#not reblogging for the luck. i just like goats

[nostalgia-tblr]

the thing about chain-letter-style posts (“reblog and you'll get money!/a job!/whatever!”) is that while the phrasing is always positive (at least that i've seen thus far) and i think people would call out any that threatened bad things for the reader if not reblogged, there's no culture of tagging such posts and for most people they're just light-hearted daydreaming or whatever but to me it's fairly regular posts on my dash telling me that luck is real and that actions completely unconnected to a specific goal can change the outcome, which is what my OCD is constantly telling me. and depending on my mood/state they're unwanted reinforcement of my brain's mad claims, purportedly objective evidence in support of the idea that i can indeed influence the world around me by doing or not doing things that i know* can't possibly have any effect on those things :(

i know tagging for 'unreality' caught on to some degree but do chain-reblogs bother enough people that tagging would be adopted? for most people these chains are entirely harmless and they'll never give it another moment's thought, but if you're unlucky enough to believe in luck - or to not believe in it but your mental illness tells you that you can't ignore it just in case - it'd be nice to have an easy way to avoid at least some of them. any ideas?

(*The thing about OCD is... you know. You know it doesn't make any sense. You know the thoughts are intrusive and the actions don't actually do anything. But the attendant anxiety is such that it's hard to ignore the idea that you can influence these things and eventually you just kind of... do the compulsion to make the obsession shut up.)

[blorbocedes]

BLONDE TWINK BARES IT ALL! GETS A MASSAGE ;)

williams!era nico gets a massage by dr.dot for RTL in a video that looks like a casting couch bad porn intro. 1/2/2009

below i explain the lengths i went to find this 👇 its v long

so our story starts a few months ago when i began frantically dming my oldest nicologist friend @colors-of-feeling if she remembered this video. I had only half remembered recollections at this point, and i really only remembered the video because it looks so much like a casting couch porn intro. I know I screenshot it but I went through my gallery and couldn't find it. i knew I had seen it a very long time ago and care is one of my first mutuals, so anything nico I've seen she's seen. she doesn't rmbr 😓

now im like holy shit did i make it up. still i plead care to turn her archive public so i can go through it. no luck. i went through my own archive, even though i know I didn't reblog it because it had been a youtube link instead of the video. and i regretted it so bad, because i know that low quality few hundred or thousand views videos from 2000s is basically lost footage because youtubes search is basically incomprehensible. I also went through the archives of other blogs that nico posted back in 2021 for any sign that I didn't just project and Imagine it. no luck.

feeling defeated i go to my final hope, the nicologist of all nicologists @distantlaughter... with only half baked and increasingly hysterical descriptors "umm its like a casting couch video! a boat! but the boat is parked 🤔 maybe the masseuse had pigtails" i rambled, normally like a normal person.

ren the absolute darling immediately pops up with a video of shirtless nico get massaged. its not.

and another one. not that either 😓 we underestimated just how much nico posted getting a shirtless massage.

finally. FINALLY. ren dms me like 10 seconds of this video hidden in a nico rosberg compilation fan video that is even in worse quality. but it's this video!!!!!! it EXISTS!!! im not crazy....... but that 3 pixel collage was proof that it was real, but alas not post worthy. There was an RTL logo in the corner so in one final futile search, we searched RTL archives which unfortunately did not go far enough. We were doing literal detective work like from the 10 seconds of the fanvid we concluded it was like, probably an RTL monaco promo video hence the coastline and the boat, and given nico's hair length it must be williams (or 2010 merc). but nothing further than that. still ren is the absolute goat nicologist who figured it out from just my descriptions alone 🙏🙏🙏

with that I ended my search, knowing it was real at least, even if it wasn't the full video.

today i got a storage full notification. so I started frantically deleting random videos I had on my phone from years. and buried in august 9, 2022 almost exactly TWO years ago . was 5 seconds of this video and the when the screen recording closed you could see it was from a video called Dr. Dot.

this time im posting the video, im also going to ask @argentinagp to gif it so this buried, almost lost footage less than 1k youtube video can get a second life again, and so we can all enjoy weird late 2000s whoring drivers out. ❤️

all of this could be avoided if simply 2 years ago I had reblogged and tagged the original link. archival work is often thankless and pointless but wow, sometimes it can feel so rewarding. so enjoy!

which brings me to the most important part. doesn't he totally look like a twink in a bad porno here?

[fandomchill]

Changeling Au - Tangotek

Tango is a elemental Changeling, specifically of the Will-o-Wisp and Bright one variety. He appears to be a type of Troll, long pointed ears, sharp teeth and glowing red eyes with bronze skin. He has a whip like tail that is mildly prehensile and has a single flame at the end of it. His hair is made of the same fire. Both glow a soft yellow, though they will shift colors and intensity when his emotions take control. He wears smoked goggles to protect his eyes.

Originally chosen for his affinity with fire Tango was put to work as a Forge Flame for the Grand forge. He was placed on the night shift due to his brightness, but since many slept late at night he found himself quiet lonely. He would wander during the night, and often find himself assisting a Certain Goat with his work, allowing him to forge metals in exchange for conversation. This allowed him to form a friendship with Doc, who taught him the work of Runestone Magi-tek. He started tinkering on his own when the others slept, and soon he worked up the courage to ask for his position to be switched to Lab assistant. From there under the tutelage of Doc he worked his way to the Second in command.

Tango is a firebrand, bright and sunny unless you get his temper riled up. He loves to make weapons and armor for his friends, along with devious dungeons to test them in. He's fairly intelligent, though a bit scatterbrained. He rarely uses technical terms, preferring to use his own language for his tools and supplies, which annoys his boss.

Always ready for a good fight, despite hIs more back room role, he occasionally will join the guard on patrols.

Tango's wish is one he is willing to talk about. He knows that he wanted to stick with his friends and help those who were also going after wishes. Problem is he doesn't remember who. He realizes that not knowing is part of his payment, and is willing to endure the uncertainty because he knows the Gentry have to fulfill the wish.

Rank- Second in command for Research and development for the Grand Forge

Power:- Tango can at will create a blinding flash that can cause damage and stun those around him. Further he can "steal" light by forcing people to have minor poor luck around him. He must be able to see them and concentrate for a moment to use the power, but does not need to touch them.

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Feel free to Reblog, Like and comment, just always remember to credit me. I do like asks.

[ask-de-writer]

About INSURANCE! : (Part 3

of 18) : MLP Fan Fiction

@nevermord​ READ, LIKED, REBLOGGED

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INSURANCE! (Part 3 of 18)

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The Annals of Grumpy Goat

Of INSURANCE! he said :

I will never understand how someone can be so idiotic as to not just argue against the ruling of one of the princesses of the land, but then continue arguing it in their very presence!

Honestly, the rampant narcissism in Ponyville is almost frightening. Even Victor, a mad doctor with a bit of a god complex can admit when he's screwed up more easily than these fools! XD

It is the old "IF YOU JUST UNDERSTAND" thing, which assumes that if you do, you must agree. Plus, of course, sheer blinding greed.

The deadly fault in that argument is simple. It is perfectly possible for someone to understand the other side perfectly and still disagree totally!

Stallheart's real luck is that Clarence did not take offense!

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#5

We don't talk about Bruno:

Dolores: „It's like, AND I LITERALLY CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, it's like I hear him now.“

94 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#4

Isle kids visiting the Zoo!!

Because they live in my head rent-free

Yes, happy headcanons in our Descendants fandom

First of, it's Auradonian Zoo. It's security measures consist largely of „Hopefully, our visitors are not suicidal idiots,“ and the Isle kids will take advantage of that.

AKA the animals can't escape and harm people, but sufficiently reckless teens could totally climb into some exclosures.

Cut to all three Hook siblings jumping into the croc exclosure to show everyone how it's done. And leaving the employees and everyone not-Isle frozen and dumbfounded as they proceed to wrestle the crocks and win.

Unlike Jade. Yes, everyone will remind her of that.

*points at random lizard* „Mal, this is you.“ *another lizard* „Look, Mal! Here you are!“ *after looking for a reptile for slightly too long* „Finally, there she is! Everyone, come look, I found Mal!“

Mal: „WILL ALL OF YOU JUST KINDLY SHUT UP?!“

This was started by Uma and Jay.

