#nfs series

[xinganhao]

not for sale 💳 mingyu x reader. (3)

celebrity!mingyu and small business owner!reader. check out 🛒 not for sale's masterlist.

You can’t bring yourself to end the call. 

Your phone is overheating. You’re below the acceptable battery threshold of twenty percent. And the dark-haired boy on the other end of the screen looks more asleep than awake. 

You should end this call, but you can’t. 

Mingyu doesn’t seem keen on ending it either. His eyes are drooping and his head has begun to loll every so often. He’d spent the first couple minutes of the call talking about his day— the seemingly endless rotation of engagements that came with being a celebrity. 

Sometimes, it still strikes you as odd that this is the life you now lead. Being on FaceTime with somebody that hundreds, maybe thousands of people fawned over. 

But you were friends… right? And friends called each other. Friends texted. 

This is friendly, a small voice in the back of your head tries to convince you. So very, very friendly. 

The conversation has since mellowed out. Mingyu makes good on his word; he falls quiet, observing your work like it’s some form of entertainment for him. At one point, you even forget he’s watching. 

It’s why you’re a bit jolted when he absentmindedly mumbles, “You have nice hands.” 

You pause in the middle of bubble wrapping an order. One cursory glance at your screen, and you see that Mingyu is absolutely fighting for his life to stay awake. The sight almost makes you smile. 

“You should head to bed soon,” you say instead of addressing his compliment. “We’ve been on call for— what? Two hours, I think.” 

Mingyu says something too low for you to catch. You give a noncommittal hum of ‘hmm?’, prompting him to repeat what he’d said. 

And maybe he’s just tired enough to decide fuck it. Maybe it’s past midnight and that makes everything fair game. 

Because Mingyu breathes out a quiet “not enough,” and you swear something screeches to a halt in your brain. Two hours. Not enough. 

You swallow. He’s out of it, you think to yourself, your fingers quivering a bit as you cut, tape, seal. He’s sleep-deprived and talking out of his ass. 

That’s what gives you the audacity to ask what’s been on your mind for days now. 

“Mingyu,” you ask, “why do you want to be an ambassador for Bittersweet?” 

A beat. One that stretches long enough for you to wonder if Mingyu had finally succumbed to his exhaustion. 

But then, his voice— quiet, but not any less sincere— rings over the line. “Because I like your jewelry.” 

Plain and simple. You’re not sure why you expected more. 

He goes on, his tone a little softer, slower. “I like what you’ve done with the business. I like… how hard you work. Your passion. All that.”

Mingyu pauses to yawn. You glance over to see him smiling into his phone, his half-lidded gaze trained on your hands moving over your workbench. It makes his next words a one-two punch on your poor heart. 

“Your brand may be called ‘Bittersweet’,” he says, “but you’re as sweet as they come.” 

EXCERPTS FROM "MINGYU opens up on being named Rising Star of the Year"

Q: Earlier this year, the Internet fell in love with you for being an ‘advocate for small businesses.’ You’ve seemed to take it a step further, though. 

MINGYU: [laughs] Is that what they’ve been saying? I had no idea. But, yes— the pieces I have on right now are from a small business. It’s called Bittersweet Jewelry, and it’s something I found one day while scrolling through SNS. 

Q: You didn’t know the seller prior to purchasing? 

MINGYU: No, not at all. They didn’t even know it was me. I used an alias for a while. 

Q: I see. A lot of people believe your support has been reflective of your personality. Being caring, considerate. 

MINGYU: That’s very nice. I appreciate that. Although, if I’m being honest, I’m just a guy who likes good jewelry. I admire consistency, quality. [holds up his rings] These have it in spades. 

Q: That’s why you keep coming back to brands like Bittersweet. 

MINGYU: Sure. We could say that.  

[...]

THE TOP FIVE SONGS MINGYU HAS BEEN PLAYING ON REPEAT LATELY

Love Me Like That by Sam Kim

Linger by The Cranberries

Tadhana by Up Dharma Down

If You Do by GOT7

LMLY by Jackson Wang

[...]

Q: What do you look for in a partner? 

MINGYU: Now, Minghao… [laughs] 

Q: Sorry. The readers want to know. 

MINGYU: I’m never going to escape this question, am I? Give me a minute to think about it. 

Q: Sure. 

MINGYU: [after a moment] I’d like somebody dedicated and passionate. Someone sweet. And… 

Q: And? 

