#NOW tell me why did i draw holy like this i swear it was not intentional

[moonilit]

Self Immolation chapter 17, Holy and Jote for @itsjustliah

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day twenty

prompt: lovers to enemies pairing: carlos/oscar word count: 500w

“Lando,” Oscar says, wedging the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he ducks behind the upturned couch. “Now is really not the time.”

From the other side of the room Oscar can hear loud swearing and a gun being reloaded. He reloads his own gun and locates the emergency knife he keeps in his boot.

“Are you sure? Because I feel like you’re gonna want to hear this,” Lando says.

“Depends. If you’re calling me to tell me my husband turned out to also be a super spy who has now gotten explicit instructions to kill me, don’t worry. I got the memo.” The swearing has stopped. So has the sounds of the gun loading. Actually, it’s gotten eerily quiet. Oscar carefully peaks over the edge of the couch and nearly gets hit by a bullet to the face. He swears loudly and makes a run for it, only just managing to jump into the hallway and hide behind the wall.

Across from him, a stray bullet hits their wedding photo, and it shatters into a million pieces.

“Holy shit, yeah, that was what I was going to tell you!” Lando says, sounding slightly awestruck. “How did you know?”

“Because,” Oscar says, taking a deep steadying breath, stepping out behind the wall into the doorway, firing a few shots into the living room before ducking back. “He’s currently trying to fucking kill me.”

“Oh my god why didn’t you say so! This call could have waited!” Lando says, and Oscar sighs. Deeply. He loves Lando, he really does, but sometimes.

“Sorry,” he says. “Will do next time.”

“So, now what?” Lando says.

“I don’t know, I-“ But then suddenly the phone gets slapped out of his hands and Carlos is right there, pinning him against the wall, knife against his throat.

“Gotcha,” he says.

“Not our good knife,” Oscar says, glancing down. “It took me ages to get that thing sharp again.”

“And what a good job you did,” Carlos says, pressing the knife closer so it grazes the skin of Oscar’s throat, drawing blood.

“Good thing it’s not the only one I sharpened,” he says, bringing the attention to the emergency knife, which is currently pressed against Carlos’s side.

“It seems, mi amor, that we are at an impasse,” Carlos says, and his eyes are shining with mirth, and Jesus Christ, who knew Oscar’s husband was hot and dangerous. It’s doing things to him he does not like to admit.

“It seems, mi amor, that we are,” Oscar parrots, tripping over the Spanish like he always does when he tries.

Carlos is grinning at him, and Oscar is grinning back, and then before either of them can make a move, the world explodes around them.

[themissinghand]

hallo!! hope you're having a wonderful day and your works are just so good!!!

can i request for jinwoo with a photographer male reader that like works for events and stuff. plus, he always gets complimented by people, and even jinwoo, by how pretty he looks and asking if he ever gets photographed to which reader denied because he's actually camera shy

now, he's in an event at a park and jinwoo is there and sees reader taking photographs and jinwoo decides to be sneaky and tries to get a photo of reader but reader caughts him and just smiled at the camera before telling jinwoo to delete it.

jinwoo, in fact, did not.

im so sorry if this is too much or long JASJS

Solo Leveling: A Snapshot in Time

Summary: In which a picture is a thousand words, and Jinwoo wants to capture every moment with you.  

Or, just domestic fluff between two loving husbands, from the beginning to the end. 

Pairing: Husband! Sung Jinwoo x M! Photographer! Reader

Note: Thanks for your support! I’m glad that my stories are making you happy as I am writing them. One of my ways to de-stress honestly. Hope everyone is having a good day! 

Warnings: A bit of angst, because time waits for no one. 

★・・・・・・★

“Smile!” 

Click! 

“That’s it for today. Great work everyone.” 

Jinwoo watched his husband scramble everywhere with your team to take wedding photos with a big smile on his lips. 

No, Jinwoo is not jealous, after all, he has wedding photos of both of you. 

Instead, he was simply awe-struck by how pretty his husband looks, especially when he’s passionate about his job. 

“See you tomorrow at the office everyone!” You waved off your children (employees) and jogged towards Jinwoo who popped out from one of the shadows.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would come so early to pick me up.” Jinwoo pulls you close and kisses your forehead, and you tippy-toe to return a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s okay, I got off work early. I love watching you work anyway.” 

The two of you caught up with each other about your days, and you especially liked to hear about Jinwoo’s work considering he was a detective. Jinwoo however, does his best to avoid all the…graphic details of his work. 

Even though Jinwoo knew you wouldn’t mind (you never did), he wanted only good things to happen to you. 

(Because you were always there for him - until he couldn’t protect you) 

“Jinwoo?” 

“Can we take a selfie?” Jinwoo pulls out his phone to change the topic, but his husband quickly turns the other way and covers his face. 

“Jinwoo! I don’t look good right now!” You shyly exclaim, but you couldn’t escape since Jinwoo held onto your shirt. 

“Don’t worry, you’re beautiful.” 

“Maybe next time Jinwoo.” Seeing your flustered expression, Jinwoo decided not to push further, instead he raised a pinky.

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

“Jinwoo…I love you.” 

The Monarchs had targeted you, leaving you in such a bloodied state. 

“No. No!” Hearing your faint heartbeat, Jinwoo quickly pulled out his Holy Water of Life.

But it was too late. 

“Why, why isn’t it working?!” But Jinwoo knew why - the Holy Water could not cure the dead.

“My Liege, His Highness has passed away.”

“Why…what happened.” Jinwoo crushed the empty bottle of Holy Water with his bare hands as he held you. 

“It was an ambush. Multiple Monarchs have targeted His Highness in an instant, and we could not protect His Highness.” 

All of his soldiers knelt down in shame.

“Please punish us My Liege. We fail you.”

Jinwoo held your body close as he shed tears, before his tear turn into fuel for his rage.

“Your punishment will be due later, we will hunt down the Monarchs.”

“Yes My Liege!” Jinwoo saw your peaceful expression, as if nothing had gone wrong. 

“If…we meet in our next life, I swear I will protect you.” 

Carrying your body into his shadow realm and resting you in a casket, all of his shadows knelt in respect. 

“Wait for me, (Y/N).” 

“Honey? Another nightmare?” Jinwoo felt a finger gently pressing on his forehead, and drawing on his arm. 

He slowly opens his eyes, his breathing shaking as he pulls you close. 

“Oh dear. Was it bad?” 

He nods, and hugs you tighter. You pat him on the back and whisper sweet words to him.

“I love you.” 

“Whatever you do, I’ll support you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.” 

Do you know? Of course not. 

All of it was in the past, and Jinwoo hopes it stays that way. 

Even if the world is peaceful, he knows how cruel people can be, that’s why, he’s learned his lesson and stationed many of his shadows around you. 

Never again. 

Click! 

“Okay, a few more before our break!” It was a fashion shoot, and you even dressed up a bit more to match the elegant theme. 

Dressed in a fancy blue suit, Jinwoo believed you too could stand on stage. Even the director of the shoot itself invited you, but you didn’t dare considering you were camera shy. 

But Jinwoo knew it would be such a shame if no one captured this moment. 

“(Y/N).” Jinwoo called out, quickly whipping out his phone. 

“What-” You were surprised, and before you shield yourself from the camera, Jinwoo winked. 

“Promise.” 

He could see you muttering “fine”, before a gentle smile graced your lips. 

Click!

“You have to delete it okay?” You whispered, and Jinwoo nodded.

But if fact, he did not. 

After all, he knew it wasn’t just him who took photos of you, so of course that wouldn’t do. He immediately had shadows mess with those photographers and steal some of the good ones for himself. 

The photo became his phone screen. 

And Jinwoo makes sure that he captures every moment, because unlike him, you were not immune to time.

“Jinwoo…thank you for loving me. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met you to now, I always feel like I’ve known you for a long long time.” 

Jinwoo sits by your hospital bed, holding your wrinkled hand. 

“Maybe because we met in our last life.” You chuckle, before coughing. 

“Even when we’re old now, you still look so handsome.” Jinwoo chuckle lightly before pressing a kiss to your hand. 

We promised we'll be together forever.

“No, you’re more beautiful.” A bright, youthful smile rose to your lips, making Jinwoo reminisce to the past as young adults. 

But alas, time is so cruel.

“Jinwoo, I pray that we meet in our next life.” 

Jinwoo decided to respect you and let you go. 

“I love you.” With a final breath, your hand remains limp in his, and tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“I love you too.” 

Jinwoo’s phone lights up with dozens of missed calls and messages, but he doesn’t mind, instead, he removes them all to reveal a timeless treasure, a photo of you smiling at the camera.

“Wait for me, (Y/N).”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

heyo bro, it's been a bit since i requested anything, so, first off:

how are you? hope you're doing well ^^

secondly, could i possibly request a drabble about julian and mc getting arrested for something and portia (and/or mazelinka) having to come bail them out?

have a good day, my bro :D

~ @dumbfxck00 no idea if this is the direction you wanted this to go in, friend, but I hope you like it! ~

"She's going to kill us, isn't she."

It's phrased like a question, but the doleful words coming from the lanky redhead shackled next to you in the stone cell sound a lot more like a factual statement. A very depressed, slightly melodramatic, decently self-pitying statement. You draw your knees up with a slight shiver in the damp air as you weigh your options.

"I could always try calling Asra -"

"God, no -"

"You're right."

"At least Pasha could forgive me. She's a good sister, after all," He lets out a long-suffering groan and hangs his head, "and what a failure of an older brother I've been."

"Hey," You scoot in closer with another shiver, mainly in an effort to comfort him but also in the hopes of getting a little more warmth.

Julian lifts his head at your movement. You watch all the confidence and charisma rush back into his bearing as he notices your plight, reaching his not-chained hand up to whip his coat around your shoulders as he scoots closer to you. You end up glued to his side with his legs over yours, face pressed to his chest, as he wraps you up in the heavy black cloth and tucks you in tight.

"Rather chilly in here, isn't it?" He gazes down at you fondly, his warm grey eyes only a few inches from your face. "This is morbidly romantic ... seeking each other's warmth in a prison cell ... brought closer by our love than the shackles that bind us ... despite the crimes I've hardened my heart with ..." His expression falls. "and here you are, an innocent ... suffering alongside me, a murderer ..."

You huff against his shirt. "You're not a murderer, Julian. And your heart is still plenty warm."

He perks up again. "You can feel it, can you?" He leans in closer, his mood lifting once again as he leans in for a kiss. "Can you feel how it beats for you, even chained as the criminal I am now?"

"ILYA I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY -"

Julian winces and jumps. You snuggle smugly into the coat as Portia comes storming down the corridor with a concerned looking Nadia behind her. Portia slams her hands against the iron bars, rattling them with a ferocity that, really, you can't blame her for at all.

"WHY ARE YOU IN HERE?! TELL ME TO MY FACE!!"

Your lover cowers, grief-stricken. "Your brother's a murderer, Pasha, I've taken a life -"

Portia turns her gaze on you and you give a deadpan response, ready to leave the cell and not willing to risk her wrath. "He accidentally dropped a kid's new goldfish into a canal when they asked him to hold it, and an eel ate it before he could jump in."

Julian winces, his voice coming out much smaller as Portia turns her unimpressed stare back at him. "I failed them ... I'm supposed to save lives, not lose them -"

Portia groans. "And how did that lead to you and MC in a cell?"

"A mistake!" His melodramatics kick up again, the chain rattling as he springs to his feet. "They're innocent, I swear! Do with me as a murderer deserves, but don't let them suffer on my behalf!"

You snuggle further into the coat and idly wonder if there's any way she'd invite you to dinner at the cottage if you cooperated sweetly enough. "He felt so bad he turned himself in to the nearest guards on a murder confession and asked to be arrested."

Portia's eyes go dull. "And you?"

Now you start to feel a little silly. "And I didn't want him to go alone."

Behind her, the Countess is quietly laughing into her hand. Portia reaches her hand out for the keys to the cell and opens it with a loud squeal before storming in and yanking for the chains attached to the wall.

"I can't believe you two. You're really perfect for each other, you know that? Two idiots competing to see who's smarter and tieing for third place." She reaches a hand out to help you to your feet, ignoring her brother's feeble protest as he's left to follow on his own. You give her and Nadia a grateful smile.

"Thanks for getting us out."

"I knew when I was informed that a certain 'Dr Devorak and company' were arrested that there must have been some mistake," Nadia hums, "I'm grateful to Portia for responding so promptly, or I would have been forced to contact your honorary grandmother."

Julian audibly gulps behind you. You make your best effort at looking penitent, but your stomach betrays you with a loud growl. Portia bursts into snorting giggles and turns away before you can apologize.

"I'm going to get dinner started. It's your choice if you stay behind."

[star-girl69]

enemies to lover with nat !! i’m begging for u to end this drought! spoiled reader who always get on nats nerve very angsty if you could make it

Party Queen

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

—-

a/n: this was so fun to write but idk if i did the request justice ☹️ anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: drugs and alcohol, underage drinking and smoking, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

“Of course I wasn’t home for curfew,” you chuckle, sending Shauna and Jackie an odd look. You were talking about the keg party you had all attended last night, and how late you had ended up leaving.

“Won’t your parents care?” Shauna scoffs.

“As long as I’m not pregnant, why the hell would Rebecca care?”

Both of them look at you, even more confused now. You sigh, bringing your knee up to your chest to tie your cleats.

“Rebecca? The housekeeper? I told you guys about her, right?” Jackie nods after a moment.

“Yeah, but… I kinda thought you were joking?”

You let out a laugh, bending over on the bench, almost crying as you double over.

“Oh, oh, my God, that is so funny,” you breathe when you calm down. “I mean, like, not to be a bitch, but come on! My dad’s off in like, Canada or something, and my mom’s at a wellness retreat in San Antonio. Rebecca is my second mom, basically.”

“Yeah…” Jackie chuckles. “Because that’s perfectly normal.”

You shrug, setting your now tied cleats onto the ground.

“Oh, that reminds me. I was thinking- team bonding at my house tonight? We can use the pool, and I think the hottub is warm, and Rebecca can order pizza for us!” you stand up, putting your hands around Jackie and Shauna’s shoulders as Coach Martinez calls you onto the field.

“Can Jeff come?” Jackie asks.

“Only if you share,” you wink, and it takes Jackie a moment, but she laughs when she realizes you’re joking.

Shauna shrugs. “I’ll come.”

“Great!” you smile, squeezing their shoulders before letting go to take a knee in front of Coach.

—-

“Hey, Taissa,” you say. There’s a pause in the scrimmage- one of the JV girls had accidentally kicked the ball over the fence, and Misty had volunteered to go get it, conveniently not knowing where the extras were.

“Hey, Y/N,” Taissa says, stretching by pulling her foot up to her back.

“Team bonding at my house tonight?” she raises one eyebrow at you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a reputation. “Fine. It’s a party.”

She looks you up and down. “Free booze?”

“And pizza!” you sing. “Bring your bathing suit, too.”

She bites her lip, toying with the idea. “Sure,” she says after a moment, sending you a small smile.

“What could the great Taissa Turner possibly have to say to the Party Queen?” Natalie snorts, walking over just as Misty shouts she has the ball, starting her run back over.

Taissa rolls her eyes.

“Party,” you say, drawing out the world while you fix your ponytail. “Free booze, free pizza, and my pool? What’s not to love?”

She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Sorry, Y/N, I’m just deathly allergic to mansions and the people who live in them.”

“You’re no fun,” you scoff. “I mean, what else are you gonna do tonight? Get drunk and suck someone’s dick? Why not at least do it on my dad’s dime?”

“Ha. Fuck you, Y/N.”

