#There are sosososo many comics

[rockingthegraveyard]

how much of Cassandra Cains comics have you read?

pppppppp none 🫣

I'm relatively new to the comic scene. I've read most of the comics with Jason but I'm still making my way through some. I mostly rely on those posts a list of the issues the characters are featured in. I've yet to come across one for Cass.

I've read a few posts that have talked about her but until I get around to her, I only have what I read from others.

[cheswirls]

early op/dc au fic plot points

in honor of finding my notes finally after five months have passed since writing them and after i just wrote out a huge block of what happens during part one of the fic relying entirely on memory and wit alone, here are some freebie things-that-will-definitely-happen (and just random Things to throw in between) to think over while i'm trying to get back into writing this fic

also tagging @kiteou who created jason/sabo and 100% inspired this verse (please look at their ship art it's all so impeccably goooood)

sabo wears make-up to cover his scar when he goes crime fighting and chooses to hunt criminals in a distant district of gotham to avoid being recognized since he doesn't wear a mask

though he doesn't weak a mask, he does adorn a large tophat with a wide brim and uses the shade to conceal his face from view; when he runs into jason and snarls about a hero not posibly wearing a fucking full-face helmet mask, jason argues back about protecting his identity and accuses sabo of being a hypocrite since his hat also hides his face

jason quotes old literature sabo has never heard of when he's trying to make the most of a situation (so rarely) and sabo scribbles illegible-chicken-scratch words in tattered notebooks when he needs to vent about Life in general (it's maybe his goal at some point to create an autobiography of life in gotham and how much It Sucks, Bad™)

sabo using a metal pipe as his choice weapon reminds jason of damian (he's in his bo staff days) in kind of a fond but wary way - this does not last; at some point the pipe scraping against concrete or brick sets jason off, triggering something in his subconsciousness bad enough to make him lose focus in a fight, and it gets to the point where he tells sabo they can't fight together anymore if he's gonna continue to use the pipe as a weapon

ace and sabo are 19 in the beginning because it takes place in fall, and jason is newly 20 - because of this, sabo is 5'9 and ace 6'0 but sabo wears platform and heeled (the heel is inside so it's not visible) boots when he plays vigilante so he's taller than jason by a couple inches; at some point when ace meets jason he implicates sabo's true height and sabo shouts at him (shut the fuck up, ace!) before ace can finish; even later on, sabo ends up at jason's apartment and when his shoes come off, he stands shorter than jason, much to jason's surprise; sabo admits gruffly that being over six foot makes a person more intimidating, which is his goal at night when facing off with criminals, but also insists that he's still growing (which he is, and eventually he doesn't need the boots to stand at 6'2 properly); even though ace is (barely) taller than sabo (just like he's barely older than sabo), he's still shorter than jason, which rubs him the wrong way (and sets off the comment about sabo's alleged height)

while ace is just trying to survive in gotham, owing nothing to the city that's chewed them both up in childhood and spit them back out again in adolescence, sabo chooses vigilantism in a bid to 'just do what's right, or at least try to'

^ going with this, ace and sabo both have awakened meta-genes that grant them fire powers; ace got his first and is proficient in using his powers - in contrast, sabo develops his after his accident that leaves a portion of his upper body scarred, and refuses to train or even try and control/subdue his powers at all due to his intense fear of fire; this causes daily strife because ace should be able to coach sabo through developing (or at the very least, getting under control) his powers so they don't cause accidents all the time, being the more experienced and honed of the two, but because he's never willing to overstep and always afraid of reigniting sabo's trauma, he never pushes sabo toward what should be the reasonable solution

aaaaaaaa smth smth jason being more experienced in relationships but none of them ever going well, versus sabo who's never been in love and doesn't know how to act, doesn't know how to be vulnerable in front of another person (who's not ace, but even then) or what's considered normal for their relationship status, and eventually having to tell all of this to jason to dispel some worries threatening to make him sick; jason tries his best to insist that sabo doesn't need to act a specific or certain way and that they were going to figure this out together and find what worked for them; in the beginning their "romantic" relationship is super dysfunctional and not much different from their status before when they were just friends, but it slowly becomes more functional when they start to clue in to what they and each other want out of this

