Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.
Namjoon had never believed in
ghosts. He had always been more of a science person, preferring fact over
speculation. He was called a nerd in high school and a genius in college, but
the words didn’t change anything—he honestly just liked to learn things.
Taehyung said he could sense
ghosts, feel their “auras” he said. Namjoon had laughed and told him that was ridiculous. He had then proceeded to check out all the books he could find
in the library disproving supernatural theories. Taehyung had not read a single
one, so Namjoon told him the important parts.
There was no such thing as ghosts,
so Taehyung should go back to studying math and quit insisting he had the
potential to be a median.
The irony of it all was laughable.
“You were right, Tae.” Namjoon
sighed, watching one of his best friends sit on his bedroom floor and flip
through his old notebooks. The younger couldn’t hear him, though.
The door to the room was pushed
open further, and Yoongi shuffled in. His eyes were red, but he looked fairly calm
as he knelt down on the floor by Taehyung.
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Taehyung
mused quietly. “I thought I was okay, but being here, going through his stuff…”
Yoongi nodded, patting him on the
back sympathetically. “I know, I was thinking the same thing. I’m just glad his
parents didn’t through everything out. A lot of this crap was special to
him, he wouldn’t want it going in the landfill.”
Namjoon smiled. Yoongi knew him so
well. His parents had been by, they had taken all the family pictures and a few
other things, and then made a phone call.
Dear YF - what is your favorite book-to-screen adaptation in Outlander?
Hi Gotham! Great question. Quick background, a coworker gave me Outlander and said I should read it. Walked back to my desk and another coworker noticed the book, tells me about the show and that I need to watch it. I watched the first episode and was hooked, but stopped and read the first book before bingeing the rest of the season. Since everything happened so quickly, I didn’t really have any expectations or lines that must be included in the screen adaptation.
However by the time season two premiered, I had read Dragonfly in Amber twice and had those scenes and lines that I couldn’t wait to see.
I remember reading and envisioning Master Raymond with his frog-like appearance. When he heals Claire after the loss of Faith was just so spiritual and super natural that I couldn’t imagine how it would translate to the screen, but it was everything I hoped for.
“Now,” he said softly. “Call him. Call the red man. Call him.”
His healing of her was described beautifully from the cupping of her breast where her child would have fed, to the reaching into her womb and cleansing her internally. It had the possibility to go so wrong or be too graphic, but it was perfectly done.
For those who would like to or have not read the passage, I’ll put it under the cut.
AJ Styles/OC. For Anon: AJ is talking about how much he wants to beat up
John Cena in a promo. Reader is in the background and mumbles something to her
friend to the effect of wanting to beat off him
(AJ), but you don’t see her talking about it 24-7. He hears it and after the
promo wraps… your sinful magic happens.
Do you have any tips for writing so you don't use "as" because I've noticed I tend to do it a lot while writing
I thought I had the manuscript with all the “as”’s circled, but apparently I only saved the one where he circled every time I used a variation of “grin”, which was nine times in one chapter if you cared to know! 😂
But I did some looking through some very old e-mails and I actually found the original first draft and I compared that to the edits I made! Soo!!
His grin went tight as he drummed his hands over the top of the door. “Well, aren’t you charming.”
His grin went tight. He drummed his fingers over the top of the door. “Well, aren’t you charming.”
I felt my eyes bug out of my head as I quickly covered myself with the shirt in my hands.
My eyes, now, were bugging out of my head. I covered myself with the shirt in my hands.
On her other side, Camille hummed lowly as she cradled her mug.
On her other side, Camille hummed lowly while she cradled her mug.
A/N: Sooo, I found this in my drafts and i honestly don’t even remember writing this LOL So i really don’t know what to expect, i just skimmed through this and it looks meh, sooooooo since i feel bad for not update one of my other fics today, you guys can enjoy this! :)
Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Warning: a little smut??? swearing
Word Count: 1800
September 30th 2005
“So what did John say?”
