#YEEEEEHAW I DID IT

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I posted 239 times in 2022

That's 239 more posts than 2021!

188 posts created (79%)

51 posts reblogged (21%)

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I tagged 209 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#tes - 101 posts

#oil pastel - 100 posts

#traditional art - 84 posts

#elder scrolls - 74 posts

#fantasy art - 56 posts

#morrowind - 54 posts

#dunmer - 50 posts

#colored pencil - 33 posts

#personal - 24 posts

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Longest Tag: 113 characters

#may also give those of you experience drawing goats bcus if you are like me this was the first time i ever did :d

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

a snowy evening in windhelm

Day 1: cozy

for tescheer2022! I’m not sure how many of these prompts I will be able to complete but I am hoping to do a lot of them @tescheer @friend-of-giants

391 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#4

Just a dunmer girl and her pet scrib outside of her family home in Balmora

419 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#3

Multifantober day 5 : Road

I’m glad y’all made this a multiple fandom thing because I have had cowboys on the brain lately

474 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#2

the last dragonborn’s horses enjoy grazing in fields too

849 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Yeeeeehaw

1,072 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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@klaineunite​ @sohereswhatyoumissedlastweek​ @heartstringsduet​ @crissmastrees-and-candyklaines​ YEEEEEEEHAW

YEEEEEHAW

It’s been a RIDE. I actually had a higher goal of 150, but in September or something I brought it down to 100, only to up it to 130. I finished no. 130 (You’ve Reached Sam) today. Joining the library made is easier to read this much, since I had access to soooo many books.

(Although, yeah, klaineunite, it did lead to less fic reading this year).

I might try 100 for 2023, but we’ll see.

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“ ROCKETMAN BURNING OUT HIS FUSE UP HERE ALONE. “ 

—Jeremy Scott is ELTON JOHN.

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WOOOOOOOOOO MORE JACKBOXGENDERS BABYEYYYY YKNOW THE DRILL BY NOW (ORIGINAL TERM COINED BY @mogaiz-heaven WEWEWOWOEOWE)

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I FUCKING DID IT LADS

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☀️💫💛🌙

hi it’s me!! again !!! i couldnt pick which selfies i liked so take. three of them because i’m really that bitch and i have 34803 other selfies in my camera roll that’ll die without ever seeing the light owo also this is just ur average selfie tag bc i really cant fuckin do a point-blank selfie and look as good as shownu rip in peace! 

anyways thank you to @jooheonies @softki @shownus @wontologist @lustfulcartier and @hoshees for tagging me to do selfies !!!!

i’m tagging @showkis @aminhyuk @kihyussy @changkyuwu @minhyukie @jooheonist @immr @ckyun @changkyunsprincess @chaengkyun @honeymintki and anyone else ? i need 2 talk 2 more of my mutuals el oh el im awful !!!! anyways send me ur selfies :3 mwah

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yeeeeehaw this is my part of a trade I did with my best engineer friend @/Marci_Bloch!!  go check him out on instagram and twitter  🤠💖

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 8

Title: the oh-no-giri miya

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.5k (but are we really surprised)

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: yeeeeehaw another chatper update! there's a lot going on this chapter, but i just hope everything makes sense. thanks for all the support so far! im thinking this series might come to an end soon, but i will keep you all updated!

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You yawn for the fourth time after clocking into work today and rub your tired eyes. Your exhaustion does not go unnoticed by your boss.

“Long night?” Osamu asks as he finishes restocking the fridge.

“More like long week.” Another yawn threatens to leave your lips and you have to force yourself to stop. “There’s been construction going on near my apartment and the elderly couple next door seems to be having some sort of argument for the past few nights. If they don’t figure their issues out by tomorrow, I’m gonna have to have a talk with my landlord.”

Osamu gives you a sympathetic glance and pats your shoulder. “I hope they do. Can’t have my favorite employee walking around like a zombie every day.”

“I’m your only employee, Osamu-san.”

The man just shrugs his shoulders before giving you a more serious look. “You sure you’ll be okay though? I wouldn't mind if you left early today.”

You waved off his suggestion. “No, I’ll be fine. Plus, we have a lot going on today. I’d rather not leave you to deal with that on your own, especially since the entire team is coming to help out.”

There were only a few weeks before the V. League Championships, so the starting players of MSBY were coming in to volunteer and advertise their big match against the Schweiden Adlers. Atsumu was the one to suggest having this event and his coach seemed to like the idea. It did take a while to convince Osamu to allow anybody to work at his precious restaurant but gave in after his brother promised to wear a giant onigiri costume during the entire event and buy him some Wagyu beef after his next paycheck.

Before Osamu could ask you anything else, the front door to Onigiri Miya was roughly opened and the seven MSBY starting players sauntered inside. Everyone greeted each other briefly and Osamu was just about to get them set up in their spots, but MSBY’s setter had other plans.

Atsumu placed a large bag on top of the counter and took out what looked like picture frames along with a power drill.

Osamu raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing, you scrub?”

“What should’ve been done a long time ago!” Without hesitation, Atsumu approached the wall with all of the autographs from previous customers and began to put up seven other frames. He was clearly still upset about the fact that his brother had autographs of the rival team in his shop, so the blonde decided to take matters into his own hands and hang up signed portraits of himself and his teammates. There were shouts of displeasure from your boss and you’d normally be the mediator between the twins, but you felt too tired at the moment to care.

Meian Shugo, the captain of MSBY, approached the spot next to you and gave you a kind smile. “Hey, (Surname)-san.”

“Hello, Meian-san.” You returned the smile with a small wave.

Your boss wanted to meet up with all the volunteers a week prior to the event in order to teach them what they were responsible for, especially those who were helping with the cooking. Since he had asked you to help out, you were able to meet the three remaining MSBY players for the first time last week as well.

“(Surname)-chan, do you need any help with anything before customers start rolling in?” Inunaki Shion questioned as he skipped over to where you were with his teammate, Adriah Thomas, following behind.

“Actually, we need to set up a few tables outside in case it gets a little packed indoors during the lunch rush. Do you guys mind bringing the tables and chairs outside with me?” You pointed towards the plastic tables that were leaning against the wall.

“Sure thing!” Inunaki briefly translated what you had said to Thomas in English and the latter simply nodded his head in understanding. As Thomas was walking past you to grab one of the tables, he lifted his hands in front of you. You haven’t really been able to speak with him since you weren’t very fluent in English, but he has always tried to be as friendly as possible around everyone and seems to love giving high-fives. You thought his actions were endearing, so you gave him a high-five with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

After grabbing what you needed and stepping outside, you spent a couple minutes directing each of them to where everything was supposed to be set up. Once that was done, you ushered them back inside. “Thanks guys! We’re opening soon, so let me know if you have any questions on what you’ll be doing.”

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu and Osamu were still bickering, but now Atsumu had a large black and white onigiri costume in his arms. “How the hell am I supposed to wear this all day, ‘Samu?”

