#pardon if im sounding salty

[novelist-becca]

Christmas movies I dislike STRONGLY that everyone else loves

Elf. I don’t know what it is, but the way Buddy acts when he’s 30 makes me cringe. He’s obnoxious and not in a lovable way.

Home Alone. This one is more tolerable, but I CAN’T get through it without wanting to punch every member of the McCallister family.

#pardon if im sounding salty #unpopular opinions #Kevin is only 9 and his family treats him like garbage (his mom less so but she’s still guilty) #no wonder he acts that way #and Buzz not even phased by his baby brother being ALONE? #two sequels being made proves that his family is neglectful

[cosmica-galaxy]

hey there, cosmica, how you doin? hope you’re fine. i just wanna drop by and say smt. anyways, this is dally speaking here, pardon for the anon, im a bit uncomfortable bringing up this topic.

i know you mean well, and i know you like my purgatory mode series, and even drew fanart of it, which i appreciate.

but im truly sorry having to go here and telling you that- but i really would like if you could uh- you know, stop associating your god purgy with my series. if that even makes sense. (sorry, english isnt my first language)

again, im really sorry having to burst bubbles. i do appreciate your design on the player, i really do.

but….i think it would be better if you would make her your own player, rather than associating her with my stories, even if you’re inspired by it.

i know you’re changing her backstories and all, but would it be okay if you could also change her name too? perhaps its too much, but i think purgy would pass off as another kind of player rather than just being stuck in purgatory mode series because you got inspired by it. (im sorry if i sound like im bargaining)

i have my personal reasons on why im doing this, and i dont normally do this tbh. its not that because i have a dislike on the god readers troupe, i actually quite enjoy them. ive written some stuff there that are based on my life, and also doing the series as a coping mechanism, as well as other stuff contributing to it.

i know god players are kinda popular here, but i truly dont want my series to be apart of this until im comfortable enough to allow it, or until i write far enough in the pm au to give the ok. even if its your version of purgatory player.

like i said, i appreciate and love your design on purgatory player, but i feel like this is just going too far in the god players au.

i think your purgy can be better off being her own player rather than just a player in purgatory mode au.

as much as i want to allow you to keep her name, im afraid i have to ask you to stop. purgatory mode is more than just another au of saltys self aware au to me, since i kinda add snippets of my struggles here and there- like telling two sides of a story if you squint your eyes really hard.

i really dont want this to be another incident i had to suffer last year. so thats why im here, before things get worse.

if you’re struggling about naming her, i’d be happy to help. just drop by in my inbox anytime even doe it’ll take a long time for me to reply ^^ (dont dm me doe, i get socially awkward in the dms and also uncomfortable)

again, im sorry to come here and ruin your party. i didnt mean it to happen.

-dallyfae

I understand and it's perfectly okay to explain your reasoning and set boundaries.

I've been actually trying to abide by your wishes, as I've been searching through the tags to edit the God!Player stuff and remove your tags from them and even made a post addressing how you felt about it and how I was trying to remedy it, since you desire to not be associated with the God!Players AU. I've even been trying to rename Purgy. I still like the name, but I think it would be fitting to change it. But people already associate the name with my design, so there's going to be some difficulties altering it. I've also been trying to change her backstory to instead become the god of grunt reincarnation rather than purgatory, just to further separate the AU and end most similarities. It's just a habit that I keep calling her Purgy, and she is also now considered an original character to me. As well as making them different and set purely into the God!Player AU, Purgy won't have connections to Purgatory AU anymore. I'll be trying my best to cut the ties and change up the character. So no hard feelings. : )

#hax speaks #anon asks #anon ask #anonymous #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy

[ophiebot]

MAMA MIA ! AU

NOTE: So I did a little one shot for @llamagoddessofficial​ for this little Mama Mia AU. I figure the Skull, Sans, and Red would show up a few days before MC’s birthday (so soon in relation to this snippet) and I just wanted to explore a little bit of what Hit and MC’s dynamic would be! pardon if there’s any spelling errors i wrote this pretty quickly and only looked over it like once LOL.

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You were sitting out on the porch of your modest cottage that was tucked into the woods about a mile from the beach. It was almost summer, but a good number of the trees were still pink or light green with their first buds and flowers. You took a deep breath.

The island smelled the same every year, fresh and floral with the occasional salty breeze blowing in from the ocean that was so close by. It was like a dream, and you’d never get sick of it.

A skeleton monster was sitting on a porch chair across the deck table from you, looking out to your front yard as well where your 12 year old was running around trying to catch frogs. It had stormed pretty terribly the night before so the ground was wet and muddy. Worms were wiggling around in the grass and crawling onto the driveway just to perish in the now emerging afternoon sun. Your daughter, Ellie, was also trying in vain to place them back in the mud so they wouldn’t dry up. These two very important tasks had her splashing about in her rain boots and getting all kinds of muddy. She was definitely in for a scrub down tonight when she finally tired herself out all the way. But you decided you’d worry about it later. She was having too much fun now. Your skeletal companion took a drink from his glass of lemonade. The pitcher you had made after lunch was sitting ice cold on the table between the two of you. Hit always dressed smartly. Even now in the creeping heat, but you figured maybe it didn’t bother him on a account of his lack of skin. He was wearing a button up and slacks , casual compared to his usual attire, an two of the buttons were undone to loosen his collar. You took a sip from your own glass. Your daughter disappeared into the woods in front of your house, probably retreating to the impressive fort she had built back there a couple summers ago. Hit finally spoke up. “You gonna be busy this week?” You shrugged, glancing over at him “I’ve got a couple day camps to run down at the library but other than that not really” “Yeah? What about Friday” he leaned back a little bit in his seat and raised a brow bone at you. “....I told you I don’t want a big party or anything.” “Oh come off it it’s not everyday you turn 33” “Im serious, hit” “So am I” You sighed and rolled your eyes, looking away from him briefly. “Like, sure. A cake would be nice. I’m just not in the mood to....I dunno” you sighed, rubbing at your temple and leaning your elbow on the arm of the deck chair. “....no yeah. I get it. It’s your mid 30s. Came outta nowhere and now you feel like you’re gettin old” “Wow thanks that makes me feel so much better” you snorted. “You know I don’t mean it like that. But hey. Why don’t we just get a cake. Me you n Ellie can celebrate. It’ll be nice” “....well” you tapped your fingers along your glass thoughtfully “I...I guess that would be nice. Couldn’t hurt” “Well don’t sound so enthusiastic about it now” he chuckled. “No I would totally love to hit ! Really. I just..... You know I don’t wanna put you out” “Hey. Look at me” He leaned over the table a bit. You flicked your eyes up to meet his, your stomach twisting a bit anxiously. His eyes always did that to you. But you were good at hiding it. “I always tell ya, I like doing this kind of stuff. It’s not even a big deal. And I’m always here for ya. So don’t go talking like that ok?” His voice was soft. You Were quiet for a moment. Before relenting and tearing your eyes away, looking down “yeah. I know. And I really appreciate it, you know that” He sat back again, relaxing into his chair. “I know ya do.” Of course you appreciated Hit. He had been your main support and source of income when you first came here. No family to claim as your own any longer and no revenue of any kind. He was right there to pick you up and put you on your feet. He even bought you this house. It was all incredibly.....kind. Yeah. That was the word wasn’t it? Kind. He was kind and thoughtful. But there was a tension in your relationship with him. He had made it abundantly clear what the nature of his feelings towards you were, even if he didn’t come right out and say it. You didn’t need it laid out in front of you to get it. It’s just....you weren’t ready for that kind of thing!! The things he wanted from you....you weren’t sure you could give. And you’d already given a fair bit. A few lapses in judgement and he ended up warming your bed on more than one occasion. It hadn’t happened in a while. You had made a habit of it a few years ago, but there was a point where you simply had to set a few unspoken boundaries. It wasn’t good for you. But you had to admit when the nights got especially cold or lonely you considered calling him, only to remind yourself it was a cruel cycle of regret. All for reasons you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You did care about him....of course you did. But part of you constantly told yourself to keep him at arms length. So you did. You had learned to trust most of your instincts. That being one of them. Your daughter emerged from the woods again, running and brandishing a huge frog she was carrying in both hands....Wait....no that was a froggit. And it looked particularly distressed. Ellie was giggling like a madman. Hit burst into a fit of laughter as well when he saw her. You quickly stood and hurried to catch her before she could do any terrible psychological damage to the poor small monster. She evaded you for only a few more seconds before you snatched her up . “Get over here you...troublemaker!!” The girl was still giggling in your arms but lost her grip on the froggit. The monster leaped from her hands and hopped off to the woods again. Your daughter wiggled out of your grip and dashed off to the porch to show hit the handful of worms she had also been holding in her dirty little hands. He lit up a bit and scooted forward in his chair to listen to her ramble about her expeditions of the day. You watched from the yard, mud smeared and....damn near content. It was your chest twisting now as you watched him dote on your daughter. It was moments like this that brought your walls down. And you thought maybe you should just dive in and not think too hard about it. That was your problem nowadays. You just thought too much. You longed for the you that existed on this island 12 years ago. With your feet in the sand and.... Your hand clenched lightly in your skirt. Thoughts of that summer always made you feel a little foggy. And melancholic. You shook your head. Collected yourself, and headed back up to the porch. It was bath time.