“He’s got a hunt or two to finish up, so to just finish up this one and give him a call” Dean turned his head, his eyes meeting yours directly with an evil smirk on his face “So that means we can have a little fun in the back seat if baby”
You lifted your hands to cover your now crimson red cheeks “Dean!” You giggled out
He wiggled his eyebrows at you “Come on baby, i know you want some of this”
You gave him a little push in the shoulder, being gentle due to the fact he was driving, even if it was down a back road “I always want some of that Dean”
He made a quick turn to the right into the trees, turning off baby, his pupils now fully dialated “Is that so?”
You bit your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible knowing that was always your best game play, nodding your head diverting your eyes to his bulge growing in his pants. He let out a deep groan before picking grabbing your legs and flipping you so you were laying on your back in the front of baby, he grabbed your legs wrapping them around his waist, hovering over top of you, an inch away from your face, his eyes roaming your face, before leaning down giving you a soft gentle kiss he pulled away leaning towards your ear lowly whispering “I want you….so bad” that was all he had to say to get you going, you ripped off his shirt running your hands down his chest stopping right before his pant line, biting your lip again slowly rubbing the bulge on the outside of his pants, earning another moan from him, his lips instantly connected to yours, his hands roaming your entire body, breaking apart for a split second just to remove your shirt and bra, after that his lips were back on yours.
Shortly after you unbuckled his belt, he kicked his pants of the best he could in the small space you were in, his fingers were tugging at the belt holes in your jeans, taking your hand off of his cheek you undid your jean button, as his right hand left your breast to pull your pants down, at the same time as your panties. He wasted no time with using his fingers inserting them in and out of you making you moan in pleasure, he leaned down whispering “God baby, you’re so wet” Making you moan even more, he took his fingers out and started rubbing circles on your clit.
“d-dean” You stuttered out
“Yeah baby?” Smirking down at you knowing what he was doing to you, but every time you guys ended up here, which was a lot might i add, he only wanted to hear those three words.
“I want you, god Dean, p-please”
“Anything for you princess”
And with that his underwear was off and he was in your faster than you could blink, his thrust started slow and rough, then started to pick up in pace and get gentle, you leaving long scratches on his back, and him hand prints on your waist from gripping you too hard, like always.
“Dean..” You moaned out
You bit your lip nodding at the man above you.
“Y/n” He moaned out “Now” and with that you both let go at the same time, he went limp on you, both of you covered in sweat, baby’s windows foggy, you giggled, Dean pushed himself up giving you a gentle peck on the forehead, than nose, both cheeks, before looking deep in your eyes, kissing you lips softly pulling away “I love you y/n”
“I love you Dean”
And that, that was the last time he ever said ‘I love you’ That was the last good moment you guys had together before everything went spiraling out of control.
You’ve been sitting in your truck now for about 15 minutes debating whether or not to you were going in the dinner a few feet ahead of you.
You never were a coward or lacked confidence, but when it came to this certain time anxiety was running all the way through your veins. Not just the diner was a few feet infront of you m, but so was Dean, a man you haven’t seen in about 10 years. You mind was racing at your last time seeing him, you loved him, you still did love him it might of been 10 years but he was your first love, your first everything.
“Ow!” You mumbled when you chewed your nail shorter than you intended to, you sighed hitting your wheel a few times grumbling “Come on y/n this isn’t you” You checked your hair and makeup in the rearview mirror, stepping out of your truck slamming the door shut, mumbling curse words under your breath, you would have gone to a different diner but this was the only one for miles, and it just so happened to be the one that the demons you were hunting were meeting at.
You opened the front door the diner and the bell above rung signaling that they had another customer. The waitress was cleaning the front counter but still looked up from counter to give you a big smile greeting you with a southern accent.
