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Hello Jude, i love wwc and i am planning on checking your other games as well! I have a question: Do you have any faceclaims for wwc characters / did you imagine them looking like some certain celebrities or other real people while deciding on their physical attributes? It is true us players can imagine them as we want but i wonder about your own thoughts!

totally forgot if i ever did fc for them... anyway i did it now

Imre

although needs darker skin and like more defined curls

Nia

this but darker skin

Lorcan

thinner lips

overall an accuracy of 99.1% i would say

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that imre short has me... 😅 like damn. i thought i could match his freak but this man is scary. i like being scared tho soooo

would he be down to like... adjust the scene a little, I guess you could say?

Specifically would he indulge the MC if they wanted to be touching him/held by him during something like that? Even just having their head in his lap. Or would it ruin the whole "cucking" vibe?

i didn't think it would be this nsfw story out of the others that would get the most reactions hahah

I guess i'm getting better at my smut writing (thank god)

He would be fine with touching. He would tweak their chest, rub them, whisper encouragement if Crowny asked

All in a day's cuck!

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I think that you giving Imre a cuckolding kink is revolutionary bc writers tend to make characters like him super possessive and jealous etc. (which I eat up as well lmao) hashtag let your yanderes be cucks!!! (Well he is not really a yandere but you get what i mean)

i did that instead with dante haha he's possessive and obsessive. It would only be allowed (with luce's consent) if he could fuck someone but luce wouldn't be allowed

Imre likes directing. Controlling. It's almost voyeuristic

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Imre being attracted to Crowny's evil supernatural side but still breaking up with them if they go godmode is of course the understandable and logical reaction BUT my brain can't stop turning everything into a meme:

Imre: carino... so you are CRAZY crazy fr 😰

Crowny, covered in blood and holding a pickaxe: BITCH I TOLD YOU

actually 🤓👆

no he won't break up with them for that. He wants them to become worse, he wants godmode. All he asks is that they don't attack him

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Do you have any voice claims for the wwc ros?

Imre: he sounds like howl from howl's moving castle (aka christian bale being sexy)

nia: lust from full metal alchemist

lorcan: Wilbur from meet the robinsons

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Sorry for sending two asks in a row, your inbox must be so chaotic but I have to ask: What would the ROs do if Sally was like "ok i am done with your antics, your ass is going back to the funnyhouse" to Crowny (not this phrasing of course, i feel like Percy would put it this way)

Imre: he’s not letting that happen, would go to war with Sally

Nia: would shelter them at her house

Lorcan: is running away with crowny

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older — nam-gyu, squid game.

during keys and knives, nam-gyu takes the opportunity to chase after his noona to show her just how much he missed her, using the magic word to get everything he wants. cws: nsfuu, yandere!nam-gyu, dubcon smut with plot, high nam-gyu (mention of drugs), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), auralism, begging knk, mentions of knives and murder. proceed with warning! a/n: one dirty little secret of mine is that i'm so in love with obsessive little freaks :-P yandere lovers rise!! !11!! 1!

your lungs and thighs burned as you sprinted down a corridor, your side hitting against yet another wall as you took a sharp turn, stumbling over your feet momentarily before bolting once more. "keep running!" you heard him shout from behind you, making the hairs of your arm stand in utter fear. the feeling of being preyed on pushed your adrenaline to exceed your physical limits.

you were on the unfortunate side of the game, a blue ball deciding and sealing your fate of inevitable death after many members of the red team refused your pleads and reasons to switch. not even half an hour later, you were now facing what you liked to think was your karma—being chased by none other than nam-gyu, a person who you foolishly considered to be your teammate just three days ago.

looking back, you saw him still in pursuit within a lengthy distance, his cackles of amusement making you curse under your breath in a high-pitched, disconcerted tone. you saw the very end of the corridor giving you the option to turn left or right, as if mocking you by giving you the choices with the unknown chances of one leading to another continuous corridor, or a dead end: life or death.

before you got to decide, a body rammed against yours half-way through the corridor through a green door that opened. you both crashed against the wall before falling to the ground on your back with a grunt. you cursed loudly, taken aback at the sudden break of momentum. you turned to see a red-vested body on top of yours, making your eyes widen and a shiver go down your spine. you pushed yourself up, attempting to kicking the man in the process.

