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thevanillerose · 3 months ago

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SQUID GAME 2 | YANDERE SCENARIOS

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ ~ NOVELS

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

CONTENT WARNING: SPOILERS / Yandere / Violence / Death A/N: Probably the most popular request I've ever gotten on this blog, was to write a sequel to Squid Game | Yandere Scenarios. Now it did take me a minute to binge Season 2, with a bestie. Mainly because I felt like it was a little too depressing to watch over the holiday season...(unless it's a 'Silent Night Deadly Night' sorta Christmas??). But now that I have, hoo boy.

Strap in.

THE SALESMAN

Your teeth ached.

You should have predicted the kind of man he was. You should have seen it coming long before this investigation started. His little subway game should have been a dead giveaway.

Was it any surprise you ended up gagged and bound in the most fucked up game of Russian Roulette you could imagine?

Watching him slide that metal barrel up taut between his teeth was enough to make your breath catch. It was strikingly perverse, but then again, so were many of the things he had turned out to be into. And you’d ended up in too deep before you could realize that.

For a moment though, just a moment, you wondered if maybe Heaven was smiling on you. You wondered, ever so hopefully, if that chamber may be full. If a bullet may rip right up through his skull and splatter the cheap smoke-stained motel wallpaper behind him.

It didn’t.

You flinched at the click, and that was all.

Smiling smugly, he withdrew the gun from his mouth and slid it across the table to you again.

“Your turn, [Y/N].”

Right now you didn’t even know what your odds were. You quit calculating your chances once more than two bullets had come into play. Hopelessness swelled in you, and you couldn’t even will yourself to pick up the gun. You sank in the seat, skin pressing to the ropes, lowering your head in pitiful defeat.

“Mm? You don’t want to play anymore?”

When he received no response from you, save for a sad shake of your head, he sighed and picked up the gun, twirling it aptly, gesturing it towards you as if it were only a toy.

“That’s no fun. I thought you were feeling lucky? Isn’t that why you came after me in the first place?”

You looked aside, ashamed. Mission failed, huh?

Now, all you expected was a pull of that trigger on his part. A gamble on your behalf, one he’d probably take a few times if that was what it took to put you down. Yet instead, it was the gun he put down instead.

“Can I be honest with you, [Y/N]?” he asked, steepling his fingers and leaning forward to look you dead in your tearful eyes.

“...I think it’s quite fortunate. That you stopped being so stubborn. That you gave up. Do you know why?”

Somehow, this already confusing man had baffled you further. And only moreso, terrifyingly moreso, when his fingers reached out to drift slowly up your cheek, coming to tug playfully on the gag and make you whimper.

“Because, alive? Like this? I can do whatever I want with you.”

That charming, disarming smile.

“Can’t I?”

THANOS

“I wanna keep playing with you. So push O, okay baby?”

His painted nails dug deep under your collarbones, like the worst kind of shoulder massage, his tall body leaning over yours and pressing against your back. His purple hair brushed your cheek, as did his breath when he spoke.

Thanos had singled you out and ‘chosen’ you from the get-go. He was arrogant enough to think he could get anyone he wanted, and you were a cute-looking challenge for him. Your initial resistance, your discomfort around him, he figured, had been nerves.

“But it’s all good babe, stick with me and I’ll keep you safe. That’s a promise, yeah?”

Surely it didn’t have nearly nothing to do with your actual wellbeing, and more to do with keeping you in his clutches. Surely it wasn’t because he cared less about whether one of those pink limp-dicks blasted your brains out and more about making sure nothing else with a dick got near you.

Surely it wasn’t anything like that.

You were just someone who’d make a good fuck if he could bribe the guards to let you two in the bathroom alone. Just a toy for him to play around with, as he drugged himself all the way to victory.

…He tried to keep that lie strong and real in his head. But with you standing right there, back to his chest, he knew he was trying to convince himself of some serious bullshit.

There was nobody else like you. He didn’t know why, there just wasn’t.

Whatever it was, the drugs, the impending doom, the smell of money, whatever it was…one thing he simply knew for sure, was that he couldn’t let you go.

Which meant, you had to keep playing.

You had to push O.

His grip finally loosened, as your number was called. He pushed you toward the voting stand. He bit down on his chipped, painted thumb, and hoped you’d make the right choice.

Because if you didn’t? Well.

He wasn’t letting you go anyway.

HYUN-JU

It wasn’t fair.

You were so sweet. You were so innocent. You were so understanding.

Someone like you had no place in a game like this. Whatever mess it was you’d gotten yourself in, out in the real world, Hyun-ju couldn’t imagine it was bad enough to be worth staying here. Living this nightmare. She couldn’t fathom why you had voted to keep going.

There was no way you’d last. This sweet little person who called her ‘unnie’, and had told her without a shred of sarcasm that she was beautiful…you surely had too good a soul to survive in this place. You were going to die, and you were going to die horribly, she just knew it, and she couldn’t bear it.

“Unnie…would you come to the bathroom with me?”

During the night, you’d nudged and asked her almost like a child, apologetic for waking her, but clearly trusting nobody else as much. Hyun-ju obliged of course, she felt like she could do anything for you. Escorting you to the bathroom, even if it meant dealing with some difficult guards, was such a small ask.

It was the middle of the night. Everyone was resting, or trying to, at least. Trying to steel themselves with energy, a hopeful advantage in the upcoming games. So here, it was just the two of you. Alone.

“I won’t be long!” you assured her, and hurried into one of the cubicles, while Hyun-ju turned towards the sinks, leaning against one and gripping it. She gazed up at her face, brushing her cheek, remembering how you’d called her ‘beautiful’.

You probably didn’t even realize how much that meant to her. You probably couldn’t fathom the effect you had on her.

Hyun-ju’s teeth grit and she doubled over, arms quivering as her grip on the sink’s edge steadily tightened. More and more, until her knuckles flushed in white.

I could do it.

Her head immediately shot up, staring at herself in sheer horror. How could she even consider that?

But…what was the alternative? Let you suffer in one of these awful ‘games’? See your perfect face riddled with bullets, bloodied, ruined? Let any of those other lecherous creeps in here even have a chance of getting closer to you?

…It would be a mercy, no?

“I’m done!”

Blissfully unaware of what she was truly contemplating, you emerged again and quickly washed your hands, looking up at her with your usual, warm smile.

“Do you need to go too?” you shook your hands off, “I can wait for you, unnie.”

Hyun-ju forced a shaky smile, and shook her head.

“No…I’m fine.”

“Okay!” you gestured for her to go ahead, back to bed, back to the impossible task of trying to get any rest at all in this fucked up place.

Instead, Hyun-ju reached out and gently guided you back against the sink, standing over you. Her hand lingered near the crook of your neck, her thumb gently curling against your skin.

“...Unnie?” you looked up at her, now wide-eyed, and confused.

“...You wouldn’t blame me…right?” she whispered, softly, worriedly, like her words were pure sin. Her other hand cupped your cheek gently, and you instinctively leaned into it, confused, but happy to be held by her like this.

“...I just…I don’t want you to suffer…”

The pad of her thumb pressed harder. Her other fingers slipped lower, resting on the other side of your neck.

All she had to do was bring them together. Bring them together…and squeeze.

Squeeze until you felt nothing else. Until you could go blissfully to a happier place, with no debts, and no killing, and freedom again. Your delicate body would sink against hers, and then, somehow, she’d take herself out of here too. It could be as simple as provoking one of the guards on lavatory duty. It wouldn’t be the prettiest, but at least then, you’d be together.

Out of this place. Away from it all.

Forever-

“U-unnie?”

It was how small and suddenly so frightened your voice sounded, that startled her out of it. Her hands jerked back, hovering stiffly either side of you, as you gazed up at her with so much hurt and concern and…fear.

Fear.

You were afraid of her. The last thing she would have ever wanted.

“...W…we should get back, right? They’re going to get mad if we don’t…”

She could see the way you still tried your best to smile, and be nice, be the way you’d always been with her, but it was too late.

It was ruined. She blew it. You’d never see her the same way again.

Whether you truly knew what her intent had been or not, she could feel the awkward shift between the two of you, as she stiffly followed you out. She felt sick. Was that it? The end of this beautiful thing you had?

…Beautiful.

No. She couldn’t let it be. And as she left that bathroom, and looked at those guards, and looked at every other twisted person in that room, and looked at…you. She knew.

She was filled with a dark, delusional resolve.

Maybe killing you wasn’t the answer.

Maybe killing everyone else was.

THE FRONT MAN

Young-il had seemed like a good man.

A good man, simply in a bad place. Like the rest of you. You liked to think anyway.

It was only during this game, Mingle, that you got to see the full extent of people’s desperation. What they were willing to do, to survive, to line their pockets, or both.

It wasn’t in your nature…

“You understand, right [Y/N]!?”

It wasn’t ever…

“We’re sorry!!”

…in your nature.

You’d made a small group of companions here, but as you were the weakest link, they cut you in an instant as soon as the number needed in one of those rooms required it. Their apologies were like water, they meant nothing, as you were left standing there, lost, alone, scared.

This game…was also the first time he took action.

Messing with Gi-hun was one thing, but the Front Man wanted more than that. As soon as The Salesman had shown you to him; your red, flustered face as you had been slapped around the subway station, captured on handycam video…he had been sure of something.

It wasn’t just Gi-hun. It was you too.

Perhaps, he’d even say, you were the priority.

He liked the idea of keeping you after this was all over. Which meant, for now, assuring you stayed alive through these games.

So when he saw you abandoned, it was his time to act. He practically ripped the breath out of you with how fast he grabbed and tugged you along, throwing you into a lime green room and slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

You hit the wall with a yelp, and slumped against it. But as you shakily looked to your right, and as he turned from the door and cast his sharp eyes around the room, you both saw.

You’d wanted 2. You’d gotten 3.

“H-hey, we can work this out, r–”

The man didn’t get to finish. The tears that had welled in his eyes now poured down his face as he gagged and choked and writhed against the solid arm around his neck. You gasped with horror, staggering back as tightly into the corner as you could, covering your mouth with both hands.

You watched him kill that man. Clenched jaw, staring ahead coldly, even as a living being drifted into death in his very own arms.

And only once he was sure you were in the clear…did that kindness return. That goodness, you had been so sure about.

Young-il stood, and approached you, arm outstretched so he could brush your arm gently with his palm.

“You’re alright?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Pallid and wide-eyed, feeling like you had a cord around your throat, you looked into those worried eyes and only saw softness. But you couldn’t shake seeing that hard look from earlier. Witnessing it firsthand.

His cold will. How easily he had killed.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, but quickly moved away, muttering something about how the game must be over now. As you stepped out, he remained for a moment, glancing up at the cameras before smirking, and curling the hand that had touched you close to the mint green jacket on his chest.

Did that shock you? Really?

Then perhaps it was better if you braced yourself.

Because if it meant keeping you as his own sort of prize……he was willing to do a lot worse than that.

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stilljuststardust · 8 months ago

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I fear I'm not practicing the LOA "right" and i'm so anxious. I keep thinking "what if all my persistence is useless because i'm not practicing the LOA right?" I can't tell if I'm truly partaking in imagination or just simply daydreaming. My understanding of the concept of "daydreaming" and "imagination" seems to have no clear distinct difference. Maybe I'm spiralling, but I feel like a fraud and can't seem to have faith in my own abilities. I continue to doubt everything because I wonder "does not feeling fulfilled in imagination mean my 4D has not shifted because I don't understand I have it?"

Is it okay to not feel anything or even feel bad towards your desires but still understand you have it and actually shift realities?

Take a deep breath.

You are going to be ok. There is nothing wrong with you. You are safe. You are stronger than you think. I believe in you. Not feeling anything is OK.

I have a laptop I manifested sitting next to me right now. I didn't feel anything when I was manifesting it and I don't feel like I have it even though it's physically here right now.

Please don't be so mean to yourself. You're going to be ok

Disclaimer: This may be controversial because people have really been shitting on affirmations lately, so let me first say that all methods work. This is just my personal experience. I understand that some of you will disagree with this post, that's OK. Please respect that everyone has their own beliefs.

Emotions don't matter

I normally put links at the end but you should really read this: it's ok to feel like shit

I know you're very stressed out, I am also a very anxious person. Please know that hurting deeply doesn't mean you can't manifest.

Feeling is not what manifests. For a long time I ran in circles because I was trying to force my emotions to conform.

I am a very anxious person sometimes bordering on paranoid. If my reality was solely dependent on what I felt like was happening a girl with long hair would be crawling out of my TV right now.

The truth is emotions are fickle. Trying to force an extremely positive emotional state will most likely just make you hurt more.

Often the most painful part of suffering is our constant attempt to suppress it instead of processing the emotion.

We are not our feelings. We are often subject to dramatic and irrational emotional states that don't reflect our actual thoughts and opinions.

"I feel awful and I don't like how often I'm feeling it" often leads us into thinking "nothing is ever going to work for me", but it's important to ground ourselves and realize that feeling like shit is not divine undeniable proof that it isn't going to work.

So what does manifest?

Your dominant thoughts and mental state.

The thoughts you repeat over and over and over. Your subconscious listens to everything you tell it and it takes you at face value every single time. If you repeat something to your subconscious it will push that experience into your reality.

You ARE manifesting, just not what you want.

I'm guessing your most common thoughts right now sound something like this:

"why isn't it working" "what am I doing wrong" "why can't I get this right"

THAT is what is manifesting right now.

It's not about feeling like you have it, it's about thinking thoughts that imply you do.

So what's the whole deal with the 4D 3D thing? Those are just buzzwords that mean your internal and external world. Your internal world manifests. What part of your internal world is constant? Your thoughts. You may not be visualizing or mediating all day but you ARE thinking all day every single day. (visualization and mediation still do work, I'm not discrediting those methods. Your mental images are still thoughts)

What now? (What I think you should do)

I want you to try robotic affirmations. There is literally no way to do them wrong. They don't require feeling or belief. its ok if repeating them feels wrong.

This is all you have to do:

All of your thoughts and words are affirmations so don't affirm against your desire. I know these are often very very habitual. That's ok, you just need to break the habit. Flip the thought or start affirming.

Repeat thoughts that imply it has manifested. It's best if it's in your own words. What would you say if it his happened? Now repeat that sentence whenever possible. Whenever you are doing something that is boring like a chore or showering instead of letting your mind water repeat your affirmation.

Don't try to feel it or imagine it, just repeat the sentence. That's why they're called robotic. There's nothing else to do but repeat them. Hopefully this gives you less to worry about.

LINKSSSS:

How to break a thought pattern

Affirm and persist

Do I have to believe?

Robotic affirmations

Please please please watch this.

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nicoliine · 1 year ago

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The night Lucifer became your god.

☆彡 Your god had abandoned you; the devil stayed by your side.

Whose your devotion is with?

☆ Disclaimer: I'm an atheist myself but was raised Catholic, so I understand that some people may find this disrespectful. Please, if you find the religion subject as a taboo to write about, don't continue reading.

☆ G/N Reader—no pronouns or y/n used.

☆ English isn't my first language and I wrote this drunk, so if there is any mistake please excuse me <3

Religion as a metaphor for love 🛐

—"Eli, Eli, lema sabachtani?" Matthäus 27:46.—

In Lucifer's eyes, you were an angel.

There were few things that he considered pure in hell. His daughter, the love he once had for his wife, and the joy he felt when his last rubber duck wasn't a fiasco.

You, however, were the purest thing that ever stepped on hell.

It made him sick. It was like heaven had taken pity on him and decided to send you to bring love and comfort to his shattered soul.

