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Rose Garden - Part One - Lee Know Smut

↳Pairing: Prince!Lee Know x Maid!afab reader

↳Words: 7,800

↳Warnings: SMUT 18+ only!!!!! Minors DNI!!!!!, Lee Know has a dirty mouth, unprotected sex (we all know the drill), inexperienced virgin!reader, Lee Know also might be a virgin but idk, pretty vanilla stuff, power dynamics, creampie, multiple orgasms, multiple (2) positions, semi-public sex, they almost get caught but aren't, angst, a mention of throwing up but no one does

↳Summery: You are a maid for one of the ladies eligible for a chance to see if they are the prince's soulmate. You join your lady and attend the tea party but you grow bored and wander off. After a while, you stumble across a beautiful rose garden and an even more beautiful man- though he's not very nice.

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↳Notes: Long story short, I work a lot and I'm tired but I'm trying to get these written!!!

↳Ready on my AO3: Here

Part One

“MOTHER!” JOY COMPLAINED loudly, “Do I really have to go to this ridiculous ball?”

“Yes, darling,” Joy’s mother, Mrs. Park, flitted around the room and checked each of the offerings of the maids, “Tonight is vital. You must catch the eye of the Prince!”

“What if he's not my soulmate, though?” Joy pouted, which you caught through her vanity mirror as you carefully curled her hair.

“Darling, when you’re this high up in society you can’t be concerned about all of that soulmate dribble! You are a lady! You are out in society and your position matters!” Mrs Park insisted. She made her way over to the vanity and gestured for you to move aside.

Wordlessly and obediently, you stepped aside to let Joy’s mother take over your task of doing Joy’s hair. You backed away to stand with the other maids who were holding various jewelry options for this afternoon’s tea party.

Joy looked absolutely stunning, which was truly no surprise. As one of the higher ladies of the court, she had to be. Whenever she went to these tea parties or balls, it was part of your job to make sure she looked her best. You did her hair, helped her into whichever gown was chosen for the event, and applied the perfect amount of rouge to her cheeks. As her dedicated ladies maid, you also had to cater to her every whim.

Technically, you weren’t allowed to be friends with the lady you served but you and Joy had gotten rid of that ages ago. As her mother rambled on about the importance of holding the family’s position in society, Joy locked eyes with you through the vanity mirror and rolled her eyes. You had to stifle your giggle into your hand and pretend it was a sneeze in order for the other maids to ignore you.

“Mother, the prince does absolutely nothing for me. We would be an awful match!” Joy whined.

“Joy, I won’t keep telling you why you have to attend this event. This is your last chance to catch the Queen’s eye. If you don’t then they will choose a bride for him this evening at the ball.”

“But every eligible girl in society will also be peacocking around! There’s no way I could ever stand out.”

“Joy!” Mrs Park scolded with a light smack to her shoulder. She moved away and gestured for you to continue your task. “Ms. Y/N, please do your best work. You are serving the potential future princess of our fine country!”

“Mother!” Joy screeched, but Mrs Park made her way out of the room before Joy could whine much more. “Y/N, you’d better make me look like a monster!”

“Ma’am, I’ve heard that the Prince is a fine young man!” You chimed in as you went back to putting small crystals into Joy’s dramatic updo.

“Oh, come on, please don’t call me that when mother isn’t around. It makes me feel like an old maid.” Joy pouted.

“Of course. Which jewelry set do you want to go with your dress?” You waved over the other maids, who hurried over to present their offerings. Joy perused them for a moment before pointing at a silver and blue set to complement the rich navy she had on.

“I don’t know why mother insists on jewel tones.” Joy sighed, “She knows I prefer pastels. All the other girls will be wearing pastels to tea!”

“Or maybe they won’t! This is the last chance to impress the Queen before she makes the decision for him.”

“I hope she’s decided already. I think I’d hate being married to a prince. What if he’s dull?” Joy sighed.

“Honestly, they probably chose his intended ages ago and they’re doing all this for the sake of some social events and entertainment,” You suggested innocently.

Joy gasped in horror and turned to look at you.

“How dare you insult the royal family!” She exclaimed. Her eyebrows furrowed and your heart dropped into your stomach. You hadn’t meant to-

Joy cracked a smile. She giggled openly, which helped your muscles relax. She was just joking.

“Don’t frighten me so!”

“I will never reprimand you for voicing your opinions, even about the royal family. I believe we are well past that, don’t you?” Joy turned back to the mirror and you got back to work on her hair.

You were able to breathe a little better.

Once Joy had her hair done and her jewels put on, she got up and started towards the door. You bowed as she left and mentally ran through the list of duties you had to attend to once she left. Tidy the closet, dust the shelves, make her bed, wash her pillow cases and-

“Oh,” Joy sighed, her hand on the doorknob, “I do wish you could come with me. You make much better company than any of the other ladies.”

“I wish I could go too, Miss.” The formality slipped out, but she allowed it.

“Maybe you could go.” Joy mused, “I could demand you accompany me in case I have a fainting spell or something. I suddenly feel one coming on.”

She shot you a mischievous grin.

“You just want to paint all afternoon."

For almost ten years she’d been faking fainting spells in order to either get out of an event or get you to go with her. You were surprised that she hadn’t faked one today. Despite the dramatic navy gown and the sparkly jewelry, Joy preferred to spend her days with you in the greenhouse painting away. Each year for your birthday she gifted you a blank sketchbook and some pencils and often invited you to paint with her. You weren’t nearly as good as her, but it allowed for you to have something to do together. An even playing field. No titles.

“You caught me. What can I say? I prefer painting with my best and only friend in the ton over mingling and pretending to hope for the Queen’s approval.” Joy mused for a few long moments. Then, terrifyingly, her eyes lit up. She opened the door and called out into the house. “Mother! Y/N is joining us to the ball today! I shall require her assistance changing into my other gown for the ball.”

“What?” You gawked.

Joy closed the door and turned to you triumphantly.

“Crystal,” Joy turned to one of the other maids, “Please prepare my pink and blue gown with the flowers and sapphires on the bodice for the palace with the fullest underskirt you can find. Oh, and the pink set of jewelry that Papa gave me for Christmas! Y/N, go prepare your best dress! You’re going to the royal ball!”

~!~!~!~!~!~

Joy’s scheming got you right where she wanted you. If you had the chance, you definitely would have stayed home but you were in no position to refuse her. Joy’s mother wasn’t thrilled that you were there but at this point she knew that there were some battles you just don’t win.

It wasn’t as if there was much for you to do at this party anyway. Joy made you change into your event uniform, which was really just a cleaner black-and-white version of what you normally wore. Today you wore a long black dress with a white lace apron layered over the skirt, with a white collar and cuffs.

All well and good if the tea party wasn’t outdoors.

By all means, the temperature outside was quite pleasant unless you had to stand off to the side with the other ladies maids in direct sunlight. All of you had delicate sheens of sweat along the backs of your necks as you waited to be summoned by your respective ladies. Some of the maids you’d seen before and had decent friendships with. The great part about being a maid is that almost all of them were into gossip, as if they were reading a dramatic-real life romance novel.

“Ryujin, you’ll never believe it!” Yuna exclaimed, “Mr Lee proposed to Lady Shim last week! They had a few moments together in the garden and he got down on one knee and he had a ring prepared and everything!”

“How romantic!” Ryujin squealed, “Did she accept?”

“Honestly, I’m in disbelief! She didn’t refuse him but she said she needed time to think. It’s possible that she’s hoping to be chosen by the Queen but she can’t be selected if she’s betrothed.”

“Have any of you actually seen Prince Minho?” Ryujin sighed, “I mean, Mr Lee is a catch. Why would she turn him down?”

“I saw the prince once!” Lia, another maid into all the gossip, chimed in eagerly, “He is unbelievably handsome.”

“Oh, shove it. You only saw the back of his head once.” Yuna rolled her eyes, “I saw him once a few weeks ago. He is, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men I’ve ever set my eyes on!”

“What about you, Y/N, have you seen the prince?” Ryujin turned the attention onto you.

“No, I’ve only heard about him from Lady Joy. She has no interest in him.”

“Well, I think he actually plans on attending this event alongside the Queen, so hopefully we should get a glimpse of him soon!”

“Why aren’t they searching for his soulmate? I heard that a soulmate match makes for more successful breeding.” You asked.

“That was the purpose of these parties all month! They’ve been bringing in all the ladies and the princesses of neighboring countries to each try their hand at being his soulmate but no one suitable has been found,” Ryujin explained, “If he doesn’t find his soulmate tonight then the Queen will choose one of the offers submitted by various other royal or noble families.”

“This is all so dull,” you sighed, “Who cares about soulmates and politics. All we can do is watch! At this rate I’ll die an old maid.”

“If you find your soulmate I’m sure your lady will let you marry!”

“Only if he’s someone of my rank.” You rolled your eyes, “It looks like Lady Joy is enjoying herself so I think I might go for a walk, care to join me?”

“Goodness, no. I would get in trouble if I ever left my lady’s sight!”

“Well, tell her I had to find the servant’s quarters if she asks about me.”

You didn’t know why Joy wanted you along so badly if she was only going to get caught up in the other ladies she was friends with. You figured a turn around the gardens wouldn’t be such a bad thing, especially since no one was paying any attention to you. Also, this might be the only chance you ever got to see the royal garden.

Quietly, you slipped away from the other maids and turned to venture deeper in the gardens. The party was relatively localized so there were acres of untouched flora to explore. Maybe, if you were lucky, there would be a pond or a fountain to sit by and watch. Something about water always fascinated you.

The sun warmed your skin as you walked through the hedges and trees. The cobblestone paths crunched delicately beneath your shoes. Flowers and shrubs lined the path, allowing for a delicate floral scent to fill the air. You sighed happily when a light breeze helped the aroma into your nose.

By all means, this was the perfect day for a tea party. The only thing missing was the tea. The more you thought about it the more a cup of tea sounded wonderful, but you would have to wait for a cup until you got back to the house and put Joy to bed.

As you walked you occasionally passed by other maids or servants of the palace but they paid you no mind. Your finer uniform gave the impression that you belonged within the palace walls, but you knew you did not. Your family was intimately entwined with the Park family. From birth you were predestined to be Joy’s lady's maid. You feared that you would never do anything else.

When you were a little girl you used to dream of entering the palace. As a child, it was as a woman of nobility who got to wear all of the pretty dresses that Lady Joy got to wear and dance at all the balls. However, as you got older you figured that the more realistic track would be for you to enter the kitchen and work as a servant. There was little to no chance of changing rank and now that you were a proper soulmate-seeking adult, you had to accept your reality. Nothing would ever change for you.

Then the gardens began to change.

The standard hedges turned into lofty lattice structures. The wood was painted white and the structures created square arches over the path. Lattice fences lined the walkway as well. Vines snaked up the structures and overhead, creating lovely shadows that helped to soothe the sweat pearling at the back of your neck. The white gravel turned to cobblestones under your feet.

Soon, however, flowers began to appear on the vines. As you ventured deeper into the garden, roses of every color began to decorate the lattice and the arches. There were several stripes of color. Several feet of white roses, then orange, then red, then purple. The soft aroma of the roses wafted into your nose and you sighed happily. The occasional iron bench lined the path and you had half a mind to sit down and take a rest for a while.

“Goddamn it!” A voice carried from a crevice in the hedges and you jumped. The exclamation was soon followed by a loud thump and a groan of pain.

On instinct, you gasped and went to find the source of the noise. The second groan of pain helped you navigate the maze of lattice fences with roses on them. The path curved into a generous arch before an opening into the center of the garden appeared. You dipped through a circular hedge gate until you emerged into probably the most beautiful place you’d ever seen in your life.

In the center of a generous opening was a stone gazebo with lattice fences lining it. Those, of course, had large rose bushes wound throughout making the gazebo feel like a proper enclosed building. A delicate trickling stone fountain of a woman pouring water into a basin sat in front. A plethora of garden trimming tools like shears and a basket of weeds sat at the stone woman’s feet. Along the back wall were more fences lined with roses so you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised to see the man on the ground near them.

The man wore a pair of brown trousers and a white flowy top that hung off his shoulders and showed off his milky collarbones. He wore a pair of black boots that went up just below his knees. You couldn’t see his full face but you knew only from his profile that he would be beautiful. He groaned and wiped his hands on his pants before standing back up. He sighed and fixed his cuffs before turning and seeing you at the entrance to the small garden. Instantly, his face morphed into one of horror and he backed away from you slowly.

“Leave immediately!” The man commanded in a sweet and melodic voice that was a strong contrast to his barked orders, “And tell no one what you saw!”

“I… I’m sorry!” You dipped down into a low curtsey, even though you couldn’t tell who he was. Judging from the dirt on his pants and the trimming shears on the ground by your feet, you had something of an idea.

“Didn’t I tell you to go?” He asked again after you hesitated to move.

“I do apologize but… I appear to have lost my way and-”

“You lost your way? Isn’t it required of the help to know their way around this oppressive castle?” The man rolled his handsome cat-like eyes and he tossed a hand through his rich brown locks.

“I… Well, I am just visiting.” Your throat closed as you spoke. He glared at you, making you feel small under his intense gaze.

“Ah, you’re just visiting then? For the party? Well, that makes you forgiven for your presence here. You shouldn’t be away from your post.” The man scoffed, making you doubt that he was serious about his words.

“Sir, I’m truly sorry. I got lost. If you could tell me the way out then I will-”

“I will tell you.” The man sighed in defeat, “but only if you tell no one where you were or what you saw.”

“Sir, no one would believe me anyway. If you wish to escape then it’s none of my business.”

“You are just a ladies maid, I suppose. Fine, if you go back through the arch and turn left then-” the man paused.

He finally looked up at you and straight into your eyes. You were shocked by how strangely warm his eyes were, despite the neverending glare. The sunlight was hitting them just right and making his eyes a swirling exhibit of chestnut and gold. The crease between his eyebrows softened after a moment before his entire face relaxed and he sighed.

“Sir?”

“Look, I’m…” he winced before he forced out the next words, “I’m sorry. I am under a lot of stress right now and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

“What kind of stress?” You blurted out your question before you could stop yourself. You knew you had to get back to your duties but something about this man kept your feet glued to the ground.

“Have you ever had a huge obligation? Like, something that has been planned practically since your birth that you can’t get out of?” He paused to gauge your reaction. You shook your head. “I suppose not. Anyway, it’s like there’s all this theater to pretend like my life is up to me but I know that it’s not. I will be the subject of command my entire life and I can’t take it anymore. I need to get out of here before it’s too late.”

“And you’re trying to climb the rose bushes?”

“Not successfully, I might add. Those bristles are sharp. But it’s the only place in the garden that has any sort of structure that can get me out.”

“Do you need some assistance, sir?” You took a bold step deeper into the garden and towards the beautiful man.

“Assistance?” he chuckled, “You mean you would help me try to get over this fence?”

“Well, if you truly don’t want the life that’s been planned for you, why go through with it? I believe that everyone should have a chance to live the life they want. Granted, that’s not completely realistic in this society…”

“It’s not?” The man blinked at you in surprise, as if he was genuinely learning of hierarchy for the first time.

“Well, no. Everybody has their master. There’s no room for dreaming. So, I think that if you have the opportunity to escape and follow your dream then you should. What is your dream, if not this?” You gestured vaguely to the flowers.