"shit, shit!" you exclaimed. "get off, fuck!" you kicked at his knee, but his hand found its way to grip at your ankle, pulling you to lay flat on the ground underneath him.

player 296 stood and hovered over your figure, a sinister grin forming on his sweaty face. "finally." your widened eyes stared up at him, chest rising and falling too quickly. furrowing your eyebrows, you lifted your leg to kick him in between the legs with a grunt.

the man bent over in pain, his hands covering his crotch. you scrambled backwards, attempting to lift yourself up once more before making eye contact with him until he let out a shout and jabbed his knife towards your head, which you avoided by a few inches with a gasp.

you made a fist with your hand and immediately jabbed at his jaw, making him stumble to the side upon impact. he reached for your neck using his knife, which you blocked using your forearm, the contact of the knife against it making you scream.

"you fucking shit!" you then heard nam-gyu shout behind the man in front of you. he turned to look, giving you the opportunity to take another punch at the side of his face, making his body hit the other wall of the corridor.

player 296 was pulled from on top of you, nam-gyu's bloodied face scrunched up in anger as he stabbed his abdomen in one swift motion. "she's mine!" he shouted, pulling the knife out before plunging it deep once more.

you crawled backwards in fear, your injury scraping against the hard floor making you groan out in pain. as he twisted the knife in player 296, nam-gyu turned his head to you, his ears perking up at the sound. "noona, hi," he breathed out, letting go of the murdered man and making him go down with a harsh thud. he took a careful step forward, approaching you with fear of scaring you off, as he would with a cat.

nam-gyu dropped to one knee, the palm holding his sharp knife pressed down, a clanging sound echoed as it hit the ground while he creeped towards you. you moved backwards slowly, your eyes never leaving his blown-out pupils. the contact of the open wound on your forearms against the rough floor made your eyebrows knit as you whined loudly. nam-gyu gazed at your injury before stilling at your sweaty, bloodied face, a fevered expression on his face.

his face darkened, the grip on his knife tightening as he gulped at the noises you made. his heartbeat quickened, eyelashes batting at you. "please, noona—" he called, his free hand reaching for you.

you pushed yourself up from the ground and sprinted to the end of the corridor, taking a sharp left. "noona!" nam-gyu whined from behind you, his calls falling on deaf ears as you ran to make distance from him.

nam-gyu stared at your retreating figure, kneeling fully with an amused, frenzied look on his face. a grin found its way to settle on his lips as he panted from the rush that he felt from killing, running after you, and from hearing you moan in pain while you kept eye contact with him.

he took a sharp breath in, nerves shaking at the excitement he felt, and how great it was to hear you.

he thought back to when your group was complete—with you and se-mi teaming up to banter with thanos and gyeong-su, and him finding out that the deceased girl wasn't really older than them, but you were, as minsu said. nam-gyu grinned to himself, using his free hand to run through his hair as he recalled your conversation with him.

"are you really older than me?" he asked, taking a bite of the food given to the players for the evening.

you glanced at nam-gyu, his expression seemingly bored, before focusing on your food, "does it matter if i am? we're all going to die anyways." you said, making him look at you for a moment before laughing out loud.

