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HAHAHAHA THE CURSE OF BEING A WRITER

None of your characters can escape the mighty gift of trauma

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i fully believe the reason sweetheart has a problem with the cartel is because her family has some type of connection to it in the past and something happened :)

And you are correct! It's not the whole family, it's just the Mad Scientist brother. (Whose name is now Torrance, thank you anon for the lovely name ♡) He had connections with the Cartel, he didn't level with his side of the deal, and Sweetheart got kidnapped and stuff happened-- I don't wanna go too much detail into it unless people actually want to know, cause it's pretty messed up 💀💀

Tw: drugs

BUT YEAH she hates the cartel, her relationship with Torrance isn't... the best. And she's HIGHLY uncomfortable with Valeria. She feels sick if she's around drugs, cocaine to be precise. She will legit throw up if she sees any type of cocaine. If she hears the word cartel she would turn on her fight or flight mode so damn quickly.

MAN-- WHY TF DID I GIVE HER TRAUMA?!?!? THIS WASNT THE PLAN AT ALL 💀💀

HAVE A HAPPY GO LUCKY READER INSERT? CHECK

HAVE A GOOD HEALTHY FAMILY? CHECK

MAKE THE READER NOT HAVE TRAUMA?? NOT FUCKING CHECKED

CAUSE I JUST DID IT. AGAIN.

Why do I do this to any character I make. Why.

That last sentence is fucking delicious. Absolutely scrumptious. On my way to grab the adoption papers.

To be honest, I would want to be Price and Witch’s kid instead of fuck them idk why. I have mommy and daddy issues I guess lol.

Yeah I can do that, Witch adopts a lot of people and Price... also adopts strays.

"Do you want some tea darling?" The Witch asks, crouching to be on your level, "or maybe some hot chocolate? Could perk you right up."

You think for a moment before nodding your head. You're not supposed to talk to strangers, but you've seen this witch in the neighborhood and there's something comforting about her. Her concern seems genuine as she fusses with the copper pots in her kitchen. And you really can't complain about the rich dark liquid she pours neatly into a mug for you. It certainly looks, and smells, like a melted chocolate bar. Far flung from the powdered stuff you expected.

She frowns at you for a moment, plucking at the space around you with purposeful fingers. You sip your drink, and try not to watch her too closely. She may feel warm, but her movements are alien to you, and strike at your stomach with a strange primal fear. You think it's fear, you don't quite have the word for this feeling. You're sure it will come to you.

The chocolate coats your tongue, thick and viscous, you think you can taste cinnamon under the cocoa. The Witch taps her finger against her cheek, watching you, she seems ill at ease. Obviously concerned over the strange child that's made themselves comfortable in her home. She seems to come to some conclusion, holding her hand over her mouth as she whispers something. It's inaudible and yet it fills the room, dissonant whispers echoing off the walls and collecting in a swirl of smoke.

A man steps out with a roll of his shoulders, and almost as quickly as he lays eyes on you, he's looking back at the witch.

"Where'd you get the changeling?" He asks with a raise of his brow. The Witch lets out a breath.

"Oh good, knew they felt fae," She goes to the kitchen while the man takes a seat next to you, "they just showed up, I assume they're one of the neighbor's kids."

"Is that right?" The man smiles at you, it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, you smile back with all your teeth. He seems to like that, poking his fingers against your sides to make you giggle. "Where's your mum, hm? Can't have wandered too far off."

You shrug and the fae man nods. You like when adults don't make you talk, sometimes talking is too much. The witch taps her fingers together, thinking, while the man lets smoke swirl off his fingers. It makes little shapes and animals in the air, elephants and lions dancing around your head, butterflies flying over to distract the witch. You hold your hand out for one, and watch a lion burst into a flock of penguins to waddle across your palm.

"I can run a trace, I suppose," The Witch sighs walking closer, she crouches to be at eye level with you, "Can I have a pinch of your hair darling? I promise it won't hurt a bit."

You don't know if you want to give a witch your hair. It seems dangerous, that's how witches take control of people. You look at the man for help, surely he knows how witches work and won't let this one puppet you around. He chuckles, leaning his elbow against the table to rest his head against his fist. He nods at you.

"Go on then, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything nasty." He assures you. You look back at the Witch, who's glaring at your new friend.

"Don't make me sound so wicked," She scolds him.