#mama mia au #undertale au #ophie thoughts #ophie imagines #writing #one shot #sans #hit #llamagoddessofficial

[bbrandy2002]

The Diary of Riley Brooks

Wacky Drabble #6

Prompt: So, is this something you do regularly.

A/N: I have no idea if someone else has done a Riley journal and Im not scouring tumblr to find out. Tag me, if so.

Drabbler tags: @emceesynonymroll @burnsoslow @katedrakeohd @romanticatheart-posts @jessiembruno @dcbbw @stopforamoment @sirbeepsalot

September 7

Dear Diary,

I'm still in fucking Texas!!!!!  I swear, this has felt like every bit of seven weeks with no end in sight. Between that bitch, Leona and the damn roosters waking me up every morning at 5 a.m.,  I'm ready to set this ranch ablaze and piss on it's ashes. Is that wrong to think?? I WANNA GO HOME!!!!

So, this day started out as it usually does in this place, with unnecessary shit that I don't care about, but, somehow get roped into. Even with all the Savannah, Bertrand, Chuck, Buck, I don't give the fuck what his name is, drama, it was one of the most memorable days of my entire life.

First things first.....Savannah starts her shit as soon as I wake up thing this morning, and, of course, I have to deal with her. She thought Bertrand left her ass at the alter, which is what she rightfully deserves, however, my brother is unfortunately not a man who would do something so intelligent. Thankfully, Bertrand had talked to Bianca and that finally put the drama queen at ease. So, I volunteer like the saint I am, secretly just wanting to get the fuck away from Sav for a while, nauseous as hell, to retrieve one groom that I find at a local general store.

After I beat the shit out of Bertrand, I sweet talk the shop owner, who lools like a young Sam Elliot, into giving us the Walker family saddle. I played the Queen card like a fucking pro and Cassidy, a man by the way, lapped every sweet bit of me up. We retrived that saddle and hauled ass back to the ranch.

Now that I had saved the day, once again, I headed upstairs to get ready. I met Hana first, who I swear, sometimes make me question my sexuality, the girl looked lit. I change into a lovely, pink dress, but, not my usual little pink dress, one that actually makes me look like the godess that I am. I swear, my boobs are hanging out the front, they've never looked fuller. Liam should have no trouble reaching his hand up this sexy number during the reception.

Liam then changed into his suspenders ensemble and it took everything I had not rip his pants down right then and there and take every single inch of him.

Like this entire trip has been, Madeleine rolls in like a fucking nightmare that I can't escape from, bitching about us taking too long. Of course, the instant I hear that grating sound of her voice, I feel like I'm going to vomit. For some reason, I don't think I'll ever be able to explain, Madeleine actually served a purpose in my life today. Why the bitch is carrying around a pregnancy test, beats me, but, whatev's.

Everything was going okay, considering I had just pissed on a stick with Madeleine in the damn room. After her timer goes off, I pull the test out of the drawer and its a big fat negative. Like, what the hell!!!! We're fucking like rabbits people, Liam's boys are more than up to the task according to the doctor. I was quite certain this time, they hit their target. I go to close the drawer and see another pregnancy test in there and that one is positive...someone just shoot me already.  This is one of many reason why, I WANNA GO HOME!!!! Who the hell took a test and just left it in the bathroom drawer? Hmmm?

So the process of elimination begins.

Penelope was already starting with the poodle talk, for the love god, Olivia, I would have pardoned you on the spot if you had stabbed her. Be nice Riley, all has been forgiven for her stunt at Applewood, or is it. I still don't trust her.

Outside we go and I'll admit, the wedding decorations were beautiful. For people recommended by Leo, I fully expected nothing short of a rager...but, this was nice too.

I was able to eliminate Kiara before the ceremony started, one down and about six more to go.

I saw Bianca, did she for real not change her clothes for her own daughter's wedding...haha...nice! And did Savannah give all the credit for that saddle to Bertrand? Bitch, she should be bowing before me right now.

That dumbass, back from the dead, Barthelemy was screeching like a hyena right in the middle of the procession. Thankfully, Madeleine's got enough screeching in her for all of Cordonia and was able to get him to shut the hell up. The man has been in a coma for last 15 years, he shouldn't have much to say.

Okay, I'll admit, Drake looked damn good out there today, it almost brought a tear to my eye when he stepped up and helped his sister off the horse. Too bad the damn thing didn't trample her to death. Did I just write that out loud? I will blame it on my hormones.

Dear God, Bertrand? I've never seen him in anything other than sweater vests or leisure suits, he cleans up nicely. Why is it that when he walks me down the aisle, the biggest damn event in Cordonian history, he's dressed like fucking hobo and today he decides to wear a tux. I'm still salty as hell at him for that little stunt.

