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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Wrong Time, Wrong Place

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request:

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So I dont have a proper idea but a tom hiddleston oneshot with a bit of angst and a lot of fluff at the end?

Thank you I love your writing ❤❤" - Requested by @simping-for-marvel ! 😄

Summary: Tom and you had been together for almost a year - about to celebrate your one-year anniversary. But a huge misunderstanding causes a lot of trouble and heartache...

Warnings: a lot of angst, self-doubts, mentions of cheating, fluff!

Word Count: 3k

a/n: Okay, this got a lot more angsty than I wanted it to be... I hope you like it nevertheless! I promise, it's fluffy at the end! 😊 Thank you for requesting and for your kind words! ❤

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MASTERLIST

You never ever – not even in your wildest dreams had imagined that something like this could happen to you. Sure, it was something what a lot of girls and women imagined and dreamed of. You were sure of that. But the fact that you had the privilege to live this dream, still seemed so surreal to you. A normal woman, with a boring standard job, who had grown up in a normal, loving family, somewhere in the Scottish Highlands? Oh please... If someone would've told you a year ago that this was about to happen, you would've laughed into the persons face. You were a nobody - he was Britain's most famous actor. Two seemingly completely different worlds collided - in the most beautiful way possible... Love.

Tom Hiddleston. Britain's most famous actor, known for his performance as the mischievous Norse God Loki in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, one of the greatest of his age group, womanizer - and a total sweetheart. That was how several tabloids described him. You couldn't know, of course, could you? You never met him in person, only saw him on a screen or through the TV. Although, that didn't mean that you did not agree with those tabloids. He was brilliant, extraordinarily talented and without a doubt a handsome man. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. Who hadn't? But not one tabloid, interview or Comic Con Panel could've prepared you for what happened a few months ago...

It had been a stressful day for you at work. Nothing seemed to go after plan for you today. The day started with you oversleeping your alarm clock, causing you to be too late at work. Missing your underground didn't help either. The cherry on top was, that it started to rain, drenching your clothes and reflecting that Monday's just hated you. Your boss had been furious, of course. You were facing his wrath the whole day, only getting to do the dirty work. It was definitely a day to forget. At least you had good chances to catch your train back home. What you didn't expect, though was to run into a man on your way to the underground, dumping your cup of steaming hot tea all over his jacket. You apologised on no end, before you even realised, who were standing in front of you. Your eyes were popping out of your head, when you discovered that said man was nobody else but the infamous Tom Hiddleston. Long story short, this dreadful day had been the beginning of something wonderful... A growing love between an actor and a normal woman. Sure, it wasn't easy for you to adjust to this different world you had been suddenly thrown into. Suddenly standing in limelight and being a part of the tabloids, you used to read. But with the time passing and your love blooming and growing, you got used to this world of fame.

A smile grazed your lips, as you stared absentmindedly on the first picture you and Tom took together as a couple, standing framed on your desk in your office.

This love was true, honest and meant to last forever - or was it?

The ringing of your mobile pulled you back into the here and now. You gazed down at the device and saw Tom's name popping up on the display, causing your heart to beat faster. Looking around, to check if your boss was in eyesight - which wasn't the case, you took the call excitedly. "Hey there!" "Hello, darling!" Tom's happy voice urged to your ears from the other side of the line. "Why are you calling me at that time of the day? Shouldn't you be doing a photoshoot right now?" A low chuckle left the Brit's lips. "Actually, yes, but one of the photographers got unfortunately stuck in traffic and arrives later, so..." "Oh..." You let out a soft giggle. "Well, things like that happen." "Quite right, yes..." Tom paused for a moment, before he suddenly realised that he was calling you in the middle of the day, which meant... His eyes widened. "Darling, are you still at work?" "Yeah, I-" "Shit, I didn't mean to keep you from working, sorry, I-I hope your boss-" You jumped to interrupt the rambling boyfriend. "No, Tommy, no! It's fine, don't worry! I have ten minutes left of my break anyway, so..." "You sure?" You smiled to yourself. "Yes." Tom let out a relieved breath. "Okay, good." The actor paused for another moment and took a deep breath, before he continued to speak. "There's, uh, actually a reason why I called you." Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and wonder. "Oh okay..." "Yes, I, uh wanted to talk with you about our one-year anniversary..." Your eyes widened. Yours and Tom's one-year anniversary... It was next week - and you didn't have a gift yet! "Y/N?" You blinked. "Yes, sorry, I'm here, I'm listening. What were you saying, love?" "I said that I'd like to take you out. I may have something planned for us." To tell the truth, Tom had the idea planned out in his mind since weeks. He wanted to turn the first anniversary you two could celebrate and cherish into something special. "Would that be alright?" Yeah... You still couldn't believe how you ended up with that sweetheart of a man. He was just perfect. "R-Really? You planned something?" Tom chuckled softly. "Yes, indeed, my love." "Wow, that's... Yes! Yes, it's completely alright! I... Oh my, I am so excited!" "I am glad to hear that." You could practically hear the smile on his face. "But I won't tell you where- Oh, darling, I have to go! Work is calling me." You giggled. "Me too." "We are going to talk later about it again, yes?" "Yes." "Perfect. See you later, I love you." "Love you, too!" With those words you hung up, both of you going back to work. At that time, you didn't know, that your world was going to shatter only a few hours later...

Just getting home from work, you immediately headed straight for the bathroom, preparing a hot tub. You stripped yourself off your clothes, tested the temperature of the water and then sunk into the warm, relaxing water. You just laid there for a while, enjoying the silence and relaxing with your eyes closed shut. After a few minutes of letting the water relax your sore muscles, you reached for your mobile. Now was the time of the day to check emails, unanswered messages, the weather, social media and of course the news. Little did you know, that you were going to regret scrolling through the newest headlines of several tabloids... Mindlessly, without a second thought, you checked the newest celebrity news, causing your heart to drop at a sudden.

'Tom Hiddleston caught kissing a woman, who is clearly not his Y/N!'

You read the headline, felt the words burn inside your eyes. Of course, you couldn't help yourself but to tap on the article. Tears built up in your eyes, when you read the written sentences, through a blurry view. You desperately tried to calm yourself down, 'cause this was just an article of a tabloid. Fake news was a common thing, right? But what you didn't see coming were the pictures at the end of the article, causing your heart to shatter into a million pieces. The taken photo was a bit unsharp and wobbly, but clear evidence. Seen on the picture was Tom in front of a coffee shop or something, with a woman you didn't know - kissing her. At least that was how it looked like. The view was slightly blocked by their bodies, but the position and body language seemed to be a clear indication. A loud gasp left your lips and suddenly it was hard to breathe, due to the pain in your chest. It felt like somebody had just drove a dagger straight through your heart. No... You told yourself. No, this... This couldn't be true! Frantically, you checked the release date of the article. Perhaps it was an old one, which just decided to pop up? It wasn't. Published an hour ago. An hour ago... An hour ago, you were talking to Tom about your anniversary. That was your downfall. You let your mobile slip from your hands, letting it crash to the piled bathroom floor, before you broke down, crying. Uncontrollable sobs wracked your body as you cried and cried, until the water in the tub got ice cold, causing you to freeze. Like a robot, you lifted yourself out of the tub and got dressed, a vacant expression on your face.

After the shock of the discovery that Tom had obviously cheated on you subsidised, kicked your doubts and lack of self confidence in. Of course he would cheat on you. It had just been a matter of time, wasn't it? Tom Hiddleston - Britain's most famous actor, charming gentleman and an absolute ladies' man - with a woman like you? No. Certainly not. How could you ever be on eye-level with a man like him? He was so much more than you could ever be. You should've known from the beginning that this wasn't going to work out. That you just weren't enough. How could you be so stupid and believe that you could be enough for him? At some point he was going to let you fall - and you had reached that point now. Yes, it was 'just' a year, but nevertheless... You loved Tom with every fibre of your body. You had seen a future with him. A wedding - marriage, children, growing old together. But now? Now you saw nothing anymore. It was nothing left, except the pain in your chest, caused by your broken heart. Another wave of fresh tears rolled over you like a hurricane. You curled yourself up into a ball on the bathroom floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Through a blurry view, you saw the screen of your mobile suddenly lighting up from the corner of your eyes. Five missed messages and three missed calls from Tom. Make it four. He called you straight again, but you ignored it, looked away and buried your face in your arms. You didn't want to talk to him. Preferably never ever again.

You didn't know how long you sat there. Minutes, hours? You still hadn't moved an inch, were frozen to the ground, drowning in your heartache and self-doubts - but the ringing of your door bell pulled you back into reality, startling you to death. You assumed it was Tom. After a minute or so, he rang the doorbell again, but you didn't move. You didn't want to see him or hear his pitiful apologies. What you unfortunately didn't think of, was that he had a key to your apartment... Which he used. Actually, Tom had promised you to only use it if he had to, in case of emergency - and that was a case of emergency for him. You didn't text, didn't answer his calls. What if something had happened to you?

"Y/N?" You heard Tom call out, causing you to shiver. You didn't answer and hoped that he would just go away again. But deep down you knew this wasn't going to happen. "Y/N?" He called again; voice now utterly worried. You could hear the sound of his steps. He was searching for you. "Y/N?!" Tom was desperate now, voice filled with fear. When you heard his steps getting closer, you had enough. "Go away!" You yelled - and didn't think your plan through. It led him of course straight to you. The bathroom door flew open mere seconds later. "Y/N?!" The panic on his face was clearly visible. He looked utterly worried and fearful - a thing you didn't see. "I told you to go away!" His expression got immediately replaced by a deep frown. Tom was more than confused. "G-Go away? Why?" Then he seemed to notice your tear-stained cheeks and your puffy, red eyes. His eyes widened and he knelt down in front of you on an instant. "Gods, darling... What happened?!" Tom reached out a hand to touch your arm, but you flinched away from him. "Don't touch me!" The actor was more than just confused by now. So many thoughts were running through his mind. What had happened? Why were you acting like this? Had he done something wrong? When he had talked to you on the phone earlier that day, everything was fine... What changed? Why didn't you answer his calls and messages now? The only chance he had, was to do what you wanted him to do. So, he didn't touch you and distanced himself a bit, to give you some space. "If you want me to leave, I will. Just please... Please tell me what happened. I-I don't understand." Tom tried to stay calm, but internally he was absolutely losing his shit. He was so scared. Scared of what you were going to tell him - if you decided to do so. Scared that he had done something wrong and fucked everything up. But especially, he was scared of losing you. The actor swallowed hard, fighting the tears when your broken, hurtful gaze met his. Without saying a word, you reached for your mobile, unlocked it and tapped onto the article, before literally tossing the device at Tom's feet. Hesitatingly, he averted his eyes from you again and picked up your phone.

The headline was enough to cause his eyes to widen in pure shock. When he scrolled down the page and saw the pictures, everything became clear. Why you acted that way. Realisation hit him like a truck. You thought he cheated on you. "Y-Y/N... This is not-" Tom started to explain, but you interrupted him. "How it looks like. Yes, sure, Thomas. It always isn't, right?" You spoke in a cold tone, the venom literally dripping from your tongue. Tom shook his head, tears gathering in his eyes. "It really isn't, darling. I swear! I'd never ever cheat on you! I love you way too much. You mean the world to me, why on earth would I be so stupid to destroy this? They got this wrong, Y/N! I didn't cheat on you!" He tried feverishly to explain himself, but you just shook your head and snorted out a laugh. "Thomas... I may be stupid, but I am not blind. You can't bluff it out. It's obvious. The picture is the evident. Now just go, please." Once again, Tom shook his head, tears now free-falling. "Yes, but no! Please, let me explain." "What's there to explain? You kissed this woman and cheated on me." "I didn't! She's not just any woman! For god's sake, that's Sarah - and I didn't kiss her on the lips! I kissed the corner of her mouth!" What? Your anger subsided all of a sudden, got replaced by utter confusion. "W-What? Sarah, but...?" Tom sighed. "You know she works in India. She surprised me this morning on set. I hadn't the time to tell you she's back home, because you were at work. I took her to that coffee shop in my break to catch up with her. We didn't see each other in a long time, like you know. The pictures you saw... It was the moment I told her we were about to celebrate our one-year anniversary a-and she was so happy for me - us and well... That paparazzi was at the wrong time at the wrong place... But I can't blame them, though... Sarah looks different. Cut and dyed her hair..."

You blinked, trying to process Tom's words. Sarah? It had been his sister, Sarah? What? You literally couldn't believe this. "I-It was S-Sarah?" Your boyfriend just nodded, smiling softly through blurry eyes. "Oh my gosh..." You squeezed your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands in shame. "I am so stupid..." Tom shook his head - what you weren't able to see. "Darling, no. No, you're definitely not stupid for thinking this. You had every right to do so, and react the way you did. You couldn't know." The emotions ran wild inside your body. The rage and sadness you felt before, had turned now in utter shame and sorrow. "I-I'm so sorry, Tom." You sobbed - again. "I'm so sorry for accusing you of cheating on me and I'm sorry for the things I said." You suddenly felt how his warm, soft hands landed on your knees. "Y/N... If anybody has to be sorry, it's me. Sarah and I should've been more careful and I should've told you that she is in London. This all wouldn't have happened if I – we did that." You shook your head; felt the tears wetting the palms of your hands. "I-I just thought..." You needed to take a deep breath. "I thought you finally got rid of me, 'cause I am not good enough... Because you're you and I am just... me." A painful, heart-wrenching sob left Tom's lips, and suddenly you were in his arms, pressed against his strong chest. "Never ever say or think that again, please... You are enough, my love. You are more than enough. You always were - and you always will be. I don't care that you are 'just you'... In fact, I love that about you." He said, gently pulling your hands away from your face, so he could look you in the eyes. "You are the woman of my dreams. The woman I want to marry someday. The woman I want to have children with. The woman I want to grow old with. I love you, Y/N. To the moon and back." You felt like your heart was going to explode at the sudden rush of love you felt for the man in front of you. His beautiful words caused you to cry even more. "Oh Tommy..." You didn't know what to say. You had no words. You were speechless. "I-I want that, too. I-I love you. So much it hurts." Tom smiled at you - in the most loving way, and dipped his head to capture your lips with his. It was a kiss full of love and emotions. A kiss you desperately needed.