i CANNOT find my notes which makes me sick (< actually i did!!! not long after i wrote this which makes me SO mad in hindsight) but in this verse jason runs around with roy harper and artemis crock, who are roughly the same age as him and sabo but have the dynamic they do in earth-16 when they're (sibling) in-laws, meaning, they get along like a tight pair and often will team up to lovingly tease jason whenever the opportunity present itself; when they're introduced to sabo, the initial reaction is them recounting ('oh so this is the boy you're always mentioning') various things jason has said about him and then low-key embarrassing the both of them with their teasing, so it takes a bit for sabo to warm up to them

after sabo is burned by a lighter and his make-up runs, jason believes his old face scars to be part of the fresh injury and rushes sabo to leslie's clinic to get seen; sabo is bandaged up and none of the staff ask questions about the vigilantism that would (tie him w illegal activity) but in the beginning when someone asks sabo a basic question in regards to the injury, sabo clams up; jason has to snap at him that (leslie) was a doctor and not the fucking cops, so would sabo please put an ounce of trust in someone for once and let them take care of him; sabo relents and lets himself be treated

when he arrives home with his eye covered, ace is shocked because sabo never lets anyone but ace bandage him up; ace asks what (the fuck) happened and sabo clams up, flinches back when ace tries to reach for the wrap, and snaps at him to leave it because an actual medical professional treated him for once; ace says smth like 'but you always let me patch you up' and sabo appeases him by saying he can redress the wound later when it needed changing, but right now, he wants it left alone; later ace gets to see the damage and immediately realizes sabo got burned which terrifies him, putting sabo's shying away from him earlier into a new light, and ace takes on a new perspective when he helps sabo tend to the injury in order to frighten sabo as little as possible

sabo lives with ace and rouge until zero year, when their apartment floods and rouge gets sick and eventually dies in the hospital without proper medical care; without rouge, neither of them go back to the house in coventry and instead spend most of the remainder of zero year in a church - despite spending a good portion of their upbringing from that point on around clergymen, sabo refuses to believe in a god that would let him and ace to suffer through life to the extent that they had, and when ace curses 'god damn' or 'oh god' sabo isn't even willing to humor it, always blunting insisting 'there is no god' that ace in turn always counters with 'it's an expression, sabo, it doesn't have to mean anything'

aaaaaaaand since i've been sitting on this intro for a good six months now here's a small actual written pv :)

(if tumblr blurs the ss just click on it and it'll clear up)

[piierrote]

in 2024 i will write and plan and maybe begin making the longer version of Shine that i truly want to make very badly…

[girls--complex]

Thank you for drawing the fucked up “sting hurts sosososo bad but can’t die” locusts from the book of revelation in ur Lol Satan comic. To me they are blorbo.

Your brain is huge for making that connection because those guys are really hard to draw. They're guys, bugs, horses, horse armor. Most people can only draw one or two of those things. So there is not many canon depictions or a visual short hand for them. But I remember feeling they were really important exegetically and then subsequently forgetting what they were supposed to mean. I hope you are having a good time with them.

[try02line]

The Owl House: Charis!AU

Context: the Wittebane brothers get tragically separated in their youth. One is thrown abruptly in the future, while the other remains stuck in the past, how will this change their story?

Two posts in two days in a row? I really am in Hyperfixation-

ANYWAY

here we are with Caleb Wittebane, or at least, his design at the beginning in of my (and @magpieddd ) AU, the Charis!AU.

Let’s now talk about the design.

- Contrary to Hunter and Philip, I do not have too much to say about the clothing department, as this is heavily inspired by the absolutely amazing and inimitable art of @bananadramaaa . I think the art style and design this artist uses for the wittebro is absolutely unmatched, and the small comics they have blessed us with are one of the main reasons that pushed me not only into my wittebane hyperfixation, but also gave me the inspiration needed to start this whole AU (something I really needed as I was struggling a bit from a creative point of view before this). So thank you sosososo much and love your art dearly!

- In a similar fashion as Philip, I tried to make the clothing look old and worn out

- I also decided to add some red touches, because I find it very interesting how all the most important people to Caleb tend to be associated with the color red (Philip when he was a child, Evelyn and Flapjack)

- I placed Hunter and Caleb side by side, specifically to remark their similarities as well as their differences. This because, for how similar they may appear at a first glance, the more you look, the more they truly appear for whom they truly are, different and unique individuals!

- for the similarities: due being of similar age and one the grimwalker of the other, they share many traits! Their height and body structure are lowkey identical, they share extremely similar facial features, and also their hair is of similar color and tends to grow in a similar manner. They look, at least, closely related.

