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For You: AU!Claggor x Reader

Summary: In the alternate timeline, Powder encourages you to admit your feelings for Claggor.

Words: 800+

Author's Notes: Adult alternate timeline Claggor is fine af so I wrote this short oneshot. Also I just needed to write something more lighthearted and cute after writing that devastating Viktor fic earlier. Enjoy <3

“I don’t get why you can’t just tell him,” Powder huffs, shuffling through her drawers for a particular brush. She glides on eyeshadow in your favorite colors, endlessly teasing you while she works, “It’s obvious he’s liked you since we were kids.”

“Oh, like finally admitting your feelings to Ekko was so easy,” you roll your eyes, causing her to scold you for opening them. “Besides, that’s not even true. He probably just sees me like a sister.”

“Look,” Powder tilts your chin up as she applies blush to your cheeks. “As someone who was actually raised as his sister, I can promise you he treats you differently. I catch him staring at you all the time, and he goes out of his way to be nice to you. Like, he literally made a new hybrid flower for you for your last birthday. What is it you’re not getting?”

“He gives plants to everyone, I don’t think I was special,” you shrug, pressing out your lips so Powder can swipe on some gloss.

“You’re a lost cause sometimes,” she sighs with a laugh. “Come on, it’s time to make our entrance.”

-

The Innovator’s Competition is crowded as usual, with loud music and ambient lights showering the entries and guests. Powder meets up with Ekko while you go to grab a drink and browse the inventions.

People start dancing, and you sway back and forth a bit to the beat. You don’t particularly want to third wheel right now, so you make do on the sidelines. You’re closer to the snacks here, anyway.

“Wow, Y/N. You look beautiful.”

You whip your head towards the voice, your mouth stuffed with one of Jericho’s famous, sloppy appetizers.

“Oh! Hi, Claggor!” You swallow as quickly as you can and wipe your face with your sleeve. “Sorry, um, thank you.”

“Anytime,” he chuckles. “How come you’re not out there dancing?”

“I...I just don’t like dancing alone,” you say, your eyes darting back to Powder and the other couples and friend groups on the dance floor.

“Well let’s go then,” he extends his hand to you.

You smile and take it, weaving through the crowd as he pulls you towards the middle. You see Powder give you a thumbs up before your attention is back on Claggor, and suddenly the crowded room feels less overwhelming.

You let lose, showing off your most ridiculous dance moves without a worry in the world. That was the thing about Claggor, he always made you feel safe, like you could be yourself whenever he was around. There is never a glimmer of judgment in his eyes, never an inkling of unkindness. He’s been your most stable and trusted friend for years—he played with you, explored the city with you, mourned with you, rejoiced with you. He’s just that kind of guy, with a heart of gold that never wavers.

But if you told him how you really feel—how you’ve felt since you were young—things might not be the same.

-

After the competition, Claggor takes the scenic route while walking you home, showing you a couple new gardens he’s been working on around the city. He hopes that one day plant life can be the key to the pollution problem in the underground, a dream that isn’t too far off with the latest hybrids and prototypes he’s made. It’s fascinating, and you’ve always admired his natural talent with nature.

He picks you a flower from one of the gardens, the kind he knows are your favorite.

“For you,” he says, slithering the stem into your hair. His hands, his face—it’s all so dangerously close now. You can feel his warmth, feel his gentle gaze.

Maybe Powder’s right, no man who saw you as just a friend would look at you like this.

You take the chance and close the space between you, kissing him quickly before stepping back to gauge his reaction.

He immediately pulls you back in, grabbing you by the waist and kissing you harder. You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers twiddling with his soft wavy hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he says, your lips barely moving apart.

“I think I have some idea,” you giggle.

“Would you look at that, what did I tell ya?” You see Powder and Ekko coming around the corner, clearly ecstatic about this new opportunity to tease you. “Finally.”

Claggor keeps holding you close as you fire back, “Did you follow us just to say ‘I told you so’?”

“Nah, I didn’t even know you left the party yet,” Powder laughs. “But boy am I glad I saw this!”

She keeps walking with Ekko, whispering and chuckling as they go. You and Claggor can’t help but burst into your own fit of laughter as well, basking in the hilarity of the whole situation.

“We’ll never live this down, will we?” Claggor smirks.

“Absolutely not.”

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She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)

Trevor Zegras x Reader - Instagram AU

Warning(s): Angst

Summary: Based off Tate McRae's song She's All I Wanna Be :)

dixiedamelio just posted a photo!!

liked by charlidamelio, mileycyrus, trevorzegras, and 1,250,542 others

dixiedamelio Inner Miley Cyrus Bangerz era.... oh and pc to Z

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user1 ok but her suit slays

user2 anybody else notice she didn't tag Trevor? Little sis if you ask me

user3 We all know they're together at this point. They just don't want to rip the bandaid off

user2 Right? We all know he dumped yourusername to be with Dixie. He's just trying to avoid confirmation

charlidamelio 🦆

addisonrae Bod goals af

trevorzegras 😳

trevorzegras sorry still in awe of u

user4 He doesn't even try to hide it

yourusername just posted a photo!

liked by jackhughes, yourbff, jamiedrysdale, colecaufield and 1,475,998 others

yourusername you want the girl with the small waist, and the perfect smile

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user1 She's always been so gorgeous I am obsessed w/her

user2 Glad to see a model who has the same body type as me owning it 🥰

user3 Yeeesshhhh Trevor's loss

user4 Why would she post something like this when her body looks like that? It's actually horrendous 🤢

user1 This is what healthy looks like first off? Second off she's a gym influencer who heavy lifts? What's your talent? Tell me her confidence levels are annoying you without actually telling me fr user4

yourbff Currrrves for daysss

yourbff Hottie w/ a body??!

jackhughes Bestie looking fine as always

yourbff um jackhughes bye she's my bff get your own bff since your last one has a trashy looking type jackhughes Shhhh don't expose me like that we don't claim it

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trevorzegras Obsessed w/ u

tagged: dixiedamelio

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user1 well this wasn't on my bingo card

user2 omg isn't that Charli's sister? I forgot her name. What does she do???

user1 I'm dead, you really clowning her lmfao user2

user3 So much prettier than what's her face

user4 I miss yourusername

user5 It's the fact that she's back to her darker hair? Anyone finding that a little weird?

dixiedamelio All heart eyes for you 😘

yourusername just posted a photo!

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yourusername if you say she's nothing to worry about, then why'd close your eyes when I said it out loud?

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jackhughes Bring me my matcha latte

yourusername I'd already be there if someone didn't drop it, so we're getting you a new one jackhughes yourbff It wasn't my fault the door didn't announce its presence..... jackhughes only you'd blame the door yourbff

user1 Literally love this girl

user2 Kinda crazy Trevor posts Dixie right after yourusername posted. He also never posted her, so what makes Dixie so different lmao

user3 what’s crazier is that Dixie literally just dyed her hair blonde and cut it so short, to now having dark hair and extensions 🤔

yourbff You look sooo good

yourbff IM obsessed w/ YOU

user4 The shade lmfao crazy

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dixiedamelio thanks vanity fair for the fun day 💅🏼

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user1 ohhhh boy…

user2 Yeah it’s scary how much she’s tryna look like yourusername

tanamongeau Wow Dix ballsy as fuck lmao

yourbff interesting.

user3 SO glad yourbff sees it too

user4 Dixie can try to look like her, but she won’t ever be able to lift like her. Bet she can’t lift anything over ten pounds

jackhughes just posted a photo!

liked by yourbff, colecaufield, l_hughes03, yourusername and 5,973,899 others

jackhughes We can lay on her and she still doesn’t feel a thing. Probably could lift us both with her eyes closed

tagged: yourusername, colecaufield

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user1 I’m living for Jack being on her side during this lmfao

user2 The SHADE LMFAO JACK

user3 Let’s see Dixie try to remake this photo bahahah

yourbff Pretty sure you all fell asleep like that too

yourusername we did lmfao

colecaufield comfiest I’ve ever slept

jackhughes 10/10 recommend

yourbff Writing out the yelp review rn

l_hughes03 I call top next time

yourbff just posted a photo!

liked by tatemcrae, yourusername, colecaufield and 1,347,856 others

yourbff I was just as amazed as Tate was when y/n lifted me onto her back. Carrying me on her back as well as she did with her last relationship. Stupid boy making her so sad

tagged: tatemcrae, yourusername

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tatemcrae That last line in your caption sounding a little familiar 🤔🤔

tatemcrae But also me next, me next!!

jackhughes I walked in on this

l_hughes03 I walked out on this

colecaufield I wanna be in on this

yourusername you’re all a pain in my ass on this

yourbff We just love you ok

*liked by yourusername, jackhughes, l_hughes03, colecaufield and tatemcrae*

user1 This friendgroup is what I strive to have in life

user2 Dixie kicking and punching air rn

*liked by yourbff*

dixiedamelio posted a photo!

liked by charlidamelio, trevorzegras, jamiedrysdale, alexturcotte and 4,137,980 others

dixiedamelio all mine plus bff

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user1 Girl keep him lmfao nobody gonna steal him like you did to yourusername

*liked by yourbff*

user2 Nah man not Alex bro rip 🥲🥲

trevorzegras all yours ❤️

charlidamelio He wanted someone he could show off whenever you go out

dixiedamelio I’ll wear a tight mini black dress with all my friends around 💅🏼

user3 ohhhh she PETTY petty

user4 Her and her sister wanna be besties with Tate and yourusername so bad omfg it’s a headache

*liked by yourbff and tatemcrae*

tanamongeau I think I’ve seen similar posts like these somewhere….🤔

yourusername posted a photo!

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yourusername I’m all she wanna be so bad

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user1 OH NOW THIS WAS A TWIST

user2 Not her turning the lyrics around to call out Dixie oop

tatemcrae lyric change approved 😚❤️

yourusername 🥰💅🏼

yourbff kind of like this version better

tatemcrae Glad I’m not the only one

jackhughes Permission to call you mommy after seeing this post?

yourusername denied

yourbff denied

tatemcrae denied

l_hughes03 Wow you got rejected more than me my Freshman year at Umich jackhughes

colecaufield The better looking ex

user3 It’s the fact Trevor liked the post too I’m dead

*liked by yourbff and yourusername*

[goldfades]

Nika with Paige’s little sister, that’s all I’m thinking about 😫

─ warnings | SHORT AF! just fluff! mention of jealousy, nothin' else :)

─ taglist | link is my navigation if you wanna be tagged in my wcbb stuff!

─ ev's notes | lmk if yall like headcanons-bullet point style things cus this is kinda new to me. ALSOOOOO requests are open if you wanna send in a little sum sum, even if it is just some words of encouragement :) enjoy!

you and paige would be really, really close because you guys are so close in age

you guys are practically twins BUT because is the older one, she is the more protective one

especially when it comes to love interests - oh my lord, bless all your previous partners who have had to meet her (and then had to deal with her AFTER your breakup)

she like the last person your partner meet because she WILL give them the "if you hurt her..." talk. she INVENTED that talk

but of course she isn't overbearing about it, she just doesn't wanna see you get hurt yk

anyways, you met nika through paige obviously and just like that, yall clicked and became just as close as her/paige (if not more)

i feel like nika would be the first to catch feelings but it wouldn't occur to her that they were romantic feelings at first

she's like "wow! i really enjoy being around y/n and i miss her a weird amount when she's not with me... and i HATE when she brings up her love interests... or when people try to flirt with her... OH wait"

it kinda just clicks in her mind when she starts getting unreasonably jealous when people flirt with you at parties

and of course it takes her a little while for her to realize like... her feelings were def not just platonic

with you, you thought nika was GORG from the beginning and thought she was like a goddess who graced you with her presence

but you didn't catch feelings as quick as nika, it kinda took a while because in your head, you weren't exactly nika's type

but nika wasn't the best at hiding her obvious feelings for you so when you finally put two and two together, you were first very CONFUSED then it turned into flattery

then more confusion cus WHAT.

nika felt guilty because you were paige's sister and it was kind of like betraying her in a way

cus you were paige's little sister and she knew how she acted with your partners

that was the main reason why it took you both a while to admit your feelings - both of you were anxious for paige's reaction

now all this tension came to a boiling point after a very exciting game for nika, you were obviously in the stands cheering her on

and after a very exculariating win, the first thing she wanted to do was see you

then seeing you turned into kissing you

so yeah... she kissed you, which you happily recipoticated

after that, it was all a blur - you both were just so high off one another that paige wasn't even an concern anymore

and after that, you guys became closer than ever which didn't go unnoticed by paige

of course, she confronts you

you tried to lie to her but ended up fessing up because paige knew you too well

then paige GOT PISSED AND CUT YOU BOTH OFF

jk ofc not

paige is not like that at all - first of all, she was not even surprised because she knew you too well and she knew it was bound to happen

she was so sure it would happen, she took bets with kk and azzi on how long it would take for yall to get together (and of course, paige won cus she's just like that)

you and nika were all like oh! so we wasted months of being scared of telling paige only for her to react not only well, but generally very excited for you two?

but yaya! happy ending!!!!!!

