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[mish-tique]

Tagged by @rizz07 and @alexi-01

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Tagging @thetwelfthcrow @nuggetstappen @babssionate @foo1ishheart554

[sunnebeam]

bonus: holly's walk.

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' EXTRA.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, holly meets a new friend

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: in case u didn't know, i'm still currently on my aug-oct vacation (see details in pinned post!) and this post was scheduled in advance :> also i'd just like to emphasize that flashbacks & bonuses in the househusband au are gonna be shorter than the usual drabbles (bc i can't write long fics fkr the life of me). and w/o further ado, enjoy reading & share ur thoughts ^^

One fine Wednesday while his hooman is out buying groceries, Holly takes a walk.

Holly usually takes this as an opportunity to get to know the city, familiarize the neighborhood, and get some exercise in.

He's walking down the sidewalk a couple of blocks from the apartment when he sees something peculiar.

"What's wrong?" he barks at the big Doberman stuck in a tangle of its own leash.

"I was trying to chase a butterfly," the Doberman barks in response, "but now I'm stuck."

"Let me help," Holly barks reassuringly. "Just follow my lead."

So the poodle tries to retrace the tangled knots of the leash and barks out instructions to the Doberman on where to walk, which direction to go, and whether he's doing it right.

He's not. He's far from right.

Because the Doberman just got even more entangled with the leash, if that was even possible.

"I'm sorry," Holly barks in apology. "I think I messed up."

"Don't worry," the Doberman barks as a response. "Besides, my hooman's coming back home soon."

"Are you sure?" Holly hesitates.

"Yeah, you should head home now, too. It's getting late," the Doberman assures. "I'm Bam, by the way!"

"I'm Holly!"

Their tails wag as an alternative to a handshake (or paw-shake?).

"Well, if you're sure," Holly barks, "I'll head home now. Bye Bam!"

Bam barks in goodbye and Holly heads home with a promise to return someday to play, preferably when the Doberman isn't stuck in a leash anymore.

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

If chivalry is dead than call me a necromancer

Also I looked it I'm like three hours ahead of u how does it feel to live in the past lol

★ Story time!! ★

So in the "find that man dead or alive" mission graves and a bunch of shadows have somehow got makarov's address and basically the idea is to find makarov and detain him or kill him if he tries to fight back yk. It's like late afternoon when they get to his house btw this is kinda important.

So they go in, and it's a pretty normal house. They split into three groups of three one group per floor. On the ground floor is the kitchen, living room, a bathroom and another kitchen. Second floor is three bedrooms for some reason even though only one person lives there and another bathroom. Top floor is a room with a bunch of hobby stuff like a guitar or smt and there's a cellar with a bunch of alcohol.

So Graves is the one who finds him but ofc he's asleep on his desk bc being a terrorist is tiring work ig and Graves is like. Well. I can't kill him bc he's asleep and that'd be cowardly anf whatever so I guess I gotta take him with us. That's all I really got up to fkr that one tho so lmk what u think should happen next. I was thinking like violent interrogation scene with a truckload of sexual tension. (:

Ao3 ★

god i love it lmao. you sound like u have a lot of this figured out already!! i would definitely read the thing when you get it done!!

ngl the thought of graves looking at someone and thinking "bruh would be scummy to off them in their sleep duh :/ guess we have to just... take him into custody?" cracks me up a little

i think ur idea about the violent interrogation scene filled with sexual tension fits best ngl. wouldn't think of something better

also sorry for holding this ask hostage in my inbox for so long that it's probably not even relevant anymore lmao, i had a rly tough couple of months and didn't want to worry about responding to anything and it did make me kinda stressed because I didn't want it to be half-assed and feel like im not interested because it would've been obvious that my mind is elswhere :")

[jumpthensfall]

hi 💘💞

[toukatan]

