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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, celebrated my way aka EVERYONE LOVES YUURI KISSES <3 <3 <3

Super self indulgent but man this made me happy to draw, I hope it makes some of you happy today too ^ ^

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ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS, SORRY I DIDN’T MAKE A SEPARATE POST BUT YOU’RE INCLUDED IN THIS BB <3

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Just a chicken

Me and some friends recently started a new campaign, with a team consisting of a Firebolg cleric, an aasimar paladin (me), and two kenku, one a necromancer and the other a rogue. We started off in a town that was raided by goblins, which dropped whatever they looted if we killed them.

DM: “Upon killing the goblin, he drops his sack and you noise the bag is moving.”

Necromancer: “I check the bag”

DM: “You investigate the bag and find a chicken, still alive, along with some loot.”

Me and cleric: “A what?”

DM: “A chicken.”

Necromancer: “Is it a special chicken?”

DM: “No, its just a chicken”

Necromancer: “I wana use detect magic on the chicken.”

Me: “You’ve gota be kidding me.”

DM: “Uhh…ok, you use detect magic on the chicken, and find out its just a normal chicken.”

Necromancer: “I wana put it in my bag.”

Me: “Its a chicken, just leave it here!”

Necromancer: “No its mine now were taking it.”

Moving on, we ran into more goblins while investigating a building

Necromancer: “Im gona run out of the room and use magic armor on the chicken”

Me: “You can’t be serious.”

DM: “You can’t…ok you know what, fine; you cast magic armor on the chicken.”

Me: “I swear to god i will destroy that chicken”

Rogue: “Hes a safe boi now”

Me: “Dont encourage him!”

We’ve been playing for a good 4 weeks and we still have the chicken. His name is Jeffery

Expedition to Sol2487-3

Here is my first “earth is space australia and humans are space orcs” post. Have read those and got stucked on the “poisonous oxygen breather”. If other races would breath less deadly (and less energetic) gases for their cell functioning, their bodys were bound to have quite inefficient growth compared to us. So basically, oxygen breather are just fricking huge to aliens. Oh, and I think human’s and bird’s eyes are quite the thing, our eyesight goes beyond most sentinent race’s imagination, but that’s a later term. It’s planned to have several episodes, hope you enjoy it. Please don’t mind my english and leave a comment.


That puny little Planet in System Sol2487, the only one with liquid water there, was indeed a scary one. Our ship was sent to investigate, take some specimens, and leave. No extraordinary thrilling task. The atmosphere was breathable, enough C02 to keep our bodies running, and nothing eminently deadly in there. The oxygen content was somewhat high though. And the sun’s radiation, too. This planet was so tiny in comparison to our homeworld, but much nearer to this system’s sun. Better not risking anything and taking the full protective gear with respiratory support. And those interferences with our ship’s navigation system bothered me. Some mysterious electromagnetic radiation, maybe signs of a sentinent race’s culture? But here? Oddly enough there was life on this overcooked lump of spacerock, but sentinent one? I doubted it. Must have been the planets magnetic field.

The gravitation was stronger than expected of that little planet. Not that far off to my own homeplanet. That was at least twenty times larger, though. How was this possible? We landed on a flat, grey and solid hard surface. At the horizon we saw near endless forests, except for two opposing directions, where this weird grey soil reached til the line of our sights and probably far beyond.
“Is this an empty river’s bed?” I remember asking my first mate, Xato Nexgrra. He was Pakoralean, a race of rather slender built, but quite of the bright site of the universe, capable of some serious multitasking with his fifteen flexible limbs.
“Negative, Captain” he had replied. “It’s stone, once liquid and now hardened again.”
“A vulcano?”
“No, Sir, I examined it with my tactile knots and it feels sort of, I don’t know, artificial to me. A Street. Of hardened tar.”
“Ok, a sentinent race on this planet. Well, that’s unexpected. But who in Xaleates’ damn universe would build a street in the middle of nowhere, wide enough to fit two of our expedition space crafts next to each other, on this puny planet?” It wasn’t like me to use our races deity’s name that informal, but for all that I knew, this was weird. Not even the Morians, the biggest of the known sentinent races, would be in need of streets that wide.
“Captain!” It was Loxxar Kraes, my head of security, an Ukraera, quite smart for his race, but his biggest trade was his speed and agility. Must be down to the fact that they use five of their seven limbs for running.  “We secured the landing zone to the edge of that forest, but… uhm, that ain’t no trees. It’s grass.”
“Grass? You mean, like a meadow?”
“Kinda.”