“I want to live a simple life. I want to be in control of myself and who I love. I don’t want anyone to decide for me who I’m supposed to be with. I don’t want anyone looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“Then go! I’m certainly not stopping you. It looks like there’s a place to grip the fence up there, if you want me to give you a lift?” You moved a little closer, tearing your eyes off of the beautiful stranger and up at the lattice fence.

“You? Want to give me a lift? Are you sure you wouldn’t be crushed under my weight?”

“I am a ladies maid, sir, I would sooner be crushed under the laundry I must do after the ball this evening.”

The man smiled at you. The first warm gesture since you’d met. For a moment, the smile almost seemed… endearing.

You couldn’t deny that being under his gaze made you weak in the knees. Whoever this escapist gardener was, he was handsome. You enjoyed the sound of his voice as it wafted through the air. It sounded sweeter than the scent of the bold blooms surrounding you. Sunbeams that were cast through the flowers landed on his golden skin, making him practically glow. Your time together was fleeting… and you wanted more of him.

“Come,” he gestured with his hand for you to move closer. You appreciated the contrast from only a few moments ago.

You followed his command and floated closer to him. Your feet practically moved on their own, as if you were being drawn to him like a magnet.

“You’re so obedient when you want to be.” He complimented. He turned towards the wall and put his hands on his hips. He scanned it until he found the patch of white wood that wasn’t covered in the thorny flowers or their leaves. “I think that will work, like you said. Why don’t you come stand right here and-”

He turned and suddenly put his hands on your shoulders. You gasped at the contact but let him move you into position by the wall. As he dropped his hands from your shoulders, the tips of his fingers grazed against the back of your hand. The man stopped speaking at the skin-on-skin contact, but he also didn’t stop touching you. His fingers lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled away entirely.

“I’m sorry, do forgive me. I know that was careless but-” He began but he was cut short by a gasp.

You both gasped at the same time when the tell-tale arousal ripped up your spine. It was practically instantaneous how you went from completely normal to, in a matter of seconds, dripping and empty. You watched as his trousers grew tighter as an erection swelled under the fabric. Both of you stared at each other for a few horrible seconds. Of all places to meet your soulmate, why here? Why now?

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth and you almost audibly groaned. His pretty pink lips were parted slightly and they looked shiny with spit. All you wanted to do was taste him. From the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, you could only assume he wanted the same.

“You?” He breathed out.

“I could go,” you offered, though you could barely recognize the sound of your own voice. He stared at you for a few long seconds.

“Don’t you dare.”

Then his mouth was on yours. No ceremony, no build-up, just pure urgency. His hands circled your waist as he waited for you to respond to his kiss. Your eyes were open for a second as you contemplated the new situation, but before you knew it your eyes closed and you kissed him back. He wasted no time in twisting his head and deepening the kiss. Your inexperience didn’t seem to bother him as he worked his mouth with yours.

He kissed you as if his life was on the line, as if this was the last time you would ever see each other. For a moment, you wondered if that was true.

The thought left your mind the moment his tongue swiped at your lower lip, requesting entrance. You wasted no time in parting your lips and pushing your tongue against his. You wondered if he really did taste like honey or if that was the soulmate hormone talking. Your hands curled into his hair and he moaned at the contact. Gratefully, you swallowed every noise that came from him.

“I need to have you now,” he mumbled against your lips, “Please, let me have you.”

“I’m yours for the taking.”

He wasted no time at all.

In an instant, he was pushing you into a corner of the rose garden that was just out of sight of the entrance. There wasn’t a bench or anything to sit on and he didn’t have anything to cushion the ground, but it didn’t really matter to either of you. The emptiness between your legs was probably going to kill you if you didn’t have him immediately, so you pulled him to the ground and straddled his lithe hips.

He gasped in surprise when his back hit the ground, but he grinned at your enthusiasm. The kiss broken, you worked together to get your skirts out of the way and he tugged at your undergarments. He glared at them like they were offensive to him personally. He shot you a quick smirk before the sound of tearing fabric met your ears.

“Hey! I kind of need those.” You protested.

“I want to see what’s mine.”

He lifted his head off the ground to gaze at your dripping sex. You wonder if he could tell how wet you were just by a little kissing. He moved one of his hands towards your center, shooting you a quick glance as if to ask permission. The moment you nodded, the tips of his fingers grazed your outer sex and you gasped at the touch. The mere touch alone tasted sweet.

His fingers explored further, slipping beneath your lips to prod at your drenched hole. He sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed his index finger into the first knuckle.

“Damn, angel, you’re so wet. This is all for me, hm?” He pulled his fingers away and you groaned at the lack of contact. Your eyes widened when he slipped his pointer finger into his mouth and lapped at your essence. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your taste before he looked up at you with eyes clouded with lust. “Angel, I wish we had time for you to sit on my face so I can drink you up but right now I think I’ll die if I’m not inside you soon.”

Honestly, you shared the sentiment. You reached for the laces on his britches and tugged at them. He leaned back and watched you wrestle with his pants for a few minutes. However, it didn’t take him long to get needy himself and soon his fingers were joining yours.

Together, you freed the laces and pushed his pants down just enough for his cock to pop out and slap onto his lower belly. You were thankful that his shirt had ridden up a little in your efforts. His dick, while being the only real one you’d ever seen, looked perfect. It was thick and long and the head was a gorgeous shape of pink that matched his kiss swollen lips. Since turning twenty one and being told about some of what to do, you had an idea of what was about to happen.

“Have you ever seen one before?” He grasped his cock with one hand and stroked it a few times. His other hand gripped your waist and maneuvered you into place above him.

“No, I’ve only heard about them, sir.” You gasped when something hot and wet glided through your lower lips.

“They really don’t teach you girls anything, do they?” He tsked and pressed the head against your dripping hole. With how wet you were, it could have slipped right in with no resistance. “I’m going to put it inside you now. There might very well be some discomfort, but you’re so wet I think you’ll drown my cock, so I think you’ll be fine.”

“Please, put it in.” You practically begged, lowering your hips and accepting him into you.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when the head breached your entrance and began pushing inside you. Your swollen walls stretched to accommodate him readily. Like he said, there was a little discomfort from the initial stretch but there was no pain. He moved the hand that was on his dick to your waist and used both hands to help you descend onto him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let it happen.

When your hips were flush with one another, your thighs were shaking with effort. You dropped your hands to his chest and held on for stability. You kept your weight off him as much as you could, aside from how your pussy was finally wrapped around his delicious cock.

“Are you alright?” His soft voice made your eyes snap open to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and his grip on you tightened. “You need not hold yourself up.”

“I am quite heavy, sir. I don't want to crush you.”

“Nonsense.” He growled, pushing down on your hips hard enough for your legs to give out. Your full weight descended onto his hips, shoving his cock deeper into you and causing you both to let out groans of satisfaction. The pressure of him being fully sheathed inside you made you want to cry. It was as if he’d split you open.

Instantly, he lifted a hand to press it over your mouth. Effortlessly, he pushed his hips up, held you in the circle of his arms and rolled you so you were on your back. He shifted his hips a little bit just to be sure he wouldn’t slip out of you while he changed your position. Once he was over you, dick still lodged within your warm and wet walls, he leaned down to whisper against your ear.

“We don’t want to get caught, do we? Stay quiet while I ruin you, yeah?”

He kept his hand across your mouth as he ground his hips into you. You groaned against his skin as the friction sent sparks of pleasure up your spine. All of the discomfort of being filled melted away until all you could feel was absolute pleasure. His cock massaged your insides perfectly with every single thrust. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the back of your throat.

You gazed up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face as he fucked you. Every time he pushed in, his face contorted into a beautiful picture of pleasure. Droplets of sweat trickled down his face, giving his skin a glowing sheen. He gazed right back down at you, locking your eyes together with every grind of his hips. From this angle, his shirt dipped down and you could see the expanse of his collarbones and chest. You wished you had a better angle without all these pesky clothes in the way so you could see his cock as it entered you.

You mumbled against his sweaty hand, tasting the addicting salt of him.

“Can you stay quiet if I take my hand away, my angel?” He moaned lowly as a particularly deep thrust made you clench around him. You nodded rapidly and he slowly pulled his hand away. “What is it?”

“Faster,” you begged. You slightly pulled your knees up and your skirts away to give him more room. “Please, sir, want to feel you.”

“Do you think you can handle it, precious angel?” He threw two quick, hard thrusts into your heat and you bit back a pitiful moan. You nodded quickly at his question.

“Please, I want more.” You parted your knees a little more and it was his turn to moan. He buried his head in your neck so that he could not be heard outside of your bubble.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He groaned and he began to pick up the pace. Each thrust made an audible noise as your skin collided. The burn between your legs grew and you reveled in the feeling.

“S-so good,” you reached for him to tangle your fingers in his hair, desperate for something to hold onto, “Don’t stop, sir.”

“Never, Angel. Never. You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight for me. Just wanna be inside you all the time, never wanna pull out. You’re mine, yeah? All mine, just mine.”

His hands were everywhere. He grabbed at your neck, your chest, reached below your skirts to grab your thighs before circling up towards a distinct target. You weren’t sure what he was doing until his fingertips were collecting your slick and circling up your slit. You didn’t think it could get much better until he circled a spot that had you biting his shoulder to keep from moaning loudly. He grinned and kept his efforts focused on that spot.

The pleasure began to mount. Something pulled taut in your stomach and your legs began to shake. A string in your belly tensed. Your pussy ached from his constant rough thrusting but it sent sparks of pleasure all the way down to your toes.

“Sir, please… please it feels-” You weren’t sure what you were begging for but your soulmate seemed to double his efforts. He thrust harder and pressed a little more on the swollen bundle of nerves at your center.

“It’s okay, angel. Just lay back and feel. Don’t think of anything else. Cum for me,” He peppered kisses on your sweaty neck and collarbones.

You focused on the pleasure building within you. The peak approached you quicker than you would have liked, but before you knew it something wondrous washed over you. Your thighs clenched around him and a choked moan caught in your throat. You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as a powerful orgasm washed over you.

Your soulmate kept pushing his thick cock into you, but he slowed down to help you ride out your orgasm without overwhelming you. Something sticky slipped out of you and he was sure that you’d left a gorgeous white ring of cum at the base of his cock.

His angel had given him a halo.

He moved his hand away from your clit and anchored his elbows by your head. He landed several soft kisses on your cheeks and lips but you were too far gone to respond. Your ears were ringing and all you could think about was the avalanche of pleasure between your legs. Waves of your orgasm made your thighs quiver a little. You stared at the leaves above you and the golden streaks of light that stole in from the gaps. The world slowly formed around you. When you met his eyes, he smiled warmly.

“There you are.” He whispered.

“That was… amazing.” You sighed, but it turned into a gasp as your soulmate rocked his hips into yours a few times.

“Angel, I still need to cum, too. We can stop if you want but I need to-”

“Yes! Please, keep going.” You begged suddenly. Your walls ached from the exertion but you also craved the feeling of him inside you even more.

“Yeah?” He groaned lowly as he pushed into you again. He moaned into your neck as his pace began to increase more and more. “Good. Fuck, angel, I can’t wait to cum inside you. Please can I cum inside you?”

“Yes, please!” You begged.

You knew what could happen if he came in you and you didn’t really want that right now, but the desire and the need to feel his release inside of you overpowered every other thing in the world. You probably wouldn’t have cared if the prince walked in on you at this point.

Your soulmate’s thrusts began to pick up speed. The overstimulation in your pussy stung but you gritted your teeth through it. His moans got higher in pitch and he panted wetly against your neck.

“I’m getting close, angel.” He grunted above you.

His thick cock speared into you over and over again. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and you just knew that he would have a lot of cum to give you.

Your assumption was proven right only moments later. He groaned loudly, shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, and his milky release coated your insides. The pressure and the warmth against your cervix made your skin tingle at the base of your spine and you figured you could probably cum again. You reached down between your legs and gasped to find your center slick and messy. You rubbed your fingertips around until you hit your clit.

It only took a few short rubs before your cunt clamped onto him. He moaned at the feeling.

He thrusted shallowly into you a few times to ride out his high and every push resulted in another generous spurt of cum inside you. It was as if your orgasm triggered his to last longer.

Finally, he slumped against you. He did his best to keep his full weight off you but at this angle it couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mind. Despite the warmth of the day and the fact that your skin was sweat slicked, you needed him close.

Together, you laid on the ground in each other’s arms for a few seconds. The afterglow began to set in. You craved his body close. It must have only been seconds because a loud voice boomed through the garden, startling you both back into the real world.

“Where is he! He is going to be late to his own party! I don’t care what he wants! He’ll be an embarrassment to the royal family if he doesn’t make an appearance! Search the grounds, go! Now!” A stern voice barked.

“Oh, shit.” Your soulmate muttered.

In an instant, he slid out of you, stood up and worked on redoing the laces on his pants. His nimble fingers got the job done in almost no time. It left you to quickly gather yourself. Your undergarments were ripped but you could tie the scraps a little to keep yourself somewhat decent. You fixed your skirts and started to get up, but your soulmate spoke again.

“Let me.” His soft voice sounded sweet, like the roses.

He offered you his hand and he helped you rise to your feet and brush off the leaves and petals from your skirt. When you met his eyes, you were shocked by the grief swimming in them.

“Are you okay?” You reached out to cup his cheek in your hand but he flinched away from your touch.

“I’m sorry, I must go.” He turned on his heel and started out of the garden.

“Wait… what?” You gasped out and followed him a few steps.

“I must go. I’m sorry, I wish I could stay but… I’ve waited too long and duty calls.”

“But… wait, shouldn’t we talk about this?” You followed him to the archway that led into the garden. He stopped abruptly, his back to you for a few seconds. His breath heaved. When he turned to face you, his eyebrows were hardset.

“No. I’m sorry, this shouldn’t have happened. You can’t be my soulmate. They would never allow it. Let’s try to forget this ever happened, okay? It’s for the best.” His hard voice sent a shock down your spine.

You stared at him in surprise. He didn’t give you the time to retort before he was stalking away and disappearing into the green. You hurried after him but quickly found that you had no idea where you were going. The turns and the bushes all looked identical.

Tears welled in your eyes. The more you searched for him, the more lost you became. You ran blindly through the garden, your dress swirling at your ankles. The sun beat down on you and a bead of sweat dripped down your temple. Was it sweat on your face, or tears? Was it sweat dripping down your legs, or cum?

You ran until you bumped into a palace maid. Both of you cried out in surprise and fell back. You were unable to stop yourself from crying. The other maid scolded you for making her drop her washing, but she stopped after a moment when she noticed your hysterical state.

“Are you alright?” She asked tentatively.

“I don’t know… I… my soulmate… the party! I’m lost! What if… my mistress… she needs me.” You wailed, dropping your head into your hands.

“Are you a ladies maid for one of the ladies at the party?”

“Yes. I only stepped away for a moment but I got lost!”

“It’s okay! It’ll be okay, I promise.” The maid soothingly rubbed your arm. “Let’s get you back to the party, okay? You’re not far.”

The maid led you through the garden. You followed blindly, not really paying any attention to where you were going. The garden didn’t hold as much beauty as it did a few minutes ago. You kept your eyes peeled for the gardener. Your soulmate.

