#✨{under a curse; (boo)

[crownrots]

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Gael keeps his voice steady and strong, or tries to at least. Thick, clumsy fingers pull the glasses from his face as he rubs at his eyes; his hand had started to shake months ago, but never this much, never as they were now. 

Tears sting at the backs of his eyes and he’s grateful then, that Tommy had ushered most of them out of the room in an attempt to give him some privacy. He’d always liked him. Like the way he cared about people. 

“Hey, Donny.” Gael wipes at a tear as it slides down his weathered cheek, leaving a searing chill in his wake; the walkie crackles, deafening, uncomfortable silence greeting him on the other end. 

The object finally crackles to life and Donovan curses on the other end. Gael reprimands him jokingly, a fresh barrage of tears clouding his vision as he leans against the workbench for support, old knees threatening to sink to the woven carpet beneath him. 

“Yeah, sorry. I uh -” His eldest is silent on the other end of the walkie for a beat of two, as if searching for the right words to say. If there were any to be had at all. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry -” 

He’d never heard Donovan sound so small. 

He’d always been larger than life. Took the whole older brother, man of the house after him, things seriously; too seriously, he thinks back fondly. 

Donovan was always confident, self assured, almost bordering on arrogant at times. 

But now?

He sounds like the little boy who had scraped his knee learning to ride his bike. He sounds like the little boy who cried on his first day of preschool, afraid to lean into a world without his mother and father present at every turn. His voice trembles the same way it did when he had called Gael in the middle of the night to pick him up from a sleep over because he was frightened of the dark. His sorry sounds like the same one he whispered, half fearful and half angry at himself for breaking his grandmother’s vase one Christmas, a lifetime ago. 

Only, this was not a boo boo he could kiss and put a Band-Aid on. This was not something that gets a redo, not something they can sweep under a rug and keep between them until next Christmas. 

It dawns on Gael, briefly and painfully, that there would not be another Christmas for Donovan. 

He had always pictured himself dying before his boys. 

Even before the world went to hell and death permeated everything around them like a stench that could never be washed out; he’d always pictured he’d be first. 

The walkie crackles, Donovan’s half sobbed words spilling through.

“I’m scared, dad -” 

A moment of heavy silence blankets the space at his words, the rain coming down harder now, pelting the aging roof above them. A trickle of water hits her cheek as she turns away from him, but she barely notices. 

She knows what he’s asking and she wishes the answer was simple; I don't know. A confident, you weren’t bitten, spoken without hesitation or a lump in her throat. Only, she knows it runs deeper than that. The very thought of whatever this was, causes her heart to thump against her chest a little harder. 

Leftover adrenaline, she tells herself, it’ll stop soon. 

“You want me to shoot you next time? Fine. I will.” Kyle finally scoffs, her attempt to shrug off the looming conversation failing, attention still trained on the broken walkie she had pulled from her bag.

It should have been easy, someone says they’re bit, you shoot them. 

She’s done it before. 

Many times. 

But somehow, Tommy’s very presence had turned her inside out, all those soft, fragile spots that somehow remained after years of covering them with a hardened shell of indifference and isolation were exposed; worn on her sleeve, written in the way she looked at him, in the tremble of her hand whenever he was close, the catch in her voice when she’d try to counter any truth he might bring up. 

She couldn’t have shot him, not even if he was bitten and begging, accepting of a fate they all expected to face at some point. She couldn’t have hurt him, killed him, even if she wanted. 

He watches her for a long moment, says her name when he wants to challenge her words, gentle and quiet, understanding and even a little bit relieved. 

She forces those soft spots back inside for now and still doesn’t look at him, won’t look at him. 

“I’m going to check on the horse.” 