“Will you just come?” you groan. “It’s team bonding.”

She stares at you up and down for a moment, and you adjust your jersey, feeling weird under her stare.

“Fine,” she says after a moment.

—-

Rebecca had only shook her head and said not to cause any damage, before placing an order for a million pizzas, and you changed into bathing suit, putting on a loose white cover-up, making sure the pool was clean and the snacks and pizza were out- before you rubbed some sunscreen on yourself, put on some sunglasses, and sat in the last rays of the dying sun.

“Oh, holy shit,” someone laughs, and you hear the click of the fence gate shut. You pull your sunglasses down, looking at Taissa and Van.

“You’re here!” you smile, standing up, adjusting your sunglasses and placing an oversized beach hat on your head. Van immediately grabs a slice of pizza, looking at you, but you only make a wide motion with your hands. “The hot tubs at, like, 102, and the pool is at 84, I think,” your voice drops to a whisper, even though Rebecca is inside the guest room reading her romance book, “the beer is in the coolers.” You nod your head to the two coolers you had lined up against the wall and filled with cheap alcohol.

“Oh, thank God,” Taissa mutters, immediately walking over to it. The gate creaks open again, and slowly, everyone starts filing in.

—-

Natalie doesn’t arrive until it’s already dark, when it feels like the party is just getting started. You’ve long abandoned all your accessories, instead chatting with one of the freshman, Allie, about how she had gotten invited to prom.

“Hey, Party Queen,” Natalie mutters, looking around, and you’re already a little tipsy.

“Natalie!” you shout, not meaning to, and she laughs and cringes while you clear your throat. “I’m drunk,” you explain, and she raises her eyebrows.

“Just a bit?”

“Just a bit,” you nod, saluting like a soldier, which makes you giggle. “Oh, um, beer is-” you spin around, until you finally find the wall with the coolers. “There. And any pizza left is on the table. You were late,” you shrug.

“Oh, wow. What will I ever do without a slice of cheap pizza?”

You frown. “I love Alfredo’s pizza, though.”

“Oh, God,” she mutters, looking around the backyard. Allie has long since walked away. “This place is ridiculous, you know?”

“Ridiculously fun?” you ask, reaching out to grab her wrist, tugging her over to the lounge chairs. A girl screams as she jumps into the pool from the diving board, and Natalie grins, laughing.

“Not the word I would have used,” Natalie shrugs, and you grab her bag from her and put it on the nearest lounge chair. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, not making a move to grab her bag.

“Won’t you swim?” you ask, feeling slightly bad that not everyone is having fun at your party. You had a reputation to uphold, anyways. Natalie rolls her eyes, and you lift off your bathing suit cover, letting it drop to the concrete.

She looks at your boobs.

“Stoo staring at my boobs,” you grumble, slipping off your flip-flops.

“What- why would I stare at your boobs?”

“‘Cause I’m hot, duh.”

“I think the parties are getting to your brain.”

You shrug and step into the water, looking at her over your shoulder. And she’s staring at you, but she doesn’t make any move to take off your own clothes. You shrug and submerge yourself, swimming over to Jackie, Shauna, and the infamous Jeff.

—-

You climb out of the pool, pretending you don’t feel eyes on you, spotting Natalie and a glowing ember in her hand. She hasn’t even taken off her jacket, and you suppose it’s a little chilly, especially coming out of the water.

The refreshing pool did nothing to make you any less drunk, and you sit on the end of Natalie’s lounge chair, forcing her to tuck her legs up and sit to avoid getting wet.

“Jesus Christ,” she groans, letting smoke blow out of her mouth. You lean forward.

“Give me some,” you say.

She scoffs. “Why would I do that? Not even a please from the spoiled queen? Oh, God, I’m wounded.”

“Fine. You’ve smoked so much I can probably just absorb it from the air around you.”

You can see her smile, slightly forced, like it always is when it comes to you. “Why are you such a bitch? Mad that daddy’s away?”

“I’m having a pool party at my house, unsupervised, with pizza and beer. Why would I be mad?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she mumbles.

“Seriously, can I have some, though?”

“No.”

“Look at who’s the bitch now, huh?”

“You didn’t even say please, you spoiled brat.”

“Please!” you shout, a smile on your face, and Natalie laughs but finally gives in after a moment, putting the join in front of your face, and you eagerly wrap your lips around the end and breathe in the poisoned air.

You cough, smoke dripping from your mouth.

“Loser,” she mumbles, and you choose to pretend not to have heard it. She takes it back, taking her own drag, and the sounds of the girls talking and shouting and water splashing becomes the only noise.

Natalie Scatorccio has hated you from as long as you could remember. Maybe she was jealous, or maybe you had really done something to hurt her- either indirectly, or so long ago and small enough you had completely forgotten.

“Jesus,” she mutters after a moment, shuffling around, before something hits you.

“The fuck?” you ask, only to be faced with Natalie’s jacket.

“You’re shivering. It’s making me cold just looking at you.”

“Aw,” you coo, wrapping the leather jackets over your mostly-dried shoulders. “Who knew Natalie Scatorccio, infamous bitch, had a heart?”

“Who knew Y/N L/N, infamous brat, could be stupid enough to not grab a towel after she got out the pool?”

“Why do you hate me?” you ask after a moment. “Like, seriously. Did I do something super fucked up in elementary school? Because, come on, get over it.”

“I don’t hate you. You’re just annoying and spoiled.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” You turn to her, eyeing her suspiciously, and her cheeks flush, but it’s probably from the weed. “Get over it,” you say after a moment. “Not my fault my dad is like, rich, or whatever.”

She just looks away.

“Well, you’re annoying, too, you know,” you say after a moment, missing the sound of her voice.

“Oh?” she asks, but by the way she smiles- both of you know you have nothing to say.

“Whatever,” you mumble. “This is making me sad.”

You stand, stumbling a bit, throwing Natalie’s now damp jacket back onto her.

—-

By the time Jackie and Shauna have bid their goodbyes to you, everyone else is gone. You sigh, suiting on a lounge chair in the pitch black, stretching and feeling everything pop, before curling up. You think you stay like that for a few more minutes, telling yourself you’ll get up, but you never do.

The gate creaks open again, and you flip over, scared about serial killers-

“Damn,” Natalie mutters. “I just forgot my jacket. You… you good?” you sigh and wrap your arms around yourself.

You love throwing parties. You love the people and the music, the food and the drinks, the drugs, everything about it. They call you the Party Queen and you are- but mainly because you wish they would never end.

There’s this empty feeling festering inside of you, and this sickness that will never be cured. You tell yourself you’re not bothered by your parents leaving, but now, you don’t know.

Natalie takes a few steps closer, and you look up at her.

“I never like the end of parties,” you say.

“It’s freezing outside. You’re gonna catch a cold,” Natalie sighs, picking up her jacket. But maybe you’re too drunk too move. Natalie takes a sip from someone’s leftover beer. She mutters something to herself, before grabbing your hand and hauling you up to stand.

You stumble, drunk and confused, and she’s drunk too, so she barely steadies you, her hands all over you.

“Huh?” you say, and she wraps a tentative arm around your waist and guides you around the pool, and to the faint lights of your house.

“Time for bed,” she mumbles, and you look at her, before unlocking the sliding glass door and stepping inside the cool house.

“Why are you helping me?” you ask, staring at her suspiciously as you both lean on each other, tired and tipsy.

“I would feel like shit if I just let you to die out there.”

“I wasn’t gonna die,” you snort, taking a turn so you end up in front of the stairs. “It’s not cold enough for that yet. Besides, I was gonna get up.”

“You’re drunk,” she deadpans, and you look at her, almost missing a step, but the two of you quickly steady yourselves. “You can’t even get up the stairs, Y/N,” she sighs.

“Okay,” you mumble, drawing out the word, until you finally lean forward and open the door. Natalie helps you sit on the bed, before looking around your room, covered in soccer trophies and medals, pictures of various teams you had been on.

She sighs. “Goodnight, Party Queen,” she says after a moment, and turns to leave.

“How are you gonna get home?”

“Walk,” she shrugs, and you open the window near your bed, looking out at the sky through the faint streetlights. It’s dark, not only from the lack of sunlight but from some dark clouds rolling about in the sky.

“But, like, don’t you live at the trailer park? That’s, like, on the other side of town.” You gesture to the window. “I think it’s gonna rain.”

“Okay, Miss Meteorologist,” she chuckles, but you aren’t laughing. You’re tired.

“You can stay, if you want,” you yawn. “Rebecca won’t mind.”

“Goodnight,” she says again, as you stand up and start to slip off your bathing suit.

“You should stay.”

She doesn’t turn around until you do, until you’ve slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of undies.

“You should stay, Natalie. I would feel horrible if you died out there.”

She looks at you, then at the dark window.

“Fine,” she says after a moment, slipping off her jacket and her sneakers, placing them in a neat pile near your bed. “Only ‘cause I don’t wanna get rained on.”

“You’re drooling thinking about sharing a bed with me.”

It takes her a moment, but she laughs. Like, really, truly laughs in a way you haven’t heard anyone laugh in years. And after a moment, you’re laughing too, and suddenly she’s sitting on the edge of your bed next to you, the laughter dying off.

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, already dreading waking up with a hangover.

Everything you’re doing is shrouded in a thick haze, and you can’t tell which way is up or down, and you can’t turn back. Not now.

“I always thought you were a bitch. ‘Cause you were such a bitch to me,” you say, curling up on your side. She lays on her back, staring at the ceiling, staying far away from you and breathing heavily.

“You deserved it,” she says after a moment. “You always walk around like you own the world- it was my cosmic duty to knock you down a few pegs.” You giggle, and she finally turns her head to face you. She hides a hiccup into her hand. “But, uh, this house is so big and empty, you know? Now I feel bad.”

“I don’t think you’re so bad, Natalie,” you murmur, and she lets out a dry laugh.

“Maybe you aren’t either. I mean, you’re still a spoiled brat, but.”

“And you’re a trailer park loser.”

“Then you’re a desperate loser.”

“Fuck off, bitch,” you mutter into the pillow. “At least I’m not a goddamn drug addict.”

“At least I’m not a poor little lonely girl, waiting here her parents to pay attention to her.” She turns fully onto her side, and you look at her with narrowed eyes.

“At least my parents make money.”

“Shut up,” she breathes. “You don’t even know anything except spending money.”

“And you don’t know anything besides sucking dick.” The air in the room feels heavier, tangible.

“Shut up.”

“At least I have money to spend.”

But the more you talk, the more you don’t mean it. The more smiles form across both of your faces, giddy and carefree, too teenage girls basically home alone in a big mansion- but they only care about this room, this bed.

“Shut. Up.”

She’s whispering now, leaning towards you, and you’re leaning towards her, like you’re two magnets who can’t stay away.

“You shut up.”

She makes a motion that seems to be a shrug, before making the final leap forward, that final connection, and smashing her lips onto yours.

Life becomes flashes of teeth and tongues, lips and hands, until you’re pulling back for air, her hands in your hair, your lips bitten and swollen, the remnants of your lipstick smeared across her face.

She only pulls away enough so that your noses still brush against each others, and you can feel her breath against your skin, labored from kissing.

“At least I’m not a stupid Party Queen,” she gasps after a moment.

You smile. “You wish you were.”

—-

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@emilynissangtr

[cupoftaae]

HII i'd like to request prompt 11 "give me time, give us time" for kookiee? and if its ok id like to give u a small plot just in case you dont know how to work with this if thats okay 🥺

so the tiny tannie lil ol plot for this wuld be: jk being a bit of a workaholic (very much so.) and y/n is quite tired of it.. note that this is non!idol and married! :D they had a talk and a cool plot twist wuld be how y/n was actualy planning to surprise him abt being pregnant!!!GASPAND THEN KOOKIE NEVER NOTICED THE SYMPTOMS CUZ HES BEEN WORKING TOO MUCH!!! and like yeah she getzz rlly emotionsl

AND IF ITS OK CAN U GIVE LIKE AN AFTERMATH OF THIS? LIKE 1 OR 2 YEARS AWAY FROM THE ARGUMET? hope this isnt too much 😭

Hello!! oh my goodness this is so amazing, no one has given me a plot to write by, this is really cool and I hope that I do a good enough job portraying this for you! Thank you so much for sending this in <3

La La Land (JK drabble request)

warnings- mentions of drinking, angst, mentions of pregnancy, swearing, couple fighting, fluff, kissing (nothing major) I think thats all?

enjoy <3

"I cant tell, is this a positive or negative?"

Your voice was shaky and frail, holding up the test to your phone camera, trying to show your friend.

"blurry, cant see, read the box y/n. instructions are there" Your friend sighed, in her defense, it was late, and you called her out of slumber- but only because you were totally hyped at the sudden realization that you were finally possibly pregnant.

You and Jungkook had not necessarily been trying, nor necessarily avoiding it.

You both wanted kids, but never really specified when. Considering the fact you have now been married for 2 years, and your relatives are up your ass about when it is that you will have a baby, even though its not their business at all.

You wanted this for you, and today might be the day you get what you wished for.

"You just took it, let it sit for a moment"

you nodded at your friends words as you placed the test onto the bathroom sink, moving your hands to rest on your hips as your teeth tugged at your bottom lip in thought.

"whats on your mind, hun?" she asked

"a lot..." you giggled, drawing your eyes back to her. "If I am, I just hope Kook is happy, thats all I want"

"mm his schedule is so busy"

"I know, work always comes first with him, thats why im nervous. Its not like he told me to take birth control or anything, and we have condoms he just refuses to use one" you snicker

She laughs, "well then yeah what did he expect?"

"but hes a head manager at the company he works at, hes spent so much time climbing the ladder to get there, what if this throws him in a loop?"

"y/n....girl...listen to me, he is partially responsible for this, so he needs to be accepting or I will personally come down there and make him accepting"

You laughed at your friend, thankful you had some humor relief out of all the tension.

"and listen, you are in your 30's, its not like you are 20 years old and unmarried, you know?"

"yeah...youre right...im gonna look now, I think its ready"

"okay"

You gently flipped over the test and held it close to your eyes, a faint blue plus sign appeared, making your heart thump so loud it was audible in your ears.

"holy shit, its positive!"

"its positive?" your friends voice shot up 3 octaves

"YES!!!" you jumped around, wishing jungkook was home right now to show him, instead bathing in the moment with your best friend.

"congratulations, y/n, oh my god im so happy for you!!!"

"thank you!" you wiped a few tears, gripping the test almost as if it wouldnt be real if you let it go. "oh jesus this is so....wow!"

"remember what I said, everything will be okay"

You nodded, taking a deep breath

"everything will be okay, yeah....your right."

-

Everything, in fact, was not alright.

It's been 2 weeks since that night you found out you were pregnant, and everytime you think you are ready to tell Jungkook, something happens.

"oh gotta go babe, they are calling me into work"

"too tired to talk tonight honey, i have to get up at 5am"

"not right now baby, maybe tomorrow?"

It never ended, he was in and out the front door constantly.

It was upsetting that the only time youve had to talk with him recently was when you both took a shower a few days ago.

"you look so tired" you frowned, pushing his hair back

"I know...I am"

"you need to sleep more" you kissed his chest, resting against it under the warm water.

He let out a soft laugh, "yeah...when is there time for rest?"

"its okay to take time off, you know? youre a manager, you have more control"

"I just need to prove to everyone that I am capable of handling the position" he insisted

"Obviously you are, they wouldnt-"

"y/n, just dont worry about it....okay?" he squeezed you softly, trying to change the subject and shutting you down, because you wouldnt get it

-

You wanted your husband, you wanted him more than anything, and this feeling only turned to anger as you sat with him at the dinner table one night.

