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#he’s king but only because the fancy chair is really really comfy
wishing-stones · 7 months
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I have some thoughts about the mood board to share later (currently ass deep in research, it's fine), but what kind of personal touches does each of the boys' (plus Ren's) rooms have? And how much does each room depart from the base interior of the hold?
The boys have pretty much free lease on their own spaces, but most of them largely go with the same baroque style, just... in different colors.
I'm just slapping down ideas with Google Image search. Long post is long and also image heavy.
Killer's room looks like:
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This, but with darker greys and some touches of red. His bed is pushed up against one wall as well, but he does have a lot of the same furniture. His room is fairly simple by choice, featuring little more than a desk, some bookshelves, a dresser, a standing mirror, and a single chair and coffee table. It's all fairly worn as well, but he's managed to not destroy the original fixtures. His room is on the inner side of the hallway, so he doesn't have a balcony or windows. He doesn't mind.
Dust's room looks like:
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This in muted greys and dark blues (and minus the chandelier). He has a balcony and windows, a lot of bookshelves, two desks, a seating area near a fireplace (that frequently isn't lit) a wardrobe, and a lot of rugs. His furniture is both very heavy and fairly modern-- he's destroyed enough of it in LV attacks that he learned heavy furniture will deter him from ruining it, and even if he does, it's easier to replace than the nice-ass stuff elsewhere in the castle.
Axe's room looks like:
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But, similar to Dust, he has it in muted greys and blues. He also doesn't have such a fancy headboard or curtain-- actually, he doesn't have a lot at all that's very fancy. Like Killer, his room is on the inside wall of the hallway, so he has no window or balcony. He has some threadbare rugs, with a few, newer and softer ones closer to his bed and the bathroom. He has an enormous bed that takes up most of the space, but also has a large comfy sofa in a small seating area, a wide dresser, a desk he doesn't often use, and some bookshelves. These are a mix of modern and fancy-- the desk is very fancy, but a California King doesn't really have a lot of options in fancier styles. It and the dresser are both very modern.
Cross' room looks like:
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... except with less gold and more black. He's more-or-less left it as-is, but has a balcony and windows. He has the seating area, fireplace, desk, bookshelves, wardrobe, and standing mirror. His desk is piled high with masses of paperwork, since he does the bulk of the mission write-ups. Everything else in his room looks... barely used. It's clear he's only usually in it to write reports and sleep.
Baggs' room looks like:
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Lots of white with touches of champagne and gold. He hasn't done a lot to it, because he's rarely there. Mostly it was a color shift from black to white (since he's used to white, being in the lab as often as he is). Like the other balconied rooms, he has a fireplace and a seating area. He has two desks, a wardrobe, standing mirror, and a chaise (also in the seating area). It's entirely dependent on where he is when Nightmare knocks him out if he sleeps in this room, or sleeps in a side room in the lab.
Nightmare's room looks like:
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and
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in black and gold. The bed is enormous and ornate with a canopy, and he also has a balcony(ies), fireplace, and seating area-- they're just in another sectioned-off part of the room. So is his closet (walk in-- he collects a lot of fancy clothes and things he doesn't often wear unless he's being fancy) and small, personal reading nook (in the same section as his closet, it's a comfy chair surrounded by floor-to-ceiling bookcases). He has a balcony through the seating area (to the left of the bed) and across the room from his bed-- it wraps around, and he has his master bedroom situated at the head of the wing the rest of his boys (and Ren) sleep in.
Ren's room is going to be a bit of a doozy, since it gets featured a lot.
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Their (and everyone else's, more or less) seating area and fireplace are directly to the right as you enter their room. They have two chairs as shown, a table, and a chaise that helps box that area in. The arm of the chaise faces the door. To the immediate left of the door is their wardrobe, and nestled between it and some bookshelves is their desk.
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Their bed is canopied similarly to this one, and on the far wall across from the desk. To the right of it is the en-suite bathroom, and to the left are the doors to the balcony. Their room is done in dark burgundy and black, with touches of dark wood.
Everyone has an en-suite bathroom as well. Speaking of those...
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They don't have windows, but the full mirror is standard. The showers have frosted glass, and the tubs are claw-footed, not built-in. They're just as fancy as the rest of the castle is.
All of them still have the framing and paneling seen throughout the rest of the castle, as well as light fixtures and detailing. Colors, furniture, and the style of their beds are largely up to them.
Their room orders are largely:
Nightmare, at the head of the hall
[An empty garden-facing room] [Hallway] [Killer] [Ren] [Hallway] [Axe] [Empty garden-facing room] [Hallway] [Empty] [Cross] [Hallway] [Empty] [Baggs] [Hallway] [Chara, when he's here] [Dust] [Hallway] [Empty] [Empty][Hallway][Empty]
(Hopefully this more or less conveys the layout without actually drawing it, lmao.)
The hall turns left into the wing from a long hallway lined with windows on the garden-facing side. Everyone is on the second story.
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hotcat37 · 1 month
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Käsh (can be stalker or not, whatever you prefer) and 20? For the kiss one 🫣💚
some soft Käsh for a change <3
20: on a scar
Tommy's bed is absurdly comfy. Probably because it's king sized, but to Jere it's the handmade blankets contrasting with the fancy bed that really add to the comfortable factor. He rolls around between the blankets, stretching out his bare legs, much like a happy lazy cat.
"What are you so happy 'bout?" Tommy chuckles, turning in the chair at his desk to watch his boyfriend on the bed.
Jere wiggles on the mattress, feeling giddy for some reason, honestly just happy to be here. He's wanted to come over to Tommy's place for so long now and he already feels right at home here.
"You have nice bed." The Finn grins. "So soft!"
Tommy's smile only widens at that. Jere hides under the blankets when the brunette slowly crawls on the bed like a predator. He giggles, only to yelp as Tommy grabs a hold of his ankles, pulling until Jere is underneath him. The Estonian playfully traps him under his body, interlocking their fingers and pushing their hands together above the rapper's head.
"Not as soft as you, beautiful~" The older man coos, laughing when Jere rolls his eyes. Tommy looks like he's about to tease some more before he gets distracted. His eyes trail down Jere's body, to the exposed pale flesh from where his lover's hoodie has rode up in the scuffle.
Jere watches amused at how Tommy releases his hands only to flop unceremoniously onto his side. The Estonian's fingers reach out to brush against an exposed torso, quietly exploring. Jere doesn't really get the fascination, Tommy has seen him shirtless about a hundred times by now, after all. But it doesn't make him enjoy the attention any less.
Long eyelashes brush over cheeks as Tommy blinks slowly, observing. Jere relaxes back against the mattress and closes his eyes to fully enjoy the gentle touches. Only to open them again when Tommy pipes up with a question.
"What happened here?" A delicate finger follows the line slashed across Jere's tummy.
Tommy is now propped up on his elbow, gaze fixated on the scar. Huh. Has Jere never told him about this? He must've forgotten. It's not like Tommy has ever made a comment about it. But the question doesn't bother him, so he answers truthfully, further stretching to give his boyfriend easier access to prod at the scar.
"I get surgery and they take my big...uh....organ." Jere explains the best he can in his sleepy state. Tommy seems to get it, though, nodding his head in response.
There's comfortable silence between them for a bit. Tommy keeps trailing his fingers over the line and Jere lets him, relaxed and slowly drifting off to slumber. But then his Estonian quirks a smile at him and Jere holds his gaze.
"It's pretty." A grin blooms on Jere's face, his cheeks flushing slightly in a sudden rush of adoration.
He squeaks out a laugh when Tommy flips himself on top of him again, pinning him down against the bed. Jere wiggles and squirms, giggling when the brunette only hikes his hoodie up further, bending his head to kiss the scar. Jere curls in on himself, ticklish.
"Don't try to fight me, Jere...." Tommy growls playfully, biting into Jere's tummy to make him squeal.
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Eugenides: *smirks*
Attolia: stop that.
Gen: stop what?
Attolia: smiling.
Gen: make me. *smirks wider*
Attolia: *trying to figure out if amputating a mouth is possible*
Gen, reading her thoughts: it’ll never work.
Attolia, mumbling: I know.
Gen: *full on grimaces*
Attolia: stop that.
Eugenides: stop what?
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mxvladdy · 3 years
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Sleep HCs
It’s a sleepy day for me and by doggo so here are some sleep head cannons of the brothers bc why not.
Lucifer 
Is a stomach or side sleeper. Not because he likes it but out of necessity. His back still irritates him, so when he actually schedules some shut eye he preps meticulously. 
He bathes before hand, usually soaking in a mix of muscle relaxers to help release some of the tension from the work day and to help with his nerve damage. His favorite scents are lavender and a blend of spearmint. They make him a little drowsy and soften his perpetual headache. 
His bed is very nest-like. Pillows and blankets meticulously placed to help him stay in one place while he rests. Too much tossing and turning irritates him. He likes feeling cocooned and tight. It is a self soothing mechanism he developed over his first few years in the devildom. 
But this is all when he actually has time to sleep for more than a few hours. 
Most of his sleeping is little naps thrown in over the work week. On average he gets about 14-18 hours a week. It’s enough (so he says but he is a cantankerous bastard regardless so it’s hard to tell for sure) 
He sleeps like the dead, hands down corpse like. But don’t let that fool you, he doesn’t sleep like the dead. He is up and moving the moment he hears something that sounds like trouble. 
Runs cold. Has fancy silk pajama sets. A gift from Diavolo. 
His mattress is extra firm.
Mammon 
Back and side sleeper. He has a bed- but he uses it mostly as an extension to his wardrobe. Let's be real. He’s a messy guy. He normally crashes on his couch after a wild weekend bender.
He moves a lot in his sleep, kicking, tossing and turning. An absolute tangle of limbs and clothes. Like Lucifer he has a few scars and old injuries that twinge and hurt when he lays on them. Not that it stops him. 
He sleeps like the dead, tossing and turning and all. Short of someone dragging him off his couch or touching goldie he doesn’t wake up. 
Snores and drools-will not admit it but when he stumbles out of his room looking like a hot mess, crusty eyes and bedraggled hair you know he had a great sleep. 
He doesn’t have a set sleeping schedule. He goes until he crashes- like the energizer bunny. 
Sleeps with one body pillow. Likes the feel of having something draping or touching him in his sleep. Reminds him of when he would fall asleep with his brothers after a long day of training and studying in the celestial realm. 
Runs hot so he likes to sleep in his boxers and a tank top.
His mattress is medium firm
Leviathan 
Does he sleep? The world may never know. 
Between the energy drinks he practically IV drips into his veins and he determination to power though another level he doesn’t remember when he sleeps.
He just blacks out. A blink turns into a twelve hour coma. 
His tub is comfy as hell and everybody knows it. It cradles him when he sleeps, blankets and pillows are now molded to his shape. 
He washes his tub lining often. He really likes the smell of citrus and musk. Whenever the smell begins to dissipate he’ll toss it all in the wash. Minus his novelty pillows. Those get dry cleaned or spot cleaned. 
He’s a side sleeper. Once he’s settled he ain’t moving. 
Though since he doesn’t plan to sleep 80% of the time he passes out at his desk. But can you blame him? I bet he has a super cozy gaming chair and pillow.
Runs cold. Cocoons himself in mounds of blankets. Snake burrito. 
He doesn’t have a mattress but the mound of pillows and blankets is the equivalent of a medium soft mattress 
Satan
Probably has the most normal sleep schedule. He has a set wind down time and lights out time too.
Does he keep to it? I mean- it’s the thought that counts. If he is wrapped up in a good book or research time just gets the better of him. 
He has his bed nestled up against the one window of his room that isn’t covered in books or shelves 
Uses the eternal moonlight to read. Drifts off most evenings with a book slipping down his chest.
Sleeps propped up on a poof or reading pillow. Doesn’t like things covering him. He runs hot so his pajamas are enough for him. 
Needs the least amount of sleep out of all the brothers. He loves that. Means he can read and do more without it hampering his mood.
Very light sleeper any shift he does in his sleep wakes him up. But he normally falls right back to sleep. 
His mattress is firm 
Asmodeus
Scheduled down to the minute. If he doesn’t get his nine hours of sleep be prepared for a scene. 
Starts getting ready for bed about two hours before he actually falls asleep. Hot bath, oils, new face mask to try, the works. School can be stressful you know? And six brothers? It’s a miracle he doesn’t have wrinkles yet.   
He keeps his bedroom tidy and always smelling good. Needless clutter messes with him and makes it hard for him to fall asleep. 
Has a noise machine and an oil diffuser on when he sleeps. Even if he's in bed he knows his brothers aren't so it helps mute them so he can sleep.
Sleeps in the nude. He doesn't run hot or cold but he likes to sleep in a cooler room. Helps shrink the pores or something like that. 
His bed is large but sparse. He really only needs his silk sheets and a thin cover. He has a few bolster pillows and poofs on the bed but really he doesn't sleep with pillows. 
Is a back sleeper and- no one will tell him this on fear of death but he is an ugly sleeper. 
Mouth open, limbs akimbo, soft little snores and snorts. It’s cute, whether or not he thinks so. 
His mattress is soft
Beelzebub
Tries to have a good sleep schedule. It’s imperative to keeping up a healthy body after all.
But he gets so hungry. He gorges himself when he starts to feel tired in hopes that he can sleep a few hours before getting up for a midnight (or anytime snack) 
He drinks a lot of tea actually right before bed. It makes him sleepy and fills up his stomach. 
He sleeps on his stomach with his arms wrapped around his pillow. Another one that sleeps in the buff too. He is a night sweater too. 
He only started covering himself for bed when you started living with them. It’s only polite. 
Gets about 2 to 3 hours at a time with a snack break in between. 
He doesn’t have a lot of pillows mostly because he has eaten them while dreaming. Constantly buying new pillows adds up ya know?
He doesn’t toss and turn but he does roll over once or twice in the night.
Dead silent when he sleeps. He just emits a deep rumble when he snoozes. From his chest or his stomach. It’s a 50/50 split. 
His mattress is medium firm 
Belphegor 
Ha.
The king of sleep. The lord of stealth sleeping. It’s become a sport to him now. How many sleeping nooks can he find around R.A.D so Lucifer’s blood pressure spikes looking for him. His highest score is 37. 
If he could sleep with his eyes open he would. But he can’t and he hates it.
He likes to sleep during the school day. It’s a mix of protesting this dumb idea and so that he can stay up at night when everything is nice and quiet. 
It doesn’t  matter to him where or how he sleeps. As long as he can curl up around something soft he is happy. 
Likes it dark and very snug when he’s sleeping. A very still sleeper. Once he’s comfy he locks in place. 
Murmurs in his sleep. Little disjointed things. You can have a full fledged conversation with him. He’ll give you little grunts and sighs in response. 
If he does get to his room before falling asleep he buries himself in blankets to the point where you can't figure out if he is in there or not. (Kinda like those lizards that bury themselves in sand, same motion and everything.) 
Again doesn’t care where he sleeps but his mattress is soft. 
