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About Kleo:
I'm she/her, born and living in Czech Republic, fluent in Czech and English language, born 15.04.1991, tarot reader since 2006. I love dogs, tea, Scandinavian thriller books, British crime and sketch shows. I cook, bake, love Excel. I enjoy listening to audio erotica. I'm scared of spiders, heights and clowns. I've travelled a good portion of Europe + Egypt and Tunisia back in my teens. I'm not very emotional but I have excellent analytical skills.
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Readings I don't do
Aura Readings
Questions where there's only one correct answer (is someone dating, etc.)
What someone unknown to me thinks
Emergency readings (tarot is about long-term self-development and growth, it's not an emergency solution to your issues)
Readings about a relationship in between two people, when the querent isn't one of them
There's this new manager at work who's only been here for less than a month. Last week a creepy man kept coming in to harass me and other women (at 9pm he asked me stuff like if I lived nearby and if I lived alone) the new manager was the one to deal with the creep when he came back waiting outside when I finished my shift. The manager gave me a ride home and since then he's been really sweet to me asking if I'm alright and if I needed another ride home. It's not normal here for men to be gentlemen for no reason so I asked tarot how he sees me and I pulled the strength card. That one makes sense to me but I also asked if he sees me romanticly and pulled the two of pentacles. I can't tell if he's just doing his job or if he's interested in me
Hello!
2 of Pentacles isn't exactly a romantic card. I would say he's simply trying to keep his employees safe.
Honestly, praying on his subordinates would be a dick move. In a workplace hierarchy, you're not his equal and if he tried to abuse his position and tried to get involved with you romantically, that would be a case for HR. I know the office romances look fun in literature or TV but in real life, you should be aware of the risks.
And with a situation like this, I'm not sure it's even wise to rely on tarot cards. Make sure you stay professionally polite with your manager but have boundaries. If his behaviour is simply gentlemanly, that's okay. If he tries to make advances, that's not okay.
If you need an explanation for his behaviour, ask him directly. You have the right to know what's going on if you feel in any way uncomfortable.
As for the meaning of the 2 of Pentacles, it's usually a card suggesting the effort to balance. It seems like your manager is trying guess the right amount of his involvement to keep you safe but at the same time stay professional. I don't see any romantic indication in this case.
I'm sorry if I sound too harsh, that's not my intention. It's just that real life is not like the fiction in books or movies. Please, stay safe. It's a good thing your manager got involved with the creep and provided you with a drive home but that doesn't mean he's romantically interested. There are people who are simply kind. I met many of them, male and female and other. 😊
Actually, this person, the energy is exactly like my ideal type! I have been trying to manifest someone like that into my life, but I'm just a beginner 😅
Thank you once again! The reading resonates!
Hello!
I'm glad you like the reading.
You don't need to manifest anything, just put yourself out and socialise with people. Yes, you will meet many who aren't your ideal but the more people you meet the better chance one of them will become dear to you. And nobody is perfect from the very start. You'll get to know each other and grow together over time. They might become your perfect match 😊
Thank you for your lovely feedback and I wish you best of luck with finding your special person 💕
Hi kleo! I saw that you've answered all the asks, but missing one person 😅
That person participated on time and was in the top 10 commenter. It's fine of course, just thought I'd let you know 🏊♀️
Hello,
I have checked the asks and comments before posting the finish post.
The thing is, that there had to be a comment following the rules + an ask following the rules.
I did get asks from users who didn't comment. And I did have comments from users who didn't send the ask or maybe by mistake sent an ask with their own questions.
I always give prompts myself, I don't answer other questions in my games.
It's possible that if someone sent the ask, it didn't arrive into my inbox. It happened before with Tumblr.
I'm sorry if there was some kind of misunderstanding.
For anyone who hadn't their request answered, best of luck next time. 😊
Synopsys: Minho takes a vacation to the rural area to escape his nightmares. Instead, he finds drought and desolation in the fields and begins to question why he feels so condemned; what exactly his soul searches for.