You were now almost 2 months pregnant and still have not told him.

You planned a nice meal to eat, his favorite.

You cooked all the vegetables and spent hours slaving in the hot kitchen making sure everything was up to perfection for him, just for him to come home at 2am with no text in regard to him being late.

"its late, honey, im sorry, we can eat tomorrow"

You stood to your feet before he could leave the room, all of your dishes sitting on the stove, some now cold. "no, we are gonna eat now."

You know he smelled the food, and never did he once acknowledge the fact you made his favorite dish, or thank you for it.

His eyes widened, not used to hearing the sudden tone in your voice.

"please....please just sit" your voice cracked slightly as you watched him slowly walk back to the seat, sinking into it.

"are you mad at me?" he whispered, watching your back as you heated up the food into a plate for him.

"mad..?" you chuckle to yourself, trying to gather your thoughts.

"yeah, mad. are you?"

You took the food out of the microwave and handed it to him, sitting on the other end of the table and looking at him desperatley.

"jungkook...have you noticed anything...different?"

He smiled gently, confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean?"

Your expression softened from hopeful to dissapointment.

"you dont see...you dont feel like anything is different?"

"no?" he half smiled, looking around awkwardly.

You looked down at your plate, teary eyes overcoming you as you tried hard to prevent your breakdown- but its been a long time coming.

"wha-"

"jungkook!" you cry out desperately, leaving him shocked and confused at the odd behavior.

"baby why are you crying? whats going on? what is this?" he panicked

"You!! im crying because of you!!" you stood, covering your face as you felt the embarrassment fall over you.

"what did I do?" he got up and tried to come over to hold you, but you pushed him away.

He let you talk, not knowing how to respond to anything.

"you are never home, Jungkook. I fucking miss my husband, okay? I spent 4 hours in this kitchen, sick as hell, making your favorite dish and I dont get any type of thank you, instead you come home 3 hours late and decide its time to sleep, you reek of alcohol as well" you wipe you tears hastily.

He stood, looking at you as his eyes teared up

"I know work is important, I know it is, But I matter too Jungkook!! We are married, I am your WIFE! im not just the maid and chef here, you know?

"baby I never said any of that-"

"you treat me like one!!" you cry, pacing the room, "see, you still dont even notice anything do you?"

He looked helplessly, "Im sorry, honey, I really am, but I need work-"

"not this much!!" you looked at him sharply, "Ive been home alone these past few weeks, dealing with a certain situation ive been terrified to tell you about all by myself!"

"im here now, tell me! tell me! what is going on and how can I fix this?"

"I just want you, jungkook....One fucking day, one fucking dinner" you gesture to the table "When was the last time we even woke up together and cuddled, or had a fucking cup of coffee and talked? Months...MONTHS!"

"my angel im sorry ive been neglecting you, why didnt you say something to me sooner?"

"I was trying to understand, I was trying sooo hard to put myself in your shoes but damnit, jungkook, I cant hide it anymore" you sobbed, knowing how crazy you looked to him right now. "Its...its not fair!!"

He gently grabbed your arm, leading you towards him, his eyes searching deep into your own.

You sighed, trying to adjust your breathing, "g-give me time, give us time." you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked at him.

"us?"

You swallowed harshly, trying to steady your voice, "im pregnant, Jungkook. I found out weeks ago and since then youve left me home alone with not an ounce of time for me to tell you, which is now resulting in this"

He froze, his eyes softening at you as he tears up, "pregnant? baby..."

"yes!" you step back, "and...and you didnt even notice! I tried leaving clues, I left the test in your bedside nightstand and you never fucking saw it?"

"n-no baby...youre pregnant, oh my god, honey" he brought you back to him, a soft yet sad smile on his face

"Its been all me, im the only one who has to deal with it and its not fair. If you dont have time for me, how the hell are you gonna manage to parent our child?" you glared "I refuse to parent alone, this is a team effort, jungkook. Yes money is important, but I need you, I need you to stop being a manager first and my husband second"

He took a shaky breath, part of him scared to say the wrong thing, "I- I understand honey" he nodded, holding your hands as he cried "fuck- im so sorry" you let him pull you into a tight hug "Im so sorry holy shit...im such a fucking dumbass, how could I not know?" he ran his hand up and down your back, face hidden into your shoulder as you both cried.

"you need to understand, I am serious, things have to change!"

"they will! they will! I'll change right now I promise Im gonna be here for you, for both of you" his hands held your stomach, desperation in his voice "dont leave...." he whispered

"im not going to, jungkook. But you need to stop working so much, I cant do this by myself"

"you dont have to, im here for you, whatever you need, fuck I'll take the rest of the week off for you, just let me hold you" he squeezed you tighter

"I miss you so much" your voice was quiet

"I love you, im so sorry I never noticed, Im so dumb baby....I love you,I love you" he cupped your face and pressed a delicate kiss to your lips, forehead against yours, "thank you for all you do, im an ass for not recognizing any of it"

"I love you too....just please...do it for us...?"

He nods "anything....for you, i'll do fucking anything baby." he kisses you once more as you both gently sway in the kitchen. The tension of the argument still lingering in the air, thick and prominent.

This wasnt a fixed issue, more so a stepping stone to him proving his words.

If he wanted to be a dad, he needed to show you he was ready for it.

--

"he is crying again" you sigh, rubbing your eyes and sitting up to look at the baby monitor.

"I'll get him" jungkook immediately got up and walked down the hall, following the sad cries that led him to your baby's room.

"little man...its 4am...why the tears?"he frowned at his 3 month old who's arms flared around.

the first 2 months of Kaiylin being born, you kept him in your main bedroom at night but you wanted to test out how he would sleep on his own, and so far its not been good.

"you want mama, huh?" he picked him up, holding him close and gently bouncing his knees. He didnt smell, so it wasnt his diaper, and he had just been fed not too long ago, so it was easy for jungkook to know he just missed his mommy and daddy.

He slowly walked into the bedroom, you were about to fall asleep. "oh kai" you frown as your husband places him into the bed between you both, his body facing the smaller ones so he doesnt fall out or move around.

"aw baby" you rub his head softly, "its okay now, shh, shh"

Jungkook gives you an empathetic look, "I know you havent slept im sorry"

You shrug, "i'll nap tomorrow"

"I'll take him into my office, he can sit in his rocker while you nap"

You smile softly kissing your husband, "thanks, baby"

You had to admit, Jungkook has stepped up more than you assumed he would. Hes began to work from home, giving time for not only your little family, but especially you and him.

He has been such a help with everything, from watching Kai during the night, to cooking and cleaning for you, its been 100% teamwork since you gave birth and you couldnt thank him enough for it all,

Things were finally starting to even out and you could not have been happier, the man you married in the first place was returned back to you, in the form of a loving father.

"hes sleeping again, look" jungkook whispered

Your eyes darted to the newborn in between you and your husband, you slightly giggled, "poor thing"

"co-sleeping just works I guess" he smiled, leaning over to kiss you gently, "go back to sleep honey, ill watch him for a bit, its okay."

"I love you, thank you..." you looked at him

"I love you too sweetheart"

-

a/n- ahh! I really hope this is what you wanted, it was fun to write and follow the prompt. Thanks again for sending this in! -Nini

[scarlet97531]

⭕️❗️CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW A BOOK SERIES FOR NINE YEAR OLDS LITERALLY STARTS WITH GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DOES NOT GET BETTER??????

((General warning for graphic depictions of violence, lots of caps lock, and some swearing sprinkled in for fun for the rest of this post, also I don’t hate WoF, I love WoF, but I also think it’s batshit insane and needs to be addressed (in a pretty unserious way)))

The fucking prologue.

HELLO??? AM I CRAZY FOR THINKING THIS IS A BIT MUCH FOR THE PROLOGUE OF A CHILDREN’S BOOK???

This shot was the gateway drug for us istg. This fucking book series got is so hooked on fictional violence man 😭

We were drawing detailed dragon gore as fanart, looking at detailed gore that other people had drawn as fanart?

Seriously am I crazy????? This is the second main character killing her father to prove a point?????????

This is what we get for an explanation for where the first main character came from? His backstory is literally that his mom sold him for some cows??????????????????? WTF

Also just mudwing society in general is. It seems. Pretty weird. Like really weird.

“As the [human] shrieked again, she bent down and bit off its head.

“Blech,” she said, spitting it out again immediately. The head bounced across the grass as the body slowly toppled over, blood pouring out of it’s neck.”

UM?? OKAY!!

“She scored her talons along his wing, ripping open the scars”

“She shook Dune lightly, as if she were shaking the fluff off a dead pigeon. He clawed at her talons, his eyes bulging. “I mean, what use is a crippled dragon who cannot fly? I’m surprised you haven’t killed yourself already, SandWing. But I can take care of that for you.”

DAMN????

“No!” Sunny screamed, leaping at them.

But it was too late. With a chilling crack, Queen Scarlet snapped Dune’s neck and dropped his body on the stone floor.

“Dune!” Sunny howled. She squirmed past Scarlet and crouched beside him, shaking him with her front talons. His mangled wing flopped, his scales scraped against the rocks. His black eyes were empty. “Dune, wake up!””

HOLY SHIT???? WHY WAS THIS NECESSARY FOR A CHILDRENS BOOK

WHAT THE FUCK

AND THIS IS JUST SOME OF THE FIRST BOOK, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON LEGENDS OF DARKSTALKER MAN THAT SHIT WAS CRAZY

THIS IS BEING SOLD FOR NINE YEAR OLDS

THIS COULD VERY WELL BE A CHILD’S FIRST INTRODUCTION TO DEATH

WHAT WAS TUI THINKING???????????

LIKE ACTUALLY WHAT????

Honestly it is so unsurprising we turned out the way we did when this is what we were reading as a kid 😭

Literally our primary caretaker is named after Scarlet. The same scarlet in those quotes earlier. Like this shit is so in our brain and has been since we were twelve.

This shit. Is. Crazy.

And then every time I try to point out flaws In the writing or the plot ppl tell me “oh it’s not that deep it’s just a children’s book it’s not a big deal” LIKE. FUCKING. HELL IT IS.

ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO FUCKING WAY.

I am completely convinced that if we had never read these books our gorey pseudo memories would not be HALF as detailed and disturbingly accurate as they are now. Like seriously we did so well in anatomy classes because of this. Maybe that’s mostly the autism but i we never would have been so interested in anatomy if we weren’t trying to figure out how to draw anatomically accurate dragon disembowelment because of these damn books 😭

Anyways all this said I still fucking love wings of fire and I’m thinking of bringing back that thing where I draw cute cartoony dragons dying horribly :3

If anyone has horror stories about growing up reading wings of fire I want to hear them

WAIT ONE LAST THING- I forgot to mention the icewing massacre, attempted genocide, and general dragon racism….. hmmmm a topic for another time perhaps

[imaginethezeldaverse]

To the anon that had asked me last month about writing Yunobo and being put in a mating press............................

 I’m sorry this took me so long - truthfully I needed to build up the courage to write this holy fuck cause it was overwhelming to think about. I also lost the ask as I was writing this because Chrome decided not to cooperate which is why I don’t have the original ask on this post. Uhhhh...yeah! Allow me to lay my thirst below the cut oh my asdja. Let’s see what happens when you take a much more confident Tears of the Kingdom Yunobo, and pair that with a sprinkle of breeding and a full-on mating press 🥴 Hint: Something incredibly nasty. Reader is written female/afab because this lowkey self-indulgent bye 💗

It was a passing conversation. Something he swore he didn't mean to eavesdrop on, but in all fairness you weren't that far away from his particular earshot. You'd been chatting with Ramella who had just gotten back into town from her home in the Gerudo desert. He recalled hearing your squeal and at first thought something was wrong, but as he rounded the corner he realized it was a sound of embarrassed delight. "I'm telling you - you must ask your rock voe to hold you in a mating press while you passionately embrace. Ashai swears it's a delightful position," Ramella muses loudly at the way you're already blushing. "A-And it won't hurt when he pushes my knees toward my chest like that?" you stuttered, starting to swelter at the idea. The Gerudo merchant giggled at your question, nearly shouting she replied, "Not if you're flexible, it shouldn't!" "I-I suppose I could...ask..." you shyly mumbled back as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, face reddening by the second. Yunobo tucked his fingers to his chin in thought. Something you needed from him? Judging by your facial expressions and words, you sounded like you'd wanted whatever this hold was. But what exactly was it? Ramella mentioned it being a position, and he did overhear her say 'passionate embrace'...was it like a hug? "No that's not it, goro..." Yunobo said to himself, head tilting the opposite way as he thought further. Hugs don't normally involve your knees being at your chest last he checked; he also doesn't know you to be overly blushy about hugs in general. So what was so different about this 'mating pr--" And then it clicked. Now he understood why your cheeks were lighting up like a night lantern - and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same the more he thought about it himself. --- "Ahhh, Yunooo" you whined, back arching so your chest was further pinned to his. His colossal hand splayed across your back as he slowly filled you, his torso spreading your thighs as far apart as they could go. You relished in the feel of him, impossibly hard and thick inside of you - so much so your fingernails were already biting at his forearms. "Easy, goro...nice and ngh...slow, love..." he breathed into your ear. You had to applaud his restraint; Yunobo was always delicate with you at the beginning of your love-making, taking into consideration how much preparation and wherewithal it took for you to truly take him all in. Lashes fluttering from the deep stretch you moaned through a bitten lip at how the slight sting was dying out to pleasure now. Your hands slid up his arms, reaching to wrap around his neck. The Goron champion lifted his head just enough to seal his lips over yours, his hips drawing back and then thrusting forward. Your mewl into his mouth had him gripping you a little tighter, though his pace was kept exactly how you needed it for the moment: slow, hard, and as deep as your pussy would allow him. Each thrust would acclimate you, bend you to the shape of him and open you further. "Feel...good?..." Yunobo panted, blue eyes darkening to a rich navy as his eyelids fell halfway. Your lip was snatched between your teeth, your head leaning to the side, exposing your neck. "Yes! Ungh, goddess yessss!" And he believed you. With your breasts shaking under him, your lips parted in a semi-permanent 'O' and the feel of your hands holding onto him for dear life, he believed he was delivering your body the summation of his love and lust just fine. But something nudged at the back of Yunobo's mind, a pebble of a thought. He removed his hand from your back, gliding his palms down your hips and slotting under your knees. His body stilled for a moment, the sudden cease of his actions sending chills down your spine and causing you to flutter around his length. Your Goron beau hissed in a pleasured wince, before sitting upright on his knees and pushing yours to your chest. Your breath fell short as you were gently folded, still stuffed half-full with Goron cock. "Mmm..." Yunobo purred, a tinge of grit and machismo in tone. He leaned back over, caging your legs in place with his biceps, "Like...this, right, goro?" Eyes blown wide at how he could possibly known what you’d been silently working up the courage to ask, you gasped as he sunk back into you again. This position had him working into you deeper now, hitting a spot inside you that had your voice keening in another octave. Stars gathered behind your eyelids, your senses clouded with only the pleasure that stroked your walls and the sound of Yunobo's low grunting in the crook of your neck. He thanked Hylia for placing him in the right place at the right time - Ramella was right, this position was incredible to have you in. Something surged in his chest - fire and power lit his blood aflame as he felt the need to move faster inside you. Hoarse pants and sweetened moans dove into deeper growls and teeth-gritting grunts as he fed your body thrust after thrust after thrust. The hard edges of his hips smacked against your thighs, and you clawed desperately at his arms for purchase. Your breathy moans sang heavenly in your Goron’s ears as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.  “Oh! Ahhhhhhn, Yunobo, I--!” you cried out, your body aching to have him even closer than he was already. His thrusts grew sloppier as Yunobo let his instincts take him - barreling past the line of gentler sex with you and straight into full fucking you. His mind drove him to one objective: fill you up. With the way your hands dug into him, the bend in your spine with your head thrown back, and even the flex of your calves that most undoubtedly meant your toes were curling in absolute pleasure - you were close and he knew it. Yunobo’s powerful fingers ground harshly into the smooth surface beneath you both, cracking the build of his sculpted bed.  In your ear he panted low, “You gonna cum soon, love? I can hnnnk, feel it, y’know,” he licked a wet strip along the side of your neck, the slight hint of salt on his tongue, “So good to me...oooooh so good for me...gonna f-fill you up haaaahhh, sweetheart...you’ll take it, wontcha?”  His babbled, passionate words were sending your nerves into a frenzy, your cunt clenching around him as the ebb and flow of your release crept up your limbs.  “YES!” you sobbed, whole body wracked with desire, “Yunobo, please, I’m so close, mmmmf I’m, I-I’m...!”  Your words cut short at the sharp, empty scream of your voice, a blast of heat and ecstasy ripping through your entire body. Yunobo groaned heavily at feel of your pussy clamping tight on him, milking his cock with your rippling silken heat until even he could hold on no longer.  “That’s it, love, thaaaat’s it. All of it, goro, hahhh ffff--” His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed - a series of moans tumbling from his throat akin to a rough crescendo as he came buried deep inside you. The brawn in his thrusts softened to simple rolls in his hips as his growling lightened to airy huffs. His spent cock had emptied as much of him as would fit in your poor pussy, and when he pulled out of you - the wet squelch of it dribbling from your hole was unmistakable. Carefully, Yunobo set your legs down, making sure not to move too quickly so you could acclimate. When he was sure you were okay, you were easily flipped to sit in his lap, his arms tucking behind your back and holding you close. A gentle nuzzle of his nose on your cheek stirred you from the high of your post-coital bliss, followed by the cover of lips to your still heated skin, “I didn’t hurt you...did I?” came Yunobo’s meek whisper, tickling your ear. You sleepily shook your head in a negative and proceeded to rest on his chest.  He hummed quietly, “I’m glad...I don’t know what came over me, goro...I just...ya felt so good and then suddenly I was hit with this strange urge...” His chin rested on your head gently, “Felt like fire was in my blood - and the only thing ready t’quench it was all those n-noises you were makin’” You could hear the nerves in his voice tangled up in his words, the sense of him feeling like he did something wrong clouding his thoughts. A soft press of your lips to his pectoral, “It was incredible, Yunobo...every bit of it,” you nuzzled into his chest some more, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again like that at all.”  That seemed to lay the Goron a little more lax, albeit with wildly flushed cheeks. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, the other, affectionately coming to the back of your head.  You would definitely have to remember to thank Ramella later - though you were sure she was being loud during your conversation on purpose now. As you shifted you felt liquid traveling down your thighs.  “Yuno...maybe we should hit the hot spring, I um...i-it’s starting to,” stuttered you, face growing more crimson by the second. Immediately Yunobo caught what you meant, “O-Oh! Yes, let's! S-S-Sorry, hold on.” You were lifted bridal style in his arms, shifted only slightly in his hold so he could give you your dress and slip his fundoshi back on.  “I can walk, hunny,” you giggled, sweet smile accompanied by a reassuring look. Yunobo chuckled back at you, pulling your frame a tad closer to his chest, “I know, but I figured I’d give ya a break after nearly foldin’ ya in half.” Your jaw dropped at his words, and it wasn’t until he realized what he’d said - and so casually at that - that his face turned as red as Goron spice. 