We gathered in front of the “grass”. Nothing uncommon about grass. In one form or another, it was fairly common on all habitable ecospheres in all universe. But this one was fricking huge.
“That is no meadow” proclaimed Dr. Proaxl, she was a female Qzaor and with her bodyless, misty physique and her unique mental skills she was fit to be in command for both our medical and scientific squads. “That is a field. It is indeed a subtype of grass, but I believe it’s a cultivated form, meant for feeding of thousands of individuals of an organized culture. Or dozens. It depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On the size of that sentinent race’s individuals” she closed.
“How big can they be? I mean, this is a teeny weeny planet.”
“You are aware there are known microbiotic life forms in explored universe, that not like ourselfes breath carbon dioxide, but pure oxygen? Imagine there would be higher lifeforms, even sentinent ones, breathing oxygen.”
“That’s nature’s legitimate killer, the cause of every known destruction over time. How could a sentinent race breath that? And how’s that related to one’s size?”
“In contrary to our CO2 burning cells, those primitive oxygen breather are capable of extracting food’s inherent chemical energy up to four times as efficient. And in experiments it was clear, that the higher the atmosphere’s content of oxygen, the faster the growth of that cells. I do believe, if there is a higher life foarm based on this kind of cells, it’s size would be physically limited by the surrounding oxygen. And just think of the plants your race has cultivated for food, that grows in fields. How big is that compared to your own size?”
It felt like a glass of liquid oxygen was poured into all of my six breathing holes. This planet couldn’t be for real.

it seems like people forget that even if they’re in love, lance and keith are Rivals. they’re Arch Enemies and they wouldn’t let a little thing like dating change that:

  • keith convinces lance to go on morning jogs with him, but they always turn into sprints real quick bc one boy starts edging in front of the other and so on
  • “I bet I can kiss you longer without stopping for air.” 
    • “um? no way dude you’re on.”
    • shiro finds keith and lance making out but they’re both turning blue and keith is punching the wall for some reason? keith breaks away and gasps in a huge gulp of air and screams “DAMMIT” at the same time lance just like. dabs or something
  • they get into an honest-to-god hand holding contest. whoever lets go first loses. 
    • “guys, we have to start afternoon training.”
    • “I don’t think you realize the gravity of the situation, shiro. I can’t let keith win. jesus, are you insane?”
    • “keith, then–”
    • “nope. already lost the kissing. I am not about to go o-for-two here.”
  • everything, absolutely everything turns into a competition, and the more in love they fall the worse it gets. 
  • like, before it was just bc they “hated” each other. but now? goddamn if lance is gonna be shown up by his boyfriend. and keith needs to keep lance’s head from getting too big or he’s unbearable.
  • who uses the most pet names in a day? one point lance. who reaches out for little touches always? another point lance. makes the other smile the most? keith’s on the board. the best at complimenting?
    • “your mullet is actually ridiculously attractive and your hair in general is so soft and I would actually commit murder to know your secret.”
    • “yeah? well, your skin is like, spotless, ok? do you even have pores?”
    • “it’s called moisturizing, babe. and when I’m stressed I get backne! I’ve seen you shirtless a bazillion times and your body is perfect!”
    • “no way. don’t even say that. my core needs some serious work. you have abs, lance. I could wash my jacket on those things.”
    • I have a good body? have you looked in a mirror? someone carved a v in your hips with a freaking chisel!”
  • this becomes a regular game over dinner, and team voltron barely even hears them bicker anymore.
  • just. keith and lance being an Old Married Couple. they were made for each other. 
repercussions : ceo!tom imagine {part i}

Summary: Your hookup from last night was now standing in front of you as your boss (ft. CEO!Tom)

Requested?: Yes !