Maneuvering around a few tables, you picked the booth the furtherest away from Dean, ordering a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a vanilla milkshake. You could see the demon’s conversing directly in the center of the room, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could feel them grower suspicious so you looked away diverting your attention to the waitress you could see bringing your food this way, you smiled at her while she was placing it down “Thank you” Pausing to look over at her name tag “Sara, thank you Sara” She gave you a small smile “You’re welcome” before turning away.
15 minutes into your time at the diner and not much has changed, you were about half way through your burger, all your fries gone and have drank about quarter of your milkshake, your eyes glancing between both Dean and the demons every now and then.
God he hasn’t changed that much, he still had those ever so kissable lips, his hairstyle hasn’t changed and that made you giggle, his still had those crinkles by his eyes when he smiled, he still did those pouty lips when he was angry, and lastly he still did love his pie. He has aged quite a bit which is bound to happen, it has been ten years. He no longer had the twinkle in his eyes you loved, there was more wrinkles on his face than you last remembered, he looked tired and worn out but this job did this to anyone who has been in it as long as the both of you, most hunters never make it this long and you were honestly surprised you were still here let alone Dean. You heard the stories, the rumours about the Winchesters over the years, you still kept tabs on him every once in awhile, even though you knew he didn’t do the same.
The only time you stopped keeping tabs on him is when you went to purgatory or when you were in hell for 80 years, or well 8 months our time and let me tell you, was that the longest you went. Both him and his younger brother names were mentioned down in hell every now and then which was nothing new, those two were famous and well known.
You were brought back to reality when there was a loud crash and all the glassware on everyone’s table broke into a million pieces, you quickly reached for your gun shoved in the band at the back of your jeans and bringing it around to the right side of you where no one would see it, you scooched closer to the inside of the booth keeping your head down staying out of it until it was absolutely necessary for you to jump in. Not long after the demons kill everyone in sight one by one, except the Winchesters.
It seems like Dean and his younger brother had sorta the same idea, except they jumped straight to the action, both of them with their guns pointed straight at the demons who were circling the table they were once sat at in the middle, eyes black and snickering “I thought you guys knew by now, those things don’t work on us” Laughing the two of them on the outside flicked the hands motioning towards the back wall that was filled with picture frames of Elvis Presley which smashed to pieces after both brother were thrown at the wall “Fucking idiots” you mumbled, sighing decided now was probably a good time considering the other two hunters were now just as useless as the broken picture frames on the wall.
“No, but these will” You lifted up your gun letting three shots out, nailing each demon in the upper shoulder, watching them fall to the ground screaming in pain as Dean and Sam dropped to the floor, dusting themselves off.
“Thanks” Sam spoke giving you a smile, which you returned with a nod.
You could feel Dean’s eyes roaming your body all over, his eyes never leaving you.
“Would you like to do the honours?” You questioned them, but mostly directing it towards Sam.
He gave you smile and started to read out your typical exorcism, while he was doing that, you went back over to your table to pick up the other half of your burger, eating it while Sam finished up. Once he did he made his way towards you.
“So, I’m Sam and this is Dean” He spoke for the both of them, you nodded about to open your mouth to speak when Dean took the words right out of your mouth.
“Y/n…” Dean breathed out
Sam’s eyes looked between both Dean and you, lifting his finger to point between you both, “Uh you two know each other?” He questioned
“We did” You spoke up, pausing for a brief moment before continuing “I gotta get going, other things to hunt, people to save, it was nice meeting you Sam, Dean” You gave him a small smile and Dean a slight nod before heading out of the diner, once again leaving the only man you ever loved behind.
There are so few people that you meet in life that give you that feeling that you’ve found a real unique, original person. Harris Wittels was one of those and we lost him yesterday. He was 30 years old. I’ve been devastated.
I’m still waiting for the other phone call to let me know that Harris is okay and this was all a horrible misunderstanding. I don’t know when my brain is going to be able to process the terrible feeling that fills my heart with dread and my eyes with tears every 20 seconds when I realize this very special person is really gone.