MINGYU: Someone with nice hands, I guess. [smiles] 

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[rambroplays]

LEGENDARY Final Boss Race From NFS The Run

[likealittleheartbeat]

I try to generally be constructive and engaged with the show I love on here, so on this day, I’ll just say that one of the most thematically important aspects for me from the original ATLA is Aang’s emotional core of real shame for running away when he was hurt by the monk’s decision to send him away. People who feel the kind of deep-seated shame that Aang feels from this decision can understand how that kind of all-encompassing shame is not built around a simple failure or a lie they tell themselves; it’s constructed from real misbehaviors and transgressions of their own sense of ethics—lashing out, telling lies, attempting to hurt others intentionally—that then have consequences (abuses, abandonments, or deaths) which seem to far exceed their expectations or even basic logic.

The combination of the misbehavior with exaggerated existential punishments (along with a lack of support and amend-making in the immediate wake of the events) is what transforms a sense of guilt (I fucked up) into shame (I am a forever fuck-up). Then shame, that sense of being a secret monster ‘no matter what I do or how good everyone thinks I am,’ invites all the avoidance strategies (Aang puts on big smiles, makes lots of jokes, constantly tries to make everyone happy, hops from town to town without building deeper connections). One doesn’t want to acknowledge one’s true feelings or let others in to see those feelings and experiences because it’s too painful to face the grief at the same time that you have to look at yourself for being responsible—even when you recognize it wasn’t totally your fault. It’s just that if you had just been good, less emotional, less human, then maybe the world wouldn’t be so messed up. Of course, in a zen view of things, the world will always be messed up in the same way it will always be beautiful. These are constant facts that always coexist in balance, and this is the truth that Aang learns and that undergirds the whole series.

So I always loved that Aang ran away. It was his sin and his salvation. And it becomes this constant tension for the series—he gets hurt in Bato of the Water Tribe and starts to run away from Katara and Sokka, he runs away to the Guru in the Crossroads of Destiny and his best friend is attacked, he and the gaang retreat after the Day of the Black Sun failure, he runs away to meditation in Sozin’s Comet when everyone wants him preparing for war. Aang’s reluctance to be a hero and the attachments and petulance for which he gets criticized are what metamorphasize to become his most noble attributes. They allow him to empathize with others shame and, ultimately, wield the kind of compassion that can deconstruct the power and perfectionism of imperialism.

So yes, Aang ran away from his temple 100 years ago. It wasn’t the mentally healthy choice. It wasn’t the ethical choice. It wasn’t the wise choice. It was human and emotional and shameful and real. Aang is a better character for it. ATLA is a better show because of it. And we are better people when we understand these kind of tragic emotional experiences that people are trying so hard to grow through.

[pokimoko]

Hello!! i just discovered your blog and firstly i wanna say that your art is gorgeous! <33 and secondly, if youre still taking requests could i get a lesbian/non binary cheetah? /nf

Thank you! Cheetahs be upon ye!

[phoenix-artz]

HEY GUYS!

I MADE ANOTHER ANIMATIC, GO WATCH IT!!! :DDDD

[ultimateloserboy]

posting this again after like two years but would anyone like an askblog of my dhmis recolors and their little au 👉👈 the fandoms super dead so idk if its even worth it cuz idk if anyone would see it :CC

[nilfruits-confessions]

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this fucking ask made me giggle in the middle of math class are you proud of yourself right now.

[fronzie]

ARTHUR! - AN OC STORY

this was for a series i was gonna make w/ some friends but they backed out and now it’s lwk dead. i might bring it back if people want!

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TW; Gun Usage, Light Gaslighting

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Ryder startled awake at the yell of his nickname. Sweat billows down his forehead as his dark brown eyes dart across the room in a wild panic.

They linger on something in the dark. A silhouette of a person. A tall, masculine silhouette.

“Who’s there?!”

He shouts at the shadow in slight fear, rubbing the dreary night sleep from his eyes and bags. Ryder’s hands try to grab something on his night stand, insomnia pills.

The creature that lurked in the night didn’t reply. 

Panic slowly began rising in the 23 year old as his chest started to rise and fall. 

His arms, tainted with scars of his own doing, slowly start reaching for the M4 he owns in the drawer of the night stand. 

“Who are you?! I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you!”

The fear in his voice is very audible. 

This figure finally spoke and Ryder’s skin crawled in realization.

“You’re awake, good. Aiyana gave us a miss—“

“FOR FUCKS SAKE, STANLEY! HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET MY ADDRESS?!”

An ‘interesting’ Stanley Smith takes a few steps forward, still in his work attire. Ryder throws middle fingers toward his older work friend as he gives a heavy sigh of relief, laying back down in his bed.

“never do that ever again or I swear I’ll shoot you!”

He groans with a slight yawn. Something caught his eye though. Stanley looked…. different.

A light brunette man with blue eyes. That’s the Stanley Ryder has known for 2 years. This isn’t blue eyes though.

Soulless pale white eyes stare, never moving. never blinking. 