[arcanechariot]

🎬 chariot (re)watch - rise of skywalker

ready for husband poe 🥺🥺

look at him i love him so much huuuuuuu

hehehehe i'm gonna bite

poe such being a good pilot is so hot to me like ughhhh

he can manoeuvre a vessel around my star system any day

also i love that he gets sweaty when he flies. you can see it on his forehead. love a man who can work under pressure

my son!!

he's so very cunty 😌😌

someone pushed his son off the slide at daycare

kissable soft, kissable soft

i am cursing the person who keeps running oscars face through faceapp. i need to see every beautiful pore on this delicious man's scrumptious face

reminds me of another fic i've been meaning to write...

same energy as a dad fixing his truck in the garage

draw him like one of your french girls

as always 🍑🍑

limp-wrist caked-up gay

don't mind me i'm just snuggling up in his jacket

you might not kiss zorii but you can kiss meeeeee 👉👈

matching icons for you and your boo (we love the ex machina revamp)

love seeing my hubby being a hunky mechanic nerd yesyesyes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

when his eyes get all big and sad and watery 🥺🥺

i know we're having an emotional moment right now but i need to mark up his neck something fierce

husband is husbanding

it's my fuCKING HUSBAND AAAAAAAA

poe always fills me with the most stupendous vibes

i love my silly lil space hubby so much 🥹💛✨

[plucky-belmondo]

👻🍡✨

Gintama OCsona

Her name is Saya Kagami!

There's a...lotta lore here, so I'll put half of it under a cut!

Saya was based off of Reimu Hakurei and Ai Enma. Saya's hair looks closer to Nue Houjuu's, however.

Is a former shrine maiden, and while does walk around a lot, she does have a job: part-time as a waitress.

Saya is secretly a gamer, and her favorite genres are JRPGs and far simulation. She's a sucker for the Story of Seasons series!

Her abilities are teleporting and summoning ghosts, though these ghost take the form of chibis/mini ghosts (think Boos).

Her gohei is actually really long, and it can change appearance depending on the situation. It's actually a sword sheath.

Her favorite snack is dorayaki, while she really, really hates natto.

There is a LOT of mutual pining between Saya and Shinsuke Takasugi. It's so much, it hurts. Additionally, whenever Saya's not in the picture, she's visiting him in secret.

Saya is friends with Gintoki, respects Kagura and Shinpachi, but does not know Katsura (for some reason).

Saya "spirits away" her victims. In reality, they just black out and wake up in their home, their money stolen.

There is an incident between her and the Kiheitai that happened: The Cursed Dice Block incident, in which Saya got hit with it, and couldn't get to the Star. 'Sugi was the culprit.

Saya's original hair color was black. A few years before the start of the series, she had it dyed.

Saya got her scars from a fight with an Amanto. It's also why she wears a mask.

Saya is a regular at Otose's snack house, but when drinking, she uses a straw. If the mask is off, she drinks at an angle where you can't see her face.

Saya is 5'3 and a half.

If Saya had a voice, she'd sound like this (skip to the 20 second mark).

Saya's fighting capability is between 7.5 and 10.

Very calm, but if you anger her, heaven have mercy on your soul.

[elijones94]

✨ In “Cinderella III: A Twist in Time”, Lady Tremaine steals the Fairy Godmother’s magic wand to reverse time and prevent Cinderella from marrying Prince Charming. In my free time, I have drawn Cinderella in a tattered and ripped dress amongst pumpkins in a pumpkin patch. This is my homage to the “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” sequence from Disney’s 1950 animated classic “Cinderella” and the cursed pumpkin carriage sequence from “Cinderella III: A Twist in Time”. In the movie, Lady Tremaine traps Cinderella, Jaq, and Gus in an evil pumpkin carriage. Lucifer is then transformed into an ugly human version of himself under orders to drive the carriage and to have Cinderella, Jaq, and Gus killed. After escaping from the pumpkin carriage, Cinderella and the two mice defeat Lucifer, who transforms back into his original cat form. The three friends race back to the palace on horseback to disrupt Lady Tremaine and Drizella’s evil plans. ✨🎃

[monmuses]

Personal Conflicts/Trials (pt. 1)

Angel - She suffers from the knowledge that she is immortal and cannot keep the same relationships that she wishes for forever. She may see them again, but she has the curse of being stuck on Earth for eternity until God makes a change to bring her home.

Ashton - Family abandonment. Emotional abuse and neglect from a careless mother and siblings. She was the only daughter of her family and the only one who isn’t human.

Avis - Family loss (entire species was wiped out) and the struggle of taking care of a small human that she discovered. She has the maternal instinct to protect Juno as much as she can, but knows that she will eventually reach adulthood and leave her, which scares Avis.