“Easy. Just put it on and keep it on.” The onigiri chef explained. “Bokuto-san, do you mind helping him put it on?”

“Sure thing, Myaa-san!”

Everyone spent the next few minutes decorating the room with MSBY merchandise or helping Atsumu put on his costume and before you knew it, the first customer had arrived. Multiple voices rang throughout the shop, “Welcome to Onigiri Miya!”

Thankfully, the first couple of hours went by without any issues. You were surprised at how all of the guys were able to adapt to their jobs so quickly.

Normally, the customers take their food from the counter themselves, but for the event, Bokuto and Inunaki served as waiters. They seem to be doing a pretty good job so far and the customers love their amiable personalities.

Atsumu was sent outside to give out fliers and keep watch of the people eating outdoors. He would come back inside every so often to refill on fliers or complain about the onigiri suit, and it usually ended up with him being chased out by Sakusa who was on cleaning duty (“Omi-kun why do you keep hitting me with the broom?!”/”I was told to clean any trash on the ground.”). Sakusa was a bit reluctant to be put strictly on cleaning duty but voiced no complaints when you told him that this job requires the least amount of human interaction.

Hinata and Thomas stayed in the kitchen to assist Osamu with cooking. The three worked quite well together and Hinata would translate anything for Thomas if need be.

You and Meian stood next to each other comfortably. You were doing what you normally did at the register except Meian took over all the phone orders.

Even with fewer responsibilities than usual, waves of exhaustion seeped into your bones throughout the morning. There would be the occasional superfan that would walk in and ask for a picture with all the players while squealing in a pitch that could outmatch a dolphin. Just the thought of it gave you a bigger migraine.

“-san…-rname)-san?...(Surname)-san!”

Your eyes shoot up to Meian who has been calling your name for who knows how long. Apparently, your fatigue was also affecting your reaction time. “Ah! Sorry, Meian-san. Did you need something?”

The tall man eyes you with worry. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit tired.” You brush off his concern.

He looks like he wants to say more but is interrupted by Hinata who had popped his head in your periphery. “Hey, (Name)-san. Do you know where Osamu-san keeps the olive oil? He stepped away for a moment to check on something and I can’t find it.”

“Oh, yeah. I can get that for-!”

As you turn around from your spot, your vision blurs and you feel your knees give out from the sudden lightheadedness. There are several alarmed voices around you, but you don’t think you can react fast enough to stop yourself from falling over. You prepare for any pain, but before your head could hit the counter, strong arms wrap around your waist.

“(Name)-san!”

Hinata’s voice is right next to you, so you can assume that he is the one who caught you. The poor man looks like he’s about to call an ambulance in panic, so you place a hand on his forearm to let him know you’re still awake.

It seems like all the noise also caused your boss to rush back from whatever he was doing because his figure is suddenly crouched down in front of you. Without warning, Osamu places a gentle hand on your forehead and you involuntarily blush. “Your face is a little red, but it doesn’t seem like you have a fever. You said you weren’t getting enough sleep lately, right?”

“I-I think I just turned around too fast. I’m fine.” You tap Hinata’s arm to get him to let you go and make the effort to stand up on your own to show that you didn’t need help.

Osamu stood up and crossed his arms, his gaze focused on the dark circles under your eyes. “No, you are not. Go to the back room and take a break.”

“I’m seriously okay. Lunch rush is almost here and I don’t want to make things difficult for the other guys,” you argue back.

Osamu doesn’t seem like he wants to back down either. “Would you rather I tell you to leave early? It’s either take a break now or go home.”

After watching you and Osamu go back and forth, Meian felt the need to intervene. “Don’t worry, (Surname)-san. I’ve been with you all morning, so I have a pretty good idea of what I need to do. We’ve got more than enough hands to help out.”

There’s a brief silence as everyone waits for you to say something. You finally let out a defeated sigh. “Alright. I’ll take a break.”

The guys around you feel the tension leave from their shoulders at your compliance.

“But,” you lift up a finger to get their attention, “you have to call me if there are any issues or if you need help with the register.”

“Got it, got it. Now go, (Name)-san.” Osamu walks around you and places his hands on your shoulders as he pushes you towards the back room.

When the door closed behind you, there was an unfamiliar silence permeating the room. You’ve never taken a break by yourself, so you felt slightly uncomfortable. Deciding to just lay on the small couch at the corner of the room, you looked up at the ceiling not exactly knowing what to do during your ‘break’. You didn’t even realize your eyes started to droop until they were fully closed and you entered a deep sleep.

You stretch your arms as you walk back to the register feeling much more refreshed than you were before and mentally thanked your boss for convincing you to take a break.

There’s a small skip to your step as you get closer to where Meian is, but his strange posture makes you halt. When you look around the counter, there are multiple customers waiting in line and all of them seem to have irritated expressions. Meian has the phone up to his ears and he’s stuttering so much that you can’t even make out what he’s trying to say.

You’re about to reach out to help him, but the front entrance suddenly opens and you can’t help but gape at the sight. Standing in nothing but pants and an apron, Atsumu runs a hand through his blonde locks while sweat runs down his skin. You’re not sure why he’s shirtless or how he got away with taking off the costume, but your focus is once again taken away by another volleyball player.

Bokuto grabs a tray of food that Osamu left out and rushes to one of the tables. In his haste, he accidentally trips over his own feet and everything on the tray is sent flying. Your eyes widen when you witness the owlish man produce an entire front flip in the middle of the tiny restaurant and land it successfully. Although, the food didn’t survive and proceeded to fall right on top of Sakusa’s head with a resounding plop.

“Wow! Bokuto, when did you learn to do that?” Inunaki asks excitedly.

“I’ve been practicing so that I can have a grand entrance at the game!” Bokuto stands proudly, completely oblivious to his seething teammate. Sakusa is absolutely furious and looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

Atsumu chooses to step in and make an attempt at calming his friend lightheartedly. “Hey, Omi-Omi! You’re overreacting. Just wash it off and call it a day. No need to get so mad at your friend.”

Atsumu’s words only seem to infuriate the dark haired male even more. “Get out of the fucking way, Miya. I don’t need your dumb excuses of friendship. I’m sick and tired of your shit.”

You could almost see the poison being spit out of Sakusa’s mouth as he directed his harsh words at Atsumu. The blonde seemed to have finally snapped as well as he alarmingly lifted one of his fists. Before Atsumu could cause any harm, Osamu grabbed his brother’s arm. You didn’t even notice your boss approach the two.

“‘Tsumu! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Osamu kept a tight grip on Atsumu as he glared. “Stop being an idiot and calm down.”

Atsumu roughly grabbed onto his brother’s collar with both of his hands. “You expect me to stay calm after hearing that? And, calling me an idiot doesn’t help, ‘Samu!”

You’ve finally had enough of being just a bystander, so you quickly ran around the counter and put a hand on each of the twins’ shoulders trying to lightly tug them away from each other. “Guys, you need to stop. Fighting in the middle of the shop is not going to solve anything.”

