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tugs his hair a lil
wh at DI DYOU JU ST DO??? WHAT DID YOU J UST DO ??? I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW....... I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW MY HAIR IS A FU CKING WOR K OF SO LOM ON HIM S ELF AND YOU PU T YOUR FU CK ING WRINKLY ASS GRANDMA LADY FI NG ERS IN M Y GLO R IO US... MANE..... LIS TE N... LISTEN THI S IS N’T EVEN MY FI N AL F ORM I’LL DESTROY YOU DO IT A G AIN B IT CH JU ST TRY M EE
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jiyeshu
THERE it is once more —— that sloping grin, those ruby sparks of soaring delight, a lackadaisical twitch to his position; it all reminds kouen of the feline mischief judal always carried with him like a minstrel’s lute, all so unsettling and grating and terribly enervating that it’s almost impossible to keep him caged in a fenced playground. it would’ve killed him by now if he wasn’t so used to the magi and his whimsical demands, but perhaps, after so many years of keeping an eye on him and tolerating this holistic torture, it is better to say that everything about this is perfectly normal.
a growing want to keep judal silenced leaps up from his throat the moment the magi took kouen’s seat, messed his desk with those dirty feet, and slapped an absurd challenge; but kouen keeps the urge shut away with a firm lock of his lips, the narrowing of his eyes making it evident that the prince finds no point in playing the same game; there are better things to be done than the pointlessness of his provocation. for example…
‘ if you have this much energy to talk and spit demands and threats… ’ he grunts as he aims and tosses the scroll at judal’s ridiculous hair. ‘ why don’t you try and read for ONCE before claiming it’s not good? it’s not as if you’ll find it entertaining to listen to me read. you’ll just probably leave and torment servants for peaches, anyway. ’ and even if he denies it, judal might just up and sneak away since he never found the prince’s hobbies to be amusing and worthy of his attention.
lithe body visibly flinches upon a rather heavy scroll making contact with his head--sincerely, fuck this guy's perfect aim--and irritation rises considerably, fists shaking in a bout of childish anger. he has half a mind to turn around, pick up the fallen scroll and fling it at him, but even he understands the futility of such an action. kouen, infuriating as he was, would anticipate such an action, especially from the priest. after all, most within the empire would not describe their oracle as having an endless reservoir of patience.
ah, it's inevitable... this man was only interesting when placed upon a battlefield. it was odd, how suddenly he’d decided the first prince--someone he’d once so sincerely desired to destroy the world with--only appealed to him now in the manner of a corpse, laid mangled and bloodied before him. to fell the flame emperor would certainly be exhilarating !
there’s a brief growl that emits from the magi’s lips before he bends over and picks the scroll up between index and thumb, rolling it open with a wave of his hand. “you know what... you’re right,” he coos, clearing his throat before reading his own version of history. “once upon a time, there was a piece of shit prince named kouen. he was super powerful and strong, but it didn’t fucking matter because he wasted all of his potential sitting in his room, reading dusty old scrolls in some stupid language that’s as obsolete as the shit ass goatee on his face. so the great and mighty magi judal, noticing how sad the other kou royals were because their brother was such a little bitch, took pity on them and beat idiot kouen up. then he stole all of his peaches.”
eyes flit upwards, expression deadpan. “how’s that?”
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&the slight focus that could be mustered in this situation wavers– it trembles along with the resolve of keeping any sort of composure near Judal the moment skin welcomes the attention given; as a result, there is a release of shaky breath instantly tailed by an impromptu groan. Not only is his boyfriend a cheater, but also a total jerk about it.
“What do you mean? I drank—you never stated the amount I had to drink.” As it should have been expected, complaints fall easily from semi parted lips until the second sentence is heard; it worsens Ja’far’s mood, and he glares. “You’re just cheating now. That one is damn obvious.” No matter how much the undeniable tricks get under his skin, though, the challenge still exists and retreat would be unforgivable, let alone shameful. Precisely due to that fact, another sip of the alcoholic beverage is taken, much bigger than the attempted failure from moments ago; truth be told, it might as well be the equivalent of three full intakes. Displeasure appears in the form of a minor coughing fit, eventually dissipating into a groaned noise.
