#hope ur enjoying my sandwich blogging. i guess

[dogwoodbite]

trader joes aioli garlic mustard sauce revolutionary in the field of sandwich technology

[jaqdawks]

one more blog assignment for school and then im free

Ramblings of a Vet. Omori Fan

I don’t have many ideas so I thought I would give my top five favorite NPCs. Enjoy!

5. This Guy

Yeah that’s literally his name lol. He doesn’t do much but I just like his name. You can find him in Humphrey

4. Mewo

No real reason for this, I just enjoy the cat. She is pretty cool, and what happened to her in the real world is a bit vague. She deserves more screen time than she got, but I guess we must have secrets anyways.

3. Loquacious Cat

This one spouts gibberish and I love it. Give me ur wisdom, oh strange one. Loquacious means talkative, and yeah the Loquacious Cat kinda is? When asked the meaning of life, it responds

"A PAIR OF RUSTY SCISSORS"

And those are words of wisdom that I live by. The only downside with the Loquacious Cat is that it hurts to look at it.

2. Ems

SHE ATE. A WHOLE ASS. CHEESE WHEEL. We love that, that’s great. Her first encounter is pretty strange, and you’ll never see her again if you don’t seek out the golden sandwich doors. But otherwise, based on those minimal experiences, I put her high on the list.

1. Smol

Do I even have to say anything? He is perfect.

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I hope you enjoyed reading my weird blog posts. Omori is really such a fun game, if you haven’t played it, seriously go do that. I have been waiting for this game for several years and now that it’s out, I can proudly say I’m not disappointed. Anyways, I will probably never update this blog series again. Goodbye!

[ghostsbabey]

Can we pls get sum more ghostface on this blog? I love ur work sm and the last thing u wrote for him was so good 😭

I’m not too sure which ghostface you were referring to, as I do write for both dbd ghostface and OG ghostface! I decided to write for OG and DBD GF just because I feel like both need love. I had to tone it down to some shorter drabbles about them mainly because I’m not too sure which one was requested. I hope that’s okay ^^; 

I will warn that there is violence and blood in the DBD! GF drabble 

OG GF

You sat on the couch, sandwiched between your two lovers as they watched the movie. It was your weekly movie night- your usual life interrupted by your boyfriends as they practically begged you to watch a horror movie. Again. You wouldn’t lie that you had seen too many horror movies, but the time spent with them made it worthwhile- even if they fought over your attention. And from the looks of it, it’d be one of those nights.

Stu had his arm wrapped around you, the bowl of popcorn stuck in your lap. The sound of the movie drowned out the crickets chirping outside the house, and it was peaceful. Until you felt a tug- your body being pulled against Billy’s side. You could feel the tension brewing between the two as a sigh escaped you- so much for the movie. Your body was suddenly being tugged once more towards Stu, his fingers digging into your shoulder. Your grip tightened on the popcorn bowl, not wanting to spill any of it on the floor, before you snapped, “can you two behave? I’m not a rope to play tug of war with.” 

It didn’t take long for Billy to once more pull you against his side, his grin unmistakable as he replied. “We are behaving, we’re here at home instead of dressed up for the kill. Besides, I think you look better leaning on my arm in case you get scared. I’m looking out for you after all.”

“You’re just trying to hog all the attention. Again,” Stu whined, his body dramatically shifting to fall against yours. The sound of the bowl of popcorn clattering against the floor was deafening, the room going quiet as they both looked down at you. Your eyes briefly flicked between them before you stood up, pulling away from Billy’s grasp and causing Stu to fall across his lap. 

“Alright, since I know how this night is going to go, you’re going to sit with each other. Whenever one of you gets scared you can cling to each other, I’m going to sit on the other side of the couch,” you grumbled, slightly annoyed at the loss of popcorn. It took a couple seconds before your mistake dawned upon you, both of their gazes fixed on you like an animal on the hunt. Stu was the first to make a move, his body lunging from the couch to tackle you- Billy following soon behind. 