So, I wanted to write something to share my stories about Harris and what he meant to me.
I first knew Harris as a standup. I’d have him open shows quite a bit, and he was always fantastic. As his career as a writer took off, he got busy. He’d say that he didn’t have time or wasn’t working on standup at the time. Sadly, he had just started back working his standup, which made me thrilled as a fan. His standup, like he his real life personality, was open, honest (way more honest than how most people refer to “honest” in their standup) and hilarious.
As a writer, we worked on two films that never saw the light of day. The first was Olympic Sized Asshole. The premise was Danny McBride and I were two best friends who lived in SC who’s girlfriends had a three way with a super handsome star Olympic athlete (think Channing Tatum). We did a rough outline of it together and then Harris went off to write the script.
Around this time in my career, I was very puzzled by film scripts. None of the ones I read ever made me laugh. I figured that I must not know how to read scripts properly. Maybe these things were funnier in person than on the page.
Then I got Harris’ first draft of Olympic.
Every page had a huge laugh. I couldn’t believe it. Jody Hill and I called each other and were just rolling about our favorite jokes.
I was DYING.
Here’s a little chunk I found looking through old notes. The script was just full of great jokes like this:
Another bit I loved was when Danny’s character and my character pitch a business idea in the beginning of the movie.
There was also a part that would be played by Paul Giamatti. I think this was something he just added as a last minute addition that wasn’t even in the outline.
Eventually the project faded away as many movie projects tend to do.
But, after that, any time I worked on anything, I insisted that Harris Wittels be one of the writers. He was the first name I asked for every time. When I worked on the MTV Movie Awards. Those Randy videos for Funny People. Anytime I did a dumb commercial. Any time I needed to get joke writers, I always asked for Harris to help because he was truly the best of the best. And I was so lucky that he always said yes.
Most jokes when read by “comedy people” don’t get a laugh per se. You just read it and go, “Oh that’s funny” and you understand it would get a laugh. You eventually just know how jokes are constructed and you aren’t as easily surprised. Harris was part of that rare breed where you wouldn’t see his shit coming. His jokes were so weird, unexpected, often brilliantly dumb that they were in that ultra-exclusive club of ones that made comedy people laugh — and laugh hard. This was why Harris was such a go-to for everyone. Anyone that was ever in a writers room with him knew he was probably the funniest comedy writer out there. He was just a machine.
Remember the Obama-Galifianakis Funny or Die video?
Galifianakis: So are you gonna run a third time?
Obama: I don’t think that’d be a very good idea. That’d be like making a third Hangover movie.
I thought that was by far the best joke in that thing and maybe any thing I watched last year. I found out today that it was a Wittels original. Of course.
Harris was also known as “the chuffah king.” Chuffah is the random nonsense characters in a scene talk about before getting to the meat of it that leads to story. Here’s one of the best chuffah moments from Parks from the “Hunting Season” episode:
Tom: Your favorite kind of cake can’t be birthday cake, that’s like saying your favorite kind of cereal is breakfast cereal.
Donna: I love breakfast cereal.
Harris excelled at coming up with hilarious, random nonsense like this. It was a tool that no one else seemed to have. I’m not a big podcast listener, but today I found out this was also kind of the fuel for Harris Foam Corner (or Phone Corner) from Comedy Bang Bang podcast, here’s a playlist that is filled with this kind of hilarious/awful nonsense from Harris: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBB4729D88A16451A
Here’s some highlights I found on Tumblr today:
“One time I said to a guy that, ‘I loved learning new things. I’m a bit of an infomaniac.’ And he thought I said NYMPHOMANIAC….so he fucked me. And I said ‘No, no no…I said INFO. I’m an INFOmaniac’ And he said ‘Well, here’s some info…you just got fucked. Clean yourself up.’”
“I hate smoking sections. Unless it’s Jim Carrey’s The Mask. Then the smoking section is my favorite part!”
“I’m not getting married until gay people can get married. Because I’m gay.”
