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coryosbaby · 5 months

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2. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Inviting your incredibly nice and incredibly married family friend to your birthday party was not meant to be a way of seduction— or was it?

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 #2: Anakin sneaks into your room when everyone is asleep, finds your diary, fucks you, and then his wife asks your mother if she can stay the night.

𝓒𝔀: bimbo! Reader, infidelity, age gap (reader is twenty, Anakin is in his mid to late thirties), Anakin with nipple piercings— nsfw . daddy kink, pillow humping, doggy | | 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭: baby, little girl, kid, honey, kitten

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: This is part 2 of the Insatiable series ! (Click link for series masterlist)

With honeyed eyes and a smile, you can’t stop thinking about your next door neighbor.

You can’t help it! He’s so dreamy, with his big muscled arms, dark hair, and pretty face. And he wants you.

It’s ridiculous; you’re swooning, writing in your glittery pink journal with brushy strokes — Mrs. Skywalker , Mrs. Skywalker, Mrs. Skywalker.

And although it isn’t true— although another woman is taking that name instead of you— you know that this is who you’re meant to be, who you’re meant to love.

Not her.

It’s a hot summer night, a good three days since your last Anakin encounter, and you’ve opened your windows. Warm air streams in through your pink curtains, giving way to a breath of fresh air on your cheeks. Your tank top strap has fallen down, showing some of your collarbone and a bit of your cleavage. Your nipples poke through the fabric, pebbled and— if you’re being honest— you’re incredibly horny.

You can smell the scent of your favorite vanilla candle burning on your desk, but you wish you were smelling Ani instead.

And like clockwork, as if the gods themselves intend it, there he is.

You don’t see him at first— your hand is about to slip down the front of your pajama shorts instead of writing. But when you hear a clatter and a small murmur of “fuck,” from outside of your window you immediately know who it is.

He’s dressed in a black button up and jeans with a cross necklace. Clearly he hasn’t been sleeping even though it’s three in the morning, though you suspect it’s because he’s waited up for you. He grins at you as you take sight of him. His shirt is unbuttoned, leaving little to the imagination. You’ve never noticed it before, given you hadn’t taken his shirt off that first time he fucked you, but his nipples are pierced. Metal barbels sit through them and his chest glistens with a hint of sweat.

Oh, Jesus, you’re swooning.

“Doing that without me?” He teases, grinning. His arms lean against the top of your window.

Excitedly, you get up and run to him as he slips into your room. Your arms wrap around him, and you press your face into his chest. He smells like sweat, cologne, and a hint of alcohol— that must be why he’s become so brave, sneaking into your room like this. You don’t mind. He pulls you to him, and without warning he picks you up and swings you around. You squeal, holding onto his neck as he brings you to your bed and lays you down on it.

“What’s got you so happy?” You ask him. One of his hands grabs your hip while the other comes up to your neck. Your fingers stroke his messy tendrils of hair out of his face. He grins.

“Gettin’ to see you..” he teasingly brings one of your fingers into his mouth, nibbling lightly on your knuckles. “Also, I got a raise.”

You know working as a contractor is no easy job, especially with today’s day and age where money is hard to come by. So the announcement of that has you extremely excited for him.

“That’s fantastic, Ani!” You praise him. You kiss the tip of his nose, and biting your lip as you remember the wetness seeping through your panties, your eyes come down to his chest.

“Didn’t know you had those,” you murmur. Your fingers come down to flick at one of the nipple rings. Anakin sucks in a breath of air, his eyes following your hands on him. “Did they hurt?”

“Like a bitch…” he lets out a tiny sound in the back his throat when you move the barbells side to side and play with them, the stimulation making his cock kick. “Worth it, though. Got em’ a few years ago.”

“Oh yeah? Trying to fit in with the cool kids, old man?”

He snorts, a small smile playing on his lips. “Old man. I’m only fifteen years older than you, little girl.”

“A whole teenager when I was born.” You sigh.

