blade. “You think your daddy’s gonna be able to save you from me, little boy?”

Nate spat blood, lip curling in disbelief—but his eyes were already shifting. Pride cracking, panic seeping in. “Fuck—”

Lucian leaned in, voice icy and absolute. “Listen to me very carefully. If you ever open your mouth about your sister like that again—in public or behind closed doors—I will kill you. And you won’t see it coming. You’ll just be gone. Done. Finished. And you’ll never, ever be able to hurt her again.”

Something in his eyes made Nate flinch. Not just pain now. Fear.

Because he meant it.

There wasn’t an ounce of theatre in his threat. No warning shot. No bluff.

“The consequences don’t scare me,” Lucian said, voice low but trembling with a barely contained fury. “I’ve faced worse than prison; and if the day comes that you’re the reason I’m behind bars, I swear—I’ll be a happy man. And I’ll sleep soundly, Nathaniel, knowing that you’ll never be able to make your sister feel the way you have today.”

Nate tried to speak—some weak protest—but Lucian shoved him harder against the wall.

“Go on. Say one more word,” Lucian warned, his tone cold, deadly.

Nate’s eyes darted around, panic flickering beneath his slick, arrogant mask. Security hadn’t moved. No one at his table rushed to his aid. It had all happened too fast. Lucian’s calm was a storm in itself—rage wrapped tight in control, every movement surgical, every word a blade sharpened to deadly precision.

Then, at last, Lucian released him.

Nate slid down the cold wall, trembling, bleeding, half-broken—his pride shattered along with the bloodied suit.

Lucian stood over him, voice cold and sharp as a scalpel. “My name’s Lucian Vincent. When you tell your friends about this—and I know you will, because you’re incapable of keeping your fucking mouth shut—they’ll tell you this: I never make promises I don’t keep.”

Lucian’s eyes didn’t waver. His threat wasn’t empty. It was sealed.

He was a good man, nowadays.

But he’d done bad things. Terrible things.

And he’d do them again.

For Jules.

And, apparently... for Anneliese Wolff.

Without another word, Lucian turned and vanished into the crowd—leaving Nate alone with a mouth pooled with blood and a tremor in his hands. 

—

The rain came down like a thick curtain, drowning the world in grey and silver. Oscar’s car pulled into the driveway, slow and cautious, tires whispering across slick stone as if it belonged there—pulled by some silent, inevitable force.

Ana was already standing on the porch.

She’d been standing there for twenty minutes. Pyjamas soaked through, hair flattened to her skull, bare feet numb against the wood. But she couldn’t go inside. Not until she saw him. Not until she knew that he was real—that he’d actually come when she called. 

Then the driver’s door cracked open. He stepped out, rain instantly soaking him to the bone, turning him into a shape carved from the storm.

He blinked up at the house, wiped his hand across his forehead. And then—through the rain, his voice rang out, “You have a big house!”

Ana barked a laugh. Loud and uneven. A cry was tangled in it. Her hand flew up to her mouth like she could catch the sound, but it was too late.

It was out. All of it was about to be out.

She stepped off the porch. The cold stone path was rough under her feet but she didn’t care. He was already walking toward her.

They met halfway.

The storm swallowed them. Thunder rolled in the distance and the rain blurred everything but him. Oscar. Warm, real, alive in front of her. Not angry yet. Not disappointed. Not disgusted.

And then she broke.

Her sobs came hard—loud and full-body, her breath hitching like her lungs didn’t know how to work anymore. Her hands trembled, fingers clenched at her sides. She wanted to explain. She needed to. Needed to get the words out before they crushed her from the inside.

But before she could say anything, Oscar tilted his head slightly and asked, soft and unshaken, “Do you want a hug?”

It nearly split her in two.

She nodded—too fast, too hard—and stepped into his arms like she’d never known safety until right then.

His arms closed around her without hesitation.

They stood there in the rain, the world gone quiet except for the steady drum of water on concrete. Her tears soaked into his shirt, her fists clutched at his back like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.

Then—suddenly—she pulled back.

“I have to tell you everything,” she said, breathless. “Right now. Or I won’t be able to.”

Oscar blinked, startled. “Okay…”

“No, like—fuck, okay, just—don’t interrupt. Please.”

He nodded slowly, brows pinched in concern.

She was trembling. Cold, wet, terrified. “Toto Wolff is my dad.”

His mouth opened. A blink. “You—wait, hold on—”

“And I was a drug addict,” she rushed on. “Heroin. Cocaine. Pills. Everything. For four years—no, five. I was fifteen when it started. I almost died. Twice. I’ve been clean for almost a year now but—fuck, I didn’t tell you. I should’ve.”

“Ana—”

“I’m sorry,” she choked, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, Oscar. I didn’t lie, I just—I couldn’t tell you: I was scared that if I did, you’d hate me. That you wouldn’t want to—” She stopped, swallowed. “That you wouldn’t want to scene with me anymore. That you’d think I was dirty. Untrustworthy. Not good enough for you.”

Oscar just stared. Stunned. Silent. Like she’d tilted the world sideways.

Then, finally, his hands came up to frame her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears—or rain—on her cheeks. He traced the arch of her brow, the edge of her jaw, the curve of her mouth. She was shaking. Wide-eyed. Still bracing for impact.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, smaller this time. 

And Oscar’s heart splintered at the sight of her—so fierce, and yet so fragile, standing there in the rain, like she was bracing for him to destroy her.

He hadn’t expected this. Any of it. Her soaked through, her voice shaking, the words tumbling out like they’d been burning a hole in her throat. And now she was looking at him like he had the power to wreck her with a single word.

It made sense, didn’t it? That she was more complicated than he’d imagined. She always had been. It wasn’t just the sharp tongue or the restless energy or the way she carried herself like someone who’d already survived a war or two. It was all of it. All of her. And maybe—somehow, whether by fate or something dangerously close to it—he’d always been meant to end up right here. With her.

But still—Toto Wolff.

The name hit like a punch to the sternum.

Oscar had spent the better part of his career orbiting that name. Racing around it. Hoping for nods of approval, maybe a little recognition. Toto was a titan in their world, an institution. His name could open doors—or slam them shut with terrifying finality.

And now she was telling him she was his daughter?

His stomach twisted. Would Toto hate him for this? Would he see Oscar as reckless, a threat, a problem? What if falling for her cost him everything? His place on the grid. His career. His name, dragged through backroom conversations and sealed-handshake paddock politics.

But even as the fear flared in his chest, it didn’t last long.

Because here she was. Anneliese—Anneliese Wolff, he knew now. Crying and broken and soaked to the bone, and still strong enough to stand there, hold herself upright, and tell him everything. 

And he knew. God, he knew.

She was worth it.

All of it.

The risk, the potential fallout, the mess. 

He’d take every hit the world could throw at him just for the chance to shield her from them.

“Anneliese,” he said, her name thick in his throat. “Baby. I’m way past just wanting to scene with you.”

Her breath hitched—just slightly—but he felt it. Saw the way her fingers curled tighter into the hem of his shirt.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, their soaked skin pressed together, his voice low and rough and sure. “God. I wish you’d told me. I wish you’d just—this could’ve been so much easier.”

His chest felt tight. His thoughts a blur of grief and fury. Not at her. Never at her.

But at the people who should’ve protected her and didn’t. At the brother who’d—what? Gone on a podcast and handed her trauma over to the world like it was his to share, his to flaunt, his to handle in any way. 

His breath hitched. Heart pounding. “Baby... I want you in my bed. In my car. In my stupid little overpriced apartment. I want you in my arms when I’ve won, and I want you in my lap when I haven’t. I just—I want you.”

She blinked up at him, water trailing from her lashes. Rain, or tears—he couldn’t tell. “So you—you don’t care?” she whispered.

“I care that you’re standing in the rain in soaking pyjamas,” he murmured, one hand cradling the back of her neck. “I care that you’re freezing and shaking and hurting. I want to carry you inside, wrap you in something warm, and take care of you in every way I know how.” He kissed her forehead—slow, lingering—like he could kiss the fear away. “But your past? The things you’ve done—the drugs—”

“It’s worse, Osc.” Her voice cracked on his name. Small. Barely a breath. “It’s so much worse than you’re imagining. I need you to know that.”

His jaw tightened.

The image of her, strung out and desperate and hurting.

And even still, part of his mind was still stuck on what her brother had done.

He could feel the anger unfurling in his chest like flame. 

He’d blasted her shame across an audience of millions, probably—he’d find out, soon enough. Would let himself look and see the extent of the damage he’d done. 

But Anneliese looked scared—like she thought he might hurt her too. “You can tell me,” he said, voice low, steady. “All of it. Every detail.”

She shook her head once, hard. Her lips trembled. “I don’t know how.” She whispered.

“I’ll teach you,” he said gently. “How to be honest. Prove how much you can trust me.” Then, after a beat, he gave a crooked little smile, dry and almost self-deprecating. “And your dad? I mean—yeah, it’s not ideal,” he said. “He’s probably going to try and have me dismembered. But I’ll risk it. I’ll risk everything, baby. If it means I get the chance to have you. To make you mine.”

His words hit her like sunlight through water. Her eyes welled again, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch.

Oscar leaned back just enough to look at her properly—and there it was again: the fear in her eyes, still clinging, still trembling at the edges. And underneath it, something quieter. Braver. Hopeful.

“You’re you, Anneliese,” he said quietly. “The bad parts, the good parts. You’re still my Anneliese, the brave girl who trusted me enough to give me her mind, and her body—mine, Anneliese. If you let me have you.”

She let out a broken, shuddering sound—half-sob, half-laugh—and then, without even giving himself a second to hesitate, he kissed her.

Really kissed her.

Not like someone afraid of the ghosts of her past, or the man who’d raised her—who could end his career with a single phone call, and was sleeping just a few hundred feet away.

Not like someone unsure.

But like someone who had already made his choice.

And decided she was worth it.

Every inch of trouble. Every consequence.

Anneliese Wolff was going to be worth it all.

[pearl-tarotist]

⋆ ⁺₊ ⋆ ⊱ ༒︎ Your Future Spouse's jealousy ༒︎ ⊰ ⋆ ⁺₊ ⋆

On this PAC we will go over what makes your future spouse jealous & how they behave under the influence of their jealousy.

Pile 1

What makes them jealous?

Your future husband appears in the reading as someone mentally insecure in the realm of romantic relationships, who feels a deep sense of ownership over their partner. This need stems from personal insecurity and does not reflect a sexist or toxic mindset. It’s possible that this person experiences jealousy when you're in the presence of someone they perceive as more intelligent than them. Perhaps you are attracted to individuals with sharp intellects, who are witty, self-assured, and able to navigate any environment or area with ease. For this reason, this person feels a strong urge to embrace you and keep you in their arms, especially when they feel threatened by the possibility of losing you to a man who is more established in his life and professional career. Moreover, as a general rule, this person feels jealous when they see someone trying to win you over, not necessarily through direct flirting, but by showcasing their physicality or adopting a servile, seductive attitude. They are likely someone who expresses their love through acts of service and help; thus, they fear that another person may take their place or diminish the value of their gestures of affection.

How do they behave under the influence of their jealousy?

In contrast to the mental unrest they may feel when they are jealous or see someone flirting with you, the way they express those jealous feelings is very gentle and mature, and as a result, they exhibit balanced and fair behavior. Instead of creating a confrontation or keeping their feelings locked away until they explode, they will want to talk to you directly. When they do, they will maintain a gentle and soft tone of voice; at no point will they raise their voice or get angry with you, as, strangely, even though they are insecure about themselves, they have a lot of confidence in your feelings and understand that you only want them. They will talk to you about their insecurities or doubts from an adult and mature perspective, always being fair with you. The goal of the conversation will not be to reprimand behaviors or attempt to control each other’s actions, but rather to present and explain their feelings, with an effort to collaborate and grow together in the relationship.

Still, on a material level, I believe they would try to soothe their insecurity and secure the relationship by gifting you something like jewelry or high-value products/experiences. These gifts have two purposes: the first, to show they are capable of providing for you, and the second, to reassure themselves and ensure you, within their possibilities, that there is no better partner for you.

Pile 2

What makes them jealous?

This person has a very clear definition of what they want to offer you as a partner. They want to offer you the stars and the entire universe. This person will be extremely protective of you, meaning they won’t let you feel emotionally insecure in the relationship. Secondly, they will do everything in their power to give you what you need on a professional and personal level (such as seeing the Northern Lights, traveling to a certain place, or securing a specific job). Because of this, they feel extremely jealous when anyone else gives you what they cannot.

In this relationship, it is possible that you work together or in the same field; therefore, they may feel jealous if your supervisor gets a raise for you, while they, who would have liked to move the pieces to get it for you, could not achieve it (ethics aside).

Other couples may live in different parts of the world for a time and have cultural differences. Because of this, they may also feel jealous when, due to these differences, they cannot fully see you as a person and lose parts of your being and soul because they still don’t understand parts of your culture that others can share with you. Additionally, when you are physically separated, they will feel jealous of those who can see and enjoy with you the different museums, beaches, experiences...

All these feelings come from a need to get to know you more and love you with greater intensity and depth; they do not come from a need to prevent others from doing so, and I believe this is very profound and very healthy.

How do they behave under the influence of their jealousy?

When this person gets jealous, they’ll increase their efforts to win you over in a pretty intense way, trying to position themselves as the best option. Among the things they might do, and considering you’ll be separated at these moments, they’ll send you provocative photos to show you their best physical and sexual version (not just nudes, but also pictures of their best outfits or after working out... stuff like that). The goal is to reaffirm their attractiveness and make sure they keep your attention, especially when they feel insecure or distant from you.

Additionally, they’ll position themselves as the best option and try to show you their best qualities. I believe they are in a position of power and want to show their best version, though sometimes they might idealize things a bit & exaggerate others. All of this is driven by their desire and to make sure there’s no better alternative for you, especially during moments of insecurity or jealousy.

