gonna say right off the bat that ishka, popnographic, and ad_astra on ao3 are your go-to people for good makorin. best makorin, in my humble opinion. not to mention that ad_astra wrote the fuckin’ makorin bIBLE, This Gentle Heart Will Mess You Up, which is the first installment of a three-part series that’s the reason i ship makorin in the first place. check it out if you know what’s good for you.
The Captain’s Game by mangemouth is a personal favorite of mine. It’s from the perspective of Seijuurou, has adorable, established makorin, and has some of the best makoto characterization ive ever seen. 10/10 fic
Love Thy Neighbor by attemptsonwords is another must read. fuck-buddy/roommate AU that kills me, just thinking about. ;~; crucial to your makorin experience, definitely.
The Library of Lost Things, by themorninglark. goes down a different route than most, more poetic and symbolic or smth. SUPER good and kinda hard to explain :’> Another good one by themorninglark that’s sorta hard to put into words is We Meet Where No one Knows, which is just GORGEOUS
The Cry of You Bones by plantegg, aka that one smut fic that’ll drive you to take a cold shower after reading. Featuring Rin as an incubus and Makoto as a poor human with no knowledge whatsoever on demons, it’s very very good.
Hot and Cold, by risotto. Hilarious, in character, and it involves Makoto waxing Rin’s body, in an entirely professional environment, of course. great for those days you wanna get turned on but also kill yourself with second hand embarrassment. really anything by risotto is gonna be some next-level shit, trust me
Call the Ships to Port, by Sierra. Fuckin fantastic pirate sex, to be blunt. 10/10, one of the all-around best. author is also super cool, which is always a plus
Bloom and Scatter, by dorkery. Not techincally a makorin fic, but it’s absolutely necessary to include it, bec it’s the best. Zombie AU with makorin survival buddies, watching each others’ backs and solving puzzles like fuckin champs.
The Quest, by rinthegreat. Fantasy AU. I HIGHLY recommend this one on top of everything else, because not only is it a kickass fic with gorgeous makorin, but it’s inspired by one of MY drawings. Can you believe that??? life is so wild is2g. It includes prince!Rin and thief!makoto (WITH LONG HAIR MIGHT I ADD) bein’ super cute with each other and travelling together to finish up this long-forgotten quest. sososo good.
When I first joined the studyblr community, I was taken aback with the amount of studyblrs posting photos of their planner and their bullet journal spreads. I’ve only known and been in the fandom side of Tumblr for years, so I found it really cool that there are others who share the same appreciation for keeping things organized and staying productive.
I began to post my own planner spreads and since then, I would receive a lot of messages every day about planners/bullet journals and how to set them up. I decided to create this series to give you an overview of the art of using a planner or a bullet journal (right on time for the new year!) and address if not all, most, of your questions. Hopefully, as we progress through the series, you’ll find that keeping track of your tasks and staying organized isn’t as hard and tiring as it seems!
In this first part of the Plan and Play series, I’ll be covering the basics of planners, bullet journals, and planning in general. So let’s start: a planner and a bullet journal, what’s the difference?
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hello and welcome to my mobile interactive version of my fic recs! despite not having the time to actually sit down and read stories, i still have a pretty large collection of fics i enjoyed over the past couple of years of being in the kpop community! please send all of the writers mentioned love + likes, and support them and their stories! ♡ + i am also, apparently, an unreliable source when it comes to non-smut fics. i can’t help it.
! any incorrect links will definitely be fixed later :^))
The bell for government was about to ring and you waited until the last moment before walking in.
Your head to your seat, whilst your friend waved you over excitedly.
“I haven’t heard from you in days! Where have you been?!”
‘I just broke up with my boyfriend. Found out Shawn likes me. Came to the sudden realization that I did too. Oh, we kissed! Also, we may or may not be dating.’
“You know..here and there.” The bell rings, interrupting your vague answer. Thankfully she doesn’t pay too much attention and copies the note down from the board.
You glance back to where Shawn is seated. A headphone dangles from his right ear, but he’s still paying close attention to the teachers beginning lecture.
You turn back to the front, not wanting to get called out. There was no doubt Mrs. Mitchell wouldn’t have been able to tell just who you had been looking at. You didn’t need her to announce it to the entire class.
