#its somehow been such a drag and so long yet I've basically got nothing done all month

[thatsonehellofahabit]

it has both somehow been the longest fucking january ive ever experienced in my entire life and also february already apparently. if someone can notify me as to why this is the way it is.

[thesoulesscollection]

The Royal Product; The Candy Jewelry & Kinsley Siblings Facts

It has been a long while since I've posted anything for Honey and or anything else related to her products. I've decided to make this a post on its own since it contains some things of Choc as well 

Candy Jewelry 

Basic explanation; It's a concealment and or disguise spell contained within jewelry. Mostly comes in the form of necklaces but also in earrings, rings, and etc. 

Can be worn for long periods of time unless it is to be taken off or gets damaged then it won't work for the wearer. 

Though there's always going to be a catch and inevitable downside, one is the decline psychologically as people will slowly forget who they once were prior. Severe identity crisis and the new identity will reign havoc.

 ^ Another side effect, physically, is the growth of colorful (pastel) ‘candy’ rocks on the wearer's skin. Usually it starts at the area in question where the jewelry resides. At first the skin is sore, itchy then soon it will consume them until they're nothing but a jaded statue. 

This product and any other doesn't work effectively on the Kinsley Family as it would've for anyone else outside it. They're as close to immunity as one can get.

^ Although that hadn't stopped Choc in his younger years from being overly excessive in taking them. (Ie. Honey's first guinea pig) and having multiple times overdosed 

Honey Kinsley

Has severe anger issues. The type that will get physically violent such as throwing things and fighting. As well will get absolutely vile with the verbale insults, not caring if she crosses a line.

^ Her anger tends to be explosive yet done and over with as quickly as it had started where it leaves her tired afterwards 

^ Does her best to keep her wrath in check (and fails miserably) to remain the perfect lady. The only person who can calm her down is her brother. 

Growing up between the two siblings, she is the spoiled rotten golden child of her grandmother, Candy who had favored her. Whereas Choc was the black sheep that she taunted over his head. 

Both siblings have a natural sweet scent to them where Choc's is of rich chocolate and caramel, hers is sweet honey that has an underlying ting of bitter spice

Similar to her brother, she has light pink clouds surrounding her but way more prominent and thicker, heavier 

^ She can actually command it to her doing so she often lets it move her from one place to another. As well, she can lay and sit on them to rest (same with other people)

An impressive con-woman albeit very controlling, has many contracts (soul bonded) with people. Able to help alter life with her products as one knows it for people who ask for her help. 

More Facts About Choc 

Somehow he managed to get a hold of the teleporter and make it work for him. He does have a knack for it and he got it fixed on his own. 

^ Diligently reworked it with his sister and now is a literal part of him on his person. For example, to get a better control on it he does use a clip on to his tie or a watch to help better control it. 

Whenever he teleports, Choc leaves behind a light gold cloud with small white stars that foams within. It stings slightly for anyone who happens to walk through it and is on the warmer side

^ Now has a permanent sparkly cloud residue that surrounds him but it only takes a keen eye to notice. Choc is unnaturally warm to the touch or to be around due to this like a heater. 

Ends up in awkward situations more then not, either landing in odd places he didn't account for or in the process drags unsuspecting people along with him 

[arachnixe]

A Date With The Empress Of Space

1765 words (9 minutes)

Aria was not expecting a cadre of imperial soldiers barging into her coffee shop. It had been a long week, and—frankly—being abducted without explanation to be sent into space was the last thing the barista needed.

It's not that she wasn't scared, but being indignant about the inconvenience worked well as an emotional shield, at least for a while. Unfortunately, the trip wasn't particularly short. She couldn't imagine where they could be taking her, and worry began to creep in.

The shuttle carried her up the planet's gravity well, where they transferred her to an intrasystem ferry. Hours later, she was silently ushered to yet another vessel—a corvette, distinctly military.

Nobody would tell her what she'd done, where they were taking her, or why.

The sense of dread slowly tightened its grip. This wasn't the first time she'd caught the attention of someone in power, and her life never had quite recovered from that incident.

Another transfer, this time to the largest dreadnought she'd ever seen.

She was just fucked, wasn't she?