The first time he ever stepped on your room, he almost thought you two weren't in hell, but in a church, your room resembles a presbytery. He was met by a big cross on the wall in front of him and a lot of candles around; the final straw was a bible on the nightstand.

Where did you even get that?

It was creepy.

It gave him chills; surely he was uncomfortable at first; he hated sacred places; it made him feel dizzy. But the way you talked to him and how you looked at him in the eyes made him feel as if he were in heaven again.

Except that both of you were in hell.

You were in hell. With him.

Your looks weren't any different; you often had a kind smile on your face. When someone made a gross comment, he never failed to see you putting your hands together in a praying motion. He got a glimpse of your scarred knees one time, and a thought came to his mind: you on your knees, praying to God countless nights instead of going to parties.

He felt jealous; oh, to be adored in that way, how would it feel?

And you were so sweet; you always knew what to say and how to react. Even when he felt like getting back into his depression hole, kind words came out of your lips as you held him.

He wanted you; he never, in thousands of years in hell, ever prayed to God, but he would do it for you to be his.

☆◦ •◦☆

If you are an angel, then how did you end up here? He often wondered: surely God wouldn't be so cruel as to send you to hell, right?

A scoff left his lips; of course he would.

It was dark outside, and the pouring rain could be heard from outside your room. In the comfort of your room, he couldn't help but ask. You just finished your prayer, an old but well-conserved rosary on your hands.

You don't really know what to say.

"I just guess that I deserved it."

Hearing you say that broke him, how could you say that you deserved to be down there? How could you be so cool about it? You even laughed it off. He didn't deserve to have you there; please don't be so mean to you.

You tried to change the subject almost immediately; you don't want to go on about the many nights that you stayed awake calling for your god to take you out of there, just to hear you. You think that Lucifer wouldn't like to hear you say that you don't want to be there.

Oh god, my god, why did he forsaken you?

Truth be told, you often questioned it yourself; you didn't want to. Guess that's why you're down there; you asked so many questions? how you spent your whole life following his rules, praying until your knees bled, and giving all your life to him, just to be thrown into hell forever.

It wasn't your fault.

You were so young and so naive.

Please, how can you leave me here?

How could you let me down even when you said you loved me?

☆◦ •◦☆

When you woke up in hell, you felt your heart shatter. Somehow, you managed to make it to the Heaven Embassy, looking at the building and hoping for them to come back for you, you stayed there for days. But it never happened.

It should be a mistake. You couldn't have failed; what had you done wrong?

When you arrived at the hotel, you wanted to cry. Everything Charlie told you would take for you to be redeemed has been everything you did in life.

Then why are you there?

Every passing day, your chest hurts a little more. It was like pieces of your soul were falling apart.

"I feel guilty, Lucifer; I know I shouldn't question his actions, that I would never understand," you said as your eyes were fixated on the big cross on your wall, "but he abandoned me; he doesn't love me anymore. I highly doubt he ever did."

You later felt guilty for breaking the rosary in your hand. Lucifer, however, felt excited about it.

☆◦ •◦☆

It hurts to see you like this, it made Lucifer feel so bad.

I mean, he understands how you are feeling; he used to have so many dreams that were taken away from him the moment he talked to his creator. He just wanted to be heard.

But he wasn't heard.

He remembers how it happened—the court spat on his face in his trial. They didn't even let him talk. He remembers how he felt the air leaving his lungs, so humiliated and despised by his father. He grabbed a fist of his shirt while they brought his sentence. His chest hurts a lot. He looked at his father, asking for forgiveness that he was never granted.

So he understood your pain; he felt your pain as his while you looked so hurt. You two weren't so different.

Except you were, you are a pure soul who did everything right, no questions asked ever. It makes his blood boil.

How could God treat you like this while Lucifer could break hell apart just for you to be on your knees for him?

He wanted to bring you comfort, but what does one say in a moment like this? What could he say that could give your heart rest?

You felt guilty; you felt remorse, wrath, pain, sadness—you didn't know what to think or how to react. You felt like your own father had abandoned you, leaving a hollow in your soul that couldn't be filled.

Everything left was for you to wait.

Wait to find something else to live for.

Something to pray for.

Someone to believe.

"If you were mine, I would never abandon you." Lucifer felt no remorse to say that; he wasn't taking advantage of your state. He just was showing you the right way, by his side you would never feel neglected or hurt. This is how it must have been since the beginning; if you had given him your heart since the beginning, you wouldn't have felt so much pain.

He would take care of you forever.

To have you on your knees before him was strange. He dreamed about this exact moment for so long, but he never thought it could really happen.

But it was happening.

You were there, with so much devotion in your eyes that it was impossible to look away.

He could see in your eyes that you would do everything he asked for.

How could God let you go when you were so devoted?

He wouldn't let you go.

Never.

You are his now.

You are his loyal believer; he's your god.

Like it always was supposed to be.

About where the inspiration for this came from:

There's a Mary statue in Spain that I absolutely loved the work of the sculptor, it's called: "María Santísima de la Quinta Angustia." —love the name!Her hurt face gave me chills and I thought about this writing. Please take a look at her, she looks like a doll! ✨

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. 💞

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #nicolines

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 4 months ago

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Enhypen Tea Session

Disclaimer: This is my interpretation of the cards. This is not fact and all alleged! This doesn't put many of them in the best light. I am a messenger, so no hate on any of them.

Now, to the next group for this session. I feel they gave me so much tea in the past, so not sure what else they can share and if they have much else to share, but let's see what they give me.

Heeseung

He could be handed things to him things that alter his reality, maybe allows him to disconnect. He continuously shows me things about drinks being offered to him, or him drinking things. This ace of cups in this deck seems to always pop up for him , or has in the past, but a lot of these cards have things about people offering things to him. He might feel a sort of emptiness and numbness to things and may need these drinks to help keep his energy up or feel alive. I see him having access to a lot of inner wisdom and knowledge. I say when he is alone, he may have access to this information or get loads of downloads, but I see him trying to find ways to block it out, maybe that is where I can see him wanting to drink a lot. I saw this in his perspective reading, where he seems to have access to psychic abilities and he doesn't know how to handle it or process it.

He has strong divine femininity energy, meaning someone with strong creative, intuitive and psychic abilities. He was offered a dream, a fairytale, this could be about being an idol, a fantasy per say. I say there are childhood wounds he hasn't healed and still needs to process. These childhood wounds still affect him in some way. I say this is like that for mostly every human being, so not sure why that is stressed for him. Although, he seems mature, he is stunted emotionally somehow. Like he has strong childlike energy that still is with him. I mean, makes sense knowing him, he can be a bit of a goofball and dork at times. I say that with love.

Another note: Good thing I do these readings a bit before I post them, he gave me another message, while I was lying in bed lol He tends to do this, which is interesting. I was pulled back to this reading out of nowhere. I got mind altering, so I am assuming these drinks do that, also I was pulled to the 9 of Swords of his career reading and if you remember I felt weird when I was discussing that card. I believe that card also came out in his perspective reading, that all seems to be connected somehow, man Heeseung is becoming so much more fascinating to me. I wonder if these drinks cultivate these frantic thoughts, hmm. It is like it could induce psychic attacks, got that message too.

Jay

Well, the devil shows up first, flying out like crazy. He seems highly materialistic. I can see him doing some weird shit to get ahead or make money to be honest. Like that devil card gives me the dark side to money. This strong attachment to money can lead you down a dark path in this industry just saying. I got four cards that are about money. He has a strong desire to reach a level of success where he can be rich and wealthy, anyone with this desire to be rich can do anything to get that, which could break a bit of your own morals. The more money someone wants, the further you move away from your true essence. I can see him working hard to receive whatever scraps he can. This boy will put out the stops, burn himself down, overwork and exhaust himself to get it. Ya'll tell this boy to go on a break, and I swear he will look at you sideways for that. He burns himself down, but ends up finding that passion again.

Jay is a very passionate man and always finds that drive and energy to keep going. This man is focused on money, achievement and career advancement. I see him wanting to do this to achieve his own success and to stand on his own. I can see this devil card as him tying himself to this industry or career and the dark shit it entails to get to where he wants to go, which is financial freedom. So, he may not partake in the dark shit, but maybe understands the crap he has to go through to get to where he wants to, but still, he shows strong attachment to money and I don't know, people with that attachment can do anything to get it. The card name in this deck is the shadow, so he may do some lowkey things or hide things that he does.

Jake

I am seeing he is someone that dissociates and disconnects. I can also see him struggling to find passion or not getting things offered to him that brings out that passion. Interesting message here, I see strong sexual energy with him and he may use that to fill a void, so a desire to sleep with others, most likely woman to feel some sort of passion or desire he may not have. I see him getting some sort of deal in the past. I am not sure what that means. It is like he does this, or we give you this and he pays them back for it. I am so confused by these cards (6 of cups/6 of pentacles). He doesn't want to elaborate. I pulled another card and got the 2 of wands ugh, probably why he didn't want to elaborate, there could be sexual favors here, sleeping with someone to get ahead. But I can also see him paying others for sex or paying others after the fact to silence them allegedly, who knows where he lies on that spectrum. That is what that deal probably is.

He is someone with their heads in the clouds, doesn't necessarily see the reality of things. He tends to not want to face harsh realities, so he disconnects to keep moving. I see him trying his best to seek pleasure in life and contain it, so I don't see him liking the discomforts of things and he tries to make light out of everything. Once things get hard, he will do what it takes to escape. He kind of has this hedonistic mindset. He tries to seek external satisfaction, but he doesn't understand that comes from within, so this is a vicious cycle for him, because he will continue to fill a void unless he finds happiness from within, but he tends to do anything to escape himself.

Sunghoon

It seems these guys are all getting similar card, 4 of cups has popped up for 3 members (Heeseung,Jake and him). Like seriously is there something they take that enhances their psychic abilities or is a gateway to it, like why do I keep seeing this with this group, da fuck is this. Similar to Heeseung, it is like they drink this when they are feeling down or something, or lack energy, they have them take this or if they feel numb, it helps them somehow. It helps build their strength and character, it gives them energy or strength. I mean, this doesn't have to be sinister, there are drinks that do that, but why is this popping up, and how is this tea lol Is it some secret concoction, like wtf. This Death card and the 5 of wands confuses me. He may not want his career to end, so he will compete to the death to achieve his success. I get a strong competitive drive and desire from him, and he will take anyone down who gets in his way. He can be pretty aggressive. I pulled another card, cause girl is nosy and got 9 of cups, so yeah, anything that can satisfy his needs he will go after it, like Jake he seeks pleasure and happiness and will do what it takes to get that and fulfill his desires. I see him having no problem stomping over anyone who gets in his way, sorry I sense that. I am not hating or judging, just going with the feeling I am getting here and sharing it.

This is a tea session, it isn't supposed to be pretty. The 2 of wands reversed just gives me someone who prefers to work on his own and go his own way on things. What he envisions for himself is for him, so not sure he is much into working with others but tolerates it. So, girl asked for another card and got the empress. I wonder if he is at odds with mommy dearest, sorry don't like her vibe energetically, don't care. But also, with creative pursuits he struggles to work with others and never really sees eye to eye on it. It is like he has his own path and own way to go about things. I can also see his Mom was competitive and cutthroat about things too and that is where he probably got it from. Okay, I shared a lot for him, but his intrigued me the most, so time to move on. Just saying, not here to judge, just sharing my interpretation. I will never hate on any of these idols. I still adore him and the others.

Sunoo

I feel like there could have been more of a promise for him or pact for him to achieve more than what he has achieved. I can also see him wanting to fly solo and have his independence and have his own career. But there is some sort of pact or deal he has made that makes him stay. Now with this Emperor card and the knight of wands card together. I take these two ways, either he is attracted to this dominant male figure, this could be dominant female too, and there could be an emotional connection to this person as the 2 of cups is here too. Or there is aggression towards this person as well, could be both. He could also impulsively lash out at this person. Not sure who this person is, but they seem to be a dominant presence in his life.

The knight of wands is moving towards the emperor. I see his energy as the knight of wands and the emperor as this other person, maybe the one he made a deal with. This person can be pretty dominant and controlling, this doesn't feel like his energy and with the 2 of cups, there is a presence of someone else here, that plays a role. But there is a need to take on this person or move on and go on his own. Now I always sensed if any member would go it would be him and still sensing that. I see him having a lot of creating energy and wanting to express that and maybe he will try to do that more or go elsewhere for it to be expressed.

So reading this back and got the message daddy issues, so that person could be his Father, the name on the card is actually called The Father, rather than the Emperor, so it was actually literal. I get a sense he may have some issues with his Dad. But then again, that two of cups makes me think someone else, so I think this refers to his Dad and someone else. Going to leave it there. His Dad allegedly being in the mix messed my head up. I sense this is a mixture of two stories here.

Jungwon

In the middle we got the King of Swords, once again showing me, he is a man with a lot of knowledge and information. I also felt this man can be a bit cold, calculated and callus. Knowledge is power to him and holding that knowledge is power to him. I can see him understanding how cutthroat the industry can be and may play into it. I see this 5 of swords as someone cutthroat, harsh and can cut people down with their words, so that is his energy. I heard catty, which is someone who is deliberately hurtful. Dang Jungwon you like this! He is someone who likes to have the upper hand, so breaking you down gives him that. Yup, even if he is my fave. I call is how I get it. This still doesn't change my mind on any of them though. I separate lol I can see him being a drill sergeant, pointing out mistakes, being a bit of a perfectionist. I say he puts a lot on his back, burns himself out, does way too much to achieve the success he wants. To climb to the top you got burn yourself out, this may be his mindset.

He doesn't seem afraid to communicate how he feels even if it is disruptive or hurtful. He is the type that says things maybe out of frustration and without thought, but mostly he is very calm and calculated with his approach as the KOS is in the middle, which represents to me his strongest energy. He is also showing some pact or deal in the past that have may have been promising his success. This 2 of cups always just gives me some sort of ritualistic bondage of some sort, like do they get some cups of something, go near water and do a seance or something with the company people and make some spiritual pact that may promise them a successful career. Whatever this pact is it will lead him to get the recognition and success he desires. I see him having a strong desire for success and recognition and doing whatever he can to get that.

I do love how straight forward and honest his energy is, even if it isn't always pretty, he got no shame, got to respect him for that.

Ni-Ki

He is showing he doesn't have much power or his hands are tied about things and situations that happen. I see him being passive and nonchalant about things. I can see a powerful woman may play a role in the company or group. I keep seeing this strength card with a woman on it pop up for them. She may pull a lot of the strings. I see him trying to gain an understanding through all these challenges and difficulties he may face as an idol and maybe coming to a realization about things. He seems stifled and has to fit a certain image. He feels stuck to fit that image. He seems like he is showing that he is a concocted image of others but not his authentic self. I can also see him being catty and destructive with his words as well and can be pretty harsh with his words, maybe has hurt others in the past.

I can also see him pushing others away, so they don't get too close. He is also showing me some deal in the past with this 6 of cups. I swear that popped up for everyone. Like a sold fantasy they got, but that it wasn't what they said it would be like. He is showing there are a lot of obstacles and challenges he has to face. And that he always has to defend himself. And he sees things crumbling and falling apart or things are a bit chaotic. I see him having lots of emotions that he tries to hide, but I do see it cracking or he sees that it will eventually break, or he will crack under having to hold those emotions in for so long.

Okay, that is what I get for this installment of tea sessions. I wasn't sure they had more to share, but I swear this group is pretty easy to get information from me and thankfully no sickness or any discomfort here from any of them.

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emotionalhottiee · 5 months ago

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You’re my little secret 💋.

Part 1

(inspired by “My little Secret” by Xscape (kind of).