“Remember, papers are due this Friday! Homework is to annotate this hand out and come up with questions. We’ll be having a Socratic seminar tomorrow. I don’t want to deal with anyone lacking and not completing this simple assignment. I’ll see you all tomorrow!”
Rose doesn’t stop to wait for you, or revisit the conversation. You’re glad when she rushes out of the class. Government being her least favorite subject.
“Y/N,” the voice is incredibly familiar behind you, and you try to not seem too flustered.
“Hey!” You cringe at the excitement lacing your response, while Shawn chuckles. “Sorry..”
Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. Part: The set-up.
Word Count: 1442
Author’s Note: Ok, lots of things:
Aaaah I’m going to try something totally new and try a lot of 1st person Bucky POV in this series! This first part is just testing the waters a bit, feedback is much much appreciated.
Changing my mind, this isn’t going to be a drabble series. I just couldn’t cut the parts up that short. It will be a short series though, 7 or 8 parts I think, definitely less than 10.
I am currently road tripping myself and will make a Series Masterlist page once I get to my final destination tonight.
I don’t have photoshop on this computer (waaah!) so if anyone wants to make me a banner for this series… I wouldn’t hate it. Otherwise I’ll try to piece one together with Gimp or some other free crap
Okay enough chatter!
“Alright, my turn,” Natasha smirks, taking her stance and firing an impeccably placed dart into the board. Damn it. Why did I agree to play her? She must play Clint all the time. She’s going to beat me.
“Best city for a night out.” She must have known Steve would give a less than satisfactory answer because she raises a finger towards him and specifies, “I mean, pick up a girl, one night stand, kind of night out.” I can’t help but snort thinking about Steve trying to talk himself into leaving after a one night stand. He’s so damn chivalrous.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, Buck,” Steve fires at me, “you’ve been on fewer dates than me in the last decade!”
That shut me up. He’s right, I haven’t really gotten back into the swing of it yet, haven’t really tried. I scowl at Steve before picking up my set of darts and flicking one into the target. “New York,” I answer, willfully ignoring Steve’s taunting.
A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series.
Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.
I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.
Things go way back in time.
I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.
As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man.
I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time.
Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.”
I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.”
I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead.
And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.
“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.”
Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.
“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.
"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N.
Summary: The Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at a tiny motel with a grumpy owner and only one available room. But who will she share a bed with?
Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is going to be the first part of the Warmth Series! It’s based off This Imagine about Dean warming the reader up when they’re forced to share a bed and it was requested by like 5 people so here you go! The bottom part is the original imagine altered slightly to fit the new story, sorry if it doesn’t totally blend! If you want to be tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to the Warmth Series section of This List. Feedback is always appreciated!
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It was watching you.
The creepy carved bust on the sideboard was staring at you with hollow, pupil-less eyes, adding the finishing touch to the murder-y motel lobby vibe of the first place you’d found in this sleepy little town. The room was cold despite the obnoxious clanking of the massive, ancient radiator in the corner. Dean’s voice filled the cramped space as he pulled out his wallet and falsified credit cards.
“We’ll take two rooms,” he said.
The stout man behind the counter pulled his glasses down his nose and peered over the frames, staring at the card in the eldest Winchester’s hand with no small amount of scrutiny. It was stolen, of course, but it had money on it and that’s all that mattered. The man settled back into his chair and frowned. Judging by the creases around his mouth you suspected he always looked like that.
Despite the fact that the reader is just a teenager, she has bigger problems, some of them unable to handle.
Also when the Jason Blossom’s case starts to become an attractive mystery to her, she looks for someone else to help her which leads her to Jughead Jones.
► Pair: Jughead Jones x Reader
► Word Count: 1,668
► Warnings: none
► A/N: Hello and welcome to the first part of the new Jughead Jones’ series. I hope you like and enjoy it, if that’s the case, let me know! I will appreciate it a lot and also I would know if I should start working on the next part! Tags are opened!
Riverdale high school. First class in the morning.
The students start to fill the classrooms. Some of
them are sleepy, as if they still were on their beds. Some others were ready to
keep learning another day more and the rest just hated to be there.
You couldn’t be put in none of the groups mentioned
before. You were just there. Ready for the classes? Of course. Eager for them? Not
that much, at least usually. First class on Mondays were always an exception.
Your favorite subject; psychology.
You were sitting in the placed you always used to
occupy since the very first day without a partner by your side. Not that you
didn’t have friends at all, you just knew how to enjoy loneliness most of the