I hear nothing as Liam begins the ceremony, is he my baby daddy or not? Its the only thing I have on my mind, until dumb fuck Chuck objects to this sham of a marriage. Come on Sav, just admit you've had your ass tapped a time or two by him.

In the time I've known Bertrand, the thought of punching him has crossed my mind more than once, however, no one else messes with my Beaumont crew. Liam, you knew what you were getting into when you married me, so it shouldn't surprise you when I want to see a good ass kicking. I loved that I was part of ruining Savannah's day...I'm the Queen girl!

After helping Bertrand nail his vows, it was time to find out if I'm knocked up or not. Its hard to imagine Penelope knows the first thing about sex, so I bat the bouquet towards Olivia, who refused to catch it. After a memorable exchange, where Olivia threatened to punch Madeleine in the, I quote, "irritating face", god I love that bitch so much, I was able to eliminate her.

It was during the reception that I truly felt in my heart, I was pregnant. That moment when my husband held a toddler down so I could scrap icing off Bartie was a clear indication something is up. Also #couplegoals; this man will do anything for me.

Lastly, I found out who the twat was that left the used pregnancy test in the drawer of my bathroom. Why was I even surprised to find out it was Savannah? All I could ask her was, so, is this something you do regularly, throw your negative piss tests back in the drawer. That skank was in my bathroom, knowing I'm trying to get pregnant, and left it there, in hopes of what? Girl, you will never be me no matter how hard you try!

I can't worry about that now, I'm pregnant. I can't wait to tell Liam, when he sobers up, his dream is coming true. We are going to have a baby.

Riley

#wackydrabbles #trr liam x mc #king liam #liam x riley #trr liam #liam x mc #the royal heir #trh #choices trh #trh liam

[blxxdsweatntears]

I want to request a drabble where tae is with his s/o watching the nightsky and the moment is very romantic and she confesses him. I want some fluff and happy momemts

im so mad i was almost done writing this and tumblr erased all my progress so here’s round 2😔✊🏽 sorry this turned out quite long for a drabble but i have a Lot Of Feelings™️

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You wholeheartedly expected Taehyung to say no. To tell you to try to sleep. Instead he told you to get dressed, and that he would be in front of your house in 15 minutes. It was 1:54 am, and the raspiness of his voice when you called told you he was very tired, if not asleep.

15 minutes later, there he was. Dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, he was there for you. He knew you were struggling recently and would always come when you called, knowing how hard it was for you to admit you needed help.

You smiled at him and he smiled back, watching you step out of your building. He did a dramatic bow, “Greetings, Madame y/n, any requests for a specific location this evening?” you rolled your eyes at his theatrics as you walked up to him to give him a quick hug.

“Just away. I want to look at the stars.” you said simply, and he nodded before releasing you from the hug. Soon enough, the two of you were off to his abandoned place of choice.

Taehyung drove you a little ways out of the city. You could see the scattered lights of the city if you looked behind you, and you smiled a little. You listened to the sound of the truck driving over the gravelly road, inhaling the smell of the fields surrounding you as your hair whipped around in the wind due to the windows being down. You looked up at the sight of the stars above you, brighter now that the lights weren’t polluting the sky. Then you looked at Taehyung next to you, one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with your fingers. He wore a beanie, probably to disguise his bedhead but he looked ethereal nonetheless, even in the darkness.

He glanced at you quickly before grinning slightly and turned his eyes back to the road, pulling into a small area to park. He turned his truck off and unbuckled his seat belt, taking his hand back from you. You did the same and hopped out of the truck. You walked towards the back, going to meet him halfway. He opened the back door first, but you couldn’t exactly see why until you saw the blankets and pillows in his arms. You could barely see his face. You grinned.

He tossed the blankets in the back and hopped up into the bed of the truck, quickly laying them out and offering you his hand to help you into the bed. You accepted, and quickly got comfortable in a close cuddle. You nuzzled your face into his chest, your arm wrapping around him in a hug. His opposite arm came to rest over yours, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your tricep.

It was quiet and peaceful for a few moments, you listening to the steady sounds of Taehyung’s breathing, his strong heartbeat a lullaby to your ears.

You felt more than you heard him chuckle beneath you. “I thought you wanted to watch the stars, not my chest, hun.”

He couldn’t see your face but you were positive you were blushing. You huffed and turned so you too, were laying on your back, your head laying on his left arm, body still facing him with your legs over his.

“Well pardon me, Mr. Comfy Pillow. You’re nice to lay on.” you retorted, gazing up at the sky nonetheless. He snickered but said nothing else.

It was peaceful. The two of you layed there for a while, pointing out the occasional shooting star or presumed planet (neither of you knew too much about astronomy). Taehyung did point out the three constellations he knew, though, following the patterns with his finger.

The two of you went back and forth, talking, making jokes under the night sky. During one particular laughing fit you opened your eyes to find him staring at you, his eyes seemingly replaced by stars, they were twinkling so much. You blushed slightly, “What’s that look for, Tae?” you asked shyly. Your heart raced. Were you finally going to tell him?

He didn’t respond, he just kept staring at you. Your heart beat harder. You saw his eyes trace over your face, taking in every feature. You’re sure you were blushing heavily by now. “Tae?” you managed to squeak out under his intense gaze. You watched his eyes flicker to your lips, lingering there for a few moments before meeting you eyes.

“y/n.”

You gasped slightly as he moved forward, his forehead gently resting against yours. His eyes left yours to focus on your lips once more as you gasped. You were positive your heart was going to beat out of your chest now.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

Your eyes went wide, looking into his for any sign of a joke, to find anything to see that he wasn’t serious. Was he? The passionate look in his dark brown eyes told you he was indeed, very serious.

You nodded, and your eyelids fluttered closed as he moved closer, his warm breath brushing against your lips before meeting them softly.

Soft. So soft. His lips were so soft. Your heart was pounding and you were dizzy with affection and overwhelmed with the feeling that Taehyung was currently kissing you.

His lips moved against yours softly, carefully, his other hand coming up to hold the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek affectionately. You felt your eyes grow hot with tears. He was being so sweet. Taehyung was always so sweet. The most ideal best friend, your closest confidant. But those were the forsaken words. Best friend. Did he really share your feelings?

You felt him pull back, and when you opened your eyes you saw surprise on his beautiful features. His thumb swiped at a tear on your cheek and he turned towards you completely, both of you laying on your sides.

“Hey, darling what’s wrong? Did you not want me to kiss you? You could have stopped me, you-“ “Tae, it’s not you, it’s okay. It’s me.” you interjected, stopping him from feeling guilty. Your throat closed up at your growing emotions. More tears fell down your cheeks which he quickly wiped away, growing more concerned. “What’s wrong?” he questioned again, his tone soft and patient.

You let out a small sob. He was still being so considerate. Your mind raced, with thoughts that he could never love you the way you loved him, and another half of your mind fighting and saying he was here now, he’s always been there, when he never owed you anything, he always chose you. Your thoughts grew chaotic so you took a deep breath and hugged him, burying your face into his chest and gripping his hoodie before you spoke. He immediately held you close, rubbing your back and holding your head gently.