"this is great!" said him, inching closer to where you sat. you raised an eyebrow at his suddenly excitement. "i like my women older. so sexy," he added, making you roll your eyes with a groan, muttering as if before moving seats to sit beside se-mi and minsu. nam-gyu stared at your back, grinning to himself. "you can't run from me, noona!"

he had stuck himself in between you and thanos in the following games, pulling you towards him during the mingle game in each round, and passing you a portion of his food with him being a picky eater as an excuse.

you found his attachment quite endearing, and found yourself looking at him in a certain way, too. he called you his pretty noona and bickered with se-mi whenever she mimicked his nickname for you, to which you roll your eyes at his fake and playful possession of you.

that was until the drugs and thanos' death took a major toll on his mental state, scaring you off. but he was always there for you, looking out, staring.

despite being high out of his mind, nam-gyu sat by your bed at the corner of the room before as the lights flickered, easing your verbal worries towards the nearing lights out, telling you to stay put and wait for him to come back and leaving your side with a hand to your thigh and a kiss to your forehead, to which you responded with a swift kiss to his lips.

your relationship with nam-gyu was blurred in between the lines of acquaintances, and friends, and enemies, and partners, and lustful touches. it confused you, considering the situation with the games, and you didn't want to stick around to wait for him to betray you for an increase of a couple million won to his name.

nam-gyu went back to your bunk without you there, and the next day saw you on the other end of the big room, furthest away from him.

nam-gyu looked down to the knife on his hand, gripping it tighter before throwing it up in the air and catching it with ease as it fell. he whooped as he stood, his voice echoing in the corridors while he rose to run after you yet again, a wicked grin wide on his face.

you had your back against the bloodied door, hiding inside an empty, dim-lit room to rest momentarily from the chase. you held your forearms, your blood staining against your thick, green uniform. a gasped left your lips as you felt another sharp pain from your wound, a curse leaving your parted mouth in pain.

you panted, wiping the sweat off your forehead using your shaking, bloodied hands. you took shallow breaths, groaning softly in utter exhaustion. you blinked away the forming tears, clenching your hands into fists to remain focused.

then, your body jolted at the sudden impact pushed on the door you were leaning on, making you squeal in surprise. "there you are," nam-gyu's voice was low from the other side of the door. your expression turned hectic, grounding your feet against the floor to angle yourself to keep the door from opening. a few loud knocks thudded against the wood, making it shake. "noona, can you open this for me, please?"

you took deep breaths, thinking of ways to run past him once more when he gets inside. you felt overwhelmed at the thought of nam-gyu using his strength to push his way past. his strength was undeniable, and it was horribly unfortunate for you.

nam-gyu hissed at your silence his hands running from his face to the locks of his bloodied hair. "noona!" he shouted, using the back of the knife to bang against the door. "noona, please, come on," he groaned at your lack of compliance. "noona, noona! open up!" he called over and over again.

"nam-gyu," you whined, body jolting at the impact of the thuds.

"noona!" he exclaimed, eyes widening as his palms pressed against the wood, excited to hear your voice. "there you are, i knew you were there." he said, trying to push the door open but frowning upon the feeling of weight against it. "hey, let me in, please?"

"n-nam-gyu, stay," you ordered, fear laced into your words.

nam-gyu's frown deepened, his head fuzzy from the drugs and honestly confused to why you're resisting. "stay?" he echoed, "what, here outside? noona, come on, just let me in already. i miss you," you heard him say.

"no, you need to stay outside, nam-gyu." you said, attempting to using his fucked-up state to your advantage.

despite not seeing him, nam-gyu shook his head as he pouted. "come on, let's play. i really, really missed you," he said, pushing his shoulder against the door to use force, successfully opening it a few inches wide before you slammed your body to close it.

he dragged out a whine before shouting. "fucking open this door already!" a bang came, then another, until its frequency got too much for your body weight and exhausted state alone to fend off. nam-gyu pushed using his shoulder, nearly opening the door halfway.

you turned and pushed your forearms against the rough material of the door, making you cry out in pain at the contact with your wound. nam-gyu's breath hitched, his pupils widening at the sound. "please, please—please! let me in, please, pl-please," he whined, "i need you, noona."

a tear fell from your eyes, whether from fear or the ache you felt in your chest at his voice, you didn't know. with one final bang, nam-gyu kicked the door open, making you stumble backwards and allowing the door to open just enough for his tall, slim figure to slip in. before you had the chance to compose yourself, you heard the door slam shut. you looked up in fear as nam-gyu now stood in front of you, his stance sluggish.

splashes of blood scattered around his entire body, the color crimson nearly covering his face in dots. the lack of words exchanged between the two of you as you maintained eye contact with him made the atmosphere feel heavy and clouded.

nam-gyu took a step closer, making you mirror his actions by taking a step back. he then took another, and another, all in silence until you felt the painted stone wall press against your back. your eyes never left his, both of you eyeing each other's panting figures, careful to make a move.