"Don't need my help for that sweetheart," There's something warm in his voice, something that makes the whole house light up with warmth as the Witch bites down a smile.

She's very careful with you, pressing her fingers against your scalp as she twists hair around her fingers, plucking a few stray strands before pulling away again. She's right, it doesn't hurt. You rub your head, and she turns it back towards your mug of liquid chocolate. You think that's payment enough.

You don't watch what she does with your hair, but you feel the shiver of it. It's like a little zap of electricity, a stray shock from rubbing your socks against carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the feeling, it's not unbearable, but it's unpleasant. You consider peaking at what the Witch is doing, but you catch sight of your new fae friend first, and watching him watch her is much more interesting.

His eyes spark, and you mean that literally. There's a fire behind them that traces its way around his iris each time he blinks. A spark of gold against ice blue. A shooting star in a snowstorm. His eyes smile, and even though his fingers stop you from seeing his lips you assume they're smiling at well. You glance at the witch and see her hold up a vial of black powder to the light, her eyes studying it as she tips it one way then the other. It's not anything interesting, you don't see what's worth staring at.

"Can you make a bear?" You ask the man, he hums questioningly before looking at you. "They're my favorite," You explain.

"Can I make a bear?" He scoffs, swirling his fingers to collect the smoke. The wisps of it draw together and burst with a spark into the silhouette of a brown bear. It plods along the table top before sitting down to look around. It's a good bear.

"I know a good story about a bear," You tell him. He raises a brow, and doesn't stop you as you chatter away telling your favorite fairy tale. In fact his smoke seems to act out the scenes for you, stopping and restarting as you try to remember details. By the time you finish there's no more sound coming from the witch's work, and you're starting to notice the "lovely princess" and "handsome prince" smoke figures look a lot like your hosts.

"I called their mum," The witch tells the man, setting a cup of tea in front of him. "She should be here soon." The fae man snaps his fingers and the smoke disperses.

"One of the neighbors?" He asks, and she hums in confirmation. He tugs at her hand, pulls her down to perch on his lap with a quiet word.

"Are you alright to go home dear?" She asks you, and you think she means it. Sometimes people ask you things but they don't really want an answer, they just want to ask. You nod after a moment's thought. She looks relieved. "If you ever get lost again, you can call me,-" she hands you a little black card with gold lettering, it looks very official, "-I'll get you back home."

You turn the card over. There's no name on it just a phone number, an address, and one word, "Witch." You're studying one of the gold stars on the corner of it when there's a knock at the door. The Witch stands to answer it, and the fae man's touch lingers on her hip before she moves away. He gives you a wink as she pulls the door open, as if his affections are a conspiracy between the two of you. You hop off your chair and he catches your arm.

"Price," He tells you quietly, it feels like an important word so you nod solemnly. He smiles, "Go on back to your mum, and don't go spreading my name around."

You hold onto your mother's hand as you wave good-bye. She thanks the Witch profusely, though she waves all of them off. You watch the gold slip off of her like water, humans are so funny like that. They never hold onto heavy ties, kind only for the sake of kindness.

"Do you know how worried I was?" Your mother scolds you, "You're lucky someone dangerous didn't find you."

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141 + the others reacting to sweetheart in tight pants or short-shorts that leave nothing to the imagination?

Ugh G O D YES

(The Krueger imagine)

141!Sweetheart is getting really comfortable around the boys, enough to wear shorts that look like underwear on her. She has embraced her past and new scars and now wants to wear whatever she wants around the people she loves (platonically?idk LMAO) although she whines about it being too tight around her hips, she wears the black spandex shorts that ride up way too much on her thighs and ass. Fat jiggling while she walks, hypnotizing the men she works with. Price bites into his cigar, Ghost spills his tea as Gaz and Soap choke on their breakfast. König had to shuffle down in his chair to hide his groin under the table, while Alex and Roach just freeze and stare. Horangi had to go... clean up, as he brushed past a lightheaded Rudy and a grinning Alejandro.

She smiles at them and says, "Good morning!' Like she always does, innocent to their hard gazes. But she knows.

She knows hunger when she sees it, and she likes to keep them starving for more.

@hunterbunter3000

GUESS WHATTTTTT

Here's my heart and soul while I'm at it. This feral ball of sunshine has me in a chokehold and honestly, I couldn't be happier.