“Tae..” you rasped, the emotion clear in your voice. “I wish I could look at you as I say this but I’m too scared.. Yet I can’t keep it in anymore. Tae, I love you. More than friend love. I love you like I want to wake up to your dorky snores every morning with Tannie at the end of our bed sleeping at our feet. I want to cook your favorite food and watch you eat enthusiastically with the stars in your eyes. I want to kiss your soft fucking lips whenever I want, I want to be the only one they kiss, I want-“

Your rant was cut short by him pulling you back slightly and pressing his lips to yours, not as gentle as the first time. It was full of passion, purpose, and emotion. One hand held your face, the other pulling you closer to him. He kissed you hard, trying to convey his emotions through actions. You tasted his salty tears when they slipped into your kiss, snapping you out of your trance.

“Tae? You’re crying?” you asked, slightly panicked. You immediately wiped them away with your thumb. A million thoughts went through your mind before he laughed lightly.

“God, who would’ve thought you were going to confess first, you dork. I.. I love you too.” Your eyes widened at his declaration. He continued.

“I want my lips to be the only lips you kiss, I want your cooking to be the only cooking I come home to... Besides Jin’s because let’s be real, man can cook.” You snorted and slapped his chest. He laughed.

“I want Tannie to be our ring bearer, I want to do everything with you, live my life with you. I love you too, you massive dork.” he said, a huge smile on his face as he held your cheek in his hand.

You couldn’t help the tears flowing from your eyes now, this time full of happiness and love. You launched foward and tackled him into a hug, his back hitting the bed with you on top of him, hugging him so tightly. He laughed and brought you close, burying his face in your hair.

The next few minutes was just the two of you repeating “I love you” back and forth, hugging and kissing wherever you could reach. When you finally parted you noticed the growing light around you, the pinks and oranges of the dawn showering you two in a soft light.

You two sat up, cuddled together as you watched the sun rise. Leaving your other hand intertwined with his, you checked your phone, a picture of Taehyung with an ice cream cone smiling at you from your screen.

5:46 am

#kim taehyung #kth #kim taehyung drabble #taehyung drabble #taehyung oneshot #taehyung scenario #kim taehyung oneshot #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagines #bts headcanons #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #kim taehyung scenario

[kentaurex]

quick oneshot of that prompt i just reblogged that tumblr auto-filled the tags for and messed me up and now im salty. did this all in one go and on my phone so pardon typos and/or Oddities

-(where i put a readmore until i didnt)-

Paul and Anna are cuddled up on the couch when Gunther walks in. They're knocked out and snoring, and they've still got blood caked on them, which is disgusting in Gunther's fine opinion, but there's nothing the two of them seem to love more than butting heads and then going way too hard on a mission and then proceeding to drop dead in a pile the moment they get through the door afterwards.

Gunther plops the paper fast food on the safe house dining table, and smiles reflexively. His two idiots.

Paul stirs at the smell, Anna at the sound.

Paul blinks a couple times before yawning quietly and then jerking his head in a vague come 'ere gesture. Wonder of all wonders, Anna too sparks awake and glances over. She even wiggles a little, pressing herself into Paul's side so there is a bit of room for Gunther to squish himself beside them, if he wanted.

They both stare at him as expectantly as one can, when one is more asleep than awake.

His smile softens. Every bit of the mission is forgotten.

"Allow me to eat, first," he tells them. He well knows they'll be back asleep in a few minutes at most.

Sure enough, they're out like a light again in a matter of moments.

He takes an additional moment to sit and simply watch them. Anna is leaned over, drooling on Paul's shoulder. He himself has got his head stuck at an angle that's going to give him horrifying fits in the morning. One of his legs is half slung off the couch, the other has somehow ended up tucked under him. Anna sniffles a little in her sleep - Gunther will have to watch that - shifts and then slips off Paul's shoulder and lands right on top of a particularly icky patch of blood and mud on Paul's thigh.

They're covered in sweat, and street, and exhaustion.

They're the most beautiful people Gunther has ever seen.

And they're both his. They're his.

He's theirs.

It's astonishing.

But their sleepiness is starting to infect him. He feels his own yawns coming on, and that won't do. Someone has got to do the mission report.

He grants himself one last minute just enjoying the sight of them before he burrows his head back into his work.

#got up and got my computer because tumblr broke just about every element of this from start to finish #anna/paul/gunther #kentaurex n0tebook

[the-star-named-dowoon]

Pardon?

Pardon?

Lee Taeyong x reader

AN -thanks to who ever requested this. i know it was supposed to be short but i got a little carried away. hope you like it! and all the bold sentences are supposed to be Korean.

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“ I’ve studied for 10 years, in I’ve never been this confused before” the doctor says as he stares down at a very frustrated Taeyong with a wrap around his ankle while his leg was laid on top of several pillows. Looking very pathetic at the moment.

“All I was asking for was a drink.” Taeyong groans, but in his mother language. Not being able to speak English while he was stuck in this rehabilitation center with no idea of whats happening was rough. The hospital could have at least sent him a translator or even a better choice of doctor.  He’s salty to day the least. He was having a good time visiting the states until the accident happened.

“I can’t deal with this right now. I have 3 other patients and I’m running on four cups of coffee. ” The doctor says while flipping through Taeyong’s recent check ups and PT schedules.

“Well how do you supposed we handle this? The hospital doesn’t have free translators at the moment so we’re stuck.” A nurse says as The doctor scribbles on the paper and clicks his pen a few times. He looks to see the nurses sheet. Picking it up he looks at the other qualified nurses. A sinister grin makes its way in his face.

“Mmm how about we don’t deal with it and leave it to our nurses to handle it?” The doctor pushes the sheet to the young lady. A pure look of confusion makes it on her face.

“But sir! She just started… don’t you thinks it’s a little mean? She’s been working some heavy hours ” The doctor shrugs and makes sure the nurse next to him sends a message to the head of the nursing department.  Making sure they send the new victim.

Taeyong still without his drink waits for about thirty minutes. Picking at his fingernails he hears quick footsteps. A young nurse rushes in, she seemed well kept but the feel of exhaustion surrounds her. She looked to be around the same age as him.Not being bad looking at all, Taeyong becomes interested.

“Um hi.” She gives an awkward greeting. Now fully entering the room she takes in the surroundings, his slightly unkempt room means nurses haven’t been around much. “I’ll be your nurse. So whatever you need I can get for you.” Grabbing his papers she quickly looks through. “Mr. Lee Taeyong. Hmm let’s see here. You fell down a flight of stairs and messed up your ankle. And with another three weeks of physical therapy needed.” He couldn’t understand a word, not one.

“So… since I know what this whole situation is, and you don’t seem to have any PT sessions today. Can I get you anything?” That phrase he picked up after being here for a while. It was the only one he really knew.

But the problem is he doesn’t know how to ask for anything. Which ends in him being frustrated and too annoyed of everyone to really ask for anything anymore.

“ well this going to be fun” Taeyong says but she stands there with a raised brow. Just as he thought, she was hopeless as well. It was like he was an alien to these people. “Listen, it’s not like you understand me but this is seriously frustrating. I’ve been wanting apple juice for the last week.”