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↳ thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

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Enough

//gn!reader x Chan//

Synopsis: You and you husband go to marriage counseling, but all seems lost.

Genre: angst

Warnings: SAD AF, implied cheating, angsttttt

A/N: I really like this, even though it’s super short and really upsetting 🥹 (gonna have to make a happy Chan fic after this)

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Do you love me, Chris?” You ask, tears already running down your face. Your husband sits next to you, head down to avoid your gaze.

The marriage counselor in front of you watched with wide eyes as if her favorite TV show is beginning to reach its climax.

You couldn’t believe you were sitting there, 3 years of marriage and 6 years of being together seemingly going to waste as your husband continues to ignore your question. A question that shouldn’t bring hesitancy, it should have been a quick yes.

But he sits there, quiet. As the seconds go on, your sadness turns into pure anger. You were starting to see red, and you wanted nothing more than to tear that office apart.

“ANSWER ME” You scream, startling both him and the counselor.

Poor woman, she wanted to stop the impending fight but she stayed frozen, the shock being too much for her.

“…why are you asking me that?” He finally speaks, making your heart rate start to quicken.

He didn’t say yes….

It seemed like your relationship was flashing before your eyes. The day you met, the first date, him proposing, then your wedding.

The first year was amazing, the second year seemed perfect, and it was the start of the third that everything started to go downhill.

“Wow,” You say, completely shocked and disappointed, “So you fell out of love?”

“Y/n-”

“It’s a yes or no Chris. Stop beating around the fucking bush and tell me.”

“You don’t have to swear at me”

“And you don’t have to sit here and waste my FUCKING time over a relationship that’s clearly over.”

You stand, grab your bag, and walk towards the door. Chris finally looks up, meeting your fiery eyes.

You wonder if he’s going to beg for you to sit back down. If you walked out the door right now, would he follow? Would he cry and beg for you to stay with him?

Would he reveal that this whole thing was just a big joke? Nothing was real! The distancing himself, the taking extended work trips every weekend, the random person calling his phone at 3 am, and ESPECIALLY the act he’s putting on now.

You hoped he would, but he only stared at you. His eyes were glossy, but no tears fell.

“6 years,” you say quietly, glaring at your once loving and devoted husband, “You wasted 6 years of my life. Years I could have spent traveling, finding myself- or a person who would actually love me”

“I did love you”

Did….past tense.

The ache in your heart grew, making your chest hurt so bad you nearly cried out in pain. You didn’t, though. You cried and screamed enough, you won’t allow him the pleasure of seeing how much he’s breaking you.

The counselor suddenly breaks out of her trance and asks you to sit back down, but you refuse.

There’s no point. It’s over a done deal. There’s no fixing this relationship.

“I hate you” Is the last thing you say before walking out of that office.

Once in your car, you find yourself holding in sobs.

You cried enough, no more.

[distortedclouds]

with @moonspirit aruani neck-kissing hours still fresh in my brain as a concept. it is a real thing because Annie is a serial hoodie wearer. she's always covering up that neck (because it's sensitive sure, we all know that headcanon 😌 but also because its cozy AF!) BUT THEN! she wears a suit and oh?? 👀 the neck is out! and he can't stop looking at it all the damn time! especially if she puts her hair up for practical work, even more neck now!!! nape of neck even wow!!!

I'm saying boy short-circuits quite easily

[kindred-spirit-93]

jazzy!! & apollo

hello yall im back on my bs (biscuit soliloquy) with my wonderful oc jazzy and a modern au i came up with when i opened my eyes this morning lol. u can find a little lore on ma blog under the #jazzy tag :3

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aight so for context a few months ago while deep in the trenches of my greek mythology obsession i made a minor underworld diety oc who goes by kore or jazzy. shes my favourite muffin and i love her.

and after reading one too many apollo fics here lmao i really wanted to explore his domains (which i find endlessly fascinating bc its all my favourite things in one: medicine art literature) and learn more about him as a god via a character study of sorts.

(ive yet to write anything for them lol but when i do it will be great :P)

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anyway back to the story they are teachers!! bc im currently rethinking my life choices and having fun imagining what my life could have been like things went differently (11/10 recommend. great for the blorbos). babys first midlife crisis at the ripe old age of 21 lol

so without any further ado, them <3

HHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY BABIES

*slaps hands* aight so context and premise:

cant be bothered to come up with alternative names and clever refernces for everyone so theyre keeping their greek names lol.

not everyone in the pantheon will make an appearance, this aint keeping up with the olympians (until it is)

the setting is vaguely british lol bc its where i grew up and am more familiar with the system and the norms. ish

they teach both primary and secondary school students (this afaik doesnt exist in the uk but it does here so yeah. will elaborate later)

greek mythology adjacent at best i regrettably know very little of the mythos and my one and only reference is theoi. i will do better i promise. as soon as i graduate

in the mean time pls feel free to tell me all about ur fave myths and works and recommend stuff :D!!

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art stuff, character design, notes

apollo has heterochromia :3 dunno if u can see it but his eyes are olive green (right) and a teal (left). representing the suns reach over land and sea. ALSO FRECKLES >:D

my girl jazzy has the most boring brown eyes ever. no pools of honey or flecks of gold. just good ol dirt brown. *foreshadowing*

short curly hair somewhere between brown and black for her, and floofy kraft singles waves for him XD

jazzy is a knitwear gremlin (like urs truly lol), 24/7 turtlenecks cardigans jumpers scarfs all of it. her hands (and extremeties) are always cold bc bad circulation and probably dehydration. shush

palettes are warm and earthy for jazzy (wow im so subtle) and cool celestial for apollo (and artemis hehe)

so thats mostly greens esp olive, brown and beige and a healthy sprinkle of rose. le aesthetic is forest/ gremlincore for my girl

and lots of blues esp navy and shiny silver and gold for chaotic academia sunshine boi (TIL astroacademia is a thing and like wow)

arts and moodboards and quotes in this century trust

jazzy is of average height (which to me is 160cm hhhhh and apollo is taller at 180cm. do ur own math we use metric in this household)

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finally concept idea, plot if u will, notes and backgorund info too:

the first thing i thought of when i opened my eyes was literally apollo and his nine daughters the muses. let me finish

i wish i was joking lol it instantly gripped me but alas i had to go to uni and so it stayed on hold and i havent studied more that 3 pages bc im thinking about them

and by thinking i mean going over the same scene in my head and not doing somethinguseful like say expanding lore. as one does.

anyway yes we have apollo the girl dad of all time who has 9 wondeful daughters of varying ages from fist year of uni to toddler

still mapping out details like if from same mother or several relationships. idk what im doing pls respect my privacy at this time

apollo has 2 degrees bc its cool af to me (my dad has two masters and its been on my bucket list since. i dont know why i am the way that i am either) one in nursing and another in english literature (and a masters in translation bc i can)

he teaches english and history tho and the art afterschool clubs. yes clubs plural. i am insane and so is he.

jazzy is a biomed graduate and is currently pursuing a masters in forensic toxicology (sucks that i hade organic chem this would be fun to write) so she teaches bio. probably part time idk.

i will get to the details of lore and what theyre like and their work ethics etc but i is tired and id really like to finish some work before bed lol so goodnight for now and enjoy and feel free to ask stuff ig :3

[biblicallyaccuratefour]

|No Mercy Rants| Rant post: Profily, the puppeteer and hiding from the truth

AND ANOTHER ONE DOWN, AND ANOTHER ONE DOWN, ANOTHER ONE BITES DA DUST- /ref

Anyways, hello, lads, lassies, fellow letter mafiosos and attack helicopters, since this is my THIRD rant on this blog, I decided to make a series out of it called the ‘No Mercy Rants’, which is a play on Undertale’s ‘No Mercy Run’. Now, to stop myself from further digressing, I’ll put in a disclaimer. (I know that PAF was done to death at this point, but bear with me- T^T)

(Disclaimer: This rant will be discussing topics of harassment and theft. If you’re not a fan of these topics, then please click off and view something else. Do NOT harass anyone mentioned, as I don’t want yous to stoop to PAF’s level. All of the testimony is screenshotted with the users’ consent.)

Now, the next one on the chopping block is @profily-and-friends, which I’ll refer to as PAF for short. So, let’s start from the beginning. In around August, 2023 (I was on my summer holidays, btw-), PAF had started posting several artworks that have been stolen from Twitter (or X, as Elon Musk puts it. Such an eejit-), Deviantart, Tumblr, and other sites. Somewhere around that time, maybe later, @knighttobreath, a user on Tumblr, started the spree of crediting the stolen art to their respective artists. This is where the drama and the beef began…

Now, a few months later, @akalikestodraw, a mutual of mine, was harassed multiple times by PAF because she ‘allegedly stole her art’. Now, take note that this is false, and that Aka has made amazing artwork on her own. She was also accused of tracing artworks. There’s also been asks sent to other users, like @justapplenothinghere, @galaxy-brushs-posts, and many other users, telling them to cancel Aka. Fortunately, no one took the steps to cancel Aka. They instead supported her. PAF told @wowwzaaxei-aster, that Aka was deactivating her account (also false). I’ve interviewed Aka on the matter, and she sees this as them trying to pin the blame on her. All of this had happened on her birthday. (Wow, that’s a shitty way to celebrate one’s bday… ) This whole thing made Aka, and her partner worried, and I’d be worried too, if I was in her place.

Another sin that PAF has committed was the harassment of other artists, requesting them to draw Profily with multiple asks, presumably using alternative or burner accounts, otherwise known as ‘sock puppets’. For some unfortunate artists who fulfil said requests are met with harsh criticism from PAF that they drew Profily ‘incorrectly’. They even get upset when their request is ignored, spamming the artists’ inboxes. I’ve seen them and their sock puppets interact with some of my posts, and the only criticism that I had from them was asking where were the other algebraliens when I made the Eight as Sans post. (In my defence, I was lazy af, and I had school shit going on).

Now, another thing I’d like to mention is that they’ve tried to cancel @talkingteardrop, another mutual of mine. There was a conversation between PAF and their sock puppets about how TD was ‘allegedly racist’, (another false claim) because they ignored PAF (I smell insane troll logic here-). They even claimed that they and TD were ‘best friends’, which they weren’t. (That pissed me off the most, as assholes in my school claimed that they were my friends, even though they’re not.)

Now, as the drama goes on, it becomes even more apparent that PAF is a manipulative puppeteer who’ll harass others to get what they want. They actively hide from the truth and tries to bend the narrative as to how they see it. Their actions have real life impacts, as it has made people feel terrible and having anxiety about going on with their business.

With that said, “What the fuck do we do now..?” Welp, for starters, block every single alt and sock puppet PAF has and report them all for harassment and art theft. Do NOT engage with them, just for your own mental health and to not waste your time and energy on them. (The fact that they use sock puppets reminds me of ZR0finix).

Make sure to drink plenty of water, get plenty of sleep and stay determined, lads. It hurts me to see that people like PAF are making this much trouble in our little community on Tumblr. (I guess my work on rants will never be done-)

Evidence under the cut-

Evidence and testimony from these files:

Knighttobreath's testimony

Talking Teardrop's testimony

Aka's testimony

Screenshots

[barclaysangel]

Death by her Side

And here it is! My fully sapphic vampire x death story! Wow…in complete disbelief that this random idea I had came out to a short story that’s close to 10K words. Insane af. But I’m proud of myself and the motivation I received along the way, it meant the world to me! I do have ideas for a spinoff story involving witches, over a decade after this story, but that requires making even MORE characters and I don’t think I have it in me. So for now, no story. I may jump into some Chucky fanfiction and/or continue my sapphic human x mermaid/siren story before I start my new semester of grad school next month. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and PLEASE leave comments if you do, it motivates me to post more of my stories if you do so!