Warning: 18+ (This content may include explicit material).

DISCLAIMER: This oneshot is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise stated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events in this fanfic are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Jey Uso x Ashleigh (OC)

It’s not really a secret, it’s just nobody’s business.

Being a woman, working in the nightclub scene isn’t for the weak. Yes of course the tips are amazing, but the men you have to deal with on a daily basis will make you homicidal. From the stingy motherfuckas that order one bottle for 20 plus people. To the ones who don’t tip (honestly they’re the worst).To the creepy ass men who think that just because you work in a strip club that you are dying for any type of attention from them. To the ones that think you’re supposed to want to sleep with them, because they have “money”. Those are the type of men i wish i never had to interact with, but this is the job I choose so it comes with the territory. Now I don’t know how most clubs work, but here at Queen of Diamonds in Atlanta I don’t have to worry about any of that because I have my uces. My incredibly buff Samoan bouncers/ Top flight security of the world aka my personal body guards; Joshua & Jon, my twinsies. They were here long before I started bartending here. But ever since I’ve been working here, they have been my lifesavers on more than one occasion. I love those boys…one maybe a little more than the other ;).

“What’s up Sis” I heard from the other side of the empty club. Recognizing that damn voice from anywhere, “wazzup JonJon” i hollered back. Followed by laughter seeing Jon’s face scrunched up at the nickname. He acts like he’s hates it but deep down inside he loves it. Once my laughter settled my eyes made their way over to Joshua, Jon’s twin brother. An instant smile was plastered all over my face. Josh made his way over to my bar where i was setting up, getting ready for the night. “Wass good babygirl” he said. Pulling me into a big bear hug. “Hey Joshy pooh” i said gleefully wrapping my arms around his neck. We stood embracing each other for what felt like an eternity, but it was only for a few seconds. He smacked his lips at the sound of the nickname i gave him. They know they love my nicknames.

It is a quarter to ten and the club is officially about to open for the night. As i was finishing up washing the rest of my shot glasses out. I felt some rough ass skinny arms wrap around me. My skin was crawling with disgust because i literally knew who it was. “Wassup girl” Que the Club Dj tried to whisper in my ear, as i struggled to push him off of me. I need to start lifting. I thought to myself because i could not get this man off of me. “I thought i told yo ass, DO NOT TOUCH ME!” I said very loudly.

I don’t understand why this man cant get a fucking clue. Don’t get me wrong he’s not a bad looking guy… It’s just his horrible personality that ruins it completely. He puts his hands up in defeat, as if he didn’t want any issues. I was wondering what caused him to switch up so quickly. But I didn’t have to look very far. Just as he started to walk away. I looked up at the club entrance to see Josh standing up jaw and fist clenched tighter than i have ever seen. But I’m not complaining, I love seeing my “man” get all worked up about me! My pussy started throbbing, just thinking about him. But i can’t have him right now, the club is about to start and people will surely notice us missing. I looked back up at Josh, letting him know with my eyes that i was fine. He slowly started to relax, unclenching his hands and jaw. He was silently telling me okay, but i knew he wasn’t over it. He couldn’t stand Que!

Part 2

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dorkus-mcdingus · 3 months ago

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A Familiar Voice: A Lilia Short Story

BIG OL FREAKING DISCLAIMER!

This bit of fanfiction is based on the "Crowley is Raverne" theory (which has neither been confirmed or denied) which I both DESPISE TO MY CORE and adore so much.

So I thought, if that theory is true, what would be going through Lilia's head seeing a somewhat familiar face during orientation?

Admittedly, the final scene with Crowley, I was inspired by Prince Kallisto's drawing and oof the amount of inspiration it gave me when I saw Maleanor's painting get slashed! After all, if a portrait has a mouth, why can't it talk?

Enjoy the story and the little moments of Lilia being a wholesome dad :3

A new year meant new students coming in, packing the mirror chamber like sardines while the Headmaster gives the most boring yet somehow self-serving speech imaginable.

The seniors were trying their damndest to stay awake but getting a good look at the new blood, their hearts began to palpitate rapidly as in the sea of cloaked boys, only one had horns poking through his hood.

"Dude, we got a code red." One third year student whispered

"Shut up! The headmage is gonna hear us!" Replied a second year in a hushed tone.

"I'm serious, look in the crowd of freshmen!"

When the boy turned to the crowd, it was like his blood froze into ice in his veins.

"You're kidding...! You mean to tell me that's..."

The third year nodded, just as terrified as ever.

"Malleus Draconia... I feel so bad for everyone in Diasomnia right now..."

"How do you know he's gonna end up there? The Dark Mirror hasn't even gotten to him."

"Uh! Hello?! 5th most powerful mage in Twisted Wonderland AND the fact that he's a fae from Briar Valley?! No duh he's going to get sorted into Diasomnia!

Another second year boy tapped on their shoulders.

"I heard a lot of things about the fae from that place. They're not as forgiving compared to here. I mean, mom and dad already hammered in before I came here to always be polite to the fairies but I'd rather avoid Malleus like the plague unless I wanna get cursed. Just looking at him gives me the chills..."

Curious, Malleus looked over at the whispering boys but the trio panicked as they hid their mouths behind their hands to muffle a gasp.

"Malleus," Lilia whispered. "Pay attention because they're going to call you up soon."

"Understood." He sighed.

Those etiquette lessons had to be drilled into his head despite how bored he was hearing the headmage go on and ON about how generous and kind he was but once Lilia got a good look at the man... Something told him that he's seen him before. It was hard to tell behind the mask he wore, but even he was left staring.

"Cater Diamond!" Called the masked man.

The ginger haired boy with a black diamond painted on his cheek stood in front of the mirror as the mirror said with a booming voice,

"State your name."

"Name's Cater Diamond~!" He replied with his overly jovial tone.

"Cater Diamond, the nature of your soul is... HEARTSLABYUL!"

Lilia may have been short in stature but his red doll-like eyes couldn't pry away from the Headmaster. He definitely didn't register as a dinural fae from his appearance, but where had he seen that man before?! Was it during his travels?! Just... WHERE?!

Malleus in turn gave Lilia a light tap on his shoulder.

"Are you fairing well, Lilia?" He whispered.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel like I've seen the headmage before. Though, drat! I don't remember where?"

"It could've been someone you encountered on your travels, but from the looks of it, he might be one of us. Though, I do wonder, why wear a mask?"

"Indeed. There's no doubt about it that he's a fae like us but still... Urgh... Dash it all! My memory's not serving me well in my age."

Soon enough, the headmage called.

"Malleus Draconia!"

A loud surge of whispers roared throughout the chamber as some boys looked on in shock and horror, while some were rendered flabbergasted at the sight of the crowned prince in front of them. He maintained a perfect posture, a calm demeanor, but admittedly, the whispers cut him deep like daggers made from cold-forged iron.

"Why's he even here when he's already in the top five?!"

"I feel like I should apologize just for looking at him!"

"He's so powerful it's so suffocating!"

"His appearance alone is enough to give anyone nightmares."

"Rest in peace to the current Housewarden of Diasomnia. You're doomed!"

One student (a lion beastman in particular) remained quiet but shot a disdainful glare at the young dragon. As if the man needed another reminder that he'll always be second best and the fact that the boy is the crowned prince of his country too!

But as soon as Malleus stepped up to the mirror, the mirror commanded,

"State your name."

"My name is Malleus Draconia."

"Malleus, the nature of your soul is... DIASOMNIA!"

One given the magestone for his pen, he made his way back to his seat beside Lilia.

Though, with one good look at the boy, the old bat fae could tell that the whispers were troubling the young dragon. It may have been against what those old bastards in the Senate would've wanted, but he wrapped the boy's hand in his and gently rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

"Don't let it get to you, Malleus." He said gently. "As sad as it is, humans often fear what they don't know but once they get to know you, they'll be dazzled for sure."

"You don't need to treat me like I'm still forty, Lilia." Malleus replied trying to keep a straight face. "After all, Grandmother thought it would be good for me that I try to get to know these children of man better. Although, I don't know if four years will be enough."

"You won't know unless you try my boy." Lilia giggled. "Besides, if you're going to try and maintain peace with them, why not start young? It won't be all bad though. Silver and Sebek will be joining us over the next two years we're here."

"Silver will be a welcome presence, but I worry about Sebek when he does arrive."

"He still has much of the world to see and has much to learn just like you and Silver. You three are growing children and an environment like this will be beneficial to you. True, it may not be traveling but it can help you sample the different cultures they come from."

Malleus gave the old bat a small smile.

"You make a fair point. This could help them too just as much as me. By the way, were you able to figure out where you've seen the Headmage?"

Lilia heaved a slight sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alas, I have not and it's bothering me!"

As the list of names whittled down, with the Headmage yelling such names as,

"Rook Hunt!"

And as a huge shock to everyone,

"Vil Schoenheit!"

Lilia couldn't help but comment saying he's seen a couple of his movies while out traveling. He really had grown so much compared to his days as a child actor but even then he was born to be a celebrity. For a human, one could say he embodied elegance.

As Crowley went down the list once more, he called,

"Idia Shroud!"

The timid boy with blue hair that acted like fire, Malleus at one point had heard of them through his old texts in the family's ancient library. They were born to a family with a bloodline curse of burning intense amounts of blot but as time passed and the family began dedicating their studies to blot research, it soon grew into the facility known as STYX.

He looked at Idia as he tried pulling his hood to hide his face while a cute little humanoid robot floated beside him as he urged his big brother to keep walking.

"Heh, a big Shroud and a little Shroud. How adorable."

"Ooh, knowing who that boy is related to, I know he's going to grow up to do great things."

"State your name." Said the mirror.

"I-Idia Shroud!"

"Idia, the nature of your soul is... IGNIHYDE!"

"No surprises there." Lilia whispered. "The Shrouds for many years have always had a knack for technomancy and engineering."

Further and further down the list the headmage went and boy was it getting long and boring! Yet still, Lilia couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Everything about him from the feathers, to the talon rings, just something seemed so eerily familiar but the more he got a good look at the plague doctor mask he wore, it was like someone quickly erased his memory before he found out too much.

Almost like... A childhood friend he knew once upon a time before he went missing. Not even to this day has it been confirmed that he passed.

He could recall a time when they snuck out of the castle, this cheeky little princess saw a bird trapped in a human's net and she wanted to give him a fright.

"Into a boy." She commanded.

The moment the raven began transforming into a human, his yellow eyes stared back at the princess once he threw the net off of him and he said to her,

"What have you done to my beautiful self?!"

"Would you rather be mauled by that human's dog?"

"No."

"I thought so."

All the while, Lilia was sent into a giggling fit.

But the merriment wasn't to last. Lilia was left all alone for so many years, ridiculed by the Senate, and with their son to look after. Something about those those yellow eyes hiding behind the mask just made it so familiar to him.

Soon enough,

"Lilia Vanrouge!"

Of course, he heard the whispers just like Malleus with the other boys saying,

"A girl? Since when did NRC go co-ed?"

"Gotta admit, she is pretty cute."

"Kufufu. Those boys don't know what they're in for." Lilia giggled quietly to himself.

But for some strange reason, the Headmaster couldn't help but get a good look at the small old man. He kept a straight face but even though he kept people at an arm's length, never revealing his face to anyone, the older boys could tell that the headmage was acting slightly off.

"State your name." Said the mirror.

"Lilia Vanrouge."

Hearing the boys' shocked expressions upon noticing the sound of his deep voice made it so hard for the little bat fae not to keel over from laughing.

"Lilia, the nature of your soul is... DIASOMNIA!"

No surprises there. Well, at least it'll make looking after Malleus easier. Still, although Lilia gave the headmage a sweet and charming smile, but behind the mask, Crowley was actively trying to play it cool.

With the ceremony coming to a close, before he made his way back to his office, Crewel stopped him for a minute asking where he was heading off to especially since Sam was so kind as to throw them a party to start off the new school year.

"I just need to take care of a few important documents, Professor Crewel. I'll be right back."

A ghost from the past he tried so DESPERATELY to forget and the boy he was with... It was like his days of old regrets were coming back to haunt him once more. Behind a pair of black curtains, hung a portrait of a woman with long jet-black hair and chartreuse eyes. Like the royal she was, she was fully decked out in the finest of jewels and silver resting on her shoulders as well as acting as a tiara hanging around her horns. However, the one curious thing about her portrait compared to the paintings around the school, hers had her mouth slashed.

The old headmaster held his head in his hands the more he looked at her. Even in death she still found a way to haunt him after so many years of trying to bury his past.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst fanfic #crowley is raverne theory #diasomnia #malleus draconia #twst lilia #dire crowley #lilia vanrouge #twst malleus #twst crowley

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bg-brainrot · 1 year ago

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To Be Known (Astarion x GN!Tav)

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: Astarion reads a book and wonders what it means to be known.

Tags: Astarion's POV, POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Comfort, Vampire Spawn Astarion, set in Act 3 but pre-Cazador, Astarion is Bad at Feelings,

A/N: Disclaimer up top: I'm not abandoning any of my other fic! Promise! Just trying to get over a tough month and get back into the swing of things :'D

Also, based on the quote: “To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is like being loved by God.” (disclaimer: I’m not religious, and I know this quote comes in a few different forms, but google told me about this version so I stuck to it.)

Word count: ~2.1k

“To be fully known and truly loved is as if you are loved by the gods,” Astarion reads aloud, to no one in particular.

A silence follows, wherein his mind repeats the words he’s just read, absorbing none of them. To be fully known and truly loved… The words don’t seem to stick.

Finally deciding that the sentence isn’t worth his effort, he tosses the book onto his bedroll with a groan. “What rubbish.”

Outside of this author's haughty approach to prose, Astarion doesn’t particularly care to think too deeply about what it means to be loved– especially by any godsforsaken deities.

He has only just come around to the idea of love, not that he’s said the word ‘love’ to you just yet. It felt too much, too heavy a word to carry considering all of the other burdens the two of you bore between you. But the idea of it? Well, he was warming up to it. And with every moment shared between you, he believes he may be warming up all the more.

But what does being known have to do with love? No, that concept has him pulling his brows together, getting up from his bedroll and putting distance between himself and the drivel that Gale had recommended to him.

That’s what I get for listening to the damned wizard’s tastes, he thinks, shaking his head slightly. Some philosophical prattle, just as verbose as he is.

But even as he stands, brushes himself off, shoves the book away to the furthest corner of his tent before he makes to leave, the question of being known never escapes him.

What does it even mean to be known? he wonders, now lost in thought as he emerges from his tent. How could anyone know me, after all I’ve been through… do I even know who I am anymore?

The idea hangs over him, trails him like a storm cloud as he begins stalking about the camp you’ve all set up in the outskirts of Rivington. He’s not sure where his feet are leading him other than away– away from the distasteful book, away from away from your knowing gaze, which would only pry his thoughts out of him.

Much to Astarion’s disappointment, the trail he takes doesn’t stop the winding path his thoughts have taken.

Have I ever been known? he wonders, vaguely registering the breeze in his hair and the distant sounds of running water as he travels further and further from camp.

Perhaps I was once upon a time, but I could hardly be expected to remember now, could I? The thought is bitter and unwelcome, though likely true. He brusquely swats a branch out of his way and continues into a bramble unrepentantly. Gods, how can he bring himself to care about something as trifling as nature when he’s quite busily lost in thought right now, thank-you-very-much.

Astarion releases a sigh as he finally fights his way into a copse of trees. Secluded, finally.

Alone.

With his thoughts.

Which won’t seem to quiet despite the soft chittering of small animals, nor the sickly sweet smell of flowers in the air.