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xpeachesncream · 3 years
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hi my dearest nikki <3, for Valentines season, Idk if someone already requested this but I wanted a Tae x y/n vacation somewhere abroad with some spicy steamin' lovemaking and a marriage proposal perhaps? hahaha i am forever in love with these two and your playlist in PW is my everyday playlist,just a tmi :)
perfectly wrong | drabble [12]: when the love is real, and right.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, sweet taehyung, unprotected soft sex as you try and cater to your man, straddling, some breast play, nothing too bad really - this drabble is meant to be cute af! (highly recommend music linked above lol)
note: imma make ya’ll cry with this one. lmfao, jk 😂 please don’t cry! happy valentines, loves! you are all beautiful and strong ❤️ you’ve come so far, please don’t ever give up! keep on keepin’ on, baby! i’ll always be here rooting for you!
update: please read this announcement!
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School graciously provided another week of freedom in February, which so happened to fall right by Valentine's day. You were excited to relax and sleep in, be lazy with Taehyung and do absolutely nothing.
Except, not. Because all of a sudden, your man is rushing into your apartment, telling you to pack your things so you could make it in time for your flight later that evening.
"We gotta go, love." He pulls the luggage out of your closet and starts throwing your undies and bras from your drawer into it.
"Taehyung, please. What are you doing?" You looked over your covers, too lazy to move and do anything about it right now. You watched as he started rummaging through your pajamas and your socks, for whatever reason. "Tae, hello?"
"Come on, you need to pack. We have a flight to catch."
"Says who?"
"Says me." He smiles toothlessly, his bread cheeks poking out from either of his face as he holds up two airline tickets. Because you have terrible eyesight, you can't even make out the destination on the tickets and you don't even try to. It would be useless.
"Where are we going? I thought we were just going to stay home all week."
"I mean, that's always nice, but I saw that flights were cheap so I just bought 'em."
"So you just bought 'em? Really?"
"Miss girl, I don't have time to answer all of your questions right now. I can do that on the flight." He tilts his head and starts motioning for you to get up. "Come on, pretty please? It'll be worth it, I promise." You slightly whine, but you get up anyways and start to get ready for whatever this was. You throw on some comfy sweats and Taehyung's hoodie, then begin to pack your things. He says it's a tropical area [but 'not really,' he also says?], it's mainly humid and you'll be going into the water majority of the time. So, you pack a few bathing suits, a few light kimono type cardigans, shorts, crop tops and light jackets and call it a day. You've left whatever pajamas, underwear, socks and bras Taehyung had throw into your luggage cause at this point, you've learned that he does pay attention to what you pack and bring along.
And so that's what happened before you found yourself in a 1-bedroom Villa overlooking the ocean in Disney Aulani 8 hours later. You began to think this was planned all along, being that Taehyung had snagged a fancy room, with an ocean view and a fat bouquet of roses just waiting for you on the king-sized bed. Happy was an understatement.
Taehyung had made sure your entire week was filled with things to do, being that you both didn't know when you could go back to Hawaii like this. He rented out a jeep, driving you around the entire island of Oahu within the week's time, sight seeing, taking tons of pics together, stopping at food trucks, shopping small towns, and pulling random, small hikes together. He even made sure to take you to the Dole Plantation so you could grab that dole whip you had been raving about for so long and to the flea market to grab tons of cheap, fun souvenirs. He knew just what you liked, and he knew what would make you happy. He was happy to see you happy. Some days also were more lowkey, where you'd spend it at the various pools in Aulani's backyard, going snorkeling or paddle boarding, or even just going down the street at the ABC Convenience Store to binge on the cheap hot food [like $2 spam masubis!] and milk tea.
If it was easy to just snap your fingers and live somewhere else with Tae, it would be right here. Days moved so slowly on the island and you loved every minute of it. People really appreciated taking things slow here. Just imagining your life with Taehyung on an island like Oahu was *chef's kiss* - imagining your man in his shorts and fluffy hair in a loose shirt, waking up to the sounds of the beach every day. God damn. You truly loved him, and you'd go anywhere with him.
And Taehyung felt the same exact way, which is why he had one last thing planned before it was time to head back.
He had gone downstairs to grab some things as he says, but he had asked you to get dressed so he could take you on a fancy, romantic dinner. He had thrown on some slacks and a button up short-sleeved shirt tucked in, his curls messy but also not? Whatever you call it, he was fine as hell and you wanted nothing but to eat him up. Truthfully. You sat on the couch in a simple black, off the shoulder, mesh-like dress, which Taehyung also wanted nothing but to eat you up with the way you were swaying your hips in that dress. On everything, he almost wanted to call dinner quits just so he could have you instead.
But, he needed to stick to the plan for specific reasons. You sat on the couch, flipping through the channels when Taehyung had walked in and straight into the room. He had something tucked under his arm but you couldn't figure out what else he was fiddling with in his hands. Then, you heard him on the phone, faintly responding behind the walls with a 'sounds good, thank you!' before he opened the room door with a smile on his face.
"Ready for dinner?"
"Sure, weirdo." You laughed as you walked towards him, getting on your tippytoes to plant a kiss on his lips. He took your hand and led you inside the room, only for you to see the balcony lit with candles and a table for two set up, with a simple rose in the middle as decoration and soft music playing in the background. You had placed your hand over your mouth, speechless as to how he even did this right under your nose.
The best part [besides Tae himself] was the view of the ocean with the sun slowly setting in front of you.
"Welcome to Maison de Taehyung." He giggled with that deep, nerdy giggle of his that you love so much, making you playfully shove him away. Before you could make your way to the balcony, there was a knock on the door. Taehyung had welcomed Room Service in, allowing them to wheel in the food to the balcony and set the rest of the finishing touches before leaving you both to your privacy.
"Baaaaabe." You whined, almost in tears. He pulls you close, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he plants a kiss on your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. The butterflies.
He leads the way, pulling out your chair before sitting himself down. The food was amazing, the main course being a specialty the chef had whipped up just for Taehyung pulling his charm downstairs with the front desk. Typical Tae, really. You didn't need dessert, being that the main dish was super filling, but you ate it anyways because fuck it - you're in Hawaii with the love of your life and it was a bomb ass chocolate cake. You don't skip on that.
You sit on the bed as room service is quickly cleaning out the balcony, taking the plates and the table cloth along with them. You were full and satisfied, and you couldn't wait to just be in bed in Tae's arms. Dinner was special because not only did you get to eat this food with that view, but you got to talk to Tae about everything and anything. He indulged in every minute of it, giving you his undivided attention while the colors of the sunset bounced off of your skin. He loved you more than you even knew. He loved that he was here with you, and that you had taken a chance on him because this is where he wanted to be. This is the life he wanted, and this is the person he wanted to share it with.
"I'll be right back, baby."
"What are you up to now?" You giggled.
"Mmm, it's probably best you just wait." You nod silently as you watch him walk out of the room.
You stepped out into the balcony again in hopes of Tae joining you when he gets back, getting the last few bits of the sun right before it sunk into the horizon. Your phone began to buzz in your hands, signaling a call coming in.
"Jeon Jungkook." You answer his facetime call.
"Let me see Hawaii."
"You're too late, the sun literally just went down." He clicks his teeth.
"Maaaan. I would have liked an invite."
"Don't get mad at me fool, I didn't even know we had a flight until Taehyung busted into my room trying to pack my things." He laughs.
"What a guy."
"What do you want?"
"Jeez, that's no way to talk to your bestfriend."
"I'm on vacation, you should be lucky I didn't send your ass to voicemail. What do you want?"
"I just wanna talk to you guys. I'm bored."'
"Where's Hobi and Yoongs?"
"Being boring at their own homes."
"Jin?"
"Cafe."
"Jimin and Namjoon?"
"Jimin is home, Namjoon is downtown."
"Then sucks to suck, loner."
"You're a real piece of work, even in Hawaii." You laugh. "Where's Tae?"
"I don't know, he ran off again. He's been busy trying to surprise me with things left and right."
"Has he now?" Jungkook bites his bottom lip, knowing full well what's about to happen next. The whole reason Taehyung stepped out was to call him and calm his nerves. Was this Taehyung's bestfriend, or yours?
"Yeah, he's the best." You say, smiling to yourself as you fiddle with the top portion of your dress. You hear the front door close, assuming Taehyung had gotten back from whatever he was doing. "Uh, I think he's back, I should--"
"No, can't you just talk to me for like 5 minutes, Y/N?"
"Why are you so needy?" You chuckled.
"I just told you I was bored. I wanna say hi to Tae."
"Well when he comes here, I'll let you say hi."
"What else did you guys do today?"
"Uh, we took it pretty easy and played around at the beach."
"Cute."
"Baby, can you help me find something?" You hear Taehyung's voice right behind you.
"Sure." You say, keeping your eyes on Jungkook, who's chuckling to himself. You furrowed your brows at the camera. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Go help him."
"Okay, hold on." You say, putting the phone down by your hip. You turned, only to jump back in surprise. "Taehyung!" You gasped, your hand over your mouth. Taehyung had been behind you the whole time, his 100 watt smile shining as he bent down on one knee, holding out a small case that held a fancy diamond ring.
"Look, you know I'm pretty bad with speeches but I think you already know how you make me feel. I just, I--" He did a slight head tilt as he chuckled and took another deep breath. "I really, really love you, Y/N. It's always been you. You've become my better half and I truly can't see my life without you." You begin to cry heavily, forgetting Jungkook is still hanging on to dear life by your hip. It all makes sense now.
Why the hell would Jungkook call you at this time?
"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" He asks, tears welling up in his eyes watching you cry in front of him. Your words can't escape your mouth because you really don't even know what to say. You're speechless, and you didn't even expect this to happen right at this moment. You knew you loved him, and you knew you were set with him. But to have him propose on a night like this in Hawaii? Unbelievable.
You nod and he shakily slips the ring onto your ring finger before you wrap your arms around his neck tightly as he hugs you. You pulled back to kiss him, only to be startled by all the screaming coming from your phone. Taehyung laughs as he holds you and watches you bring the phone back up to your view, seeing Jimin, Namjoon, Hobi, Yoongi and Jin all in one frame with Kook.
"You fucking liar!" You yell at Kook, making him laugh his loud, elmo laugh.
"We love youuuuuuuuu!" Jimin yells from his position, with Jin blowing kisses into the frame.
"You planned this all along." You turn and say to Taehyung softly. He just nods and shrugs, making you bite your bottom lip as to how attractive he was for pulling all of this shit right under your nose. "I'm gonna have to call you guys back later."
"Ooooooh, ew." Yoongi says before you abruptly hang up the call and jump into Tae's arms.
He brings you into the room, you tossing your phone onto the dresser, causing Taehyung to laugh into the kiss. He sits on the edge of the bed as you grip his face softly, your tongues fighting each other for dominance as the kiss intensifies. You feel his hands start to unzip your dress from the back, causing you to bite his bottom lip and gently pull back. He lets out a small moan as he fiddles with the rest of your zipper and successfully gets the dress to fall from your shoulders, exposing your breasts from underneath. You arch your back slightly, allowing Taehyung to plant kisses down your neck and to your breasts, using his tongue to toy with each nipple one by one. He sucks on it gently, pulling back with a pop before he blows onto them, goosebumps rippling through your body. You quickly unbutton his shirt as he's kissing your neck, causing you to let out a small hiss feeling his tongue against your skin.
It doesn't take long before both of your clothes are scattered across one side of the room, Tae holding you close as you continue to straddle him. You grind your hips into his, feeling his hardened member rub against your throbbing pussy.
"Fuck." He whispers. "I can feel how wet you are." You bite onto your bottom lip as you position yourself onto his hardened member and slowly sink yourself down. You watch as his head tilts backwards, eyes shut while his mouth is slightly opened to let out a moan. You began to slowly rock your hips into his, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You loved feeling his warm skin against yours and his strong arms holding you close. "Baby." He moans. "God, I love you." He says as you start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips a little  quicker.
"Nnnnng--Tae." You let out a breathy moan, tilting your head back in pleasure. Your back slightly arches along with it, allowing Tae to let his hands roam up your back while he kissed you softly along your chest, down to your stomach and back up to your breasts. He loved every bit of you, and he wanted to show you. Every. Single. Inch.
"If you keep moving like that, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers, nibbling onto your earlobe while his hands guide you, pushing you to ride him faster. In which, you do. You grant your man's wishes and pick up the pace quite a bit. The least you could do is cater to him after what he's done for you this week. He's moaning your name, calling you baby and whispering how special you are to him in your ear, making it incredibly difficult for you to keep holding on while he does so. "You're so beautiful."
"Babe, I'm close." Your nose is touching his, his eyes locked onto yours. "Fuck, babe. I'm gonna cum." You whine the more your hips are working his cock. You feel every inch of him inside of you, tickling your core enough to send you hurdling over the edge in a matter of minutes. "Ohhhh, fuck!" You yell, your body tensing up as he holds you close with your hands tangled in his hair. It's not long before he fills you up, your walls pulsating around his member being the cherry on top for him.
"Mmmmmshit! Baaaaby." He elongates his moan, no other noises coming out of him as the sensation completely takes over his body. You wrap your arms around his neck while regulating your breathing, his member beginning to soften within you.
"I love you." You whisper in his ear.
"I love you too, fiancé." He says, causing you to giggle as he places a kiss on your shoulder before allowing you to get up and get cleaned up.
So, we're really doing this thing, huh?
This thing called life with Kim Taehyung.
Absolutely, yes. 100%. 
You'd do it over and over again, just as long as he was by your side.
