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Had a 3 day long migraine a few days ago and I’ve just discovered these in my drafts 🥰🥰🥰

So Im trying to bake something….very slowly ✨🎃 ………And I would like your guys' help I do have a poll on Twitter, but you can also put down a reply if yah like I would love to hear your feedback 💕

I got another one for yah guys 🎃 Feel like this one is a bit more obvious But I still like the feedback from yall Plus its fun playing with colors ✨🌈 ----------- Again there's a poll on Twitter But I dont mind seeing your guy's reblog tags/replies It really helps me in the end ^w^

Hoi, Im back 👋 And Im back with another Could have done better these ones But you know the drill I always like your guys' feedback, it really helps 💕 I also just realized that polls DO exist on this platform Still only gonna do it on Twitter cause its just has more day adjustments than the ones here. Sorry 😔

Oh boi ✨✍ I kind of had a struggle thinking out ideas for this one But this will do And it will also be the last one I'll still happily take feedback in tags/comments I want to improve and it feels nice to get it from you guys 💕

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So, I saw this post (adorable drawing) and remembered that I had this draft that I never finished. I think it gives an idea of what I wanted to do. I absolutely know that Roland would be sooo sick of both of them.

Inconvenient meetings

(based on "Not even in my worst nightmares")

No one enjoyed dealing with the King of Rudistan, but it was a necessary evil to keep the trade routes crossing his territory open, as well as to secure his valuable contribution to metal imports.

Roland had never been keen on meetings with Magnus, which, unfortunately, were becoming more frequent and tedious due to the reforms imposed on several treaties. Putting up with Magnus was relatively easy; Roland had trained for years to smile and nod at whatever the king said, which always seemed enough to keep him satisfied.

The King of Rudistan wasn’t dangerous, beyond his endless boasting, which while irritating, didn’t pose a major problem for their trade relationship. His husband on the other hand, was a constant irritant that was wearing down Roland’s patience.

He was much shrewder than Magnus, if that was any achievement, and didn’t hesitate to push and demand in negotiations that had never interested him before.

No one at the castle knew how or when something had happened between the king and the sorcerer. All Roland knew was that one day Cedric was in his office resigning with the biggest smile he’d ever seen, and the next, he was moving to Rudistan. It didn’t take long for Roland to understand why.

Cedric had become the second King of Rudistan and Magnus’s greatest obsession. A whirlwind wedding quickly elevated him among the nobility, and he soon became a regular attendee at meetings with other kingdoms alongside his new husband. No one had expected such a turn of events, and the news had certainly shaken most of the political sphere surrounding Rudistan.

The mere idea of the two of them getting married was hard for Roland to grasp, especially because, despite the obvious power Cedric now enjoyed with his new status, it was clear their relationship was based on love, not just cold self-interest.

The way they looked at and spoke to each other showed a mutual affection and understanding that Roland had thought impossible for either of them, especially Magnus. Roland had always believed that the king cared for no one but himself, but Magnus had proved him, and everyone else, completely wrong.

Magnus treated Cedric as if he were the most precious thing to ever walk the earth—and maybe for him he was, judging by the love and pride with which he spoke of him. When it came to his husband, Magnus spared no expense. Not that Magnus was the frugal type to begin with, but with Cedric, his lack of restraint seemed to vanish entirely.

The sorcerer didn’t lag behind either. His connection with the king was unique, and in their own peculiar way, they were a truly endearing couple. Still, despite all the love they radiated, Roland had had enough of both of them.

Someone save Roland from such a terrible nightmare!

Hello :) I really enjoy your stuff on userstyles, and I was wondering if you can make me a button that changes "Drafts" to "Pending"? Thank you!

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horror by famine

youve been sitting in my drafts for five months six days

rotting away hoping i can fix you make you worthy for the eyes

but you never will youll sit and decay your bones turn to dust as i cant remember the title cant remember the last word not even the first

take your rotten words let me know that it was a mistake to create the ugly poem youve become

theres no words left to say

but its cruel of me like a mother to a daughter

i love you but i dont like you

Love me some bitches who say ‘I’m bored’ and scroll on google scholar

Listen, listen. I do struggle with knowing I’m autistic, but until I met that one boy at my church I never knew how easy it was to connect with people who were on the same radio waves as you. I asked him if the chain on his pocket was a pocket watch as a joke bc a lot of the guys at my school worn chains from their belt loop to their pocket at the time and, to my surprise, he whipped out a beautiful silver pocket watch and said, ‘You know it.’ And then from the (less noticeable) chain on my pocket I took out my bronze pocket watch which is broken now but oh my god have I never felt more normal.