Worth it

yesyesyesyesyes always happy to inspire your writing

did you get the fae tapping from that one magician guy from season 9 supernatural? when he taps dean in his zoo to make him like compliant i mean

Nope! I get it from my brain. I saw it in the dream fae!Ghost first appeared in.

It's the quickest way for magic to get into the brain. And for me it feels like an unnatural gesture for people to make. How often does someone touch your forehead? It's an unexpected gesture(the element of surprise can be an important part of hypnotism) and because of that it's one that people can't guard against. Or don't think to guard against until it's too late. It's also a touch that could be sweet! Your partner brushing your hair off your forehead suddenly is much more sinister when it's a ruse to tap you.

So that's where tapping came from

My precious moots <333

this is for a really specific reason right now but reblog if you love and care about your mutuals so so much and want to hug them tight and tuck them into bed

can't find a post like this so I made it myself

IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE

CUTIE PATOOTIE

@hunterbunter3000 GET OVER HERE

KITTY LOAF PICREW

np tagging @moronappreciator ofc, @kaleidoscopexsighs @veryinnovative @itsjaywalkers @rottin6 @plecotusauritus @kaaaaaaarf @casstration @divinerapturee @214lilacsky @sixlane <3

I SEE THOSE TOP SURGERY SCARS!!! LITERALLY HEART EYES RN WHAT A KING. THE TATTOOS TOO UUGGGHH

Cormac is just my little guy idk what else to tell you

@hunterbunter3000 You've trapped me in a 141 sweetheart brain rot I will draw them for you now :))

My interpretation of 141 Sweetheart by @hunterbunter3000 please check her work guys its ✨MWAH✨.

I hope you like this moodboard/whatever this is… as you can see i got carried away hehe. Enjoy!!.

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“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲”

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 :

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 • 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

/ˈswētˌhärt/

noun

𝟏. 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝟐. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝟑. 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝟒. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 :

𝟏. 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧 - 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥

“𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” [ 𝟏:𝟓𝟕 - 𝟐:𝟎𝟒 ]

𝟐. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐉𝐨𝐣𝐢

“𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧’ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞.” [ 𝟎:𝟒𝟔 - 𝟎:𝟓𝟓 ]

𝟑. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐤

“𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲.” [𝟎:𝟓𝟕 - 𝟏:𝟎𝟖]

𝟒. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 - 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬

“𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.” [ 𝟎:𝟐𝟏 - 𝟎:𝟑𝟐 ]

𝟓. 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

“𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.” [ 𝟎:𝟐𝟏 - 𝟎:𝟑𝟎 ]

𝟔. 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

“𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.” [ 𝟎:𝟑𝟗 - 𝟎:𝟓𝟎 ]

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐑𝐀

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨

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In her bad bitch era but sweetheart is sweetheart-ing

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝟏 :

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧’ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞?”𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭. “𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐮𝐧. 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤.”𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 “𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.”

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫,

“𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲...𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭..𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠-“

“𝐌𝐚’𝐚𝐦-“

“𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆-“

“𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐌𝐀’𝐀𝐌-“

“𝐍𝐎-“

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐰.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝟐 :

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 *𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏* 𝐚𝐦 𝐈... 𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃... 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐫𝐚?” 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. “𝐀𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐇𝐇 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎.” 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

“𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦. 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, “𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞-“

“𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.”

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

“𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.”

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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𝟏. 𝐎𝐌𝐆 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝟐. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

𝟑. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 - 𝐊𝐧𝐱𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝟒. 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 (𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭) - 𝐒𝐳𝐚

𝟓. 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 - 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐬

𝟔. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝐑𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

𝟕. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝟖. 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝟗. ’𝟎𝟎 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 - 𝐀𝐲𝐮̈𝐮̈ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞̨ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟

𝟏𝟎. 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 & 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝟏𝟏. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐜𝐑𝐚𝐞

𝟏𝟐. 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐍𝐀𝐕 𝐟𝐭. 𝐋𝐢𝐥 𝐔𝐳𝐢

𝟏𝟑. 𝐔𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐗 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞

𝟏𝟒. 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟓. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐠𝐚

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I fucking knew it

Price is done already I knew he'd win so expect something later tonight!

If I had brain worms over a specific TF 141 au in mah lil wrinkly brain, who would y'all like me to draw first? I think it's an original au, I haven't seen anything of it before

Please anyone who sees this reblog it cause I'm rlly rlly curious how this'll turn out, thanks!