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @streets-in-paradise @cult-of-dollbabies @morganandtheemorgana @fairchilds-glasses

Word count: 9.2K

Magdalena Iglesias was 24 years old when she was turned against her will. 

A wicked and monstrous man named Nathaniel Murrow had been enraptured by her beauty and wanted her for his bride, his mate for eternity. 

He followed her down the alleyway, a shortcut to her home, and pinned her to the cobblestone ground with his body while his fangs punctured the soft flesh of her neck. 

Magdalena had tried screaming, but to no avail, no one would hear her. No one would care. 

She was no one. 

As her consciousness began to slip away, Magdalena saw someone. 

A woman standing some distance away, watching intently. She wore a long black dress and corset wrapped tightly around her frame, a black hood almost hiding her face but her piercing blue eyes were noticeable. 

But Magdalena could not focus on her for long because the moment Nathaniel cut open his own wrist with his teeth, feeding her his own blood, the image of the woman slipped away. 

She was gone as quickly as she came and her body turned cold. 

It was clear that Magdalena was part of the undead now, the ones that feasted on blood. And she despised Nathaniel for turning her into the demon children fear at night. She had tried to kill him but was too weak to do so, something he enjoyed mentioning one too many times. 

Instead, she had to kill others. To drink their blood just as he had with hers. 

She would be lying if she said that the taste of blood was not the most delicious thing she ever tasted. Filled her with delight and the warmth she had been missing since her turning. 

But there was also something else. 

Each time Magdalena fed on her new victim, she would see the woman in black. Watching with that same intent yet neutral look. And the more she saw the woman, the more Magdalena realized little details about her. 

Her skin was pale, so pale she was almost grey. 

Her curls were long and a soft brown color, almost looking like there were streaks of copper in them. 

And in one hand, there was a scythe. 

Magdalena always wondered about who the woman was. Perhaps she was a figment of her imagination? She must be. No one else has seen her, even Nathaniel has not. He just found her ‘delusions’ to be amusing. 

Perhaps she was delusional. Perhaps he took her sanity along with her soul. But she did not care. None of it mattered. 

She had already lost everything. 

Her family. 

Her heart. 

Her life. 

At the very least, Magdalena just wanted to hang onto the woman in black in her imagination. 

That was all she wanted. 

And for decades, Magdalena built her strength. She agreed to be Nathaniel’s bride, and let him take her as he wanted every night. Let him think that she loved him when in reality, her mind wandered elsewhere. 

Her mind was focused solely on revenge. 

Until finally, one night, she got him where she wanted him. 

Magdalena was 62 years old when she straddled his hips, her mouth on his and her hand on a wooden stake that she kept hidden. 

Then she made sure that her stake met his heart, just like how his fangs met her throat all those years ago. 

Blood spurted as he screeched like an unholy demon, his body convulsing until he was nothing more than blood and other bodily matter all over their once shared bed. Magdalena was out of breath but so full of glee. She was covered head to toe in his blood, even licking parts of him off her hands and the wooden stake. 

Then, she felt something. A cold yet warm presence, something she felt before, making her slowly turn her head. 

The woman in black was there in the corner of the room, scythe in hand, her hood down this time, but there was a different look in her bright blue eyes. 

A look of pride. 

It made Magdalena’s insides flutter. 

“Are you God?” She asked, trying to find her words. 

The woman now looked amused, shaking her head. “I am not.” 

“The devil then?” Magdalena asked instead. 

She smiled just slightly. “No.” The woman in black said simply before stepping toward Magdalena, unfazed by the blood that coated her body. Instead, she took the bloodied stake from her hand, tossing it to the side. 

The woman’s blue eyes met her maroon ones, and then she spoke her next words clearly and strongly. “I am Death.” 

Death. 

The word that would strike fear in Magdalena as a child. A word that still did. 

But it was different now. She had taken lives. She had killed. 

And now Death was standing before her, just after she slaughtered her maker. 

Who knew Death could look like an angel. 

“Have you come to take me?” Magdalena asked but she was not afraid. If Death was here for her, to finally pay for her sins, then she would allow it. 

Death smiled gently and shook her head. “No. I have already taken a part of you. Your mortal soul.” 

Magdalena tilted her head just slightly. “I remember you. I saw you, when I was…” 

Death nodded, a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Yes. But I could not intervene. I cannot. I am only here to guide those who have passed or to ensure they go where they are supposed to. Nathaniel will not harm you ever again.” 

She swallowed thickly, trying to push down the tears that threatened to come out, tears of blood and pure relief as she let out a long breath. 

Free. 

She was finally free. 

After a moment, Magdalena asked her next question. “If you are not here for me…then why can I see you before me?” 

“I do not know,” Death answered truthfully, “many cannot. Even creatures of the night, such as yourself. No one can see me unless I allow them to. But I have never allowed you to see me. You are…a conundrum.” 

Magdalena did not know why that sparked something in her. She was a mystery, a paradox, a conundrum. 

How incredibly lovely. 

Death stared at her some more, her eyes staring so intently before she took a step back. “I must go. More spirits to guide and collect. Quite laborious work.” 

“Will I see you again?” Magdalena asked without thinking twice. 

For a moment, she feared that she had been far too desperate, but Death only smiled. “You need blood and I need souls. We will meet again.” 

Magdalena smiled watching Death turn away before she suddenly rose to her feet. “Wait! I…I am Magdalena. Magdalena Iglesias.” 

She didn’t know exactly why she felt the need to introduce herself to Death herself, but the woman in black merely turned back around and smiled sweetly at her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Magdalena…” she paused for a moment before speaking again, “You may call me Thanathea.” 

Thanathea. 

Oh, the name that sounded so holy, so beautiful, as if it would haunt Magdalena for the rest of her days and she would allow it without another thought. 

Thanathea. 

And without another word, Thanathea was gone. Leaving Magdalena all alone. 

She could not wait to see her again. 

The next night when Magdalena was on the hunt, this time her victim was a mortal man that resembled Nathaniel in his unrelenting perversion, she again saw Thanathea. 

For so long, she would be forced to hunt young girls, girls that reminded her of herself. But now, Magdalena swore to herself that she would only go after those who resembled her maker in mortal form. 

His blood and screams were much more delicious compared to her other meals. 

And just like before, Magdalena saw her. Her fangs were on the center of his throat, some blood spraying her face as she kept him pinned below her body. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was seeing Thanathea there, watching her with that same look of pride, her blue eyes sparkling. 

When the man was finally drained, Magdalena pulled away, her face and even her chest covered in blood. But Thanathea did not look afraid. Well, she was Death after all. Perhaps she had seen much worse. 

“You came.” Magdalena said softly, smiling at her. 

“You took a life. So I came.” Thanathea replied simply, scythe in her hand and she drew it near the man’s corpse. The blade glowed a bright shade of gold until it faded away. 

“What was that?” Magdalena asked in curiosity, tilting her head to the side. 

“I collected his soul. I will take him to where he belongs soon enough.” Thanathea told her as Magdalena stood up to face her. 

It still surprised her to know that she was standing this close to Death. Death, in all her glory, was even taller than her, and there was a certain coldness yet warmth surrounding her. 

How peculiar. 

“Is there a heaven? And hell?” Magdalena asked. It seemed as if she had a million questions whenever she saw Thanathea. 

She simply shrugged her shoulders. “There is all and none. It varies on one’s belief. But I am very real, I can say that. Death comes for everyone.” 

“Will you come for me again?” 

The silence was quite loud before Thanathea finally replied. “I cannot answer that. No one knows when or if their time will come. I shall not answer.”

It made Magdalena frown just slightly. There was a part of her that wished for Thanathea to take her. She missed her family, her life, the future she could have had. All of it was gone without a second thought. 

Now here she was, a monster that feasted on blood every single night and had to hide from the sun unless she would burn to a crisp. 

Suddenly, Thanathea took a step closer and wiped some of the blood off Magdalena’s cheeks with both of her thumbs, her eyes looking gentle and sympathetic. “Immortality can be a blessing and a curse. Enjoy the blessing. Live your life. It is what matters. Do not allow yourself to be held back. You are free. What will you do with your freedom?” 

What will you do with your freedom? 

Magdalena wished she had the answer. 

“I do not know.” She finally answered, looking down. “I have not had freedom in so long. I have lost my family. I cannot go back to them, not like this. I have no friends nor allies. I am simply…alone.” 

Thanathea did not say anything for a moment. She watched Magdalena silently, an unreadable expression on her face, before she finally smiled. “You are not alone now. For I will be your friend.” 

Those words brought comfort to Magdalena, comfort she had not felt in decades. 

She did not know how long Thanathea would be her friend but she knew that she would treasure her kindness and friendship until her immortal form had finally passed. 

Magdalena was 73 years old when she wished to have a child. 

She had wanted to be a mother for a very long time, ever since she was a child herself. But that dream of hers was stolen away by that monster, leaving her unable to ever conceive. 

“Did you ever want to have a child?” Magdalena asked Thanathea suddenly one day, the both of them sitting near one another on a bench, the moon illuminating the dark streets just as a woman walked by, holding an infant in her arms. 

“I do not know,” Thanathea replied after a moment of consideration, “I have been quite busy. I have helped young ones pass on, holding their hand as they crossed over. I never thought of becoming a mother all that much.” 

Magdalena nodded in understanding. She was sure that it must have been different for Thanathea, being Death, an entity as old as time itself. Surely, she would not have the time to want to have a child. 

“You wished to become a mother?” Thanathea asked her, almost rhetorically. 

“I always have.” Magdalena responded without hesitating. “I wanted to have many children. It was the only reason I wished for a viable suitor.”

“You desired to be married?” 

“Yes. I wanted to be married. I would only need a husband for the sole purpose of procreation. That is the only importance to me of a man.” Magdalena told her calmly. 

Thanathea chuckled under her breath, an amused look glistening in her vibrant blue eyes. “Men bring more issues than what they are worth. Perhaps one day they will not be needed.”

“I could not agree more,” Magdalena answered before smirking, “until then, I shall drink the blood of men and decrease their population. And help your business as well, of course.”

Death herself smirked as well and rested her cool hand over Magdalena’s, making her blood feel as if it was rushing throughout her body. “Thank you, my night.” 

Magdalena was 81 years old when Thanathea gave her a cottage in the woods. 

Ever since she killed Nathaniel, she had been staying at his mansion. She never enjoyed it, but she could not go to the streets. The sunlight alone would kill her. Nor did Magdalena wish to break into the houses of mortals, killing families just to have some shelter. 

The mansion would have to do, even if it was hard for her to remember all that she has been through because of that monster. 

“Your mind wanders, my creature of the night.” Thanathea said suddenly one night, sprawled against one of the seats in a lazing manner with her scythe lying on the floor beside her. “What ails you?”

Magdalena’s pose was rigid with her back pressed against the wall, a glass of fresh blood in her hand in almost a tight grasp. She forced a smile at Death herself, shaking her head just slightly. “My apologies, muerte. Sometimes my mind goes back to the past. I cannot control it. I feel as if I am still stuck with that man. This place haunts all of my memories.” 

Thanathea smiled sadly yet gently before sitting up some more, raising one hand toward the blood drinker. “Come. Sit by me.”

Like a moth drawn to fire, Magdalena moved towards Thanathea wordlessly and without another thought, sitting beside her. “Drink up. I would like to show you something.” Death told her, even tapping the center of her throat before Magdalena drank the blood from her glass.

Perhaps she was wrapped so tightly around Death’s finger. 

They walked for a while, going deeper and deeper into the woods. Magdalena knew she could get to the destination in seconds by running and even that Thanathea herself could teleport them both there. But it seemed as if Thanathea would rather enjoy the detour the longer way.

Magdalena would not complain. She enjoyed the adventure after spending much of her afterlife under lock and key. 

“If I did not know any better, I would assume that you are luring me to my death.” 

“You have already died, Magdalena.” Thanathea replied swiftly, sounding just a little amused. 