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: ahhhhh holy holy heck this chapter is SO DAMN EXCITING hehehe I had sosososo much writing and doing all the research!! please let me know if there is anything factual/cultural that I need to fix! I tried the best I could although I most def am not an expert in Egyptian culture so I appreciate it a lot :) hehe i hope ya have fun reading this chapter teehee oh! also I love hearing what you thought of it too! :D

Four

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, several mentions of food and alcohol as well as getting tipsy/drunk that good, good making out, suggestive themes

CWs: mentions of guns, mentions of knives, themes of jealousy (expressed by the reader)

Word count: 7.5k

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

“Well, we’re in Cairo alright.”

Two tugged the amazed young stow-away-student, Seungmin, by the hand of his backpack to keep him from running into one of the palm tree planters decorating the terminal. The young man had nearly slept the whole flight due to the length as well as the exasperation that he had just been through. While his eyes were still darkened from his nap, his glossy pupils still wondered all around him.

“I take it back. I’m so glad that I almost died so I could end up here with you guys.”

Jeongin slapped him from the backside of his head. “Never be thankful for almost dying. Life is a lot more fucking fragile than you think. This isn’t just some joyride--”

“--Ease up F.” You interrupted your partner as you shouldered your bag. The kid had already been through enough already: he didn’t need accosting on top of it all.

The dashing prince sighed out and stretched his arms. “Ahhhh Cairo. It’s been a while; too long actually.”

The airport was humid: the kind of sticky warmth that dripped down your neck in a matter of seconds to then get caught above your lip. It wasn’t much help to the anxiety that already had seeped into your veins. The closer you got to a gun the more comfortable you would be. You and the other two guards created a formation around the prince with two in the front and the other in the flank. While each of you were dressed in regular street clothes, your responsibility of his detail still hung over your head with a severe air.

Chan threw his arm over the young student with an obscene grin. His hair had become a little disheveled from the plane seat and his hoodie, but he didn’t appear to mind. Seeing him so normal was somewhat of an odd change to your previous unbreakable impression of him.

“Seungmin my friend, you’ve never lived until you’ve been to Cairo. I’ve never seen another place so enriched in history in my whole life...it puts my kingdom to shame. It’s almost like...you can just feel the time here: hundreds of thousands of years...beauty, art, food, industry...I’ve got a thing or two to learn.”

Seungmin nodded at the prince’s grandiose gestures in the terminal with an enamored smile. “I can’t wait to see it!”

Your partner put a firm hand on the prince’s back to guide him to the baggage claim. “We won’t be here for long, so, don’t get too excited. We’ve come here for one reason and we shouldn’t dally otherwise.”

The young boy appeared to frown, and Two bit his lip with a little chuckle. “Way to crush the kids dreams F.”

“You know the mission, J.” Jeongin gritted his teeth with the words. “Everything is set, there will be a car waiting for us in the garage, and at the hotel we’ll have anything we need.”

Prince Chan lulled his head back with heels clicking on the flooring. Rogue strands of his hair hung over his sunglasses where he threw a look back at you while pulling them down.

“Don’t forget our little deal Bee? We’ll have time for a little pleasure.”

The white haired agent rolled his eyes with gusto then adjusted the royal’s glasses over his face. “We’ve still got to be careful, you Highness. We never know where they could have eyes.”

“I know where I’ve got mine...” He turned back once more to throw his cockiness in your general direction.

“Listen to F, your Highness...if you want to live.”

“Oooo. Feisty as ever, Bee. I love it when you bite back.” Chan turned to his new pet, Seungmin, “She’s really something isn’t she?”

The young man nodded, but not necessarily because he agreed, but it just seemed like it better to agree with a prince than to disagree with him.

The air appeared to turn even thicker in the summery and arid city and your group approached the parking lot half shaded. Outside of the cement lot, iridescent waves of heat wiggled on the horizon, and further, the astonishing urban sprawl of Cairo, and just over it, the stretch of the Nile and Giza. Palms and other varieties of plants spotted the landscape and above it all, a perfectly crystal blue sky streaked with thin clouds. Had the circumstances been different, you really would have wished to have been there for pleasure.

“This one. Right here.” Jeongin announced upon spotting the black armored sedan. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous vehicle, but you were prioritizing safety over aesthetics. Your partner touched his index fingerprint to the car door’s invisible panel, and it flashed blue just as the lock had at the safehouse with the ticking clock insignia.

Two whipped his head around to make one last check of the surroundings before taking off his sunglasses and reddened eye. “Get in. Both of you.” He urged the prince and the student. He popped the drivers side open to find a different pair of glasses in the storage compartment: gold framed aviators.

“Huh,” He said happily while putting them on. “This is more my style.” He rummaged around a bit more to find a new pair of black framed glasses there too. “Fox! Think fast!” He threw them over to your partner who sighed out with relief.

“Thank god.”

The trunk opened with a mechanical sounding creek, and you lifted up the trunk bed to find your whole arsenal: Heckler & Koch MP5′s submachines, Remington 870 shotguns, and Glocks complete with thigh holsters. Among the pile of metal, various knives and other weapons were held in foam holders.

“They’ve got knives back there?” Two asked while pulling the rearview mirror to see.

“Oh yeah. What? You more of a knife guy?” You teased while looping your thigh holster over your cargo pants. It fit just right.

The illusive man popped his gum with a shiny smile. “‘Don’t ever have to reload them...that’s what I’m saying.”

“Thank you Carroll.” Jeongin sighed upon seeing the thick laptop among the weapons. “Finally I can do some real work. That kid’s damn Chromebook was killing me. I nearly short circuited it trying to connect to our network.”

“You what?!” Seungmin was suddenly much more interested.

“Dont worry yourself too much, its still fine.”

“Are there cameras in here?” You quickly asked your partner.

“Agency should’ve fried them a long time ago. Why?”

From the trunk bed you sized up the Glock to feel its weight and how cool it settled into your sweating hand. You unloaded the magazine to see that it had already been filled.

“Carroll. She really is too kind to us.” You slid the magazine back in then, pulled back the slider to lock it once more, catching Chan’s adoring glance.

“Something interesting pretty boy?”

The prince appeared to shiver a little, but brushed it off sighing, “Oh, nothing.”

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Either it was Carroll or the King, but someone had spared no expense on the young prince. The sun set upon the sparking Nile where you had arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel Cairo at Nile Plaza.

Anything for His Royal Highness The Prince.

The towering and gleaming building was a sight to behold in and of itself. It was nestled right into the riverside anchored with several leisurely sailboats bopping in the evening breeze. As day crept into night, the city grew with a swell of lights washing as far as you could see. Extensive bridges and roadways glowed with headlights and every building appeared to be illuminated along with more boats strolling down the river in a rainbow of colors and music.

The prince craned his head as close to the window as he could and rubbed together his hands excitedly. He looked from you to your partners, finally making a disapproving scoff.

“Come on. You’re not just a little excited to be here?”

“We’re here on business, how many times do we have to explain?” Jeongin typed away at his computer from the front seat.

“Bee?” He looked back to you with a hopeful little glint to his eye.

“Like Fox said...tomorrow is our appointment with White Rabbit, then we’re on the first flight back home for you.”

The young prince frowned, but this quickly faded once he had seen the golden brass doors to the magnificent hotel. Seeing the state that the four of you were in, it was a bit comical that you had rolled up to a place such as this. Immediately a valet and bellhop jogged up to the car wearing perfectly pressed uniforms and spotless shined shoes. Little did they know you had no belongings to your name...the rest was waiting in your suite: the royal kind.

Seungmin cranked his neck to take in the scale of the building in all of it’s regal glory and let out an airy laugh his with his backpack straps snapped tight.

“Holy shit.” He exclaimed with a giant smile

Two rose a “no thank you” hand to the valet, and asked him where the garage was in perfect Arabic. The gesture surprised you...as many things did with that man. Jeongin gave a little nod in appreciation to the bellhop and expressed with his own broken version of Arabic that you group had no luggage. The young man was confused, but still gladly took the bills that Jeongin had slipped into his hand for the inconvenience.

“We’re staying here?” Seungmin wondered while he followed you in.

“When you travel with The Prince, it comes with some perks.” Chan tore off his glasses with a particularly prideful grin.

“I feel like I need to pay for just...breathing in here.”

Indeed, it was a luxurious and grand place. The atrium was patterned with various plush lounge chairs and benches and the path was made of emerald green marble tiles with swirling designs of beige loops. Thick, round columns also supported the ceilings in the lobby, and crystal glass chandeliers sparkled. On several tables, massive floral arrangements had been freshly placed, and you wondered how much the hotel must've paid for them to look that good just to have them replaced the next day.

A couple formalities were exchanged with the worker at the front desk, and soon the keycards to the royal suite were placed into your hands. Seungmin held his piece of plastic as if it were a gold bar in his hands whereas Chan shoved it right into his front pocket.

“Everything that we should need should be up in the room.” You told the group who were too distracted to hear what you had just said.

Just before you had entered the elevator, a tug at your sleeve stopped you in your tracks. Jeongin pulled you back, nodding at Two to go with the others up first.

“Remember what we talked about before?” He muttered in the hollow and stone corridor. “About the prince?”

“I need to stay beside him?”

Your partner nodded with a furrowing brow. “We’re out in the open here, it’s a big city...anyone could be watching us. No distractions, no messing around, no anything. We see White Rabbit and we leave. Hell, I’m even inclined to make sure he doesn’t leave the room...”

“Jeongin...” You squeezed your partner’s shoulder which felt stringy and tense under your fingertips. “I got it. Trust me. He won’t leave my sight. I promise.”

“..Okay.” He said with a nervous brush to his hair, then he pressed the elevator button with his knuckle.

“You...okay?”

The young man appeared to snap out of a trance. “What? ...Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? I’m keeping it together fine. It’s just...there’s a lot riding on this mission. I don’t...”

The gold and reflective elevator dinged to the ground floor.

“We can’t disappoint Carroll with this one. There’s too much riding on it...I can’t disappoint Carroll.”

You invited your partner into the marbled and mirrored interior of the small space.

“Don’t worry, we won’t.”

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Even without the help of his royal helpers, Chan managed to clean himself up nice...provided, only the finest clothes had been sent for him to wear. While they weren’t the usual designer labels that he was used to, it was clear that they had been picked out from the finest markets and boutiques in the area. Chan, as he always was, was a prince to the full extent of the word. After a shower and some perfume to his chest, he was the same man that you had been introduced to.

A loose linen shirt swayed from his frame with little regard for the usage of buttons. He wore slacks that had been pressed made of a kind of fabric that you had never seen before, but looked airy and comfortable. As always, there was a small assortment of shoes for him to choose from as well. He picked brown leather loafers, then tucked up his sleeves to reveal his arms; scratched as they were, but still strong and spiderwebbed with thick veins.

Arrangements had been made for you to share one of the bedrooms with him--as much as you had fought it at first. Chan was thrilled with the idea, and gladly let you settle into his room with your small assortment of sidepieces and modest set of clothes by regulation of The Agency. While it had mostly been denim button downs and several kinds of functional trousers, they had sent an evening gown.

The silky white fabric was not unlike the dress that had worn for the gala, but it appeared to be even more sultry once you held it to your frame. The thin spaghetti straps barely held to your shoulders and the back dipped nearly halfway down your back.

Knowing the man that you had an appointment with, you figured the dress would make it just a little bit easier to talk to him. Along with it, there was a matching set of diamond earrings and a necklace that glinted with the same sheen of the sea.

“You’ll look gorgeous in that.” Chan said while slipping on a wristwatch. “I’m sure that it will suit you perfectly.”

The wooden bedside nightstand creaked when you put your holster and Glock in with a matching matte black knife. You had to be careful with that one, as it had nearly cut your finger upon inspection earlier.

“Hm. I think the both of us know that you’d prefer it on these lovely marble floors rather than on me. Correct?”

The confident prince strode across the room in the dim lighting of a couple lamps with stained glass shades. Outside of the balcony attached to your room, the sheer curtains blew in the night air and distorted the city lights across the river. Further, Cairo Tower surged with a pink light wrapping around the length were the cylinder pierced the sky.

“Maybe.” He tutted, then crinkled the king-sized bed where he sat. The prince’s disposition was alluring, there was no denying. He tiled his head to inspect you further, jaw clenching with a sharp angle and a testing glare to his brown pupils. The man smiled slightly while rubbing his index and ring finger down the sleeve of your considerably less scratchy blouse.

“I hope that during our time here Bee, I’ll get to know you a little better. I’m...really looking forward to our drink later. I made reservations for us.”

“Reservations? When did you do that?”

“Oh. When you were showering.” He smirked at his sneaky plans unbeknownst to you.

“If you think that I’m letting you go anywhere else besides this hotel--”

“--Bee?” The young royal grew quieter, softer, careful even. His hand cascaded from your arm down to your waist where he tentatively went to grab at your hip and squeeze lightly there.

While your first reaction was to swat him away, your second crept up on you unexpectedly, and swelled with a kind of confused euphoria feeling the pressure of him on your body. You let his hand linger there, thumb pressed into your hipbone.

“You don’t need that dress to be beautiful.”

His words snapped you back; sickly sweet, and sticky in your chest. You cast his hand off of you.

“You’re crossing the line, your Highness. Don’t...don’t touch me again.”

The royal sighed as he rose, then inspected his face in the sizeable mirror. Each of his cuts and scars had been skillfully covered with makeup the best he could manage.

“Bee, I’d cross multiple lines for you. I thought you knew?”

“THIS BED IS FUCKIN’ AMAZING!!” Seungmin called from the opposite of the suite.

The prince smiled, then followed you to the door.

“I’ve already got enough on my hands, your Highness. I ask that you not distract me.”

“Distract you?”

