#village hidden in time

[village-hidden-in-time]

Only one is askable right now till I can come up with more characters to interact with...

[nonbinary-enderman]

listen. i am an avid mumbo enjoyer. i really am. but listen to me. listen.

kakashi "ethoslab" hatake did not carry the entirety of naruto on his back just to lose the sexyman tournament here

do your part. vote etho.

[kirfuffel]

[vaultsixtynine]

why be scared or respectful when you can call that member of a ninja village's black ops who's been ordered to follow you around on various jobs "kitten" because of his cute little kitty cat mask instead

[mabaris]

honestly tho i think the fallow mire is the best map in inquisition. the rest of them try to be TOO big because they’re chasing the open world feel and. plenty of other people have spoken, better than i could, about how it makes them feel empty and like they’re just fluff for fetch quests to pad out playtime hours

but the fallow mire is still PLENTY big and feels much more dense because there’s less empty space and overall just. less Going On. i know it’s the dragon age protagonist’s job to get involved in every problem, but i do like how most of the quests seem tighter, related to each other and the overall plot. and it feels more true to the scale of like, kirkwall and og redcliffe and haven

[thestamp3d3]

i cant get over how absolutely insane satosugu is...gege was born to write yaoi forced to write shounen

[syncogon]

fun fact: miqin mubei, face obscured, is the second named character to appear in the entire show. yes he appears all the way in episode 1

[player-1]

Uh oh…

[marinecorvid]

listening to totk wind temple soundtrack and ouuuough im so sad we'll never get a botw-style guardian signs remake :(((( storming the sky fortress, esp with phase 2 4 and 5..... gamefreak i would kill a man. i would do it

[spooky-kakashi]

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[village-hidden-in-time]

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Please read this post and follow the rules~

This is a seasonal side blog (and last one I can make) so let's be civil here. There are rules and guidelines to follow below the cut 👇

Rules:

This blog will be open for three months; from September to November. After November the blogs ask and submit box will be closed till next year... maybe I will open the blog if something happens but that is the time frame of this side blog. [Main is orchid-151]

No XXX content. Blog is 16+ for blood and gore, as it is a Halloween side blog... if you have triggers, please PM this blog with what triggers you, and I will do my best to tag said triggers for you...

There will be updates for the next three months and things might be slow... so be patient please...

We are here to have fun~

Guidelines

No harassing role-players, askers, or anonymous people... again, we are here to have fun.

If there is someone you don't get along with, ignore them, you are here on this side blog to ask/rp with the characters...

Asks will be a little slow at times (I'm a mother with 2 girls) so don't expect a fast response right away... unless I don't want to do an art piece for the response...

Please PM this side blog if you have triggers or want to plan ahead for asks or rps... I'm not a mind reader, yet 🤭

If you do not respond to an rp after 4 days AND not message me to let me know, I will send one message to check on you... I don't like to spam people so expect at least one response in this case...

If I do not respond to an rp or ask in 4 days, please message me. I might not have seen the response or ask... I do not mind at all...

Village Info:

Village name: Oakfields

Current Population: 15 native villagers

12 native illagers

7 native witches

5 were-ravager villagers

Oakfields is a village whose head witch created a protective barrier, separating the village from the rest of time. For them, the portal opens every few seconds, but to us, it opens once a year...

Current askable characters🍁🍂

[Limit of 5 askable characters per category]

Were-Ravagers;

♂️Lycaon............ Ask box open

♀️Astrid.............. Ask box open

♂️Stew................ Ask box open

♂️Drew................ Ask box open

♂️Lew.................. Ask box open

Native Villagers;

♀️Jean............ Ask box open

♂️Socrates..... Ask box open

♀️Lulu............. Ask box open

♂️Lucian......... Ask box open

♂️Azriel........... Ask box open

Native Illagers;

♀️Gene........... Ask box open

♀️Anastasia... Ask box open

♂️Wyatt.......... Ask box open

♂️Harvey........ Ask box open

♂️Zuko............ Ask box open

Native Witches;

♀️Eloise........... Ask box open

♂️Atlas............ Ask box open

♀️Elio............... Ask box open

♀️Matilda........ Ask box open

♂️Orion............ Ask box open

[badolmen]

I love the way my uncle I almost never see and barely know emails me stock market updates and advice every few months. I love the way my uncle who lives 7 hours away will visit to give us new philosophical book recommendations. I love the way my cousin calls on Wednesday nights at 6PM sharp to update me on the geology convention schedule during the summer. I love the way my dad calls during his work hours to make sure I’m doing alright after a stressful day. I love the way I can text a family friend about construction supplies and he’ll give me advice on what brands and stores to avoid. I love the way my former coworker texts me to ask how I’m doing and to send me pictures of chanterelles he finds. I love the way my old boss would force us to take long water breaks and buy us ice pops in the summer. I love the way my little brother builds redstone contraptions in minecraft to make my life easier and locations more accessible on our server. I love the way men love.