“F-FORGET I SAID THAT!”  The saccharine smile on your lips turned devious in a matter of seconds; accompanied by the fresh memory of his biceps hooked under your knees as he pounded away at you had it grow more devious still, “Oh Yunobo...never.” 

[writingoddess1125]

Hi, you're my favorite author of buggy fics here on Tumblr, and I want you to be the first one to read my little buggy fic draft. I'm open to criticism, btw (English isn't my first language, so my grammar may be a little off. I did listen to me and my husband on a loop while typing this).

In a way, one could also describe Buggy's love towards you as "obsession". No matter how toxic, hurtful and painful it is for you, you just can't let go.

You know you have to leave him, for the sake of your own sanity. But he always draws you back in with promises, his sweet nothings, and that little twinkle in his eyes. You just can't help but fall for it. Over and over again.

You're like an addict, chasing the next hit of that sweet, forbidden love.

Buggy snickers and rolls his eyes. as he saw me looking at him while he packs his things.

"Don't play that card now, darling. I'm out having a good time without you. As I should, seeing as you are nothing but a bother. I needed a more... fun experience."

Buggy's tone of voice is indifferent, his gaze sharp. He's not about to let you drag down his spirits with your sad little eyes.

As you talk to him. Buggy can easily hear your voice breaking, along with that fake smile plastered on your face. He gives you an annoyed glare.

"Stop it. I can tell your feeling hurt, you always try to be all sneaky about it. Yet I know you are only good at pretending..." Buggy chuckles, amused at your actions.

"It doesn't make you less pathetic, you know?"

Buggy snickers, shaking his head as he finishes packing up the rest of his belongings in one large bag.

"If I have to deal with your nonsense one more minute, I swear to whatever that is holy I would strangle the life out of you myself."

He snickers with a cruel smirk and turns to face you.

"So quit your sad little acting and go cry in the corner or something. Just be out of my sight." Buggy turns his back on you to leave.

i go off into our shared bathroom and open the faucet so my cries would be masked by the water running.

Buggy hears the sound of water running, knowing the reason why quite well.

"Yeah that's it. Cry and get it all out of your system. Don't be so sensitive, darling. I'm going to have a lot of fun out there, I can't be bothered to hear your whining."

He laughs a little, the sound not so amused, rather harsh and cold. With a shake of his head, he walks out the door.

The slamming of the door echoes through the entire apartment.

Oh I love this heartache!

MORE ID LIKE MORE OF THE ANGST AND ALSO A CHANCE TO BEAT THIS FUCKER TO THE GROUND-

[crazyforbarbatos]

Obey Me x Supernatural : You’re summoned to the Devildom but Winchesters are your brothers

A/N: This was wild but I enjoyed writing this SO much! I have more ideas for Obey Me x Supernatural!

Warning: Swearing

you were on a hunt with Sam & Dean

just investigating some ghost business

and next thing you know, you’re being teleported away

last thing you hear is Dean aggressively yelling for Cas

and Sam tries to grab you but he’s too late

and now you’re standing in some room

surrounded by a bunch of dudes

well alright

this was not how you wanted your Wednesday to go, but you’re not mad

they were all kinda hot

WAIT

is this what heaven looks like?

did you die?

shit, one of your brothers are gonna sacrifice themselves to bring you back

Damn it, Dean/Sam!

It was your turn on the sacrifices

“Welcome to the Devildom!”

Devildom?

So this wasn’t heaven?

Damn it.

Didn’t Sam and Dean both go through hell literally in Hell?

did you touch some bewitched object?

well it’s alright, you’ve got your bag on you filled with everything you may need to protect yourself

“This has been a nice meeting, but I would like to go back.”

yeah from the exchanging of glances, that wasn’t going to happen

fuck

well, you were probably fine

you pretty much talked through the going-ons of the red head

oops

“My name is Diavolo.”

Diavolo? Alright

Kinda sounds like Diablo

that’s suspicious

“I’m the ruler of all demons, and here all know of me.”

???

what was this dude even going on about?

Crowley rules hell

“And someday soon, I’ll be crowned king of the Devildom.”

Where the fuck was Crowley anyways!?

Wait first things first

“Why am I even here?”

“I will explain it to you.”

Well.

Wait until Sam & Dean find out that you’ve met the hottest men in the entire world

“This is Lucifer-”

Excuse you?

Lucifer?

The one who possessed your brother?

“He won’t be when I’m done!”

you’re literally restrained by one single fellow who just kind of picked you up by the scruff of your shirt

you just see red

“LUCIFER YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU TORTURED BOTH OF MY BROTHERS! I WILL KILL YOU!”

and you saw Lucifer transform?

What the heck?

this was new

and honestly you don’t understand why the blonde one is laughing hysterically to the point he falls to the floor (you learn later that this is Satan)

it boils your blood

???

You’re so lost

and pissed

“Tell me what is going on, why Lucifer is her and not in his prison or else I will use my holy water.”

It isn’t long before the big buff fellow (who you learn later is Beelzebub) put you down at the behest of Diavolo

and for your safety, you draw a salt circle around yourself

you listen to Diavolo explain the Devildom and that you were summoned to be a transfer student

well, that’s not very hell, is it?

actually this doesn’t sound like your world or your version of hell at all

and this Prince of the Hell, er, the Devildom was…good?

What?

and he wants to reunite the three realms?

honestly you had to commend the guy

“If no one’s going to attempt to kill me, is there any way I can get in touch with my brothers? They’ll find a way to get here and I don’t imagine that’d be pretty.”

“No apology?”

“None, Luci. I don’t trust any of you.”

“How about we do some introductions.” (Diavolo)

[breakingbadmspaint]

Breaking Bad Season 4 (MS Paint)

I'm watching Breaking Bad and drawing my experience on MS Paint with my mouse.

[Season 2] [Season 3]

These seasons keep getting more intense and packed with stuff that I fear this is going to become more text than drawing soon.

Ep1

You can't just give me my baby boy looking so cute and excited!!

OH GOD NO THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN. I JUST GOT HERE, I'M ONLY 6 MINUTES IN.

EVEN VICTOR IS UPSET (and I like to believe It's because he likes Gale)

YEAH YOU SHOW THEM VICTOR FUCK YEAH

-- oh my god the rage you can feel off Gus right now. He's terrifying, I love him.

THIS DOWN VIEW IS SO POWERFUL. THE REDS AND THE DARK BLUES OOOOOOO Gus feeling like he's towering over them.

THIS SCENE IS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT.

I'm watching with such intensity

-- WHAT WHY WHAT WHAT WHAT

Ep2

-- money money money money money

-- aw they're actually trying to get clean- damn it Jesse

I hope they go back to rehab group

-- That poor roomba

-- Walt really just going to get himself killed honestly.

These shots just keep getting better and better. You're small and blue Walt.

-- OH SHUT UP WALT, YOU DID IT ALL FOR YOURSELF

Ep 3

-- Those bastards dare use Gale's coffee machine still.

Okay so I love Huell. I swear to god if he dies.... I can't handle it.

-- It takes one threat to Walts ego for him to finally agree to the car wash🙄

-- oh Marie is going to get herself arrested, 100%.

-- man poor Jesse. The spiral his life has gone down.

-- OH SHIT MARIE

I think she likes the colour purple. Just a feeling.

Ep 4

The things he has to put up with. He looks so fed up.

-- OH GOD HIS EAR

LMAO Walts face when Skyler says "We want them to understand why you'd do something so stupid"

GET HIM SKYLER, GET HIM AND HIS STUPID EGO

omg Gale, my baby. I'm sobbing I love this man. Singing Karaoke in Thailand living his best life.

-- YOU BETTER FEEL GUILTY WALT. YOU BETTER (He doesn't)

-- Man Walt, how can you not realise Jesse is god damn traumatised over that event and you're just trying to make him relive it.

Ep 5

I would love some chicken right now

-- I'M SOBBING GALE IS SO CUTE

-- Jesse & Mike roadtrip montage!

-- HE SAID IT! "YOU! ARE NOT THE GUY! YOU'RE NOT CAPABLE OF BEING THE GUY, I HAD A GUY BUT NOW I DON'T~ YOU! ARE NOT! THE GUY~" I've heard part of the breaking bad remix before I even saw the show.

-- I really struggle to tell if Walt genuinely cares for Jesse or if it's just because he can easily manipulate him.

-- Oh no, Walt is drunk and getting his ego destroyed. This isn't a good combo.

-- OH SNAP HANK IS FIGURING IT OUT

Ep 6

-- I sense a war about to happen. Don't mess with Gus and his stuff.

Big scary baby man with big ego wah wah

-- I don't think insulting Jesse is going to keep him on your side Walt

-- oh my god, Walt if you get those ladies killed because you don't want to clean... YOU'RE NOT EVEN HELPING THEM

This is the father/son duo I want

huuuuh?????

-- Walt you bastard, look what you did!

-- Does Gus actually see potential or is this manipulation???

Ep 7

-- I miss Huell, when do we get more Huell.

-- My god Walt, if you dare ask Jesse to kill for you again

-- I'm fist-fighting Walter White

-- oooh sly Hank, very sneaky. Also I just love Gus in his yellow uniform.

He's just sat there like :T

DAMN HANK!!! Great at his job, holy shit

Ep 8

-- I'm sure Gus will find a way out of this since he has a lot of contacts and he's smart

-- I think Hank is getting a bigger target on his back

-- HUELL!! YIPPEE

This is beautiful

-- OOOH LOOK AT YOUNGER GUS!!! CUTE!!!

-- OH MY GOD

Ep 9

-- Oh Skyler honey, I don't think you realise he can't quit even if he wants to. He screwed up any chance of that, It's either make meth or death

-- UH OH TED OH NO SKYLER I KNEW IT'D COME BITE YOU IN THE ASS

-- HOLY SHIT MOVE JESSE, YOU'RE GOING TO GET SNIPED

OH DAMN OMG GUS HOLY WHAT

-- ooh please say Saul walks in, pleaaase- Oh Skyler, that's unexpected. Oh my god is she playing dumb???? OH MY GOD

-- Jesse you need to stop throwing your DNA covered cigarettes everywhere

-- Walt is making me so mad omg. His ego and paranoia are going to make him end up alone

Ep 10

-- I wonder what Gus's plan is, I'm sure there is more to it than just sending Jesse away

-- HELL YEAH JESSE DAAAAMN Making Gus and Mike proud

-- TED OH MY GOD

-- Oh I'm so nervous

-- Please be poisoned, please be poisoned - wait no GUS no don't be poisoned aaaaah

I'm so scared, how are they getting out of this

-- OMG OMG OMG OMG HOLY SHIT

Ep 11

Is Jesse going to have to do surgery on Mike?!?

He's so happy with his revenge

-- God I thought he was going to hit him with that chair for a moment

-- HUELL WOOOO

-- OMFG TED - okay he's still alive(?)

"Does it have to be dirty?" "No :)"

-- See, you pushed everyone away Walt- OH SNAP

Walter White has been ejected

-- Oh my god Walt, don't test him, he will find a way to hurt you

-- Point proven, he just threatened to kill your baby

-- Walt joker moment

Ep 12

-- Damn he's good at talking his way into a place - OH SNAP DRUG DOG

-- My god, Marie really loves purple, EVEN HER COFFEE PACKAGING IS PURPLE???? Does she buy it because It's purple???

-- Gosh what mystery potion is Walter making - OH A BOMB

Ep 13

-- UH OH Jesse

-- AHJFKHKFHA HOUSE MENTION AHAHAHA

Walter climbing through a door like a gremlin is beautiful

-- That old lady aw, wait she's not going to get hurt right?!?

-- HOLY SHIT

I knew it was coming but I'm still so sad

-- WOAH

-- WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS WALTER THE WHOLE TIME OMFG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'M FIGHTING HIM, I'M FIST FIGHTING HIM

[batstorm93672]

Do I Know You?

This is part 2

<<<Previous ~First~ Next>>>

Cass sat in front of Damian in the same position as him. It's her way of connecting easily, copy the target and get into their heads without a word. Damian let his walls down, being tense won't help and luckily the brownie that Alfred let him partake helped ease his mind.