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, CEO!Tom

Author’s Note: I had so many Grey’s Anatomy vibes while writing this so I actually re-watched the first episode…Lord help me. Part 2?


As your eyes shot open, a deep sleep being disturbed by the fluttering of your phone alarm across the room, your eyes tried to adjust to the bright rays of early sunlight filtering through the light curtains adorning your bedroom windows. You almost forgot about the stranger lying next to you, his face buried in the pillow drowning out his soft snores. You watched his back rise and relax through his deep breaths, clearly unfazed by your alarm that was still chirping.

You removed the comforter and sheets that were draped over your pantless body, only clad in a shirt you assumed belong to the man that resided next to you. You swung your legs softly off of the bed, careful not to shift the bed too much. You crept over to your phone that was perched on top of your dresser, rapidly pressing the button that would stop the alarming sounds. You unlocked your phone and scrolled through the notifications you had received over the course of the night, your back facing the bed. A new notification popped up, ‘NEW JOB TODAY !!! 9 A.M.’  You checked the time, thankful it was only 7:00 a.m. meaning you had some spare time to get ready and put more effort into the look. Your attention was caught as you heard the man still behind you clear his throat, making you turn around quickly.

“Well, this is quite the view to wake up to, darling,” his voice was coated in a morning rasp, and it made his accent much thicker. It made your stomach flip as you took in the nickname, gaining some memories of the names he had used for you last night sending a blush up to your cheeks. You forgot he had an accent. Hell, you struggled relentlessly to remember his name. You cleared your throat as well, setting your phone back on the dresser.

“Uh, yeah, hey, good morning…” you began, mentally kicking yourself for already forgetting his name. He noticed you were having difficulty and took amusement in it. He sat himself up in the bed, leaning back on his palms that rested slightly behind him, showing off his very toned torso.

“It’s Tom. Thought you would at least know that from as often as you screamed it last night.. Tell me, Y/N,” he put an emphasis on your name as he smirked, clearly remembering yours, “is your throat feeling sore from all the screaming? Or perhaps su-”

“Ok, ok, I remember now, thanks for the refresher course!” You tried to shush him, your hand waving along with your words, his crude comments much too much for you to handle this early in the morning. “I have to get ready for work now, it’s my first day, and I’m sure you have a job to attend to as well,” you tried to reason with him, eager to get him out of your apartment. Your head was starting to pick up an aching feeling, and you said a quick prayer your hangover would be merciful for your first day of work.


Your mind flashed back to the night came to end only merely a few hours ago. The club you went to was up the street from your apartment, and you were eager to get out of the cramped space. Your intentions were only to get a drink or two, just to ease the nerves that racked your body that followed the anticipation of your new job beginning tomorrow. As you traced the edge of your freshly mixed Cosmopolitan, surveying the bodies that packed the small club, a man took a seat on the barstool standing next to you. You briefly shifted your eyes to look at who was occupying the seat next to you. However, his eyes were already wandering over you. You were clad in a tight black shirt that hung off of the shoulders and a simple pair of high waisted jeans accompanied by a simple pair of black heels. You turned your head to look at him properly after realizing his attention was already on you.

You first noticed his piercing eyes. They were a deep auburn, flecked with golden sparks towards the center. They were furrowed into a hungry look, as if they were consuming the sight of you. His hair was styled almost too perfectly. His what seemed like brunette curls were swept to the side taming them to a wavy state. A crisp white button down and a black tie complimented his fair skin. He leaned over in his seat until his face was in close proximity to you, sending confusion throughout your mind.