They may also make incursions into your daily life, especially if you live in different places. They might take a flight just to see you. In other cases, they’ll wait for you outside your work with flowers or make time where they have none to see you. This reflects their desire to be close to you, show their commitment, and make sure you feel special and appreciated. Their efforts to connect with you physically, even in complicated situations or with tight schedules, are a way to reaffirm their interest and make sure you are not forgetting them, especially when there are physical or emotional distances involved.

Pile 3 -

What makes them jealous?

First of all, your future spouse is emotionally reserved and doesn’t express his feelings easily. He feels jealous when others make gestures toward you that involve financial generosity — for example, if someone invites you for coffee or lunch, even if it’s just a friendly meeting between colleagues. He doesn’t like it when you share your burdens or responsibilities with others but not with him. As your partner, he believes it’s his role to help you lighten that load, and when he’s not given the chance, he feels frustrated and lacking in his role as a partner.

Also, he feels hurt when you show patience and understanding toward others but don’t offer him the same gentleness or time to process certain topics. Furthermore — and in a somewhat toxic way — he struggles with this because he deeply enjoys your nurturing and caring nature. When he sees you extending that warmth to others, it makes him feel insecure, as if they might also become enchanted by you.

He feels possessive because he’s afraid someone else might take you away from him.

How do he behaves under the influence of their jealousy?

He becomes clingy and affectionate, like a sly cat seeking a treat. He kisses you gently while hugging you from behind, leaving soft, quick kisses on your neck and shoulders.

If someone gives you a present or invites you to lunch, he’ll respond by showering you with gifts and gestures worth twice as much — as if trying to outdo the original gesture.

He doesn’t express his jealousy through resentment or bitterness, but rather through a quiet ambition to prove he’s the best partner you could have. For some of you, this period of jealousy may feel like a rollercoaster — one day he gives you everything, and the next he’s emotionally distant, busy licking his own emotional wounds.

In general, he is likely to feel jealous during the first few months of dating. However, there will come a moment when he grows tired of being jealous all the time and experiences personal growth. He will mature into a reliable partner who always has the best resources for you and becomes a dependable companion you can always turn to for advice.

[redwinewhiteroses]

Who is your destined lover or "the one" ?

Their qualities and personality...

☆ There's only three groups here, so this is a very general reading. Your destined lover could possess a similar energy explained in the reading you choose, but they may or may not be exactly the same as a person. Also this isn't an in-depth reading, I just explored only their most prominent energy.

☆ This reading may or may not be about your future spouse. This is about a significant soulmate/romantic connection that you will experience at some point in your life as if by destiny. A lover who feels incredibly special to you in a way that you think only fate could've brought them to you ♥︎

Masterlist

1. Black cat 🖤

Seven of Wands, Eight of Cups, Three of Cups, Five of Swords, Seven of Pentacles

One of the most notable qualities of your destined person is their spirit. They are incredibly strong and courageous. They are unafraid to stand alone. Your destined lover could very well be hyper-independent. This person could be someone who better works alone, or they just simply do everything on their own. Ngl their cooperativeness could be very low because they just like to do it their way almost all the time.

The next quality that really stands out to me is how selective they are about the people they choose to keep close. They are clear about boundaries and I don't think they choose to let those down for just anyone. These boundaries will always be important to them. They will only associate people who respect their boundaries and expectations.

This is definitely not someone with a large social circle(even if they do, they could be emotionally distant), simply because their boundaries are pretty strong and also because they are not that agreeable. They piss people off most of the time because of their competitive nature and aggressiveness.

However they could have a few meaningful connections that they nurture in an almost possessive way. Your destined person doesn't like shallow and superficial connections, and they definitely don't stay to entertain the bare minimum. This is the kind of person that would rather be alone than be in a relationship that isn't fulfilling to them.

Your person walks away from people and situations like changing clothes. They would never develop roots unless their requirements are met. I don't really know what they are looking for in people or connections, they are just super selective for some reason. I'm assuming they could be looking for value and the long-term potential of relationships, but most certainly they have some other criteria they consider on their mind as well.

They don't really get along with people that well and could easily turn their friends into enemies; sometimes to just prove a point, to prove that they are right and others are wrong.

They could be introverted but maybe not that much either. It's just that they don't hang out with people or friends that much. They might hate socialising or mingling with people. Your person is emotionally distant and closed off.

Since they don't let people in, and because they are not super friendly, they could be misunderstood all the time. This leads to them attracting futile conflict. People could attack them because your person could come off as intimidating and too rigid.

Your destined lover absolutely values their personal space and is super protective of themselves. It's kinda cool how the image is also a black cat, because they are definitely that without a doubt. They could be someone who looks like they scratch and bite(metaphorically) so strangers don't really test them. They could also have a private life, or not many details of their personal life are known by outsiders, mostly because they don't socialise openly.

Despite their aggressiveness, this person is not impulsive. Their intensity is contained but always active. They could be incredibly patient and solid. They like to mind their own business and do meaningful things. This is someone who values commitment; they don't just get into relationships unless they really really really want that. So if they are in a relationship with you, they are in it for the long run.

Truth be told, it might be challenging to be with this person sometimes because of how they act when they feel threatened. But it doesn't make them a bad person, they are just the way they are. They want someone who can put up with their ways.

With all these qualities they possess, we know that your destined lover is authentic. They are not fake or superficial, they don't wear masks or adapt to social situations, and they are not a people pleaser. They just don't care about keeping up appearances; they show up just as they are and stand tall unapologetically.

They are like "F*ck people's opinions. I have zero f*cks to give" haha 😂 They simply don't care about haters. They just live life on their terms, despite what people say or do. The last thing your destined person will look for is external validation; nope, they don't need that.

They might be constantly looking for fulfillment all alone, by themselves. Maybe even doubting if they will ever end their search for it. This could be a trauma response or because of a past situation; the reason they withdraw and detach themselves from most people and situations. They are probably exhausted and emotionally stressed. Maybe they have an abandonment wound or something similar.

This person has successfully done a lot of soul-searching. They are honest and accept themselves, and maybe they don't think others will understand and accept them, or they simply don't ever let people get close to even try.

They don't really feel supported because it's difficult for them to find their place in a community. The lack of social engagement might make them retreat further into their loneliness. Your person feels defeated sometimes when they are alone and thinking to themselves, but once they go out again and interact with people, they compete, hurt others and gets defensive. They just somehow spoils relationships and let things get sour.

Then again, people being forced to leave them might not be too obvious. Maybe people just maintain a little distance from your person. Your person could actually have many people surrounding them, but with little to no access to them. There's a disconnect between your person and the outside world(people in general).

What's truly remarkable is they carry on cultivating their life. They don't give up even if the world turns their back on them; they'll do it alone, they'll do it sad or happy and they'll do it at all costs. For them, life never stops. If things don't go their way, they just move on and continue.

Your destined lover is focussed on growth. They are realistic and patient. I see them being committed to their investments. They value stability and self-sufficiency so much because they don't like to rely or depend on anyone else. One of the most important things to them is financial independence and progress in life. They could be self-employed too, or they have self made wealth. Nobody gave it to them, they just did it all alone.

I'm getting another message that for some of you, this person could be incredibly financially well-off(like ultra-rich) Because of their accomplishments they find it difficult to share genuine connections with people, so they are compelled to be on their guard to not be used. Since their surrounding environment and people are deceiving and not too upfront or trustable with their intentions, your person is defensive and always ready to fight. Their weapons are constantly ready. They anticipate trouble, and they will swing their sword at the first sign of danger.

They have to protect themselves and their wealth and it hasn't been that easy to do that. They could have been on survival mode at some point in the past or still is, to not lose what they have created by themselves.

They could have enemies waiting to attack them for what they possess. They feel lonely and protective and yearns for connections that don't harm them or make them want to leave. I feel like they want to stay for once and see a relationship grow and develop fruits without having to weed it off the ground. It's difficult to let connections grow naturally when the whole world is watching and trying to get a piece of you. So that is a specific message for a few of you.

The qualities I talked about here of your destined lover could be the most prominent, however these are not the only ones to describe them. In this reading, this is the energy that decided to show up, so you got to see this side of them.

Random messages : self-protective, defensive, values loyalty, strong, grit, fights back, unapologetic, doesn't tolerate bullshit, most likely doesn't give second chances to no one, childhood trauma, fame, financially blessed, have enemies out in the open, vary of people, trust issues, no one can be trusted, property disputes or sibling rivalry, hurt and disappointment, has dealt with betrayal in the past, close family may have disappointed them multiple times, gated community, racial discrimination, having to fight to get by/survival mode, emotionally stressed, too many responsibilities, willing to wait for things that last, values emotional regulation, craves peace and harmony, children/childhood might be important to them, maybe well-known but not necessarily liked, criticism from others, people trying to drag them down, rags to riches, endless search for something meaningful.

I'm also thinking of Justin Bieber's life being negatively influenced by fame. Even Michael Jackson's. How the surroundings can build or break someone. Your destined lover might not be famous, but maybe they have a similar story or is facing similar circumstances.

‍‍‍‌‌One or many of these could be confirmation messages that are relevant to you.

Possible zodiac placements/energy : Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Mars in 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 10 houses, Virgo placements, Mars in fire signs, Exalted mars, Saturn in fire signs, Saturn in 1, 4, 7, 10 houses, Earth stelliums, Capricorn moon, Scorpio placements, Water/Fire/Earth rising, Fire moon, Moon-Saturn/Moon-Mars.

Channelled songs

The lyrics could be the message they want to say to you or to the world.

That is all for lovely group 1. Have a wonderful day! 💌🌷

2. Cherries 🍒

Six of Pentacles reversed, Three of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, Nine of Cups, Ace of Pentacles

Your destined lover is blessed with abundance. The main energy that is coming through is how incredibly resourceful they are. And at the same time their willingness to share those blessings with their loved ones.

Your person is a visionary. Sagittarius energy or even Jupiterian energy is prominent in these cards. I'll get into more details about astrology later.

I'm thinking of this song, so let me just add it here 😅

I think they are super optimistic or very sure that everything will work out for them. One could say this person is incredibly lucky and blessed. For some of you this person could've been born with a silver spoon. Probably comes from a really good family.

Your divine lover is spendthrift. They will spend lavishly. The one thing they will generously give away without fail is their material resources. They will pamper their loved ones with riches. In a group of friends they can be the friend who always lends money to the struggling friends, and pays for dinner when they go out; the one who is in charge of finances.

So the most prominent energy that they might possess is how rich they are in many different ways.

They could be overspending or they simply give too much without expecting equal exchange. Six of Pentacles came out reversed, which could indicate selfishness, but looking at the other cards, I don't really think this person is selfish. But still there's a negative aspect to how they are sharing their wealth. (Maybe they are doing something illegal haha, nah I'm jk😅) Maybe it's just that they lack gratitude for what they already have and keep wanting more. Or they give and give, but fail to receive, or people take advantage of their generosity.

There's also a slight possibility that they give only to expect subservience from someone or to expect some other benefit.

Honestly I'm pretty confused with figuring out what exactly their reality is with this Six of Pentacles. So I'd like to believe that they give in many different ways, for many different reasons and in different occasions their energy is different(as to why they give what they give). They could be a businessperson because they cannot always be the same with everyone. They cannot be kind all the time, but they cannot be too selfish either. When sharing their resources, this person is neither good nor bad in a moral sense. They'll just do what is profitable.

You divine person is working to build a legacy. They could be the most well-accomplished member of their family. They are patiently anticipating a lot of big things. Their dreams are limitless. They have a long-term vision of the ideal life that they wish to live. Right now they might be living it too, but still they are waiting for completion and greater fulfillment.

They value family and emotional security that comes from being in a pack? (pack of wolves/strong sense of family) Their future is incomplete if they don't settle down and create their own family.

I'm thinking of in the Sims 4 you have aspirations to choose from, and your person would undoubtedly choose the two Fortune aspirations('Baron mansion' and 'Fabulously wealthy') and one of the family aspirations, which is 'Successful lineage' lol😄 Life could be their playground. They create what they want. I'm thinking of great manifestation skills through mind's vision. Their manifestation happens not only because of practical tools, it's also their expansive vision that help them realize their dreams.

I think they long to create a family someday. It's really important to them to have family around to share their success. They might be looking to retire early or already has because life is literally set for them. A lot of accomplishments are already theirs.

Your divine lover is really confident because everything works out for them. Good fortune follows them wherever they go. I don't think they have struggled too much to get to this place, even if they did, most of it has been effortless. They attract riches like they own it.

Your divine lover is feeling fulfilled, ig it's safe to say they have it all. Maybe their life is imperfect after all of this, but no one can deny how abundantly blessed they are; not just material wealth, their existence is blessed by the divine or due to the good karma they've done before.

For some of you, this person might've won a lottery lol. Or a significant milestone that kinda changed their luck and life forever.

They are probably well-known, respected or famous for something. They could live a luxurious life. A winner comes to mind.

I'm thinking of this song too.

These songs just make me think they are a romantic at heart. Although we do not have such cards showing up here, I feel like they dream of the perfect family life; another dream that they are manifesting right now. I think they know it is going to happen at the perfect time. They are waiting.

There's more projects, investments and new ventures they are about to do. Success is already guaranteed even if it's just the beginning. I see them trying to envision other things they can do (Something like "What else can I do? What have I not done yet? What more can I do?" ). They might also be planning an advancement in their career or business.

For some of you, they might've recently received an inheritance, gained a significant promotion or signed a major business deal.

All in all, your divine lover is someone who is materially inclined. They are driven by a strong desire for wealth, luxury, and worldly success.

Random messages : rich, material possessions, real estate, property management, home environment/home/house is important to your person, knowledgeable, great foresight, oldest child, president/entrepreneur/manager, travelling might be a major part of their work/career(a pilot maybe), luxury holidays, financially blessed, no shortcomings, wise, probably older in age or mature, achievement-oriented mindset, constantly on the go, flight tickets, vehicle modifications/motorsports/racing driver, rental properties, politician, plans and more plans, multiple sources of income, family business, legacy, new opportunities on the horizon.

There's a lot of zodiac placements I feel is complementary to the energy here. Obviously only a few might be relevant to your divine lover. Remember these placements may or may not be accurate.

