#oooo fun!

[dreamescapeswriting]

A fun little game!! For your moots or frequent anons that you havent seen/met, what do you imagine they look like when you talk to them 👀👀 eg. How tall? Hair colour?? Eye colour?? Etc. The more detail with how you imagine them, the better! Have fun! ✨✨✨

Okay so for @mikoto-ica-fics I imagine her to be short 😏 but taller than me because almost everyone is 😤 I can’t talk about hair colour and eye colour cause I’ve seen this beauty and she is S T U N N I N G

@nightshade-minho okay but like 🥺 we don’t talk often but I always imagine them with black/brown hair and dark eyes - like maybe a brown but a reall really nice brown 🥺💕 PRETTY hands down pretty af

@snowy-meowl I see this beautiful angel all the time because we have one another on Snapchat but before that I imagined them with dyed hair, blue eyes and really pretty - DING DING I was right!!! Gorgeous, dyed hair and i can’t remember her eye colour from the top of my head

I don’t really have frequent anons (I wish I did though agsjsj) and I’ve seen a lot of my moots so I can’t go too into depth with it 🥺💕

[hogoshaxlifestyle]

donniism

The main character is reimagined as a genie in an urban fantasy setting.

April did not remember becoming cursed into the bottle. She only remembered waking up in this tiny, confined space with nothing but confusion and fear clouding her brain. Before she could even try to take a look around and figure out what was happening, she was summoned back out into the open, with two Arabic markings on her wrists, almost like chains wrapping around them. A man stood across from her, gleeful and apparently excited about something. She almost backed up until he spoke aloud, his words crystal clear.

“Genie, I wish for a hundred million dollars!” April remembered thinking how cliche that wish was before suddenly a swelling began inside of her chest and grew until her mind began to reel, and she was staring back at mounds of money beginning to surround them. This was how her life of servitude to petty idiots began, and it was roughly five years before her life came to a halt. At least, her life of serving people...two of her previous owners were trying to fight her current over the bottle when they all sent it spinning straight into the sewer and out of their reach. 

“Thank you, God...” April murmured as she curled up inside of her home and moaned weakly. All of the wish granting had her body weakened, as while the men and women enjoyed using her for her power, they did not care that she was being harmed by it. She simply would have been all right at that point to spend the rest of her existence in her bottle here in the sewers, alone and away from the horrendous world outside. Why did fate have to be so cruel as to curse her into such a cold life?