- For the differences (my favorite part): we can easily pinpoint of course the scar, the different eye color and the ears’ shape, but there is more to it! Caleb, although partially hidden by the baggy clothes, is noticeably slimmer than Hunter due to living in more precarious situation, where scarcity of food was not uncommon. I also used a warmer color palette for Caleb than for Hunter. This because I wanted to make Caleb look less threatening and more- well, human! Warm colors tend to be associated with comfort and familiarity, making Caleb appear more welcoming regardless of his expression. Hunter, on the other side, has a cooler color palette. This is meant to represent his role as a merciless soldier, and give him a more outwardly and witchy appearance. He is not welcoming and is not someone to mess up with, he is threatening and being in his presence should make you feel uneasy at least on some level.

This should be all for now, I hope I can come up with a new design or illustration soon!

Have a lovely day 🦊

[saphushia]

new shitpost comic idea got out of hand and now i have to decide between doing a longer comic or short heavily illustrated ficlet. on one hand comics hard on the other hand getting to draw the sillies sosososo many times <3

[rowrowknowa]

ABOUT ME :D

Basics

✮ name - you can just call me E

✮ age - 23

✮zodiac - can you guess?

✮ gender - i use she/her pronouns, but don't mind being referred to with they/them and use of pretty much any gendered words (bro, dude, man, boss buddy, sis, girl, etc) doesn't bother me [[[dont call me sis if ur not black tho]]]

✮ mbti - ENFP-A consistently for the past 6 years (was INTP-T in HS)

✮ studies - huge into science ask me what kind; i also like music theory/history, art history, philosophy

Interests

✮ games - nintendo fan (no matter how much they piss me off). love pokemon, fire emblem (obsessed with fe3h), zelda, animal crossing etc. HUGE sonic the hedgehog fan

✮ anime - too many to make an exhaustive list without forgetting some. obviously my favorite is One Piece (i think my favorite show in general). i started watching it when i was like 4 with the 4kidz dub and here i am almost 20 years later still going oda and i locked in fr. also love attack on titan, naruto, death note, fairy tail, jjk, knb, hxh, black butler and so many more this is stressing me out trying to think of what ive watched so im gonna stop... ask me about what i've watched lets yap

✮ non-anime shows - gotta big ups to ATLA a modern masterpiece of western artistry. don't ask me about the live action bc i don't wanna talk about it. same deal here i cant think of all of them without short circuiting but top of mind i LOVE the good place, scandal, htgawm, grey's anatomy (before it crashed out), bridgerton, BREAKING BAD (not caught up in better call saul), superstore, vincenzo, crash landing on you, goblin, anything with gong yoo and/or lee dong wok in it tbh, strangers from hell, bad and crazy, attorney woo

✮ used to be super into marvel and the mcu (and i know thats a thing people say but it was so so bad for me) but its not what it used to be and also i think i started outgrowing it once my media literacy improved its ties to military propaganda couldn't be ignored lmao (also sabra being in the mcu is sosososo crazy) .. some of the comics still bang tho i wont lie

✮ music - not to be one of those "oh i listen to everything" people as a cop out but i truly do listen to so much disparate types of music *insert laugh crying emojis* but my overall favorite genre is jazz, i love 70s-00s black american music so much (i was a 9 year old motown stan it was so serious to me), love afrobeats, amapiano, baile funk, r&b, rap (meg thee stallion is literally my wifey), pop, country, classical, VIDEO GAME OSTS (in true sega stan fashion) -- recommend me your favorite song!

✮ kpop - a separate bullet because i know where the overlap in interests comes in lmao. honestly ive fallen back from kpop a bit, not as into it as i was like even 6 months ago but groups that i still actively follow and listen to are ateez (ot8 but strong swing for mingi) and nct. also know alot about bts, txt, seventeen, exo, and shinee if you ever want to chat about them, but i listen to mostly individual songs from them and other groups and don't follow their releases

Where is E in *insert work here*?

✮ pls i hate all spoilers but these are the ones i strongly care about pls take note pls :(

One Piece: ep. 1085 ... i avoid catching up because i get sad when there's no more to watch

FE3H: Finished Golden Deer and Blue Lions, please don't tell me anything about the Black Eagle story line

GOT/HOTD: caught up!