Anakin’s face drops for a moment, curiosity and hint of worry etching across his features.

“Does that bother you?” He questions.

“If it did, I wouldn’t fuck you.” You reply nonchalantly. There’s a playful glint in your eye as you look down at his bulging crotch. “Speaking of…”

You palm him, and he groans lowly.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Speaking of..”

His knee falls in between your legs, grinding up against the spot that you want him most. “Came to see you, but also came to see this little pussy.”

You whine, rolling your hips up against his touch. His fingers reach between your legs, pulling another mewl out of you as he flicks your clit with his thumb. Anakin coos, mockingly pouting.

“Does it hurt when daddy isn’t touching you, baby?“ You nod your head, and it has Anakin grinning ear to ear. “Thought so. Missed this, honey… missed you purrin’ like a little kitten for me.”

He lifts himself up onto his knees, pulling your legs towards him so your thighs are wrapped around his waist. He lifts your shirt up to your ribs, beginning to leave small kisses as he slips his shirt off of his shoulders. He bites down into your belly, leaving a hint of teeth marks there. All while you’re mewling the whole time— your hands are in his hair, pussy clenching. His arm hits something, mid kiss— what could it be? Pulling away, he takes sight of your journal. Closed, with sparkly pink glitter all over it and your name written in jumbled letters on the front. His curiosity peaks, and he picks it up with raised eyebrows.

“Is this your diary?” He asks, amused. You blush, trying to reach up and grab the book away from him. But he just tsks, and holds your arm down with his much stronger one.

“Wonder what you’ve written in here, baby.”

“No! Don’t do that!” You struggle against him, but to no avail. “Ani, c’mon…”

He flips through the pages with one hand, opening it mid air. And there, in between the pages, falls out a small square photo. Anakin’s Facebook profile picture— him, with his wife. Except his wife isn’t in the photo because you had cut her face out of it.

Anakin should be a little freaked out. Especially since when he continues to flip through the pages, he sees the entry where you had wrote Mrs Skywalker— and Anakin’s name. Just his name, over and over. But he isn’t. Quite the contrary, he gives you another one of his toothy grins and lets out a laugh.

“Jesus, kid. You’re a little stalker, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m not!” You squirm, and he loosens his grip on you. You scramble to put the photo back in between the pages and shut the book abruptly. You hastily move away from Anakin and off the bed to put it into the pink safe in your closet where it belongs. Anakin trails behind you. Quick to forget the pain in your knees as you sit on them and close the lid, you begin to lock up the safe.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mutter. You lean forward and nervously fumble through your hair as your hands rest on the lid. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s cute,” Anakin replies wholeheartedly. But then, his voice has a dangerous lilt to it, as his fingers make their way to the locks of your hair. He grips it tightly, pulling it back so your head lifts to look up at him. He bends down, just enough so he can graze his lips against your ear. “Sweet, even.. you like me a lot. Don’t you, kitten?”

Flushed, you nod your head. He lets go of your hair, and your head drops back to its regular position. You let out a tiny whimper. As you stand up, Anakin watches your tits bounce through your tank top with a hungry stare. His mouth is on yours, then. Hot and heavy, licking into your mouth and shooting white hot heat up the expanse of your spine. It’s so sudden— your knees practically buckle. You love the way he kisses you. Hungry, aching, hot. His arms envelope your body into his much wider one, and he begins to guide you back towards your ruffled pink sheets. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you tumble down onto them with Anakin’s fit body straddling your legs. His big hands fist the hem of your tank top and pull it up over your chest so he can get a taste of your sweet, plump tits. He grab your wrists and pins them above your head as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Ani..” you moan, watching the way his lashes flutter and he desperately laps at your pebbled bud. He hums, but when you let out a particularly loud whine, he’s putting his hand over your mouth and pulling away.

“Be quiet,” he says. “Don’t wake them up, or you’re in big trouble.”

