#like i find the reactions so fucking funny i wanna see how far i can push it

[excelsior9173]

thinking about my upcoming tattoo appointment and laughing so so hard to myself

my mom has been all gung-ho for me getting tats- she’s got 8 or so and always wants to book more. my dad and his side of the family are very much not into tattoos and piercings (the jokes and mock-lectures i got for convincing my cousin to get a tat omg 😅)

anyways. my dad has come around on my tats i think mostly because he sees how happy they make me, how much more confident i feel with them. my dad isn’t super fond of the content of my tats- he asked me once if i was going to tattoo the backs of my legs and if so could i “not get anymore creepy ones”

fast forward to sending my rain tat reference to my tattoo artist and his immediate response was “oh wow that looks creepy!” and i am cackling at the thought that my poor, long-suffering dad asked for no more creepy tats and i immediately go and pick something that creeps people out 😂

in the words of one of my bestest friends- “exie, you’re interests are often just not applicable to the general public” and i am getting that on a fuckin t shirt

[cameronluvr]

JAILED — toxic!rafe x fem reader

summary: the cops pull rafe over for speeding and erratic driving, but things only escalate when they find you crying in the passenger seat.

warnings: arguing/fighting, speeding, domestic abuse, toxic relationship, DUI, cussing, rafe literally putting readers life at risk, oh, and he goes to jail.

: ̗̀➛ 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

what started off as a perfect evening, soon turned into a dreadful night all thanks to rafe. the two of you were at the beach, drinking and having fun with a few kooks before an argument broke out between the both of you.

you don’t even remember what caused the argument, all you could think about was how he verbally abused you in front of his friends, and physically forced you to get into his car.

your house wasn’t too far away from the beach, but getting there felt like a lifetime sitting in rafe’s passenger seat as he screams in your ear the whole time.

“what the fuck were you thinking showing me up in front of my friends like that?” rafe asks, turning to look at you instead of the road. he looks at you for so long that his car begins swerving into the next lane. “watch the fucking road! jesus!” you yell at him, quickly reaching over to grab the wheel and swerve it back into the proper lane.

“keep your hands off!” he shoves you back, making you hit the door. “ow!” you cry out. “that didn’t hurt” he tells you, shaking his head at how dramatic you’re acting.

“yes it did! pull over i wanna get out.” you tell him, but he doesn’t listen. he doesn’t respond, he just drastically speeds the car up. “rafe!” you yell at him, “stop!”

“no. i’m taking you home so you can fucking chill out.” he tells you, not even looking in your direction as he continues to speed up. “rafe this isn’t funny! you’re gonna kill us” you argue, panicking as you watch his speedometer going up and up, well over the speed limit.

“no i’m not, relax” he smirks, mocking you as if you’re overreacting. “rafe! i swear to god if you don’t slow the fuck down i’ll—”

“you’ll what?” he interrupts you, snapping his head in your direction. “i— i don’t know— just stop! i want to get out!” you stutter, unsure of what to do. he isn’t even looking at the road, and begins swerving into the next lane again, only this time there was an oncoming car.

“rafe!!!” you scream, causing him to divert his eyes to the road and swerve out of the way just in time. he finds the situation rather amusing, and can’t help but smile and laugh at your reaction, thinking that scaring you is funny.

at this point, tears are forming in your eyes. you’re terrified to be in the car with your boyfriend, given that he doesn’t care if he injures you or kills you. “really? you’re gonna cry?” he looks at you. “don’t look at me. look at the fucking road” you turn your head to face the window, crossing your arms over your chest.

“no, i’ll look at you, bein’ such a crybaby” he teases, reaching his hand over to grab the back of your neck and force your head back around. “ow!” you cry out again, trying to slap his hand away but it only makes him dig his nails into your skin. by now, the tears in your eyes are streaming down your face.

he pulls his hand away, focusing back on the road while you sob quietly in the passenger seat. less than a minute goes by, and you suddenly see flashing lights in the mirror. turning your head around, you see it’s a police car.

rafe groans loudly as the cop car gets closer, instructing rafe to slow down and pull over to the side of the road. when he eventually slows down and comes to a stop, you let out a sigh of relief.

with tears still rolling down your face, rafe turns to look at you. “stop fucking crying” he tells you. the cop soon approaches the car, asking rafe to roll down the window. he complies and begins talking to the officer.

“do you have any idea how fast you were going?” the officer asks, leaning his arms on the rolled down window, peering into the car before noticing the state of you in the passenger seat. “are you alright there, ma’am?” he asks you before rafe could answer his question.

“uh— can you please get me out of this car?” you ask, causing rafe to look at you with a frowned eyebrows and a wtf? look on his face. “let me have my partner come over here, wait a sec” the officer tells you, before signalling to his partner in the car. the other officer gets out and approaches your side of the vehicle, before he gives you permission to open the door and step out.

he walks with you to the police car, where he allows you to sit and calm down before talking to him. the other officer stays with rafe to ask him a couple questions. after asking him for the basics, name and ID, he asks rafe to step out of the car to talk.

“again, do you have any idea how fast you were going?” the officer asks rafe. “no, sir” he replies, playing dumb. “you were going almost 90 in a 50 zone. have you had anything to drink tonight?” he questions him.

“uh, a couple.” rafe shrugs. “how many’s a couple?” the officer asks, smelling an odor of whiskey coming from the young man’s breath. “i don’t know. i jus’ had 4 or 5 of them little bottles of whiskey” rafe explains.

“right. and you wanna tell me what’s going on tonight? is that your girlfriend?” the officer questions him further. “yeah, she’s my girlfriend, and nothin’ even happened. we were just at the beach and had an argument, that’s all” rafe tries to explain, but the cop is gonna need more than that.

“that’s all? if that’s all then why didn’t she hesitate to get out as soon as i came over here?” the cops suspicion grew as the look on your face when he saw you said more than terrified.

“we just argued. she’s emotional like that” rafe tries to bluff, rolling his eyes at how much worse you made the situation, but takes no blame himself. the officer can just tell the type of person rafe is just from a 5 minute interaction

— over in the cop car, you sit in the back with your legs hanging out of the open door while the officer stands and listens to your side of the story. “… and then he dragged me into the car and wouldn’t let me out when i asked him to, then he just kept speeding up to scare me and he kept laughing at me when i begged him to slow down.” you explained after sharing what happened at the beach which started all of this.

“he physically put his hands on you?” the officer asks, concerned for your safety as he glances over at his partner talking to rafe. “…yeah. he grabbed me and literally dragged me into the car.” you sob while you tell him, wiping the tears that hadn’t stopped. “did he put his hands on you while he was driving? he asks.

“uh, yeah, uh…” you stutter. “he grabbed me by the back of my neck and.. and forced me to look at him. and he shoved me into the door when i tried to turn the steering wheel because he was literally swerving into the opposite lane…”

after explaining all this and more to the officer, they have more than enough reasons to arrest rafe at this point. he leaves you alone for a moment to gather his bearings with the other cop.

“right, bud. go ahead and put your hands behind your back for me” one officer explains as the other grabs rafe’s hands, preparing to put him in handcuffs. “you’re arresting me?” rafe asks, not putting up a fight but wanting to know more about what you told them.

“yes, sir, you are going to jail.” a cop explains as he is locking the handcuffs around rafe’s wrists. “why?” he asks, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. “really? speeding, driving erratically, and driving while under the influence isn’t enough reasons for you?” one of the cops asks, making rafe tut. “what did she say to you?” he asks, looking at the one who spoke to you.

“that’s none of your business.” the officer tells him straight, which rafe doesn’t like. “yeah it is” he tries to argue, at which this point the cops are fed up of him, and start walking him over to the police car.

he sees you standing near the car, and decides to start verbally abusing you instead of staying silent. “what the fuck did you say to him?” he asks you, but you don’t answer. you just stand wiping your tears still, looking at the ground to avoid seeing him.

“don’t ignore me, you bitch” rafe says, attempting to move closer to you but both officers grab his arms and force him into the back of the cop car. “quit it!” one yells at him before slamming the door once he was sat inside.

with the door closed, rafe starts shouting at you. “is that how you speak to your girlfriend?” one officer yells at him through the closed door. rafe just tuts and rolls his eyes.

they both speak to you for a little longer before they decide to let you go, and ask you drive rafe’s car home while they take him down to the jail. you agree and get into rafe’s car, watching as the police car drove away.

you hadn’t stopped crying, and more tears flow after that whole interaction sunk into your head. you sat in the car for a whole 10 minutes before deciding to drive away. you start driving to rafe’s house to tell his dad what happened.

— you arrive at tannyhill and park the car outside, getting out and walking into the house. you quietly walk through the house not wanting to wake anybody up considering it’s nearly midnight. you see ward standing in the kitchen, so you walk over.

“ward..” you say, seeing him turn around. “sweetheart, is everything ok?” he asks you after seeing your red stained eyes and cheeks. hearing him ask you that made you tear up again, “uh…” you sniffle.

“me and rafe got into a fight and… he kinda got arrested..” you explain, afraid of how he will react. “arrested? what did he do?” he asks, walking closer to you and gives you a kind hug, rubbing your back as you cry. you’ve been going out with his son for years, so you have always seen ward as a father figure.

you explained the whole situation to ward like you did the officer, but ward’s reaction was understandably different. he was angry, ashamed of how his son would do that to the girl he supposedly loved. “i’ll speak to that son of a bitch. i won’t let him get away with that shit. i’m gonna go down to the jail. you can stay here if you want to, sweetheart” he tells you, grabbing his car keys and putting his shoes on.

“yeah, please. i’m just gonna go up to bed” you nod, sniffling and wiping your cheeks. “of course” he says, parting his ways and heading into his car. you quietly walk up the stairs and enter rafe’s room, closing the door and sighing.

what a dreadful night. you think, taking your clothes off and getting into a pair of pajamas you had left in his room. you get into bed and try to go to sleep, though too much was on your mind to get a good nights sleep.

you knew rafe would be bailed out by his dad, possibly by the time you wake up in the morning. maybe staying at his house tonight wasn’t such a good idea, you thought.

my first published piece of writing..!! idek if this is good or bad but we’ve all gotta start somewhere i suppose:) heavily inspired by ALL the rafe writers bc i spend so much time reading them all lol. lmk what you think! <333333

@cameronluvr

[cat3ch1sm]

Alright so I have a HUGE thing for Silva and Zeno to the point where I’d be delighted to have them step on me and call me worthless 😩💖

So would you have the time and energy to write some headcanons on how Killua would react if a friend of his (aka female reader) were to nonchalantly comment about how his dad and grandpa are hot?

I wanna ruin this gremlin’s mind so much please! <3

OMG if you want to, would you be willing to make Killua’s friend comment that to him but IN FRONT of Silva and Zeno too???

💚~ LMFAOAOAO u guys request the most chaotic shit and im totally here for it. here’s ur request!! merry Christmas guys ily <33 @cocogum

also i can definitely relate

fem!reader

u and killua have been friends for a while. literally probably the most chaotic pair anyone’s ever seen. just constantly doing stupid reckless borderline deadly shit. u are one of the very few who can always keep up with killua and can tolerate the same shit he does

he’s the friend who is always risking his life with the things he does and ur the friend who is always risking their life with the things you say. you have zero filter basically. and he really does not care at all, tbh he thinks you’re hilarious

anyway that’s why killua really has no problem bringing u over to his house. he’s never done it before, but you two aren’t the type to make a big deal of things like that, so whatever he just decides to drop by with u

you’ve never met his parents or siblings, but killua has never been lacking on his descriptions of them. whenever you ask he always makes it a point to tell you how nuts they are. but he sort of knows you can handle it even tho his family doesn’t like that he has friends in the first place, but tbh he doesn’t care much atp

anyway he brings you to his place and you go through the whole shebang of the super heavy doors and getting past mike but basically you two are good to go. the butlers welcome you both in and that’s that

you actually do meet his family who are about as off putting as you expected. his little brother kalluto is the tamest; he acknowledges you with a barely perceptible nod and that’s that. killua doesn’t bother introducing u to milluki and thankfully illumi and kikyo aren’t in the house right now. however, you both do run into silva and zeno.

the piercing glares they give you should be enough to freeze you in your tracks. there’s obviously an aura of dread that comes with their presence that killua had vaguely warned you about. but something honestly catches your eye about them, and you have to bring your hand to your mouth to hide the mischievous smile spreading across your lips. but to your surprise, the two men don’t even come over and bother to speak to you. they just give you disdainful looks and go on their way. looks like you aren’t really worth their time.

but as the two are walking away and you and killua start to head out, you turn and whisper to killua in a voice you very soon discover wasn’t actually a whisper, “wait, kil, your dad and grandpa are kinda hot.”

needless to say, this is the one time killua doesn’t find your lack of filter funny. his blue eyes instantly fly open and he yanks you aside, hissing, “why the fuck-“

that’s all he manages to get out. the zoldyck men have stopped in their tracks. your eyes widen as well and you clap a hand over your mouth.

“oh my fucking god-“ killua doesn’t even turn around to see his father and grandfather, he just yanks you along with him as he basically teleports out of the house. you don’t even have time to process his reaction before you both are suddenly far away from the zoldyck mansion.

you both pause once you’re out of earshot, exchanging wide-eyed looks before you collapse into giggles in the grass and killua slaps both hands against his face. “are you actually out of your fucking mind- never mind, you actually fucking are. what the hell is wrong with you??”

you’re way too busy laughing to answer, pointing at killua’s totally red face. he hides it behind his hands with a loud, exasperated groan.

“i’m going to puke. i’m going to throw the fuck up all over you, you asshole. take that shit back literally right now. oh my god. i’m going to kill you and then myself, you absolute dumbass.”

this goes on for at least ten minutes. you’re basically wheezing at this point, and you don’t stop until killua threatens to leave you behind.

“i am never taking you to my house again, you psychopath. like, i know you have shitty ass taste in guys, but are you serious?? you’re mental. actually insane. seriously?? no, take that shit back, my dad and grandpa are not hot.”

you start to walk away, still laughing, and killua is hot on your heels.

“where the hell are you going?! take that back right now, or i swear to god-“

[sandeewithtwoe]

Now i actually want a post about why you like inkxbroomie so much lol

Well, of course I’m not gonna say it’s the perfect ship. I don’t take shipping seriously, mostly because I know that a very VERY few of them in this fandom is gonna be canon anyways, so I just try my best to have fun with it.

Anyways I think Ink x Broomie is the perfect ship and everyone is sleeping on it.

We need to look further than just tropes and angst to conclude if a ship is good or not. “Oh, Broomie is just a brush how would that even work?” It can work if we really want it to work.

We can assume that Broomie is somewhat sentient in canon. We have seen it moved by itself and has expressed emotions in Comyet’s art. While we don’t really know its personality, it gives us a lot of room to make up for one! That leaves us, the creators, to be creative about this!

And a point I wanna mention, is the concept behind it. And I’m not talking about fucking a brush. I’m talking about Ink, the character that represents creativity in the fandom, being with the very thing that helps him create and design, taking “married to their work” very literal. In fact, Broomie has been by their side since… well maybe forever! Everyone else, as far as I’ve seen, is always disappointed or upset at Ink for his morals and/or behaviour, but Broomie has always loved them. It has always helped them make their dreams and ideas come true, despite what everyone thinks of them. And I think that’s beautiful. It makes sense for them to be together!

Also, if you like aroace Ink, you can see this as Ink finding a way for people to stop asking him out. He doesn’t want to be in a relationship with anyone, so he dates his brush to have an excuse to say he’s already “taken”. Their (platonic) relationship can be a declaration of Ink not giving a shit about anyone romantically. Plus, he’ll find everyone’s reaction to this information very funny.

Anyways, this ship makes me very happy and is also fun to experiment. I keep imagining what their marriage would look like, how everyone would react, their problems in their relationship (i see this as an artist having art block), and more. I feel like I’m the only artist in this fandom who doesn’t see this as just one big joke, so i guess I’ll just make more art of them being together, I guess. In my eyes, Broomie is like a personification of creating, so why wouldn’t Ink fall in love with it?

Thank you for the ask, anon.

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hey! I absolutely looooove your work! You write the clones so we’ll and I was wondering you had time if you could write a head cannon about the clones with a bratty/sassy reader who’s sarcastic and quick on her feet but also very flirty. She’s a demon slayer. And they’re low key a simp for her lmao.

But anyway i hope you have a wonderful day and take care of yourself 🫶🏻💕

Hard to get

THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG♡♡♡ Please I'm not really that good at writing bratty readers all that well but I hope you like this 😭🙏🏾

Warnings: none, readers gender isn't really sated in this so think what u wanna think lol

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, who is the most calm and reasonable one out of the clones but doesn't like when you don't listen to him. It makes him sad, but it's fun playing around just to see his reactions

Aizetsu will try to communicate with you on why you aren't listening to him instead of punishing you in any way and will miss the idea of you just joking around. "Y/n, why are you acting like this? It's making me sad..." He said with a frown,"you tell me. " You give him a smirk, stepping in front of him with your hand on your hip, only confusing him more

Aizetsu will tell you when you're taking things too far by messing around with his things even after when he's told you multiple times not to. "Y/n please, I've told you many times not to play with my spear. you'll hurt yourself, " he said, but you just stepped away, holding the spear behind your back."What are you going to do about it?" You say in a suggestive tone, making him blush and take his spear out of your hands, bringing you into a hug. "You're being so mean... stop that"

Sekido

Sekido hates disobedience. Even if it's from you, it's no exception no matter how much he loves you. It makes him more angry how you test him almost every day to see how far you can go

Sekido is a strong demon. That he already knows, but your skills as a swordsman surprises him every time and how well you're able to sneak up on him so easily, which angers him more. You'll do things like jump on his back or hug him from behind to surprise him

Sekido will scold you for sneaking up on him and hug him from behind. He'll push you off. "How many damn times have I told you to stop sneaking up on me!" He yells, only making you laugh. "Don't act like you don't like it, Sekido. You love when I hold you, " you smirk about to hug him again, but he only grabs your jaw, stopping you in your place with a flushed, angry face. "....just shut up."

Karaku is actually the one ready to push your buttons and likes when you have an attitude with him. He takes it as a challenge and finds it very attractive how you can get in his face and tell him off

Karaku will purposely do things to get on your nerves, like being annoyingly touchy and forgetting the things you tell him. "Why won't you look at me? Are you mad?" He asks. "Oh no, I'm not mad. Just a stupid demon likes to piss me off becausehe finds it fucking funny" you say with your arms crossed not looking at him

Karaku only chuckles and hugs you from behind. "Don't be like that. I just love to tease you, but you don't mind it no matter how "mad" you get, huh? And just just so cute when you act like that, " He says in your ear, making you pout. "Shut up. You're so annoying..."

Urogi's biggest rule is that you don't mess around with his wings. He will be mad that you don't listen and try to slap you with his wings but have a hard time doing so since you move quickly

Urogi's wings are sensitive, so when you touch them, you jump out the away just in time before his wings spread out to hit you out of reflexes from you touching them. You'll laugh at how mad Urogi gets, but he'll try to shake it off

Urogi loves your sassy side sometimes, but other times you can really get under his skin, since hell never admit you're strong "If you're not quick enough my wings might just slice you in half" he smirks "right just like all those other times when you "tried to hit me" with your wings" say say making quotation mark gestures with your hands and Urogi making a screwed face at you

[tealfling]

I'm completely frantic about those two.

Honey is mine/ Rackal belongs to @barbwillbrb

So if you wanna see me gnaw on the bars of my enclosure about them:

Because I no longer be normal about them:

Look how compatible they ARE!?!!

Their stamina?? These two probably need a 3rd to remind them breaks are a thing and hydration is important. (maybe someone strong enough to pull them apart) (and I thought Syvaris and Dwylla were inseparable)

Honey is from a little druidic commune not too far from the Wood of Sharp Teeth (SW of BG). She was raised by her mother's polycule along with her older brother Eno (short for Enoki).

Rackal is from Baldur's Gate. In their Au, he is a werewolf. You know what about Wood of Sharp Teeth:

"Former Grand Duke Valarken was rumored to live there after his failed coup in Baldur's Gate. He and his lycanthrope followers were trying to rebuild Vehlarr. The forest is home to satyrs, dryads, and a small number of werewolves, and some believe wolfweres also dwelt within."

Honey has a bright, and bubbly with a disarmingly charming personality. She's also a shameless flirt. Honey is loyal, fearlessly brave, and naturally protective. Her strong personality becomes ferociously defensive in the face of danger and she refuses to back down from a fight if she thinks she can keep others out of danger. That's why her wild shape is a badger 🦡 for their fierce, tough, strong, and fearless nature. Honey badger don't care how big the predator is, Honey Badger says Fuck around and find out. Which is why Honey is more attracted to larger partners.

And Rackal is attracted to what?

Rackal was also planned as a 'Rolan' <- tiefling romance.

but his first canon love was his barbarian childhood friend, Meirin <-also a tiefling

And Honey is a ya guess it a tiefling!!

See a pattern??? Someone has a type.

Also, Honey immediately being thirsty:

He was so tall she had to crane her neck to look up at him. “Did they give you a name with all those rippling pectorals or do you just want me to call you Big Guy all night?” she smirked. Never once had she not flirted with a man like him, and she wasn’t going to stop now. Even if he was a werewolf. Actually, that thought was pretty exciting. What’s a little harmless flirting between two strangers in the woods? “You can call me, Honey.” Her tail flicked around her.

Took less than 5 mins for her to turn him into a blushing fool.

10 minutes for her to be down bad:

She giggled at his wizard joke. He was funny, too. Gods what she wouldn’t give to have him throw her up against a wall.