“You won’t. I’m quite upset about something, you know Arthur?”

This ‘Stanley’ began.

“I’m displeased that you left. That you, on June 2nd 1938, ran away.”

“How do you know about that day?”

Ryder’s words oozed with an unsettling fear.

However the man ignored the question and continued. Snow white eyes burn holes into Ryder’s being.

“You should’ve stayed. You should’ve handled it like a man. Or are you not a man? I think, in my own opinion, you are a scared little boy, hidden by all the lies you tell yourself.”

“shut. up.”

“You know what I think, Arthur. Should I say Ryder. You remind me so much of your old man, Luciano. And your mother. Heh. She treated you right, yes?”

“i said shut UP.”

Ryder’s hands grab the pistol and aim it at Stanley. His hands shake violently as his pointer pulls back the trigger.

“You are pathetic, Ryder. I had so much faith in you and this is how you repay me?”

The war vet cackles as a bullet flies through his chest. A sight the assassin is used to. A dead body lays slumped against the wall. 

Ryder still seems jumpy, his chest rising and falling quickly. The 23 year old shakily puts the M4 down and tries to sleep. 

He can’t.

What Stanley had said kept repeating in his head like a broken record. The man Ryder accepted as his father figure. One he told his secrets to. 

His eyes snap back open to a dull bedroom. The one he fell asleep in.

Stanley’s body wasn’t in the room. 

There was no sign of it ever being there.

“it was all a dream….Jesus Christ….”

TIME SKIP - WORK DAY - 13:47

Ryder walked around the mess hall, noticing his ‘mentor’ loading some 44-40 Winchesters. The train-ie, Ryder, had his mask and gloves on as his eyes linger on Stanley. In the same attire from the dream, but no…y’know. 

He inhaled and exhaled before walking toward Stanley. 

“hey…uh…question.”

His shaky voice didn’t seem to concern the veteran.

“What is it, Arthur?”

Stanley put the magazine and bullets down, crossing his arms with a lifted eyebrow.

“you don’t know where i live, right?”

The face masked man blurted out. This obviously caught the other man’s attention

“What? No? Why the hell would I need your address?“

He protests, crossing his arms.

These sounded like words of reassurance to Ryder as he gave a heavy sigh of relief. 

“good..good. thanks… am i a pussy?-“

The man’s voice rattled with tears as he looked up at Stanley.

“what the fuck are you on? have you been taking ketamine? No you’re not a wimp!”

The taller man rolled his eyes. 

“Now get ready, we’re leaving for the next mission in an hour.”

He waved Ryder away. 

[away-ward]

Willemmy, willemmy, willemmy!!

Also: Kai thinks Will sounds nice.

[yourfavoriteworksatmcdonalds]

u did scp 173? great!

NOW DO SCP 096 (if u already havent)

scp-096 "The Shy Guy" from THE SCP FOUNDATION works at mcdonalds!

[xinganhao]

not for sale 💳 mingyu x reader. (1)

✉︎ @maplegyu asked me if she could abuse her moot privileges for this smau, and ??? when was i ever going to say 'no' to my favorite gyuldaengie! her prompt: celebrity!mingyu x small business owner!reader would be cute AF— based on this (i.e. mingyu selling out a regnie pudding).

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↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ not for sale by enhypen. love is growing by plastic plastic. 711 by toneejay. she wants me (to be loved) by the happy fits. like or like like by miniature tigers. like the movies by laufey. do you wanna do nothing with me? by lawrence. wall st by boys go to jupiter.

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[inkwell-and-dagger]

carrying on with the potential uarad series since the first option seems to be winning by A LOT

would y'all like the start of uarad to be pre-transformation, or during / post?

here we go again hiiiiiii tag list :3

UARAD Taglist: @creppersfunpalooza @toyybox @whumpy-wyrms @vidawhump

[okcoolthanks]

EV. I THOUGHT ABOUT CAVE CRITTERS AGAIN I NEED TO BE PUT DOWN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WOODLANDS NATIONAL PARK ANALOG HORROR SERIES. HOLY SHIT I. IM SO NORMAL

hi i love you

LMAO hi mouse I love you too

[08-47]

DON'T.. FUCKING.. DO THAT AGAIN, HOLY SHIT- YOU'RE ALIVE, HOLY FUCK...

[egtotaldramatakes]

Sooo… I’ve been thinking of drawing the persona casts in the total drama artsyle. Then I can be able to make Joker and Akechi kiss for real. Also it’d be funny.

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[nerdyenby]

WHAT IS THE BAD BOYS RELATIONSHIP???

I’m so confused, are they a polycule or not??? Are they merely homies who just so happen to share a bed and call each other babe?? Are they a family??!!!