[starlightkun]

tumblr user starlightkun i love you and your writing thank you So Much for sharing it with us it is all sosososo good i love all your stuff (like the recent stuff for sungchan… ough) but in particular i loved your jaemin nades series and also alllll your kun stuff because i feel like he (kun!) is soooo underrated and i love that old man (kidding! i know he’s not That Old…) and i love all your neat ideas for him (and everyone else ofc) and its just such a joy <3 so thank you sm for writing it and sharing it with us <3 sosososo grateful <3

anonymous asked: omg wait also. previous anon here. i love the way you write everyone <3 i love it sosososo much.. writers have their own interpretation which is Understandable but i can be picky about it but i loveeeee how you write everyone especially jaemin cause he’s my favorite silly guy <3 but still like kun and everyone else.. chefs kiss. even if it’s an au like your strawberry sunday anthology (which i LOVEEEE btw i love it so much it is so cool.. i loved kun’s and especially renjun’s too) where the world is different and things are a little bit different because of that, their essence is still very much There and recognizable and it’s not out of left field and i just love it you are so awesome thank you sm for writing and sharing it with us <3 <3 <3 <3 anonymous asked: I FORGOT TO ADD THIS AT THE END OF THE ONE I JUST SENT. ALL MY HOMIES LOVE STARLIGHTKUN‼️‼️‼️‼️

so many sweet asks in a row yall r gonna make cryyyy fr 😭😭😭 i always try to keep a couple key character traits that imo the guys have irl in my interpretations of them in the fics, and i def try to stay awake from the extremely tired jokes (chenle dolphin laugh, kun mom, etc.), and tone them back down and make them more down-to-earth again (chenle usually "cackles" or "giggles" in my fics, kun is mature and generally cares for those around him) bc i never want any of my characterizations of them to feel mean-spirited or derogatory, even if their character is typically comic relief in a fic (i.e., renjun in strawbsunday)

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[soft-persephone]

What made you choose the characters you did for fanfics? Vibes? Did a show irritate you enough to write your own thing?

I am either moved by that characters story in some way, or I have a strong emotional connection to that character, OR I have an idea about them that I just need to desperately get out.

I am just a huge fan of Jake Johnson and I honesty have never crushed on a man so hard before. He has away of embedding himself in his characters as much as he can, and since I am just so in love with him, I am in love with his characters just as much too!

He’s very good at his job!

Maxwell Lord was a character that I liked the concept of, but as time when on I kinda don’t like WW84 anymore as a movie, but at that time I really liked what Pedro Pascal did with him, and I just had this idea for a specific world to put him in.

I am a Star Wars fan and like many others, I love to hate and it, and I love it as much as I hate it! The Mandalorian was the second thing I ever saw Pedro in, I was a big game of thrones fan. I read all the books and waited for every season of the show (I quit after six)!

Oberyn was a huge favorite of mine, and at that time there was like nothing out there about Pedro Pascal on Google. There was no fandom or nothing.

But when the mandalorian came out and I realized it was him, I was so shocked to find out it was him! He did so good!

The Mandalorian made me care about Star Wars again after the sequel trilogy let me down. I am really in love with Din as a character.

I liked moon knight when I first saw it, but after getting into the comics, it feels so wrong😭.

However, that doesn’t take away from Oscar’s performance.

My Marc Spector fic is something spontaneous. I couldn’t sleep and all of a sudden I’m plotting out this thing in my head and it’s all poetic and angsty. It was fitting of the character, and I vibed with it a lot.

I kinda stop what I’m doing and write wherever my mind is taking me with those.

Sometimes I am just so obsessed with a show! I think about it sosososo much! When I love something that much, the ideas kinda just come to me.

That’s probably a big reason I’m into writing about Minx at the moment. I haven’t loved a show this much since I was maybe 13 or 14.

But overall, I think I just write what I feel. I’m trying to grow out of that to be able to just write whenever I want to, but I currently can’t write something unless I can literally live in it. I have to see it in my mind and feel with the chatters I’m creating or interpreting. If I don’t have a clear vision for the character from whatever show or movie, if it’s not true to them or to me, I can’t write it.

I hope this all made since. I don’t know which charters in specific so I just write about them all?

(Sorry this was so long!😅😭)

[sgwrk]

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[binniesthighs]

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. 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @eunaeiekim @lunarskzzz

[americana-ultra]

Good art accounts?

WHERE DO I START

MUTUALS >

Now it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t promote my babe @samequirk! Their art is super crunchy and the colouring is just ????? AAAA NANI hOW??? Also their anatomy is so nice and with every new post their art gets better and better I’m so proud of them!!! 