As soon as you had said it, regret bit at the tips of your ears. You couldn’t meet his teasing glances, but rather slid one of your more discrete sidepieces into your crossbody bag--as if guns as such could be such a thing.

“I-I...I’ll sleep on the couch.” You then resolved out loud, however the prince chuckled at your sudden break.

“As you wish Bee.”

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“I think that this is the best meal that I’ve ever eaten in my entire life!!”

Seungmin kicked his legs under the table to the embarrassed glances of both Jeongin and Chan. Before you, the prince had ordered a variety of both cold and hot mezzah dishes with a couple main entrees for you to share. While he was the only one to drink, he indulged in the most expensive wine that the hotel had to offer. Granted, everything would be paid for in cash from The Agency, however the Prince swore up and down that anyone could order anything that they wanted and that The Agency would be paid back in full. You and your partners ate modestly, however the young student didn’t hold back. As the boy shoved his face, it appeared to make the prince happy to see him eating so well.

You were still an odd group, and garnered curious glances from other restaurant guests. While they were only glances in passing, they still didn’t make you feel any better. You had already drawn enough attention to yourself with you being an odd mix of foreigners who each held themselves differently. You could sense that you partner felt it too while he sipped at his seasonal soup with eyes up to scan the room as he did so.

Chan threw his arm behind your chair to take in the rest of the room: perfectly decorated with jade green chandeliers and perfectly symmetrical wallpaper and furnishings. It was as if he felt somehow content with your strange little group; like he was the ringleader of it all or some king of the round table. For a moment, he paused to watch the way that the boats passed by on the river from the window nearest to him and sighed. Knowing him, he was probably enjoying running for his life in this way.

Two cleared his throat and unbuttoned his fashionable suit jacket as the waiters came to clear the table for dessert.

“So. What are the specs for tomorrow?”

Jeongin fiddled with his glasses, then dabbed away at the corners of his mouth. “He’s invited us to come around 11pm. He wants us to dress up too--as I’m sure you’ve all seen the clothes that have been provided for us. He apparently loves his formalities, but, anything to make him feel more comfortable I suppose. His men will meet us in the front and take us to him, then we try our best not to fuck it up.”

“--Which we won’t.” You soothed your partner.

Seungmin perked up, “I’m coming too?”

“How else are we going to look after ya, kid?” Two ruffled up the young man’s hair.

“W-wait. Didn’t you say that it’s a club? Will they even let me in? I’m not like, 21 yet? I mean, I will be in a couple months--”

“--Ahhh you’re so cute.” Chan beamed. “If you’re rolling with us that doesn’t matter.”

Seungmin blushed and played with the condensation of his water glass. “Oh.”

Your partner shifted in his seat. “Speaking of. Considering that you’re “one of us” now. We need to discuss something important with you. Your identity.” He looked over to you to finish the rest of the speech that had been pushed off for just a bit too long.

“Your name...is your most valuable asset. It’s the only thing about yourself that you can keep for yourself. No one else should know it besides you...and, well, us. If they know your name, they know your family, they know where you live, where you go to school, even that girl that you had a crush on in the fourth grade. Got it?”

Seungmin gulped dry with blown out eyes. “I-I think that I understand.”

“What do you want us to call you from now on?”

He paused, considering towards the ceiling. ”Well...if you’re B, and he’s F...and he’s J...I could be S? Simple enough right?”

“S it is then.”

The waiters arrived with every dessert possible: chocolate cake, Crème Brule, fruit cheesecake garnished with mint, as well as traditional desserts like Om Ali and Mehalabiya--a type of milk pudding dressed with delicate, pink, edible flowers.

Seungmin--now dubbed S--made happy little eating sounds while he tried a little bit of everything.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke to the prince, who now smelled strongly of Lotus and Jasmine.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind treating my friends.”

The word hung in the air, and you didn’t quite know what to do with it.

Friends.

“Where is this reservation that you mentioned?”

He took a swing from his crystal glass with finesse. “Hm. That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Jeongin told me that I need to keep an eye on you, you know that? It would be best if we didn’t leave the hotel at all--”

“--But what would be the fun in that?” The prince nearly pouted.

From the others side of the table, Two in his aviators brushed off his lap before standing. “I’m going to get some sleep, if that’s alright with you? I’m feeling pretty jetlagged and I want to be prepared for tomorrow. Excuse me.”

The slender man bowed to you at the table, then even deeper to the prince.

“What was that about?” Jeongin muttered while he poked at the thin caramel layer of his French dessert.

“Actually, I think I want to head to bed too, I’m stuffed.” Seungmin rubbed his belly in his contentment. “Also...I think I might have homework due...heh. I don’t know...I’ve got to figure out all these all these time differences and stuff.” He pushed in his chair then gave the prince a deep bow. “Thank you, your Highness.”

“My pleasure.” Chan said with a tiny bow back. “Rest up, kid.”

With the empty holes at the table, the silence was deafening.

“And then there were three.” Jeongin yawned. “Bee? Wanna do some laps in the morning? I saw that they had a pool? Wanna see if you can beat my record...again?”

“Psh. I was coming off that biochemical cocktail the last time we tired. You had an advantage.”

“Then you’ll beat me? Hm! I look forward to that.” Your adorable partner flashed the first smile that you’d seen in a couple days. You missed it, you realized.

“Sleep tight Bee. Goodnight your Highness.”

“Thank you Fox.” The prince mirrored his warm smile.

Knives and forks clinked on china in the dining room, and music softly payed the soundtrack of the evening. A low hum filled the space where the tourists and patrons chatted among themselves. It was peaceful and normal amidst everything that had been pricking your skin and plaguing worry over your mind. The prince merely sighed, sparking eyes reflecting the candles dying out on the table.

“And now it’s just the two of us.”

“Seems like it.”

“Can I whisk you away now?”

“Whisk? Who said that I would allow any whisking?”

“Come on...Bee. Just this one time? I promise to be on my best behavior.”

You laughed out incredulously at the comment. “You out of all people can’t promise something like that.”

“I guess you’re right about that. But...still, I won’t try to make a scene or anything.”

The royal placed his napkin on the table with his knife and fork respectfully tilted off the edge of his plate.

“Follow me?”

Chan held out his hand. It was pink with heat and scraped a little from the glass that had pierced the fragile flesh. In some way, you had felt a twinge of guilt seeing the small injury knowing that you couldn’t have protected him well enough then. You allowed him to lace your fingers with yours, and felt the rough cuts of his scars in your palm.

You had promised to yourself that he would never know such pain again.

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“Annnd...this is it!”

You had taken all of twenty paces outside of the hotel when Chan gestured with open arms to the riverfront. Just at the riverbank, a steamboat was anchored with open doors for hotel guests to enter. The massive, multideck, white steamboat shone like the moon peaking at the ocean’s horizon. Each of the semi-circle windows were lined with white lights and from the inside, the delightful sound of laugher and live music spilled out to the glossy water of the Nile.

“W-what is this?”

“Well…it’s a dinner cruise but I just signed us up for the bar part. Are you...surprised? I thought that it must be pretty safe considering that we’re on the water and no one can drive up and shoot at us.”

“I mean...it’s a bit closed off, but nothing that I can’t handle.”

The prince held out his arm for you to lead the way, then took your hand to help you watch your step down the stairs. Chan provided his name to the conductor in elegant sounding Arabic, leaving you shocked.

“Y-you speak Arabic too?”

Chan chuckled once more, taking your hand in his to bring you down the creaking wood deck with swinging with lanterns above your heads.

“As a royal and diplomat, it’s best for me to know how to communicate if I might need to.”

“I must say your Highness, I am definitely impressed.”

“What? You thought I was just another pretty face?” The charming prince escorted you to a room within the steamboat that was lined with red velvet carpets and small bar tables with tea candles and water lilies floating in a shallow dish. He pulled out your chair before his own, then settled with hands folded in his lap. “I’m trained in hand-to-hand too, although I could use a refresher; that was so long ago, back when I went to school.”

“Hand-to-hand? Well! You really are full of surprises.”

The prince appeared smug and faintly amused by the compliment as he crossed his legs under the table and leaned in with his dizzying floral scent.

The waitress appeared and Chan flexed his language skills once more while he ordered a Hemmingway Daiquiri for himself and a French 75 for you. Somewhere off in the distance or perhaps a different part of the boat, louder and more excitable music played along with the echoing claps of those who listened along. Here, it was much quieter, and the loud sound was replaced with a jazz song that you had heard before--likely from your more formative years.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Chan began, “Thank you for agreeing to do this with me. I know that I’ve been a bit forward, but, I appreciate you entertaining me.”

“If I had said no, what would’ve happened then?”

“Well, maybe I would’ve dropped it, but...knowing you...I don’t think that I would’ve given up easily.”

The waitress returned with the drinks on a silver platter: his grapefruit pink and yours the color of a lemon drop.

The royal rose his glass for you to clink with yours, “To...adventures.”

“To adventures.”

With a resounding sound, the glasses met, and you watched the way that the shimmering liquid ripped across the prince’s nose.

The two of you sat for several moments more, saying nothing, but sipping and soaking in the night breeze and the humidity that made your whole body feel blanketed with a sense of calm. You had felt this way before back at the safe house, and it snuck up on you once more. Simply exisiting with the prince provided you with a sense of solace that had long since faded from your life. The sense of responsibility that you felt for the man was noticeable, but you couldn’t help but notice how he provided for you the same sense of safety that you did for him.

Perhaps it was the loneliness of the job and the solitude that came along with it. Was that you craved to be touched? Listened to? Admired? You had distanced yourself from irrational things such as love and other feelings of attachment. In your line of work, people died often, and you had to move on just as fast as their lives had been taken from them. You supposed that you had become unfeeling at this point...but this prince, so full of himself and focused on the material...there was something about him that reminded you how to feel.

“Bee? What are you thinking about?” He asked carefully.

“Oh...nothing.”

“You looked kind of lost here.”

“Was I?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah...yeah. I’m fine. Maybe the drink is just...getting to me.”

“Just one drink?” Chan giggled a bit, “I didn’t take you for being a lightweight Bee. I thought that they gave you like, drinking lessons or something back at that agency of yours.”

“I’m fine. I shouldn’t have more than one drink anyway.”

The prince nodded, understanding. “So, what will you tell me about yourself? Is there anything that you’re allowed to tell me? Or...will you always be this mysterious, beautiful, enigma?”

“Me? Enigmatic? Ha! Hardly.”

“Well? What then?” The prince sucked at the lime garnishing his glass. “Since I don’t have the pleasure of knowing your real name, I’d love it if you could tell me something.”

Over the stereo, the muted trumpet played along with the twang of thick upright bass strings,

“I suppose I could tell you how...” Chan leaned in, “I didn’t want to join The Agency. At first.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“It felt like a bit of a last resort and anything that is a last resort is something that can’t come easy.”

Chan titled his head as if to say, I’m listening.

“Life...fucking sucks sometimes. Sometimes...you’re left...living with your sleazy uncle with a letter addressed to you post mortem telling you to carry on the family name if you want to feel some connection to the parents that you never knew.”

The royal cast his eyes down, “I-I’m so sorry.”

“The Agency has been everything I’ve known since I was a teenager. This life...it’s everything. I think in a way I feel obligated to it...since it was what took my parents from me...I owe it to them to do a job that they spent so much energy on so that it wasn’t in vain.”

You stopped, realizing the weight of your words in the air and how they cut like the blade of the knife that you kept tucked in your waistband sheathed in a leather cover. Once the sharp metal was taken from it’s confines, there was nothing to protect those from the damage it could do.

“Bee...I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry. That’s terrible. I can’t imagine what it must be like to loose your parents and have been thrown into this life...no one deserves that.”

“Its okay.” You sighed. “I did it to myself. Now, it’s of no concern. I can take care of my own, and I have a new family. I try not to look back.”

As he had done numerous times before that night, Chan’s hand reached out for yours under the table, brushing up against the white cloth.

“I can’t say how much I appreciate you enough for what you do; risking your life for me...I owe you everything Bee.” The prince softened, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand.

The chug of the steamboat hissed softly behind you in that back bar room, and just through the windows, you could see the stars dotting the sky just as they did in any corner of the world. They were a reminder that while some things changed, others didn’t.

The echo of footsteps on the deck clicked, causing you to turn a careful glance back to the direction of the sound. The man who entered was dressed in a casual cotton button up and navy slacks. On the white of his breast, he wore a pin holding the symbol of a crest.

“Lee Minho?” Chan gasped.

“Your Highness!” The handsome man bowed immediately with a startled little smile.

The friendly prince stood immediately upon seeing the other royal to shake his hand. “What a coincidence that we meet again!”

Lee Minho shied with a polite smile while fiddling with his hair that looked to be masterfully styled. “Must be...fated. Or something like that.”

“Are you alright? Last I saw you was at the shooting at the gala. I’m so glad to see that you’re safe. You didn’t get injured I hope?”

This close, Lee Minho had oddly cat-like eyes that were as intense as they were alluring. He was just as you had remembered him to be--put together and polished like a true royal, dastardly handsome with all the right curves to his body, and just enough mystery to him to pique the interest of anyone who had sensed his air--just as the prince had.

“What are you doing in Cairo?” Chan asked, gesturing for the stranger to pull up a chair.

Lee Minho swatted away the question with an annoyed cringe. “Royal stuff, you know how it goes. Everyone is always trying to poke their noses in places where they shouldn’t be...unless they’re looking to get themselves killed. That's why they send me. I’m dispensable.”

“Oh, I’d hardly say that.”

In seconds the prince’s entire body had shifted towards the direction of the other man, and hung onto each of his words as if they were a siren song.

“When you’re not as high up in the ranks as you are your Highness, royalty starts to feel more like servitude than a legitimate position.”

“So, where are you poking your nose?”

Lee Minho’s eyes nervously flicked to you, and Chan realized that he had skipped right over introductions.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce the two of you. Minho, this is Bee, my--”

“--I’m a member of his detail.” You spoke for him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you formally Lee Minho. I recall seeing you at the gala.”