My favourite Kakyoin headcannons are when it’s one or the other, on either extreme side of the scale. Like literally just a girl and then the most fucked up guy in the world. He’s either being pulled by the waist and stumbling over air to fall sexily into someone’s arms or he’s losing it, absolutely gone off the rocker. I headcannon that motherfucker knows WAY too much about dead bodies because he wanted to become a mortician (until he witnessed all those deceptated dead girls in Dio’s mansion and did a hard mental career change) so now he has so much unnecessary knowledge about embalming and shit.

So Polneraff calls him on April first all breathless like ‘Omg Kakyoin I killed someone and need help burying the body’ because, you know, he’s a funny man to his core and had already prank called everyone else for April fools. When he called Joseph with the same joke he ended up turning the tables on Polneraff like ‘Oh, so you remember? Polneraff, I’m so sorry, you’re one of my closest friends, but what you’re stand does— whether it’s an accident or not!—is your responsibility’ and freaks him out. Advol knows he’s kidding right away because Polneraff told him he buried it in the backyard the night before as if they don’t live together and Advol had to almost suffocate him last night because he was snoring so loud. Jotaro didn’t answer his phone. But Kakyoin, without missing a bit, was like ‘what stage of decomposition is it in?’

And it goes silent for a minute. ‘What?’

‘I need to know if I have to stop at Walmart to get acid, or if I need to get leak-proof bags, depending on what stage it’s in.’

And I love that because everyone knows Kakyoin is a fucking freak but they’re always caught off guard literally anytime he does anything weird. Jotaro is one of the very few people who’s equally as fucked up in different ways.

Kakyoin felt nervous sleeping over once because he didn’t want to do something wrong and scare Jotaro away and then he wakes up at like four in the morning to the hallway light on and Jotaro kneeling by a full bucket of water with a straw and star platinum because he’s a chronic insomniac and wanted to see if star platinum could suck water up like he did with Enya’s stand.

He is wearing one of those fluffy Sanrio character headbands tik tok influencers wear to wash their faces. His left eye is twitching. He has passed out multiple times from almost water boarding himself. They never speak of it again and in return Jotaro shows Kakyoin star platinum inhaling a glass of water when he figures it out.

Also, might I add, Jotaro and Kakyoin both have the ‘underexpressive autism’ so they’re flat faced, dead serious at all times. Jotaro sticks a giant googly eye to Kakyoin’s forehead in art class and he just looks at him like a goat; nothing behind the eyes, the ceiling fans literally reflect in his peepers like a tv screen. That motherfucker to the naked eye looks like he hasn’t had a single thought yet today.

Yes I have thought of jotakak before, but I’ve also thought of a purely platonic moment where Jotaro’s freaking the fuck out in a mall and Kakyoin’s there with his Aunt to buy incense or something and even the thugs he’s beating the shit out of are like, ‘damn man it’s not that serious?’

And like nobody can figure it out until Kakyoin gets close enough yank down the back of his shirt and cuts the tag off his collar. He calms down instantly and him and Kakyoin go to an arcade with his Aunt clutching her purse the entire time.

A vein pops out Jotaro’s neck when the claw machine drops this squirt gun he’s been trying to get for the past fifteen minutes as she leans in by Kakyoin’s shoulder like, ‘Let’s got home. Now.’ and Kakyoin pretends he can’t hear her over Pac-man.

She aut on my dick til I ism

ᴡᴇʙᴛᴏᴏɴ?? ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ???

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 (𝟢𝟨/𝟢𝟪/𝟤𝟦)

𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 (𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬). 𝘏𝘖𝘞𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙, 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 @v-for-venus 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪— 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 (𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?). 

𝘚𝘰. 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 (𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘮) 𝘢𝘯𝘥/𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 

𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.

𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯.

Draft

This one is a draft I have been working on. Include a lot of thoughts and procrastination. Not finished, of course.