Dropping by for my daily ask, not so daily but ٩( ᐛ )و anyway beni hate my new class, first day we did presentations and none of them new how to done properly, and today I had an argument with one of them cuz I got annoyed since they kept asking me if I could share my homework, I politely said go away, but then the guy started to say you are discriminating and I’m like ??? But ignoring that BENI YOUR BREAK IS SOON, SUMMER AU- oh wait can’t say that, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BREAK, AND RELAX

flowiee hello!! you needa drop by more on the daily 🤧✨ okay listen you gotta fight that class mate — i’m joking don’t literally fight them but i totally get why you would get mad because it’s your work and you’ve worked so hard on it and you told them politely that’s it’s a no! why are they even throwing the discrimination card?!? you just told them no! brb i’m gonna fly over to yell at them with you!! HOW DARE THEY?!? THAT’S NOT AOKAY! MY BREAK IS AFTER TOMORROW LEGIT I NEED IT NOW BECAUSE TODAY I SPENT 9 HOURS AT THE HELL HOLE AND I’M EXHAUSTED I CAN’T WAIT TO GET SOME SLEEP! AND ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO RELAX THANK YOU FLOWIEE FOR THE YELLING ABOUT BREAKS AND IM FIGHTING THOSE CLASSMATES

[mr-humphries]

Honey its 12 AM time for your reaper headcanons :)

!!!TW: This one is gonna be about mental illness abuse (emotional and physical), alcohol and the reapers su!c!de/deaths, you've been warned!!!

Ok, you understand?

Good-

(Also, I'm not good with story telling , so I'm sorry if it doesnt make sense)

- All the reapers were depressed, obviously, however, I dont think all were suicidal. Some may have been an in the moment death instead of being the only path they could take after trying so hard for too long or it could have been accidental

- Eric died by train. His was a no thought/in the moment death. Eric's human life was moderately working - barely middle class, his family could afford food and housing, but he remained in poverty (britain, am I right, lads /j). When eric saved up enough money, he was able to move his family and himself back to Glasgow, which, in the long run, was a terrible idea. Eric's father worked so much that he often drank to forget or relax, which ran his family low on money, forcing Eric to work more, despite being young and in his late teens. His father began to get aggressive as the drinking continued and Eric almost worked himself to death on a nearby train line just to provide for them, and give them a home to stay in. His father grew more verbally and physically abusive, poking at Eric to see where it hurt Eric the most, all for his entertainment. It soon lead to using sharp or pointed weapons. Eric had lived in fear of his father, but he couldnt get away, because if he was gone, they would direct it onto his mother. Eric was a tough man as he got older, desensitized to whatever his father threw at him, but soon his mother was brought into it. His father practically held her hostage until Eric did what the man wanted. Soon, his father kicked him out, ordering him to find somewhere else and never return, and if he did, hed put his mother in danger. Eric had nothing. He barely worked minimum wage but it was enough to keep him alive by himself. It should have anyway. Eric made it to the trainljne on an empty day. It wasnt uncommon for workers to not show up, but it was just Eric fkr the moment. He was afraid, he hadn't thought this far. Despite his tall and strong appearance, he was frail and weak and barely held on by a strand. All it took was the close sound of an engine to make his last move.

- Alan died by overdosing on medicine. (All this will be explained in greater detail in the story I'm writing) When Alan was younger, his parents abandoned him on the side of the road, him being weak and ill, his parents didnt want something to burden them. They were middle-upperclass and didnt feel the need to waste their money on an ill child. They wanted a strong boy. Alan followed a pair of reapers on duty through the portal back to their realm, which was how he ended up in a box in front of William's doorstep. He managed to attend weston college once he was older, a few years younger that Vincent, but didnt manage to graduate due to heart palpitations that rendered him in constant pain and discomfort for long periods of time. Once bed ridden, despite all the help from his new friend, he still felt useless. Like a weight on someones back, a burden. He had harmed himself before, just to feel something that wasnt the pain in his chest. Once that didnt work, he continued to overthink with intrusive thoughts, thoughts that made him view himself as nothing but something to gawk at, to feel bad for. He didnt like the pity he was receiving. He could make anyone cheerful, so what was the point. He still had a full bottle of pills remaining.

- Ronald died by falling to his death. Ronald did well for himself. Graduated with a doctorate and earned enough money to take his family from working to middle class. He soon understood that not everyone could be trusted. His family began using him as a staple of their class, abusing their power against other people, and stole money. Ronald at first, struggled to understand why anyone would be doing this to him, but saw that his family were leeches and used Ronald for his status and wealth. He was but a mere object to them. Once he found out, he stopped lending the money, and it took a turn for the worst. He was publicly scandalized for things he didnt do and shamed for being 'attracted to the opposite gender' which Ronald never understood. Soon, it turned violent, if money was asked then refused face to face, weapons were carried so that ronald could take hits until he gave in. It didnt take long for ronald to make his decision. If he couldnt have anything, neither could those who hurt him for it. All he owned was donated or auctioned, as per his will, and charities were carefully selected for his money.