You nod, obedient, but instead of diving back into your chest, Anakin’s eyes fixate on your pillow wrapped in silky pink satin. He grabs it, positions it on the bed, and lifts your body up. He slides your shorts down your legs, exposing your wet, clenching cunt. He positions the pillow underneath you.

“Hump it, baby. If you’re good, I’ll fuck you nice and hard. How’s that sound?”

You nod, heat creeping up your neck at the thought of Anakin watching you in such a way. Your pussy lips hit the pillow, and you lean onto your hands to gather friction. You move your hips back and forth, and oh, the silk on your sweet cunt makes you drenched. The way it catches just right on your puffy little clit, your pussy beginning to quiver as it gets the stimulation it so desperately needed. Anakin watches, on his knees, and you look back behind you to see him stroking himself. He’s standing in front of the bed, your ass facing him on the edge. He’s got his thick cock out in his hand, his eyes fixated on the fat of your ass and your pussy peeking out from between your legs. The sight only makes you fuck yourself harder.

It isn’t long, with Ani’s depraved little phrases, watching his precum drip down his fist, that you can feel yourself getting close. You desperately hump the pillow with everything you have, little whimpers of, “daddy, daddy, I want it” spilling from your angelic lips. Anakin grunts as he watches you fall apart, your cum coating the pillow in white, gooey strands. Your body relaxes lazily against it, and you can feel Anakin’s cock prodding at your entrance. Your legs shake, the overstimulation making your head spin.

“Ani..” you say, and that’s all it takes for him to slide himself inside of your tight heat. He groans, low and heavy, as he feels your cunt for a second time. Your body still rests on the pillow, and he looks down to watch the little wet patch under it growing evermore prominent. Your cunt is practically dripping on his cock.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass. He lands a teasing little smack to one cheek, making you clench and bury your face into the sheets below you. “Aww, look at you. Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve..”

“All for you,” you moan out, as he begins to thrust inside of you. “This pussy is all yours, daddy.”

And he wants to reply to you. He wants to agree, say that he’s all yours, too. But the both of you know that it isn’t true, that he will never fully be yours. Not if he’s married to her.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. Not now. Not when he has you all spread out on his aching dick, not when your plump ass is bouncing back against his hips. No, he’s going to savor this. He’s going to spread open all of your holes by the time the night is done.

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And when he’s done that, after hours of fucking (love making, is what the both of you secretly whisper to each other. Not fucking, not screwing. Just making love), he lays there with you. There is no sense in leaving. Padme has definitely noticed by now, that he’s out and he’s not coming back for the rest of the night. He holds you to him with his big arms and he whispers little stories to you about his life. You tell him about school, about your passions and your dreams. Things you’ve told him a million times before, but things that Anakin doesn’t mind hearing more than once. His fingers draw teasing circles into your naked back, and your eyes almost flutter shut.

Almost.

The sound of loud knocking on the door makes them shoot open. You hear your mother padding downstairs, and you and Anakin look at each other completely frozen.

Padme.

It’s her voice, ringing out through the house, talking to your mother with a cry in her voice.

“He’s doing it again! He’s cheating on me, cheating on me with some skank, he hasn’t come home…”

Your eyes widen, heat creeping up your neck. She’s talking about you. She doesn’t know that, but still. She knows what Anakin is up to, she knows that he’s seeing another woman. Even as hypocritical as she is, being a cheater herself, you fear getting caught.

You want to cry.

Your bottom lip wobbles, crystalline tears threatening to spill, but right before they can you hear footsteps coming up to your room. Your eyes widen, and without even thinking twice you direct Anakin towards the bathroom interconnected into your room. You close the door on him, and gather up the courage to answer whoever is on the other side as you hastily throw your clothes back on and hide your cum stained pillow.

You look at yourself in the mirror, fucked out and hair messy, but you can just say you were asleep.

Your hand on the doorknob, you let out a breath of air as you open it.

It’s her. She’s covered in rain, and she’s crying.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” she says to you. You try not to gape like a fish. “Your mom said you had an extra blanket in here. I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom, and the comforter isn’t washed yet.”

