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Midnight Masquerade - Part 9

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Genre: Vampire!AU | Fluff | Angst

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)

Word count: 2293

Warnings: Brief mentions of kidnapping

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9

(A/N: So, I finally finished it! Ah, I’m quite happy with this part, I took the advice someone gave me and tried to quicken the pace of the story, so there’s more drama in this part ^_^ Feedback is always always appreciated!)


You stood in front of your small house, having finally returned home from uni, your mind frantic with thoughts and unanswered questions. Unanswered questions that you were hoping to get answers to. You exhaled, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door, stepping in cautiously, looking down the empty hallway. The house was eerily quiet, and you were immediately set on high alert; your home was never this silent, you were always greeted by the sound of the television murmuring in the background, or your mother greeting you from some room in the house. If not that, you were at least greeted by your cat, Yuna, pattering towards you as soon as you opened the door.

And yet, there was nothing. A chill spread through your spine, as you carefully set your bag down on the floor, your eyes narrowing as your senses heightened, and your blood ran cold. You could hear everything, and every little sound set you off; the whirring of the boiler, the low humming of the fridge, even the sound of your own breathing. You had been so ready to sit your mother down, ask her all the questions that had been driving you crazy the whole journey home. She might have tried to evade your question, the guilty glint in her eyes as her eyes darted around, looking anywhere but you. But you would have eventually got it out of her, you thought. You would’ve finally got some answers. But she wasn’t here. And something told you she hadn’t simply popped out to the shop.

You roamed into the living room - still half expecting to see your mother sitting on the couch, smile on her face as she saw you standing there -  and yet the room was empty, her usual spot cold and bare. Glancing around the place, you noticed there was no sign of struggle, everything was in its normal position. It was at that moment you spotted the note stuck on the table, the handwriting slightly rushed and hard to make out. Squinting, you just about managed to read it, it was an address jotted down in someone else’s handwriting, and that was it. No explanation. No clue of what had happened.  Nothing. You felt anger quickly boiling up, and unknowingly your eyes began to pool with murky red, your pupils narrowing, your hands balling up into fists.

Something was very, very wrong. And it had angered you to new heights. You ripped the note off the table, shoving it into your pocket, before grabbing your bag and sprinting out the door. You were going to find your mother, and whoever did this was not going to be let off easily, not on your watch.

**

Yoongi returned home, his backpack slung over his shoulder as he waited for someone to let him in. He stood by the door, earphones in as always, shut off from the world around him, and he sighed, tapping his foot impatiently.

The door finally swung open, and the maid stood meekly in the doorway, bowing politely. Yoongi simply nodded, pulling out his earphones and wandering in, and yet his mind was not nearly as calm. The scene from earlier that day played over and over again in his head, as he tried to decipher what had happened. Who were you exactly? And how did he know you? And what on earth was Nurse Sumi talking about? He had mentally noted to find his father as soon as he returned home; he had to find out what had happened. He doubted his mother knew anything, somehow he knew his father was behind a lot of this.

He walked through the large hall, recalling how it had once been swarming with elegantly dressed people, eager to impress one another, eager to feast. And yet he had spent the majority of the night in his room, expecting to remain there without interruption - just another night. And yet you had come along. You with your enticing scent, your strange manner, your confusion. Half-breed. That was what Nurse Sumi had said. He had heard of the concept of half-breeds before - they were rare and hard to conceive. But possible. Once born, the child would tend to be more towards one side than the other; either more human or more vampire. That was all he knew of the matter though; he had never known someone of the type before. Or, so he once thought.

He stopped by his father’s study, pushing the door open before knocking, as was his father’s required etiquette. But Yoongi didn’t care about etiquette at this moment in time. He cared about answers. Answers he knew his father would have. Answers that his father would have to give him, whether he liked it or not.

His father sat at his large desk, his face stoic as ever as he murmured some words down the phone. On sight of Yoongi standing there nonchalantly, leaning on the doorway, he frowned, ending the call and looking up at his son expectantly.

“Why are you here? You know not to enter without knocking.” He asked, his voice booming and authoritative, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Nurse Sumi told me.” Yoongi simply said, watching his father’s face carefully for any change in expression. There seemed to be a very brief sign of surprise evident in his father’s face, before becoming expressionless once again.