Imagine being around a guy who was this uniquely silly all the damn time. That’s what it was like being in a writers room with Harris. It was just bullshit like this non-stop. And it was the best.
After we failed to get Olympic off the ground, we had another idea called BIG TIME. This was about myself and another guy becoming super famous after a video of us saving a bunch of little black kids from a burning fire went viral. Again the plan was that Harris and I would draft a story (this time with our friend Jason Woliner) and then Harris would bang out the script.
One of my favorite Harris stories was before writing this script we’d pitch the story to studios. In one part of the pitch, we had a bit where the two leads became quasi-famous and started attending B-level celeb parties. In describing this scene in our practice session, Harris would say, “Guys like Chris Pontius would be there.” I’d say, “Alright Harris, none of these execs know who Chris Pontius from Jackass is, don’t say that.”
At that point, he knew he had me. Every pitch, and keep in mind these are important pitches with studio heads, etc. - I would lead and then as soon as I got to that scene, he would throw it in with glee, “you know, guys like Pontius would be there.” He even dropped the Chris and was just saying Pontius. Last name only. Jason and I were dying.
Then, in an even more absurd move, he added a second part to this bit. During the pitch, he started saying, "then the guys get famous and they do all the talk shows Letterman… Conan… Pontius Tonight…” To be clear, Pontius Tonight is a fictional show hosted by Chris Pontius that he made up just to make me laugh/fume. He said that execs would assume this was a real thing as to not seem out of touch. It was great. Harris would rather make all of us laugh than worry about jeopardizing these meetings.
He really seemed to relish getting laughs out of other comedians. Last night, the Parks writers staff and other friends shared Harris stories. One of my favorites was there was a serious email from NBC about a big sexual harassment seminar. Serious execs are CC’d along with Harris and the writers. Harris writes back, REPLY ALL, with this gem — now keep in mind EVERYONE is on this email, all the crew, so many higher level producers and execs, here we go:
As both our movies fizzled, Harris and I worked together on Parks and Rec. I was so thrilled when he got hired to be a writer and the episodes where he was on set were ones I looked forward to. A writer on set would pitch alternate jokes and help you if you didn’t feel a scene didn’t work, who better than Harris in that situation. Talking to other writers on the show today, it was clear Harris’ contribution to the world of Pawnee was immense. I’m sure he wrote many of the lines that made you laugh throughout the show.
Harris also eventually acted in the show as one of the animal control guys. Go on YouTube and watch this compilation, he is so hilarious in it:
I also want to say, besides being so unbelievably hilarious, Harris was truly a sweet guy. He was so lovable even when saying the most disgusting things. You just couldn’t help but love him. He had the most ridiculous opinions on everything from food to dating to music and he’d defend them to no end. He loved to make ridiculous boast that he insisted he could achieve. Here are a few that I compiled:
- Do as good a job as Trent Reznor scoring “The Social Network” - Play against the Lakers and juke NBA point guard Steve Blake - Hit an NBA 3-pointer - Play right field in a Major League Baseball game, and catch a pop-up, and easily throw it back to the infield - Act as well as any actor - Every girl has, at minimum, a 20% crush on him
He was once adamant that he could taste the difference between all the major water bottle brands - and he did! He also once claimed he could beat anyone in the entire Parks offices at arm wrestling. Mike Schur gleefully egged him on: “Really, Harris? Anyone?” Harris said, “Yeah.” Then Mike beckoned John Valerio — a giant, muscular man with enormous arms – who worked in the editing department. Harris: “Shit! I forgot about Valerio. Come on, man!” Nevertheless, Harris went through with the match, put up a good fight, and was extremely gracious in defeat.
He was also kind of an odd ladies man in a way. Not blessed with a tall stature and traditional handsome guy stuff, he was able to transcend it all by being charming in an adorable/silly way. He was a romantic at heart. He once had a really big date. Someone way out of his league. His move - show up with a box of Russell Stovers chocolates. You know, the brand of chocolates of you get when you really want to impress a girl. He also once sent an e-vite to a girl’s heart. She declined. He once proposed to a woman on G-Chat. Genuinely.