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xiudaddyhadmelike · 3 years
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Chanyeol as your boyfriend
-this is a cry for help, i am this close to turning into a chanyeol stan blog
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The Beginnings:
so, so much blushing
i feel like he’d wait a little while before asking you on your first date
mainly because he’s shy but also to give himself time to make sure his feelings aren’t a phase
although he’d be pretty obvious with his feelings anyway lmao, turning away all flushed whenever you made eye contact, sneaking lots of little compliments your way
the other guys would certainly notice and make fun of him for it
After dating a while:
introduces you to toben before the rest of his family lmao
is very affectionate from the get-go, loves holding your hand or having his hand on your waist
yes, he’s your boyfriend but he’s also your best friend, and you spend as much time together as possible
he brings you to the studio whenever possible, makes you all comfy on a chair with his hoodie so he can play you guitar or show you his latest project
your first anniversary would be so romantic, maybe he’d take you back to the spot you’d had your first date or take you on a mini road trip, depending on both your schedules
loves getting you small gifts all the time: sweets, keychains, stuffed toys, anything that he sees that makes him think of you
living with chanyeol would either be really peaceful or chaotic, there’s no inbetween
okay so chaos most of the time, he is so dramatic and loud and silly
you play lots of video games together, if he loses he will fuk you HAHAA
after a long day on his schedule he’d come home so clingy and sleepy, he’d be like putty in your arms
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Habits and other shit:
looooves when you wear his clothes, basically gives you his hoodies whenever he buys a new one
always calling you “baby” im passing away
okay so chanyeol loves doing his skincare with you. like have you seen his skin?? especially loves doing cute facemasks with you hehe
unfortunately i think he’d be kinda messy to live with, he’s got so much stuff everywhere and this might cause little arguments from time to time
hates arguing with you tho, he’s a big baby and would never upset you on purpose. if he ever does his face is always like  🥺 
he loves playing with your hair whenever you’re cuddling together
oh yeah cuddles, he loves to cuddle you with his legs and arms all over the place, he snuggles into your neck and strokes up and down your side
he’s just extremely good at making you feel loved
he can get a little bit possessive and if he catches anyone else looking at you he will stare them down
his kisses are juicy look at his big ol’ lips
loves when you bite his lips, will bite yours in return hehe
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Dates:
doesn’t take you on loads of dates, but that’s only because you’re always spending time together anyway
not into super fancy dates, will take you to dinner but just to some small local restaurant, nothing over the top 
beach walk dates as well 
okay listen ... STARGAZING DATES
drives into the countryside with you, has a bunch of pillows and blankets in the back, his guitar, snacks, the stars, CHANYEOL i am screaming
on the topic of car dates, he’d take you to drive-in cinemas
imagine kisses in his car while the movie plays in the background omg
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Sex:
im gonna have a ✨ heart attack ✨
he’s fairly dom, unsurprisingly
high sex drive, boy can’t keep his hands off of you
he really likes rough sex, loves doggy so he can grab your hips or pull your hair
slaps your butt with his huge hands
loves to overstimulate you, puts his long tongue and fingers to work
loves eating you out
oral in general honestly, definitely wants bjs all the time so get slurping
enjoys quickies
especially in the mornings when you have time off together
don’t worry though, he’ll always make sure you finish
multiple times :)
even though he’s pretty rough he’s definitely goofy as well
unless you’d made him jealous or something, he’d rarely be super serious during
lots of giggling, LOTS of  talking
always asking if you’re okay, if you’re comfortable, if you feel good
loves having you ride him, gives him the opportunity to grab your hips and pound up into you
likes hickeys and scratches, both giving and receiving
his moans would be god-like, super deep
between dirty talk and constant groans, he’s pretty loud during sex which is fantastic to me
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So in summary, a relationship with Chanyeol would be so much fun. He’s definitely a best-friend type of boyfriend, you spend so much time together whether it’s playing video games, in the studio or running errands. Being a creative, multi-talented king he’ll always keep you entertained and proud of whatever his next project is. But no one’s more proud than he is of having you as his s/o, he shows you off at any opportunity he gets. 
I don’t own the gifs, credit to the respective owners 
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thefanbasewhore · 3 years
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Little Bird. || Part 2
Summary: Din shows you the stars, like his promise the night before but the way they shine against your skin creates a new sense of beauty that even he can’t run from.
Warning/content: Soft Din (like usual), touched starved beskar babe coming your way. (Din takes his helmet off)
Taglist (only for this series) || Series Master list || My Master list || Part 1
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“Good morning Princess.” The voice of another startles you, no matter how sweet and soft the rasp of the younger woman is. It makes you groan, but is nothing compared to the one that rips through your throat as she pulls on the curtains, letting the harsh morning rays slip through the cracks. “The Mand'alor is requesting your presence at breakfast in ten minutes but he said if you don’t want to go it is okay.”
As soon as she says the words your stomach growls loudly, a reminder that you didn’t eat at all yesterday. “Ten minutes? I don’t have any time to get ready.”
“Oh, these are from the Mand'alor as well.” Sitting up you take the two pieces of fabric from her hands, messing the neat folding but not caring too much. Both pieces are light gray, a simple long sleeve shirt and matching pair of gray pants. Comfy and thankfully something that wasn’t as constructing as the twenty pounds dresses you were forced to wear. “There is no need to ready, the Mand'alor does not care, it is only breakfast.”
“What kind of princess would I be if I showed up to breakfast without brushing my hair.”
“You would be normal Princess.” The words leave a sour taste in your mouth as you watch her leave the room. Looking across the room, a mirror tucked in the corner reflecting back at you, hair messily sticking up, face bare from makeup from the bath last night.
You sigh, standing up quickly changing and taming your hair to the best of your ability. Honestly, you would have gotten ready but the pull for food was too strong besides you couldn’t help but realize the girl was right and there is nothing more in this world that you want then to be normal.
Following the invisible pull your growling stomach creates to find the Mandalorian, he’s not eating but there’s a a paper spread out in front of him at the table and with every step closer realize it’s a map, not any normal one. Foreign symbols and lines etch the old, weathering paper. Looking down at your socks covered feet, waiting for his greetings.
The smell of fresh, sweet fruits make it difficult. Sweet, sugary syrup with buttery waffles make it nearly impossible as your stomach grumps and exaggerated sounds fill the room. The Mandalorian finally looks up and pauses, too absorbed into the stars and names of the map to notice the other presence.
“Please sit, you don’t have to wait for me.”
His gaze never faltering as he sit, nervously smiling up at him. Despite not being able to see it, he returns it. “You don’t have to ask to eat either, what’s mine is yours.”
The smile never leaves your face, reaching over politely to the bowl of strawberries, popping a few in your mouth. It feels like he’s burning holes into your skin with the way he’s staring but you don’t say anything. Din’s eyes run over the bareness of your face, naked unlike the night before due to your mother’s hand. A simple pair of gray sweats and a matching pull over fit you in perfectly. You’re just about to ask him why he’s staring but he answers the silent question, “You look comfortable.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” The small snort that comes from your nose has to be one of the cutest noises he’s ever heard.
“That you don’t have to wear those ridiculous dresses when you’re here.. you look beautiful just like this.”
The words flush your cheeks instantly, mouth slightly dropping in surprise and the Mandalorian visibly stiffens, growing red under his helmet.
“I’m sorry -.” He’s trying to apologize, mentally face palming himself as he stumbles over his own words, worried he’s gone too far, if you’ve taken offense. “I mean if you like them then by all means -.”
“I hate the dresses.” His fumbling comes to a stop, head lifting to meet your eyes, kind and sweet. “Thank you, Din.”
It’s referring to the compliment of your beauty but all he can think about is how his name sounds coming from your lips. How sweet and foreign it is to hear but soothes his anxiousness as he watches you stab the strawberry with a fork before bringing it to your lips to disappear.
“After breakfast, go get ready, I believe I made a promise yesterday.”
*****
There’s no way to contain the excitement that bubbles inside your stomach, anxious but heart beating so fast you swear it’s hard to breath. The Mandalorian walks slightly in front of you, the crash crushing under his boots but he doesn’t seem to care as he waves at a few village people who pass by.
A few wear the helm of a Mandalorian but take it off as a formal greeting towards the king but it got you thinking. Was he allowed to remove his? If so why hasn’t he? There’s stories that they can’t but the few who curiously look at you prove that wrong. Din is walking faster then he intends, you can tell he doesn’t mean to as his speed decreases but not once reach out to help but allows you to climb the slightly elevated land and you’re thankful for it.
Finally through the mess of trees, a few hills give or take a small ship starts to peak though the greenery. "This is my ship.”
You smile to yourself, it’s nothing fancy, nothing compared to the high tech ships located right within the castles limits but he still intends on keeping his own and hidden away. “It’s…”
You’re trying to find the right words to say, he answers instead. “Old.”
“Homey, worn in was what I was looking for.” He looks at you from over his shoulder, you can’t but notice the way his shoulders slightly drop, voice filled longing. 
“I did have a better one, well maybe just as old but that’s a story for another time. It was called the Razor Crest.”
“What’s this one called?”
“Doesn’t have a name, haven’t had it long enough.”
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“Have you ever been in the cockpit before?” 
“They make me stay in the back, I never got to see hyperspace.” It’s so dark, you can barely see your hand in front of you, only the dark shadow of the towering man to the side of you. Space was dark, this you knew but tiny, bright dots reflect off the shininess of his armor.
He can’t look away as you press a hand against the windshield of the ship. It’s beautiful, eyes grow big in astonishment. He’s almost jealous, understand the feeling of knowing there is something so large and beautiful, to see space again with optimistic eyes is something he can only wish for.
“Well let’s change that yeah?” Din’s loss is felt, the heat of his body disappearing from the side of your own. Hand extending, not wanting to push but more as an invitation that you can’t pass up. The large, padded leather gloves are cool against your skin, tugging you towards the pilot’s chair were he mentions with a head tilt.
Sitting down you look up at him unsure, he stands behind the chair, heart beating at the close proximity as he leans over trapping you between his arms as the one is pressed against the dash for support and the other pressing a large, red button. Cheeks are filled with instant heat, the Mandalorian was such a sweet man but he made you nervous. It’s instant, the shift from darkness to long rays of color, different shades of purple mixed with hues of blue and bright form in the sky. Eyes widening to quite believing that you’re so close to the stars. A small audible gasp falling from your lips, you’re not sure where to look but you can’t take your eyes off of the stars. “What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful, reminds of the roses in the garden.” He hums in agreement, watching the way the corner of your lips twitch into a smile, sweet and genuine just like you. He feels different.. he can’t really put a name to the unfamiliar rhythm inside his chest? His cheeks flushing at the thought of getting caught be he can’t help but notice how beautiful you are, how close the back of your head is to his chest.
He wants to say it, wants to tell you that he’s always been missing that certain someone to hold close and he really thinks it’s you but instead thinks of the only other thought that swarms his head.
“Your parents have sent word of our wedding date.”
“Oh.” He doesn’t miss the way the smile drops, eyes shifting to his but it’s not to dismiss him or deny him. Din knowns exactly what it is, you’ve been pushed around your while life, never able to make decisions, not even your own wedding date.
“I told them no.” Din watches as your head whips right around, confusion pinching wrinkles between both eyebrows.
“You did what? They’re going to be so mad. I’m going to -.”
“I told them no because I want you to choose. It’s your wedding after all.”
The words die in your throat and feel a ball grow in its place, a wave of emotion making your chest heavy, tears gathering in the corner of eyes. Honestly, you’re never this emotional but feeling a little bit overwhelmed. It’s the first time you’ve ever left your planet and it’s to stay with your future husband who is surprisingly sweet, caring and everything you thought he wouldn’t be.
Din panics as he watches the emotion pinch your face, the sign of tears has him regret every word. It’s hard enough, marrying a stranger and he’s only making it worse. “I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll go tell them whenever they want.” He rambles, can’t get the words out quick enough, on the edge of his tongue, so fast he can barely understand. “Don’t cry. Look, we’ll go back right now. I’ll tell them the dare is okay.”
Leaning over you with both hands on the armrest of the chair as he searches for anything besides the look of horror in your eyes, tears slipping past those beautiful long eyelashes. Your cheeks are darker in color, no doubt a result of a stuffy nose and how much harder it is to breath. He about to walk past, steer the ship home but small hands reach out for him, he visibly stalls, stiffening as two arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a hug?
Tilting his head the slightest, a small peak of skin revealing itself between where the turtle neck of his tunic and the helmet end. His own cheeks are on fire, belly turning and filled with heat. At the very moment you nudge the tip of your nose against his bare skin makes him wonder how long it’s been since he’s held someone, since a person has touched him.
“Thank you Din.” The words are broken, a small sob coming past your lips. “I’m not upset with you, I-I.”
There’s no right words to explain what you’re going through, nothing to sum up the ball of emotions that tug at your heart strings. “All my life.. I just, thank you for giving me a choice, making this seem normal.”
He understands, whispering a small you’re welcome that barely catches the static of his vocoder. He holds you for just a little bit longer, allowing you calm down before he pulls away but he doesn’t go far. Din’s one knee touches the ground so he’s between your legs, cool leather of his glove pressed against your cheek as he wipes the small tears.
“You always have a choice. You won’t be just my wife, but my equal.” The words make you smile, guessing that’s just what he’s looking for as he sighs under the helmet. “With that said..”
He clears his throat, his other hand strokes the small, loose strands from your hairline. “Will you be my wife, little bird?”
And at that very moment, despite the circumstances and that fact it was your duty, you wanted nothing more then to marry this man.
“Yes.” Another choice, another reason you feel gentle tears nip and fall.
When his hands leave, it’s cold and you wish for them back but don’t push it. Your eyes open quickly but only to be met with chestnut curls that block the curve of his jaw. His hair looks so soft, dark with a few peppered hairs, no doubt older then you but you can’t seem to care.
His eyes meet your own, nervous and unsure as he quickly looks away. They’re dark but gentle, crows feet under his eyes and patchy beard show his age but he’s handsome, still has a boyish charm. Din’s breath catches in his throat as he feels smooth fingers press against his jaw applying just the right amount of pressure to turn to face you.
No words are said, which he’s grateful for but the smile that reaches from one ear to the other tells him everything he needs to know. Without a second of hesitation, he smiles back.
It’s beautiful, a little misshaped but fits him so well but pauses as he watches you look up again, his favorite new way to see the stars is etched in your eyes.
Next chapter summary: With only a few nights before the royal wedding, Din tells his bride to be about a little green baby that changed his life.
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prodtrouver · 3 years
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➾ My Heart Cannot Be Mended
After the runaway of his older brother, everything became his. The responsibilities, the trainings, the meetings, and especially, the kingdom. Everyone said nothing could break the hard shell he put around his broken heart. All he wanted was to clear his brother's name and to be loved, however, when will that come?
Pairing: prince! Jeno x princess/witch! reader
Other characters: prince! Mark, prince! Jisung, wizard! Chenle, Potionmaker! Jaemin
Genre/warnings: strangers x lovers, angst, fluff, lots of stressed Jeno, mentions of mental breakdowns, mentions of murder and poison, mention of abuse
No. Of words: 3333 words
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Jeno shut the book loudly, everyone in the room flinched. His heavy sigh enough to scare or make the surrounding servants nervous. He threw the book on the desk before he looks around once more.
"Find a book that results in poisons. I need to know the poison that was made to kill my father. Bring them to my room," Jeno spat before leaving the library. He knows it's not his brother who did it. Mark would never do that.
He makes his way on the training grounds. The sight of Jisung and an unknown girl sword fighting on the grounds. Jisung's skilled swordsmanship impressed Jeno: he is the best swordsman in the entire kingdom.
However, Jeno might've proven wrong this time. Jisung's leg was kicked and resulted to him falling on the ground. The girl immediately stood over him and pointed the sword where Jisung's ear was.
"I should've never underestimated you, I apologize." Jisung laughed and the girl let out a chuckle. She quickly helped Jisung up and the two of them shortly noticed Jeno's presence.
"Who's this?" Jeno asked as he pointed at the girl.
"Ah, she's a princess from the neighboring kingdom. Meet y/n, a princess very skilled in swordsmanship," you held out your hand. Jeno smiled for a split second before his face has gone cold.
"Jisung, we need to make sure Mark isn't the criminal here and that he was accused of killing father." Jeno grabbed Jisung's hand while something from a far caught your eyes.
You squinted your eyes, only to see a cat watching. Suddenly, its eyes sparkle before it runs away.
"Excuse me?" Jeno broke your trance, and you flinched to look at him. He furrowed his brows and glared at you.
"Can't you see we're talking?"
"Can't you see I got here first and you could easily drag Jisung away, so I wouldn't hear you guys?" You rolled your eyes and walked by the two princes.
Jeno watched you walk away, your presence long gone yet the feeling you left affected him. Is there really a princess who doesn't fancy him?
Meanwhile, Jisung tried to hold his laughter.
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Jeno groaned as he shut the last book of poison. Nothing, nothing about the poison or anything that looked similar to it.