“So I heard. Your point being?” He responded, seemingly growing bored by the situation, as he flicked through the large pile of paperwork sitting on his desk, scribbling down something on paper. “I’m clearly busy right now, it is not the time to be disturbing me.”

Yoongi sighed, glaring back at his father, quickly becoming annoyed at his dismissive manner. “The point is, I want an explanation. What did she mean by I was betrothed to this girl? This girl that I barely know? Unless I knew her at one point? I need answers.”

His father looked up at Yoongi, this time his attention was fully focused on his son, and he gestured to the seat in front of the desk.

“Sit,” he ordered, setting his paperwork to the side and crossing his arms on the desk.

Yoongi followed, cautiously taking a seat, his gaze focusing back on his father, as he waited to finally gain some answers for the questions that had been buzzing through his mind ever since that fateful night.

“When you were a child, you had a… childhood friend, should we say. She was the daughter of an influential vampire around these parts, a close friend of mine. But her mother was human. It worked out for a while - her family living next door to us, and her father and I made an agreement. We decided to get the two of you betrothed, destined to be married someday.”

Yoongi could do nothing but stare at his father, attempting to absorb this information. He leaned forward in his seat, eager to hear the remainder of the story. And yet, he could hear the faint sound of what seemed like struggling, muffled screaming, coming from another room. He opted to ignore it, assuming his mind was playing tricks on him.

“And everything was going as planned, the two of you were as close as ever… until her mother ruined things.” Yoongi’s father continued, sighing as he recalled. “She… didn’t agree with it, and so she took the girl - who we think is (Y/N) - away, and somehow erased her memories of her childhood. And so, all these years I’ve been trying to find her again, trying to fulfil your destinies, trying to let fate take its path. Nurse Sumi told me everything you told her, and that you… bit the girl, am I correct?”

Yoongi nodded, looking away awkwardly as he thought back to that night. “But, what does that have to do with anything? How is that going to affect her?”

His father rubbed his head in slight frustration, before saying, “That bite may have not only caused the vampire side of her to emerge, but also reestablished the… connection between the two of you. Have you noticed yourself feeling… strange or attached to her?” He inquired, still staring at Yoongi expectantly.

“Well… yeah. It’s weird, it’s like I feel protective of her? It pains me when she’s in pain, and I feel this weird feeling when I’m too far away from her.” Yoongi carefully responded, pushing his fringe out of his eyes once again, before studying his father’s expression, his expression which seemed to say this was bound to happen. “Why did you keep this from me? After all these years, you decide to tell me this now? After this happened?” He bombarded his father with questions, his gaze becoming fiercer by the second.

“It’s just as I thought. It seems that fate has returned to its original path…” His father murmured, slowly becoming absorbed in his own thoughts, leaving Yoongi throwing his arms up in exasperation, leaning back in his seat, attempting to stop the frustration bubbling up in his chest. He had gained some answers, and yet he was left with more questions, only serving to frustrate him even further.

As he sat there, slumped in his chair, he heard the sound again. Scratching, banging, muffled screaming. His senses immediately perked up, his body becoming more hostile. His eyes scanned the room cautiously, a familiar scent filling his nose.

“… is there a human in here?” Yoongi glared at him, slowly standing up, his hands slamming down onto the table. He thought back to his words, her mother was human. Fate has returned to its original path. “What the hell did you do?” His voice grew louder by the second, his irises quickly becoming crimson, his pupils narrowing.

His father stood up in anger, glaring down at his son with an equally hostile expression, his eyes also shining a brilliant red colour, his posture authoritative. “Don’t talk to me like that. This is none of your business.” His voice boomed through the large room, the pitch dropping down an octave, a growl coming through in his voice.

At that exact moment, the door burst open, to reveal you standing there, a fire in your eyes that no-one had never been seen before. Your eyes were blazing a fierce golden colour, your pupils slitted, fangs protruding from your gums as you glared at the two men standing there, your fists balled up so tight that your knuckles were turning white. Yoongi and his father stopped arguing, instead staring back at you, surprise and shock evident on both their faces, along with an element of fear. Fear at what you had become. Yoongi squinted at you, trying to decipher the situation. Golden? He had never seen a vampire with golden eyes before, but then again he had supposedly never seen a half-breed before. The whole situation was new territory for him, and it left his mind in a blur.