“I could die again.” Magdalena jumped in with a playful smile. “You could put a stake through my heart. Or perhaps tie me to a tree and wait until the sun rises. Maybe even cut me into little bits with your scythe.” 

Thanathea raised an eyebrow at her. “You think that I could kill you?” She asked and moved her scythe closer to Magdalena’s arm, the sharp blade just grazing against her bare skin. 

It made the creature of the night shiver in anticipation. 

“I hope not.” Magdalena responded after a moment, her maroon eyes staring deeply into Death’s eyes. 

Thanathea smiled, chuckling quietly before removing her scythe. “I will not harm you. I swear upon it. You are safe with me. Besides, you are my friend. What kind of friend would I be if I intended to wish you ill will?” 

“Not a very good friend, of course.” Magdalena said and giggled under her breath, staring up at her. “Do not worry. I merely jest. I trust you, madam death.” 

“Good,” Death told her with a smile before taking her hand, “follow me, we are near to my surprise.” 

Magdalena walked right beside Thanathea, still spending the next few moments curious about what possible surprise Death had in store for her before she saw it. 

It was a small but precious looking cottage deep into the woods, far from civilization. There was a warm feeling to it but she could sense its emptiness. The cottage held no owner. 

“It is lovely,” Magdalena told her with a soft smile, turning her head to look at Death, “but why have you shown it to me?” 

“Because it is yours now.” Thanathea said suddenly. 

The creature of the night paused momentarily. “What do you mean?”

“The cottage is yours. Away from the mansion, away from your pain and suffering. There is a coffin inside for you as well. It is small but I…I do hope you like it.”

There was a hesitancy in Thanathea’s voice, something Magdalena had never heard before. The cosmic being seemed as if she was nervous. Even as she looked at Thanathea, Magdalena could see a certain bashfulness surrounding her facial expression, her body language, like she was concerned that the bloodsucker would not want the cottage. 

It was truly sweet to see Thanathea like this, realizing that Magdalena might have an affect on her as much as Thanathea has an affect on her. 

Magdalena’s grip around Death’s hand tightened slightly, a genuine and true smile gracing her face. “You are too kind, Thanathea. Thank you. How can I ever repay you?”

Thanathea smiled happily back at her, her shoulders relaxing and her thumb began rubbing against Magdalena’s knuckles. “Your friendship is all I desire, Magdalena. That is all I can ask from you for the time being.” 

And for the creature of the night, that was all she wanted as well. 

Magdalena was 95 years old when she realized that the feelings she had for Thanathea was much more than friendship. 

They had been by each other’s side for three decades, easing Magdalena’s loneliness and filling her with joy. She had forgotten what it felt like to have a friend after nearly forty years of isolation and was cherishing every moment with Thanathea. 

But something began to change although she did not know exactly when it started. 

Magdalena did not know when she began feeling the urge to run her fingers through Thanathea’s curls. 

Magdalena did not know when she began feeling like she was drowning in Thanathea’s blue eyes but enjoying every moment of it. 

Magdalena did not know when she began to crave Thanathea’s touch, how she would beg inside her mind for Death to touch her hand once more. 

Magdalena did not know when she began to find herself lost as she stared at Thanathea’s lips, wondering if they would be soft or harsh, cold or warm, against her own. 

All Magdalena knew was that something about Thanathea made her feel completely alive and human again and she didn’t want to give that feeling up. 

Magdalena tried her hardest to remember if she has felt this way before, for any of the boys in her village. But the more she thought of it, the more she realized that she only felt this way for one of her friends, a young girl who was bright and lovely. She married young and Magdalena remembered feeling heartbroken in a way that she could not describe nor could she tell anyone about it. 

But now the feeling was back at full force, stronger than ever. And despite all her years and wisdom, Magdalena did not know how to navigate and shift her feelings to turn a different route. 

“Have you ever been in love?” Magdalena asked one day, a thought that simply bursted past her lips, as they walked beside one another along the streets. Thanathea had made herself visible to the mortal eye, her scythe tucked away from anyone’s view. 

Thanathea had not said anything for a moment, seeming like she was thinking the question over before responding. “I have not. Even though I am a cosmic entity, other entities try to…stay away from me. With my job, of course. Death is a frightening thing.”

“I am not afraid.” Magdalena told her without another thought, looking away briefly before looking back at her. “I have walked beside Death. I have experienced death. I partake in death every day of immortal life. I do not fear you, Thanathea. I never will.” 

Thanathea looked at her, wearing an unreadable expression before her eyes glistened and she rested her hand on Magdalena’s shoulder. “You are very kind. A wonderful creature of the night. I am grateful for your friendship.”

Friendship. Of course. Friendship. Thanathea is an all powerful omnipotent being. She could never feel anything more than friendship for a bloodsucker like her. 

It stung, it hurt. But Magdalena still smiled. She would keep her thoughts to herself and value her friendship with Death herself. 

The last thing she wanted was to ruin everything and lose her only friend. 

Magdalena was 108 years old when she experienced the kiss of death. 

She had kept her big secret to herself for over a decade, hiding it so well that she strongly believed that she fooled Death herself. She had to, it was the only choice she had as to not destroy their friendship, even when it teetered on something more, something deeper. 

But it was okay. Everything was just fine, Magdalena had everything under control. 

“Shhhh, hush now…” Magdalena found herself whispering to the man squirming in her arms, trying to escape and failing each time, with her hand clasped tightly over his mouth to suppress his screams, “My beloved awaits…” she told him before sinking her fangs into his neck. 

No matter how many times she fed from mortals, she would never get over the rush she got the moment their blood was down her throat. It was delicious and something she craved more of, she would drink and drink until the body was finally empty, filling her body with momentary warmth and pleasure, as if the blood was an aphrodisiac. 

Perhaps it was. But Magdalena enjoyed it each and every time. 

“Your beloved?” The blood drinker heard an all too familiar voice behind her, turning to look at Thanathea quickly and then dropped the corpse as she stood up. 

“You finally came. I was beginning to wonder if I would have to kill another just to get your attention.” Magdalena told her with a shy chuckle, licking some of the blood off her lips. 

“My apologies, my night, I was preoccupied with other souls. But I am here now, as always,” Thanathea told her with a smile, waving her scythe over the body and just like always, it glowed a beautiful shade of gold, “you did call me your beloved, did you not?”

Magdalena could feel her cheeks flushing from the newfound blood in her body, chuckling under her breath and looking down at the ground momentarily. “I…I did. Yes. You are my beloved friend, after all.” She told Death, smiling as well and hoped, prayed even, that Thanathea would believe her. 

She truly did not want to lose everything and be left alone all over again. 

“How sweet. Like an angel of death.” Thanathea told her with a smile. 

Magdalena sighed quietly in relief. “Are there angels of death?” She asked curiously. 

“Oh, yes. Quite a few. Although they mostly appear for young ones whose time has come. They provide them comfort in their last few moments.”

“I would die again before I ever harmed a child.” Magdalena pointed out. 

“I know you would,” Thanathea replied, still smiling at her, “it is very admirable, your dedication to the little ones. Very sweet as well. My beloved.” 

It should not, it really should not, but those two words made the blood swirl inside of Magdalena, making her crave even more for Thanathea to call her that over and over and over again until she finally took her immortal soul to the Underworld. 

“No one has ever called me their beloved before.” Magdalena told her, almost shyly, almost bashfully. 

“They were fools,” Thanathea told her as she took a step closer to her, “no one has called me their beloved either. Only you, my night. Only you.” 

Those blue eyes, those beautiful bright blue eyes, were staring so deeply into Magdalena’s maroon eyes. Like she was trying to read everything about her, read her soul. She would let her, of course. She would let Thanathea do whatever she would like. 

Because even if Death might not know it, Magdalena’s heart belonged to hers and would be for the rest of her immortal life. 

“Lena? May I ask you something?” Thanathea asked suddenly, making the creature of the night a little surprised before nodding while the nickname made her feel all flushed. 

“Of course you can, Thea.” She replied, using a nickname for her as well. 

“Do you know what it is like to fall in love?”

Of all the questions that she could have asked, that was not a question Magdalena expected. 

There were a million things that she wanted to scream, to let Thanathea know exactly how it feels like. But she had to be discreet, cautious. 

She couldn’t let Death know the truth. 

“I am unsure. I…I feel very strong feelings. Where the person is all you can think of. Where you wake up every night, wishing to see them. Wanting to see them happy. To see them smile. To have them touch you. To spend time with them. You want nothing but the best for them and you’ll push everything aside just to keep them with you and not shatter everything. I…it is just a nice feeling, I believe.” 

I have said too much, have I not? Magdalena thought to herself, no longer looking at Thanathea. She should have just said no, should have just kept her mouth shut. She should have never said anything at all, after a century of being alive, she should have known better!

Thanathea took another step toward her and then a hand was on her shoulder before slowly moving to her chin, lifting her head up to make sure that Magdalena was looking at her. “I have only felt that way once in my lifetime. Just once. Magdalena, my beloved…I have fallen in love with you.” 

Magdalena’s breath hitched in her throat. 

Was this real? 

“Thea…I love you. I…I have for many years. I do not know if this is wrong or right. I just know that I love you. That I have craved you for so long. I want you and only you, my Lady Death. I swear it.” Magdalena told her truthfully, leaning her cheek closer to Death’s hand. 

Thanathea smiled at her, her blue eyes lighting up. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then she began moving closer to Magdalena, her movements slow, as if she was giving the blood drinker a chance to pull away, to refuse. 

But Magdalena would never do that, not to her beloved. 

Then, finally, Thanathea’s lips were on hers. 

And every part of her exploded. 

Magdalena had kissed before and felt nothing. They were simply kisses with no attachments, only brought on by force. But this was entirely different. Thanathea’s lips were intoxicating, mouthwatering. She wanted more of it and for it to never stop. 

Without another word, the blood drinker pulled Thanathea closer to her, her hands all over her body and her mind spinning. “Take me home.” Magdalena whispered breathlessly before she felt Death’s shadows all around them, taking them both to the cottage, their home, where they remained attached to each other’s bodies until the sun rose above the sky. 

Magdalena was 116 years old when she first tasted Thanathea’s blood. 

The bloodsucker, or vampire as some of the mortals began calling creatures like her, would be lying if she said that she never wanted to take a bite out of Thanathea. 

She could not help herself. She was curious after over fifty years of friendship and nearly a decade of being lovers. Magdalena never even knew if Death had blood. But she had to have had something because the vampire could smell how delicious her scent was. Similar to the smell of mortal's blood inside their body, but there was something stronger, something different that made her want to have just a taste. 

“If I did not know any better, I would think that you are about to make me your newest victim.” Thanathea said while she was polishing her scythe with a black cloth while Magdalena’s lips were on her neck, light and soft, with her fangs just barely grazing against her soft flesh. 

“Hmmm…why ever would you ask that, my heart and soul?” She asked innocently, still kissing and feeling her fangs brush against Thanathea’s neck, anticipatory, craving for a bite. 

“Because your thoughts are quite loud as well as your actions.” Death replied, an amused tone shining through in her voice. 

Magdalena giggled under her breath, her hands now trailing up and down Thanathea’s exposed arms. “Well, I do not intend on making you my next victim. I just…want to have a taste.”

“Lena, my darling, the blood of a cosmic entity could kill you.” 

“Even if it’s just a drop? Just one little taste on my tongue?” Magdalena tried to bargain, tilting her head in front of Death, batting her maroon eyes at her. 

Thanathea sighed loudly, not saying anything for a moment as she stared back at the vampire before nodding. “Just one drop. That is all. Nothing more.” 

Magdalena immediately grinned and then tried to sink her fangs into Thanathea’s neck but she pulled away just before the vampire could. “No no. Easy, my love. I will do it.” 

She was confused for a moment before Death took her scythe and pressed the sharp blade to her finger. In that very moment, Magdalena could smell the blood that emerged from her lover’s prick finger, gold instead of red. It made her mouth water at the sight and smell, wanting nothing more than to taste her blood. 

Magdalena was craving it, desiring it, wanting as many drops as she could manage. So when Thanathea brought her finger closer to the vampire’s face, Magdalena automatically opened her mouth and closed her lips around Death’s finger. 

Everything exploded in that moment. 