For my tulips

She would be there too, just so you know

You. His fiancée. 

His cousin's words played again in his mind when his assistant reminded him of a charity ball that required his attendant tonight. Of course you would be at the charity ball, playing your part of a good-mannered, elegant conglomerate's daughter, and keeping the reputation of your family. 

He couldn’t help but scoff when the thought of you crossed his mind. And then he wonders, why did he hold grudge against you despite the fact that you guys rarely crossed paths, and that you actually haven't done or said something bad about him? Maybe it's how you always be obedient, never question your parents' or your brother's words. Maybe it's how you effortlessly navigated high society despite your quiet nature (or so he heard). Or maybe it's how you didn't say much but managed to get everyone enamoured by your presence, how you didn't miss the fun while managed to ace your study and even graduated early. 

How you're so perfect. 

And he hates that you fit so well in the elite society when he can't find himself liking anything related to it and really fit in. 

And that-

"Are you going to sit here and brood all day, dear brother?"

His sister's voice broke the silence, disrupting his trail of thoughts. 

He sighed, standing up to face her, an annoyed expression pains his face. Although he really loved his sister and could do many things for her, she's too much sometimes.

"Didn't my assistant tell you that I don't want to be bothered?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the ache that was threatening to break his head.

"Yes, he did. But I don't care." she made a beeline to his desk and quickly grabbed his phone while trying to drag him toward the door.

"What do you want now?" 

"Y/N and her brother will come tonight! And you have to make a good impression. No, perfect impression. And I'm making sure of it" she chirps in excitement. 

"Don't you have an appointment with your stylist?" he calmly replied 

"Oh. Yeah, I have to go now, but I already picked out your outfit. You have to wear it!"

And with that, his sister hastily made her way out of his office after handing him his phone back. The echo of her telling his assistant where she puts his attire for tonight's ball.

He looked down to his watch and stepped back to his desk, intending to bury himself in piles of documents so that he would no longer think about this.

_

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You were lying on a cozy spa bed with the fragrant herbal face mask applied on your skin, listening to your childhood friend rambling about her plans for your vacation.

“So you will spend the summer home and then go back to England?” she wondered, looking at her freshly manicured hand.

“That’s the plan. But it depends on how things turn out here” you muttered. Your mind went back to what your brother had previously said. 

You would spend your summer here at home to unwind, and to learn more about your fiance. If you still not interested in him, then you could break your engagement, and you were free to go back to England to pursue your academic goals, or wherever you want to go.

“He really told you that? And you agreed?” your friend cocked her eyebrows

“I don’t see any problem with that. Besides,how much feeling I can develop for a person in the matter of a few months? This isn’t movies”

“You don’t know that. Chris is very charismatic” your friend leaned toward you, a teasing grin on her face.

Christopher Bang. Your fiance. 

The engagement was made even before your birth with the friendship of your families and promises of stocks and investments. And despite being engaged to each other, you haven’t met many times. The only time you remembered meeting him was at your parents’ anniversary when you guys were introduced to each other, barely holding conversation but exchanging pleasantries.

But oddly enough, you remembered his appearance. His face with a touch of boyishness and youth of one at the ripe age of 20. He was wearing a three piece suit in deep navy blue with matching tie and sapphire cufflinks. His expression distant and cold, made you wonder if he hated you or it was just general annoyance to people.

My name is Christopher

You wondered what he’s like now.

“Looking good?” your friend spoke up, showing you her nails, now all adorned with little bows and gems

“Anyway, the auction tonight has that painting you like. But I guess it’ll be difficult for you to obtain it. But why do you want it anyways?” she said, leaning on the armrest of the divan, seemingly bored

“Birthday present for Hyunjin” you stretched out your arms, stood up from the spa bed

“Come come, or we’ll be late”

The manager came greeting the two of you with the scent of cedarwood. You lifted your hand to your nose as the too pungent scent hit your senses. She offered gifts and compliments you two with a rigid customer service smile, obviously wanting to secure new potential patrons.

The lamps lit

Underlings, though they are,

They light the way for the rich

Each candle in the post a little spark of rebellion

going through my drafts and i have such amazing ideas but they go to absolute shit when it comes to executing them