Boo - Memory loss. Personal identity has been lost from her curse a few years ago. She doesn’t know who she is exactly, but knows that she is alive and exists as a person.

Braelynn - Family loss (entire family was killed). She now lives on her own and roams the streets of New York. She is one who hates change and refuses to adapt to a human lifestyle.

Charlotte - Suffers from many physical ailments, such as loss of limbs (during protest after WW2) and muteness. She has gone through many trials of learning new things, such as sign language, English, walking, eating, thinking, speaking, etc.

Chu-mana - Because of her goddess line, she is subject to receiving a lot of popular attention. She is stuck with having to be one who receives much of it and dislikes it. She wishes to change and become human, but doesn’t know how and has to live like one to fit in.

Dakota - Judgement from the people around her. Her family is made of skinwalkers and there have been many  tales or rumors about them. Many of which apply to her and make her seem like a bad or evil human being. In which case, she isn’t.

Danielle - The struggle of living alone. She has rebelled against her parents and struggles with having a lot of pride in herself. She thinks more of herself than other people and comes off as selfish (and is selfish in many cases).

Dhikshita (Dee) - The stress of being one of the few lasting friends to Avis. Dee is under constant self-inflicted stress, putting others burdens onto her shoulders and doing her best to help them out in anyway she can. But can also come off as blunt because she is tired with life and wishes to disappear. But she’s continuing anyway.

[sungbeam]

HEY DUCKIE <3

this is my request for your open request event

a svt au/fic (w wonwoo if you can but I don't mind who it is tbh) where fem!oc is another members older sister and (im going to say wonwoo but I really don't mind who it is haha) wonwoo has the BIGGEST FATTEST JUICIEST crush on her and oc is the biggest flirt ever so wonwoos convinced she likes (any other member im just giving an example again) sungcheol, oc is also completely unaware of said crush and oc is just like really cool (idk why but I just imagine her being one of those people everyone wants to be friends w) so everyday wonwoo just falls for her more, until he asks her out on a drunk date and the other members end up tagging along (its up to you if you want it to be a happy or a sad ending)

I just made this up on the spot 😭

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵

jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

1.8k words, wonu is whipped asf, hard pining, fluff, cursing, vernon makes an accidental double entendre lmao, scene by scene!, wonu thinks u like hoshi, drinking/drunk wonu doesn't make sense, kind of abrupt ending ? cries, not proofread ofc

a/n: tysm for sending in a request hua <3 i wasn't able to fit in the actual date im sorry :') but i might write a sequel where we can go into more detail abt the sebongs following the date 👀✨ anyways i hope u enjoy!! (also literally can't believe u came up w all of that on the spot i mean hOw TT)

"I think you just need to tell her, hyung," Boo Seungkwan shouted to Jeon Wonwoo from over the sound of the loud bass blasting throughout Seungcheol's apartment. As per usual, the gang had all conspired to barge in on Seungcheol's place and throw a mini party for themselves. They called it a "stress reliever"; Seungcheol preferred "stress multiplier". 

Wonwoo's eyes flitted across the living room to where you were stationed at Cheol's foosball table by the window. You were partnered with Hoshi, and played against Seokmin and Mingyu. The two of you—you and Hoshi—had been jostling each other around with playful punches to each other's arms, hands covering each other's to play their handles, and so on. It was a splendid affair of flirting, and it made Wonwoo gulp his cup of beer down hard. 

Seungkwan went on. "I mean, noona's just flirty like that to everyone, y'know? Everyone except for me—"

"And me," Wonwoo muttered under his breath. 

Seungkwan pretended he didn't hear it. "—so you never know! You just… air it out. What harm could it do?"

What harm? Wonwoo loved Seungkwan (to a private extent; he wasn't about to tell the kid outright or he would never live it down), but even he had to admit that there was bound to be some kind of harm in confessing his massive crush on you. It was strange at first, the way his heart always made a little skip when he saw you, or the way his breath hitched whenever he heard you say his name. And when you made conversation with him? He wondered how on earth he could even choke out the word "hi" back. 

A presence appeared on the other side of Wonwoo, settling onto the leather couch with a bottle of soju in hand. "Yah, what bullshit are you trying to tell him this time, Seungkwannie-ah?" Jihoon sighed, then pursed his lips against the bottle and took a drink. 