You gulp, your heart beating out of your chest, but you manage a smile.

“Yeah. Sure, Padme. Wait there.”

You leave the door open merely a crack, and you move to grab the extra blanket sitting in a basket in the farthest corner of the room. You open the door back up and lend it to her. She says thank you, and wanders down the hall.

You close the door with an ache plaguing your chest.

#me 🤝🏻 waiting months to post the next part to my fic #bunny writes ͟͟͞☆#anakin Skywalker #insatiable series #anakin Skywalker x reader #anakin Skywalker x fem! reader #modern! Anakin Skywalker #dilf! Anakin Skywalker #dom! Anakin Skywalker #dbf! Anakin Skywalker #anakin Skywalker smut #anakin Skywalker fanfic #Hayden Christensen #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #Hayden Christensen fanfic #insatiable Anakin Skywalker #insatiable chapter 2

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beaulesbian · 18 days

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I was once again thinking about this goofy Luffy moment after his Lucci punch™ and i had to see it frame by frame.

first the force of it throws them both away, and while Lucci is seen on screen tumbling for a long moment, Luffy is just away in a blink of an eye.

and then his funny scene - his legs are like jelly that he tries to get under control,

he stumbles, falls, rolls into a mix of all his limbs and eyes,

and then only the cloud behind him cushions his fall

- which would be interesting if he can subconsciously control that while he tries to regain the control over his movements - that the environment around him still adapts to his awakened Devil Fruit abilities and morphs to help him. Where others would probably fall through that cloud, for Luffy that cloud backs him up like a trampoline.

It's just fascinating!

#still thinking about this new ep? its more likely than you think #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece ep 1100 #luffy #mine #gif:op anime #long post #egghead arc #egghead spoilers #op spoilers #sun god nika #gear 5 #i guess something like that might have been already used in wano but its these new eps that im caught up with so its like. new for me lol #and something i can notice while waiting for a new eps #i wanna know more how much the DF controls luffy and how much he is able to control it.. . *thinking face*.#especially if what im thinking could be some parallels between lucci having worse control over his DF (in the current manga) than he thinks #if it changes his characteristics that much and if that could be used as storytelling point to see that either 1. yeah it could be potentia #danger for luffy too. or 2. luffy is that stronger that he can already control it better by now. even maybe subconsciously #i just love how this anime part aired during that interesting rob lucci manga chapter few weeks ago. like.. so many thoughts

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fumifooms · 1 year

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I think it’s interesting how the war devil, who seeks to destroy the things around her, unknowingly got herself a contract with someone who is self-destructive instead.

Someone who saves others and risks herself in the process, who refuses to kill others for weapons and sacrifices her most prized possession instead, who is even sometimes suicidal. Someone who internalizes things and keeps her thoughts and feelings to herself instead of demanding attention. Asa wished to become more selfish and the war devil appeared, but the reality of it is that Asa makes herself as small and unnoticeable as she can and wants to go through life without a bump in the road or making waves. And it seems like Yoru has no idea what to do, how to deal with this. They’re fundamentally opposed in the way they work and cope. It’s not something she knows. She’s at a loss for words. There is no battle plan for this.

#chainsaw man #csm part 2 #asa mitaka #yoru #war devil #csm manga spoilers #analysis #character analysis #IDK I JUST THINK IT’S NEAT #i can’t wait for next chapter #csm chapter 121

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sioboi · 4 months

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denji in part 2 is such a great continuation of his character in part 1. being chainsaw man is so important to him because it’s the only way he’s ever gotten to be in a position of status and power. ever since he was a kid, he was forced to do others’ bidding. forced to pay a debt that wasn’t his.

early p1 denji believed that the key to his happiness was some sort of sexual gratification, but his experiences in public safety taught him the value of emotional connection. he learned what it was like to love another person as an equal, as a friend, as family. however, all those dreams shattered when makima broke them apart. he didn’t know what else to do with his life except take on a role of complete submission. he had nothing else.

denji wants to be chainsaw man so bad because he’s already had a family of his taken away from him. normal isn’t enough for him because he knows what it’s like for your normal life to get lost completely. being chainsaw man is all he has left. it’s the only way he can have some sort of control in his life. whether or not it’s the right choice , i don’t know. but control is what he needs.

