now playing... OBSESSION [2017 M.O.T.T.E. JAPAN] by G-DRAGON ❣️she/her, artist, always in the halloween mood ❣️ one piece, the boys, resident evil, rdr, supernatural ❣️ writes on ao3, wattpad and tumblr WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!!
hey, welcome to my corner! name's maya, and i write silly stories and make silly fanarts, mostly one piece related!
𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔: one piece, resident evil, attack on titan, the boys, the last of us, red dead redemption 2/1, far cry, fnaf, jjk, game of thrones, stranger things, arcane, naruto, star wars, marvel, dc, hunger games, kingsman, final fantasy, devil may cry, you, the walking dead, the council, mortal kombat 11 and mk1, western movies, and just movies in general
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༄ ‧₊˚ 𝑽1𝑵𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 (𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱)
𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
-> Wine & die // Shanks x reader (zombie apocalypse au)
-> Guns n' Roses // Cult leader!Law x reader
-> House of Blood and Death // Vinsmoke Sanji x vampire!reader (re8 x one piece)
-> Guns N' Roses // Cult leader!Law x reader - PART 2
-> Party Killer // Slasher!Zoro x reader
-> Guns N' Roses // Cult leader!Law x reader PART 3
-> The Circus // Buggy x reader
-> Family Dinner // ASL bros x reader
༄ ‧₊° 𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺
Prince // Vinsmoke Sanji x reader (full fanfic out on wattpad)
Hanahaki Disease // Vinsmoke Sanji x reader (angst oneshot)
Officer Friendly // cop!Shanks x reader (oneshot)
Save a Horse... // cowboy!Rick Grimes x reader (oneshot)
Match My Freak // John Hancock x reader (fallout 4 oneshot)
Cure For Boredom // Frenchie x reader (the boys oneshot)
Casanova // Sonny Corleone x reader (oneshot)
PARTY KILLER // slasher!zoro x reader (masterlist and navigation to other chapters (ao3 and wattpad included too)
For Old Time's Sake // Soldier Boy (multi-chapter fanfic) CHAPTER ONE
༄ ‧₊˚ 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺
Sanji playing pool at a bar uncoloured coloured
NO, I'M NOT A PLAYER ; squid game x no i'm not a human crossover art series [clicking on the link will lead you to the masterlist for this specific art series, where you'll find the specific part for each individual character]
Slasher zoro (spooktober oneshot inspired)
Nami
The Godfather 2 poster (digital art featuring robert de niro's vito corleone)
Egghead arc Sanji
Taz Skylar as Sanji
One Piece Live Action - Baratie fight
Shokugeki no Sanji panel redraw in my style
Sanji w/ gloves
Human version of Foxy from fnaf
Wano Sanji screenshot redraw
Kimiko x Frenchie fanart (the boys)
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Casanova // Sonny Corleone x reader (oneshot)
༄ ‧₊˚ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹
A LETTER TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN... (update about my recent inactivity)
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FANFIC WRITER EMOJI ASK
WRITING REQUESTS (OPEN!)
THE SALESMAN as MORBID ROMANTIC/CONDUCTOR GUY (art request by @wanna-plan-world-domination )
The Salesman is a reoccuring character for the player --- he never asks to be let inside. He just comes to talk. The face of a visitor, grinning through the peephole with pearly whites and ddakji pieces in his hand. He's under a higher power, one that he never reveals anything about --- all that the player knows is that this higher power is something stronger than any of the casual visitors stepping to the doorstep.
part 4 of the No, I'm Not a Human x Squid Game crossover art series (full masterlist linked here)
[previously... Player 230/Choi Subong/Thanos as Stoner Guy]
[next up... Player 149/Jang Geum-ja as Kindergarten Teacher]
if you have any requests, feel free to check the masterlist (linked) and if your idea isn't on there yet, then comment it if you want!! :)
"Before I got here, things were so rough, I was gonna jump off the Han River Bridge. But then this whole apocalypse thing hit, and I'm not religious or anything, but it almost felt like... a divine intervention."
anyways here's thanos as the stoner guy! he's the first and probably also last one to get the visitor sign check thing, + i finally added personalized dialouge instead of using ninah dialouge!