Her eyes caught a name emblazoned on the ship, her legs stumbling as shock momentarily overwhelmed her ability to coordinate her limbs. This was the Queen of the Night. The Empress's flagship.

No. They couldn't be taking her to see—

There's no way—

Why would she—?

Aria still had come up with no answer by the time they led her to the most ornately decorated chamber in the ship, closing the door behind her and leaving Aria all alone with the terrifying warlord who ruled the cluster, Empress Galatea.

With a dramatic swoosh of her glossy black cape, the Empress turned and fixed her eyes on the humble barista, and there was something in her gaze that oh god it's her ex.

"Lee?"

"Hey there, Aria. So nice of you to drop by."

"You had me kidnapped from my job, you psycho bitch!"

"Pretty romantic, huh?"

"I was scared out of my goddamn mind!"

Lee gave her customary crooked, apologetic smile and half-shrug that she always did when Aria got frustrated with her bullshit.

Aria scrubbed her eyes in frustration. Maybe she should have been intimidated by her ex being the Empress, but somehow she didn't have it in her.

After taking the time to compose her thoughts, Aria spoke again. "Can you at least tell me why you had your henchmen drag me way out here without even telling me first?"

"Would you have come if I sent a letter: 'hey babe, I figured out how to win you back?'"

Aria gave her best Exhausted Food Service Employee Withering Glare.

Lee nodded in response. "Exactly. And that's why I went, hey, I'm the Empress, I can just have you delivered!"

"Ugh! You haven't changed a bit, have you? Anyone's 'no' is just an obstacle to be worked around, isn't it?" Aria clenched her fists. "Take me home. Empress or no, you're not gonna 'win me over.'"

At this, Lee looked genuinely wounded. Empress Ex made a placating gesture. "C'mon, babe, please hear me out," she said, giving her best puppy-dog eyes. "I have changed, really!"

"I bet."

"I've accomplished so much, done so many things, I've conquered whole star systems at a time, and now I rule basically everything that matters," Lee said, turning those deep, soulful eyes toward her.

Cranking up the charm, she grabbed one of Aria's hands in hers, holding it tenderly. She dropped to one knee for maximum dramatic effect. "But you know what my biggest regret is, all these years later? That I broke your trust and your heart. I still love you."

Aria, who was never good at pretending that she wasn't vulnerable to theatrics, did her best to keep that hard edge in her voice. "You could have anyone you wanted, Lee. Why do you keep bothering the one person who told you she never wanted to see you again?"

"My darling. My dearest. My shining star. I still love you. You're the one I became Empress for in the first place," Lee said, probably lying. "A Galaxy means nothing to me without you in my world. That's why I gotta find a way to show you that it'll be different this time."

"How did you become Empress anyway?" Aria asked, still in disbelief. It was utterly baffling how her chronically unemployed ex ascended to such a lofty title.

Lee leapt to her feet, clearly excited for the opportunity to talk about her favorite topic of all, herself.

"Well, it turns out that aside from murder, I'm pretty good at other political maneuvers, like blackmail, sneaking around, getting people's trust, spying on them..."

Aria snorted. "Yeah, I can personally vouch for some of that."

"Look, I'm sorry I went through your phone that one time! How many times do I need to apologize for my mistakes? Just tell me what to do to make you forgive me!"

"Try groveling," Aria replied dismissively. "I'll let you know if it works."

To her surprise, Empress Galatea discarded pride and threw herself down at the barista's feet.

"Please, babe," she begged. "I never stopped loving you. I've changed. I'll never do any of those things again. I'll promise you anything if you'll give me one more chance."

At seeing the Empress begging at her feet, some strange, forgotten emotion stirred inside Aria. "More."

"I know I was the worst. A total fuck-up. You are a goddess, and it's my fault I ruined everything, and you were right to say all those things and kick me out, and—"

"That's, uh. Enough. Get up, Lee." It's not that she wasn't enjoying this, but those feelings were rising a little more strongly than Aria expected or wanted. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, and she needed to end this before making a really impulsive mistake.

Lee stood. "I grovel to nobody, Ria," she said, voice unusually soft and quiet, with a genuine humility she rarely showed anyone. "Nobody but you is worth it, and for you I'll gladly debase myself for the privilege of enjoying even a moment of your attention."