Here’s some other random things I loved about him: He loved 311 and knew that the bassist’s name was P-Nut. He once had dinner with my parents and I in New York at a fancy restaurant and showed up in a suit that was 5 sizes too big. He looked like a kid dressing up in his dad’s clothes. Afterwards he turned to me and said, “Hey man, can you help me get a suit that fits?” His Tinder profile said, “I make money. I’ll buy you a couch.” We asked him why and he said, “Girls love couches.” He would always order the most unabashedly unhealthy, grossest thing at lunch. The most legendary being a burger he once ordered at Parks that had fried egg, bacon, avocado, onion rings (these are ON the burger FYI), BBQ sauce, and monterey jack cheese. He would take 4 things of mozzarella string cheese, line ‘em up, and melt it in the microwave. And then he’d eat this with a fork for a snack. I would always try to order healthy. Once I suggested a vegetarian place. After the email went out, I got a text from him “Guys this vegan place is an atrocity. Please reconsider.” He once left the writers office for lunch to eat at his house and texted my brother Aniz that he was “making Chili’s leftovers at home.” It really made me laugh that he chose the word “making” to describe heating up disgusting leftovers. He loved Chili’s but could never get anyone to join him. He would often go on solo missions. He once went to Chili’s by himself in Encino and Joe Mande asked him why Encino and not the closer one in Inglewood. He said, “The good one’s in Encino, you gotta go out to Encino.”
Weirdly, besides Parks, a lot of the stuff we worked on together never made it out into the world.
Another harsh part of this tragedy is that was all about to change. Around the time Parks was ending, I started developing a new project with my friend Alan Yang, another writer on Parks. Immediately, we knew we wanted Harris to help us write it. We were lucky to get him on board and for the past 5 months or so, he’s been an integral part of this new project. He worked tirelessly and was a leader on our staff and we were all thrilled to be doing this thing that was actually going forward.
We knew Harris had issues with addiction but things were pointing in the right direction. He was getting treatment and focused on his career and the opportunities ahead. It all seemed to point in the right direction. We were all about to move to New York together in March to have great fun and make great work. He was excited. I was excited. It all seemed perfect. He just found an apartment on Monday.
Then, I got the most horrific phone call yesterday. I couldn’t comprehend it.
This week I spent a lot of time with Harris. On Monday he drove me to a dinner we were having. His iPod was on shuffle and every fucking song was a different Phish bootleg. I kept forcing him to skip until it was Phish maybe covering another more tolerable band’s song. Then we hit a band called Pralines and Dick. I told him this was particularly bad. He let me know it was his high school jam band and warned me about the upcoming 5 minute funk breakdown. I couldn’t help but enjoy it.
I was so excited for what was ahead for Harris. I knew he was going to really explode after this new project. The little bit of Wittels comedy out there was just the tip of the tip of the iceberg. He had so much more to give and I was so excited for him. He seemed to be turning things around. He me asked for help finding a nutritionist. He said he knew nothing about nutrition. I informed him that I could confirm Chili’s is pretty bad for you. He even reluctantly ordered the “vegan bowl” for lunch the day before he passed when we were all writing together.
My last memory of him was from that day.
We were punching up a script. In punch up, you’re just trying to beat jokes that maybe aren’t landing. Everyone contributes and tries to beat the joke and you leave the best one in. But for us, what would happen is basically, all the writers would pitch something, then Harris would chime in with something so bizarre and hilarious, it would either make it in, or make us laugh and we’d agree it was the most hilarious, but probably too crazy. That last day, I remember I hit a line and we needed a better joke, I was exhausted. I turned to Harris and just wanted him to fix it so we could move on. I yelled “Harris! I need you, get off your phone. Make this joke better, fix it please.” And, of course, he did.