Genre: Reunited past life lovers, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Supernatural
Pairing: Lee Minho x female reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Minho-centric in the beginning but the romance appears I swear, reader is perhaps not a human, mentioned character death (in past lives), there's comfort to the angst, discourse on divinity and Gods, happy ending (?), reader has female pronouns, one natural disaster
A/N: Written completely based off the picture above. Before the video even came out.
Please reblog and comment!
“Wake up.
It’s raining.”
A soft female voice spoke these words to Minho, in a dream, somewhere far away in the hidden parts of his mind, and yet so close to his first waking moments; it was almost as if feather-like lips briefly grazed his ears as he stirred awake.
As the morning light greeted his tired eyes, he realized that he was spared from nightmares the past night. This familiar, kind voice was somewhat comforting, although he couldn’t tell who it belonged to - a figure of his imagination, a distant memory, repeated words of romance movies? Still, the fact that he wasn’t troubled by disturbing images in his sleep brought him a sense of peace, and so he was able to have a calm start to his day. Vintage style, he boiled water in a kettle and mixed it with coffee and sugar, stirring it generously to create delicious foam. As he ate his toast and drank his coffee, he stared into the looming nothingness of the fields.
He had returned to the farmhouse, a place he doesn’t frequently visit and yet it always calls to him. The house belonged to the elders of the family, but after deciding it was better for their health to move them to the city and closer to the rest of the family, they sold the house to the neighbours. Having grown up with said neighbours, Minho is allowed to visit whenever he likes, to use the spare room and relax in nature.
That morning everyone else was already out in the field - he decided against joining them on the first day of his vacation. Truth be told, he was exhausted. The lack of sleep and stress ran him dry, and as much as he knows working the fields will bring his soul some healing, he wants to take it slow in the beginning. So, he grabbed one of the books he packed, stepped outside into the hot sun and sat on the porch. It was just him, Jules Verne, and the dry cracked earth around the house.
The sea monster, the submarine and underwater adventures described by Jules Verne trapped Minho in a bubble, a bubble of air floating in and out of the water, in and out of existence. Before he knew it, despite the cup of coffee he had just drunk, he became drowsy and fell asleep.
“I don’t blame you for leaving me behind.” The voice said, gently, like a whisper, a song of the sirens harmonizing with the chaotic percussion of the waves hitting against each other. The water was flowing, and it was bubbling, and it was restless. Without any mercy, he was being strung along the waves, without any rock to hold on to, without any trace of another human in sight. It was raining, and it was cold, and it was violent. But more than anything, the water threatened to swallow him whole, drown him in a river of guilt.
He was guilty, is what he thought upon waking up. His hands were shaking and he was drenched in sweat, and a dull ache clawed at his heart, making him regret something unknown, making him long for something he cannot describe, making him search for answers to a question he didn’t know how to phrase.
Since being alone didn’t do him any good, Minho decided to join his old neighbours on the fields. Driving down the beaten path stirred up clouds of dust in his wake, and Minho wondered how come the situation had become so dreadful. Exactly as imagined, he found his peers having a heated debate over the poor crop condition.
“The irrigation system simply cannot keep up. Fertilizer doesn’t help, and even changing the seeds was useless. It’s been months since this drought… “
It was quite silly, he thought. Searching for an alternative solution to the obvious one was foolish and useless. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, chasing after something that does not exist. The only thing that could possibly solve the drought is the rain.
Minho was very disappointed in his vacation. There was little to no fieldwork to be done, and to add to that, his nightmares didn’t seem to ease up. When he felt the call to visit the farmhouse, he thought it was his intuition telling him he needed a break from the city, from work, from the bustling social life. He had thought that the cozy rural life, the fresh food and the return to simple things would heal him, but it wasn’t so. The next night Minho woke up with his throat burning, his nose aching, hands springing to hold his neck. He was suffocating, his whole being was clogged up, filled up with something very foreign and very confusing.
In his anxious, frantic movement, there was a sudden jolt of the elbow which resulted in him tipping over his glass of water which was on the nightstand. He went to get out of bed to clean, but as his feet left the bed, they landed in the puddle of water. He cringed at the feeling. It was cold.