Minho bowed slightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

It was obvious that you had made the man uncomfortable, just as you had liked it to be. While you could see what the prince had seen in him, you had the disposition to be much less trusting than his Highness.

“Which royals are employing you? I’d love to know! It’s always exciting for me to learn about who is plotting what. The royal drama keeps me really entertained.”

Minho sat up straighter, then waved a hand for the waitress to come scuttling over.

“Some of my family members. You wouldn’t know them, we’re all dreadfully insignificant to be honest. They heard all this business about those men with the red crests and they’re starting to get scared. After they targeted...you, they’re wondering which royal family might be next...if any. I’m here to find out who they are, their whereabouts, anything else.”

“Wow! That’s actually what we--”

“--And where are you planning on getting this information if I may ask?” You hushed the prince’s loose lips as quickly as you could.

Minho leaned in over the flickering candle to lower his tone, “I heard that there’s an informant here in the city who might now something about this group. They’ve been popping up on national news too as of late. I’m looking to talk to him tomorrow evening. Luckily, I was able to make an appointment but it was no small feat. I had to bribe him to high hell to get him to speak with me.”

“Hm. Sounds familiar.” You mumbled.

Chan’s eyes widened, then he looked back to you to ask for permission. You gave him a nod.

“It seems like we’re here for a common purpose my friend.” The prince leaned in to bridge the gap between them, his hand notably reaching to rest on the other man’s thigh below the table’s surface. “We’re seeking similar information and I think we might be speaking of the same informant.”

“But your Highness, isn’t it dangerous it you to do something like this?”

“Not when I’ve got her around.” Chan threw a sly grin to you across the table. “I’m well protected. And you? Where’s your detail?”

“I’m afraid that I’m out here alone. Like I said, when you’re as low in the ranks as I am...”

“What? That’s terrible!! They aren’t even protecting their own? Bee!!”

“Yes, your Highness?” You already knew where this was going.

“Let’s bring Minho along with us tomorrow! We know that there’s safety in numbers--”

“Your Highness, in case you haven’t noticed, our hands are already a bit full...”

“I can fend for myself.” Lee Minho suddenly piped. “Travelling alone, I’ve picked up a few things about protecting myself. You don’t have to protect me, but, I appreciate the offer.”

“Nonsense! You should come with us! I would feel more comfortable if you did rather than went by yourself.”

Lee Minho gave the royal a smile in his thanks, it was pure and a little adorable you had considered...but that was likely the champagne going to your head.

“Really? I appreciate it, your Highness.”

While you were distanced, you nearly could’ve sworn that the prince had squeezed the other’s leg reassuringly, and you were willing to bet he had rubbed it with his thumb too just as he had done to you.

After long, the waitress returned with Lee Minho’s drink, and the two men chatted like old college buddies while you slipped away at your drink in an attempt to make it last as long as you could. While Chan did try to engage you in conversation, it would never last for long until he would become puppy-eyed over the stranger again. In the end, you wondered if the tipsy prince would’ve also confessed to this man if he had one too many drinks.

The table bumped with their jovial and restless legs, and you could only imagine what wandering hands sought to discover.

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The hotel was quiet save for the click of heels on the marble floors from ladies who had just gotten off the steamboat and clung to their husbands in their drunken stupor. They cackled in the empty and golden lobby, then pressed hasty kisses into the stuttering mouths of their husbands who’s mouths then smeared with hot pick lipstick. Chan giggled at the sight while he tripped over his own feet too.

“Ahhhh. Being in love is so cute.” He adored them once you had entered the elevator.

“You’re not going to throw up on me, are you?”

The prince hiccupped, then shook his head. “Unlike you I know how to hold my liquor. I’m fine. Just a bit sleepy I think. Must be the jet lag.”

The tones for each floor beeped in the compartment, and Chan lulled his head back and forth.

“So. Lee Minho huh?” You said, not even able to help yourself. The alcohol had brought you a bit of an edge...so you thought.

“Lee. Minho.” He sighed out dreamily. “What do you think of him?”

“I think I can’t trust anyone as long as I haven’t ran at least three background checks on them.”

“Awww, Bee, you’re so thoughtful of me.”

In the empty hallway, the prince with squinting eyes leaned against the doorframe to the royal suite, reaching out to brush up against your blouse once more. You let him, excusing his drunken state. After he did so, his eyes hazed over with something much different, while he looked exhausted, it was laced with something else: something much more longing.

“Bee...fuck, I really want to kiss you again.”

“Hm. That’s ripe coming from you who was just viciously flirting with Lee Minho.”

You could see his head spinning in his dilated pupils. “What?”

The door clicked open and you less than gracefully lead the prince through the dark to your shared bedroom.

“B-Bee, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed, “I’m not blind, you know.”

“A-are you...jealous?”

“W-what? Fuck no. I’m just...you can’t just...toss people around thinking that they’ll all bend to you.”

Chan sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed at his temples when you turned one of the lamps on.

“I-I was doing that?”

You tore a pillow from the bed as well as the throw blanket at the end. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Good evening, your Highness.”

“Wait! Bee!” The young prince stumbled after you, stubbing his toe against the bedpost in the process. “Ah-FUCK!” He grunted.

“What?” You growled back to him, half shrouded in the darkness of the suite living room.

The royal stumbled out, eyes blank and backlit from the bedroom. While you couldn’t see him fully, you later could assume that there was something in him terribly torn and ripped in that moment that made little sense to him, as it did to you to.

Arms reached out, bodies softly illuminated by the lights of the city, and the prince leaned himself fully into you, pressing bitter tasting lips to yours with a heat and desire that only seemed amplified the breather he had gotten. While he tasted of lime and grapefruits, with a twinge of alcohol. He was just as addictive as any vice. You wanted to feel him. As infuriating as he was, and oblivious, your abhorrence to him was just as strong as your attraction.

“Mm, Bee--” He moaned directly into your mouth while shuffling both of you back to the bedroom.

The prince’s trembling breath floated from his mouth to yours where he used both of his large hands to pull your face closer to his. You knew that in some way, there must have been something ingenuine about the whole scenario, but you didn’t care too much, not when kissing him felt like something. Maybe he had kissed you out of pity, or because he really had wanted to kiss you. You broke for seconds before both of your tangled limbs hit the bed.

“Before...you said that you wouldn’t kiss me.”

“I didn’t make any promises...but, how come...you said that you wouldn’t hesitate...? But you kissed ba--”

You silenced the prince’s words with your own heated kisses that made little sense, only that kissing him as such felt good. You straddled the man while his hungry fingers traced all the way down your back. The prince’s hips sunk into the cushiony mattress, and you screwed him down even harder into it with your own heated hips grinding into him with as much pressure as you could muster.

“This is what you want, right?” You pulled at his lip with your teeth to hear him groan from it.

“Is it...what you want?” Chan got out between more kisses.

You could blame it on loneliness or lack of touch all that you wanted, but it wasn’t even close.

“Wait. Wait.” Chan suddenly interjected.

“What? What is it?”

The prince looked up at you, that haze in his eyes now fading to something much different that wasn’t covered in the lust that he held before.

“Bee...I-I don’t know if I want it to happen this way. It feels...it’s not...”

“Not what?”

He brushed his hand upward now to caress your face, lingering on the side of the peach fuzz on your cheek. “You deserve better than whatever the hell this is.”

“Oh, so when I finally want to fuck you, you’re saying it isn’t right?”

“I’m saying, I’m drunk, it’s late, clearly there’s something that’s upsetting you, and I want to know what it is before we do anything else. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

It might’ve been Lee fucking Minho, or it might’ve been something else much stickier for you to admit, but seeing the prince like this, it was too much. He was gorgeous under you, practically angelic looking.

“I-I’m...complicating things.” You whispered out, and the prince softened even further.

“That’s what it is? Bee, I told that you don’t have to worry about--”

“--Yes. Yes I do...your Highness. I-I can’t feel...”

“Bee--let’s just talk about--”

The prince might’ve said more, but his words faded into murmurs once you closed his door behind you, then crawled onto the couch in Jeongin and Seungmin’s room, locking their door too.

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please tell me about electricity in the zones! :0c

!!!!! OKAY

i think electricity in the fab four era was WAY rarer. you needed either a generator (and then fuel for it) or solar panels/wind turbines, both of which need a pretty stable building and a fair amount of upkeep. I think TCM’s, the radio shack, the diner, and the paradise motel (which is different from TCM’s in my canon idr if it is in comics canon) all have their own electricity sources, but the radio shack is the only one thats rlly consistent (as much as tommy hates to admit it). concerts get put on through a lot of community collaboration to get generators/turbines/etc set up for the night

this is mostly because BLI is focusing on like, keeping the city in order, manufacturing anti-killjoy propaganda, still attempting to get them under control. very much working within the city walls. It’s a well established company and the city has been in place for a while (maybe 20-25 years? i promise ill get my timeline in order someday) but the killjoys are Determined to bring it down in a meaningful and threatening way, so bli has to focus on keeping them away from the walls and can’t expand like they really want to.

by the comics era, electricity is both easier and harder to get in your building. BECAUSE bli has started to move out of the city and into the zones. after the fab four and most of the OG killjoys got killed/dracced/what have you and the people that are left have the more ultra v’s “killing is fun and we can just do that in our little crews” approach to being killjoys. NOT “can we work together to liberate the city” like the OG’s.

the comics have construction sites and billboards promising “something better is on the way” (or whatever). Even the nest becomes a planned improvement site after it gets blown up. and construction sites well, need power. and really, among the mess of cables and equipment that BLI leaves scattered around, who’s gonna notice one more cable? who’s gonna notice that it just disappears under the sand?

i think (bold) killjoys and zonerunners run cables from construction sites to their bases (if they dont have the resources for one of the other ways of getting power) and count the days until BLI notices and cuts the cable. The nest does this, thats how they power their game systems and lights, but it gets cut pretty regularly bc tbh nest ‘joys arent, uh, subtle.

Anyway, yeah, thanks @queercodedvampire and @ceinflower for also asking!!

#danger days #tlotfk #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #hcs #bolding is just for readibility i hope it helps #theultravs

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thesnottedbrat · 3 years

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The Difference

K-wave became more trending globally these years (thanks BTS), another culture also raise to the surface in reading section (manhwa and novel). Korean manhwa and novel popularity are quite significant these recent years, to the point the author and published take a legal action to protect their babies from ilegal translation. Hence, right know, we’re in the middle of their purgatory.

Back then, i dont really read manhwa diligently, but i know some people already fangirling about it. I was a devoted believer of manga, heck, my reading list was full of it. Fast forward, my hot list mangas been hiatus or the scans team being MIA (due lacking translator/staffs) or simply we waiting for the next chapter coming up which takes weeks/months (you know, some mangas published weekly, monthly or bimonthly, but some of them are publish every 4months! yeah right, talk about forever).

Out of boredom, i give several manhwas a try (its been on roll for months and many people in forum talked about it, so lets give it a try), and im hooked.

I remember the first manhwa i read was a BL manhwa with silver hair guy with a super power as the ML (forgot its name), and the MC is his childhood friend with black hair. The artysyle totaly catching my eyes fast. Its colorful but i have a slight difficulties with how to read.

You know, manga are black and white page (ofc there’s one with colors as well), and 1 page are contained (normally) with 3-6 panels, and you read it from right to the left. But with manhwa you have to do the opposite. Its a long strip comics with lots of white area, and you read it from left to the right.

Im also check several manhua out there. My first manhuwa is 10 years where i loved you the most. DAMN MAN! i love this manhua so freaking much!! i even read the novel!!! totally a tear jerker!!!

And ever since, i imersing myself to read more manhwa and manhua (but not much) LOL.

And i give the novels a reading too. But after some time, i found a patterns.

This writing is based on my personal opinions, so no hard feelings, ok?

My preferences are:

something with heavy-twisted theme (but not too dark nor gorey)

easy fluffy romance is okay too

picky with omegaverse things (cus yk...)

family theme is okay (i loved it actually, as long as its not too childish)

comedy is fine, but too much are down for me

regular shounen/shoujo theme is acceptable

something full with angst/sad kind of thing is my fave!

war and strategy things are okay too

mysteries, detective/police theme is fine

supernatural stuffs is good once a while

Well i guess, my preference is okay, I mean, i dont like things that too complicated or too cheesy. It just blow the entire plot.

Im also fine where the MC is died, i mean, several stories are meant to do so (imo). We cant be perfect all the time, even fictional stories need some real life situation hard. I think this kind of ending is beautiful and more humane.

Korean Novel

Blame me for my limited reading list. But from what i read so far, the only novel i liked was Trash of the Count Family. Most of k-novel i read, were, how do i say this.. they’re just okay?

Plot wise, i see no difference one from another, and i want more conflict happened. Maybe the author and published targeted the young audience, so i cant really blame them.

But, from what i know, Shadow Queen had good characters conflict and the characters also develop by their own pace (quite slow, but i guess its the way supposed to be).

But come to think of it, i never found BL novel? Letme check on it again.

Korean Manhwa

Most of the artystle are cute and nice, but thats it. Most of published (popular) manwha in girls sections were novel based (adaptation), its a common things and sometimes they differentiate from the original plot. Meanwhile the BL sections apparently were original (not adaptation).

I dont know why but instead cultivated more artists to make novel adaptation, why dont asked them to create their own story? I think its more interesting that way and to make more vast genre available out there.

Plus thing : they published it weekly, with hiatus schedule for several months and continue the next chapter (repeat). Needless to say, they can finished a book/projects fast.

Japan Novel

Well, i have a love-hate relationship with this. Most of them able to portray the deep of characters emotions well, and the plot development was. But what i hated is sometimes (or mostly?) they spinning in the wheels and using the same words for god knows many times.

Japan Manga

Allright, old artifacts, who doesnt read this stuffs? Do i have to write it down?

My first book story, ever. And i still read it till now. The most vast collection out there, and the most easy to obtain book. Not every manga are colorful (they printed the colorfull ver as a limited edition/collection edition), they printed it in bw to reduce the production cost.