"You are telling the truth, there is no indication of lying" Damian sighed "Finally I got someone on my side. Cassandra you are my sister, we've known each other for quite some time. I even have orchestrated as you do ballet, I played the violin" "I don't know how I know you exactly, but your words have truth in it. I suppose that's enough"

Tim walked over, holding a tablet "You got the okay from Cass, but there is nothing on you in any file or record. Are you sure you didn't come from a different universe?"

"I would punch you if I were not under surveillance and suspicion"

"I'm gonna ignore that, now why is there nothing on you?"

"Someone did this to me, I don't know who it was"

Dick sat next to Damian on the couch "Well, do you know why?"

Damian put his walls back up just enough so Cassandra wouldn't tell by the mere glance even though she was standing next to Tim. "No I don't, I've been meaning to ask you Richard. Where is Titus, Alfred the cat, Batcow or Jerry?"

"I know Alfred the human and none of those other names are things in this place"

"This is the worst fucking thing ever. My pets aren't here?!"

"You sure do swear quite a bit. If you who you say you are, then you must spend quite some time with Jason"

Damian's shoulders sunk "No... I spend most of my time with you... we were the best of partners ever. But now... I don't think we are anything" A strike of... pain? Maybe regret, struck Dick. He sounds so... sad.

"Hey, we can find a way to reverse this"

"...yeah, we can"

Bruce walked back in, looking at Tim "Anything?" "No, you?" "Nothing" He turned to Cass next "So?" "He's telling the truth"

"Alright, well if he's telling the truth and if he promises to stay under surveillance then he may go around the Manor"

"Bigger house arrest, how extraordinary"

"So I get a call from Golden Boy talking about someone we might know who we've forgotten. Sure why not"

The low rumble of the motorcycle in the cave caught everyone off guard for a second.

"So who is thi- holy shit you look like a computer created mix of Bruce and Talia"

.

After an hour of getting the clear to go around the Manor and telling Jason everything, Damian sat in the guest room (aka what was once his room) he misses his posters and art work on the walls.

Damian was drawing on some paper that Dick brought for him, Dick was drawing as well by Damian.

"So we know each other but we can't remember you"

"That is the gist"

"When were we partners?"

"Father's supposed death, you became Batman" Dick nodded, so at least everything isn't different only his existence in all those moments are wiped clean. "I was your Robin"

"...I see"

"Do you remember at all Richard? How we were, how we fought, how we protected each other and Gotham? Do you remember how much you meant to me?"

Dick looked at Damian who kept his head down, his voice trembled, Damian took a deep breath in and put the paper down. "Hey... I'm sorry I don't remember, from how you spoke I can't help but feel that you mean so much to me as well. I'm sure we'll undo all of this"

It hurts you don't remember, but I asked for this, I spoke about making a choice and I don't even know what that is meant to be. I made a choice already and I paid the price. So what am I trying to do now with myself?

[destinygoldenstar]

Does AnalyzGolden Hate Yul? I Can't Tell... *Reaction Compilation Part 2*

<< Part 1 of Yul Hate

I got nothing better to do, I'm honestly pretty tired. Tired of Yul.

But I'll power through because why not? We're already here and y'all enjoy my content.

(Did Yul make me almost drop the season? I don't remember.)

***

He still has the black eye XD

I LOVE that he kept that.

I LOVE SEEING A MARK OF SUFFERING ON YUL'S FACE :)

"We managed to kick out the circus freak, but I doubt that strategy will ever work again."

Yeah, it's almost like you did not think this plan through.

What a great villain... /s

"You know, some medical emergency, it should be enough to get Aiden kicked off the show."

OH SO YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE?!

Wow. You keep IMPRESSING me on how despicable and disgusting you are.

(I SAY THAT LIKE I DIDN'T ENCOURAGE KILLING CONTESTANTS IN ANOTHER POST. I AM A DAMN HYPOCRITE.)

(That post, especially those portions, were designed NOT to be taken too seriously, btw. I don't actually endorse murder.)

"Do you really think the bald headed girl would be a problem for us?"

Lake, kick Yul's ass.

"Wait, are you saying you're going to poison Aiden to get him out of the game?"

"Uh, what did I just say? Do I need to spell it out word for word?"

"Lying? Sure. Manipulate? Whenever you want. But poison someone? That is way too much."

Well well well, good for James for having some moral decency.

Remember kids, poisoning somebody is ALWAYS WRONG. No matter the motive, YOU SHOULD NEVER POISON PEOPLE.

...unless heir name is Yul Kim. Then it's okay.

Imagine if James turns this on him and kills Yul.

GOD THAT'LL BE EPIC AND REDEEM JAMES.

***

"How hard can it be to find a stupid piece of wood?"

GEE, I DUNNO MAN, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE IN A FOREST OF TREES THAT ARE MADE OF WOOD.

"In a forest?"

Yeah. EXACTLY.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Oh no. Don't find the idol. DO NOT FIND THE IDOL. I SWEAR TO GOD.

What is that?

***

SHE'S USING YUL AS A STOOL XD

OKAY ALL IS FORGIVEN.

Okay now I'm actually kinda liking this. This is fun.

***

"Hello friend, can we sit here?"

NO.

"Enough!"

YEAH TELL HIM OFF.

OH MY GOD GET OFF HIM.

"Don't say such toxic things."

YOU CAN FUCK OFF YUL.

NO JAMES IS ACTUALLY DOING IT?!

WHERE WAS THE "I DRAW THE LINE WITH POISON" THING YOU SAID?

"Lying? Sure. Manipulate? Whenever you want. But poison someone? That is way too much."

"I can't wait to see his reaction."

The reaction of him DYING? Yeah, OKAY. YOU SICK BASTARD.

So how is this gonna play out if Aiden is dead?

WAIT...

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

OH MY GOD IS HE POISONED?!

OH MY GOD PLEASE. PLEASE LET ME BE RIGHT. OH MY GOD.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YEEESS!!!!!

MY PRAYERS GOT ANSWERED!!!!

YOU STUPID SHIT! YOU GRABBED THE WRONG PLATE!!

I am watching a dude vomit and suffer and I am GRINNING EAR TO EAR AND CHEERING FOR IT.

"Oh, it must be the mushroom he ate in the woods."

And James is gonna play it off as though he did nothing XD

"James! What did you do?!"

"I did what Golden wanted!"

"You were supposed to give the mushroom to Aiden, not me, idiot!"

SO JAMES REALLY JUST WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO KILL THIS GUY. OH MY GOD XD

"I don't poison people. I draw the line there. UNLESS HIS NAME IS YUL, THEN I'LL GLADLY DO IT."

OH GOD HE'S COLLAPSED... this is actually very serious...

"Now that he mentions it, the cameras caught Yul holding a mushroom when they were looking for the totem."

AND THEY SOMEHOW DIDN'T SEE JAMES WAS WITH HIM OR THEIR TALK.

OH MY GOD XD

"Yul is out of the game anyway. He had three votes."

XD

AINT NO WAY.

SO YUL WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT NO MATTER WHAT. BUT JAMES DECIDED THAT WASN'T ENOUGH AND DECIDED TO KILL HIM.

OH MY GOD. XD

THANK YOU! THANK YOU TOTAL DRAMA GODS FOR SAVING ME!!!

THANK YOU FOR ELIMINATING YUL EARLY IN THE SEASON!!

THIS IS REDEEMING A WHOLE LOT FOR ME.

They're ACTUALLY sending him to the hospital. Holy shit...

I don't really care cause it's Yul. But DAMN.

A CONTESTANT ACTUALLY KILLED SOMEONE.

"So Yul was planning to poison me, but you decided to poison him."

"My guy, so are one sick bastard."

"Make no mistake, I only did it to get rid of Yul."

Honestly, JAMES IS REDEEMED.

JAMES IS COMPLEELY REDEEMED OF EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE IN THE PAST.

JAMES IS THE BEST CHARACTER OF ALL TIME.

HE IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO HUMANITY.

TO THINK I EVER DISSED YOU IN THE PAST.

FORGIVE ME.

"Poisoning someone is too much... unless that someone is Yul."

HE USED THE SAME LOGIC. THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW HE DID THIS FOR ME.

JAMES DID THIS FOR ME.

"Don't mention it, Golden. It was a well fought battle, but I did it for honor and for a better spot on your list."

HALLELUJAH, I FEEL A GREAT SENSE OF RELIEF.

I thought I would have to put up with Yul ALL SEASON.

BUT THIS WAS A GREAT TWIST THAT I AM VERY HAPPY ABOUT.

Holy gosh, I feel so relieved. GOD I HATED HIS CHARACTER SO MUCH.

Did James go too far? Probably. But you know what? He earned points from ME.

***

At least I can watch this show more peacefully, so I'm not bombarded with bigotry every minute! I can hear my conscience again!

Because yeah, last episode's elimination, subverted my expectations in a way that pleased me.

I'm very interested in what's gonna happen next, considering Yul is out now. I mean, slayed or not, James is still an antagonistic character, so I'm ASSUMING he's taking the mantle as villain.

***

Oh, no recap this time? We're just gonna...

Aw, I wanted to watch Yul die again :(

***

"Fortunately, Yul had to leave the game due to a medical emergency."

Yeah, FORTUNATELY XD

I love that nobody misses him at all.

(Even the characters hate Yul)

"Eh, you know, we don't know if he made it or not, but he was kind of a douche, so I should be worried, but I'm just not, you know...?"

"Well, I hope he doesn't get well soon."

XD

YEAH SEE?! XD

DON'T WE ALL?

Idk how many Yul stans there are. All the Yul stans probably blocked me.

"I never liked Yul. His personality and way of expressing himself were horrible."

Why didn't you vote him out then? When you had the chance.

You could've allied with Kai or Connor, and not much about your gameplay changes.

"But all the hate he caused kept me and the girls safe. It was good strategy."

THAT'S your justification?

You and your girls weren't in ANY danger. And Kai would be easy to persuade for a fourth vote. You have majority.

***

"I had some differences with James, but what he did for me in the previous ceremony makes me believe that, deep down inside, he's not that bad."

"I mean, HE KILLED YUL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. How can I NOT respect the hell out of him?!"

***

"What he did to Yul, it didn't seem like it was part of a strategy."

Oh no, THAT was different. THAT was personal.

That was just bias against Yul right there.

"Rather, I would say that he was protecting you."

Yeah, that too.

But mostly bias against Yul.

"If what he wants is an alliance, wasn't Yul a better option?"

HELL NO.

IN WHAT WORLD WOULD YUL BE A GOOD OPTION FOR AN ALLY?

***

"Damn! I knew that if Yul left, attention would fall on us!"

XD

I love that his response is to blame Yul.

It's YUL'S fault that Tess got eliminated here.

I don't care what everyone says. Hunter said it. BLAME YUL FOR TESS GOING HOME.

***

Man, if only Yul was still here. Then I could watch him get killed.

That would've been an excuse to keep him, at least.

***

"I feel like he's trying to manipulate me and vote her out."

YES. THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING. YOU ARE ON POINT.

WHO SIDED WITH YUL? NOT KAROL.

...well to be fair, James killed him. BUT THAT'S THE ONE REDEEMABLE THING.

***

I'm trying to think why I'm against Karol getting hospitalized but celebrating Yul's poisoning? XD

I don't even like Karol all that much. Why am I celebrating Yul going to the hospital but feeling bad for Karol? They're both antagonists!

UH... let's go with female rep. WE NEED MORE SOLID FEMALE REPRESENTATION IN THESE TYPES OF SHOWS, GALS WHO DON'T GET PUSHED AROUND SO EASILY.

SO THEREFORE: IT'S OKAY IF KAROL ANTAGONIZES PEOPLE. BUT NOT YUL.

AND SHE CARED ABOUT THE ANIMALS. SO THAT MAKES IT OKAY.

(PS: PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, THE REASON IS SIMPLY BIAS AGAINST YUL THE INDIVIDUAL AND FICTIONAL MEDIA INVESTMENT. IF THIS WAS REAL LIFE I WOULD NEVER PRAISE IT NO MATTER WHO YOU WERE.)

***

"What about you, James? Do you feel bad for getting rid of Karol twice? Poisoning Yul? Manipulating Aiden?"

DAMN SHE GOT HIM.

She's also quite right XD

"So wait, what is the logic here? You can get people to the hospital and get away with it as a game strategy excuse, but I can't do anything remotely similar to that? I SMELL MISOGYNY IN THIS EDIT."

"I mean, the Yul thing was badass, but other than that, at least I didn't put anyone in lethal danger!"

Let Riya kill someone cowards /j

(And then the end of the episode happened)

***

OH DAMMIT HE SURVIVED! NOOOOO!!!

Goddammit, I thought I would never see him again!

I mean I guessed he probably wouldn't die, cause otherwise James would be IN JAIL, but I still didn't want to see him on screen again.

Bring him back and I am gonna fucking SCREAM.

XD

NOBODY LIKES JAMES. I LOVE THAT.

I mean I understand Karol and Connor.

Allyson? Tess? That's interesting. Wonder why? I don't think they've had a single conversation with any of these three characters.

Why the fuck is Yul with Aiden? You wanted to kill him!

"I'm routing for Aiden! I'm routing for him to die!"

I can see Yul being transphobic.

I hate that Yul is back...

***

"Actually, because you're cancelled online, my reputation has started to improve."

OH FUCK OFF. COME ON.

THAT right there, is the WORST part of this.

James was so predatory that a fucking BIGGOT, an OPEN BIGGOT mind you, looks BETTER to these people than him.

YOU FUCKED UP JAMES. GIVING YUL SPOTLIGHT LIKE THAT?

"I'd support you if you didn't poison me. Fuck you for that loser."

James is probably thinking "Damn... I should've just killed this bitch."

***

And then we cut to these freaks doing freaky things.

"And what are you freaks supposed to be doing?"

...

NEVERMIND, YOU TWO CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.

"Do you seriously think Aiden will win because of that?"

Watch it actually help him win.

I want Aiden to win now just to spite Yul.

"Winning is a concept beyond our understanding, and it's not always getting what we want, but what we need."

And that's why I want Riya to win. Cause she WON'T win.

"Why do you look homeless? I mean, more than usual."

GO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL.

"You better shut up if you don't want another black eye."

GET HIM GIRL!!! GET HIS ASS!!!!

Yul, I think a black eye would look real good on you. It looked great last time.

***

XD

YOU KNOW IT'S BAD WHEN I AGREE WITH YUL.

YOU KNOW IT'S BAD.

***

Why are these guys meditating????

Whatever.

Yul is alone and pissed and everyone hates him and that's what matters.

***

"NOW LET'S HAVE A PARTY!!!"

"AND YUL IS NOT INVITED!!!"

So In Conclusion...

FUCK YUL. ALL MY HOMIES HATE YUL.

[talesofesther]

yours only

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: You make Wednesday feel something she never felt before; jealousy. And maybe a bit of something else too.

Requested by anon

A/N: First time writing for her, who stole my heart pretty quickly. I hope this is okay, hope I could somehow capture her personality that's definitely not an easy one. Let me know what you think. Requests for her are open. <3

Masterlist

You felt a little petty, just a little, as you walked amongst the woods to meet Xavier in his secret spot, the one where he stored most of his paintings.

But he's been a good friend of yours ever since before Wednesday came to Nevermore, and if she can spend however long she wants in that coffee shop, why can't you do the same?