You knew that your words alone wouldn’t be enough to relieve their anger, but what you didn’t expect was the arm that harshly swung out in your direction, pushing you into the nearest table. If it weren’t for Bokuto and Inunaki steadying your balance, you could’ve been seriously injured.

“Stay out of this, (Name)-san.” Anger seems to have blinded Osamu and he doesn’t look even the least bit guilty for pushing you. “You’re being annoying. I don’t need you.”

If you could describe the way your heart felt after hearing those words, you would compare it to shattering glass. You knew you shouldn’t allow his words to affect you this much, but your emotions had failed you and all you could do was look down with tears in your eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t taken that break.

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to want you to even contemplate on your decision when a loud scream was heard from the kitchen area. Everyone in the room watched as Hinata, Thomas, and Meian collectively yelled the one word that could’ve made this situation worse.

“FIRE!!”

Your body aggressively shot up into a sitting position with your arms outstretched as you let out a startled gasp. A bead of sweat ran down your face and you took a second to take some deep breaths. Once you felt like your heart wasn’t going to jump out of your chest, you took in your surroundings.

You were alone in the back room of Onigiri Miya sitting on the same couch that you must have fallen asleep on when you first walked in. There was a thin blanket on top of your body that you don’t remember having before losing consciousness, but you didn’t wait to dwell on it as you tossed it aside and stood up to go back outside.

Throwing the door open, you steeled your nerves at the potential chaos that you might have to confront after your terrible, anxiety-provoking dream. However, the sight in front of you was... completely normal.

Your boss, being the closest one to the door, was the first person to notice your presence and smiled as you walked up to him. “Hey, (Name)-san. How are you feeling?”

“Uh...better? How’s everything out here?” Your eyes shift around the room to see if anything was unusual. “No raging fire or um...missing shirts?”

Osamu looked at you with confusion. “Not that I know of? It was a bit rocky after you left, but after about an hour everyone adjusted pretty well.”

Your shoulders released their tension at the fact that there weren’t any issues in your absence but immediately tensed back up when you realized what Osamu had just implied. “An hour?! How long was I asleep for?”

“Maybe about four hours?”

“Four-!” Almost choking on your words, you pulled out your phone to check the time and it has indeed been four hours since you started your break. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“I came in to check on you after about half an hour, but you seem really tired, and as your boss, I need to make sure you’re not overworked or sick.” Osamu brought up an arm to rub his neck sheepishly. “I know how you feel about me being concerned about your health, but I’d rather have you upset at me than risk you ending up in a hospital.”

A pout makes its way onto your face. How were you supposed to be upset if he gave you a reasoning like that?

Taking your silence as a sign to keep talking, Osamu brings his arm down and places his hand on your head comfortingly. “We’re not closing just yet, so you can still help out. I know you don’t like missing out on work, so there’s still some things to get done, if you’re good with that?”

You nod your head eagerly. “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to make up for what I missed.”

When you returned to the register, some of the MSBY players welcomed you back happily. Hinata and Meian gave you worried looks but felt reassured when you gave them a cheerful thumbs up. The only person you haven’t seen in a while was Atsumu, so you assumed he was still working outside.

Since holding the MSBY event for an entire normal work day might tire out the players, Osamu had planned to close earlier than usual, which meant that there was only about an hour left before closing. You tried your best to do as much as you could during that hour, even checking up on everyone every once in a while.

Ten minutes before closing, a woman walked in with two young boys by her side. You could make the assumption that they might be twins based on the uncanny similarities between them. Although, one of them seemed much more outgoing than the other based on their mannerisms and the two reminded you of another set of twins. The kids must’ve been playing outdoors before walking in since their hands were covered in dirt.

The mother lightly pushed her sons towards the back of the room. “Why don’t you two go wash your hands in the bathroom, while I order the food?”

“Okay!” The more extroverted twin answered back and ran towards the bathroom after grabbing his brother’s hand.

The woman asks for a to-go order and strikes up a conversation with Bokuto and Inunaki while she waits. After a couple of minutes, there are strange noises and laughter coming from the bathroom. When you looked up, the mother was still standing with the two men, so her sons must still be in the bathroom.

Tapping Meian on the shoulder, you point to the back when he has his attention on you. “Meian-san, could you watch the register real quick? I’m gonna go check what’s going on in the bathroom.”

He gives you a slight nod and you make your way to where all the noise is. The bathroom door is slightly ajar and when you peek in, you see the two boys standing in front of the sink blowing bubbles with their fingers. There was soap and water everywhere. You silently thank the universe for not having you on cleaning duty today.

Not wanting to startle the children, you knock on the door before opening it all the way. You expected the boys to be terrified at getting caught, but when they make eye contact with you over the mirror, their grins widen.

“Pretty cashier lady! Look what I can do!”

The talkative twin plunged his hand in the sink and viciously started blowing bubbles everywhere after taking his hand out. The quieter of the two started running around to avoid getting hit by the bubbles, but miscalculated how slippery the floor had gotten from all the soap and water.

“AH!”

As soon as you saw the boy’s feet slip from under him, you rushed forward and caught him with your own body, saving him from potentially breaking his nose. “Are you okay?”

The young boy turned red at the close proximity and shyly nodded his head while avoiding your eyes.

The ruckus had caused a couple people to check up on what was going on and were surprised to see the state of the bathroom as well as the boy that was tightly gripping onto your shirt. The boys’ mother was also part of the group as she had realized that her sons were taking quite a long time to simply wash their hands.

Rest assured, you explained what had happened and the woman scolded her children before making them apologize for causing such a disruption. The boy you had saved from slipping kept shifting his body weight from one foot to another when a sudden idea popped into his head. He quickly ran out of his mother’s hold and slid open the front door to go outside.

Before anyone could run after him, the boy came back inside just as quickly with a small white flower in his hand. He shuffled over to stand in front of you and held out the flower. “I’m sorry.”

You thought your heart would burst at the cute gesture and knelt down to gladly accept the flower with a warm smile. “Thank you.”

All of the guys around were watching the scene with a smile of their own. Someone quietly leaned over to an unsuspecting Osamu and whispered into his ear, “You’ve got some tough competition, Myaa-san.”

“Bokuto-san?!”

With that, the mother left with her sons after grabbing their food and the day was officially over. All of the MSBY players, excluding Sakusa and Atsumu, sat down at a table together to take a quick break before getting back up to clean. Sakusa begrudgingly went to get rid of the mess in the bathroom and Atsumu was still nowhere to be seen, but no one really seemed to notice at the moment.

Even though you were out cold for a couple hours, it still felt like an hectic day.

“Looks like you just can't get away from ruining your uniform, huh.”

Turning to the side, Osamu walks up to where you are and a smirk is plastered onto his features. True to his words, your uniform was once again soaked with water, but this time, there are remnants of soap as well.

You let out a sigh. “It seems so.”