And in 15 she started short circuiting his brain:

Rackal’s color deepened at the sight of her, dressed so comfortably, with neither her shirt or shorts leaving anything to the imagination. Honey was all plush, rolling curves, from her full breasts and wide hips; she looked so, so very soft. Heat crept up the back of his neck, his pulse ringing in his ears; he cast his gaze away, suddenly finding the floor utterly fascinating.

 Rackal froze– was that a bow just above her tail? Yes, it was– resting above a pair of shorts that barely covered her rear. 

Live reaction of Rackal starting to pray to the gods:

The immediate chemistry and tension between them was too much to say no to. They went from 0-100 so fast.

 There was something innately soft about Rackal that Honey wanted to cradle in her hands. To hold. To have. To protect. They might have only met by chance, but she could already tell she would go to the ends of the world for him. And all he had to do was ask. 

She was sweet and kind and good. She would ruin him, consume him, leave him needing and wanting and begging… and he would thank her for it. 

They're one "I love you" from dispersing into atoms and reforming into Fated Mates.

But let's roll it back to his first love:

Like how beautiful?!?!?

and the juxtaposition between Meirin the friend that grew to slow, gentle, easy love? And Honey, the stranger that he crashed into that sparked an instant fierce connection they found themselves swept up in?!

I an unwell about them

[willowshimmer]

So I watched Fiona And Cake and I'm hooked...

First episode:

I love how it started with all the colors and how it felt! The voice acting was spot on and it felt surreal with the pastel theme.

"I don't wanna go to work......" Relatable... Especially since my school will start soon...

The way Cake is acting really true actually! Minus the ice... Also when cats ears and nose are cold that means they are healthy! If their hot then that means the cat is sick.

I honestly did not know Fionna's job was a thing....

When I saw Marshall Lee I screamed. I live for his DESIGN! And his personality.

Love Fern's hair. That's all I have to say.

Man Fionna's Boss is short I thought they were a kid.

Love Fionna's reaction from getting fired...And how she technically flipped of her now old boss.

PRINCE GUMBALL or should I say Gary...

Gary's so adorable! I would love to try the cookies he made! They look delicious and sweet and the latté there!

Fuck Gary's boss! He don't deserve to work with that short ass dwarf (No offense to anyone who's short) he deserves better!

When Marshall started singing I was just amazed by the voice acting again! Like such voice is amazing for him!

Oh the poor coffee...

Aw! Marshall likes the cookies! I hope he meets Gary some episode!

I don't trust this version of Lumpy space princess...

I LOVE HUNTER! They are so gentle and nice! I get a bit of gender enby vibes from them.

I LOVED THIS EPISODE!♥️

Below is the next episode review cause this is getting a bit long and cause I explore a few dark topics.

Second Episode:

I missed Simon so much!

I don't like how he's basically a human attraction to the citizens. I just don't feel comfortable with that cause of anxiety and I don't like getting asked questions in general.

I personally think that kid should've just left Simon alone and not talk about his past to HIS ENTIRE FAMILY!

I do think what's interesting about the trauma of Simon is that he's so traumatized from his past as the "Ice King" to the point he can't look at ice without freaking out. It's like soldiers who have been in wars and are so traumatized by loud sounds to the point they just at times attack.

I like Finn's new design! It matches well with now personality.

And I like how TV (One of Jake's kids) is with him.

So wait Jake's DEAD!?

Blindfolded into a forest... What could go wrong?

I really love the forest layout cause of colorful and bright it is! It blends in with the vibe it's going for.

I was at first like "Woah there's blood!" When Jake killed the fish but then it made sense cause Adventure Time came out year's ago and they now they're audience has grown since then so it makes sense.

I would love to hear more stories from before Simon was the Ice King.

"SUCK ON THESE NUTS!" YES!!

More things that I noticed about Simon when he was fighting the bear thing is that he's not a fighter, he's not violent, he's just trying to fit in the best he can but even he can't cause of how people keep reminding him about his past as the Ice King.

I know what Finn did was irresponsible cause he just blindfolded Simon and led him into a forest but let me explain. He's lost Jake. And when Jake dies he was probably and most likely devastated since he lost the only person he was mostly close to a that was like a brother to him. That's his way of coping with stuff! But he doesn't know alot about Simon so he tried to do the one thing that helped HIM! He tried.

I was so HAPPY to see Marceline and Bubblegum again!

I find it very funny that Bubblegum's skin sticks to the tattoo gun.

Love Marceline's new hair cut as well.

I just Simon to be happy with his wife! Is that to much to ask!?😭

Also I think I catched a Steven universe reference when Cake came out Simon's hair.

This episode was heavy and full of emotion to unpack and I think I like that!

I love the series so far and hope more of it soon!

Also I'M BACK!

[ryuichirou]

Azul×Idia headcanons... hand em over, I wanna hear them all, every single one

(You're artsyle is so scrumptious it's not even funny❤❤❤❤❤❤)

Dear Anon! Sorry for the late reply. I am very happy you like my artstyle, and I am especially happy that you like Azul/Idia. They are our first twst ship, they are actually the first twst ship that we’ve written headcanons about, and our first post with them was almost a year ago?? That’s a long time, but I still feel like we just fell in love with these two lol

Just in case, here are some previous posts with hcs about them:

The very first one

Some more headcanons (+the ones about the Marriage AU)

The one with octo!Azul

The one about the overblot versions of these two

There are also some about Idia and the OctaTrio, but you can find all of them in the according tag (“headcanons”), so I won’t link them here.

As you can see, we have a lot to say about them lol, but it’s been a while since our last hc post about them, so I’ll give you some new ones! God I hope they’re new… I hate it when I accidentally repeat myself lol

They are an odd couple because both are allergic to sincerity and have a hard time opening up to each other. It’s almost like they’re afraid that if they say something honest and romantic, the other one is going to laugh at him. And to be honest, Azul is worse at it than Idia. Like, Idia’s initial reaction would be laugh it off and say that Azul is cringe (as a defense mechanism), but he would actually appreciate it a lot and maybe even open up in return. Azul, however, is absolutely terrified of being rejected for his feelings and sometimes has a hard time reacting to Idia’s own sincere moments. But he’s slowly getting better, I guess.

Despite that, Azul is actually quite romantic sometimes. If he falls asleep in Idia’s room, he clings to him, his long limbs, his warm hair. He is actually quite needy when he lets his guard down. But Idia learned not to comment on that, because Azul instantly gets embarrassed and super pissed off and sometimes even bites him :( Ouch

They actually argue quite often. And god forbid if they argue about something that can’t easily get googled and prove one of them wrong, because this petty argument is going to last for ages. Sometimes it ends up being an arousing thing for them, but Idia always comments on how much of a cliché it is to yell at each other and then make out passionately.

Their sex life used to be super awkward at the very beginning of their relationship, because they are basically a combo of a socially inept hikki guy whose kinks and preferences are super far detached from a real human life, and a merman who didn’t have legs or human reproductive organs only 3 years ago. So they weren’t even super into sex at first, it’s just too much mental and physical work, too awkward and embarrassing. That being said, they did have their early horny moments when they got really carried away and way too into touching each other.

After they’ve been together for some time though, sex is going to become less stressful, at least for Azul. He learns very fast, and he is obsessed with getting better, so Idia is going to be overwhelmed and fucked in all the right places at the same time lol But they still have these vibes of two awkward but horny nerds sometimes.

There are periods during which they don’t have sex at all, and barely even have any romantic interactions. During these one might even think that they’re just friends, since they seem to be very neutral in the ways they interact and talk about games and stuff. Idia doesn’t mind it, but it’s a bit wild even to him sometimes how not interested in sex Azul actually is…because when Azul is aroused, it seems like sex is the most important thing in his life lol I guess this is an animal within him.

They aren’t really into bdsm, but they’re one of those couples who fall into the d/s dynamics naturally sometimes for some reason. Mostly because Idia is very bratty with Azul and likes to tease him, and sometimes Azul gets pissed off and reacts in a very dominating and overwhelming way, and then all of a sudden things happen… Let’s just say that Idia got spanked more than one time.

[javipispunk]

PINE SYRUP

Chapter Two: Straight and Narrow

Jackson Era! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Through the cold and desperation the pine needles do not fall. The needles are sharp and bitter to ward off strangers, yet with tender care they make the richest syrup.

Warnings: smut, p in v unprotected, ass slapping, sir kink, brat!reader, pet names (darlin’, good girl, sweetheart, kid), use of firearms, joel is mean, flirting, cursing, feelings of loneliness, age gap (27/56)

A/N: First time writing smut! Hope it’s okay. As always let me know what you think or if I need to add other warnings or anything xoxo

Word Count: 2.7K

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A few days later you were in the greenhouse picking herbs. Joel came in and cleared his throat. You were still put off by his gruffness but you couldn’t be too mad, anger was all too common these days. That was until today. It seemed like it was his personal mission to piss you off.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“My job,” you stated matter of factly.

“Pickin weeds? Bet you think you’re good at that too huh?”

“You get off on arguing with me or something?” You snapped back.

His mouth twitched, either from holding back a retort or trying his best not to show a reaction. He took a deep breath and then spoke again.

“We ain’t arguing.”

“No?” You asked.

“Nope.” He said while popping the p.

“So you just like being a pain in the ass? I bet it's a cover up for something.”

He leaned closer towards you, your hips now pressed up against the table that was behind you.

“A cover up for what sweetheart?” He was as close as he could be without actually touching you. It was exhilarating. Joel Miller was a very handsome man, there was no denying that. Here you were inches from his face. The wrinkles around his dark eyes and across his forehead really suited him. You wanted to reach out and trace your thumb along his nose. You also wanted to make him squirm so you leaned close to his ear.

“That you wanna bend me over this table and fuck me good.” You said boldy. Then you pushed his head back with your finger. This struck a nerve, you saw him swallow and then he let out an angered breath and took a large step back.

“Delusional” he muttered.

“Then what are you here for?” You asked while waving your hand in the air and giving him an impatient look.

“Tommy wants to see you.”

You sucked in a deep breath trying to quell your annoyance.

“You couldn’t have started with that? You could have spared the cilantros feelings by not calling it a weed.” You called after him as at this point he was hurriedly walking out of the greenhouse.

/ / /

You met Tommy out by the stables. He had your rifle in his hand and a small box. You handed it over to you and asked if you wanted to go for a ride with him. He wanted to see you shoot.

“I wanna test ya before we put ya on patrol.”

You grinned, glad to have your gun back and glad that he was trusting you.

“Yessir”

You followed him into the stables as he led you to a horse, already tacked up. You hopped on, Tommy followed suit on his own horse. Once you left the stables and were trotting down the street Tommy asked you how you were finding Jackson.

“Good so far, feel like I can breathe a little.” This was all true. For once you weren’t running from or running to, there was some stability. What you didn’t tell him is that your loneliness still hadn’t subsided. It sat heavy in your chest, not willing to leave. A town full of people and you felt more alone than you did in the woods by yourself.

“I’m glad” he said after nodding at you in understanding.

Then you frowned, “Except Joel called my cilantro a weed which made me kinda sad. Do you know if he maybe has that gene where it tastes like soap to him? I don’t know what else the cilantro could have to receive such ire.”

Tommy let out a booming laugh. So loud it got the attention of some of the people in the street.

“You’re funny.” You were both smiling.

“I try. Joel didn’t think it was funny though.”

“He doesn’t think anything’s funny.”

“What a shame. Wanna make a bet?” You asked him.

He gave you a suspicious look. “What kind of bet.”

“I bet I can make Joel laugh.”

Tommy laughed again just as loud as the first time. And then pursed his lips and nodded to your left. When you looked over Joel was about 10 yards away because of course he was. There was a very high chance he heard you and now you were sure you would never get him to laugh. Beside him was a teenage girl.

“Have you met Ellie?” He asked.

“No I have not.” You replied. Then Tommy waved them over. You looked at the girl, completely ignoring Joel. “You must be Ellie then?”

“Sure am!” She said, then you introduced yourself.

“Okay enough, we gotta go.” Joel said and started to walk away. Before he turned around to call Ellie she gave you a shit eating grin and stood up on her tip toes. You leant down so she could whisper in your ear.

“I’ll show you my No Pun Intended book if you want. It’s gotten him to crack a few times.” Then she gave you a wink and scampered away after Joel. You smiled.

Then your focus was shifted back towards the gates as they opened up. You swallowed, nervous to leave. But you sucked up your hesitation because you had to and followed Tommy out into the wilderness.

He eventually led you to a clearing. Then we walked about 30 yards out and placed three bottles on the grass.

“Oh come on! You can move em further back! Anybody could shoot those.” He complied and moved them another 20 yards back. Once he was out of the way you lined the rifle up, clicked the safety and took a deep breath. Finger pulls the trigger, recoil hits your shoulder, bullet through glass. And again. And again. It was meditation. Breath in, breath out, shot. Time went in slow motion.

You sat back up and looked at Tommy. In the distance he gave you a thumbs up and went to place more bottles further back. You felt like a teenager again in the field shooting target practice. All of a sudden you were back there, smiling, your cousin showing you how to hold a shotgun, where to aim. Lost in your memories you almost didn’t hear a branch snap behind you. You spun around quickly with your rifle raised. Once you saw it was Joel you dropped the gun.

“For fucks sake Joel don’t go sneakin up on people like that. I was one second away from pulling the trigger.”

“That one second of hesitation will get you killed.” Joel said

“Not the point Joel.” You retorted.

“You don’t shoot right.”

You gave him a nasty look and said “then why didn’t I miss.”

“Luck.” He stated. Who did he think he was sneaking up on you and then telling you you were a bad shot.

“If I’m so lucky why the fuck am I stuck talking to you?”

Before Joel could get another quip in Tommy let out a whistle signaling you to shoot again. You resumed your shooting position all the while incredibly aware of Joel's presence. You knew he was scrutinizing your every movement so you went thtough the motions as perfectly as you could. Deep breath in, deep breath out, pull the trigger. But at the last second you twitched and the shot went low, hitting the ground before it could reach the bottle. You cursed under your breath.

“I told you.” Was all Joel said.

Fuck him and his stupid honeyed voice and his syupid eyes that you had a feeling had been trained partially on your ass while you were laying down. A man could be as stoic as he wanted but there was no hiding that look of being caught checking someone out.

“Well maybe if you weren’t staring at my ass I could concentrate.” You said annoyed.

“Gotta learn to shoot with distractions darlin’.”

“I ain’t your darlin’.” You huffed. You wanted to give him a go and show him what a real distraction was. With a newfound need to prove him wrong you straightened out, another breath, another shot, hit, broken glass. No time to relish in your glory, you still had two more bottles to hit. Joel coughed, spooking you just enough to ruin your alignment so you had to shift to get aimed properly again.

Apparently it was taking too long because Joel said, “What are you waiting for? You won't have time to set…”

You shot before he could finish his sentence, taking out the remaining bottles with two quick shots. You turned towards him and kept your expression neutral.

“Sorry, were you saying something?” You asked

“My turn.” He gestured for you to move, layed down on the ground and then signaled Tommy to place more bottles. Much to your chagrin Tommy had only brought six bottles, all of which were shattered in the grass. You told Joel as much. He was struggling to get back up.

“Gotta get up faster than that if you wanna survive out there bud,” you said mockingly. He looked angry, a bull to the matador you were embodying. Thankfully Tommy showed up before either of you started throwing haymakers.

“Good work kid.” He said. You smiled and shook his outstretched hand. “That's bout all I need you for today. You know the way back?”

“Yessir.” You gave the men a two fingered salute and got back on the horse. From there you headed into Jackson. You were annoyed you’d missed a shot. Missing meant life or death. As aggravated as you were with Joel you knew he was right. One mistake could cost your life or someone else’s life, you knew it all too well.

/ / /

Your anger had only festered by the time you got back to your house. You slammed the door shut, stomped over to the kitchen and threw cabinets open looking to see if there was any alcohol. Of course there wasn’t, it had probably been looted years ago. You thought of trying to make moonshine but you didn’t have any apparatus to actually make it so you were shit outta luck on that one. It looked like your only option was the Tipsy Bison even though the booze was watered down. So you went back to the foyer and jerked open the door. You jumped back in surprise. Joel was standing there, fist up ready to knock.

“What do you want Joel?” You asked annoyed.

“You got quite the mouth on you girl, ya know that?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms and started tapping your foot.

“I’m here to put you in your place.”

“My place?”

“Yes. Ain’t nobody gon talk to me the way you been talking to me. Bein a wiseass and all.”

You laughed. “What are you gonna do bud? Punish me?”

He stepped into your house, now towering over you. “I bet you would like that wouldn’tcha sweetheart.”

“I think you would too.” Then his lips were on yours, forceful and harsh. He kicked the door shut while he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and placed his other on your hip. Fuck was he a good kisser. He kissed like a man starved, not a boy kissing you because he had nothing better to do. This was full of want, full of greed. Joel’s kiss was like the first bite into the first peach of the summer, addictive.

You threaded your fingers through his curls, grasping onto them to keep you anchored to earth, who knows where you would float off to if you didn’t. He pulled his lips away from yours and stared down at you.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“We’ll see.” That earned you a smack on the ass. Then he grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him.

“I didn’t like that answer.”

“Yessir. I’ll be a good girl.” He smirked and pushed you into the kitchen. Once you were backed up against the counter his lips were back on yours and just as strong as they were before. You moaned into the kiss and then he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You fought back with yours. A war for the ages, fighting just to fight, after all you knew you were going to lose. You wanted to lose, to lose control, to lose your mind, you didn’t need to fight so hard. When you stopped pushing your tongue against his he knew he had you. Then he looked at you again, really looked at you. Seeing if you wanted this as badly as he did, making sure you were on the same page.

“Keep going Joel. Please.” He nodded.

“There’s my good girl using her manners.” And then he was unbuttoning your jeans. The forcefulness at which he did it made it seem like he was going to rip the button right off and break the zipper. Then he yanked them down with your underwear over your ass and past your knees. You stepped out of them. There lay a puddle of blue on the floor.

Joel nudged your legs apart and palmed your breasts. You could feel his hard cock pressed against you. You reached around to palm him through his jeans. He let out the quietest moan. Barely audible over your gasps as he trailed one hand down towards your needy cunt. Then he was dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness.

“I bet you’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Yes.” You breathed out, so lost in the feeling you could barely talk.

“Yes what.” Then he pressed a finger hard against your clit. This made you squirm.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” You were moaning loudly now. He removed his fingers and spun you around. Chest pressed against the counter, ass sticking out. Then he slapped your ass again. Not hard enough to leave a handprint but pretty damn close, like he was testing the waters, seeing how much you could take. When you moaned with the slap he did it again, harder this time. Joel removed his hands to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He barely pulled them down, just enough to free his aching dick. You wanted to turn around to see it but he wouldn’t let you. Then all of a sudden he was pushing into you. It hurt but in a good way. It had been a while since you’d had sex and he felt huge. You arched your back and tried to get him to push in further.

“Patience girl, don’t wanna break ya.” He offered as an explanation for why he was going so slow.

“You’re not gonna break me.” You said through gritted teeth. Then he was pushing in even further. In and out slowly, you knew it wasn’t the whole thing yet. You were whining. “Please sir, more!”

With this he finally bottomed out. You felt so full, he was hitting against your cervix. He was so big you could feel him in your stomach, you were gonna be hurting later, that was for sure. Joel grabbed your throat and started pummeling into you. He lost himself in you, fucking you like he had to do it in order to survive. Your mind went blank. All your senses were screaming Joel Joel Joel. It was hard and fast, the noises from your mouths and where your bodies were connected was obscene. Your cunt was swallowing him, squeezing him. Joel’s hand reached around again and started toying with your clit.

“I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing my cock so good.”

“I am sir. So close.” You stuttered. With two more hard thrusts and him pinching your clit you were coming. You were so blissed out as he fucked you through your high. Everything went white. It felt like you were standing knee deep in the purest white snow, sunlight reflecting off of it. A few more pumps and he pulled out, releasing his seed all over your ass. He stood there for a moment admiring the sight, you bent over with his cum dripping down your ass. Once he took a mental picture he stepped back.

Joel tucked his dick back into his jeans, kissed you on the cheek and then left without saying a word. You were so fucked out that you didn’t even notice that he didn’t help you clean up. Once you regained your composure you waddled to get a towel, cleaned yourself up and changed into sleep clothes.

[gatorlovebot]

Looove love love prettyboy!Ghost. He's so skittish about showing you his face, so closed off and avoidant like he's an animal that doesn't wanna be approached that you end up convincing yourself he'll be so ugly. You obviously don't ever mention it to him, but in your head you imagine him disfigured beyond recognition, prepare yourself to find him faceless (noseless, lipless or anything alike) and still love him deeply, unconditionally, regardless of how far his appearance may be from what people imagine when they think about a man.

Can you imagine having him let you see his face for the first time (schooling yourself to have absolutely no reaction other than enamourment when he shows you his face, no matter how far away from a normal face it may be) and finding out he has the face of a Hollywood star? I can totally imagine yourself snorting -cause like how is it not funny??? That this dumbass conditioned you to expect the absolute fucking worst when all this time he had a face cut from stars???- and the chaos that ensues because obviously you laughed at his face

Anyways I'm sorry I got carried away I think you can imagine the rest

hi nonnie, i am in love with pretty boy ghost too! but i am unfortunately a proud member of the cocky ghost fan club. that man thinks he's hot shit most of the time. but i do think he does have some hangups about his physical appearance, especially when it comes to a significant other. his face is somewhat a representation of his Trauma and it can make him a little on edge with you. but i like to imagine him taking his mask off way early on in the relationship as sort of a test to see how you react. i think the laughing bit is very funny because if he took his mask off and was as fine as i imagine him to be? i would be fucking nervous giggling! and the rotten little dickhead would of course take offense to that, grumbling to himself before you make grabby hands at him to kiss all over his pretty face <3

[minheelovelee]

Losing your Virginities - K

Warnings: Virgin!Keum x Virgin!Reader. Femme. Afab.