Usually, harvest season was a very fulfilling time for Minho. Even though the crops weren’t his and he’d earn no money from helping, he always would. Something about the hard work, the physical labour, was very rewarding to him. Seeing the baskets of goodies before him and the look of joy in people’s eyes when they bought fresh ingredients from the market, it was all he needed. The air was fresher, the people were kinder, and although lady nature sometimes had something to say in the matter, it felt as if people were really getting fair rewards for all the hard work they did.
However, fair is not a word Minho would use while looking at the fields this year. They have been looking inside shallow holes for potatoes for hours now, and the results were disappointing to say the least. The potatoes were either really small or shrivelled up beyond belief, with not a lot left to salvage. The tomato harvest was also subpar, and the barrels were mostly devoid of grapes.
Seeing the barrels lined up in front of the house with nothing inside them gave Minho an uneasy feeling. The fields were empty, the barrels were empty, there was this looming sense of absence, of loss, filling the air.
The nightmares wouldn’t stop, either. He kept being carried by the currents, rolling down a river with no beginning and no end, with no control over his destiny. All of these water related dreams made him conflicted about the coming of rain; it was the one thing this town needed to be revived, and yet, after spending so many nights drowning, Minho was afraid the rain might be the end of him, the end of everything.
Exhaustion began to make itself known on his body; he had deep circles under his eyes, his hands were shaking while holding his coffee; he became clumsy and grumpy. Yet, he refused to lay down and rest, he pleaded to be taken back into the fields, because the bed and his mind terrified him. He was starting to realise he was truly, terribly, unwell.
Despite his pleas, his neighbours refused to allow him to come along and told him to relax at the farmhouse for the day. It was exactly what Minho didn’t wish to happen, for the loneliness made reality be a little too real. When people were around he could pretend he was alright, he could pretend to belong, but in the deafening silence he could hear the water splash inside his skull.
He had always been alone, even in the city. The escape from the urban to the rural was mostly an excuse, the search for silence was a ruse. He was running away from loneliness in a place where he wouldn’t feel guilty for being alone. And yet, as he looked out the window at the blazing sun and listened to the house settle and creak, he realized he didn’t wish to be alone. He wished for something other than dread to fill his heart, to complete him and take away from the burden of dealing with himself every day. A selfish request, maybe, but he desperately wished that someone would know him, that someone would let him know what exactly he’s lacking.
Perhaps he shouldn’t be alone, perhaps he should stop running away from his issues. Those are the thoughts he had as he began to pack his luggage and fill in the trunk of his car. It was time he returned to the city to seek the help of a professional who would know how to deal with these dreadful nightmares.
The owners of the farmhouse didn’t consider letting him drive alone was a good idea, but they couldn’t stop him. Minho had an almost scary look in his eyes, like a man on a mission. He was barreling on through another attempt at escapism.
He kept telling himself that things will work out. He will seek medical help, read some self development books and finally figure himself out. Nature couldn’t have helped him when his issues were so much more deep than he thought.
Without any sort of prior warning, his car stopped moving. Exasperated, after checking the fuel gauge, Minho exited his car to inspect the wheels. He couldn’t see any flat tire with the naked eye, which most likely meant it was a very sudden engine issue. While he did open the hood of the car and looked inside, he wasn’t skilled enough to know what was wrong, if anything was wrong at all. Plopping himself back into the driver’s seat, he decided to call the farmhouse neighbour, since he had some mechanical knowledge. Thankfully, there was service, and Minho was informed it would take a while before he could be aided.
With a long, deep sigh, he lowered his head onto the steering wheel and closed his eyes.Things weren’t meant to work in his favour, maybe. Perhaps he was being punished for something he did in a past life, something he was unaware of. Whatever god he might have pissed off, he was ready to beg and to repent, to plead sweet mercy for his soul.
“Please.” He whispered softly to himself, to no one in particular. Life was being really, really tough and unfair to him, and he could feel himself tethering on the edge.
A certain booming sound attracted Minho’s attention, and he lifted his head up in a hurry. Looking through the windshield, he observed something which left his mouth agape.
The sky was dark.