Another great artist, because, again, promotion, would be @missplacemat!! Super crunchy colours and line, I love their precious ship drawings and occasional memes!! I feel blessed every time i get to watch their streams 🙏🏼

@komodokrunch is???? So?????? Amazing????? At???????? Traditional art???????? Like fuck?????? Their drawings are always so cute and their anatomy is absolute goals im WEAK please they’re so goddamn underrated and they’re so kind as an artist too like why aren’t y’all following this gem??? 

I’ll sneak in @filthybnhatrash because the occasional portraits they post are 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 Like PLEASE keep drawing ily your art makes me cry it’s SO GOODD

@metaphorical-balls is aaAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!! AAAHHH!!! SO SOFT!!! Their aoyama art is sososo cute and every other character they draw in general???? Just????? Bghjshjsghsvjsghj thank YOU FOR DRAWING IN GENERAL ILY 

@roumaji we haven’t talked too much but I love seeing your art on my dash!!! I showed one of my irl friends your art and they were begging me for your account because they adore your todo art and so do i! Y’all will love their art in general and you NEED it on your dash >:(

@foggieson liKE THE PREVIOUS, WE DONT TALk buT YOUR ART IS STILL GORGEOUS ♥️♥️♥️ This person’s ships are VERY VALID as well as their art so pleAse don’t be a fool and not follow them 

@ellieb3anart I’VE RECENTLY DISCOVERED ELLIE HAS AN ART BLOG AND!!! HEWWO YOU’RE SO GOOD WHY DIDN’T I KNOW THIS BEFORE BUT YEAH THIS BABE TOO!!! GOTTA CHECK IT OUT 

THE OTHER PROS I ADORE FROM AFAR >

@franeridart — their kiribaku makes me CRY plEASE FOLLOW IF YOU’RE INTO THAT, THEY ALSO POST OTHER AMAZING THINGS 

@meru90 — another amazing kiribaku artist, pleaSE their art/colouring style is to diE for and their ships are absolutely valid 

@pfaerie — such beautifully drawn babes sghjgshj if you love those Good Boys you will love this Amazing Artist 

@raphodraws — VVVV crunchy art and kiribaku stuff it’s vv cute uwu ♥️

@radiocga — Their Miritama stuff made me WEAK when i saw it on my dash I had to follow them, the way they draw bodies melts me in a lil puddle i love iT

@50shadesofhq — THEY DRAW BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!! LONG HAIR FOR THE BOYS!!! BEAUTIFUL ART YOU WILL LOVE THEM!!!

@azreto — can draw,,,,,,, the most,,,,,,, handsome boys,,,,,,,, i recently saw their katsuki,,, ,, , , ,, ,, i wa s,, ,, ,, puddl e,,, ,, , ,, , dead,,,, , ,, , cryin g,, , ,  , i love them, , ,, , pl eas e, ,, ,,

@noodle2thedoodle — CUTE!!! Beautiful art style that will make you SMILE like, ,, i saw their wips for their charms/stickers/whaTever it was and i was like ?? ? It’s already so beautiful? ? ? ? And you’re not even do n e ? ?? ? Ho w ?? ? Take my mo n ey ?? ?

@vangberg — you,, , , ,, , ,, yOu,, ,  , ,,  this person makes the cutest, , ,, shit ever,,, , their dragon kiri, , , , ? The cutest,, ,, , i love their art style in general too and just everything ??? ? Such a good person AND such a great artist ?? ? ? All in one cute lil package ??? ? You’d be a fool not to follow they are heavily under appreciated in my opinion for all the gorgeous stuff they draw 

@katloid — their kamijirou stuff, , ,, , perfect ion ,, ,, ,, their art style is absolutely adorable like pl ea see, ,, i was so giddy when i discovered your art so to the anon that asked, i hope you’ll be just as giddy seeing their art 

@baconmacandcheese — Y’ALL LOOK AT THAT COLOURING,,,, NEED I SAY MORE BC IT’S PRETTY STRAIGHT FORWARD ON WHY THEY’RE AMAZING, THEIR ART STYLE JUST,,, AAAAAA SO MANY TALENTED PEOPLE

@kiruchi — oh i’m head over heels in love with this babe’s art style like goddamn it’s beautiful,,,, hair? Beautiful,,,, their faces? Beautiful,,,, everything? Beautiful,,,,,,

@gabzyart — their kiribaku also makes me WEAK and just the way they draw bnha characters ( or just any character in general ) like ???????? BabE taleNt their art style punches life into me 

@sinfulhime — again, their kiribaku = BEAUTIFUL ♥️ AAA and their colour pallets in general just sbhgshjghj need i say more? Please check them out i’ll cry if u dont 

@clarartz — i follow them on insta and on here and goD am i a lucky ducky when they post bc their art is so damn clean and pretty to look at!!! Their young mic makes me sosososo happy!!!! Their art in general just makes me sgjhgshjghj!!!!!!!! 