“I’m going to ask this once, and you had better answer. Where. Is. My. Mother?” You gritted your teeth, your voice coming out in a low growl, as you were blinded by frustration and anger, your mind set on finding your mother, and bringing her back home where she would be safe. Your mother was all you had when it came to family, and while you bickered and argued with her at times, you would never let anyone hurt your mother in any way. You weren’t going to let anyone hurt your mother. And if they had even grazed her… they weren’t going to leave unscathed.

“So you came. Just as I was expecting,” Yoongi’s father said smugly, the chair spinning as he stood up, gesturing to a door leading off the side of the room. “Follow me.”

Yoongi couldn’t find the words to speak; he could merely stare from his father to you, and back again. What had he done? What had happened to you? He felt strangely frustrated on your behalf - he felt your anger, he felt your pain. He didn’t like seeing you so furious, he wanted nothing but to hold you, to calm you down. He watched you narrow your eyes at his father, reluctantly following him through the side door, your posture remaining constantly hostile, your eyes not once faltering or returning to their original colour. He had no choice but to follow you in, and he grimaced at the sight he was met with.

Your mother was tied tightly to a chair, a cloth wrapped around her mouth to the back of her head, stopping her from crying out or screaming. A man was standing beside her, a hint of shame in his expression. Yoongi felt as if he recognised the man from somewhere, maybe he was associated with his father in some way. He didn’t seem like one of his father’s workers, this man seemed much higher up, possibly almost at the level of his father himself. Yoongi noticed how your mother’s eyes widened at the sight of both you and his father entering the room, and she began to struggle again, the chair rocking back and forth from the impact.

You stood there, shaking with pure anger at the sight, your eyes only becoming even brighter by the second, if that was even possible. You were about to demand your mother be let free, you would have even grabbed Yoongi’s father by the throat, but you spotted the man standing by her. A sense of recognition spread through you - you knew this man. The man stared back at you, his expression equally confused and curious all at once… when it hit you.

“Dad?” You exclaimed, at the same time the man asked, “(Y/N)?”

One Last Time, touken/tousaki fanfic

Summary: One of the many times Haise visits Touka in :re, and his last. Based on Mutsuki’s flashbacks from chapter 114. One-shot.

Rating: K+, fluff | Words: 4,362k | Read on AO3 - If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: I missed writing tousaki so much *cries* I’m happy with the result even if it’s not extremely relevant. This would be what Mutsuki sees in his flashback, that everyone was wondering if he just followed Kaneki or something. This could also be the last time Haise sees Touka? I’m not sure, you can decide that for yourselves. If you liked this weird thing, feedback is always appreciated! <3 enjoy. 

Preview:

She takes his breath away; just having her near him is enough to make his heart flutter.

“Hi,” she says, smiling softly, greeting him with the most beautiful presence. Her eyes look kindly surprised to see him there.

She’s wearing a pigtail at the back of her head, soft stray strands of hair falling on each side of her face, one lock touching her right eye, stroking her eyelashes. She looks prettier than the last time he saw her, and seeing her with a new hairstyle is surprisingly refreshing.

Don’t say anything about her hair, don’t be an idiot, don’t s—

“Y-Your hair looks cute,” that’s the first thing he says.

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The Arrangement: Chapter 11

Author’s Note: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! I’m going to start writing the next chapter tonight because you all deserve it haha

I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

Masterlist

Originally posted by playingwithfire666

Fuming was an understatement. You were absolutely livid at this point.

You paced up and down the Command Shuttle, mumbling profanities under your breath as your marched.

Fortunately, the other two on board had known better than to bother you when you had stormed up the ramp.

You couldn’t believe what Kylo had just done. How dare he treat you like that? Certainly, as his apprentice you were not yet equals. But what right did that give him to lash out on you quite like this?

You were seething as you kept replaying it in your head. The memory of Kylo’s tight Force grip around your throat felt as real and as painful as you had experienced it .

“Princess?”

The sound of Kylo’s voice snapped you from your thoughts. You hadn’t noticed him enter. You quickly dismissed him, continuing to pace.