- all-around perfect guy. Really inexperienced when it comes to sexual interactions.

- likes siting in bed w/ you, making out, and watching a stupid show. takes it too far one day and fucks you while watching Bluey or something.

- has you sitting between his legs while he’s against the headboard. runs his hands up and down your sides. it’s soothing to him, you’re like a fidget toy.

- rests his chin on your shoulder too. when he looks at you, he remembers how hot his gf is. so lucky.

- tucks your hair behind your ear and plants a couple kisses down your neck. he finds his place back on your shoulder.

- he’s kissing the skin there and remembers something funny he can do. He wraps his lips around a section of skin, sucking and biting. He licks up his saliva and gives it a kiss.

- the skin is too tough to leave a good hickey, so he moves up your neck. Again he sucks on the skin and leaves you some cute bite marks behind.

- when you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll just giggle at you. “Kissin’ you.” Baby, that’s not a kiss. He goes back to doing what he was before.

- then he remembered another funny thing he can do. he lets his hands slide up your shirt. Your tummy feels warm compared to his hands. he makes his way to your tits and gives the a squeeze.

- ask him what he’s doing again. He’ll probably say “Givin’ you a hug.” Baby, that’s not a hug.

- he remembers one more funny thing he can do. his hands trail down to the waist band of your shorts. he traces along it and pulls the drawstring undone, playing with it for a few moments.

- he moves his hands to your thighs, rubbing them over your shorts. His head peaks around your shoulder, trying to get your attention. “baby.”

- “yeah?”

- “can i touch you?” wow.

- “you’re already touchin’ me, silly.” he gets nervous when you start to play hard to get.

- “no. i wanna make you feel good.” immediately soaked.

- “you make me feel good everyday, baby.” he was confident at first, but now he’s terrified.

- “fuck. can i finger you?”

- “baby, why didn’t you just ask that in the first place? go for it.” he’s annoyed. he still gives you a kiss on the cheek.

- “keep watchin’ your show y/n. don’t let me bother you. this is for me.” he’s really curious. also wants to make you feel reallyyyyy nice.

- he slips his fingers under your shorts and pushes them down. they stop at your knees, he pulls them off the rest of the way.

- his hands go back up to your chest. he pulls your top above your breasts, letting it sit on the shelf. from the back, he unhooks your bra.

- wrapping around again, his hands find their way to your nipples. They start pitching and rubbing, trying to get a reaction. You pretend to be enthralled in your show. Really, you’re clenching your hole trying to get any stimulation.

- after his fill of boobs, he moves on to your covered pussy. he snaps the waistband once, to get your attention. when you look back at him, he smiles. he’s really in love <3

- with a kiss on your shoulder, he spreads your legs open, exposing the wet patch beneath your hole. “Oh?” he reaches down to feel you.

- “i can see how wet you are from here.” he wants to tease you too, if things are too serious, he’ll probably get too nervous and back out.

- he lifts your hips once again to shove your panties down. This time just leaving them around your knees.

- he’s got you spread open butterfly style, with the soles of your feet touching. He wants full access to you.

- his fingers trail up your thighs and stop before they reach where you need him most. Then they find the source of your wetness and cover themselves in it.

- by now, you can feel how hard he is on your back. he makes cute gasps in your ear as he continues. the fact that you’re this wet for him makes him so happy.

- he trails up and down between your lips, feeling how soft you are. when his confidence builds up a bit, he stops above your clit and presses down.

- when you make a cute sound for him, he sees what this is all about. making your partner feel good is the best part of a relationship.

- letting up on the pressure, he starts to make small circles. “whatcha think, baby? Feel good?” his ego swells when you nod quickly.

- gathering a bit more wetness, he moves his fingers directly on your clit, starting a similar motion with the lightest pressure. your hips jerk a bit and you turn your face away.

- he uses his other hand that was on your hip to turn your face forward. “either watch your show or watch me touch you. don’t act all shy.” he knows what combination of words will have you feeling neediest.

- he presses down harder and occupies himself with your neck once again. “donghyun…” he halts his movements. “what’s up, baby?”

- “inside, please.” he’s sitting down but still feels dizzy. “m’kay, sweetie.” he finally reaches down to your hole and slips one wet finger in. it doesn’t stretch you, it fits perfectly. he wonders if he’ll be able to fit his cock inside you.

- when that finger is inside you completely, he adds another. This time, he feels a little resistance. “oh god, you’re so small. you touch yourself like this when i’m not around?”

- “donghyun…” he laughs. you’re only pretending to be shy to avoid getting embarrassed. “baby you can tell me. look what we’re doin’ right now.” your smile reminds him why he’s doing this for you. he’s really in love.

- not getting a response, he starts moving his fingers inside you. He crooks them upward, traveling along your walls. your whimpers make him push you further.

- he pushes those fingers against the roof of your pussy, feeling around for whatever it is he’s supposed to find. he’s pretty convinced that he found the special spot inside you. it felt rough. the rest of your pussy felt soft like the inside of his cheek.

- he tests the waters with that spot. Thrusting his fingers in and up, grazing it. you gasp and grab onto his shorts. that was enough encouragement to keep going.

- he kept up that motion. the palm of his hand laid flat against the top of your pussy, rubbing your clit as he moved. he didn’t even do that part on purpose. it just felt natural. you’re thankful for his advanced primal instincts.

- “that making you feel good? like these fingers inside you?” he’s so embarrassing. “yeah. yeah, like it a lot hyun. i feel it in my tummy.” he moves his hand up to your stomach.

- “right here?” he pushes down a little and realizes he can feel himself inside you. “oh fuck, baby. i really hope you can come for me like this. i gotta fuck you, too.”

- he keeps up his work, letting the drag of his fingers and hand take you to the edge. you really start moaning for him when you’re close.

- “hyunnie. im gonna. im close.” he quickens the pace and increases the pressure. “do it, honey. i want it more than anything.”

- when you finish on his fingers, he can’t believe the squeezing of your walls. if his cock was inside you, he would have came instantly. + if you squirt for him. he would love up on you so hard. couldn’t even fuck you bc he came in his shorts.

- “im goin’ down on your next time. i wanna taste you, bad.” you take his hand, use it to gather your cum, and bring it to his mouth “go ahead”. he fell in love. even more. definitely sucked on his own fingers.

- “please, can i fuck you, sweetie? lemme feel you like that on my cock instead.” you nod in agreement “do you have a condom?” of course he does. he’s BEEN wanting to frick.

- he’d retrieve the condom from his wallet. when putting it on, he gets it right on the first try. 10/10

- he’d like to do all the work for you once again, so he lays you down on your back. he’ll bend you at the knee and spread your legs open. you still had your shirt and bra on, so he threw them to the floor along with his own clothing.

- he braces himself before going inside. holding into your thighs and getting his cock wet with your juices before committing to the act. he’s hard as a rock, so he doesn’t want to slip the tip in and shoot ropes right away.

- when he’s ready, he might hold your hand. “ready for me, lovey?” use your words and tell him you want it <3

- when he presses the tip against your hole, reality hits him. he can’t believe this is happening. “oh my fucking god, baby. thank you so much. love everything about you. especially this fucking pussy.” he’s gonna talk his way through it. has to let you know what he’s thinking.

- halts movement when you whimper. gotta check up on you to make sure you’re okay. <3 when he’s feeling confident again, he’ll pin your hips down and fuck into you like he’s always wanted.

- doesn’t have the patience to let you adjust to his size. he’s not big so you’re fine.

- you know what they say about dancers? they have the best dick game. bro has alpha-level stroke. he’s so good. any angle, he finds a way to position himself so he can make sure you feel his cock everywhere.

- loves the way your tits bounce. he gets hypnotized by them i think. he leans down so your chests touch. he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, lift you up a bit, and start fuckin into you again.

- why is he so good? idk. i think he watched a lot of pr*n during a dark time in his life. he learned a thing or two.

- tells you that he loves you a few times. you cant forget. <3 when he starts feeling that tingling in his tip, he lets his thumb swipe across your clit.

- you gotta be so sensitive by now. he’s touched every part on your body that could bring you even the slightest please. When he touches your clit again, you cry out. he knows you gotta be hurting, but he’s so close. He snaps his hips harder and quicker.

- “‘m so fucking close. gonna cum.”

- “fuck, hyunnie. me too.”

- he gets so excited when you say that. he really wants to feel you squeeze him in. so he dips his head down and takes your nipple into his mouth. loves the way you squeal when he does that.

- a few more swipes up and down on your little bud do the trick. youre squirming and whining under him while you gush over his cock.

- he finally gets to feel what he was chasing. when those warm walls start fluttering on him, he immediately cums.

- holds himself deep inside you for a minute. takes a little time to kiss your face and tell you how amazing you are.

- after he pulls out, he’ll get clean clothes for the both of you. wants to tuck you into bed too. he’ll lay by you and tell you everything he liked about sex. he feels like a changed man.

- TLDR: he’s so sweet but likes to make you feel a little embarrassed. fucks really good and knows what spots are gonna make you feel nice.

- couldn’t have asked for a better first time<3 so cute

[sho-minamimoto]

Bunch of scattered/unorganized Yellowjackets thoughts (spoilers)

- could not choose between shauna and misty as my faves throughout season 1 but Lottie and Nat really got me in season 2 as well… there’s so many good characters auugghg

- i have NO clue what the heck’s going on with taissa and where her characters going im absolutely stumped. The heck’s up with that man with no eyes I wanna know!!! It feels like they’re building up to something really slowly and taking their time with it

- finding out the woman who directed Jennifer’s Body is an executive producer on the show was really funny that makes so much sense.

- is van going to miraculously survive her cancer bc of how Lottie said the wilderness is pleased with their sacrifice (of nat) and implied how it’s going to reward them?? Since they had a close up of vans reaction to Lottie saying that I feel like that might be a thing that could happen but not sure what else

- Travis is fucking insufferable in season one (thankfully eased up in ssn 2) but I still couldn’t fully hate him bc of his siblingisms with Javi I’m so simple when it comes to siblings LOL… his reaction to seeing Javi’s frozen corpse absolutely wrecked me. And him taking a bite out of his raw heart my god I was FLOORED

- I get why people dislike Misty’s thing with Walter but I can’t bring myself to hate it I want misty to have nice things and a happy freak4freak relationship truly is what she deserves. The perfect ending though would be if both of them find out they’re gay and become wlw/mlm Reddit true crime solidarity. But I can also see them getting split pretty quickly bc of misty dealing with accidentally killing nat

- I absolutely adore the misdirection with some plot threads for example the whole mystery with Travis in season 1 felt like it was building up to a reveal of sorts like who really killed him and why?? What did they want?? Only to find out super early on in season 2 that his death was an accident (but in essence Kind of a suicide) and when Lottie recounts it nat calls bullshit and I called bullshit too bc I thought there was more going on but the more the 96 plotline plays out the clearer it becomes that that really was what happened… like we don’t know the full story of what happened in the wilderness but you can broadly fill in gaps. But it’s still a different thing entirely seeing what actually happened and it recontextualizing everything in the adult timeline you’ve seen prior… there’s no conspiracy Travis wasn’t murdered and all these characters are just haunted to such an extent that becomes clearer and clearer as the show continues

- Did Not care for Kevyn Tan idc that he used to be a goth kid in love with nat he revoked that card when he became a cop and didn’t do anything to stop jay/whatever the fuck that guys name was from preying on Callie… I laughed so hard when he suddenly died completely unceremoniously not gonna lie. I loved it. Wish they killed off that other cop too though

- love coach Scott’s fuck em kids move at the end I was not seeing that coming at all but I was delighted. Gay trying to do the mass burying

- I hope Mari isn’t pit girl simply because she’s so funny she’s such a fucking hater I love her

- am really curious how the rest of the show’s going to pan out over its projected 5 seasons I think the story is a slow burn overall but with a 5 season plan that feels really purposeful… like so far only 2 people have been Eated, one simply by circumstance and the other left to die in a passive way and we’ve yet to reach a point where they actively murder someone With Intent to kill and eat and the escalation to it has been very gradual

- I saw a lot of people complain about season 2s pacing but I felt like it was. Fine? I only started watching the show a few days after the season finale ended so I didn’t wait a week between episodes so it might be one of those things where the pacing issues are lessened when watched back to back but idk

- Doesn’t taissa have senator duties to attend to or something girl has so much to answer to when she gets home from the Lottie cult misadventures

- Also her assistants car is still just kind of out there ?? Left on the side of a ditch?? Girl

- I read in an interview that originally Nat’s dream realm scene in the plane while she’s dying was going to have javi and young nat laughing mockingly to adult nat while she breaks down crying THATS FUCKING INSANE????? GOOD LORD. it didn’t make the cut and part of me wishes it did but also I’m kind of glad it didn’t bc that would’ve been. A Lot. But holy fuck

- I know the likelihood of coach Scott getting hunted and eaten is extremely high but I hope he can last another season at least. He’ll probably be hiding for dear life from the girls who Definitely want him dead now for that stunt he pulled (if they figure out it was his doing to begin with)

- I want to give Lottie a hug

- Jeff is so fucking funny I love a good wife guy. He’s so ride or die for shauna it rules. I want to see more interactions of him and Callie also I found the scene where he tells her abt the wilderness baby heartbreaking but also really sweet…

- It’s wild how much time left there still is before they get rescued how in the hell are these girls going to stay warm for the rest of the winter?? Though now that I think about it since nat knows about it there might be a more active effort to find Javi’s shelter. Or maybe find others similar to it? The impression I got from the pit girl scene was that they split up into smaller groups in different directions (bc of the different symbols hung on different trees) but I may be wrong on that one

- When spring/summer rolls back around and game starts showing up again are they going to be like “ok cool we can go back to being normal humans let’s just never talk about our winter activities again ok.”

- More Caligula next season please

[borathae]

OMGMGM MY GIRLLL I AM SO !!!!

Did I just spend 30 minutes trying to decide what to reblog for my review? Yes. No, no idea what you're talking about. F Tumblr for forcing you to separate the story in 2 parts 😤

IT STILL PISSES ME OFF SO FUCKING BAD YOU HAVE NO IDEA 😡

I was so happy to see Queendom! Tae again! I know he is not the focus of the story but I cannot not talk about him! You already know that the Queendom serie was my introduction to your blog and that JK's part was the first I read, well Tae's was the second! So it kind of throw me back to the time I discovered your blog and you had no idea I existed cause you know talking to new cool people is scary 🥺

aaah!!! it always makes me so excited to read about how people found my stories!! this is actually so great!! also listen. queendom!Tae is why this series even exists, I saw a random fanart which inspired me and now we are here <3 he will always be special to me <3

I was so happy to see that Tae has adjusted to his new living place so well! And his relationship with Hoseok is so cute! I love that when Hobi barged in his room Tae first looked at him to make sure he was okay and then he looked at the flyers.

THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!

He did let his insecurities get to him for a moment but I think it's a very normal reaction since he is already far away from his home he doesn't want to loose more tie to his childhood and Hoseok is the biggest one he can loose at the moment.

yes gosh :(( poor boy, I probably would have been sad as well in his situation :( I also love that they talked about it <3 my healthy kings <3

To be honest, at that moment of the story I thought that the school was in another city all together but when later it was said that the school was in the same city, I was like "Guys .... that was a little bit a dramatic reaction you had there" 😂

BAHHAHAHAHHAH THIS IS SO TRUE THOUGH AHAHHAHA they're so dramatic and for what?? HAHHAHAHA

But I loved how supportive the royal family is! The Queen herself ended up involving the whole court in support and that was so heartwarming!

I feel like this Queendom is just filled with kind people (except the rude students) like I love the Queen, she is such a legend <3

I also noted that the magic they discuss about when going to the librairie is kinda futile, it's more aesthetic related than anything else and it show the place they have at the court at the moment. They don't seem really involved in the politics and diplomacy of the court

ooooh I love this take!! it's definitely true 👀 I feel like the magic rn is more needed to heal and grow food and help people with their problems rather than to use it for fighting. However I wanna say (because I love talking lore) I think if war should ever happen, magic would have to become more involved OR OMG IMAGINE THE COURTS WANT MAGIC TO BE INVOLVED BE THE WITCHES SAY NO WE'LL STAY NEUTRAL IN THESE WARS LIKE!!!

but the Princess reaction to Hoseok's dream show that she is involved in this world. She is supportive but she still make sure Hoseok knows it's going to be difficult. She is the realist and Tae is the dreamer in their relationship but by their interactions with each other you can see it works well for their couple!

100% I agree this is so them!! she definitely has a more "realistic" view of the world while he is a dreamer. I would wanna say it's becuase she was raised to be a leader one day while he was raised to be a good husband, so he was always more involved in mastering arts, languages etc. while she had to learn about politics GOSH I LOVE LORE

I like Mistress Qela, for some reason she reminds me of Professor McGonagall! I'm not sure why but I had to say it x)

oooh I love this <3 honestly Mistress Qela is such a slay I love her <3

Hobi and Tae's arrival at the tower was really funny, not because Hoseok was nervous but because you describe a beautiful place and Tae is just there commenting on the windows 😂 I'm glad he still find joy in such mundane thing, it's really endearing!

lmoaoaooa Tae has his priorities sorted the FUCK OUT HAHAHAH

You didn't trick me with the old woman scheme! The moment she appeared in the fic I was like "wait a minute 🤔" because I knew you said you took most name from elden ring but Selen is a variante of Selene the name of the first goddess of the Moon in Greek mythology before Artemis takes her place and if there is one trick the greek gods like to play it's the old person in need of help! So I was like, it's either Selen in disguise (very probable) or one of the other teachers! And I was right!! I cheered when she revealed the trick in front of the whole class!

I love when you involved history I AM SO HAPPY RN BECAUSE THIS IS SUCH A SECRET HINT I GAVE YOU AND YOU GOT IT!!!

Speaking of Selen, she gives me big teacher vibe! Like how a teacher is supposed to be, compassionate, caring and who inspire respect by their behaviour and actions. I don't know if you played Hogwart Legacy but she reminds me of Professor Weasley!

yes yes yes!! I love her so much!! she is so accepting!! istfg I love her. I never played Hogwarts Legacy though hehe

Also I expected some staffs, applicants and students to be rude but it still rub me the wrong way when it happened ... Leave my sunshine alone you nasty people!

FOR REAL LIKE HE IS JUST A LIL POOKIE >:(

I love OC though! It feel a bit weird to talk about her for the first time this late in a review but she is so nice and accepting! Even with only one interaction it's easy to say they will go well with each other!

yes gosh :( I love her too :( she is such a pookie too :(

I know I shouldn't have but the interview between Selen and Hoseok made me laugh and I felt a bit guilty because poor baby was in panic and sure he messed up but I mean, at least he made an impression? Also from Hoseok finding her words familiar, and her line "something important you say", you can guess she already know who he is and why he is sweaty during his interview! Poor baby though he was so sad and I was feeling so bad for him. I was so happy when he got his letter of acceptance! And everyone in that castle is so sweet, they all celebrated his achievement together!

hahaha he was so chaotic during the interview fdajfjs while Selen was all like "I already know that you're in, don't worry" ahahhaha

Selen's line "someone had to have the first hangover" made me laugh so hard! Just imagine that poor person, hurting and confused because the alcohol was really good but you wake up with the worst headache and now I wonder how alcohol became popular? Like why drink something that hurts you? But then I remembered that I drink and I had bad hangovers but I still drink so I probably answered my own question 😂

felt FASJDFJA this was me when I had my huge wine hangover. I swore to never drink again. yeah nah, I'm still drinking wine sometimes JFADSHAH

At first I thought Ciri and Cintra might be a reference to the witcher universe but Sorceress Ciri is mean to Hobi later on and I unilateraly decided it wasn't because my baby angel wouldn't be mean to Hobi just because he is a man who try his best to fullfill his dream. 😡

I must confess that I actually got the names from the witcher universe (I love you for getting it <3) BUT Ciri is definitely NOT inspired by our pookie because she could never 😡 she would definitely support him (and get in trouble with the teachers fjadjfj)

The relationship between OC and Hoseok at the end of part 1 is so cute but so frustrating! Hoseok saying to Taehyung that OC is not interested when she invited him to spend time with her already!

LIKE WAKE UP AND MAKE OUT!! (you get me? not wake up and break up but wake up and make out JFJADFJ)

Hoseok struggling with his magic is so sad but seeing how OC encourage and motivate him is really heart warming!!

she is such special and important to me :(

I'm stopping here and I'll review the part 2 in the part é reblog because I don't like not having the source material attached to my review! It will be shorter than this though but you'll have my global impression too! 💜💜💜

SERIOUSLY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REVIEW!! AND FOR GOING INTO DETAIL ABOUT EVERYTHING AND WRITING IT AND GOSH :( I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH!! 💜💜💜

“Being a sorcerer has always been Hoseok’s dream. So when a well-known and powerful sorceress sends out letters informing the young minds of the city of an upcoming position as her apprentice, Hoseok takes fate into his own hands and applies. The only problem is that learning the arts of magic is reserved for women. He is convinced however that hard work and effort can charm the sorceress’ heart and get him the position.”