On unrelated note, Uma's pirates enjoy finding the hiding reptiles in terariums entirely too much.

Uma's favourite is the Sea World exposition though, because, come on, people, there are sea ponnies!“

Harry would be happy to stay there with her all day, looking at the sea ponnies and sharks and fishes and totally not her reflection in the dark glass, how dare you even suggest that.

She also has to be physically dragged away from the manatee-petting-pool, because she kept chatting with them and attempted to climb into the pool, which is apparently not allowed.

Neither is allowed to jump into the bear's enclosure, not even if they „Look cuddly.“ Though to be fair, Uma, Harriet and Evie all pointed out that it looks like a safety hazard as soon as they saw that the railing is climbable-over and the drop is „not that high.“

Also, turns out that the Zoo keepers are not exactly amused by wild villain kids trying to race on the zebras, antilopes and camels:

Jay and Jade tried to persuade the camels into a race after climbing into their enclosure, a feat that the Isle kids agree could be accomplished by a sufficiently determined two years old. (The camels do not cooperate.)

Harry and CJ have better luck with the oryx gazelles, you know, the ones with the long sharp horns that could totally impale a person. („I'll bet you I could ride on that.“ „Bet's on.“ „What are you doing?! Miss?! Mister?! GET BACK HERE!!“)

The kids have too much fun comparing eachother to animals. Peacock is a fan favourite (All three Hooks, Evie, Anthony Tremaine); everyone agrees that Jay and Jade are some sort of big cat, only lying in the sun all day, and every single cute little animal you see? Yeah, that's Claudine. (She stopped finding it funny after the second time)

Everyone's favourite animals to watch are suricatas.

Everyone will deny it.

And by the way, did you know that you can't jump to them to pet them a bit?

Nor can you take the goats from petting zoo home. The employees will hear them making noise under your cloak.

Oh, and Harry attempts to steal a turtle. It's valuable and it's shell would make for pretty jewelry.

You know these walk-through monkey enclosures that have ropes in them for the animals to play on? CJ bolts from the tourist-route to climb on it too. The zookeeper protests that it's not safe, but Harriet just waves them away, stating that CJ will be fine. CJ is hanging upside down on the rope by this point and Harriet might or might not have spiked that cola she bought.

Oh, ice cream!

So much ice cream!

„Ben is paying for this, right?“ „Well, he better be.“

They are also very ready to ignore the no food inside rule until the Smee twins point it out. No one wants to be a bad example for the Smee twins.

Facilier sisters are good at pointing out the hiden animals. Like, freakishly good.

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101 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#3

Weapons the VKs would use:

The Pirates

(Hey, these are mainly just notes I made so I wouldn't forget which weapons I gave them in Utopia of the Lost. So if something doesn't add up with the canon, that's why.)

So, the pirates largely favour sabers. For the drama, of couse, and also because of a hilarious translation I may share with you one day. All of the VKs know their way with a dagger and/or knife.

Now onto the characters:

Harry Hook - He uses his hook, of course. To quote: Nothing says I'll give you a second smile better than a razor sharp hook in your hand. He can fight with a saber in his other hand. The idea of using a shield didn't ever occur to him.

Harriet Hook - She has two sabers. The idea of using a shield did occur to her, but where would be the drama?? Besides, she has Sammy, her first mate, to guard her back. Also, two weapons are better than one, right? More efficient.

CJ Hook - CJ is absolutely willing and able to to fight with anything she finds. She trades with Sinclair children, as Helga Sinclair sends her kids something interesting in an unaddressed package every now and then. Also, she loves throwing things. Very sharp things. Oh, and one time, she found a gun: this lead to Harriet banning guns and riffles Isle-wide and dumping the gunpowder into the sea. She locked the machinery on her ship. Never let CJ have a gun. She practically lives to cause chaos and she has no idea how death is supposed to work.

Uma - Similarly as Harriet, she fights with two sabers. No shield: She has no regard for her personal safety and both Harry and Gil have her back. Spoiler!!! She finds Triton's trident and uses it in fights too, because while the magic doesn't really work, it still has three really sharp ends. And it looks impressive as Hell.

Gil - Look, if Gaston taught him something, it's fighting. He knew how to use regular sword, dagger and various knives, and as he joined a pirate crew, he picked up fighting with sabers too. He prefers to fight with his bare hands, though, or better yet, to not fight at all.

The de Vil cousins - Diego, Hunter and Ivy are a part of a pirate crew. They can fight with sabers, but they prefer to keep their distance from the enemy. Preferably with the use of some expolsives. Uma banned them from inventing and experimenting in the port, because the pirates and fire do not mix well, so they meet up with Carlos in the ruins of Hell Hall every now and then to invent together.

Claudine Frollo - Before she joined the pirates, she couldn't really fight. She knew the basics, of course: strike below the belt when needed, go for the eyes, scream "Fire!" instead of "Help!". She has an affinity for fire and arson, but, well, the pirates and fire do not mix. The de Vils are strictly banned of providing her with expolsives, unless the circumstances are dire and the Captain gives the command. Claudine finds sabers barbaric. She thinks of poison as dishonourable weapon. This sends the rest of her crew up the wall. The day the Hearts introduce her to a zweihander, however- That is an interesting one.

101 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#2

Hey, I little list of stuff I like and don't like in D3!

So.

Stuff that I consider canon. Crazy enough to keep its rights, or something:

Audrey getting possessed by the scepter. Key words: getting possessed.

Any and all Huma moments that might have occurred.

Ben getting turned into a Beast, mirroring his father's story. I find it neat.

Jane being the awesome good fairy she is.

Celia Facilier. Yep, she's the whole point here.

Stuff I don't like and therefore did not happened:

Eh, the storyline in general?

CJ Hook and Freddie Facilier, who were in Auradon already due to Wicked World, NOT meeting their siblings the moment they crossed the barrier. We were robbed of the combined chaos of Harry and CJ and I'll not forgive that. Also, I refuse to believe they would have been caught by surprise by Audrey. Those girls have been hyperaware of their surroundings and any possible dangers since they learned how to walk. Well, Freddie was. CJ might have gotten distracted and attacked Audrey on the spot. You know what? That is a scene I wanna see. CJ Hook going headfirst at Queen of Mean, not even impressed by her evil laugh.

The whole "Mal is Hades's daughter" thing. Just, why??? Why not just introduce Haddie? Why not let Uma, actual Descendant of Greek Parthenon, handle it? Hell, Evie could have been Hades's daughter instead! She has blue hair! That's enough by Descendants logic!

Uma and Mal reconciling. Just. No. Not at this scale.

MAL AGREEING TO SEAL THE BARRIER FOR GOOD DAMNING INNOCENT CHILDREN TO LIFE IN DESPAIR AND CONSTANT FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES, BECOMING THE VERY THING SHE HATED IN D1!

MAL LYING ABOUT SEALING THE BARRIER TO JAY, CARLOS AND EVIE.

...Looks like I'm getting slighty off-topic.

Anyway, that's just my personal opinion, so, like, I mean no offence?

Unless that's offence to D3 version of Mal. All offence to her. And to King Beast whose fault it was anyway.

136 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Disney Descendants 🤝 Ever After High 🤝 School for Good and Evil: the holy trinity of middle grade fairytale retellings in which the children were doomed from the very start.

688 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

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[freckliedan]

wait did you ask for the blank for that one [blank] save me, [blank], save me [blank] meme or am i tripping (if you did pls post if not ignore me lol)

i did ask and i got a copy! it wasn't something i planned on posting here though i just have like five times as many followers here than on my other majn so i have better luck when asking for things like that here.

i'll reblog the post i made on my other main once i've answered this! i don't do that often though bc i assume there's not much overlap btween my followers here and the target audience for my mountain goats posting lmao

[victoriousscarf]

Chicken anon here. That ask is about the chicken post your reblogged. Your reply is exactly what I ask for. I always love quirky animal stories. Ah thank you for the awesome picture too. Perching charming birds!