Possible zodiac placements/energy : Earth, earth and more earth lol😭, Taurus moon(Exalted), 2nd house placements, Moon in the 2nd house in good dignity, Benefic 4th house placements, Moon mars conjunction in 2nd house or other houses, 11th house placements, Mercury in the 11th house, 10th lord in the 2nd, 7th, 10th or 11th, 7th lord in 11th house, 7th house placements, Mars/Mercury in 7th house, Exalted Venus/Venus in own sign, 10th house stellium, 2nd house stellium, Sagittarius rising, Benefic Jupiter in the 1st house, 9th house placements, Leo placements, Sun in good condition, Jupiter in 2nd house, Benefics in the 2nd house, Exalted 10th or 2nd lord, Rahu conjunct Venus, Venus conjunct Jupiter, Venus in 1st, 2nd or 10th house, Something about Mercury so Gemini rising/3rd house placements/Moon in 3rd, 2nd house lord in 3rd.

And that concludes your reading. Thanks for joining me. Have a nice day! 🤎

3. Red window 🥀

Queen of Cups reversed, Judgement, Page of Pentacles, The Empress, Ten of Wands

One message I'm getting is this is a new person, or you haven't met your divine lover yet. You will know them soon, or something important about them will be revealed to you.

Your divine lover is someone who is relatively young, maybe in their 20's. They have recently discovered their life purpose or they have had an awakening on what to do next in their life. They might be at the initial stages of figuring out life, but they are committed to achieving success.

Your divine lover is emotionally sensitive. They might need constant reassurance that they are doing alright. Emotional support is valuable to them, they really need it. They might be needy and fragile, and sometimes they could become emotionally manipulative just to feel secure.

They might be working a lot on themselves lately. I see a lot of growth happening in their lives but it comes with a lot of hard work and consistency.

There's also an energy of your divine lover finally finding themselves. Loving and caring for themselves more than they used to. They may have neglected their emotional well-being to please others, or maybe they gave a lot to people and forgot to actually care about their own well-being. But now after a certain situation happened, they are investing a lot of time and energy for self-care and healing. They are choosing themselves and putting in a lot of work to be more powerful in their own skin.

Your person is probably someone who is artistic and creative. They might've started a creative venture recently. They might've monetised a creative hobby of theirs; drawing paintings or commissions etc.. Right now all their efforts are focussed on creation.

They are starting to take accountability for themselves. Especially if they haven't been before.

Your person might struggle with giving too much of their energy to others. They could be a caregiver too, and because of that they feel responsible for a lot of things. I actually think your divine lover possess a huge capacity to love and take care of others. Even when it's difficult/challenging to show up sometimes, they will be there to take care of their loved ones and make sure they are doing alright.

Your person is connected to their heart space in a beautiful way. They feel everything deeply. They have a lot of water energy and earth energy too.

"A sensitive soul"

This message could be for someone. Your divine lover might be taking care of their mother or a female figure in their life. It might be an unfair burden placed upon them, but they fulfill it with so much love, care and respect.

I'm thinking of Jack Frost from the Rise of the Guardians movie sacrificing his life while saving his little sister. Your divine lover reminds me of him. Jack Frost had an awakening too, and finally found his purpose. He was young and stubborn but ultimately he worked hard to gain something greater than himself.

"Life is beautiful when it's not just about you."

Your divine lover isn't perfect, but his heart, his feelings and his intentions are admirable. They carry their heart on the sleeve.

Channelled song

Random messages : young, late bloomer, pure heart, sensitive, first rodeo, artistic/poetic/creative/sentimental, willing to put in the work, might not have an idea of what they should do but will stick by it anyway, mood swings, sometimes overly nurturing to the point of burnout, emotionally immature(maybe not always), received a big opportunity/plan/idea with potential to grow, new job aligning with their calling/purpose, unique career/inner calling/hobbies turned into a full-time career, novice, making an important financial decision right now, big heart, gentle, Aang from ATLA.

These placements may or may not be accurate. I'm just listing placements that I think match with the energy of the reading.

Possible zodiac placements/energy : Water moon, Cancer placements, Mars in Cancer, Saturn in 1, 4, 7, 10 houses, Virgo/Taurus/Capricorn placements, Water rising, Cancer sun, Gemini placements, Cancer stellium, Saturn in earth sign, NN in earth sign, 5th house placements, Leo placements, Scorpio, Pisces.

Hope you enjoyed this reading! Sending you good vibes, love and joy! ✨️

[girl4music]

Assuming that this definition is still the truth:

“The NHS definition is that it’s a phantom sound that your brain is creating, that it isn’t something ‘real’, so you should try to ignore it.”

Doesn’t that open up implications to other mental illnesses or disorders? Could you record the imagery in a schizophrenic person’s brain for example?

Technically no sound is a physical thing. But that of which can create that sound is. Which is what is meant.

So what creates tinnitus if it’s not phantom sound?

What creates the imagery if it’s not phantom vision?

You see my point. We are referring to it as “physical” when the senses themselves have never been physical.

They recorded tinnitus? It's a physical thing?????

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ MAKE YOU MINE kazuha nakamura x reader

♬ I wanna make you mine…

❀ ͘ ⴰ up next | ⭢ miss possessive

↳ warnings yn is apart of aespa and the definition of nepotism , kazuha is down bad and doesn’t care about anything but yn, fluff, tension, desperation

kazuha was a quiet girl. she kept to herself most of the time, focused on her own world. she was never the type to step outside the comfort of her group, and honestly, she liked it that way. the calm, the routine, the. predictability, it suited her. she liked that she could stay in her lane, not worry about anyone but herself and her members.

that was until her.

her, as in yn.

of course kazuha knew aespa. she would’ve had to be living under a rock not to. the amount of times her members had interacted with theirs made it impossible not to be aware. 

but yn? everyone knew yn. not just as a member of aespa, but as yn.

they had never been formally introduced. not a handshake, not even a shared word, but kazuha knew who she was. how could she not?

her dad’s side were money people, manhattan apartments, art galleries, and weekend getaways to europe. and her mom’s side? let’s just say she has two aunts named jessica and krystal jung. nepotism? absolutely . but yn carried herself like she didn’t owe anyone an explanation for it. and somehow, that made kazuha notice her even more.

but it wasn’t until one night, when kazuha was laid up in bed, phone dimmed to night mode, that it really hit her. she came across a video of aespa’s youngest on a radio show with the rest of her group. and even through the screen, even surrounded by older members, yn’s confidence was loud. not obnoxious, just magnetic. like she knew she didn’t need to try.

kazuha blinked, then tapped on the tag under the video #yn. she scrolled. and scrolled. and scrolled.

forty minutes later, she was still at it.

yeah. she was down bad.

it was only when her thumb paused on a fancam compilation that she really registered what was happening. this wasn’t just casual admiration. this wasn’t just “oh she’s pretty.” this was full blown celebrity crush territory. 

and the weirdest part? they weren’t even that far apart. same industry, same circles. technically, kazuha could run into her. technically, she had a chance.

she tried to tell herself she’d stop after one more video. then another. and another. until one clip made her freeze.

it was a fan filmed moment, yn and yunjin laughing together at an event.

kazuha sat up.

yunjin.

“you’re interested in yn?” yunjin asked the next morning, looking at kazuha like she’d just confessed a felony. “like… yn from aespa?”

kazuha nodded, a bright smile on her face, eyes practically glowing. she felt different—like something inside her had shifted overnight. who knew a crush could flip your entire vibe like this?

“kazuha…” yunjin said slowly, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to read the younger girl’s soul. “sit down.”

kazuha obediently took a seat, still smiling, waiting for whatever serious revelation yunjin clearly thought she needed to hear.

“I’m gonna tell you something about your new little fixation,” yunjin said, folding her arms. “her ex girlfriend is wonyoung.”

if it had been anyone else, kazuha might’ve gasped, blinked in shock, maybe even reconsidered. but instead, she just tilted her head, unfazed, still waiting because so what? wonyoung or not, she didn’t care. that wasn’t enough to make her back off.

yunjin sighed, like she already knew this was a bad idea.

“look, apparently everyone thinks they’re gonna get back together one day. like, even though they’re broken up, there’s still this… thing between them. it’s like wonyoung still has this unspoken claim on her, you know? no one really tries to go after yn. they just don’t.”

kazuha didn’t flinch.

girls like kazuha, the ones that keep to themselves, who don’t really interact much with others, seem to have a certain drive when they want things, and who knew a girl over everything would cause kazuha to act like this.

yunjin started at the girl in shock, “oh so you’re serious?”

“yep.”

who would've thought that this was what it would take to light a fire under kazuha?

yunjin stared at her, still trying to process the shift.

“oh,” she said slowly, eyebrows raised. “so you’re actually serious?”

kazuha nodded, completely calm. “yep.”

no hesitation. no second thoughts.

kazuha leaned casually against the hallway wall, nodding politely at idols who passed by. usually, she’d be tucked away in her group’s dressing room, avoiding unnecessary interaction but not today. today, she was on a mission.

her eyes scanned the crowd with quiet focus, searching for one face.

she was just about to give up and head back when she finally saw her.

yn stood in front of the vending machine, a half-eaten pretzel stick lazily hanging from her lips as she squinted at the snack options. completely unbothered, completely in her own world.

kazuha’s body moved before her brain could catch up feet already carrying her across the hallway like muscle memory. she stopped just behind yn, taking a brief second to admire her up close. flawless skin, sharp jaw, that effortless energy that pulled people in without trying.

she cleared her throat gently.

yn turned, pretzel still in her mouth, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise.

“need a suggestion?” kazuha asked, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

yn glanced over her shoulder, one brow raised in mild curiosity, but after a beat, she gave a small nod.

“I  like the peach milkis,” kazuha offered, eyes flicking to the vending machine, then back to the girl in front of her. “it’s kind of underrated.”

yn hummed, scanning the options again before slipping some coins into the machine. 

“thanks,” she said casually, pressing the button. the can dropped with a clunk.

she turned back, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “kazuha, right?”

kazuha’s smile widened just a little. “yeah.”

and just like that, her name sounded different coming from yn’s mouth. warmer. familiar

“I’m yn,” she said, lifting the can to her lips, eyes locked on kazuha’s like she was trying to read her.

kazuha felt the weight of that gaze, but didn’t flinch. “I know,” she replied before immediately catching herself. “I mean, sorry, nice to meet you.”

yn’s lips curled slightly around the rim of the can, clearly amused.

“you’re friends with yunjin unnie, right?” kazuha added, hoping to recover some of her composure.

yn nodded slowly, still watching her. “something like that.”

a brief silence settled between them, not awkward, but thick with something unsaid. kazuha could feel her own pulse in her ears, her usually calm demeanor just barely holding steady under yn’s gaze.

she cleared her throat, grasping for anything to say. “uh… so, is the drink good?”

yn took another sip, slow and deliberate, eyes never once leaving kazuha’s face. she finally pulled the can away, lips curving into a small, knowing smirk.

“yeah,” she said, voice smooth. “good taste.”

kazuha felt a flutter in her chest, something ridiculous for a simple compliment, but yn had that effect made the most mundane words feel like they were wrapped in something electric.

“you always hang around vending machines giving drink advice?” yn added, tilting her head slightly, playful now.

kazuha smiled, a little shy but still holding her ground. “only when a pretty girl is having trouble finding a drink.”

yn blinked, caught off guard just for a second before laughing under her breath, shaking her head like she hadn’t expected that from her.

“cute,” she murmured, lifting the drink again. “I’ll see you around, kazuha.”

and just like that, she turned and walked off down the hallway, leaving kazuha standing there heart racing, smile threatening to break across her face.

kazuha was curled up in bed, phone resting on her chest, when her bedroom door flew open with a loud thud.

“wonyoung’s ex? really, kazuha?” chaewon barked as she stormed in, arms crossed and eyebrows raised so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline.

yunjin followed right behind her, looking visibly panicked, eyes darting between the two like she was preparing to mediate a full blown crisis.

kazuha blinked, barely sitting up, groggy and confused. “what, wait, how did you—?”

“don’t act innocent,” chaewon snapped, pacing at the foot of the bed. “you leave the room for ten minutes and suddenly you’re planning your wedding with the one girl who comes with a warning label written in bold red letters “‘wonyoung’s ex.’”

kazuha rubbed her eyes and groaned, muttering, “seriously,how did you know?”

yunjin held up her hands, breathless. “I might’ve… mentioned it… hypothetically.”

chaewon spun around, eyes wide in disbelief. “oh my god, you are actually insane, kazuha. have you ever even heard of girl code?”

kazuha sat up straighter, arms crossed over her chest, clearly unbothered. “I don’t even talk to wonyoung.”

chaewon scoffed. “that’s not the point! it’s an unspoken rule. you don’t go near someone who’s had history with a girl like wonyoung especially not that kind of history.”

“what kind of history?” kazuha asked, feigning innocence but fully aware of the storm she was stirring.

yunjin buried her face in her hands. “oh no, she’s gone. we’ve lost her.”

“do you know how bad this is gonna be for me if you and yn actually start something?” chaewon exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “like, seriously?”

“calm down,” kazuha said, trying to sound rational even though her heart was anything but. “it was just one conversation. seriously. she probably forgot about it already.”

“she called you cute,” yunjin muttered, almost too quietly like she regretted it the second the words left her mouth.

kazuha’s eyes snapped toward her, a sharp are you serious? glare shooting across the room.

“she called you cute?!” chaewon practically shrieked, eyes bulging. “oh my god. we’re all doomed.”

“can you guys relax?” kazuha huffed, running a hand through her hair. “so what if they dated? that has nothing to do with me.”

“no, that’s the problem,” chaewon snapped, stepping closer. “wonyoung’s been planning to get back together with yn for months.”

kazuha blinked, momentarily thrown.

“it doesn’t matter if they broke up,” chaewon continued, voice rising. “in her mind, yn is still hers. and everyone knows it.”