"noona." nam-gyu finally said, stray hair covering the corners of his eyes. he took a deep breath, as if sobering himself up. "why'd you leave me, noona?" he asked.

your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head slightly, eyes looking down at your blood-stained shoes. "i-i don't—"

"you left me!" he shouted, the hand holding his knife shaking at his words. "i came back for you, and you left me. why?"

your eyes glossed, the feeling of hopelessness heavy on your chest. "nam-gyu," you called out, hesitantly holding a hand out in front of you to keep a distance.

nam-gyu looked at your outreached hand and held it in his rough ones. "don't you like me, noona? didn't we have fun playing?" he asked, interlacing his fingers with yours. "i liked you."

tears streamed down your eyes, your voice getting caught up in your throat in a hic. nam-gyu reached his hand holding the knife, turning it safely to wipe your tears with his knuckles. "you're so pretty, noona." a sob left your lips as you turned your face away from him in fear. nam-gyu frowned, before a lazy smile found its way to his lips, "hey, play with me again, noona."

you looked up at him. "play?" you echoed in question. nam-gyu nodded his head eagerly, taking another step towards you.

"play," he repeated, using the tip of his knife to press against the waistband of your uniform. you shook your head in response. "c'mon, just once, please?" nam-gyu then held his knife by his side, a drop of blood falling against the brightly-colored floor of the room.

you looked back at him with widened eyes, a flush creeping up your face at his dark expression. you shook your head once more as he let go of your hand and took a few steps forward, finally closing the gap between the two of you. he hung his head low, eyes focused on how his free hand played with the strings of your pants, with the other holding the tip of the knife against the side of your arms.

"noona, i'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't believe it," he said, hand slithering down your stomach to make its way under your outer layer of clothing. "i'll make you say my name again with your eyes behind its sockets, noona, i know you like that," he added.

his eyes bore into yours as his bottom lip settled under his teeth with a grin on his face. your trembling hands found its way to hold the wrist holding his knife, your eyes looking up at him in desperation. "won't you hurt me, nam-gyu?" you asked.

nam-gyu shook his head frantically, eager to please you with his answer. "no, i'd never hurt my noona," he said. "remember how i ate your pussy out before? i'll do just that, noona, please let me," he groaned at the feeling of dampness as he pressed his middle finger against your underwear.

his mouth gaped, feeling his saliva slowly pool in his mouth. "please, please, noona, i'll make you feel so, so good, please," he begged, eyes big in desperation.

you looked up at him in uncertainty, opening your mouth to say no but found your cheeks squished up as he squeezed it with his hand, the knife pressed flat tightly against your cheek.

nam-gyu closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss your lips hungrily, sucking on your bottom lip as a way to convince you to agree. he turned his head, the edge of his knife cutting his skin slightly as he continued to kiss you deeper. you held his bright red vest in your hands as a way to ground yourself.

pulling away, nam-gyu suddenly felt the slight sting from the new cut on his cheek. he giggled, muttering a curse under his breath. he threw the knife behind him without looking, making it land at a distance with a high-pitched clang.

"noona, please," nam-gyu held your face again, making your eyes look into his as his finger found its way in between your clothed folds. "i'll make you feel so good, noona," he added.

you panted at the press of his fingers, your hands finding their way to hold on to his arms like how you did before. "i'll make you squirm and moan, and cum so much," he lowered himself to whisper into your ear, tongue licking against your lobe before nipping at it.

his fingers were now pressed against your bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly as they slithered down in between your pussy. "you're wet, noona." he stated, a grin visible on his face.