Pairing: Magic Student!Hoseok x Magic Student!Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Magic School!AU, s2f2potential lovers!AU, Romance

Warnings: lots of plot, 90% of this is written from Hoseok’s POV, Queendom!Tae being the bestest friend, they’re both so adorable, the students are mean to him at first :(, except for reader heheh she is a sweetheart <3, also idk if this is important but i got inspired by Elden Ring as far as some names are concerned istfg best game <3, this will have a second part where reader’s pov plays a bigger part and the romance is gonna be bigger as well <3, for now this story is very magic & Hobi’s journey to magic centered, but also some romantic tension is present as well hngngn, istfg i love this universe

Wordcount: 17.8k of 24.3k

✴ Part One of Two ✴

Hoseok stumbles into Taehyung’s room without knocking. The young prince startles slightly, gasping in surprise.

“Tae! Tae, I have news!” Hoseok calls out and stumbles to his friend.

“What is it? Are you feeling alright?” Taehyung asks. 

He was in the midst of painting with some tea for sipping on the side, when Hoseok interrupted him. The latter lets himself fall down on the chair next to Taehyung, taking out a flyer from his chest pocket. He slams it on the table, looking at Taehyung excitedly.

Taehyung scans his eyes over his friend first. His long white hair is ruffled as if he ran quite some distance. His chest is heaving up and down quickly and his flushed face carries a thin layer of sweat. So he really must have been running.

Taehyung looks at the flyer next. It is of yellowish paper with purple ink soaking the fibres. The message is rather short. Short, but effective. 

New Apprentices Wanted. Come to Sorceress Selen’s tower if interested.

“Oh? The sorceress seeks an apprentice?” 

“Yes, indeed she does. Do you have an idea what that means?” 

Taehyung furrows his brows in thought.

“Perhaps that there will be a new sorceress soon?” 

“A new sorcerer you mean.”

Taehyung widens his eyes, gawking at Hoseok.

“Yes”, Hoseok says and nods his head excitedly, “I am going to become her apprentice.”

“Are you having a jest with me?” 

“I am not. I will go to her tower and prove to her that I am fitting for a magical student.”

“But…you are a boy. No boy ever learned magic before.”

“This isn’t true. There are sorcerers.”

“Yes, perhaps in faraway lands but not here.”

“Well, then I am going to be the first one from these lands”, Hoseok says and grins. 

Taehyung needs a few moments to regain his thoughts. Such news are of great surprise to him. He knew of Hoseok’s wishes to learn magic, but to truly have him act on them is shocking. No boy has ever tried what he wants to try. Oh, Taehyung is truly flabbergasted by his friend’s plan.

“But what about your life here? At court? As my lord-in-waiting?” Taehyung asks.

Hoseok falters.

“Do you not want to be my lord of court anymore?” Taehyung asks and pouts sadly. 

Hoseok lowers his eyes, “but my dreams”, he whispers.

“Is it your really dream to become a sorcerer?”

“It always has been. You know that it has.”

“You always talked about moving the stars one day. Even when we were just little.” 

“Exactly. Oh Tae”, Hoseok takes Taehyung’s hands, “I know I sound as if I have lost my mind, but I truly think that I could convince her to take me as her apprentice. I want to take this chance, perhaps there won’t ever be another like it.”

“And if you do and she agrees, you won’t forget me, will you?” Taehyung asks with great insecurity on his features.

“Of course I won’t. Oh Tae, why would you even worry about such things? You are my best friend. No, you are more than that. You are my brother and I won’t ever forget you.”

Taehyung smiles shyly, “that is so good to hear. I want you to accomplish your dreams. My dream has always been to paint and write poetry and sing songs and these days, I can do all these things and more. It would be unfair of me to stop you from achieving your dreams. Forgive me for my initial distaste.”

“No do not apologise, I understand your grievances. I will miss my life here. I love being your lord of court.”

“I love it as well. I love our conversations in the orange gardens and sharing chocolates after dinner”, Taehyung says and giggles.

Hoseok giggles as well, nodding his head in agreement.

“And swimming in the lagoons”, he says to which Taehyung agrees with a scrunch of his nose.

Their laughter dies down naturally. Hoseok lets out a loud sigh, sagging his shoulders.

“Maybe nothing will change in the end. Oh Tae, I am terribly nervous. What if the sorceress refuses to even hear me out?”

“I am sure that you will do great. We could practice your speech together.”

“You would really help me? I do not know where to start or what I need.”

“Yes, that is true. Me neither”, Taehyung says and tilts his head to the side. He scratches his chin. Suddenly his eyes light up.

“What did you think of?” Hoseok asks excitedly.

“Shall we look in the library? Perhaps we could ask Mistress Qela if she knows how to write applications”, Taehyung suggests.

“Yes, what a wonderful idea. We should go this instance.”

The two young men leave Taehyung’s recreation room, chatting about the endless possibilities once Hoseok mastered magic. They talk about making flowers with his fingers and giving oranges a sweeter taste. They dream about making pretty shells appear on shore and of Taehyung’s paints never running out again. All the great, revolutionary spells they do not speak for their minds never wandered there.

Mistress Qela is sitting by her desk, surrounded by scriptures and books and with her silver haired cat keeping her company.

“Mistress Qela?”

The elderly dwarf lifts her head upon being called. She fixes the reading glasses perched atop her nose and places her writing feather aside.

“Young prince Taehyung”, she says, standing up to bow at him.

“Please stay comfortable.”

Despite his words, she finishes her bow before sitting down again. She runs her eyes over the young prince first, then his young servant by his side.

“What brings you here, Sire?”

“Show him the letter, Hoseok.”

Hoseok takes out the flyer and places it on the table. Mistress Qela scoots to the edge of her seat and begins reading with a loud clear of her throat. She is running her fingers through her greying beard as she does, keeping her bushy brows furrowed.

“It seems that the sorceress Selen is seeking new apprentices”, she concludes.

“Yes indeed and Hoseok wants to fill the position, but we do not know how to write an application. Mistress Qela, could you help us?”

The dwarf runs her eyes over the two young men, carrying a stern expression on her face. Seconds pass like this where she stares and they allow her to do so nervously.

“Very well”, she says in the end and slides from her chair, “follow me, young ones. There are books in these halls which will help you”, she says and stomps away. She won’t comment on Hoseok’s dreams for it wasn’t her right to do so. She is aware how possible some impossible dreams are. She herself was called a foolish girl by her tribe for wanting to be become a librarian instead of a miner. She will always offer understanding for the dreams of young people even if others might call them foolish.

The books they seek are on the second floor in a high shelf where a window next to it allows sunlight to enter. Just a few shelves down, there is a desk with chairs and candles for light. It is currently empty.

Mistress Qela points at the shelves which are just out of reach for her.

“You will find what you are looking for here. Do not hesitate to ask me for help however. Have a good read, my young ones”, she says and turns to stomp back to her scriptures.

“Thank you, Mistress Qela!” Hoseok and Taehyung call after her.

Soon the dwarf disappears down the stairs.

“So, where shall we start? Shall we look for books each?” Taehyung suggests.

“Yes, that is a very good idea”, Hoseok agrees.

The young men spend the rest of their day in the library. They read books, scriptures and writings. They compose practice applications and note down new knowledge whenever they stumble upon it. They discuss the important parts and exchange possible phrases to use.

They are so lost in their research, that they do not hear the dinner bell, nor witness when Mistress Qela leaves for her bedchambers. They most definitely would have continued to be lost if Taehyung’s wife, the princess of the Sand Queendom, hadn’t looked for them.

“My darling one?”

Neither Taehyung nor Hoseok hear her and the princess has to try three more times before they finally lift their heads.

“Oh? My darling one”, Taehyung gasps, stumbling from his chair to hurry to her. He takes her hands, guiding them to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

Hoseok is standing as well, bowing his head deeply.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks her.

“I could ask you the same thing. You were missed at dinner and it is way past our bedtime. I was worried.”

“Forgive me, my darling one but I am helping Hoseok with his application”, he says.

“Application?”

He guides her to the desk, showing her what they have been working on. The flyer of the sorceress is also on the desk.

“The sorceress is seeking a new apprentice and Hoseok wants to apply. We spent all day on perfecting his application”, Taehyung explains, “look. What do you think of it?”

The princess looks at Hoseok, ignoring the papers her husband is trying to show her.

“You want to leave your position as lord-in-waiting?” she asks.

“Yes, your highness”, he says, lowering his head in respect, “please forgive the sudden news. I planned on telling you and the Queen tomorrow. Please forgive me.”

“But men are forbidden from learning magic.”

“I know, your highness”, he lowers his head even more, “I thought that I could try. At least. Perhaps it could work.”

“I see”, she says and finally looks at the paper. She sits down where once Taehyung sat and picks up a writing feather, reading through the application. The two men watch her in silence. She nods her head sometimes and fixes mistakes, she also praises some parts whilst correcting others.

“It reads well”, she finishes the letter, “I shall ask mother to write you a letter of recommendation and I believe that with it and this application you will have good chances.”

“What?!” the two man exclaim at the same time.

“You have no problem with his plans?” Taehyung gets out.

“You aren’t angry at me?” Hoseok blurts out.

The princess chuckles, shaking her head.

“Why should I? I know that you dream of being a sorcerer and you are my friend as well. I want to support you”, she says.

“Oh my darling”, Taehyung says and pulls her up just to hug her tightly.

She laughs, accepting it with closed eyes.

“You are truly the most wonderful person”, he says and kisses her cheek.

“You are adorable”, she says.

“Thank you so much, your highness. You do not know how much this means to me”, Hoseok says, bowing so deeply he almost folds himself in half.

“Please do not thank me too soon. We will still have to get you through the part trickiest, which is getting her to even hear you out.”

“But with the Queen’s letter of recommendation it could work, couldn’t it? Oh! I could write one as well. So two people of power speak highly of him. You could write one as well, my darling one.”

“Fine, I shall write one as well. But first, you two need to have your dinner and then get your sleep. You have bodies to nourish besides your research”, she says and begins pushing them away from the desk gently.

The Queen agrees to the letter without hesitation. She is quite taken by the idea that the first sorcerer of these lands could be one of her servants. She tells the court on the same day and soon talk about Hoseok’s dream is heard in every corner of the castle. Excitement is grande. Young master Hoseok will be the first ever sorcerer and Castle Sandrock will be known as his once loving home. So the people talk. The Queen even lets her trusted dressmakers create a most elegant gown for him so he could look his best and offers one of her carriages for him to take to the tower so he didn’t have to sweat through his new dress. One week later, Hoseok has everything he needs for the most compelling application and the day of his attempt can no longer be postponed.

The courtyard is busy with life on his day of leaving – even if he will return by nightfall again, it is after all just a conversation – and the day has been good till now. There were celebrations in the servant wing during breakfast and good cheers in the court room during lunch. Hoseok accepted it with burning cheeks and constant confessions that he feels unworthy of such support. Nobody acknowledged him and the celebrations continued. The Queen and her husband are standing by the carriage. Taehyung and his wife are beside them.

“I shall pray for your success”, the Queen says.

“I believe that you will be successful”, her husband says.

“Thank you so much, your highness. I do not know how to be worthy of such support”, Hoseok says, bowing deeply.

“Just come home with good news.”

“I will, my Queen. At least, I hope I will.”

The Queen laughs fondly, “I am most certain that you will.”

The princess presses a piece of fresh cake into his hands. It is wrapped in a silken handkerchief and still warm from the stone ovens. The faint smell of butter and vanilla comes with it.

“Fresh pearl cake for you”, she says, “I find its sweet taste calms me down in nervous moments. Perhaps it can aid you as well.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok says, bowing in gratitude.

“May the goddesses be with you.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok says, bowing deeper.

Taehyung doesn’t say his goodbyes because he promised to come with Hoseok. The two friends get into the carriage together and accompanied by music and cheers, they leave the courtyard for the tower.

The drive through the city is calm. The day is still young, but life is already busy. The merchants are promoting their fresh goods with loud calls and chants, the seagulls fly high above the painted roofs in search of an easy snack and many people use the sunny morning to get their shopping done. Hoseok doesn’t feel his nerves in the city because he has something to look at and listen to.

The tower of the sorceress is in a calmer area of the city, passed the two inner most walls and at the end of a steep road. It is walled in, but its gates are always open, and consists of not only the high tower but two buildings as well, which are used as housing for magical students and work rooms, as well as a shop which sells magical goods made by the students. Behind the high walls, a luscious garden offers everything the eyes and nose desire. Fruit trees and vegetable beds are always rich with their bearings, offering nourishment to people who might struggle with hunger. Flowers are always in bloom, filling the air with their sweet scents. Old trees offer shade to anyone who might need it and the big fountains offer clear water, which never runs out.

The carriage comes to a stop. Big formations of purple crystal sticks out from the ground, glimmering in the light and on the shop porch cats are napping in the warmth. Glimmering clouds of purple magic traverse the air, giving everyone who might walk through such a cloud a sensation of clarity. 

“It seems that we have arrived”, Taehyung says, studying the tower with wondrous eyes. Magic keeps the garden healthy and rich despite the hot weather and rainless days. The roof and window frames are coated with golden paint, reflecting the light and in the high above chambers purple curtains sway in the breeze.

“This looks beautiful”, he says, “you have windows here as well. Oh and they are so big.”

Hoseok can barely hear his friend’s excited words for he is too occupied with gawking at the stream of excited girls and young women flooding the tower gates with dreams of a brighter future. So many people came today.

Hoseok closes the curtain and gulps.

Taehyung reaches over to pat his knee.

“Nervous?” he asks.

“Frightened. Have you seen all these people? How should I even stand a chance?”

“You stand a chance because you are you and you deserve it.”

“Shall we turn around again? Let us turn around again.”

“No”, Taehyung shakes his head vigorously, “no, you have worked so hard for this. At least try. If it fails, you can say that you tried your best, otherwise you will already have failed.”

Hoseok gives in with a sigh, “you are right. Oh Taehyung, I am so nervous.”

“Don’t be, you will do wonderful in there”, Taehyung assures him and stands up to hug his best friend, “if you get too scared, think of me. I will wait right here outside these walls and think positive things about you.”

Hoseok smiles, “thank you. This makes me feel better.”

“Now go in there and show everyone why you deserve to study magic”, Taehyung says and smiles.

Hoseok frowns in dedication, “I will show everyone, yes I will.”

“That is the spirit! I am cheering for you”, Taehyung says and stays by the carriage while Hoseok leaves for the gates. He waves his friend until the masses swallow him. He releases a sigh of contentment, turning to his guard, “what say you? I saw a small shop filled with art down this road. Do you believe that we have time to visit it?”

“I believe we do, my lord.”

“Very well, then I want to go there.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Hoseok clutches his bag with both hands, trying not the look left and right in fear of seeing the judgemental eyes of others. He can feel them surround him, shrinking him more and more the closer to the tower he gets. He is aware that he is wrong here, but it still hurts to feel it so obviously. Most of the people are too busy with their own nervousness to care however. 

“Leave me alone, you old hag!”

A loud voice calls Hoseok’s attention. An old, clearly weak woman tried to seek support on an arm of one of the women storming into the castle. The latter is slapping her hands away, calling her an “old hag” once again.

Hoseok stops in his steps. None else does. He watches for a few more moments to see if the situation resolves itself. The young woman storms off with her friends, leaving the old woman stranded by the wall. She looks helpless, trying so very hard to pick up herself up, but failing miserably as her own age betrays her. People pass her, but nobody helps.

Hoseok furrows his brows and runs to her.

“Forgive me, do you need help?” he asks, stretching out his hands to her.

The old woman lifts her head slowly, squinting her eyes to see better.

“Oh? Young boy, you come at my lowest times. I walked along these walls before I felt the sugar in my blood sink and now I have also dropped my bags. I cannot get up. Oh, these aren’t good times to see me, young boy.”

Hoseok squats down beside her

“Please, worry not”, he assures her, “may I place my hand on you to support you?”

“Yes, young boy.”

Hoseok does it gently and carefully, rubbing her arm slowly.

“Worry not, we will just sit here for a while until the drowsiness passes”, he says and offers her his waterskin, “please drink something. Clear water, collected just this morning.”

“Oh? Oh goddesses be pleased, thank you”, she accepts it.

Hoseok helps her drink from it. Next he offers her all his pearl cake.

“I couldn’t.”

“Pearl cake. It contains sugars. I wouldn’t want you to lose consciousness.”

“Are you certain, young boy? I have already robbed you of your water, I do not want to steal your food as well.”

“I wish to give this to you. You need it more than I do”, he says and smiles. When she still hesitates, he breaks off a small piece, offering it to her.

“Oh, young boy. You are too good to me”, she says and accepts it. She eats it, chewing it with the little amount of teeth she still has left, “oh it is wonderful. So sweet and very delicate on my teeth”, she says and smiles to show off her gums.

Hoseok laughs fondly, “you have a bright smile.”

“It was brighter in my youth”, she jokes, making him snicker.

“I am sure it was.”

“Thank you, young boy. You can go now if you wish to. I can manage on my own.”

Hoseok however dismisses her with a shake of his head, “I would feel terrible if I left you like this.”

“Oh, young boy you are too good to me.”

Hoseok and the old woman chat until she has finished the pearl cake and water. She tells him how she is on her way home from the market and that she bought all her food for the week. She looks ashamed when she tells him that she began to feel weak, but Hoseok assured her that there was no shame in it and that the days have been exhaustingly hot lately. She agreed with a nod of her head and a curse to the heavens for heating up the earth so much. Then she drifts off and begins telling stories from when she felt better and that she has a barely studied disease the doctors call diabetes. Hoseok asked for more information, but all she could tell him is that she can’t eat too many sweets as this could be dangerous, but also not too little as this would make her faint. He didn’t quite understand it, but she assured him that the doctors didn’t either yet. Then she asks if Hoseok had somewhere to be.

Hoseok looks over his shoulder. The roads are empty. His heart skips a panicked beat. How much time has passed? He looks back at the old woman and her innocent curiosity in her eyes.

“The sorceress’ tower”, he says and sighs in defeat, “I want to apply as her apprentice, but I do not know if this is even a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am a boy.”

“Well, you should still try.”

“You believe so?”

“Yes I really do”, she says and begins standing up with grunts.

“Wait! Let me help”, Hoseok says, stumbling to his feet hastily so he could support her.

“Oh, thank you young boy, thank you. Oh, my old bones aren’t what they used to be. Oh, aging is a curse”, she says and then tries to reach for her bags.

“Please, allow me”, he says, picking them up instead, “where is your home?”

“No, no I couldn’t. You need to go to the tower, not help an old woman carry her food.”

“I couldn’t leave you alone like this. What if the sugar in your blood sinks again?”

“Would you truly do this for an old hag?”

“You aren’t a hag. I wish to help you. Life is easier this way”, he says and offers her his arm to hold on to.

She takes it gladly, pointing west.

“My house is this way. It isn’t big, but it keeps the heat out. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Then we shall walk there together. If you need to take a break, please let me know.”

They leave the tower gate behind in slow steps. Time still passes, but Hoseok can’t think about it right now. He really wants to help this woman, he doesn’t care how long it will take.

“Do you live close by as well, young man?”

“I live in this city, but I’m not from here.”

“You aren’t?”

“No, I come from the Snow Isles.”

“The Snow Isles? Oh this is so far away. What brings you so, so far away from home?”

“My best friend married a woman from here and I followed him.”

“A woman you say?”

“Yes, he was promised to her and I…” Hoseok falters. He doesn’t like to tell people who he really is because most people begin to feel inferior once they do. He doesn’t want people to feel as if they were less than him and so he lies, “…I came with him because he was scared to leave home. He is one year younger than me and we have been best friends since he was only eight months of age.”

“Eight months of age you say? And how old are you now?”

“I am twenty and three of age. He is still twenty and two. We have been here for more than two years now.”

“Oh, then you have known each other for a long time.”

“Yes, we have. He feels like a brother to me. He is still a little naïve sometimes, but his heart is at the right place. He supports me in my dream even if it is foolish.”

“And why is it foolish?”

“Because no boy was ever allowed in this school. We aren’t meant to learn magic.”

“Well, times can change. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, I do agree, but it is also a foolish thing to think.”

“No it isn’t. I do not know you, but I believe in you.”

“Thank you, this means a very lot to me.”

The woman lives quite far from the school. Hoseok doesn’t complain, supporting her until she is sitting safely in her own home. She talks about dizziness again and so Hoseok offers to cook something for her which will raise the sugar in her blood again. She refuses more times than not, talking about how she already stole too much of his time. But he didn’t care. He helped her. He put the food she bought aside and cooked a healthy meal for her. He stayed with her until she ate and then helped her relax her swollen feet. He would have also helped her in setting up her bed, but she managed to send him away before that, stuffing money into his hands for all he did.

“I couldn’t”, he refuses, shaking his head vigorously.

“Take it, please I insist.”

“But, this is your money. I couldn’t take it.”

“I wish to give this to you. The only thing I need from you is your name so I can include you in my prayers from now on.”

“Hoseok. My name is Hoseok, but please keep your money.”

“Hoseok”, she smiles, “I shall remember your name, Hoseok”, she says and pulls her hands away so he can’t attempt to place the money back into them.

Hoseok gives up with a sigh, bowing deeply.

“Thank you, I will spend the money well”, he lies, “perhaps we will see each other again. I will pray for your health as well.”

“Yes, I believe that we will see each other again”, she says and looks at him with a knowing glint in her eyes. Perhaps the light deceived him, but they looked purple for just a second. He shakes away the funny feeling and bows one last time.

Then he leaves, letting her think that he took the money. He slips it and one of his rings back under the door once he closed it, leaving before she could notice. He feels good about helping her until the hall of prayer close by reminds him of the time with loud calls of bells. Two hours. He spent two hours with this woman. The applications only last another hour.

