I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS!!! MORE PEOPLE NEED TO LOOK AT THE SITUATION FROM THIS ASPECT PLZ GUYS THEY CANT GIVE UP ON EACH OTHER CMONN
Okay but Kalim going "I hate that you're so two faced and manipulative" to Jamil, finally admitting his negative emotions, but also saying to dream!Jamil that that's the guy he wants to be friends with, not him, is just peak character development. Before he was blind to the reality of who Jamil actually is and brushed everything off, but now?
The nice, friendly Jamil - the one that's convenient for him - isn't the one Kalim wants around. No, he wants to befriend the real Jamil Viper - the two-faced, cunning guy who betrayed him. He genuinely wants to improve their relationship and see Jamil for who he is as a person instead of projecting what he desires onto him and ignoring the reality that they are master and servant.
Kalim truly cares for and wants to be friends with the real Jamil, flaws and all.
AHHHHHH SO CUTIE PATOOTIEEE MY BABIESSSSSSS
this monthโs deuace day was also bunny day so i had to!!! ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฐ
ROOK MON CลURRRRRR AHHHHHHHHh
im just gonna repost my older twst art for now till i doodle anything else :333 here's rook!!
PLEASE I'M BEGGING Y'ALL, SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE I GYATT TO WRITE BUT I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH BRAIN JUICE TO KNOW WHAT
(I'm working on a longer project right now and will announce it soon, but till then I want to write some other fics such as oneshots, headcanons etc.)
-Brownie
OMG CHECK THIS AUTHOR OUT ASAP !!!
Chapter 1 snippet
December 2, Monday morning. The warmth of your bed clings around your body, practically inviting you to rest for another hour, debating whether or not you should accept this proposal, the harsh realisation of reality barely awakens you. Hardly conscious, you bring your attention to the bright window of your bedroom, a pleasant surprise guides your view to the blanket of white powder enveloping your backyard, brightening up the depressing usual mornings of winter. Concentrating on the comforting feeling of safety in your bed, checking your phone sends you back to reality, youโve woken up 30 minutes late.
โFuck.โ you mutter, youโre finally fully awake. You quickly fling aside your baggy band shirt and chaotically get dressed in uniform. Sprinting downstairs, nearly tripping, you snatch your books, shoving them inside your bag. As you mentally prepare yourself for the school day, you quickly grasp a snack and catch hold of your jacket.
Puffs of your breath leaving you in uneven clouds and the cold biting at your skin as you ran outside. Reaching the empty bus stop, your heart drops at the realisation that the bus had left without you.
โJust kill me at this point.โ You murmured under your breath, words tumbling out before you realise.
โWould you like me to?โ
The voice came from nowhere, it was deep, and said without intention. His voice was the kind that could melt winterโs bitter coldness, designed to be unnerving. He whispered it with an idle confidence, you couldnโt tell if he was being serious or having fun at your expense.
His words hanged in the air like icicles hanging from the roof. Stopping mid in your tracks, your sharply turn your gaze towards him walking towards you. His long chestnut like hair was flowing in the frigid breeze, eyes gleaming, a dark forest green, sharpened. They were unreadable, his intentions unclear.
His warm yet teasing voice started again, โYou seemed so earnest about the idea? I thought Iโd offer what you wanted.โ
Your heart pulsed faster and faster by the moment, unsure how to response.
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth faintly curving, โWhat's the matter? โCat got your tongue?โ letting out a faint chuckle as he approached you.
Author's note:
If you're still here, thank you for reading! This is a short snippet of a fic that I'm writing about a character that I've made. What led me to writing this was my friend deciding to make a little scenario for me with my type after I had just rambled to her about wanting a bf exactly like the character that I'm writing about, after she had made the scenario for me, I went onto Wattpad to check out if there had been any stories similar to what my friend made and to no avail, I didn't find anything. I decided to take matters into my own hands and write the fic myself, since I couldn't find anything. Anyway, if your type is long haired metalheads, then this is for you!! (Also the friend who helped make the scenario is @brownblob credits to her for helping me)
OMG I LOVE THIS IDEAAAAAA
7 reasons why me and you need Rook Hunt in our lives (someone get me this man rn)
Bro compliments the living macarons outta you. Not only will you know his compliment's aren't half assed, because of how elaborate they are, but he's also gonna compliment ur insecurities to the point where ur not insecure anymore.
Bro literally knows you inside and out (Let me be delulu and phrase "he is a stalker" in a pretty manner). You're craving your favorite food? He gotchu, he already bought it and cooked it. You're looking for a missing hairbrush? Don't worry, he just took it for a second to collect your hair, you can have it back now. Oh you're feeling down? He knows exactly what'll cheer you up a shirtless him poems and songs about how much he admires you in french.
He can be your bodyguard: Bro's a literal hunter so he's got a great physique and great aim, meaning, if someone's bothers you they prolly won't have a head by the end of the day. Not to mention how people won't bother you just by knowing Rook knows and adores you.
He's the master of making you feel loved and gorgeous. He's in pomefiore- he knows what's gonna help with self esteem, looks, and whatnot. Plus, you need a back-rub? He gotchu cause he prolly got trained for it. You want a spa-day? He's already in your room with all the supplies needed and a relaxing bath drawn for you to wind down in. Ignore the fact that he's gonna watch you bathe
Il parle franรงais. Just that. Like why wouldn't you want a french speaking cutie-patootie stalker that adores everything you do? He is the dream prince charming but just a lil more quirky. He's just built different.
He's absolutely gorgeous. You need eye-candy? He is said eye-candy. Ignore the bob-cut, he just liked dora a bit too much
He's Rook Hunt. Period.
That new skeleton guy's making me feel a lil something something
Like why's his smile so freaky
I feel violated by his stare but at the same time....continue
Respectfully you may continue with your freaky stare (I might be the real freak guys)
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING WORK
cw: rook is down bad and unashamed, nakedness, bathing (together), kissing
Rook felt that he was born to worship.
His divine duty was incomplete, thus far, for he could show devotion to no one, despite fawning over them. A part of him refrained; a piece that never clicked into place, forcing him to wander in search of who he was truly made to serve.
Gazing upon your alluring flesh, presented like a blessed offering before him, a voice, angelic or otherwise, seems to whisper to him that this is his true calling.
Hands calloused from the handling of a bow smooth over skin that shivers at the touch. Rook rubs slow, gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs on either side of your sacred frame, savouring the dip of your flesh at his hand. Heโs never felt so human.
The heat of your back against his chest, the two of you a mix of flesh and limbs, brings a heady feeling upon him, as though your skin seeps intoxication, making his head spin and his heart flutter at the contact.
The water ripples gently around you as you turn to face him, to give him his divine command. Heโs ready for anything you would ask of him: to kiss, to kill, to die, to worship your body or merely the ground you honour by walking upon it. Everything he has, he lays before you.
As your touch smooths across his face, your thumb stroking gently at his cheek before trailing down to his damp chest, Rook feels you wash away all the others; anyone before you is pointless, the memory of their existence consumed and burnt up by your sweetened breath.
His breath catches in his throat when your honeyed lips ghost over his own. His gratitude is endless, silent vows of servitude echoing through his mind with each brush of your lips upon his throat.
Heโs utterly compelled by your amorous touch, something euphoric stirring deep in his gut. Thereโs no choice, only something like fate stringing him up and pulling him along; falling inconsolably into your depths.
I LOVE THIS IDEA SO SO MUCH!!!! BAHAHAHAH
๐ฝ๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ๐๐: ๐๐๐/๐๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ"๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ช๐ฃ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฃ ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ช๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ก๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐"
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