Osamu nervously looks to the side and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Do you, uh, need something to cover up?”

“Nah, it’s all good. I actually brought an extra uniform shirt just in case anything happened during the event today. Luckily, I thought ahead!” You mentally pat yourself on the back.

“Yeah...lucky.”

“I’m gonna go change in the back room now. I’ll come out to help with cleaning afterwards!” You don’t wait to hear a response and disappear into the back room for the second time today.

At the same time, the entrance slides open and Atsumu, still in his onigiri costume, strolls into the shop. There’s an empty bag of chips hanging loosely from his hands, which he throws away to the nearest trash can.

“Atsumu-san! Where have you been?” Hinata stands up from his chair to walk up to the blonde in curiosity. “And, where did you get those chips?”

“There weren’t any customers outside and I wanted a snack so I went to the nearby convenience store,” Atsumu replies.

Osamu scoffs. “You skipped out on work and went to the convenience store in that?”

“Everyone and their moms in the next 10 mile radius has seen me in this, so what’s the point of getting embarrassed over wearing this down the block?” Atsumu attempts to shrug his shoulders but the suit is too large to make it obvious. “We’re done right? I wanna get out of this thing as soon as possible. You left my shirt in the back, right Shoyo-kun?”

Atsumu began speed walking towards the back room to change and Hinata realized a second too late that his teammate had no idea that you were still inside. The younger male jumped in place and tried to stop Atsumu. “Atsumu-san, wait! Don’t-!”

Unfortunately, Atsumu’s ears didn’t register what Hinata was trying to say in time and he swung open the door. He froze completely when he saw the bare skin of your back before sliding up his gaze to lock eyes with you. You were in the middle of putting on your extra uniform but froze in shock from the sudden entry with only your arms through the shirt, leaving the top half of your body only clad in a bra.

Hinata, who was only able to grab onto his teammate’s arm a second too late, also had a clear view. To make the situation even worse, Sakusa had just finished cleaning the bathroom and had walked out at the same time of the fiasco making him the third person to see you shirtless.

All four of you stare at one another for a second before you snap out of it. A menacing aura seeps out of your figure as your expression darkens. “Close the door.”

“SHIT! SORRY!” Atsumu regains function in his limbs at your tone and slams the door shut.

Hinata covers his fiery cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut but then immediately opens them when the image of you becomes too clear in his mind. He’s muttering incoherent apologies under his breath as if you could sense his remorse through the walls. Sakusa looks down at his mop and remains silent, his own cheeks tinted pink under his face mask.

“What the fuck did you do, Atsumu?”

Atsumu flinches at the coldness of Osamu’s words from behind him. He slowly turns around and meets his brother’s gaze. Osamu was mad.

Not even a second later Osamu’s kicking around Atsumu across the floor in anger. Atsumu opted to pull his arms and legs inside the suit to avoid any injuries. Hinata and Sakusa can only watch from the side. Out of curiosity, even Bokuto joined in on spectating. If this was any other situation, one might even laugh at the somewhat comical sight.

You step out of the back room a minute later fully dressed. No one has noticed you yet, so you just make your way to where the three less problematic MSBY players were sitting. They all watch you with mixed expressions as you sit down on one of the chairs wearily.

“You just can’t seem to catch a break. You good?” Inunaki peers at you with sympathy in his eyes. Thomas lifts up a hand for you to take and gives you a comforting squeeze before letting go.

“Yeah. I’m fine, really. Can’t even say I’m surprised that nothing seems to be calm when I’m around all you volleyball players. I’ve already gotten used to it, though.” You sigh exasperatedly but you can’t stop the small upward curve of your lips as you glance behind you at the chaos.

Meian chuckles. “You know, you’re pretty good at handling their shenanigans. Even with all the work you did today, you still made time to check on everyone. I’d say you’ve got some good managing skills.”

You give Meian a grateful smile at his kind words. He then seems lost in thought for a moment before beaming at you. “Hey, we have a manager position that’s open right now. Would you consider working along with all of us?”

The suggestion caught you completely off guard. You working with MSBY? You can’t deny that the idea makes you curious.

As you open your mouth to respond, an arm is suddenly slung over your shoulders silencing you.

“Sorry, Meian-san. She’s too good of a worker to give up.” At some point, your boss had gotten behind you and eavesdropped on your conversation. He tugs your body a bit closer to his own possessively and looks at Meian straight in the eye. “She’s mine.”

You’re surprised how you haven’t ended up in the hospital with how many times your heart has gone out of control in the last 8 hours. Except this time, a blush accompanies your irregular heart rate.

To save yourself from any potential embarrassment, you shrug off Osamu and cross your arms. “Um, no. I don’t belong to anyone.”

A flash of anxiety runs across Osamu’s eyes. He worries that he might have offended you or pushed you to take Meian’s offer.

Ignoring your boss, you send a small apologetic smile to the older man.” Sorry, Meian-san. I’m pretty happy working here, and I don’t know if I can really commit to a manager position at this time. Thanks for considering me though!”

“No worries, (Surname)-san. Feel free to let us know if you ever do change your mind.” The captain nods his head in understanding and accepts the rejection coolly.

A pained groan echoes through the shop and you turn to the noise. Atsumu is still on the ground looking absolutely drained of energy while Bokuto pokes at his costume with a single metal chopstick. Hinata and Sakusa are still in the same spot from before and make no effort to help Atsumu up.

Meian claps his hands once next to you and his chair screeches against the floor as he stands. “Alright, guys! Break’s over! Our job isn’t done just yet. Let’s get to cleaning!”

Leftovers

You’re just about ready to pass out as you lay in your bed with the lights off. Despite the four hour nap you had today, you still feel drowsy and can’t wait to get some sleep. Luckily, the neighbors seem to have calmed down for the night, so sleep should come easily. As you feel your consciousness slipping from you, you’re suddenly jolted awake by the shrill ringtone of your phone.

Letting out an annoyed groan, you pick up your phone to check who would be calling you so late. However, your irritation dissipates as soon as you read Shirabu’s name on the screen. He isn’t the type of person to call for no reason, so you immediately answer with a bit of a concerned tone, “Hey, Shirabu-san! What’s up?”

“Hello, (Surname)-san. Sorry for calling you so late. My shift just ended and I came across some information you might be interested in.” His words catch you by surprise and you force your body to sit up. “I just spoke to a colleague of mine and they informed me that there’s a program you might be interested in. They’re accepting new applicants at her university.”

“What?! That’s great! Could you tell me more about it?” It’s difficult to keep your voice down with all your anticipation.

Shirabu relays all of the information that his colleague had told him and you quickly shuffle over to your desk and turn on your mini lamp to write down both the website and email needed for the application. He stays silent as you finish writing down everything. You’re about to thank your friend, but he speaks up once again. “Oh, but I think it would be good to mention that the application is due in two days.”

You let out a panicked gasp. Two days?!