Hoseok jumps into a full sprint, running back to the school even if the distance is grande. He has to be punctual! He has to get there in time! If he loses his chance because he didn’t run fast enough, he will forever blame himself! Quick! Run! Quick, quick, quick!

He arrives, heaving and panting. His clothes are soaked in his sweat, his head is just a little dizzy. The sun has never felt more punishing than it does right now.

He comes to a stop in a stumble, supporting himself by leaning his hands on his knees.

“What brings you here?” the guards ask him.

“I…am…here…for…the…appli…cations”, he is heaving out his words, barely managing to breathe.

“The doors are closed.”

“What?” he gasps, “no”, he shakes his head, “no, please allow me to enter. Please.”

The guards exchange an annoyed look.

“The doors are closed.”

Hoseok feels like crying. He came too late.

“Please”, he begs, “please I promise to be quiet, please.”

“Leave, boy. The doors are closed.”

Is it because he is a boy? Is that the reason?

“Is it because I am a boy?”

She curls her lips in distaste. The glimmer in her eyes lets him know that it truly was because he was a boy.

“No. You simply came too late.”

“But-”

“Leave before we make you”, she warns, flashing her eyes purple.

Hoseok takes a cautious step back. Anger, frustration, sadness, helplessness. He feels all of it. He is going to fail not because he came too late or didn’t impress the sorceress enough, but because the guards are cruel sexists.

“Please.”

“No. You-”

“Wait! Please wait!”, a girl stumbles next to Hoseok, coming to a stop with a squeak. She must have been running as well because sweat pearls have collected on her forehead, “forgive me, oh forgive me I arrived too late. Are the doors still open?”

The guards grind their teeth in annoyance. Hoseok stifles his victorious smile.

“Yes”, they press out and step aside.

“Thank you, oh thank you”, she says and hurries inside.

Hoseok follows her, looking over his shoulder to send the guards the smile he was hiding. He did it. Now nothing can stand in his way anymore.

There aren’t many people left in the waiting room. They all look at him as he passes the threshold. Whispers begin instantly, but Hoseok doesn’t care. He is too busy with recovering from the intense run. So much for taking a carriage so he wouldn’t ruin his new clothes. He looks as if he took a dive in the ocean. He reaches for his waterskin. Empty. He grunts, dropping his head against the wall in exhaustion. He is going to die in these halls.

Three other girls enter and leave the hearing room until Hoseok finally somehow recovers from his run. He scoots up the seats with the remaining girls, finally feeling ready to look around. They are staring at him. The girl which also arrived too late is missing. She must have already left.

One of them scrunches her nose at him in distaste.

“Why are you here?” she asks.

“The same as you”, he answers her snappishly because he recognises her. She was the one who abandoned the old woman.

“You aren’t allowed to be here.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No you’re not. This place is for girls only.”

“No, it is not.”

She scoffs in distaste. Others are chuckling quietly. Hoseok stands his ground, staring her down. She curls her lips.

“You are sweating, it’s revolting”, she says.

“That is because I just ran quite the distance and it is hot outside.”

“Well, I don’t like it. You look ugly.”

“Not as ugly as you.”

She gasps. The others around her do as well.

“Excuse me?” she hisses.

“I watched you abandon the old woman outside the walls. Your ugly soul makes you the ugliest here”, he says and turns his head away.

“How dare you! You come in here and insult me? Who do you think you are?”

Hoseok ignores her.

“I’m talking to you”, she hisses and reaches over to slap his arm harshly, “I said, I’m talking to you.”

Hoseok sends her a deathly glare and stands up to walk closer to the door.

“What’s your problem, why are you ignoring me?” she spits and jumps up to attack him again.

The door opens. The girl, who was just inside, stares as the scene unfolding. The guard by the door does as well and far in the back the sorceress is watching it happen. The rude woman with the ugly soul stops her attack on Hoseok and presses herself past the girl coming outside.

“It was about time, I was wait…” the door falls closed and silences her.

Hoseok finally releases the nervous breath he was holding in, rubbing the spot the rude girl hit multiple times. It hurts.

“Are you hurt?”

Hoseok looks at the girl who just came out of the hearing room. She was the one who also running late.

“I am fine. How did it go inside?” he asks her.

“Oh, I do not know. I felt so nervous that I kept messing up my words.”

“I understand you so well. I feel so nervous as well.”

“So you are also here to learn?”

“I am.”

“But you are a boy. Are boys allowed here?”

“I want to be the first sorcerer in this school.”

“Oh? I see. You must be so nervous then.”

“I am. I really am.”

“I can see that. You look very hot. Are you sure that you are fine?”

“I am. I ran and have no water left to drink”, he says and chuckles nervously, “I hope that my throat doesn’t constrict inside.”

“Do you want some of my water? I already drank from it, but if you don’t mind.”

“Would you really? I hate to beg, but I ran so far.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind. Please”, she says and offers her waterskin.

Hoseok accepts it with a deep bow, drinking from it almost greedily. Oh it feels so good to drink. He felt so close to his end.

He tries not to drink all of it, handing it back to the girl.

“I bless you. This truly saved me.”

“I am just glad that I could help”, she says and smiles, “I wish you luck. Maybe if you succeed, my brother could too one day.”

Hoseok feels warm in his chest. He is already inspiring people. He nods his head vigorously.

“Yes, yes indeed. I believe that he will.”

She bows her head at him, “perhaps we will see each other again at school.”

He bows his head at her, “perhaps we will.”

She leaves then, looking over her shoulder one last time before she crosses the corner.

Hoseok takes a deep breath. Now that he finally had some water to drink, his head feels clearer. He needs to prepare. He takes out his application from his bag and begins reading.

He doesn’t notice when the rude girl comes back out, neither does he notice her poisonous glances until she talks to him.

“You are still here”, she spits, making herself big in front of him.

Hoseok lowers his papers, looking down at her.

“I wasn’t in the hearing room yet, so yes I am.”

“You should leave now. You won’t ever stand a chance.”

“We will see about that.”

She scoffs and slaps the papers out of his hands.

“Hey!”

She turns and stomps away.

Hoseok squats down, picking up his papers with shaking hands. This hurt him. He is already nervous beyond recovery and now he was treated like garbage. He is too emotionally vulnerable to be bullied this way. The papers are out of order. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Everything is going wrong. His application is a mess.

“You.”

Hoseok lifts his head.

“You’re next.”

“I, I haven’t sorted my papers yet.”

“You can do it inside. Time’s ticking”, the guard says.

Hoseok feels dizzy, scrambling to pick up his papers.

“Hurry up.”

“I am, please.”

The sorceress Selen lifts her head at the noises by the door. Her guard is talking to one of the potential students. Like always, she has a harsh tone going on. Whoever she is rushing, seems to be quite upset about it. Second later he stumbles into the room. The sorceress Selen widens her eyes in surprise. A boy? This is new.

Said boy is busy with sorting papers. So busy in fact that he doesn’t even notice her presence until she greets him.

He lifts his head, “oh? Oh, heavens. Please fo-forgive me”, he bows deeply, dropping his papers again, “no! Oh no, my application! Not again!” he exclaims and falls to his knees to sort it out.

She stands up so she could see past her desk. His hands are trembling uncontrollably as he is picking up the papers.

“Are you alright?”

“Pl-please forgive me. I, I am sorry. I d-dropped my application. I- please forgive me, please”, he stutters, working hastily to fix it, “foolish Hoseok. You are foolish.”

He seems to be talking to himself. Poor boy.

With pity in her heart, she rounds the table to help him.

“No please you, you do not have to help I, I- oh god.”

“Don’t worry. I wish to help you. Life is easier this way.”

Hoseok falters. The words seem familiar to him, but he cannot remember where and if he heard them before. He lowers his head after meeting the sorceress’ purple eyes.

“Thank you. I-I am not usually that clumsy.”

“Worry not”, she assures him and hands him the finished papers, “there you go.”

“I thank you. My deepest gratitude, truly.”

She stands back up and rounds the table. She sits down, waiting until the young man sat down as well. He sits as straight as possible, holding his head high even if he can barely keep up eye contact. He looks very obviously hot. As if he ran quite the distance. She studies the papers he is clutching, then looks back into his eyes.

“Are you feeling alright? You look quite hot.”

“I had to run quite far.”

“Overslept?”

He shakes his head vigorously, “no, my lady sorceress, I have been awake with the first ray of sunlight, preparing for today.”

“Indeed?”

He nods his head.

“So why were you running?”

“I…” Hoseok could tell her about what he did, but he doesn’t want to come off as if he was boasting. He didn’t help this old woman because he wanted to boast, he helped her because he wanted to be kind. He decides against telling her, “…I had something important to do, which took me quite far from this school. So I had to run back again in order not to miss the hearing.”

“Mhm, something important you say. Very well then. Now, your name is Hoseok?”

“Yes, indeed. I am Hoseok.”

“And why are you here, Hoseok?”

“I want to become one of your students”, he says and slides over the papers, “I know I am not your usual candidate, but I am a hard worker and a diligent learner. I wrote an application and, and there are also letters of recommendation.”

“You wrote an application?” she asks, lifting up the papers with the help of magic.

“I did yes. I, I had no idea how to, so I spent all day reading books about it and practicing until it was as perfect as it could be.”

“You researched how to write applications?”

Hoseok’s cheeks light up, “I, I meant- I didn’t- I mean I did, but I- I wanted it to be perfect.”

“I see”, she says and looks into the papers. She skims her eyes over them, but does not begin reading them yet, “I shall read through them later”, she says and fixes the heap into one neat stack.

Hoseok gulps nervously, ogling the papers. He does not know what this means meant. Oh, his heart might give up in his chest.

“I thank you for coming here. You will hear from me soon.”

“You have no questions for me?” he gasps.

“I have everything I need to know.”

“But”, Hoseok stops his lower lip from trembling, “I truly want this position.”

“I am certain that you do. So do many other young women however.”

“I, I dreamt of being a sorcerer ever since I could think and, and I know that I-I am a man and that it, it isn’t tradition in these lands for boys to learn magic, but I know that I could do it. I, I want it and I will work so very hard for it. I will work so, so hard until my fingers are sore and my mind foggy. Please. You could count on me, my lady sorceress. I work hard and well and I do not break under pressure. I am also very cleanly and punctual and I fulfill each task to perfection. I, I can also read and write and I enjoy studying. Please my lady sorceress Selen, give me a chance. Please, I wouldn’t disappoint you.”

The sorceress Selen listened to his nervous babbling with a tinge of fondness in her heart. The passion burned in his eyes and the love for his dream was obvious in his voice.

“Thank you young master Hoseok, for your passionate words. I shall consider them.”

Hoseok panics. He said too much, came off as rude and obtrusive. He stands up quickly to apologise with a bow. He bows so vigorously that he hits his head on the desk. It is loud, forcing a squeak out of Hoseok as well. He stumbles back, touching his aching forehead.

“Oh! By Razula!” the sorceress exclaims, jumping up in shock, “are you hurt?” she gasps, reaching for him to hold him by his shoulders in case he loses his consciousness.

Yes, it hurts. He feels dizzy and his skull is pulsing, but nothing hurts more than the shame Hoseok feels. He made a fool of himself. Now the sorceress won’t ever consider him.

“I, I am not hurt”, he stutters, bowing again because the shame sits too deep, “please forgive me. I, I took too much of your time. Please forgive me.”

His face literally feels as if flames were melting off his skin. He is so ashamed that he wishes for the gates of Helva to swallow him whole. He feels tears in his eyes.

“Please forgive me, please”, he pleads and turns to run away.

“You-”, the sorceress does not get to finish her sentence because Hoseok left the room before that, slamming the door accidentally.

She allows the situation to sink in with her mouth open in shock and her body stiff in surprise. This was the most peculiar situation which has happened to her in a long time.

Hoseok almost throws himself into the carriage, falling around Taehyung’s neck before the young prince could even say his first word. He drops his sweet ice cream from the impact, grunting.

“Oh? Did it go so well?” he asks, hugging his best friend back.

Hoseok sobs heartbreakingly just as the carriage begins to move.

“Hoseok”, Taehyung gasps, tightening the hug, “what happened?”

“I made a fool of myself”, Hoseok chokes out and wails painfully.

“Why? What happened?”

Hoseok tells Taehyung how the sorceress didn’t even read his applications nor ask him questions and how he acted obtrusive only to completely embarrass himself by hitting his head on her table. He barely gets the words out as he cries as if he just lost every person dear to him. And Taehyung listens to him, trying to comfort him without any sign of success.

The castle welcomes him back with music and cheers, but that soon dies down when Hoseok leaves the carriage and runs straight to his chambers. Taehyung tells everyone what happened and no one truly knows how to behave once they know. A deep grieving is shared however.

Hoseok doesn’t leave his chambers for days. Taehyung is the one to make sure that he eats and drinks, but Hoseok never allows him to enter. The young prince has to put the tray of food in front of his door and come collect the empty one, hours later. He tries to talk to him, but the only thing he gets are mumbled “leave me alone”s or “go away”s. Hoseok is grieving, there is no denying that.

Taehyung huffs out air in frustration. He was painting in the orange gardens when he thought of his best friend again. He looks at his window. The curtains are drawn closed. Another huff of air shows how helpless Taehyung feels. He doesn’t know what to do to make Hoseok feel better again. His heart got shattered and Taehyung has no idea how he could glue it back together.

“Young prince Taehyung?”

Taehyung looks at his servant.

“Yes?”

“The letters of today.”

“Letters?” Taehyung stands up to get the heap of letters from the silver platter. The servant bows his head at him, watching the young prince sort through them.

Most are of royal duty, some are from his family back home and some are merchants attempting to advertise their expensive goods. Taehyung will read through them later. He reaches the end of the heap, widening his eyes.

A purple envelope with golden lettering spelling Hoseok’s name. The sorceress’ wax sigil keeps the letter closed. It is a dark purple colour.

“Is this…” his servant asks.

“It is”, Taehyung confirms, exchanging a shocked look with him.

“Your highness, did he do it?”

“Perhaps? Come, we have to give it to him.”

The young prince and his servant leave the orange garden, running to Hoseok’s chambers.

Taehyung doesn’t bother to knock, entering Hoseok’s room by calling his name.

The latter is lying in bed, lifting his tired head. He is squinting his eyes. His silver hair is messy. The air smells old.

“Hoseok! Hoseok, I have news!”

“I am not interested, just leave me alone”, Hoseok grumbles and buries his face in the pillow.

“You will want to know these news”, Taehyung says and jumps onto Hoseok’s bed, “Namgil, please open the curtains.”

“Yes, your highness.”

“No. No light. Just leave me alone”, Hoseok whines and pulls the blanket over his head.

Taehyung drags the blanket away. Hoseok fights him weakly, whining his name.

“Look. Hoseok, look”, Taehyung insists, waving the purple envelope in front of Hoseok’s face.

The heartbroken man peels his eyes open groggily.

“What?”

“Look.”

“Huh?”

Hoseok shoots up instantly, ripping the letter out of Taehyung’s hand. He moves it closer to his face, squinting his eyes to make sure that they aren’t deceiving him.

“What?” he presses out.

“It arrived earlier. Look, this is the sorceress’ sigil and, and this is your name”, Taehyung says, bouncing on the mattress as he points at them. He is so excited that he can barely contain himself.

“This can’t be”, Hoseok whispers and rips the sigil to unfold the latter.

Namgil sits down next to him, trying to steal a glance. He is just as excited as Taehyung.

“And? What does it say?” Taehyung stresses, “tell us please. We are dying in curiosity. What does it say?”

Hoseok lowers the letter, staring at Taehyung.

“What is it? Did you get the position?”

“I did”

“You did?!”

Hoseok nods his head.

“Yes! You did! Hoseok, you did!” Taehyung screams in excitement and falls around his best friend’s neck.

Hoseok is stiff and silent at first. The shock sits too deep. But as Taehyung’s laughs and sobs and cheers continue, the realisation of his situation begins to seep in. It isn’t long until Hoseok is sobbing and laughing as well, hugging Taehyung as if his life depended on it.

“I did it!”

“You did it! Hoseok, you did it!” Taehyung says and pulls Hoseok to his feet so they could jump on the bed together. Namgil joins as well. The three men hold hands and cheer loudly, so loudly in fact that soon guards peek inside the room asking if everything was fine.

“Tell everyone that Hoseok managed to get into the school”, Taehyung tells her with sparkling eyes.

“Oh! By the goddesses! Congratulation, Hoseok! I will tell everyone!” she exclaims and hurries away to spread the news in the castle.

The celebrations about Hoseok’s success last until the early morning hours. Dance is plenty, food delicious and wine most intoxicating. Hoseok, Lord of Court of Sandrock Castle will be the first sorcerer of these lands! Oh the news couldn’t be any sweeter.

But where sweetness lies, bitterness follows and only two days later, the moment of his goodbye has come. The court is excited for his future and yet terribly sad to part ways. His fellow servants already said their goodbyes to him with tears and a basket of fruits they saved up for together. The Queen and her husband said goodbye with white dresses he could wear at school and the promise that he will always be welcome at the castle. The princess is holding her husband, who has been sad ever since the morning.

The carriage is packed. There is no reason for Hoseok to stay any longer.

“So, I believe it is time for me to go”, Hoseok says.

“We wish you luck”, the Queen says.

“Thank you, your highness. Not only for your kind words, but also for your support. I am but a mere servant and you didn’t have to be so kind to me. So thank you”, Hoseok says, bowing until his chest touched his own thighs.

“We are all equal. You may have served my son in law, but you are also his dearest friend and his lord-in-waiting. Do not thank me for my kindness, I am happy to give it to you.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok says and straightens up. He looks at the princess, “you will have to take care of him for me.”

She laughs, “I will gladly do so. Good blessings, dear Hoseok.”

“Thank you, your highness”, Hoseok bows his head, then looks at Taehyung.

The latter pouts sadly, throwing himself around his neck in a tight hug.

“Please promise to write as often as you can”, he murmurs into him.

“I will. I hope that you write as well.”

Taehyung steps back, nodding his head vigorously.

“I will. Oh, you will get tired of me. I will write so many letters.”

The two men giggle, holding hands.

“And you have to visit on the weekends. Please, we need to talk in the orange gardens and swim in the blue lagoons.”

Hoseok nods his head vigorously, “I will visit whenever I can. I promise.”

“Good”, Taehyung says and falls around his neck, “I will miss you so much.”

“I will miss you too”, Hoseok says, closing his eyes as he enjoys his best friend’s hug before he can’t feel it for quite some time.

“Please be happy and successful. I will think of you each night.”

“Me too. Be happy as well and never stop painting.”

Taehyung laughs, but it sounds just a little like a sob. The two men hug each other tighter, laughing eventhough they are secretly crying.

“I won’t.”

“Good. That is good.”

The goodbye is bittersweet. The life they once knew and grew up with ends and a new one begins. It hurts. But they will each follow their dreams and will only be apart an hour by foot. It lessens the pain and gives both of them happiness. They will be apart, but still close. They won’t live their old lives anymore, but will finally follow their dreams. The goodbye is bittersweet. It truly is.

The streets in front of the school are calm today, which allows the carriage to drive all the way to the front steps of the student housing.

Hoseok steps out of the carriage, thanking the royal guard for helping him. He is conversing with her, blind to the shocked looks the magical guards send him. They are aware what the sigil on their armour meant and the realisation of who they were rude to just weeks ago sits heavy in their stomachs. And while Hoseok is talking to the guard, the servants he once commanded, carry his luggage to the student housing. They ask the guards where they must go and the latter tell them with nervousness in their voices.

“I wish you good blessings”, the guard says.

“Thank you Nepheli, I wish you good blessings as well”, Hoseok says, looking over his shoulder, “did Namgil disappear with the cases already?”

“It appears so.”

“Oh, well I see”, Hoseok gives Nepheli a smile, “we will see each other again.”

She bows her head, “most definitely we will.”

Once Namgil and two other servants return from Hoseok’s new chambers, it is time for the carriage to return to the castle. Hoseok waves to them until they disappear outside the walls. He lowers his arms and takes a deep breath. His heart is racing, but it isn’t for an uncomfortable reason.

He is excited.

His new life lies behind these doors.

He will finally study the arts of magic.

Hoseok contains the dance of happiness he wants to do and turns around. His eyes meet those of the guards. The judgment of once is gone. Nervousness replaced it.

They bow their heads at him, “my lord, I see that you were successful.”

Hoseok blinks his eyes in confusion. Why are they bowing their heads?

“May we help you with anything?”

“No, uh”, he clears his throat, “well, uh, where do I have to go?”

“Please, follow me, my lord.”

“Very well?” Hoseok follows her confusedly.

They have walked quite some time when he finally talks.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, my lord?”

“Why are you calling me this way?”

“Well, are you not from the royal court?”

“Oh”, now he understands. They must have seen the royal crest and thought that he was of royal blood. Hoseok touches the side of his neck, flustering slightly, “some could say that I am.”

“My lord”, she bows her head, “I hope that our behaviour last time carries no consequences. You must know, we only followed our duties.”

Hoseok doesn’t like to feel superior. Again, he never tells people what his profession once was. But he also likes the sense of victory their apology gives him. They weren’t following duties last time, they were being sexist. Hoseok decides to let them boil in their misunderstanding a while longer.

“I understand. I had already feared that this school was guarded by a bunch of sexists.”

She laughs awkwardly, “no, my lord. Of course not. Everyone is welcome here.”

“Good. I hope it stays this way.”

“Yes, my lord”, she bows, then points at an open door, “the first lecture is here, my lord.”