Princess.” His helmet was on now, and his voice sounded infinitely harsher as he addressed you.

“I have a name, you know,” you snarled as you turned to brush past him.

But before you could, Kylo managed to grab onto your arm. His grip was gentle– far more so than it had been around your throat a few hours ago.

Don’t,” you warned him, snatching yourself out of his hold and shoving by him.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly as you sensed him trailing behind you. You made a beeline towards the ramp, ignoring Hux’s expression of disbelief that you were willingly going out onto the ice planet’s surface at night.

Y/N,” Kylo’s voice was cautionary as he followed you outside.

She must hate you after what you did, you fool.

“I don’t hate you, I just don’t want to be anywhere near you,” you mumbled angrily as you trudged through the snow.

“You can hear my thoughts.” It wasn’t a question. Kylo could feel your presence in his mind, even if you hadn’t realised it yourself.

You stopped. Your eyes narrowing as you folded your arms over. The sudden pause in movement was now making you feel the full extent of the freezing cold.

You grudgingly realised he was right. But how? “You must be projecting your thoughts.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You’re letting me into your mind, then.”

Kylo scoffed, “Do you really think I would grant you such access, Princess?”

You rolled your eyes, the tone of his voice reminding you of why you had stormed out here in the first place.

“You’re right. All you’re good for is trying to kill me,” you snarled.

“Kill–,” Kylo let out an exasperated sigh, “You think I was trying to kill you?”

“You think you weren’t?” You retorted, “If I hadn’t have pried your grip from me when I did then I would’ve stopped breathing!”

“I would never have… I didn’t mean to…,” Kylo stopped, rephrasing his next words, “I–I, um… Well, then I’m… I’m sorry.”

You raised an eyebrow. Kylo Ren saying sorry? This was certainly a first. You spun around to face him.

“Sorry for having the temper of a five year old or sorry you weren’t successful in choking me to death?”

He removed helmet to reveal a frown, “The first one– I mean… I’m sorry for hurting you. Truly.”

Something tugged within you that made you believe his apology was genuine. But that didn’t mean you had to let this go as easily. “…And are you sorry for lashing out like a child having a temper tantrum?”

“A child wouldn’t Force choke someone if they–” Kylo stopped as he took in your annoyed expression and nodded, “I shouldn’t have reacted in that way. I didn’t mean to harm you and I trust this goes without saying, but I… it will never happen again. You have my word.”

“Hmm,” you simply said in response, your arms still crossed defensively over your body.

A moment of silence passed between you before you cleared your throat, getting ready to walk back to the Command Shuttle.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think I’m going? I have nothing left to say to you.” You were surprised at how calm you sounded.

“Well I need to discuss something with you.”

“I’m sure it can wait until the morning.”

“Y/N, it’s important.”

“First you choke me for asking you too many questions, and now you’re all too eager to talk to me?” You genuinely felt confused by Kylo. Any glimpse into the man he truly was seemed to quickly shut itself off as soon as you got too close. He was still an absolute enigma.

Kylo pinched the bridge of his nose, willing himself to be patient with you. “I told you. It’s important.

“Well I’m tired, and I’m cold. Whatever you have to say… it will have to wait until the morning.”

Typical. The spoilt Princess just has to get her way.

“I am not spoilt!” You snapped at him.

A brief look of surprise washed over Kylo before he let out a sigh, “This is exactly why I need to speak with you immediately.”

“Why? Because you think I’m used to getting my way?”

“That’s just it, Y/N. I didn’t say anything. I thought it.”

Your feet had started to move involuntarily now and you began walking further and further away from the Shuttle. Kylo easily kept up with your hurried pace.

“Look, if this is about me missing two days of training already, drop it. I have an injury, remember?” You asked pointedly as you gestured towards you throat.

Kylo ignored your remark, more focused on where you were leading the two of you as the Command Shuttle appeared more and more distant.

“It’s not about your training. Well, I suppose it is but…”

“But?” You waited for him to continue as you slowed down your pace, deciding you had probably walked far enough.

“But it involves something far bigger than that. Than both of us.”

“What are you holding?” You asked, pointing towards his hand. You sensed an unusual pull towards it.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huffed, “This planet is clearly playing mind tricks on us.”