[tender-rosiey]

plsss would u do sukuna taking care of his pregnant wife? like noticing his robes keep disappearing, only to figure out its his wife. or more dad!kuna 🙏🏾

robes — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: me👰‍♀️ ➕ 👹heianera!sukuna

sukuna is a deeply preceptive man.

it’s something he prides himself over, and since he is observant, he quickly notices that his robes start going missing.

in the beginning, he thinks that it’s probably the increased number of bloodied robes because he has been going on a higher number of rampages the past couple of days.

so, he goes to uraume to inquire about why the delivery of his robes has been later than usual.

uraume quickly responds that they have been personally delivering the clean robes to his chambers and ensuring that they are placed where he can clearly see them.

the revelation makes sukuna annoyed because that means that someone has been stealing his robes directly from his chambers.

he is presented with two courses of actions—excluding the option of saving himself the trouble and just killing all the servants: sending uraume to spy on the whole ordeal or investigate it himself.

considering how he has been pretty bored the past couple of days, he decides on the latter. the past few rampages have given a clear warning to the rest of the villages surrounding his castle.

so, with nothing else to do, sukuna takes it upon himself to monitor the main entrance of his chambers to see whether anybody enters the room after uraume places the robes in the room.

so, he situates himself near the room but far away so that they can’t catch him.

he stays there for a good couple of hours, yet he sees no one, not even in the darkness of the night: the supposed prime time for a thief.

perhaps the thief has been made aware of sukuna’s inspection? but that would mean that the robes would still be in the chambers. so, sukuna enters his room in search of his robes, but, to his surprise, he doesn’t find them.

that immediately leads him to concluding that whoever is stealing his robes is someone who has access to the hidden door of his room.

and no one knows about that door except—

“y/n.”

you yelp and slowly turn to your husband. he is standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and an everlasting frown on his face. you have been caught and are in some big trouble.

you don’t falter immediately though. you try to act normal. you smile nervously, “yes, my love? is something bothering you?”

keyword: try.

he repeats your name lowly, and you quickly crumble. you visibly deflate and lower your head as you murmur, “yes…”

he nods in satisfaction before asking the awaited question, “where are my robes?”

your hands rest on your lap, and you fidget with your fingers.

you still can’t figure out what his reaction will be. so far, he is just gathering information. he is giving you nothing to work with, so you have no other option but to comply and just keep answering him.

sighing, you answer him, “my closet.”

he quirks an eyebrow and sits in front of you. his hand is placed on your head, and he raises your head, so you’re looking him in the eyes. it’s something that you have noticed only being done to you.

you had absentmindedly asked your head servant about it, and said servant, uraume, had told you that it’s because he views you as an equal and does not take pleasure in your fear and acting inferior to him.

and in the end, sukuna only does what pleases him. if it doesn’t please him then why do it?

he hums as if in thought before egging you on, “and why are my robes in your closet? in fact—” he smirks, eyes observing your frame, “why are you currently wearing my robes?”

you pull the robes tighter around yourself, and you purse your lips. sukuna wants an answer right now, and while he is enjoying your ‘suffering’, he also wants to know what’s wrong.

if there is anything that he hates then it’s not knowing, especially if it’s something about you, his very pregnant wife.

his hand travels to your jaw, and he grips it lightly.

“so?” he says as he tilts your head to the slide slightly.

“you…have been gone for longer than usual lately, and I have been missing you,” you admit softly as you try your best to maintain eye contact, but you end up looking away.

he is still silent, so you continue laying out your reasoning, “and for some reason, the robes alleviate the pregnancy pain. I couldn’t find any logical or scientific reason, but I think—

—it’s because the robes are filled with your cursed energy, maybe acting as a kind of assurance to the baby that you are beside us even if you aren’t.”

he doesn’t grace you with any reaction nor reply for quite a while, and it makes you think that he is probably thinking about how foolish the entire scenario is.

so, you add hesitantly, “or something like that…”

after a moment, though, he sighs and simply says, “you could’ve just asked me, you foolish woman.”

you blink confused, “and you, my ‘no one takes what’s mine’ husband, would’ve allowed that?”

“you, idiot, are mine, so my belongings are yours anyway,” he states, and his hands rest on your stomach, “this is mine too, so you have to take good care of it.”

a smile takes over your face, and you nod happily, “of course, I will!”

you pause for a second, and it has sukuna confused.

you frown and you point your finger at him while reprimanding him, “and don’t call me an idiot, mister! I am your wife, and I am blessed with a good name.”

a pinch is delivered to your butt which makes you shriek. you jump away from your husband and start rubbing the spot in attempt to soothe it.

sukuna smiles wickedly before suggesting, “how about I help you with that?”