Despite herself, Aria was afraid Lee's plot was working. She was already beginning to imagine how nice a life it would be if she were the woman who had the Empress at her feet. She cleared her throat and changed the subject.

"So. Galatea, huh?"

Lee laughed. "Yeah, taking a fancy Empress Name from old Earth myths makes you sound more impressive. That's what my advisors said, anyway, and I pay them a lot to tell me these things. So I just picked one."

"You identify a lot with Galatea's story?"

Lee waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "No idea. Just liked the sound of it. It was between this and Vriska, and Galatea sounds kinda like 'galactic,' like I'm saying 'watch out,' you're next' to the rest of the galaxy."

Aria couldn't suppress a laugh. Yeah, that's Lee.

"It's nice to hear you laugh again, babe," Lee said, brushing a strand of hair out of Aria's face. "I really missed you."

"Lee, no, we're still not there yet..."

Aria wished she could take back the "yet" that made her ex's eyes light up with hope.

"Okay, okay, fine," Lee said, withdrawing her hand and stepping back. "Can I at least show you the gift I prepared for you?"

Aria took a deep breath, in and out. "Alright, Lee. What's the gift."

"You remember that shitty bureaucrat back then who decided he didn't like you and made sure the paperwork for your submission got lost in the system?"

Aria eyes brightened. "Are you gonna pull some strings and get Greg fired or something?"

"C'mon, Ria. That's the least of what he deserves for fucking up your life and saddling you with, like, infinity debt."

"And forcing me out of my whole discipline into working shitty jobs where I get yelled at by the world's most entitled jackasses every day forever."

"Yeah, see? Getting fired would be nothing compared to all that. No, I've got him imprisoned aboard the ship." Lee chuckled maliciously, and there was something awfully pleasing about imagining a guy Aria hated suffering the brunt of her ex's creepy, manipulative horseshit.

"He doesn't even know why he's here yet," Lee added with satisfaction. "But he's got a nice window with a view, and he soon will."

Lee beckoned and led her across the room to where—with the touch of a button on a remote—the wall vanished.

The panoramic scene was breathtaking, revealing a sweeping view of a beautiful planet from orbit. It was a lovely, well maintained world, full of lush green and blue, glowing like a jewel.

"Kalos," Lee said, inclining her head toward the planet. "You'll never guess who lives here."

Aria put no effort into guessing. "I got nothing. Everyone's heard how you executed that mining mogul, and don't know anyone else rich enough to live in a place like this."

Lee's grin sharpened with a cruelty that made Aria shiver. "Greg does. And his family. And his good country club buddies. And probably other jerks, I don't know, who cares."

Aria chewed her lip, unsure where Lee was going with this.

With a grand, sweeping gesture that maximized the dramatic effect of her (very cool, Aria could admit) cape, the Empress pushed a button on the nearby comm. "Let's do it, people," she said. "Make sure the prisoner is watching."

Releasing the button, she turned back to Aria. "For you, my love."

Aria watched as countless more ships dropped out of stealth, all holding steady orbit around Kalos.

In unison, they fired.

White-hot beams struck the planet's surface everywhere at once.

Aria had never seen what the Empress did to planets that earned such retribution, but everyone had heard of it.

Now, Lee was turning the vast destructive power of her fleet to the complete obliteration of all life on this planet just because someone who lived here hurt Aria.

It was the most romantic thing Lee had ever done for her. Aria felt an arm snake around her waist, and she let her head lean to the side and rest on Lee's shoulder. Together, they enjoyed the fireworks.

"So does this mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm. Not yet. But this is a pretty good start. Do I get to be the one who tells him why you did it?"

"You know I would never deprive you of the pleasure," the Empress said.

Aria smiled. This did seem much better than her life as a barista. "You get one more chance."

[little-writings]

Hi! I love your writing so much! And lately I've been in love with the yandere personality, so if its not to much to ask, could you write a fic where Jumin is a yandere, and other men are constantly flirting with MC. (This is something that basically rivals who Jumin is, so please, you don't have to do this if you don't want too.) Thank you! 😄❤😃💖

Oooooo this sounds real neato!!!! If I think Jumin were to essentially be a serial killer he would be similar to that of Hannibal Lecter (Bryan Fuller’s version, however) 

And while, yes this does very much rival who Jumin is this will actually be a really awesome writing challenge to keep it still believable for his personality!! So I’m really excited to do this!!