Why are some pitiful poet’s ‘words of wisdom’ even bothering me? he thinks as he lowers himself onto the trunk of a fallen tree. What’s even the use in being known?

Astarion crosses his legs in front of him, watching with narrowed eyes as his boots press into the soft grass, crushing it easily. There is no use to being known, he decides as he presses harder with one foot and the grass is further flattened. To wish that is…

His foot twists down even more firmly.

Pathetic, Astarion thinks, lifting his boot back up to see his handiwork. The grass lies flat, thoroughly smashed by him. This world is simply about being the one who tramples, and not the one being trampled.

That thought oddly comforts him. He knows the push and pull of power well enough– this dynamic is second nature to him. Like an old, threadbare blanket, it wraps around his shoulders, providing no warmth, but plenty of familiar reassurance.

It’s moments later that the blanket is wrenched from him and he’s laid bare once more, under the startling sunlight of your attention.

“Astarion?”

Your voice pierces through his thoughts, and his instinctual answering emotions are new to him. Surprise. Elation. Relief.

The vampire had been utterly unprepared to hear your voice, convinced he’d found a spot away from you all. Convinced that you wouldn’t be here with your thoughtful gaze– not now, while he’s still busy sorting through a myriad of questions. But he still can’t deny the way he welcomes your presence.

He suspects that your perceptive gaze can easily catch that, despite the way his shoulder’s tense and the way his head turns away, his ears still tilt back toward you, ready for your next words.

“Astarion, there you are,” you say. He hears the same emotions he feels in your voice. How odd it feels to be mirrored by you. He can’t deny enjoying that either. “What’s the matter? When I couldn’t find you around camp, I thought the worst might have happened."

The man scoffs, trying his best to sound unaffected by your sudden arrival, refusing to meet your inquiring gaze. “And what, pray tell, did you assume could have happened?”

“We’re practically at the Gate, Astarion. Anything could have happened. Need I remind you what happened to Dribbles?” you respond, voice tight with worry.

Ah yes. The dead clown. “It will take more than a shapeshifter to take me out, darling,” he retorts, still refusing to turn toward you, now dutifully inspecting his nails.

You let out a small huff of disapproval. “And what about Cazador?”

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Astarion replies, though the thought of being caught unawares by Cazador bristles at him. If he did get caught, it would be entirely Gale’s fault for lending him that book… He shakes his head of white curls and continues, “Besides, I barely got more than a few dozen yards away before you came chasing after me. I could hardly be in any real danger.”

When you sigh, he finally turns to face you. The expression you give him then isn’t frustration, nor anger– it’s an unusual mixture of worry and… joy? “I couldn’t help but chase. Would it be pathetic to say that I miss you when you’re gone for too long?” you respond.

He’s not sure he has an answer to that.

Especially when he feels pathetic for how light his undead heart feels at the statement.

Astarion drops his head, avoiding your gaze, and hoping you don’t catch the startled happiness on his face.

When it’s clear he doesn’t have a response for you, you change the subject as you close the distance between you, “So, what brought you out here?”

“Nothing,” he replies, too easily. You know it’s a lie. He knows that you know it.

“Nothing, eh?” you ask, finding a seat next to him on the fallen tree. “What about that nothing has you running into the woods?”

“I was not running,” he defends, with a click of his tongue. “I was taking a brisk stroll.”

“Fine then,” you relent, elbowing his arm gently. “What about it led to a ‘brisk stroll’?”

There’s no use hiding from them, is there? he thinks, leaning back on the trunk. “I’ll tell you,” he begins, staring out into a bush. “But only if you answer a question for me.”

“Anything,” you say, and he can feel your shrug on his arm.

“Who am I, really?”

You still. Astarion had expected no less. After all, it’s not an easy question to answer– even for him. He’s putting quite a lot of undue pressure onto you with the question, it’s selfish really… but he can’t help but want to be selfish around you.

So he lets the question settle into the silence.

When you finally speak, your voice is crisp in the muted sounds of the clearing. “Promise you won’t care for me any less after I answer you?”

Astarion snaps his head back at you, his mouth turning down in a frown. “Well that depends, my dear. What are you planning to say?”

“Promise?” you press.

As if he could care any less for you– he would have done so already if he could. “I promise,” he murmurs reluctantly. “Now, please, the suspense is really too much.”

“You are Astarion,” you start, reaching out for his hand. He cautiously places his in yours, unable to hide the twitch of a smile as your warm fingers lock with his. “You’re a beautiful, elven vampire, with silver hair, and red eyes. You’re talented, witty, and…”

Your voice trails off, and Astarion can’t help but wonder why you’d been so hesitant to answer. So far, he is loving this answer.

“And you’re an absolute arse at times.”

“Excuse me?” he gasps, moving to pull his hand out of yours.

You don’t release it, but you do continue, “You laugh at the misfortune of others, you steal, you lie, you cheat at games, you can be incredibly selfish.”

“Darling, are we certain you care about me after all this?” he grumbles, giving up on fighting your grip on him as your words wash over him. He knows all of this, of course, has been entirely unashamed of it all before… but it feels different when you say it. When you lay it out plainly before him.

“Yes,” you answer quickly, tugging on his hand gently. “Because all of that makes you you. And, personally, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

He blinks at you, confused on how you arrived at this conclusion.

“You are so unabashedly you, love. And I adore that. I know it might not feel like it after all you’ve been through… but you are still yourself. No one has been able to take that from you.”

Now Astarion stares at your intertwined hands, wondering if he deserves such impassioned, absurd words said in his defense. His voice comes quietly when he asks his next questions, “And how do I know that’s who I have always been? Who I was meant to be?”

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a soft, warm kiss before you continue, “Astarion, I don’t know what might have bothered you, but I want you to know that, no matter what it was, you’re amazing as the man you are. Whoever you were, whoever you think you were meant to be, you should be proud of who you are now. And… once we deal with Cazador, I hope you have the chance to rediscover that man.”

Astarion hadn’t meant this to be some kind of journey of self-discovery– really, he’d only been irked by the needless philosophy of the book Gale had lent him. But, hearing you say those words, it feels as if some weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

Worry, he realizes. Of losing who he was, of course, but also of being utterly, desolately unknown. Naturally he needn’t have worried because here you are, ready and willing to understand him. To accept and care for him, even while knowing him, flaws and all.

Maybe being known wasn’t such a burden. Not if it were by you.

“Yes, well,” he begins, suddenly unsure what to say to your earnest words. “Thank you for that, I think. Though, really, I could have done without all of the barbs. It feels like I've been struck by psychic damage.” Astarion gives a dramatic head loll, averting his flustered face.

You laugh and squeeze his hand. “Well, it’s a good thing I have no clue how to deal psychic damage, but I’ll be sure to get Gale right over if you need a good jostle to the brain.”

Gale’s done enough of that, Astarion thinks. But he doesn’t say so to you. Instead, the man simply shakes his head. “I’m quite alright. Speaking of the rest of those fools, they’ve likely begun to burn the camp down without us. Shall we head back?”

While the trek to the clearing had been filled with spiraling thoughts and matters of the self, Astarion finds that the journey back is filled with far more soft touches and kisses– Not that he minds.

In fact, he thinks with a smile, as you both walk together, practically falling into each others’ arms. Maybe this was who I was meant to be all along.

That night, once he’s settled back into his tent for bed, Astarion reads the passage once more, “To be fully known and truly loved is as if you are loved by the gods.”

Astarion is certainly no closer to believing in the gods’ willingness or ability to love him, but he could hardly care. No, he suspects that he knows what a god’s love is– after all, if you truly love him, fangs, scars, and all… well, that may very well be divine.

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usergif · 2 years ago

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HOW TO: Cross-Fade Multiple Gifs

Hi! In this tutorial, I'm going to go over how I typically do a fade transition that works with Video Timeline. Disclaimer: This tutorial assumes you have a basic understanding of gif-making in Photoshop and requires the use of keyframes.

Before I start, if you're wondering "why don't you just use the cross fade tool on the Timeline?" — this thing:

It doesn't work for me 🤷🏻‍♀️ Something happens when converting from Video Timeline back to Frame Animation (the converting everything into a smart object step) that completely negates the cross fade whenever I use it. I'm not sure why, but this is why I do fade transitions the way I'm about to explain.

PHASE 1: THE GIFS

1.1 – Determine how many frames you need. There are 3 things to remember here: 1) Ideally, each gif section should have the same amount of frames, so the transitions feel evenly spaced. 2) The gif's dimensions and total number of frames affect file size. Your final exported gif needs to be under 10MB (Tumblr's limit), so you should consider the total number of frames in relation to the size of your gif. My example gif is 540x540px and 60 frames total; final file size = 7.8MB. 3) Add 4 extra frames to each section to account for the cross-faded portion. (The reason I chose 4 specifically is because Video Timeline works in 0.03-second intervals. The typical duration of my fade transitions is 0.06 seconds — which, when converted back to frames, is 4 frames.) I knew 60 total frames would be a safe bet for a gif this size. Since I had 3 gif sections, each would be 20 frames. I added 4 additional frames, making each one 24 frames (before removing duplicates in the exporting process, which will be explained in Phase 3). You can make your transitions longer than 0.06, but I recommend keeping it to intervals of 0.03 due to the way Timeline works. Every 0.03 seconds = 2 frames, so use this when deciding how many extra frames you'll need.

1.2 – Import frames, crop, and resize. Do this as you normally would! If you need a tutorial for the basics, here's my tutorial. :)

1.3 – Move all gifs onto one document/canvas. Right-click the gif layer and select "Duplicate Layer:"

Then choose the appropriate document from the dropdown list:

Do this for each gif section so you can work on one document for the rest of the process.

1.4 – Put each gif into its own group. Select each layer and use the shortcut Command+G or right-click and select "Group from Layers." In Phase 2, we'll be putting the opacity keyframes on the groups instead of the individual layers.

1.5 – Arrange each gif's group on the Timeline. At the end of Gif 1, move backwards 6 times. Move the starting point of Gif 2 to this spot. At the end of Gif 2, move back 6 times and make this Gif 3's starting point. Here's how my gifs look arranged on the Timeline, animated so you can see the 6-space distance:

We'll be adding keyframes to these overlapping sections in Phase 2.

1.6 – Set up the last transition. At the very beginning of the Timeline, hit the forward button 6 times and click the scissors to divide the clip. Move the starting point of your gif to the newly trimmed beginning as shown below:

Then, move the original beginning chunk of Gif 1 — that tiny 0.06-second clip — to the end of the timeline above the rest of your layers, aligning its end with the end of Gif 3. Put it in a group like you did in Step 1.4:

Note: This screenshot shows my final workspace with the coloring layers in groups and the keyframes already placed.

1.7 – Color your gifs. Do this however you want, just keep all your adjustment layers and any other effects within their respective groups:

Duplicate the adjustment layers from Gif 1 and move them into the folder Gif 1 - Beginning (where your tiny 0.06-second clip is). Be sure the adjustment layers line up with the rest of the group so those adjustments don't affect your other gifs! You may want to trim the adjustment layers to match the duration of the clip or just move them so they start at the same spot as that clip.

PHASE 2: THE KEYFRAMES

2.1 – Place a 100% and 0% keyframe at the beginning of each gif's group. Drag the playhead (red vertical line) to the end of Gif 1. Expand the Gif 2 group to reveal the opacity keyframes on the left side of the Timeline panel, then place a keyframe by clicking the icon that looks like a stopwatch. This opacity keyframe is at 100% by default; leave it like that. Drag the playhead to the beginning of Gif 2 and drop another keyframe. While that new keyframe is highlighted yellow, go to the layers panel, make sure Gif 2's group is selected, and reduce the opacity to 0%.

Repeat these steps for each gif's beginning, including the tiny chunk we moved to the end! Here's a gif to show the process:

(Btw, if you click this gif, it should expand to full size so you can get a better look! I made it 1080px.)

PHASE 3: THE DUPLICATES

3.1 – Convert back to Frame Animation. If you're not sure how to do this, I've written out the steps here. But I recommend using an action in your general gif-making process to make this step a lot faster. The one I use is linked in my tutorial which I linked earlier!

3.2 – Delete duplicate frames. Remember, at the beginning I set out to make my final gif 60 frames total. With the keyframe animations, I now have 66 frames:

Palpatine's number 👎 Anyway, that means I have 6 duplicate frames. This is what the gif looks like without removing these duplicates:

Watch closely during the transitions; there's a tiny lag. It doesn't look smooth to me. It's the clones!! Here's why we have these duplicates:

For every 0.03-second long keyframe animation, you'll get 1 duplicate frame. Unfortunately, that's just how Video Timeline works with any kind of animated keyframe. Since our fade transition is 0.06 seconds, we have to get rid of 2 duplicate frames per transition section (2 x 3 transitions sections = 6 total duplicates. Ew, math!).

There's not really a way to avoid this step that I know of, but it's not a big deal in the long run. You just have to look at each transition section, eyeball the duplicate frames yourself, and delete them. It's usually the first frame where the fade starts and then two frames after that. I already deleted the duplicates from the first two transition sections, so here's how it's done for the last transition:

Side note: I set up keyboard shortcuts so I can quickly move forward and backward by one frame and delete frames. You can do this by going to Edit > Keyboard Shortcuts and editing these:

And now I have 60 frames like I originally said I would!

If you want the transition sections to be quicker, you can even decrease the frame delay for the 3 transition frames only — 0.03 or 0.04 might be up to your speed 🥁 but I don't usually do this since I'm fine with the way it looks already.

3.3 – Export. That's it!

I hope this tutorial is helpful. As always, if you have a specific question about this tutorial, feel free to send us an ask!

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pinguwrites · 2 years ago

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You Set My Soul Alight | Jonathan Crane

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x villain!reader

Summary -> You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. He's an arrogant asshole and you're a sarcastic shit, and no matter what you always find a way to bump heads. The worst part about it is that deep down you find him brilliant and attractive and utterly intoxicating. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), enemies with feelings, sub!Jon acting like a brat, swearing, dom!reader, degradation kink, ma'am kink, unprotected sex, edging, hair pulling, ball slapping, slapping in general, if you squint real hard Jonathan's lowkey a little sexist, bruce wayne is a playboy, reader's kinda a simp

Word count: 5k

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight trilogy/DC characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Jonathan Crane glared at you, his piercing blue eyes filled with a layer of contempt and almost embarrassment like he was regretting this entire endeavor. It was delightful, seeing him in this state, and you made sure to enjoy every second of it — the way his cheeks were tinting a light pink, his muscles tensed up and his tone coming out a desperate yet still arrogant plea. Moments like these were rare, and you were ready to savor and drag them out every chance you got.

“I need your help,” he repeated, his tone distasteful like he was swallowing a bitter pill. “I told you, I need more money for my experiments, but I can’t do it without any funding. Wayne Enterprises is hosting a gala next week. All the richest of the city will be there and all of them are looking to donate. Charity, science, whatever will make them look good. I know you’re going, so I’m asking — as polite as I can be — please, get me an invite.”

You tilted your head to the side, eyes trailing off to look at some random painting on the wall. You briefly wondered how he got past your home security, but after a few seconds, you focused your attention back on him. “Sorry, what did you say? Can you repeat that?” you said with a slight grin.

Jonathan pursed his lips. “Don’t be clever with me.” But then he shakes his head and lets his serious facade go. “We both know you have the connections to score another invite . . . Please, my darling.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, the way it always did when he called you that. You wondered if he knew just how much you enjoyed it.

“I like it when you beg, it’s always been a good look on you.”

Jonathan smiles. A mock smile.