You weren't expecting to fall for her, in reality, you couldn't stand her in the beginning. But one doesn't choose one's feelings, and when underneath all that secrecy and nonchalant attitude she does things like; take an extra tray of breakfast for you when you wake up a little late, or help you in class when you forget the particularities of a flower, or even send Thing to your room in the dead of night with a written note for you to meet her the next day for an outing, which was code for sneaking out to investigate, but the gesture is there.

It was safe to say you were a goner. As much as it might be — her words, not yours — a terrible decision.

But lately, Wednesday has been distant. And you were jealous, even if you didn't have the right to be. So over the past week, you've been spending a good amount of time with Xavier. He's been helping you with your drawing skills, the piece you're working on now is almost done, and you're quite proud of it.

The entirety of your day is spent in Xavier's shed, laughing and painting and getting your head off of things. You think you see a dark silhouette spying on you from outside, but when you go looking, it's gone.

It's already late at night when you do go back to your dorm, your roommate is sneaking into her boyfriend's room tonight, so it's just you. You're looking forward to the quiet night.

You open the door to your room with a yawn escaping your lips. Your backpack is thrown somewhere to the side and you don't care much for where it lands, you stretch your muscles, a little sore for being in the same position most of the day. Only then do you take a glance over your room, and in the right corner, sitting by the end of your bed on the floor and mostly covered by the darkness, is Wednesday.

You almost jump out of your skin. With the way your heart is beating under your hand, you swear your soul did leave your body for a second; "holy shit Wednesday, a little warning next time."

Wednesday gets up, taking a single step towards you before deciding against it, her eyes never leave you. "You're distracted today, why?"

"Hello to you too," you grumble, taking off your jacket, "and, how did you even get in here, the door was locked."

There's a ghost of a smirk on her burgundy-painted lips, and it gets you wondering if they'd leave a print on you if you stole a kiss. "You can't expect a simple lock to stop me," Wednesday tells you.

You chuckle, knowing damn well there were few things out there that held any power over her. You just don't know that you happen to be one of them. "no, of course not."

A beat passes where you just look at each other, both waiting on something, wondering whether the other person’s feeling the same way. The air feels heavy around you, almost electrical.

You clear your throat and walk past Wednesday and to your wardrobe to pick up your pajamas, figuring a shower would do you good.

Wednesday has a staring contest with the back of your head as you rummage for clothes, her jaw is set tightly in place and she hates the feeling that's in her stomach right now. "You didn't answer my question," she says, with more bite than usual.

You huff, running a hand through your hair as you turn to her again. You walk up closer, your personal space mingling with hers.

She sucks in a sharp breath when you stop before her, her gaze darting to your lips before settling back on your eyes. It's so fast that you don't notice it.

"What question?" You ask.

Wednesday gulps, twisting her words into what she really wanted to know; "why are you spending so much time with Xavier?" She deadpans, as if she couldn't care less.

Your lips tilt up on the sides, because you know better, but you won't indulge her just yet. "Why are you spending so much time with Tyler?"

"This is childish."

"Indeed."

"His father is the sheriff, and I need information on the attacks," Wednesday raises her brow, "my relationship with him is merely convenient."

You bite the inside of your cheek, nodding softly, "well, Xavier has been my friend for years already, so…" You shrug and walk around her, heading to the bathroom.

"It doesn't look like it."

"Like what?" You turn and ask impatiently, waiting for her to do the same and look at you again.

Wednesday does so slowly, staring at you through her lashes. "Like you two don't want to be more than friends."

There's something complicated about her tone that you can't quite put your finger in. Her eyebrows are a little crooked, her eyes glinting just a little brighter under the moonlight and her hands painfully closed into fists. You realize she's upset.

You soften. For her, this might just be the equivalent of a crying plea. You walk over to where your backpack lays forgotten on the floor and carefully pull out your sketchbook. The cover is black and a little worn as you run your fingers over it, taking a steadying breath.

You sit down on your bed with it and pat the space beside you.

Wednesday regards you with caution, she's lost and not in control, two things she absolutely hates; however, she doesn't feel as uncomfortable when it's with you. She takes calculated steps to your bed and gently sits down beside you, closer than she thinks she should have, but it's too late to back down now.

"Xavier has been giving me a hand with a few of my drawings," you explain, opening your sketchbook on the last page you used, "and uh- this is the one I'm working on."

Wednesday takes the sketchbook from you, holding it tenderly between her fingers as if it could fall apart. Her heart beats erratically against her ribs, for a moment she thinks she can hear it. The feeling is foreign to her.

The drawing is a perfect picture of her, undoubtedly by your eyes, as she sits beside you in class, focused on her notes. It's a sight you're all too familiar with, one that you love. The lines are a little rough still, all black charcoal and dark ink; tracing the lines of her jaw and hair to perfection. It's pretty, probably not a word Wednesday usually would use to describe herself, but it's true now.

"I couldn't see Xavier as more than a friend," you tell her quietly, so as to not break the bubble of intimacy around you, "I'm afraid that spot is already taken."

Wednesday's gaze snaps up to you, and you think that's the most emotion you've ever seen her let on. You wish you could bottle this moment up like fireflies in a glass jar.

You reach out a hand, and Wednesday holds her breath before you even touch her, you do too. Her hair, deep black and so incredibly soft, meets the pad of your fingertips as you push it behind her ear. The motion is all delicacy and shyness, just a breath over the fragile line between you and her.

Wednesday's lashes kiss her cheeks when her eyes almost drop closed for a millisecond before she takes back control. She's stiff, hands now with a bruising grip on the sketchbook, "what are you doing?"

You inch closer, and when she doesn't pull away, you gently cup her cheek; her skin is a little cold under your touch. "What do you think I'm doing?"

For the first time in her life, her words get caught up in her throat before she forces them out; "Something you'll regret."

Smiling against your own volition, you whisper; "do you really believe that?"

Wednesday wonders if you're aware that you're killing her slowly; agonizingly, because you're so kind with her demise. She's the one who closes the gap between you, when you're just a hairs width away from her, one hand letting go of your sketchbook in order to bunch up your shirt in her fist and pull you to her.

It's everything you're not expecting, her eagerness, urgency even. She's kissing you like she's trying to memorize you, not sure if you're real or not. It's still soft though, still uncertain, still her.

When she parts, it's slowly, her lips almost refusing to let yours go. The outlines of your mouth are faintly smudged with her lipstick, testimonies of her affection, of how lucky you are to have it.

The sight pulls a smile from Wednesday, and consequently from you as well once you see it. Because albeit small, her smile is real, and you think you already have your next project for the sketchbook.

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[fitzs-trained-monkey]

A Study in Spite

(I don't own this gif.)

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: Disrespect for parental authority? Is that a warning?

Summary: Protecting Mystic Falls from the vampire threat - that was your family's legacy. You'd just never thought you would actually have to fulfill it. But when the Original Family moves into your quiet little town everything changes. Suddenly your parents are attempting to fashion you into some sort of soldier, forcing you to fight in a supernatural war you never signed up for. The burden of your family's self imposed duty was one you would carry no longer. Now, how to go about telling your parents that? || Kol x fem!reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

A/N: Another shorter one! It's kind of a prequel to Fine On My Own because I liked the concept so much, but you can view it however you want. If you guys like this, I do have a part two in my drafts but I won't post it unless someone asks. This was inspired by the song Sweet Talk by Saint Motel. Go listen to it!

🍟STORY BEGINS BELOW🍟

"Mom, I swear, if I do not get out of this house right now, I am going to go insane!" You stressed, swinging your weight around the banister as you descended the stairs.

Your mother paused her onion chopping to level you with a stern look. "Y/N/N, I know you're getting a little stir-crazy - we all are - but you can't afford to take pointless risks like this, sweetheart. Not with the Original Family still out there."

You rolled your eyes. "We're supposed to call them the Mikaelsons now, Mom," You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. She shot you a warning look and you just shrugged, hopping onto a barstool. "Look, this is for my sanity. If you wanna talk about unnecessary risks, I recall you and dad forcing me to go to an original vampire hosted ball that I absolutely despised."

"We were invited, Y/N," Your mother reminded you, scoldingly. "As members of a founding family, it was our obligation to go. Now, I'm sure that… family -" She had to actually spit the word from between her teeth. "- won't be sticking around for much longer. Just a few more weeks, and we won't have to worry about you drawing any more unwanted attention." She resumed her onion chopping with a rather forced expression of calm.

"No, that was your obligation," You corrected. "Your's and Dad's. You're the ones who forced me to go to that stupid ball, so don't go spouting this crap like your paranoia is somehow my fault!"

Her slicing grew more agitated the longer you spoke until she finished the onion and the knife lodged itself in the cutting board. She looked up, exasperated. "You will not talk to me that way in this house, young lady!"

"Well it's not like you'll let me go outside!" You shouted, gesturing wildly. "I can't even step out onto the porch without you or dad spewing some crap about your stupid small town destiny fetish!"

Your mother narrowed her eyes. "I don't think I appreciate this new attitude of yours, missy," She ground out, coolly.

"Funny, cuz' Kol sure did," You muttered under your breath.

Her eyes shot open wide. "What was that?!"

"You heard me," You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on your heels. "Kol frickin' Mikaelson likes my frickin' attitude! You know, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to give me a ride if I decided to sneak the frick-frack outta this prison!"

"Don't say his name, Y/N," Your mother hissed. She glanced around as if to make sure the guy wasn't listening.

"Why not? Is it a taboo? If I say it three times, is he gonna appear like Beetlejuice?"

"Y/N-"

"Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson!" You gasped in foux shock. "Holy crap mom, he's not a frickin' gypsy! Never woulda' seen that coming! Or maybe - and I just thought of this - he's got better things to do than stalk some small town teenager and her self-important parents?!"

"He's shown far too much interest in you already, Y/N," Your mother argued. "You have no idea what he's capable of - what his intentions are! You have no idea what a monster like that would do if it got a hold of you."

"The dude talked to me for all of five minutes and you're freaking out." You rolled your eyes with a huff. "He asked me to dance and we talked. That's it! You and dad need to chill the frick out."

"Well I think you need to gain a firmer grasp on the reality of your situation, sweetheart," She fired back, glowering. "That freak of nature could kill you in a heartbeat."

"The whole lot of 'em already agreed not to harm locals. What, you think they set the terms just to have the satisfaction of breaking them for no flipping reason?!"

"They're sadistic monsters! I wouldn't put anything past them!"

"Mom, they're a thousand years old - pretty sure the power trip of murdering small town nobodies is just about gone," You deadpanned.

"Too bad!" She exclaimed. "I'm not willing to risk your life on a 'pretty sure.' I will not let that thing hurt my daughter, or worse, turn you into something like him! If that means keeping you in this house until you're old enough to qualify for a senior citizen discount, then so be it! I won't let him hurt you!"

"Stop acting like this is about me!" You screamed. "You and dad don't give a crap about me! You haven't since this whole vampire thing started! All you care about is your stupid legacy and I'M SICK OF IT!"

You hopped off the barstool and made a mad dash for the door, snatching your headphones off the counter on your way out.

"Y/N? Y/N/N!" Your mother called after you. "No, Y/N/N! Don't-"

You slammed the front door shut behind you, cutting off any further protests from her. You were eighteen now - it was time she started respecting your choices. Taking off down the sidewalk at a brisk jog, you pulled your headphones on over your ears and your hood up over them just as it began to rain. Thunder shook the ground beneath your feet as you made your way into town. The only decent place to hang out was the grill, plus you were craving some fries so that was where you headed. Rain soaked through your jacket and into your bones after just a few minutes, sending shivers through your body as you hugged yourself tight.

After what seemed like hours, you reached your destination. You stepped through the door and instantly relaxed a bit, taking a moment to let the warmth trickle along your skin. You shed your jacket and hung it on the coat rack as quickly as you could, before heading straight for the grills' mostly decorative fireplace which was thankfully lit. You took your seat and ordered some fries, pleasantly surprised when they came just a moment later. Finally, you began to relax… but not for long.

A chuckle like a bubbling spring pierced the calm murmur that was the grill's ambient chatter, drawing a groan out of you on sheer instinct. You didn't have to turn around to know who - or rather what - the obnoxious voice belonged to. You see his snide smirk without even looking at him.

"Well, well, well…" Kol's silky accent drawled lazily from where he sat at the bar a few feet behind you. "Look who's finally decided to show her pretty little face. What's it been? Three - four days?"

"Hasn't been long enough, believe me," You tossed over your shoulder.

"No?" The gas fireplace's covering was glass and you watched his reflection get up and stalk toward you. "What a shame... You wound me Y/N, I thought we liked each other better than that."

"I'd like you a whole lot more if you learned how to back off," You snapped, rubbing your arms vigorously in an effort to warm up. You felt a pair of hands settle on your arms as Kol leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

"I don't think that's true at all," He whispered. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders in what you were sure was a practiced move, yet it still felt sincere somehow and you found yourself reddening. "I think you secretly enjoy the attention, darling. It's rough being the odd one out, isn't it?" He leaned away and you glared at him… but he wasn't wrong.

You only hesitated for a second. "I wouldn't know," You lied. "I'd say tell me all about it, but I honestly couldn't care less."

"Oh, that hurts!" Kol hissed, resting a mocking hand over his heart as he slid into a chair in front of you. "I see that sharp little tongue of yours is going unbridled tonight. What fun!" The freak chuckled and snatched a fry from your plate, grinning boyishly. It was such a sweet and playful expression that, for just a moment, you almost forgot he was a monster.

"Well it's a good thing you're enjoying it buddy, cuz you're gonna be the target of my particular brand of verbal abuse for the rest of the night," You announced, clicking your tongue and shooting him a very unenthusiastic wink. He just smirked at you, prompting your already fake smile to drop.

"I see," He hummed, stealing another fry. You glared at the offending hand. "Well, if that's the case, then may I ask what's got you in such an entertaining mood?"

"Sure," You replied, shrugging. "The answer's you."

Kol raised a brow, almost managing to look genuinely taken aback. "I've not spoken to you for more than two minutes," He pointed out. "Now, I may have a talent for rubbing people up the wrong way, but I've not yet managed to say something brash enough for a lass to be offended by it before she walked through the door."

You couldn't help but snicker at that. "If you ever do, you'll have to tell me what you said so I can steal it," You said, smirking. You shook your head. "Nah, this conversation's got nothing to do with it."

Kol rolled his eyes. "Surprise, surprise."

You smirked  "Right? 'Cuz you're freaking annoying. Anywho, it's my parents that are the problem - all 'cuz of what you did the other night."

"What I did?" The boy parroted. (No, not boy - monster, freak, vampire. You needed to remember that.) He blinked. "I… don't recall doing anything… Not to you anyway. I supposed I danced with you, but last I checked, a simple dance was no criminal offence."

"It is it you're my parents," You grumbled, shoving a fry in your mouth. "I mean, you spoke to me, so…" You trailed off, shaking your head.

"Yes, I spoke to you." Kol nodded in acknowledgement. "But as I recall, you refused to answer a single one of my questions."

You shrugged. "If you can't say anything kind to someone, don't say anything at all, right?"

"All you did was insult me."

You smirked. "That I did."

He shook his head, laughing. Reaching for another fry off your plate, he grinned as you smacked his hand away. "Regardless, I don't think such a one-sided exchange can even be classified as a conversation." He leaned back in his seat, bracing one foot against the underside of the table like a child trying to see how far back they can tilt their chair before falling over backwards.

You raised a brow at his childish behavior and shrugged again. "Yeah, well apparently it's enough to warrant placing me on house arrest until I'm 85."

A sharp crack rang out against the tile floor as the front legs of his chair fell forward. He stared at you incredulously. "That's bloody mental."

"See? Now you're catching on." You smirked.