"please let me—you'll let me, right, noona? please?" he pleaded, eyes deep and lost into the colors of your eyes, awaiting for permission. you nodded, and nam-gyu's expression immediately lightened up. he leaned in again to kiss your lips with hunger and relief. "thank you, thank you," he repeated, lips trailing down your neck as his finger circled your clit in a slow pace. "thank you. you won't regret this, i promise, we'll have so much fun like before."

you squirmed and closed your eyes shut as nam-gyu roamed your body with his mouth, light pleasure blooming from the touches. he then inserted his fingers inside you, making you gasp in response. nam-gyu straightened his posture to meet your eyes with a smile before kissing you again. his hand rocked against your crotch in a rhythm, in contrast to the hunger he had while kissing you.

"nam-g-gyu," you moaned in between your kiss, making him pull away to look into your eyes again. his pupils were blown-out once more, his mouth swollen at the desperation of the kiss.

"oh, yes, noona," he said, halting the movements of his hand and pulling them out of your pants.

"nam-gyu," you whined at the loss of contact. nam-gyu groaned at your calls before giggling to himself, feeling the hardening of his cock at every breath you take.

his hands found their way around your clothes, stripping away your bloodied vest and hoodie, revealing a sweat-soaked, nearly-transparent white shirt that displayed your number in green letters that stuck to every curve of your body. licking his lips, nam-gyu fiddled with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you in a rushed manner, throwing it in the same direction of his knife from behind him.

"you're so pretty, noona," he whispers, mouth kissing sloppily at your breasts and making his way to your stomach, eyes nearly heart-shaped as they looked up at you.

nam-gyu knelt, your pants being lowered to your ankles by him as well. nam-gyu leaned to press his face against your clothed cunt, breathing in your arousal with a deep moan as his hands held firmly on your thighs. "oh, noona, i—" he cut himself off, taking a kitten lick at your underwear and kissing the skin of your lower stomach after. "noona, please, please," he pleaded.

your hands found their way to his hair, pushing them back from his face as he looked up at you with gleaming eyes and a small pout. "noona, let me, please? i need," he gulped, "i need to taste you. please let me. won't you let me, noona? please," he pleaded.

you tucked his hair behind his ears, every inch of your body burning at the sight before you. "do you think you deserve it, nam-su?" you teased.

nam-gyu stuttered over his words, rising and falling as he bounced lightly from his feet. "gyu, nam-gyu! yes, i do, i deserve it, noona, nam-gyu deserves it, i do," he answered immediately, a feverish expression all over his features. "please, please, fucking let me already," he whined in impatience, fingers hooking at the hem of your underwear and sliding it down without permission.

"just see, you'll feel really, really good on my tongue, noona," he said, as if it was a promise for him to keep.

nam-gyu's hands gripped on your ass to pull you closer by the hips, his mouth latching on to your cunt and immediately got to work in finding your clit in between the wet slick of your folds. he moaned loudly against you at your taste, eyes closing as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

your fingers intertwined with his hair as he poked and pressed his tongue against your pussy skillfully, hums from his throat heard. you moaned when he sucked on your clit before moving his tongue in circular motions against it, his eyes opening wide to stare up at you with your mouth gaped and cheeks flushed. "you feel, ah, good, noona? am i making you feel good?" his voice was slightly muffled.

you whined and nodded lightly at his question, pulling on his hair. nam-gyu felt his cock twitch at your whine, continuing to lap at your folds. his hand made its way to settle on the plush of your thigh, while the other slithered in between your legs to tease you entrance as he continued gasping for breaths and diving back into you. "please, please," he pleaded once more, his fingers poking you. "please let me, noona," he added.

you groaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. "can i please, noona? let me? please, fuck, i just need to," he paused his words and pressed his tongue against your clit as he pushed his fingers in with ease.