Seungkwan gaped. "Bullshit? Hyung! I'm literally Yn's brother; I know best!"

Wonwoo tilted his head in begrudging agreement. Seungkwan definitely had a point there. 

He glanced your way again, in time to watch Hoshi pick you up and spin you around after the two of you managed to win the match against Seokmin and Mingyu. 

Wonwoo's heart sank, but he was glad you won—even if your smile was so pretty and happy it made his chest ache; even if Hoshi got to smell that nice perfume you wore all the time; and even if your eyes found his in the midst of the chaos—

Record scratch. Oh fuck. 

Wonwoo wondered if he looked as calm outwardly as he wasn't inwardly. Dear god, you just waved at him. 

He couldn't help but smile back at you, in that soft, fond sort of way he had unique to him. Maybe he couldn't scramble the words together to tell you his true feelings, but maybe the universe would send you a message in that private way of his. 

Wonwoo definitely wished the universe would just speed up in its "working its magic". It was taking an awfully long time to give him a sign, but it was terribly good at continuing to make him fall faster and harder. Falling for you was falling into a bottomless pit, but it was freeing and frightening at the same time. 

He didn't often believe in fate, but desperate people found faith. Not that he was desperate or anything. No, definitely not. 

"Wonwoo!"

Well, there went his heart. 

A small smile found its was to his lips as he turned to greet you. You and Seungkwan had just arrived at the restaurant, and you happened to greet him first. Coincidence? Probably. At least, that was what Wonwoo thought. 

"Hey, Yn-ah," he said lowly, softly. 

Your smile softened at its corners and in the crinkle of your eyes. You stopped behind his chair with one hand propped on the back. Oh good god he could smell your perfume— "Good to see you! I feel like it's been ages since I last got to talk to you. Still running that book club?"

His eyebrows shot up like the speed of his heartbeat. "You remembered?"

"Of course, I did! You can ask Kwannie; it's all I talk about."

Seungkwan made a face, his nose wrinkling. "Yeah, it is," he confirmed. "If she didn't have to work, she'd be there, hyung. I'll tell you that." He sank into the seat next to Vernon and Chan, the two of whom were hogging the paper checklist for All You Can Eat sushi. 

Wonwoo couldn't believe his ears. He'd known you loved to read, but he didn't realize you actually cared about his book club. When he looked at you, he could've sworn there was a smattering of pink on your cheekbones. 

Cute. 

He tugged out the empty chair next to him. "Here, please, you should sit—"

"YN-IEEEE!" Hoshi screeched from the other end of the table like a hyena. He waved his arms around wildly. "I saved you a seat!" He smacked his hand down against the empty seat beside him, beckoning you over. 

You chuckled to yourself. "Ah, sorry Woo. Gotta go cater to our tiger cub. But we'll have to catch up on book talk soon, yeah?"

"Of course," he promised with a small nod of his head. 

You bit your lip through your smile, your hand grazing his shoulder, and then you were gone. Wonwoo kind of wished you'd sat down next to him instead. 

Wonwoo was drinking again. Why? Well, the reason he would say was because Seungcheol was paying. The actual reason was because you showed up to Joshua's promotion celebration in a killer little black dress. No, it was not killer, but rather murderous. As in, he was murdering his throat as he threw back shot after shot, trying to erase the delusional little fantasies popping up in his head. 

"I think you need to chill," Vernon said with a hand over Wonwoo's to stop him from reaching for his fifth shot of the night. Vernon's eyebrows creased in concern. "Like, respectfully. But drinking isn't gonna erase that dress—I mean, you probably wanna erase the—"

"Jesus, Vernon," Wonwoo swore. Now he'd done it. Delusional just got ramped up a level. What was it? Was he a simp now? 

Wonwoo dragged a hand down his face. It wasn't like he wasn't dressed nicely either. He thought he looked pretty damn good when he'd walked out in the slightly unbuttoned black button down and suit jacket, tailored suit pants, the works. He'd even tried his hand at the slightest bit of black eyeliner, and at this point, it was just gonna end up smudged. "I'm not trying to forget," he enunciated the latter word very carefully against Vernon's megawatt smile, "I'm just trying to… distract myself."