His heart shaking at the thought of his brother being imprisoned. His broken heart being torn when he watched Mark run away from his home. All he hoped is that Mark is alright.
"How was it made?" He stared at the bottle of poison that was stuck in a small glass box. The orange liquid moved as he tapped the glass box. It was slightly thick, as if it was a little bit oversaturated.
He flinches when he hears a knock on the door.
"Who's there?" He shouted, and you popped out when the door opened. He got confused: why are you here? You were also holding a tray of food.
"I heard from Jisung that you haven't eaten yet. I'm sure you could get these yourself, but I'm also sure you won't leave your room, so I brought them." You gently placed the tray on the empty side of his desk.
You smell something bothersome. You cover your nose as you waved the hand in the air, Jeno stared at you in confusion.
"Uhh- what's that horrendous smell? Do you even take a bath?" You asked Jeno, who let out a confused sound with a slightly annoyed expression.
"I take a bath!" Jeno spat while you spot candles on the side of his desk. Instantly, you pointed your finger at them and the candles are now on fire.
Jeno's eyes widened while you shook your head.
"Dear lord, take a bath sometime, Jeno Lee," you stated before you exited his room. Jeno sat there confused. You could do magic?
His curiosity to ask got the best of him. He quickly exited his room. However, you weren't there anymore. He slightly flinched when he heard his name called by someone from behind.
"Are you in a rush or something?" He turned around, only to see Jisung's friend, Chenle. The boy looked confused, and he definitely looked slightly annoyed. Jeno softly scoffed and kept his gaze on the wizard.
"Are you annoyed with me, Zhong Chenle?" Jeno crossed his arms, but Chenle shook his head. He walked pass Jeno, the prince watched the boy leave with a weakened expression. Did something happen?
"Why would the castle's wizard be sad?" His heartbeat stopped; you shocked him. He turned around and saw you standing there. Your gaze on the wizard whose figure was getting smaller as he continued walking.
"Have you been there the whole time?" Jeno asked and you bobbed your head.
"I even watched you run out of the room. Were you in a rush? Do you want to chase after me? Do you like me?" You slyly smirked whilst you tilt your head.
Jeno's eyes widen and he let out a confused sound which made you laugh. You stare at him for a few seconds before spinning around.
"You better go to bed, Prince. You have a long day tomorrow to find out the poison you're searching for." You spat as you begin to walk away.
"Wait! How did you know?" He asked, his hand reached out to you as if he wanted to stop you.
"It's quite obvious- although, I do hope you won't overwork yourself." You smile sweetly and Jeno let out a nod. He turns around and opened his door.
"You're right... Goodnight though," he said as he took a step in his room. However, before he could close the door, you stated something;
"It's pointless to read books because such poison can't be made by a human." Jeno's eyes widen once more and turned around to look at you.
But just like earlier, you aren't there anymore.
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On the next day, you watched Jeno do his research from above. Books upon books, stacked on the floor. You swore it almost reached his height.
Your gaze moved to the large stained window behind Jeno. The pretty colors shone down on the stressed prince. You moved downstairs and took a closer look at Jeno. The small glass box with the poison inside stood still on the table.
The way how he looked shook something in you. Your heart running around in circles, everything beating for Jeno. However, just from a first glance; you could tell Jeno is heartbroken.
Must've been the fact that Mark ran away. All his responsibilities went to Jeno, not only that but Jeno swore to find proof, proof that Mark was only accused.
Should you tell him? You should, right?
"Didn't I already tell you that it's pointless? Why are you still searching?" You referred to the bottle as you showed yourself. Jeno flinched once more at your sudden presence.
"Will you please stop showing up everywhere!?" Jeno playfully snapped and you let out a chuckle. You moved closer to him and eventually, you sit across him.
Books about poison scattered on the table. It made you confused to why he was working so hard but from the slow heartbeat he has, it was obvious.
"I need to know... What do you mean last night like such poison can't be made by humans?" Jeno asked in an instant.
"The poison is a poison to you but for us, it's a potion." You spat as you used your magic to pull the glass box closer to you.
Jeno, once again looked shocked.
"If it's not obvious, I'm a witch!" You said cheerfully, a sweet smile on your face. That didn't last long though.
You snapped your fingers and suddenly, the bottle was on your palms.
"This potion is mainly made from a poisonous plant, Golden Dewdrop. These are planted in the dark bit of the woods. I could also tell death dust was mixed with it, so the potion could have a painful yet not so slow death." You stated as you examined the liquid inside.
You examined the bottle closer; the bottle was eye-level already as you moved it to where the light shine.
The shape of the bottle was familiar... Perhaps you know where it came from.
"There are fingerprints; female ones," you said.
"How did you know? How are you so sure?" Jeno asked, confused and doubtful. You gave him a blank face before you shook your head.
With a snap of your fingers, all curtains were moved to avoid sunlight. Everything went dark. Everything except the candle you lit.
"Woah- why is it green?" Jeno asked, you didn't answer and moved the bottle closer to it. Immediately, you pointed out;
"From the ridges to the dried up sweat, it's obviously a female. I'm sure of it because I've seen countless fingerprints on bottles." You turned the bottle around,
"However, these aren't regular human fingerprints. It's much more complicated, it looks very similar to a female elf's fingerprint... That's weird, only witches and wizards can brew potions like this." You winced in confusion as you put the bottle down.
With the snap of her fingers again, curtains moved to the side, sunlight came in the room.
"There you go; female elf fingerprints, a death potion that can only be brewed by witches and wizards. A poison made from a poisonous plant and death dust." You leaned back on the comfy chair.
Jeno stared at the bottle before looking at you until it hit him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked you, you titled your head as you stared back.
"To be honest, I don't know either. My father said that it was the king who wanted to see me but I never got a reason out of him." You answered and grabbed a book from the table.
"Also, don't tell anyone about my witch powers. I prefer to keep it hidden rather than reveal it to the world." You stated and Jeno bobbed his head.
He watched you pout your lips as you read the book. You suddenly gasped at what you were reading.
"Woah... Do you know this story where a fairy paints the skies instead of gods and deities?" You asked, your eyes glued on the book, a playful and curious smile on your lips.
At that moment, Jeno felt his broken heart slowly move.
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Jeno and Jisung get off their horses, both talking about fairies, elves, and Mark. Smiles on their faces as they returned in the castle.
"We're gonna bring the boy back!" Jisung shouted, only to be shushed by Jeno.
"We can't let them know we sneaked out," Jeno whispered.
"Where did you guys go?" They both jumped at the sudden voice. They both turn to their side to see you standing there.
A lamp on your palm and you looked like you were just roaming around the castle.
"What are you doing? Roaming around?" Jisung asked as he flicked your forehead.
"Please don't do that- I was following a cat, did you see it?" You asked but they both shook their heads. You sighed, where did that cat go?
"Why were you following a cat at this hour though?" Jeno asked, curios of your reasoning. He didn't get the answer he wants tho.
"Enough with questioning me; where did you guys go?" You looked from both sides of the halls, still in search of that weird cat.
"Woods... Our hyung was hiding there and he's going to come back since we have proven him innocent! We met a fairy which is his lover and she told us that the elf wasn't the one who brewed the potion." Jeno spat, slightly excited about their new evidence.
"Did she say the bottle belonged to the Potionmaker in the woods as well?" You asked and they both looked shocked.
"I'm starting to think you know everything, y/n!" Jisung said and softly clapped his hands. You chuckled and lent him the lamp.
"Go back to your rooms, it's time to sleep after your journey." You patted his back and he nodded. He bid a goodnight and walked back to his room.
You turned to face Jeno; his slightly messy hair that was messed by the wind, his eyes that glistened under the moonlight, his pink lips that looks dry because of the cold... Everything about him is perfect.
He could say the same about you as well.
"How did you know it belonged to the Potionmaker?" He asked but you simply shrugged.
"It was the first thing I noticed. The Potionmaker is famous for his incredible sense of potions. He could probably tell what the poison is just from first glance."
"Like you!" Jeno pointed at you but you shook your head with a smile.
"immediately, Jeno- I mean, define what the potion is immediately." You laughed, Jeno scratched his head, embarrassed.
You patted his shoulder which made him flinch. You let out a laugh once more. "You're also so flinch-y, Jeno. Get some rest, I bet you'll be seeing your brother tomorrow." You said and for the first time since you met Jeno...
He smiled at you.
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You waved the sword and kicked Jisung's legs. He groaned when he felt his back hit the rough ground. Immediately, you pointed the rapier on his neck as your victory.
"More speed, Jisung- at this point, you'll be killed on the battlegrounds." You stated as you help him stand up. Suddenly, you notice him look behind you.
You turn around and smirked.
"That's why you're trying so hard, go talk to her!" You push him to her direction. His cheeks red and his lips apart from the nervousness.
"Should I?" Jisung turned to you. Unbeknownst to both of you, someone else was watching.
"Go!" You pushed Jisung further as he slowly walked to where his crush is. You let out a chuckle before turning to the side.
You flinched when you saw Jeno. He was leaning by the pillar, his eyes on you. You stared at each other for a while, both hearts rapidly beating. You softly smiled, a plan appearing in your head.
You picked up a rock from the ground and immediately threw it at Jeno with no warning. However, he caught it before it could hit his face.
"You're fast," you hopped back while Jeno stood still. "Can you go faster though?" You threw another rock once more, he caught it.
"Wanna fight?" You asked as you threw a sword at him. He caught it and entered the grounds. He removed his red mantle and faced you.
"Are you sure?" He asked, just from first glance; you could tell his grip is tight. His posture looks less stiff as well, unlike Jisung's.
"Yes?" You said, almost like a question which made Jeno chuckle. His eye smile showed- suddenly, you lunged yourself toward him. The blade of your sword touched his with a loud clang. He was shocked by your sudden attack.
You stepped to the left as your sword aimed for his shoulder. Luckily for Jeno, he was able to shield himself a second later. The expression on his face says everything.
He's troubled, confused, shocked as well. In a blink of an eye, you were gone. He turned around when he heard a step on the rough dirt ground.
Your eyes glow yellow, a smirk stuck on your lips while your sword hit his again. A second later, your eyes became normal again.
"Open," you said and his eyes widen. Immediately, you kicked his waist as he falls to the side.
"You're fast and reactive but not fast enough." You helped him up as you sheathed your sword. You begin to walk away until he called your name.
"How- did you use magic or something? Your eyes were glowing," Jeno stared and you looked at him. You let out a chuckle,
"It happens when my opponent matches my abilities. I believe you only saw it for a split second though, considering you were very shocked when I moved too fast." You cleared but Jeno stayed quiet.
"I do hope I didn't hurt you- that would be bad. For the time being, thanks for the quick match, Jeno!" You shouted before running away from the training grounds.
You hid behind a wall and secretly took a peek at Jeno. The boy looked confused while he stared at his sword. Did you really just beat him?
You let out a chuckle before continuing to run away.
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"Father! I told you, Mark is innocent! We had the bottle checked by a witch and a fairy, they both said that it's a female elf who tried to poison you. The poison is a potion that cannot be brewed by humans and fairies. It requires a powerful wizard or witch magic to create such poison." Jeno throughly explained to the king while you only listened.
"Father, Mark cannot brew such powerful poison or potion or whatever. Chenle neither since he is traumatized of poison. Please, father- Mark was accused because the criminal placed the bottle in his room, in hopes that Mark will be banished or bethroned.
Then everyone became quiet- thoughts running inside the king's head whilst the three princes stood in front of him.
You turn your head to the side, your eyes widen see a familiar individual. The cat with yellow eyes in his arms as he stared at you.
"Excuse me, your majesty. I will be on the training grounds," you broke the silence. You did a small bow and left the men to do their talking while you ran out to the grounds where the familiar individual was.
"Is that your cat or should I say person?" You stopped whilst he stared at you.
"How did you know?" Jaemin asked you whilst the cat glared at you. It's yellow eyes glistening under the sun while you let out an annoyed groan.
"Jaemin, you are a fantastic wizard, it's unfortunate you only focus on potions. Eitherway, the potions your brew are powerful, so I'm asking you this, Jaemin- did you brew that one hell of a potion and made this spy take it to the king?" You asked with a stern face.
Jaemin sighed and turned around. The cat still in his arms as he was ready to apparate away.
"No, I didn't brew the potion but I will be covering for this pesky criminal here. Don't bother me, sis- we both agreed to mind our own businesses." He said, about to leave until you placed your hand on his shoulder.
"Jaemin, it was nice to see you again, brother. I hope you live a good life with your love," you referred to the cat. Jaemin looked at you, shocked, the cat looked the same.
"I won't speak about the criminal in your arms right now. Do stay safe, I can't help you if she gets caught. Farewell, little brother!" You begin to walk away as they apparate away.
You entered the castle again; your head hung low and mind full of thoughts. You basically jsut found out the cat is an elf due to its weird aura. Not only that but your brother (who ran away from the kingdom long ago) was covering up for her.
"What got the princess thinking?" You flinched when you saw Jeno in front of you.
"Ah- nothing much. Just some tactics to include to my swordsmanship," you smiled innocently. He seems to buy it though...
You wanted the search over but it wasn't your business to tell. It isn't your problem to solve, therefore, you decided to stay quiet.
Jeno stared at you, silence in the air until he leaned closer to your face. You leaned back a little, confused about his actions.
"Listen, I know you lost to me or something but I swear, I wil-," you freeze. He kissed you. His lips on yours.
Your heartbeats were rapid. Both minds on cloud 9. Jeno pulled you closer to him while you responded to his warm kiss.
"I'm sorry if that was sudden... I'm just very thankful that you told me about the poison and stuff. Without you, Mark's name would've never been cleared." Jeno muttered and you smiled.
You brushed his hair back.
His broken heart that you once felt was being mended again.
"Prince Lee Jeno, your heart is feeling a bit warmer now..." You let out a chuckle while he pouted.
"I adore you so much... Can you be my princess for life?" Jeno asked,
"Woah, isn't this too fast, big man?" You joked while he shook his head.
"If I have your consent then I believe, it is alright."
"Then I'll be your princess for life, prince"
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you know why i'm here. kohga lovingly worshipping sooga's body, just that peak yiga romance pretty please? 🥺
I was fucking WAITING for this ask, I got you King
Kohga loved being worshipped. He really, really did. Foot soldiers, blade masters, anyone who was involved in the clan was just head over heels for Kohga. He’d say jump, they’d say how high, he asked for bananas, they’d say how many, you get the idea. It was why he loved sitting in his napping spot, having some of the more passionate members wait on him hand and food, feeding him and telling him how great he was. But for some reason, it wasn’t doing much for him today. He liked it, sure, but it wasn’t giving him that power he wanted. He wanted to feel like he was in charge. Kohga was tuning out from the Blade master beside him (who was getting TOO into praising his Master), and started to look around his napping spot. That was when he saw just what he wanted; Sooga. The big, strong, stoic Sooga. Ever silent, ever watchful, and ever yearning. He didn’t need to see his real face to read his emotions. He was jealous. Just like the night at the party. Kohga couldn’t blame him; ever since that night, they had been proceeding as if nothing had happened.