Grey, almost black.
He rushed out of the car and slammed the door behind him, taking a few brave steps in front of the car. Through the branches of the trees he could see that darkness loom over; that darkness brought to Minho a new sense of hope. As he stood, mouth half open and eyes glued to the sky above, the first splat or rain landed on his face. Then another, then another.
He was done running. Minho opened his arms to welcome the rain, to let her drown him if that’s what she wished. The cold droplets trickling down his neck send rejuvenating shocks throughout his body. He took one long breath and realized he could finally breathe.
Every pit and every pat of rain hitting his leather jacket was like a whisper, a little secret he was being told, of divinity, of the beyond…
He could barely keep his eyes open with the intensity of the rain. He was completely drenched but he didn’t mind, the cold was completely bearable, the water was familiar and comforting. Extending one arm forward, to catch some drops in his palm, to hold the hand of rain, he noticed a faint glowing silhouette form in front of him. It was an outline almost of mist, a living creature, pale and shining like the water surface of the Arctic.
The silhouette began to shape into a woman with human traits, her ghostly appearance being contrasted by the kind and warm smile she wore. Carefully arranged into her hair was a slim, silver crown which draped one single blue crystal on her forehead. The ethereal crystal told Minho she was the rain, the Goddess herself.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; in fact, she was the only beautiful woman in the world.
She reached for Minho’s outstretched hand, and when they touched he shivered - that shiver shook his heart to such a degree that he felt like he finally awoke. He felt he finally understood something.
“My love…” He said to her, and the glistening droplets on her face were not rain drops, they were tears. “My wife.” He stepped close to her, grasping her other hand. All the love he had been storing in his body suddenly burst out, and although he couldn’t fully understand how he knew she was his lover, he was certain of it.
“My darling heart…” She spoke to him, softly, sweetly, with that voice that has been watching over him for so many months.
“Please, help me understand. I’ve been searching for you my whole life, I’ve been missing you until I fell to pieces… Please.” He pleaded, urgency in his voice. As if he was fragile, he dropped his hands and held his head, slowly dragging his forehead towards her. The moment he made contact with the crystal droplet, Minho’s memories came back.
He was born the son of a farmer of the village. He loved his parents, he was a good kid. When he grew older, he fell in love with the daughter of the shepherd. They were two simple people, they loved the smell of rain, the cold air of the morning, they danced and played in the rain, in between the apple trees and herd dogs. They got married, he took over his father’s land and she began to spin wool just like her mother.
Disaster struck them at the end of summer; neverending rain would destroy their roofs, give people the shivers, drown and kill the crops. While they were trying to stay warm inside the house, speaking warmly to each other of better futures, of beautiful future children, the river overflowed and the entire village was swept in merciless waves.
There was screaming, there was crying, and there was water. Water destroyed their houses, water killed their livestock, water drowned everyone below.
There was a boat, one singular one built in a haste by the carpenters. It was supposed to carry them all to safety, but she refused to leave. On what appeared to be crumbling remains of a house, a child and an infant were crying for their mother, who wasn’t there with them anymore. Minho’s wife rushed for the children, and Minho fought with the current to help them cross over towards the boat. By the time she had reached the children and cradled them to her body, Minho was knocked unconscious by a wine barrel flowing down the stream. She screamed for him, screamed for the rest of the villagers, but no one listened to her anguished voice.
The villagers managed to fish Minho’s unconscious body out of the water, and he awoke hours later, screaming and crying after his lost wife. He punched the village chief in the face and almost got thrown out of the boat; next town over they were rescued and given clothes and food, but he remained on the dock, staring into the horizon, waiting. He waited for years, and yet she never came back to him. At old age, he died, alone.
Minho woke up from his memories, the rain engulfing him in a warm hug. As drops turned into a warm summer downfall, he began to understand the deepest secrets of his life.
“Did you die?” He asked, and she shook her head with a smile.
“The Gods saved me. They turned me into the Rain Goddess, to protect the lands from disaster.”