No amount of mortal blood could ever compare to the blood of a cosmic being, a deity, so delicious and making Magdalena crave for it, sucking the blood, swallowing the few drops, desiring for more and more of her blood. 

Then, as quickly as it came, Thanathea pulled her finger away, making the vampire whine like a child for just a moment to be withdrawn from the exquisite blood that she was tasting. “That is enough, my love. I cannot allow you to drink any more, you will burst into flames if you continue.” 

“It would be a worthy death.” Magdalena said simply, feeling almost out of breath with her mind spiraling as her mouth and body processed the immortal blood she consumed. 

“I may be Death, but I will not allow you to die because of me.” Thanathea told her, sounding amused again. 

“Perhaps just a little, my beloved? Un beso de muerte?” Magdalena asked her sweetly, taking Death’s hand and pressed a kiss to each of Thanathea’s fingers and then her palm before resting her hand on top of the vampire’s chest, Death taking control as her hand slowly began to descend. 

“Who would I be to deny love to you?” Thanathea asked rhetorically with a smirk, before her body was on Magdalana’s and her mouth on hers, throwing her into another night of pleasure. 

Magdalena was 127 years old when she learned that vampires were not the only supernatural beings walking the earth. 

A part of her truly never thought of other entities or beings there could be beside her. She spent so long stuck with that monster during her first few decades as a vampire, that the thought of other creatures lurking around did not dawn on her. And then Thanathea came around, filling her dark life with light despite being Death. It brought her comfort and security, so once again, the thought did not occur to her. 

Until one day. 

“Are werewolves real?” Magdalena asked suddenly, book in hand, with her head on Thanathea’s lap. 

Death raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused. “Why, of course they are, my night. Why would they not be?” 

“They are?!” She exclaimed in astonishment, sitting upright and turning toward her lover. “How do you know? Have you met them?” 

“In a way, I have.” Thanathea told her, “I do help guide souls over. Mortal, werewolf, and otherwise.” 

“Otherwise? Are there more? Like…mermaids? Sirens? Witches? Warlocks?” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes. Although in certain regions, mermaids and sirens are the same as one. The same for witches and warlocks, separated by genders but it is all about personal identification.” 

Magdalena’s mouth opened, looking completely surprised still. Thanathea chuckled quietly before bringing her finger under the vampire’s chin, gently pushing her jaw back up. “Lena, did you truly not know about this?” 

“No! Of course not!” She quickly said. “I thought they were myths, stories mortals come up with to keep their unfulfilling lives entertained.” 

“Well, those mortals had to have had inspiration for those stories, would they not?” Death asked her, still looking amused herself.

“I suppose you are right,” Magdalena huffed under her breath before moving closer to Thanathea, resting her head on her shoulder, “can you tell me about them, my Death?”

“About who?”

“All of them? As much as you know.” 

Thanathea smiled at her. “Hmm…it is rare for someone to turn into a werewolf. Most are born. Although if a strong enough werewolf bites or scratches a mortal, it can trigger a transformation by the next full moon. And the werewolves tend to stay within their own pack, very rare for them to become rogue or deviate toward a different pack.” 

“Fascinating…I wonder if they smell like wet dogs.” 

“Oh, be kind,” Thanathea chuckled again, “mermaids and sirens are born the way they are. Impossible to be turned, unlike vampires and werewolves. Although they can go on land and have legs, the transformation can be quite painful that not all survive. It is very unfortunate.” 

“It is,” Magdalena agreed while nodding, “and the witches and warlocks?” 

“Born so. Yet they are quite an enigma. Some witches can have mortal children while mortals can have witch children. It can be quite random and depend on their blood and strength. There are many types of witches too. Elementals, healing, divination. Some more common, some not. Spirit witches are extremely rare, they only happen once every few centuries. Although, they are quite the hassle. And do not get me started on chaos witches, they are much worse and a complete headache.” 

“How come?”

“Their magic can create a disruption into the natural order of balance within the universe. They take and give in uncontrollable manners. Makes my job very difficult to manage.” 

“Oh, you poor thing,” Magdalena told her with a little pout and reached up to begin playing with Thanathea’s curls, twirling each of them around her finger and watching them spring back up, “my beloved, do you know if it is possible for a cross between the other beings?”

“You mean hybrids?” Thanathea asked for clarification and the vampire nodded. “It is extremely rare, but yes. They do exist. Including dhampirs.”

Magdalena tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Dhampirs? I have not heard of them, what are they?” 

“Half mortal, half immortal. Vampire, just as yourself. They can only be born from a mortal woman and a vampire man. They are immune to the sun and age as mortals do. Although, they do drink blood and become completely immortal once they reach a certain age, usually in their twenties.” 

Now, that was something Magdalena never expected. And there was something in her that felt almost saddened by it. She had accepted that she’d never have children, and even now as a vampire, she couldn’t but the vampire men could. 

Those bastards. She thought to herself. 

“How completely and utterly intriguing, Thea. Thank you for telling me.” Magdalena said with a small smile, still playing with her lover’s curls. 

“Of course.” Thanathea said, wrapping both of her arms around the vampire and pulling her almost on top of her. 

The way Death held her in her arms made the vampire realize that Thanathea knew what Magdalena was feeling, thinking. No words needed to be said between them but there was a mutual understanding between them. A mutual comfort. 

It helped her feel better and secure, knowing that Death herself was there to fill the hole in her heart and give her the security and warmth she had desired her entire life. 

Magdalena was 139 years old when she finally became a mother. 

She had accepted for many decades that she would never get to have children. It was not in the cards for her and Magdalena would never dream of turning a child into a vampire. It pained her to even think of allowing a child to endure the painful aspects of immortality, nor did it seem reasonable to take mortal children from their families and raise them as her own. 

But Magdalena did find solace in watching families at night, walking down the streets hand in hand, mothers and fathers tending to their young ones. It was quite sweet, in fact. It had her pretending for just a moment, that she could have had the same had her mortal life not been stolen away from her. 

Although, she adored Thanathea. Becoming immortal led her to find her beloved Death, she fell so deeply for her and did not want to change or lose that. 

But if she was being truthful, Magdalena would have loved to see Thea become a mother. She was always so nice and sweet, especially to children that she has watched her lover cross over. Magdalena has followed Thanathea to work and was always so interested in Death’s work, including the ways that she could calm children and reassure them so they are no longer afraid. Even Thanathea’s appearance shifts, wearing green instead of black, her scythe turned into a glowing gold bracelet instead, with color flushed to her usually very pale skin. 

It was quite the sight that beheld Magdalena, but she treasured those moments so deeply. 

But it was not something that she thought too much about, she would rather focus on spending time with her lover instead, even on times when it was clear that something was weighing on Thanathea’s mind. 

“Are you alright, my beloved? It appears that something seems to be troubling you.” Magdalena asked her one day, her head tilted slightly. 

“My apologies, Lena,” Thanathea smiled slightly at her, “I do not wish to fill your mind with worry.” 

“My mind will always be worried if I do not know how I can help you.” Magdalena reassured her gently, her hand going up to her lover’s curls and she heard her sigh softly. 

“Sometimes it is very…burdensome. My duty. Taking souls. Orphaning children, leaving them alone. It is painful at times.” Thanathea told her after a few moments of silence. 

The vampire frowned a little. “I apologize if my meals have contributed to your burden, my Thea.” 

“Oh no, it has not, I can assure you that,” Death told her fairly quickly, “the men you feed on and the souls I take are well-deserved, we have both made sure of that. There are simply others that can make things difficult for me and bring me down at times. But I will be alright. I know I will be because I always am.” 

Magdalena moved closer to her, pressing a kiss to Thanathea’s cheek while continuing to caress her curls. “I still apologize for your pain, lover of mine. Perhaps we shall take a walk? To help put your mind at ease?” She offered gently. 

Death smiled at her, more genuine this time, before taking her hand. “Yes, I would like that, my love.” 

And so they walked peacefully together, their arms looped into one another, talking amongst themselves. The streets were nearly empty, many mortals already asleep in their homes. All seemed to be going well, until Thanathea went quiet again and sighed under her breath. 

“What is wrong, my heart and soul?” Magdalena asked in concern. 

“Someone has passed. Near us. A mother. I must go take care of it.” Thanathea told her after a few seconds. 

“Now? Are you sure you are feeling alright with that?”

“I must, my darling. I will not be long, I can assure you that. Just wait here.” Thanathea told her, putting up a small smile that only looked true after she kissed the vampire’s hand, before walking alone to a few houses down, her body slipped through the closed door. 

Magdalena could not help but to feel concerned for her lover, not wanting her to put so much pressure on herself. Thanathea had been growing more lenient, allowing angels of death or other death entities to take on more responsibility so she should not rely so much on her omnipotence, but she still desired for Death herself to rest. 

But Thanathea has been doing this since possibly the beginning of time. She knows her boundaries, her limits. She knows when too much is too much. 

At least, the vampire hoped so. 

Although her worry began to grow when Thanathea took longer, a little too long, than usual. This was unlike her and Magdalena wanted to go into the home, but she knew it was impossible. In an occupied home, she needed to be invited inside or risk disintegrating. Curse those vampiric rules, completely infuriating at times. 

The vampire started to consider other options but before she could, the same door opened and Thanathea emerged, dressed in green…

…with a child in her arms and another clinging to the hem of her dress. 

Magdalena blinked a few times in confusion, not knowing quite what to say in the moment. Thankfully, Thanathea had the words for her. 

“They need food. They have not eaten in a while.” Her Death told her, staring at her in a way that the vampire could not quite understand. 

But she looked at the children, the one Thanathea held was still very small, curly blonde hair on his head and big brown eyes, filled with tears. The girl that was nearly hiding behind her lover looked similar but a little older, seeing a mess of the same blonde curls but stormy grey eyes, showing fear but stubbornness. She was afraid, upset, but putting up a front. Pretending to be strong while staring at the vampire warily. 

It nearly broke Magdalena’s heart. 

“Of-of course. I believe there is a diner, close by? They will have food there, they are open all day and night.” She told all three of them, giving the children a soft smile to try and reassure them. Then she caught a whiff of their scent and it completely caught her off guard. 

She had never smelled something like this. It was nothing like mortal scents, or even cosmic beings. It was something entirely different that she could not put her finger on. 

It did not matter in the moment, she had to put those children’s well-being first. “Hello, young ones. I am Magdelena. I am sure my lover, Thanathea, has introduced herself. What are your names?” 

The boy did not say anything, merely sniffling and hiding his face into Thanathea’s neck, but the young girl did speak. “Rose…Rosemarie.” 

“How beautiful of a name. Is this your brother?” Rosemarie nodded. “What is his name?”

“Sylvain.” She replied, her voice still quiet but she began to show her face a little more. 

Magdalena smiled sweetly at both of the children. “Lovely name as well. Do not fret, Thea and I will not bring any harm onto you. Come with us, we shall get you some food.” 

They did not protest as she and Thanathea walked them toward the diner. They were all quiet, no one saying a word, but the vampire could not help but to look at her lover. 

There Death was, holding a little boy that now seemed very comfortable with her, and an older girl that continued to hold onto her green dress. It was a beautiful scene that Magdalena never expected to see, even if it was quite sudden. 

They both absolutely needed to talk about this as soon as they could. 

When they made it to the diner, they moved to a booth in the corner even though there was no one else there. Magdalena went to order them food, hoping at least that the children would like it since it has been a very long time since she has eaten human food before and food has evolved so much over the last century. 

Thanathea made her way to her side while she stayed by the front of the register, now being free of Sylvain, who sat nearly attached to his older sister. “Care to explain what has happened, my beloved?” 

Death sighed under her breath. “Rosemarie and Sylvain Dumont. Five and two years old. Their father is no longer around, left not long after Sylvain was born. Their mother was the one who passed, and drank herself to an early grave, unfortunately.” 

Magdalena’s heart broke once again for the two young children, looking back at them at the booth before looking at her lover again. “Their scents are different. Why is that?”

“Because they are both witches. An odd mix, because their parents are human. Must have been magic somewhere in their ancestry, because it caught up to both children rather than just one.” 

“Witches…” The vampire said to herself in complete surprise, she had never met any other supernatural being before and now she met two young witches, “but that still does not explain why they are now clinging to you and why you are helping them.” 