[ of course, now the turn belongs to Ja’far ]
— and as figure shifts closer against Judal’s, bits of mischief coat the following words: “Never have I ever pranked my boyfriend.” Preemptively, a chuckle wanders out, while hand holds the bottle to his partner’s lips, in conjunction with a peck given to a cheek.
a sudden laugh coupled alongside a grin is the only feasible reaction he can muster as he watches the other's composure crumble, an impressive victory for the young delinquent. ja'far--too often a vivid example of stoicism--is difficult to unravel, a challenge to process. thus, causing his mask to fall, even for just the b r i e f e s t of moments, is far too fulfilling for its own good. it's practically obnoxious.
"cheating?" he asks, words exaggerated as if he'd taken offense, "why, i'd never ! cheating is a horrible thing to do ! besides, everyone knows you're supposed to drink more than a baby sip for never have i ever, it's like an unspoken law of the universe or... something. you know, like two plus two equals four, gravity, the fact that you have an amazing ass, and that i'm really amazing and incredible and perfection incarnate. are you getting it now?"
he knows for a fact that freckles is far from 'getting it.' lips part to speak again, but snap immediately shut at ja'far's next words, a childish pout replacing the former grin.
"what the fuck? i've never pranked you. i'm always totally honest about everything i do--don't look at me like that." a few seconds of silence pass between them before judal lets out a groan, grasping the neck of the bottle with one hand and taking a quick swig--unfortunately, the kiss to his cheek only drives the feeling of defeat further in. still, he has no intentions of allowing his ego to be crushed any more than it already has been by this man.
"never have i ever dated someone seven years younger than me."
#utsarga#au.#{ hi i'm late }#{ KINDA LIKE THE USPS }#{ for how long will our date be postponed im laughing forever and ever gb }#{ jafar ur bf is trash }#{ pls kill him y/y????? }#{ BAE LOOK }#{ THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT THIS UPDATE }#{ IS THAT WE CAN NOW USE <3 }#{ I'M SO }#goddess.#{ .... i didn't change the tags look @ them lolololol }#{ this so old THIS THREAD IS OLD IT'S LITERALLY MORE THAN A YEAR OLD }#{ but here we are :)))) }#{ tell me bae which is more likely }#{ you scouting a UR from a soloyolo or me posting a reply to a thread??? }#{ THIS HALLOWEEN... FOR SURE... }
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Hakuryuu: what do you think of my mom
Judal: sexy bitch who needs to die
Hakuryuu *grabs all the nearby breadsticks*: Judal let's go
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burgrs1994-deactivated20151224
hi im here to ruin everything
Anonymous asked:
"Hello, my black sun~" (fallen-matriarch)
–and it can only be expected… the sudden surge of b i l e that rises to his throat at this hag’s mere presence, sullied rukh overpowering even the likes of his. the sickeningly sweet lilt her voice carries, the “a f f e c t i o n a t e” little nickname she’s so graciously blessed him with–the priest’s desire to vomit only heightens, and visions of her drowning in a pool of her own blood dance across his mind with renewed excitement.
he’ll have a shit ton of fun when the time to kill this witch comes.