She stood but with a smile this time trying to stifle a giggle. Taeyong didn’t pay much mind to it, for he was used to them laughing at his frustration the whole time he’s been here.

“So I guess that’s why they sent me over?” She blows a stray hair out of her face. “Better than cleaning pans from the old people department.” Still parched and unsatisfied taeyong lays with arms crossed.

“ I guess no one has a brain around here! Especially all you dopey nurses.” The nurse just stares at taeyong with awe almost convincing him that she understood. “What are you waiting for?”  He does a shooing motions with his fingers and the nurse exits the room.

Taeyong grabs a pillows putting it over his face as he groans. Throwing the pillow back his feet he waits for the nurse to comeback. Which did not take long because said nurse scurries back into the room minutes later  with a tray.

Walking to the side where the young man rests and places the metal tray on the table next to him. On the platter was biscuits and small paper cup. Taeyong raises a brow not expecting her to actually bring him something anything close to what he was asking. The nurse picks up the cup bringing it to his lips, but not before Taeyong pulls his head back.

“I hurt my leg not my arms.” He grabs the cup from her and brings it to his lips. He takes a gulp but spits it out immediately, wetting the freshly washed sheets.  

“What the hell is this?!” He asks as he roughly rubs his tongue with his sleeve.

“So you didn’t ask for pickle juice?” The nurse asks as she wipes Taeyong’s face with a cloth. He pushes her hands away as he rips the sheets off his body and tries to stand. But he moment his foot hits the floor pain shoots throughout his leg. Almost causing him the fall forward but gentle arms keep him still.

“You’re still hurt. You can’t walk yet!” She says but that makes Taeyong even more annoyed.

“Well no duh!” He growls as she gently pushes him back onto the bed. “How did you become a nurse?!”

The nurse gets him new sheets and props his ankle back onto the pillows.

“I’m sorry if I make you mad mr. Lee. I’ll make sure to correct my mistakes.” She says with a funny smile on her face, almost like making a joke of him.

“This is going to be a rough 3 weeks.”  He whispers.

And the next three weeks certainly something. The whole time she was his nurse, it was constant mistakes. He would ask for one thing and she always brought him the opposite. Like when he said he hated mushrooms but you brought him a mushroom cream soup for dinner that night and saying he wasn’t a morning person but opening the curtains all the way at 7am.

But…

It sometimes it was like she knew exactly what he needed. When his ankle was hurting, she would sit with a hot pack for two hours while gently massaging his ankle. Along with helping him with all of his struggles with physical therapy. Making sure after his PT session she helped making sure he was getting better.

He could feel himself getting better every second. Like her support was making his recovery seem much better. Though there was one thing that still really got to him.

He doesn’t know her name. How does one spend three weeks with someone and not know their name?

He would ask but she would look with confusion but then give a short giggle after. he was also too lazy to look up how to say it, so he just went with it. until things starting getting interesting.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting attached. And now he’s at his last 3 days of being at the rehabilitation center. He grows anxious every time a hour passes, meaning his time with her is almost up.

He was able to walk now. Which was nice because the nurse often took him around the hallways holding onto his arms as she talked about anything really. Even though he couldn’t understand, but he still listened. But since he was pretty much better, he didn’t need a personal nurse anymore. Which means she has busy work on other places and only stops by once in his room for a five minute check up.

Sitting on a chair watching tv and eating the mushroom soup. He hated it, but would eat it anyway since she gave it to him.

His attention was brought elsewhere by a gentle knock on the door. He sees her but not her nurses outfit but in casual clothing. Holding a basket with a cloth over the contents.

“Hey how you feeling?” She asks and places the basket on a table. “I see you’re  out and about from bed. That’s good, means I did my job.” She walks over and pulls a chair next to Taeyong.

“Even though it was the doctor who was supposed to help. It seems like you were the one who helped the most.”  He confesses but she sat there looking at the tv.

He knew you couldn’t know. And you won’t know how he feels… so now is there a point to keep it to himself anymore?

She notices the the change of expression on his face. And grabs his hand with a looks of concern. “Are you ok?” She asks. Like he can answer, he pushes the soup away from himself.

“I wish you could understand me… then you’d know that how thankful I am.”  His eyes look towards to open window that she opened early this morning. “You really got on my nerves sometimes because of stupid things. Like I really hate mushrooms but here I am eating it like some fool all because a pretty nurse gave it to me. A nurse who seemed to do more than make my ankle feel better...”  She only stares at him.

“Man but I don’t even know your name and I have a crush on you. Sounds sad doesn’t it? And the worst is that you’ll never know.” His face rests in his hands . But a hand gently pushes his face up making him look at the eyes that he fell for.

“The thing is… I knew this whole time.”  Taeyongs shoots up from his seat making the table shake from the sudden movement.

“DID YOU JUST?!” The nurse laughs and walks towards Taeyong giving him a hug. Looking up at him with pure happiness.

“ of course. You think I just so happened to do the exact opposite of what you wanted? Come on and you called us nurses the dumb ones.”  She snickers. Unable to speak Taeyong just looks in awe, how could someone act confused for almost a month and not say anything? She would have been an actor.

“W-what? Why?” He pushes her away slightly but makes sure to grab her hands keeping her at a good distance.

“Well for one, you called us brainless and two I’ve been running around this place like a mad man so I wanted to have some fun. But I didn’t know I’d have a not so secret admirer.” Now embarrassed at everything he’s said even some comments about her looking good in her nurses outfit.

“Seems like im the brainless one, huh?” He asks with a hint of laughter.

“Ya just a little… bit don’t worry. I fancy you too Taeyong. Even tough you threw a pillow at me countless times, but i got a laugh out of it , so nothing to worry about.”

His face perks up, this is everything he could have imagined, but except the him being hurt part...but one things comes to mind.

“Ok then. Let’s start over.” He pulls her into his chest looking down at her. “I’m taeyong” He says in English which takes her by surprise.

“And I’m __”

#lee taeyong #nct taeyong #drabble #taeyong #nct taeyong x reader #nct x reader #nct #nct u #nct 127 #requests #kpop oneshots #kpop fanfiction

[loucifieri]

Disaster disaster chatfic (v3 HPA AU)

I… I made a chatfic tie-in of my HPA AU. It’s to make up for the lack of exposure of the other v3 kids in the comics ;w; also, chat fics are fun (and easier) to write (since my strength is with dialogue– I’m not really good at writing descriptions that’s why i just draw them lol) 

The groupchat was created around 2 weeks after the start of classes.

04/21/18 07:19PM

Akamatsu Kaede added Saihara Shuichi, Yonaga Angie, Chabashira Tenko, Harukawa Maki and 11 others to the chat.

Ouma Kokichi: WHOMSTVE???

Iruma Miu: WHAT IS UP FUCKERSSS

Harukawa Maki: for what is this, akamatsu?

Akamatsu Kaede: Hi guys!! I just thought that a group chat would be a great way to even get to know each other.