Like she said, it wasn’t long before soft music filled the air. A harp, by the light, airy sound of it. Then the murmur the guests followed. Before anyone could come into sight, the maid turned around and stopped you.

“You look a mess, my dear. Let’s clean you up first. You don’t want your lady to see you in this state, do we?” The palace maid gently wiped away your tears and smoothed your hair. She pulled a few leaves out of the tangled strands.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You sniffled. The maid smiled sadly.

“My soulmate is above my standing, too, love.”

“What? No, it’s the gardener… he just ran off and-”

“There.” The maid smoothed your hair one last time. “Go on! You don’t want to keep your lady waiting.”

Before you could think to ask what she meant, the maid hurried back into the garden, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Only moments ago, you were with the person you were meant to be with but now you were alone. Your body ached and your eyes burned from crying. You needed a drink.

Instead, you held your head high and ventured back into the garden where the party was in full swing. So to speak. A few women danced in a clearing next to the pavilion where the musicians played. Mostly, people milled about, sipped on drinks, and snacked on hors d'Oeuvres. The girls wore various lightly colored pastel dresses that glittered and shimmered in the sunlight. If you were sweating in your dress, you were certain that the girls in attendance would be feeling faint. Luckily, there were several open-air tents pitched around the garden where the girls who weren’t partaking in the festivities could rest.

It came to no surprise to you that Joy had set up underneath one of the tents. You made your way over to her and she waved at you the second she saw you weaving through the crowd. You hurried to her side and you curtsied deeply in apology.

“Miss, I apologize for slipping away without saying anything first, I-”

“You what?” Joy blinked at you in surprise. “You know what, it’s okay. It’s no matter. I called you over because the prince is about to make his entrance! I wanted you to get a good look at him. There’s a tiny chance he’ll be my soulmate, afterall.”

“It might be nice to live at the palace.” You cleared your throat, hoping that she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that tears still brimmed in your eyes.

“It is quite pretty, isn’t it? I’m not sure if I could stomach all of the royal duties. Waving at crowds, kissing babies, the politics within the court. How exhausting! Maybe if he’s handsome then this wouldn’t be so bad.” Joy sighed, “Y/N, how I wish you were a lady. I would rather sit with you, gossip, and share this food with you. Maybe I should have dressed you up in one of my gowns and pretended you were my cousin from out of town.”

“I’m afraid I’d be useless at one of these parties.”

“Nonsense! Didn’t I teach you to dance when we were teenagers? You know all the steps.” Something clicked in Joy’s head and she jumped. “A-ha! Y/N! I had Crystal pack an extra gown and corset in case I spilled tea on this one. After the party, let’s dress you in that! You can attend the ball with me! Not as a maid, but as a friend.”

“Miss! I don’t think that would be proper. I am only a maid and-”

“No one will recognize you! Once you put on a gown, no one will be the wiser. What do you say?”

“I’m not sure if that’s wise-”

“ALL RISE.” A voice boomed over the party.

The music and the murmur of the crowd lulled and faded out. A butler stood up a few stairs on a path towards the palace. He stood tall and held a cone in his hand in order to amplify his voice. Those who were seated scrambled to their feet, Joy included.

“I am here to announce the entrance of the Royal Prince Lee Minho! All bow!” The butler screamed into the cone. A few birds squawked and flew out of their nest that was in a tree along the back wall of the garden.

The musicians played a fanfare. You joined in bowing with all of the guests and maids at the party. The music swelled and you peeked up to see if you could catch a glimpse of the prince.

His footsteps echoed on the stone path. His pants were blindingly white but it was offset by a blood red officer's coat, adorned with a sash and multiple medals of honor. A golden circlet crown sat atop his head. His stoic face- wait.

That face.

That gait.

His cat-like eyes surveyed the crowd, taking in his subjects. Prince Minho’s shoulders were set and broad. There was no happiness in his face and, in fact, his eyes looked a little puffy as if he’d just woken up or if… he’d been crying.

His face was one you knew well. You’d know him anywhere. It would be impossible to forget the man whose cum was currently dripping down your legs.

Your stomach lurched and you could have sworn that you were going to throw up.

“Lady Joy?” You whispered.

“Hm?”

“I’ll take you up on it. I want to go to the ball.”

You looked back up at the Prince to find him staring right back at you. He showed no surprise on his face, only melancholy.

Horror settled inside you when the realization washed over your senses. Everything and nothing made sense all at once.

Prince Minho was your soulmate.

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Hey brother, I am humbly requesting a SDV Sam (or Alex) fic about the harvest festival & the fortune teller. I just think it’s a cute idea to see what the fortune teller says to Sam before/after meeting the farmer

A/N: this is such a cute idea!! Since this is more of a one shot request I can do both on this post? Hopefully by the time you see this it isn’t too far into the future!! Hopefully you enjoy how I wrote this!! Sorry it took a little while!

Genre:oneshot, fluff, some angst.

Tw:mention of death, mention of depression/insecurities, cursing, 2 mentions of the war that goes on in the game.

Wc: 0.5k for Alex / 0.5k for Sam

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Alex

Alex was never one to go visit the fortune teller. He simply doesn’t really believe in magic, or the ability to see the future. Sure, there was the weird wizard that lived near the forest, and the monsters that live in the caves, but those were just outliers and didn’t have anything to do with the general population. The first and only time he went to it as an adult, was with Haley. He hated his fortune then, it tore down all his dreams and put him into an even more insecure place than he was in before.

No mom, no dad, and aging grandparents and now the woman in the tent is telling him that his current girlfriend isn’t his soulmate or the one he will end up with, and they’re saying his gridball career won’t take off and he’s going to end up in Pelican Town for the rest of his life? Actual dogshit.

It’s his own fault that he asked in the first place, he thinks. Haley wasn’t too mad with her fortune, and she didn’t seemed all that torn up about the fortune teller saying they weren’t meant for each other. It just pissed him off even more. Did this mean they were going to break up? Should they? Did he even have to listen or believe the fortune teller? It was probably just bullshit anyways, a scam to get idiots to spend more money to find out their future because she scared them. He’s never doing the stupid fortune thing again!

“Let’s do the fortune teller!” Your eyes are shining so brightly with excitement that he can’t say no. Obviously he hates the damned scam, and he didn’t have to agree but he liked you too much to disagree with visiting the woman one last time.

You shove him inside first, already looking through your backpack for your coin bag. “You go first.”

He swallows and steps up to the woman, glaring at her openly. She makes no move to react to his obvious discontent, instead waiting for him to dish out money so she could say something else to crush his hopes and dreams. At least you’re in here with him to hear what actual bullshit this is…you’re kicked out of the tent while he’s getting his fortune read.

“Hmm…I see you in the town’s square…it looks like you’re receiving a mermaid pendant. Looks like someone wants to marry you!”

“Marriage? To who?” He hopes that it’s you. You weren’t really in a relationship right now, but he does hope that it’s you giving him that pendant.

“Hmm…you’re watching a gridball match with the other guys in town…looks fun! It seems like you’ve brought everyone together.”

“The crystal ball has moved on…I see you and the farmer. You’re laughing together on the beach, looks like you’re holding a ball. The way you’re going it looks like you two are quite close! Ah…the crystal ball has gone dim. That’s all I can do for you, young one.”

Stepping out of the tent, Alex somehow feels better. He’s going to get married at some point, and you and him are going to be on good terms for a while. Maybe the fortune teller isn’t totally uncool.

Sam

The fortune teller was one of the creepiest attractions of the fair to Sam by far. Magic was something that he thought was cool, inspiring even, but that doesn’t mean he wants anything to do with it. Him, Abigail, and Sebastian get their fortunes read every single year, paying attention to whatever has changed, what has and hasn’t come true. It’s fun and sometimes a little scary when things turn out how the fortune teller said it would.

Abigail liked it the most out of the three. The year before he meets you is the first time in a while that his fortune had changed. The woman had said specifically that “someone was coming to the valley that would bring the budding success of his music.” All he really heard then was that his music career was going to take off at some point, and that’s all he really needed to keep working towards his goal.

You hold his arm tightly as you walk around the fair along with Abigail and Sebastian. It’s your first fair since you’ve come to Pelican Town, and Sam is all too willing to show you around. Besides, Pierre was probably going to win the stupid competition, again, and he wanted to be able to support you closely. Not because he has a crush or anything (he does), he’s just a good friend! “We should show the Farmer the fortune teller! See if they get a good one or not!”

This starts your groups trip to the tent. You seem a bit anxious about getting your fortune read, so like the good friend Sam is, he offers to go first and tell everyone his fortune to show you it isn’t so bad.

The woman smiles at him as he enters, and he immediately returns her positive energy. She always said good thing(except when she predicted his father was going to be deployed because of the war) so he liked her. He paid her quickly and watched as the crystal ball begins to glow.

“I see you performing on a small stage, the person who is going to support your music career is front and center. They are going to be the reason that you are performing so passionately. They buy some of your cd’s to help support you.”

He wonders for a second if that’s you. He had been feeling a little more inspired since you came around, and you never hesitated to praise him and his music when you get a chance to listen to him play in his room. “Hmm…I see you in a big house, something is playing on the television. The children seem excited about whatever is playing, so do you and the farmer. They’re smiling so brightly at you, don’t let them lose that light.”

It absolutely has to be you. He wonders what you’re so happy about, and who the kids are. Are they your kids? Maybe his mind is going too far, especially since a relationship wasn’t mentioned.

“The crystal ball is shifting…your father returns from war. He is safe, and unharmed…but he is not the same as he was. It seems that he is unhappy…oh…”

The crystal ball grows dim, maybe the last bit wasn’t totally good, but the rest of it was. He gets to perform, and you’re there cheering him on. His heart thumps as he exits the tent and meets your eyes. The way you’re looking at him is so bright. He feels excitement full his body, he has so much to look forward to.

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Ok I think the main motif of the season 5 promo pics is supposed to be dreams/sleeping. From the simplistic nighttime aesthetic to the bedtime story-esque character promos they've been posting, and of course the icons they put with each character tying into dream meanings that line up pretty well.

From what I can gather for dream meanings:

Colin Robinson, Glasses- needing a new perspective/to see things clearly (could tie into his whole loss of childhood memory thing but thats a bit of a stretch, i think his is more literal)

Laszlo, Lute- good news from a friend you love very much but is long gone (???? Could also be more literal but if not thats very concerning)

Nadja, Crystal Ball- looking within to find your true destiny/future (she is going back to her roots and longs for a sense of purpose...)

Nandor, Swords- power and authority, or a choice you must make that could lead to either good or very bad consequences. Changes meanings depending on one's character (he is very "could be amazing or go horribly wrong depending on what he chooses to do in a given situation" kind of character)

Guillermo, Telescope/Spyglass- seeing the bigger picture, adjusting focus, or desire for someone/something that may not be right for you (yeah that sums him up to a T)

The Guide, Crescent Moon- professional growth and an increase in recognition, or an unconscious pull towards something (SHE'S MOVING UP IN THE WORLD I'm so proud of her fr!)

That all raises the question: Why a dream motif? It could be that this season deals with crushed dreams (we know that might be the case for Guillermo but that was more true for the other characters last season), or maybe there's a plotline this season that deals with dreams in the more literal sense? Does the Guide's symbol being the moon have significance, in that she has the biggest arc of the season (please let her go either full villain or full main character by the end of the season)?? Or they just liked the aesthetic, who knows. But still, much to think about...

#I'm going full conspiracy board with these promos lol #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits season 5 #colin robinson #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #the guide

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Reverse 1999 theory: Matilda's orb contains the same kind of fog as Aperion's cave

Okay, first of all, and before I start, this discussion will contain spoilers for chapters 4, 5 and the extra mini chapter, so if you haven't finished those, please do so before coming back. Okay, now on to the theory.

So, I was thinking back to the story of ch5 and about the connections to the mini story that comes afterwards, and something caught my attention. The caves in Aperion, including, the prison cell, have a kind of fog that is able to alter people's minds and give them "insights" into the truth. For example, Regulus and APPLe were able to exactly recall the distances between the planets and the Sun, solve the "Unsolvable puzzle", and deduce the existence of Ceres. Not only that, but they also "saw" Ceres in the cell.

Later on, Vertin and 37 go into the cave of truth, which is the core of the island, and 37 urges Vertin to meditate about the Storm and ask the questions she needs answers to.

Imo this is similar to what we see Matilda do in each and every divination; she'd ask the person she's with to concentrate on whatever they want answers about. Then, she'd see the answer in the fog inside the orb.

Of course, in Matilda's case, the fog isn't all around her, but safely stored inside the orb, so she'd use incense and other implements to help her reach the state of mind necessary to interpret the signs in the crystal ball. She also tells Kaalaa Bauna that divination is very similar to meditation; similarly, 37 tells Vertin that she has to close her eyes and meditate in order to reach the answer she seeks.

Now, in case you're not yet convinced, divination, in Reverse 1999, isn't exactly "telling the future", but more a means to gain insights and understandings about reality that wouldn't have been accomplished in normal circumstances, at least not in such a short amount of time. Matilda even tells us as much in one of her voice lines.

Imo this is similar to what we see happen with Regulus and APPLe in the cave; they made a deduction based on knowledge they already possessed, but they wouldn't have been able to make this deduction in other circumstances.

More so, what Matilda sees in the orb are just "omens", and she goes on to thell Sotheby that numbers, like what the inhabitants of the island see in the cave of truth, are also a kind of omens.

Having stablished this, I want to make a comparison between a conversation Sotheby and Matilda have, and something that happened in ch5. When they're looking for the missing file, Sotheby asks Matilda why doesn't she just divine the truth about the storm, and Matilda seems horrified about the idea and rejects it compleatly, saying the most likely result they'd obtain would be nothing.

She even goes as far as to say that inquiring about the Storm will only bring misfortune, and we know Matilda is actually very cautious when it comes to divination because, as she says, it can be a dangerous activity and you must always have complete control of it.

I'm not sure what would happen if she doesn't heed this advice, and tbh I don't think Matilda knows either, but she's not willing to risk it and I think it's wise for her to be cautious. Especially because of what we see happen with Vertin when she does inquire about the Storm.

After she closes her eyes, Vertin makes one question after another about the Storm, none of which would have a simple straight-forward answer, I assume.

Immediately after, the calmness of the cave is thrown into chaos and she "sees" the Gorgon current.

Then she feels the stone bangle heat up and she gets distracted to the point of being thrown out of this meditative state, which 37 warns would be a big mistake "because to Aperion this is..." and we don't get to hear the rest of what she was going to say, but it's safe to assume that interrupting this is very bad.

Now, this is just especulation, but I wonder if Vertin's complicated questions + being thrown out of the meditation, are what caused the Gorgon current to disappear, ending Aperion's exile from the outside world and allowing the planes to reach it. Though I'm sure Arcana had something to do with this as well. I assume we'll need to wait for ch6 to find out.

But of course, this is just a theory. I'd be happy to read your thoughts and opinions on it!

#reverse 1999 #matilda bouanich #vertin #37 #theory #discussion

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Who does Saiki end up with?

5 Reasons to prove that Saiki ends up with Teruhashi.

This is a long post because I explain everything in one post. Saiki K maybe too japanese, but it doesn't matter if you open your mind. After you read this, you can't deny that Saiki will marry to Teruhashi because she is his only future wife.