“Or it’s trying to show us something.”

You groaned, “I think I’ve had enough of you being cryptic,” you mumbled as you noticed Kylo hide his hand in his robe.

Though he hid it well, Kylo was struggling to talk to you. How could he bring up the subject of his past again?

“I… I haven’t been entirely honest with you, Y/N.”

“Oh, you haven’t?” You said with mock surprise, “Here I was thinking that you and I shared everything.”

Perhaps it was your annoyed expression, or maybe the tone of your voice. But in that moment, Kylo hesitated to tell you the truth about his past. He couldn’t dance around the subject when you were clearly still angry with him.

“Is this conversation going somewhere? I don’t know about you, but standing in the middle of a frozen planet with no sun isn’t exactly my idea of fun.”

Kylo looked up at you, clearing his throat slightly, “What do you know about Force bonds?”

You seemed confused by this. What exactly was the point of this discussion? You began moving further forwards, unconsciously putting distance between you and Kylo.

You ran your hand absent mindedly across the front of your shirt as you responded, “Not much.”

Kylo waited for you to continue. You hesitated slightly before speaking again, “Um, well from what I’ve heard it’s a– a particularly powerful bond between two Force users…?”

Kylo seemed vaguely amused by your response, “Essentially, yes,” he said as he fiddled around with his robe pocket before producing what looked like a small stone, “And do you know what this is?”

You shook your head. The sight of it stirred something up within you. A strong pull towards it.

“It’s a Kyber crystal.”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, “I thought they had all been harvested from this planet?”

“Apparently not all of them,” Kylo said, handing it to you, “Take it.”

“W-why?” You suddenly felt nervous to touch the crystal. Afraid of what it might unlock within you if you did. Its power was radiating throughout the cave, and you could feel it reaching out to you.

“I want you to have it. It calls for you.”

You gave him a puzzled look, “How do you…” you trailed off as you realised your hand had involuntarily opened to take the crystal.

“I can feel it,” he said.

“You’re drawn to it too?”

“Not exactly,” Kylo started, “I can sense its pull to you.”

“Why are you saying it like that’s not normal?”

“Because it’s not,” he sighed, dropping the crystal into your hand.

You staggered back slightly as you made contact with it. The sheer intensity of its power taking you aback. You looked up at Kylo with a shocked expression.

“Did you feel that too when you touched it?”

He nodded, “But I shouldn’t have. This crystal calls out for you, not me.”

You finally understood what he was getting at, “We share a Force Bond?… But I thought that only occurred between Jedi Masters and their apprentices. You’re hardly a Jedi–” You stopped as you Kylo’s expression twist into a scowl.

“I don’t understand it either. But it’s like I can feel every thought and every emotion that courses through you… it’s why I was drawn to this crystal,” he studied your expression carefully.

“Is that why we can hear each other’s voices in our heads?” You asked.

He nodded, “The Supreme Leader can confirm it when we return. Whatever this bond is, I believe it will help your training, not harm it.”

You toyed with the crystal, still in your fingers. A thought suddenly sprung to your mind. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop lying to me.”

“I’m not lying to you!” Kylo’s voice raising slightly out of frustration.

“You only tell me half of what’s really going on, Kylo,” you sneered, “There’s more you’re not telling me… And don’t you dare try to deny it because you wouldn’t have snapped at me earlier if there wasn’t.”

Kylo knew you spoke the truth. It took everything in him not to confess his entire life story to you in that moment. But he was surprised it had taken you this long to get angry at him again. He knew you well enough to decide that withholding the truth was the best thing for you.

“I’ve told you everything you needed to hear. Until the Supreme Leader confirms it, for all we know, it could be this could be this planet toying with us.”

You huffed, “Then why did I hear your voice in my head when we were sparring in front of my family?”

Kylo frowned again. Damn her curiosity.

“I don’t know, Princess. I’m as in the dark about this… this bond, as you are.”

“I doubt that.”

Kylo narrowed his eyes, “I need you trust me.”

“Well I need you to be completely honest with me, but we both know that’s not going to happen,” you said as you shoved the crystal back into his grip before moving again.