“Sorry about letting you know so late. I only found out about this today.” Shirabu’s tone is uncharacteristically apologetic, so you know he’s being genuine about his words. “I wouldn’t have told you about it, if I didn’t think you were capable of finishing it on time.”

After taking a deep breath, your face breaks out into a small smile at Shirabu’s blunt display of kindness. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I really do appreciate you even letting me know about this at all. Thanks, Shirabu-san.”

Your ears pick up a car door slam, so you assume Shirabu must have gotten in his car to go home. After some shuffling, Shirabu responds back to your gratitude. “No problem. I’m going to assume that you’ll probably want to get started on your application as soon as possible, so I’ll hang up now. Good luck with everything and let me know if you have any other questions.”

Once you’ve both said your goodbyes, the line goes silent. A spark lights in your eyes and all of your previous drowsiness has disappeared. You turn on your laptop and spend the majority of your night working on the application with motivation that you haven’t had in a while.

A/N: it took everything in my soul to not write ‘Inumaki’ instead of Inunaki. Inumaki supremacy (i love me my onigiri boys).

did i write the scene with the baby twins just for the whole scandalous back room exchange. yes. yes i did.

if the bubble blowing bathroom scene reminded you of that one scene in the spongebob movie, you’re on the VIP list

taglist: @kiyoo-omi, @tris-does-stuff, @livshotel, @bokuatsubro, @akkeyomi, @kaleidoscopekai @hirugachan

[quinnfebrey]

Okay picture this!

A big beautiful wedding venue. It’s the reception. Friends and family everywhere. Toni and Shelby are laughing and smiling and dancing with everyone as the music blasts. Suddenly as the song ends Toni runs away to the stage with the band and taps into the mic for everyone to settle down. She says she has a surprise for her new wife. Dot and Fatin drag a chair into the middle of the dance floor and motion for Shelby to sit down. The sound of a guitar starts to fill the room. And Toni serenades Shelby with “Honey” by Kehlani 😍

Let your mind wander as you listen because I can just picture Toni holding shelbys hands as she sings it or starts to twirl Shelby around and dances with her a little. You can also picture Shelby serenading Toni but the first thing I thought about what Toni singing it to Shelby 😊

YES and if i may elaborate..........

shelby sings for toni when she proposes, and so in return toni wants to do something special for shelby at their actual wedding

the resident hopeless romantic, leah, suggests singing a song, to which toni is like ?? that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard i thought you were my friend 😔

but then she thinks about it more and more bc the way it makes her feel when shelby sings to her (and the way regan did too) is something that shelby deserves to feel back

reign has a beautiful voice, and toni remembers how rachel and shelby would pass the time by singing and stuff together, so she’s like “hey would u sing for shelby at the wedding” and rachel is like ???? no??? i’m not singing a love song to YOUR wife???????

🧍🏻‍♀️

so then toni is like ok FINE and for three months she practices the one song with rachel every single day

one time as they’re getting ready for bed she’s just humming it under her breath and shelby is like “i didn’t know u sing ☺️” and toni is like SHUT UP I DONT 😦🔪

lil country boy spencer learns to play guitar as a kid bc yeeeeehaw tim mcgraw and by the time shelby and toni get married spencer is an adult and has moved out and is reconciling with everything. it’s not perfect, and god knows he has his own trauma to work through, but he does know that he loves his sister and he wants her to be happy and whatever happens in between is fine with him

toni asks him to get coffee one time and he’s like.. ok 🤠 and he’s sort of worried toni is gonna yell at him or something but instead toni is like “would u wanna play guitar at shelby’s wedding 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

so the two of them start meeting up once a week to practice that as well and they actually become really good friends and shelby is like ¿

anyway for no reason at all i have this thing in my mind that becca had a younger brother spencer’s age and that’s part of why they became so close (you know how when there’s a family w kids exactly the same age it’s easier for the families to connect??)

anyway, they want to slow it down into a ballad version, but they decide it’ll sound better if there’s piano with the guitar, and magically, becca’s little brother learned to play piano. so, spencer asks him if he wants to play at the wedding too because “lord knows our parents aren’t coming, so i think it would mean a lot”

as they’re practicing, toni learns all about becca from her little brother and about her friendship with shelby and even though she knew about what went down, getting to know becca (in a way) is a whole other thing

when the wedding day finally comes, toni almost wants to back out but she knows she actually really wants to do it, and she knows it’ll be so meaningful. dot and fatin corral shelby into the chair, and spencer and becca’s little brother step up to replace the band they hired, and toni steps up with a mic

she’s SO nervous, and so she looks directly at shelby because rachel promised her that the second she remembers why she’s doing this she’ll relax

well that was a fuckin lie

anyway, toni is literally shaking, but she’s able to keep her voice calm and collected

“this is something i’ve been working on for a few months,” toni says, taking a deep breath. flickering her gaze over to the death glare being stared at her, she locks eyes with rachel, who mimes taking a deep breath as toni continues, “i just — i wanted to do something special for you, you know? i guess i wanted to make you feel the way i do when i’m with you.”

(leah starts crying at this point)

toni may have planned a speech but of course she immediately forgets it and has to ✨improvise✨

“whether it was rapping to cover up my pee shyness or you singing me to sleep on the island or the records that constantly play in our house every day, music has been such an important part of our relationship,” she says. then, horrified when she entertains the fact that it’s possible shelby thinks this is going to be become a regular thing or something, she quickly adds, “by the way, this is absolutely never fucking happening ever again.”

martha is majorly face palming, and toni realizes she hasn’t even said what the fuck is actually happening, so she blurts out, “i’m singing you a song.” it’s not the most eloquent she’s ever been, and she chuckles at the look on shelby’s face. “yeah, i’m still just as surprised too.”

taking a deep breath, she nods to spencer, and finishes, “so, yeah. this is from me and becca.”

[ask-the-badgod]

The place? The underground boxing ring. If there was any time to talk to the more progressional Rams it would be down there. Ram’s taking their aggression and strength out on each other in strategic fights. Elizabeta and Feliciano were in the ring sparring, the room filed with hooting and hollering from the others. In the meanwhile, Berwald and Kristian were taking turns still taking in bets from the fight as it was still going.

“COME ON YOU LAZY GIT, RIGHT HOOK!” Arthur yelled at Feliciano, slapping the ring’s floor from the blue corner.

“BOB AND WEAAAAVE!!” Gilbert called out from the other corner, making a drum roll against the pole of the red corner.

Yet another Friday night, buzzing with excitement and adrenaline. However, a loud bang from a kicked in door halted all the festivities. Both Feliciano and Elizbeta paused, both stuck like deer in the headlights. The rest of the Rams followed suit in turning around. No one narked on them right?? They were doing so good on keeping this secret!

“HOWDY YALL!”

All at once there was a groan of both relief and annoyance, aside from Feliciano jumping over to the rings edge to wave his gloved hand at him.

“Alfred, hi! I thought you’d miss my match!”