you let out a high-pitched gasp, a moan dragging immediately after as he kept a pace. nam-gyu got another moan to leave your lips as he pressed his fingers against the walls of your cunt, rubbing at them. "haah, nam-gyu!" you exclaimed, head pressed against the wall as your fingers scratched on his scalp. he let out a moan, head moving from left to right while his fingers buried inside of you.

you bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans. "noona?" nam-gyu called, eyes staring up at you before frowning, "no, no, please, noona," he pleaded. "don't—no, please, let me hear you, pretty noona, please." he said, tongue moving quicker in an attempt to make you moan louder. "fuck."

nam-gyu's ear perked at the slipped whine from you, adding to his eagerness to make you moan more. "yes, yes, there it is." he sucked harshly, "that's right, noona, all for me," he said, adding another finger inside you, making your face scrunch up in pleasure.

his drool mixed with your slick surrounded his mouth, a few streaks dripping down to his neck. "i missed this cunny, i missed you, thank you, noona, don't leave me, okay?" he babbled, squelches loud as he ate you out, his other hand palming at his erection as he looked up at you.

"i missed you, noona."

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Afterglow.

Scandalabra X F! Reader

A/N: my birthday just passed, so i wrote this purely as a present for myself. very, very self-indulgent, but it would be lovely if others could also enjoy it :)

Tags: insecurity, aging, comfort fic, slight suggestiveness, slight physical description of reader, fluff

Wordcount: 1k

Another birthday passed, and you were feeling every bit of your age. Getting a year older used to feel like something to celebrate with partying and shots, but this year, all you could feel was wasted time and back pain. Going out didn't sound fun, so you stayed in bed most of the day and had a thin slice of cake that you hardly had an appetite for. Too sweet.

Aging changed nearly everything in that way, it felt. Things you used to enjoy seemed pointless and wasteful.

Who wanted to party all night, anyways? And what about the city sound ordinance? Loud dance music would violate it. What was the point of getting shitfaced drunk with friends if it would just make your usual morning migraine twice as bad? You would rather stay home and eat takeout, but even that was ruined by your slowed metabolism. 

Even then, with your now softer tummy and legs, you were able to power through. Age was something that happened to everyone. It was natural. You tried to hammer than into your head. It quickly flew out, though, when a particularly deep wrinkle formed between your brows. It felt downhill from there.

Everything crashed down on you like a hurricane. The things that seemed to blend into the background—the warning signs—flashed vividly. The small crows feet at the corner of your exhausted eyes. The time-weathered, angry tilt of your eyebrows. Worst of all, smile lines. God, you never thought living such a joyous life would come back to bite you on the ass, but the tiny lines around your mouth were definitely there. 

The mirror hadn't yet become your enemy, but the glass started to feel like an old flame. An ex you avoided when possible. 

Why now? Just a few months ago, you felt young as ever. Not a care in your mind, nor insecurity in sight. The change came nearly overnight, it seemed, but you were resilient. You could stop it, you hoped. You could do something.

Anything.

You were getting ready for bed, a process that now took much longer than it used to. On a good night, you used to barely wipe your mascara off and take your day clothes off. Now you couldn't let your face hit the pillow without ten steps of skincare.

Serums, syrups, lotions, and endless potions. You had almost no idea what you were smothering your skin in at this point. Anything that read as anti-aging and wrinkle reversing found its way into your repertoire. Retinol. Fuck, it burned, but it was worth it. Collagen. Supplements and pills that had worryingly long names. 

It all felt so pointless. Embarrassing. 

You slathered on a plumping face mask and sighed, rubbing the creamy formula over the wrinkles between your brows. Old, old, old. 

All Scandalabra saw, though, was sex appeal and elegance. He stood, perched behind you while you sat at your vanity. He stared into your reflection harder than you did, admiring every bit of it.