It was about time Kohga made him remember just how greedy he was. Kohga peeled his hand away from the foot soldier, and clapped his hands.
“Alright, that’s enough. I need a word with Sooga.”
They cleaned up quickly, and bowed, before leaving. Kohga saw Sooga tense, as if he was worried that he had displeased Kohga. Kohga motioned him to come forward, and of course, Sooga obeyed.
“Yes Master Kohga?”
“Sooga, I noticed you were staring. A lot.”
“I wanted to keep an eye on your company. You know how some of the members get.”
Kohga recalled the time one Swordmaster got too fresh with him, and Sooga had to literally throw the guy off of him. He shrugged.
“Fair point. But I think there’s another reason why you were gawking.”
“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. If you seek to punish me, I-”
“You’re jealous, aren’t you Sooga?”
Sooga didn’t respond. His shoulders just stiffened, and his breath halted for a moment. Kohga knew just how right he was. Kohga got off of his seat, stretching till his joints popped. Sooga wanted to take a step back, as if he was scared of Kohga, but he kept still (Kohga never knew why he did that. The most he EVER did was nudge him in the gut for being a dumbshit). Kohga motioned to the seat he was just in.
“Sit, Sooga.”
He could tell he was surprised. No one, absolutely NO ONE was allowed on his fancy chair. Sooga (up until now) wasn’t even allowed to be on it. Sooga hesitated, before Kohga gestured to it again. Sooga walked carefully to it, before sitting down. Sooga’s fingers gripped against the arm rest, before relaxing.
“Is...this alright, Master Kohga?”
“Depends. You comfy?”
“Yes, Master. It’s quite soft.”
“Good, Good. Because you’re going to be there for a while. We need to talk.”
Kohga stepped towards him, grabbing a hold of Sooga’s face.
“Do you think you mean something to me, Sooga?”
Sooga hesitated. Maybe from nerves, maybe in actual thought. Either way, he seemed uncertain.
“I believe I am your servant, to protect and to serve you. I believe I hold more importance than others in the clan.”
“You’re dodging the question, Sooga.”
Kohga lightly smacked his shoulder. Sooga sighed in defeat.
“I believe I do not hold a specific place in your heart. In your bed, and by your side, but not in your heart.”
Kohga lightly shook his head. Of course. Getting that out of him was like bringing a sand seal to water. Kohga turned Sooga’s face, before burying his face in the crook of his neck. He felt Sooga lightly squirm underneath him, clearly not expecting it.
“You’re a banana shy of a bunch, Sooga. Of course you mean something to me. You think I’d let just ANYONE be this close to me? Let ANYONE be in my seat, in my bed, in my arms? What’s crazy, is the fact that you don’t believe me. So, I’m gonna prove that you’re something special, and you’re gonna sit there and take it. Got it?”
He could already hear Sooga panting. It didn’t take much to get Sooga hot and bothered, and Kohga loved that. It filled him with so much power, so much confidence (as if he needed more of that), that he wanted more. Sooga forced himself to breath, purely so he could give his Master a response.
“Master Kohga, I will serve you regardless of your true-”
He couldn’t finish. Kohga had buried his face in between those absolute knockers he called titties, using his hands to simultaneously massage them.
“My ‘true intentions’, Sooga, is the fact that I’m bananas for you. You’re not only terribly loyal, you’re pretty damn fine. You’ve got SUCH a nice body, Sooga, I could sit here for hours, and STILL find something new to like about you.”
Sooga’s hands trembled, clearly unsure how to handle this. Kohga chuckled, looking up from his new favorite resting spot.
“You wanna touch me, don’t you?”
“I...if...I…”
“You’re a big boy, speak up.”
“Y-yes. I would very much like to touch you, Master.”
“Go ahead. This is about you right now.”
Sooga carefully cupped Kohga’s face in his hand, and Kohga wanted to laugh. He could touch him anyway he wanted, but he wanted to just be all bullshit romantic on him. Lovesick idiot. Kohga contined, his touch and his face drifting down to his stomach. Kohga could feel the muscles underneath the uniform, and god was it absolutely hot. He could even feel his body tremble upon feeling his breath. So sensitive.
“I love this spot too. You’re so strong, Sooga, and no one questions it. You’re so strong, and I feel SO safe with you. Every part of you is so strong.”
Sooga was squirming. All it took was a few sweet words, a little bit of petting, and Sooga was just gone. Kohga scoffed as he heard Sooga give just the most pathetic whimper.
“Are you listening, Sooga?”
“To every s-single word, Master Kohga.”
“Good. Good, good boy, Sooga. MY good boy.”
He heard Sooga mutter a swear underneath his breath, and damn did Kohga find it hot. Kohga drifted down even lower, right to the bulging erection underneath his uniform. Kohga tried not to laugh as he looked up at Sooga.
“Are you….not wearing underwear, Sooga?”
Sooga seemed to shrink a bit, clearly not wanting to admit it. Kohga wasn’t going to shame him, he liked to feel free every once and a while too. Kohga nudged his face against the bulge, but his hands weren’t going to satisfy him, just yet. Just because this was for Sooga, didn’t mean it was going to be easy. Kohga’s hands massaged his thighs, firmly, slowly, just how Sooga seemed to like it.
“I even like your thighs. They're so big, and so strong. You’re so beautiful like that. You fit SO good in my hands. I love everything about you. Even your voice. Tell me, what are you thinking about, right now?”
Kohga just wanted to hear Sooga flounder. He wanted to know that HE was making such a huge, powerful beast, just absolutely weak. It was getting him off like you wouldn’t believe. Sooga took a deep gulp, and he could tell his poor lackey’s mouth was just dryer than a bone.
“I-i’m not, quite sure what I-i’m supposed to...say, Master Kohga. This is, q-quite a bit of adoration for-”
He silenced himself as Kohga got even more greedy, pulling apart the uniform to expose his cock. Kohga didn’t get a good look at it before, and he realized he was really missing out. It was a nice, long piece of meat, all for him. If he had to guess, it was a good six inches, and the length was nothing to scoff at. It curved upward, and Kohga noticed it right down to the bits of black pubic hair. He wasn’t too much, and he wasn’t lacking. Like the rest of him, Sooga was perfect. Kohga took a gentle hold of it, slowly yet firmly running his hand up and down his length. He remembered just how Sooga liked to play with himself, and from the way his hips would buck up a bit, he’d say he was doing pretty damn well. Kohga nestled himself right next to it, looking Sooga right in his face.
“Course it is, Sooga. I’m serious about you. I wouldn’t touch anyone else like this. Because no one is as strong or as handsome or as loyal as you. You feel just so right in my hands.”
Kohga could feel the little beads of precum leak from his head, down his gerth, and into his palm. While his hand was going at a slow, steady pace, it didn’t make the sounds any less dirty, any less wet. Sooga’s constant floundering for a response definitely egged Kohga on further. Poor Sooga. He was trying to be so respectful while Kohga was being just a menace to the poor guy.
“M-master Kohga, should you really be s-so lewd?”
“Says the guy who’s about to cum.”
Sooga couldn’t argue against that. Because he was right. Sooga’s hot breath and shaking frame meant he was so close to busting a nut, and Kohga was damn ready for it. Kohga was about to tease him further, really stroke his own ego, when the orgasm seemed to come quicker than they thought. Suddenly Sooga grabbed a hold of his master’s head, and nearly suffocated him in his crotch. He then came. He came hard enough to swear, hard enough to make ribbons and ribbons of jizz pump out of his cock, right onto Kohga’s mask and head (and probably a bit in his hair, if we were going to be honest). Sooga nearly rode his face through it, bucking against his Master’s face as he unloaded right then and there. Sooga sat there, nearly breathless as he seemed to FINALLY finish. When the blood finally started to circulate back to his brain, he realized just what he had done. He let go of Kohga in almost a panic.
“Master Kohga! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
Kohga pressed his finger against his mask, where his lips would be.
“Sooga, I said that was for you. It’s fine. Honestly, it was kinda hot, knowing how badly you want me.”
Kohga didn’t even wipe the spunk off of his mask. He wanted it to sit there, and he wanted Sooga to be proud of his work. Kohga motioned for Sooga to get off his seat, and he obeyed. Once Kohga got into his seat, he chuckled, patting his tummy.
“Come on, nap time big buy, and you’re joining me this time.”
It almost didn’t compute to Sooga. His head resting upon his tummy, WHILE Master Kohga has his daily nap time. Sooga hesitated, clearly unsure if he meant it, but upon Kohga gesturing him forward, Sooga obeyed. He knelt down, and carefully rested his head on Kohga’s stomach. Sooga couldn’t resist cuddling the damn thing, and Kohga chuckled, lightly patting Sooga’s head.
“You feel special now?”
“Very much so, Master Kohga.”
No hesitation, no stuttering. He honestly and really meant it. Just how Kohga liked it.
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Possessed Part 2: Chapter One: Bored
Originally I was going have the fic end on the open ended bad ending of King Boo winning but while I was writing the penultimate chapter of that I had an evil idea occur to me and felt called to do it so I did. (This next part is kinda spoilers for said evil idea which is revealed in fic at the very start of chapter 3, meaning 7 overall, this part 2 revolves around it so it's not a huge deal for it to be spoiled but if you want to find out what's up with what's happening when our characters do don't read the next paragraph.)
While writing the part where Luigi feels King Boo's emotions about his victory over the Mario bros in such a way that I wrote it as if I were writing from King Boo's POV, I had the thought of what if overtime because of this possession arrangement, their minds became closer and closer so that they started experiencing each other's thoughts and emotions in that way more and more until they essentially felt like or became the one entity instead of two? And then I was like, oh that's like fusion from Steven Universe but very much unwanted from both parties and very, very bad for poor Luigi because he's fusing with evil, violent King Boo. And then I had the idea for the scene that requires the new 'attempted murder that looks like attempt suicide' tag (happens next chapter, I'll probably put a thing at the top, saying how to skip it if you want) and that sealed the deal on me writing this.
I don't know if everything in it makes complete sense or if everyone's completely in character (especially E. Gadd, I never feel like I know what I'm doing when writing him but I do my best and that's all I can ask of myself) but it was a lot of fun to write regardless so I hope y'all enjoy it too. :)
‘I think I’m starting to get bored of this,’ King Boo said as they woke up.
Groggy and hungover from last night’s drinking, it took Luigi a couple seconds to parse what King Boo had just implied. Really? He didn’t dare hope… did he? He’d just about given up on this nightmare ever ending. The only solace he’d found was that King Boo liked to ‘escape proper consciousness’ as he liked to put it, meaning sleep, alcohol, and whatever drugs he could find to experiment with. It was highly unpleasant but at least Luigi was only partially aware of his situation for sometimes hours at a time.
‘Yep.” King Boo sat up and looked around. They were on a rooftop, neither of them remembered how they’d gotten here. King Boo didn’t care though and Luigi was having trouble doing so either. ‘I think I experimented with about everything I can get my hands on. Also, you’ve stopped caring about stuff and that’s just plain boring.’ And as nice as this little vacation was, he really needed to get back to his boos soon, he was their king after all. … That wasn’t a thought Luigi was supposed to be privy to. ‘That’s another reason I want done with this.’ King Boo couldn’t be having Luigi knowing all his thoughts and feelings and the longer they shared a body, the more often that was occurring when he didn’t want it to. He couldn’t seem to do anything about it which was why this arrangement needed to end sooner rather than later.
He stood and walked them over the edge of the roof to look down at the street below. It wasn’t a super long fall but it would probably hurt quite a bit. King Boo was tempted to jump off to see just how bad it would be.
Please don’t. Luigi would rather not take any more injuries than he already had. Even if lately King Boo possessing him seemed to make his body heal faster than normal, it still hurt. You were thinking about letting me go?
‘I didn’t say that, just that I’m getting bored of this. I need to decide if I should let you go or kill you.’ As far as Luigi could tell, he was honestly undecided. He could probably press at King Boo’s mind to find out why but didn’t dare. … If he did, that’d be weighing the odds against him.
Uh… all righty then. I vote you let me go.
‘Killing you would be fun though.’
Not like this. You’ve already defeated me. And Luigi was still ashamed of it. He should’ve been able to fight back but… it had just happened so fast. Wouldn’t it be better if you… let me live to be tormented by that and… the fear that you’ll… come back and do it again? He understood King Boo far too well for his liking at this point. Being dead himself, he didn’t consider death to be a horrible fate.
He laughed out loud. ‘True. I could also turn you into a painting to crown this victory for ever.’ And if he ever wanted a meat suit to play around in again, he’d have it right there.
Luigi did the mental equivalent of a gulp. You could do that too. It’d be easier to rescue him from a painting though, right? … Theoretically yes, but King Boo wouldn’t let that happen. … It might be the best Luigi could hope for though.
Another laugh from King Boo, this one only Luigi could hear. ‘I guess it’s decided then, a painting it is.’ He stepped back from the edge at last and started for the door that should lead into whatever building this was. Luigi groaned and pulled his mind in on itself as much as he could. Being turned into a painting was better than death though and probably better than his current circumstances so… maybe this wasn’t so bad?
A few days later
King Boo’s kingdom was unsurprisingly a haunted forest.  One could tell at a glance it was haunted due to the tall spindly trees being dead and dark. There even seemed to be an almost visible murky atmosphere to the place before they’d even stepped foot into it. Which they had had to do because there weren’t any roads that led into it and certainly not enough space between the trees to allow for a car to pass through.
There didn’t even seem to be any path leading in. King Boo ditched Luigi’s car and strode right in, ducking underneath a low hanging branch.
The pace he set was steady but slow, he was in no hurry. Which was fine, it delayed how long it would be before Luigi ended up as a painting. … It was night though; the woods were spooky and dark, lit only by the partly clouded moon overhead and King Boo’s crown. And it was absolutely crawling with phantoms, fleeting past Luigi’s peripheral vision and making all sorts of spooky noises just out of sight. If he had any control of his body, he’d have been shivering and jumping at every single sound, real or imagined and probably running the exact opposite direction
King Boo of course wasn’t bothered, he strode confidently through the dead underbrush and around the scary looking trees. ‘How are you still afraid of ghosts? You’ve defeated how many with E. Gadd’s stinky vacuum?’ He made a loud exaggerated gagging noise to emphasize exactly how the felt about said vacuum. ‘And we’re not even that scary to begin with.’
Luigi didn’t get it either. It was illogical but they were still scary. He’d been working on that with Polterpup but then… this happened. King Boo scoffed and kept going.
Eventually they reached the clearing in which King Boo’s mansion took up majority of the available space. It was old and scary looking but not as large as Luigi would’ve thought it would be. Which didn’t mean it was small by any means but definitely not as big as Peach’s castle.
As they approached the entrance, three boos came shooting out, phasing through the door. Internally Luigi jumped and screamed, the only thing worse than ghost creeping through the shadows was ghosts popping out at him. … King Boo found that was funny, he should’ve tried jump scaring Luigi more, maybe one of his past schemes would’ve been successful if he had.
The boos looped around, slowing to a rest in front of King Boo and Luigi. “Welcome back boss,” the boo on the left said.
“You still have Luigi,” the middle added.
“What are you going to do with him?” the right boo finished.