(I'm gonna leave this here cause I'm mega tired and wanna post some more cheerful headcanons :3)

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

update

heloo this is the old anon eho hates her sister (really my whole family)

mainly writing to say thanks to those who responded with advice. i knkw this is pretty late to say thank you but i've been locked in my closet for over a week or so and couldn't access tumblr

anywah i signed up for a bunch kf swimming classes, guitar classes, and japanese classes! HAHA my sister can't hug me if im too busy learning!!! and I wanted to do this stuff anywah and now I am

anyway life has been good (well, aside from being locked in a closet for over a week LOL) and i have a new appreciation for life and my like my fmaily more

anyway yah thanks for caring, even a lil bit. im so sleepy sorry fkr the several spelling errors im in a rush to type this beofre i fall sleep

goodnight rhank you

I'm glad to hear you're doing better (aside from being locked in a closet? o_o? but some people spend many years there...). It is good to stay busy and you're learning stuff at the same time too!

Sleep well, hopefully things turn out even better soon <3

[rainbowskis]

LATE NIGHT RAMBLING BEFORE I GO TO SLEWP BECAUSE NOONE IRL KNOWS MY ACC ON THIS HELLSITE

EXCUSE ME MR KIM HONGJOONG SIR WHO GAVE U THE RIGHT TO BE THE MOST ADORABLE HUMAN EVER HOW IS THIS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE

HES SO CUTE N ADORABLE I JUST WANNA SQUISH N KEEP HIM SAFE IN MY POCKET

WHY MUST HE BE THE TINIEST N CUTEST BABY EVER IM SO MAD THIS IS UNFAIR MY FEELINGS R BEING PLAYED

SORRY FKR ALL CAPS BUT I HAVE MANY FEELINGS I NEEDED TO VENT

[welcome-to-the-spiral]

You want langst! Ok. How about lance sacrifice himself onece again fkr his friends and the team start to worry. While he's in the pod, slav mention countless realitites where lance doesn't make it. He also mention his depression an how he mafe his own scars, when lance get out, the team confront him about it

Thank you so much! I’m always a sucker for Slav spilling the tea on things he probably shouldn’t spill the tea on

Depression TW, Self Harm TW 

Shiro remembered every moment of what had happened with perfect clarity. He remembered Pidge’s warning shout, the desperation and undiluted fear filling their voice telling him what he needed to know: he wasn’t going to escape this mission alive. He remembered turning towards the Galra soldier as the gun that he held discharged, the purple laser shooting straight for Shiro. He remembered the impact of Lance against his side, the feeling of utter terror as he turned to the Red Paladin, desperately trying to pull Lance with him. He remembered that brief moment when their eyes met, Blue on Grey, and then the impact of the laser against Lance’s chest plate, throwing him backwards, and the small, sad smile that was painted across his face. 

In those moments, time had no meaning. It could have been seconds between Pidge’s shout and the laser slamming into Lance and decimating his chest plate before finding its home directly against the skin above his heart, but it could have been days, it could have been years. 

When the world finally came back to Shiro, the silence crushing him as the Galra seemed to pause, realizing they had invoked the wrath of the other Paladins, he turned and launched himself at the Galra who had shot Lance, his Galra arm activating as he threw himself forward. It was the movement that broke the silence, and the rest of the Paladins threw themselves forward, their fighting vicious as they attacked the Galra troops, no care for their own safety as they took down Galra after Galra. 

It was only when the fighting ended that the silence returned, and with it the crushing realization the Lance was still lying on that Galra Warship, a pool of his own blood surrounding him. Keith was the first to break out of the horrified trance that clouded the Paladins, stumbling to Lance and trying to pick the lanky boy up. Shiro moved forwards, his hands grabbing Lance’s legs as he helped lift the boy. Pidge screamed into the comms, ordering Coran to ready a pod as she followed Keith and Shiro, one of their hands pulling Hunk, who was still in shock, forward. 