“Now where are you going?” He groaned as you tried to get your bearings.

“Back to the Shuttle,” you snapped, “I would rather speak to the General. At least he tells me the truth.”

“Well you’re going the wrong way.”

You blinked a few times, trying to brush the snow from your eyes as you turned changed directions. You let out an involuntary shudder.

“You’re still going the wrong way… And you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine.”

“Take my robe, you’ll be half frozen to death before we reach the Shuttle.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Kylo rolled his eyes before shrugging off his robes. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he gestured it towards you.

“Don’t be stubborn, Y/N. Take it.”

You shook your head at him.

Kylo mumbled something incoherently before wrapping his robe around you himself.

Despite your initial protest to his actions, you couldn’t help but let out an involuntary sigh of contentment at the feeling of the sudden warmth that engulfed you.

“I’m fine,” Kylo said, mimicking your voice as he turned around and began walking.

You ignored him and instead, trailed behind him towards where you could only assume the Shuttle was.

You dragged your feet through the snow, clutching Kylo’s robe tighter as a cold wind began to blow against your skin.

“I can’t wait to get off this planet,” you muttered. I’ll finally be able to put some distance between me and you, you wanted to add.

“You know, one day you’ll understand why I keep things from you, Princess,” you heard Kylo say quietly as he walked in front of you.

“Let me guess. It’s ‘for my own good’?” You asked mockingly.

“It’s for your protection.”

“You want me to trust you and yet you keep secrets from me for my own protection?” You scoffed, “You’re unbelievable.”

“The day that I am entirely honest with you will be the day I lose whatever trust you might have in me, Princess.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I won’t risk it,” he countered, “I would rather have you angry at me for keeping things from you than to have you hate me all together.”

Kylo had seen the consequences of your anger. He couldn’t quite fathom what would happen if you found out about the past choices he had made.

“Well that’s ridiculous,” you remarked as you saw the outline of the Command Shuttle appear in the far distance.

“I’ve told you before that I care about you, Y/N,” Kylo said quietly, “The sooner you start believing it, the safer we’ll all be.”


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I’m movingggggggggg! As some of you know, I’ve spent the past 1.5 years in a temporary living situation with an amazingly kind and generous friend of mine while I sorted my life out. As I am now in a much more stable place career-wise, I can finally move out! Unfortunately, I need to acquire some things (mainly furniture) and to offset some of the costs, I’d like to draw your amazingly awesome, kickass characters for you, again! Below are examples of what I’m offering.

Sketch ($15): (Add $10 for colors)


Please send me an email at foxchibi@gmail.com if you’re interested. Signal boosts are always appreciated!

Thank you! ^w^

snowbanshee replied to your photoset:                    This goddamn game is killing me. Twitter | Patreon                

I’m sure Sephiroth is staring… glaring. Not openly demonstrating the envy after being forgotten, but not quite trying to hide it, either.  

oh goodness me this is so cute

child of ours, we could never forget you. you are our bittersweet apocalyptic release of death, our inexplicable and inappropriate fixation point, the complicated unromantic love of our lives. your father will always appreciate you…

…but right now I’m just a bit preoccupied with, y’know, the mess that is xv. don’t you worry though - i’m on a great vacation rn but ffvii will always be home <3

anonymous asked:

Who ever Jackson's future partner is will sure be one lucky person. Jackson is everything I want in a man plus more 😩

deadass….. he’s literally so amazing??? like it’s practically impossible to find a fault in him…. I hope his partner realized what a catch Jackson is and will always love n appreciate him to the best of their ability 😫

defjaebum26  asked:

T^T I'm so excited for MAD release tomorrow! I wonder if you could spoil us some parts of the future chapters? T^T It's a torture to wait 1 week for the updates but I feel like it is worth the wait everytime I read the updates.😄😆 Thank you for writing such a wonderful series for us!😘

Aww thank you so much for reading it! There’s no more waiting anymore now that it’s over hehe~ 🙈 I’m sorry I’m answering so late but I still wanted to thank you all for taking the time to write to me. I always appreciate it. 💛

what happened in the friday stream

(sorry if this looks really messy, but thank you for the awesome stream and everyone who donate for the charity btw :D)

(i wonder if you people know where this came from ;)