“except yn, apparently,” kazuha muttered under her breath.

yunjin winced. “you’re playing a dangerous game, zuha.”

kazuha didn’t know what had gotten into her lately, but one thing about her: when she wanted something, she didn’t hesitate. she wasn’t the type to chase after people but if she wanted yn, she was going to take her shot.

the next time she saw her, though, it wasn’t something she planned. it wasn’t a hallway run in or a carefully timed interaction.

it just happened.

kode.

a concept pretty simple, two strangers from the entertainment industry exchange messages without knowing who the other is.

kazuha didn’t expect much when she accepted the invite. maybe a harmless back and forth, something fun for the fans.

but when her first message popped up on screen and she read the response, something in her stomach flipped.

witty. bold. effortless.

and god, it sounded just like yn.

kazuha watches the messages come in, her phone lighting up with each new notification from her anonymous partner. but it doesn’t feel anonymous for long.

the way she types quick, a little chaotic, like she’s thinking faster than her fingers can keep up. the sarcasm laced with just the right amount of charm. the lock screen, a blurry photo of someone, nobody in their right mind would be able to figure out who it was because of the angle, but…

kazuha stares at the screen longer than she probably should.

she already knows.

there’s no real reason to be sure, but deep down, she is. it’s yn. she’d bet on it.

but she doesn’t say anything.

instead, she plays along. teases back. sends her own home screen an empty ballet studio at dusk, soft lighting, a little lonely. yn or rather, the stranger replies, “figures you'd be dramatic with aesthetics.”

kazuha grins.

definitely yn.

and still, she stays quiet. because half the fun is watching herself fall for her all over again without even realizing it.

when the reveal finally came, kazuha let out a dramatic, exaggerated gasp hand to her chest, eyes wide like she hadn’t already pieced it together ten messages ago.

yn, on the other hand, blinked in surprise, eyes widening the second she saw who was standing in front of her. “wait… you?” she said, eyebrows lifting in disbelief before turning to the camera with a grin. “ I seriously thought it was that one member from triples.”

she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if trying to make sense of it all.

kazuha smiled, stepping a little closer, calm and collected as ever. “ I had a feeling it was you,” she said, voice smooth

that was a lie.

she didn’t think it was yn, she knew. from the first message, her whole cadence.

“the blurry photo looked like someone from aespa,” she added, casually, like she hadn’t stared at that photo for a solid five minutes trying not to smile.

yn gave her a knowing look, like she was already catching on. kazuha just tilted her head, still pretending to be surprised just enough to keep things interesting.

as the shoot wrapped, both girls stepped off set, only to be met with a flurry of movement staff rushing in with water bottles, touch up kits, and half a dozen voices talking at once.

but yn held up a hand, subtly signaling her team to give her a moment. kazuha caught the gesture and mirrored it, giving a quick nod to her own staff to hold back.

just for a second, it was quiet again.

“that was fun,” yn said, her tone light but her gaze unwavering as it met kazuha’s. “you were… really fun to talk to.”

there was something in the way she said it, not just polite, not for the cameras. something real, something curious.

kazuha smiled, soft and a little smug. “yeah?”

yn nodded slowly, eyes still locked on hers. “yeah.”

“we should definitely hang out,” yn said, the words casual, but her eyes told a different story focused, searching kazuha’s face like she was trying to solve a puzzle only she could see.

for a split second, kazuha forgot how to breathe.

it felt like the universe had just tilted in her favor. like every quiet move she’d made, every risk she didn’t even admit to taking, had led to this moment. yn’s words weren’t just an invitation they were the key. the green light.

the jackpot.

kazuha managed to keep her expression calm, but inside, she felt like she’d just won the lottery. all of it, worth it.

still, kazuha kept her cool, nodding once, lips tugging into that soft, composed smile she always wore. “yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”

and she meant it more than she’d meant anything in a long time.

yn smiled back slight, but real and for a moment, neither of them said anything.

they didn’t have to.

because something had started. and both of them felt it.

kazuha sat cross legged on yn’s bed, fingers lightly brushing over the soft duvet as she watched the girl rummage through her closet, pulling out pieces her dad had sent from new york.

“he goes overboard,” yn said, holding up a vintage bomber jacket and tossing it onto the growing pile on the bed. “thinks I live in snow.”

it was kazuha’s second time in the aespa dorms more specifically, yn’s room and thankfully, this time felt a little less like a fever dream.

the first time? an absolute disaster.

kazuha had walked in like she’d forgotten how to function. she’d barely spoken, barely blinked. 

all she could do was stare at the posters on the wall, the perfume bottles lined up on the dresser, the way yn sat cross legged on her own bed like she wasn’t driving kazuha slowly insane. she had spent the entire visit mentally screaming this can’t be real. she was in yn’s room. yn’s.

and none of the cool, carefully crafted persona she had maintained during their hangouts showed up that day.

all the charm, the quiet confidence, the perfectly timed shyness paired with playful flirtation it evaporated the second she stepped inside.

but this time? this time was different.

she was still nervous, sure. but it was manageable. she could speak in full sentences. she could joke. 

she could smile without her heart trying to punch through her chest. yn made it easier, like always laughing, chatting, tossing jackets at her for approval like they’d done this a hundred times.

and for the first time, kazuha wasn’t just trying to be around yn.

she was letting herself enjoy it.

chaewon wasn’t happy with her. yunjin listened patiently to all her little stories about yn, but there was always that pause that flicker of hesitation every time she nodded along. sakura kept giving her looks like she’d completely lost her mind. and eunchae? eunchae was just thrilled that kazuha was finally leaving the house for something other than practice.

chaewon and sakura especially they weren’t subtle about it. kazuha understood. she really did. from the outside, it looked reckless. messy. like she was walking into a storm with her eyes wide open.

but even knowing all that, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

not when yn was standing in front of her like this barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized chrome hearts t shirt and pajama shorts, her hair slightly tousled, her tone casual like this wasn’t affecting kazuha in a dozen impossible ways.

she looked like some sort of girlfriend. like this was routine.

“I’ve been begging him to look into these isabel marants for me, and he finally did,” yn said, holding up the shoe with a triumphant grin. “he’s a big fashion guy, you know?”

kazuha barely registered the designer name. all she could focus on was the way yn looked in the soft lighting, how she spoke with her whole body like every story needed her hands, her expressions, her presence.

and kazuha knew, chaewon could lecture, sakura could glare, yunjin could hesitate but nothing they said was going to change her mind.

because yn wasn’t just a crush anymore.

she was a choice kazuha had already made.

“they’re cute,” kazuha replied, though her eyes weren’t on the shoes at all. they were on yn, on the way her face lit up when she talked about her dad, how animated her hands got, how her voice softened when she said he finally did it.

“he’s a good guy, huh?” kazuha added, her tone gentler now, more honest.

yn glanced over, smile lingering. “my dad? yeah… he’s amazing. I miss him and my mom sometimes. a lot, actually. I mean, I’m grateful for my aunts, they’ve been through the industry, they get it, but it’s still different, you know?”

she paused, eyes meeting kazuha’s. “you understand, right? being away from home. not just physically, but… away.”

kazuha’s breath caught for a moment. not many people asked her things like that. they asked about ballet, about discipline, about how long she trained but never about that. the ache of distance. the strange weight of leaving everything familiar behind.

she nodded slowly, her voice quieter than before. “yeah. I get it.”

and for the first time, it felt like yn wasn’t just someone she admired from afar she was someone who saw her. really saw her.

kazuha didn’t know exactly how it happened or when.

one moment, they were just talking. about deep things, about stupid things. laughing, teasing, slipping into that easy comfort that only seemed to exist when it was just the two of them, tucked away in yn’s room like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

yn had been digging through her closet, pulling out random pieces with stories behind each one. kazuha was listening half distracted by yn’s voice, half distracted by the way she moved around the room like it was hers and kazuha belonged in it, too.

and then it happened.

yn pulled out a pink beanie, soft and fuzzy, with a cheetah print pattern almost identical to the one she wore too often to be accidental. she held it up with a grin, eyes dancing.

“this suits you,” she said. “you should have it.”

before kazuha could respond, yn was already walking over, stepping between kazuha’s legs where she sat on the edge of the bed. 

she slipped the beanie over kazuha’s head, adjusting it gently, fingers brushing her temples as she tilted her head this way and that.

“cute,” yn murmured, smiling with a soft satisfaction like she’d just finished a masterpiece.

kazuha didn’t know where the confidence came from maybe it was the way yn was so close, her hands still lingering near her face, her eyes warm and focused. maybe it was the way her heart had been beating out of rhythm for the last thirty minutes. or maybe it was the way everything yn did made her feel like she wasn’t just wanted, but seen.

so she let her hand rise, slow but sure, fingers catching the loose neck line of yn’s oversized shirt.

and without overthinking it without giving herself a chance to doubt she pulled.

just enough to close the space.

just enough to press their lips together.

they pulled away slowly, breathless, the air between them charged and humming like static.

kazuha’s hand was still gently curled in the fabric of yn’s shirt, her chest rising and falling a little too fast. she looked up, eyes wide, uncertain like she wasn’t sure if she’d just crossed a line or stepped into something entirely new.

“what… what does this make us?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, like the words might break if she said them too loud.

yn didn’t look away. not for a second.

her gaze held kazuha’s, steady and sure, like she’d already made up her mind long before the kiss ever happened.

“I think you already know,” she said, voice low, calm like a promise wrapped in certainty.

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ! ❞

　you are just their type — moments they realise they either got a crush on your or random moments with you and it gets into his head !

featuring. surebrec rudo , nijiku zanka , enjin !

content. 3.2k wc , up to 1.0k words per drabble / oneshot , fluff , slight crack , spoiler free , safe for minors , he fell first and harder (rudo and enjin) , one-sided enemies to lovers (zanka).

author’s note. really had fun with this and also struggles — considering I haven’t read any stories or oneshots and it’s hard for me to characterise them with only the manga </3

SUREBREC RUDO , that girl in the bakery who’s overly sweet like candy.

　"THIS is be my favourite mission of all time..." the boy murmured under his breath.

Standing tall in front of the little bakery, he gaped at the beautiful sight. It was perfect. This was the first time, Rudo got assigned to buy some sweets for team Akuta.

Not the most exciting »mission« but this was from now on Rudo's favourite task. Despite doing it for the first time. "Look at his face..!" Riyo tried her best to muffle her laughter.

"I am—" and Enjin didn't even hold back, not even trying to hide his amusement as he bursted into a fit of laughter. "Have fun and don't take too long."

"Yes!" Rudo exclaimed, posture stiff all of a sudden. "I... I will now enter the... bakery?"

"Give us a call when you're done." Enjin breathed out and put his hands into the pocket, already making his way out with Riyo. "Let's check out the other stores."

Even though they've already visited all the other stores of the town — after all, they were regulars here. Buying here sweets from the same person, it was almost their daily task.

Definitely daily after Rudo came into the picture, obsessing over the small treats in large portions. And because he's the reason why they don't have anything anymore, he might be as well the same guy who buys it.

His large red eyes stay glued to the door, his scrawny and thin figure not even moving an inch. And then after a good few minutes, he finally dares to raise his hands into the air, reaching out for the handle.

Rudo gulped nervously. Unblinking eyes staring at the handle now. Is he shaking? God, he is helpless. No one can help him anymore. But he pushed the doubt aside for the sake of the sweets.

Why was he so nervous? He just has to buy some food. Sweets in small yet fine bakery. That's not, nothing more and nothing less. From now on, he will do it almost daily so it's not a big thing.

I can do it.

Finally, he dared to continue and opened the door. A small bell rang as soon as he entered the bakery, couldn't help but flinch in surprise. A scent of fresh baked pastry hit his nose.

Oh. It smelled heavenly.

"Welcome, En—" she halted mid sentence and gazed at the dumbfounded boy. "Oh, I'm sorry... I assumed you'd be Enjin because he stood in front of the door."

"Enjin..?" he repeated, still frozen on spot while the door closed behind him.

"What can I get for you?" her lips curled into a warm smile.

He blinked. What did she ask? Now he realised. Quickly, he scrambled around and searched for the list he had with him, given by Enjin. "I uh... Errm... W-Well..." he muttered, sweat forming on his forehead.

Oh no! Where was his list?

"Mmh come closer." she ushered him, signing to stand in front of the counter.

"O-Oh..." he stiffly made his way to the counter, list already forgotten.

"First of all, calm down." she chuckled and tried to help him — to focus instead of panic. To keep a cool head. "And then resume back to searching the list."

"Ah..." he trailed off, slowly coming back to his senses through her simple instructions.

His hands find themselves in his bag again, grabbing out a piece of paper and then handing her it. Easy, quick, simple. She smiled at him once more and accepted the list.

"Ah, so you are part of Enjin's team." she noted quickly as soon as she saw the listed things. "You must be new?"

"Y-Yeah!" he didn't hesitate to agree.

"This is the order. I already grabbed the usual after seeing Enjin but he didn't enter so I wondered why." she grabbed a bag from underneath the counter, "yet it seems like you're here to pick up the order today. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to... meet you." Rudo blinked at her words and watched how she was sliding the bag towards him.

"I'm [name]." she introduced herself as he placed a bag of coins on the counter.

"I'm... Rudo. Err nice to meet you too." he repeated himself, making her chuckle.

"Here." she slid some coins from the bag back to him.

"Uh I think Enjin said the amount was right..." he said in a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

"Yes, it is. But since you're from the cleaners, you always get ten percent off plus another ten percent because you're new." she explained, leaving out the part where she'd always argue with Enjin.

Enjin, who would never take up her offer and always gives her the right amount, versus her, who always offers the cleaners minus ten percent because of their help to keep the town in contact.

"R-Really?" he hesitated.

"Of course." she beamed and ended it with a final, "don't tell Enjin this, alright? Keep the money and buy yourself nice."

"Ahh." he gaped, hand hovering above the coins as he contemplated if he should actually accept it. He placed his gloved hands over them and slid it back to her. "No need..! You should buy yourself something nice."

She blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" she questioned, and as an answer he could only nod. "Alright..." she trailed off before she accepted it. "Have a good day, Rudo."

"T-Thanks..." he stuttered.