His pupils blew a bit. Everything about you screamed maturity now. Your curves were teasing him as they snagged the loose silk of your nightgown. Much nicer than any lingerie you owned, he thought. More fun to tear off. 

"You know," he said, letting his voice roll over your shoulder like melted honey, "if I did not know better, I would think you've been hogging the fountain of youth from the rest of us."

You let out a tired snort, eyes dipping up to him. "Cut it out."

"Oh, but I mean it, love. How could you hold out on me?" he asked dramatically, arms wrapping over your shoulders from the back. He sneakily pressed his face into the curvature of your neck, huffing the scent with needless greed.

Scandalabra peeked up at you, hoping to see one of your smiles. It pained him how you seemed to bite them back more often, not wanting to exacerbate the lines they left in their wake.

"Time fights against so many, but you?" He pressed his lips against your temple, unbothered at how you tried to wave him away. He left smudged, faded marks of rouge with each peck, his makeup desaturated from earlier happenings that you still felt between your legs. "The odds are ever in your favor. And you are—"

"Do not."

"—Radiant. I want more than youth. I want elegance. I want beauty. I want maturity. You have all of that in spades."

"You don't know what it's like to lose so much of yourself, Scandy. I feel different." You looked up at him, turning away from the vanity. With a deep sigh, you closed the cap on the face mask. "I feel old."

He pressed a kiss to your jaw. With time, it too had softened. Your features went gentle and less defined. Rounder and set deeper. 

"And I feel that aging is a privilege. Not just for you," he said, pressing another kiss higher, near your temple where your laugh lines branched out, "but for myself as well. Truly, I am blessed to see you change into the woman I see in front of me."

You leaned into his touch a bit, feeling slightly more reassured. "You don't age, do you?"

"No, but I guess that means I'll just have to live vicariously through you, then, won't I?" His haughty laugh thinned out a bit. He tried to act like your question didn't shake him, but it did.

He did not age. You did. For all purposes, he and the other objects were immortal, and every year, he too was reminded of your age. It worried him—the future—but your worries mattered more.

So every year, he put on a brave face, appreciated your beauty, and vowed to himself that he would enjoy every year he had with you, because he knew that time was eerily finite. 

"I cannot wait until you get grey hair, darling. Very chic."

You groaned and pushed him away. "Damn it, Scandalabra!"

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Another quick sketch.

Andrei and Arun are friends 🧡

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armand going from a sad sewer critter to a suave controlling prince charming over the course of an episode needs to be studied ngl

(also of Course he's dressed to match his background irregardless, because he conveniently knows what certain places will look like in advance. no louis he wasn't sneaking into your apartment while you and Claudia were out and rolling around in your coffin, what do you meeeeean)

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Arun and Andrei

They're friends 🧡

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Would the Ros kill for Mc?

What do you think? With what I’ve said in the asks they’d be capable of anything the only difference would be how each of them would do it.

Imre wouldn’t want to do it himself, not due to any moral reasons more so he would find it tedious. He would hire someone if he could, as a last resort would he do it with his own hands. He does think it’s a sin to kill someone, he won’t feel great about it. But anything for mc. Nia of course would, but again she wouldn’t want to get her hands dirty. Less because she hates hard work and more because she finds blood distasteful and if she can’t use a gun she’ll find it annoying to have to have blood in her hair. Hopefully she can use a gun. Lorcan obviously would do it with no hesitation, to him killing for someone he loves is morally ok and if he’s at the stage where they need to die for mc to be happy he won’t loss sleep over it. A problem would be if he has to keep doing because he could develop an addiction to it.

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Isn’t it flattering when our bae kills someone for us? 😍

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What would be the favorite names that the Ros would like to give their children with Mc?

It says a lot about me as a writer that I never think about stuff like this for characters. I guess I generally have a lack of interest in that sort of thing in romance…

Imre: something of common enough in spanish speaking countries. He would focus a lot on the meaning of names. Most likely Dante, Marisol, Francisco, Esmeralda.