"It's just a little sad, bro. You and Yn used to be really close before…"

"She and Hoshi got close," Wonwoo finished half-heartedly. That called for another shot. 

"No, I mean, before you realized your undying love for her and decided to be melodramatic about it." At Wonwoo's scowl, Vernon's hands shot up in the air in surrender. "Respectfully."

Both of the men's eyes wandered over to where you and Hoshi were currently taking pictures together to the side. It was like a miniature James Bond-esque photoshoot, and even Joshua had ditched his celebrators to join you. He had practically stolen you from Hoshi, the latter of which pouted while he watched Seokmin take yours and Joshua's pictures. 

Wonwoo grabbed another shot glass from the bar counter behind him, and just as he did so, Vernon joined him. 

"We might as well finally test who's got the higher tolerance," Vernon said with a shrug. 

Wonwoo laughed and clinked his glass against Vernon's. "Cheers, my friend."

And in the end, Vernon had ended up being the one passed out on Joshua's shoulder in the back of an Uber. The night had dulled as the friends all slowly became either too tired or too drunk to continue partying. With Joshua and Vernon gone, Seungcheol began plucking off the rest to make sure everyone had a ride home. 

However, Wonwoo remained slumped at the bar, his chin propped on his arms as they laid on the bar counter. He drew aimless hearts on the surface of the polished wood, mind somewhere in the realm of rose-tinted sunsets. The alcohol was definitely hitting him now, and even if he didn't become ape-shit crazy when drunk, he did become a little more… lovey-dovey. 

He felt a hand clasp him on the shoulder. "Your lucky night, Woo," Junhui said to him with a slyness in his voice. "Yn-ie wants to make sure you're okay."

Wonwoo hardly registered Jun's words or his departure, but he did realize that you were sliding onto the barstool next to him and calling the bartender for a glass of water. The water glass was pushed toward him, and you nudged his arm. 

"Sit up, Wonwoo. Come on, let's drink some water for me, hm?"

Wonwoo did not move; except, his eyes slowly adjusted to fix upon you. There was this sort of… flushed glow about you that made you look like an angel in this hazy daze of his. "Mm-mm," he hummed with a miniscule shake of his head. 

Your face contorted into an adorable confused expression that made him smile. "Everyone's leaving, Woo. We gotta sober you up."

"Are you sober?" He murmured. His words were slurred slightly, but he spoke so low anyway that one couldn't tell. 

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Not really. But I'm a lot more sober than you are. I saw you drinking earlier, mister," you teased, wagging your finger at him. 

He giggled—yes, giggled. 

"Were you drinking so much for a reason?" You asked offhandedly as you nudged him to drink the water again. 

This time, Wonwoo slowly sat up and took the water cup. "Mhm," he said into the cup as he took a little sip. "You."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Mhm." Wonwoo drained the water cup and set it on the table. "If I drink more water, will you take me out?"

"Take—" you stammered, eyes wide, "—take you out? You want me to like… take you home? Take you outside? Take—"

Wonwoo shook his head. "Mm-mm," he slurred again. He propped the side of his head against his fist this time, viewing you from a slightly different angle that made your cheeks look rosy and your expression bashful. Or was that reality? "Take me out on a date. You owe me for drinking water like you wanted me to."

Okay, so maybe he was really drunk. He was gonna slap himself in the morning for this.

You laughed, but it wasn't the kind of laughter where you thought he was being hilariously ridiculous. Rather, you found him so endearingly adorable with his shameless words and goofy grin. You kind of wished he smiled like that all the time—without restraint. 

But you were nodding, and Wonwoo was grinning from ear to ear like he'd won a million dollars. 

"Okay," you said, your lips curling upward as you stood up and offered a hand to him, "I'll take you out, Wonwoo."

a/n: pls do remember to rb, comment, etc if u liked it!! ty for reading :3

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[monmuses]

Affection kiss for Boo!

All Kinds o’ Kisses Starters

Boo became super happy with the affectionate kiss! Almost immediately, she barked with joy, hugging Jonathan with a tight squeeze, bouncing up and down with her legs.

She looked up at him with a goofy grin, nuzzling him with joy.