One thing — the way his name rolled off her tongue, so easily and so familiar. It felt strange. In a good way. It made his stomach feel so fuzzy and warm, warm like his cheeks. She talked with him as if they were old friends.

"Goodbye, I hope we will see each other again." she send him the sweetest smile he's ever seen.

"B-Bye..." his cheeks reddened even more, immediately taking the bag and stiffly walking out of the bakery.

This was too much for his heart.

"Greet the others for me!"

"...I will!" he replied firmly this time and escaped the hot bakery. It was hot as hell.

Actually it wasn't hot. Rudo's face was just heating up.

But he really likes you.

NIJIKU ZANKA , that girl in his team who worries too much — because of him.

　"I'M telling you..! He totally hates me and I can prove that." you cried out in sadness and sorrow.

"Oh yeah?" Enjin hummed, not even minding to listen to you as he popped another sweet treat into his mouth. "Doesn't seem like it though."

"What are you saying?" you deadpanned and heaved out a sigh.

With him you mean Nijiku fricking Zanka, fanboy number one when it was about Enjin. You are sure of it, that guy totally hates your guts — no he hates you with the bottom of his heart.

You can recall that one time when you were training with Rudo while also teaching him new things about the ground, bringing him more into the new environment he was in.

"Hah..." Rudo panted out in tiredness as he backed away from your attack.

"Don't get distracted so easily just because I'm telling more things about the ground." you warned and shook your head in disapproval, "if I were to fight seriously as an enemy, you probably would've been long gone."

"Sorry! It won't happen again..!" he apologised stiffly, suddenly feeling bad.

"Are you feeling guilty?" you sweat dropped and send him a comforting smile. "Sorry for being so harsh. Don't mind apologising."

"But I'm wasting your time..." he frowned as he continued, "you're teaching me two things at the same time and I'm still not adapting... Don't you have other things to do?"

"Rudo, you worry too much." you chuckled, "learning things takes time. You can't expect to adapt so quickly and actually, you're doing real good. Just forget about my schedule."

Semiu is killing you later anyway.

"Still—"

"Yer hidin' here, huh?" another voice joined, making your heads turn. "Stealin' my apprentice now, aren't we?"

"Good to see you, Zanka." you offered him the best smile you could offer, "I didn't mean to steal him. You were so busy and Rudo was eager to learn something new."

"Y-Yeah..! It isn't [name]'s fault." Rudo chimed in.

"Well, I'm free now. Let's get going. I can teach ya." he stared at the two of you with unnerving eyes.

"Sorry." you apologised briefly. "I didn't—"

"No need to apologise." he cut you off. "Rudo is just wastin' yer time."

You finished telling the story and sulked in a corner, continuing to sip your milk tea. "And then he took Rudo with him, leaving me behind." you sighed out for the nth time this day.

"Really?" Enjin question in disinterest.

"Are you even listening?" you glared at the male and leaned against your palm. "The other time, while we were sparring... He just left as soon as he defeated me! He ran away, Enjin! I wanted to congratulate him even..!"

Right. You remember it like it was yesterday.

The sound of various weapons clashing echoed on the field as you narrowed your eyes, holding onto your needle-like weapons before rushing towards your sparring partner.

Zanka was quick to analyse your movements and blocked your attack with his love stick, using force to push you back. You changed the grip around the handle, about to stab him from upwards.

Yet he was able to dodge and kick the side of you as a reflex.

It hurt as hell. You could feel the air getting squeezed out of your lungs despite getting hit by the side, stumbling to the side. "Ack..!" you breathed out and held your side.

"Ah." he froze on spot and stared at you.

"That really hurt... You are too good." you huffed out with a last effort smile, "it was a good match—"

He brushed past you, quickly walking away and leaving you behind on the field again — without another word and another sound. Not even minding your praise as he already disappeared.

"Uh was that guy for real?" you covered your face with your hands and peeked through your fingers. "You asshole didn't even listen."

"Clearly." now he did, no shame or guilt in his voice. He did not listen to a word you said.

"Asshole." you clicked your tongue and threw a macaroon at his face — which he easily caught with his mouth.

"Thanf fer feeding me." his voice was muffled.

"I cannot deal with you." you cried and stood up, making your way out of the room. "I will never listen to your rambles again!"

Mind you, Enjin does not care right now.

"Seriously..! I already miss Rudo and Riyo and Eishia and Semiu!" you huffed and crossed the hallway.

"[name]." you froze again, immediately stopping at the voice as you stumbled slightly.

"Zanka." you replied stiffly and met his eyes dumbfounded. "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission with Rudo and Riyo?"

"Finished early. It was easier than expected." he explained briefly, eyes trailing down.

"That's good for you." you beamed in joy.

"Uh thanks..."

Now it was awkward.

"Errr well then... I have to go now! See you." you excused yourself and immediately ran away, no longer wanting to spend your time with someone who hated your guts.

"Okay. Bye." he watched how the air turned into dust.

And as soon as you weren't there anymore? Zanka's hand formed into a fist, which he raised into the air — cheeks heating up and a proud expression on his face.

This conversation was a total success! You two exchanged more words than usual the last days. Perhaps he will never admit it, though he does have the biggest crush on you.

First of all, you are very diligent when it was about your job as a cleaner. Working hard and getting recognised by the whole team for your diligence. And you even are able to help everyone despite a busy schedule.

Second of all, you are the cutest. Always giving him the sweetest smiles and always lighting up whenever he talked with you. And when you were beaming right now? You must be the sun itself.

Third of all, you are the only sane one next to Riyo, Rudo— the list goes on and on. He believes you are the only one with a sane mind.

Zanka will not let Rudo occupy your precious time and he absolutely felt bad when he hurt you during sparring. He should never ever dare to spare with you again or else he'll hurt you again.

"Wow, you look like a total fanboy." Riyo spoke up, catching how Zanka stood there in all his glory with his fist pumped into the air and a proud expression set on his face.

Perhaps he should return to his room again.

ENJIN , that woman who’s cheeky yet not in a childish way — rather cute.

　"RIGHT..." you trailed off while gazing at the game you lost.

"Feels nice to win again you." he admitted with a satisfied chuckle, leaning back into the seat.

"Oh really? What makes it so nice?" you questioned, curiosity simmering in your eyes.

Your hands were swift to collect all the cards again, now beginning to shuffle them new again to continue the various games. "Simple, you always win. Got a keen eye for lies and all, huh?"

"I feel honoured." you chuckled at his praise and handed out the cards again.

Playing poker with you was fun despite losing all the time. He always got to see you so focused, making out the lies hidden behind his useless facade. Spending time with you in general was fun.

Honestly speaking, he would love to spend the rest of his life with you. He will never forget the quiet excitement and joy whenever he sees you, talk with you or play with you.

You make his most boring days fun. That's what he absolutely loves about you. Yellow eyes staring at your figure, following every movement and taking in every detail of you.

"Enjin, it's your turn." it was a soft push into reality out of his thoughts.

"Really? Sorry." he apologised with the usual grin.

"I noticed you've been getting distracted lately." you noted and placed the cards on top of the table again, "let's take a break. I mean, we've been playing for two hours already."

He doesn't mind. He would play even more hours with you if you'd like to. Despite his busy schedule — he doesn't even follow that schedule anyway. Never has, never will.

"But you want to play." he followed your actions slowly.

"I did. Yet we played for long. A break won't hurt." a chuckle left your lips as you got to stretch your tired limps.

"Alright." he agreed without another complaint and leaned back again, hands instinctively reaching out for a cigarette and lighter.

"Do you think Rudo will feel comfortable here?" you worried slightly and grabbed a snack, a stick covered in chocolate.

"Perhaps not now, but sooner or later he will get used to the new environment. I'm sure he'll feel better in the future, with the cleaners. With us." he assured you, lips parting to place the cigarette between them, "Don't worry—"

"Woops." you let out as you interrupted him, the sweet treat already in his mouth instead of the cigarette. "Sorry."

"I know damn well you ain't sorry." he blinked, a little dumbfounded. "You're pretty slick, aren't you?"

"Because I worry about your health too. Smoking isn't the best, you know? I would rather have you get cavities instead of not-working lungs mid thirties." your lips curled into a smile.

"You worry too much." the male chuckled and dropped the things again, accepting the defeat and embracing your demand with open arms.

"Maybe I worry too little." a sigh escaped your lips as you grasped the cigarette between your fingers.

The blond-haired man tilted his head and hummed under his breath, smirk everlasting on those lips of his. "Nah, let's meet in the middle. You worry the right amount." he bite off the tip of the stick.

"How about another round?" you questioned, eyes staying glued to the cards.

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Let's play blackjack." you began to shuffle the cards again, this time handing out two cards each, one of them open for the other player to see. "If I win, you'll stop smoking for a month."

"Oh? Now we're playing with prices?" he took a glimpse of his hidden card, not glancing at you yet. "What if I win?"

"That's for you to decide." you smiled as soon as you saw your other card. "Are you drawing another one or are you fine with your pair?"

"Hit." he drew another card and clicked his tongue.

"I think... I will do the same. Hit."

"What if I want..." you. he sealed his lips, contemplating if he should continue, "nevermind. Let me think about it after the game."

"Mysterious, aren't we?" you blinked slowly and watched how he drew another card. "I'm fine with my current hand."

"Ah really? Hit." he drew another card, taking a short look. "Busted."

"Really?" your eyes had a joyful gleam in them as you threw your cards to the table, open for him to see. "I won the bet!"

"Congrats." he grinned at your delight and slid the lighter towards you, paired with a pack of cigarettes. "Here is your reward."

"Yay." you didn't waste another second to pocket them, questioning curiously, "What did you want as a reward?"

"That's a secret."

"Come on..!" you sulked lightly, the curiosity getting the best of you.

"Mmh, you really wanna know?" he teased you even more.

"I do." you collected all cards again, "you want money? Or maybe more snacks? Or... Uh erm, I don't know."

"A..." kiss he trailed off and then proceeded to cover his face with one hand. "Nevermind."

"Huh!? You were about to tell me..!" you groaned and glared at him fiercely. "I will find out anyway."

"One day? Perhaps." he murmured and breathed out.

"Don't be shy. I won't tell anyone else." you whispered, "you can trust me—"

"[name]!" your attention turned to the red-haired girl, who stood at the entrance to the room.

"Riyo, what's wrong?" you leaned back to your seat, cushion softening the force back.

"Can you brush my hair?" she rubbed her eyes.

"Of course." you lifted yourself from the couch and made your way to the young girl, "why aren't you asleep yet? It's too late for you."

"Erm it's also late for you..."

"No, I'm an adult and allowed to. You are still a kid." you pat her head and turned back to Enjin, a smile painting your face. "I think I'll also go to sleep soon. Good night and sleep well, Enjin."

"Good night..." he didn't meet your gaze, head directed up and his gaze on the ceiling.

"And you will also go to sleep after I brushed your hair, yes?"

"Fine."

"It's yes ma'am... Humour me a but, Riyo."

"Yes, ma'am!"

A chuckle left his lips as the voices faded into the background the further away you two got — now making your way to Riyo's room. Aren't you a sweet one? You should know.

That he tries his best to hold himself back.

© 2025 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

[drysdalesworld]

positive

pairing: william eklund x fem!afab!reader

summary: in which reader takes a pregnancy test and it’s positive.

genre: fluff

warning(s): happy tears, mentions of throwing up + periods + birth control

word count: my habit of writing my works in tumblr and not on a google doc has become worse, so ~400+

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You threw up. Again.

It was the third time this morning, the bathroom floor now becoming practically a second home to you as you barely left the room all morning.

“What’s wrong, Mamma?” Oskar asked, his tiny hand grasping your hair in a ponytail as you still leaned over the toilet seat while the other rubbed your back comfortingly.

You only groaned in response, reaching out to flush the toilet.

“Älskling? (Darling?)” William asks, peaking his head into the bathroom, sleep still heavy on his eyes as he rubbed them. “What’s wrong? You still throwing up?”

“Yes, Pappa,” Oskar answered for you. “I try to help. Rub her back like you, Pappa.”

William gently smiled down at his son as he entered the bathroom, sitting down on the floor with the two of you.

“Is that right, Ossie? Well, I know another way you can help,” William offered, patting down the wild and unruly curls of the four-year-old. “Why don’t you go downstairs and get the living room ready for a movie day? It might help Mamma feel better.”

At the suggestion of movie day and helping his Mother feel better, Oskar enthusiastically nodded and clumsily saluted before rushing out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

“How long you’ve been sick?” William asks, turning back towards you and pushing back the stray hair that fell in front of your face.

“Since I woke. Can’t keep anything down,” you replied, leaning into the comfortable warmth of your husband. “Don’t have a fever and I tested for COVID. Negative.”

William hummed in acknowledgment, wrapping his arms around you and resting his lips on the crown of your forehead.

A few moments passed before you slowly sat up, not from the need to puke but from a moment of realization.

“What day is it?” You asked, a slight distant look in your eyes.

William furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, hand rubbing your back. “Saturday, why?”

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as the main possible reason you’re currently sick pops into your head. You’re late. Very late.

“I’m late,” you replied, mentally tallying the days since your last period.

It had been a near forty days since you last had your period back in May. With the draft and traveling back to Sweden and back to California made all the days blur together and you lose track of your period and birth control.

“You’re late? For what?” William asked, concern lacing his voice.

“My period,” you whispered.

The man before you froze, his hand stilling in its movements. It took him a while to process what you meant as his eyes widened.

“You want to test? Do we even have tests? Want me to go get some?” He rambled, slight panic in his voice as he sat up straighter and pulled you closer in response. “I can get some right now if you don’t know or don’t want to look.”

You smiled gently at his offer, shaking your head as you placed a hand on his knee. “We have some in the cabinet underneath the sink, Will.”

He merely nodded before bolting up and practically diving towards the cabinet, swinging open the doors and rummaging through the contents. He grabbed the first handful of tests he saw and brought them out.

“I can definitely get more if this isn’t enough,” he noted, the multiple pregnancy tests scattering onto the sink counter.