Thanathea went quiet again, running a hand through her auburn locks for a moment. “I just…could not bear to leave them alone. With no family. Nowhere to go. I thought I could at least make sure that they are well fed before I make my next decision.” She sighed again, louder this time. “Perhaps I am growing soft.” 

“Oh yes, quite soft. It is a beautiful look on you, Thea.” Magdalena told her with a big smile, making Thanathea smile as well. “I would love to see you looking soft like this more often. Soft around those children, around our family…”

Thanathea did not say anything for a moment, as if she was getting the same idea as her lover. “You…you wish to keep them?” 

“They have no parents. No other family. I would not forgive myself if we sent them back to their home with no one to care for them,” Magdalena told her and then placed her hand over Death’s, looking back at the two children sipping their cups of milk, “We could care for them. Teach them about their magick. Raise them as our own. Is that…something you would like to do with me?” 

Thanathea smiled sweetly at her, nodding. “I know you have always wished to have a family. And while they may not be a very conventional family, I would want nothing more than to have a family with you, my love.” 

Magdalena’s smile grew and she leaned forward to press a kiss to Death’s cool cheek. “Let us go make sure our children are well fed, my Thea.” 

And so they did. They were gentle and patient with Rosemarie and Sylvain, making sure that they were comfortable and warm. The little boy fell asleep not long after eating, his cheek pressed against Thanathea’s shoulder. The older girl was drawing on a piece of paper, waves of blue all over while continuously eyeing the vampire and Death, as if she was trying to make sure that they could be trusted. 

Eventually, it seemed as if she made her decision. 

“Are you going to send us back?” Rosemarie asked, her voice still quiet. 

Magdalena shook her head. “We will not, little one. You may come home with us, if you would like. Thea and I will protect you both, I swear it to you.” 

Rosemarie did not say anything for a minute, thinking over the offer. “You won’t hurt us?” 

“Never,” Thanathea said this time, smiling lightly at her, “you both will be safe and sound with us. No harm will come to you.” 

Finally, Rosemarie smiled at them both and nodded. 

That was all they needed. 

Their home would need to change, beds and clothes and blankets for the children, toys of their choosing. But the first night Rosemarie and Sylvain slept in the cottage would always be Magdelana and Thanathea’s favorite, both young children curled close to their bodies, in their arms. 

The vampire would never forget the feeling of finally having her children. 

Magdalena was 145 years old when she realized that she had a family and she was home at last. 

Rosemarie was eleven now, long blonde ringlets that were halfway to her back, her grey eyes still resembling a storm in the middle of the ocean. 

Sylvain was eight now, his own curly blonde locks touching his shoulders and seemed to always be smiling now, running through the woods barefoot whenever he could. 

But Magdalena could not be any happier watching her children grow. 

It was not very easy raising them, of course. Thanathea had to watch them over the day and Magdalena over the night. Not to mention when their magickal abilities kicked in, Thanathea had to teach them ways to be able to manage their powers. Magdalena read book after book on witches so they were well educated on who they truly were. 

It was fairly easy to see their connections and the types of witches they were. Sylvain was easily an earth witch, his affinity with growing flowers and plants at will expressed that. As for Rosemarie…

“Mama! Look!” Rosemarie exclaimed, one hand out in front of her and the water from the ocean swirled upward, twirling around her all over her arm before it fell right back to the shore. 

She was very clearly a water witch and a very good one at that. 

Magdalena smiled widely and clapped her hands together. “Great job, my Rose! Your power continues to grow!” She praised her, making Rosemarie smile back just as Sylvain went up to the vampire. 

“For you, mama.” He held a purple flower up to one of his mothers, making her smile once again. 

“Oh, how sweet, Syl. Thank you very much, my boy. Is this other one for your mom?” Magdalena asked him as she took her flower and he nodded. “How about I give this one to her and you can make a rose for your sister. How does that sound?” 

“Okay!” Sylvain said happily, giving the vampire the green flower for Death, and then ran over to Rosemarie. 

Magdalena smiled sweetly for a moment as she watched the two siblings before strolling over to where Thanathea was, her eyes on the ocean. It was Rosemarie’s idea to go to the beach and with the full moon shining up in the sky, it was the perfect night to do so. 

“M’lady.” The vampire presented the green flower to her, making Thanathea chuckle quietly and smile at the sight. 

“Sylvain is learning very quickly.” She pointed out. 

Magdalena nodded, humming affirmatively under her breath as she placed the flower behind her lover’s ear. “He is. Both he and Rosemarie will make their coven proud.” 

It was no secret that witches belonged in a coven. Once they turned sixteen, they would leave home and go on their own to discover their true coven. 

Rosemarie will leave in five years. Sylvain in eight years. 

It was something that saddened Magdalena but the children have promised both of their mothers that they would visit and call often. 

She appreciated the sentiment and she was truly proud to see the kinds of witches they would grow up to be. 

But it was more than just that. Even now, watching Rosemarie’s hands glowing a soft shade of blue around the water while Sylvain’s hands glowed green to create more flowers, it just made Magdalena feel warm to see how happy and peaceful her children were after everything. 

She never expected to have a family, especially after turning into a vampire. 

She expected to spend the rest of her life alone. 

But then Magdalena met Death. 

They fell in love. 

They adopted their two wonderful children. 

They raised them, told them about who and what they were, and their children accepted them just as Magdalena and Thanathea accepted them. 

No judgment or fear whatsoever. 

Just love. 

“You are quiet, my night. What haunts your mind?” Thanathea asked her, wrapping an arm around the vampire’s waist and pulling her closer to her own body. 

“No haunts,” Magdalena reassured her, “I am merely…happy. Happy with the life we have. A life I never thought I would have. For myself and with you. Yet here you are, right by me, with children who are loved and happy. I could not ask for more.” 

“Does that mean that you do not want to expand our family?” Death asked with an eyebrow raised, slightly amused. 

“No, I still want to expand for children who need help,” The vampire quickly responded with a smile, “I am just happy and content at the moment. And so…so loved. Thank you for your friendship. For your love. I could never thank you enough, my heart and soul.” 

Thanathea smiled at her, her blue eyes filled with so much love that it made something warm burst inside of Magdalena’s chest, cupping the vampire’s cheek. “You do not need to thank me. You made immortality special. In all my existence, you are the only person, the only being, I have ever wanted. I truly love you, my love.” 

“And I love you, my beloved.” Magdalena told her genuinely, melting under Thanathea’s gaze as they kissed before watching over their children playing in the sand again. 

The vampire did not know how long she and her children would be around. But she knew that they would be protected. They will be loved. They will be safe. And Thanathea would be with them through it all. 

After all, Death had been by her side for over a century and will be there for centuries to come. 

Magdalena could not ask for anything more.

[mintymelty]

YHS: A Serialization [] 1. A Funny First Day

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Hi.

Today’s September 1st. A Tuesday, and the first actual day of school.

You may be asking why I look so emo.

To make a long story short, I slayed too hard at my first highschool, was bummed out too much at the second, and now I’m currently attending Yamada High on what accounts to academic probation. I even have my own cop in my dorm! Well she says her name is ‘Kim’ and that she’s my cousin but she’s basically a probation cop. And a snooty one at that.

💛: “Oh, you have to go to the REGULAR literature class? Well, good luck with the PLEBEIANS, I’ll be on my way to ADVANCED PLACEMENT-“ Go away, I don’t like you.

But whatever, there’s this “cool” guy chatting up a storm with some other student, and said student looks bored AF. For the last few minutes he’s been making the rounds across Mr. Draco’s classroom (which I have no idea how; with the way he acts, I thought Mr. Draco hated any form of conversation) to try and… IDK sell them a used car?

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🌻: “So, you new here?” ‘Cool Guy’ whipped his head around to face me.

💙: “Yeah.” Duh?? Not to be rude, but no-one’s ever seen me here.

🌻: “Cool! Cool.. I like your jacket, you do sports?”

💙: “No, not yet. Never really had the chance to get into extra-curricular stuff.”

🌻: “Oh, really?”

💙: “Yeah… I mean I guess I have plenty of free time right now, huh?”

🌻: “If that’s the case, are you free this Friday?”

💙: “WOW, I don’t even know your name-“

🌻: “Wha?- I mean I’m in a band and we’re having a garage concert this Friday. My bad.”

💙: “Oh! What music are you playing?”

🌻“How do you feel about… indie rock? You seem like the kind of girl to be into that.”

💙: “I do? What about me gives of that vibe?”

🌻“I dunno, just your outfit? Like you’re kinda just all around chill.”

💙: “Okay then, what bands are you covering, or will the music be, y’know original?”

🌻“They’re kinda obscure.. have you heard of Nirvana?”

💙: “…Yeah.” BOI. MY DUDE. WHO HASN’T HEARD OF NIRVANA?“Well then sure, I don’t have anything else to do. Where’s the spot?”

🌻“Hm… 2033 Miller Avenue, City of Industry… I dunno somewhere in Traum County.”

💙: “Traum County..” I’ve heard of that place before.. oh yeah! I have- well, HAD an uncle there. I think he got shot.. “Ok, I’ll go. What time?”

🌻“About 7 P.M.”

💙: “So the Redstone link should get me there 30 minutes early-“

🌻”Redstone link?? Uhh if I were you I’d just ask someone for a ride.”

💙: “Wait- why?”

🌻“Traum’s metro’s are kinda shady.. but it’s like not that big of a deal, just don’t go near the Sky station.”

💙: “..Okay. I’ll see you there.”

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Huh. That was actually kinda nice, even though I didn’t get his name.. oh well. It’s too awkward to just ask him right now, considering the teacher finally got up from his desk.

✒️: “Now class, I HOPE you all have your outlines for your introductory essay done??”

Uh. About that…

👥: “Yes, Mr. Draco.”

✒️: “Good. Class dismissed. Go to period 2.”

Okay, so I’m alone on this. At my last school, practically nobody would’ve answered him like that, and some “class-clown” would instead cuss him out. But whatever, it’s a good thing people are nice here.

…Right?

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[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm/drabble: I Hit That

Found another to hold ya! I want to keep this brainstorm and continue working on it when I decide to put it in the story. This would happen maybe around 2019 or later. JenKook flirting on Twitter.

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Scrolling through Twitter, Jen noticed a selfie that Jungkook had posted a few moments ago, looking fine as hell. After long consideration, she chose to be bold and tweet, ‘My man looking fine af today 😜😏 #IHitThat #Jen’

Her tweet caused quite the uproar as ‘I hit that’ trended with fans freaking out with her audacious statement:

‘SCREAMING!’

‘Jennie you’re drunk!’

‘JEN WTF’

‘She wildlin’

‘Chiiiiil!’

‘That how you coming!?’

‘Can we just say she got hacked LOL’

‘STOP OMG!’

‘I hope Jungkook responds!’

‘Can they start flirting on Twitter?’

'JENKOOK SHIPPERS HOW ARE WE!? AHHHHH~!'

‘I’m ready for the inspired smut one shots about this’

‘MOM!’

‘This is the energy I inspire to have.’

‘JUNGKOOK RESPOND!’

‘JENKOOK SNAPPED!’

‘The freak in Jen jumped out’

‘Get your man sis!’

‘Somebody get her please CTFU!’

‘LMAOOOO out of pocket!’

‘MOOD’

‘We’ve been waiting for this day to come!’

‘Get it boo!’

‘Let them know sis!’ 

A few hours later, she went back on Twitter to see that Jungkook had replied, ‘Can’t get enough of me, huh? I can tell. The day before you left spoke volumes baby girl. 😏 #JK’

She chuckled as she reread his tweet. He wasn't wrong but did he really just tweet that? Two can play that game.

‘EXCUSE ME!?’

‘WHAT!?’

‘How can I be Jennie?’

‘AHHHH HE REPLIED!'

‘What happened before she left!?’

‘Jungkook PLEASE!’

‘DEAD!’

‘OMG!’

‘THE REPLY!’

‘UM!’

‘WAYMENT!’

‘Hide these tweets from Jin!’

‘I refuse to accept this!’

‘Jungkook is just a baby boy!’

After thinking about what to say, she tweeted, ‘I don’t recall. 🤔 You’re going to have to refresh my memory. #Jen’

‘OHMAHGAWDD KSSKSKSH’

‘Oh so she wants him wants him!’