I have just finished Saiki K anime (because someone recommended it last month, January 2023). English isn't my first language, but I hope I can explain why they will end up together. I hope it is not too late to write about this.

I will type Kusuo, Kokomi (Teruhashi), Miko (Aiura) and Reita.

1. Kusuo´s type

As we can see, in the beginning, he thinks girls will give up on him in a short time and find a new love.

Chapter 0.2

The same as Yumehara, who gave up on Kusuo easily and he said that's way too fast.

But Kokomi will never changed her feelings for Kusuo and that's why he says offu. (His face looks like he did not mean to say offu out loud). Chapter 214

(Explain: Kusuo asked Miko´s help to stop Kokomi from being Gyaru. Miko accidentally tell Kokomi what kind of girl Kusuo likes and tell her to find another man, but Kokomi just listens only to Kusuo´s type. She knows if she stays true to herself, and she will never change her feelings no matter what. She knows one day (just a matter of time) her effort will melt his heart. That's why he said offu.

It is actually his type of girl he likes because Miko´s prediction is 100% accurate. Well, I think he might regret to reveal that because Kokomi will never give up. Kokomi is invincible, he always says that before. And yes, his heart begins to melt because of her (This is the reason why he feels nervous to be with Kokomi alone in chapter 216 because he is afraid that he will have a feeling for her, and he begins to say we are invincible in chapter 218).

Ps. Offu means Oh! (my understanding). It can be positive or negative depends on situation.)

Ps2. Man i manga like to use his hand and cover his mouth when he is blushing. But I don't think Saiki is blushing. He doesn't want her to know yet (save for the last, Huh?).

2. God helps them to be together.

I wonder why God (Asō sensei) always helps Kusuo and Kokomi to be together because I thought Kusuo was Miko´s soulmate. But he is not.

Miko said her soulmate is a student in PK academy and has the initials about s.k. Reita´s name 「鳥」 tori 「束」 tsuka. 「束」 contains s and k, which means to bind/bundle (to be possessed (by a ghost).

Ps. Toritsuka Reita 鳥束零太(とりつか • れいた) is from 取り憑かれた (とりつかれた/toritsukareta), means to be processed. A spirit medium is 「霊媒」 (れいばい/reibai).

Ps．相卜命　(あいうら・みこと) Aiura Mikoto. Her name means fortune telling from 相 appearance (example face), 卜 predicting a future (example using crystal ball to predict a future) and 命 (personal) life (example date of birth). When I hear the word “Miko” 「みこ」 I think of this Miko 「巫女」 → shrine maiden, shaman because of her ability that predicts the future.

Initials can also be nicknames. Reita is a sidekick. He is in the psychic trio at the PK academy and in Japanese (psychics) サイキックス saikikkusu (initial s.k.k.s as Miko says about sk or ks) and psykicker(s) サイキッカーズ Saikik kā(zu) which has initial s.k. I think this is the answer as the picture below.

Miko said that her soulmate has pink hair and has some crazy abilities (a Spirit Medium)

Chapter 73 and the last volume

(Explaination: This means that Asō sensei have given a hint who else has pink hair and made this storyline since chapter 73 or before. And the picture from the last volume (Japanese tradition, is also a hint about who ends up with whom.) If I didn’t see that Reita has pink hair, I thought Kusuo was Miko’s soulmate.

I think Aiura and Reita have spent time together (as a friend? I don't know) and Saiki just ignores them (season 2 ep 24).

(Explanation: This scene does not appear in the manga. Appears only in the anime. We can see Reita holding Mikoto´s shoulder and saying "Don't run away. I can't deal with him myself". That means he needs Miko´s help. Reita did not ask Kusuo about it and Kusuo didn't interfere with them.

I have to be direct here. What did Reita say? It was a pick-up line indirect way. When boys and girls in manga or in reality have to confess, they need to be brave to say it, but some wants to just say it in an indirect way. Example in the picture below.

"If you don't come home with me" later on, he means he wants her to be his wife and comes home with him. A strange pick up line, but what Reita says is a hint from sensei. Even though Miko seems uncomfortable, but she doesn't hate Reita. For a westerner, it might be ok to hold friend like that, but i am not a westerner. If a man (who i don't have feelings for) holds me like that, I will push him away.If Kokomi feels uncomfortable, Kusuo will say something. Unlike in this situation, Kusuo just ignores them. Don't forget that he can read minds.

We don't see Reita and Mikoto in a romantic situation. Only when they share the same room at the hotel. (maybe they don't have enough money or there is no more available room - irony) Just fight and make arguments like some couples in manga.

If my man blames me that he has to wait for me in the same hotel room with woman-friend. She told him to take a bath which he did. She moved the beds, but he didn’t move the beds back. This is me, me, me, me, me and me.

Please remember the main focus character is Kusuo, not them and that's why we don't see that. But Asō sensei just wants to add this scene and it means a hint. It is pretty clear to me in the picture of the last volume who ends up with whom).

Plus, Kusuo doesn´t buy soulmate and no boy love. He admits that he is a tsundere.

「ツンデレ歴はアンタのほうが長いからな」 → “You‘ve been a tsundere longer than me.”

「今回は僕がデレてやるよ」　→ “I’ll be the one to be the ‘dere’ side this time.”

ps. Tsun is saying/acting cold and don´t care that opposite of his feeling. You can see Kusuo`s grandpa act like he doesn't care, being cold in front of Kusuo, but his acting is different when he is in another room alone.

‘dere’ = be nice, warm, in this context for grandpa can be care, kind and nice, but for couple = love, nice, kind, care

Explain:

At the end grandpa and Kusuo wanted to be ’dere‘, but they are being ‘tsun’ to each other because they are tsundere in front of the one they like.

Ps. I have seen manga and anime. Kusuo is being ‘dere’ just only one girl, Kokomi of course in the way she is never known or noticed.

So, here I will explain when he is being a tsundere in no. 3

Please remember, Kusuo never shows his inner thought like his grandpa who is a tsundere as pictures below (Kusuo is also a tsundere). That´s mean what he says or acts, it´s not always true.

3. Kusuo starts to like Kokomi. There are many reasons that he won´t fell in love with her in the beginning.

Kusuo knows that Kokomi is beautiful, but he won´t fall for that because of his power that he can read her mind and know who she really is, and he has an x-ray version to see through everybody in just a few second.

He doesn’t want to associate with Kokomi because she is at the top of pyramid, and he doesn’t like to stand out in the whole series. I mean all he cares about, is a normal average teenager (not to stand out and not be a loser). The power makes him special.

He uses his power to stop and avoid every girl and make them to give up on him. So, he never has a chance to experience romance.

Besides, Kusuo doesn't know about love yet. The same as Kokomi who wasn’t sure that she liked Kusuo in the beginning.

However, Kusuo can´t stop or avoid Kokomi, because God always helps her. (I can see Kokomi is author´s favorite female character here). These situations give him chances to get to know the real Kokomi. She changes her attitude about getting married with the rich guy and she never ever sway her heart. She always has the feeling for Kusuo and never change her feeling. And throughout the series she proves herself from being a bad girl to a (slightly – I think) nice girl like her name.

PS. Kokomi 「心美」　心 (heart) 美 (beautiful) = beautiful heart.

「ここみ」 Kokomi may comes from 心を読みます or 心読み (こころをよみます/kokoro (w)o yomimasu) → read minds/minds reading. Normally, read minds 「心を読む」 kokoro (w)o yomu.　

Let´s take a look at timeline of Kusuo. Saiki x Teruhashi. I will divide into 3 parts.

The first part: Chapter 0 – 181: he tries to avoid her and has no feeling for her. He is not interested in relationships.

These chapters show Kusuo´s expressions: stress, uncomfortable, awkward, tired, etc with Kokomi. He has no feelings for her. Please remember chapter 108 he means Kokomi is “troublesome/annoy no.4 the most dangerous of them all. 「忘れてたもっとも危険で煩わしい四号を」(wazurawashī – troublesome/annoy)

If you ask me the reason why he jumps out of window is because of gag manga. The same as Ranma. Both of them have instinkt to warn them from danger and avoid it, but he can't. It´s kind of funny for Japanese. Please don't take it seriously.

Anyways, there are three chapters in this timeline. The author shows that Kusuo has a romantic side that he is not aro or ace. (Saiki k is not hentai or shōjo and that's why it has a romance in funny way). These three chapters make me think that Kusuo is interesting in Kokomi.

Chapter 38 - Kokomi threw away the chocolate that she would give to him, but he accepts it.

I mean Kusuo accepts chocolate because he doesn’t hate Kokomi that much. He knows about romance (who doesn´t know about valentine´s day, besides Reita asks him about how many chocolates he will get today), and he can read mind what Kokomi thinks of him. The author's purpose is to show that he is kind of interesting in Kokomi. Kusuo never gets chocolate from the other girls. Kaidou throws away chocolate from Nendou and he will not eat it. This is not a joke for Kaidou, even they are friends, but he won’t eat it.

Chapter 131 – the second confession. The first confession, Kusuo looks awkward, but the second confession, he is blushing. I can see this as tsundere – He says something not nice (tsun) which is different from his face expression (blushing – “dere”). Btw, blushing is blushing. It is not embarrassing. There is a picture above showing he is embarrassing in chapter 227, and next to that picture Kusuo is blushing and grandpa says Kusuo is happy.

Chapter 161.5 - Indirect kiss (appears in romantic manga). Kusuo takes her smoothies and drinks it. He smiles at Kokomi when she notices that there is less drink than before. In this chapter I know for sure that he is a tsundere.

The second part: Chapter 182 – 203: Kusuo is more open to Kokomi and respects her feelings.

Chapter 182: At the mixer, Kusuo felt guilty that he used a dirty plan to get rid of Kokomi. And from this chapter Kusuo is more open to Kokomi because he feels ashamed of what he did to Kokomi. He owned her a lot. These three guys are not deserving her because these guys did not pay attention to Chiyo without Kusuo´s power.

Explain: Even though Kokomi is having a good time, she still thinks of having Kusuo with her and makes him smile. Why does he help her? I did say he feels guilty about his plan to sway Kokomi´s heart, but Kokomi sways Kusuo´s heart instead and Kusuo smiles. The reason is because of his type. The girl who never waivers, stays true to herself. That´s why Kusuo stops his plan and says to these guys “I can´t give her to any of you”. If this Shoujo manga, the man who acts like this and says no one can have Kokomi, he is a tsundere and jealous. So, Kokomi sways his heart. From this chapter, Kusuo is more open to Kokomi´s feelings. He respects her feelings and does not avoid her.

He looks away while his friends are greeting Kokomi in chapter 189. Kusuo is angry at Takahashi that he ignores Kusuo and he still makes an angry face when Kokomi asks him to be her art partner, but Kusuo does not refuse to be her art partner (chapter 197). He does not use his power to avoid being with Kokomi in chapter 202 unlike chapter 55. Kusuo looks unhappy.

Explain: If you think Kusuo can´t communicate with Kokomi that he does not want to be with her. The question is he can´t or he doesn´t want to?

He looks unhappy but is he unhappy? This is typical tsundere (act different from his feeling). He has a power if he doesn´t want to be with her, he can use his power to switch his name when Kokomi draws a lottery like in chapter 55. This means he acts unhappy (tsun), but his feeling is ok to be with Kokomi (dere) chapter 202.

The third part: Chapter 204 – 281. Kusuo is being ‘dere’ 「デレ」 to Kokomi

Kusuo did promise that he wouldn´t buy a present for Kokomi, but he did it anyway. He buys it and takes it home, and then switches the present. He will buy something for Mera because he feels sorry for Mera´s family and poverty: he has empathy, this is sweet (chapter 240). But why did he buy a present for Kokomi? They are not that poor and promises in Japan should not be broken, unless it is important. Does Kusuo do this to help Makoto (Kusuo does not like him) or does Kusuo care about Kokomi? He wants Kokomi to be happy with the present. She doesn't even know if it is from him (chapter 204).

Explain: He bought the gift (dere) but does not tell her (says no in the beginning, seems he does not care - tsun). This is unlike Mera. He’ll buy food in the canteen and give to her. I don’t think he’ll give her a present in secret; being tsundere.

Chapter 214 - This chapter Kusuo says Offu (opens his mouth and says). This chapter he could pretend that Miko was his girlfriend, but he didn’t do it. He cares about Kokomi and says "Hope nothing happen").

Chapter 242 - He carries Kokomi to infirmary in front of people. Kokomi tried so hard to be kindness and popular. Saiki could use power to save her, but no one deserve Kokomi. No one noticed how tried she was. Just only him noticed her. His feeling are angry to those boys.

I know Kusuo likes Kokomi for sure in this chapter. Kusuo came to save Kokomi without thinking about himself. I mean Kusuo has power. He can use it and there are many different ways to help Kokomi with his power. He can use the power to pull her before she falls to the ground (see the way he helps chiyo in the picture) and let those men carry kokomi to the infirmary. Do you think that the author wants to show that Kusuo does this because Kusuo and Kokomi are just friends? No.

Asō sensei wants us to think that Kusuo forgets himself about being a standout when it is about Kokomi.

This is a kind of typical romance manga where the guy helps the woman in a situation. Some guy doesn’t know his feelings yet, but his action proves that he has feelings for her. And the way he carries her. It is not normal for Kusuo. Carries a woman in front of others (Draw attention).

Kusuo looses control of being himself at that time (helps kokomi in front of others). We can see that in this chapter both Kusuo and kokomi have their own priority (Kusuo – avoid stand out, Kokomi – being popular). But they choose each other over their own priority. (Kokomi says sorry to the boys when they want her to talk with them -she chooses kusuo).

These actions are ‘dere’. He is being ‘dere’ in the way she doesn’t see it because she is unconscious. If Kokomi didn’t ask her classmates, she would not know.

When Kokomi runs to him, he says “Yare Yare” with a small sweat drop. But chapter 280. Kusuo has a small sweat drop and explains the reason he doesn´t want to be with Kokomi because of being a standout.

This action calls “tsun”. He has a power. He knows that Kokomi finds out that he helps her. He did not jump out of window. He did not teleport or hide himself from her, but he says yare yare and his face does not match his action. He walks and then waits for her when she calls him.

He is a tsundere because he doesn't admit that he cares about her. chapter 260

Chapter 279

What is the reason he had to go back in time, and what he did, made his friends not remember about hugging, many Kusuo´s (the power) and confession. Kusuo knows that his friends will accept him for who he is (he has a power). His friends don´t forcing him to tell his secret and they can wait if he wants to talk to. They don´t care if Kusuo has a secret and continues being his friend. So, the power is not the reason he went back in time and wipes his friends´ memory about it. Kusuo said that he felt bad about Chiyo´s confession. I mean he does not need to go back in time, just put the device on to seal his power and say to his friends about the power, but he went back in time anyway. Well, the reason is not about the power and the confession. So, there is only one thing left. What is the worth for Kusuo then?

The pictures show that Reita, Kusuo and Miko stand next to each other, but his friend asked where Kusuo would go. If Kusuo, Reita and Miko disappear together, they will mention their names. That means Kusuo went back in time one day alone. He didn´t take Reita and Miko with him because of the butterfly effect. He could manage this alone after he knew what and where was going to happen.