“It should be fine,” you answered, standing up and settling yourself by your husbands side. “Only need a couple.”

William only hummed, eyes never leaving the side of your face as you looked at the various of tests you had collected over the years.

“Want me to leave you to your business? Keep Bear occupied for a bit,” the Swedish man asked, fingers gently brushing themselves through your hair.

You nodded, knowing that it would be best for your son and husband to be occupied for a bit. William is known to get antsy during your pregnancy scare tests. It would be better to have him busy himself with a task during the wait.

“M’kay, älskade. Just text me when times up,” William commented, kissing your cheek a handful of times before exiting the bathroom, throwing one last look of comfort over his shoulder.

———

Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive.

They’re all positive.

Holy shit, you think. Every test you took that’s sitting in front of you are telling you that you’re pregnant.

Now, by having Oskar so young, neither you or William wanted kids so soon after him. But it had been a complete four years since you had your son. Neither of you had the talk about other kids yet, wanting to still soak up the time with just Oskar.

Just before you reached for your phone to notify William, a soft knock sounded at the bathroom door.

“Käraste?” William pokes his head into the bathroom. “All done?”

You hum in agreement, stepping to the side a bit as he entered and softly shut the door.

William short circuit at all the tests laid out, all positive. He slowly blinked once. Twice. Thrice before looking at you with slight tears in his eyes.

“Really?” He softly asks, his voice cracking from the emotion laced within it. “You’re — We’re pregnant?”

You smiled and nodded, same tears in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him into your front.

William wrapped both his arms around your back and buried his face in your neck. He brought you so close to him that he lifted you off the ground a few inches.

“I hope it’s a girl this time,” he whispered, his lips tickling the skin of your neck.

And that’s when you knew that William wasn’t bothered at all by the news. And that he’d be the best Father once again, doing everything in his power to make it all work out like it did the first time around.

[deukae-verse]

✧ Requiem of the Honmoon | KPOP DEMON HUNTERS AU

SYNOPSIS. Before there were hunters. Before there were idols. Before the Honmoon ever shimmered in the sky—There was her. A girl born of destruction and creation, split by prophecy, bound in silence. She gave her voice to the world. Now the world sings, forgetting who it belonged to. But something stirs beneath the ash. And one day, she will sing again.

CONTENT. mythic prologue · goddess oc (Man-wol/Sae-wol) · underworld lore · creation vs destruction · origin of honmoon · lyrical tone · feminine rage · slow-burn tragedy (Sae-wol x Jinu, eventually)

PAIRING. Sae-wol ✦ Jinu (eventual)

This chapter: subtle chemistry, first encounter, he’s definitely affected

WORD COUNT. 2.2K

A/N: Chapter 1 got 74 notes?? Y’all… I’m 🧎����‍♀️

I just wanted to say thank you for tapping that heart, hitting reblog, or silently vibing with your snacks in bed at 3am. You made Sae-wol’s haunted girl arc feel seen and I love you for that. This chapter takes us deeper into the underworld. A dead tree, a cursed boy, a beautiful girl who hums. That’s all I’ll say. Hope you enjoy the descent. 🕯️— Deukae-Verse

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✧ Chapter Two: First Song of the Damned

☾ 400 years before the present | 1 year after Chapter 1 ☽

The sky bled red.

It always did here—forever stuck in twilight, like a wound that never closed. In this corner of the underworld, the wind didn’t howl. It sighed. Tired, quiet, always moving but never getting anywhere.

Beneath the crooked skeleton of a dead tree, Sae-wol lay sprawled in the dirt, one arm folded behind her head, the other raised lazily as her fingers danced with the slow, deliberate flutters of a black butterfly.

The butterfly never landed. It never had.

Above her, the swirling patterns of the Honmoon carved themselves into the ceiling of the underworld sky, soft gold veins woven through the stone above like a scar she could never erase. Her eyes—demon gold and glowing—followed the shifting lines, half-lidded and empty. Her long crimson hair spilled across the ash like a burning river, tangled and unbrushed. The tattered black hanbok she wore slipped from her shoulders with every breeze, exposing the sigils on her collarbones and upper arms, pulsing faintly with cursed flame.

Her nine-tailed fox had wandered off hours ago. She hadn’t bothered to call it back.

Let it be free, she thought, even if I’m not.

A haunting hum curled from her throat. No lyrics. No melody. Just sound—low and ghostly, the kind of sound that stitched itself into the marrow of the dead and made even the wraiths pause when they drifted too close.

And somewhere in the distance, someone was walking.

Jinu had been here for what felt like hours, or maybe lifetimes. The underworld didn’t obey time. It folded space like parchment and bled emotions that weren’t yours. He’d arrived alone—no escort, no instruction. One moment he’d stepped into flame, and the next… he was here.

His body—changed. Taller. Sharper. His skin, once soft and sun-warmed, now a deep violet, marked with glowing demon etchings across his neck and jaw. He wore a black robe that moved like liquid smoke. His hat sat low over his golden eyes, casting his face in shadow. His footsteps were light. Silent. But the weight in his chest was anything but.

I gave it up, he thought. My soul. My voice. My family.

He didn’t know where he was going. Didn’t care. The sting of his past was louder than anything around him—until something pulled at him. A sound.

Faint. Gentle. Strange.

He didn’t realize he was following it until the air changed—thicker, heavier, laced with something raw. He looked up—

And he saw her.

She looked like a ruin made beautiful. Like heartbreak given form.

Hair like blood. Skin like moonlight. A black butterfly spiraling above her fingers. Her hanbok barely clung to her shoulders, the markings along her collarbone glowing faintly with each breath.

She tilted her head when she noticed him. Slowly. Her gold eyes narrowed, and she gave him a once-over—curious, amused.

“First day here?” she asked, lips curling into something like a smirk. “Most lesser demons avoid me. The bold ones say I fill their heads with pain and strife.”

Jinu stood there, caught between awe and exhaustion. “Guess I’m not most demons.”

She snorted. “Clearly not. You’re talking to me.”

“You’re hard to ignore,” he said simply.

That made her laugh—low and breathy, like smoke from a dying fire.

The butterfly dipped between them, spiraling once around Jinu’s shoulder before landing delicately on hers. She didn’t react. Just stood, shaking ash from her skirt.

“Sae-wol,” she said, offering no title.

“Jinu,” he replied, adjusting his posture.

She studied him for a beat, then nodded once.

“Walk with me?”

“What, no dramatic warning? No cryptic threat?”

That earned a brighter laugh. “Only if you start annoying me.”

They walked side by side, the dead tree shrinking behind them. The ground here cracked beneath their feet—brittle, dry, dotted with bones. Wraiths lingered at the edges of ruined shrines and broken statues. As Sae-wol passed, several gasped.

“The Half-Mad Empress…”

“Queen of Ashes…”

Their voices echoed like wind chimes cut from bone. Jinu glanced sideways at her, but she kept walking.

“They really call you that?”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Demons love names. Makes their fear feel organized.”

“Do you like it?”

“I earned it.”

The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was… heavy. Ancient.

Jinu had never walked beside someone like her before. She didn’t try to fill the silence. She didn’t apologize for it. She existed in it. Owned it. Every step she took looked like it rewrote the rules of the underworld.

And yet…

“Why are you here?” he asked, quiet now. “Why… this?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she slowed and looked at him—really looked at him. Not through him, but into him.

“Because I gave away my voice,” she said at last.

“To who?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

They climbed a crumbling hill until a half-buried arch opened up into a forgotten courtyard.

The palace was a ruin—shattered stone, crumbled beams, a roof mostly fallen. The floor was cracked but smooth beneath the dust, revealing remnants of ancient paintings—gods erased by time.

And at the heart of it stood a throne. Still intact. Carved from black stone. Sharp at the edges. Lonely at the top.

Sae-wol ascended without pause and sat as if she had been born for it. The butterfly fluttered above her head, then disappeared behind her hair.

Jinu lingered at the bottom step, gazing around.

Then he saw it.

Across the palace grounds, beyond a scorched gate, a second dais loomed—taller, broader, cracked but still burning. At its summit was a fire that refused to die, its violet flame clawing at the sky.

“What is that?”

Sae-wol followed his gaze.

“That’s Gwi-Ma.”

He turned to her. “The demon king?”

She leaned into the throne, gold eyes flickering.

“The one who ruled before rules existed. The benevolent god turned tyrant. The flame that eats everything.”

“You knew him?”

She smiled. Not kindly.

“Every demon knows him.”

She leaned back, voice softening.

“They say he was once kind. He gave us form, a place. But kindness doesn’t last. Not when gods turn on you. Not when mortals use you. They sealed him away—locked him behind flame and fear. But flame doesn’t forget. And neither does Gwi-Ma.”

There was a bitterness beneath her words. A private truth hidden between lines. But Jinu didn’t press. He was too mesmerized.

“Do you really live here alone?”

Her face shifted—expression flickering like a dying candle. She exhaled sharply, eyes rolling.

“I’m used to it at this point.” She looked off into the broken courtyard. “At least here, I can be me without hiding.”

He looked at her—sigils glowing, hair spilling down her back, body wrapped in ruin and gold.

“And who are you really, Sae-wol?”

She stood suddenly. Walked down the dais toward him with slow, deliberate steps. Her bare feet silent. Her butterfly now nowhere to be seen.

She stopped just in front of him. Reached up.

And smacked his cheek. Not hard. Just enough to startle him.

“Go see Gwi-Ma first, pouty boy.”

Jinu blinked. She smirked.

“And maybe,” she added, voice like velvet and ash, “if you don’t go insane… you can wander back into my palace again.”

And with that, Sae-wol turned and walked back into the ruins, the wind catching the ends of her hanbok, her glowing gold eyes narrowing beneath the flicker of the Honmoon above.

Jinu stood there long after she was gone, the sting of her touch still warm on his skin.

And for the first time since he’d arrived…

he didn’t feel lost.

He felt curious.

Worse—

He felt hope.

[forsaken-headcanons]

RUSHES IN AND TRIPS AND FALLS AND EXPLODES

that one person who had the hc for noob being john and jane doe’s kid. yeah thats consuming my brain so have my hcs (will be using he/she/they for noob)

- the order of forsakening was john, then noob, then jane. so after john disappeared, noob and jane had to cope together, thinking he was dead since he’d been gone so long (jane didnt. she knew he was alive somewhere but she had a child to take care of so she didnt have the time to prove that)

- ^ soon after john, guest 666 also went missing, so double whammy for noob :(

- ^^ jane coped by drowning herself in work. noob coped by shutting themselves in. so basically the family was torn apart pretty badly, even though they tried to be there for each other bcs they were all each other had left

- ^^^then, noob went missing too, so jane ended up alone for a period of time. she focused all her efforts on trying to find them whenever she could, eventually getting forsakened (well i mean. she found them)

- okay happy hcs time uhh,, john and jane saw themselves in noob and guest 666, often reminding them of when they were younger (im a noob666 truther okay)

- guest 666 slept over so often they basically treated her like a second kid. eventually they just gave sixer a copy of the house keys and let them come over whenever

- johnjane worked together in roblox HQ with like code and stuff idk

- they were the WORSSTTT when it came to pda they were so lovey dovey everyone hated them /JJJ

- noob got his music taste from jane (odetari, 6arelyhuman, whatever genre absolute territory and songs like that are in)

- ^ jane overheard them listening to it in their room and ended up giving noob her collection

- the reason john doesnt recognize noob anymore is because she doesnt resemble who he remembers as his child anymore. before he was forsakened, noob was both much younger and also a lot more outgoing, just starting their scene phase and overall different. now, noob is anxious and quiet, blending in with the crowd, not drawing attention to themselves and not taking care of himself as well. so along with the spectres influence and the corruption john couldnt recognize noob anymore because in what fuzzy memories he has left his child wasnt like that

- ^ though he does feel a pang of guilt and familiarity whenever he sees noob, like he should be remembering something but doesnt know what it is

- jane and noob can go “like mother like child” now (both of their lovers/partners got corrupted into a monster and stripped of their self)

- john sees what little he remembers about his family in coolkidd and 1x (noob and jane respectively) (this can be 1xdoe if you squint i just like the idea of john, jane and 1x becoming a polycule post forsaken its funny)

- when noob came out to their parents jane was very excited to have someone to share her old jewelry and outfits with bcs she rarely got the opportunity to wear them anymore due to work (i hc noob as amab)

- johnjane parented with the mentality of “better to let them do it safely with guidance and support than have them sneak out to do it anyways and possibly get hurt”

- chance has openly simped for jane doe when she got forsakened only to find out she was noobs mom (but like honestly i cant blame him)

i definitely have more cooking in the slop i call my brain but thats all for now. sorry for the long post ive been holding this in for a while

take care of urself mods im handing you all a cup of choccy milk

- :3 anon

oh hi :3 anon ! wait woah what's the rush are you okaWe watch in horror as you explode into a gazillion pieces

ahem, anyways... HDUAGSD

the double whammy on noob was foull oml stop :(

enough . about to cry at the john unable to recognize noob one. STOP. CEASE. WE CAN'T HAVE ANYTHIoh wait choccy milk :0 ! okay you're forgiven actually . AUGH PEAK HCS WE'RE YOINKING A LOT OF THIS

[linderosse]

Heya folks! I'm Lin! Some of you may know me as the author of a humble Zeldas-meet comic series called the Wielders of Wisdom, part of my larger Zelda AU called Wisdomverse.

Every creator has different views on how content should be interpreted, and I figure I should make mine clear for folks who are interested, as well as clarify some things about the Wisdomverse and the history of its creation and influences. These are just some of my thoughts on the series and fandom as a whole with respect to my comics; I'm taking this opportunity to state them in text form.

Extremely, extremely long post. Folks who know me know I like writing longposts-- this is even longer. You have been warned!

Please feel free to read or ignore as you wish— if you’re here for my artwork, no worries! And if you’d like, there’s a tl;dr section at the end; please feel free to skip to it.

As always, I reserve the right to edit parts of this if my views change, or if I'm convinced otherwise. And as always, I welcome everyone else’s thoughts on the matter.