“Excuse me if this is a bit forward, but ever since I saw you walk through those doors, I’ve been planning on leaving with you on my arm,” his voice spoke just loud enough to be heard over the thumping music, an English accent ringing clearly. You raised an eyebrow at his confession, leaning back a bit on your stool. However, the alcohol buzzing through you was enough to guide your confidence.

“Buy me another drink, and we’ll see how well your plan works.”


“Actually, yes I do, love. Thanks for the reminder, by the way, may I have my shirt back?” He motioned to the shirt that hung off of your body, barely covering your bum all the way and reaching only the top half of your thighs. You nodded in cooperation.

“Well, yeah of course, it is your shirt..Let me just go change in the bathroom,” you spoke, pointing to the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. You reached for one of the drawers of your dresser, opening it in search of a t- shirt and a pair of shorts. As you pursed the clothing items, Tom interrupted you.

“I think we went way past that stage, I mean you could just strip here,” his words stringing along a nonchalant tone. You turned around to face him, crossing your arms. He shrugged his shoulders in response before lifting himself out of the bed. His boxers were the only article of clothing that stuck to his body. His eyes scanned the room in search of his pants and shoes and other various items. You watched his movements, not budging. He gathered up his items that were strewn across your bedroom, cradling them in his arms. You did your best to divert your attention away from his lower torso and boxers as he approached you. He stood in front of you, his eyes lowering to scan your body. His hand came up to your neck, sweeping away the hair that had fallen over it carelessly, a smug look crossing his lips.

“Might want to cover these up, doll,” his accent adding a new element to the pet name that tumbled from his mouth. Your hand reached up instinctively to the area he was referring to and whipped your body around to face the mirror attached to your dresser, uncovering your hand to see what he was talking about. Deep purple marks littered the side of your neck, some of them darker than others. A gasp left your mouth at the sight that could’ve been resembled a crime scene.


You could suddenly feel the pressure and sensation of his lips pressing into your sensitive skin, teeth occasionally nipping at the skin above your collarbones. He had you pressed against one of your bedroom walls, the back of your head was rested against the wall firmly. One of his hands gripped your waist tightly and the other was wrapped around the back of your neck, enabling him to move your head to allow him access to the surface of your skin that was now peppered with goosebumps and traces of his lips.

You entangled your hands into his hair, desperate for more attention elsewhere from his mouth. Your hands pulled his head up by his hair, his teeth now gripping onto his bottom lip. His hands were now both stuck to your waist.

“Need more, princess?” His voice rasped out, and you, unable to form words, only replied with a nod.

“I need to hear you, tell me what you want,” he commanded, his hands roaming behind you to grip your ass in his hands, he squeezed roughly, making you stand up straighter.

“I n-need your mouth, please.”

“Please, what?” He dropped to his knees. His hands reaching for the button that secured your jeans, undoing it slowly. He pulled the jeans down torturously slow, slipping them down to around your ankles and you kicked them off impatiently, leaving you in your underwear. His fingertips traced the outline of your clothed core, only increasing the wetness that had gathered there. He looked up at you and halted his actions making you groan. “What’s the proper way to ask me, pretty girl?”

“Please, sir.” The two words fell from your lips in desperation, eager for him to bring you to a release from all the frustration that had build up over the time spent with him. “Please,” you moaned out, his fingers now massaging over the damp barely-there underwear covering you.

“Good girl,” he praised. He allowed himself to hook his fingers into the sides your panties and pull them down, sending anticipation through your body. You kicked them out of the way, hands tangling into his hair. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh before tapping your calf, gesturing for you to spread your legs a bit more. As you did so, he brought up a finger to your wetness, running a finger along your slit teasingly. Before you could plead for him to do more, he brought his head forward and ran his tongue over the pattern his finger had previously traced. His tongue moved upwards, his lips now sucking slightly on your clit. As he did so, he brought his finger back to your opening and slipped it in, pumping at a teasingly slow pace. You groaned at the mix of pleasure brought from his finger and his tongue, but desired more.