#thoughts idk.. brainrot #i couldve missed something i havent reread p2 in sometime #im rereading all of csm from the beginning tho so 😭#on my way! i guess #wait and #him being a kid in the latest chapter when he says i want to be csm!!!#its his dream!!#auhfgjfj fujimoto why do u do this to me #other #csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man spoilers #denji #denji csm #csm part 2 #chainsaw man manga #csm spoilers #csm meta #csm 150

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hyacinthsgareth · 21 days

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polin week - day seven: hopes for s3 / polin songs

loosely inspired by "feather" (part i) + "nonsense" (part ii) by sabrina carpenter

Penelope Featherington had made the decision that this was going to be the season she falls out of love with Colin Bridgerton.

Colin, for all his pretty words and kind eyes, had broken her heart last season. He humiliated her! It shattered her heart, not just the insulting declaration, but the realization that he was capable of such cruelty at all. She had always thought him to be different from the other gentlemen of the Ton. Warmhearted. Sympathetic. Considerate. But he was no different than the rakes and the scoundrels after all.

continue reading on ao3!

#polinweek #this has been super fun !!#i cannot wait for s3 💓#polinweek2024 #this is technically 2 parts but they're in the same chapter bc they're for the same day & they're both not super long lol #bridgerton #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #polin fic #bridgerton fic #words i write

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aliennazero · 10 months

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Thinking about why Denji and Yoshida still didn't have a major violence fight until now is maybe because they actually sees each other as friend or some sort of companion even when they didn't want to outwardly admit that.

Both of them are this FRIENDLESS highschooler boys, as if this fact isn't obvious. After part 1 Denji become lonelier and probably is seen as Chainsaw Man fanboy freak by his peers. And Yoshida clearly isn't interested into making friends because of his job that put him into believing he is in higher position and don't need any emotional attachment in order to 'protect' himself from grief & lost that are very common among Devil Hunters.

However unlike Yoshida, this Denji who actively hunt devil as Chainsaw Man but also actively seek and value relationships is very interesting to him + probably makes Yoshida a little bit jealous and projecting onto him a lil bit too hard too.

Denji is the only fellow teenager that is within his scope of work and also his ally. Yoshida doesn't need to made up an excuses to hang out with him to his higher ups. Yoshida doesn't need to hold himself from being offputting because he believes Denji could understand him anyway. He's more of himself when he's with Denji. The kind of freedom Yoshida needed even if he only thought about it subconsciously.

And about Yoshida in Denji's perspective, he is a very annoying weird individual who claim to be his bodyguard. But Denji still tolerate him because Yoshida never actually try to abuse the hell out of him, in contrary he gives him food, money, and even introduce him to a girl. Yoshida hang out with Denji a lot (off screen), and he said it himself that he want to keep "acting" as his friend too.

Yoshida reject his desperate "tonguing" offer in non consentual situation. He always give Denji choices (even though it's oftentimes stupid) and try to make Denji understand his situations better (even though Yoshida is really suck when it comes to giving reasonings and excuses—we see his examples of shitty excuses in International Assassin and Aquarium Arc, it's nothing new).

Also Yoshida is one person that outwardly tell Denji to stop transforming into Chainsaw Man and live the normal life he had now as a human. Something that would make Denji's past self overjoyed the first time he hear it.... To be validated as he is.

When you think about it, Denji could off-ed Yoshida with his current combat IQ if he really tries to. He could jeopardize Yoshida's mission easily if he wants to by transforming into Chainsaw Man in the more public, open area.

Yoshida could use more violence based method to force Denji into doing what he wants. He could cancel the food orders. He could use Denji's current crush to be bargaining chip rather than letting her go to the hospital. He could stop Denji and Nayuta reuniting and going back home by using his tentacles.