Why I Create:

I began the Wisdomverse because I love the Zelda series.

I've been a Zelda fan for nearly twenty years now, and have completed every single mainline game, plus a fair few of the others, and 100%ed a few of them or played challenge modes as well. The Zelda series has its flaws and it definitely has some inconsistencies. But each new game continues to amaze me nonetheless.

Wielders of Wisdom, part of the Wisdomverse AU, is a comic series that features the Zeldas summoning each other to help deal with different problems in their own eras. As a tactical RPG superfan (FE!!! TriStrat!!!) and a huge fan of fairplay mystery plots, I wanted to write a story featuring Wisdom at its core. I've now been working on the Wisdomverse off and on for about two years, maybe a little more, though theories and characterizations from much longer ago have made it in.

I am super glad that my comic has brought people to Zelda. It’s so cool to hear that people started playing the games because they saw my artwork.

I have a story I want to share, and mysteries I want the characters to solve. I look forward to continuing it.

The Influence of LU

On one hand, the Wisdomverse began as an LU spinoff.

I created the Wielders with the LU Chain in mind— not necessarily based on LU canon, but based on mine and others’ versions of the Chain at the time using our interpretations of the Zelda games themselves as source material. The core characterizations of LU are brilliant, and I love them— particularly the combination of Links that make up Legend and Four. I had seen Link-meets before, but combining Links was a novel idea to me. It allowed me to express my love for the lesser known Zelda games just as much as the popular ones.

And folks, LU sparked so much Zelda fan content, which was difficult to find at scale before. I was there in the old-ish days (not the truly old days, I must admit), writing Zelda fanfic and reading it on FFnet (under a different username which shall not be named 😆). LU made it so much easier! The comic is great too, but the framework revitalized my love of the Zelda fandom.

My characters in Wisdomverse still use the LU fanon Zelda nicknames as a tribute to all of us LU fans out there. I came up with everything else about the girls, but not their nicknames. I was there for the tail end of those discussions, and adopted the nicknames because I can't see the Zeldas any other way now. I can, of course, explain why we chose each and every one of those nicknames. But the nicknames do not belong to me; nor to the creator of LU. They are a creation of the LU fandom. Shoutout to those guys, y'all are great.

Characters of my Own

On the other hand, I… have actually seen folks assume that all my work in personalizing the Zeldas for my comics, writing their characters, rebalancing and clarifying their powers and abilities, setting up their stories, and designing their outfits and jobs to make them as unique as possible— that this was all done by the creator of LU as well. I have been sent angry and confused DMs because I made certain decisions, like making Tetra and Phantom different characters, like they are in the canon games, despite Wind also representing Spirit Tracks in LU. Or making Legend and Fable twins when Jojo confirmed they’re not related in LU— ironic, considering that it seems to be the opposite sentiment that sparked the newer discourse. This is actually why I made that info post about it a year or two back, if anyone is wondering.

These assumptions were a little sad to see, of course. I understand the frustration when one's work is attributed to someone else. I wasn't really offended by the mistake, though. It is reasonable, in a fandom as large as Zelda, for ideas to be misattributed. Most folks understood completely when I corrected them. The ones that didn't, I simply ignored.

Fans

In fact, in my experience, LU fans have almost always been super polite and excited to learn new things about the franchise, or learn new headcanons and ways to connect the dots between canon elements. Writing “The Secrets We Keep” is a lot of fun, because I know quite a lot about the games, and I get to work it into the story and hear people go, “Oh, I didn’t know that! And you’ve connected these two things? That’s so cool!” I love getting to see that side of the fandom.

Many LU fans I’ve met also know a ton about the franchise— I never thought I could learn so many new things about a series I already know very well! From glitches and exploits to theories about the origin of weapons and materials; I love hearing it. Some of it has been incorporated into Wisdomverse :) (but not the glitches and exploits; that would be cheating XD).

As I said, the very few folks that were rude, I ignored. That’s to be expected in any group of people.

Building on Others’ Ideas

I myself have used headcanons that belong to other people. Shoutout to raycatzdraws and snowylynxxx for their Spirit design that I iterated on. I definitely wasn’t the originator of the Legend|Fable siblings hc, or the hc that Wild had a sister, etc. Of course, I know the reasons and canon source material for all those hcs. But I no longer know who first connected the dots to come up with them.

Fandom is hard to source. Heck, I’ve seen some people who came to Wisdomverse through other sites assume that I created LU (of course I did not). One commenter on a YouTube video even assumed that Fable’s Cane of Somaria from the Wisdomverse was inspiration for the trirod in the actual Echoes of Wisdom game. (I wish! The Cane is simply a canon item from ALttP/OoA; I promise I had no hand in EoW’s development). Such is the way of life in a convoluted fandom. Ray said it best in a comment somewhere I still remember— we’re all out here playing a game of fandom telephone.

Fandom Telephone

As I’ve been saying for years on stream, that’s one of the things I like best about the Zelda fandom: the fact that there are so many interpretations of everything, and all of us build on each others’ work. The Silmarillion and MDZS fandoms are the same way (shoutout to fandoms where the source material contradicts itself and fans interpret things however they want 😆). Unlike in a normal game of telephone, however, the result at the end of the line is still just as valid as the original message. It’s about creativity, not accuracy. A game of telephone is boring as hell if everyone just perfectly repeats the initial phrase. Variety is the spice of creation.

I personally prefer intentional variety based on interpretations of the games' canon. In fact, I tend to stick as close to canon as possible while telling the story I want to tell. Folks who've read The Secrets We Keep are probably used to my long Game Notes for each chapter.

But accidental variety works too! You don’t have to stick to canon if you don't want to! And no one at all should be enforcing that.

Gatekeeping

I've finished every mainline Zelda game. I have 100%ed many of them, and played some on challenge modes. I know all popular timeline theories by heart, including of course my own timeline for Wisdomverse. I can probably list the titles, release years, and consoles of most Zelda games, plus tons of other useless trivia. To be clear, I knew most of this before discovering LU.

I’d like to think I’m therefore qualified to say: let everyone write or draw or play what they want!

You are still a fan if the only Zelda game you’ve played is Breath of the Wild! You are still a fan if you’ve never played a Zelda game and just love LU! You are still a fan if you’ve never read LU either and are just vibin’ with the characters on AO3! You are still a fan if you don’t know what LU is but think the Wisdomverse girls are cool!

You can check my old posts to confirm that I’ve said this over and over again— I ain’t here to gatekeep the Zelda fandom. No one should be. There is no excuse for anyone to belittle someone for not knowing a detail about the games. Or for having a particular viewpoint on the series. The Zelda fandom has always been a wholesome place, and I know we can keep it that way.

And since tons of Zelda and LU fans are just as knowledgeable about the series as me, if not more, I’m sure all of us are happy to tell folks anything they’d like to know— only if they want to know it, because there should never be requirements to be in a fandom.

Perhaps because I’m from the Silm fandom, I am used to this sentiment. I’ve read the Silmarillion four times, but tons of folks just read the wiki pages or fics and are totally accepted into the fandom. I personally believe Zelda— any fandom, really — should be just as open and free.

Is Wisdomverse still a part of LU?

People have been asking me this for a while. I’ve responded to it in the past, but my answer may have changed slightly.

LU is a great story, and I have to give Jojo massive credit for the amazing framework, designs, and characterization. The core characters that make up the LU Links still match the Wis Zeldas, of course, and The Secrets We Keep is still very much continuing starring the LU Links as I envision them.

But many things about the Wisdomverse have deviated from LU canon now— not because I have changed them, but because I adopted these traits into my stories long before Jojo clarified them about her Links. At this point, the Wisdomverse Info page clarifies all theories that differ from the games themselves, not just LU. Jojo has made decisions that fit the story she wants to tell, and I have made different ones that fit my story.

In Wisdomverse, Spirit and Phantom exist separately from Tetra and Wind, like in Zelda canon. Shadow and the FSA manga are also canon, because the plot fits neatly into Four's character arc in the games. TotK is canon; I have already released my future Wild and Flora designs. The events of Hyrule Warriors are canon. The visiting Links that accompanied Legend in Triforce Heroes are Silent and Hyrule. Legend and Fable are twins, because I follow the ALttP siblings theory. And my comic Echo of the Past has made it quite clear that Echoes of Wisdom and Cadence of Hyrule are canon as well, and I have plans for them :).

There are probably more changes as well; these are the ones I can remember off the top of my head. As far as I know, none of these things are true anymore in base LU.

Some of these changes were imposed to make my series more accurate to the games. Some of them were imposed because that was how I viewed the series, long before LU even existed. And some of them were imposed so I can tell the story I want to tell.

Tagging

I have been using “wis sun” “wis echo” “wisdomverse” “wielders of wisdom” etc tags for my stuff for a while now.

Echo of the Past, for example, is entirely my own thing, and has no LU influence or characters whatsoever. The idea to combine EoW, CoH, and AoL into Echo was mine and mine alone. Silent, Echo, Dawn, and the Prince are all my characters, and are using my designs and personalities. I don’t think that counts as LU anymore, so I removed all the LU tags when posting. I don’t mind if you want to tag it as LU when reblogging, though! From a practical standpoint, that only helps me out XD.

To be clear, when I use the LU Link designs, I will still tag the post with their info. The creator deserves credit for their design, and folks who chance upon the art deserve to know I did not create the LU Links.

This means that I am possibly the one creator that isn’t technically writing/drawing LU but is kind of okay with my posts being tagged as LU.

But please also tag them as Wisdomverse. I put a lot of work into my characters. I want people to know that.

And please don't tag other creators' works as Linked Universe. I allow it at the moment because of the specifics of the Wisdomverse, and the fact that I want to credit LU for the nine Link designs I'm using along with my Zeldas. I don't think any other creators with separate AUs allow this.

Building off of my Works

That said, I hope no one feels like I am imposing my views over the LU characters— or even my Zeldas.

I stated that I view Dusk as ace, for example, and that Fable is lesbian. But if you want to use the Wisdomverse framework, summoning system, and characterization while shipping Dusk with Midna, or Fable with Legend or something, be my guest!

I personally don’t mind anyone interpreting my characters in any way as long as you’re aware that I believe differently. I may even state that I personally disagree with that part of the interpretation, but that’s totally fine! Do what you wish! If you were inspired by me, feel free to tag me— I love it. Other creators may not share this opinion, and that is also completely valid, but I love to see people build on my ideas, even if they’re taking their own spin on it.

I only ask that folks don’t directly ship the Zeldas with each other, because no matter what canon you’re using, they’re all direct descendants of each other, and that… gets a bit icky. I actually personally don't mind Linkcest (not a fan, but not opposed to it), but the LU creator has requested that folks don't ship their Links and I respect that. I guess if you want to ship the Links that I designed: Spirit, Silent, or post-TotK Wild... go for it? I obviously ship those three with their Zeldas, but I ain't about to stop folks from making a really, really strange crackship XD.

TL;DR

Can’t deny the massive influence LU has had on the Zelda fandom as a whole. I appreciate it!

However, it is a bit sad to see my ideas credited to LU sometimes.

The Wisdomverse has deviated quite a bit from LU at this point, and is sort of its own thing that sometimes uses the LU designs and characterizations for the Links. 2.5/11 Links in Wis use my own designs. All 11 Zeldas use my own designs.

I don’t mind if you tag Wis content as LU when applicable! Please also tag it as Wisdomverse though— I’d appreciate that :).

LU fans have almost always been very knowledgeable and polite to me in the past. Shoutout to the LU fandom. Y’all are great.

Anyone who wants can be a Zelda fan! No gameplay required, and no gatekeeping allowed.

Anyone who wants can make fan content interpreting my work in any way; I will not be offended!

The Zelda community has always been a wholesome place to me, and I hope to see it continue that way.

Congrats on making it this far— or for skipping to the tl;dr’s :).

Thanks for reading, and see you around!

Masterpost

[infiniteglitterfall]

Given the rhetoric and disinformation I've seen on Tumblr, I think it's important to clarify that the Haaretz piece is not describing the IDF just standing there mowing people down until the distribution center opens.

The HEADLINE sure as shit is. Haaretz definitely does great and important reporting sometimes, but it's also really fucking good at writing headlines that are borderline clickbait.

This article is a good example of both. It starts out with the most lurid and shocking quotes before you hit the paywall.

As a result, instead of presenting you with (1) a solid hook, (2) context and solid evidence, (3) further details, then (4) alternate opinions and possibilities, it reads like someone's just reporting everything in the order they heard about it. Competing and contradictory ideas are just getting listed off here.

It basically says:

549 people have been killed near aid centers, but nobody knows how many of those were the IDF;

But also, there have been 19 confirmed shooting incidents near aid centers;

Some were at night, so maybe people couldn't see where they were allowed to be?;

One soldier said 1-5 people were killed each day where they were stationed (but not how long they were stationed there);

And that sometimes they fire near a crowd to disperse it, sometimes they charge at people instead;

Another soldier said (correctly, of course) that you can't just be opening fire as your only method of communication with crowds!;

Security is layered: first Palestinians, then Americans, then the IDF;

The article doesn't explain why crowds can get through the first two layers of security in the first place;

Another soldier described two situations in which a mortar shell hit a group of people, one by accident and one because the group was hidden by fog;

And said that there are Hamas operatives among the crowds, but that you still can't be firing at people who are there for food;

Contractors making fucktons of money to demolish houses nearby also shoot people, both to protect themselves and to... get through ASAP and keep making their money?!;

There's a specific dude, Brigadier General Yehuda Vach, who set a policy of opening fire when crowds charge at aid sites;

But he's not in charge here, he's in charge of keeping UN aid TRUCKS from being looted, and people should not be doing the same thing at GHF aid distribution sites;

Vach, or someone under him, recently ordered troops to open fire on civilians just waiting for aid, and killed 8 people;

This is absolutely not how the IDF is supposed to operate, and senior officers and longtime veterans are quoted throughout as being concerned that commanders in the field are overriding IDF policy and culture;

"In addition to IDF fire, military sources say some of the fatalities near the aid distribution centers were caused by gunfire from militias that the army supports and arms";

They don't give much context. The reason Israel supports and arms Abu Shabab is that this clan was both willing to help keep Hamas out of a post-war Gaza, AND strong enough not to get assassinated for saying so.