‘Jen I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into lol!’

‘We would like to see it!’

‘WHAT IS HAPPENING!?’

‘She knows exactly what she’s doing.’

‘Ooh reverse psychology 101. This is smart.’

‘Sis ready!’

‘I can’t even be mad at this.’

‘Now you know the Golden Maknae doesn’t back down from a challenge!’

‘Accept the challenge and refresh her memory Jungkook!’

Later that day while out with Angelina, she and Jen took photos of each other going out for the evening and Jen so happened to wear a short dress to show off her legs. After posting a photo of herself with the dress, Jungkook was quick to reply as her heart flipped with anticipation.

‘Wow~ so beautiful. And those legs. 😏 Just wait until you get back to Seoul #Mine #JK’

‘OH?!’

‘What’s going to happen in Seoul!?’

‘AHHHHHH’

‘Calm tf down Jungkook!’

‘*grabs popcorn*’

‘JenKook shippers we have been blessed!'

‘Jin is about to kill them when he sees this ctfu’

[madisonmontgomeryimagines]

Cordelia dragging the girls to a funfair for family bonding. The witches end up in bumper cars, Madison grumpily hops in reader’s car because "I’m not driving this thing", except that everyone has grudges (playful or not) against Madison who becomes a living target, so r has to face constant assaults + Madison being dramatic af

"What? I'm not driving one of these rusty cans." Madison sounded a little too defensive when your incredulous gaze lingered on her for too long after she sank into the cramped car beside you.

"Oh yeah, it has nothing to do with knowing you've been an asshole to just about everyone earlier in the week?" You elbowed her in the ribs lightly, shaking your head in amusement. "So you're going to bring me down with you."

"I was thinking of you more as a human shield, but sure."

"Wow, get out of my car." Your voice lacked any real bite, and the drone over the speakers was finally coming to an end, the bumper cars beginning to hum to life now that everyone had gotten situated.

This was a complicated position to be in; while you weren't complaining in the slightest to have the blonde beside you, you were the only ones sharing a car. That significantly increased how many people were now going to beeline towards you to get to Madison. You supposed you enjoyed a challenge- you must if you were so smitten with Madison Montgomery after all.

"If you get me killed, don't resurrect me, I want to haunt you all," you flashed a grin at your companion before the car lurched forward under your control. Knuckles pale on the steering wheel, you cut it left and felt a small spark of hope when you narrowly avoided Zoe's car barrelling at you. The relief was short-lived when Queenie's car hit yours, colliding with Madison's side of it so hard that your car bounced back a little.

Madison's startled scream both made you jump and made you struggle not to laugh, missing half of what she was shouting at the other girl before a second impact urged you to get back into motion. Cordelia was probably the only one mature enough to not use this opportunity as a free for all, which meant you would have to target her while trying to avoid-

Two more bumper cars stopped you in your tracks, spinning your car around a few inches.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

I finally watched Wish. And I gotta say, it's not as bad as people say it is. Don't get me wrong, it's not good by any means. But it's still not so awful I felt frustrated and sick to my stomach after watching it. But it's also not so bad it's good to the point where it becomes a guilty pleasure for me like the live-action Bratz movie. It's just...bad. But not horrible. It had potential. It COULD'VE been good if the writers actually gave a single damn, and knew what they were doing. Or, alternatively, if they simply spent a few more hours on the damn movie. But alas, they did not, and since we're in the bad timeline, this is what we got. The music is what really weighs it down, with just about every song being meaningless, badly-written, and having terrible grammar/confusing metaphors that don't hold up under a microscope or even make any sense at all, really. The only thing stopping them from being completely insufferable is the fact that the actors are legitimately good singers, making it a crying shame that none of them weren't given better material to work with.

The characters themselves, though, are unfortunately very boring, one-dimensional, and contradictory/confusing in their writing. The setting, plot, and worldbuilding are all very bland and haphazard as well, to the point where I actually laughed out loud during the climactic scene at the end where the king brutalizes Asha with his evil magic. It was that ridiculous! The side characters, both human, animal, and star, were all boring and pointless(except for the Star ig) and I really have a bone to pick with Gabo especially. He goes from thinking that Asha killed her family(for no reason, mind you) to shaming Simon for being a bad friend and betraying Asha to the king, both in the SAME SCENE!!! It's like...all of the characters are this inconsistent honestly.

And I don't buy that people would be happy to "forget without regret" when it comes to their wishes. It just makes no sense to me. The writers should've come up with a better excuse for why the people of Rosas put their faith in the wishing system rather than "they forget what they wanted in the first place but are totally all right with that!" especially when Asha acts like this is a new revelation. Like come on, guys, you work at Disney! Give us something! But they gave us nothing. Because they are lazy. A shame.

Also the costumes in this movie were boring and bland af, and everything was really monochrome and lifeless. It definitely fails in comparison to the costume designs in Encanto, The Princess and the Frog, and even Tangled. Everything just feels so dull, cheap, lazy, and uninspired. Though I do like Asha's design aside from her outfit, she is very pretty and it's sad what this movie does to her. This movie in short didn't feel like a Disney 100 Anniversary. In fact, it didn't even feel like a Disney movie at all. It felt like a student film that was inspired by Disney, or like those direct to video films made for really little kids that have a low budget and even lower-quality CGI. Just a massive disappointment. I'm afraid that Disney is no longer the gold standard of animation that it used to be. Oh well. 😔

this is what really ticks me off about wish. I would be fine if it was just terrible if it ended up not being amazing or even good, but it’s mediocre. And that drives me INSANE because I see so much potential in the story and characters and the villains but they just let it bite the dust and left us with this infuriatingly mediocre movie that was supposed to be the 100 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL FOR DISNEY! That’s supposed to be something fantastical and amazing and have that wow factor but it’s just so bland and it makes me angry. Also the fact that it was originally supposed to be traditionally animated but they changed that also makes my blood boil.

[autistic-crypt1d]

Delicious in Dungeon Live Blogging:

Season 1

Ok so I'm not really an anime person but I kept seeing stuff about it on my dash and I'm gonna give it a shot!

Updates:

- intro was baller ok ok

- interesting...

- ok this is kinda funny

- the fact that there's no mouth movement from this guy is freaking me out

- I like this dude

- ok, Senshi, Laios, Marcille, and Chilchuck got it

- Senshi is joining yay!!!

- alright episode 1 pretty good!

- Episode 2

- PFFFFFFT

- I love Senshi so much

- she's trying so hard to be helpful 😭

- girl, wtf

- ok Senshi you're being an ass rn

- poor Chilchuck

- nooooo Laios!

- awwww bonding!!!!!

- wait ok I like this show

- Episode 3

- I'm intriglued by the character in the intro with the short white hair, we never see their face but they're relatively prominent

- awwww they were babiessssss

- he reminds me of that guy from a kids show, what was it called....

- OH

- OOP

- I went googling and I have no idea what the show is called but it had a blonde biy and a brunette boy as the main characters and it was an animated kids show. He reminds me of the blonde boy

- woooooo!! Let's go Senshi and Laios!!

- ah crap

- pfffft Senshi just polishing a pot

- oh wow that's a cool armour set

- is it the fact he stole the sword that they're being aggressive?

- oh nvm, a cocoon

- so the creatures got be in the helmet right?

- damn I was wrong

- oh I was right sorta

- awe it's sad when it's all floppy and helpless like that

- "oh no, it drowned" PFFFFT

- "we leave his corpse if he dies ok?" "Ok" BRUH

- can we all agree Laios is autistic af (I love him)

- KEEPS ONE

- oh I just realized it's the sword from the intro!!

- Episode 4

- oh she changed her hair!

- awwww his little farming hat

- this show is so wholesome I love it

- awww Senshi 😭

- why doesn't he pickle the extra veggies?

- OOP

- "BREAD. BREAD. BREAD. BREAD. BREAD." HELP XD

- why is everyone so mean to Chilchuck 😭

- PFFFT Senshi catching the baby before it touches the hot pan XD

- FRIENDSHIPPPPPP

- Episode 5!

- oooo new people

- I'm suspicious of the pony tail man

- oh my god the dog guy looks like my dog 😭

- as man, they were so nice

- OH CRAP

- same girl, I would've done the same, bugs FREAK ME OUT

- "Yum" "NO!!!"

- "dear lord they're creamy. I'm never gonna wear necklaces again" PFFFFT

- I love him and his lil sword friend

- I'm so obsessed

- PFFFFFT SENSHI

- so what I'm getting from this is that you can be resurrected as long as your body is recovered?

- "gentle explosions" she's so violent I love it

- way to go Senshiiiii

- EXORCISM SORBET

- he's so autistic I love him

- EW PAINTING EYEBALLS

- hey wait, it's that red elf with white hair from the intro, they were in the last painting too!

- oh wow she's scary looking

- poor baby 😭

- you forgot your water Chilchuck

- I love Marcille and Chilchuck's dynamic so much

- oh shit they're alive!!!

- as man they probably think they stole their shit

- awww her with her hair pulled back is so cuuuuute

- oooooo 4th floor is so pretty!!!!

- good lord Senshi

- ok the kelpie is sick af but the shadow was HORRIFYING

- he tried to warn youuuuu

- poor Senshi :(

- ah man they died again!!!

- OH SHOOT SIREN

- PFFFT did he just irritate the siren away???

- Laios, you're ridiculous, I love it

- those people are so gonna try and fight them aren't they

- I love these characters so much

- AWHDGSHDJ SENSHI AND MARCILLE BONDINGGGGG

- OH GOD, NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

- RUN MF RUN

- I love the way Marcille talks so much

- "WHAT HAVE I DONE!" XD

- Laios did you just eat raw parasite

- YOU DID

- this conciquences my friend

- they're all so silly I love them

- awww that's his sister isn't it?

- omg Falin and Marcille lore

- Falin taught her to be adventurous 😭

- this is so cute help

- "mind your business" PFFFT

- oh my god he didn't know about them in school I'm gonna cry

- I knew I hated pony tail guy for a reason!! He ditched them!!!

- oh shit oh shit oh shit

- OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

- LET'S GO TEAM COME ON YOU GOT THIS

- what was that????

- oop they got revived again

- now that I know axe lady is also part of the old party, I wonder what their meeting will be like, and why didn't they react to seeing her dead?

- WILD KRATTS THAT'S THE SHOW, he looks like Martin Kratt

- they're meeting oh boy

- wait, I thought the axe lady was in the other group, they have a different one?

- OH GOD SHE GOT SNIPED IN THE BRAIN

- what an ass!!!!

- oh funky dungeon lore

- Senshi without his helmet?!?!?!

- DANGER NOODLES, Laios you're adorable

- way to go axe lady!!!

- Namari! I couldn't remember she name

- yessss our girl is back in action

- LET'S GO NAMARI

- damn Chilchuck...

- ponytail man (Shuro as I now know), wanted to propose to Falin??? Were they dating?? How could he ditch them?????

- ok so Namari said it's not about money, she wants to join that other party, but saving Falin wasn't enough???

- good lord this show is so weird and I love it

- not them complimenting her into wearing it XD

- SENSHI IN THE SUIT

- ah lovely, fantasy racism

- did she just call Laios and Falin's hair brown???

- those 2 are blonde af

- awww Marcille 😭

- I'm nervous, they're at the stage of fighting the dragon, but we're only halfway through the season

- awww Laios

- Chilchuck don't call the precious boy cringe how dare you

- DRAGON

- AHHHHH

- EPISODE 11 HERE WE GO

- KENSUKE HOW COULD YOU

- NOT THE AXE

- SENSHI

- LET'S GO CHILCHUCK

- OH SHIT

- HOLY SHIT LAIOS

- did Falin just bonk the ghost out of Laios XD

- daaaaamn nice job Marcille!!!

- awww she looks so pretty with her hair done up like that!

- oh no

- GOOD GOD

- EPISODE 12

- holy crap Marcille

- Falin!!!

- y'all I'm gonna cry

- gay?????

- I really appreciate the fact that even though they're naked, it's not being sexualized like most animes I've seen. They're just existing.

- you tell him Marcille!!!