Player 230/Thanos/Choi Su-bong as Stoner Guy (Part 3 of the No, I'm not a human x Squid Game fusion series)
[next up... Salesman as Morbid Romantic]
[previously... Player 044/Seon-nyeo as Fortune Teller]
if you have any ninah x sg fusion requests lile this, feel free to drop them in the comments! :)
"One day, I closed my eyes and envisioned the fulfillment of my dream. I poured all my cosmic energy into that image. If you don't open your heart to energy of the universe, why bother living in your body at all?"
Seon-nyeo / Player 044 as Fortune Teller [Part 2 of the No, I'm Not a Human x Squid Game fusion series]
[next up... Thanos / Player 230 x Stoner Guy]
[previously... Nam-gyu / Player 124 x Coat Guy]
you can request ninah x sg character swaps like this you'd like to see in the comments! :)
side note: lmao this genuinely looks nothing like seon nyeo but bare with me
NO, I'M NOT A PLAYER ; squid game x no, i'm not a human [CROSSOVER FANART]
Below you'll find all the works from my ongoing "no, i'm not a human x squid game" fanarts --- or in other words, what if squid game characters were no, i'm not a human characters.
The ones that are done will be linked to the according text.
PART 1; Player 124/Nam-gyu as Coat Guy
PART 2; Player 044/Seon-nyeo as Fortune Teller
PART 3; Player 230/Thanos/Choi Su-bong as Stoner Guy
PART 4; The Salesman as Morbid Romantic/Conductor Guy
REQUESTED and IN THE WORKS...
• Frontman/Hwang In-ho as Bar Guy (request)
• Player 007/Park Yong-sik as Best Son
• Player 049/Jang Geum-ja as Kindergarten Teacher
• Player 124/Namgyu & Player 230/Thanos/Choi Su-bong as Widowed Woman and Dead Husband (partially finished and picture one is posted)
• Player 120/Hyun-ju & Young-mi as The Sisters
If you have any other ninah x sg character fusions you'd like to see, write it in the comments!! :))
nam-gyu and thanos as the widow and her husband. the two duos draw a resemblance -- in both cases, one of them refuses to let the other go. in the widow's case, she can't let her husband go and keeps dragging his physical body along, while in nam-gyu's case in the show, he can only drag the memory of thanos along with him.
[ONESHOTS WILL BE DIRECTLY LINKED ONCE THEY'RE POSTED]
A/N: i'm sooo late to this, this entire event is so last moment!! i'm sorry that i only got to this now but i've been working on a lot of stuff, and only got here now... anyways even tho i missed the first week, i hope yall will enjoy these oneshots!! :))
𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐄 is adamant on paying off the debt she's left with, going as far in desperation as taking the invitation of a suited man. What she doesn't know is that she isn't the only one from Club Pentagon to play ddakji in a subway, and that the promised children's games are deadlier than they seem.
consistent updates and more chapters available on wattpad and ao3
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Nari could best be translated to "lily" in English. Easy for the foreign customers to remember and pronounce, too. Here, she was Nari.
// now playing... "Rock Lobster" by The B-52's //
Club Pentagon wasn't known for being the most prestigious, high-class club on the whole wide Earth, but it wasn't just a barely operating ramshack basement either. Good care has been taken of it ever since it's opening, the floors always sweeped and the lights and music always working top-notch.
The bar was always filled with an arsenal of liquor, ready to be served to whoever may have stumbled up to the counter for a small price. The flashing of the lights never ceased during operation hours, same could go for the music and the inaudible moans locked behind the closed-off booths, just a little side gig inside the club to keep it going.
Nari -- the assumed pseudonym of Hyun Sun-hee whenever she stepped inside the club -- has seen it all, whether it was in her will or against it, taking care of most of the duties assigned up front, at hours she wasn't even officially working, only taking on the plea of a coworker to take his shift for that night, even if he himself was present at the club too.