Manga is the opposite of manhwa in terms of creating stories. The mangka works as a story teller as well as the artist. Not everyone tho, but most of them.

What i hate: their published date! URGH. As i stated previously, their published date is sucks! several publisher have different release schedule. Some of them published weekly, monthly or bimonthly. I can wait for it. For some of them publiisedh every 4months! 4 months for 1 chapter!! So it means, you only have 4 chapters A YEAR!! Emerald sucks!

I dont even bother to keep tabs with Super Lovers or Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.

Chinese Novel

imo, the only worth reading is their BL novel. If i were you, dont even bother to read other novels, it was just a long series of cheap soap drama with evil cycle. Sooooo fed up i cant even say anything. Ok, maybe not everything, To Be A Virtuous Wife is a good read, or my all time fave 10 Years When I Loved You The Most (BL), or every MXTX works is superb! I recommend this very much!

But i have to admit, i loved how Ch author using a flowery language, thats what hooks me the most.

The common things are mentioned below:

daddy CEO with super smart genius kid and superb beauty wife

imortal heavenly being, mostly reincarnated

harem life turns one devoted lovers

rape and violence

like normal occurrences

genius hacker

unmatched beauty

The thing is, the MC is way too OP (either physically or mentally) which i dont like. So i dropped several stuffs.

Chinese Manhua

Plot wise, i dont really like it. I mean, they’re just okay, but its not drove me to the point where i have to catch up with it. But, i must say, their artstyle is quite charming. The authors have a tendecy to make their artystyle into painting like, idk but i got that vibe.

#personal thoughts

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tomatograter · 4 years

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Hey!! Firstly? Happy birthday!!! You deserve an amazing day!! 🎉 🎉 Secondly, I adore your fanfic DON JUAN MANLET KING!! I was curious, do you have any advice for people who wanted to implement art into their fan fiction similar to you? In technical terms specially!! My fool brain has no idea where to look to see how I can place some fun visuals in my writing gahlahkga Thank you in advance!!

thank you so much!!!!! i’m not sure if the way i go about it counts as universal advice, so do take it with a grain of salt; i’m used to thinking of my prose-pacing as either comicbook beats or play scenes on a script (sometimes a gag is strictly visual or an emotion communicated entirely by acting, so i dont count on the writing to deliver all of it; similarly, sometimes stuff is just too introspective to be communicated with a glance.) My concepts for DJMK start out either as writing bites that need some accompanying atmosphere added to them, or visual layouts that tell me where a scene is going. It takes a lot of time to get stuff the way i want it to, and sometimes it just doesn’t even work the way i picture it in my brain, and i have to adapt bc Ao3 limits you to very rudimentary CSS (and i’m not a code savvy person anyhow.)

There’s a really long scene involving an afternoon transitioning into a late night party, so i opted for having the page itself go from a baby afternoon pink to pure black to denote time passage. There’s a whole chapter dedicated to jake & roxy making scrapbook collages, so the chapter itself has the finished products of their work still smeared with glitter & photo cuts & tools while they chat. There’s another one relating to roxy’s childhood, and we know their favorite games are old-school nintendos, resulting in the framing being made through a customized Gameboy console for the nostalgia in their childhood. The entirety of this story is backed on the concept that Jake’s brain functions at high visuals, relating to pictures & movies & various concepts he associates with specific people dear to him instead of words- so i place the visuals like a collage to the thoughts. Most of my panelwork is either highly based on the way Homestuck proper paces scenes/gags with pesterlogs or following what i usually do in traditional comics, so it’s a little harder for me to break that down. i guess in the end what i ask myself is;

1) what exactly is the intended function of the text, as in what the scene is supposed to evoke (is it abstract? less solid visuals. is it an actual scene, beat-by-beat? i storyboard it, try to limit the number of panels as much as i can to reduce work)

& 2) how can i make said function clear by showing instead of telling (re; i dont really need to tell you why roxy’s chapter is videogame-based, it’s implicit that you already know their favorite games are from vintage/ninty consoles. i don’t need to tell you the ‘where’ is jake english when he tunes off and wakes up in a pitch black void)

And as much as i itch to find places to include visuals whenever i can, there’s one thing that is true; not every text needs, or is improved, by visual aid. Sometimes even highly sophisticated art can undermine the multiple-interpretation & personal imagination value of a narrative paragraph. Do what feels right for your story, but don’t feel the need to cram things in!

#DJMK #don juan manlet king

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imjustalazycat · 5 years

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asks

replying some asks under the cut!

also I closed my askbox for a little bit because i wont be able to reply to asks until september ;;

1) Im a selftaught artist, so those advices i give are not professional to that grade but my own experience xD

there are different ways to start a comic, maybe at first try to do a short one with simple plot to get used to the paneling! I suggest to look at different artists who draw comics so you can see what page style fits you more. There’s not really a rule for paneling so people tend to get lost in there you just need to find your style

try different perspective (I know its hard) and dont be afraid to draw backgrounds. even simple ones are ok and it makes a big difference from just a blank space xD

use a LOT of references. and dont get mad if the drawings are not as good as you wish they were. you have to focus more on the story because if the story is good then that is gonna be the first thing people will look at. good art is important but don’t get frustraited too much over it and try to follow the flow of the page more. try always your best tho BOTH in art and story just don’t push yourself over your limit because you’re gonna build upin the process ;;

furthermore i always suggest to draw comics as a way to improve art in general because if you keep going you will improve page by page. especially expressions ;; (also youtube tutorials are great!!!!!!)

don’t run away from your weakness (could it be hands, legs, anatomy etc) by finding ways to not draw those xD you gotta draw those more!!!

also i stumbled across this artist’s comic tips and i find them super valid and i always reccomend to check those out ;;

2) THANK YOU FOR CHECKING TAGS FIRST ;; it's true I didn't show much of Rex yet as in the present he's not really active. He's the original owner of the body indeed in ALL the comics about the swapfells past Pup isn't present at all since he literally wasn't existing yet. the "accident" will be explained in the new comic although i'm planning to draw more of dlots with Rex and more dlots about their past. as I got asked many times about the whole Pup/rex situation I'm thinking about making a storyboard to explain better with more details their story without spoilering the main comic (as that specific part will come after a looong time xD)

BUT I'm not sure about when i will actually have time to do it. I think after the reference sheets about the other AUs so maybe once those are done you will get to know more about the boy ;; sorry for being really slow on providing infos but my time is limited and i want to do things the best way i can. thank you for your interest ;; <333

3) aah thank you dear I'm glad you liked that comic ;; as for your question well I have a few things that motivates me to draw storylines/series:

i want to tell stories mostly and the best way to do it, at least for me, is by drawing comics

I want to show characters interactions and i want to see myself how the characters develope through the series. sometimes I'm more like a watcher as the story is forming them and not really my own specific choice xD

Pup for example! I didnt plan to make him like he is xD the story needed a character that could balance the angst happened in the chapter before his appereance so that's how he became the goofy character of the story. As one of the main protagonists tho he developed through the chapters to become a more serious and deep boy than he could look from the beginning. he developed thanks to the story. thats also why i think comics are amazing they help you forming your characters. you also get to learn from them ;;

what also motivates me a lot are the comments and interactions of the people reading my comics. it's really a huge help for me. but you can't really count on that in the beginning! because people will come only if you are determined enough to start by yourself and work for yourself ;; just because you dont have much feedback yet it doesnt mean you're not good enough. people still have to find you! the more you post, the higher are the chances of you to be found and you'll finally get the feedback you deserve! don't give up and give always your best ;; draw for yourself not for the notes

thank you all for your questions ;; you know it means a lot to me <33

#giving some advices in comics here!#and motivation thing ;;#so check it out if you're interested!#lazycat ask #lazycat asks #i'll reopen the ask box in september!#comics tips

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i guess its compliment hour over here, so i gotta say i've always loved your colors?? its something i struggle with myself and while reading your comic it's all just SO vibrant and inspiring i can feel it even while i'm not looking at it here... do you happen to have any advice for picking colors? can't wait for the next comic update btw!

yall are SO nice to me and I am insufficient in expressing it beyond HEART EMOJIS— ❤❤❤ thank you so much!! ;u;

my artsy talk is under a cut cuz i am again not well acquainted with brevity ghjsghs—

theres a lot I’m still working on learning in art+coloring but coloring is my favorite part!! I honestly just futz around with layers until I feel like it looks Right l ol, I like pink and purple so I use those a lot! and I like limited color schemes so I use repeating colors among groups of characters rather than giving each one a fully unique palette. ik that cause them to stand out a little less but personally I like using shared colors to give a look of unity among characters who have close ties and using more unique/different colors for characters who don’t fit in with that group :V

for picking base color schemes for characters i just use the colors i like and use ones that are just,, magic girl color psychology basically ppfh—like using my ps1983 characters as an example! pastel pink feels soft and comfy with a vibe of healing, and Healing is gonna be a big thing in my comic. blue is elegant and dark blue can feel cold and distant and mysterious, especially when kinda at lower saturation. Bev has got a much more uniform color scheme than the other mcs with it being mostly blue, for that reason :^0 bon wears some muted colors but her shirts tend to be yellow/orange or otherwise bright to help establish her on sight as warm and friendly and bright—all basic color stuff that everyone knows of and uses, whether intentionally or not, but it is effective so i deliberate over em!

and with backgrounds, for my comic I usually do one nicely colored one per page (roughly) and then in the rest of the panels I do it in either monochrome or very limited color just to make the characters stand out more against it. i like how some older cartoons do it, where you might have just blocks of super limited color or monochrome with different saturation as the background and lineart overtop without actually coloring in anything! i think it looks cool lol

and picking color based on mood of the drawing is the obvious one but i have fun with that too! and will just shift the whole palette to one color. ex., I might just color everything using only blue from the start rather than use an overlay or shading of blue and leaving everything else fairly intact. or a more subtle one ive used is, for panels or draws i want to look richer and warmer, I’ll paint a rainbow on top and blur it to heck and lower the opacity a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ most of my techniques dont have a solid basis other than “i think it looks nice!” haha but! for me thats what counts!

thank u again so much for your kind words and support!! and for giving me a chance to talk about art stuff!! 💖💖💖 :,3 I hope you have a wonderful day!

#asks #Anonymous

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maikatc · 4 years

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Black Sun Tale | Bread and Water

Remember that this is only a first draft with minor edits, but have fun reading! Comments and reception is greatly appreciated! --- “What I came up with today? Uh…,” Flipped some pages, “I came up with two new characters earlier?”

The city streets screeched with traffic noise and crowds chattering, smoke surrounding the air with a bar across the avenue.

“Gabriel’s story’s kinda sad. He killed this guy named Wren, but they were like brothers.”

Off between two aged buildings, an alleyway poked out with barely any notice.

“He hates Zero- or Hiro now though. He’s the reason why Wren went crazy.”

The interior of the alley carried a scattered mess of blankets, journals, calendars, along with other miscellaneous things. Though a single journal stuck to being held, firm by the grasps of a boy.

His sickly pale skin complemented his unkempt and grimy black hair. While his twig body shivered by the gentle cold. His boney fingers pointed at drawings from his one of many journals towards the girl next to him. “That’s Gabe when he got mad at Dannie after finding out.” His voice rasped.

Observing the girl’s reaction, her expression perked to something of confusion. “How did Wren and Gabe get to that situation though?”

He rolled his eyes to the side. “I haven’t gotten that much into the backstory. But all I know is that they both got into a mess like Evie or Lucia.” Blinked twice. “It’s just that while Evie was mad at becoming a slave, Gabriel was mad because his entire life’s purpose was taken away from him… and he’s in denial about it being kinda his fault too.”

Her cocoa hair blocked the faces she made from the boy’s slouched position on the ground. However, she chirped up quickly enough. “Ayu, I’m really digging Gabriel right now.”

“Really,” Ayu questioned, sitting back up a little the process. “I thought he was kinda basic.”

“Yeah,” she turned her floor seat towards him, revealing her fair complexion made out of light makeup. “From what you told me so far. I’m guessing he’s being ignorant of his past mistakes completely and letting out all his anger to someone else, right? At least from what I can tell in this picture.”

“I guess so?”

“Okay, I didn’t screw up on reading the comic panel,” making a small clap with her hands. “That can be realistic if you do it right, but you can also mix in a theme with that-”

“Annette. No,” Ayu interrupted her. “When you talk about ‘theme’ and that stuff, I get more of a headache than every other minute of life,” he groaned.

“Do you want me to get you some ibuprofens?”

“I’m fine.”

Annette nodded. “Well other than that, I still feel bad for Hiro,” she pouted.

Ayu lifted a brow and eyed her. “He’s the one who trapped ten kids in a death maze.”

“But he’s trying to get better!”

He scoffed, “He still did bad things, that’s why Evie treated him like shit afterwards.”

“You’re the one giving him a redemption arc though?”

“I’m just trying to stay close to the original idea.” Ayu closed the book and chuck it to the side. “Even if I don’t really believe in it.”

Annette’s lips twitched. “He’s just trying to be a better person than before…”

“He was still a dick. Out of anything, you should be feeling bad for Wren.”

“How so?”

Ayu set his arms back. “He was lied to for most of his life and he only got killed in the end for having a different opinion, pretty much.”

“So, he’s pretty much a pity party?” Annette eyed him. Ayu already knew what she was telling with her expression.

“No. He just go fucked over too much because of both Gabriel and Zero.”

Annette rolled a shoulder, pulling back her hair in the process. “I guess I like all of them, anyways. I’m just still hoping you can pull it off well.” Her lashes fluttered in the dim lights. “Did you come up with Gabriel and Wren from your dreams again?”

Ayu hummed. “Kinda. I had a random dream last night where a guy shoots another guy with an arrow but gets sad about it. That’s how I got Wren’s death.”

“Anything else from it?”

“There was a bit more, but it’s blurry.”

“Any others dream while I haven’t been here,” She asked.