‘ hah? whadd’ya want? ‘ any retorts regarding disdain for the expression of ownership she’s made are bit back, and arms cross with as much calm as can be mustered. ‘ you don’t usually come to me just to talk. if there’s something you want me to do, just come out and say it. ‘
#fallenmatriarch#ic.#prayers. ;#{ i juST }#{ I REALLY LIKE...... }#{ the dynamic between judal and gyokuen????????? }#{ heLLO FRIEND (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ }#{ my writing's rusty af but ye ;;;;;;; }#{ oh and i hope u don't mind but this was answered under the assumption gyokuen had yet to die haha ;; }#{ not that anyone thinks she's actually dead lmao }
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ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴜɴ
SENDS MY URL FUCKIN
MY FAVORITE OBAMA!!! NATE!!!! MY MAN!!! MY PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY PERFECTION INCARNATE!!!!! yo tho...... yo sit down......... sit down and li s t e n............... listen i could tell you how gr8 u are and how ur writing is proof that the lord blesses us all and also IM SO GLAD YOU PICKED UP YAMU AND HAKURYUU AND ARE DOING THEM JUSTICE or maybe you haven’t been on them in a while too but like........... i feel u................... but just talkin to you and hearin your thoughts about them I KNOW how much effort and thought you put into this stuff you dont just randomly make a blog no sir U WORK THAT SHIT U KNOW UR CHARACTER U KNOW HOW THEY WORK AND EVEN THEN YOU R ALWAYS LEARNING SOMETHING NEW AND IT SHOWS IN UR WRITING I LOVE IT???? PLS TELL ME MORE ABOUT YAMU AND HER FUCKING TERRIBLE FATE (nd jafar) TELL ME MORE ABOUT WHAT FUCKING TRASH HAKURYUU IS TELL ME!!! ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KOUGYOKU BEING A FUCKIN QUEEN!!!! and you also feel me on shit abt the magi verse and how fked up it is and i luv talkin to u bcos......... we r able to have serious conversations about this series that has killed me forever eternally............. and i just like how in depth you go and your dedication and i just............ i wanna write w/ u......... but ik u hate judal :( pls keep being my friendo and send me more smoke weed every day things
/sends my url through a blazing hot meteor tbh ok this is late but fljgldf
k ik the thing said voice recording but like………… i tried………………………. and i sounded rly dumb so like…………………. ima just tell u………. basically if there was a group of like seven cats you would no doubt be the coolest……. actually maybe even eight out of eight whole ENTIRE CATS you r the coolest cat. congratulations. AHAHAHHAAH i haven’t been here in so long but i remember i looked up to your kouen so much and your writing was flawless like you knew how to do it perfectly like it never breached into purple prose but it was beautiful and descriptive and perrrrfection honestly and you understood/UNDERSTAND kouen so well you’re the fave you’re a bae you’re like nicki minaj only with a goatee????????????????????? do u think kouen has a nice butt……… personally i think it’s prolly flat af…………………… also your graphics/theme/icons um wow uh so like my eyes just had at least seventy orgasms GIVE ME UR TALENT THO FFFFFK. jelly of u bcos i wanna be a cool cat too also make sure kouen feeds judal at least TWENTY FIVE HUNDRED peaches a day or the kou empire will die u have -.2 seconds to send this message to 20 other ppl or judal will come back down to earth and braid kouens goatee BETTER HURRRYYYYY
Anonymous asked:
Yoo. What's ur other blogs?
{ weeaboo trash blog 4 ur convenience }
{ i!!! have not!!!!!! BEEN HERE!!!!! }
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akarenkou
"Hey, we didn’t agree on violence!" He yells, though his reflexes kicks in immediately; before he can take too much damage. Kouha stomps on the raven’s foot to distract him even marginally, because one moment was all he needed to release himself from the grip. "Tch, what a cheater.” He retorts— not much of one, admittedly, but that doesn’t stop him from breaking boundaries himself.
"If you want to go there, there’s no turning back!" Kouha uses their height difference, his stature being useful for once, to headbutt the other and then steal his wand. How was that for revenge?
"Hahaha, of course I am! Do praise me more, Judal.” He smiles coyly, fully aware that this was the exact opposite reaction from what the magi was prepared to receive. ”Nah, it’d only crash and burn with you in it.”
ah, thoughts concerning this midget prince are perpetually in conflict--for while he holds a bloodlust that makes him incredibly fun (deadly), he's also a terrible little shit--and the latter is the dominant conclusion within the oracle's mind as wind is knocked abruptly from his frame due to a rude as hell head-butt. unsurprisingly, multiple expletives fall from the magi's throat as slender hand moves to tangle roughly in pink tresses, shoving the prince away; but of course, not without a casualty. do all of the kou princes play dirty?
"get fucked," he hisses, scowling much like a child. "was that really necessary? not gonna lie though, that hurt like shit ! you ever thought about weaponizing that big ass head of yours? bet you'd surpass even kouen if you did. shit's dangerous."
( still. )
"you gonna give that back now? i know it looks phallic and all, but it's nothing like the shit you shove up your ass every night."