Anyhow, I’d be more than happy to write this request for you! Thank you and have a marvelous day dear!!!! (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ

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People had started to go missing.

Yet what bothered you the most was one particular thing.

You had known each and every one of them.

One had been a bartender at a restaurant, a sort of murky hint in his gaze as he looked to you.

“Hey…” He dipped his head as you sat down, tapping his fingers against the table as he leaned to you. “What can I get you?”

“Oh goodness,” You chuckled lightly. “can I just get something small? Don’t want anything too big.” 

“Aw come on, that’s just weak,” He joked. “Live a little!” 

“No, no I don’t think so!” You exclaimed, laughing meekly. “Maybe some other time.” 

“Hopefully when it’s my shift?”

You crinkled your nose for a moment, shrugging.

“Maybe!”

“Well-I certainly hope so,” He raised a curious brow, curls of muddy hair twirling about his hair. “So-what’s someone as cute as you doing here all alone?”

You felt a hand set itself on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly, a low, stern voice speaking out. 

“They’re not.” 

Jumin.

You smiled at the sight of him, a warmth blooming in your chest as he softened almost instinctively at the sight of you, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“I’m sorry I took so long to get here love,” He glanced up at the bartender. “I suppose I got here at the right time though, however.” 

“Shouldn’t have left such a pretty thing here all on their own.” The man murmured in response, giving you a small wink. “I was thinking I’d snatch them for myself.” 

He scribbled something down a napkin sliding it over to you.

A phone number.

His.

“Offer still stands if you’re interested.” 

You shook your head, preparing to dismiss him when Jumin intervened, his hand curling into a fist as he crumpled the note in his hold, shooting daggers at the man.

“They’re not.” 

The man was found dead by the end of the week.

Another had been an ex.

Constant texts flooding into your phone at an almost constant rate.

“I miss you.” 

“Just one more night.” 

“No one else has to know.” 

“Just one more chance.” 

And each time you’d deny him.

You told him you were with someone else.

That you were in love with someone else.

But it felt as if there was no end.

“I can’t believe this!” You exclaimed, walking beside Jumin, his arm wound around your waist. 

“What is it?” 

You sighed, sinking against him.

“It’s…it’s an ex of mine. He won’t leave me alone!” 

“What is he doing?” Jumin’s brow lowered, glancing at your phone screen, frowning. 

“He keeps trying to convince me to give him another chance…” You puffed out your cheeks indignantly, anger boiling just from spotting the messages. “I keep saying no but he won’t stop!” 

Jumin folded his lips, letting out a heavy breath, stopping to turn you to face him, pulling you close. 

“I’m sorry darling, I’ll see if there’s anything security can do to handle it.” 

You sighed, looking up as he tipped his forehead against your own, somehow feeling immensely comforted just by his presence. 

“Do you really think there’s anything they can do…?”

His words were love-laced, such certainty drenched in them that you couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you.

But perhaps, there was something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

“I’m positive.” 

And within a few days, your ex was found lifeless.

It continued like that. 

One after the other.

Gone.

And even now, you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

So perhaps when your co-worker, someone you’d been partnered with for a project, told you he’d be staying home, you got a bit nervous.

Especially seeing as he was known for flirting around.

And he had done it with you.

You had told Jumin, exasperated and annoyed, only soothed as he pulled you into his lap and assured you it would be fine soon enough.

You had called him in your home, pacing about nervously despite Jumin’s encouraging assurances.

And relief overcame you as he answered.

“What’s up?” He snickered. “Missed me?” 

“Who couldn’t miss that charming personality?” You scoffed. “I was just…wanting to check up on you. I was really hoping we could go over the project one last time for the presentation tomorrow.” 

“Jeez, you really want to…?” He huffed, thinking for a moment. “Alright, you can send me an email and I’ll check it out but I’m really not feeling all that great right now.” 

“If it’s a fever or something I can bring some soup or something-I’ll wear a hazmat suit even-” 

“There’s no way you care about this project this much, sweetheart.”