Think about what Kokomi said "stayed with me". I think it's a hint from Asō sensei. It appears after Miko says your friends will still accept you and he says yeah. Kokomi says (I combine 2 situations) Kusuo could read Kokomi's thoughts (what she thinks when she sees they are hugging) and he still stayed with Kokomi.

I mean, I did mention chapter 214 when she saw Miko with Kusuo, and Kusuo cares about Kokomi´s feeling. He doesn't want to hurt her feelings about hugging either, and he is not the type of the person who would try to explain to her about it.

Well, Kusuo doesn't hate Miko when she hugs him, but it is pretty clear to me that he chooses to stay with Kokomi over Miko. He risked his life for Kokomi, so she wouldn’t remember about hugging. That's why he went back in time and that's why Miko did appear just two panels in the next and last two chapters (chapter 280 and 281).

This chapter is the last chapter in weekly magazine (Shōnen Jump). Asō sensei had to write two more chapters (280 and 281) and made a new ending because it´s not enough pages to make the book (have to be the same thick as vol. 1-25). These two chapters published in Shueisha's Jump GIGA. For those who think Kusuo will die after the meteor. Well, the author wanted chapter 279 was the true ending (happy ending) which proved that Kusuo survived and his power wasn't gone. The author means chapter 280 and 281 are unnecessary and pointless. (but for me, the author made it´s clear that Kusuo ends up with Kokomi in chapter 281)

Read Asou sensei´s afterword 1 and 2 under.

chapter 280

He can't control himself and continues staring at her face for about a 0.5 minute after losing his power. His face is very close to hers (less than 5 or 10 cm). He got caught (seems nervous or worried). He falls for her charm and beauty, otherwises he won't stare at her for so long.

Later, he doesn't want to be in Kokomi's group because he doesn't want standing out. (Well, he's not ready for troublesome things yet.)

Explain the pictures

ろくでなしBLUES is the first manga that I know about author´s hint from the last volume. The ending, two boxers are on boxing ring. The readers don't know who the winner is, but the picture from the last volume shows who is the winner.

うる星やつら Urusei Yatsura (gag manga the same as Saiki k) - The ending is quite the same as Kusuo. The woman, Lum wants Ataru to say love, but in the end Ataru says he will say it on his deathed (Ataru is a tsundere til the end). Kusuo is also a tsundere and the author won't let us see the moment Kusuo says offu in front of Kokomi in the way that she knows it, but the author shows Kusuo smiles instead. He did say in one chapter he refuses to say offu even he is kokomi´s boyfriend (typical tsundere).

The picture from last volume shows who (mostly, the main characters – Japanese tradition; hints from the author) ending with whom. Kokomi´s holdes Kusuo´s shoulder is from the cover, but I have to remove the front cover from the book as in the picture. This is the hint from the author, but Asō sensei does not show it in the front cover. He gives us many hints and we have to find the easter egg.

The first day Kusuo and Kokomi met and talked, Kusuo did not let´s kokomi touch him. But in the end, he is totally fine.

Chapter 281 - The ending Kusuo says

“So, my life in peace 「平穏」 is over now, but I actually feel that´s not bad at all. Perhaps, I like to deal with hassles (めんどくさい　mendokusai) after all”.

When I heard it, I think of the word 「穏便」 in chapter 181

「僕は面倒なく穏便にすませたいだけだ」 → I wanna calm down/settle down peacefully without trouble), 「穏便」 uses in the context to settle peacefully and carefully without causing trouble. Kusuo means Kokomi's romance is a trouble for him.

Ps. When he say trouble 「面倒」 mendō or めんどくさい　mendokusai - the same word), he says in two chapter: 279 and 181. Not in chapter 108.

Kusuo calls his friends "troublesome" in chapter 279/ season 3 ep 2. 面倒な奴らだ全く。 But he can be with them I mean they don’t ruin his peaceful life). He is not honest. He smiles and says friends are troublesome (He is being tsundere). He is kind of thank his friends not forcing him to tell the secret, accept him and still be his friend (dere side). That means he did not mean his friends are troublesome.

That´s why the last chapter his words refers to Kokomi only. He changes his mind (opposite from chapter 181) and says bye to his peaceful life and he likes troublesome. (Ready for troublesome things)

Asou sensei shows on twitter that Kusuo startled when he heard someone calls Kokomi´s name. Kokomi says she has not make Kusuo says offu yet. Do sth, God. So, Kusuo smiles. (Well, Kokomi sways his heart once and makes him smile (chapter 182) and she did it again. Her effort melts his heart finally). First, he doesn’t want powers, but Kokomi words is one of the reasons that drives him to accept his power and ends his peaceful life.

Ps. When Kusuo talks about God, he refers to Asō sensei who helps Kokomi, but when his friends talk about God, Kusuo refers himself as a God. Example Saiko´s ship episode: God likes Kokomi and he says it's impossible. The ending when Kokomi says do sth, God. Kusuo grabs glasses and says he is a psychic.

The quote in the end “So, my life in peace is over now, but I actually feel that´s not bad at all. Perhaps, I like to deal with hassles (Kokomi´s romance and love effort) after all”.

This is not offu (he mentioned that even he is her boyfriend, he won't say offu. He is a tsundere like Ataru that will say on his death). However, this is a kind of confession because Kokomi said she hasn’t make Kusuo say offu yet. Kusuo heard it and smiled. Then he said he liked to deal with the trouble. Both chapter 279 and 281 shows that Kusuo chooses Kokomi and has feeling for her.

I personally like the ending of chapter 279 more than chapter 281 because I don´t need to find what is the trouble for him.

What happens next?

Being with a tsundere you have to be patient and understanding. Kusuo will be more open like his grandfather in chapter 183. He asks Kusuo to do what he wants. From the quote at the end, he sure be more opened. This relation will work eventually.

4. Kusuo´s reaction (He treats Kokomi special than the other friends. Like a girlfriend or couple). Of course, he loves her.

Ps. you can find more reactions in another post.

5. Asō sensei has a plan that Kusuo ends up with Kokomi from the beginning. Please respect that.

The ending cover & pic next to it (Reita and Kusuo has the same hair color), the 2nd popularity poll, the hairstyle, match color, the dolls represents the one you have feeling for, the author and his wife

The author plans since beginning that Kusuo and Kokomi have the same birthday month (August 6 and 16: Leo). Miko and Reita also have the same birthday month (September 7 and September 10: Virgo). Saiki's father x mother and grandpa x grandma have the same birthday month. The first name of Saiki´s family begins with k and Kokomi's name begins with K.

Kokomi began to talk to Kusuo and has the feeling for him on her birthday. She asked (God) for a decent man and saw Kusuo. Kusuo´s father asks God about a nice girlfriend for his son, and Kokomi appears. Asō sensei likes this couple very much. He planned on sending them to each other since beginning.

Throughout the series, we can see the romantic moments and development of their characters and personalities. For example, chocolate on valentine´s day, indirect kiss, holding Kokomi in front of people.

The author changed Kokomi's hairstyle like his wife's, and he tweeted that Kusuo´s tie and Kokomi´s sweater were the same color in 2022, even Kokomi didn’t win the vote. She was the only one girl in the choices. (Who cares. He likes Kokomi. The match color is common for couples because even my husband's tie matched my dress when we attended the party). Celebrating 5 years, Kokomi´s dress and Kusuo`s tie has match color and duet song, Kusuo´s shirt and Kokomi´s dress is blue and white while Miko’s dress is red. If Kusuo´s pants are red, I'll say it a 50 50, but Kusuo and Kokomi always have match color Kokomi wins 100%(Match color is not in the storyline, and I think it's more like they are a couple after destroying meteor/the story-end). Don't you think Asō sensei didn’t plan on Saiki x Teruhashi?

Kokomi is his favourite female charater and God (Asō sensei) loves her. His wife (Furukawa Mirin) is talented and beautiful (like Kokomi, I guess his type). Kokomi is the main female character and has a lot of airtime. She has a big aura (giantic wings with black and white feathers: dark and bright side, no one 100% good/perfect), but her aura is smaller than Kusuo. I guess her guardian spirit is Asō sensei (not dead, but helps Kokomi a lot to be with Kusuo than other woman). So, he plans Kusuo x Kokomi from the beginning (birthday month, etc and look at his picture again above - look alike Kusuo) and he makes Kusuo x Kokomi happen at the end of this manga (you can read chapter 279 and 281).

The first popularity poll (from the reader) Kusuo won the 1st place, but Kokomi did not get the 2nd place, so Asō sensei asked his acquaintance (friends, family, colleagues, etc) for the second popularity poll (total 46 ppl). Seems like he wants Kusuo and Kokomi to win. When Kusuo and Kokomi get 1st and 2nd place, Asō sensei draws crowns to them like the prince/king and princess/queen on the coloring pages. Alt Asou sensei did, shows/proves that He is the most powerful SaiTeru and no one can beat him.

The pictures from the anime. Only Kokomi holds Kusuo doll and Mera holds food which represents what they like (author's drawing). Kusuo and Kokomi are holding each other's doll (the name of the episodes). Same post, same background, but different color. Kusuo is just holding a girl doll (Kokomi). Asō sensei didn't draw these pictures, but he won't let Kusuo hold the other girl's doll other than Kokomi to avoid misunderstanding who Kusuo ends up with. (No fan service for AiSai)

Well, the picture from the last volume is pretty clear to me that Saiki Kusuo ends up with Teruhashi Kokomi. Kokomi holds him on the shoulder (picture from last volume) like Reita holds Miko´s shoulder (season 2 ep 24). Kokomi's hair drops down on Kusuo´s shoulder. That means they stand very closed. Kokomi's brother looks at them with a smile (not siscon anymore) and Chiyo looks at Kokomi with a smile. They are happy for them.

Many people think Kusuo and Kokomi are just friends because in some cultures friends can hug and share drinks. But that does not mean that all cultures are the same. Don't forget Kusuo's personality and character, Asō sensei has shown Kusuo getting hugs from Nendou, Kokomi and Miko, but Kusuo has never given a hug to anyone except Kokomi. He never shares a drink with anyone other than Kokomi. Kusuo treats Kokomi specially than the other friends as a couple or a girlfriend. This is the point Asō sensei has made in the series. He plans Kusuo x Kokomi in the beginning: At Christmas, Kusuo expects Kokomi as a girl to visit his house instead of Nendou. It means that Kusuo is interested in girls. The author always gives them chances to be together and lets them know each other and develop feelings. Kusuo didn't have a feeling for her in the beginning, but the author shows that Kusuo has a feeling for Kokomi and he chooses her at the end either 279 or 281. Every hint that Asō sensei shows/gives (for who Kusuo ends up with) only points to Kokomi. He never ever plans that Kusuo ends up alone or someone else except Kokomi, see the picture from cover of the last volume that I have to remove the plastic cover. It confirms Saiki Kusuo ends up with Teruhashi Kokomi. That means Kusuo is going to get married to Kokomi because she is his only one possible wife.

I dont need to root/cheer this ship because it's already canon.

~/) /) ~ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ( •-• ) ~ ❤️Saiki x Teruhashi❤️ TeruSai/SaiTeru❤️ /づづ ~ ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

Thanks for reading 😊

Update 25 august 2023

For those who read this, I know about this from the first day I watch anime and then read manga. I think it’s the time to reveal this lovely easter egg, because it’s almost September.

When Nendou writes his career survey about his plan after graduation in charter 265. (Ps. Nendo can’t write kanji)

1st choice「はしもとかんなとけっこん」→ married to Hashimoto Kanna (she starred as Kokomi in live action).

2nd choice 「かやのあいとけっこん」→ married to Kayano Ai (Kokomi’s voice in anime)

3rd choice 「ガッキーとけっこん」 → married to Gakki (Aragaki Yui: not relate to Saiki k).

But in anime s.3 ep.1, Asō sensei changed no.3 to でんぱぐみのだれか(とけっこん) → Married someone in Dempagumi(.inc). Netflix doesn’t translate the texts in anime.

This episode was on aired in December 2018 (Japan) and March 2019 (Netflix). I think he proposed marriage to his wife, Furukawa Mirin, an idol. The author announced they decided to get married in September 2019 on twitter. Some idols and singers have contracts about no romances. I don’t know how long they’ve been together because of his wife is an idol, but obviously, before Saiki K ended. The hairstyle, the marriage proposal, dempagumi.inc sings Saiki k anime songs.

This makes me really like Saiki x Teruhashi even more when I saw this scene 🥰. The author changed one scene for Furukawa-san, and it’s in Saiki K forever. He is really sweet ❤️. In the author eyes, his wife is perfect, the most beautiful and talented like Kokomi. Without a doubt, Saiki married to Teruhashi.

Ps. About the popularity poll, normally the votes are from the reader, but i LMAO when I know he asks family, friends, his acquaintances for the votes (he can insist them to vote who he wants - who knows, it’s typical Japanese) and just for 46 votes he draws Saiki x Teruhashi who’s got 1st and 2nd place with the crowns on the coloring page ❤️🥰.

Extra credit and special thanks to jujus-stuff 🥰 who left the comment and explained about aro ace (which I still don’t know the meaning 😅) on my tumblr ❤️

Yess!!! Agreed with everything. Btw, i still think Saiki is aro or ace, or both, who knows, but, just to add something: Ace people can also fall in love, it's just more hard to happen, but It happens!! Btw, let's read the definition of being an Aromantic Person: A person who is aromantic experiences little to no romantic attraction to persons of any gender. People who are aromantic also lack interest in having romantic relationships. Romantic attraction refers to a desire to have emotional contact and interaction with a partner, while the definition of a romantic relationship can vary depending on the individual. ALT. Also, being an aromantic person myself, i've Fell in love only one time, it wasn't mutual but the feeling is valid, and so is my romantic spectrum. Still, i have more to say, since it's an spectrum, Saiki can feel or not romantic feelings, but, hence the informartions above, i have to say, Teruhashi is Saiki's romantic interest. Have this said, i think since we can say that Saiki is/can be aromantic/asexual/aroace the feelings that he has for Kokomi turns out to be even more special❣️❤️ That's it, i hope i've added more important informartions . So Bye bye❣️❣️

#terusai #saiteru #saiki x teruhashi #saiki no psi nan #teruhashi kokomi #kokomi teruhashi #saiki kusuo

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Disney: Psychic s/o with Jafar, Ursula, & Rapunzel

Request: "Hi, Hope your day is going well! Sorry if this sounds a little weird but could I request the same Headcanons about the physic s/o with Jafar, Ursula & Rapunzel?" by @underqualified-human

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Ursula

OOOOOOHHHHh

If you didn't catch her interest before, you defiantly did now.

Sure, she's always had that crystal ball and Flotsam and Jetsam, but that was different.

She couldn't see the future for herself without a little help.

You could.

She's more curious as to how you developed this ability, and even more so after hearing that you were born with it.

With you by her side, she'd be unstoppable.

Well, she thought that she would be.

"Angel fish, why not?"

"Nothing good comes of it."

"Well, we just gotta change your perspective, 'cause I can think of a whole lot of good thing that would come of it."

"...Urs- I can't." You sighed, "I promised myself this."

So, this was it. You knew it.

As much as you loved Ursula, she was always looking out for herself.

Dating someone who had psychic powers but didn't use them when she wanted them to? Instant breakup.

You were already ramping yourself up for her harsh words and for your lonely swim home.