Bye Harris. I miss you and I’m glad I got to enjoy your genuinely amazing and original presence. I wish I got to you know even more. I hope people reading this realize what a incredibly unique man you were, and what brutal a loss it is for those who knew you and also for those who never had the pleasure. This has been so hard to write because I just keep wanting to add more and more stories and more jokes and more everything, but I’d never be able to finish it. You are far too special to sum up in any kind of piece like this. You were one of the best and we all will miss you.
Words could not escape the tightness in his chest and the flat line his lips formed, but they fell through his eyes in the form of tears. Thankfully, they blended with the light drizzle of rain that tried to kiss his redden cheeks better. Newt stood there with collar up, case in hand, and did a quick turn to continue walking down the street. Before Tina could break her kiss shared with another man that was rumored to be courting her.
He had heard from Jacob that Tina had found a companion and found interest in him, but Newt never took the words to heart. The one that was laying loyally on the pavement floor, shattered now as the rain washed it down the water drain. Newt kept walking forward with no sense of destination or direction. Eyes focused on a memory that seemed to be a dream now as he looked passed the crowded streets of New York. His ears could only hear the soft rumble of rain turning into a storm. He felt his heart match the swift pace of his feet as they began to pick up faster down the street. It looked as if he was late for a job offer or he was trying to catch the next train to a far off land where Tina was still waiting for him.
That was not the reality though, and as grand as the city was, with every turn of the corner there was a reminder of her. The gray coats, leathered boots, hotdog stand, laughter of other women seemed to tease him as it felt the world was spinning too fast. Confused, heartbroken, eyes refused to show any remorse as they allowed all the words he couldn’t say fall onto the cold wet concrete floor.
“Newt!” He heard a familiar voice from behind, “Hey! Newt! Wait up pal!” It was Jacob, the man who warned him before hand, but he never gave mind to. “Hey, it’s good to see you back-”
Once Newt turned he dropped his case and hugged his friend dearly. Crying out on his shoulder in public, not caring what others thought of the display. Newt only felt every dam in him break as he hiccuped out words.
“You were right Jacob. She’s moved on.”
Jacob finally understood as he slowly wrapped his arms around his english friend. Giving him a soft embrace he allowed the tears to fall as it reminded him of his little brother he once held the same way. When he experienced his first heartbreak.
“Come on buddy, let’s go have a drink.”
Newt picked up his case and the two walked in the rain side by side down the streets. Being watered by the sky above them as the storm rumbled it’s song.
Looking through my drafts and I found this picture of Floran x3 It’s really not a masterpiece but it’s not the worst either. I’m just not much of a fan of this color combination xDD Anyway, I think it fits this Spring season
I don’t know if this was already translated, but I was looking through my files and found an interview with Ohtaka from 2013 and discarded djinn equip designs for the Kou brothers. They appeared in a booklet that came with the magazine:
A discarded design for Astaroth djinn equip:
Aladdin: ‘On the right is Astaroth djinn equip that appeared in the story and below is a discarded draft. The motif behind the discarded one is a combination of a dragon and a skeleton, and it looks totally cool.’
On the current Astaroth djinn equip:
‘I was lost on the djinn equip for Kouen. I thought about the upcoming developments and imagined how Alibaba, Sinbad and Kouen will look like standing next to each other. I made sure not to have their colors overlap with each other. It makes one wants to see how they’ll look like in color standing next to each other isn’t it? Maybe someday.
A discarded draft for Dantalion djinn equip:
Aladdin: ‘in the image above are two rough sketches for Koumei. Tengu was the inspiration behind them. In here he’s holding his trademark fan as well. I wanted to see it in action, and it’s a shame that they ended up discarding it.’
Leraje djinn equip
Aladdin: ‘the author likes this one as well. I’m amazed by how intricate in their design the accessories on his waist and limbs are. The motif was the grim reaper+metal.’