This was yet again one of those situations, with Nari behind the counter instead of her coworker, who as far as she knew was likely smoking in the manager's office with the manager himself, taking an unnecessary long break from the music rupturing their eardrums, the same DJ performing the same god-awful tracks for the third week in a row now.
Customers, mostly men in their twenties or thirties, lining up and taking their seats at the counter or grabbing a handful of drinks and clumsily sauntering over to whatever table their friends were sitting at. There have been multiple instances of Nari watching these people slip and spill everything they held. As funny as they were, she was always forced to take a trip upstairs and call for her coworker to either clean the mess up himself, or at least substitute her behind the counter to keep customers from lashing out.
The horrible beat that Nari refused to even call music kept drumming in the background, the chatter around the counter suppressing it just a little. She had already thought about getting some earplugs, but that would also cancel out the sound of the orders she gets from customers, she wasn't too keen on losing her job or to have some guy rage on about the wrong order being prepared.
It wasn't the dream workplace or work enviroment, but the only thing she was stuck with, her manager having enough heart to give a different job to her inside the establishment after the incident, although wasn't too sure about it, only the soft plea of a money-desperate Nari and the lack of workforce leading to his decision to put Nari behind the counter.
She got the hang of preparing drinks really quick, and that was maybe the first and last time her and her only coworker behind the counter ever worked together at the same time. Now they only saw each other on breaks and shift changes, as much as Nari wanted a companion to talk to through the shifts that just felt like they were dragging out longer and longer.
Even in the dim and flashing lighting, she always kept an eye on the girls at the counter. And what a good thing that she did. Nari's fingers wrap around the glass in front of a girl at the counter, placing another glass of the same drink in front of her. The girl glances up at her with a confused look, not really sure what just went down. Nari, to clear up the confusion, side-eyed the man sitting next to the girl, the situation immediately clearing up.
"Oh," the girl utters. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning closer to Nari to avoid the attention of the man. Nari doesn't say a word in return, instead goes over to a new guest who had just leaned onto the counter, even though there were some available seats left. He's probably sitting at another table and came for drinks.
"What can I get you?" Nari strikes the guidebook question, just like she did with the other guests.
"That stage," the man declares, his pointer finger aiming at the small stage where the DJ stood, still immersing himself in whatever tune he was twisting. The man held the eye contact with Nari, his finger still towards the stage.
"I'm... sorry sir, I don't think I quite understand?" She replies, a puzzled expression on her face as her eyes kept wandering between the man and the stage.
"Look, I don't want to sound like a beggar, but if I could perform sometimes, it'd do me much good," he replies, his head slightly moving with every word, his hand now back on the shiny surface of the counter as he leaned a little more on it. "I just need a little money, that's all, no bad intentions I swear."
Nari looks back to the stage. Maybe it really was time to get rid of whoever's behind that DJ desk, this guy could easily replace him. If he's just as bad at this shit as this current guy, then no losses I suppose, although I hope he's at least a little better.
"It's not my decision," Nari finally replies, raising her hands to her head in defense, a piece of cloth in her hand to sweep off the few drops of drink that a nearby customer left on the counter.
"C'mon, you probably know the guy who could give this gig to me!" He whispers through his teeth, getting more desperate with the minute. Unbeknownst to her, this was the third establishment he tried his luck with in the past weeks, getting kicked out of all the previous ones. This stranger deemed this place wild enough for him to be accepted, even if it takes a little convincing.
Nari glanced around, no new customers on the horizon right now, the others she had laready served seemingly calm and having a good time. They can wait a minute.
"I'll see what I can do," she sighs as she places the cloth down, heading to the small swingdoor at the side of the counter to make her way to the upper floor where the manager's office was. "But don't have high hopes," she shouted back to the stranger as she exited the counter area, making her way to the first floor of the establishment.
Speedwalking through the club area, she arrives at a white door, the big letters "Employees Only" decorating it in red. Nari pushes the door open, and just as she steps through it and closes it behind herself, the music suppresses, still audible but at least a lot more quiet, the flashing and blue-purple lights of the club area now replaced with that white industrial light.