“Focus!!” Ludwig called out, Arthur echoing him as he slapped on the rings floor again. Gilbert huffed as well before ringing the bell to make a small break anyway. Feliciano chuckled at the timing and hopped back to his corner, Elizabeta doing the same.

“Just because you’ve been spooked doesn’t mean you should just run off like that!” Arthur chastized, though Feliciano tried to interject before he yipped, Alfred climbing into the ring with his strange metal discs tucked under his arms. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Alfred?” Arthur spoke up.

“Guys and Gals, listen up!” Alfred called out, everyone muttering in confusion from the blondes strange actions but crowded around the ring curiously. “We need us a change! And I snuck out some stuff from Pop’s Vault to help us!”

“The Vault? Papochka’s vault?” Mikhail peeled himself away from his sandbag to listen more intently. “You got in?!”

“Sure did!! And I found films! Looks like they can be played on our film projector! I watched it on the side the other week and I knew I had to sneak it out to show you guys!! Someone! Help me get the projector!”

Confused mumbling changed to excited chattering as they scrambled to fetch the vintage film projector out from the closet. Feliciano grabbed his glasses to slip back on before hopping over to roll down the projector screen with Mikhail’s help. It was extremely rare to have things out of the vault that wasn’t taken out by Vanya, and even something that they hadn’t seen before! This HAD to be important!

Soon enough, Emil and Lukas hooked up the film projector to the plug and everyone pulled up a chair to get to watch this. Ludwig huffed at this very unorthodox sudden show and tell but sat down right along side Feliciano and Arthur, pulling out a pen and paper to take notes regardless. History was history after all, and if it was going to help so be it.

With a shining smile, Alfred set up the film reel and let it roll.

The place was quiet as a mouse during it, from confusion, annoyance, curiosity and various other conflicting emotions. Ludwig surprisingly found himself scrawling note after note with incredible interest with it all. Some of the Rams bounced in their seats, some chattered not giving much of a care, but no one walked out.

At last it finished and Alfred stood up to the front, jazzing his hands in a ‘viola’ motion.

“We need a Prom!!”

Immediately everyone started talking at once, comments, questions, other exclamations, and Alfred had to clap loudly to get them to be quiet.

“Hush up! One at a time!”

Several hands went up at once, Alfred drumming his fingers together a bit before pointing.

“Gilbert!”

“So we need to like... keep our outfits secret from each other?”

“Hmmm... I think just from your date?”

“So we get to have dates for this!”

“yea!” Alfred nodded excitedly, “I know Father had those fancy politcal balls and such but this would be different! It’d just be for us! So we can have dates and eat and dance! Be.. well, us!! No Father’s friends allowed!!”

There was a small acceptable clap for that, some of the Rams nodding at each other while others still tilted their heads in confusion. Alfred pointed over to another raised hand.

“Francis!”

“What on earth was that pageant in the start? Can we do that too?”

“Well ya see I researched that too! There’s a contest of Prom Queen and Prom King, which is the person that everyone likes the most! Everyone votes on them during the popularity contest to show that they’re the best people!”

Immediately the mutters around turned up in volume, a competition being involved getting a lot more of the rams interest.

“Everyone would just vote for themselves though!” Mikhail commented. Alfred hummed in thought.

“.. Well, don’t vote for yourself or your date, so it can be even!“

Mikhail didn’t even wait to be called on and stood up properly.

“You seem to be asking a lot from this! Not just from the voting and dates but, where would it be? The ballroom? Where would we get the fabric for our outfits? Who would supply the decorations? The food? The music?”

The clamoring quieted down as they all looked to Alfred, expecting an answer. Alfred snapped his fingers rhymthically to try to show he had everything planned out.

“We ask Father of course! Maybe ask Pops to butter him up for us!”

“So this all depends on whether or not you can convince Father?”

“Hey hey! We’re adults now, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to have us take responsibilty in making an event!”

“You’re still suggesting he makes the entire thing for us! What will be the difference of one of his stuffy balls compared to a party for us if he does everything!”

Alfred was, for once, left without an answer, humming to himself in thought. The other Rams began to worry that mayhaps this was just a daydream too far to reach. But surprise of all, it was Ludwig to clear his throat and stand up.

“Then I propose we make a committee. While we can get Father’s blessing with renting the ballroom and getting permission to bring in catering, we can probably find ways to make those choices ourselves. We can make the food or hire catering, raise the money ourselves for it and decorations, and we could go out shopping for premade attires or fabric to make it ourselves. If we show true responsibilty for coming together for this, then Father might not only let this happen, but allow us to leave for business trips to get the supplies.”

While the idea of a dance was all right, the idea of figuring out to do business meetings outside the walls was an even greater draw for making this ‘Prom’ thing happen. 

“Excellent Idea, big guy!” Alfred snapped his fingers again before beckoning Ludwig to come up to the front to join him. “Committee it is! I think Ludwig here would be great for leading it.” There was a stunned pause, even from Ludwig.

“... You think I would? I thought you’d take that, what with this being your idea.” 

“Nah! No one would take me seriously if I did, and I might get carried away! I can still be your right hand idea bouncer guy!” Alfred softly punched Ludwig in the shoulder, making the other crack a smile and punch Alfred’s shoulder back. Alfred winced because God that hurt. But no matter!

With everything in place, hands went up to join the committee and excitement was buzzing justas fervently as it was before Alfred even came into the ring that night. Alfred bounced in excitement.

“Yeeeeehaw!! We’re gonna have Prom!!’

Now the question remained.... what were they going to wear and who were they going to ask out??

The Rams themselves don’t even know! They might need some help from you!

[rebelliouslala]

Breakout

Jungkook x reader slightly rly I didn’t do a good job but I still loved this concept

genre: Wild Wild West, violence, cursing, uhhh lassos, but a nice butterscotch fluff at the end if u wanna take a bite :3

1.1k~ words ain’t my best but it’s honest work

The town buzzed gently, the clink of beer from the bar mixing in with loud, bastardized laughter. Women outside in the early morning, wearing dresses that reveal their cleavage and giggling as they are tickled pink by newcomers and cowboys passing though your town.

Not that you had anything to do with it.

You were too busy brushing the porch of the bank, humming an old song you heard on the radio. The dry wind around your town picks up dust, like a thief's hand, placing it back on the porch once you enter.

“Good mornin’, Y/n!” Your boss smiles at you, nodding and going to his office at the first quarter of the bank, a small room made around it, having his own windows and fan.

“Morning!” you smile and you hum, organizing the files behind the clerk as your coworker turns around, “Did you hear about the sheriff?”

“No, I’ve been working like a dog, picking up your slack, Willie.” You monotonously respond.

“I told you to call me Will!”

“Sure William,” you look up with a small smirk as you organize the final file and sit at your desk, fixing your outfit and your styled hair.

The town stayed still for quite a few hours. People got kicked out and let back in the saloon, widows and their sons went into the general store and out. No one came into the bank, even though there were gunshots every other ten minutes. It’s the sound of life.