@paeshin — such entertaining comics!!!!!! Their art style is just so,,,, comforting to look at ????? Their kiribaku is so????? GhjgjhgHJGSHJSGHJ i can’t even express in words how amazing they are and i’m so lucky to be following them like !!!!!!!!! Thank you for drawing the babes ilysm!!!!

@mortinfamiart — god knows how many things i’ve bought off your merch store tbh hjsgshjgj your charms are just nice to look at and im looking at my kiri and bakugo charms on my bag from where im sitting now and im smilING LIKE A GOOF THEY’RE GORGEOUS YOUR ART STYLE IS POSITIVELY GORGEOUS!!!

@lowaharts — the cleanest art ive ever seen in my damn lifE like ???? Your lining on tradition is so god tier ???? And your backgrounds in penciL???? HoW???? The inking is ??  ?? ? ? ? HgsjhgshjsgvkjhgjHGJ i cant even express in words how much i live for this babe’s beautiful art,,, only in keyboard 

@cccrystalclear — AND I CAN’T FORGET THIS GORGEOUS ARTIST!!!! I’ve had the privilege to see their watercolouring/sketches/etc stuff on insta and i was just like,,,,,, so blown away,,,,, it’s so professional and the way they draw kiribaku and kiri on his own makes me sososo happy and excited like WOW IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ART!!! And you will to!!!!

Now, this post is getting ridiculously long! I would add so many more but I think this is enough for now. Hope this helped and sorry it took so long!!!

[stealingyourbones]

Danny has been adopted by the waynes for a month or so now and they've noticed something about him

For some reason, danny seems afraid of the word wish and no one can figure out why until one of them says i wish i could've met your parents to bruce

Danny shouts no as green fog swirls "so it is desired so it shall be" as the fog disapates there's 2 extra figures standing in the room

A tall mad dressed as batman except he has stubble and his bat suit is different and his bat is backed by red

And a woman dressed as the joker

Basically a bat kid makes a wish and desiree grants it bringing the flash point bruce wayne and martha wanye to there world

Great excuse for me to take a quick read of all of the Flashpoint comics I have one sec.... ok uh wow. So even Bruce would have killed Thomas with the amount of shit he's done (So so so much murder. Mainly of his own damn team mates). The Robin in that universe is Harvey Dent's Kid, Dexter (Harvey was brutally murdered). Dexter asked The Penguin of that universe to teach him how to shoot a gun. Hell yeah kiddo you go. Martha is more so or even more insane than Joker, causing so sosososo many deaths of main characters that are normally repeating characters in other universes. Martha would cause a new dark age in Gotham of lawlessness and fear. Thomas would murder without a thought. Sometimes You shouldn't meet your heroes.

[takenakamomozou]

❤♡ღ💘💙💜 for Takemob and Terumob ,':^)

chi you’re going to KILL ME I STG OMG *cracks fingers* this is going to be a ride 

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

takemob:

takenaka is definitely more affectionate in public!! since he’s taller than mob, he really likes to just lay his chin down on top of mob’s head while mob’s sitting down and like to wraps his arm around him while they’re strolling around! 

mob would be a bit more affectionate in private and cuddle w him a bunch lol holding hands while taking naps or watching movies just come naturally to him nowadays (takenaka still gets embarrassed and he literally dies on the spot once mob initiates contact) 

terumob: 

teru would be more affectionate in public too and would gladly take mob’s hand! he loves giving mob small smooches every now and then and ruffles his head a lot（*´▽｀*）

mostly it’s teru and mob just shyly goes along with it , this poor boy can’t stop blushing even if his life depended on it 

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

takemob: 

they’re both really secretive and they still haven’t even………said ‘i love you’ to each other as of now?? lol (sometimes mob accidentally starts thinking abt takenaka tho and takenaka happened to listen to what he’s saying and falls out of his chair like the dork he is) 

terumob: 