“Don’t-don’t call me that.” 

“Listen, if you’re just looking for an excuse to see me don’t bother,” He proclaimed. “I’m not about to pass up an opportunity with someone like-” 

You heard a gasp, and a clatter as if the phone was dropped from his grip, crashing onto the floor.

And the call was dropped. 

Fear.

That was what filled every bit of you.

And in a moment’s notice, you were out the door. 

You had been to his home before, a simple home a few blocks down, yet you had never felt yourself so slow even as you attempted to rush down the side block.

Even when you finally made it you felt as if you had been glued to the ground, unable to move as you tried to pry your feet away, dragging yourself up to the stairwell to his house.

You came to the front door and tugged on the knob.

Locked.

You curved around the wall of the building coming to the back your eyes met with something that horrified you.

The back door, wide open.

You crept inside, your fingers hovered over your phone, prepared to dial emergency services at the slightest hint.

You snuck forward, keeping your body low to the ground, creeping closer to the living room.

Creeping closer to a sound.

It was similar to that of shuffling, however, muffled and calculated.

And as you saw who, it seemed to click.

Like a puzzle, you never truly wanted solved.

Not if it meant this.

You rose to your feet and met Jumin, your voice breaking and body weak, legs threatening to buckle.

“O-Oh my god…” 

Jumin turned to meet you, gaze as big as saucers in absolute terror.

His lips were parted as though he wanted to speak.

But nothing came out.

He was clad in a clear plastic suit, layered above his usual polyester.

Seemingly a shield of sorts.

You came closer and found hidden amongst the furniture was your coworker.

Dead.

His eyes bulged, a thick line engraved against his throat.

Strangled.

You fell onto your knees, horrified as you desperately attempted to search for any kind of pulse.

Only to be met with nothing.

Nothing but a cold, decaying husk.

“How…” You murmured. “How could you do this…?”

He held back, answering quietly, a peculiar bit of shame in his tone.

Though whether it was out of true guilt or that you now knew, was something you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“…Garrote wire.” 

“And the…the suit?”

“Prevents DNA from being left at the crime scene.” 

“S-So you know…” You began, feeling a fire in your throat. “you know this is wrong…?”

“…They were hurting you.” He muttered. “They were attacking you. You weren’t safe MC-” 

“And I-I’m safe with you?” 

You heard the sorrow in his response.

“I would never hurt you, darling. Never in any life-this one of the next would I ever even consider such a thing.” He hummed, reaching out a hand. “You know that don’t you?” 

You took it.

“Then-then what’s this?” You asked, your palm limp in his own as his fingertips braided with yours. 

“This is protecting you,” He cooed, adoration clear in his gaze. “This is keeping you safe and happy. These people hurt you, and you are the last person in the world who deserves that.” 

“I couldn’t let them hurt you.” 

“I wouldn’t.” 

Ice.

As he spoke, he was colder than ice, his grip on you tightening if only for a second before warming, the familiar fondness painting his features.

“Please, don’t cry.”

You hadn’t even realized.

He raised his other hand to wipe them away, hovering over your cheek, unsure.

“You know I love you MC,” He remarked. “I love you more than any words can possibly describe.” 

“I know.” 

You pulled out your phone, prepared to dial law enforcement. 

“But if you really mean it, you’ll end this.” 

“MC-” 

You sank into his other hand, his shoulders dropping. 

“This isn’t right Jumin. And you know that.” 

“Dear, you know I can’t-”

“Yes, yes you can.” You looked up to him, trying to hide the quivering of your chin. “I promised to always stay by your side-and I will.” 

“But not like this.” You confessed. “I can’t.” 

He didn’t speak.

But he took the phone.

And he dialed the emergency line.

You melted against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck as he described the event, his heartbeat indescribable. 

Once he finished, he hung up, setting down the phone and winding his arms around you, holding you as if you might disappear before he could even blink.

You listened to the silence, wondering when the sound would erupt from the streets, and the lights of police cars would burst in through the windows.

But as you received silence, you broke it. 

And you broke it with the words you once said so often.

And as the sirens rang, they blurred

And so did the rest of the world.

For what only mattered to him were your four, familiar words.

“I love you too.”