King Boo gave them a genuine smile, not his typical evil one but one that felt as if he was just happy to see his boos again. Which was such a strange feeling from him, it was actually creepy.
“I’ve decided to turn him into a painting,” King Boo said, pushing down his annoyance that Luigi was more privy to his thoughts and feelings than he was supposed to be.
The boos laughed in near unnerving unison that sent a shiver down Luigi’s metaphorical spine. They followed King Boo back in as he entered.
Inside was a surprisingly grand living room. A large cushy sofa with matching chairs and cushions took up the bulk of the floorspace on top of a thick rug covered in intricate designs. A gorgeous crystal chandelier huge down from the ceiling, the dancing light from the fireplace, reflecting off its dangling bits, giving it an almost sparkly look. There was a large painting of an abstract night sky hung above the fireplace, completing the fancy feel of the room. If it wasn’t for the many boos and even a few standard ghosts suddenly all turning to look at him, Luigi probably would’ve found the place quite nice.
Abandoning their comfy seats, all the boos and ghosts rushed to crowd around King Boo. Being surround by a horde of boos was perhaps the scariest thing Luigi had encountered in a while. … All they did though was welcome King Boo home and congratulate him on his victory over the Mario bros. They all seemed happy to have their ‘boss’ back and King Boo was glad to be back.
‘See? Not so scary.’ Well… Luigi still didn’t like it no matter how ridiculous King Boo thought he was being.
Once all the ghosts had finally had their say, King Boo ordered them to take down the night sky portrait and put it in the music room. He then ordered another boo to bring down an empty painting frame that would take its place. It was rather obvious what that empty painting frame was for.
How aware would Luigi be in the painting? Mario and the toads had all said they didn’t remember anything of it so maybe it’d just be like a long sleep. Which honestly wouldn’t be so bad even if it lasted for forever. But… what if one was aware while in a painting but didn’t remember anything of it when they came out? Did that even make sense?
‘When I was trapped in that painting you and E. Gadd put me in, I was aware of every moment of it,’ King Boo cut in with an inward snarl. ‘So I really hope you will be to.’
Luigi whimpered but did his best not to think about it anymore. … Except the boo ordered to retrieve the empty painting frame choose that moment to swoop back into the room and present it to King Boo, holding it ready for him.
‘Anything else you want to say to me? Beg for mercy perhaps?’ King Boo hoped he would, it’d be a great send off. If Luigi was convincing enough, he might even…
No! Luigi could feel the lie in that thought. He wasn’t going to get mercy no matter how much he begged so he wasn’t going to. Just get it over with already. It’d be better than having his body controlled by King Boo for even a second longer.
King Boo chuckled. ‘Finally, some backbone. Very well though, this was fun. Maybe I’ll pull you out occasionally to play around some more. For now though, goodbye.’
He called on his power, causing his crown to glow brighter. There was an uncomfortable pulling sensation on Luigi’s soul and… King Boo’s magic sparked and fizzled out. … They were suddenly both very worried and Luigi couldn’t tell where his concern ended and King Boo’s began. … King Boo pushed that aside though and tried again, putting more force behind it. … It still didn’t work, the same thing happened as before, only more intense.
Growing desperate now, King Boo tried again. This time he kept pulling past the point of discomfort until… it felt kind of like their souls were struck by lightning as his magic sparked again, sending a tremor through both of them that translated into a physical shudder.
“What’s wrong boss?” the boo holding the empty painting asked as they all crowded a bit closer.
King Boo looked up at him, his hands trembling a little as he forced an unsteady smile. “I think I might be stuck in here.”
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Room headcannons? Are they messy, clean, sparse or cluttered? Does sniper have a room in base but usually sleep in his van?
Scout- 
His room is a wreck. He sets something down and it’s gone forever. His bed is a mattress on the floor, he has a red blanket that’s almost never actually on the mattress, and about 5 pillows without pillow cases that are also mostly all on the floor. Scout has a mini bookshelf in his room, the top shelf has signed baseballs, the second has random knick-knacks that he hasn’t lost in the mess on the floor yet. Stuff like a couple Bicycle card boxes of baseball cards, an inhaler without its cap, a half empty thermos of water, maybe some silver jewelry. He has a basket for laundry but his clothes are all over the floor. The laundry basket is full of CDs. He’s got a Hot Chick calendar taped to the wall, and a bunch of Tom Jones posters scattered around the room, also taped to the walls, because the walls are metal so thumbtacks don’t work. Basically his room is messy and hard to walk through.
Soldier-
He doesn’t have a lot in his room because he doesn’t need much to feel at home. He’s got a pretty uncomfortable mattress on a box spring, with a thin blanket and one pillow with no pillowcase. He has a cardboard box full of things he thinks are worth keeping, but the things in that box are mostly strange things he probably shouldn’t even have. The ring finger of a bot, a bag full of an unknown person’s teeth, some animal skins. The box containing things like this is labeled “good stuff”. He has another box, but this one was a grey storage chest labeled "better good stuff" and it contains pictures of him and zhanna, and him and friends, and objects with real sentiment. His room is very bare.
Pyro-
Pyro’s room is a squareish-rectangleish room with metal walls like everyone else’s, but they by far do the most decorating aside from Spy. They have a queen sized mattress with cutesy bedding covered in rainbows and candy and other patterns of the sort. They have a bedside mini drawer with a ton of boxes of matches and underwear in it next to their bed, which is covered in stuffed animals that usually end up scattered all over the floor. Their walls are painted in giant splatter of colour like they started and had no idea what they were doing, but they clearly have fun with the way their room looks. They have a toy chest as well, but it’s not full of actual toys it’s kind of a freaky mess in there but Pyro doesn’t seem to think so. Nevertheless, their room is kind of messy but not bad.
Demoman- 
Demo has a lot of stuff that he collects from travelling, but he has a hard time keeping organized so all his shit is scattered around his room. He doesnt put things on his walls, but he has a ton of family pictures on his nightstand. He may be messy when it comes to putting things where he'll find them again but he does keep all of his laundry actually in the basket. He should probably hang it up, but at least its not on the floor. He also tends to leave dishes on the floor or around the room. As well as dishes, theres bottles lined up next to his bed. Its his alcohol stash, but its out of the way. Demo is messy but it could honestly be a lot worse.
Heavy- 
Heavy’s room has a king sized bed because he shares his room with medic, so they cut a room in half. Medic has his fancy desk with a comfy office chair in front of it. The wall on Medic’s side of the room has a bulletin board covered in health records and it’s where he keeps track of what he’s writing down. This room doesn’t have a ton of Medic’s important stuff in it because he just lounges in there with Heavy, but Heavy’s side of the room is decorated to look and feel very Homey. He’s got brown and black bedding that’s very soft and huge and perfect for him and Medic both. There’s a pretty Earthy calendar on his wall, in front of his own big brown desk where he sits in his armchair and reads or writes. Heavy keeps his room very neat. 
Engie-
Engie’s actual room is pretty empty besides a pretty small bed and a work desk with a closet. To better count as his room he almost never leaves the garage, where he has a cot and a huge work desk with plenty of tools and scrap metal scattered all over the place. His chair in front of his work desk has a pillow in it for when he falls asleep working, and despite the garage being usually not the best place to sleep, he added a few nice touches. There’s a rocking chair for anyone who just wants to sit and observe or for him when he’s laying back and enjoying a nice drink, but otherwise it’s a pretty big mess and no one really likes to go through there and bother him for fear of stepping on something important or disturbing his work.
Medic-
Medic’s own bedroom is basically empty because he’s usually anywhere but his room and eventually ended up moving into Heavy’s room. Medic’s original room is mostly used for pet maintenance and bird storage at this point. I already described his side of Heavy’s room above, but he spends most of his time in his Lab where it’s set up like a mini hospital and then there’s actual lab stuff for testing and what not on a long ass counter. The lab is a fairly big room and he, like Engie, has a blanket and pillow in an office chair in the lab for when he falls asleep during work. He falls asleep busy less often than Miss Pauling or Engie, and when he does Heavy usually brings him back to their room. Medic’s messy on his own, but Heavy keeps him organized.
Sniper- 
Like Medic and Engie, Sniper has an original room with not much in it, but he does usually stay out in his camper and if he’s not in his camper he doesn’t go to his own room, he bunks with someone else in theirs because he has literally nothing in his room. If it gets too hot or too cold outside for him to keep his camper comfortable he goes in the base. His camper is very cluttered but there’s not much he can do about that, and he has mostly dirty clothes all over the floor and a sink full of dishes, and it smells like unwashed adult man but most of the mercs are noseblind at this point. Sniper has a few animals that he lets wander around his camper but they usually stay outside because he doesn’t have a ton of room. Sniper’s super messy but he knows how to clean up he just chooses not to.
Spy-
Spy’s bedroom is thoroughly decorated because he insists on having the best of the best and he doesn’t choose to sleep in his smoking room because it’s not intended to be slept in. His bedroom looks hardly like anyone else’s and has dull red interior with a sleek wood floor. He has a queen sized bed with maroon and black bedding, and two wooden dresser drawers on either side of his bed full of simple things like old jewelry, folded masks, boxers and tank tops, a few boxes of cigarettes and photos of people from his past and himself. He has a big closet full of his suits and button downs because he hangs them up to keep them from wrinkling. Spy’s room is very well kempt and is one of the only rooms in the base that doesn’t smell rancid as hell because Spy cleans.
Miss Pauling-
Her room is a disaster area but she usually sleeps anywhere but a bed so it’s hard for her to frequently return to her room to clean it. Her floor isn't cluttered or anything but her bed looks like it was mauled by a rabid animal and she has a small work desk covered in pens and paper and and every drawer on her bedside table is open as if every time she used her room she was in a hurry. Again, like Engie and Medic, she has a pillow at her desk because when she does get the chance to sit down and work it’s for ages and she gets tired. Her room is pretty messy but manageable and not very full.
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Okay but but but I am CRAAAAVING some mountain man!Derek who returns to his family's land with a small cottage that he shared with his giant family in a small, small village up in the forest filled mountains of a small country, where everything is a little old fashioned, where everything is simple and relaxed and safe, where he takes Erica, Isaac, Boyd and Jackson mushroom picking in the forest, showing them the territory they will inherit one day and teaching them about all the things they can use from nature, giving them so many foundations for their futures, giving them all the wealth that he has, all the knowledge and all the love and comfort of family, all the childhood experiences they never had, like apple picking and sword fighting with self made wooden sticks, and riding horses, rebuilding the house and their own rooms even though they mostly just share the living room anyway. They have apple trees and peach trees and plum trees, they have wild strawberries and raspberries and grapes and watermelons. They trade their mushrooms and animals they learn to hunt with milk and cheese from the neighbors, but they have their own chickens, who worship Isaac as their king. They get a foal that they raise on their own and who Erica learns to ride without a saddle or reins, they are like one being. Boyd tends to their little herb garden and learns to make the best home cooked meals from all home grown and self picked products. Jackson learns to love the mini tractor and tending to the fields and spending some time in the sun, working hard picking corn. Not only do they get to relax and just LIVE but they get to be kids again, learning with wide eyed fascination, running freely through the mountains, dressing in comfy t-shirts and old shorts and worn out sneakers and boots, dirt under their fingernails, and no one cares about who's popular and who has what or how much money. They have a working bathroom but they always go get fresh water from one of the many springs around. They are a loving, healthy family, bound tight with nature.
And one day they stumble upon a newbie lost in the forest, who has bitten down nails, fancy sneakers, khaki pants and way too many layers of shirts, who picked all the wrong mushrooms, totally ran through like 10 different spiderwebs, tripped once or twice, stepped in the water from the springs, and is a total mess. He came to check out his heritage but he knows nothing about this life. He's trying but Derek sees him accidentally poisoning himself or falling down the mountainside or getting kicked by the horse and he totally thinks Stiles should leave. The next few days Stiles proves that he can read a shit ton but Derek still knows much better and he is not impressed until he sees Stiles is actually a quick learner and is really smart, and might just be serious about getting in touch with his past and nature. Additionally Stiles is really good with the rest of the pack. They take to him. So Derek starts taking him in and teaching him.
It's summer and Cora and Laura work in a nearby town and swing by on the weekends, and sometimes even more distanced cousins come to stay with them, and the little village comes together as well, so there aren't even enough chairs for everyone when they eat late lunch/early dinners together. There's a lot of food to go around, and fresh, cold watermelon they can eat with the juice dripping down their chins, and everyone joins in on playing ball afterward. Then as night falls they light a fire and play some music and life is good.
It's late at night when most everyone has dispersed and the pack has started falling asleep that Stiles with his red hoodie hanging around his shoulders scoots closer to Derek with pink blooming cheeks, and the fire reflecting in his face, making his eyes glow golden and Derek can't look at him for too long without getting lost and feeling like the newborn colt he had taken Stiles for I'm the beginning. So he stares out toward the moonlit valley and the dark peaks behind it, lets the warmth of Stiles' thigh against his flood through his very soul. He's tongue tied but Stiles talks, like always, and it soothes something in him. Stiles ends up confessing how much good the summer had done him. He talks about his mother and his panic attacks, and his ADHD, and the medications, and how much he struggled with life and how much easier and lighter he felt there, and he thanks Derek for taking him in and helping him, even going so far as accepting him in his house. Derek doesn't want to interrupt him but he also wants him to stop thanking him because Stiles brought so much with him in return, for the pack, for him, he fit right in. Derek starts telling him about his past and how much this place meant to him, how it combined the past and a fresh start, he talks about how happy his parents would be to know there was someone to carry on the traditions, he talks so openheartedly like he hadn't for years, and somewhere in the back Laura smiles softly to herself, reminding herself to give Stiles an extra tight hug tomorrow.
Derek catches himself at some point and huffs quietly.
"You're really something," he tells Stiles.
"Something good, I hope," Stiles says and there is a nervous tone to his voice.
"Something good," Derek confirms, risking a look over to him. It's his undoing. He gets lost in those deep, heartfelt brown eyes, follows the moles down to the soft pink lips, that hang open. His gaze darts back up to Stiles' eyes when he realizes Stiles is leaning in, and the blush spreads but Stiles stares back, hopeful.
Derek meets him in the middle.
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A New Beginning: Chapter 5(part 1):A Deal Made and a Piece of Freedom Lost
As Joan pinpointed where their destination was, she realized that their belongings were gone! She was about to ask Adrian where their bags were, especially the big brown one. But before she could he spoke out, "And before you ask me where our luggage is, it's right behind us." Joan turned around and right before her eyes their luggage was levitating a few inches from the ground. And what was making this happen, was what appeared at first glance, three little glowing white orbs. "Really Adrian? You're making the caretakers carry our luggage?" Joan gave him a look that said, "Seriously?"