Ouma Kokichi: we live in a dorm together, we all go to class together… what MORE do you want piano baka

Amami Rantaro: she just needs an excuse to talk to a someone

Yonaga Angie: oooh Angie wonders who that might be~~

Akamatsu Kaede: Amami-kun, shut

Akamatsu Kaede: Okay, maybe a groupchat is redundant but

Akamatsu Kaede: the upperclassmen have one per class and it sounds fun??

Harukawa Maki: they're just going to use this to send each other memes

Ouma Kokichi: spot on assassin-chan!! you know us so well already, how sweet

Harukawa Maki: die

Momota Kaito: harumaki we talked about this

Harukawa Maki: but this is Ouma we’re talking about

Momota Kaito: fair enough

Ouma Kokichi: OI

Akamatsu Kaede: Okay, I don’t mind you guys using this to fool around but please don’t text during class!!

Iruma Miu: booooring,,, didnt think ud be a stick in the mud bakamatsu

Ouma Kokichi: yea ikr

Ouma Kokichi: lets fix that

Ouma Kokichi removed Akamatsu Kaede from the chat

Iruma Miu: LOL

Amami Rantaro: what a power move

Saihara Shuichi: Please don’t be mean to Kaede-san, she’s doing her best

Saihara Shuichi added Akamatsu Kaede to the chat

Shirogane Tsumugi: Saihara-kun used lesser revival potion! Akamatsu-san’s back with 25% HP

Akamatsu Kaede: this was a mistake, making this groupchat and being resurrected

Gokuhara Gonta: Hello everyone! Gonta just went online and is happy to see that we have a groupchat! Gonta wants to be better friends with everyone!

Akamatsu Kaede: Actually! I regret nothing now.

Saihara Shuichi: Hi Gonta-kun

Harukawa Maki: finally this groupchat seems bearable

Shirogane Tsumugi: Gonta-kun is best boy!

Gokuhara Gonta: Thank you Shirogane-san!

Ouma Kokichi: k this is getting boring so lemme spice it up a bit

Ouma Kokichi changed Ouma Kokichi to Lord Panta

Amami Rantaro: first sign of the apocalypse

Lord Panta changed Amami Rantaro to imma meme

imma meme: no complaints here

imma meme: its pretty bland actually,,

Lord Panta: is that a challenge

imma meme: if you're going to make an avocado reference then don't bother

Lord Panta: damn

Lord Panta: i'll think of something better but for now youre a meme lord

Lord Panta changed Harukawa Maki to stabs ppl

Lord Panta changed Momota Kaito to stab me Maki

stabs ppl: fuck you Ouma

stab me Maki: u lil shit

Lord Panta: boi im bein a wingman here

Shirogane Tsumugi: Let their romantic development happen naturally!!

stab me Maki: yeah what she said

Lord Panta: whatever boring ppl

stab me Maki changed stabs ppl to Maki Roll

stab me Maki changed stab me Maki to starlord

Lord Panta: rly wanted to strangle starlord in Infinity War ykno

Maki Roll: I still dislike this name but its kind of Ok

starlord: :D

Chabashira Tenko: I go online and this is what welcomes me

Chabashira Tenko: a degenerate harassing a beautiful girl

starlord: i wasnt harassing harumaki!!!!

Lord Panta: tone down the gay there chabs u already have yumeno-chan

Yumeno Himiko: ….....nyeh

Chabashira Tenko: gtfo shota

Chabashira Tenko: And dont call me chabs

Lord Panta changed Yumeno Himiko to Jingle Jangle

Jingle Jangle: …......thanks..... i hate it

Shirogane Tsumugi: do you still watch that hot mess of a series

Lord Panta: nah stopped watching ages ago, thats the last time im taking series recommendations from Angie-chan

Yonaga Angie: Pardon my french but Atua says you're a b i t c h (ಠ_ಠ)

Shirogane Tsumugi: how much of the audience do you think would get that reference then

starlord: shirogane wat

Jingle Jangle changed Chabashira Tenko to chaotic lesbean

Jingle Jangle changed Jingle Jangle to Do You Believe In Magic

chaotic lesbean: Tenko loves it!! thank you yumeno-chan <3

Do You Believe In Magic: np.............

Lord Panta: wow is it me or is the atmosphere here getting gay

Lord Panta: hey hey akamatsu-chan did you intend for this to be a breeding ground for couples

Akamatsu Kaede: No???

Saihara Shuichi: Don't mind him, he's just bitter he doesn't have anyone to be gay with

Akamatsu Kaede: hasahshhaha OMG

imma meme: asdndals;dskbdbjk

Lord Panta: SAIHARA-CHAN HOW DARE U

Yonaga Angie: Even Atua did not see that coming!

starlord: hahahahaha thats my sidekick!!

Iruma Miu: HAH GET REKT LIL ABORTION

Maki Roll: nice

Lord Panta: i'll have you know i have ranty!!

Lord Panta: right babe? ;)

imma meme: went offline

Lord Panta: >:C

Lord Panta: hmph back to name changing then

Lord Panta changed Akamatsu Kaede to dumb blonde

Lord Panta changed Iruma Miu to dumb blonde slut

dumb blonde slut: h-huh

dumb blonde: OUMA-KUN

Saihara Shuichi changed dumb blonde to Treblemaker

Saihara Shuichi: I gotchu

Treblemaker: Thanks Shuichi-kun!

dumb blonde slut: hey what about me

Yonaga Angie changed Yonaga Angie to bitch I am the WAY

bitch I am the WAY: (◔◡◔✿)

Shinguji Korekiyo: Well this has been an interesting conversation so far.

dumb blonde slut: whoop the stalker's here

Shinguji Korekiyo: I've always been here, from the very beginning. Just... Watching.

chaotic lesbean: Tenko is filing a restraining order tomorrow

bitch I am the WAY: Also!! Angie thinks your nickname suits you Miu!~ Atua does, too~~

dumb blonde slut: eeeeehhhh

Treblemaker changed Saihara Shuichi to The Only Hope For Me Is You

The Only Hope For Me Is You: eeeeyy thanks Kaede-san!

Lord Panta: geez we get it, you're both so gay for each other

dumb blonde slut: someone's salty

Treblemaker: What no

Treblemaker: I am gay tho

Lord Panta: OwO)???

chaotic lesbean: GLORIOUS NEWS!!!!!!!

Maki Roll: isn't @The Only Hope For Me Is You an MCR song?

The Only Hope For Me Is You: Harukawa-san gets it

imma meme: “Still in their Emo Phase” Solidarity!!

Maki Roll: not another word from you Amami

Do You Believe In Magic changed Shinguji Korekiyo to Kork

Kork: …

Kork: I suppose this will suffice.

Kork: It's not as tasteless as Iruma-san's nickname.

dumb blonde slut: EEEHHHHHHH

bitch I am the WAY: she is truly screaming

Maki Roll: it's bordering on a moan actually

Idabashi Keebo: I hear an unsettling distress call... what seems to be the problem?

starlord: theres no problem keebs just ignore it

Gokuhara Gonta: Hello Keebo!