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink which you were sure wasn't soda. "It was a bloody ball, for crying out loud! If your parents didn't want you to interact with anyone they should have simply forbid you from coming."

You made a rather impolite noise, grimacing. "You think I wanted to spend my night pretending to like people I find unbearable just so your family can flaunt its wealth? My parents forced me to come along." A look of realization crossed his face.

"Ah, so that's why you seemed so positively miserable." He nodded and shrugged. "Alright, so we danced and we talked. I still don't see why that would incite your imprisonment."

"I've got three words for ya'." You took a swig of soda and counted off on your fingers. "Small. Town. Paranoia."

The long, exaggerated sigh that left him next had the corners of your lips twitching up. If he wasn't a monster you could almost see yourself being this boy's friend.

"I know!" You continued and once the words started spilling out, you couldn't seem to stop them and for whatever reason, you didn't want to. "My parents wouldn't drop it for a day 'n a half, and now they won't let me leave the house for anything! You know, if it were actually my safety that they were so worried about, then I'd be okay with it. But it's not." Your voice broke a little and you bit your lip, directing your gaze into the grain of the table as if your glare could burn a hole through the wood.

So what if he knew? What did it matter? He could kill you in the blink of an eye anyway - using your insecurities to hurt your feelings was the least he could do. You needed someone to talk to, and if Kol didn't want to listen, he could get up and walk away.

But he didn't. He sat up in his chair and leaned forward, folding his arms across the table to show you he was listening. He didn't roll his eyes or write your words off as nothing more than the exaggerations of a teenage girl. Kol listened; he took you seriously, and nodded along, expressing infinitely more empathy than your parents claimed he was capable of.

"You think your parents don't care about you?" He wondered. The little lamp resting on the table between you switched on, prompted by the low light of the storm outside. Bathed in the lamp's warm light, his sharp, youthfully handsome features didn't seem so intimidating all of a sudden. Those chocolate eyes that had seemed so cutting and predatory just moments before, were now remarkably soft and open. Somewhere in your mind you recognized that such an illusion of humanity was nothing but a trick of the light, but for the moment, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"I know they don't," You admitted in a whisper. Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, your lips pressing into a thin line. "Every conversation ends in some argument about how I'm not living up to their expectations. My whole life has become about their stupid legacy, and I hate it!"

"You don't want to be their soldier," He surmised.

"Exactly! You exclaimed. "I mean, we get home from that stupid ball, and they don't even ask if I'm okay or apologize for putting me in danger! They kept asking me all these questions about you as if I'm some little spy, like I'd somehow know all your deepest darkest secrets after one Ed Sheeran song. So when I don't, they start freaking out, going on and on about how I endangered the family legacy for nothing. I spent that whole frickin' party scared out of my wits, but the only thing they do about it is lecture me about how irresponsible I am - how 'it's my destiny and privilege to defend the people of Mystic Falls from the jaws of evil'." You added on some sarcastic jazz hands with that and Kol snickered.

"Do they realize how stupid that sounds?"

"Tell me about it," You said, your lips curling into a scowl.

"I see." Kol nodded, his mouth pressing into a firm line. That concern on his face shouldn't have been there. "Believe it or not, I actually have a bit of experience with parents who force their will on their children."

"Yeah?" You wondered. You hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your face until then. You wiped them away. He nodded, but didn't seem keen to expand on that statement. "Got any advice then?"

Kol sent you a quizzical look. "You're asking me?"

"Must be desperate." You smiled wryly.

"Must be." He watched you for a moment and you simply waited for him to answer. Kol blinked, dragged a hand through his hair, and sighed. "Honestly, all I can say is to trust your instincts. If you feel in your heart that something is wrong for you, then stand by that feeling. Even if everyone is telling you that it's you who's wrong, or that you need to accept their will, just look them in the eyes and say no."

You blinked, startled by the intensity of his gaze and the honesty in his voice. Something in the way he looked at you made your cheeks flair with heat. That look in his eyes was strange, it was hungry yet gentle - needy but patient.

"That sounds like a great idea-" You narrowed your eyes. "- straight from the mouth of someone who takes his family's excessive wealth for granted. If I renounced my family's legacy, I might as well disown myself. I'd be living on the streets faster than you can say homeless."

"Maybe," He agreed. "However, I'd say that spending your life searching for happiness is quite a bit better than slowly wasting away in a town where you know you'll never find it."

'He's right ya' know,' A little voice in your head whispered. You knew he was, but you weren't quite ready to come to terms with that

"Huh." You shifted your focus to inspecting a particularly greasy fry. "I thought you'd be more interested in the part where I said my parents want me to function as a spy instead of my moral debate, but okay." It was deflection and he saw right through it yet he humored you anyway.

"Eh, I'm not worried." He waved a hand. "Your parents are fools if they think one song would be enough time for me to divulge even my most trivial secrets. Besides, I don't just give those up for free - I'd require at least dinner from you first."

You eyed him pointedly. "Dinner?"

Kol sent you that innocent, boyish grin again - shrugging. "I'd settle for coffee," He said, winking.

His blatant disregard was honestly inspiring. You raised a brow.

"Did you seriously just ask me out?"

The boy grinned. "I believe I did."

"You asked me out knowing that my parents think you are the physical manifestation of evil?" You raised a brow, cocking your head to the side. The boy nodded readily. "You know, they're convinced your aim is to enslave my mind so you can use me for my body and then kill me for sport." You wanted to see how he'd react to that.

He stilled for a moment, then rolled his eyes and grimaced, fixing his attention on straightening a pile of napkins. "How flattering, I see why you're so determined to hate me. For your information darling, I simply have far too much confidence in myself to take advantage of any woman that way." The slight curl of his lips as he carefully avoided your gaze belied the decency to be genuinely disgusted.

You frowned. Such a show of decency surprised you - he was supposed to be purely evil. Had your parents been wrong about him? Your thoughts were interrupted as the sudden upward tugging of Kol's perfect lips drew your attention.

"However…" His chocolate eyes, swimming with thinly veiled amusement, flicked up to meet your own. "I must admit that you look far too delectable for me to rule out the possibility of desiring just one little taste."

The smirk that crept across his face served as a reminder to you of the unholy creature he truly was. There was a monster hiding behind that angelic countenance. One tiny glimmer of decency didn't change that.

"Right." You chuckled but there was no humor in it. What had you been thinking, spilling your soul to something like him? He wasn't some cute boy, he was a blood sucking monster and he wasn't interested in you as a person. "You know what? I don't even know why I bothered talking to you." Rising from your seat, you shucked Kol's jacket off your shoulders, rolled it up, and tossed it on the table. A shame because it was so warm. Then you finished off your plate of fries and grabbed your soda, gave a mock salute, and turned for the door. "Adios and stay away from me, psycho," You tossed over your shoulder.

"Wait! Y/N, I was just kidding," He called out to you, sounding somewhat apologetic.

"And I'm the bloody queen of England." You didn't bother looking back as you sent him a thumbs up and headed towards the door.

You heard the squeal of his chair's legs as he pushed it out, getting up to follow you. "Oh, come now, love. Don't be like that!"

"Don't lie to my face then!" Your hood was still positively soaked, but you pulled it up over your head anyway before shoving the door open and stepping out into the pouring rain.

You hadn't expected him to follow you - not out into the absolute deluge going on but, clearly, you underestimated his determination.

"Alright, so I wasn't really kidding. I said that on purpose, you're right." He had to practically shout to be heard over the water streaming out of the heavens, but there he was - holding his leather jacket over his head for some cover as he jogged through the rain to catch up to you.

You didn't stop walking. "Yeah, yeah! You get a kick out of making people uncomfortable, Kol. I get it!"

"That's not it!" He shouted over the rain, stepping in front of you to block your way forward. He didn't have to use his supernatural speed - his legs were just a lot longer than yours.

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" You tried to step around him, but he cut you off. You rolled your eyes, glancing at the leather jacket he still held over his head. "You're gonna ruin that," You said, hoping that might somehow convince him to go back inside.

"I'll get a new one." He just shrugged, there was already water streaming down his face despite the jacket. "Please, Y/N. Just hear me out?"

"Not like you're giving me much of a choice," You said dryly.

"I was serious about taking you to dinner…  or for coffee," Kol promised. “ My intentions are sincere, darling. I just-” He sighed, muttering a curse under his breath. “I said something stupid, alright? Old habits die hard, but I shouldn't have said it the way I did and for that I'm sorry."

"You're… apologizing?" You raised a brow in disbelief.

"It physically pains me to do so, believe me, but yes," He chuckled. You didn't buy it - he was probably just trying to manipulate you. "And I'm not just saying that to try to manipulate you," He added.

"Then why?" You wondered, skeptical.

Kol simply laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, come on! If your parents are half as awful as you say, then just think about how much fun it would be to spite them." He said. Brushing strands of wet hair from his face, he grinned and took a step closer to you. Oddly enough, you didn't feel the need to move away. "Besides, I think you and I are a lot alike, darling. I'd like the chance to prove that, if you'll allow me."

You just stood there for a moment and watched him wordlessly. He seemed softer now and more genuine, but you couldn't tell whether any of it was real or if it was all simply an act. After a few more moments, you supposed the boy simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, love?" Kol pressed. "Just one date? Just one to spite your parents for being so paranoid and controlling! It'll be fun, I promise."

"Oh, yeah," You scoffed. "I'm sure it'll be fun - right up until it's my funeral."

"Come, come Y/N. There's no need to worry about that," He claimed. "I promised the mayor and my brother that I wouldn't kill any locals and, luckily for you, I keep my word."

"Funny how that promise doesn't guarantee that I'll be kept from all harm," You mused, sipping the last of your soda.

"Well, I suppose you'll simply have to take a risk -" His eyes flicked to where your free hand rested braced against your opposite arm and he reached out, trailing a gentle finger across your knuckles."- and see what happens."

You flinched on reflex at his touch - something he didn't fail to notice. To your surprise, however, he made no effort to mock you for it. Instead, he carefully took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back just as he had a few nights before. There was something odd in his chocolate brown eyes as he held your gaze - a softness you could neither understand nor explain. It went against everything your parents had ever told you about monsters like him. Kol recognized that you were afraid of him, even going so far as to acknowledge the validity of that fear. He knew you hated him - that you'd been taught to hate him - yet, there was something in the way he looked at you that felt like an invitation; though, for what you couldn't say.

There was something so casual about it, and for a split second you almost believed he was just a normal boy asking you on a date. For a split second, you forgot that he was a one thousand year old mass murderer. For a split second, you could see yourself being that boy's friend… or maybe even something more.

But that second was over as swiftly as it had begun.

You threw your head back and laughed. "Man, what did I do to get your attention? I mean, really! What's got you so determined?"

Kol shrugged, but didn't let go of your hand. He laced your fingers together, holding your joined hands close to his chest, and smiled pleasantly. "Well, I've always liked pretty little things with sharp tongues and when I asked you to dance, you did nothing but insult me… repeatedly," He said. You snorted and tried to fight the smile that threatened to make itself known. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and quick witted. How could I fail to notice a creature like that? Honestly, I'm baffled as to how no one's snatched you up yet."

"My dad's shotgun tends to discourage anyone from trying," You supplied over the rain. 

"Ah! Well, I'm not so easily discouraged!" Kol smirked. His thumb stroked over your knuckles absentmindedly and you enjoyed the sensation far more than you should have. "So, would you allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?"

"Nope." You shook your head. Kol's face fell. "But I'd let you buy me a cup of coffee tomorrow morning."

He froze, blinking, then a boyish grin made its way into his face as he bit his lip, nodding. "Coffee it is then… How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Sounds great," You admitted.

"Will I need to help you sneak out?" He wondered, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you jump out your window, I promise I'll catch you," He offered, raising his brows quickly.

"Kol?"

"Hmm?"

"You're lucky I'm trusting you enough to get coffee. Don't push it."

"Understood."

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HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH—

Okay, first of all, thank you so much for your patience and kindness to answer this numerous amount of questions! Seriously! That’s so amazing!

Secondly… prepare for my notes!

Four or more songs. Uh. I should probably shorten my list then 😅 I don’t know how I’ll be able to draw over fourteen songs

THE LITTLE KISS— SUEÑO GAINING CONFIDENCE— ASHA’S HAIR LOOP TURNING INTO A HEART— ACK *dies from cuteness*

Different outfits! That’s always so exciting. Wait, now I want to know why exactly Asha changes her outfit

Gabo looks like he’s living in the apocalypse 😭 my boy, what happened to you?

Damn, RFTS!Mag sure sounds a lot like TFS!Asha

YES, WE LOVE A SIMP

”while it lasts” I swear if you break up this couple— I LOVE A TRAGIC LOVE STORY

”HOLY FUCK I CAN TALK” wheeeeze

RAPUNZEL! I think @gracebethartacc did an art where Asha was Eric and Aster was Ariel, and I have to say I’m loving this trend of Ashtar couples being genderbent past Disney couples

OMIGOSH SUEÑO BABY YOU LOOK SO ADORABLE AND INNOCENT AND NOT TRAUMATIZED

ACK! YOUNG GRAND DESPAIR HAS MY HEART I SWEAR FLICKER IF YOU RUIN THIS—

You know what that sneak peak is giving? Zootopia, Nick showing he actually saved the evidence case

MAG! IS! A! SIMP!

RFTS!Amaya looking at TFS!Mag like he needs to be dissected 🥲

I love that note about RWTS!Amaya!

OUUUUAAAHHHHH JEALOUS SUEÑO I NEED TO DRAW THAT

”Good. He should be scared of me.”

Ahhhhh I probably should’ve expected that. Oh, well. The moment Sueño does learn his name meaning will be hard-hitting.

NO KEEP THE KISSES I’M SORRY GIVE ME THAT GRAND DESPAIR LOVE

…I hope that means yes and I am so excited to see what they are

OOOOOH SHIT RFTS!MAG I AM READY WITH MY PITCHFORKS (though I may be inclined to forget them if you just TELL YOUR WIFE YOU LOVE HER)

Ooh, a month! Now I’m curious to see how many chapters your story will be

Yes, I loved the way they animated his magic! It looked SO cool!

YES I SWEAR YOU GOT ALL THE MOMENTS I WAS LIKE “mate that led up to nothing WHY INCLUDE IT”

Let me say, the TFS royal couple does notice. I think too much, if you know what I’m saying

YES! COLOUR ORGANIZING! BO 🤝 FLICKER -> ORGANIZING THINGS BY COLOUR LIKE THEY’RE MEANT TO BE

Yes! Take as long as you need! I’ll eagerly await!

RFTS!AU AskBox #4

Me to @signed-sapphire for the legendary number of 50 Questions Galore they sent me:

Heads up though, you might notice there’s certain questions skipped. I’m either not able to answer some of the asks at all OR they’re either some art requests that I haven’t finished and will post in future posts. So I had to skip them for this post unfortunately…. I apologise as such. 😅

Anyways, let’s get speeding through them shall we?

1. How do you plan to show the songs?

It should be question 6 of this post here. :)

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2. How many songs do you plan to have in RFTS?

4 or more. Depends on what I come up with.

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3. What ‘vibe’ would each song have?

Uhhhhhhh, idk tbh. I’m really just going with the flow of what this story brings me. You can’t wait to see what the RFTS!plot has in store? Yeah, me too.

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4. Who’s voicing Valentino and the main cast?

For Valentino, I’m not sure. I’m debating whether it should be younger Bambi or Ronno’s VA. But he basically has an actual kid’s voice this time rather than a deep-sounding one. (Because honestly, I found that a bit weird personally). For the the other characters, I don’t really mind the voices they have canonically.