“Sir, I need more, please fuck me,” you moaned out, voice trembling. He added another finger and began moving them at a faster rate in and out of you. He admired your wetness that came from his actions and continued to use his tongue to lap at your clit. He ignored your request for a moment and continued his actions before pulling away completely, procrastinating your closeness to a release.

“Bed now, hands and knees, baby girl.”


“Oh, my, god! Tom! What the fuck? How am I supposed to cover these up?” Your voice was laced with utter panic and irritation at his markings. You turned to face him, his infamous smirk lingering on his face.

“Where exactly are you working?” He asked, a somewhat sincere tone ringing out. His hands reached forward to unbutton the shirt of his you had borrowed for the night. You didn’t stop him, just wanting to get all of this over. ‘What gives, I’m not even going to see him again,’ you reminded yourself.

“Holland Corporations, it’s at the main office and they said I’d be meeting with the CEO today and it just rattled my nerves even more,” you informed him. His fingertips were still fumbling with the buttons. As he reached the last button, he admired the way the shirt barely covered your breasts, revealing the body he had spent all night worshipping. He also took note of the faint bruises that littered your hips, from his hands nonetheless. He kept the observation to himself as he listed to your words.

As you mentioned your new workplace, his eyes shot up to yours. An intrigued look sparked behind his eyes.

“What’s that look for?” You questioned him, turning to face away from him as you let the shirt drop off your body. You quickly put on the other shirt you had pulled out from the dresser. You spun back around to look at him.

“Nothing, darling. It’s just I work there too,” he said it in an unreadable tone. “I don’t think Mr. Holland will mind the marks.” He bent down to pick up his shirt, his lips trying to suppress the grin that was growing on his face. You ignored Tom’s sudden weirdness and put your palm up to your forehead.

“Oh my god, I’ve already slept with someone I work with,” you groaned. What a wonderful start. “Whatever, you should just go, I have to get ready,” you spoke quickly. You pushed him towards the bedroom door, a confused look crossing his face, his clothes still bunched in his arms. He tried to speak, but you cut him off again. “Bye, Tom!” As soon as he was out of the room, you shut the door. You hurried into the bathroom to shower and get out the door as quickly as you could.

After taking the necessary steps to get yourself ready, adding an extra bit of makeup to start off the first day, you gathered your things and headed out the front door. You went through mentally how to keep yourself composed when facing your new boss.

You took the short commute from your apartment complex to the rather intimidatingly large skyscraper that was at least twenty stories. As you stood outside the revolving doors, you took a deep breath before stepping into them. Your heels clicked along the tile once you stepped foot onto the white marble floors. You admired the minimalist theme that decorated the interior of the building. You looked down at your phone, searching for the email that contained instructions to navigate your way to your first meeting with the CEO, your boss. You would be working directly with him, an assistant in a way, but almost as an advisor for him to look to for opinions on important matters. You hadn’t met him yet, only interviewed with members on the board of directors that felt you would be an excellent asset to the company.

You followed the simple instructions to get to Mr. Holland’s office: take the elevator to the 22nd floor, exit and turn left, follow the hallway all the way to the end, take a right, and the doors to his office would be right there. You were surprised there wasn’t another receptionist up there, just lots of other presumably smaller offices.

Upon reaching Mr. Holland’s office doors, you straightened out the dark red skirt that was clung to your lower half, reaching just above your knees. You stood up taller and knocked out the door firmly.

“Just a minute,” a voice called out from behind the doors. A voice that sounded almost too familiar. Only a couple moments passed before you heard the shuffling of papers and the squeak of chair wheels skidding across the floor. You took a step back, and soon enough the door was being swung open, causing your jaw to drop, a gasp falling from your mouth. 

“Ah, Y/N. I’ve been expecting you, come in,” Tom spoke, a visible look of utter disbelief on your face. A suit now adorned the body you had slept with last night and into the early hours of this morning. You stood frozen in your spot as Tom turned to walk back into the office.