Idabashi Keebo: Greetings, Gonta-kun.

Shirogane Tsumugi: This is so Pure™

Lord Panta: Do you ship it

Shirogane Tsumugi: stop

Shirogane Tsumugi changed Shirogane Tsumugi to [anime reference]

Lord Panta: ehhh boring!!

Lord Panta changed Idabashi Keebo to Do Robots Have Dicks

Lord Panta changed [anime reference] to Nani the FUCK

Nani the FUCK: kdajkdjdsl; OUMA

imma meme changed Nani the FUCK to Weeaboo Mastermind

Weeaboo Mastermind: Rantaro-kun you baka we're Japanese

imma meme: ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do You Believe in Magic changed Weeaboo Mastermind to ShirogaNYEH

imma meme: HAHAHAHAHA ACCEPTABLE

chaotic lesbean: that's wonderful yumeno-chan!

ShirogaNYEH: this will do for now I guess ;w;

Do Robots Have Dicks: I do not like this name :(

Lord Panta: its a valid question keeboy

starlord: why do i hear sobbing from the next room

Treblemaker: Look what you've done Ouma-kun

chaotic lesbean: do you want Tenko to break his legs

Treblemaker: Uh, no need Chabashira-san!

Treblemaker changed Do Robots Have Dicks to Robot Rights Activist

Robot Rights Activist: Thank you Akamatsu-san!

Robot Rights Activist: I am sorry for crying

ShirogaNYEH: constant mood

Robot Rights Activist: But next time I won't be tolerant of such discrimination against my robotic creations!

Lord Panta: whatevs

Tojo Kirumi: A pleasant evening to everyone. I just got back from grocery shopping and re-stocked the pantry. If any of you require my assistance, you may reach out to me through this group chat.

The Only Hope For Me Is You: Welcome back Tojo-san

Lord Panta: MOM!!! did you get me something from mcdonalds??

Tojo Kirumi: I told you, we have food here.

Treblemaker: She did buy a single black coffee from Mcdo though

Kork: Well then

chaotic lesbean: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

starlord: SHE JUST MEME'D IRL

imma meme: MOM KNOWS HOW TO MEME AKJSAJJDSK

Lord Panta: uuuuuuuuuuu eeven mmom is bullyinnng mmmme :'((((

Lord Panta: i hhaaaate thiisss faaaamilyyy uuuwaaaaaaaaa

Maki Roll: then leave

Lord Panta: wow no need to be a cunt, harumaki

starlord: oy im the only one who can call her that!!

Maki Roll: only Momota can call me that

Lord Panta: cunt or harumaki???

Maki Roll removed Lord Panta from the chat

starlord: NICE

ShirogaNYEH: I SHIP IT

Maki Roll: do you want to die shirogane

ShirogaNYEH: I'M SORRY BLS DONT KILL ME

Kork: Good riddance.

Do You Believe In Magic changed Tojo Kirumi to Mother Knows Best

Mother Knows Best: I suppose I will just have to contend with this nickname as most of you do act like children.

Imma meme: dont worry tojo-san, akamatsu-san will be there with you every step of the way :3

imma meme: OH SHIT SHES BREAKING INTO MY ROkjdjksfbjksdkladladhrwt4eqio

chaotic lesbean: he's good as dead im sure

The Only Hope For Me is You: Uh where's Hoshi-kun? He hasn't said anything yet, I'm worried...

Gokuhara Gonta: Oh! No need to worry Saihara-kun! Hoshi-kun is with Gonta out the garden, he didn't bring his phone that's why he is silent here!

Gokuhara Gonta: We are catching some fireflies!

The Only Hope For Me Is You: That is so pure oh my gosh

starlord: its not manly but there are legit real tears in my eyes

chaotic lesbean: you must be protected at all costs!!! the only non-degenerate male here

The Only Hope For Me Is You added Lord Panta to the chat

chaotic lesbean: WHY

Lord Panta: IM BACK BITCHES I KNOW YALL MISS ME

starlord: this betrayal... whyd u do it sai

The Only Hope For Me Is You: I'm sorry, I'm not... strong enough

starlord: and this will make you strong??

Lord Panta: he means hes not strong enough to resist my charms *finger guns*

starlord: sure jan

The Only Hope For Me Is You: He's right

Lord Panta: wait rly??????

bitch I am the WAY: Atua did not see this coming too!

– nickname guide Lord Panta: Ouma The Only Hope For Me Is You: Saihara Treblemaker: Akamatsu bitch I am the WAY: Yonaga starlord: momota shirogaNYEH: shirogane Mother Knows Best: tojo imma meme: amami Maki Roll: harukawa Do You Believe In Magic: yumeno chaotic lesbean: chabashira Kork: shinguji Robot Rights Activist: idabashi dumb blonde slut: iruma N/A yet: gokuhara & hoshi NDRV3 HPA AU Character Design Masterlist here and background information here [Facebook] [Instagram] [Twitter] [Blogger] [Kofi] will probs post this on AO3 too idk lol

#ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #maki harukawa #kirumi tojo #angie yonaga #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #rantaro amami #tsumugi shirogane #kiibo idabashi #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #miu iruma #korekiyo shinguji #lou .write #hopes peak academy AU #ndrv3 HPA AU #pairings are well #oumasai #kaerumi #tenmiko #harukaito #lol edits happen when they happen #danganronpa #i just notice my mistakes after publishing #chatfic

[thequimmqueen]

Yeah im chill with most ships... the few im not chill with are uh. Something. I dont tell the shippers directly bc thats rude but those ships just really rub me the wrong way - amii

Yeah.. speaking of.. i'm very lucky timm*cilia isn't the popular ship people like around here. Otherwise i might as well have deleted the account.

I'm also extremely grateful not only I like quinn and timm together.. they are so fun! And so good.. it's so interesting to me, to see what everyone thinks happened between them prior to timm leaving,and the aftermath.. and the re encounter of them at the bakeria.

Pardon me,but i'm gonna nerd about them for a bit:

I rarely see something like their Backstory happen with customers. Most of the time when a customer flipdeck mentions another customer it's a small mention or a one-sided link. For example, Alberto's Flipdeck mentions penny and she mentions him too,stating they are a couple- But it doesn't mention anything aside the obvious fact they work together. And Olga and Edoardo's flipdecks,tho canonically married, don't do the same. (Olga mentions edoardo,edoardo doesn't mention her)

With Timm and Quinn's flipdecks the situation is so interesting and Makes me want to know more especially because of how the same event is narrated a different way by the one writing the card.

For timm's card, him leaving the lawfirm is described in such a way- it says he "finally left"

While Quinn's say.. that he left "abruptaly"

It implies, subtly, that while timm was excited to leave his Job to achieve his dream- it took quinn by surprise- and It's also kind of funny how the fact she changed the name of their bussiness as "JUST quinn and associates" sounds so salty. Like a bitter ex! As if.. Quinn was actually upset about him leaving with no prior notice.