The movie blared in the background as you were once again sandwiched between them, this time on the floor in a tangle of limbs. “Sorry babe, but you’re here to stay. You said so when you agreed to movie night,” Billy chuckled, his arms tightly wound around you. Stu’s mischievous giggling was unmistakable as he planted a quick kiss to your cheek, a grin plastered on both their faces as they looked at their prize. You sighed, but it was easy to admit that you loved the two idiots, even if they potentially gave you- or themselves- a concussion from the fall.

DBD! GF

The flash of a camera got your attention, your eyes scanning the trial area for any signs of movement. You could feel him watching you, your heart hammering in your chest as you dreaded the feeling of being so exposed. Usually he would take his sweet time watching you during a trial, but this time felt different. Rushed. Sloppy. Shivers ran down your spine as another flash went off, your body spinning around to desperately scan for the usual white mask and hooded figure. Fear crept through your mind as your thoughts wildly ran. There was no reason you could think of as to why he was behaving like this. 

Your thoughts were soon interrupted from the feeling of cold metal against your back- dragging a slow line down your spine. “You aren’t going to run? I thought you were better than that,” his whisper broke the silence, forcing your body into overdrive as you broke into an automatic sprint. How he had snuck up on you so easily was a mystery, yet you didn’t have time to solve it as a glance over your shoulder revealed he was still following you. His eyes burned into your back, the mask hiding his features from you- yet you could feel the intensity of his gaze. 

Your legs burned as you dashed through window after window, doing your best to keep him busy from your teammates- if they were even still alive. The trial was much too quiet for your liking. Another flash caught your eye, his body barreling from around a wall that you had carelessly ran past- his knife plunging into your shoulder with ease. His camera was held steady in his hand, aimed at your face still as another flash went off. You stumbled, staggered from the sudden burning pain, before your leg gave out to send you into a tumbled heap in the dirt. His footsteps sounded unbearably loud as he approached your fallen form, the sound of the leather shifting as he crouched down catching your attention. 

“So careless for a survivor. I expected better from you, yet you barely watch your surroundings-” he paused as his gaze scanned over your body, “it just makes it easier for someone like me. And I think you’re the perfect addition I need to my collection.” The roar of a generator starting was like your death toll, your wide eyes staring at him like a deer in headlights as he absentmindedly dragged the knife along your side. The sting of pain caused your face to contort, tears stinging in your eyes as he dragged the blade through your ankle- another flash. The camera was mere inches from your face, his shuddering breaths making you aware of just how much he was enjoying his little game.

You kicked out with your good leg, connecting with his leg as he let out a loud grunt- his body falling next to yours. “Fuck you,” you spit at him, your hope starting to blossom as another generator roared to life somewhere in the trial. You struggled to get up, the leg he sliced impossible to move even as you tried to force it. Finally, you resorted to a pitiful three legged crawl, your leg dragging behind you as you tried to make as much distance as possible. The entity was not in your favor, as suddenly his boot slammed into your back to shove you once again into the dirt. 

“I’ll make a deal for you, if you can walk away, you’re free to go,” he carelessly bent down as he spoke, slicing into your other ankle in a similar fashion- his camera held tightly in his other hand like he was giddy to take more pictures of you. With a pained grunt, you tried to stand, your legs not responding to any movement you tried to do. Panic rose in your throat as the situation dawned on you- he completely severed your achilles’ tendon and there was no way you were leaving the trial alive. Your expression must’ve mirrored your emotions, as suddenly he took another picture, looking at it before looking back down at you. His knife was stowed away when he suddenly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder carelessly. 

His grip on you was tight as he walked, his voice low, “I guess you wanted to stay, you were so ecstatic you couldn’t even leave. I’m glad, I think we’ll make a great pair- don’t you?” Panic gripped you like a vice, your breath hitching as the reality dawned on you. He wanted you. That was it. Nobody else mattered, they could leave, they could try to get in the way, but he was hellbent on getting what he wanted. The thought of how many pictures he had of you already made you shudder, yet you couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts of all the ways he could have killed you instead. It would’ve been endearing if not for the wounds you had already sustained. 