“Oh my god, when you said you worked here…you meant..”

“Yeah, I meant I own the whole company. Something to that effect. Anyways, come in, darling, let’s go over your agenda,” his back was to you as he spoke. He arrived to his oversized black desk, taking a seat in the leather chair. You however, stood still planted in your original position. You shook your head, unable to form a word. As Tom noticed you hadn’t followed him, he smirked at you. “Cat got your tongue?”

“This is clearly a joke, you think I’d work here now after sleeping with you? What does that say about me?” An edge was present in your tone, taking Tom by surprise. “I’m sorry for wasting your time, I’m just going to head out.” You turned on your heel and started back down the excessively long hallway. Your action caused Tom to hurry out of his seat, rushing out of his office to bring you back in.

“Y/N! Come here, please,” he yelled out at you. You turned around to face him, shaking your head fiercely.

“Hell no, I can’t believe you’d think I’d take this job now. I had no idea who you were last night and if I did it would’ve never-” you began. However, during your little rant he sped walked over to you, grabbing your arm once he reached you. His employees in the smaller offices had now gained an interest in your conversation and Tom noticed this.

“My office, now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, releasing your arm. You rolled your eyes and stomped behind him to his office. Your heels let out a loud sound that echoed throughout the hallway. Once the two of you entered the office, he turned and locked the door.

“Seriously, Tom. You’re delusional-”

“What happened to Sir? It seemed to be a pretty common thing tumbling from those pretty lips of yours last night.” He had a habit of cutting you off today. You rolled your eyes again, irritated with his attitude. He stood in front of you, your arms crossed in front of your chest, hand still holding your purse. He reached forward and took the purse from your hand, making you protest, but he shushed you. You groaned and went and stood by his desk, further away from him. He set your purse down on a table near the door and made his way over to you, adjusting the cuffs of his button up.

“Listen, I’m serious, Tom. I quit. Why the fuck wouldn’t you have said anything as soon as I mentioned it this morning? I’m not going to start a job this way,” you huffed, arms still crossed. Without a word, Tom walked over to you, eyes never leaving yours. As he got closer, you felt your heart speed up. He was wearing the same cologne he wore the night before, a scent that drove you to intoxication. You tried to push away the thoughts of inhaling that while your head was buried in his neck while he pounded into you the night before. Once he got to you, he leaned forward and pressed his hands to either side of the desk, entrapping you beneath him.

“I should’ve said something this morning, you’re right. But that doesn’t change anything,” he argued. It was hard to focus on everything he was saying since he was still hovering above you.

“I-I don’t care, we shouldn’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“Darling, the only thing that’s wrong right now is all the thoughts running through my mind about fucking you against this desk until you decide to stay.”


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Mistakes and forgiveness - older!Damian Wayne x Reader

Remember when I said : “I won’t write about the batfam for a while” ? Yeah, I guess I totally lied. No self control really. Anyway, I adore that prompt. So I tried to write something about it…Not sure it’s what you wanted anon. Hope you’ll still like it though :

Warning : slightly NSFW and language. 

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-Hey Damian I…Oh.

As you entered in his bedroom at Wayne Manor, the one he was suppose to leave the coming week to come and live with you, one of your worst nightmare stopped you cold in your tracks.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the door and…

There was an almost naked girl in his lap. 

Her tongue was in his mouth. One of her hand tangled in his hair, just like you did, the other one splayed across his broad bare chest. His own hands were on her ass, leaving marks of his fingers for later. 

You knew she noticed you, but she kept on going, the hand that was on his chest going to the waistband of his boxer…He opened his eyes and locked them on you, while still kissing her…Hell, while still devouring her mouth ! He opened his eyes, locking his gaze on you and…in his beautiful green orbs, you could see nothing but disdain, a bit of disgust, and…cruelty ? And it was directed to you. He pulled away from her for a second, and his words stabbed you in the heart : 

-Can’t you see I’m busy ? 