Ayu blinked. “I just have that, some girl screwing herself over and getting her friend dead, then nothing.”

Annette hesitated with her words. “No dreams of Lillie?”

Ayu paused, seeing Annette flinch from her own question. He buried his hands in his hoodie pockets and looked down. “… None of those.”

She apologized with her eyes narrowed. The area went silent for the two. A minute? Two? Ayu couldn’t tell. He could barely count with patience.

“How long have you been here?”

“Huh? About an hour, I think…” She brought her phone to her view, checking the time. “God, we spent a lot of time goofing off.”

“You have homework, don’t you? You should go home, school’s tomorrow anyways.”

“… Right.” Annette stood up, her tall figure looming before Ayu. A second of standing still, she face-palmed herself. “Oh god, I have three projects to do.”

“Then get on to it,” Ayu joked.

“Yeah, yeah.” Annette grabbed back her already cleaned up board game and binder. “I’ll see you another time then.”

Before taking a turn back home, a “Bye” could be heard quietly over a car honking.

Ayu studied the outside of the alleyway in silence. Every second brought a new face passing by, and it brought the reminder that no one noticed him staring. A child, a couple, a group of teens, they all went their own ways, not even taking a glance of something that’s nonexistent for them.

The boy groaned, turning back and plopping his head to a pillow, gifted by Annette. As he slammed his body to the ground, the rough concrete hit him back. He winced like every other day when he fell over from exhaustion. Though, the routine of his ‘home’ was redundant.

He muttered in his own silence, “Ow.”

At least he had a pillow unlike the first two years of four when living in the alleyway.

Laying down, still and blank, Ayu sighed and grabbed his journal from the side again. He flipped through the thin paper, skimming past the art he made, and stopped at the next blank page. He crawled to grab the pencil he left on the other side of the alley earlier in the day, and crawled back to his pillow to write:

October 21st 201X

Came up with new caracters today, dont know what to do

Did noting else today, like usuel

I got a litle mad at Annette, probly was a bad idea

No monsters, No Akeldama

As Ayu moved his arms to store the book away, a voice halted him.

“Looks like you’ll be having an insipid time again.”

Ayu jumped, sitting immediately and twisting his head around. Finding nothing, he sighed, “Speak of the Devil…” He then crossed out the note of ‘No Akeldama’ for the day.

“Did you miss me from last time?”

Ayu leaned back to the rigid wall, conversing with the voice ringing across his head. “Just tell me what the hell is going on,” he groaned.

“Oh child, you won’t be getting that anytime soon for sure,” The voice mocked him.

“You’ve been telling that to me for how long?”

“I don’t know in all honestly, I’ve lost track of time after my first hundred years.”

Ayu leered at nothing. “Four years, Akeldama. Four years.”

“Ah right, you’re twelve now, correct?”

“Yeah. Turned twelve last June.”

“Well, aside from that, have you met any new people?”

Ayu sighed. “I haven’t, luckily.”

“What a pity,” Akeldama sneered, “You were the kid that pouted about being lonely, yet once you get a friend, you don’t even want another one anymore.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re just a greedy brat.”

“What do you want now Akeldama?” Ayu’s mind raced quickly, his heart beating rapidly.

“I was simply here to check if you were the same as before, which you are by the way,” he muttered. “Though I’m also here for something else on the matter of you.”

“Dear god, what now?”

“Funny calling me ‘god’,” he chuckled, “but I think you’ll soon meet somebody you’ll get along with.”

“Wait…,” Ayu murmured. His eyes widened. “Akeldama don’t tell me-”

“You’ll be having fun for the next few months. I promise,” he reassured him.

“You fucker,” Ayu yelled, slamming his fists onto the hard ground. Though, he brought both of them up immediately from the pain, gasping at the impact of the floor cracking. He held both tightly against one another as they both burned.

“God, damn it Akeldama…”

No reply.

Ayu placed his head down into his knees and closed his eyes. His boney joints pressed against his forehead. Two deep breaths, then hold.

He pulled his head back after seconds, groaning, “Why did I decide to go through with this…?”

Ayu’s eyes flutter back open as his stomach made a painful growl.

“Right…” He clicked against his chapped lips. “When was the last time I ate?”

The growl reminded him of the stomach pain from recent days, aching as he puckered. The pain bothered him, but Annette already left to his dismay.

“I need to get food now then,” he muttered to himself.

He hopped up from his sitting position, his bone-thin legs freezing up from the cold. Exiting the alleyway, Ayu turned to the grocery store route.

He pulled up his hoodie quickly, his tired eyes being protected from the soft light. And he ventured out to treat himself to food and water rations.

A jug of water and a bag of bread, Ayu repeated to himself multiple times.

The shop held multiple items to Ayu’s attention. Aisles carried shiny toys, colorful pencils and journals, to junk food and candy. Ayu stared at the chips bar, slurping up the slight drool dripping out of him. He shook his head. Bread and water. Bread and water.

How long had it been for the boy to have a nice meal? When was the last time he had the sweets he loved?

Bread and water.

When was his last chip binge? His coloring book sessions and playtime?

Stop being a bitch and get what you need already. He scolded in his head.

He dashed to an unfamiliar aisle so his mind wouldn’t get dragged elsewhere. Stacks and piles of paper towels and toilet paper surrounded him through his short walk to the bakery. His head bobbed in a sigh that he didn’t need anything of such thanks to shop bathrooms and recreation center showers.

However, as soon as he exited the aisle, aromas of pastries and baked goods filled his senses. He ignored it since the shop’s goods were usually too sweet for him despite his tooth. Walking down, he read through the brands of bread, squinted his eyes to spell and read out some words himself. It was only until his found a decent bag of bread rolls did he go off to the drinks section.

The sodas and fizzy pops caught eyes of most, though Ayu’s tongue had more of a distaste for it. He turned from the bright and dazzling colors to the row of water jugs. His memory of measurements buzzed in his mind, though not enough to remember how much a liter was compared to a gallon.

After staring, his mind boggling on which was which, Ayu gave up and choose which one seemed like the largest.

Ayu ended up carrying the bread rolls in one hand and the three-gallon jug of water with the other by his stick arms. He walked out of the aisle, closing in on the exit.

He stepped with hesitant feet. His head twisted and turned to assure nobody near him. A single bump from someone else and he could be done for the day.

He swept through the cashiers. His scattered gaze wandered through all of them left and right. But in a single heartbeat, his body already went passed them unlike his mind.

Ayu sighed and took a step towards the store exit. His guilt cultivated him like every other time he’s done this. It’s better for me. Even if I don’t actually need it-

A grip of a hand pulled him back from leaving. Ayu’s heart froze as his breath started to stutter immediately. He turned slowly, and echo of a voice ringing loudly to him. I’m fucked.

“Hey…” He saw the face of the one who grabbed him by the arm. He was around the same age as him, younger maybe, but shorter for sure. “Hey…” His light brown skin shined by the store’s lights along with the freckles dotted around his nose and cheeks. While his soft green eyes glared at him in confusion. His dark red hair was also a first for Ayu to see-

“Hey!” the kid repeated himself. Ayu blinked spastically, his breathing still frigid. “What are you doing with that?”

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Ten Dollars | Next>>>

#writing #my writing #writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr #black sun tale #bst #chapter 2 #starvation warning #swearing warning #emotional abuse #minor on the last part though #bst ayu #bst annette #bst akeldama

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martianmanhuntter · 5 years

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Hello!! =) 8,11,14,21,22,24,25,29,36 please!!(*3*)

Ahh yeeesss thank you babe! 💖💖💖💖

8. Your favourite graphic and or gif created by yourself

I answered already but I’ll put it here as well. I picked this Jason edit and this Wonder Woman one and any of my 3d gifs.

11. What graphics / gif trends do you like most?

Ohh idk if you’d count this as a trend, but I when graphics show like 3d font effects. They look so cool. For gifs, I like the trends where it follows a color pallet.

14. Colour(s) you like.

Depends on the type of edit tbh. I love using pastel or light colors for my simple comic edits. For the ones with more textures and stuff I really love using the color red. It just fits with everything

21. How much time do you spend on a single graphic / gif?

It depends. Cause if I have an idea on how I want a graphic to look.... maybe an hour. But for the most part, it takes me forever to look for the photos to use, edit and color them. Find the ones that fit the theme.... I go through like 20 edited pics before narrowing it down to 7. I break them down with in an hour or 2 a day between a few days cause of work.

22. What is your biggest improvement since you started making graphics and or gifs?

Coloring, textures, fonts, and sharpening! I feel like for graphics, I really improved and learned a lot in order to get things to look the way I want. I was so afraid to add fonts or textures because I never really knew what to do with them and now I know how to and also how to make colors match for the most part

24. What is something that you’re wanting to learn right now?

How to make font more 3d. I’ve been looking at videos and stuff but it’s so much for me to pay attention to lol

25. What would you like to see others learn how to do?

Hmm to use polygon lasso tool rather than the magic wand... the lasso tool makes everything look so clean.

29. Advice for any advanced/expert graphic / gif makers?

Lol I dont think I can give advise because I do basic level still. Experts... if you’re out there and see this, please give me advise.

36. Graphic makers, how do you get started on a graphic? (How do you get an idea!)

I get inspiration from random things. Sometimes I see an illustration, a cool comic panel, or I see a cool edit for a character I love and then I do ape shit.

Like if it is for a character I know well enough (like jason or poison ivy) I know artists that I want to put in the graphic. I find my 50 pics and 12 quotes and decide my color scheme and narrow down with the pics I have and hopefully it turns out good lol.

ask a graphic/gif maker

#thank you!#youre amazing #this was really fun!#kawaiinohime #answered ask

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How about Leo for that character thing?

ffffuck yes i have to put this one in a readmore bc i got carried away listing like 800 leo quotes

How I feel about this characterhes one of my favorite royal sibs!!!!! probs tied with elise and takumi? or possibly my most fave?????? i was sad the whole time birthright bc i missed him and elise the whole time,,,, now that im playing conquest im sad bc i miss takumi lol. i love my tomato brother ;w; but he (and xander) is like the funniest fuckin character, oh my god. i love him so much. he makes me cry with laughter half the time he opens his mouth. hes this snarky little snob and he can’t dress himself for shit bc his clothes are always inside out or backwards (me too actually. every time i realize my shirt’s on wrong im instantly like Wow Leo Vibes). i love how in birthiright near the end theres this important emotional scene and hes gotten rid of iago and corrins like “hhhhey leo,,,? ur shirts inside out” and he just goes “DAMN IT.” his shop voice lines sound like a really sarcastic customer service voice. “Welcome. Goodbye~!”. so do xander’s??? i fucking die every time one of them is manning a shop oh my god i love themhis alts in feh make me s c r e a m hes so damn funny and dramatic.summer leo:“[grumbly voice] TANLINES… what, torture.”“If you are disappointed by these results then give me clothes”“Hot… beaches?hHHRRNNNNNN[aHEM], hate them.”“Tropical islands? Forget it! And this swimsuit? [snobby laughing tone] DONT even get me STARTED!”“Hey, if you like tropical islands, that’s fine. Maybe it’s not as bad as[randomly starts laughing???] I say.” like is he trying to be chill about it but just cant hold it together because the very idea of a tropical idea is so absurd to him ?? hes so fuckign weird i love himGOD my ultimate favorite leo quote ever of all time tho is: “I actually like walking a beach at night. But… swim? In the ocean? [laughter, maybe nervous laughter i cant fucking tell] With my body?!?!???” WITH MY BODY?? i love him what the helland then he does that thing in the lvl40 five star convo where hes like “id be as red as a tomato if i got a sunburn???? fuck, how could i hate the sun if thats the case??? maybe ill go right now-” god hes so weird. i love that line regular leo does thats like “you’d never guess what vegetable really catches MY fancy! ………tomatoes…….”and then picnic leo omg. i probably screamed when i saw he was a free unit this spring i was SO HAPPY [as much as i love summer leo i dont actually have him and i cry that his banner hasnt returned this summer yet ;c]he grumbles when u poke him. he goes MMMMMM when you pick him up to take his turn. he complains about the sun, AGAIN.“i’m not used to this much sunlight! it’s…. nnggggg,,, blINDing..”“[offended voice] why are you being so SNEAKY? THIS is a PICNIC!” HhhhhhHHHHHH god lmao“[very proud voice] How does it taste? It must delicious, given I made it mySELF!” “What about this? I had my retainers prepare it for us.“ ik a lot of people say this contradicts his first line and one of them is a fucking lie, but i like to think this just means he made lunch with odin and niles and they did different parts and it’s soooooooooooooooooo cute to think about him cooking with his boys ;w; also he sounds so proud here too. hes so proud of his retainers and hes like “heh, mine are the best, they made this great food arent they wonderful i love them so much”“You want…to try some of my cooking? [gasp sigh huffy noise??] If you insist…” hes so excited someone wants to eat his cooking but he cant let anyone Know he has emotions lollies down… maybe leo really is my top fave LOL i just love his lines so much. i want to high five his voice actor for the delivery on these lines. that’s not even going into some of his supports in warriors that ive watcheed on youtube [plz everyone needs to see the one with frederick and leo. it always has me in tears. theyre SO FUNNY together ldjsfgbgf]chapter leo of birthright is probs one of my favorite chapters in fates. it was HARD AND ANNOYING but the dialogue made me weepy

All the people I ship romantically with this characterodin and niles are fave….. they make a cute ot3!! i love how much he appreciates and cares for them and theyre all so good for each other… mr uptight leo and his chaos incarnate retainers to bring out his very secret dorky side… my BOYS!!! i could go on and on about them for many paragraphs but this is already way too long lmfao oopsi also like leo and takumi of course lol. i havent played revelations yet but ive seen bits of their supports and also i just love the bickering enemies to lovers trope lol. this is my favorite panel from the 4koma comics

