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Betrayal
Neglect
Mistake…

the difference in their reactions tho hahahahaha

170408 V chart awards // their varying levels of excitement lol kyungsoo looks like his soul has left his body

(*Loooook at the super adorable tortoise-skele icon the wonderful @nighttimepixels made for me~.  Yep, that’s my tortoise self wearing Stretch’s hoodie.  Ahhh, I had to address that first!)


I decided for the milestone event, I’d do a fic raffle because they seem fun!  

How to Enter:  Just be following me and reblog this post!  Easy-peasy!  

The Prize: An Undertale one-shot!  Your choice of characters and AU’s.  I don’t have many limits; it can be SFW or NSFW, and I’m down with most pairings (canon/canon or canon/reader).  I do request that you not ask me to put your specific OC in the fic, however, just because I’d hate to portray them incorrectly.  Also, I’m good with most AU’s, and even if I’m unfamiliar, if there’s enough information for me to be able to get a feel for the characters’ personalities, we’re golden.  You can be as vague or detailed as you like; even if it’s something as simple as “Stretch sin.”  Or, hell, if you have something you want to see as an SSLL chapter, I’m game for that too.  

The Deadline: It’ll end at 2PM CST on 6/24.

I’ll enter everyone’s names into a random gen and pick the winners that way.  Right now, I’m hoping to draw three names.  That’s subject to change depending on how many people enter.  

Thanks again for reading my silly stuff, guys!  You’re all amazing!

Colonel Mustard: Is this place for you?
Wadsworth: Indeed no, sir. I’m merely a humble butler.
Colonel Mustard: What exactly do you do?
Wadsworth: I buttle, sir.
Colonel Mustard: Which means what?
Wadsworth: The butler is head of the kitchen and dining room. I keep everything tidy.

Tim Curry co-starring with Martin Mull in Clue (1985). Director: Jonathan Lynn.

Mystic Messenger Fanfic: Kingdom of Words

Pairing: Saeran/MC

Rating: G

Other places to read: AO3

This fic is a gift to @an-ambivalent! I’m one of your @mystic-messenger-secret-santa (the mysterious anon hihi) :3 Sorry this is so late, dear! I tried to include as many of your preferences as I could, so I hope you enjoy this not so small fic I wrote for you ♥


The first time the words appeared on Saeran’s arm, he panicked. His only warning had been a warm, itchy sensation that’d made him look down, only to find a black scribble on his skin.

Can you see this?

He screamed. He couldn’t help it - as much as he rubbed, the words wouldn’t come off, nor did his hand get dirty with ink. Saeyoung rushed to his side, eyes wide, but once Saeran explained what was wrong, he hesitated, his gaze fixed at the point where Saeran could see the dark words in stark contrast against his reddened skin.

“I can’t see anything, Saeran.”

Before Saeran could process what Saeyoung had said, their mother came. He should’ve excpected it, should’ve known better than to make so much noise. His ears hurt with her screams, louder than his own; still, he tried reaching her - arm extended, he tried telling her about the words, tried asking her what they meant.

His only answer were two days without food, getting by with only the scraps Saeyoung managed to sneak him behind their mother’s back.

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