Bennet sisters are perfect chick group name 😂. Now I need a brooding Darcy AAAAAHHH. I definitely name poultry after literary figures too if I could adopt them someday. Patsy and Leaper make a cute duo ❤️❤️❤️. Oh my your dog looks so cute ❤️❤️❤️. The predator birds are lovely plot twist 👍. Ah poor eagle. The owl serial killer is a super nice bonus. The owl is another scary favorite animal I think fascinating.

Thanks for the feather anecdotes. I hope you have a lovely season.

Okay I am thrilled that's what you wanted I was like hm what weird highlights of the chickens do I have...

The funny thing is ... we actually had this little bantam rooster at the same time as the Bennet sisters, and he had enough attitude to be a Mr. Darcy but I'd already named him Roy Mustang... (My parents let me get away with a lot when I named the chickens back in high school).

Of course this is how we've always operated, naming animals after nerdy/literary figures in a mismass. One of our first goats was Frodo (Which! I actually highly recommend NOT naming an animal Frodo. He ended up being really sickly and died pretty soon after, which actually like... vibes for Frodo with no goat Elrond around to save him. There are just some characters maybe it's better not to name animals after. We also had a lizard Pippin who ate himself to death. I am not joking. We have the worst luck with LOTR names, I think we stopped after we lost lizard Pippin).

When my parents had puppies after I moved out the first batch was all named after Shakespeare characters. Our other dogs are either named after Irish folk songs or Thomas Hardy characters.

[allegedly-human-uwu]

Looking at the reblogs: how does this not show the dominance of the 2014-2021 merc?

The two mercs were miles ahead of the rest for 4/7 years at this point (which is halfway thru the season). Two of those other 3 seasons ended with lewis still finishing way comfortably ahead of his only challenger, when ferrari had the time to be ferrari and catch up on their clown quota lol. (2018: lewis ~80 pts ahead of vettel, 2017 ~45 pts ahead)

However this and previous year it’s only max who is miles ahead of the rest and checo who has to fight for wdc p2. Alonso could overtake checo in the wdc standings in one race, Hamilton can do it in two.

So if the RB car is this insanely dominant, even more so than the merc has ever been, do y’all think checo is just complete bottom tier garbage when he has had this many issues getting into q3? (Which, first of all, rude lol) How does checo not land p2 every single race against these supposedly vastly inferior cars? Do y’all truly honestly think bottas was the 2nd best driver on the entire grid in 2019 and 2020?

I’m not denying the RB is dominant. It is. But this cognitive dissonance about the merc never having been like this is delusional. Especially when Paddy Lowe himself has gone on record saying they had to basically nerf the car so that they wouldn’t be too fast and get nerfed by FIA rules:

And y’know what? I still think Lewis is an amazingly talented and skillful driver, one of the GOATs. Because it is entirely possible to acknowledge that to be successful in f1 you not only need talent, you not only need a fast car, you need both. Because f1 isn’t purely racing, it isn’t purely designing a car that go fast, it is about both as well as strategy, luck, momentum, perseverance, etc etc etc.

But anyway back to the OP: yea pretty insane lol. We need to give max some more sidequests so that he can keep himself occupied

this is actually so insane and not in a good way

[savventeen]

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#i desperately want to go to the pumpkin patch with him and drink spiced apple cider and laugh at the antics of the goats in the petting zoo

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#5

2 ... With mingyuuuuuuu 🥺

break the curse, break my heart

pairing: cursebreaker!mingyu x cursebreaker!gn!reader rating: M (mostly for reader's potty mouth) wc: 5.1k prompt: ‘things you said through your teeth’ (from this list) summary: what's supposed to be a simple hex job turns into something much deadlier, and suddenly the two of you are fighting just to stay alive warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, near-death experiences, exorcisms (kinda), convulsing, blood, hospitals, but there's a happy ending friends no worries!!!, mingyu is self-sacrificing, self-harm (mingyu cuts himself so he can use blood for magic reasons), descriptions of a panic attack tags: modern magic au, curse-breaking as a career, they’re partners (in the business sense AND romantic sense), non-linear narrative, alternating pov, reader calls mingyu stupid approximately a billion times, but he absolutely deserves it so *shrugs*, seungcheol also makes a guest appearance as #1 hyung a/n: sorry this took approximately 84 years to complete (it was only supposed to be a drabble lmao) but i hope you enjoy it despite the wait!! also a quick note on the magic in this world: hexes are the equivalent of small pests and are more annoyance than anything whereas curses are Extremely Dangerous and often deadly

Hex hunting is not what you expected to be doing tonight.

Well, it was your job, of course, but usually you weren’t called in on a case so last minute, and especially not on one of your few days off.

But apparently whoever owns this house-turned-antique shop called in a favor or two at the guild, and everyone else was busy, so here you were — hauling yourself up a ladder and into a dusty attic at nearly midnight on Saturday night because there was pesky little hex on the loose that apparently couldn’t wait until morning to be taken care of.

Whatever. Jeonghan would owe you one, and you plan to save that favor for something big. Plus, it’s not like you’re doing this job alone.

Right on cue, Mingyu’s voice filters through your earbuds in a petulant whine. “Jagi-yahhhhhh.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he can't see it, a hint of fondness trickling through the exasperation in the form of a smile, and you continue your scan of the first room of the attic. The bright teal glow at the end of your wooden staff is your only source of light as you look for any signs of the wayward hex.

"Why did I have to be the one to search the basement,” Mingyu continues. “Why couldn't we have switched?"

You snort, peering around a stack of old moving boxes that tower over you and seem to be more duct tape than cardboard, miscellaneous protective runes scribbled all over them in sloppy permanent marker. "You lost rock-paper-scissors fair and square, babe, I don't know what else to tell you."

Besides the faint scorch marks you've found that match the ones throughout the rest of the house, you haven't had any luck in finding traces of the hex.

"But it's so creepy down here," he whines, pout audible through the phone call. He's right, of course — you suppress a shudder at the thought of having to face the numerous shelves lined with antique porcelain dolls stored down there, and thank the stars for letting you win that particular battle of rock-paper-scissors.

Even still, you can’t help but tease him just a little. “If you stop complaining and actually clear the basement, you can get out of there much sooner, you know.”

There’s a moment of silence over the line, and you take the opportunity to do one last sweep of the haphazard piles of boxes and broken artifacts — your staff’s glow unwavering — before heading to the door that opens into the attic’s second room.

“Wow,” Mingyu deadpans. “I think I hate you and everything that you stand for, actually.”

You bark out a startled laugh, loud and carefree in the way that only seems to happen with Mingyu, and you feel a smile bloom across your face. “Oh, wow,” you giggle. “Whatever did I do to deserve such sweet words from you?”

The teal light flickers slightly as you trace your staff in a familiar pattern in front of the door, checking for traps and finding none. Satisfied, you push it open with a creaking groan and step carefully past the threshold.

“You know exactly what you did,” Mingyu scolds indignantly as you step fully into what appears to be an empty room. “And you will get sweet words when you stop forcing me to go down into scary basements, y/n. I swear, some creepy possessed toy is going to be the death of me one day.”

“Sure,” you reply, distracted. Something about the room is…off.

There’s nothing immediately amiss — boxes and antiques just like the previous room propped up and shoved against the walls — but there’s something, a feeling, that you can’t quite seem to put your finger on, and it sets you on edge. “Should’ve picked a different career if you wanted to avoid scary basements, though.”

“Funny, we have the exact same job description and yet somehow you never have to go into the basements — only me.”

“Yeah,” you murmur quietly. “Funny.”

Something’s wrong.

Your bad feeling coalesces into a pressure that starts to build in your chest and the hair on your arms stands on end as goosebumps race across your skin.

“Gyu, something’s wrong.”

Belatedly, you realize you’d just interrupted him in the middle of a sentence, but you’re too busy tracing a quick series of protective sigils in the air around you to care too much.

His tone turns serious in an instant. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Not sure yet, bad feeling.” There are only a few strokes left for you to complete when the teal light at the end of your staff flickers and then goes out.

“Shit,” you whisper.