My non-romantic OTP for this characteri love the familial bonds between all the nohrian siblings but so far leo and elise is my fave sibling duo,,, but im biased bc so far ive only gotten theirs and camilla/xander’s lol. but even in hoshido i like the younger sibs plus older sibs duos. the idea of closeness in age forming a special bond is cute to me. i also like corrin and leo as having a close sib bond since they seem close in age! i know theres [remembers graveyard chapter of birthright again and starts sobbing] some underlying angst of him envying all the doting on corrin his siblings do and he feels ALONE AND I CRY, but he also was very fond of corrin, and i remember the end of birthright where camilla totally calls him out saying how he was saying how nice it was to get to see corrin again ;w; i’d like to think they were close!and of course i like leo and camilla’s relationship…. thinks about end of birthright and sobs… at least they have each other ;o;i need to get more leo supports actually… i want to see every support convo but theres only so much time CRIES

My unpopular opinion about this characterIDK if this counts bc i feel like it’s half and half but i am not a fan of shipping corrin specifically with him or any of the other nohrian/hoshidan royals. like i totes get wanting to marry him as a character, buuuuuuut like i personally was not about to do that when our protagonist was his adopted sibling??????????? no thank you?!?!?!?!????? my friends and i read through the s-support convos for all of them on the wiki once and just…died the whole time bc theyre SO AWKWARD AND WEIRD “i was hiding my FORBIDDEN FEELINGS for you, PERSON I THOUGHT WAS MY SIBLING, my WHOLE LIFE, but now that ur NOT MY BLOOD RELATED FAMILY we can GET MARRIED, even tho weve still been calling you sister/brother casually this whole game” i CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IT’S WEIRDDDDDDDand like i dont think thats really an unpopular opinion but i see enough corrin/royals art to think it’s unpopular enough i guesstho i imagine there are some people that chose to marry the royal sibs and also think it’s weird but they just love the character and sat there like “ew stop dont talk about that” loltho some people are like “it’s not technically inc/est-” like,,,, it kinda still is tho HHHH GROSSANYWAY

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.I mean with all video games i wish bein gay was more legal. i want to s-support all the royals to their counterparts. let leo hold takumi’s hand, which would probs turn into a competition of who can squeeze the hardest until they break each other’s bones bc theyre stupid, but plz. i want this. let hoshido and nohr form ultimate peace bc all their royal fams married.also i dont know the full situation with forrest bc i havent unlocked him but from what ive heard i wish leo was nicer about CERTAIN THINGS in their…. i guess recruitment chapter ? supports? i hear in some of japan’s dlc or a drama cd or something he comes around and is more accepting but still, if that’s not the case in US game i wish it WAS!!!ALSO i wish the sibs could have support convos with each others kids. like even if it was just the main royals kids getting to talk to their aunts and uncles i think that’d be CUTE !!!!!WAIT ALSO on the wiki, leo, niles, and odin all have unused quotes from the endgame. it seems like theyre in the part of the game where you got knocked the fuck out and hung out in the afterlife for a bit with ur dead friends and family and then everyone in the real world is shouting at u to get up off ur ass and come finish the fight. im wondering if that means leo and his retainers were originally supposed to join you in your final battle, even tho you were siding with hoshido? i wouldve loved that and cried twice as hard.....

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#HELP this was the first thing i did this morning #awoken by my insane amount of love for leo #unapologeticbisexual #asks

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sorry 4 a lot lol but spy/heavy/sniper/soldier

im just gonna answer all of them here bc bruce repeated the same characters other people sent me but ty everyone who sent one ily

also read more bc i fucking cant shut up

spy

favorite thing about them

ghfkldjshkj i have a soft spot for trying dads :pensive: also he’s so fucking funny and i love how he talks ?? he’s such a fucking asshole but also he’s like sweet when he needs to be [like to Miss Pauling in the comics and when Scout was dying. also just the whole thing he says to Scout when he thinks hes dying makes me so fucking emo i fucking love one dad]

least favorite thing about them

ok real i like never get angrier playing in game than when im constantly being backstabbed by spies / my shit it getting sapped [but playing engie makes me so aggressive to begin w gfdghlksdhg] . about his actual character though ? uh . IDK REALLY LKJGHLKSJG

favorite line

god he’s so fucking funny sometimes but really the whole speech he gives to scout in the comics when scout’s dying . also whatever he tells that baby in the smissmas comic is good . thats a dad !

brOTP

i was gonna try to pick out my fave buddies for him but i was really just listing all of the rest of the mercs glkhfdsjk but if i must limit myself Miss Pauling and Scout [his lesbian daughter and gay son]

OTP

SNIPERSPY ! close second is . literally like everyone else except pyro [and obvs anything deplorable]

nOTP

ok ignoring anything deplorable [including Pyro] . uhhh nothing rly . Spy ships are good

random headcanon

his first name is Léon ! and he’s in stealth abt being trans except to Sniper [obvs], Scout, Medic [Medic knows bc hes . the medic], and Heavy . also he learns tht he actually likes doing “dad” stuff with Scout [and Miss Pauling] through doing stupid shit with both of them . he also enjoys singing [and gets drunk during the holidays to sing holiday songs + play the piano] . also he’s half Japanese + wears colored contacts [bc i’ll die the day i give any of the mercs natural blue eyes]

unpopular opinion

UH idk many opinions about Spy bc i try to avoid most fandom spaces [despite running a discord server kjglhl] but i think . most of the time he’s overhyped [along with the other skinny white characters frm tf2] and theres a lot more interesting characters

song i associate with them

fuck idk man Love by Of Monsters and Men or Killer Queen by Queen

favorite picture of them

im not looking for anything new ths is just what i have saved .

heavy

favorite thing about them

sweet giant russian man . also a bear [thank god] . also i love his family ?? and he’s just a cool dude ?? what’s not to love GOD I LOVE HEAVY

least favorite thing about them

not enough fan content for him :[

favorite line

he doesnt talk much but tht one line where he’s like “in russia, if hand is sick, you cut of hand, etc” tht ones so funny lkfdshlkjh i love heavy

brOTP

again literally everyone all the mercs are best friends =__=

OTP

BABEY YOU ALREADY KNOW ITS HEAVYMEDIC

nOTP

again nothing weird [Scout or Pyro and obviously Miss Pauling]

random headcanon

autistic legend . he’s really bad at reading the room / people’s feelings and he feels bad about it sometimes . really bad at displaying emotions too . also in stealth about being trans [only out to Medic and Spy] . he smokes with Spy when he’s stressed and doesn’t drink that often . also one of the neater mercs [he was the oldest sibling !!] and had one of the cleanest rooms on base .

unpopular opinion

heavy is NOT just Medic’s bear boyfriend PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD give him more solo content @ the fandom . also he’s trans and theres like no art of it even tho he’s like . trans man legend.

song i associate with them

lemon boy - cavetown . shrug .

favorite picture of them

idk HOW i dont have ANY pics saved of Heavy besides pride icons but here you go

sniper

favorite thing about them

stinky australian man . he has such creepy voice lines lgkjlkj . what is not to love ? also sexy .

least favorite thing about them

stinky . and creepy voice lines gkldhlkjds NO i love sniper sm again what is there not to love

favorite line

god his voice lines are so fucking good . all of them .

brOTP

SNIPER SCOUT BABY ! but really him w the rest of the mercs is good

OTP

SNIPERSPY . but again everyone else is good too . DemoSniper ?? very good .

nOTP

SPEEDINGBULLET . ITS SO FUCKING POPULAR TOO I WANNA DIE

random headcanon

he likes walking around a lot !! cant sit still very well . always smells like the outdoors [though not always in the best way .] can sleep almost anywhere . also not really good at picking up social cues but can wing it . cant socialize for very long periods of time without getting tired . really affectionate to people who know him . can catch any animal with his bare hands . sunglasses make it harder to see [esp in the base] but he wont admit it . really self reliant . has a lot of weird talents he just picked up while he was growing up . also he’s maori bc fuck canon .

unpopular opinion

THAT MAN IS NOT 30 YEARS OLD AND ALSO SPEEDINGBULLET IS SHIT . also like i said abt spy overhyped bc he’s white twink .

song i associate with them

UH vagabonds - misterwives or the wanderer - dion dimucci or rose colored boy - paramore

favorite picture of them

idk if i have it saved but theres that one sexy panel frm the comic

i just have ths edit but u get it . sexy .

soldier

favorite thing about them

STUPID RACCOON MAN !!!! he’s so fucking funny and i love him so much he’s so sweet .

least favorite thing about them

UH not popular enough and some of his voice lines are dumb

favorite line

literally everything Soldier says is comedy gold esp the comics w Merasmus

brOTP

again literally anyone

OTP

DEMOSOLDIER !! and also his 2nd boyfriend is Merasmus . soldier has two hands

nOTP

soldier/engie makes me wanna die

random headcanon

he’s really as dumb as rocks but has a heart of gold . he’s smart in where it counts [THE HEART] . he likes helping people even if he fucks up . he collects different things but eventually gets bored of it and moves onto something else . kinda shy about his appearance ?? hence the helmet . one of the more outspoken mercs, he’s not afraid to speak up if someone needs him to . doesnt understand any of Medic/Engie/Demo’s inventions/work but he admires them for it anyway . a beacon of joy for the base . they all love soldier even if he gets violent accidentally

unpopular opinion

HELMETPARTY IS NOT GOOD . idk much else about what the fanbase thinks of him

song i associate with them

god im running out of songs frm character playlists i made months ago tht arent tf2 related at all but We All Die Young - The Decemberists or Buzzcut Season - Lorde

favorite picture of them

HE HAS SUCH A GOOD SMILE

pyro - bruce sent me another ask w pyro on it but im lazy so im doing it here

favorite thing about them

LITTLE ARSON BABY !!!! I LOVE PYRO SO MUCH

least favorite thing about them

??????????? idk people hate pyro a lot for gameplay reasons but i could never be angry :]

favorite line

all of pyro’s lines are good esp the ones where it has multiple interpretations

brOTP

ENGIE !! THATS HIS DAD !! also Scout . and really the rest of the mercs

OTP

none .

nOTP

really anything except ig Scout . engiepyro ? exceptionally bad imo

random headcanon

the youngest of the mercs !! self conscious about his appearance . looks up to Spy bc MASK BUDDIES . gnc nb trans man [he/they pronouns] . sees engie as a dad figure and uses the muffledness of his speech to call him “dad” sometimes >:] !! really affectionate . doesnt have many talents besides setting things on fire but willing to learn any . hates talking about his past . has the worst sleep schedule out of the mercs [medic being a close 2nd] . speaking of medic, medic is the only one who knows what he looks like [secret buddies !!] . also calls spy “dad” sometimes .

unpopular opinion

im so fucking sorry i dont know how to play pyro besides wm1 but also i really dont give a shit if other people do it . let people play however they want .

song i associate with them

little pistol - mother mother / machine - misterwives / lost boy - ruth b

favorite picture of them

#im doing this whilst i wait for minecraft to update #c.txt #ask #long #tripleprey

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(4)so lovely to see. just - thank you for sharing your art with the fandom, YOU'RE AMAZING AND I'M GONNA WATCH THAT LYRIC COMIC LIKE A MILLION MORE TIMES YUP I SURE AM AND I'M GONNA DIE EACH TIME OVER NEW LITTLE DETAILS AND IT'S GONNA BE GREAT OKAY SORRY FOR FLOODING YOUR ASKS XOXO SALT

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kosmicdream · 6 years

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Hi I’m Kosmic. I draw webcomics and my webcomics are really long sprawling huge cast ones that will go on for years and they’re non linear and all this stuff that makes ppls heads spin when they try to explain wtf they’re about. I ask myself this question a lot: How the fuck do I maintain this motivation for continuing projects that are honestly, probably bigger than i can possibly feasibly create??? How do i avoid swallowed up by anxiety of my own creations???? is that energy going to run out at any time? should i be worried?? Well! For some reason I... don’t? like i get winded sometimes but in the end, I actually quite like what i do and I don’t care that it takes literally years to make my stories. but when I step back and look at it objectively it does make me scratch my head and wonder how i came to be in this situation. So, sometimes i try and write a few things that help me with understanding my own process, for whatever reason. Or at least I’ll TRY to articulate some of the things i seem to tell myself again and again that help me feel very comfortable with my writing/creating process. So if you want an insight into tips that i give myself.. this is that!

TIP #1 - Everything you Plan will take longer than you planned, but you can make it easier by unexpectedly including information you might have otherwise withheld.

Secrets are cool in your stories. I have so many of them, but I also understand that they’re much more fun to share than to always keep locked up and out of knowledge. I often overshare to the point where ‘info dumping’ happens which is often considered an unattractive quality in comics. But IDM it so much because my comics just need to be drawn and you can’t glorify and hold every flaw over your shoulders when in the end its not going to be that big of a deal. I think its better to give out more information than finding reasons to bend around a story to avoid revealing things. I feel it might even be more obvious if you attempt to do that.

Also, I feel that everything planned in a story can happen quite quickly, and feel much shorter than actually drawing it. Even with the experience ive gained, i still am surprised just by how much i must throw out to make my long scenes shorter and snappier. even then, they are still really long scenes. I don’t mind doing this, I like to make my stories this way- but ive also designed my comic to serve this pace by making my pages less intensive physically to make. I’m not going to go in depth about this as ive already discussed this many times before, but I do think its important to understand that generally, a commitment to a comic is going to be bigger and longer than it appears in your mind or even on paper as a script or thumbnails.

(my comic eggshells, for example, was originally going to be 340ish pages long. but back then, my pacing was much different-- and my pages were generally twice as wide with around 15 panels per page..sometimes more. but i would over-render and make them hard to read, and now i draw very few panels per page and my comics are much ‘longer’ in page count.)

TIP #2

-Accept that your ideas are bigger than what you can draw and enjoy the private context and history of your work without feeling like its less accomplished for not being all out there. Validate yourself but also understand that your readers are not going to understand the depth from your perspective and they will be engaging with the view they’ve been exposed to.