The last generator roared to life, the survivors seemingly pleased with the easy trial they had. The exit gates were open almost immediately, and if only they knew how much closer that put you to your prison- your eyes blank as he carried you around the trial. Even if you wanted to wiggle, your legs wouldn’t respond, you wouldn’t be able to stand or walk. You were powerless to him as he carried you closer to the hatch, his pace quickening almost in excitement. There was no hesitation in his movements as he stepped into it, both of you enveloping in darkness. Tears streamed down your face as you realized that the entity’s realm could be much worse- and it was going to be. 

[ennergetics]

FILLED REQUEST: cloud prince, or the roman holiday reimagining with ha sungwoon

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pairing: prince! ha sungwoon x reader genre: fluff summary:  You’re a reporter in desperate need of a sensational story. Ha Sungwoon, crown prince, falls into your lap and turns your life around.  warnings: none (set in madrid bc i’m cheesy and really enjoyed my stay there! hehe. hope y’all enjoy!!)

PRINCE SERIES: guanlin | sungwoon

ha sungwoon is his country's new crown prince, and if he’s being perfectly honest, he’s not very happy about it

sure, it’s his home, and the country’s involvement in software development has made it one of the richest in the world

but sungwoon had dreams, wanted to be a performer, before his older sister abdicated the throne to start her own business, which is strictly in conflict with being a royal

now sungwoon is under all these different rules of decorum and he feels stifled—he’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and this role requires an inscrutable mask of politeness and manners

when his family feels he’s ready, they send him off to Europe to meet with their tiny island’s trading partners

and in the first country, sungwoon makes an innocent comment about the prime minister’s choice of tie

his deportment teacher makes a huge fuss about it and sungwoon grows very, very tired

so at precisely 4:56 pm, he slips out of the embassy and quickly makes his way to a nearby department store

sungwoon uses all the money he has on him to buy a new set of nondescript clothes, glasses, a cap, and a box of hair dye

but he discovers right after that there’s no way he’ll be able to dye his hair on his own for the first time in a public bathroom

and he ends up sitting at a bus stop, left with less than a euro in his pocket

when you see him, you mistake him for a forlorn tourist

you’ve been having a shit day; your best friend and editor-in-chief just warned you about an impending paycut and job downgrade if you didn’t submit a good story by the end of the month

it had been too good to be true, working with seongwu as the foreign correspondent for his lifestyle magazine

fine, you haven’t written a good investigative article since your exposé on that one museum, but writing for PRODUCE is a lot harder than you’d thought

the only way to remedy a bad day, you think, is to do a good deed

so when you hear the lost-looking stranger’s stomach grumble in the silence at the bus stop, you offer him half of the sandwich you’d taken out for home

“I don’t need help!” he says, his voice panicked

and he has a wild look in his eyes, and you back away slowly

but he looks clean—his nails are manicured, for god’s sake

“are you sure you’re okay?” you say because you’re determined to be kind and there’s nothing he can do about it

but he doesn’t have a bathroom to do it at bc public bathrooms are too small and it’d be conspicuous

he gives you an odd look

“you don’t know who i am?” and then he grins, his smile so radiant your breath catches, annoyance forgotten

“no??”

he bites that plush lower lip and asks for a small favor

and that’s how you both end up at your tiny apartment

he’s in the bathroom and you’re messaging seongwu and jisung—the former is your boss, the latter your photographer partner

and seongwu sends you a lead he suggests you check out

i hear crown prince ha sungwoon is in ur area. cant find any recent pictures but here are some pics from when he was a kid

he’s chubbier in the pictures, but those pouty lips are unmistakeable

you’re crafting a plan as you go to check on him

crown prince ha sungwoon is shirtless in your bathroom intently reading the hair dye manual included in the box

“have you never done this before?” you say raising a brow

he huffs and admits he hasn’t

you end up googling a how-to video because he doesn’t have a phone on him

he’s sitting in your tub with his arms crossed and you’re watching the guide, texting jisung at the same time

i have a plan

his stomach rumbles right as you close the messaging app and his ears go red

sungwoon borrows your pink bathrobe and eats your cherries while you toast him some bread

“what should i call you?”

sungwoon mutters something in reply that you don’t quite catch

“did you ask me to call you ‘daddy?’”