It was, unfortunately just you, your boss and annoying William. His saliva all over the papers and the register. He just couldn’t stop blabbering about the new fight in the bar, some new bandits gang, that new roundabout sheriff. Even if there were bars blocking between you and others, William still bothered you with topics you didn’t want to be a part of.

Nor know.

You finally get a customer, one of the women you saw earlier, who smokes a long cigar, and she winks at you, “Thanks babe,” You smile sweetly as she goes back to the bar across the road, and you smack William with your fan. “Will, say one more thing and I might rip that toupee of yours off.” you say, tapping your feet against the wood, looking past the bars of your office and outside.

The woman didn’t go inside the saloon for a minute, she was outside, looking at the distance and smiling softly.

“B—,” William goes past the bars.

You lean forward, growling before you hear a gunshot.

To the door.

You get down, hopping down your desk as you hear cackling and an explosion, dust littering the entire bank.

Shit.

Bandits.

“AIGHT, WHERE’S YER MONEY?!” says a gravelly voice, the ting of metal sound rings across the bars, before you hear a groan from your boss.

“Taehyung get them crybabies, I saw someone over here. I’ll find the rest.” says someone quietly, but you can definitely hear them smirking.

You pant, crouching down into the small space of your desk as William screams, before you can reach out to tell him what to do, you watch a bullet fly past his ear. His eyes roll back, and he falls, passing out from the impact.

You gulp and close your eyes, slowing your breathing. You hear the clinking of their boots on the wooden floor. You open your eyes, grabbing the knife your parents gifted you, and the small pistol your grandmother gave you.

No way are you letting some men get away with ruining the bank.

Especially on a Monday.

“I found the safe!” yells a voice. “Perfect, Hoseok, fuckin’ blow it!”

There’s a boom to the iron door. You get up even as the explosion of the metal and wood settle, throwing the dagger towards the safety combination pad. The man with an orange mask beside it is pinned to the wall by his shirt with near perfect accuracy.

You quickly get out your pistol and turn to the other voice, deep and smooth speaking, but you see a small flash.

You’re suddenly bound, your arms pinned to your sides and you are lifted up. You scream, dropping the pistol and there’s a gunshot from the impact to the ground.

“Damn, JK, you couldn’t have spotted them earlier?”

“I did, but they were too pretty. Besides, the way they was hidin’ was cute~,”

You struggle, twisting and squirming like a snake caught by an eagle.

Wait.

William was talking about new bandits. Seven thieves that branded themselves as the Bulletproof Boys.

This young man had a splotched, grey bandana over his mouth, he takes it off and brings you closer. His bright doe eyes are hooded, his lips in a faux pout as his nose is flared as he takes in fresh air. You widen your eyes, realizing he holds you with one arm as he holds you all the way from the top of the bars he crouched upon. He smirks and coos, “And what might yer name be?”

You try to kick up but he only grips the lasso tighter, laughing at your weak attempt. One of the boys, having a dark green bandana on, throws your forgotten pistol in his hand, he shows it over your face and laughs, “This is a pretty impressive gun, but hon, you can’t defeat us.”

He lets you go, and smirks, “Now, I’ll ask again, kindly.”

“Y/n.” You introduce yourself as you make a roundabout kick, but when he catches your foot you punch the young man in the eye. He lets go in agony and this time you land a successful and hard kick to his stomach.

When he throws the gun, you catch it, panting before there’s a small click.

Well, several clicks.

The colors of the rainbow masks look at you, before the one with red takes his off and smirks, “You’re good. No one can disarm JK like that.”

“A-And?!” You point the gun at him, as he smiles now, kindly, a dimple poking in the side, “Just travel with us, at least the next town, Y/n. we can drop you off there, but if you wanna rob with us, we can always use the hand like yours.”

You look at JK, who’s back up, holding his lasso and his hip pointed to the side, raising an eyebrow, shrugging, “Besides, it’s fun to watch those men fall. Especially the bad ones.” You purse your lips and look up. “To the next town, but leave some money for the townspeople, alright? I live along the way,” you say softly.

The man behind you cracks his lasso in the air, “YeeEEEHAW, LET’S RIDE OUTTA HERE THEN!” The men all laugh and shoot their guns in the air, cheering and chattering as they talk about the robbery as a pride, an art they did.

A few of them drop the bags of cash as you sigh, and follow them outside, your hand around the dagger you still hold.

But; you let it be where it lies. Maybe they weren't stealing something bad, maybe what they were stealing, was a life behind a cell you worked yourself in.

[couriersevenfuckers]

Hey b! Can I request beautiful Victor headcanons, for like what he'd do/say to the courier to confess his love and stuff? Have a great day beautiful bean💖

HELLO!!! Also oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see this until now! 

Victor Headcanons coming right up! 

~Courier Seven

Victor Confessing to The Courier: 

Victor is an adorable Robot, but he doesn’t quite know how to respond to feelings. 

So, when he realizes that he loves you, he freaks out and shuts down for a week and stays with Mr. House

He, of course, rambles to Mr. House about you, asking for advice and nearly begging for help. 

Mr. House eventually gets tired of it and just kicks him out, saying “If you care about them, tell them and hope for the best.” 

Victor takes it to “heart” and finally reboots his goodsprings Bot. Only to wake up with you right in front of him, fast asleep. 

His movement woke you up, and you immedatily asked him “what happened?”, “where did you go?”, and “Why did you leave?”

Victor is about to respond when you throw your arms around him and say, “You worried me, I thought you were broken and weren’t going to come back.” 

Victor decides then and there to just tell you. 

“Well, You see partner, I uh. I realized some things and wasn’t quite sure how to deal with them you see. I realized that, while I may be a robot, I sure as sun had feelings for you. I didn’t know how to handle them, so I, uh. I shut myself down and talked to the boss man about what I should do. He said to just, tell ya. So, here I am. Your Old Pal Victor, telling ya he wants to be partners with ya.” 

He sits sliently, waiting for a response. You laugh and explain that you felt the same, saying “I always digged the Cowboy stuff, Partner!” while chuckling. 

Victor laughs as well and Scoops you up into a hug. Or rather, the best he can manage on the floor. You laugh loudly, and kiss his screen. 

Victor grins as wide as he can, and yells “YEEEEEHAW! I’VE GOT MY PARTNER!”  

[solararrays]

SO, as you know of course, I am on this never-ending quest of self-realization and attempted fulfillment through various forms of internal reflection and outward influences, and I think I have found something that embodies exactly what I have been searching for that will at least satiate the part of me that longs to belong to something. Not just something, a group or organization that I can clearly stand behind the principles and ethics that they represent. 

I always thought I was too good for religion and that I simply did not need the metaphorical “crutch” nor the guidelines that it provided. My perception of religion and those that followed it was very negative to say the least, but mind you, I never presented my opinions as such, nor did I ever make people aware of how I felt. I thought they were weak, and I shouldn’t even be using past-tense to describe these feelings because I still do believe them. We are fragile creatures in the most basic and complex meanings. In the same sense that we are weak, we are then entitled to seek methods that make us feel stronger and empowered. It is common practice to do so in every other facet of our existence: we have ways of strengthening our bodies, our minds, our hearts, and this last piece of the puzzle is our spirits. 