These 'orbs' were actually light fairies that Joan had picked up and adopted from her time that she spent in the fantasy realm for business purposes. (One of her 'adventures' from eight years ago.) The three fairies were triplets, a rarity to have in the realm of Fairy, especially if they were from the Light elemental faction. Joan and Adrian was given special permission, from the King and Queen of the Fairy realm, to have them, (the triplets), as assistants/family members of the famous hybrid family of Heaven. The triplets names were Lillian, Lorelei, and Lucille. Lillian was the oldest of the three of them. She has long, silky, and wavy hair that she would prefer to wear loose. And always prefers the most elegant and fancy things. That also includes her wardrobe. Lorelei was the middle child. She has semi-long, soft, and curly hair that she prefers to be in a ponytail than any other hairstyle. She's very athletic and old fashioned; and prefers things that are vintage or very antique-like. This also includes her wardrobe. Lucille is the youngest of the trio. And she, out of the two of her sisters has the shortest and straightest hair, and prefers to have her hair in cute pigtails. She also prefers things that have significant meaning in her and other's lives. Doesn't matter whether if it's shiny, fancy, or old. As long as it has meaning, she'll be interested. They were given the important task, by Joan and Adrian, of being the caretakers of the 'Void'. Or in other words, beings that takes care of and organizes the things that come into the 'Void'. On the authoritarian scale of one to ten, one being the top dog and ten being the bottom. Joan would be a 4, Adrian would be a 6, and the triplets would be a 7.
Even though that the triplets were technically underneath the both of them, status wise, didn't mean that Adrian had the authority to order them around like they're servants. Joan was about to say this, but before she could, Adrian cut her off once more and said that he politely asked them to keep their stuff safe while he and Joan were in the casino and to make sure that no one saw their luggage unattended. The triplets supported him in his decision to give them the important job of looking after their stuff until they left the casino. So, all in all, the girls didn't mind doing at least this much. The triplets reassured Joan that they willingly did this for both her sake and Adrian's and that they were not forced in any way. Thanks to that witness testimony, Adrian was spared from Joan's nagging wrath, for now.
Joan let out a heavy sigh, and held her head as if she was having a headache. Then continued towards finding the convention before the day was over. After about an hour or so, they reached to a barren dead end alleyway, or so it seemed. Joan and crew went all the way in the alleyway, and as soon as they did, Joan reached out and gently touched the brick wall, and quietly but subtlety chanted a spell that was in an ancient language that could only be described as Holy. Then, as she was chanting her spell, a Holy magic circle appeared from her hand and was projected onto the wall and started to glow. And as soon as she was done, the bricks slowly started to disappear, and revealed another part of Inkwell Isle, that not even the residents themselves know exists. The streets were filled with food and crafts vendors and along side them, were shops that sold various things that came from multiple dimensions and could only be bought and sold there. The streets were lively with angels, nephilims, and any other creature that serves under God. She even saw a few familiar faces along the way, and wished them well during their time at the convention.
After a few minutes of walking down the street, they finally found the hotel where the convention was being held. It was an impressive looking hotel. Fancy and imaculate to the T, and the service was fantastic! They made their way to the front desk in the lobby, and asked if a Nephlim named Lynne Blanca Star was there. And the manager replied, "Why, yes. Are you by any chance her daughter, Joan?" Joan smiled and nodded her head vigorously in agreement. She then showed the invitation to the manager to confirm his guess. He smiled and said, "Alright then, miss Joan, please follow this bellhop boy to show you to her room. She's been eagerly awaiting for you." She couldn't believe it! She was going to finally meet her mother after all these years and actually spend quality time with her!
When they finally reached the room, Joan gave the bellhop a decent sized tip and sent him away. As she was knocking on the door, she tried to keep her cool until she got in. And before they entered the room, Joan made sure that Adrian kept his mouth shut about what happened today and to make sure that the money that they won was kept in the 'Void'. And if her mother asks where they got the money, "Just tell her that we won the lottery. It'll work, I know it will. Because it happens to you a lot!" Adrian couldn't argue with her on that logic, especially if it was true. Then finally a gentle, loving, caring, but powerful voice spoke up. "Come in! The door is unlocked!" Joan was excited but nervous at the same time. Which was understandable since she hasn't been able to see her in over a few thousand years. As they opened the door and walked slowly in, they saw a beautifully pale, milky white skinned woman with rosy cheeks. She had beautiful and flowing bright blonde hair and had a gorgeous looking flower crown dawned on her head. She was also wearing a beautiful, silky, and flowing pure white dress, and had pretty, but cute, white comfy looking flats on her feet. She was peacefully and calmly reading one of her favorite books. When Joan spoke up, her mother's face shot up with surprise, and a beautiful and wonderful smile spread across her face and her eyes twinkled with longing to love her daughter in her arms.
Her mother quickly got up from her chair, and ran right into Joan's arms. The both of them hugged each other so tight that not even an andaconda can't match or even survive from their grip. Joan breathed deeply in her mother's scent, she smelled of roses, gardenias, lillies, and lavender. She desperately missed her mother's scent. It was so comforting and relaxing, that one sniff from her mother just melted all of Joan's problems and worries away. "So what are we going to do today?" Her mother eagerly asked. Joan smiled and said, "Anything you want to do, as long as I'm with you, I'm fine." Her mother giggled and said, "Oh you! Stop it! Both you and your sister definitely inherited your father's silver tongue and his loving nature and personality." She wasn't wrong about that. Her father loved her mother with a burning passion. Nothing could separate those two from loving each other. Not even death himself could separate them. It was thanks to her parents incredible love for each other that she and her sister were able to be born. And she was forever grateful that she was born from her. This loving and wonderful woman loved Joan and her family so much that her mother would move or possibly destroy an entire mountain for them. She couldn't ask for a better mom. Joan asked if her sister came by yet to spend time with her. Her mother told her that Joan had just missed her. She said that Josephine left the Isle early this morning, but said that she would come back soon.
Joan rolled her eyes, and replied, "That's Josephine for you. Always on the move." Switching the subject Joan encouraged her mom to immediately get started on doing stuff together, and that they did. All throughout the day Joan, her mom, and the crew spent the entire day playing, eating, laughing and having a good time. But time is a fickle thing, the more fun you have, the more time seems to pass. As the convention drew to a close everyone packed up their things and started towards Heaven and their home realms. Joan sadly gave her mother a hug and kiss, then waved good bye as she saw her mother ascend the Heavenly staircase. As they went back to the hotel, they were expecting to head towards their rooms and stay there until it was time to leave the Isle, or at least steal back the locket and then leave Inkwell. But fate has a funny way of doing things. When they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, there was two people(?) standing out front, waiting for them. As they got closer, Joan recognized the uniform that one of them were wearing. She then grew concerned and wary of her surroundings. As they finally approached them, she noticed that their luggage was right beside them. Joan was about to ask how they managed to get their stuff from their room without the key card. But before she could, the female stranger spoke. "I'm sorry to do this to you, but I don't really have much of a choice." This stranger wore a casino bouncer uniform, and she knew who the uniform represented. The female stranger also had a fancy but fearsome looking French styled sword on her waist belt. And at first she looked like an normal African American human woman, but then she noticed all the stitches and battle scars all over her body. Oh, and did I mention that her right arm was cut off and replaced by a functional robotic-like fake arm? She looked like Sally from the movie, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas,' except more fearsome looking. And standing right next to her was a semi-tall humanoid cigar man with flashy gangster-like clothes on. She asked them who they were and what business that they had with them. The woman sighed and introduced themselves. "Hello, my name is Victoria Doll and this is my colleague, Mr. Wheezy."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am." The cigar man, Mr. Wheezy, spoke in an accent that she swore she heard before but couldn't remember where she heard it from. "And for the other thing you asked, well, here. This will do the talking for me." Victoria handed her a yellowed and worn out looking note that emitted a hideous aura. She hesitated at first, but then grabbed the note, unfolded it, and read the words that were in red ink(?). It said, "If you ever want to see your beloved locket again, then come back to the Devil's Casino and meet me in my office. I'm sure we have a lot to talk about."
To Be Continued....
End of chapter 5 (part 1).
To be continued in chapter 5 (part 2).
Guest star appearance: Victoria Doll
Not my OC.
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Krull (1983) Review
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"In the fortress you will need more than men and swords. You will need the power of the Glaive."
Krull is a work of pure cinematic cheddar. I used to adore Krull when I was younger. It was one of those films that made those rainy Sunday afternoons stuck inside just that little bit more bearable. I still have some leftover childhood affection for it, despite all its flaws.
Everything kicks off with the most disastrous wedding since Amanda Carrington wed Prince Michael of Moldavia. The beautiful (but bland) princess Lysa is about to marry the handsome (but bland) prince Colwyn when the wedding is crashed by the Slayers, a group of wannabe Stormtroopers with equally dire marksman skills. In next to no time the guests are mascaraed, the bride abducted, the groom is mortally wounded and the band they booked for the reception is still late.
The Slayers take her back to the Black Fortress, a massive, err, fortress that changes location every morning (which must make ordering stuff off Amazon tricky). You see, their master, the unimaginatively named 'The Beast', has decided to marry this beautiful (but bland) princess. Why? I'm not sure. Best I could come up with is because she's played by Lysette Anthony. I don't know about anyone else but that's a good enough reason for me. Even if she has been dubbed by another actress.
Luckily for Lysa, her handsome (but bland) husband to be is nursed back to health by a wise old sage, who eventually sacrifices himself so that the hero can complete his quest (as you do). Soon enough they are setting off on said episodic quest to rescue the beautiful (but bland) princess from the Black Fortress. Assuming, that is, they can find it. Neither of them thinks of checking Google Maps before they leave. First stop, pick up cool super weapon. All questing heroes need a cool super weapons. Since Lightsabers are copyrighted, he'll have to settle for the Glaive. A really fancy shooting star that, for some foolish reason, will only be used once and then discarded.
Next, they need to get themselves a gang together. Questing is no fun if it is just you and some old bloke. People will assume you're a delightful gay couple on holiday for the summer. So along the way they teams up with a comedy wizard, a Cyclops (who, also, eventually sacrifices himself) and a ragtag team of bandits including Thénardier, Osker Schindler, Hagrid, Tucker Jenkins and additional canon fodder. As badass fantasy teams go, the Fellowship of the Ring have got nothing to worry about. Most of this lot will be dead by the end.
Krull suffers from the same problem as all 80s fantasy films; predictable plotting, bland characters, cheesy monsters, corny dialogue, cheap special effects, and acting that just screams 'I really fancy getting a new conservatory'. It's a film that aims big, regardless of how small its budget is. It wants to do for sword and sorcery what Star Wars did for science fiction. Obviously the filmmakers thought the best way to go about this was blatantly copying that film’s plot (Lucas can't exactly complain, he'd already swiped it off Kurasowa).
Nevertheless, there is much to enjoy in Krull. For starters, there's the sequence with Francesca Annis and the giant spider that still gives me the creeps, despite the dated effects. James Horner provides a robust, swashbuckling score. Just try and ignore how much it recycles his work on Wrath of Khan. The Glaive is an awesome weapon that the film doesn't make enough use of. And I just can't help but love any that casts someone like Alun Armstrong as its Han Solo figure. Wonderful actor through he is, Harrison Ford he ain't.
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Notes and Quotes
--Lysette Anthony wasn't the only one to have their vocals replaced. Robbie Coltrane was dubbed by actor Michael Elphick.
--If I were in Colwyn's shoes, I'd just tell Liam Neeson that the Slayers took his daughter too and send him to the Black Fortress alone. The poor bastards wouldn't stand a chance.
-- Going by the surrealist interiors of the Black Fortress, the Beast must be something of a Dali fan. Could do with some comfy chairs, though.
Colwyn: "The forest is not safe. You best travel with us." Ergo: "Me travel with you? Do you know who I am?" Colwyn: "No." Ergo: "I am Ergo the magnificent. Short in stature, tall in power, narrow of purpose and wide of vision. And I do not travel with peasants and beggars. Goodbye!"
Ynyr: "There are kingly virtues other than bravery. Courtesy is one of them."
Colwyn: "The reward is freedom... and fame!" Torquil: "Freedom? We have it! And fame? Nah. It's an empty purse. Count it, go broke. Eat it, go hungry. Seek it, go mad!"
Colwyn: "Would you follow a king to the black fortress?" Torquil: "Now I know you're a lunatic. I wouldn't follow me own father to the black fortress."
Two and a half out of four Downton Abbey dvds the Beast ordered off Amazon.
Mark Greig has been writing for Doux Reviews since 2011.
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Untitled JaySteph Fic:
I wanted to get this out, mostly for @shauds02 so, see this as an “exclusive” first half of Chapter 1 bc it is fighting me. When it’s done, it’ll be on A03, like all ‘dem others. Either way, I hope you like it!
There is a lot Stephanie Here-To-Kick-Your-Ass Brown can handle.
An infinite anything from mortal wounds to a divine abundance of waffles no mortal could finish. Her point is that if there is an immortal feat no regular mortal can overcome, she had it down, done and deal, signed on that dotted line and took it home with her to do a victory dance and hug it to her chest. It is done, she has it handled and she never quit.
It is one of her faults and she embraced it.
This is all relevant information for what will be explained at her current predicament. It began after an exhaustive patrol where all she wanted was her two poufy duvets, blistering water pressure and the solvent for her flesh wound, it was already two nights old and begun to scab, they really did grow up too fast. Her entire form ached and it felt wonderful, a deed well done in physical personification and with light daring to fall in Gotham, she felt content and calmed.
It was her fault for taking her sweet time back home, humming a little the latest hot beat underneath her breath and already half-jogging her cool down stretches. It was all Red Hood's fault for being pathetic. He murdered people, all anti-hero, I-know-better-than-you-Bruce, when a lot of people knew better than Bruce – for being The Detective, he is an absolute face-plant when it comes to emotions, and people, and on sparing occasions, not-being-an-asshole – but as it stood? Red Hood was pathetic for face-diving into two trash cans and promptly slouching there on the concrete.
It was a very Tim maneuver and she expected Hood to do something else, shift and grunt, or move like human's do, prove his superiority here come on, but no. He stayed face-planted into a puddle on the cold, hard ground – oh, trouble – like a plank that'd fallen down or blanket that'd spilled, and okay, she didn't like it. She didn't like how much he not-moved.
And with curiosity, Good-Samaritan help a buddy out curiosity Stephanie flipped beside the prone form and nudged it with her boot. She cleared her throat, "Um. You should skedaddle before the daylight people come out –" Not even a grunt. Don't make her do this. Don't make her do this, " – I'll call Batman, I swear."
Nothing. Waffle-Iron-it.
It must be serious and "please, don't shoot me; don't shoot me –" was her mantra, wedging her steel-toed boots beneath his ribs and heaved him onto his back. It took a little wobble but thigh-workout's-galore, it worked and the red helmet stared, empty-faced upwards. Her mouth twisted and she shuffled closer, "Oi. You awake in there?" she tested.
In all the traps she's wandered into this is definitely the worse. And, while she's heard Red Hood is all about bad-taste, playing-dead seems to take it too far. So, only option is that beneath that helmet Jason Todd is passed-out like Timmy after a cup of decaf, unconscious for at least six hours and dead to the world or, the actually dead –
No. His chest moved. It's good.
This is bad.
Her three options are all worse than the former because no, she didn't want to call Batman to pick up his wayward son from his playdate with unconscious-makers and she didn't want to abandon him there for daylight pickings. Even if it was a good soul who dragged Red Hood to safety, it wouldn't be 'safety' with the gun-dependent there. Her third option is that Stephanie be the good soul and really, before she's thought about it, she lobbed the Red Hood over her back and shuffled to her apartment.
