so all my bookish stuff have moved over to @brittanybwrites, and I’m thinking of turning that blog into a writing blog as well, but for now its serving as a book blog until I change it.

Julien FMK: Ayça, Ioana, Kija.

You know, I'm always down for an orgie, right?

Fuck: Ioana.

Murder: Kija.

Kiss: Ayça.

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Life on a boat with absolutely no responsibilities was exactly the sort of thing that Rosabelle could get used to. She had a drink in her hand and was lounging by one of the four pools, soaking in the sun. Where were her brothers? She had no clue and didn’t particularly care. The young witch was just content to think about herself and nothing else at all. Of course, that was until a shadow began to eclipse the sun. “Can you please move? I’m looking for a tan,” Rosa complained.

Piotr FMK: Meia, Eisa, and Adama?

"I probably haven't seen any of them around much, so this is going to be based on... Some wishful thinking, you could put it..."

Fuck: Meia. Don't ask why, I don't exactly know, but... Yeah.

Murder: I don't have strong arguments to murder any of them, but I'm going to toss a coin here. Heads is Eisa, tails is Adama. And the result is... Murder Eisa. Oh. Okay. Yeah.

Kiss: Adama. I can see her lips wrapped up around me. For sure.

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Who: Kostya + ___ Where: Rasa & Eamon’s Wedding Reception

Weddings were lovely in Konstantin’s book. Always had been. They were always so magical and happy, especially when they had open bars. And at this one in particular, he’d been able to give a hand in the selection, so everything was top shelf. All things considered, this might be the perfect event. Placing a gentle kiss on the side of Iszak’s head he’d excused himself to head for another glass. “Having fun?” he asked the person beside him as he waited for the bartender to make it. “You look amazing, by the way.”

so I’m gonna try the whole personal blog thing again-this time with pictures and stuff. still gonna keep myself here because honestly, I can’t imagine going anywhere else, but I’m gonna do book stuff and kind of life stuff over on my new blog brittanybwrites (it’s on tumblr, don’t worry) and uh yeah that’s kinda it, tbh

Giselle FMK: Eisa, Nina, Olivier.

Are you kidding? None of them are really up to my standards...ugh.

Fuck: Nina. I suppose.

Murder: Eisa. Too messy.

Kiss: Olivier. Who even is this?

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Gio FMK: Iosefina, Henry, Vee.

This is purely hypothetical, right?

Fuck: Iosefina. Have you seen her?

Murder: Henry. No particular reason.

Kiss: Vee.

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Who: Evelina and Valentin Where: The Beach Bonfire

As much fun as Evie was having she was still catching herself looking around through the darkness that the firelight wasn’t able to reach in hopes that she wouldn’t suddenly see some of the legends this country held appear out of nowhere. She was worried, not sure how to ward off some of the ghosts that could be around, and surely the big crowd was attracting something. The only way she could take her mind off of it was by drinking more. So, yes, she was a little drunk despite not meaning to be as she walked around, laughing as she stumbled now and again until it stopped being funny as she tripped right into the arms of someone else. At least there had been someone to catch her. Slowly, her cheeks red with embarrassment and the amount the alcohol in her system, she looked up at who it was she needed to apologize to. He seemed familiar, like someone she should recognize, but she couldn’t quite place him at the moment. “Alcohol and sand don’t mix well...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to literally bulldoze you over.” Evie attempted to back away from the mystery man, her lips pursing at how messy she was currently being. “Water seems like a good idea right now. Would you like some?”

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Who: Giovanni and Valentin Where: Easter Egg Hunt, Sunday the 17th

Was he stuffing his face full of chocolate at the moment? Yes, yes he was and he had no regrets about it whatsoever. Gio had grabbed a handful of the leftover Easter eggs after they had all gotten through hiding them and now he was enjoying the fruits of his labor while everyone else went on the hunt. There might have been chocolate smeared on his upper lip and about five wrappers stuffed into his pockets by the time Val was suddenly next to him. The guard slowed his chewing as he gave the prince a closed-mouth smile and he was suddenly...embarrassed at the way he was acting. “I’m sorry....it’s just really good, Val.” Trying to shake off the embarrassment, the guard swallowed before he decided to leave the rest of the candies untouched, the self-conscious thoughts he was having really putting a damper on what he enjoyed most: eating. “Are you having fun? I know where there’s a stash of the eggs if you want me to show you.” He wouldn’t look at the prince but he pointed behind him in the direction of said stash that he had been talking about. “Just say the word, man.”

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Who: Matthias and Nina Where: Easter Fair, Saturday the 16th

The prince figured it was time to get out of the castle for a while. Ever since arriving in Thailand, he’d never ventured far, lest of all to the village. The Easter festivities were the best time to reintroduce himself to not only his peers but to a new group of villagers who he was sure wasn’t so stoked to have them around. But the last thing he thought he would walk upon during this fair was some kind of giant egg cooking in the middle of the town. Matthias couldn’t help but laugh softly when he spotted it, moving closer and closer until his focus became a problem. His shoulder bumped into another’s and he quickly looked over to the person, concern clear in his features. “I am so sorry. I was distracted by the giant food in the middle of the fair.” The prince tried to laugh it off, albeit nervously, and he placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Are you okay? Didn’t make you drop anything, right?”

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Who: Albert and Lilliana Where: The Beach Bonfire

This party was lame. As far as Albert was concerned, any party where girls weren’t dripping off his arms weren’t worth the time he sacrificed to be there. Turns out, the part about being a prince wasn’t as impressive when he was at a party with so many other r0oyal children and it was putting a heavy damper on his night. As he made his way to the table set up for beverages, Albert shook the almost empty glass of straight jack in his hand before his shoulder rammed into another, the prince blinking in surprise when he looked up to find a woman he didn’t quite recognize. Instead of apologizing for not paying attention though he just gave her a look as if he expected her to do that herself. He was royalty after all, people didn’t just slam around into them without expressing their sincerest regrets. But after a moment, he raised an eyebrow. “Excuse you.” 

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Who: Vasara and Nina Where: The Beach Bonfire

There was so much laughter as the night went on, Vasara contributing to at least half of it as she continued to consume too much alcohol with the family. Was it ladylike? No. Was it future queen behavior? Hell no. But the Lithuanian didn’t care that night as she spent time with her big family and the friends they’d all made along the way, her nonchalance made apparent with the way Vasara placed an arm across her cousin’s shoulder and leaned heavily against her. “Are you having fun, baby? I am the party police, here to make sure everyone is having a good time. How can I make it better?” Now, Vasara had no idea if Nina wasn’t having fun or not but she was about to be on a mission to make the night even better no matter what. “Oh! What if we played a game? I bet that would fun!”

@brittanybwrites​ closed starter for Nina!!

Where: the gardens.

When: at some point before the ceremony.

Bee saw who the duchess had brought over to the wedding, and her curiosity immediately spiked. Waiting to get the other one alone, she eventually approached the woman. "So, Gio is your date, huh?" She was fishing for the information she wanted, for she knew Gio would have played it coy. "How did that happen?" She wondered. Last she'd heard, Gio was happily, albeit a little conflicted, in a relationship. Had anything gone awry?