“no! keep your hands off of me, you brute!”

he chuckles, and it echoes throughout the room. it’s kind of creepy. you always said that you wanted to add more furniture to avoid that situation.

you start thinking about the new design for the room when your husband speaks up, “and regarding my absence the past few of days.”

you turn your head to him, and he continues, “I will be putting my plans on pause for a while, so you don’t have to resort to the robes for the time.”

he turns his back to you before announcing, “I am expecting you at dinner and later in my chamber. is that clear?”

you feel giddiness fill you up, and you reply enthusiastically, “yes, my king!”

“good,” he smirks.

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[honestlyghostlyfestival]

It Takes A Village

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Where is this village when this child needs them the most? Where is this village when the child is calling for help? Where is this village when only a small part of it is willing to make a difference and change? People are quick to point their fingers at the child's parents or school. But what about them? Where is this village when it needs to come together. Be strong and form some kind of support for this child? Quick to judge others and point out all the faults that they see. One thing is for sure. They fail to see their fault. They fail to see that they too can make a difference. They fail to see that they can come together as a community with a positive solution. They are quick to tear each other down. For what? You can't be a strong community if you don't know how to be there for each other. If kids are stirring up trouble in either local schools or the area. Maybe instead of saying expel this child, but come together as a community. Find out how you can make a difference. What struggle is this child really facing? What are they really trying to tell you? If your area lacks community resources for kids, maybe it's time to unite and start that change. Build a center, build a support system these kids, families and schools can rely on. One that is truly showing that you care. You want to see these kids have a brighter future versus just being a part of a statistic. C'mon people. Do better. It is for the future. It is for your kids. For your community.

It takes a village to raise a child. It's time for the village to work together to help this child to excel in life. Be a positive change. Be part of the solution. Time to unite and make a difference.

[gender-euphowrya]

brother a tale of two sons was such a nothingburger game i can't believe it got a remake

[hedgehog-moss]

Last time I went to the village to buy bread I saw a woman in the street who was dressed like a 19th-century peasant, complete with a thick old-timey accent with dialect words no one uses anymore—she was telling a little group of people to follow her so of course I had to drop everything and follow her too.

And it turned out she was a theatre actress who has read a lot of local archives in libraries and town halls, and offered her services to organise guided tours of various villages to tell people about local history in a fun way, by playing characters who lived here in the Middle Ages, the 19th century, or WWII. It's such a cool idea! I talked to her for a bit after the visit and she said she wasn't sure it'd work / attract enough people, but she had groups of tourists + local families show up for the visit every week, in every village where she did this, so she think she'll be hired again next summer.

When I joined their group she was talking about WWII, and how my & other nearby villages were known by the Nazis and Vichy as a hotbed of terrorists, with some Gestapo officers killed in bomb attacks. (In retaliation the Nazis eventually rounded up 100+ locals and deported them to camps, as well as shooting a few.) I was mostly familiar with WWII anecdotes from the North-East, where my grandparents lived during the war, and I found it funny how different they sounded—my grandfather made Resistance activities sound well-planned and careful (espionage, sabotage, underground presses, infiltrating railway services etc) while oral histories around here make them sound a lot more spontaneous and—handcrafted? like "Emile brought what we needed for the bomb in his wheelbarrow hidden under a layer of straw and we exploded 2 Nazis."

We then went to visit the former girls' school, and I learnt a lot about my country's history of education for girls! Also it was really sweet because there was an old lady in our group who had attended this school as a child and had lots of school memories to share. Most of them were very wholesome, until eventually our tour guide went "Surely you also have some School Mischief to tell us about" and the old woman at first was like no no no no, I was a good girl. And then she conceded that when she had to sort lentils for the nuns' dinner and she resented one of them for berating her in class, she'd do a shit job on purpose and leave some little stones in the lentils.

Then our last step was the fairground where the town fair was (and is still) held, and our tour guide told us little 19th-century anecdotes (in-character, more like acting them out) that she'd found in old postcards and letters in the archives—how the town fair was where you'd go for your dentist appointment (i.e. to have your bad teeth pulled with pliers with no pain medicine) and to get any object repaired, like damaged pans or clogs; how there were dancing bears and performing monkeys; how one year the merchant who sold linen for women's trousseaus had her linen display trampled "by 300 cows" (might have been an exaggeration) and she hit the cow herder and it started a massive brawl.

My favourite anecdote was how back in the 1800s the local innkeeper was frustrated by the fact that the nearest village is just 10km away, and people who came to the fair often decided to go spend the night there so their journey back the next day would be less long, and so he started to tell them about the beast that lives under the bridge between the two villages. Travellers say horses go mad when they see it and just jump into the water. Some say the beast has dug up corpses from the cemetery because it likes human flesh, though of course it prefers it fresh. I'm now convinced half of local legends were single-handedly created by business savvy innkeepers determined to get more customers than the rival inn 10km away.

I'm sad I only learnt about these visits at the end of summer when they're coming to an end, but I'll definitely follow this woman around again if she returns with more stories next year!