He weighed scientifically and at the very least, over two trucks worth. That is cement trucks with a prehistoric dinosaur playing rollerblades above. His helmet digs into her ear and his huge trunk-thick arms do not want to stay on her slim shoulders, despite how she bulked them up for exactly this purpose.
Once inside her apartment she breathed relief, straightened to her full height and dumped his self-entitled self on her lumpy couch. Her post-patrol routine, rids the cowl off her face, turns the heater on and stacks a plate of waffles in the microwave before she tuts at the figure prone on her couch. His neck will creak like that.
In care of her hidden attacks, she repositioned his head on the pillow and snapped off his utility belt, yanked off his boots, which stank by the way and dirtied her floor in dried mud and blood, loosened the straps of his Kevlar around his ribs and poked the underside of his helmet. If there was a switch it was unknown to her, besides he already looked better. Not waking-up to demand her lungs and livelihood better but breaths no-longer a death march better, deeper and softer than earlier.
She lightly rapped on his helmet, "You're going to be a little bitch when you wake-up. I can tell," Stephanie told him, following the microwave's ding and digging into her meal-of-kings, licking off syrup and chocolate chips she hummed, dumping dishes into the sink and swallowed down her post-patrol concoction of vitamins and muscle relaxants. Yay, for bat medical feats.
Her routine continued as it usually did a blistering post-patrol shower where she groaned enough for question's sake, blearily rubbed solvent into her wound and wrapped it up present-like, and burrowing into her two living-in-a-fuzzy-cloud duvets before she grunted, rolled out of bed and grabbed one to throw it over Hood because she wasn't evil, okay? And, she couldn't sleep knowing he'd be cold in her care. Stephanie Brown did not do comfort in halves, no sir and no madam.
This world hurt sometimes so for balance's sake constant comforts were required. It is just a truth of life.
Her old nemesis, the shrill alarm-clock, chimed after a pointed two and a half hours, and she sobbed a little and shut it off, groggily rolled out her bed and into the bathroom. Yay, for education. That morning her wrists ached so she clasped warmers on alongside her thickest hoodie, thermos-tights and jeans, shucked into thick socks before shambling into the kitchen for two bowls of cereal and a banana.
If she laid her head against the fridge, cursed the waking world and normative sleeping schedules for a minute that was her business, no one else's – after that, she took the milk out just like any other mortal. On her second brightly colored bowl of fiber love she blinked and found the strewn, lethally inclined utility belt in front of her face.
Other people read the back of cereal boxes or milk cartons, and she'd done that as well, but that morning she picked apart compartments and fiddled with bastardized bat-a-rangs. Her hands strayed to the handguns, heavier than they looked, ambidextrous hold – for the flinging-guns-about fancies – and speckled in blood. Oh yep, she has a murderer on her couch, shouldn't overlook that.
Her hands absently dissembled a handgun, only two bullets in the magazine, before she picked at the other with her foot working overtime to strike a tune, this with four bullets. It had been a productive night then.
Stephanie is in so much trouble and worst bit is, she doesn't even know by whom. Who will kick her ass for this? Herself or Batman? God, don't let it be Babs.
In her living room is a crash and a muffled swear that sounded oddly tiny, well, guess sleeping beauty is up. Did Hood sense his guns out, so figured his sunny disposition had to come out? Okay, yeah, that was bad. Early morning wit workout, it'll catch on. With all this at head, she took down another bowl and spoon and set it at the table before she flopped back into her seat.
So, she hadn't offered her leftover waffles or even the ceramic batman plate which made her snicker each time she wiped golden syrup off his judgmental frown, but it was still luxurious comfort; true to the Stephanie Brown path. And she had a suspicion that like most bats even a comfy kitchen chair will bite him in the ass.
Speak of ass and ass awoke. His scarlet helmet stared. "Morning Red Condom of Death –" That needed some work. Oh well. Stephanie shimmed a box at him, "Lucky Charms?" And, if he decided to grab his lethal-murder weapons and bolt, or even grab them and turn them on her, it'd be his choice. The former was expected for an emotionally-overwhelmed Bat. The latter was more likely but she reckoned she can talk him out of it.
Before her 8:30 class began though, is a question.
Except, Hood's estrangement from bats has done well, and he didn't act like a monkey-nut and sat down at her table. For all the world clueless to how he found himself there. It was pretty hilarious. "You invite every crime-lord for breakfast?" he asked, deeper than she expected with a mechanical slant to it.
"You're not really every crime-lord though, are you, Red Dead Redemption. Look," she said before a hissy-fit could start, "I have to leave for class in five minutes, so either you can leave or you can eat some cereal with me. I don't actually care but don't drama me and make me late." And with an angry crunch she swallowed another spoonful.
His voice lifted, "That's fair."
Then he took of his helmet – button at the back of it, perhaps – and it so was not fair. Stephanie chewed her mouthful, "Huh. You're not that awful-looking," she said. It lacked all tact for bodily welfare but Jason smirked, a tired little huff before he filled his bowl with cereal and chowed it down like popcorn. Stephanie looked at her innocent carton of milk, "I have milk, you know, if you want," she offered.
He shrugged, "Intolerant." Huh. Huh – Huh. Huh. Huh. Each day she lived to learn something new. Like, how his voice was deeper, more filled than she expected. That was definitely new. He cleared his throat, "Thanks." Her thumbs made an appearance of 'it's cool' because she's cool like that.
Less new was how humongous his shoulders are, practically expanding gravity in a five-inch radius if how he slouched wasn't a choice. Like, a smaller man had been pressed into his body to fit. That was a horrifying thought. His darkly tanned skin is thin, scratched by stubble and ripped scrap over a cheek which made him wince every so often, and his black hair is oil-shocked.
His teals are the absolute worst, though.
This is more a mess-of-a-man than Tim. And, he had worked so hard for that right, all for naught. That is a shame, an enflaming burning-hot-fire shame, and whatever will – Jason plodded onto his dirtied hand, stubbled cheek smooshed, "You're going to be late, Blondie," and absently ate another mouthful.
Waffle-Iron-It!
In the race against the clock she grabbed the banana, her pre-prepared lunchbox, a thick coat and was at the door before the call of –"You know you're not wearing shoes, right?" He slouchy leaned in the kitchen arch and she dropped it all, shucked into her shoes and packed it all into her backpack.
"I owe you one –" grabbed her keys and tossed-out, "Close the window on your way out!"
Then Stephanie had sprinted to the station, clambered into the bus seat when it finally – finally, bless the warrior amazons – arrived, re-read the article she needed for her second class, rushed off the bus and into the college, trekked towards her lesson and scampered into the back to fold into a seat just as the Professor began; and the crowd went wild!
Victory! Ah, she is so amazing!
Her hands are elbow-deep in a cow's kidneys and it finally fell into reality. Yes, she had lobbied a murderer into her home, tucked him into bed, bestowed him multi-colored fantastic cereal and left him alone in her home. Her instinct to hiss into her hands is foregone by bloodied guts but still Babs will definitely throw her to the Big Man for this. Then the lecture will growlingly emphasize, 'You are reckless, Stephanie. You aren't qualified to be a solo operative, Stephanie. You could've been killed, Stephanie.' Yeah, yeah Brucie-Bear been there, done that.
A shoulder nudged into hers, "You're muttering to yourself again, Steph." That 'worried' undertone that Stephanie would kidnap a spleen, cause a riot and dab-nab into the night prevalent. Except, this is Gotham, everyone had coping mechanisms Ms. I-Chew-My-Hair-Till-It-Doesn't-Need-A-Wash-Any-More Mace.
Her deep breath mostly smelt of blood and slightly of mildew, the luxurious lifestyle stench of Wayne Manor's water pressure cried out to her, again, and Stephanie huffed: "Thanks, Mace. Keeping me sane in here. Hey, did you understand the D of the pathology assignment? It is literally kicking my cute tosh…" No, she hadn't.
Dagnab-it.
In the wise words of a talking chicken, the sky is falling by the time Stephanie arrived home, unlocked the door with a hand, cellphone barely balanced in her shoulder. "You're kidding me," she had said, and on the other side Derek laughed that it is true, the Rock will be skintight in a superhero blockbuster but this isn't the deal.
It had totally bungee-jumped out her closed window that Gun-Fetish had been in her home, great situational remembrance there but to be honest, despite all the title Red Hood depicted he wasn't extremely murderous, was he? Hood had said thanks over cereal. Hood had looked tired and somehow small, forced to fit into himself. And, it is her belief that murderous people didn't do that.
Even if murder-y people are usually also the poor, unfortunate souls. It mattered that Hood hadn't felt murder-y, no slinging entrails to the beat no sir, and instead, he felt like a weighted man, a shadow of a person, not completely shattered but definitely not whole. Like bat-papa, like bat-son.
Speaking of bat-traits Hood had definitely snooped, except she spoke bat-speak and that practically meant affection, and he'd washed her dishes as in legitimately scrubbed old takeout from two-dollar bowls and he tidied her perfect lumpy couch and folded the heaven-in-a-cotton-home duvet into an Alfred worthy square. Her hand rubbed a bruise on her jaw and this is so totally not the actions of a crazy axe-murderer incarnate Red Hood.
In the kitchen arch and steaming hot chocolate in her hands, it felt like hope, an idea lodged in her skull and yep, Hood had bought this on himself. He should have taken into account her unwillingness to quit at alleged dead-ends before he over-exhausted himself into two trash cans; and Stephanie sipped her hot chocolate.
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I 👏🏽 ADORE 👏🏽 BED 👏🏽 WETTING 👏🏽 bim -- his is totally on purpose. he loves to fill himself up to the brim with all types of juices and soda. not allowing himself to use the bathroom before bed. laying down comfortably with a full bladder, mind hazy with sleep. groaning as he tosses over to stuff a hand in between his thighs. grinding down gently on his own wrist -- careful to not hurt himself. wanting to challenge himself, will he wake up in victory with dry sheets and nearly bursting bladder? or wake up flustered and wet, the sheets sticking to his pajamas as he shamefully cleans up? yan -- hers is just because her day is so busy she forgets to go before bed. from classes to meetings and her chores, coupled with an overprotective and too loving father (warf) and stalking her senpai, the last thing she really does at the end of the day is change out of her uniform and tuck herself in. passed out...until she wakes up to a hissing noise and wet warmth. pulling back the covers and growing angry with herself -- could she not hold her bladder like an adult? what would her senpai think of her? embarrassment and humiliation running through her when warf sleepily wakes up to her in the laundry room. wet blankies, sheets, and pajamas in hand. dark -- he's still getting use to his human form. yes, dr. ipl//ier did teach him the basics, but the night time part was...not so easy to master. dressing down into fancy nightware and willing himself to sleep. cant get over the fact he's forgetting something important. something, a need? dark falls asleep before he can remember -- and stays asleep as the puddle grows under him and soaks the comforter and his pajama pants. shifting when he's done, still in deep sleep. waking up and stuttering at a loss for words from the mere thought that he'd...had an accident in his sleep like some child. google -- dr. ipl//ier changes out google's coolant tank before leaving the offices (where the egos hold their meetings) for the night. usually its a quick procedure, taking google to the nearest toilet and helping him go. one night, the doctor is in a hurry and rushes home before google can remind him. he shrugs, it wont hurt him one night to simply hold it, right? google puts himself in sleep mode and settles in for the night. sitting upright in his chair. freezing up in his sleep mode as his coolant tank overflows, clear liquid splattering down his legs and wetting the seat of his pants. eyes opening as he realizes yes -- holding it /does/ cause harm. specifically to his circuits. e//d ed//gar -- ed loves his beer. a lot. every friday night he'll be at home with a pack of beer and country music. enjoying his time to himself, being the happy drunk he is. all the beer impairing him, making him sleepier as the night goes on. until he flops over in his recliner chair, laughing about something dumb bim did that day and drifting to sleep. his poor bladder taking the first chance it can to release. warm pee rushing out of him as he sleeps comfortably. giggling at the warm feeling around his lower half before nodding off again. poor guy wakes up the next morning with a raging hangover and damp pants. cursing about how much it'll cost to clean his trusty chair /this/ time. sil//ver she//ppard -- crime fighting takes a lot out of him. mental strength, physical strength, etc. after a particularly nasty fight with a new superhero (somebody with a red suit and green hair, he wondered who could that be?), body aching as he patches himself up. bloodied and bruised, laying down to help his body heal. drinking water down bottle after bottle to help his dehydration. poor boy nods off after watching the news about him and his new...rival? enemy? arch nemesis? waking up to something rushing down his leg, looking down to see his puddle on the bed growing. doubling over to stop the flow, wincing as it causes him pain. having no choice but to wait until his body finished up. hiding his face, despite nobody being with him. mortified beyond belief. dr. ipl//ier -- along with being a man of medicine, the doctor is also a man of science. experimenting with new cures and treatments, usually using google. but for other humanly experiments, he gladly uses his own body. that's why when the doctor realizes he might have a cure to the common cold, he gladly steps up. taking the prototype pill and rushing home to do his nightly routine -- as to not ruin the experiment. yawning as the pill takes affect and sets him to sleep. so deep in sleep, he doesn't feel his bladder give in. weakening as his stream hisses into his bed. absolutely soaking himself, his face wincing slightly in his sleep. imagine his disappointment when his pill did the exact opposite, giving him a cold and a weakened control over his bladder. kin//g of th//e squi//rrels -- the king lives as his subjects do. he collects food for them, sits with them in the trees or parks, even sometimes squeaking at them to get their attention. that being said, he doesn't quite understand how they go to the bathroom at night. especially since they huddle together and sleep under a tree. poor king thinking wetting his (comfy and warm) blanket is normal. the pee gathering in the leaves under him and soaking his pants. washing his clothes and blankie every morning in a stream nearby, asking aloud to his subjects how to deal with his problem. one of the squirrels running along to sit along on dr. ipl//ier's window, as if showing him the answer to his problems. warf -- like father like daughter. its hard to really remember little things like bathroom breaks when youre the head of a company to help get back at that damned ma//rki//pli//er with your own TV studio and game show to run. from meetings, one on one meetings, financial agreements, and preparing his episode for the week -- its a lot of hard work. along with supporting his loving daughter and cooking/cleaning for her, the last thing of warf's mind is the bathroom at the end of the day. dressing down to his boxers and a baggy shirt, he curls up to a pillow and sleeps deep into sleep. waking up to a still warm pillow, damp legs, soaked boxers and sheets -- he panics and stuffs all the dirty sheets, pillow, and boxers into the washing machine before muttering to himself this will be the last time that ever happens (hint: its not.) the host -- this ego has been through a lot. name changes, murder, mayhem, horror, and now blindness. no longer able to continue to do what he loves all thanks to a lucky escape victim. the host has anxiety attacks over sleeping. every night's a struggle as he regains vision again in his dreams. only to see horrors and past victims. scaring him and tormenting him. begging to wake up. meanwhile in the real world, the host whimpers and wets in fear in his sleep. short quick spurts of urine, messily staining the bed until he wakes up. crying under his bandages as he gives his only friend -- bim -- a call to help him with his "problem" again. curling up in a ball as bim arrived to comfort and helo him clean up.
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