The door of the manager's office bursts open, Nari stepping through it immediately. No knock, no wait, no request to come in.
"Drop the smoke and handle the bar," she orders, her thumb motioning towards the door.
"I thought you said you'd take my shift today!" Her coworker, who had a cigarette in between his fingers just as she expected whined, dropping his arms to his sides. He sat on a cheap chair in almost the middle of the room, the manager sitting at his desk, a smoke in his hand too.
"I wanna talk with the boss, so here you go," she says as she crumples the black apron they had to wear, throwing it right at her coworker's chest with enough force and speed to make the man shut his eyes let out a quiet "ouch".
"Still, can't it wait?" He continues, uncrumpling the apron.
"Nam-gyu, do as she said," the manager cuts in calmly, almost like he's about to sigh, his eyes fixed on the analytics on his computer's white glowing screen. Nam-gyu grunts, pushing himself up from the chair, putting the apron over his head as he leaves the room with a sigh, flicking his burnt-out cigarette into the trash can on the way out. He shuts the door behind himself, leaving Nari and the manager alone.
"What is it?" The manager asks, tearing himself away from the computer, turning in his swivel chair to face Nari.
"There's somebody who would like to work here. Would that be possible?" She asks quietly, pulling Nam-gyu's chair under herself.
"If they want to tend the bar, I guess it's fine, there's only you and Nam-gyu doing that anyway. Pay will be a little tricky though," the manager sighs, his hand making smaller gestures along the way.
"Um, no, he wants the DJ's spot," Nari meekly corrects him.
"You want me to fire Seungri just so this random guy could take his place?"
"He said he'd be glad if he could perform sometimes, so... you would probably have to just give him some days off, not fire him entirely..."
"That would cut his paycheck. You know that I can barely finance my employees, as much as I would like to raise your pays, I can't. I have to keep the club going too somehow."
"But the club looks fine. It's clean and operating well."
"Exactly, that's what I have to keep up," he said in a calm tone. He wasn't the screaming type of manager or the anger issues kind. He was chill, but stressed a lot. "If I don't keep the club in this shape, customers drop, and if customers drop then my income does too, meaning that with even less money I couldn't finance the club nor my employees. I think you see where I'm going with this one."
The door yet again bursts open, a panting Nam-gyu standing in the doorway.
"Boss, there's a guy down there and wants to take the DJ's spot," he states swiftly, evident that he ran the whole way up here.
"That's... literally what we've been discussing," you comment.
"How was I supposed to know? You threw me out before telling me why you came here," he shrugs as he leans against the doorframe. "So? Will he get the gig?"
"Likely not," the manager sighed. "I just said it to Nari, but that would mean adding another paycheck. I'm paying you guys the bare minimum, if somebody else joins too it'll just go down."
"But if he takes the current DJ's place won't it stay the same? You just give the money to a different guy," Nam-gyu comments.
"But he wants the current DJ to stay," Nari tells him, a little disappointed in the manager's choice. It's obvious he isn't the one down there having to listen to the shit that guy cooks up. You watch as Nam-gyu presses his eyes shut, taking a deep breath in, him too having enough of the awful music down there, now stuck with the tought of this guy staying for who knows how long.
"Who even is this guy?" The manager asks, noticing the sour expression on both of your faces at the mention of the current DJ staying.
"Said he's some rapper, but something came up and he needs a place to perform to get some money," Nam-gyu replies, the stranger seemingly sharing more information with him than he did with Nari.
"We don't need some fallen-down rapper or wannabe idol around," the manager argues back, his tone still calm, but obvious that he doesn't approve of the idea.
"I think we would want him around. I mean, depending on who he is," Nari cuts in, getting the attention of both men. "If he's some unfortunate but talented and loved rapper, he could do the club some good. We advertise that he's performing here, his fans will come and be customers too. More customers, more money, isn't that what you want?"
Nari could see the gears turning in her manager's head, her idea making enough sense for him to think it through.
"And if he needs the money because he lost it for a good reason?"