“Well, it’s true. No point in getting all upset.” You shrug, heading over to your kitchen to get some iced coffee for the both of you. “Tell me, why should I help you? Why should I help the man who has made it his mission to offend me every time we speak?”

You may have been a little unfair in saying that. Sure, he was a brat, but so were you. In fact, ever since you two met you had always been at each other’s throats, demeaning one another, insulting everything from intellect to personality to looks. You doubt your paths would have ever crossed had it not been for your good friend Harley, who introduced you both one fateful summer evening.

You don’t know what went wrong that day. Maybe it was the weather, the exceptionally hot wind that only frequented Gotham once every couple of years, the ones that made the city cranky and sweaty, or perhaps it was simply a bad first impression, the ones that just happened every once in a while. It had happened far too long ago to remember what it was that made you dislike Jonathan so much in the first place, and you were sure it didn’t matter. According to everyone who knew him, he had always been an ass, but he was good company once you got to know him.

Maybe he was. You wanted to figure that out, to peel away the layers of armor. You could be friends, lovers even. He could be yours. Yours to do whatever you wanted with. Yours to put in place, because god knows he needed it.

You weren’t sure when you started to think like this. To grow an obsession, but you did, and you couldn’t stop your feelings now. You didn’t want to stop. Loving Jonathan was too addictive, no matter how much he pretended to hate you — because you knew he didn’t actually hate you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stop in once every while, under the pretense of snarky put-downs or brags. He wouldn’t graze his fingers with yours when walking by, and he wouldn’t ask your friends (namely Harley) what you did, what you liked, and what you talked about.

“Because deep down,” Jonathan answered, following you into the kitchen, “you know I’m brilliant, and you know I deserve your help.” He accepted the coffee, taking a small sip before continuing, “But you’re too prideful to admit it.”

“Maybe I am, but that’s not a good reason. Deserve isn’t enough, Crane. At least not for me. I know you can do better than this, convince me. That mouth must be good for something.”

Jonathan paused, his tongue briefly sweeping over his lower lip, making it glisten in the light of the lamp. You weren’t sure if the brief silence was because he got flustered, or he was just thinking. “Then do it because you want to,” he finally said. “Because you know my research is important and you care for it, enough to do me this one simple favor.”

“I don’t know . . .” you trailed off in a teasing tone.

It seemed like Jonathan was getting annoyed again. “My dear, won’t you help me?”

“I’m still thinking.”

He groaned. “Pretty please?”

You let out a little sigh, barely audible. “I will. For you.”

That last part had intended to come off as flirtatious and pretentious, but instead, it was soft and delicate, so vulnerable it took you off guard.

“Thank you,” he said, setting his glass down. He had finished all of the coffee, quickly enough so that there were still ice cubes lying on the bottom of the glass. “I’ll pick you up, around four. Who knows, maybe we’ll even have some fun.”

And that was it. He left through your front door without saying anything else, leaving you with thoughts of the gala and what dress you were going to wear.

That next week you had settled on one and bought yourself a burgundy dress, a beautiful shade of red, one like expensive wine or fresh blood, a color that you knew looked good on you. It was a deep cut that went through the valley of your breasts, but if you pressed your arms inwards just slightly, which you fully intended to do, they would push up. It was a look classy enough for a gala, but still seductive enough to garner attention.

Originally, you weren’t going to attend the function at all. This kind of stuff had always been boring for you, even as a child who was forced to go, but if Jonathan was going on your behalf then you sorta had to and definitely wanted to.

A ring sounded through your house. He was here.

You opened the door and took a deep breath once you saw Jonathan. He was dressed in a neat suit, but not like the suit he was wearing when you last saw him. This one was charcoal black, silky, and smooth, with a white handkerchief in his outer breast pocket. His shoes were the same color and looked like they had just been shined, and in his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

“For you,” he said, placing them in your hands. His eyes swept over your figure, and his mouth parted for a moment. “It matches.” You huffed, secretly flattered. “But it’s such a shame.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.”

You blinked, and then tossed the flowers to the side, letting them fall into a patch of dirt (you were definitely going to pick them up later). “Like you’re such a piece of work.”

“I am,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Men and women love me.”

Despite how attractive you found him, you really didn’t believe that. You were sure his attitude warded most people off, and besides, he was an introvert and a criminal. Dating wasn’t just something people like him did often.

“We’ll see. This gala will be filled with attractive young bachelors. Get one interested in you and I’ll admit you're handsome,” you challenged.

“Admit?” He laughed, a beautiful laugh. “Admit implies that you already find me handsome, you just don’t want to confess so.”

This man needed to be slapped. He needed to be given a good, hard hit across the face.

“You know what? I feel like being alone tonight. I think I’ll just go to the gala without you.”

You were about to close the door, intending to head to your garage, but Jonathan grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside, shutting the door behind you.

“No takebacks. You promised. Where’s your honor?”

“Honor?” You scoffed. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?”

Jonathan must have really thought that you were going to leave because he gripped your wrist tighter. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I’ll be good tonight.” He placed his index finger to his thumb with his free hand and made a zipping motion across his lips. “See?”

“You better be. I’m doing you a favor here. Now, come inside, we’ll take my car—”

“I have a car,” Jonathan said. “I even got us a driver.”

You took a peek over his shoulders. Sure enough, there was a fancy car waiting in the driveway, engine still on. It was difficult to see through the windows but you could make out the faint outline of a man in the driver’s seat.

“If you insist.”

He held out his arm for you to take, and while you did want to, you instead shoved it away. For a moment, you swore a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but it was gone too fast for you to be sure it was even there at all.

“Where’s my invite?” he asked.

“You don’t have one. You’re going as my plus one.”

“As your date?”

“It’s not a date. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy. What’s with all this complaining?”

“I’m not complaining, I was expressing my feelings. You should work on that. As a psychiatrist, I recommend—”

“—I recommend you shut the fuck up.”

Jonathan put his hands up, surrendering, but he did so beaming.

It hadn’t taken too long to get to the party. Traffic was high as always, but time seemed to be flowing faster than ever, despite you and Jonathan staying silent.

When you arrived there was a line of cars. Wayne Manor, a building you had only been to twice before, was still as impressive as you remember. It was a collection of elegant architecture and stonework, with a large wooden entrance that opened up to a main hall. The size of the driveway and front lawn was a bit unnecessary, at least to you, but what else could you expect from old money?

After getting out of the car you were greeted by cameras and reporters, lights flashing in your eyes, but you didn’t bother with them.

Jonathan reached out his hand, and this time you did take it — but only because everyone was watching, and if you pushed him away it would have caused an unnecessary scene. Jonathan’s driver drove the car away for parking and you both walked inside.

The inside was spacious, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and people dressed classy, with gloves and diamond earrings, all mingling and chatting with each other about the stock market or their annoying ex-spouse or how it was such a bother when their vacation to Switzerland had to be canceled because of work. There was a tray of snacks and waiters walking around with luxurious drinks, something you immediately took advantage of.

“Thank you, sir,” you said politely, taking a glass of champagne, but before you could take a sip someone called out your name.

You turned around to see Bruce Wayne himself waving over to you, a boyish charm about him. He had two women on his arms, models or prostitutes, or both, you couldn’t tell, but they were drop-dead gorgeous.

Your parents did business with him, and as a result, you met him at a young age. You were never really buddy best friends, but you went to the same school and that was enough for him to invite you to all his parties and greet you as though you were a family friend.

“You know Bruce Wayne?” Jonathan whispered, but before you could answer Bruce approached you both.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” he said. “This is Mila and Stephanie. Say hi ladies.” They giggled and waved as he gave the back of your hand a little kiss. “Gorgeous girl. You should wear these outfits more often, you truly look stunning.”

You let him put his arm around your waist, enjoying the compliment.

“Oh, no,” you said modestly. “It’s just a dress.”

Jonathan chuckles. “Ah, don’t be like that, my darling. You look exquisite.”

You all but glared at him. Now he said you looked nice.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Bruce removed his arm from around your waist and held it out to shake Jonathan’s hand.

“Dr. Jonathan Crane,” he responded, a little tense. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.”

“Jonathan’s actually doing some research into brain chemistry,” you said.

“Really? Tell me about it, Dr. Crane,” Bruce said, flashing a charming smile.

“I would,” Jonathan responded, turning to you, “but I don’t wanna bore my girl.”

“Your girl?” Bruce repeated, eyes glancing at you. “ You’re a lucky guy. Tell me how scored such a beauty like her?”

“Oh, it wasn’t that hard.” Jonathan reached around and put his hand on your shoulder. “She was practically falling all over me.”

That was true, but your jaw still clenched. “He likes to exaggerate,” you told Bruce with a little laugh.

“Well, if you ever want to change things up a little, I’m right here.” Bruce winked comically, leaving with his girls.

You could tell Bruce wasn’t joking. It sounded like a serious offer, only told in a joking format so as to not rile Jonathan up, as he was under the impression Jonathan was your actual boyfriend.

“You’re a jealous mongrel,” you told Jonathan once Bruce was out of sight. You both walked over to a more secluded corner. “Can’t imagine the idea of having to share, huh? Had to go and make up stories?”

Jonathan scowled. “He was shameless around you. Be grateful I warded him off,” he said arrogantly. “And it’s not like you guys would have worked out. With what your hobby and all.”

You didn’t say anything. Jonathan was jealous, huh? You know felt a sudden urge to go after Bruce, get a little drunk, and follow him back to his room. It’s not like he wasn’t handsome, he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. And you did like him. He was funny and nice. Plus, you two had known each other for a long while. What a fun trope, especially if it was making Jonathan mad.

“A good fuck needs to work out only for the night.” You shrugged.

“You—you can’t,” Jonathan sputtered out. “You’re here with me, not him.”

“I don’t see the problem. I got you in the door and now you don’t need me anymore. What’s wrong if I have some fun?”

“You can’t.”

You waved him off, though you were enjoying the way he was pouting.

“Brat,” you muttered under your breath.

“I’m not a brat.” He gave a dry chuckle. “Excuse me for wanting to spend the night with you.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” You grinned devilishly. “Act like you want nothing more than to be here.”

Jonathan’s breathing hitched. Yours did too.

“You want it?”

“Don’t be scared.”

After you said that he didn’t hesitate to lean forward to give you a hard kiss, bringing his hand around the back of your head to push you both even closer together. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, like that,” you breathed out.

“I can give you more,” he whispered in your ear, his breath almost ticklish. “I know you want it. Been fantasizing about me all this time, hmm?”

You smiled coyly.

“For me to bend you over like the whore you are—”

“—Careful, Crane. I might just have to slap you.”

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. Fucking say it—”

You took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone was looking, which they thankfully weren’t, and then gave Jonathan a quick, harsh slap to the face.

The force of it made his neck turn, and his cheeks immediately turned red. He stayed silent for a moment, looking up at you through thick eyelashes, eyes narrowed in lust. It was all the conformation you needed to grab his chin, lift his face up, and give him another slap.

Before you could say anything else he pressed his lips up against you again, pressing you up against the wall passionately.

You backed away, and he furrowed his eyebrows, but all you did was grab his hand, feeling a frenzy of desire take over you. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him through the sea of people and out a backdoor. There were a couple of people walking around in the garden, but you managed to find a place secluded enough for you and Jonathan. The ground was grassy and soft, and no one was walking by. Even if they did, they’d have to be purposefully looking for you two to see you both behind the trees and flowers.

“Lay down,” you ordered.

He grinned but did as you asked. “Here? Outside? You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Do you wanna wait until we get home?”

“No,” he said, a little too eagerly. “I want it now.” He sat up and tugged on your dress, running his hand up your leg. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, planting a few wet kisses on your thigh.

You sighed contently, enjoying the affection he was giving you. This moment felt like a haze, like the world was just slipping by and you were stuck in time, a feeling that made you wonder if this was a dream or not. The evening sunset and dark sky weren’t helping either. It all felt perfect, too perfect.

“Mmm.” Jonathan reached up and hooked his fingers into your underwear. You snapped out of your trance and swatted his hand away.

“Getting a little touchy there, aren’t you?”

He smirked, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. “Just tryna please you, darling.”

You thought for a moment, then decided that you would let him eat you out.

“Alright then. Please me, Dr. Crane.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the name, savoring the way it rolled so delicately off your tongue. He lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties. You kicked them off to the side and rested your dominant leg on his shoulder.

He pushed his finger against your folds, making a humming sound. “You’re so wet, darling.”

He leaned forward to suck on your clit roughly.

You lightly gasped at the pleasant sensation, bucking your hips into his face accidentally. You had meant to show more control, but how could you when Jonathan was so hungrily lapping? burying his face into your pussy like he was starved, passionately alternating between licking and sucking.

“Oh, Jonathan.”

His fingers, which had been gripping your hips, moved upward. As he continued to press his tongue against your clit his finger gently prodded your entrance, making sure that you were ready. He pushed his finger, curling it slightly.

You stifled your moans, not wanting a passerby to catch you two in the act, but you were finding it difficult. He kept thrusting his finger in and out of you, adding another one just a minute later.

You threw your head back, eyes shut. You held his head for balance and relaxed, letting yourself go into a peaceful bliss. But then you felt Jonathan’s teeth nip your bud, biting into it deliberately, and you yelped.

Gripping his hair, you forced him to look at you. His mouth and nose were covered in your wetness, and his lips were curving up into a delightful smile.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Mmm, I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.”

Instead of reprimanding him, you took the selfish route and pushed his face in between your legs, grinding onto his lips until you felt that familiar sense of elated happiness. You came all over him, your brain shutting off, or rather, getting overloaded at that euphoric, all-consuming release.

You let go of Jonathan’s hair, but he didn’t pull away. He licked up your cum, making your nerves feel overstimulated, but after he was satisfied, he stopped.

“You like that?” he asked.

“F-fuck, yeah.”

You grabbed your panties and put them back on, much to Jonathan’s dismay.

“Where are you going?” He got up, using his sleeve to wipe off the remaining juices on his face. You could see a tent, his cock poking out from under his pants.

“Home, of course. And you’re coming with me.”

He shook his head vehemently, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his hard cock against your body. “Let’s finish this here. I can’t wait any longer. Don’t make me wait.”

“If you’re a good boy, you’ll wait.”

“I can’t,” he bitched desperately, hurriedly pulling down his pants. “I won’t. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

You grabbed his cock through the fabric, squeezing it tight in his hands.

His face contorted to one of pleasure and pain. “Huh!”

“You think you can just get what you want? After you’ve such a dick? Oh, ‘she was practically falling all over me’. ‘Such a pretty little dress wasted on such an ugly little thing.’”

“C’mon, I didn’t mean it! You looked so beautiful, I was just trying to make you mad. Be nice . . . Pleaseee?”

You gripped it tighter and he whimpered. “See how pathetic you get the moment I show an ounce of authority? How you start to beg? If I say something you do it. Do you understand?” He didn’t say anything, his lips still parted in pain. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes!” he choked out.

You let go. “Good boy. Now go call your driver and ask him to pick us up ‘round back. Unless you want everyone to see your erection?”

You gestured to the front of the manor, where through the bushes you could still see people enjoying the party.

“No, no.” He called his driver, trying his best to cover his erection by interlocking his hands in front of his waist. “You’re a cruel goddess.”

While you two waited for the driver, you peppered sweet kisses along Jonathan’s neck, but when he arrived, you stopped, making him groan at the loss.

Throughout the drive back to your place, you ghosted your fingers over Jonathan’s lap, occasionally resting your hand on his length. Once the driver dropped you both off, you wasted no time in pushing him to your room.

He took off his clothes as did you, his white cock springing up furiously. It was just the right size, bigger and longer than average, almost so that you worried about having to fit it inside you.