But no, they didn't do any of that.

Because deep down they understand each other and none of them really want to cut this weird developing friendship off. Yeah... you just could feel it from their moments of silence and everything.

#yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #denji #analysis? kinda #more like my ramblings but it will make sense one day trust #yoshiden #but talking about them in the more platonic sense of way #actually just interpret this however you like #chainsaw man #chainsaw man part 2 #I'm sorry but chapter 133 had already plague my brain for the past few days #i can't really explain it but it's the vibes y'know #they need time to adjust after this so next chap is probably going to be Public Safety or Asa centric #future can wait lemme enjoy the moment

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blueteller · 11 months

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TCF Part 2: Central Plains arc in nutshell

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sugar-grigri · 1 year

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What is this primal demon ?

I see many people suspecting this new primary fear demon as the fourth knight of the apocalypse: the death demon. After all, death is a fear that transcends all humanity, but also all species on earth, it does not have to be contextualized like the car demon with accidents as Makima had explained. Obviously there are too few elements to already guess what will happen (we don't even know the motivations of the knights of the apocalypse). The fact that it is the demon of death is correlated by the fear of Yoru but also by the mention of Yoshida who is very informed when he asks Denji to "erase" the demon of death. But... I am suspicious. Why? Because I rarely predict Fujimoto's writing correctly. The more obvious something looks, the more I'm tempted to question it. Especially another theme seems more and more omnipresent in this part 2 but also in part 1 and may seem incongruous.

But it is the economic context. To guess the primal fear that this demon embodies, I paid special attention to what this couple said before they committed suicide: their last conversation revolved around buying a new car. And the last thing this guy said was literally "nice car".

If we go back a bit further, the economic context around the characters is constantly reminded: whether it's Denji telling Yoshida he's broke when Yoshida invites him to a coffee, Denji ripping off homeless people to pay for Nayuta's education, Denji making the chair for an absurdly small amount of money, Asa not wanting an expensive date. Not to mention part 1 in which poverty was a very important feature for Denji's development.

In short, I throw it out there: but aren't we facing the demon of the economic crisis? This new chapter is literally called "Prophecies". What today can't be predicted better than economic crises? The beginning of the chapter opens with Fami ordering a multitude of dishes symbolizing opulence (surely more a nod to the fear she represents as a demon since making the demon of famine a glutton is particularly funny).

But what I find most interesting is that Fujimoto relies on a French prophecy (which I am honhonhon), which may facilitate the exact understanding of his text. In the French imagination, Nostradamus is a thinker strongly associated with the apocalypse or the end of the world. The demon of the apocalypse could be this demon but... I don't think it's that simple. The demon of the apocalypse is already represented through the 4 figures we know: famine, war, conquest and death. It is the addition of these four demons that form the apocalypse. Moreover in this chapter, Yoshida mentions that this threat of Nostradamus is mostly used to amuse young people, and is not taken too seriously in the current context except for the anti-demon public agents. The future of a demon is correlated to the fear that humanity has towards it. In 1999, humanity is no more afraid of the apocalypse than in any other year. In fact, they rarely think about it, being more focused on the near future like buying a car.

Anyway, Nostradamus is controversial and his predictions are more the source of speculation than of proven predictions. The most rational commentators have even seen in it the announcement of an eclipse rather than the apocalypse, others the already visionary materialization of this new millennium. But I am surely mistaken but even if everything coincides with the prophecy of Nostradamus with these 23 agents who will surely die soon... The fact remains that I have the impression of facing a Trojan horse. Even if the prophecy explicitly mentions the arrival from the heavens (sypmbolized by those people jumping out of the windows) of the demon of terror, therefore of fear (the fear of being afraid), it remains that it would be great to sweep away this medieval prophecy.