Unlike at least two other clans over the past year and a half.

Would it be better if there WEREN'T armed militias running around Gaza? Yes please! But given that Hamas, literally an armed militia, controls some cities even in the West Bank, that shit doesn't seem to be workable yet!

One soldier is quoted as saying, "There are many groups that oppose Hamas – Abu Shabab went several steps further. They control territory that Hamas doesn't enter, and the IDF encourages that."

No shit, bro. They want there to KEEP BEING territory that Hamas doesn't enter. Their entire goal here is to make the whole of Gaza, and thus Israel, be territory that Hamas doesn't enter.

This would have been a nice place for Haaretz to mention how many NON-armed groups in Gaza oppose Hamas. Like, maybe just namedrop the massive protests against Hamas real quick. No?

Instead, we return to the fact that the IDF is investigating this stuff, and that senior IDF officials are frustrated that it's not investigating more thoroughly.

Haaretz does, however, do everyone a solid here by name-dropping Southern Command chief Maj. Gen. Yaniv Asor as the primary dude who is failing to investigate or take disciplinary action. That is excellent journalism-as-activism.

The article closes by quoting an IDF spokesperson:

"Hamas is a brutal terrorist organization that starves the Gazan population and endangers them to maintain its rule in the Gaza Strip. Hamas does everything in its power to prevent the successful distribution of food in Gaza and to disrupt humanitarian aid."

This is 100% true, and here again, Haaretz - like everyone else - fails to talk to Palestinians about things that directly affect them.

It would have been really fucking nice - shit, not just nice, but RESPONSIBLE JOURNALISM - if Haaretz had at least mentioned the fact that Hamas literally killed at least 8 GHF workers a few weeks before this article came out.

The spokesperson also says, "Recently, forces worked to reorganize the area by placing new fences, signage, opening additional routes, and more. Following incidents where there were reports of harm to civilians arriving at distribution centers, in-depth investigations were conducted, and instructions were given to forces on the ground based on lessons learned."

It would also have been really nice if Haaretz could have talked to people in the field about whether they had, in fact, gotten new instructions.

I'm willing to let them off the hook there though, because deadlines are a thing.

A few things it should have said, but didn't:

The GHF said the bus attack in which Hamas killed 8 of its workers came after days of threats from Hamas - and that they feared some workers had been taken hostage.

It also said that Hamas was making it almost impossible for them to do their jobs.

Hamas of course denied this, and snarked that the GHF had "utterly failed on all levels."

The GHF only exists because when international NGOs distributed the aid, Hamas was stealing the bulk of the food.

Gazans have been complaining throughout the entire war that Hamas, and random gangs freed when Hamas shut down its prisons at the start of the war, consistently steal the majority of the aid and sell it on the black market.

I've seen photo after photo of "free" UNICEF tents that Gazans paid $700+ to get.

Photo after photo of free aid being stolen by Hamas members, and of the same food showing up in the markets.

I've watched videos from Gazans who walk thru the markets to show the high price of flour or beef or candy bars now - including tons of stuff that's supposed to be free aid.

I remember the thefts finally making the news, once, when Hamas stole not only the aid, but the entire truck that held it.

Both Israel and Gaza say that Hamas steals the aid. Hamas is the only one that denies it. But nobody is listening to ordinary Gazans, and Israel is, of course, assumed to be lying.

The UN agencies that are supposed to deliver aid were also totally failing to get it to the north of Gaza for at least the first six months of the war.

The UN World Food Programme kept ragequitting because delivering food in a war zone - literally its only job - was "too chaotic and dangerous."

And it was literally the only agency distributing aid to the north. So food wasn't getting to the north. So Israel was starving Gaza.

The WFP got absolutely none of the attention or blame for this.

Just as Egypt got none of the blame for food shortages and hunger in the south a year ago, when it stopped letting aid in at all.

IIRC, the borderline famine in the north only ended when Israel rebuilt the crossings that Hamas had destroyed on its way in, so aid could be delivered more quickly and therefore more safely....

although Hamas then hijacked that aid truck there, so I guess safety is relative.

They did subsequently return it.

The news did not happen to mention whether they returned it full or empty.

Now, @hungry-4-both, since you recently posted about death to Nazis, you get the benefit of the doubt here. And thus, I'm gonna ask you a question.

My question is: Hamas's stated mission is to violently destroy Israel because Jews corrupt societies and control the world and stuff. It even held a conference in 2021 to outline its plans for what would happen next: which Jews had to die; which Jews had to leave; which Jews would not be allowed to leave; and that any remaining Jews would once again live as second-class citizens, under the Pact of Umar.

As a further step toward this goal, Hamas invaded Israel, and tortured, mutilated, and burned its way across an area larger than the Gaza Strip itself. In just one day. (I assume I don't have to specify it was October 7th. But it was October 7th.)

How do you stop that attack without the IDF?

For clarity: I am not arguing that the IDF has only done good in the world. I'm not arguing it should shoot civilians. I'm not arguing in favor of any specific actions the IDF has taken, beyond stopping Hamas's attack.

I'm only asking: if the IDF was gone, what would stop Hamas from making good on its repeated promise to commit attacks like October 7th "again and again"?

Because if Hamas has consistently said it's going to keep doing that until Israel is destroyed, isn't "death, death to the IDF" ultimately calling for death to a lot more people? Is there another way?

Haaretz just revealed, based on conversations with soldiers, that commanders instructed them to fire at crowds near the GHF aid distribution centers to drive them away — even when it was clear the crowds posed no danger.

"It's a killing field," one soldier said. "Where I was stationed, between one and five people were killed every day. They're treated like a hostile force – no crowd-control measures, no tear gas – just live fire with everything imaginable: heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, mortars. Then, once the center opens, the shooting stops, and they know they can approach. Our form of communication is gunfire."

"Gaza doesn't interest anyone anymore," said a reservist who completed another round of duty in the northern Strip this week. "It's become a place with its own set of rules. The loss of human life means nothing. It's not even an 'unfortunate incident,' like they used to say."

An officer serving in the security detail of a distribution center described the IDF's approach as deeply flawed: "Working with a civilian population when your only means of interaction is opening fire – that's highly problematic, to say the least," he told Haaretz. "It's neither ethically nor morally acceptable for people to have to reach, or fail to reach, a [humanitarian zone] under tank fire, snipers and mortar shells."

We’ve been following the immense number of casualties and injuries around the GHF aid distribution centers and have heard the people on the ground reveal the horrors. But these Soldiers’ testimonies expose a policy of violence and a systematic disregard for civilian life. This piece is a must read.

[legendofzoodles]

If the Chain were kidnapped

Time sternly dads the punks into not being bad people. Has the experience and wisdom to pull an Uncle Iroh and get them to sort their lives out. Except Time doesn't actually have to say anything, just the mere presence of a strong father figure is enough to get the kidnappers to change their ways. That look in his eyes. He's not mad, he's just disappointed.

Warriors plays along. Weaves a sob story told so well it does lower their guard. In a couple hours he's safely secured their entire crime history, family backgrounds, and blackmail material for the authorities of this era to lock them away for life. Goal achieved, he suddenly completely switches up character, calmly thanking them for their time before breaking out his restraints and single handedly messing them all up.

Twilight: the silent type. Stares them down until they start sweating. His vibe radiates: “I supplexed gorons when I was a teenager. I'm not trapped in here with you, you're trapped here with me.” Before the kidnappers can start arguing about who has to stay in the room with him, Twilight just gets up, his restraints falling like wet paper, and walks out the door while they cower in the corner fearing for their lives.

Sky kills them with kindness. Starts with small shallow compliments which as they respond positively to and end up telling him more about themselves, letting his affirmations hit deeper and deeper until they're convinced to change their ways. To mark this new chapter in their lives he leads them to the nearest goddess statue to repent to his girlfriend.

Legend comes out of the gate tearing his captors a new one. But somehow, the insults cut a little too close to home. Next thing you know, they’re defending themselves, then explaining, then venting. Legend keeps calling them pathetic, but in a way that weirdly encourages them to keep going. So oddly, it becomes a group trauma dump session.

Hyrule: [positioned outside the room] Shouldn't we go in there and get him? It sounds like a fight's about to break out.

Sky: [equipping a clipboard and quill] No no, let him cook. He's making great progress.

With Wild the chain's rescue mission becomes trying to get him back on the team. Cuz you see, Wild's with the kidnappers now. Wasn’t even tied up to begin with. Just vibing in the corner eating all their food. His lack of any sense of danger or fear made them think he was a new recruit. He went along with it, and started assigning them nicknames and chore duties. Grandmaster reverse stockholm syndrome—they start following his lead.

Four plays mind games. Starts casual: “What’s your name?” “What motivates you?” “What’s your greatest regret?” By the first hour he’s ignited a civil war with members either fighting tooth and nail against their fellow men or suffering spirals of deep existential dread. There's a reason Four doesn't share much of what goes on in his head because this is the end result, and no one is having fun anymore. Except Four and his shadow.

Hyrule plays actual games. At first Hyrule just got bored and so interrupted their evil plan spiel offering to bet on how long it would take him to escape. However, that led to other bets being made, dumb challenges like how many rupees one can stack before they collapse, winner keeps their pile of the pool. He gets so into these games he completely forgets he was supposed to be escaping. And his captors forget he has backup coming.

Twilight: [knocking down the door] Hyrule! Don't worry it's okay! We're here to...wait, are you gambling right now?

Hyrule: [rolling dice] Wait five more minutes. It's my turn and I'm definitely gonna win!

Warriors: We didn't come here to stop one crime just to walk in on you commiting one!

Hyrule: One? [pulls out a near empty wallet]

Twilight: [turning to Warriors] He's bankrupted us.

Warriors: [face palming] I told Time not to let Hyrule carry the group travel funds.

Wind is pretty good at playing the 'innocent grandma’s boi' shtick. Will get them to fawn over him, give him life advice, offer snacks, meanwhile he’s already stolen all their keys and is just waiting for nightfall. That said, if the chain don't arrive quick enough Wind's captors might indulge the boy and give him his first tattoo or piercing.

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Thanks for reading! Some of these are more unserious than others.

Masterlist

Other headcanons: 

Parkour team

Honorary Gorons

How each member of the chain laughs

[jmdbjk]

We know they're cooking...

I'm imagining them working with various people, making connections, and when the work day is over, accepting invitations to go out for a meal and/or drinks. I can see Namjoon and Yoongi definitely accepting those invites.

[so who took this pic of Jimin? hmmmmm?]

Jungkook is probably really cooking... literally, cooking for everybody. I know he is.

I know its barely been a week since they've arrived here but I hope they are all able to get out and live some life in between their work days and go see some concerts and just have some normal experiences while in the U.S.

I hope they've gone to the beach to watch the sunset already. I hope Jungkook's rented a Harley and happily riding the streets.

Maybe Yoongi will get a chance to run over to Vegas and see the site where the proposed baseball stadium might be built for the Athletics baseball team when it moves there. I have no idea at what stage is the planning.

I wonder if Jimin and Jungkook will take the opportunity to go ahead and film some AYS episodes while in California.

Whether or not they do, sounds like they have enough for a few episodes in the can from Switzerland and Vietnam. Will this be the way they convey their military stories to us? Ten episodes of Are You Sure where they let us in on their new set of inside jokes? Never ending laughing at the situations they found themselves in? It's easy to laugh now, I bet it wasn't funny while it was happening.

They already used all of JK's music in the first season of the show. Other than songs from Muse (yes to hot humid scenes in Vietnam with Be Mine playing, rollicking on the beach in their birthday suits... oops sorry what was I saying?) Other than that, what music/songs are they going to use for the soundtrack for these new episodes? HMMMM????? Could there be some new music for that in the works too?

[kathartic-kat]

I feel like you're really pulling arguments out on a problem that isn't really there. You've spent this entire discussion being an ass to people and also telling someone else to go kill themselves yourself.

And by your own definitions I'm not tme. I'm a trans woman. A POC, disabled, neurodivergent and plural trans women. I've seen and experienced misogyny. I've experienced racism. I've also experienced ablism.

I've sat and listened to this entire thing for a while and honestly I cannot find a damn good argument that makes sense. It's an entire label based on experiencing oppression. It's a "hey guys look how bad I also have it". It's oppression Olympics.

POC don't refer to ourselves as racism-affected and racism-excluded. Disabled people don't do that with ablism either. Because it'd moronic to further divide an already marganilized group based on "how bad they have it". So why do you feel the need to label people based on their experiences of oppression? Acting like it's some sort of competition? Like you can somehow dictate that?

And I've listened to trans mascs too. Trans mascs who grow up being seen as women. Who get talked over by men, who get treated like shit by doctors. Who, whenever they don't pass, are gendered as a women and immediately face the bullshit any cis women do. There are trans mascs who still get periods. Trans mascs who can still get pregnant. Some who have been sexually assaulted by men. Some who have had to get abortions. Some who still face misogyny because they don't pass. Some who can't afford testosterone or top surgery so never get the chance to pass. There are trans mascs who have called themselves lesbians, dykes and whatever else long before you and I were even born.

I don't think either of us gets to tell the people who have lived misogyny since day 1 that "their misogyny isn't real". That just makes you no better.

Frankly I'm far from intelligent. Social and political issues confuse me and give me a headache. But one thing I'm starting to understand clearly is that most people who argue this don't give a shit about actually fighting misogyny or listening to other people's experiences. You care more about proving to everyone how much worse your life is. But the oppression olympics is the one game folks like you will never win. And it ain't a game worth winning either.

the attempt to erode the language that transfeminists (and just trans women in general) use to discuss our culture and the bigotry we face is, without question, a fully intentional one.

"tma/tme are intersexist", "transfem means trans and feminine", "transbian also refers to transmasc lesbians", "egg jokes are problematic" ect are all conscious violence against trans women and an active effort to strip away from us the terms we use to express ourselves, our experiences, and the oppression we face.