His figure was lanky, but still muscled, just the way you thought it would be. You placed your fingers on his chest, twisting his nipples. He shuddered and took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. You shoved him down on your bed and he immediately spread his legs, giving you perfect access.

“Want me to suck you off, Jon?”

“Yes!” he said impatiently. “Just do it.”

You spanked his balls with your hand, carefully watching the way they bounced ever so slightly.

“Nghh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it whenever you feel like.”

Despite his words, you could see him waiting anxiously for you to touch him.

You did so, kissing the tip of his head and running your tongue through the slit, tasting the salty precum he was leaking. He hissed when you took his entire length. “Ah.”

You gripped your thumb so you wouldn’t gag and took him in all the way, hollowing out your cheeks. He thrusted up, deepthroating you for a hot second before he placed his hips firmly against the bed, not wanting to do anything that would upset you.

“So—so warm,” he stuttered out. “Can’t wait to feel your cunt, if your mouth is this fucking good.”

You would have said something, but your mouth was filled, busy bobbing up and down. He squirmed and moaned, shamelessly being as loud as he could. You could feel yourself getting wet again, but you controlled your urges for the sake of Jonathan.

He brushed your hair out of the way, scrunching up his face. “M’gonna — hnghhh — m’gonna come!”

That was when you pulled off of him.

It took a moment for him to realize what you were doing, but when he did, he wasted no time in complaining.

“No,” he mewled, tearing up. “I’ve been such a good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Have you?” You giggled.

“I need you, I need this,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you so bad — that’s why I came to you, that’s why I came to you and no one else. I didn’t even need the sponsors that bad, I just wanted to see you. I . . . I’m in agony,” he continued dramatically.

“That’s sad.”

More tears ran down his cheek at your nonchalant words. He sniffled. “Please, stop that and just make me come!”

“Okay. I think you deserve it.”

But instead of putting your mouth back on him, you sunk onto his cock, slowly at first, so your pussy could get used to the size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jonathan cursed, placing one of his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. His other hand went up to play with your breasts, cupping and kneading them like they were pieces of dough.

You started bouncing, a string of incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth. Jonathan sat up and wrapped you in his arms, kissing down your neck as you moved.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, clenching around his cock. “I s-should have done this sooner.”

“Should’ve,” Jonathan agreed. “But — ah — we can always do this more often, yeah?”

Too blissed out to respond with words, you just nodded your head, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

It didn’t take long for both of you to come after that. His hot load spurted inside of you and you came again, but this time on his cock.

He collapsed, exhausted from the sensations.

You slowly got up, letting out a little wince as you felt his length leave you. You cuddled up beside him, caressing his cheek, wrapping you both in the blanket. He looked a little tired, and you didn’t blame him. So were you.

“You set my soul alight,” he said softly. “You always have.”

You wanted to ask him how deep his feelings ran, if this was just sex, or if it was something more, but when he fell asleep on your breast, you dropped the idea. He trusted you enough to let his guard down around you, and for now, that was more than enough.

The rest of the night was spent holding each other in your arms as you slept. When you woke up in the morning, he was still there, snoring softly like he was a peaceful angel.

You pulled him closer to you. “I’m never letting you go,” you murmured darkly. “Never.”

#Jonathan Crane #Jonathan Crane x reader #Jonathan Crane x y/n #Jonathan Crane x you #the dark knight trilogy #fanfiction #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x y/n #scarecrow x you #cillian murphy #pinguwrites

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kaylaacutiepie · 7 months ago

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i. Love in the Laundrymat (dohwa x reader)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this one-shot. All characters belong to kkokkalee, the talented creator of the manhwa Operation: True Love.

This story may not meet your expectations, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. If you have any requests or suggestions, please feel free to leave a comment below!

Dohwa never thought much about his job at the laundrymat. It was just a way to earn some extra money while he focused on his studies. But everything changed the day he noticed Y/N. She was a regular customer, always coming in on Saturdays with a smile that could light up the room.

'Who is she?' Dohwa wondered every time he saw her. There was something about Y/N that drew him in, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

One Saturday, as he struggled with a heavy basket, Y/N rushed over to help him. Their hands brushed, and Dohwa felt a jolt of electricity. He looked up and met her eyes, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Thank you," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"No problem," Y/N replied, her own cheeks tinged with pink. "I come here every Saturday, so if you ever need help, just let me know."

'She's so kind,' Dohwa thought, watching her walk away. 'Maybe a fangirl or something.'

Weeks passed, and Dohwa found himself looking forward to Saturdays more than ever. Y/N's presence made his shifts at the laundromat enjoyable. But one day, everything changed. He was hanging out with Su Ae, a friend he had a crush on, when he noticed Y/N watching them from a distance. Her expression was unreadable, but Dohwa felt a pang of guilt.

'Does she think there's something between me and Su Ae?' he wondered. He didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as Su Ae soon made it clear that she didn't see him that way.

From that day on, Y/N began to distance herself from him. She still came to the laundromat, but their conversations were brief and awkward. Dohwa noticed the change but assumed Y/N was just having a bad day.

'Maybe she's going through something,' he thought, deciding not to press her about it.

One rainy Saturday, Dohwa sat alone in the laundromat, feeling the weight of Su Ae's rejection. He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept drifting back to Y/N. Suddenly, she was there, her presence like a ray of sunshine on a gloomy day.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked gently.

Dohwa looked up, his eyes red from crying. "Su Ae rejected me," he confessed, his voice breaking.

Y/N's expression softened, and she sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Dohwa. But it's going to be okay. You're an amazing person, and you'll find someone who sees that."

'Why does she care so much?' Dohwa wondered, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Thank you, Y/N. You always know how to make me feel better."

As the weeks went by, Dohwa and Y/N grew closer. He found himself looking forward to their conversations and the way she made him feel understood. One evening, as they walked home from the laundromat, Dohwa stopped and turned to Y/N.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

Y/N's eyes widened with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I've realized that I've been blind to what's been in front of me all along," Dohwa said, taking her hands in his. "Y/N, I have feelings for you. You've always been there for me, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with joy. "Dohwa, I feel the same way. I've liked you for so long."

Dohwa smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug. "I'm so glad to hear that."

From that day on, Dohwa and Y/N's relationship blossomed. Dohwa made sure to show Y/N how much he cared. He would surprise her with her favorite snacks, leave sweet notes in her laundry basket, and always make sure she felt loved and appreciated.

'She's the best thing that's ever happened to me', Dohwa thought one day as they sat in the park. He looked at Y/N with a tender smile. "You know, Y/N, I never thought I'd find someone as amazing as you. Thank you for being my rock."

Y/N blushed and leaned her head on his shoulder. "And thank you for being mine, Dohwa."

#operation true love x reader #dohwa x reader #operation true love #baek dohwa #shim suae #sweet #fluff #oneshot #baek dohwa x reader

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pedriache · 7 months ago

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Silver lining — Florian Wirtz.

Pairing: Florian Wirtz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d locked yourself out of your apartment, your phone was dead, nobody was home, so your only option was to ask your new neighbor for help. Even though that small inconvenience sucked, you were about to be eternally grateful.

Word count: 1.2k

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF! FLUFF! also reader being a little paranoid cuz stranger danger but not really iykwim.

A/N: This plot literally came to my head right before i was about to take a nap so i put it in my notes so i could write later and i’m sooooo. guys. guys this may be my favorite plot.

There was no way this was happening to you. There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now! You gripped your purse a little tighter, kneeling to the floor so you could spread it out further. You checked every pocket, every crevice, and they were nowhere to be seen.

You had forgotten your keys at your sister’s house, or in her car, or— You mind was spinning, trying to place exactly where you’d had them last.

Then your brain lit up, you needed to call your sister. She’d bring them over! Grabbing your phone, you tap the screen, but it doesn’t turn on. Your face scrunches as you tappen it rapidly, clicking the side button too. That’s when you’re met with the red battery sign. Great. Your phone was dead, too.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your things and shove them into your purse. You only had one option right now and that was to ask one of your neighbors to borrow their phone.

Not your favorite idea, but the only one that you had at that moment.

Standing up from the ground, you glance around the hallway. Five options. The old married couple at the end who always gave you the creeps, a girl named Julia, who was probably too busy working… the options went on until you landed on the door right across from yours.

The new guy. You’d never talked to him, never seen him, just heard of him from Julia, who was a gossiper through and through.

Red flags flew across your mind as you took timid steps closer. Stranger danger. But, at the end of the day, you weren’t that scared. You always took risks, so there was no reason to be nervous. All you needed was his phone, and that’s it!

Bringing your fist up to the door, you knock. One… Two… Three… “I’m coming! Hold on!” A man’s voice shouts from the other side, not rude or anything, just assuring you he was going to open it soon.

You take a small step away from the door when you hear the lock clicking open and the doorknob turning. It swings open to reveal a confused man, his bleached hair damp as if he’d just showered. Your theories are confirmed when you see water stains on his gray shirt.

Swallowing thickly, you raise a quick hand in greeting. “Hey.. i’m your neighbor! Uhm, I got locked out, my phone is dead, and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call my sister?” You speak quickly, suddenly all too nervous. Not because he was a stranger, but because he was.. well. He was hot.

Your new neighbor was hot and he was making you very nervous. This was new. And he looked familiar, though you couldn’t quite place why.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he nods his head, opening the door wider to give you a clear view of his apartment. “Of course. It’s on the charger, you can wait inside if you want?”

Stranger danger! Stranger danger! “Thank you! I appreciate that,” you smile, following him inside.

The door falls shut behind you, and you take a moment to recognize this was how a lot of true crime stories start. But, you don’t make a move to leave. Instead, you follow him into the living room area, appreciating how clean it was.

Another thing that surprised you. Most men who lived alone weren’t this neat. Then you feel slightly disappointed, he must have a girlfriend.

The blonde unplugs his phone, handing it to you. “Password’s ten-seventeen.” He nods, moving to sit down on a brown sofa.

Taking the device gratefully, you unlock the phone and move to the calling app. “Thank you, again.” You say before dialing your sister, pressing the phone to your ear.

She picks up on the fourth ring, and you explain your situation quickly. Unfortunately, she was already home, so it would take her twenty minutes at the very least, to get back to you.

Sighing a quick thanks, you hang up. “She’s like, twenty minutes away! Thank you, here’s your phone…” You trail off, realizing you never asked his name.

“Florian.” He nods, taking the phone back. “You’re welcome to wait here…” He does the same trailing off, and you laugh. You tell him your name and a smile graces his lips. He repeats it, lips curling into a grin. “That’s a pretty name, it’s nice to meet you.”

Your face flushes at the compliment. “Oh, uh, thank you! Wow, i’ve told you that like twelve times in the past ten minutes!” You’re in a flustered, rambling state, completely embarrassing yourself.

But Florian just smiles, finding it endearing. “So, how long have you lived here?” He asks, motioning for you to sit down.

You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, turning your body towards him as you get comfortable. “About… two years now? I originally lived with my sister, but she got married and moved out.” You had no idea why you were telling him random facts you didn’t need to say, but he listened intently anyways. “How about you? I haven’t really seen you around.”

“Just a few months, but I travel a lot, so i’m rarely here.” That’s when it clicks. That’s why he looks so familiar.

Your eyes widen, “oh my God. You’re a footballer.” Now you were extremely embarrassed. Your sister is definitely going to freak when she realizes who you’re with.

Florian rubs the back of his neck, nodding sheepishly. “That I am.”

“That’s cool.” You play it off, not wanting to seem too geeked about it. You had to act normal.

Florian nods, his lip twitching slightly. “Uhm, so, what do you do for work?”

The rest of the twenty minutes goes by smoothly, conversations flowing between you two easily and comfortably. You’d grown to enjoy his company, and he clearly felt the same.

You’d charged your phone while you two spoke, so when you get the notification that your sister had arrived, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Florian’s eyes flicker to your phone, his lips forming a thin line.

“Well… I suppose I should go.” You stand slowly, subconsciously trying to spend a little more time. Florian stands as well, taking his sweet time walking you to the door.

He hesitates, his hand on the door knob, “we should do this again sometime?” He suggests, eyes trailing up to your face.

You attempt to suppress a smile, nodding quickly. “Yes!” Too fast. “I mean… yeah, no for sure.” You shrug, lips darting out to wet your lips nervously.

He quietly chuckles, turning the doorknob and opening it to allow you to leave. “Are you busy tomorrow?” He asks, stepping aside to let you through.

Once you were back in the hallway, you turn back around to face him. “I have work till four, but I should be free after that!”

“Good,” he hums, “knock on my door whenever you want, i’ll be here.” After exchanging a quick goodbye, he shuts the door, leaving you with a wide smile on your face.

Forgetting your keys just became the best inconvenience you’ve ever had.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @spidybaby !

#florian wirtz #florian writz x reader #florian wirtz x you #florian wirtz x y/n #blurb #fluff #fanfic #football #bayer leverkusen #germany national team #florian wirtz one shot #florian wirtz imagine #strangers to lovers #strangers to friends

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grey-spark · 5 days ago

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Extinction Wars Trilogy Theory

The WBK series is probably going to end with graduation, which means we have two more semesters left and possibly two more Extinction Wars. In this analysis we are going to determine what they might end up being about.

BIG SPOILERS for the Wind Breaker Manga. All photos used are from windbreaker, ads or stock.

PART 1: Defining the elements

So let's start off with what we know. The first Extinction War is based around Fire. Takiishi’s war is fireworks and summertime themed. Even down to names 焚石 (Takiishi) and 棪堂 (Endo) both contain radicals for “fire” and “tree”

Takiishi and Endo don’t just represent “fire” they represent “fire burning trees” or “fire as a threat to trees” If we assume there will be three semesters ending in graduation. Then it’s not too far off to assume we’ll have three extinction wars. So if there are three wars for each semester and the summer one is based on the “fire” element. What will the next two be?

Well, answering that depends on whether Nii-sensei goes with the Buddhist Elements or the Chinese Elements, but it won’t make much of a difference for reasons we’re about to cover.

(DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert on these religious topics at all. I’m just using general knowledge found on the internet to make predictions about a funny delinquent anime.)

It just so happens that Bofurin is based around the Buddhist Heavenly Kings. So let’s start there. In Buddhism there are four Mahābhūta or “Great Elements”:

There’s five/six if you count Akasha (Space) and Vijñāna (Mind) but those are special, so we’ll sideline them for now.

Let’s assume

Bofurin itself is Vayu (Wind). (Obviously.) Noroshi is Agni (Fire). (We just went over that.)

So that means the next two big wars will be:

Prithvi (earth) Ap (water)

But what if there’s a more literal connection between Summer and fire. Then we’d have to look at the element of the Chinese Zodiac or “Wu Xing”. In the chinese system there five different elements:

Wood / Spring Fire / Summer Earth / Late Summer (or in-between seasons) Metal / Autumn Water / Winter

Let’s assume:

Bofurin is Wood / Spring Noroshi is Fire / Summer

That means if we go by the Chinese Elements instead it could be:

Earth/Late Summer Metal/Autumn Water/Winter

To put it simply, the Chinese Elements have a specific order to them where they create the next one in the cycle, and overcome the one after that. In this system the enemy of Wood is Metal (Blades) so Metal is more likely than Earth, especially since it's associated with Autumn more directly. But even if they go by the Buddhist elements, Metal is considered a form of Earth.