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63 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

jihoon is exhausted.

to be fair, he can’t really remember a time in recent memory that he wasn’t exhausted. and he knows it’s been the same for you, too — covering for other departments and working overtime and spreading yourself paper thin between friends and family obligations.

you both consider yourselves workaholics, and he knew what he was getting into when you decided to move in together. but he feels like he’s barely seen you these last couple of weeks and — he misses you. he misses you a lot.

you make sure to talk everyday (communication had been something you both struggled with in the beginning) but with your conflicting schedules he feels like it’s been eons since he’s gotten to just, sit with you.

he’s never been much for initiating physical affection, but he misses the way you let him wiggle his cold toes under your thigh when you’re watching anime together on the couch. he misses the way you seem to be magnetically drawn to him whenever one or both of you are trying to cook in the kitchen — a hand at his elbow, his waist, a cheeky hip check, a cheek pressed to his shoulder, a nose to his neck. he misses the way you press your fuzzy socks against his bare feet under the kitchen table when you’re both eating cereal at one in the morning. he misses the way every once in a while you’ll take his hand and pull him out of his thoughts and the apartment and into the passenger seat of your car, pulling up an artist you’ve been meaning to show him and letting the music play over comfortable silence as you take the scenic route to nowhere — one hand on the wheel and one hand holding his.

he misses you — and when he drags himself through the door well past midnight to find you fast asleep on the couch, laptop still open precariously on your stomach, something in his chest slides into place with an aching clarity.

silent beneath your light snores, he takes off his shoes and shuffles over to your sleeping form, delicately removing the glasses that were slipping off of your nose. the laptop is next, and then there’s just you in your oversized hoodie and a pair of boxers and your stupidly adorable fuzzy socks, and — jihoon is so, so in love.

he sighs, feeling his heart swell behind his ribs, and he decides he’s tired of missing you. it’s easy for him to crawl up and over until he’s laying on top of you with his head resting against your chest. the movement wakes you up, but only barely — enough for you to instinctually bring your arms up around his back and waist and mumble out, “hoonie? ‘ssat you?”

he hums, and you hum back before immediately drifting off again, a “love you” trapped on the tip of your tongue.

jihoon hears it, though, as he always has with you — as you always have with each other. and so he tempers his thoughts to the metronome of your breathing, and with the solid tempo of your heartbeat beneath his cheek, he finally lets himself succumb to his most precious melody.

102 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#3

the D in DK stands for Dihydrogen monoxide

pairing: dk x reader rating: G wc: 0.5k tags: fluff summary: seokmin just wants to make sure you stay hydrated :( a/n: this is for you @dokyeomblr bc ur last reply gave me brainworms and also hydration is important >:(

staying hydrated is hard for you.

not for any particular reason, of course. it’s just always been something that you struggle with. and no matter how many times people tell you how important it is to drink lots of water, you can never seem to remember until it’s hours too late and your body is cursing you for forgetting to take care of one of its basic needs.

you’re not sure when it was exactly that seokmin first took notice of your little predicament (probably the first time you complained about a headache in front of him), but in the last few weeks, he’s made it his personal mission to make sure you stay hydrated.

it started off with him giving you a water bottle every time you saw each other on campus, always making sure you took at least a few sips before he had to run off to one of his approximately 2380238 obligations. and then it upgraded to a personalized tumbler full of ice water — the cup was your favorite color and covered in adorable angry cartoon cats. when you’d taken your first sip from the straw, he’d smiled so wide and proud that you’d felt your heart skip three beats. (and then you’d choked on your water and ended up hacking up your lungs as he worriedly patted your back, but you try not to remember that embarrassment).

which brings you to now, the week of midterms, and the realization that you’ve somehow acquired your very own hydration fairy.

you know he has his own busy schedule to attend to, but somehow, every few hours seokmin manages to find you and refill your tumbler with fresh, cold water. sometimes there are even little pieces of fruit in it — "for the vitamins, y/n!" —and more than once, you’ve been so focused on your work that you didn’t even realize that seokmin was there and putting a straw to your lips until half the cup was gone and you felt like you could focus again.

it’s one of those times now, late thursday afternoon in the campus library, and when you turn to look at where he’s crouched down next to where you’re sitting, your breath catches in your chest. he’s tired, you can tell – who isn’t right now? – but even then, he’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. the golden light filtering in from one of the nearby windows gilds his silhouette, and the light of his soft smile brightens all of the dark, exhausted corners between your ribs.

finally, after weeks of keeping the question on the tip of your tongue, you hold up your nearly empty cup and ask, “why do you keep doing this?”

his smile brightens, a sun cresting over the horizon. “can’t let my beautiful sunflower wilt, can i?”

110 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#2

you glow pink in the night

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader rating: G wc: 1.7k prompt: none, i just wanted to post something for minghao's bday <;3 summary: you and minghao are in a long-distance relationship, and minghao returns to his apartment after meeting you in person for the first time. he finds a surprise you left for him in his luggage warnings: none tags: fluff, just pure romantic fluff, long-distance relationship, Yearning™️, talks about kissing, they are so in love it's insane, love letters a/n: i wanted to break my angst streak and post something soft for minghao day. also, while it's not explicitly stated, i wrote this as the reader being a transwoman! if that bothers you in any way, please do not interact, thank you 💜 (this was originally a sapphic minjoon threadfic that i'd posted on twitter) a/n pt. 2: there are two theme songs for this fic — can't help falling in love cover by ingrid michaelson and pink in the night by mitski

The apartment is quiet as Minghao enters.

First, there are the soft thumps of his sneakers when he toes them off in the entryway. Then, the jingle of keys as he drops them onto the countertop, the acrylic frog keychain you had gifted him clinking softly against the tile, followed by the low whirring of wheels across the wood floor as he drags his suitcase behind him to the bedroom.

The springs squeak as he flops face down onto his mattress with an exhausted grunt, and then — silence.

He's never been a huge fan of silence. Don't get him wrong, he loves the quiet — soft moments in nature or normally bustling parks.

But silence, pure silence, the kind that feels like it compounds in on itself until it feels like you're completely ensnared in it — it always leaves a little too much room for unwanted thoughts to flutter to the forefront of his consciousness, swirling and uncatchable like dust motes in the afternoon sunlight.

This particular silence echoes a little louder than usual, though. The absence is felt a little more keenly — the yearning leaning a little bit more towards unbearable than not.

He really should have expected this — a crash, one that would inevitably come after such an incredible high.

And oh, what a high it had been.

He had saved and managed and planned and saved some more until finally, finally, the stars had aligned, and he'd been able to take time off of work and school and book a flight to New York — to where the other half of his heart lives.

To you, his long-distance girlfriend of two years and the woman he planned to marry someday.

For an entire week, you'd gotten to live in each other’s pockets, gotten to never be more than an arm’s length away instead of thousands of miles. Gotten to be face-to-face, heart-to-heart, (lips-to-lips), instead of screen-to-screen.

It had been heaven.

And like all things, the good and the bad and everything in between, it had come to an end.

So here he lay, a fourteen-hour flight and an hour-and-a-half bus ride later, in a space devoid of the warmth of soft skin and high-pitched giggles that he'd just had the privilege of getting to hold in the palms of his hands.

His surroundings had so swiftly gone from hallowed to hollow, and he releases a shaky sigh into his pillow.

He doesn't want to sink any further into that line of thinking, so he rolls over and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his oversized hoodie, turning on his playlist full of swooping orchestral music and blasting it at full volume.

He tosses it beside him and goes to get up and start unpacking before realizing he almost forgot to do something important.

Snatching his phone back up, he holds it up above him as he's lying on the bed and turns on the front-facing camera.

Before he can overthink how tired he looks, hair falling all over the place and bags under his puffy eyes, he snaps a quick photo and sends it to you. He follows it up with a few quick texts letting you know he made it home.

to: y/n ❤️✨🌻

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My #1 post of 2022

Hey :)) I love that promt list.Can I request things you said at wedding with coups

our ending is made for each other

"Choi Seungcheol,” you start lowly, a dangerous edge to your tone, “you had better not be proposing to me right now, at our best friend's wedding."

pairing: choi seungcheol x gn!reader rating: T wc: 1.1k warnings: alcohol (reader gets drunk), lots of cussing (reader has a potty mouth oops) tags: fluff, just pure ooey-gooey fluff, humor, established relationship, talks about proposing/marriage, reader is an angry drunk and it's adorable summary: while at their best friend's wedding, seungcheol brings up the fact that he wants to marry reader someday. reader proceeds to have a little bit of a breakdown (the mostly good kind) a/n: hihi thank you so much for the request! i'm not 100% satisfied with this, but i still had a blast writing it and i hope you enjoy reading it :) title from svt's 'happy ending' || prompt from this list

You don't process what he says at first.