–

Lance’s injuries were bad; He had already taken a hit to his leg that had lost a lot of blood, and coupled with the massive, gaping wound in his chest, chances of survival didn’t look promising. Perhaps this realization was made worse by Slav, who was nervously rambling on about percentages behind Shiro, his hands clutched nervously together. 

“In 89 percent of realities, the injuries Lance has sustained are fatal, despite the best efforts of the team and the Healing Pod.” Slav stated. It was, perhaps, not meant to be heard, his words had been spoken on a momentary lull in the worried conversation the Paladins were having, and they immediately drew the attention of the team.

“What,” came the strangled reply to his statement, “did you say?” 

The team turned to Shiro, adamant rejection of his self-blame already spewing from their lips, but they realized this question was far from about his own blame. Keith backed away, shaking his head.

“He can’t- He can’t be dead.” Keith whispered, his voice weak. Slav’s eyes were wider than their already large size, and he looked down, eyes filled with the glassy liquid of his own tears. That was when the others remembered that Slav was friends with Lance, the Cuban telling wild and miraculous stories that Slav would calculate the possibility of eventually happening, and the jokes they told that, when met with an unresponsive crowd, would say were funnier to ‘99.9 percent of other realities.’ 

“In 99.999 percent of realities Lance would be happy that it was him and not Shiro.” Slav began again, trying, and failing, to remedy his statement. He realized too late that this was not the right thing to say.

“What do you mean by that, Slav? Why would he be happy to die?” Shiro struggled out. He was clutching his arms, his muscles bulging in a way that was unintentionally intimidating.

“In.. In 100 percent of realities Lance thinks he is the weakest link of Voltron. In 99.999 percent of realities he would be happy that he can save another Paladin, even if it meant his own life.” Slav elaborated, his voice quiet. The silence that followed his words made him instantly regret speaking at all, and he silently cursed him intellect and large mouth. Or beak, whatever it was.

“No, no, that’s not. That can’t. Lance is the furthest of all of us from being depressed.” Keith argued, his voice unsure. The other Paladins tried to agree with him- tried. 

“In 94 percent of realities Lance has severe depression and unhealthy coping mechanisms.” Slav replied, his words causing them even more pain. He silently promised himself not to speak further, but suddenly Shiro was stepping forward, his face carefully blank.

“What do you mean by unhealthy coping mechanisms, Slav?” He asked. The tone of his voice was dangerously calm, and Slav knew that denying him an answer wouldn’t be intelligent.

“I will just say.. There is a reason in those realities that Lance always wears a jacket.” Slav whispered before quickly turning and leaving the medbay and the horrified Paladins of Voltron.

–

Lance knew almost immediately after waking up and falling into Keith’s arms that something was off. The Paladins all stood around him, their faces the epitome of concern and horror. Shiro handed Lance his clothing, and Lance quickly changed in the restroom of the Medbay. At least Lance hoped it was a restroom. 

He silently cursed at the absence of his jacket as he looked down at the scars that ran horizontally across the inside of his arms, the thick scar that ran up the inside of his right arm. He tucked his arms close to his sides as he stepped out of the room. It would have to do. It had to do; Lance couldn’t take the others finding out about him. Not even Hunk knew about the scars that ran across his arms and the hate that came with them. Which is why Lance’s stomach dropped when he rejoined the others and their eyes seemed to track his arms.

Perhaps he should have said that he felt sick, or that he needed to do his skin care routine after all the time he’d spent in the pod. Perhaps he should have said that he needed some alone time with his bed. It was too late for that now, with Keith holding his hand tears running down his face as he stared at Lance’s arms. The Blue- no, Red Paladin stared at Keith, at the others, his eyes wide as they hugged him tightly and cried, really, truly cried. He hated this. He hated making them cry.

“Hey guys, let’s all take a breath, yeah? It’s not that bad!” He joked, his voice shaking as he tried to pull his arms away. Shiro separated the others from Lance and guided the Red Paladin to a seat, his hand gentle on Lance’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell us about it, Lance. You can talk when- if- you’re ready. Just remember we’re here for you Lance. That you’re a valued and loved and we all care about you.” Shiro said, his words calm and soothing. Lance shook his head as he pulled Shiro into a hug. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered as Shiro rocked him side to side, his arms so gentle and comforting. He shook his head, whispering calming words to Lance as the Red Paladin sobbed.