I'm- i know i'm a dork about them. And i'm possibly looking into that lil detail way too much but it's so important to me. To know Quinn DID care unlike what i saw people say some years ago about """quinn being toxic to Timm"""

Like- there's not even a hint of that, when Its described timm feels relieved its about leaving the Job,not quinn.

I just.. idk, I wish there could be comics in the same style as the Platformer intros. SOMETHING that could at least hint at what Timm and Quinn currently feel about the other and how their relationship is currently..

Again, i'm sorry for being a nerd- i love them so much..

#amii anon #amiizing

[booabug]

*sigh* there's been a lot of discourse going on in the fandom recently, but I'm really glad you keep a lot of it off your blog. I was in a really dark place before I found ml and I'm forever grateful for it even when it can be problematic.

oh man, hard same. myself from before ml would not be recognizable to y’olks and I honestly consider that a good thing. It’s indicative of my personal growth. Part of that becoming more of someone I wanna be has been trying to keep this a good vibes zone, though I’ll answer kinda salty stuff too and keep it real with like, heavy mental health stuff.

im sorry to hear discourse has been draining on you. i hella know that feel. went “on break” before over it (but was still p active, it was barely a break at all) and during, considered leaving altogether. but you know what? no. pardon my language but to darn diddly heck with the negativity, and dangnabbit to letting it ruin something I love!

now im here, im cheesier than ever, and im not going anywhere~ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

ive chosen to run a blog that can be a safe, funny, fluffy space for other miraculers. its rly rewarding whenever i hear ive achieved that for someone! i just hope nobody will be shy about asking for me to do whatever will improve that sense for them.

To go on with that subject,

I mean “Please let me know if you want anything tagged!” It’s why ive kept it through any and every blog description edit. I use #swearing because someone said it can get to them; they added “only when it’s really bad,” but I’m like 75% sure they were understating things to be nice. I do slip up on these things… discoursey stuff makes it here, I’ve been swearing quite a bit lately, and I can lose my cool, but really—honestly, sincerely, truly—to anyone reading this:

Please, do not hesitate to say if anything on this blog makes you uncomfortable. Whatever it is, even if you worry it sounds weird or too sensitive, I will not judge you. Something in your life has made whatever it is burdensome, and I don’t want to add to that burden even in the slightest. You all know I roll around in the tags section like a pig in mud anyway. My memory’s usually good about filter tags! I don’t mind avoiding subjects either.

It’s not much for me to do. It’s like… literally the least I can do to help. I can do that much though, and if you just ask, I will.

#you and boo #you can go through askbox or DM or however you feel okay with #you can anon ask and mention you don't want it published #you can ask off anon and say you want a private response or none at all #its ok #already been wondering whether to use something less generic than 'personal/' for heavy life/mental health stuff recently ┐(‘～`；)┌ #Anonymous

[unclescroogie]

Cavern

@theredmermaidprincessatlantica

Dripping ceilings and rough walls, a hidden world beneath the ocean, water that lapped at a quiet opening somewhere off in the distance. An ocean cavern that held enough air for the tide to roll in and one or two creatures to live within until they were able to escape again at low tide. Enormous expanse of sea cavern, hidden away, unflooded by the salty ocean water. Millennia of crafting created the treasure trove of wonder, the story just waiting to be written by a duck who was determined to explore it. A quiet cavern, a sweet dream of something lurking within-- beasts, treasure, adventure, a new story to be told. Something that would give him even more fun in the future. Triplets waiting to hear the tale spun by their great uncle Scrooge McDuck.

Only a few hours, he had told himself this, but by that time he had decided such a thing was an impossibility. By the time he returned to the exit, he was trapped. The tide had risen and there was no way he could escape at this point. He would have to wait for the waters to recede once more, to retreat into the depths, missing the duck entirely if his hopes were correct and held true. Eyes locked upon the water for a moment, frothy surface that swished almost in a melancholy manner. It splashed up against the rock ground, the hardened interior of the Earth and it’s rocky construct. At first he figured that he’d sit and wait, be patient until the water receded, but the decision was quickly abandoned. The tide would take far too long, might as well explore a little more. 

Gentle steps, careful maneuvers, a gentle way of going about things. He didn’t want to get hurt, didn’t want to be trapped here and perish, that was the last thing on his list. He would surely starve if he was trapped here and couldn’t escape, couldn’t swim out when the tide pulled away once more. Sharp rocks jutted out at random angles, his eyes focused on the immediate surroundings, careful not to step to quickly for fear of something being just out of his headlamp’s immediate bubble of illumination. His hand was placed on the wall, using it to guide himself through the cavern, careful to not touch anything that may be an animal-- if there were any down here that is. He was sure there were a few but whatever they were, they were most likely aquatic in nature and harmless. Small crabs or other crustaceans. 

Emptiness, absence, white hot pain, and a sound that his ears had blocked out. The sound of impact, the fall he took down a slope, a rock that protruded and seemed rather upset with his presence there. He lay there on the ground, a curled form of agony, sitting up to look he saw what he hoped never to see in a cave... He couldn’t look at his leg, that was the last thing he wanted to look at. As soon as he did, the realization hit and the shock went straight away. He sat for a moment, rummaging through his backpack in hopes to find something, anything to tend to it. There were bandages and antibacterial medication, but that was about it. He set the bone back, trembling as he did so, before disinfecting and wrapping the wound. There was nothing left to do but try to use his cane to limp back to the water.

Looking around he found his object of salvation, one he kept always handy just in case his body gave out at any point. Some would say it was useless, but at the same time he knew how to use it as a weapon and knew that it could come in handy-- such as now. He tried to push himself up, but had quite a bit of difficulty, and as such used a wall for more support. When he had that, and had his small pack secured and his cane set to support his right side, he began the trek back to the opening. He would find a way out somehow, when the tide recedes he could always message Donald via his phone-- that is if it wasn’t busted by the phone. He was sure it wasn’t, but nevertheless.

The water was a relief, he collapsed beside it, letting the Earth hold his weight as he set his pack on the ground beside him and allowed himself to doze. There was nothing else to do, and he needed the rest by this point. He wouldn’t sleep through low tide-- he knew he’d be too paranoid for that. Six hours of sleep on a rough rocky surface wasn’t going to happen-- and he was correct. For when he came too, it wasn’t by his own volition at all. There was a sound, speech, female speech. There was someone here-- perhaps someone had come to find him? Perhaps they were family or they were someone else. He wasn’t quite sure. The voice didn’t sound familiar so that was a huge sign to tell him it was nothing but a stranger.

Lifting his head up he saw a girl-- a human girl it seemed. If it weren’t for the fact that Scrooge was in a lot of pain, he probably would have bounced back in shock. He wasn’t used to humans, never would be probably, but at the same time if she was down here could she really be a human? No... He assumed something else, something more ocean prone. He had heard stories of mermaids and had seen drawings, paintings, pictures from human civilizations-- from humans whom he had met. Perhaps she was a mermaid; no there was no perhaps, she was definitely and most certainly a mermaid. But that didn’t stop him from staring in shock at her, half asleep and still foggy in the brain...

“Beg your pardon...“ He began shakily, his Scottish accent thick. “What did ye say, lass?“

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