#osobella

Oh to have a bubbly bath and candles prepped for me and a careful massage... T-Though those two are FAR from capable of that feat! At least Oso! Much too handsy a-and greedy!!

She was reluctant to escape her gilded cage with a man who promised her freedom beyond her wildest dreams, a man who shares a face with her loveless captor. However, when his old leather jacket kept her warmer than all the finest robes he bought her, well... she held onto him like a glimmer of hope. Their ceremonious escape was exhilirating and mortifying, carrying nothing more than the clothes on their backs, the burden on their shoulders, and the wind beneath their wings. They rode all night, driving along endless strips of road winding through quiet beaches and cliffsides, the Moonlight to their backs. The girl couldn't help watching billowing stormclouds gather across the sea, a foreboding apprehension growing in the pit of her stomach. She feels it coming...

Blah blah blah, this is based on that Mafia Choukei Bella Notte AU where Bell was kidnapped more or less sold to the Don and kept in his penthouse until Kara comes along and Swiper the Fox’s her up (Yes, I think of this AU alot sUE ME!) It’s also based on that idea I pitched a long time ago about riding on the back of a motorcycle along long quiet strips of road (beachside preferably) backed by feelings of exhiliration and apprehension themed to “I Feel It Comin’” by The Weeknd and Daft Punk (in a cool 80′s TV/music video sort of style that I still can’t get quite right). In the end I’m quite happy with myself for illustrating a song finally, it’s nice to see my ideas visually displayed so maybe I should draw rather than put off write out those ideas? Ehh who knows, but for now I’ll hush~

Everyone warns Little Red of the cunning wolf, but nobody warns the wolf of the stunning Little Red

BOYS?!?! ... Thank you, I suppose b-but--

Keeping the smol x tol self-indulgent train chuggin’, this time mafia-fueled; I probably fell asleep somewhere, and got The Jacket draped over before getting piggy-backed all the way to bed. Shoutout to the Don anon that tried to get me to go to sleep at 4 AM, a foolish move but not an unappreciated one! I don’t know how I got from listening to Arin rant about Subway to this, but my mind works in mysterious ways. Bonk me 3 times on the head to get me to cease being so indulgent lately, please I beg of you. (Also: Smol size is not accurate to reality, but makes things much cuter in theory) As payback, as per usual, I got his jacket and his debt grew 3 sizes that day... I suppose there’s perks to being with a Don