The wedding reception is well underway, cheesy romantic pop music blasting through the speakers as different groups of people let loose on the dance floor. You've also had a little more to drink than usual, already tipsy and steadily heading towards drunk, so when Seungcheol murmurs something from where he's next to you, it's no surprise that it takes your brain a while to catch up.

And then you think you must have heard him wrong. You turn in your seat and ask, "What?"

Ethereal is the first word that comes to mind when you look at him. His suit jacket hangs abandoned on the back of his chair, and he's rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showing off his strong forearms. His long hair is pulled into the half-up style that you love, and the colored lights dancing across his face remind you of the stained glass windows you grew up around — like he's something almost holy.

You're brought out of your momentary reverie when he turns to look at you, surprised, like he didn't realize he'd spoken aloud. "Huh?"

You elaborate, "What'd you just say?"

"Oh." He looks back over to where he'd been staring before, and you follow his gaze to where the bride and groom are seated, falling into each other as they laugh about something. When you turn back to Seungcheol, he's already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. "I said, 'That's gonna be us someday.'"

Quite suddenly, you don't think you're sober enough for this, for the way an earnest kind of yearning bleeds out of his big doe eyes — especially when he pulls your hand off of the table to hold it gently between his own and promises, "I'm gonna marry the hell out of you someday, y/n."

You think your heart might have migrated into your throat, and it feels like the rest of your organs have decided to play a spontaneous round of musical chairs.

Of course you've thought about what your future together looks like, of course you have, especially after years of being together. You've spent more time than you'd like to admit daydreaming about what it would be like to go from calling Seungcheol your boyfriend to calling him your fiance and then your husband. And more than once, the two of you have talked about and reaffirmed that you're both in it for the long haul, but…

"Choi Seungcheol," you start lowly, a dangerous edge to your tone, "you had better not be proposing to me right now at our best friend's wedding."

His eyes blow impossibly wide in shock, and you would laugh at his expression if your heart wasn't trying its damndest to suddenly become an Olympic gymnast.

"No, oh my god, no," he assures, squeezing your hand. "He would actually murder me if I did."

You raise your eyebrows, confirming, "No?"

He smiles, sheepish. "No." His expression smooths into something soft and contemplative, and he doesn't let go of your hand as he scoots closer to you, knees touching.

"No, I was just..." he trails off as he searches for words, and you get distracted by the way he starts playing with your hand. It's an endearing habit he has whenever you're together — using whatever part of you he can reach as a fidget toy while he's thinking.

Finally, he asks, "You know how sometimes something doesn't feel real until you say it out loud?"

"Yeah?"

He trails a callused fingertip down your fourth finger, stopping where it meets your palm. "I realized I wanted it to be real." You look into his eyes, and he's looking back at you with a hopeful kind of longing, one that steals the breath right out of your lungs. "That I want it — a future of forever, with you — to be real."

For a moment, you feel suspended in time. The lights continue to paint Seungcheol in a kaleidoscopic chiaroscuro, the music and laughter a faint mumble in the background. You know you love him — have loved him for a long time now — but in this moment, you feel so full of that love that you think your chest might explode like an overinflated balloon.

And since you can't actually explode, your inebriated body does the next best thing. Angry tears start burning in the corner of your eyes, and you feel one of them drip down your cheek as you say, "Fuck you, Cheolie. I'm so mad at you right now."

Seungcheol's jaw drops. "What?"

You use the hand not currently being held to angrily scrub at the tears continuing to fall. "I bet Seungkwan that I wouldn't cry at the wedding, and now I'm about to be out fifty bucks, and it's all your fault."

He laughs, incredulous and confused, and he uses one hand to start gently wiping your cheeks with a napkin. "I— I'm sorry?"

"You should be! You can't spring something so disgustingly romantic on me when I'm drunk and already in a state of heightened emotions!" You send him a particularly scathing glare over the hand he leaves pressed against your cheek. "Especially when I'm realizing how utterly and irrevocably in love with you I am! Fuck you!"

He starts giggling, and it's one of the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard, and it only serves to make you even angrier. With the tone of a man who's absolutely besotted, he says, "I always forget you're such a belligerent drunk."

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AS YOUR CLASSMATES // TOKYO JUJUTSU HIGH STUDENTS

amihan's note: here's how i imagine them as the type of classmate based by my friends' chaotic energy. i don't make the rules, they radiate this energy big time, happy reading!

additional note: thank you to the person who reminded me of hakari's academic points, i owe you one 😁💛

-itadori yuji

deadass copies your homework the same day of passing

"oh we had homework?! can i copy yours" cue his puppy dog eyes

half of the time listening to the lecture, half of the time just doodles in his notebook

if you're his seatmate, oh my good luck

he will try and converse with you every single time during discussion

got called by the teacher, finally pipes down

though, gotta say he will be the type to excel in quizzes!

unexpectedly did well and one of the highest score in class

overall, you like him but hate him at the same time

-fushiguro megumi

oh boy, this guy straight up sleeps at the back of the class

will make you sit in front him so that the teacher won't notice him

[based on true event] came prepared, opens notebook, pen in one hand his head leaning on his other hand looking like he's writing down notes but in reality he's deep asleep

he's just tired, let him be

if you're paired with him, he def cooperates

the goat of groupworks

overall realiable classmate, he's just sleepy

-nobara kugisaki

always comes in class looking pretty!

you forgot your lash curler? she have one. oh you also need mascara? no worries she got you.

will gladly apply light makeup for you

pretty handwriting!!!

she listens attentively during discussion

don't start a conversation with her cause she will not stop once you do

the type to lend you her notes

overall, a sweetheart. love you kugisaki 🥺💛

-zenin maki

she's definitely a braid expert

during break time, you will always see her braiding someone's hair for them

active participation during discussion

top student

always excel at everything

also, always part of the honors list

the one who the teacher's call whenever no one answers

will willingly teach you the lesson you have a hard time understanding

oH the student who lets you copy during quizzes (kids u gotta study for quizzes, don't just copy others... but if you didn't, just ask them)

overall, would make a great study partner and most likely the source of many students

-panda

that one loud ass kid

always yelling during break time

but he's the fun one, will initiate playing a game if no one was doing anything

if he's close with the teacher, he will not answer the question asked seriously instead coming up with something witty and unrelated

ends up getting a warning, but after class the teacher is not really mad at him

vibes with so many teachers

will always make the class laugh with his wittiness

overall, the class clown

-okkotsu yuta

you know the good looking quiet kid that everyone secretly has a crush on? yeah that's him

surprisingly good at drawing, got his time to shine when arts were presented in front

i just know that this boy always carry a handkerchief with him

he always hold it in his hand fiddling with it

sits in front of the class

always being persuaded by the teacher who organizes pageant for the school but always says no bcs he's shy

fun to tease and tell jokes to

when you talk to him he's always laughing

"i didn't even say anything funny" he just smiles fidgeting with his handkerchief, say sorry and tell him a joke now!

overall, a quiet and average student

-inumaki toge

now this bitch, a menace

definitely your friend

"toge can you get my glasses?" this mf will purposely get it by the lens

you have your hair up in a bun? he never fails to miss a moment smacking the top of it and will have the guts to make buzzing noises while he's at it

doesn't take down notes saying he can just photocopy yours

also copies your homework, every goddamn time

but gotta admit that he effortlessly excels in one subject where you greatly struggle with, so it's kinda a win-win ig

worst type of tutor, he sometimes forget to tell you important details

also, the type to get reviewers from you

overall, i love you toge but i wanna strangle you sometimes

-hakari kinji

you don't see him often

teachers remember him but not in a good way

if ever he's in class, he sits at the back corner

doesn't participate much

if you're grouped with him he just agrees with whatever the group suggests, once in a while giving his own suggestion

his bag you ask? none.

only has a pen

will ask his seatmate for a piece of paper if ever he feels like taking notes

don't really have anything to say about him other than he's barely passing

will probably end up repeating a year due to his tardiness

overall, though he's mia once in a while he will still make a great classmate have group works with since he easily cooperates

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[southsidestory]

Can't Afford Love on Minimum Wage

"Do you have lavender-infused non-dairy macrobiotic sorbet?"