“And I got reincarnated because I left you, right? I should have been there to save you…” Minho held her pale face in his hands, his guilt and torment finally finding themselves a reason. She once more shook her head.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized sincerely, his wet eyes looking directly into hers. Those eyes were just as mesmerizing as he remembered them. Her body was no longer human, no longer warm, there was no heart beating in her chest. And yet, she was breathtaking, his one and only choice in every lifetime.
“Don’t apologize, my love.” She said playfully, letting a drop fall from her fingertip to his nose. He scrunched up his nose at the gesture, and for the first time in a lifetime, Minho smiled.
“Shall we?” He asked, wrapping his arm against her fluid, watery waist and guiding her hand in a dancing position. She beamed at him, and they began to spin, in a dance that spun ripples around their feet, a dance that made raindrops bounce off their bodies. A giggle tumbling off her lips was enough to heal Minho through all of his ailments, to bring him all the answers he was looking for.
Nothing was confusing anymore. All the answers had set into his mind, and he knew there was only one possible path for him to take.
He reached forward to kiss her lips, and was met with the most crystal clear taste of water he’s ever felt; the most pure and refreshing heart he’s ever held in his hands, the most nourishing love in the world. She was the water keeping him alive.
“I should go now, it has rained enough.” Although it was clearly visible she didn’t want to separate from her long lost lover, she had duties he could never understand as a human. The relationship between man and his deity has always been a little complicated.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to.” She said with an awkward smile.
“Take me with you.” At such a response, she laughed and shook her head.
“I’ll see you next time it rains, my dear.”
Just a few seconds of thinking it over made Minho understand that could never be enough for him. Minutes of rain could never soothe his drought. He needed more than a kiss, more than a dance, he needed to breathe, he needed to love.
“No.” He replied bluntly. “I’m not afraid of the beyond anymore. I’ve been there before. There is nothing for me here. There isn’t, there won’t, just like there wasn’t ever anything important to me besides you-”
“My darling heart, please-”
“I’m not afraid to drown. Please, take me with you. Take me home.”
“I love you, my darling heart. We’ll meet again soon.” With that, she disappeared and nothing remained but raindrops. Soon, those too went away and the sky cleared up, not even leaving behind a trail of mist. There was nothing for him to grasp onto anymore, no hand to hold,
Minho fell to his knees and began to sob. His soul has been waiting, yearning, longing for her for decades, if not hundreds of years. There was no point to existence if their hearts don’t interweave again.
The rumbling of another car in the distance brought to his attention that his neighbor had found him. He wiped off his tears and pretended to be fine, dazed out of his mind, his heart a glass shattering over and over again.
He didn’t go back to the farmhouse. Instead, he drove forward on the highway as if there was nothing behind him to ever find again. He didn’t have a reason for heading home, but he did so anyway. The sky was clear and so his mind was clouded.
By the time he arrived in his hometown, it was night; the streetlights were the only things standing tall on the street besides Minho. Before he could even realize, a raindrop fell onto his shoulder, feeling almost as if he was tapped. He turned around in a haste and was greeted by his Goddess, smiling at him through the raindrops. The sky was clouded, so his mind was clear.
“I’ll never truly be away from you again, my darling heart.” She giggled, stealing a quick kiss from his smiling lips. “Shall we?” She mocked, grabbing him and spinning him into a dance in the middle of the street. “I’ve found a way for us to be together.”
The Gods had agreed to gift her a lake of her own, in which she could live and materialize herself whenever her powers weren't needed. This was fantastic news for Minho, who wasted no time in buying himself the cabin attached to that lake. In the intimacy of the forest, of the lake, of the mosquitos and the woodpeckers, Minho would sit by the water and stargaze with his lover every night.
They would fantasize about future lives together, about being stars in the same constellation, about the kind of house they’d love to own together. Their kisses were watery, their dreams were impossible, but their bond was unbreakable. If one looked at them from a distance, where their silhouettes would blend in with the horizon, one wouldn’t be able to tell one was temporal and one was atemporal.
It was almost a normal love story, but the relationship between man and his deity has always been a little complicated.
Hello dear Kleotics and random visitors to this blog!
As you have noticed, I have finished the last game with the question "What type of lover do I attract now?"