“I should have told you but I didn’t want to concern you guys. Everyone has enough on their plate without me looking for attention.” He said as he pulled away from Shiro, who was already shaking his head.

“We love you, Lance, and saying you need help isn’t looking for attention.” Hunk said, and the others nodded before pulling him into another hug.

“I- thank you. I love you guys.” Lance whispered as he tried so very hard to believe them. 

Soooooo happy ending? Kind of? Thanks again for the prompt, you beautiful person!

[ionica01]

How to write good characters

I'm sorry I have been kinda MIA lately, but I'm back. And since I have already written something called "How to make a plot twist right", I figured I'd continue the series of "how to"s. Las time I used Assassination Classroom as an example. And heck, I would use it again, because it has a phenomenal cast😍 but for the sake of diversity and because it has more chapters and a bigger cast to work on, let's take a look at Haikyuu. Haikyuu is one of the most popular shounen series out there, and a big part of the reason is the great and loveable cast. When reading manga or watching anime, characters are one of the things I consider crucial: you can have a great plot and amazing topics, but if you don't give the viewer/reader the chance to get involved in it, it'll be all for nothing. And the easiest way to get immersed in the story is to emphatise with the charcaters. Haikyuu has a big cast, so I'll start with the Karasuno team. Now this team alone has a lot of different characters, but none of them is a "type", rather, they are all individualised and very very human, which makes them relatable. What I mean to say is that all these characters feel very human because they are put in daily situations and react as you'd expect. None of them follows a stereotype, and none of they actions feel forced. They don't feel two dimensional: instead, the reader feels like he's in the middle of they friendly bickering, and that's because of how natural they act. It's like the author knows these guys, and so they are never out of character. You could always imagine going to the mall with the Haikyuu ast and you know what each and every one of them would do: Yuu and Tanaka would look at the hot babes, Hinata would run around yelling: "awesome!" and looking fkr a sports shop, Kageyama would smile sheepishly when he'd find a new ball, Tsukki would snort at them and laugh at their antics, Daichi would scream at them to not get in other people's way but he'll eventually give up while Asahi would sigh and probably get laughed at by Suga because the others find him damgerous. This is the kind of cast you can see in everyday situations and what makes them great is that ecah of them would react differently. They wprk separatly, as well as together. And while you see them practice individually and know their strong points, you also see how they work better as a team, and that's the whole point. They have weak points, and that makes them flawed and thus human: Kageyama is bossy and a perfectionist, but that doesn't stop Hinata from picking on him; Tsukishima can seem distracted and easy-going, but when he's playing he's dangerously smart; daichi is never flashy, but he's got everyone's backs and is reliable; Nishinoya is usually loud, but when focusing he's surprisingly quiet and attentive. This attention to detail and the way the characters change while playing also makes them lovable, because it emphasises their strong feelings for volleyball and their trust in each other, without being two-faced. Another reason why they are well-written is because they are flowed, which enables them to improve and develop alone or to be completed by a team. What I love even more is that characters such as Hinata can undergo more developing arcs while at the same time pushing the others, and also that not everyone needs to undergo an arc to visibly change. Take Yamaguchi: he has a few chapters dedicated to him every now and than, but it's enough to see that he can stand up to Tsukki to hnderstand that he's grown more confident and that he's a bit jelous. Moreover, characters in Haikyuu may regress or repeat their mistakes, like Kageyama and his bossy atitude, but they always have each other's backs so they never fall. And now, the cherry on top: the opponents. Haikyuu gives the other teams enough backstory and development that it makes you want to root for them, too, and it makes the games more than just volleyball: it's a means for both teams to improve as people and as players. Being able to make the opponents loveable and relatable is the highlight of this series, acomplished through good characterisation and a solid match, for each team member in each team finds a personal rival or relatable opponent in Karasuno, if not several. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is good writing. In conclusion, Haikyuu manages to bring out the best in charcaters, not only individually but through their interactions, which never fail to impress, and through the fact that the characters are relatable and loveable, because they are human.

[mish-tique]

Tagged by @rizz07 and @alexi-01

Lockscreen / last song I listened to / last picture saved in my camera roll

Tagging @thetwelfthcrow @nuggetstappen @babssionate @foo1ishheart554