Nia: a name with panache. A commanding name. A name that exudes elegance and demands attention. In the vein of Portia, Alexander, Augustus, Fallon.

Lorcan: he doesn’t particular care. If it’s up to him he’d choose a basic name. Frank, Anna, Sam, Laura.

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If the RO's were to have kids with MC, what names would they have in mind for a boy and a girl? Or would they go instead from a gender neutral kind of name so they cover all bases from the get go?

Now, this assumes all the RO's want children. Or the kid is coming and there is nothing they can do (but they are happy about it).

Also, as a plus, what suggestions would Sally, Percy, Victor and Prudence give, either asked or not (a part of me believes some of them would give suggestions without any prompt, but the other part of me believes some of them, even with that impulse, don't want to speak with MC at all so they just wouldn't say).

I answered this ask so long ago I honestly think that the search engine just stops searching if it’s too far away unless it’s the master post

Imre: he’d like a Spanish name ideally. Traditional. Teodoro, Santiago, Emilio, Francisco. For a girl: Maria, Julieta, Dolores, Marisol. Gender neutral names don’t really exist in Spanish, I guess it has a lot to do with our language being gendered.

Nia: she likes a rich sounding name. But not strange like what celebs do. Boys: Augustus, Claude, Dashiell, Everett. Girls: Portia, Isadora, Katherine, Octavia. Her gender neutral choices would probably something like Ruby, Satin, Dior etc.,

Lorcan: doesn’t give a shit. He will say yes to anything. You ask him for a suggestion he’ll say “Bill” that’s how uninspired he is.

Victor: after his father, Cassius. Or his mother Victoria. Ironically I feel Victor and Prudence would like mc’s child.

Prudence: Cassandra, after her sister. Samuel for a boy.

Sally: doesn’t really have any suggestions, probably tell you to name it Victor or Prudence or what you like.

Percy: Wendy for a girl and Peter for a boy

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Thinking about the Simpsons, I remembered Apu's octuplets. What would the RO's say if they were to have octuplets with MC? (for male homosexual couples let's say they had a friend who offered to carry a child for MC and RO, only to accidentally end up having octuplets).

Also, what would the Crown family think about this?

Yo so I have rule about full cast reactions and that is I don’t do them anymore it’s either just the family, just the ROs, the most it’ll do is the ROs and the brothers in one ask 😘

Imre: he likes how noisy the house feels although he’s sound proofing his study and his and mc’s bedroom

Nia: she’s hiring nannies and lowkey might give half of those kids up for adoption

Lorcan: probably starts losing hair from stress not only are there only two of you but y’all are poor too

Sally: he loves being an uncle. Although the amount of mess will stress him out. Probably will unofficial adopt one of the kids as his heir

Percy: he’s the fun uncle obviously, if he’s in charge of the kids he’ll probably make them dress up as homeless children and beg for cash. They’ll come back home with coloured hair and sick from all the junk food he gave them but they’ll want to spend so much time with him

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Can we have Imre true thoughts after seeing fem!mc and their newborn child sleeping together quietly?

NO IM TIRED OF CHILDREN!!!!

Nah I’m fucking with you

Although the parent asks do challenge me a bit because I can’t envision the ROs as parents 😭 I guess because to me it wasn’t a possibility so this is me trying

“They said the seven wonders of the world, old and new were the most beautiful and marvellous sight in the world. They were fools. How can a being so break-taking have given birth to a perfect little thing? It must be magic.”

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So, on a platonic route, how would the WWC ro's (plus the brothers.) Feel about being dubbed the godparent to the MC's kid.

Ohhhh platonic route talk I don’t get enough reaction asks about this!

Imre: flattered (takes over the whole ceremony)

Nia. Knew you would but deep down she feels all the warm feelings for the honor

Lorcan: might cry (hard to tell if it’s from joy or anxiety)

Sally: cries (like a lot)

Percy: you know I’ll buy your kid beer when they’re underage right? Fine you asked for it