I’ve been noodling away at some ideas for the next Object Head zine, I really like the idea of drawing something to do with magical girls and desserts. One of my favourite things is designing the outfits!
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toucans being nonmember and going for 15-20 diamonds in the diamond shop, nonmembers finally get a GOOD goal (like not fucking pigs or 8712 den portals) to work towards diamond wise + a nm flying animal, said flying animal is more expensive than usual so members might not be able to get it or pick it over the others w/o extra diamonds so even more $ profit $ for AJ
not to mention the toucans are tiny and shit looks weird on them so ???do your thing AJHQ
Summary: Kook is given a job by V that is a little different from the usual ones…
He listed off the item in his head, shuffling through the duffle bag strewn open on the floor.
“Bunny boy,” V called. “Come to me for your assignment.”
Kook rose from his kneeling position and stretched. A weary groan left his lips and he felt his joints crack.
V heard the noises and winced.
“You need to rest. You’ll mess up your work if you don’t take care of your health.”
Kook shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m fine,” he said. “What’s the assignment you have for me?”
V looked at Kook for a little while until a wicked smile ghosted his thin lips. He pulled an envelope from an inner pocket of his blazer and pressed it into Kook’s chest.
“Target is a white female, roughly into her early thirties. Blonde hair and dark eyes. She’s going to be attending a banquet here in Seoul tonight for the inauguration of new president for a rising software company.”
Kook nodded and opened the envelope. The contents were to the usual protocol: headshot of the target, address, description of target’s background, and the description of the job. He read them over quickly but his eyes froze at a line on the job description.
When his gaze flew to V’s, he could see V’s golden eyes churning like a glass of champagne.
“What’s wrong?” V laughed, pushing a finger against his lips to surpress a smile.
“It says here the only way to get her alone…” Jungkook began.
“…is to seduce her. She’s a bit of a cougar,” V finished, smile apparent.
Kook’s face scrunched more and V chuckled more. His long fingers rose to the younger man’s face and his thumbs rubbed at the creases of his forehead.
“Relax, bunny,” V said. “You can do it.”
He leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to Kook’s forehead that lingered on his skin a bit too long.
“You’ll be fine. You’re good at what you do.”
The manner in which V spoke to him made feel as if he was taking in drops of a sweet and sickly drug; just enough to keep him wanting more but sadly V always made sure that he didn’t give Kook too much.
He only just moved into the vacant apartment across from you, and
already he’s dropped two of his boxes and broke about half of his dishes.
“Um, excuse me?” you say carefully, stepping out of your room. “Do
you, uh, need help?” You gesture to the great stacks and rows of boxes that
line his doorway.
He turns and looks at you in surprise, and you swear to god
his face is the cutest thing you’ve seen in a long while. “Wh-Oh, yeah, I mean,
if you want, yeah,” he sputters. “That’d be uh, really great.” Awkwardly, he
reaches up to scratch the back of his head, shooting a few glances towards the
makeshift trashcan. It’s already half full with broken items.
You laugh and head over to one end of the stack, lifting up a
cardboard box. “So where do you want me to put this?”
He looks over at you, and then points to the staircase. “You can
leave it there, if you want. I’ll bring the box up later.”
Betsy practising balancing more difficult items on her head. It’s so hard for her! She stays perfectly still for as long as she can while I try to balance something so that it doesn’t fall. Then I have to step back and get a photo before it slips off.
This box fell a second after taking the photo but she works so hard to balance it, poor baby !
I am not holding the box up out of frame, she’s just keeping her head perfectly still so that it doesn’t fall
Hannibal enters the shop, beige Merino wool suit emphasizing every single graceful contour of the doctor’s healthy and athletic body. Like always, he looks both charming and completely in control of his movements, entirely comfortable in his own skin.
There are numerous crystals on the shelves, among other fascinating items, but he heads towards the back of the vast chamber, to the incense section. For a few moments, the doctor is content to just analyze the contents before picking up a few dried bouquets of Amaranth and two tiny bottles of essential oil.
Pleased with the acquisitions, Hannibal then turns around and takes two long strides in order to reach the counter and place the products on it. A large bill is then slipped from inside the wallet neatly tucked in hi breast pocket and set on the wooden polished surface.