“Thank you”, Hoseok says and walks off without bowing. His heart might actually fall out of his ribcage. He never felt more nervous before than he did right now. This was the first time he left a conversation without having to bow. Oh he is such a liar. This will have consequences for sure.

And while Hoseok thinks of his own actions, he scans his eyes over the classroom. It is high up in the tower with windows on six of the eight walls. Only the wall with the teaching board and the door have no windows. Two of the windows are facing into the hallways while the other four show the outside world. It is a sunny day, so the class room is flooded with natural light. Big chunks of purple crystal reflect the rays and on most wooden desks, young women were sitting. Small groups of chatting women have already formed. Their conversations die down when Hoseok enters the classroom. Whispers, which aren’t very secret, run through the room. Questions if “this” was a boy, wonders why he was here and rude comments about how he is wrong here all meet Hoseok’s ears.

He swallows down his nerves and lifts his hand to wave at the group of judging women.

“Good day, I am Hoseok. How are you all doing?”

All their heads turn away in sync and Hoseok is left without getting an answer. It stings, as much as it embarrasses him. He probably would have felt like crying when a sweet voice hadn’t called his name. He turns his head.

It is her. The girl, who also came too late and who saved his future back then. She is sitting with two other girls, waving her hand at him.

Hoseok jogs to her with a smile on his lips.

“You made it”, she says.

“You made it as well”, he says.

“I did. Oh, I am so happy to see you. Not only because I know nobody here, but because you made it.”

“I know nobody either. My name is Hoseok”, he says.

“I know, I heard. My name is ___.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, ___.”

“The pleasure is all mine”, you say and continues with a shy gleam in your eyes, “do you want to sit together?”

“Yes, I would like that”, Hoseok says and sits down by the desk next to yours. His heart is fluttering. He is making friends. He doesn’t have to spend his entire academic career as an outsider. He turns his knees to you and gives you a smile.

You retort it.

“How are you doing?”

“Excited. I couldn’t sleep at all because I knew what today would bring. You?”

“Excited as well. And nervous”, Hoseok confesses, “I don’t think that I am very welcome here.”

You scan your eyes over the room. The conversations have become significantly quieter ever since Hoseok is in the room. Confused and judgemental looks meet his direction every now and then.

“It is the first time that a boy is learning magic. I believe that they are all just very confused.”

“I want to believe this as well”, Hoseok agrees and shifts his eyes to the two girls behind you, “nice to meet you.”

One of them has hair as red as fire, while the other has silver hair just like Hoseok. They both looked surprised to be addressed.

“Oh? Oh, uhm. Nice to meet you”, the silver haired girl says, “I’m Becca.”

“I’m Ash, nice to meet you”, the fire-haired girl says.

“Are you three friends?” Hoseok asks.

“No, we have only met today”, you say.

“I see, so we are all in the same boat.”

“We are”, Becca says, “are you really a boy?”

Hoseok nods his head.

“Are you actually allowed here?”

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “I managed to get in, so I must be”, he grins, “I am going to become the first sorcerer of these lands.”

“Woah”, Ash gasps, exchanging a look with Becca, “are you allowed to do that?” she is whispering the question as if it was a forbidden secret.

“I decided to rather ask for forgiveness than permission”, Hoseok whispers as well, making the girl snicker and hide their mouths behind their hands. A sense of excited glee washes over their faces. As if they are now part of a secret plan to change the world.

Hoseok smiles proudly, relaxing back into his seat. He feels relieved to know that he won’t be such an outsider here. That was truly his greatest fear.

Hoseok would have continued to chat with his new friends, hadn’t sorceress Selen entered the room, announcing herself with a clear of her throat. The classroom grows silent instantly.

A plethora of sorceresses enter the room behind her, lining up along the front of the classroom.

“Good morning, class”, sorceress Selen says loudly.

“Good morning, sorceress Selen”, the class answers back.

“As you all may know, you are the very few lucky ones who have impressed me. Some more than others”, she says, meeting Hoseok’s eyes long enough that the rest of the class notices. The jealous looks are instant. Hoseok feels hot under them, sinking deeper into his chair in hopes of hiding away.

Sorceress Selen breaks eye contact, scanning her eyes over the class as she talks.

“Remember that there has been a first for anything on earth. Someone had to take the first swim, the first run, someone had to taste sugar for the first time and someone had to have the first hangover. There will never stop being firsts and I ask of you to show the respect I see in every single one of you. Understood?”

It is obvious to all that she meant Hoseok’s presence in these halls. This is a first. Never before was there a boy studying magic in this school. 

“Yes, Sorceress Selen”, the class answers hesitantly.

“Very good. Now, my name is, as you all know, Sorceress Selen. I am the headmistress of this school and I will also be your teacher of glintstone magic”, she says and steps back to allow another sorceress the spotlight.

“My name is Sorceress Zenith. I will be your teacher of magical potions.”

The next sorceress calls herself Ceva, introducing herself as the class’ teacher of magical literature.

Sorceress Ciri will be the teacher of magical history and Sorceress Cintra will teach the ways of magical transformation. The first year will only have five courses, but they promise that the students will have a lot of work to do and that five are very much enough.

“Now that we introduced ourselves, we would like you to do the same. Go on, stand up and introduce yourselves to the class. Be kind, you will spend a lot of time with each other.”

One by one the students stand up and introduce themselves. Hoseok listens intently to all of them, trying his hardest to memorise their names. The class is a good mixture of all social stands, races and nationalities. Hoseok is surprised at how many girls from other queendoms come to this school to learn. He likes it however. It makes his Snow Isles heart feel less alone in being so far from home. He feels his pulse increase the closer to his turn the introductions come and by the time it is finally his turn, his cheeks have started to heat up.

He stands up, looking around the room. All eyes are on him.

“My name is Hoseok, I come from the Snow Isles and I am here to learn magic just like all of you are, I believe, hah”, he says and laughs.

Nobody else laughs. Some even look at him angrily.

He clears his throat nervously, straightening his back.

“I know that you all must be very confused why I am here. A boy here in the school of magic, I know you must want to curse me and call me wrong. I do not blame you, but I want to say that if you need help, I am always willing to help”, he says and smiles, “I want all your very bests”, he says and bows, “thank you”, he says and sits back down.

The eyes linger on him just a little longer before you steal the attention by standing up loudly.

“I am ___. I was born and raised here and I live by the docks with my family. I am here to learn magic just like Hoseok already said”, you say, sending him a playful look, “that is all. Thank you.”

You sit back down, leaning closer to Hoseok to whisper. He leans in as well so he could listen better.

“You stole my joke”, you say and snicker.

“Forgive me, I panicked.”

“It’s alright. It was a good joke.”

Hoseok grins, agreeing with a nod of his head.

The students have free time for the rest of the day. Most use it to move into their chambers. Hoseok does as well. The chambers consist of one small shared room and two connecting bed chambers with a small washing chamber connecting as well. Hoseok arrives last at his shared room.

“Oh, it is you.”

Hoseok is greeted by you, Ash and Becca.

“Are you my new chamber mates?”

“Indeed we are. We were already wondering who might be our fourth chamber mate. Are all of these things yours?”

Hoseok looks at the heap of packages in the middle of the room. He wasn’t even aware of how much he packed.

Hoseok blushes shyly, “yes, they might be mine.”

“Forgive me for asking, but are you a prince?”

“A prince? Me?” Hoseok laughs, shaking his head, “oh goddesses no, I am no prince. I…” he stops himself. He almost exposed that he served Taehyung, prince of the Snow Isles and future queen consort of the Sand Queendom.

“But these are golden hinges. Only those of royalty can afford golden hinges on their travel cases.”

“Well”, Hoseok touches the side of his neck shyly, “I might have served a prince before coming here.”

“A prince?!” his chamber mates all gasp in unison, inching closer as excitement overtakes them.

“Who did you serve?”

“Do we know him?”

“Where is he now?”

“Who is it?”

“We can keep secrets.”

They bombard him with questions. Ash even grasps his lower arm to shake it in excitement.

Hoseok takes a careful step back, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Very well, very well I will tell you”, he gives in.

“Oh this is exciting.”

“I want to know everything.”

“Tell us, please.”

They babble and chat, sitting down on the shared seating to listen to Hoseok. He sits down as well, blushing heavily when they all gather around him with minimal space between their bodies. Their excited eyes are glued to his face.

He clears his throat, “I left the Snow Isles as a servant. The prince I served was promised to a princess and as his lord in waiting it was my duty to follow him and serve him in his new home.”

“But…when you served a prince and he was promised to a princess from these lands, that means…” Becca’s eyes widen as realisation sets in, “that means you are serving prince Taehyung! You were a servant at Queen Ranni’s court!”

They gasp loudly, throwing their hands over their mouths.

“Is it true?”

“Did you truly?”

Hoseok nods his head hesitantly, lowering his eyes shyly.

“By Frenya!”

“This can’t be!”

“Oh this is mindruining!”

You take his lower arm and shake it excitedly, “how is it living at court? Is the Queen as kind as it says she is? Is the princess truly beautiful beyond compare? And prince Taehyung, is he truly such a wonderful soul as everyone says?”

“Yes. Yes, I would say that all of these things are true. The Queen and her daughter supported me in my dream of becoming a sorcerer. They didn’t have to do so and yet they did. And Taehyung”, Hoseok smiles fondly, “Taehyung is my best friend. He didn’t have to support my silly dreams, but he was the first to dream with me. He is the kindest soul you will meet. He truly is.”

“So the sayings are true. The royal family is kind hearted.”

“Yes, they are. They are kind people”, Hoseok says and smiles, “that brings me to something to give me”, he says and stands up, “the princess insisted that I bring presents for my new chamber mates. She must have feared that I would be hated here, so she gave me something to bribe your hearts”, Hoseok explains, making his chamber mates laugh.

He feels good about it. People only laugh at jokes when they like the person telling it. The princess’ worries were useless. He still wants to give them their presents however.

“It isn’t much, but I hope that you will enjoy it nonetheless”, Hoseok says and hands each of his chamber mates a hand woven basket filled with oranges from the castle garden, chocolate from the castle’s kitchen and sweet wine from the royal vineyards.

“These are expensive things. I couldn’t take them”, you refuse, shaking your head.

“No please, the princess insisted that you each get something. It will rot otherwise, so please enjoy it.”

They each accept the gift with shy gleams in their eyes.

“And what about you? What have you done before coming here?” Hoseok asks.

“I worked in the mountains”, Ash says, “I never thought of coming here, but then I discovered my magic by accidentally lifting a stone and my mother encouraged me to seek education so that perhaps one day I can return to the village as a sorceress.”

“I also discovered my magic by sheer luck”, Becca says, “I live by the sea not far from here. One day I helped a fish come to life again. That is when I knew I had to seek help from sorceress Selen and now I am here.”

“Oh your stories are both wonderful, I discovered my magic through stubbornness”, you say with a chuckle on your lips, “each day after waking up, I tried to move my candle until one day I finally did. I told my family and days later sorceress Selen’s letter arrived. I knew I had to take the chance and here I am.”

The girls giggle, but Hoseok can’t find it in himself to laugh. They all know how to do magic already? He believed that all of them are like him, that this school is supposed to awake the magical powers within them.

“What about you? How did you discover your magic?” you ask him.

Hoseok gulps nervously, “I…uh….”

“You have discovered it, haven’t you?”

“Uh..I..uh..”

“You haven’t”, you gasp, exchanging a shocked look with Becca and Ash.

“But how do you know if you even have powers inside you?” Becca asks.

Hoseok touches the side of his neck in soothing. He never thought of that.

“What if you aren’t meant for magic? Not everyone is”, Ash gasps.

Hoseok feels his stomach twist. He never thought of that either. He believed that everyone can learn magic through hard work. He believed that magic slumbers in every person and that through hard work and proper education, they will awake.

“I thought that”, he begins, gulping down the nervous lump in his throat, “I thought that…that it would awake once I am at this school.”

“But how did you get through the application process?”

“What do you speak?”

“How did you manage to perform the spell without magic?”

“What spell?”

“The spell we had to perform to prove that we have magical abilities.”

“I, I didn’t have to perform a spell”, Hoseok stutters.

“So how did you get in?”

“M-maybe she saw something in me?” Hoseok says shyly.

“Alright”, Becca says and scrunches her nose.

Hoseok can see it in her eyes, her once friendly nature is gone. She looks at Ash and you. Ash’s face is cold as well.

“Shall we see if we can meet other people?” Becca asks.

“Yes we shall”, Ash says and stands up.

“That sounds like a good idea”, Hoseok says and stands up as well.

“Not you”, Becca says and drags Ash away from him.

“Oh”, Hoseok stops, feeling his chest sting.

They leave the room without looking back.

Hoseok lowers his head sadly, feeling a deep, deep pain in his heart.

“Well, that was just mean.”

Hoseok turns, studying you. You are frowning at the closed door.

“Are you feeling fine?” you ask him.

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, pouting sadly.

“I am sorry they treated you this way. I’ve also only met them today, so this surprised me quite a lot.”

“You don’t have to be friendly with me if you don’t want to. I know I’m wrong here and that it seems as if sorceress Selen made a mistake.”

You furrow your brows, “but I want to be kind to you.”

“Oh.”

You pat the spot next to you. Hoseok hesitates at first, but takes it in the end. You turn your knees to him, giving him a sweet smile.

“The trick with magic is that you have to visualise it”, you say and lift one of the oranges Hoseok gifted you, “take this orange for example. Visualise how it floats from my palm”, you explain and demonstrate.

Hoseok gasps, staring at the floating orange in awe.

“It is floating”, he says, meeting your eyes. They changed to a purple colour, “your eyes”, he gasps.

“That means that I am using my magic”, you explain and drop the orange again. The purple glow fades away, revealing your natural eye colour.

“The glow stopped”, Hoseok says, “how did you do this?”

“I practiced a lot. I didn’t always have my magic either, so don’t beat yourself up too much. Not everyone discovers their magic as easily.”

“But how did you manage to discover it? You made an orange float, that is beyond impressive.”

You laugh softly, “it is barely a proper spell.”

“Well, it is more than I can do”, Hoseok says and huffs out air in impatience.

“Try it. Visualise how the orange floats.”

“Alright, alright I will try”, Hoseok says and focuses on the orange in your hand. He tries so very hard. He really, really does but the orange stays unmoving. He gives up after a few tries, sagging his shoulders in defeat, “I cannot do it.”

“Don’t give up already, practice each morning until it finally works”, you encourage him and peel the orange, “come, let us eat oranges for now. I have always wondered how royal oranges taste.”

You break it in the middle as best as possible, handing him the second half. You bite into your own half as if it was an apple, spilling juice down your hands. You slurp it up, humming loudly at the sweet taste.

“So sweet”, you exclaim, giving him a smile, “I love oranges so much. My mother grows an orange tree in our garden. I would like to argue that our oranges taste just as sweet.”

Hoseok feels good in his chest upon receiving your smile. It feels genuine.

“Do you like oranges?”

“Yes”, he says and finally bites into his orange as well, “I love them as well. We don’t have them on the Snow Isles.”

“I can imagine. Your home must be so cold.”

“It is, but I must confess that I miss it a lot.”

“Oh, I can imagine that as well. It must be hard to leave your home and your family.”

“Taehyung is my family, so it wasn’t that hard”, Hoseok says and sighs sadly, “I did leave him now however. I hope he is fine.”

“I am sure that he is. He is the prince, he must have everything that he wishes.”

“Yes, I do believe you are right”, Hoseok says and smiles, “thank you for being so kind to me.”

“Please, don’t thank me for that. Here, do you want to share the chocolate as well?”

The next day starts early, but Hoseok doesn’t mind. He is used to waking up earlier than other people. Work at the castle was always endless and it is the servants’ duties to prepare breakfast before the royal family wakes. Hoseok is used to early mornings, enjoying the calm morning hours. He washes himself in the washing chambers, then uses the hours before class to practice on an orange. Becca and Ash come out of their rooms as he practices.

“Why are you here?” Becca asks.

“Because this is my room as much as it is yours, so we can either make this comfortable for all of us by being grown-up enough to attempt to get along or make it uncomfortable by being childishly hostile. I know what I want to choose”, Hoseok throws back.

She doesn’t know what to say to that and so she drags Ash away to the washing chamber. Hoseok concentrates back on his orange. Visualise it. Visualise it. Come now Hoseok, visualise it.

Becca and Ash leave for breakfast soon, paying Hoseok no mind. Good. Complete neutrality to each other’s existence works for him as well.

“Good morrow.”

Hoseok looks over his shoulder, bowing his head at you.

“Good morrow.”

“You are practicing already? Oh, it is too early”, you grumble and drag your sleepy feet to the washing chambers.

Hoseok concentrates on his orange again, but with no results. You come out of the washing chambers before he could make it float.

“And?”

“I have been practicing for so long, but nothing”, Hoseok says, sighing defeated, “I think it won’t work today.”

“Then you will try again tomorrow”, you say and point at the door, “shall we leave for class?”

“Ah yes, the class”, Hoseok’s eyes light up, “can you believe that we will be taught magic?”

“No, it sounds surreal.”

“It truly does.”

Hoseok and you take the seats you took yesterday. Becca and Ash aren’t by their seats, spreading gossip with some girls in the front. Their chatter dies down when Hoseok enters the classroom and soon one of them walks up to him.

Hoseok lifts his head to look at her.

“I heard that you haven’t found your magic yet”, she says.

Hoseok sends a glare to Becca and Ash. They don’t dare to meet it, seeming oh so innocently shy all of a sudden. Gossiping wenches, Hoseok thinks and looks back at the girl in front of him. It is her. The rude girl from the application day.

“And if I haven’t?” he challenges her.

“Then you are wrong here.”

“Settle down, will you?” you warn, but the girl doesn’t listen.

“This is a school for women who know how to do magic, not spoiled boys who had the queen buy his way into it.”

Hoseok is a peaceful person and a slightly nervous person who doesn’t enjoy confrontation. Which is why it is quite surprising that he also cannot stand to be disrespected. He gets up from his chair, stepping closer to the rude girl until he towers over her.

“How about you tell me your name first before you go around insulting me for no reason whatsoever”, he hisses.

“Caria”, she says with confidence in her eyes.

“Caria”, Hoseok repeats calmly, “thank you, I will make sure to include it in my next letter to the Queen.”

Caria falters, “w-wait.”

“I jest”, Hoseok says and shows her an icy smile, “go back to your seat. Caria.”

Caria scurries off with panic in her eyes. Hoseok sends Becca and Ash a glare until they understand what he is implying, then sits back down again.

This is starting to properly anger him. He knows that he is the first boy attempting to learn magic, but these jealous girls are going too far.

“Don’t let them bring you down”, you whisper to him.

“I am not”, Hoseok says and shifts his eyes to the movement by the door.

He straightens up in shock, gawking at her with widened eyes. It is her. The old woman he helped outside the tower walls.

“Good morrow, class”, she says, dragging her old feet to the middle of the room, “go to your seats now, hop hop.”

Confused chatter goes through the room. Some seem to recognise the woman, while others are asking themselves who she could be. Hoseok is confused as well. Why is the old woman here? Why is she acting as if she was the one to teach?

She scans her eyes over the class, lingering on Hoseok just a little longer. She gives him a nod of her head and a knowing smile. It speaks to him, “I told you that we would see each other again.”

Hoseok feels himself bowing his head at her.

“Now very well, you are all seated”, she says, “how have you accommodated in your chambers? Is all well?”

Hesitant nods let her know the answer.

“That is good to hear. Ah yes, that is good”, she says and touches her lower back, “oh my old bones. Can one of you be so kind and get me a chair?”

Hoseok stands up instantly and hurries to get an empty chair. He carries it to her, helping her sit down by holding her hand gently.

“Oh thank you, dear Hoseok. Thank you.”

More whispering. He knows her? How does she know his name? She notices the whispers as well.

“I see that there is great confusion present in this room”, she says, “some may wonder where they have seen me before, some may wonder why I am here and some may wonder why I have addressed one of our worthy students by their name.”

She straightens her back. She seems healthier by the second.

“The secret is dear students, not all is always as the eyes tell us.”

Her spindly fingers age backwards, her once grey hair gains dark colour again.

“Not every person is simply a person one meets.”

Her once wrinkled face smoothes out. Her clothes, once of poor condition, change into that of obvious wealth.

“And not every test of worth is always based on skill.”

The once old, weak woman has morphed into sorceress Selen. Strong, healthy and with magical youth surrounding her. The girls, who noticed the old woman outside the castle walls gasp in horrid realisation that the old woman had been a test they all failed to pass. The girls, who didn’t notice her, gasp at the wonder of transformation unfolding in front of him. Hoseok doesn’t gasp. Hoseok gawks with widened eyes, unable to accept that this truly happened. This is why sorceress Selen’s words were familiar to him. It is because she said the words back to him he told her mere hours before as he helped her in her disguise. That is why the old woman’s eyes gleamed purple for but a moment. That is why he is here and why she didn’t ask him any questions. He had already passed the test without knowing that there was a test to pass.

“Now that the truth is out there, I assume that it is obvious to all why I kept you waiting for so long during the applications”, she chuckles mischievously, “I must apologise dear students, but I had to wait for the person worthy to pass my test and that person, my dear students, was Hoseok”, she says, pointing at him.

Hoseok gulps under the attention, feeling his cheeks heat up. 

“Congratulations, Hoseok”, she says and gives him a nod of her head.

He bows his head shyly, keeping his eyes lowered because otherwise his cheeks would have been red as cherries.

“And as I have gathered from some of your shocked whispers”, she continues, “some have not passed my test. Caria, Becca, Heva and Toph I ask of you to go back to your chambers and pack your belongings.”

“What?!”