TERU!!!!!!!! BIG!! TIME!!!!! he’s sosososo proud of his bf like he always compliments him and flirts w him every 0.2 seconds 

mob is def kept secret , he’s not that good with expressing romantic attraction ????? like he has the platonic stuff down , but being romantic isn’t quite his forte

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

takemob:

takenaka!!!! when mob gets super nervous in public, takenaka tries to intertwine his fingers with mob’s to help soothe mob’s shaky hands (๑´ω`๑) (it works most of the time) 

terumob: 

teru would like i said before! literally when is he not holding hands with mob when he’s in public LOL he loves to playfully swing his arm with mob’s occasionally aksdjhfsdfka 

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

takemob: 

takenaka LOL , he realized it once he started hangin out with mob more than usual?? like he also realized that mob was really genuine and honest with what he says???? (his thoughts give it away) takenaka loves that about him ?? 

terumob: 

probably mob???? like maybe mob finally musters up the courage to confess to teru and teru’s just kinda like “huh? i thought we were already dating??” 

they were literally holding hands as mob spoke

mob fainted that day 

💙: who is more protective? 

takemob: 

it’s really depending on the situation, but most of the time it’s takenaka :0 he always wants to make sure mob is ok and comfortable , like he would not put any second thought about whipping out his tennis racket out and smacking the shit outta someone if anyone tried to provoke mob – mob can tell when takenaka feels anxious or shaken from overwhelming thoughts flurrying around his head. so, mob tries to help him w reassuring words and physical affection 

terumob: 

teru of course……..i mean the recent updates practically prove that no doubt PFFFT 

like homie fr would die for him like ??? holy shit??

💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? 

takemob: 

most likely, mob!!!!! he probably slips up and says it in his thoughts without noticing he was vulnerable???? for takenaka to listen to his thoughts???? like takenaka quickly jolts in his seat and slowly looks at mob before looking away again so he could avoid all eye contact bc??? takenaka is a sweaty mess rn and he didn’t want mob see that LMAO 

he takes a loooooong deep breath and hesitantly musters up an “i love you too” out loud 

takenaka could’ve easily just told mob that in his mind , but he realized it would’ve held more importance if he said it verbally

terumob: 

teru does!! i uh…….actually have a comic that has to do with this! the idea of mob being super happy and over joyed to the point where he reaches?? 100% is just ?? really good ok………like imagine how many puppies will be flying in the air 

this ended up being way longer than i wanted it to be ASJKDHFD but wow this was really fun thank you chi for sending the ask!!!!!! (๑ゝω╹๑)

[jyneerso]

When you get this you must say one nice thing about at least five of your favorite blogs. Then copy and paste in each of their boxes

i love praising people so here we go

@alarkling one of the lovliest but also the saltiest people i know, makes rly quality edits (i remember seeing your gfx for the first time and thinking wow will i ever get on this level), HONESTLY KAT YOU’RE SO LOVELY I LOW-KEY CRY EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR TAGS UNDER MY GRAPHICS??? also i love how passionate you are about so many things, i have A LOT in common with you and i love talking with you!!

@024milk GIIIIIRL if we’re messaging i’ll ignore sleep for as long as i can to prolong talking with you, i’m sosososo glad we could bond over the magic that is kpop/kdramas, your aesthetic is always on point in all of your blogs and in all of your edits i’m really grateful that i got to know you :’)

@kestrelofthenorth maddie did u mean an angel sent from heaven, literally THE SWEETEST, makes gorgeous and aesthetically pleasing edits overall i adore her

@monstress um i might have screamed a little when you followed me, you’re one of my fave creators on this hellsite and everything you’ve ever made looks pretty? idk how’s that possible BUT ANYWAYS i’m envious of your skills, you make my dash look a lot prettier

@gianlucafalcone your edits are so unique and inspiring and i low-key have read/am planning to read some books you’ve made edits of so i can reblog them (mainly blood for blood, imma read it bc of you)…………. n also my heart does a lil flip when i see you reblogging kdrama posts bc YAY someone else understand the pain

@travellersfarfromhome i always go to your blog whenever i need inspiration, you make such fantastic and visually stunning graphics

@mattelektras you literally changed the game for comic edits…….. like i know tons of people have already mentioned that but you inspire so many graphic makers??? you have a really good sense of layouts and typography and i visit your blog to feel inspired whenever i feel like i’m in a creative slump