Sasuke felt his left eye twitch. "All sorbet is non-dairy. That's what makes it sorbet."

The customer flipped her long, blonde dreads over her shoulder, which disrupted the dreamcatcher resting on her pale forehead. "Whatever. Do you have it or not?"

Sasuke pointed toward the blackboard behind him. "Is it on the menu?"

Cultural Appropriation Barbie's eyes narrowed. "Shouldn't you know what's on the menu?"

"I do."

He could recite all twenty-six ice creams listed on the board, along with their primary ingredients, any allergens, a short description of their flavor profiles, and suggestions for which ones paired together best. Sakura had drilled all of that info into his head during his first two days at Jeni's.

Sasuke really wished he could go back to memorizing flavor facts.

"Then why are you asking me what's on it?"

"Because apparently you didn't read it," Sasuke said.

The customer gaped. "Where's your manag—?"

Sakura swooped in before she could get the question out and said, "Hi, I'm the shift leader! I think what Sasuke is trying to say is that we have some great options you might like. For a similar flavor, we have a wildberry lavender ice cream—"

"I don't condone enslaving cows for their milk."

Sasuke gestured toward the end of the freezer. "How do you feel about goats? We've got a goat cheese one down there."

"Sasuke, why don't you take your break?" Sakura said brightly.

"Sure."

As he headed toward the back, he heard Sakura describing their newest vegan flavor, a refreshing, bright sangria-style frosé sorbet, made with pear, strawberry, and watermelon.

Sasuke took a seat on a cardboard box filled with jars of fudge, butterscotch, and caramel sauce. He checked his phone. Only one message. From Naruto, naturally.

Good luck on your first day dealing with people. Try not to get fired this time lol

Sasuke could hear Sakura telling the vegan customer that her four-scoop cone and a pint of frosé sorbet were on the house and that she was very sorry about the employee who had been so rude.

"He's still in training."

Might have fucked that up already.

Dude. You've only been there three days 😂

Shut up

Do you know what macrobiotic means?

Macrobiotic? I think that's like the stuff they give you when you get syphilis

Sasuke rubbed his eyes. He must have gone temporarily insane to think Naruto would know the meaning of a word with more than three syllables.

That's penicillin you moron, a kind of *anti*biotics

"What the hell was that?" Sakura asked.

Gtg get fired ttyl

Sasuke put his phone in his pocket. "Sorry. Guess that was a little rude."

"A little? I'd hate to see your version of being very rude."

Sasuke waited for the verdict. On the one hand, Sakura was only a shift leader, not a manager, so she might not have the power to fire him. On the other, this was his third strike in as many days, so he had to be on thin ice.

Sakura ran a hand through her chin-length pink hair, and he had the stupidest thought: her hair is the same color as the frosé sorbet.

"You obviously need some guidance on how to give quality customer service. Have you ever worked at a place like this before?"

Sasuke had spent the last five years caught in a revolving door of food service and retail jobs. So he wasn't being entirely honest when he said, "A couple times, yeah."

"Okay, well, whoever trained you before must not have done a very good job," Sakura said. "I'll try to teach you how to deal with difficult customers with more… grace. And patience. And better manners. And—"

"I get it. I suck with customers. Can't you just stick me on the waffle cone station or make me clean shit?"

"As often as I possibly can," Sakura said flatly. "But sometimes you're going to have to scoop or run register, and your pissy attitude will break the tip jar. Half the money I make here is in tips, and I am so not letting you gut my paycheck."

"Wait, what? Half?" Sasuke asked. "You make seven bucks an hour in tips just for scooping ice cream?"

Sakura smirked. "Closer to ten, actually. And I make good tips because of my excellent customer service skills. Watch and learn, unless you want to live off minimum wage."

He could more than double his paycheck by being nicer to customers?

"Okay. I'm all yours." Sasuke held out his hands. "Teach me how to not be an asshole."

Sakura hid her smile behind her hand, giggling. Damn, her laugh was as pretty as the rest of her.

"I don't make any promises to improve your personality," she said, her voice teasing. "But I'll teach you how to fake it."

Sasuke doubted that. Chances were, he'd cuss out an annoying customer before the end of the week and be job searching again by Monday.

Until then, at least Sakura would keep him company.

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Author's Notes: Here's a sneak peek at my SasuSaku romcom! Yes, you read that right, I'm writing comedy. It's based on an absolutely hysterical tiktok by Scott Seiss (which I'll link to in a reblog later, bc for some reason tumblr hates links). Many thanks to @birkastan2018 for inspiring the first line of this fic! And this is entirely @toondoon1010's fault for giving me the idea for this story.

[kryptsune]

World Building Wednesday!~Yokaifell

🌼One of my personal favorites was chosen this week and I am so excited! It was a tie between Wiccafell and this and I just decided to do a little coin toss. I am happy to also announce that the ideas in Yokaifell will also be appearing in a more original form in the Souly Damned Universe. I will talk more about that on SD Saturday!

Yokaifell AU

Yokai Masterlist:

[Red] Ryutsuki (Ryou) 龍月- Kitsune (Kitsune Ebi- Shou & Rin)

[Boss] Kuro  黒- Gashadokuro

Doomfanger- Maneki neko (a variation of the bakeneko this kind brings good luck and fortune which I thought would be cute for the brothers. Hilariously Doomy was with Boss before he died coughs. Doomy is kind of like that cricket in Mulan supposed to be lucky but... questionable.)

Flowey: I am unsure if I am planning on putting Flowey in this or just have him as Asriel. Either way, he would most likely resemble the higanbana. These are also Red’s flower of choice, which is…ironic if you know the language of flowers.

The Dreemurrs: (this is a hard one. There are no Yokai as far as I can recall that are goat like, however there are some good candidates that could work. I have a few in mind right now and that is the kotobuki, hakutaku, shisa, Kirin or even the baku.

Undyne: Uni nyobo

Alphys: Honengyo (This is kind of the “Godzilla” idea she would just be mini XD)

Muffet: Jorogumo

Grillby: Onibi (this is a strange one because he would have to be a combination of onibi for this to work but don’t worry I am on it!)

Gerson: Kappa/ Genbu (due to his wisdom)

*{The lesser monsters would be a variation of yokai not exactly pertaining to their UT counterparts unless I can make that connection. The Underground/ Underworld, in this case, it basically the spirit realm so it’s not really necessary. They are not exactly trapped like in the original.}*

Main Plot Synop:   Frisk is a foreigner trying to start a new life across the world in Japan. I am still trying to pick a possible location in Japan but that is a minor detail. I will say that I would like it to be a little more secluded. It is also modern day (I settled on Izumo). The people she moves to live among tell Frisk of their traditions and stories but her being from the West she has a hard time understanding. Frisk is told not to stay out too late and wander the nearby forest but hey who listens to reason? She ends up getting lost, alone, and afraid. That is until a series of flame like lights presumably show her the way back to the town. This happens a few times but she becomes more and more curious by them until they lead her deeper into the forest. She comes upon the entrance of an abandoned shrine stopping before a Torii Gate as the lights disappear. These are kitsunebi by the way. Only when she is hesitant to pass through it do they appear on the opposite side.

She ends up being startled by a white haired human that seems to have just appeared out of thin air. He tries to speak to her but she barely understands the language if only a few words. In frustration the stranger steals a kiss from the shell shocked human girl only for her to suddenly be able to understand what he is saying. A still highly confused Frisk ends up learning that he is in fact a demon or rather her interpretation since she is from the West.