“Yes you have heard me. This was but a lesson for you. A lesson in kindness for I do not accept cruelty in my school.”

“But…what does this mean?”

“It means that you are not worthy of this school.”

“So why did we get in? Why did you send us this joke of a letter?”

“Why I told you. This was but a lesson for you”, sorceress Selene says, “take from it that you need to grow and work on yourselves. As for the rest of my students, take from it that your position in this school is not set in stone. Many have the potential to harbour magic, but not many are worthy of having it. And that this worth is not solely based on skill. Remember this, my young apprentices.”

“So why is Hoseok here? He doesn’t even know if he has magic inside”, Caria spits, making his heart race in panic.

Sorceress Selen’s features darken.

“Have you no functioning ears to listen? I just told you that worth is not only based on skill. Oh you disappoint me, child.”

Caria closes her mouth.

Sorceress Selen clears her throat and continues, “I get the feeling that Hoseok isn’t the only one who still needs to discover his magic. A barking dog often intimidates those more timid to silence”, she says and she looks at a few girls who seem incredibly shy all of a sudden. Almost as if they were scared to be found out that they neither know how to access their magic. Sorceress Selene looks at Caria and Becca, “wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sorceress Selene, I would like to apologise”, Becca says.

“Oh there is no need. Come back again once you are worthy”, Sorceress Selene says and with a snap of her fingers, makes the four girls she called out disappear.

Loud uproar goes through the room.

“Have no fear, they are just fine. I merely helped them with returning to their rooms. They will have all the time in the world to pack their belongings”, she says and stands up from the chair, “now let us truly begin the lesson. Who of you hasn’t mastered their access to magic yet?”

Hoseok lifts his hand, looking around the room. He is the only one. A deep pit of despair begins to open in his stomach until suddenly, very timidly a girl lifts her hand as well. Ash. She lied in fear of being found out. Another soon lifts her hand after her. Then a third and a fourth until six people including Hoseok and Ash have their hands raised.

“As I have figured”, Sorceress Selene says, “well done, my dear students. Honesty will bring you further than deception. Now, can any of you tell me what gives us our magical abilities?”

“The planets?”

“That is a good answer. Any other ideas?”

“The ocean?”

“Oh most definitely. The ocean can be a powerful source.”

“So many things can be used as a source?”

“Now you are asking the right questions. Indeed they can. However there is one thing which combines them all, which infuses them with magic so we could harbour it”, she says and lifts a purple crystal.

Whispering again.

“Yes, yes indeed. You recognise these crystals, they grow all over these grounds and are often found on our beaches. Glintstone. It is found all over this continent and has been here long before we came.”

You lift your hand.

“Yes dear ___?”

“Where does it come from? Did time form it?”

“Oh no. No, time merely preserved it and allowed the magic in it to become more potent. Long before the age of life, there were the dragons. Not dragons as we know these days, but dragons as big as entire continents. They were beings outside time and created the lands we walk on today. One of these dragons, Razula, was sick. While other dragons breathed ice, fire and molten earth, she breathed glintstone. With each breath she passed, new crystals formed and allowed her magical essence to crystallise. Her illness killed her in the end as the glintstone solidified her flesh. She died where, these days, our Glass Mountains range.”

Ash raises her hand.

“Yes, dear Ash?”

“Does this mean that the Glass Mountains are made out of her corpse?”

“Yes, indeed it does.”

Shared gasps of wonder go through the room.

“She must have been so big.”

“Indeed she was. Our very own mountain, the one catching the ocean and holding this very city secure is part of Razula. The very end of her tail to be more exact.”

Another round of shared gasps.

Hoseok lifts his hand.

“Yes, dear Hoseok?”

“Does that mean that the glintstone she breathed soaked our continent with magic, so we could harbour different elements for magic these days?”

“Very good, indeed it does.”

“So why can we harbour the planets?”

“That is a very good question. You see, our planet isn’t the only one formed by the dragons. Many more are children of them, which is why we have access to their powers.”

“So there were more dragons like Razula?”

“Why would you wonder this?”

“Because glintstone is what gives a source its magic. There must have been more dragons like Razula, otherwise we couldn’t harbour the planets.”

Sorceress Selen smiles proudly. She nods her head.

“It is not with certain proof, but yes it is said that there were more dragons like Razula, who infused the planets with their glintstone and who made it possible so that we can harbour them these days.”

You ask the next question, “why is it not with certain proof?”

“Because travelling between planets or even universes has not been achieved yet.”

Agreeable nods go through the room. This answer sounds logical to all. Sorceress Ciri, the teacher for magical history, enters the room then. She carries a flat wooden box.

“Oh, Ciri! The perfect time! Now dear students, I have a small present for each of you”, sorceress Selen says as sorceress Ciri begins handing out small glintstones, “your very own glintstone. Take great care of it, practice with it and feel its magical properties. That is my task for you.”

Ash lifts her hand.

“Yes, dear Ash?”

“How do we feel its magical property?”

“Oh that is a complicated question. How does one feel anything? Feelings must be felt, they cannot be conceptualised. But very well, to make it easier for you, my young students, magic gives the very tips of your fingers a warm tingle to it. Try to find this tingle and you will have taken yet another step into the right direction.”

A warm tingle. Hoseok looks down at the purple glintstone in his palm. He closes his finger around it. A warm tingle. That is what he needs to look out for. A warm tingle and then he will finally feel worthy of being here.

The weeks are spent practicing with the glintstone sorceress Selen gave each student. During the early hours, the students learn about magic, its history and what can be achieved with it and during the later hours, the students are meant to practice and study in the grande library. Hoseok enjoys his time. He wakes up excited each day, he pays utter attention in the lessons and practices until late into the night. The other students stopped avoiding him now that Caria and Becca weren’t present anymore. Ash and two other students even practice with him each day, exchanging frustrations when the warm tingle never comes.

Hoseok lifts his head upon hearing yet another cheerful exclaim of one his fellow students.

“Sorceress Selen! It is floating!”

“Very good, dear Ainar. Continue this connection”, the sorceress praises and continues her rounds through the classroom.

Hoseok looks at his fellow students. Ainar was one of the people who always practiced with him. Three other people also already learned how to connect to their inner magic. Only he and Ash are still struggling.

“Sorceress Selen! I am doing it!”

Hoseok looks at Ash and the floating glintstone before her.

“Very good, dear Ash. Keep practicing.”

“Good job Ash, you’re finally doing it”, Ainar encourages her with excitement in her eyes.

“You’re doing so well”, Hoseok tells her, earning himself a proud grin.

“Thank you, oh look at me.”

“You are like a proper sorceress now.”

“Yes, yes I am”, Ash giggles.

Hoseok breaks his eyes away from her, trying to hide his disappointment. He is happy for his fellow students for finally finding their powers, but he also can’t deny that he feels like an utter failure himself.

“Hoseok?”

He lifts his head upon being called, meeting sorceress Selen’s eyes.

“Yes?”

“Why are you not practicing?”

“Forgive me, I just took a quick break”, he says and looks at the stone.

“Don’t give up. Yes?”

Hoseok nods his head and takes a deep breath, lifting his hands to continue practicing. He will not be able to lift the stone during the lesson.

They have the weekend free this week and most students use it to finally visit their homes again. Hoseok does as well. He leaves in the early hours of the morning, cradling the glintstone in his pocket and with an orange from the tower gardens to give him energy. He feels happy at the thought of finally seeing Taehyung again, but also a sense of tread because he won’t return as a sorcerer already. He feels like a failure. Why is it so easy for anyone but him to find their magic? Was Caria right? Is he truly not meant to be a sorcerer?

“Hoseok!”

He stops in front the tower walls upon being called, looking over his shoulder. You are running to him, waving your hands.

“Wait up!”

He does. He waits until you reach his side.

“Are you visiting prince Taehyung?”

“I am. Are you visiting your family?”

“Indeed I am”, you say and point at the road, “do you have to walk this way as well?”

“I do.”

“Do you want to walk together?”

“Yes, I would like that”, he says and gives you a smile.

One you retort.

So you and he wander down the road side by side. You pull out two oranges from your pocket.

“I have oranges. Do you want one?”

“Oh?” Hoseok pulls out his own orange, “me too.”

“Oh? Look at us”, you say, having to laugh.

Hoseok laughs as well.

“These oranges are just too delicious.”

“Indeed they are.”

“Ah”, you sigh happily, lifting your head to look at the golden roofs above your head. The sun reflects off the colourful houses and paints the streets in lively colours. It will be a very hot day today, the air smells of it.

“I think I might swim in the ocean later”, you say.

“Yes, that sounds like a good time”, Hoseok says.

“And you? Are you going to practice even during your free time?”

“I am.”

“Oh, Hoseok you work too hard.”

“I am not. You have it easy, you even found your worth in magic already. I still haven’t found my connection to it. I am two steps behind”, Hoseok says and sighs in defeat.

“It will come one day. I promise.”

“Maybe”, he says and sighs again, “can we talk about something else?”

“Of course. What are your favourite beaches to go to?”

“The blue lagoons by the castle.”

“I should have figured. They must very beautiful.”

“They indeed are.”

“You know my brother really likes to swim.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I am most certain that he will ask me the moment I come home. We always go swimming together.”

“That sounds like a special time for you and your brother.” 

“Oh yes it is. He is already ten and three of age, but knows how to swim since only three of age.

“Truly?”

“Yes, I was the one who taught him. I was the age he is now when I taught him. I think that is why it is such a special time for us these days.”

“It sounds very special. I am glad that you have such a deep connection with your brother. I could never form such a deep bond with my sister.”

“You have a sister?” 

“Yes, she is older than me by ten years. Just like you and your brother”, Hoseok says with a grin.

You retort it.

“We played a lot when we were younger but when she grew of marriage age, she wanted to spend her time socialising, instead of playing with her childish brother. She is already married and has children these days and I am happy for her. We write a lot of letters to each other, but I never had such special moments with my sister when I was in adolescence. Thank you for being such an older sister to your brother, he might not show it all the time, but those moments mean the world to him.” 

“Thank you for saying this”, you say, feeling incredibly warm in your chest, “I truly love my brother. You know, he dreams of being a sorcerer.”

“I know.” 

“How do you know?” 

“You told me.” 

“I did?” 

Hoseok nods his head, “the day of the applications. You witnessed Caria slap my arm and then asked if I was hurt. You offered me your water skin and told me about your brother and his dreams.” 

“I did, now I remember again. You remembered all this time?” 

“I did. If I may be blunt, I remember you quite vividly from this day. You ran late as well and were sweating just as much as I did.”

You laugh. 

“It is because of you that the guards even allowed me entrance.” 

“Truly?”

“Yes, they refused at first because I am a boy.” 

“No. Truly?” 

“Yes, sadly.”

"Oh, how rude. This wasn’t their right to do.” 

“Worry not, I already paid them back.” 

“You did?” 

“I pretended to be royalty on the first day because they saw the royal carriage I came in.” 

“And they believed you?.” 

“They even apologised.”

“Oh”, you let out and laugh loudly. 

Hoseok laughs with you. 

“Serves them right. Nobody should be refused access just because they are a boy.”

“Yes, I agree.” 

You and Hoseok converse until the conjuncture where you have to go your separate ways.

“I have to go this way”, you tell him.

“I have to go this way”, Hoseok says and points in the opposite direction.

“So I believe that this is where we have to say our goodbyes.”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Do you want to come with me for a bit? I would love to introduce you to my family.”

“I feel beyond honoured, but I truly have to go. Knowing Taehyung, he is already waiting impatiently.”

“I see”, you sag your shoulders in defeat but shake it off quickly, giving him a smile, “there will be a next time.” 

“I believe so. I will bring chocolates then.”

“Oh, they would love them so much”, you say with sparkling eyes. 

“Very well then. I will see you again next week”, Hoseok bows his head at you, “have a good weekend.”

“You too. See you soon”, you say and leave with a wave of your hand.

Hoseok watches you skip down the street. You turn when some distance is between you and him, searching for him. Your face lights up when you see him. You lift your arm to wave at him one last time, doing so until Hoseok finally waves back. You turn with a big smile on your face, skipping happily until the crowd swallows you and Hoseok cannot see you anymore. He smiles to himself and turns to take on the road to the castle. It isn’t far anymore.

Taehyung is waiting by the gates, jumping into a sprint the moment he notices Hoseok. He calls his best friend’s name, falling around his neck with such vigour that Hoseok stumbles from the impact. He even wraps his legs around his waist, knocking a belting laugh out of Hoseok, who is destined to carry his weight.

“You are such a rascal”, he laughs.

“I missed you. I missed you terribly!” Taehyung tells him in excited yelps.

“I missed you as well”, Hoseok says and drops him gently. He hugs him back as tightly as he can, “I was so excited for today.”

“Me too, oh me too.”

They hug for some time, breaking apart only because hugging for an entire day is rather frowned upon by the public for a prince and his servant to do. 

“How have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“Good, just so incredibly bored without you. I keep rereading the letters you sent me and everything you describe sounds so interesting”, Taehyung babbles as the two men walk to Taehyung’s leisure room. 

“The school is wonderful. I keep finding myself pinching my own skin because I cannot believe that it is real.”

“I can imagine. Is it really true that there is glintstone everywhere?” 

“Yes, it is everywhere. Look”, Hoseok says and shows Taehyung the small glintstone. 

Taehyung gasps, widening his eyes in curiosity. 

“Sorceress Selen gave each of us a glintstone to practice magic on. It grows everywhere.”

“Is it true that it makes the faintest sound when you brush your hand against it?”

“It does. Even air makes it sing.”

“How wonderful”, Taehyung gasps, “can I touch it? Please?” 

“Yes, once we are sitting down. I do not want to lose it.”

“I understand. It must be very precious, mustn’t it?” 

“Yes. It is supposed to help me find my connection to magic.” 

Taehyung and Hoseok have reached his room, sitting down by Taehyung’s painting table.

“Are still having troubles with it?”

“Sadly I do”, Hoseok says, “I do not know why it is so terribly hard for me, but it is.”

“Do not lose hope yet. I am certain that it will come to you very soon.”

Hoseok gives him a smile before lifting the stone into his vision.

“Do you want to hold the stone now?”

“Yes. May I truly?” 

“Yes. Open your palm.”

Taehyung rests his hand palm side up on the table, watching with curious eyes as Hoseok places the stone into his palm carefully.

“It is cold.”

“It is. I have been carrying it in my pocket all day.”

“How is that possible? You should have warmed it.”

“Indeed, but glintstone never warms up unless its magic is channeled. Isn’t it wonderful? It stays cold no matter how much you warm it.” 

“This is remarkable”, Taehyung whispers, caressing it gently, “and it is truly a dragon’s breath?” 

“Yes. Razula. She existed long before our time with the other dragons.”

“I know. Her body makes up the Glass Mountains these days. Oh Hoseok, you have no idea how often I reread your letters. I learn so much about this continent because of you. It is so fascinating. We are walking on the creation of dragons. Dragons so big they form entire mountain ranges and countries. I cannot believe it, yet it is true.”

“It is beyond fascinating, isn’t it?” 

“Yes. I feel so excited each time a new letter arrives. Your chamber mates sound so wonderful as well.”

“They are. We didn’t get along at first because they were weary of me because I am a boy, but we talk a lot these days.”

“That is so wonderful to hear. The girl you share a chamber with sounds very kind.”

“Yes ___, she is the kindest person. She paid me company when nobody else did. She is very kind”, Hoseok says and blinks his eyes dreamily.

“Beautiful as well?”

“Oh yes, quite beautiful actually”, Hoseok says. He sees no weirdness in Taehyung’s question as the young prince calls many people beautiful. He is an artist after all and sees beauty in all shapes and forms.

“Do I sense a hint of affection in your voice?” Taehyung asks, sending sudden nervousness to Hoseok’s chest. The mischief in Taehyung’s eyes only strengthen Hoseok’s coyness.

“What? No, not like this. Oh, I would never disrespect her in such ways”, Hoseok insists with flushed cheeks.

“You keep mentioning her in your letters.”

“Yes, well. Well, that is because…Taehyung no, I would never. She shows no signs of interest. How disrespectful would it be of me to see her in such a light? She is merely a very good friend.”

Taehyung grins knowingly, “very well, if you say so.”

Hoseok clears his throat loudly, wishing for his pulse to slow down again. 

Taehyung places the glintstone on the table and scoots closer to Hoseok.

“Do you have more stories to tell? I want to know everything you learn and experience”, he ask.

“Mhm”, Hoseok thinks for a moment, “I do”, he exclaims.

“Tell me. I want to know”, Taehyung is practically sitting on the edge of his seat in utter curiosity.

“Long ago there was a sorcerer at this school.”

“A sorcerer? So boys can learn magic?”

“Yes, well”, Hoseok hesitates for a moment, “forget it. I just remembered that this is a rather sad story to tell.”

“No please. Now you must tell me. What happened to the sorcerer?”

“Well”, Hoseok begins with a saddened sigh, “we have entrance to a system of caves. The caves are filled with glintstone, their songs always fill the air.”

“Oh how wonderful.”

“The sorcerer always practiced his spells in these caves and because he was surrounded by their potent magic, his powers grew more and more each day.”

“Oh no, this doesn’t sound good. Did he hurt someone?”

Hoseok shakes his head, “do you know that the glintstone breath was Razula’s curse?”

Taehyung nods his head, “yes, it was a sickness which killed her in the end. She turned to glintstone and died this way.”

“The sorcerer suffered the same fate.”

Taehyung gasps.

“One day, the magic grew too powerful for him and turned him into glintstone. His crystallised body is still in the caves until this day.”

“Oh this terrible. I feel so sad for him”, Taehyung gasps, “what a gruesome way to die.”

“Indeed”, Hoseok agrees.

They share a moment of silence in respect of the cursed sorcerer.

“He is the reason why there aren’t boys allowed at school.”

“What say you?!”

“Yes”, Hoseok nods his head, “Sorceress Ciri, she teaches magical history, told us that because of him, the school decided not to take boys as students. She said that his greed for power would show in other boys as well and they did not want to risk it.”

“This is terribly unjust. This sorcerer was greedy, but it wasn’t because he was a boy.”

“Indeed. Some of my fellow students said the same thing. I felt very welcome when they said it.”

Taehyung smiles, “I think it is very good that they spoke up”, he caresses his friend’s arm, “and that you managed to get in.”

“Yes, me too. Now all I have to do is find my connection to magic. Oh Taehyung, I feel so helpless. Everyone in my class has already found their connection. Some even found their worth already, while still I haven’t found my connection yet.”

“Their worth?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head to the side in question.

“There is magic all around us and everyone can find a connection to it. However, only a few are worthy to truly wield magic. The worthy people are marked by the magic. Some grow purple markings on their skin, for some their eyes change into a purple shade and for others, their hair turns purple. It is a visual sign that the magic deemed this person worthy. It isn’t just enough to connect to it, the magic must accept the person.”

“So it isn’t truly the person’s decision to learn magic, but that of magic itself?”

“Yes”, Hoseok says and sighs in defeat, “and I even struggle to connect to it. How should it ever see me worthy?”

“Well”, Taehyung begins, “Sorceress Selen thinks you worthy and I believe that this must mean something.”

“What if she was wrong about me?”

“I truly do not think that she was. I also think that you are worthy.”

“I know. Thank you. At least one of us needs to believe.”

“Yes, I will continue to believe. I will believe with such passion that it will be enough for both of us.”

Hoseok smiles fondly at his best friend.

“You are truly such a light, Tae”, he says and reaches out to caress his hand, “I am grateful to have you as my best friend.”

[radiosummons]

Do you guys ever wonder if Obi-Wan had a moment where he just, I don't know, sat down and thought about the sheer number of Sith coming after him and only him specifically?

I know it's pretty much just a meme at this point in the SW fandom that Obi-Wan has something like a sixth sense or something for attracting literally almost every Dark Side user in the nearest vicinity.

But, like ... if you remember how Obi-Wan is potrayed as a Jedi Initiate and later on as a Padawan, it's kinda crazy/hilarious to think about how this super anxious and emotional kid, who constantly questioned whether he would ever measure up to the expectations placed on him (by himself and others), went on to not only become one of the most famous Jedi in the galaxy but also a sort of legend in his own right. And then straight up became so popular that even the Sith couldn't ignore him.

And this arguably all sort of started after he defeated Maul (for the first time), who was believed at the time to be the first Sith/Sith Lord to appear in over a millenium. And not only did he gain the title of Sith Killer, but he later joined the Jedi Council as one of their youngest members and then went on to play a pivotal role in the Clone Wars as High General.

Like ... he was already a pretty big deal in his own right before the Clone Wars even began. But once the war was in full swing, the man never fucking stopped.

Besides obvious plot and writing reasons, it does sort of make sense then for all these Sith and Dark Side users to constantly target Obi-Wan. I mean, what Sith wouldn't wanna have at least one go at the legendary "Sith Killer?" Why wouldn't they want to test their abilities against a famous Jedi, especially when their head honcho Sith Lord is all but begging them to do everything they can to just fucking end him?

But then, of course, because Obi-Wan is Obi-Wan and he's never one to back down from a challenge, I do find it very compelling and hilarious that his go to reaction when faced with a Sith/Dark Sider is to just taunt and drag them for filth. It's almost like he can't help himself. He's just so clearly unimpressed with them and it's really funny to see the Sith/Dark Sider he's facing get riled up over that. They take is so fucking personally. Every. Single. Time.

Like: "How fucking dare he not take me seriously! How dare he imply that I'm not his equal! How dare he criticize my fashion sense and my abilities in the force! How dare he try to lecture me on the better way to execute my attacks (even if that was actually sort of helpful advice, but I will die before I ever admit that)!"