First of all because I think it's too early to put the demon of fear in place, or else the fourth knight of the apocalypse (death). I repeat, for me the demon of death does not have as an objective to be a smuggler, since it will always scare humanity no matter what happens. The fear it generates is a fact. What tickles me more is the year 1999: a year of economic crisis for Japan (here we go again!!! you see that I know how to return to the subject). I speculate obviously but while the West gets out of its crises this year, Japan sinks, it is the fall of the real estate. I still speculate, but people who literally fall from a building? The real estate sector collapsing? One could very well say that the fear of an economic crisis is not primary, since it is in itself a product of civilization. But the definition of a demon representing a primary fear does not hold in this: a primary fear of an element exists when this element does not need to be re-contextualized to frighten. An economic crisis does not need to be recontextualized to scare? What is common to Nostradamus or to our heroes of the 1999 generation is the rise of capitalism, whether Nostradamus was at the beginning of the Renaissance era and mercantilism, or the 90's with the brutal loss of the former communist blocks, including alternative systems to capitalism, just before the second millennium.

The prophecies of Nostradamus break down into four verses even though they are in old French, as a French speaker, I will translate them as follows "In July 1999, a great and terrifying leader will come through the air to revive the great conqueror of Angoumois. Before and after, war will reign happily". Everything has been read in these four verses, whether it be the announcement of a third world war, the arrival of extraterrestrials, the return of the monarchy in France, the end of the world in the year 2000… The more "strict" and less sensationalist interpretations reveal that Nostradamus did not aim at a particular date in his predictions. This may seem contradictory but these predictions are in fact enigmas to be deciphered. In his introduction, Nostradamus specifies two principles of reading:

"non eft noftrum nofcere tempora, nec momenta etc": "it is not possible for us to know the date, nor the moment" in other words, one cannot fix a date with certainty to a future event because of "free will": "le libre arbitre".

The second principle is stated by Nostradamus, who specifies having written everything "in a nebulous form" and who will remain faithful to his other warning: "Let those who will read these verses study them carefully, let the profane and ignorant crowd not manipulate them and let all (…) the fools and the barbarians stay away from them". In other words: if a date appears in clear, it is to mislead the less informed readers.

Above all, according to the commentators, Nostradamus speaks especially about his time: "This quatrain of the most famous has been commented a thousand times, and presented, wrongly, as announcing the end of the World for the Year 2000. Passing under silence of historical references, however clear, like this "king of Angoumois", which place it in a very precise time, one often misses the significance of the "king of fright" known by the ancient astrologers. It is Saturn, the god who ruled on Earth, according to legend, in Latium, but whose planet carries the most ominous omens. He is represented in the iconography as an old man armed with a scythe. He is thus opposed to Jupiter, god of the benefactor gods, and logical "scepter bearer" in the Centuries" - Jacques Grancher, 1998. What this author sees in this prophecy is actually the death of the king in 1559.

Thanks to these often misunderstood astronomical precisions, we can therefore give a date to the central events of this quatrain: the year 1559, and not 1999. That said, we can also reconcile the different points of view by considering that the quatrain evokes 1999, but reminds us of the time of Nostradamus, thus making a link between the two periods. Indeed, Mars is understood as the Greek god of war (hi Yoru!!). 1999 is a year rocked by it, whether for the Kosovo war or the resumption of the war by Russia in Chechnya.

In other words, what the prophecy of Nostramadus really symbolizes is above all the speculation, the fear that can be egendered by a collective imagination. I find that this lends itself extremely well to this part 2 which seems to put more and more at the center of its story: the parasocial relationships, what it is to symbolize a hero, a legend, both feared and glorified by humans and by demons, the relational impact. For a part 2, which opens that people who care about what people will say? Why not set up the demon of economic speculation…? Or at least a demon of a contemporary fear even transgenerational. Aim further!!! (I went too far though)

#csm 122 #csm part 2 #denji #yoshida #asa #yoru #fami #chainsaw man #cdm part 2 #Remember that this is a theory #a speculation #I can't wait for Fujimoto to contradict me in his next chapters #In short #I think this demon represents a fear that is much more contemporary than we think.

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