So whether it’s Buddhist Great Elements, Chinese Wu Xing, or even Japanese Godai (which mirrors the Buddhist Elements) We’re looking at:

Summer Extinction War based on Fire Autumn Extinction War based on Earth (Metal/Blades) Winter Extinction War based on Water (Ice/Blizzards)

Now, you may be wondering why I’m so hyper-focused on Metal and Ice specifically, instead of the broader Earth and Water elements. That's because Metal and Ice are natural enemies of plants and trees. Let’s go back to Takiishi’s name or “Fire as a threat to trees”. It makes you wonder: What are the other enemies of trees? According to Chinese Elements, it's Metal.

PART 2: The Metal War

Predicting the theme of the next war in Autumn is FAR HARDER to predict than the last one (which will almost certainly be about Winter itself) but we can make a few guesses.

-Sickles of Extinction -Scythes of Extinction -Axes of Extinction

Sickles of Extinction / Titanium Theory:

Oh, did I mention we already have metal themed gangs fighting Shishitoren called Zinc and Cobalt.

Yes, that’s right! Zinc, the weakest gang in the series is the key to figuring out everything. But not Zinc itself but rather whoever is controlling these petty metal gangs. It’s possible that these gangs are like tiny states in a greater Union.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s take a look at Zinc and Cobalt’s culture. Zinc seems to come from an industrial part of town that has a redbrick and brownish theme.

Zinc itself has copper and black colored jerseys and its base is a run down industrial warehouse or hanger of some sort.

Then there’s Cobalt. It appears to be a skater themed gang with jaggy shirts and jeans. Most of them are seen wearing work caps. But some wear beanies or have lost their hats.

The background looks industrial, you can spot a few smoke stacks.

All in all, having the two ore-themed factions come from a mine-themed area is not all that surprising is it? But how is that relevant to Shishitoren, who continuously has to fight them? Shishitoren is about meritocracy. Devotion to strength. It’s about striving to be the best. What is the opposite of individual strength and meritocracy?

LET ME BE CLEAR. Wind Breaker is NOT and overtly political show and any symbolism like this will likely be downplayed. Nevertheless, it bears mentioning. There is a VERY long history of mining communities taking collective action across all cultures. Represented by a harvesting sickle. So let's assume all these petty gangs form a collective or pay vassalage to a bigger gang. Lets call it “Titanium”. It is only reasonable to assume they’d have a polar opposite ideology to Shishitoren. One based around equity. I don’t think it's going to get overtly political, it’ll be subtle like when we want over similar themes in the Gravel arc.

But this is just one of MANY ideas. For all we know, "Titanium" could just be a smaller player in a bigger story arc.

Scythes of Extinction / Reaper Triad Theory:

Scythes are the bringers of all harvests. And you don't get much more threatening than scythes. Symbols of death itself. If there was ever a way to hype a powerful evil yakuza gang as a threat it’d be giving them reaper tattoos.

Again, scythes are the natural enemies of all plants. Its the reason Metal overcomes Wood in the Chinese elements. But a scythe can’t take down a whole tree. No, there’s only one tool known for that.

Axes of Extinction / Ax-to-Grind Theory:

Axes are the iconic enemy of trees and a symbol of vengeance.

Here are just a few adages about revenge:

“Ax to grind.” “Bury the hatchet.” “The ax forgets, but the tree remembers.” “An eye for an eye leaves the world blind.”

Let’s say hypothetically, there was a character who had issues with vengeance and anger. If this character ended up having a big storyline, maybe it’ll be about axes made from metal.

Also axes are historically held by raiders. If anyone is going to be raiding Makochi, it’d be a horde of barbarians with axes.

PART 3: The Winter War

Blizzards of Extinction / Winter War Theory:

During the Endo fight we get an interesting comparison. Endo compares Sakura to a branch. He states that freezing the branch paradoxically makes it more brittle and easier to break.

I think this is foreshadowing by Nii-sensei that the greatest enemy of all plant-life is WINTER. It’s what makes all plants die every year. When you pair this together with how WBK will end in the third semester, it almost makes it inevitable the final faction will have a winter theme. Even if I’m wrong and there are no other extinction wars, I still think this will be the case.

Conclusion

Take a step back. The manga is called WIND Breaker. The first big enemy was about FIRE. It's actually not that complex. The next wars will be Earth and Water themed, or more specifically:

We're gonna get a Metal war and a Winter war.

Probably. The "Metal War" might involve Shishitoren at the end of autumn. And the "Winter War" will be the series finale, right before graduation and the new Bofurin Leader is chosen.

I tried to be purposely vague with this theory because I wanted to stick closer to the facts and what we actually know. For example, I could see Umemiya’s rooftop savior being involved in the Winter War. But I can see a lot of things. And there’s also a chance I could be totally off base and there’s no ordained structure to the wars at all. And that’s okay too. But I do think the name “Extinction War” is oddly specific. Almost like it's part of a set…

#wind breaker analysis #wind breaker predictions #wind breaker #wind breaker meta

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 20 days ago

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Okay, so. Now that I have more of my feelings and thoughts sorted out, I would like to talk about the ending of the Nanbaka manga.

The End: Re-Nanbaka Chapter 423

(From chapter 36 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata)

Disclaimer: Though this goes without saying, this impromptu essay post will contain spoilers for Nanbaka—the ending, primarily. It's worth reading the major plot twists without being spoiled if you can, so if you're not finished reading the manga, I wouldn't suggest reading this (can't stop you if you decide to anyways though 🤷). Suffice to say, the target audience is people who have finished reading the Nanbaka manga.

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So, it's finally here, right? You decided to read the Nanbaka manga some time ago. There's a pretty good possibility you watched the anime at some point and found the manga afterwards, just needing to know what happens after Season 2 (potentially even after growing tired of waiting for season 3).

But, of course, the "why" doesn't matter. You picked up the Nanbaka manga, drank up every chapter you could. Maybe you're like me. You got to around chapter 193 and stopped for a while, unable to find translation past that point. But you got lucky one day looking, wondering if anyone ever picked up that translation again. So again, you drank up chapter after chapter (whether you binged it or waited patiently for fan translators to translate the chapters bit by bit), until you finally arrived...

At the end.

(From chapter 423 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata)

And I surmise (largely based upon what I've seen perusing the fandom tag) that your thoughts upon reaching this point amount to "HUH?! WHAT?!" It seemed like we were just in the middle of a major arc. We've learned so many things, the nature of the world of "Nanbaka" and the overal conflicts have been revealed. New questions have risen, certain recent mysteries have yet to be answered, new information has come to light, there are characters whose status is unclear.

But despite all of this, it's over. The end.

Jyugo escapes Nanba, and the manga ends, heedless of everything else.

"Does the mangaka even care?" you could be wondering.

"Maybe it's just on hiatus, and we'll get a follow up at some point!" you could be hoping.

"Why did I get invested if it was going to end so poorly? Was it just a badly written story after all?" you may be feeling inside.

I can't tell you what Shō Futamata's feelings or what their future plans are beyond what they've officially put out. I can't give a truly objective answer that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Nanbaka is written well, and that the ending is good actually™.

But what I can do is express my own subjective point of view. After all, I'm only human too. Beyond that, I can hope someone reads this.

. . .

Now, my view and opinion is as follows:

As a whole, I loved the Nanbaka manga. I think the ending is good, and that it makes sense.

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I can already hear the thoughts forming in the heads of some of you reading this.

"What? Why? Isn't it sudden?? With everything introduced and all the plot threads left hanging, how could it be a good end? How could this make sense?"

Here's my short answer for the "why".

Because none of those things matter.

"But how could none of that matter? What would be the point of building up the narrative, getting us attached to all these characters and invested in the mysteries if it didn't all matter? Wouldn't it be simpler to say that the mangaka was tired of writing? Even so, what was the point of introducing all of these things if they don't matter as you say??"

Let me clarify that statement:

None of those things matter to the ending.

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Let's take a step back for a moment.

Despite the chapters upon chapters of angst and the character death we've experienced, Nanbaka is, at its core, a comedy manga (there are times I'd even call it a parody). Its goal with its gags and references, and even its execution of characters and arcs, is often to play genre expectations for laughs and/or to turn them on their head. It's unserious at times, and yet the entire premise (even jokes based on common genre tropes or anime happenings) are played completely straight.

Jyugo, our main character, (just based on design and expectations) seems to have all of the setup at of a more edgy shonen protagonist—the world's specialest boy with the tragic backstory, who is doubtless overpowered.

Both the manga and the anime adaptation dispell this notion pretty quickly. Jyugo can open any lock and escape from any prison, but he's pathetic outside of this. In the anime this means he can move past every obstacle to escaping Nanba along with his friends, but he always gets stuck at the final one because of his poor physical prowess (and inability to throw even a single punch). His backstory isn't tragic so much as...empty. In his head early in the story, he's just some inmate who woke up one day with shackles he can't remove, right? He has this clear glimpse of the man who shackled him (the man with the scar on the back of his neck). Does he have any real passion for revenge at the start? No, not really. He just wants to find this guy so he'll remove the shackles. In his memory, he's both escaped from every prison he's been to so he could find the man with the scar, and so he could just kill time. His memories are hazy, he doesn't know his parents or his home. As far as official records are concerned, he was born in prison and his father abandoned him. He has no hobbies, likes or dislikes.

It's against the character of Jyugo, our main character with few qualities and no real dreams or aspirations, that the rest of Cell 13 (his friends, Nico, Rock, and Uno) stand out. Compared to him, who is just killing time, who is bored and doesn't improve his practical skils, who wears the classic black and white striped prison garb, just about everyone in the story stands out more. They're visually colorful and dynamic. They have obsessions, dreams, aspirations, likes, and dislikes. For many of the supporting cast, their backstories and ambitions are enough that they could be the star of their own story.

And back to the comedy aspect, just like with Jyugo, one of the earlier gags in the story is when the mangaka contrives an excuse to explain cell 13's basic characters and backstories via the warden meeting with Hajime. In the manga, Hajime explains "what is up with them", just before shocking Samon and Warden Momoko with the "stupid" reasons Uno, Rock, and Nico kept escaping prison. In the anime adaptation, Samon plays the role of stand in for the audience expectations, assuming each one of these characters ended up becoming criminals due to their tragic backstories, with these reasons for becoming criminals feeding deeply into their aspirations. He sets up fantasy stories of men who go to prison in the process of caring for their sick/disabled girlfriend, or whom want to get revenge for fallen comrades, just before Hajime tears it down by dropping the truth.

Nico has a past of being experimented on and drugged. He has multiple food ilnesses and unidentified diseases. But no matter his dark past, his reason for escaping prisons was due to his hatred of needles and badly tasting medicine.

Rock was reportedly imprisoned after starting a gang riot. He didn't escape prison for any normal reasons though. Not out of any obligation to groups he could be affiliated with or because he just wants out. He escaped because the prison food sucked.

Uno is a compulsive gambler who was sent to juvie for frequenting underground casinos. Rather than escape prison for normal reasons, such as wanting to be out of prison, or even so he could continue to gamble, he escaped because he had a hot date.

It's easy to forget when you get wrapped up in the angst, the characters backstories, the overarching struggle between two organizations who wish to decide the fate of the world, etc that Nanbaka is a parody. From the very beginning, it plays into our suspension of disbelief for manga/anime shenanigans to its advantage (for example, being meta about how Uno, Rock, and Jyugo have to work together to censor Nico's anime references, or forcing the audience to accept that Shiki's security was shitty for a brief moment just so Taura specifically could infiltrate their headquarters with ease), and it turns our expectations on their heads (ex. Enki's rumor about being abusive to inmates stemming from how he would rough them up a bit to protect them from inhumane experimentation, or Warden Momoko appearing to be a stern dom with sharp edges but turning out to be someone who is gushy and soft and blushy thinking about her crush).

We expect the plot twists of Nanbaka's final arc to be a climax of the story, or something which leads into a final confrontation of ideals. We expect the manga to end with an answer to the fate of Togabito worldwide, a victor to emerge between Shiki and Kaazu's war with each other. We perhaps even expect Jyugo to be at the center of this, for him to decide whether the world should change in favor or against Togabito existing, or even for him to make a third choice separate from Hiiro and Mashiro's skirmish. We expect for a thrilling final conclusion which wraps up most of the obvious hanging plot threads, makes a statement for how the world should be, and gives us some happy or tragic (solid) ending for our main cast and their fates.

So, with all of that in mind:

Why would Nanbaka, as a parody manga, end as we expect it to?

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Okay, now I hear you thinking:

"Tumblr user hadesknockedupintheunderworld...that is such a stupid excuse. You seriously expect us to believe that this ending is masterful and amazing because the fact that we didn't expect it to leave off on so many cliffhangers makes it a parody executed at a genius level?? Even a good parody manga that subverts our expectations should have a proper ending. Again, wouldn't this constitute an excuse for the mangaka's laziniess?"

And to this, I say: Please bear with me.

Nanbaka's genre status is only one piece of the puzzle, the "why" of the execution of the manga's ending.

The rest is related to our little pathetic (yet kind of endearing) jail breaker of a main character.

(From Season 1 Episode 1 of the anime adaptation of Nanbaka)

So, Jyugo. Inmate 15, cell 13, building 13. He's our main character.

His status as the main character may not be so obvious at first, especially given how often cell 13 appears as a group early on in the story, but I would say that it at least becomes clear by the time the end of the New Year's Tournament ark (the first one) comes around. Namely, the reveal of Jyugo's special abilities, the fight between Jyugo and Musashi, and the scene where Jyugo ultimately chooses to stay at building 13 after the tournament.

Despite Nanbaka's large cast of characters and its tendencies to focus on everyone but Jyugo at times, though, Jyugo is the main character. Nanbaka is a comedy/parody manga, yes, but it's also about Jyugo's personal journey, the way he changes as a person over the course of the manga. Hiiro kind of spells this out for us in chapter 422, when he reveals that Nanba was also created for Jyugo—his playground, his ideal world, a place where he could be himself.

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For a moment, let's return to my previous statement:

None of those things matter to the ending.

Much of what's going on in the world of Nanbaka is bigger than one person, of course. In the later parts especially, we start to be able to see more and more outside the prison. We're introduced to Nanba's women prison, Shiki, the Zodiac Police, and even to Rokuto and Mikadzuki. The world outside Nanba prison comes into greater focus at this point, especially as we begin to see more details of the struggle between Shiki and Kaazu. There are multiple story arcs towards the end focusing on multiple different characters where Jyugo and cell 13 aren't present.

As such, I can understand how easy it becomes to get wrapped up in this story as it ramps up. The problems of Kaazu vs Shiki begin to infiltrate into Nanba more and more, and this building of tension is joined by the revelations surrounding Kaazu, Shiki, and Jyugo. I, too, while reading, was waiting at the edge of my seat to get a follow up on the inmates disappearing during the New Year's Tournament (second time), the future of Orochi, Midzuchi, and Murakami, the fates of Trois, Zakuro, etc, the information on Rock, Uno, and Nico's true first meetings with Jyugo, etc.

So I know it sounds strange when I say that none of these things matter to the ending.

But, consider this. Outside of gags, outside of Jyugo, the arks we see involving Shiki, the Zodiak police, Taura, and others, often serve two purposes.

To flesh out the narrative, to make all of the characters in the wider cast feel like people as opposed to tools or just colorful characters playing roles, and to provide background on events relating to Jyugo's past.

To make some sort of point.

Showing us the backstories of members of Shiki, inmates at Nanba, and some for the Nanba guards and Zodiac Police members allows us to see these characters as people, to put away the idea that everyone affiliated with Nanba or Shiki or Kaazu is either a "good person/hero" or "bad person/villain". One of the commonly recurring themes in Nanbaka (supported by the backstories of Togabito and regular inmates alike) is the lack of prisoners' rights. Imprisonment is often used as a method of covering up inhumane experimentation or treatment of characters. Multiple characters were framed for imprisonment with the express purpose of some group getting to get away with their treatment of them (such as Kaazu imprisoning Togabito so they could get away with executing them, or Elf framing Musashi for arson so Mashiro and Isou could experiment and gather data using him). A good deal of character arcs towards the end also have a particular focus on the inmates, members of Shiki, and Togabito deciding their futures or the ideal worlds they'd like to create.