The fucking gall of this guy, amiright fellas?

So to get back to my original point: Do you guys think Obi-Wan ever regretted his flirting/taunting tactics? Because clearly all those ever did was sort of encourage the Sith/Dark Siders he faced to become a little bit more obsessed with him. Maybe even a little enamored (not in a romantic sense, but no shame to those who like this interpretation). It's weird 'cause aside from Darth Sidious, most of the Sith Obi-Wan encounters seem to sort of respect him? If not on an individual level, at they very least they respect him as a worthy opponent and fighter.

(Small aside: I don't know if I'd go so far as to say Maul ever truly respected Obi-Wan. I'm sure on some level he must have because he literally made obsessing over Obi-Wan his entire personality. But I'd concede that maybe somewhere, deep deep DEEP down in his tiny little cockroach of a heart, Maul respected Obi-Wan enough to at least hate him to the point that even death could not stop him from continuing to wreak havoc on his life.)

And while, yes, this tactic is very amusing to watch and clearly a quite successful one ... I can't help but wonder if maybe it works a little too well. Lord knows Anakin/Darth Vader and Maul never got over Obi-Wan's little taunts. And Asajj seemed to all but look forward to trading witty remarks with him at every given opportunity, even when they were temporary allies. Dooku, of course, basically went full grandpa mode trying to reconnect with his grandson and then took full offense to said grandson not buying into his Sithy bullshit. Obi-Wan didn't even give Dooku a chance to finish submitting his request for adoption/Force custody before dragging his ass for failing Qui-Gon.

I'm almost willing to bet that if Obi-Wan had been alone in a room with Darth Sidious (master plan and true identity fully revealed), Sheev would just withered to an even wrinklier raisin after the absolute READ Obi-Wan would have given him.

Tldr: I just think the idea of a worn out Obi-Wan lying face down on the floor while regretting all his life choices--mainly the whole "I must throw my opponents off by flirting as much as possible. Yes, this is an actual tactic and not am excusable way I can be petty while not violating the Jedi Code"--is a fucking hilarious mental image.

[bimbo-writer]

👻Scream for me👻

Vil schoenheit x fem! reader

Contains: vampire vil, demon reader, blood, breeding, biting, choking, degradation, praise, overstimulation, kinda sadistic vil.

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A dark and hallow night perfect for a demon to go and steal the soul of whatever stupid mortal is out this late. You waited till it hit midnight and left in a black skirt and crop top to help attract humans to you. Tonight was good the moon shined bright with darkness covering the city.

It wasn't busy with people but there where a few drunkies and teenage girls hanging out overall not bad. As you walked the streets you heard commotion coming from a back alley way. Normally you wouldn't think twice about just walking away but something told you to check it out. Creeping closer trying not to make a sound you see a tall blonde man.

He looked rather handsome in the little light there was. "Can I help you" he asked taking a step forward trying to intimidate you, "no just checking on the noise" you said backing up just a bit. The alley seemed empty still you spotted a small trail of blood leading further into the alley.

"You doing something illegal back there buddy" you asked pointing to the small trail taking a step forward. "Oh you mean my last snack no but since your so nosy you can join him" he lunged forward, you dodged just before he could grab your wrist. "Ok look here buddy I'm not in the mood for my next meal to fight me either" your words took him by surprise.

"Wait your not human either" his question wasn't a surprise but it sounds like he didn't believe you. "Yeah I'm a demon or rather half succubus" his eyes grew wide before smirking, "so your out cause your horny" his tone was mocking. "No asshole I'm here cause I'm hungry and I need a soul" you spat back angrily as he laughed.

"I'm just playing darling don't be so serious" he said crossing his arms at your little outburst. "Well unless your signing up to be mu next meal I'm gonna split" you said turning to leave before he grabbed your wrist. "Wait what if we hunt together you know pretend to be a lost together" he asked, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

With him around it would make the clean up a little easier, "fine, but don't pull anything funny or else" you warned as he let go of your hand. You two walked around for a bit before finding a couple of teens walking around clearly high. "I'll take the boy you take the girls" you whispered Vil nodding in understatement, you walked ahead pretending to lightly trip in front of the boy.

He caught you before you fell and you thanked him before asking him if he wanted to go somewhere for a good time. The girls had walked in front to be met with Vil and his charming words as he led them to a alleyway to give you a chance to strike.

"Thank you for catching me how about I reward you" you said batting your eyelashes at him. He seemed excited as you brought your lips to his in a kiss but unfortunately for him it didn't last long as you sucked his soul from him in seconds. His body fell to the floor as soon as you let go and dragged it into the alley Vil went into.

It was bloody to say the least, "you clean up amazingly" you said rolling your eyes at the mess. "Well you handled yours splendidly" he mocked back pointing to the limp body in your hands. "Yeah well at least mine is clean" you spat back throwing the body in the trash can, "now that that's done wanna go do something fun" you asked with a tiny bit of teasing. It wasn't because you where honry no you just wanted to see how far you could get with him.

The idea of fucking stranger wasn't exactly appealing just curious if you did how good would it be. Would be rough or soft with you, what kind of kinks did he have?

"By fun do you mean, you want me" he asked stepping closer as your back hit the brick wall. "Maybe" you teased wanting to see his reaction, "well let's see how sensitive you are" he whispered bringing his knee between your skirt just brealy touching your cunt. "Ahh" a small moan fell from your lips as Vil took the opportunity to push his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

You tried closing your legs but Vils hands spread them apart quick, the feeling of his hand just barely above your clit driving you crazy. Whimpers slipping from your lips as his fingers slowly worked your folds, "Vil please-" your begs cut short with his other hand coming up to your throat choking you lightly. The feeling of his hand choking you making it hard not to moan, head becoming light from lack of air.

"You really are a slut" he spat moving his fingers to your clit rubbing it slowly, more moans falling out like music to his ears. "Please" you begged starting to feel tense, "please what bitch use your words" mean insults making you blush more. "Please fuck me already" you begged needing him to fill you with his cum, "well since you asked so nicely I can but where going to a love hotel it'll add to the feel" he mused.

You nodded in agreement as he pulled his fingers away the pleasurable feeling leaving with it. As the two of you walked you teased him with words of degradation and he did the same. The tension growing bigger the more the two of you walked, "so before we do this I have to know is it small" you asked teasingly knowing the answer already just looking at his pants. "For your information it's 10 inches" he smirked as your face flushed with thoughts of what it could look like.

"I won't believe it till I see it" you fussed not wanting it bit to true, but at the same time excited. "Well where already so lets find out" he teased as you two had arrived at the hotel, walking in there was a slow song playing over the speaker with a woman behind the counter. "Hello how can I help you today" she asked with a small smile, "how about deluxe room for an hour and a half on the tab Vile" he smiled back.

"Of course sir, would you like to add anything special to the room" she questioned, "no just tye standard packages fine" he smiled. "Alrighty then your room is ready for you, hears your key" handing Vil the key he took your hand leading you down the hallway. "So you've been here before" you asked wondering just how many women he's slept with, "yeah sometimes woman practically throw themselves at me".

His words made you feel a little sad but you knew this had to be the case since he looked so good. The door opened to reveal a lavish bed with sex toys and costumes for every fantasy. "Wow this is awesome" you beamed looking around at the various things, "yeah bit the best part is that the room is sound proof" his voice sounded ominous. You turned around to see him taking his shirt off toned abs underneath the garment.

"Ooo someone looks sexy" you teased walking up to trail his body, working your way from his arms to the hem of his pants. "Well someone's excited" he said grabbing your cheek bringing you closer, the warm feeling giving you butterflies in your stomach. "I'm not the only one who's sexy without clothes darling" he teased pressing a kiss to you cheek.

"Is that so" you questioned slowly slipping your skirt off, then your shirt leaving you in only your underwear. "Yeah, just look at you" he praised moving to undue your bra, cupping the exposed flesh. A small whimper leaving as your throat, hands working skillfully to pull more wines from you. "So sexy and all for me" he groaned moving to suck dark hickeys on the nape of your neck, hands trailing down to your mound pressing up lightly.

"Mhh" more whimpers falling from your lips as the stimulation starts to increase, "your getting wet aren't you" Vil whispered in your ear rubbing light circles on your clit. He finally pulled away from your neck pushing you on the bed, crawling between your legs. Dragging your panties down exposing your wet cunt for him to see, "you really are a horny succubus" he teased spreading your legs farther.

"You want it raw baby" he asked pulling out a condom from the draw of the nightstand, his question had you pause. There was the possibility of getting pregnant but all you could.think about was him stuffing you full with his semen. "Let's do it raw" you whispered with flushed cheeks, he smirked and took his pants off exposing his hardened cock.

The tip was a dark red with precum oozing from the slit, he fisted his cock a few times before placing the tip at your entrance. Teasing you with just the tip collecting your juices for extra lubricant, "Vil quit teasing" you whimpered wanting him to fill you already. "Such a greedy little whore" he grabbed your thighs tight before thrusting in filling you to the brim. His thrust where hard and fast leaving little room to talk whines getting caught in your throat.

"Oh fuck" the feeling of his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix repeatedly hitting it the feeling bringing you closer to an orgasm. "Vil gonna cum" you choked out as his thrust refused to let up hitting the spot deep inside you that drew you crazy. "Gonna cum on my cock huh? Gonna be a good whore and cum" he mused hand finding it's way to your folds spreading them further letting his cock go deeper.

"Shit-" your screams drowning out the sounds of skin clapping along with your sloppy cunt. Groans and moans filling the room as your high approached quickly with Vil pounding you relentlessly fingers moving to circle your clit. "Fucking hell" you cursed creaming on Vils cock body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

"So good baby. Such a good girl coming on my cock" he praised thrust starting to get sloppy. He trusted deeper and deeper till it felt like he was splitting you in two, "I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna breed this greedy pussy" his words making you blush. The thought of having him breed you turned you on sending you into overstimulation as he circled your clit harder and faster with your second orgasm seconds away.

Vil hilted deep inside your womb spilling his seed inside "holy fuck- yeah take it baby take my cum and get pregnant". His fingers made quick work as your second orgasm came crashing over you, the euphoric feeling causing your body to shake. Your hands searching to find anything to hold for support. Moans filled the room as the two of you held each other lovingly calming down from the orgasm's.

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"Huff- That was amazing" you breathed out exhausted cupping his cheek, he put his hand over yours leaning down to give you a loving kiss. That feeling of love coming back you weren't used to this, you weren't used to catching feelings like this. Your thoughts got the better of you a small blush creeping to your face. "Dear your blushing" Vil teased as he pulled away from you, "I- I know it's just..." your voice grew into a whisper at the last words.

"Just what?" Vil questioned leaning closer concerned for your health, "It's just I'm not used to this sort of attention, sure guys fucked me but right after they would just leave" Vil's eyes grew dark with sadness for you. You never had proper aftercare from someone, "well your with me for the rest of the night we'll go back to my place and watch a movie and cuddle once you rest some more".

Small tears started to well up in your eyes as you never felt so loved before, "thank you" you muttered giving Vil one last kiss before dozing off.

[lunarticxenia]

Moon Signs Pt. 2

Hi guys here’s part 2 of the moon sign series! After I post this, I’m going to be focusing more on answering your questions, I have a lot to answer. Thanks so much for all the support! Without further ado, here’s Libra through Pisces moons! 

🌵Libra Moon: You guys LOVE attention, and you don’t even try to hide it LMAO. One of my good friends is a Libra moon and he literally loves to say outlandish things just to get a reaction from us and to get attention from us if we’re not talking to him enough in a conversation. Libra moons also love relationships and if underdeveloped they may feel incomplete without one. They can also be very dependent on their partner for happiness as well. However, they are romantic and in love with love. They’re also extremely sensitive and are very feminine. Even in men, it gives them a more feminine touch to their personality. They also hold their morals in very high regard. They have their set morals and won’t change them for anything or anyone. They also tend to hate conflict and usually shy away from confrontation. They’re also too nice, WAYYYYYY too nice. You guys need to be more assertive LMAO. They’re also extremely optimistic and if they don’t believe in that particular way they at least try to be optimistic with others. They’re always reminding you the glass is half full. Also, Libra moons are mad clingy. Even with those they’re not dating LMAO. My Libra moon friend whenever I try to leave the FaceTime Call, he’s like “Don’t go... :(”. They just love to be around the ones they love. They’re also in love with beauty, and all things beautiful in the world. They’re lovers of music, art, film, and literature. Libra moons also have a softness in their eyes, I can’t describe it. This girl I used to like has a Libra moon and her eyes were just so soft. They’re also extremely indecisive, they tend to flip flop between who they wanna be and what they wanna do. They also aren’t shy when it comes to compliments, they will compliment TF out of you. They’re the best hype man. They also put others before themselves a lot, and can be very shy upon first meeting them. However once they feel comfortable around you they open up. One last thing, I feel like they tend to like anyone who’s nice to them...don’t attack me. LMAO.  

🌵Scorpio Moon: I feel like Scorpio moons have about ten different playlists relating to their emotions and still won’t open up to anyone about how they feel. Scorpio moons I feel have such intense emotions that they just don’t deal with them and they tend to implode after a while. I relate to them a lot in that respect tbh with my Sun square Moon, because that’s how I am. You guys are also super passionate and super creative. Every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been really creative in some way whether it be makeup, fashion style, or artwork. I’ve also noticed that this is a very alluring placement, there’s this intriguing way about them, and like Aries Moons, they have a fire in their eyes. Their gaze is INTENSE. They’re also very selective with who they let close to them, they don’t let just anybody in. They’re also very good at reading other people and seeing people’s true intentions. They have an extremely good intuition. If underdeveloped this can be used to manipulate other people, as well as being compulsive liars. Scorpio moons are also very protective over the ones they love. If you mess with anyone they care about, they will kill you. End of story. Also I feel like every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been through the wringer, like they’ve really had some hard experiences, it’s so sad to me. Scorpio moons are also extremely stubborn, remember this is a fixed sign. Scorpio moons ain’t playing, once they’ve settled on something, they’re not budging. Also, can we just say, masters at investigating people. These are the friends you want stalking your ex’s social media. They will find out everything. They’re also really good psychologists as well, almost all the Scorpio moons I’ve met are actually Psychology majors LMAO. They’re very good at finding the root causes of people’s issues. I also feel like Scorpio moons undergo a lot of transformations in their lives. I’ve known a Scorpio moon for about 10 years now and he’s undergone so many different transformations in his life. Mentally and physically. They’re also extremely sarcastic and have a tendency to be pessimistic. They’re also mad scary when angry. I’ve seen them angry before, as an Aries moon, even I get a little scared.... love y’all tho. 

🌵Sagittarius Moon: The funniest people ever. Sagittarius moons always have me laughing my ass off. Their sense of humor is very diverse. They tend to stick with sarcasm and like to say outlandish things to make people laugh. Also, I feel like Sagittarius moons tend to go for science/math oriented careers or at least have an interest in those subjects. I know four Sag moons, and they’re all in STEM it’s actually crazy. They’re also extremely blunt and honest, especially when it comes to people they don’t like LMAO. They make it very clear when they don’t like someone, it’s so funny. They’re also just so much fun, like they’re genuinely so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I’ve never not had a good time hanging out with a Sagittarius moon. I feel like Sag moons however tend to struggle with asserting themselves a lot of times, until they get really fed up.  They’re very much go with the flow kinda people, and this can be to their detriment especially with the ones they love, they don’t wanna rock the boat. However, they also make really good mediators and are good at settling arguments. They also really like to travel, and likely have traveled a lot. All the Sagittarius moons I know have traveled to at least 4+ countries. They love traveling the world, and I’ve also noticed move or want to move far away from their childhood home. They wanna explore everything the world has to offer. My cousin who’s a Sag moon left her parents’ house to move a few states away and my other friend who’s a Sag moon wants to move to the other side of the country. These individuals also tend to like foreign culture as well. I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to like foreign music or foreign tv shows. I feel like they also tend to ignore their emotions when they get sad and just don’t like to deal with their emotions. They also don’t like to talk about how they feel and will brush sad things off because it’s just too upsetting for them. However, once the emotions boil over, just like their anger, they will blow up LMAO. I’ve also noticed that they’re really good at teaching people things? Like my Sag moon friend explained this Chemistry equation to me I couldn’t understand and I got it after 10 minutes. Natural teachers. 

🌵 Capricorn Moon: Guys, it’s okay to open up. You don’t have to pretend to be so strong all the time, you’re not weak for showing your emotions. Anyway, Cap moons have high expectations for people, and will not tolerate any bs from people. I seriously commend them for that. I feel like Cap moons struggle with how their points are being expressed, they can say one thing, but it’s seen as something else. While Capricorn moons may struggle with expressing their emotions, I haven’t found them to be closed off or cold when meeting them. Every Capricorn moon I’ve met has warmed up to me very quickly and have been super nice. I feel like they’re very friendly and once they have a conversation with you they’re really warm and kind. Also, they’re not afraid of anything?? Except for showing their feelings maybe. But like, they’re so open to trying new things like scary rollercoasters and aren’t afraid to fight for themselves if they have to. Also, super fucking ambitious. I wish I could be ambitious. These people will really have like three jobs, be in school, and tend to household responsibilities. I don’t know how you guys do it. Now everyone says Capricorn moons are just analytical and systematic when confronted with conflict, and I personally haven’t found that to be true. If they feel wronged?? Nah. They’re not going to be systematic or logical or anything. They will go off. As for personal challenges, yes they’ll be more analytical. But I feel like everyone boils down Cap moons to emotionless and machine-like nerds, which I find to be very untrue. Capricorn moons are very soft once they’re vulnerable with you, and genuinely feel like they’re bothering people when they show their emotions and feel weak for showing them. Also I’ve noticed that their mom is a big motivator for their success. Their moms always push them to do their best in work and school. If poorly aspected, they could feel too pressured by their moms to do well. Also, they’re so underrated for being funny. They have a really dry sense of humor and it’s well developed. I also feel like they get overlooked for putting others before themselves, when it comes to the people they love they’ll do anything for them. Brb gonna go give my Cap moon friends a hug. 

🌵Aquarius Moon: You guys are just so unique. There’s something unique about each and every Aquarius moon, whether it’s a quirk or a hobby. These people are literally the best to talk to. It’s so easy to have a conversation with them, they really can talk about anything. I’ve also noticed that Aquarius moons tend to be interested in astrology and tarot and things of that kind. Every Aquarius moon I’ve met has been really interested in it, and even involved in it. I feel like they also have big dreams, and have big plans for themselves. Aquarius moons also love to get lost in their music and tend to use it as an escape. This can be a problem because they tend to avoid dealing with their feelings. They also go between reacting to things really heavily vs not reacting at all. It just seems like it goes back and forth. They speak up with things are unjust however only to their friends or online. They just don’t like to deal with face to face conflict in that regard. They also give really great advice. My best friend is an Aquarius moon and she always gives me the best advice. She knows me better than I know myself tbh. I feel like Aquarius moons relish in being unique LMAO. I’m 99% sure they had an “I’m not like other girls” phase. I feel like this placement always tends to space out and daydream a lot. They also aren’t the types to just lash out at people, their anger is more subtle (unless they have other placements of course). I feel like Aquarius moons also have a lot of friends but they tend to have a small group of friends that they tend to be super super close with. They’re also...really charming? I don’t know what it is, but like every single one I’ve met has been really charming and likable. They also have a really goofy sense of humor and love to do wild shit to make people laugh. I feel like some downsides of Aquarius moons are that they tend to be too analytical and rationalize things too much, and they inadvertently invalidate other people’s feelings. Aquarius moons are also super open minded to all opinions. I have a friend who I tend to disagree with on certain issues but they’ve always been open to hearing my opinion. They also love to travel too. I’ve noticed that as well. 

🌵Pisces Moon: To think, I was almost one of you guys. No seriously I almost was, if I were born four hours earlier I would’ve been a Pisces moon LMAO. Anyhoo, Pisces moons are just so sweet. I don’t know how else to start, they literally are the sweetest people and give off this mystical type of aura. They’re very otherworldly. Also, these people daydream 24/7. They put Aquarius moons to shame in daydreaming. This girl I like is a Pisces moon and I always catch her daydreaming LMAO. They’re also extremely sensitive too and feel things so deeply. They try to hide how they feel from people, but you can see it in their eyes. I can always tell when my Pisces moon friend is upset just by the look in her eyes. They also tend to be introverted and it takes a while for them to warm up to someone. My co-worker is a Pisces moon and it took 2 weeks for her to finally start talking to me LMAO. They also have really vivid and wild dreams too. I feel like my Pisces moon friend is always telling me about some wild dream they had like that they were in a castle or in an ocean. They also can be really moody, they can be fine one second and then get really sad out of nowhere. Their emotions are like the ocean. I feel like another downside of Pisces Moons are that they can be very manipulative however this is really with any underdeveloped water moon/sun placement. I also feel like they tend to be escapists a lot. They don’t like to deal with reality a lot, and they see the best in everything and everyone even if it’s to their demise. They’re also super friendly and are nice to everyone they meet, even if they’re reserved they’re still very sweet. They’re also extremely creative too, I feel like every Pisces moon I’ve ever met has some sort of creative hobby. My co-worker who’s a Pisces moon is working on becoming a photographer and her stuff is AMAZING. I think that’s because they see the best in the world and the beauty in everything; and they know how to show that in their work so others can see the world like they do. They’re also super empathetic and are really good listeners. You can talk to them about anything and feel understood. :) 

So this wraps up my moon sign series! I hope you guys liked it! Again, don’t take offense these are just my opinions on each moon sign! Hope you guys enjoyed, and if you don’t see your moon sign here it’s likely in part one.