- good god Senshi

- sooooo Falin came back different

- omg Chilchuck in a turtle neck

- YES THE SIBLINGS ARE BOTH WEIRD

- I was scared Falin was gonna be a one dimensional character but she's awesome I'm happy

- pfffft Marcille's reaction

- MYSETRIOUS PAINTING ELF LADY

- Episode 13

- woah I do not like the big eye thing she just did

- ruhroh

- uhhhh what the hell

- bro something is in Falin

- ok whoops that's a guy, but THAT'S THE MAD MAGE???

- oh fug

- BEAT HIS ASS MARCILLE

- PFFFFT Senshi holding 2 mini dragons XD

- Marcille are you really trying to get advice on making dungeons right now

- OH HELL

- this got a lot less wholesome y'all

- I still love it though

- are the ghosts helping them now cuz of Falin?

- oh shit I thought I was wrong for a sec but they really are being chill

- OOP

- OH GOD

- oh the ghosts here are just always friendly

- awww little puppy yawn

- I can't tell if Chilchuck cares about them or not. He does right? I'm bad at reading stuff sometimes

- I'm going with yes he does

- yeah, yes he does

- Episode 14

- oooo new intro sequence

- it's weird that Falin isn't shown at all in the intro, and neither are all the others in the last one

- ah ok NOW they've been revived

- these guys really aren't great at staying alive

- man are they gonna die AGAIN?

- TACTICAL SMOOCH

- the lead guy from the corpse retrieval office sounds so familiar

- Kabru is a little creepy rn

- ok make that a lot creepy

- DUDE HE JUST PERMAKILLED THOSE GUYS

- permakills them but doesn't take their shit, weird set of morals you got there buddy

- dang, guess he figured out who it was and why

- I love that they added the detail of Rin twirling her hair when she's thinking and stuff

- Kabru is freaking me out y'all

- ok so he's pissed at them for being duped??

- these people are very devoted to this guy, "you're the only one who could possibly lead"???

- oooo pretty snake

- who's that???

- oh shit ponytail guy

- ew why are they doting on him like that

- I don't like this

- yeesh, our party is noooot doing well at the moment

- Episode 15

- THEIR EYES AHHHHH

- awww, he seemed to relate to the protector dryad :( he loves the party so much

- Marcille is coocoo bananas and I love it

- SENSHI NO

- awww poor awkward Laios

- omfg her single set of eyelashes XD

- Episode 16

- you leave Laios alone, he's trying his best ok

- bro what is Kabru's deal, he is freaking me out

- OH HELL

- I agree with Marcille's reaction of "woah hey"

- see, why did they have to just barely cover her chest with feathers, that's ridiculous

- listen here Shuro, Marcille did her best

- Laios has never taken anything more seriously than this how dare you insinuate otherwise just because you don't understand!!!!

- HE'S AUTISTIC YOU FUCK. NO ONE CAN KNOW HOW YOU'RE FEELING IF YOU DON'T TELL THEM.

- god I hate Shuro so much, I knew he was bad news from the first moment I saw him

- I swear to god if y'all don't stop hating on Marcille for doing her best here I'm gonna lose ittttt

- ugh maybe Laios finally beat some sense into that idiot

- alright the bell thing and offer to help them flee makes me like him a bit. He just needed a good knock in the head.

- Episode 18

- ooooooo snow

- PFFFT everyone using Laios as a wind shield

- UMMM WHO'S HOLDING ON TO MARCILLE RN

- HUH????

- bro HOW can he not tell the Senshis apart at the very least, his whole face is different!!!

- WRONG, Marcille will always complain

- BRUH

- I'm so frustrated right now

- oh hey he did it right!

- Laios is such a weirdo I love him so much

- thank you for saving the goof Marcille

- PFFFT Senshi picking up the rice trail XD

- GET YOUR MF CLAWS OF MARCILLE RN

- Episode 19

- I think it's cute Senshi has conceded to at least use magic circles instead of insisting on making a fire

- aww cat kid is adorable

- oh my god cat kid is joining!!!!

- Izutsumi, got it

- ooooo, Marcille lore??

- awww she has a Falin doll 😭

- oh shit the doll IS Falin

- oh Laios, this is not going well

- oh man she's scared of everyone dying around her because she lives so long isn't it

- yeah 😭

- LET'S GOOOOOO

- Episode 20

- Izutsumi is in the intro now!!!

- PFFFT of course Senshi accidentally made an ice golem

- Laios you sweetie pie 😭

- let's go cat girl!!!!

- see they fully covered Izutsumi's chest, why couldn't they do that for Falin

- it's still so weird to see Senshi without his helmet

- I appreciate they didn't sexualize them all being in the makeshift sauna together

- they're so cute in their winter outfits!!!

- wait, where'd Marcille's staff go?????

- ok Izutsumi you're being a lil mean rn

- you're lucky she came back for your ass!!

- god I adore Laios and his dumbassery

- would a Barometz technically be vegan since the "sheep" it grows isn't really an animal? I grew up vegan but even I don't know. I feel like yes?

- I do miss the original 4, but Izutsumi is fun

- Episode 21

- oh hey it's the elf with short white hair from the first intro

- bruh finally we get Laios acknowledging the "hallucinations"

- here we go!

- ew Soushi

- why is that unicorn's horn on its nose

- oh?????

- this village is Soushi and Laios's dream

- awww Marcille looks so pretty!!! As always ofc

- Marcille and Izutsumi being like mom and daughter is so cute omfg

- Yaad, I'm so suspicious of you

- oh shit that's where the ghosts came from

- poor Laios, that's a lot of pressure

- Episode 22

- PFFFFFFT, the girls are crammed in with Chilchuck XD

- THISTLE, WE HAVE A NAME FOR THE MAD MAGE

- ah man, this is sad

- so I'm beginning to understand how this dungeon was made, but what about all the others in the world. I'm assuming this one is special because of thistle?

- uh oh, why is Senshi nervous

- GRIFFIN, SIIIIICK

- we've never seen Senshi afraid of something before (he hates magic but that's more of like hating it than being scared)

- oh shit she just snipped off a big ol chunk of hair no hesitation

- bro I didn't think of any of that until Chilchuck mentioned it. I was so swept up in his awesomeness

- it's gonna be goofy isn't it

- oh yeah

- let's go team!!!!

- ok Senshi time to fess up

- awww Marcille's sky fish 😭

- Chilchuck lore???

- WIFE AND KIDS??????

- Episode 23

- oh shit dude this is dark

- dude...

- DUDE

- DUUUUUUDE

- y'all I'm so sad right now

- oh Laios

- 😭😭😭

- I'm gonna cry

- I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING

- OH MY GOD

- SENSHI IS KILLING ME OMFG

- IZUTSUMI

- all of them switching clothes and responsibilities is so funny

- please do not make them have to progress like this

- oh my god the ducking mollusk is the reason they can pass when no one else can?!?!?!?!

- I want them normal again :(

- one more epiaode???? Oh boy

- Episode 24

- Izutsumi gives me heavy Catra vibes

- bro really just headbutted a rock creature

- aww Chilchuck saving Marcille is so god damn cute

- wait so can't they just do 2 person rings and change each other back?

- oh geez poor Marcille

- oooooh ok nvm

- headcanon: Izutsumi has ARFID

- they're back!!!!

- ooooo Laios and Falin lore???

- Falin 1000% saw her brother wasn't doing great and that's why she followed him

- AWBJXJEKS IZUTSUMI TRYING TO COMFORT MARCILLE

- wait so they're gonna cut Falin's upper body off the main body and then eat the main body??????

- good god they're gonna get everyone to eat it, I swear if that's the finale I'm gonna lose it

- oh shit they're leading the elves in

- PFFFT FALIN GETTING SCARED BY THISTLE

- WOW. Ok I really love this show I'm really glad I watched it and I'm so excited for Season 2!!! I'll link that below once it comes out and I watch it!

[thewizardstarry]

This one is very personal to me, since its been a year since i got to the whole self growth and manifesting stuff and i write it to remind myself how far ive come yet.

Yesterday i was on my tiktok and i got that "year ago on this day blah blah..." thing and wow i dont recognize the person i used to be anymore!

Me year ago:

- 0 friends (the fake bitches dont count)

- forever single

- stucked in the environment i hated

- low self esteem, goddamn hatred towards myself

- ugly ass short hair, ruined by bleaching and hair dye, literally looked like straw, very stiff in texture

- no makeup skills, my sense of style was very questionable

- terrible mental health

- underweight and flat lol

- very pesimistic about future, even scared of it

- none existent social life

Me now:

- has great friends who respect and care about me

- quite popular

- in relationship with the best guy i've ever met

- confident af, bad bitch energy

- has thick wavy hair, dyed back to their natural brown color, soft and shiny

- loves herself

- takes much more care of her skin and hair

- gained some weight (in form of muscles), has strong body build and thicc clepsidra shape

- prettier face (got rid of baby face and finally look my age, more prominent cheekbones etc)

- found a hairstyle that suits me perfectly

- better makeup and clothing style

- radiates feminine energy

- mentally stable, doesnt need therapist or antidepressant and is doing great

- ambitious and looking forward to what future holds

- has a odd job, makes a lot of money weekly and can afford anything she wants

- travels a lot, goes to many parties and concerts

"I'm going to glow up one more time"

[queen-of-boops]

Volume 6 Thoughts

Geri is about to catch some hands. Girl cannot take no for an answer and is beyond delusional when it comes to Joyo. Telling her off felt good.

Why does Joyo's little pouty face get me every time? It's so sad and cute at the same time.

No Travis, I don't want you, I don't know how many times I have to say it.

I'm sorry, but why do none of the couples change anymore? There was so much drama last week and still nothing changed.

The sleepwear options are cute, especially the teddy. My MC is fully embracing her Barbie era with all the pink outfits this season.

I've seen quite a few other people say it, but why the hell do we need to sneak out to the daybeds? I want Travis and Geri to know we don't want to sleep next to them.

Joyo mentioned in casa that he loves dirty talk and girls whispering in his ear. Idk if the other boys said that or not in this volume but it is a Joyo specific thing in my head now.

All the boys smell like cedarwood apparently and I reject it. Joyo's a scuba diver from a beach town for Christ's sake, he should smell like the sea and maybe something like bergamot. Not cedarwood (that should be Alex specific and I'll die on that hill).

Bits scene itself was short ànd kinda lackluster.... I don't have time to rewrite it, but it's tempting.

Okay, again, idk what the morning chat looks like for everyone but I was kicking my feet and squealing like a little girl. It was established in casa that Joyo hates camping and sleeping outside, but he goes on this little rant about how much he enjoyed sleeping under the stars with us and how we're the only person he'd do that for. Can you say swoon-worthy?

Fuck off Geri, JOYO DOESN'T WANT YOU.

Okay, on a non Raf route, Daph is adorable. I love her and Raf together.

Movie night titles were way better this season. I particularly liked 'Jumping for Joyo', 'Geri Much In Love', and 'Daph-Need Your Love'.

But the movie night drama was not it. Wow, a bombshell came in and flirted with me, call the press! Thank God Evan said something. The rest of the clips felt contrived or like they were just there to make Geri look bad (can't Joyo just pick me cause he likes me more and not cause Geri's a hot mess hypocrite?)

Can we also just appreciate that when I say my head isn't turning, everyone knows it's still on Joyo. We've been asking for this since casa s2 and it's finally, consistently remembering who I said I want to be with no matter how many people are interested in me.

Date with Evan was fine. Love that he seems to respect the word no. His sprite is fine AF, but I really just want him to be my villa bestie.

Love how soft and melty Joyo is one on one now, it's precious.

I absolutely howled when Joyo came to pull me for a chat and talked right over Geri's protests. She was so shocked.

Yes, Joyo! Admit you're a jealous motherfucker and let's get back together already!

Travis. Get it through your head. I'm telling you I'm closed off with Joyo, that doesn't mean I want to keep getting to know you like that. I don't want you.

Flowers, really? Kinda hoping they actually aren't from Joyo (and think they might not be just so FB can have him be jealous and start more drama). It's a little weird honestly and an interesting choice for a cliffhanger.

Still really enjoying this season for all its faults honestly. Joyo has me in the palm of his hand and I'd happily go with him anywhere. Not totally sure I see the vision for where they're gonna take the rest of the season, but as long as I get to keep flirting with Joyo, I'm good.