"I think that I get it." Ursula shrugged, "Kind of." Ursula remembers the not-so-fond days of Morgana's and her competitions over potions and spells to impress her mother. It almost killed her love for magic. Almost. "Now, tell Flotsam and Jetsam to get going. Triton isn't going to stay out in the open forever!"

Jafar

Very curious as to how your psychic abilities work.

Mostly for his benefit, but also as someone interested in sorcery.

Get ready for some questions, experiments, and tests.

Definitely wants to test the limits of your power.

Pre and post genie Jafar utilize your powers.

He had all of these plans for you.

With his sorcery and your Psychic ability, you'd be unstoppable.

"Well, uh, I don't really use it."

What?

"You-" Jafar paused, "You don't use it??!"

"Yeah. I've had some really bad visions and I an afraid to get more of those."

He simply can not comprehend why you don't utilize this amazing power.

Until he caught you one night, sobbing and shaking over a vision that he finally sort of understood why you found your power a curse.

Since then, he did not push as hard for you to use your psychic abilities.

Well, as much.

Jafar was still power hungry, so he very much so pestered you about using your ability.

The only thing that changed was that when you said no, he did less bitching, moaning, and complaining, which you appreciated.

Rapunzel

Very happy to not be the only one with some type of supernatural ability, even if she currently does not have that ability.

You guys sometimes playfully fight over who has that cooler ability.

Rapunzel is dead set on that you have the cooler ability.

She asks questions about how it works and what it feels like.

But, she is quickly sadden when you tell her the immense anxiety you feel with every bad vision you get.

Rapunzel may have had a bad experience using her power, but in general, her healing powers are a good thing.

And Rapunzel views them as so.

So, she can't imagine what it must be like to have this ability but for it to cause you so much trumoil and pain.

SUPPORTIVE AF

Rapunzel is there whenever you need her to be, always ready to take you away and distract you if needed.

"Need a hug?"

"Why don't we talk a stroll around the castle?

"I think that there are some cookies in the kitchen. I can grab us some."

You appreciate it, of course, especially since Rapunzel is always down to have the big feelings talk about it.

"How are you doing?" Rapunzel asked, taking your hand in hers.

"....Better." You sighed, "Or at least better than before."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Rapunzel asked. "I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

"....yea, kind of." You said, "Is that okay?"

"Of course, it is. I'm always here for you."

#disney villains #disney princesses #disney aladdin #disney little mermaid #tangled #disney tangled #disney jafar #disney ursula #disney rapunzel #disney x reader #disney headcanons #jafar x reader #ursula x reader #rapunzel x reader

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creative-soul-22 · 8 months

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Why Madame Leota is charging $3 in “Haunted Mansion” and why it's probably anything but “highway robbery”.

"I can show you what happened but it will cost you $3." "What? That’s highway robbery!”

We know this scene from 2023's Haunted Mansion. Madame Leota demands $3 from the "Dream Team" consisting of Gabby, Ben, Father Kent, Bruce and Harriet in payment for her help, and Bruce accuses her of highway robbery. In the trailer, Madame Leotas lets out an indignant "Who said that?" not long in coming, in the film she leaves this accusation unanswered. Of course I laughed at this scene both in the cinema and during the trailer.

But then a thought got stuck in my head:

What if it's anything but highway robbery? What if the claim is justified?

So, let's collect all the information about Madame Leota's previous life and put it together like a puzzle to form a picture.

First of all, let's see how this lady dresses. Namely like this:

A lavish robe that makes her look almost regal. And who knows, maybe she is also a member of a royal family but was banished from there because of her skills as a medium and her great power? This regalia is a good expression of her power, wealth and influence. And it has to, because only then does Madame Leota appear authentic. Especially considering her clientele. This is the only way she can give the impression of being truly powerful. This is the only way for her customers to take her seriously, appreciate and respect her as a medium.

And that brings us to the next point. Her power. On the one hand she is powerful because she is a really powerful medium, her powers to communicate with the dead, hold seances and see into the future(?) are very strong. So she is a master of her craft, not a swindler but really a real powerful medium. Perhaps even the most powerful in the United States, if not the world.

But that's not the only reason she has so much power.

In the film it is mentioned that rich people and royals often approached her, that she was a frequent guest of royal families and rich people. So her clientele is the most powerful in a society, those with the most money or those with the most power. Now if we consider that she offers séances and communication with the deceased and thus also does grief work and that her clients turn to her in grief and pain, one can imagine the great influence she has on her clients. And, as already mentioned, her customers are kings and rulers and very wealthy people like William Gracey. So also people with a lot of power and influence.

And that brings us to the next point: her wealth. When you have clients of such great wealth, you don't have to starve yourself. She can charge prices that normal people cannot afford. Firstly because of the clientele she serves, but also because of her power. The quality of the product makes the price, the price makes who can afford the product. In short, Madame Leota is the Rolls Royce of mediums. A luxury brand. Madame Leota stands for good quality. This lady keeps what she promises.

And that brings us to her popularity, partly because her customers are well-known themselves, but also because she's really very powerful. Word gets around. So of course Harriet is a big Madame Leota fan, because she looks up to her, hoping to one day be as famous and powerful as she is. So Madame Leota is still well known in her branch more than 100 years after her sudden disappearance. So she was once someone of rank and fame.

And then she gets trapped in the crystal ball. So all of a sudden she is no longer able to leave the house, which means that people have to come to her. Then it's like she's not going to be trapped in the crystal ball in her own home. It's at William Gracey's house, while she's away. But not everyone knows that. In addition, from the outside, things look mysterious: William Gracey is dead, the arsenic bottle is lying next to him. To a police officer who might be investigating this (if anyone calls the police at all, or if a police officer happens to stray there), it looks like Gracey has poisoned himself (which he has). But if it turns out that a Madame Leota was in the house (because she went missing, for example) and her cane is found next to Gracey's body, which of course contains her fingerprints (or not because of the gloves), but with Madame Leota nowhere to be found, one might assume that she is either gone or killed and her body gone. No one would know that Leota is in her crystal ball, and if the hatboxghost immediately put her in the trunk and hid her in the attic right away, then the chances of being found are zero. So Leota is presumed dead or at least just forgotten at some point as no one ever hears from her again. A medium that no one knows anymore because everyone has forgotten it or thinks it is dead no longer has any customers. Of course she can no longer spend the money without hands, it is no longer of any use to her. So, in an instant, she went from a medium that is loved, respected, rich and powerful to a head in a crystal ball that no one knows anymore, who can no longer travel to the customers, who no longer can use the money she has.

As a result, prices drop drastically. It's just bad for business being a medium stuck in your own crystal ball.

But that's not the only reason she charges $3. Now let's take a look at the situation in which the “dream team” mentioned at the beginning finds itself: The situation is becoming increasingly threatening. If they want to survive, they need to find out what happened so they know what to do, and more importantly, what the hatboxghost wants. He wants to lock 1000 souls in the mansion so that he becomes omnipotent. Grief makes one vulnerable to its manipulations. Hatties power is strongest when the moon is full. A bancurse can banish him back to where he came from.

They receive all this information from Madame Leota. So she has essential information on how to survive the hatboxghost. William Gracey can't tell them for various reasons, so he just writes down for them: "Talk to Leota." So without Madame Leota, our dream team would be in quite a fix.

And since Madame Leota doesn't know our dream team at the beginning and still thinks of herself as a lady and medium, but really wants to help, she offers her help at a fair price: 3$.

So the price is a combination of the fact that Leota is not anymore what she used to be, the willingness to help, the importance of her information and the fact that even after all these years her services still aren’t free.

But since she really wants to help, she doesn't protest when she doesn't receive her $3, knowing that the dream team is in a predicament and won't survive if she doesn't give them the information. $3 or not.

So it's not highway robbery, but a more than fair offer.

#disney #haunted mansion 2023 #haunted mansion #madame leota #jamie lee curtis madame leota

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roxie-roo · 1 year

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Day 2: A Hermit Hollow Ficlet

@majickth hello again! I figured I'd try my hand at a style that you've been going for with the ficlets. I'll admit, it was a bit of a challenge, because I'm not used to writing in first person. But I did my best, and I did a thing! I'm actually kinda proud of it! I'll be mixing ficlets with this style, and my usual writing format, just to keep things interesting! Enjoy!

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[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

Scarland is a rickety old building, definitely a scam. Everything about it lives and breathes "Scam". Though, I suppose that's part of its charm. At least the owner certainly thinks so. I'm not desperate but,,, oh who are you kidding, Grian. Yes you are. I just need the money. That's all.

Scar welcomed me into the shop with a bright smile. The cat followed behind me for a while, before curling herself up near the back, by a curtain.

"What's back there?" I asked once Scar was done talking.

He looked back at the curtain, his grin brightening as he grabbed my arm a bit roughly and tugged me forward.

"Only the best psychic this side of the Hollow!" He declared proudly as he shoved the curtain aside unceremoniously. The fortune teller sat in a booth, and looked not unlike your stereotypical psychic. Scarves and gold and crystal balls. All bullshit, I think.

She seemed startled out of her... sleep? Trance? I couldn't quite tell. For a split second, and I might just need new glasses, I saw a tuft of fur under the scarf. She was quick to fix it and look up at me with a wry smile. Her teeth looked pointed, and her eyes had a cat-like quality to them.

"Hello, child.." her voice sounded odd. Almost like she was trying to fake it, sound older than she was. "Have you come to get your fortune read?"

"I- not really-" I tried to say, but Scar cut me off.

"Oh come on, where's your sense of fun! Go on, give him a read, Mary!"

"Mary" beckoned me over with a.. hand? Paw? "Yes, yes, come child. Let Mystic Mary see what the future has in store for you. Give me your hand."

I rolled my eyes. I couldn't help it. But I held my hand out to her. She took it in both.. I'm almost 90% sure those were paws, was she some kind of cat? Either way, I gave her my hand, and she looked into her crystal ball. Red smoke faded into view, and she stared harder. I stood there, unamused for a few seconds more. Then I heard her gasp.

"Oh... oh dearie me.." she whispered. "That- that cant be good.." she gripped my hand tighter. "I fear you, young man, are in terrible danger.."

"Uh-huh..." I rolled my eyes again. I felt something sharp poke my hand. Yep. Those were claws. Great.

"You have a sister who lives here.." how did she know that? "If not for your sake or mine, for hers. Stay safe.. I fear you're in grave danger.."

I carefully took my hand away and left, but that conversation stayed in my head that whole night. What did she mean danger?

Curiosity got the better of me. It always does, doesn't it? I stayed behind to hear Scar and "Mystic Mary" talking.

"Did you really not see anything, Lizzie?" so Mystic Mary was a fake. I knew it.

"Yes! There was nothing there, nothing but... a- a glowing eye.."

"You don't think..."

"They've already found him..."

Okay, back up. Who's "they"?

What am I getting myself into here?

#hermits hollow au #roxie's writing

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americorys · 5 months

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Chenford's not going to break up. They're are the main couple on the show and breaking up makes no sense because their love is so strong!! You could go watch a teen drama if you want a more dramatic story, but that's not going to be Chenford!!!

so i'm just wondering, do you have a crystal ball? you must to be making big swing full certainty predictions like that 🔮

anyway: ....................ok! i applaud you in thinking that. i will likely not go watch a teen drama, but thanks for the suggestion.

i mean, let's break down how it does make sense for the story, though, just so this isn't an ask where i just nod and move along.

tim and lucy got together near-immediately (for tim) and immediately (for lucy) after breaking off relationships, which by definition makes them each other's rebounds. despite the fact that they have intense, serious feelings for one another, giving literally 0 time and space between those relationships and their own can (and still could) create issues in their ability to communicate effectively and process their relationship milestones. that's not a whole ass reason to break up, but it's a very specific part of their foundation that we've never seen them address on screen and could contribute to issues in the future.

lucy lied to tim about the metro job, never actually apologized, and tim has literally brought it up as a moment of her being dishonest (5x18) despite being okay with it. lucy may have been lying for good reason, but it doesn't detract from the fact that she did lie, and since has continued to withhold information from tim. regardless of the fact that tim trusts lucy, that kind of behavior can lead to a lack of trust or even just a flicker in tim's head of doubting whether or not lucy's actually being truthful in intense moments.

tim is visibly not okay with lucy diving into uc work, despite also lying to her and telling her he's completely fine with it and will support her. this is a heavily nuanced issue and should be treated as such, so i'm not going to deep dive into it too hard, but this matters a ton. tim is not only trying to hone in his own emotions surrounding being legitimately abandoned by a past romantic partner in favor of a life she'd unintentionally built doing undercover work, he's trying to project a fully on-board 1000% supportive boyfriend who has no problem with anything happening in the uc world. it's not something he's going to be able to sustain long-term, and lucy can already see the cracks in his facade.

tim and lucy don't communicate in the same way now that they're together romantically. that is not to say they don't communicate – they do, and when they actually talk they're good at it, but they've both been placating each other with the commutation in the final s5 episodes. tim has repeated and repeated he's ok with lucy doing uc work long-term because having the conversation about him not being could be difficult. lucy hasn't pushed on his answer because having that conversation could be hard. it's easier for them not to talk about it when it's kind of irrelevant right now, and at the same time – it's easier for them not to talk about it when he could hold her and they could simply invest in physical comfort. that's dangerous in a relationship that has foundational issues like theirs. by not talking about their issues, they're effectively sweeping them under the rug and letting them grow larger.

ok, so look at all of this and think about it this way: tim and lucy have a strong relationship, of course. but their foundation has cracks in it that they refuse to address because it could be harder to fix than they're prepared for – it could also be one of those things that doesn't have a fix in the moment, which is worse. tim would never want lucy to give up a career path she loves just to make him happy, because it wouldn't make him happy to see her do that. btw, to be frank: implying lucy's only doing uc because she's been praised about it is gross and taking away her agency/autonomy. she does uc because she loves it. if that's what she chooses, let her fucking choose it and stop acting like she needs to pick between having a loving partner and being an undercover cop. just because it's a complex situation doesn't mean lucy has to give up a career path she loves.

anyway, the foundation has cracks, they're not addressing them/letting them grow, and our story threads are all leading to a drama point. could that drama point be a...conversation? i guess. a fight that lasts 1 episode? maybe. i just doubt it. when you have characters who could very easily still connect with some distance between them romantically (and actors whose chemistry can support it)...why wouldn't you play into that dynamic? split them up and make them work together. make it hurt. make them understand that they want each other and have been put in a position where maybe they can't have each other right now. make it clear to both characters, even more than they already understood, that they need each other. that they want each other. that they'll figure it out however they can because being together is more important.

maybe that's not a path everyone's interested in, but i think it would be fucking tremendous to see them write into the pain points of chenford. they don't do that with other ships, and i get why – but chenford's always been treated differently (imo because they know eric and melissa can sell it better than anyone else on that show) so why the fuck not give them some genuine problems to work through? that's a real part of life! a genuine thing that happens between people! why not delve into some of those issues at an early enough phase in their relationship that it still makes sense that they haven't addressed it?

anywhoo if you do have a crystal ball can you ask it what grade i'm going to get on my math final?