My point with this is to say that, despite the ending, all of these things do matter to the narrative. And they don't suddenly cease to have meant anything because of how the manga ending left narrative threads unresolved.

They had a purpose.

"So why is there no clear conclusion to these?"

I'll explain it like this. Since Jyugo is the main character, no matter what is happening in the world of Nanbaka, everything comes back to him. All of the narrative threads and story arcs that occur without his presence have a purpose and do matter, but the happenings outside of Nanba (within the entire world) in general are just, well, a part of the world. Regardless of what Jyugo does after the manga's ending, the world will continue to turn. Those narrative threads will come to their conclusions. Hiiro and Mashiro will continue to oppose each other.

They are just things that happen to be happening in the world around Jyugo. But the end of the manga focuses on Jyugo, the culmination of his arc.

And when it comes to reaching the conclusion of Jyugo's character arc, things not pertaining to this do not matter. It doesn't matter what Murakami's fate is. It doesn't matter whether Kaazu or Shiki win their war of ideals. It doesn't matter whether Zakuro died or not, only that Jyugo's fight with him and interactions with him and Elf set off the introspection which causes Jyugo to change further as a person.

Chapter 423 was not planned as "the end" so we could get the thrilling conclusion of major happenings in the world of Nanbaka. It was planned as "the end", so we could see "the end" of Jyugo's development.

Allow me to explain this a bit more clearly.

And ultimately, this is why I think the ending of Nanbaka is both good and fitting. The ending is unexpected, yes, but it challenges you to think, to wonder just what makes chapter 423 "The End". It leaves the surface narrative (the literal happenings in the story) unfinished, yet it resolves it's underlying narrative featuring the main character's evolution. Rather than the end of Nanbaka, being about who will change the world and how, or about a perfect happy or tragic ending, it's about Jyugo accepting himself, it's about him growing into his complete and complicated self despite (and sometimes because of) outside interference.

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Thinking back to the beginning of the story, we are given our very first truth.

Jyugo cannot/will not escape Nanba.

This is very clearly shown in the opening of the anime adaptation, where we're introduced to a typical day of Cell 13 evading all manner of traps to escape Nanba. The four of them each use their unique skills and knowledge (both inherent to them and due to their experiences escaping from various prisons) to get all the way to the final obstacle inside the prison. Then, after Jyugo opens the final door, locked with all manner of special locking mechanisms, the group is faced with Hajime. Ultimately, of course, when Jyugo is the last to face him, Hajime beats Jyugo up, which shows the audience that Jyugo cannot yet escape (in this case, he physically cannot defeat their final obstacle).

As Hajime says in the opening of the anime's first episode:

"That is because this is Nanba prison. No one has ever escaped successfully from this prison."

The manga also starts out showing "the typical day" of cell 13. However, while the anime does this by showing a group escape attempt, the manga starts out showing the four as they converse in their cell with each other and with Hajime.

(From chapter 1 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata)

The anime presents a Jyugo who initially wants to escape (he's escaped from every other prison after all) but doesn't have the ability. The additional anime opening scenes flow (more or less) into the scenes presented in the opening of the manga, which presents a Jyugo who doesn't actually want to leave Nanba.

"I just remembered I'll be released soon. Hey, Hajime. I'm gonna escape now, so will ya extend my sentence?"

In addition, both the manga and the anime end up with Cell 13 instead deciding to stay in Nanba for the time being (finding it more comfortable and livable than the real world).

(From chapter 1 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata. This same scene can be found in Season 1 Episode 1 of the anime adaptation)

So, we start out with a Jyugo who does not/cannot leave Nanba. Although he eventually comes to confide in Hitoshi Sugoroku about the man with the scar and his shackles, removing those shackles is more of a far off goal. For now, he can live comfortably in Nanba, not having to worry about the troubles he'd have outside the prison.

Then, we get this moment of introspection from Jyugo in Chapter 36:

(From chapter 36 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata)

During the end of part 1 here, Jyugo realizes that he's been running away ("the man with the scar" listed as among the things he's been running from while in Nanba), and he realizes he wants to live like his friends (his friends who are "so full of life").

Though we expect Jyugo to begin to physically improve himself (like other main characters in his position who often resolve to do this to protect the things, people, and futures they care about with their own hands), he doesn't make major strides over the course of the manga in improving his physical strength, skill, or becoming proficient in using his blades. Rather, his journey is a more internal one.

(From chapter 36 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata)

To put it plainly, as of Chapter 36, to "run away" as he always has for Jyugo means both to accept his fate (in this case, to allow himself to simply stay in prison, or to allow himself to live an empty life in the underground cells of Nanba) and to escape Nanba (to run away from a place that now has both people who enrich his life (attachments) and his past encroaching on it).

While Jyugo takes some steps forward and backwards over the course of the manga (often during major events of introspection and dealing with his fears), everything comes to head in the last part of the manga.

Or, rather, it's Chapter 423 (the ending), that brings Jyugo's internal journey full circle.

Jyugo learns about himself—the truth about his origins, his powers, his shackles—and chooses to continue on.

Jyugo accepts himself—his "original personality", his past self, his missing piece—becoming someone who is both the "Jyugo" who is human and contains life, and the "Jyugo" who is the Togabito of emptiness, who can hardly recognize himself as existing.

And, most notably:

Jyugo finally escapes Nanba prison with his own power, and he faces "the man with the scar" head on.

This is the point I intended to make.

Chapter 423 of Nanbaka's ending is set up the way it is to subvert our expectations due to its affinity for parody. Chapter 423's ending does not mark the ending of the story of Nanba prison or the war between Shiki and Kaazu. Rather, it marks "The End" of the Jyugo we knew.

It marks the moment Jyugo finally escapes the inescapable prison, the moment he truly resolves to face the man with the scar, the moment he's completed his internal development the manga has been leading up to.

Or, to put this in the shortest words I possibly can:

The story began setting up Nanba as an inescapable prison. The story ends now that our main character has finally achieved this feat and escaped it.

(From chapter 423 of "Nanbaka" by Shō Futamata)

The other things do not matter to the conclusion of Jyugo's story.

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 3 months ago

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Riize Tea Sessions

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged, this is my interpretation of the cards and messages I get.

Shotaro

He may seem like the type that wants to knock out the competition. I say he is someone who takes on any opportunity he can. He definitely likes to be active. I am not sure he shares much about himself. He seems to only share surface level stuff about him, but he doesn't go that deep. He seems to lack knowledge for things or refinement.

I heard dense, so he is someone that is hard to see through or completely understand. It is like he closes aspects of himself off to others. Why does he give me he puts on this happy facade in front of others, but he has a more sinister dark side to him. I say he has a materialistic side and may tie himself to the dark side of things when it comes to the industry.

He is very determined in succeeding in what he visualizes and wants to do, even if there are obstacles, he finds a way to move past it. He is a versatile individual. He is about movement and progress. He stands by his beliefs and opinions. It doesn't seem anyone will stop him from achieving what he wants. I can see him being a bit cold and distant. I am not sure building bonds and friendships are on the top of his list. He is about the money, progress and success for him. I see him wanting this since childhood, so he is determined to make his dreams come true.

He didn't give me anything too crazy. He seems to be all about that fame, success and money. I will say not sure you can trust him, or he will be the greatest friend or be loyal. I do see him as someone who likes the spotlight and loves to explore his creative side, so there is that.

Eunseok

Hmm, there is something about him being off balanced. He may need to take something to equalize him, or his emotions can be unstable from time to time. He may also indulge in things a bit too much. What that is I have no clue. Does he come from money, or have money saved up? Or is there money behind him. This 9 of Pentacles, is someone with independent freedom and money of their own. I wonder if he tries to figure out ways to make money for himself.

He is a hardworker, may mostly keep his head down and not speak up too much. He may be someone who does what he is told. He may be someone who is always working or someone who needs to train a lot. Maybe he struggles to get things down or he is a type of perfectionist where nothing is good enough.

I asked for more for the 9 of Pentacles and got the King of Pentacles. I wonder if he is tied to someone with money, could be the case. Or he is a favorite of the CEO or someone of power. I think being an idol can be pretty difficult for him. He faces physical exhaustion, and it is a struggle to move forward.

I need more cards, because I do find him interesting, but also very hard to extract information from him, so was there a death in a family if anyone knows and he keeps giving me cards of money, family wealth, money investments he has. I feel this boy got money stashed somewhere. He may be given information, but may refuse to listen to it, or has knowledge of things but doesn't know how to use it. He doesn't seem to do much with what he has, or struggles to improve, can get lazy. He is also unpredictable, and his emotions go up and down, so you aren't sure what you will get from him.

Okay, he is really hard to understand, although I find him interesting. I was confused. He isn't very talkative, well, the first two haven't really been all that chatty and helpful, so I have to piece these cards together myself, which is hard. I prefer them to just give me the answers and make my job easier lol Moving on

Sungchan

Well, another one with the Devil card, but it is called the shadow in this deck, so he may be another one who hides himself. I can see him being pretty materialistic, or he does some sort of favors or tries to get an advantage when it comes to people of power. He seems bit cold as well. Someone who is a bit more logical. I say he is pretty smart and strategic as well. I am not getting he is someone too emotional.

I see him as someone who does suppress his emotions. I see him being pretty stoic and serious. I asked for a clarifier to the devil and got the lovers, meaning contracts and deals. I heard making deals with the devil, so yeah. He may do some dirty sh** as part of his contract to get an advantage or ahead.

He kind of has this lack mindset. I wonder if he grew up with little money. He seems to be chasing the coin and money and really just about that life. It is like now that he has access to making money that is what he seeks and tries to obtain. He is just showing me someone who wants to expand and grow. He may want to do things overseas as well, but explore new territory, or there is something beyond himself he wants to reach.

Wonbin

So, this 7 of cups and the 4 of swords gives me he loses himself to reality. Maybe goes into his own world. Maybe he daydreams a lot. I am looking for tea here, so I am wondering if he takes something to escape. There is some delusion around him, is it himself that is deluded, or is he deluding others, uncertain here.

I wanted more for those cards, because like Eunseok, another one that is hard to crack, which I figured he would be. I got the Lovers, the 5 of Swords, death, the world and the 7 of cups again. He may tend to push others away and not have them too close to him. There could be some contractual duties he has to do. Wtf that is I have no clue.

Okay, asked for what the lovers was, and I had a feeling what that meant, but needed a clarifier and got it, the 2 of wands, ya'll should know what that means for me, sexual favors and sleeping with others, so that gave me the clarification I needed. Now, the card flew out in reversed, meaning to me he may have not liked it, and may have not been completely coherent when it happened. This is where the 7 of cups pop up, so not sure he was completely aware of what happened. But this may be something they have to do, and it could be hidden in their contracts just saying.

He is showing me to advance ahead you may have to get through this female, as this seems to be a theme with male idols. I think he prefers to do things alone of go on his own journey and not have to deal with this older female. She may have been the one he had to sleep with. He is showing me they kind of tear you down. He may also do that to others as well, as it is part of the business to break down others. It is like they have to show a happier appearance and show they are a united front as a group or kpop community. Kind of appear brighter than they are. But there is a lot of emotional manipulation, and stress that goes on behind it all. And they have to juggle a lot to stay afloat. I see him wanting to get away and do some self-reflection, but it may be hard for him to do so.

Okay, he gave me a lot of interesting information, but I will stop here. I didn't think he would give me much, but I broke through after a while.

Sohee

He may also be someone who didn't come from a lot of money or does not have much right now. He may also not get a lot of support from the company and can be neglected and left out by them. I see a lot of masculine energy around him. They may control him. He seems to be the type that does what he is told or does things so he can make money and have a future with the company.

He may feel he may not have a lot to offer, so he goes a long with what they say. I think he tries to rationalize things and be logical and tries not to get too emotional about how things are done. I think it is easier for him to just be rational about things, so he keeps a clear head.

So, I also got the 2 of wands, which could indicate sexual favors, but not strongly sensing that. This can also indicate an intense passion and drive or frustration building within him. This desire to expand himself. He may have been handed something in the past that he holds onto to, someone may have given him something that helps him move forward and achieve what he wants, is it some totem, or a gift, a good luck charm that may have helped him get to where he is, weird message, but going with it.

I think he tries his best to impress this, Emperor. He seems like a humble person but seems unassuming or may lack a bit of confidence in himself. He seems to try his best and works hard to impress the higher ups, not sure it always works. But I see him always trying to improve his skill, so that he can get the reassurance that he is good enough. He may be deluded about this Emperor and he can get conflicted about how he feels and what he thinks. He sees the Emperor as smart and strategic that finds lots of ways to open doors for financial opportunities, but not sure it spills on to him.

He was a bit easier to understand than the two before him, although some parts confused the hell out of me too.

Anton

He gives me he is an independent person as well. I see him probably wanting to eventually go solo or build his own fortune and career. I think for now he sticks with doing group activities. And kind of keeps his head down and does what he is told. He is the type to compromise and be patient about things. He likes to have balance and take his time. He does lack funds and money and the resources to do anything right now.

I see there being pain and rejection at the hands of this QOS'. This woman is very cold and critical. This could be towards him and two other members, as he keeps giving me 3's, got the 3 of pentacles, cups and swords. This woman isn't afraid to share her discontent. This could be why he wants to be on his own. Also, she may compare him to others as well, and that could bring him down too.

He does have this drive to make his own money and be his own boss. How he gets there who knows, but he has this drive. It seems he may not make a lot of money as an idol, so he wants to find a way to make it on his own. With that knight of wands and King of Pentacles. He is passionate about being on his own, maybe running his own business where he can make the money.

Seunghan

Alright, going to check in on the tea with him now that he has left. I see him wanting Justice for what has happened in the past. I see him through it all being pretty strong mentally and balanced. I don't really see him being torn or distraught from what I see. He is a serious person and pretty smart, so he may know how to work things to his advantage even if it may not seem that way.

It seems he is a busy man, doing a lot of things right now. I see him before being shielded and timid about taking chances and showing his creative potential. To now letting it shine and feeling more powerful and confident in his creative potential. He may be someone who refuses to take those drinks they may offer. I see him wanting to stay clear headed and a head of the game. He seems like a visionary. A leader of change in his own way. I don't see him as wallowing, being down or depressed. He seems very well in his power right now.

He does seem confused and conflicted about things, or he is being stubborn and doesn't want to budge on what he envisions for himself. I do think he is upset about what had happened, because they weren't clear in their intensions, like they said one thing and another thing happened. Them letting him go came as a surprise to him. But he is learning to accept it and finds ways to work through it and see the light, because there isn't much else, he could do.

He is trying to move past their sneaky and manipulative behavior they do to make money or keep their money rolling. He is just ready to move on and pursue his passion for what he does. He wants to create the life he wants and be successful but is still trying to cool himself down and not get too angry about what happened, but he is strong and resilient and can get through it. I see him not wanting to get too emotional and just doing his best to tame his emotions and remain calm, but also still be loving and compassionate as a person and not losing that, even though the industry can be cruel and can harden idols. Overall, he seems to be doing well despite the challenges he has faced.

Okay, I will stop there, because this took very long to do and ready to close this session. I got some tea here, not the spiciest for me from what I got from other groups, I feel I didn't get a lot of new information, but some interesting stuff I got here. Until the next one, this is what I got for this group.

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