It turns out that in order to give her the ability for her to understand him a dose of his magic was required changing the physical makeup of her soul causing it to become desirable to other hungry yokai that roam both the spirit realm as well as the night. Not believing his claim and rather angry at his sudden advance she storms off heading back toward the village. She begins to see more than she should as spirits appear out of the woodwork.

An oni appears in front of her ready to devour the poor unsuspecting human in which she ends up running back to the gate in order to avoid the giant monster. At first Ryou is not interested in saving the human girl but it is his fault that she has ended up in this situation. He saves her but not before she ends up accidentally running through the Torii Gate attempting to dodge an attack. The beast follows and Frisk ends up trapped in the spirit realm when the monster destroys the gateway. Kuro, Ryou’s older brother makes quick work of the beast.   

The rest of the story revolves around Frisk trying to return home which requires a journey since a human does not belong in their realm and the gate to “leave” is on the opposite side of the realm. It is incredibly dangerous for someone like her to be there so she ends up in disguise with the help of Grillby and Ryou. Ryou is a kitsune so he is able to create the perfect disguise adding more magic to her soul to fool it into becoming a yokai temporarily. He is surprised to find she is the same kind as him, a kitsune. 

Their journey takes them all the way across the spirit realm to find another gate and on the way they run into a colorful cast of characters. Some are helpful spirits. Others are man eating demons that are looking for a delicious human soul to devour. At first Frisk is content staying with the brothers but a human does not belong in their realm and that causes complications. 

Yokai Lore/ Spirit Realm world: 

The spirit realm is a dangerous place that few humans have ever set their eyes on. It the world between. A space that is home to various yokai. Humans cannot naturally see spirits as the modern setting has diminished the humans that still believe in them. They are not trapped but rather there is a hierarchy that is established. The more powerful the yokai the more they are able to interact with the human realm. 

Hierarchy brief explanation (restrictions and interactions): 

Servants of the gods- Yokai that can interact with the human world during the day or whenever they see fit. They are messengers for their respective deities. They are not known to be troublesome or mischievous. 

Kitsune- A more rare type of yokai that can shift its appearance at will but mostly represented by that of a multi tailed fox. Some of them are servants of the gods but those who have no alignment can walk among the living during the day for a duration of time. When the night comes they can walk freely and interact with humans as they see fit. They are mostly known for luring humans away with kitsune ebi or fox fire.

“Boss” Yokai- Yokai gain their status by either specific species or their prestige. That can either be obtained by LV gain or doing favors for the gods. Some are hostile and some are passive it depends on the encounter. They can walk freely during the night without hindrance but unlike the two prior they cannot take form during the day. 

“Lesser?” Yokai- Yokai that are relatively weak and unable to hold a physical form in the human realm. They can move objects and possibly possess humans but they have no ability to interact on a substantial level. They can be seen by some humans as little dancing and vanishing lights. They can rarely pass the barrier as is.  

Lost souls- Lost spirits that wander between realms. They cannot interact with humans but can be seen from time to time. They are what the west consider the typical ghost.

Human Struggles Info {Plot}:

A human does not belong in their realm which also means that the world is also an enemy. The power of the soul plays a huge factor in this as weak souls are more susceptible to the world influence. There are three different outcomes that are possible for a human if they end up trapped in the spirit realm.

Dinner is served-  A large number of yokai are known for their man eating tendencies finding human souls and flesh a kind of delicacy. Some are beasts that kill for pleasure but humans worst outcome is being eaten or killed.

You’re one of us now- A strong human soul slowly can be changed. The soul decides what kind of yokai that humans can become or will become. It is entirely possible that most of the yokai were once human but it is unknown. They are usually lesser yokai or spirits.   

Lost soul- What the title implies. A soul unable to remember who they were. They wander for the rest of eternity searching for answers they will never receive. They are miserable creatures that pull others into their fate. Their depression is infectious and anyone already questioning themselves could easily find themselves among their ranks. They are not malicious only confused and desperate.  

Symptoms of becoming a Lost Soul: 

Confusion

Memory loss

Random emotional outburst/response

Physical weakness/fatigue

Relationship {Plot}:

Ryou and Frisk become close for a reason that they are both unsure about. They could be soul mates or his magic that is embedded in her soul begins to spread making her have feelings for him. Either way her love for him never wavers. A human can never fall in love with a yokai. It is not only forbidden but also very dangerous. *whoops* Their soul bond only grows stronger as their outward feelings increase. They spend the night together not understanding the consequences of that kind of action.

Unfortunately, Frisk begins to show symptoms that her soul is not powerful enough for this world and she begins to lose herself and forget. In desperation Ryou and Kuro make the decision to travel all the way to the end of realm to get her back to the human realm. When they get there she has a choice. She can stay and become a lost soul for the rest of eternity or leave and forget everything about them. Since Ryou and Frisk are soul bound she would feel a loneliness for the rest of her life unable to understand why. It is like losing a part of yourself. It hurts but she chooses the second option returning to the human world a little bit changed from before.

*Have any questions past this point be sure to drop them in my ask box! If you want to see more drop a comment and/or a reblog! 

(spoilers ahhhhead)

Epilogue {Plot}:

Though Frisk has forgotten about her soul mate and her time spent in the spirit realm she still has these feelings. She finds herself spending more and more time peacefully sitting by the gate or in the forests surrounding her home. It is calming and peaceful for her. What is even more curious is her new condition. She finds out by some miraculous way (not really she just doesn’t remember) that she is pregnant. When she has her children she finds them as normal children for the longest time until they turn 10. They start seeing things that they shouldn’t including dancing among little fire like lights that she swears she has seen before. She could swear she sometimes sees little fox creatures dancing in the flames. A trick of the light...right? 

Frisk doesn’t know but Ryou’s ability to walk in the human realm has him visiting his children and her even though she is unable to see him any longer. Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night feeling like someone is there. A kind of warmth that she leaves her feeling cold when it’s gone. Her two children begin to show physical signs of being yokai including little fox ears and tails which she does not seem to question. It feels right to her for some inexplicable reason. Her children eventually see their father through the gate one day and Frisk is hesitant to step through it (for obvious reasons). She follows her children only to leave the human world behind once more meeting a stranger that to her is not so strange. Her memory slowly returns his Ryou’s help and they live happily together with their kids. It turns out that giving birth to two yokai children strengthened her soul from before giving her the ability to stay and become a yokai herself. As before she becomes a kitsune.

[mudhorn-djarin19]

The Statesman Fair - (Agent Whiskey x reader)

@autumnleaves1991-blog is doing Writing Challenge Wednesdays and I just HAD to do this one. I love carnivals~ This isn’t my best writing cause I wrote it quick and I apologize but I still hope you all enjoy. I had a few ideas and charas I was gonna use... but then my bff gave me the idea of a Statesman run fair (after said state fair) and I was like OwO YES! I try to stray away from Whiskey for once but oops just get roped right back lol lol Summary: Jack takes you on a date to the Statesman Fair Rating: General Warnings: None but fluff~ AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist via here!

It was summertime and Statesman was hosting its annual fair again. Every summer they set up a fair within the distillery’s perimeters for the locals to come visit for some fun and help boost sales. Champ hired food vendors, games, rides, a petting zoo and even booked some music entertainment each year to keep things fun. Statesman staff could volunteer to help work the event or just attend for fun. You in the past usually volunteer with Ginger and this year was no different. The day of the fair came and you were sat up in the Statesman booth, selling your name brand liquor to the attendees when your fellow agent, Agent Whiskey swung by.

“Howdy ya’ll.” He nodded his head.

“Jack, we get this shit for free. Why are you here?” You laugh.

“Think Ginger will be okay to run the booth by her own for the rest of the day? I’d like to um… spend some time with you.”

“Jack are you asking me on a date?” You blushed.

“Um.. yea sort of. If that’s alright.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I’d love that. Let me check.” You descend back into the booth and ask Ginger. 

She gives a nod and with that you step out the side door and greet Jack, hooking your arm into his. “Lead the way cowboy.” You smirk.