Thank you everyone who participated!
If you don't see your ask answered, it means you didn't follow the rules or you sent it after the game was closed or it never made it into my inbox. Best of luck next time!
Please remember that my games come sporadically now. I don't have as much time as I used to have. This blog is mostly on hiatus. 😊
I occasionally host tarot (or oracle or pendulum) games but they're heavily curated.
They're open for a short time
I only complete a certain number of requests
There are rules to be followed
There's always a prompt question picked by me, I don't allow others to pick the question for the readings
Thank you for understanding!
Have a lovely day!
P.S. It's a common politeness to start with Hello or Hi. Even as an anonymous user, try to maintain basic good manners. It will make your future life easier. 😊
Your K-pop links sends us to Google we can't see can you fix maybe search doesn't work on your blog
Hello!
You'll have to be more specific. I have checked several links randomly in Ateez, Monsta X, Enhypen, Stray Kids and Solo Artists sections and they all work well for me.
Please make sure your app is regularly updated and that you have allowed the mature content.
If you still encounter issues, please let me know the specific links you have problems with.
I have done hundreds of readings and I won't redo all of them. 😂
Thank you for understanding!
Have a lovely day!
P.S. Make a habit out of starting requests with pleasantries like "Hello" or "Hi". It's polite and if you learn it now, your future life is going to be much easier. 😉
Please tell me something, I’m just at the very early stage of my relationship 🫣. Thank you
Hello, dear!
Thank you so much for participating in my tiny tarot game.
Let's check out the results!
Question: What type of lover do I attract now?
Deck: Dark Wood Tarot
Card: 5 of Cups
You are currently attracting a lover who is going through a rough time in their life. They have many reasons to feel sad or devastated about things but this loss in their life is only happening so they can grow from it and welcome something new coming their way. They might be going through an emotionally challenging time when they need to honestly look at themselves and decide what kind of person they want to be. It's hard to admit their less sparkly sides but if they manage to overcome the initial shock and sadness, they will arise from the ashes.
Hello❤️ if its not too late, I would like to join ur mini tarot game(what type of lover do i attract now?). My initials are A.M. thank you!
Hello, dear!
Thank you so much for participating in my tiny tarot game.
Let's check out the results!
Question: What type of lover do I attract now?
Deck: Dark Wood Tarot
Card: 8 of Cups
You are attracting a person in a process of transition now. They are leaving behind something that no longer serves them well and ascending towards a better life. It might mean that they broke up with their last partner recently and feeling like moving on and starting a new phase in their life. It's probably not completely easy for them and they might seem a bit closed up but that's only because they need to process things on their own pace. They dislike being rushed or pushed. They are determined to live a better life from now on but it's going to be under their conditions this time.
Hello! May I participate in your event? My initials are ABM!
Thank you and hope you have a lovely day!
Hello, dear!
Thank you so much for participating in my tiny tarot game.
Let's check out the results!
Question: What type of lover do I attract now?
Deck: Dark Wood Tarot
Card: V Hierophant
You are currently attracting a mature and serious lover. They know their place in this world and might be an expert in their field. They have the knowledge, skills and authority. They are likely experienced and people turn to them for advice. They are well respected and a pillar of their community. They are selfless but might have a tendency to preach or act like a teacher towards others even when they are not requested to do so. It's not to boost their ego, though, they genuinely want to help and share their expertise. They might be lacking some kind of lightness and seem a bit rigid and serious but at the same time, there's this deep desire to defy the norms and rebel against rules.
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Question: What type of lover do I attract now?
Deck: Dark Wood Tarot
Card: Queen of Pentacles
You are attracting deeply loving and nurturing lover now. They are very sensual and passionate and caring. They have this warm and soft quality to them, they love to pamper their loved ones. They are supportive and encouraging, have this nearly parental kindness in their character. They are likely to treat their loved ones with gentleness and all unconditional love. They are emotionally mature and always supportive and caring. They might sometimes even make you feel like they're suffocating you with their love but at the same time, they are open to honest conversations and understand that their affection can sometimes be a bit too much.