And I think I’ve mentioned this before, but even though Sueño can’t speak, I could hear him singing this in this voice hypothetically.

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5. Write or draw any cute interaction between Ashueño!

Mk :3

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6. I know Asha will have a different outfit by the end, but do you have different designs for anyone else?

Yeah, I do actually. Some characters have a different outfit to better reflect their current context. (Like how Sakina would have work clothes similar to Asha.) But I don’t want to reveal most of them at the moment since I would like to keep them a secret for now.

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7. Some Gabo doodles, if you don’t mind. I rarely see the short king in any Wish Art.

Fiiiiine.

His design makes a lot more sense if you were me and you knew the context. Take this art with whatever theories you guys can throw at me 😂

……. 10. What made Amaya fall in love with Magnifico? What changed?

Amaya had a family who greatly discouraged her interest in studying magic and potions since it’s against what their family has done for generations. Meanwhile, Magnifico who was adopted as Rosas’ prince, is expected to learn magic but COULDN’T because he struggles to do so since he hasn’t moved on from his trauma.

When these guys were around 16-15 years old, they were mutual best friends. Mag offers Amaya to read from his magic books while he finds comfort in just having a genuine friend who doesn’t remind or push expectations onto him that he hears everyday in the castle. She’s like an escape from the stresses he has in there.

In their future years, Amaya grew to fall in love with someone who promised her the world if she only asked for it. She finds bits of herself in Mag, as both were people with crushed dreams that deserve better. (In their POV anyway.)

Falling in love was not at all what she expected since she used to believe sympathy would only hold her back from exploring the limits of magic. But you know, Amaya’s as much as a tragic character as Magnifico is.

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11. Who fell first and who fell harder between those two?

Is it possible to say that RFTS!Magnifico is both?

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12. Any fun fact about the Royal Couple? (You can tell who I’m most invested in. lol.)

The only reason Espino, the royal cat, is in the castle is because Amaya wanted him around. Otherwise, if it were up to Mag, that cat is out to the streets. He’s not very fond of animals and he considers them as pests. Though, Espino gets small bonus points from Magnifico just because he keeps the castle clear from mice which he especially hates.

(Good to know you’re enjoying ‘Grand Despair’ while it lasts :)

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13. This may be weird but…Body Swap! How would Hopes and Dreams react?

Asha would have zero idea how to get star magic under control. Meanwhile, Sueño finds an interesting realisation.

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14. What’s your favourite fanart piece of your AU?

I LOVE all of them so much!! They’re all made by very amazing artists!! I’m so happy to see these silly characters I’ve made be brought to life in someone else’s style. 💖💖

Mere words can’t express this joy enough. I hope you all would love the final chapters once they do come out as much as you loved seeing content of them now. X3

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15. Are you telling your story via writing or art of word dump?

I’m planning to share it in chapters like how Anny and everyone else has been doing. Plus some more sketches I would keep making of them obviously.

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17. Draw Ashueño dressed as another Disney couple!

Hehehehehe guess whooo~ 🙃

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19. Young!Sueño!

Which one? 🙃

Awww, good times back then when the little guy is still figuring out the forms he likes….

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Mini Magnifico would rather drown himself or drink snake venom than call Oliver his dad- ………

22. Give some more lore on Asha’s father. Are you keeping him as close to the source material as possible? Will we see him in flashbacks or something?

You’ll definitely get to see Tomás at certain points in the story. Either in the short prologue, mentions and flashbacks. He’s generally a friendly guy but at the same time, is also assertive to defend what he thinks is wrong. But even though his life was cut short, Tomás ended up inspiring more people than he thinks. Especially his old friend, Sabino, who hasn’t given another wish or attended any more wish ceremonies after his death.

I don’t think we really knew much about Asha’s father at all in the canon movie, but I’ll pretty much be close to what is depicted there already with some more detail on how he made an influence in the lives of those he loves.

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23. Give Sueño a stuffed toy for him to cuddle with. He deserves it <3

He adores it so much 💖💖

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24. More lore about the Astral Realm!

Not all Wishing Stars have the strong desire to venture down into the human realm someday and that’s completely fine. They can still guide their wishmaker from above. But for those who do want to, they need to answer one important question first:

“Why do you grant wishes?”

Since they would be going down to earth by themselves ALONE with none of their elders to guide them this time, their answer to this question serves as their anchor in case they get lost or distracted. Answers do vary and some may be the same among stars, but that’s fine. As long as they’re sincere with all their core on their answer. Some examples may be: “I like to see them reach their very best and reap their deserved rewards.” Or “I like watching them journey and discover themselves.”

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25. SNEAK PEAKS!!

This scene is one of my dotpoints I came up with but I’m not so sure anymore if that would still fit in and whether I should scrap it. Regardless, I thought this would be a nice little thing to show you all. Proof that I’m indeed working on it 😅

(Actually, this sounds so cute to draw. Feel welcome to try and do so if you want to, my fellow artists ^^)

…… 26. How does Magnifico’s magic work?

I made a whole post on this :3

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27. Where did Amaya learn potions?

She’s self-taught mostly. But I also did mention that Mag generously lets her borrow what is meant to be his books of magic soooo, he played a role on that as well.

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29. What’s Amaya’s opinion on the other Wish AU Mags?

I’m not exactly sure how different her opinions would be on each of them since I think we all decided to have our fun with Magnifico just being a shameless show-off and fun evil villain. I’ll try though.

Amaya would think KOW!Mag reminds her a lot of her own husband, also short-tempered and a disgustingly sweet romantic at times. She’s kind of a play-hard-to-get girl though 😂. One thing she does notice is that what WRTS!, Wish Granted! And KOW!Mag have in common is how loud they are with their ceremonies. Is that a universal Magnifico thing? Eh. There sure is a lot of interesting knowledge to learn from these universes. Hmmm.

TKoRaT!Maggy has that same pained look that falls on RFTS!Mag whenever he’s sulking by himself and needs time alone. Usually it’s because of his old village trauma. It’s an intriguing but ever so familiar cycle she recognises well.

Meanwhile. TFS!Mag is……different, she would say. Not exactly good different. I kinda imagine her eyeing this guy like a cat. This Mag just gives off a very different vibe of non-ruthlessness(?) that she’s not used to.

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30. Same for Mag, but vice versa.

RFTS!Mag gets very very very familiar vibes with KOW! And Wish Granted!Amaya. He finds it slightly amusing since it feels like his wife just became a part of some triplets. (He jokingly asked RFTS!Amaya if she had any sisters she never told him. The woman wasn’t amused. She doesn’t really like being reminded of her family.) I’m sorry TKoRaT! And TFS!Amaya, but you’ve made the decision to adopt Asha as your daughter and so he thinks lower of you now. Although…the TKoRaT!couple might just get to redeem themselves for that since they sound interesting enough. They’re going to have the ditch the girl though at some point.

WRTS!Amaya just feels off. He doesn’t know what exactly though? Is he losing his mind or something? Ugh, I think he could use devouring another Wish Bubble just in case…

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31. You know what, for Asha and Sueño too!

Oh boy, here we go. 😂

Asha will NOT be able to handle Wish Granted!Star’s energy. It’s so different from the silent but still lively conversations she has with her Starboy. Star just can’t bring himself to stop talking, can he? 😅 Asha thinks WRTS!Aster and TKoRaT!Star are adorable. Cielo may be a bit much at times with his light teasing and flirting, but she’s aware he means well.

I could see Asha’s non-hesitant empathy, patience and genuine concern to Haedus would be a huge comfort for the poor guy. (Trust me, she’s done this plenty before.) She’s a bit surprised to see Naos and Nembus but I think they’d get along just fine. She’s pretty good with playing with kids from her experience with a mischievous Valentino. And lastly, KOW!Aster is a total sweetheart that she jokingly comments could rival Sueño’s. (That comment caught Sueño’s attention quickly lmao.)

MEANWHILE:

Sueño is more hesitant and unwilling at first to approach humans by his own accord. He’ll still keep a short distance buuuut… if they’re just another version of Asha, it can’t be that horrible, right?

KOW!Asha’s drawings are a familiar sight for him and he’s impressed that she could bring her own drawings to life. Same goes for WRTS!Asha with her magic wand. Maybe they’re friendly… Maybe they could both do that together :D He’s neutral with Wish Granted! And Aled’s Asha for now until he gets to know them better.

Sueño recognises that same shyness and timid nature in TKoRaT!Asha. (It’s weird how she does the same thing RFTS!Asha does of turning their head away and hiding behind their hair when he innocently just looks her way.)

And then there’s…….HER. TFS!Asha. Cielo talks about her a lot….😬. But you know, that girl scares him.

Unfortunately, Sueño is staying a relatively farther distance away from the last two Ashas I mentioned. Why? Idk, probably the fact that they’re the daughter of Mag and Amaya-

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32. *Gives Sueño an iPad with Duolingo on it* Here my child. Learn Spanish.

I have a feeling you did this so he could finally find out what his name, ‘Sueño’ translates into. Lol, nope. Not yet he’s not.

He still appreciates the gesture though, but the guy got distracted by the other cool features and apps this weird magical mirror-tablet thing(?) had and completely forgot all about the Owl app.

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33. Will Asha ever attempt to learn Celestial? Maybe with a candle? Like Morse Code? Idk.

Idk. Speaking Celestial is really just stars exchanging screechy sound waves to each other telepathically like words, while their glowing sequences indicates the mood and tone of what they’re saying. Maybe if Asha comes to learn how to harness light magic on her own, she’ll be able to at least convey emotions such as happiness in it by controlling the brightness and duration of each flash.

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35. How are you planning out your story?

I usually think of what main message I’m trying to get across first and build the story around it. After some character and world-building stuff (that I keep adding to because procrastination), I put the key scenes I could think of in bullet-point format and then just think up some in-between scenes that could occur between those points.

Usually though, the most usual process is that a random concept/idea pops into my head and then I immediately type it down so I won’t forget it. It’s basically my thing now to organise the giant mess of reminders into comprehensive plot lines.

I’m not writing the story at this point. The story is choosing to expose itself to me XD

Another main thing I do is listen to my Spotify playlist of this AU, read the Wish Artbook, or rewatch a movie that has inspired the RFTS! plot in some way.

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36. Are there any kisses in your story?

Hmmmmm….. *glances at Ashueño and Amnifico*

Oh well, since you’ve asked me, I gueeeeess I’m unfortunately now going to have to remove all the kisses I had included since y’all are so desperate to know….. (/jk)

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38. Will the Royal Couple have villain transformations?

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39. What’s your take on the ‘eating wishes’ thing?

As I’ve mentioned in my last post on how the magic system works in the RFTS!AU, Magnifico eats wish essence to reverse the costly effects of using Curse Magic. To put it simply, he uses them to make him more mentally stable.

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40. What Easter Eggs are you planning to put in your story?

Awwwww, where’s the fun in that? Find them yourselves >:)))

And who knows? Maybe certain fellow creators in the Wish Rewrite Fandom will make a reference in some of the chapters. Keep an eye out 😉

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42. What exactly does Asha’s job entail?

Being a king’s apprentice is a way to gain experience and learn how to use magic by the king himself, so you could use the attained knowledge as to however you want. Share the talent with Rosas or Go out into the world.

However, when Magnifico’s reign started, he forbade magic usage other than he and his wife with the claim that it’s for the greater good and safety for Rosas. (He kinda had a point since criminal activity and accidents did decrease in number after that rule.)

Since Mag doesn’t really need an apprentice, Asha is more of an assistant now, following in her dad’s footsteps before her. She’s tasked to do help with whatever Mag might need around his study such as keep the fire going or organise his papers. But Mag doesn’t really like having her around a lot, (since she asks a lot of questions about his wish-keeping system) so he purposefully tells her to go carry out outside tasks such as go into the garden and help the gardeners or something.

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43. Did Magnifico make Sueño’s bonds?

If I told you, would that make you more blood-thirsty enough to gather pitchforks and torches for his head? Because if you are, please don’t. I still need this guy to stir up conflict in my story :((

(You can have him all you want though once I’m done with him. Lmao.)

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44. How was Rosas founded?

Nearly a century ago, the kingdom was first built. I’ve read in the Art book that Rosas was apparently named to reference ‘Beauty and the Beast.’

Like, ok….?

Anyways, I found that roses are meant to represent love, rebirth and beauty. So I decided to add more onto that than just have it as another reference. The kingdom’s founders wanted Rosas to be a place where people who are wary and feel outcasted by their homes can find and start a new beginning. To ‘Rebirth’ and have a second chance to find the ‘beauty and love’ in their lives again,

Blue and white were made the royal colours because the blue was meant to stand for trust and reliability and white for new beginnings. Symbolising the past kings and queens’ responsibility to have their talents in sorcery be used to serve the people who come here. Thus, Rosas’ citizens all are in a variety of different cultures.

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45. Over how many days does your story take?

I’m thinking within one month. It’s a race-against-time sort of thing where Asha needs to find out how to confront the Royal Couple before they do something horrible on Rosas’ celebration of its 100th anniversary, which is literally just a month away.

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46. What was your favourite part of Wish? Are you translating that to your AU?

I really really loved how Mag’s magic looked and how he went all evil-ish green as a tribute to past Disney villains. If we ignore the awkward transition he had from sympathetic to just plain psychotic, it’s a cool magic display. I kinda wished they went more full out on the final battle because it just felt so underwhelming asf.

I’m keeping the magical final battle but with more magical funsies. :D

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47. Least favourite part?

I’m frustrated how bland and empty the character interactions and emotional beats are since those kinds of moments are usually my favourite when it comes to movies.

Magnifico’s tragic loss of his village? “Pfft- What tragedy? We don’t need that in the movie’s 2nd half.”

Asha’s dead father? “Eh. We only needed him for a few mins and he’s non-existent from that point on.”

Valentino claims to be Asha’s helpful animal sidekick. “Did I mention I have a deep voice? Oh, and my butt’s a funny thing too. Did I already mention that my voice is loud and soooo deep??”

Simon’s betrayal? “Oh wow, that was a shock…. Anyways, wanna start a rebellion?”

OMG, Sakina’s wish is back!! “What was the wish about? Idk who cares.”

Asha’s friendship with Star doesn’t even feel that special to me?? GUYS, I felt more chemistry between Rapunzel and Pascal. COME ON, BUILD IT UP. DON’T JUST SAY ‘Awww, you and I are thinking the same thing~’ AND EXPECT ME TO BUY THAT.

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48. What’s your favourite aspect of the TFS!AU?

Idk why, but I like how there’s a unique twist in your AU on how Wishing Stars don’t have the best reputation to humans. It’s a nice subversion that makes it stand out a little more. :)) Because usually, the idea of wishing on stars is always seen as a positive thing but that’s not the case in this story. It’s intriguing to watch characters slowly realise that not everything is what it seems.

That, and the hilarious dynamic you’ve got going on between Cielo and Asha and how deep in denial they both are, even though it’s clear as day to the other TFS!cast. 😂

(Wouldn’t it be funny if TFS!Mag and Amaya also noticed? They may be going down a dark path but they’re not blind, girl.)

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50. What’s a boring fact about you?

Uhhhhhh…. I like organising stuff by colour for fun...? Like, I used to pour out a box of legos and sort through them as a kind of pastime. I still organise coloured pencils in rainbow order if I could too. 😅 ………

@annymation @uva124 @your-ne1ghbor @ficsinhistory @rascalentertainments @gracebethartacc @spectator-zee

It’s a long read, but I think you guys would enjoy going through it regardless. I hope so anyways.

Btw, thx for all the fun questions Bo! 💖 Might post some more regarding your other doodle requests that I’ve put to the side for now if you don’t mind. :))