This is kind of a complicated one but I think that its both humbling to accept your work as this multi layered experiences of contradicting perspectives.. theres the planning and your engagement with the goals, the work of translating your creation to others and the vulnerable exposure of these ideas to the audience. As the creator, you get to see things in a very unique way that no one else can but... the one feeling you will never get to see is the audience who has no idea what will happen next. You can anticipate it, but in the end its so vast and unpredictable that it will be impossible to judge what they ALL will FEEL and sometimes? their perceptions can alter your own enjoyment of your work. I guarantee it will change it in SOME way.. that’s part of the sacrifice.

TIP #3

-Allowing change, flexibility and growth into your series- and letting go of control over all facets of it.

As time goes on things just change. Its hard to accommodate or prepare for that kind of investment in your work when you feel like you havent even gotten through the starting gates of your story. Comics are particularly difficult for that because once you draw a thing, it takes time to edit and you cant really undo and go back. Each panel informs and builds on the next. You have to use what’s there and figure out how it can be a structure for the future.

Accepting the past that has helped create the situation and platform of your comic in the present, which will lead into the future. Personally, i’m not a fan of retconing* certain decisions that have been already made into the canon-- however, i think if a new conclusion or idea is discovered in the process of writing and it works to include because it creates a new and alive energy in the work that will help push it to the next stage.. i think that’s very helpful and useful for sustaining the growth and motivation in a story. Making choices like this can be tricky, however, but even small ones can give a lot of natural growth and flexibility in the comic. The problem can often come with letting go of that unseen, unrealized version we had intended. I know for myself, i can get very nostalgically attached to old ideas but-- if i think of something better that works or makes more sense, I’m always thankful to let go and let my stories grow into a better thing. I try to remember where it came from, however. Because that helps inform me where to go.

(*generally my definition for this is altering events of the past, certain core plans of the comic, character motivations, or facts that are connected to the worldbuilding. im kind of a hoarder so once its in the story aka on a specific page-- its not going anywhere. until then things can be up in the air. for example, the characters knife and spoon were not originally intended to be mutually in love and it was more of a one sided idol worship, but as i fleshed their characters out i realized that it was mutual and it changed and altered the story because of that. now it cannot/will not be “undone” for whatever reason bc this is.. an established fact in the story. but at one point, it was not! i hope that makes sense.)

SO TO SUMMARIZE... plans will always be “”bigger”” in the ever expansive space of your mind so also dont be afraid to get to the point sometimes even if it feels a little, like. less exciting than you thought? accept your story is going to be different for YOU vrs your audience and make peace with that disconnect even tho its disorienting + upsetting sometimes & accommodate the ~natural personal and artistic growth~ you will experience and let go of things that might be holding you or your work back from improving with you. but also dont try to cut out too much of the past because.. it is what helped you get to where you are right now? focus on the present & allow growth for the future, dont try to alter the past and pretend it didnt happen. bc that will be confusing as fuck for everyone involved and also probably hurt the story more than help it. esp if its a long one. ur building a tower dont pull out too many foundational blocks and try to make it too much of something else unless its growing there on its own.. u kno?

When I try to write these tips these are just things I find myself doing in a cycle as i create that seem to keep re igniting my passion for my story again and again. It makes me curious because it also is a very instinctual thing so I thought I might try and write it out!!!!!!!!!! ENJOY.

ALSO some bonus thoughts!!!!!!!!!! I will say that I’ve never completed a long format comic series, so take it w/ a grain of salt imo. HOWEVER...I probably will, eventually. Even if I don’t, I do enjoy writing really big ones and I feel very happy with the work i do on them! and still feel no inclination to move onto other things. Or even when I work on other things, I don’t have a feeling of dropping a story entirely. (for example, i still intend to work on my older series eggshells and don’t really feel a desire to ‘quit’ that story even when i have matured as an author/artist since starting it.)

When I read really long comic series I wonder a lot of internal decisions that happen out of sight, since the timeline of a comic that you read is so much different than the timeline it takes actually creating the thing. its so easy to write/plan/form ideas for lifetimes of work that will never be realized, so what is it that we actually get in the pages? What aspects of this author are we actually seeing? how much have they grown since beginning and what about the story we will never know? I know I’ll never know, because, I am only the reader! And as the creator, I will never know what the feeling of my work as the reader. or the cool and interesting things they predict will happen based on their perseptions, which are so different from mine. Yet!! we are all engaged in the same story unfolding, never fully discovering what its like on the other side but only getting little glimpses and thats fascinating how a story is almost this vast illusion of experiences maintained by so many different minds.

Long format comics captivate me because they are just, really time consuming to make and the pacing of them are so different and less consumable than other stories. They like become.. this place you live in! Why are they my favorite to enjoy even when its natural that, when a story becomes longer, its going to end up attracting more & more issues? Why do i Not care about resolutions to long stories sometimes bc my expectations for them are different?? (also lets face it, experience writing long stories is going to be different than writing short ones because it takes time to write longer things & we are not going to have as much experienc having more than one completed super long multi-act-multi-characterplot story vrs a bunch of smaller ones. it doesnt mean its EASIER to write shorter ones, if anything id argue its probably much harder to write good short things + isolate a story down to that focused vision than making tons of long ones that avoid endings) but..yet!! here i am...

why am i constantly drawn to trying to understand long format stories when I probably could improve faster by writing shorter things??! i dont really know! but i follow my heart and my heart likes to do things this way......

anyway, this entire post is mostly inspired by the fact that many of my favorite stories started before i was even born or have been going on for decades and i wonder if we’ll ever read the endings to many of them.... would it.. matter? they’ve already inspired me so much even without a resolution because i can imagine my own endings to things.. but in the end that is not what happened in the actual story. it was only in my mind.. and yet it never happened, and was an illusion unknown to anyone but myself.....and sometimes my favorite stories are my favorites because of the things i imagined them to be, rather than what they actually were or how they actually turned out.. i dont know how this happens..... but i wonder about what this means with my OWN comics, and how my perceptions of what they could be vrs what they are is like, this weird illusion that also exists only in my mind and no one else can see it. yet we are both looking at the same thing. and i want to know what others see and i never will get to??? ....stories are......... so fucking spooky!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!! ok thats all. thx for reading

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Property of Dean Winchester

SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

Tagging: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @demondean-for-kingofhell @winchesterprincessbride @jotink78 @iamdeanfknwinchester @skybinx-blog @16wiishes @s4m-w1nch3st3r5287 @chaoticevilanddowntofuck @pizzarollpatrol @14readwritedraw96 @anokhi07 @mrswhozeewhatsis

tagsheet: @theficlibrarium @manawhaat @growleytria @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @fandommaniacx @meganwinchester1999 @samanddeanwinchester67 @strange-inhumanity-blog @fangirling-instead-of-working @aprofoundbondwithdean @eyes-of-a-disney-princess @faith-in-dean @for-the-love-of-dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @curliesallovertheplace @thebunkerismyhome @feelmyroarrrr

@beachy2014 @fandom-book-nerd @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @sunriserose1023 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @lucifer-in-leather @i-dont-know-how-to-write @everyday-supernatural-af @notnaturalanahi @howmanytuesdaysdidyouhave @supernatural-jackles @babypieandwhiskey @jpadjackles @pinknerdpanda “C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

Some fans actually got the nerve to come over and talk to them both, asking for photos and autographs. You and Cliff helped them out, thankful that the brick wall was behind them so that they didn't topple over with the fangirls. After you had taken the last pictures, you collected a phone from Cliff and asked him to get a cab, while you kept the boys corralled. The fans thanked you and the boys and walked off. You blew out an exhausted sigh, you were only slightly buzzed at this point taking care of these two was hard work.

You glared at them when you noticed they were whispering with each other and pointing your way. They had better not be planning an escape or a prank on you or you would kill them.

“Hey! What are you two whispering about?”

Jared looked at Jensen, biting his bottom lip to avoid laughing he nodded, “We,” he gestured wildly between him and Jensen, “We were discussing terms for our surrender.”

You raised an eyebrow at both of them, “Terms for surrender, huh? This ought to be good. Lay ‘em on me fellas.”

Jensen nodded stoically at Jared, then at you he smirked, you groaned and braced yourself for whatever was coming.

Jared stumbled forward, “We agree to surrender if you say the magic word.”

You rolled your eyes, “Really just one condition? Fine, I'm guessing the magic word is “please?”

Jensen snickered, pursed his lips and started shaking his head. Jared just outright laughed so hard, he almost lost his balance.

“Jay so help me, if you don’t tell me what the hell you two are talking about, I will kill you where you stand,” you growled.

“I can’t, but I will give you a hint,” he smirked, “It is the word of the day, a most special word, a magic-” he broke off laughing.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you thought, when suddenly it hit you, “Seriously? Are you two fourteen?”

They were holding each other up, laughing their asses off at your expression. Your phone buzzed with a text, thankfully it was Cliff letting you know that the cab was pulling up.

You stared at Jensen and Jared, “You’re really going to make me say it aren't you?” At their excited nods, you chuckled, “Remember you guys are in your thirties. If you two don’t get your asses into that cab, I'm going to put my foot so far up your,” you paused, rolling your eyes, “bungholes, that you will taste leather.”

Both of them cheered loudly and started walking towards the cab, talking like Beavis and Butthead the whole way.

On the way back to the hotel, you had Cliff get ahold of security so that they could run interference for you to get the boys up to their rooms. With the late hour, you hoped that the paparazzi wouldn’t be hanging around to snap pics of the guys. It was hard enough being best friends with one of television’s hottest actors, but to be female to boot always had them salivating that this time they would catch you and Jensen in a compromising position.

Thankfully, the four of you made it through the lobby without issue. The first stop was Jared’s room, you propped Jensen against the wall and helped Cliff lay him down. You staggered back towards Jensen and muttered,”I swear that man is like a drunk octopus. Let’s go Jay, one drunk octopus down, one to go.”

Jensen giggled, honest to god giggled, “I'm no octopus, Y/N,” he paused and looked up and down the hallway,”shhhh,” you looked at him confused, “I has a secret. I'm Batman.”

You laughed at his serious expression, “More like Goofy, you big jerk.”

Cliff was shaking his head, you paused as his room was in between Jensen and Jared’s. “Cliff you go on ahead to bed, I've put this one to bed drunk so many times it’s second nature.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll have coffee for everybody in the morning,” he said with a tired smile.

“Okay, just a couple more steps Jay, then you can lay down and sleep,” you said softly. At this point he was walking behind you with one arm wrapped around your neck and holding on to a shoulder.

“Nope!” He said loudly, stopping suddenly almost clotheslining you.

“Dammit Jay! You promised to go to bed, if I said that word and I did and you’re going,” you spat.

“My mom would kick my ass, if I didn't walk you to your room,” he replied.

You growled at him, “My room is right next to yours, idiot!”

“I am a gentleman, I will walk you to your room and make sure there aren’t any monsters there,” he looked at you with a sweet expression.

Rolling your eyes, “What are you going to do breathe on them if there’s trouble? You smell like a brewery Jay!”

He spun you around to face him, putting his hands on your shoulders, he blew an exasperated sigh out that ended in a hiccup, “No, silly, I'm Dean fucking Winchester. It’s my job to keep hot girls safe.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, “Okay Casanova, let’s get this over with.” You couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Did he think you were hot?

Shaking your head, you got the door opened and laughed as Jensen walked around the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. You sat down on the couch and slipped your heels off, thanking the gods that you could go to bed soon.

Sitting quietly for a few minutes, you cleared your thoughts, not wanting to think to much about what Jay had said outside your room. ‘What the hell is taking him so long?’ You thought.

“Jay?” You called out, not getting a reply you got up and walked towards the bedroom door. Pushing the door open, you sighed heavily, Fuck me! There lying sideways on the bed was your best friend, face down, passed out and snoring.

Fuck it, you thought. I'm not moving him and it's my bed, without another thought, you pulled your jeans off and fell face down as well and were asleep in moments.

Jensen groaned softly, his hand going up to his head. Shit, last night was a blur, he knew he should have laid off all those shots. He opened one eye and froze. He felt a puff of warm air on the back of his neck. What the hell had he done? He turned his quickly and was relieved to see your face, then he panicked.

He scrambled up off the bed fast, feeling relief that he still had his pants on, then shock registered on his face. He looked down at you, noticing that you were in a T-shirt and underwear. Underwear that had his full attention. When he had bought that gift as a gag for your birthday, he never thought to ever see you in them.

There against the black boy shorts, with red lettering across your rounded ass were the words that had him inhale sharply.

“Property of Dean Winchester.”

His first thought was laughing, he grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture, thinking that he was never going to let you live this one down. The next thought to cross his mind was how turned on he was by those four words. Sure, he had thought of you in a less than friendly way from time to time, but he never once thought about acting on it. Now he was having second thoughts. Slowly he reached a hand out towards your ass, when someone was pounding on the door!

“Dammit!” He muttered, drawing his hand back, he stomped across the room and headed towards the small living room. He flung the door open and growled at Jared, “What?!”

“Dude, we’re going to be late! We’ve got 30 minutes till our panel,” Jared replied.

“Alright, alright let me wake Y/N, then I’ll go change,” Jensen said.

“Did you and Y/N hook up?” Jared grinned.

“NO! Go away!” Said Jensen. He closed the door and started walking slowly towards the bedroom, “Y/N! Sweetheart, come on, we need to get ready.”

You jumped up startled at the male voice in your suite, “Shit, Jay give a girl a heart attack!”

He smirked at you, “I'm going to go change, be right back.”

You nodded and looked down at yourself, oh holy shit, you were in your underwear! Underwear that he was never supposed to see you in. You blushed madly, grabbed your phone and headed in to brush your teeth. After you felt more human with minty fresh breath you jumped in the shower.

As you were towel drying, your phone started going buzzing with text messages. Most of them were from Gen, one from Jay and Jared, you ignored those two and read the first text from her.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, then your brain started misfiring and freaking out as you scrolled to the app in question, and your heart stopped.

There was pounding coming from the door to the suite, as you threw the door open you looked at your best friend's pale face and wanted to die.

You took a deep breath, “Jay why the hell is there a picture of my ass on your Instagram?!”

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