#anonymous #ask #chenford #the rookie #my apologies for not putting this under a cut but idk i think it's worth being out in the open #some of yall are looking at this scenario like you're watching a one chicago show or a teen drama - i'm not #i'm looking at this like a relationship between two adults who have the fucking mental capacity to assess their relationship as such #but we're not ready to have the convo abut a lot people in this fandom unnecessarily infantilizing both tim and lucy in respective areas ye #so there's that

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edogawa-division · 9 months

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Kanra's Thoughts on Ōta Division

Chinami Chinen

“Everyone at school talks about her. They say she can see a person’s fate with her crystal ball. So they all go to her for stuff like crushes and answers for the next test. I’m not sure if she really sees the future but Kira-san says she truly does. So I’ll take her word for it.” Kanra pauses. “I… think if I had the chance I’d ask Chinami-san about my past. Something is stopping me tho. I know there is no going back if I do ask her. That I'll be opening a door I'll never be able to close again. That scares me, more than anyone will ever know.”

Kira Chinen

“Kira-san is perhaps one of the few law enforcement officers I don't have any major issues with. Sure she’s arrested me before but at least she gets me fast food whenever she does which is more than I can say for others. Although every time Yuriko-san comes to pick me up Kira-san gets this look on her face. Like she doesn't like her. Yuriko-san gets a look on her face too but hers is more sorrowful than dislike. I’d like to ask Kira-san but I'm not sure she’ll tell me.”

Taria Chinen

“Oh! Taria-san! Do you know she's been teaching me parkour? Among other things.” Kanra giggled. “No, but really I help Taria-san with her night ‘job’ sometimes. Usually when she needs some extra muscle. Between Taria-san, Kaoru, and me there's nothing that can stop us!” Kanra fist pumps the air. “We’re still trying to pick out a name for me tho. Taria-san wanted to use ‘Red Devil’ but personally I think that name is a bit too obvious. Who else in Japan is known as a ‘devil’ and has super strength?”

Birds of Prey

“A team full of sisters? That's new. The only other team made up entirely of siblings is Ikebukuro. If the Chinen Sisters bond is as strong as theirs then it won't be easy to fight them. I kinda wanna fight them now but…that might not be the best idea. Kira-san looks like she’d gun for Yuriko-san the second the battle starts. Which means I’ll fight Kira-san because no one hurts my mom, not on my watch.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #edogawa division #wicked requiem #akemi kanra #ota division #birds of prey #chinami chinen #kira chinen #taria chinen

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theomnicode · 1 year

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Burden of prophetic sight

I'm checking out our national hymns and shit because it's our national day in 3 days and all of a fucking sudden, I'm punched in the gut about the knowledge of what could have scared Psykos so fucking badly that she refused to talk about and she wanted to stop remembering it and she looked like death warmed over in webcomic.

What would be the worst thing you could see in the future? To you personally and not distantly enough to just ignore if it's too impersonal and wanting to forget it?

What would evoke your survival instincts down to the core in effort to prevent it from happening?

Your own inevitable death and your worst fears.

That is the burden of possessing the ability to see to the future. To see not just your own death, but also the death of everyone else and your loved ones.

She probably saw her own death at Tatsumaki's hands here or Fubuki's death. Or both.

And in the manga...I wonder if it's the same but this time, false memory that were implanted to her head. Or she saw her own demise in the hands of the Tsukuyomi group.

Lady shibabawa died after she had looked into the crystal ball and predicted Earth was in danger, because she took on a cough drop after that and then choked on it, but was still able to write down the prophecy.

Somehow. Not likely.

I think...she made her own prophecy to come true. Or that she wanted to avoid a far worse fate because the prophecy scared her so and she wanted to go out on her own terms because she was already old. She even had assistants around who would've made sure that she'd get help upon seeing she was choking. But that did not apparently happen and they just...let her choke and write her message.

So what is the timeline when she made that prophecy again?

The moment when Saitama realized that he had started caring about potential casualties again. That he would do anything in his power to prevent it from happening.

(haha ominous moon haha)

When the sky was still dark with clouds during daytime.

(Saitama does not consciously even remember Satoru, because he never sees his full face I bet. And Satoru does not remember Saitama back from school because Saitama does not have hair. But the subconscious does.)

(Inb4 Saitama and Satoru used to date too, like Psykos and Fubuki have implied relationship.)

(Purple colour scheme is often used to depict evil in japanese anime, like sasuke's curse mark had evil purple aura on it, but also: "As in the West, purple stands for royalty in Japanese culture. It is also considered the color of warriors, symbolizing strength. Purple flowers are very popular too" So you could say that Saitama gets strenght to protect in that scene from his conviction to care.)

I thought of this because my SO shared with me his thoughts about:

Michael Hartnett's poem of Sibelius in Silence.

Irish drunk and disorderly writer writes from Finland and about himself and sibelius at the same time hartnett is Irish but grew up in England, speaks English and never felt welcome among the Irish irish was not his mother tongue Sibelius was a Finn but grew up in Sweden, spoke Swedish, never felt welcome among Finns… both were alcoholics who drank themselves to death and hartnett foresaw his own death and equated it with the death of Sibelius in that poem there's nothing left but hands shaking with drunkenness, no swans of hell, no sketches (luonnotar, virgin of air, this is a wordplay), no compositions

(The black swan of tuonela reference and Saivo-lake, tuonela as concept meaning both heaven/hell, the afterlife)

"vodka ebbs in tremors from my hand" is fucking brilliant that part of yourself that hasn't disappeared yet, no matter how ethereal, you still feel it when it's still there despite everything. OR ether (aether) no matter how puffed up you are, yeah, I'm still there, yeah, hic wakes up at night at odd hours because genius is a burden and inspiration comes at any moment and voila, finlandian magic is just out of thin air OR can't sleep because drunken insanity ruins your sleep completely and solves the problem by pulling out a bottle of Finlandia

Me: or did he get his strength from the concept of finlandia that hasn't left him yet? SO: or the fact that it listens to finlandia, if you think from hartnet's point of view yeah me: what did he want the anthem to represent SO: you can think of it that way but that whole last verse is a double-meaning at the same time that it hasn't lost itself and is still creating art which was true for both of them. and at the same time that he has completely lost himself to alcoholism and is nothing more than that which was also true for both of them fucking brilliant and rough as fuck ;_;

SO: I suppose that being undead there's not much to life, a soul is needed for loving, feeling

Funnily enough, my SO also pointed out that Saitama's dream being a forewarning of Saitama losing himself, things that are important to him and his being when I said that he prolly foresaw the loss of his self and people who were important to him like Genos, is akin to conspiracy theory and ahaha...this personality type has a tendency to get caught up in conspiracy theories.

I mean, I can pull out outrageous meta which sound like conspiracy theories (like this one) out of thin air. Woosh.

Because cognitive bias is seeking out patterns even when there is none. xd

(I swear I'm just doing this for fun and not seeking out if there is a hidden conspiracy theory. I am making up shit though)

Unfortunately, how does this relates to Saitama?

Chances are, he has already intuitively foreseen his own death, at some subconscious level. Because he started to care again. Since he knows himself well enough that he would know that if he started to care about people again to the degree that he now cares for Genos, he would sacrifice himself for them, because of his caring nature and not having any self-worth.

(Thanks Murata-sensei, I can now see the tired, dark bottom eyelids that are only more pronounced in versus Garou.)

(Ugh now I'm crying again)

(The wounded healer archetype is to be self-sacrificial.)

Or that he will come to consciously see his own demise/fears at some point, when his third eye that is referenced to exist in the Orochi fight opens.

(I bet we will revisit the demise of Orochi as well....thanks Murata-sensei for the hint...)

Saitama is willfull. But what he is susceptible to doing is chasing dopamine highs and addictions. Adrenaline. Gambling. Spontaneously buying some weird shit. Indulging himself with his favourite foods. Because depressed people often are susceptible to doing that stuff because of dopamine deficiency to get dopamine fix.

Including binge drinking alchohol.

Fate can be changed though, due to intervention. Just like Saitama is intervening on Psykos' fate.

But yea, turning to alchoholism would probably be the way for Saitama to try and forget if say, he somehow accidentally managed to kill Genos, if Genos happened to be say, not in complete control of his faculties. Saitama is motivated to forget all sorts of bad stuff even at the cognitive level.

Or hell, feeling guilt over pushing Genos into being a bloody hero, like how Genos decided to confront Awakened Garou while only being a torso. Or worse, compelling him to be self-sacrificial and heroic because of his divine power.

One thing for sure though, Saitama seems to be a person who has the capacity of changing the fate of people around him.

Because conveniently, prophecies can't be trusted. But they sure can become self-fulfilling.

#opm #one punch man #opm meta #opm wc spoilers #psykos #fubuki #saitama #genos #mumen rider #lady shibabawa #prophecy #death #michael hartnett #sibelius in silence #poem #alchoholism

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seemingmusic · 1 year

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WHERE WERE YOU (parts 1 & 2)

New single tomorrow morning on Bandcamp. It's about the way now becomes then, the people we lose in the process, and the compromises made.

Election day is coming up. Please vote.

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WHERE WERE YOU (parts 1 & 2)

[part 1]

Where were you in ’22? The end of the honeymoon The mask is off and the creature is coming through Out of the void that cuts between the eye and the screen

What does she see, young futurist, 1913 Crystal ball, looking down on me— Who damns them all among the fallen— She who fell in with the yelling shiny metal boys? Yes they knew there’s an art to noise That now’s where the time ahead destroys the ashen past But they left their caskets wide Half of them turned fascists while the other half died

Why’s it that a ticket out Is always a Faustian deal with the devil? The field’s not level; whatever— Give me the lever, just give me the lever Just give me a lever and a place to stand I can move the world, I can move the world Give me a lever and a place to stand And I'll move the world, and I'll move the world

But where am I? And why’s this mirror here? Why does it shine with the disappeared? World War One and all to come The spiral swallows up a hundred years Is it wrong that I long for correction? Some invective retrospective court To flex a hand around the necks of Bush, Thatcher, Musk Bastards all who stacked the decks

So who is next? Not Benedetta Cappa, or the table-rapping Foxes yet Tried to escape from their boxes Without a say in their age or their sex Besides, who can test whether the perception I got is correct? Whether I’m inventing a special effect? Am I a lone tall tree in the woods unwrecked unchecked from dusk to sunset?

Where were you in ’22? The death of solitude The end of your tolerance for the call of a prophet Who fed you dreams or the fear of a bloody coup But how did you get here? What did they do to you? And when is now? I mean really, what in hell is now? A junkie who, caught between the memory of flight and terror of the night Begs: what can my money do?

That’s what I get for having two eyes to read with, see with Maybe size up the summer roughness From above this burning forest, California’s poorest, smoke on all horizons Who let all the flies into this version of my life? Am I dying? Where were you in ’22? Go get your alibi, son Make it a good lie

Where were you in ’22? Where were you in ’22? Got one more window to look through Where were you?

[part 2]

The Angel of History turns an eye to the graveyard Growing and churning without a border or safeguard But blown back by the force of the past, The tyrannical gnashing of teeth and the panicking death screech, The Angel of history is paralyzed by a shock to the spine called progress Trinity bomb test, 1945 Everybody ever alive, when you rise, I’ll fall and apologize

I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I dreamed of Kemdi Amadiume, where I could see the future And I’m sorry was I all I could tell her Creation is sorry; you deserved better I’m so sorry, sorry The words echo wide to the first ever suicide in the Kalahari And everything tumbling after Hell of a way to conclude the first chapter

So where were you in 22? Who am I talking to? The slaughterhouse animals in the cages all going blue Illegal to film but they’re killed for you to chew And the angel is crying at the Bronx Zoo Are you talking to the meteor in space You’re hoping will break through, come and erase Cut the Gordian knot, plot dissolves, columns fall All our problems going small?

Or are you talking to your parents whom you even still make excuses for 'cause you’re in the will? Executor, testatrix, execution in the matrix Am I talking to entitled generational wealth? The feedback loop spins a Fabergé shell Gilded with rubies and amber gels Waiting to be smashed, cast a spell

Hell, I guess what I mean is take yourself back to fourteen The first and only evening you could see with clarity right and wrong And share with me: do you owe that kid a song? Or were you killed by the age-fifteen version And the guilt that made age sixteen worse And seventeen, eighteen like dominoes And when they come, can you tell where the kid goes?

Are you swallowing the previous minute down? Does this verse chew the last and spit it out? Animal to animal, cannibal to cannibal Man ate the neanderthal What claim do you have at all? Don’t blame the black hole’s gravity well Don’t blame the crocodile eating itself But where you in '22 when the curtain finally finally finally fell?

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pn3uemoz · 2 years

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Ride The Cyclone at St Cassian’s

This is a story inspired by @sure-i-exist ‘s AO3 called Watching The Cyclone, please go read it I love it and they recently posted.

Go read the first part (you can find it on my profile, it’s nothing you all might have missed but just info)

At St Cassians the students were in lunch and most of them had just gotten their lunch at the cafeteria, the others either were in detention or in class due to the time schedule. Apparently there was this buzz around the school, a rumor you might say. There was apparently going to be 2-3 lessons missed because they had to go to the sports hall.

Meanwhile the choir were practicing for the next up competition, you see last year they got second. They were the only choir in the competition odd enough. Through the school speakers you could hear the vice Principal, “Um… Dear St Cassian pupils. Please may both pupils and staff come to the sports hall”

Everyone just looked at each other or students looking at teachers, they ended up getting into their homeroom classes and sitting down on the chairs lined up in the sports hall, they looked around and saw a screen, bigger then any they have seen before, as soon as they sat down and only a few mutters could be heard.

“Hello St Cassian’s, I see you all are here, shall I explain what’s going on?” A voice said out of no where, there was more mutters of people talking, “God?” A teacher said, the voice only laughed, “no! No! I’m not god or am I here to prove the existence of god, so…… I’ll explain” a few students laughed at the teacher and the homeroom teacher of them just looked at them.

As it shows less of the students were scared or frightened of the mysterious voice, “ok members of St Cassian’s you all will watch the future of not many but only 6 of you will be shown.” The voice said, multiple people shouted out, some wanting to know who, others shouted more detailed stuff. Like would this change anything.

“No, this will not change anything of their or your futures-” the voice said but got interrupted by a freshman, “who is it?” She yelled, “brilliant question! The students are here today, they are……..” the voice said as a drum roll could be heard.

“Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg!” The students in her homeroom including Constance looked at her.

“Constance Blackwood!” Those that had been looking at Ocean now turned to look at the girl next to her who looked shocked to hear her name.

“Ricky Or Richard Potts!” He had been sitting on the end of a row of chairs, and now looked concerned upon hearing that, looking to the side to avoid seeing his own set of stares. “Wait his name is Richard? I thought it was actually Ricky?” A student muttered to their friend.

“Noel Gruber” He sat up straight, glanced at the people nearby and then looked at his lap, picking at his nails, glancing back up occasionally.

“And Mischa Bachinsky” He looked confused, glaring at the blank screen at the front. His friends looked at him as a few people looked at him confused, “what?!” He said pissed as he thought of texting Talia.

“I mean the choir in short, but as I said, there is another person, she was going to join the choir who hasn’t joined the school yet, she will join a few days, for now I will show what will happen on the 14th of September which is a Monday in two weeks. No I will not say who the soon-to-be student is, but may I begin?” He said.

The machine in the video began to speak, it’s eyes and crystal ball lighting up.