"Yo imagine some rapper getting scammed by the same guy that scammed me," Nam-gyu comments with a grin on his face, a little amused by the idea of seeing somebody on the same fate as him.
"So, what will it be?" Nari cuts back to the manager, almost completely ignoring her coworker's little comment. She could see the mix of annoyance and defeat on the man's face, the scene similar to a stressed father as his kids try to convince him about something. And just like a stressed father with a kind heart, the manager sighs in defeat too.
"Let it be. I'll try to talk with Seungri, if things go well, this... rapper starts his shift next week Monday."
Nari and Nam-gyu share a look, grinning at each other, the taste of victory sweet. Good thing they had a sweet tooth. Only then does realization hit Nari.
"Is there anybody tending the bar?" She asks, her enthusiasm and happiness disappearing from her tone. Nam-gyu's face goes sour, his lips pursed into a thin line as he too realizes that he might have stayed here for a little longer without having assigned anybody behind the counter.
The two race out of the office room, already afraid of the situation down there. Drunk, angry customers ready to cut their throats, drinks already spilled everywhere, a possible fight...
// now playing... "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand //
Nari bursts through the white door leading to the club area first, Nam-gyu a step behind her, the scenery changing from bright white lighting and muffled music to flashing lights in a dark, purple-lit room, the awful music now ready to rupture their eardrums. From here, the bar area wan't visible, the storage room blocking their view of it. The two speedwalk over to the swingdoor of the counter, Nari picking up originally Nam-gyu's black apron from the hanger on the outside of the storage room's wall, placing it over her head.
An unexpected sight greeted them. Instead of raging customers, the men around the counter seemed to be amused. The two of them stood right at the swingdoor leading inside, trying to understand the situation. Behind the counter was a man, mixing drinks by doing tricks with the cocktail shaker before pouring a drink to one of the men.
"Is that..."
"It's the fucking rapper!" Nam-gyu replies to Nari's unfinished question, his hands now at the back of his head and a smile on his face.
"Get him out of there. Pleeease?" Nari whines. Although the little show this rapper put on had amused her too just like the rest of the people gathered around, he still had no business being behind the counter.
"Wha-- Why me?" Nam-gyu questions, almost sounding offended at her request.
"You're the man, Nam-gyu! You're not going to beat the femboy allegations this way!"
"Could you stop with the femboy thing?!"
"Your fault you act like one! Go!" Nari ends the bickering with pushing Nam-gyu through the swingdoor, walking behind him towards the intruder. At least he covered for us.
By the time the two get to where the rapper stood, he just served another drink. It was as if Nam-gyu was waiting for him to finish the show he put on, careful not to interrupt him.
"Yo, you were cool man," he quietly states to the rapper with a small smile, drawing his attention immediately. Seeing that Nam-gyu was too enchanted by this new stranger, Nari stepped beside him, cramped in the small space.
"This is restricted area. Empolyees on... ly," she asserts, her words faltering near the end, the realization that he was now an employee too settling in her mind. Guessing from the smirk that crept its way onto the man's face, it was clear that he had realized the same thing.
"I got the gig or nah?" He asks smugly, already knowing the answer by the way Nari gave it away.
"If things go well," Nari begins, emphasizing the if, "you'll have to show up next week Monday."
"Thanks," he bluntly replies. Nari couldn't pinpoint his feelings or expression, the smile on his face showcasing a little joy, while his tone was almost as if he didn't care at all. Telling which one was his real feeling was an impossible task at hand. "So like... see y'all next Monday?"
"Leaving so soon?" Nari asks, pouring a drink for herself since the customers have already been taken care of.
"Just wanted to get the gig, thanks for the concern," he replies. With a smooth move, he turns to the empty spot at the counter, jumping and sliding over it with seemingly ease, landing on his feet at the other side. What the fuck...
"I've got some good stuff," Nam-gyu calls out to him, leaning forward on the counter. Somehow this immediately grabs the attention of the purple-haired rapper, his mind immediately trailing to substances as he slowly looks back, the look on his face a clear giveaway that he was in.