Deciding you are both hungry you make your way over to the aisle of food vendors. There were so many options you couldn’t pick but settled on some classic corn dogs and fries. Jack said they weren’t as good as the ones at the Texas State Fair but weren’t bad. After finishing your lunch he leads you over to the petting zoo. You stepped into the big pen and started to feed and pet the goats. 

“Aren’t you just a cute little thing.” You say scratching its ear.

Jack leans down to pet one but it instead rams him in the leg with its horn. “Ouch son of a-” He swears.

You laugh at the interaction. For a man who owns a ranch and grew up on a farm you think he’d not have such bad luck. You both move to pet the miniature horses to which Jack tells you about his three horses he has at home and how he’s love for you to come visit them sometime, which you gladly agree with. He leans back against the fence and smiles as he watches you pet and feed all the different animals in the pen. Not afraid of any of them and trying to share as much of your love as possible. 

After spending a good time in the petting he leads you over to the games. Determined to win you a prize or two… or more, he takes his luck at the balloon pop game. He fails pretty badly which is not shocker but he does win you a silly cheap bracelet that you wear with pride. He swears at the balloons saying they are so hard to pop and his aim is not that bad, just you wait and see. 

You lead him over to the baseball toss game seeing a cute dog plush you like. He tries his luck again and of course as he said, his aim wasn’t bad. Of course it isn’t, he’s a senior agent. He knocked all the blocks over first tying, winning you the big plush you wanted. The attendee grabs it down, handing it off to you. You both play a few more games, the water shooter game which Jack beats you at, winning you another plush and then whack a mole which funny enough you beat him at, winning him a plush in return. He objects to it at first telling you to keep it but you disagree, wanting it to be his. “You already won me three prizes. This one is yours. Keep it and think of me when you see it.” You wink. Heading back to the food for an afternoon snack you and Jack grab a funnel cake to share. You laugh when some of the powdered sugar gets stuck in his mustache. You wet your thumb with your tongue and then reach up to gently wipe it off. With powdered sugar collected on your thumb you pop it into your mouth. Pink tints Jacks face at the gesture.

As you both enjoy your funnel cake the sun starts to set, leaving the sky in a beautiful pink and blue tint. Jack leads you over to the ferris wheel. You place your prizes in a cubby box and hop on. As the ferris wheel lifts you higher into the air you curl more and more into Jack’s side. His arm drapes across your shoulders. The ferris wheel stops when you are both at the top, you both look across the Statesman property at all the fair hustle and bustle and the gorgeous Kentucky landscape.

“Thank you for a fun day Jack. I really enjoyed myself.” You smile, resting your head against his chest.

“Of course darlin’. Thank you for letting me take you out on this fun day.” His fingers find your chin, lifting it up to look at him. “I enjoyed our date. I hope you’d like to go on another with me sometime.”

You lean your face up to him, lips brushing against his. “Of course.” You reply, pressing your lips to his.

He presses his lips back and slides his hand around your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you closer. Your kiss is interrupted then by the ferris wheel jolting to a move again. You yelp and cling to Jack who chuckles and holds you close to him.

“I’d absolutely love to go on another date with you Jack. However, our date today though isn’t over yet… we still have all evening.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Taglist: @sarahjkl82-blog​ @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange​ @blackberries45​ @s-unflowxr​ @donnaa @hailmary-yramliah​ @prideandpascal​ @parkjammys​ @so-many-reblogs​ @hb8301​ @darnitdraco​

[possibly-evil]

ok :) hope you like it (side note: I’ll get to the other reblogs and asks soon, but I’m a bit tired rn)

Paul stumbled backwards. The men and women in military gear stormed the choir room, shouting as the infected teenagers fled. Paul’s mind was a mess of fear, joy and sadness.

Bill. His best friend. His only friend. He had just wanted to save his daughter. Was that so much to ask? Why did he have to die? Why did he have to… 

Paul’s thoughts trailed off as two men approached him. The one with longer hair raised his weapon.

“Wait- wait! I’m not one of them! I’m human I swear-“

The handle of a gun smashed down on Paul’s head. 

But rather than everything going dark, there were bright flashes of color beneath his eyelids. What was going o-

Paul saw everything.

He saw himself, infected. Struggling to fight it. He saw Emma, leaning up to kiss him. He saw himself again, spinning Emma in a dance as she screamed for help. He saw things that had happened, things that hadn’t. He saw things that couldn’t happen. He saw him and Emma, getting married, no music in sight. He saw them again, clutching each other as a plane whisked across the top of a shopping mall. As Paul was arrested. As he was being stabbed to death by himself. As he sat at the foot of someone’s bed, meowing like a cat.

But he didn’t only see himself.

As the future, past, and whatever else was there flooded into his brain, he saw Ted. Being stabbed. Nuked. Infected. Shot. Burned.

And then Ted saw him. They locked eyes for a moment, Ted old, grizzled, and homeless. He said something. 

“Another bastard.”

Then it was dark.

But Paul wan’t unconscious. He was somewhere. It didn’t feel like anywhere, but he could hear things. Voices. Then one spoke up.

“Tinky, are you fucking kidding me?” A deep, theatrical voice boomed through the darkness. “You can mess with Spankoffski as much as you want, but now my whole plot is ruined!”

“I didn’t mean too, Pokey,” a high pitched, giggly voice said. There was a sigh, then a spotlight flicked on.

A man dressed in a sparkly jacket, a feather boa, and a strange mask stood in the center. Paul could swear he was… glowing. A strange, blue glow came from him and mingled with the yellow stage lights. And then Paul remembered.

Well, not remembered exactly. He just knew. He knew everything now. He understood. He could see his future, his past, in every timeline.

“Hello Paul,” the entity he knew as Pokotho said. “It appears my brother has made a mistake. I don’t know how, but with Tinky…” he scoffed. “That goat can manage to mess anything up.” The god approached Paul.

“You’re going to kill me.” Paul said. He already knew. He could see.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. I hope for better luck in the next timeline.” Pokey placed his hand on Paul’s head.

And everything went away.

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just put ideas in my asks or the comments. PLEASE REBLOG AND SUBMIT IDEAS, EVEN IF THEY'RE SUPER STUPID!!! im desperate for writing prompts.

Please keep it appropriate, romance is fine but I kind of suck a writing it lol

im open to most ships and headcannos, if I don't like one then I won't write it.

These ideas can be anything! pre-cannon, post-cannon, or during the events of a show or NMT episode! I also like alt. universes, such as the Everyone Lives NPMD AU and Half-Infected Paul.

idk how many people will respond to this but im hoping lol

[wandering-wolf23]

Don’t screenshot or reblog this. You’ll be blocked if you try it.

I’m watching FaceBook drama right now. There’s a good reason why I don’t have an animal blog or animal page - backseat farmers who have no idea what running an operation actually looks like.

You can do everything right and still have shit happen. I’ve had oops babies (people don’t latch the gate, they do it through the fence, a tree comes down when I’m not home, all things that have happened here), medical mysteries that end in euthanasia (Tacoma, rest her soul), and just plain bad luck (Lady and her seizure disorder). Things happen. Pretending that you know more than a vet who specializes in goats is beyond arrogant and stupid, especially when you haven’t been given the full information.

Goats are cute and I would love to have an “is the goat video cute” blog, but I just do not have the grace to be kind to internet morons.

Also, don’t try to tell me my goats aren’t fucking purebred just because they aren’t inbred to hell and don’t look like boxcars on spindly little legs. Some of us don’t have problems with toxemia, jerkface, and I would like to keep it that way.

[fennopunk]

okay random but in one of your recent reblogs in the tags you meant to put ”you can’t have a giant hay goat and expect it not to be burned“ but im assuming it autocorrected to “giant gay goat“ and I just wanna say it was funniest thing to me to imagine the gavle goat burning as a hate crime. Like ofc it’s not, but it was just funny to me. Anyways love ur blog!

Oh crap 😂 Not an autocorrect, G an H just are next to each other in keyboard and I have a tendency of typing way too fast. But you're absolutely right I meant HAY goats, not gay goats, although now I have an image on my head about a hay goat in pride colours or flag or something burning to bring good luck to LGBTQA+ people (we do have shit ton of reeds and they're close to hay... Hmm 🤔)

Thank you so much! 😂🥰