“I sAiD CLOUDY!!!”

later he’s back in your tub, your hands gently massaging his scalp to get the dye in

and he moans softly once, his eyes going wide

“cloudy, is this turning you on”

“I HAVE A SENSITIVE SCALP…unless you want me that way, baby”

you feel 98% embarrassment and 2% attraction so you splash him with the water before leaving him to finish up

when he comes out his hair is a boring shade of brown, and you look him up and down

“well, you blend in aside from—“

“i’m taller wearing shoes, okay!!” he says, standing up straighter, before glancing at the door with a worried expression

you sigh, shrugging, and say, “do you have any money on you?”

and he shakes his head no, so you offer him your place to crash for the night

you’re texting jisung, letting him know where you’ll go so he can take the photos for your soon-to-be-written feature article about an unsuspecting ha sungwoon

and you startle because sungwoon’s asleep in your bed beside you???

but he looks exhausted, his body shaking slightly in the cold because he hadn’t even tried to take your blanket

so you tuck him in before sliding in next to him, your limbs touching because your bed is small

you wake up to someone singing in the kitchen

ha sungwoon is wearing your apron and making you an omelette

he beams at you when you eat it, saying, “it’s perfect, isn’t it? but it’s the only thing i know how to make"

you thank him for breakfast, washing the dishes as you casually say, “i might need an assistant for my blog post today”

which strictly isn’t a lie

so you hand him your never-used polaroid camera and brief him about your itinerary around madrid

when you get to the royal palace he seems relatively unimpressed, if very interested in the art

“there’s no room for such extravagance back home,” he mutters as you’re leaving

“what was that, cloudy?”

instead of responding, he takes a photo of you by the gate

you take a couple of him, too, both because they’re good material and because he’s so interesting to watch

you have lunch at a random tapas place and he’s ordering everything until he remembers he’s on your budget

but you nod at him and he lights up throwing an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you tightly to his side, and you cover up your blush by taking a few photos of him

later you’re eating ice cream while in line for the prado museum’s free hours, and you’re mesmerized watching him eat the ice cream more neatly than anyone you’ve ever seen in your life

sungwoon picks up a copy of the memorable painting list and grabs your wrist, promising to show you the best paintings

it turns out he knows a lot about art??

and you’re sorry you can’t take recordings because the enthusiasm with which he speaks is really captivating

you ask him about it later as you walk the way back to your apartment

“i wanted to take up fine arts, like theatre or music or something, but my parents wanted me in art curation because it’s more fitting for an heir—an heir to our family business, i mean,” he says, his ears turning a tell-tale pink

he bids you goodbye at your door, shaking your hand after you give him one of the polaroid selfies you took together

“there are matters i have to attend to,” he says stiffly

and you laugh, shaking your head and pulling him into a tight hug

“you’ll need a better poker face for those, sungwoon,” you whisper in his ear

he’s back at the embassy when he realizes he never told you his name and you never mentioned yours

the next day, sungwoon’s at the press conference, and he sees you with a media ID on

it takes all the self-control he’s learned the past few months to keep from freaking out in public

later, you approach him, biting your lip as if you’re nervous, and sungwoon tries not to remember how you’d looked in the fading light of day the night before, the flutter he’d felt in his heart

“before you say anything, hear me out,” you murmur, and sungwoon nods with his brows furrowed

you hand him a small envelope with a fond smile on your face

“from PRODUCE publication, a present for the new crown prince”

sungwoon opens it afterwards and it’s a memory card with a post-it attached

‘the only other place these are recorded is my memory’

and he looks up the online publication but the days pass without anything about him being written besides a short note about his coronation

he reads every single article you post, and he hears them all in your snarky voice and finds himself missing you terribly

but of course he won’t contact you because he’s supposed to be far too busy for that sort of thing

still, when he’s back home, he orders a subscription for the print edition of PRODUCE

and it gets delivered to his place with a note scrawled all over the first page, in the same handwriting as the post-it he keeps in his wallet

‘guess where i’m going to be stationed?’