After much consideration of my previous beliefs of agnosticism, I have decided to venture into Humanistic Judaism. Now you ask wtf is that and I did too. Humanistic Judaism “is a Jewish movement that offers a nontheistic alternative in contemporary Jewish life. It defines Judaism as the cultural and historical experience of the Jewish people.” 

I wish I could write more and I will soon but my lunch break is over and I have already bullshitted through most of the day so time to buckle down. 

YEEEEEHAW,

KCS

[threeleggedart]

Yeeeeehaw did another collab with @niffleleaves and Gooompy! This time we each made a scribble and created a creacher based off part of the scrib Of course the idea was inspired by @blinkpen's original scrib post (who i reccomend you check out bc they draw really neat monsters and boddy horror)

[shadowbanki]

OCs On A Cruise 1: Yeehaw

I’m on a cruise. It’s 14 days long. So my mind decided to put every single OC I have on the same cruise ship. And I have a lot of OCs. Some are only names so far. Some need to be developed. But that’s okay, because this is my chance to develop them! Before you read this utter mess, there’s a few things you should know. 1. Yeehaw is a funny word. 2. Kiha may be ethnically Japanese, but she’s a hardcore cowboy. Her name rhymes with yeehaw by pure coincidence. (Or is it?) 3. Yoriko is a very shy, quiet and reserved OC. She is usually reading a book, therefore she knows a lot about things that may surprise people. So it’s funny and surprising that someone so quiet managed to do a perfect yeehaw! Perhaps Yoriko read a lot of cowboy books... 4. Octavia is a contralto, which means her voice is deeper than that of most women. This became a running gag. Her voice is deep and powerful, she’s really more like a bass? I’ve jokes about Octavia having almighty power before. Because I’m in love with her. She’s so strong too. She could make a volcano erupt with her voice probably.......... 5. Luana is a pirate. I think that’s all you need to know for this part.

6. Moo is a sentient cow, therefore he can be transgender. Moo is a transgender male bovine who calls himself a “cow” rather than a bull.

7. Everyone is a little exaggerated in this story. If you can even call this a story.

8.  I will introduce all these characters properly later maybe.

“Okay, now say it with spirit! YEEEEHAW!” “Yee... haw?” Eiko shyly said. Kiha sighed. “Was that okay?” Eiko said bashfully. “Well, we’ll practice again another day, I guess.” Kiha took off her cowboy hat and called it a day. Suddenly, she saw Yoriko in the corner of the cafe eating a hamburger. Kiha ran back up to Yoriko with her cowboy hat. “YEEEEHAW!” She exclaimed. Yoriko glanced at Kiha and kept eating. “Come on! Say it after me!” Kiha said again. “YEEEEHAW!” “YEEEEHAW!” Yoriko exclaimed with spirit. However, she just nonchalantly went back to eating her burger. Kiha was stunned. That was perfect. A perfect yeehaw! “Well I’ll be gosh darned.” Kiha whispered. “See, Eiko?” Kiha said. “That’s how a true cowboy does it!” “Yoriko isn’t a cowboy...” Eiko said. “She isn’t even a boy...” “You don’t need to be a boy to be a cowboy.” Kiha said. “You also don’t need to be a cow either!” “Am I a cowboy?” Said Moo, who was both a talking cow and a boy. “Bein’ a cowboy comes from deep within.” Kiha said. “But since you are a cow and a boy, the answer is technically yes.” “Oh boy!” Moo exclaimed before galloping off. “YEEHAW!” “He... he galloped like a horse...” Kiha and Eiko said together. ——— “Come on Snowbell, you say it too!” Kiha said. “Meow!” Snowbell meowed. With spirit. But she still didn’t do it right... “Nope! Repeat after me! YEEEEHAW!” “MEOW!” Snowbell yowled. “Kiha, Snowbell is just a cat.” Bianca said. “Cats can’t say yeehaw!” “But she can play the piano!” Kiha said. “She can read! So why can’t she say yeehaw! I’m tellin’ you! Them cats would be so darn precious if they said yeehaw instead of meow!” Bianca imagined Snowbell‘s sweet little meows being yeehaws instead. She quickly shook her head. “Precious?” Bianca said. “That’s scary!” ——— “Howdy pardner.” Kiha said to Luana, drinks in both their hands. “Ahoy matey!” Luana said back. “Mighty fine ship you darn got here.” Kiha said. “Yo ho ho, she ain’t called the Voyage of the Seas for nothing, ya blasted scallywag!” Luana growled. “Yeehaw! I say! I like the way y’all salty rogers throw down that lingo, buckaroo!” Kiha said. “Shiver me timbers! Ye’s briny big talk ain’t that bad neither, bucko! For a landlubber, that be!” “Aw shucks!” “Arrgh!” “What language are those two speaking...?” Bianca and Camille were watching the scene from there yonder—I mean... from afar. ——— Kiha overheard Octavia talking to Aria. “Giddy up!” She said as she galloped over to Octavia. “Ya got a mighty fine voice lassie! All deep and powerful, like boom! I wanna hear ya say yeehaw!” Octavia looked at Aria. “Is this girl a little nuts?” Aria thought. “Heh, I might as well say it then.” Octavia said. She cleared her throat. “YEEEEEHAW!” The sound exploded and reverberated out of her lungs and mouth like dynamite. It was so powerful that everyone on the ship heard it. It was so powerful, that the sound waves resonated underwater. Underneath the ship, an underwater volcano began to erupt. The blast from the volcano caused a big wave under the ship that threw it up into the air. “What’s happening?” On the whole other side of the ship, Aisha was holding onto Lita as things began shaking. “Astounding.” Rhona was looking out of the window in her room, experiencing the rare seismic phenomena. “I’m all about that bass!” Octavia said. “Shut your mouth Octavia, you’re making things explode with your voice again!” “Again?” Octavia said. “You mean this is an everyday occurrence?” Kiha said. Surprisingly, Luana was at the bow of the ship, steering it. She was maneuvering it to be able to sail on top of the wave Octavia created... The huge cruise ship was now surfing on the wave! “I’ll be darned! This ship is riding that wave like a cowboy ridin’ a horse!” Kiha said. “I say this is time to say YEEHAW!” Everyone on the ship said yeehaw simultaneously, except for Octavia. One of the people who said yeehaw loud and clear was Eiko! “Eiko!” Kiha ran up to her. “You done it! You done it! You said it correctly!” “Eh, I did?” Eiko said. “Hey, did Snowbell just say yeehaw too?” Camille said. “Or was I just hearing things?” “Meow!” Snowbell answered. She then began to lick her paws like a typical cat. “Well, I guess the world will never know.” Bianca shrugged.