"Go, I'll cover. But you have five minutes, my shift's already over. I don't want to stay overtime," Nari sighs, leaning on the counter next to Nam-gyu.
"Alright, alright," Nam-gyu mutters cynically as he begins to walk away, heading to wherever he stored the accumulated prizes. Now with Nam-gyu gone, the rapper leans forward onto the counter where her coworker was a few moments ago, although he was on the opposite side of the counter.
"You really got that guy fired for me?" He asks with a low chuckle, finger yet again pointing at the DJ over his shoulder.
"They would've cut my pay otherwise, so yes. And his music's terrible, so you better do better than him," Nari replies, taking a sip of her drink. She wasn't supposed to drink on duty, but it was now Nam-gyu's shift, so was she really on duty now?
"Oh, you need the money I see. What for? Alcohol? Drugs? Kids?" He chuckles as he tries to guess.
"I don't talk much about myself to strangers," she states sternly. He was right about her needing the money though, she needed it badly. This job was covering nothing, no matter how generous the manager was, that was something she had to admit even if it hurt a little. Coming just in clutch, Nam-gyu returned, his hands in his pockets. If somebody didn't have knowledge about what exactly he held there, it wouldn't look suspicous, just a guy with his hand in his baggy jean's pockets, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up a little.
"Ohhh, yes," the rapper exclaims quietly, almost whisper-like as he sees Nam-gyu pull something out of his pocket discreetly, sliding it over to him. "What do I owe you?"
"You're with Club Pentagon now, so nothing. Consider it a welcome gift," Nam-gyu mutters, placing his elbows on a cupboard behind himself, leaning back a little. Nari breathes out as she pushes herself away from the counter, lifting the black apron over her head.
"Where're you going?" Nam-gyu asks, looking after her as she's about to leave the counter-area, the apron hanging on her lower arm.
"I told you that I'll leave when you get back, didn't I? My shift's been over for the past hour now, your turn," she replies as she stops, turning back to look at the two men still positioned at the counter.
"I thought you'd change your mind or something while I'm gone," Nam-gyu sighs. "Your loss I guess," he shrugs, his eyes now focused on his shoes. "Goodnight," he adds.
"Yeah, 'night," Nari reciprocates the gesture with a faint smile, walking through the swingdoor, placing the apron on the hanger on the wall of the storage room.
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The rapper watched as she took her jacket off the hanger, placing the apron in its place.
"Man, is she always like this?" He asked Nam-gyu, an almost exaggerated confused look on his face.
"As far as I know. Not that I know anything about her."
"I thought you did. What's she working for?"
"For Club Pentagon?" Nam-gyu replies as if it was a self-explanatory question.
"No, like... what does she need this money for? 'Cause she wasn't telling me anything."
"Bills, food, stuff like that I suppose," Nam-gyu replies nonchalantly again, walking over to prepare a drink for a new customer in the meantime.
"Whatever," the rapper sighs, realizing that he won't get any answers from this guy, only drugs. She was holding something back, that was for sure. Did she use to be a junkie? Is that why she left when he brought out the drugs? Not sure, but there was some goal she was working for, he was sure of that.
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// now playing... "window" by sundots //
Silence. This greeted Sun-hee every time the door to the flat where she lived creaked open. It was not the club, it was nothing like it. No loud noises, no flashing lights, almost no color at all. Even her name changed here, reverting back to the one her mother gave to her. At least she gave that, and not the immense debt their father did.
She pulls the single floorboard up, the one only she knew can be moved, revealing a smaller stash of money. She reached into her jean's pockets, rummaging for a few moments before pulling out some change, tips that customers left her, one of them being from the girl whose drink she swapped that same night. Her way of thanking Sun-hee for saving her from whatever that man had planned out.
Sun-hee let out an audible sigh, first looking at the small stash, then at the calendar. A month remains until Ha-joon's surgery. I need to find some way to get the money. If that rapper can garner a little more customers, our pay would increase this month... Can't believe I'm putting all my faith in this guy.
one piece fans arent waiting for opla season 2 to see the story and action unfold in live action, they only want to watch taz skylar doing the mr prince scenes