‘Hello’ it says, in a deep, male voice. ‘I am the Amazing Karnak. This is not a boast, but rather what it says on my legal patent as a precognition machine’

“Um,” Noel starts to speak, raising one hand lazily and jumping as his voice came out far louder than expected - the rest of the hall turning to look at him as the video pauses. “What does… this have to do with our future? It’s just some machine from the Fall Fair… isn’t it?”

‘I was designed to predict the exact cause, time and place of someone’s death’

The hall stays silent aside from a freshman boy yelling out “he was fucking what?” and a discomfort starts to set in, as some begin to suspect what may have happened in the future.

‘A rather morbid function, I grant you.’ It goes on, ‘which is precisely why I was set to Family Fun Novelty Mode; turns out being told the place and time of your death, in front of your family, with a mouth full of corndog, at a fairground is the very opposite of fun.’

Someone just began to giggle which made her friend to giggle and the teacher beside him to stare at him. “So does that mean he can do all that predicting stuff or not?” A boy whispers to him friend.

‘While I am still able to predict the demise of anyone who stands before me, I am incapable of ever expressing it.’

“Guess that answers that question.” The boy’s friend whispers back.

“That’s scary.” Constance’s voice rings out, stumbling a little, not expecting her voice to be so loud when she mumbled. Exactly like how Noel reacted.

‘I can even predict that in my own demise, I always could. Today, in this gymnasium in a little over an hour. Meet my executioner, a rat I named Virgil.’ The video moves to show what is effectively a rat fur suit on stage in the dark, with glowing red eyes. ‘For the last two years, Virgil has been steadily chewing on my power cable. In a little over an hour, Virgil will chew through the rubber, biting down on 200 volts of electricity, instantly killing us both. As there is nothing more bass than death, I’ve decided for tonight’s entertainment, Virgil will play the bass.’ There is then a spotlight on the rat, revealing it to hold a bass as it plays a sick riff.

A few people laughed, even a few teachers chuckled, but then someone had to ruin it, “um sorry to ruin this but aren’t we suppose to find out our future…. Not about a rat that can play the bass…” Ocean said.

“Just watch O’Connell Rosenberg, just watch and you’ll find out.” The voice said, “but-“ she began, “I’m saying for you to shut up.” It said.

‘Even in my divine comedy, I am well aware that rats cannot play musical instruments, When you’ve been alone as long as I have, you tend to anthropomorphise your friends.’ The Amazing Karnak says.

The Voice takes this moment to stop the video, “To let you know, I am skipping the next part of what it says as it isn’t relevant- “

“But all that was?” Ocean mutters, forgetting that she can’t really mutter right now what with the ‘amplified voice’ thing. She looks up, embarrassed.

The Voice continues merrily, “Yes, Ocean, I decided that was relevant enough for what you need to know. And what wasn’t relevant was fun. Whereas the part I’m skipping would just confuse you all.” It spoke more, no longer targeted at her. “This is now the part where the choir comes in, and remember there is one member who isn’t at this school yet. For those of you that may have figured out what happens in the future, don’t worry too much on that as you are probably wrong if you think that’s going to be the focus.” The voice says making a few people let out a relaxed sigh.

Noel felt his eyes widen as he realized, ‘does this mean that I could die here…’ he thought, ‘but that’s not what I want……I don’t want to die here.’ He thought, he began to pick at his nails and nail polish, he began to feel a dread in his stomach.

‘Tonight, I shall speak of six teenagers’ the video showed shots of the choir, dancing around and then on individual videos of each choir member. ‘Whose tales ended abruptly on a rollercoaster in a small Canadian town in the middle of nowhere.’

Noel felt pissed, “I thought you said we were probably wrong about when we said nothing bad would happen!?” He said, he had his sarcastic tone, he crosses his arms. He started the sentence loudly speaking until it reacted loudly, and he quietened his voice.

The Voice, almost sadly, responds “I said you were wrong if you think that would be the focus. I won’t say more.” Noel chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Ocean splutters where she’s sitting, trying to speak after having heard that in the video. Mischa, instead, asks something more relevant. “If us dying is not what is to focus then what is?”

The Voice doesn’t respond. The video goes on making Mischa groan.

‘The Former St Cassian Chamber Choir… who on Monday September 14th, would board the Cyclone rollercoaster as 6:17pm.’ The video shows the group at the fair, boarding the ride.

‘Great! I die on a rollercoaster!’ Noel had complained, his complain was louder then he thought.

‘At 6:19, this same roller coaster’s front axle would break, causing it to derail at the apex of the loop-de-loop, hurtling the children to their deaths.’

The hall is silent. Dead silent.

‘Tonight, I speak of six teenagers robbed of their individuality in a mass tragedy, lumped together as Our Six Saints by the national media.’ Photos of newspaper pages about the future event showed on screen, with one face on the end hidden by spilled ink. ‘And my part in this story? I read all of the children’s fortunes; I felt their hopes, thoughts, dreams, knowing they would board the doomed rollercoaster and could tell them nothing. I even suggested they ride the cyclone.’

During this, the video shows individual shots on each member of the choir’s faces, though one covers their face with their hands, leaving their identity unknown. Presumably this was the one member of the choir who hadn’t yet joined the school. As more images of the choir, at different areas of the fair, were shown, the Amazing Karnak carries on.

‘Tonight, I conjure the St Cassian Chamber Choir who, an hour before their deaths, participated in a singing competition in the Uranium City Band Show.’

Ocean got excited by this, “did we win?!” She asked, the voice sighed, “I simply do not know” it answered, Ocean sighed disappointed.

The screen cut to the choir standing during seems the Uranium City Band Show, Ocean at the front of the group, Ricky at the back, Noel and Mischa in-front of him but his face still visible. Then there was Constance standing in-front of Noel and in-front of Mischa would be Ocean. Ocean began to speak,

‘I thank you, dear adjudicator, for considering the St Cassian Chamber Choir for our senior concert.’ She says. ‘We are thrilled to be here yet again at the Kiwanis International singing competition. Last year we came in second place-,’ ‘They were the only choir in the competition’ the voice said.

A few students laughed, making Ocean make a groan but hummed it.

‘This just shows the high standards of excellence in Kiwanis - even in competition against yourself, you can still walk away a loser…’ She loses some enthusiasm at the last word. ‘Constance?’she says as she stood back.

Constance is now seen swapping places with Ocean to speak. ‘Our first song was written by our choir conductor Father Louis P. Marcus.’

A few looked at him who was standing behind Ricky, Ricky carefully looked behind him and smiled, He (Father Marcus) smiled back but it faded once Ricky turned around because he realized how they would all die in two weeks.

‘He was inspired by traditional African folk music - specifically The Lion King.’ Constance continues saying, now swapping back with Ocean.

‘Here is his homage to our very own Fall Fair.’ Ocean says, and the choir goes into song. The video pauses just before they can sing though.

“I want to clarify that, at a certain point.. and you’ll know when it is - it no longer is what really happens. One section includes what is effectively their last thoughts before dying, but put to song!” The Voice sounds unfortunately jolly for what they’re saying. “There is also choreography within this song that, past the actual concert, is not actually done in real life.” The voice said. A few mutters of an “ok” was heard.

‘When the Fall Fair comes to town…’ It begins.

In the audience, a few people start to nod their head to the song.

‘Oh, step right up, to good clean fun.’ Ocean and Constance sing, while Mischa and Noel let out a series of ‘doo dum da’s in the background.

‘All the games and fun, a little something for everyone,When the Fall Fair comes to town’ Constance, Ocean and Noel spin each other as they sing this, Ocean twirls with Mischa too but he shakes her off and looks at his phone.

“Mischa, are you really texting in the middle of our performance?” Ocean looks over the crowd to see where he is sat. He shrugs and chuckles in response, looking back at the screen.

The Amazing Karnak speaks over the choir’s song as the front-line bounces in place. ‘Tonight, my apology, a eulogy by way of a concert. The final concert of the now deceased St Cassian’s Chamber Choir.’

Those who had been bobbing their head to the music now stopped, glancing over to whichever member of the choir was closest to them. Those students would be dead soon.

As the film in front of the choir lifts, they begin to walk backwards and the song starts to glitch. This is, presumably, the aforementioned part that doesn’t happen in real life but instead represents something or other.

A few of the pupils began to get nervous from this.

‘When the Fall Fair comes- Fall Fair comes- Fall Fair comes- Fall Fair, Fall Fair, Fall Fair, Fall Fair…When the fall not fair, this ride goes where?

Aaahh’ As they sing, lights go up and they appear to crash, arms and torsos lifting and falling, going everywhere.

A disturbing feeling fills the air, that was clearly supposed to be the accident. And from here, the song would be representing their final thoughts before death. Everyone in the hall went silent.

‘Tonight,’ Karnak starts, ‘I wish to give them the chance to express not what they were perceived to be but what they dreamt they were.’

A boy leans over to his friends and asks, “What’s that supposed to mean?” They merely shrug in reply, invested in what they would see or hear next.

‘Tonight,’ the fortune machine continues, ‘we shall raise a middle finger to that most ruthless adjudicator called Time.’ As he speaks, Noel, Ocean, Mischa, and Constance spin together, lifting their arms like clock hands.

Ocean walks to the front to sing. ‘Something doesn’t feel quite right,’

‘A blur of coloured, spinning light’ Constance goes.

‘My heart is racing, pounding in my ears.’ The two sing as one.

Mischa and Noel move forward to replace the girls. ‘Dizzy tingling, spinning round, oh where’s the sky and where’s the ground?’ Mischa looks around as he said that.

‘The rabbit comes and then he disappears.’ Noel continued, gazing forwards.

“Um,’ Ocean starts, the video pausing as she stands to look at Noel where he sat. “What does that actually mean?”

Noel rolls his eyes - an unconscious movement whenever Ocean talks to him “I don’t know, do I? It’s a metaphor for life probably - rabbits aren’t known for living especially long, are they? - and, clearly, neither do we.” He said moving his shoulders in a shrug like move and then he looks away, as the video resumes.

‘Total darkness, spinning black.’ Ocean and Constance sing.

‘Pushing forward, pulling back’ Mischa and Noel go on.‘Falling through the air I wonder how can this be fair…?’ All four chant, going on to harmonise in rising notes.

People in the crowd got the chills from this, “how come we never got to hear them sing? Their singing is so god damn hypnotizing and like just gosh” a boy whispered a girl who shrugged, “no clue but I have to agree”

As an unseen voice continues with high notes, the four visible singers turn around Ricky, walking in a circle with their arms raised diagonally.

Ocean goes on to stand at the front to one side to sing.‘What a load of freaking junk! That crusty carnie - clearly drunk! Sue that fair for everything they’ve got!” She yells.

Noel goes on to his own part. ‘What’s the point of even suing? Dead, we’re done, there’s no undoing, nothing left to do except to rot!’ He extended his voice.

This left a few chills running down peoples spines.

“That’s a really morbid thought.” Constance says quietly, aware as her voice carries over the hall. “It is, but it’s not like it isn’t true.” Noel muses. The rest of the hall stays quiet, there wasn’t much anyone could really say at this point, even if they wanted to disagree.

On screen, a member of the choir had said/sang their own individual line ‘Sex, oh God, why did I wait?’ Mischa says, running his hand through his hair,

“Wait he’s a virgin?” One girl whispers to the guy next to her, “yeah apparently he’s got a fiancée” she looked at him surprised “awe man I really liked him….” She muttered so only he could hear her

Ocean is next to complain with, ‘Now I’ll never graduate!’ and Constance takes the final line of the trio with, ‘I hope I wiped my browser history clean…’

Some snickers went around the hall at that one, and Constance felt her face warm when she heard that. As a group, every member of the choir (apart Ricky) sings angrily as a group.

‘Why’d I even go to class? Algebra 12, kiss my ass!’Someone in choir said, ‘Now I know what YOLO really means!’ Mischa moans, ‘Carpe diem!’ Ocean cries.

Noel smirked and chuckled in his seat. Ocean looked over people’s head to glare at him. “What a lovely theme” the others respond.

‘C’est la vie!’ Noel called out, raising his hand into the air doing a type of pose,

Noel swung his head back to the screen and then Noel looked over to Ocean as she smirked at him, mouthing the word ‘predictable’ at him, Noel just rolled his eyes.

‘Life is just a dream, just a dream!’ The group continued, moving until they had rearranged themselves. They now stood together, the boys in the back and girls in front. They looked up and around as they sang together.

‘And then you’re sailing through space, you don’t know up from down. And you feel a little strange, from all that spinning round.’ As they say this, Mischa and Noel place their hands on Ricky’s shoulders, allowing him to spin with them.

‘And everything you loved,’ they continued.‘And everything you dreamed, and everything you feared, and everything that seemed so, oh so terrifying.’ They clutch their bodies, before releasing a heavy breath and lowering their arms.

The hall stayed silent, watching as the students on screen moved to look down. The audience was sombre as the on-screen faces showed most of them worried or concerned meanwhile Noel was an exception, he was practically beaming as he sang, An boy in his homeroom looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder, “why you smiling so much man it ain’t lookin’ right” he said. Noel looked at him, “and why’d you think I’d know?” Noel asked him, both still jumping at the loudness.

‘And it’s far behind on the ground. Like our far-from-the-city-little-itty-bitty-pretty hometown’

“Hey, that’s actually a line in our song about the Fall Fair!” Ocean sat up. “We missed that half when it cut to all the glitching and moving backwards. “Good notice.” Father Marcus replied, smiling sadly at his student.

In the video, the group continued singing.

‘Just a teeny tiny dot, on a wee blue ball. And we’ve all been spinning, all been spinning’ At this, the group splits off - Ocean and Constance dance together and Noel and Mischa waltz around the stage together. Ricky is left spinning in the centre on his own.

Across the room, some whispers about the dancing couples broke out - a few students snickered.

‘Round and round and round, and round and round and round’ They sing, the two pairs twirling. Ocean splits off from Constance, who continues spinning on her own, to sing a solo as they continue in the background.

‘Had a strange feeling from the start, Bought our tickets, stood in line, a rickety cart. I did not feel safe at all.’Ocean sang

“So, she knew they were going to die before any of the others?” A maths teacher muttered to the headmaster.

“That sounds simply terrifying…” The man responded, looking over to where Ocean was sat, looking frightened and pale in her seat.

‘Tick-a tick-a heard the crack!’ Ocean sang by herself ‘Felt the drop now I know I’m never going back!’ The rest of the group chimes in, the music halting for a second.

A cold air filled the silence, as students and staff watched, taking in what they were hearing. A pretty depressing way to go, knowing you were about to die and with nothing you could do to stop it.

The choir moves back into a group, taking the places they would were they sat on the ride itself.‘But what really happens, what happens after?’ They ask, before all crying out in song, throwing their arms and bodies around as they do so, once again simulating the accident. There seems to be one voice higher than any of those on stage. They end in a typical pose they would end songs in concerts, illuminated in the dark by a spotlight.

The video paused, “how’d you all like that? Good no?” The voice asked, a few mutters and all that, “did you seriously just shown us a video how some of us die and just ask how it was?!” Ocean exclaimed, the voice hummed.

Welp this is where I end it, I wanted to end it last night (it’s currently 6:41AM) and I need to do stuff so, I’ll leave it here.

I hope who ever reads this enjoys this and please read the info page on my profile for you to understand better thank you :].

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