The girl’s smirk drove the knife further into your bleeding heart…

You tried to hide your pained expression, out of pride, but it was impossible…You’ve seen enough.

You left, slapping the door shut behind you. 

Tears ran freely down your cheeks, and you ignored Damian’s father asking you what was wrong as you ran out of the Manor. 

You quickly got in your car, and your feet didn’t leave the accelerator pedal until you were back in front of your apartment. Without even bothering to take your clothes off, you fell heavily on your bed, empty. Your tears had ran out. 

Nothing. You felt nothing. Utterly empty. You fell asleep, the scene you witnessed in your ex-boyfriend’s room replaying over and over again in your head, and after, in your dreams. No. Not dreams. Nightmares. 

You woke up, sweating, and decided you just couldn’t stay in your apartment. You had to get out. You just had to. 

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Kang Daniel; seven minutes in heaven

Member: Daniel // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff

Request: “hi! could i request a kang daniel seven minutes in heaven scenario (don’t worry nothing smutty, just fluffy)”

A/N: so this was requested as a scenario, but I’m starting headcanons/bullet scenarios and I was supposed to write this one anyway… so why not try it? If you don’t like it, admin Leah will write an actual scenario ^.^ Enjoy!

Originally posted by dxnghyuns

  • Kang Daniel is a name you knew all too well throughout your high school years
  • you’d liked him since junior year when you caught him feeding a box of stray kittens behind the school 
  • which wasn’t allowed but it’s not like you were gonna tell on the resident senior golden boy, who also happened to be very handsome
  • it was pretty much over from there,,,
  • you spent most classes staring at him and then pretending you hadn’t been
  • but your friends caught on, of course,, they wanted to throw a ‘welcome to the Kang Daniel fan club’ party, but you adamantly refused
  • they settled for “subtly” teasing you about your crush (hint they weren’t subtle at all,, it’s a miracle he never caught on)
  • Kang Daniel, the icon of obliviousness
  • so 
  • somehow, you two ended up going to the same college
  • how convenient
  • college campuses may be small enough places to run into the perfect people in stories, but in reality not so much
  • so basically you saw him once in the cafeteria at like 1 am with a bad case of bedhead and hipster glasses
  • needless to say
  • he still looked very good
  • anyway
  • you don’t usually go to parties but your university’s soccer team won the championship, and all your friends were going, and it’s not like you had to drink
  • what could go too wrong
  • or in this case what could go right ;)))so you go
  • and a couple of your high school friends went to the same college, and of course, they’re there“Hey, y/n - Daniel’s here,” one of them nudges you, grinning
  • you scoff, trying not to blush “I don’t like him anymore,”
  • in your defense you think it’s true,, you basically haven’t even seen the guy in two years, how could you still like him?
  • spoiler alert you’re wrong
  • it’s the Daniel Effect™
  • somehow, by the work of Satan or God (it’s not quite clear which one) you end up being dragged into playing party games
  • “come on, y/n! we need one more person,, it’ll be fun!”
  • play party games they said
  • it’ll be fun they said
  • so you’re like “FINE” and you settle down in an open spot
  • and you look up
  • surprise! there’s Daniel
  • he’s grinning at someone on the other side of the circle, so he doesn’t notice you go into jpg mode when you spot him
  • “y/n, you’re staring - you look like an owl,” your guy friend laughs, and he gets a punch in the arm that quickly shuts him up
  • and then the games start
  • they start with truth or dare, and then spin the bottle, and then seven minutes in heaven
  • and everything’s going smoothly until -
  • “Y/n~!”
  • and you’re like shit shit shit
  • they spin the bottle and it lands on 
  • the one
  • the only
  • Kang Daniel 
  • inside you’re all SHIT SHIT SHIT and then you two lock eyes for the first time
  • and you’re like where are the fireworks, the only thing exploding is my ovaries I MEAN WHAT
  • even though it’s been like .003 seconds, suddenly there’s like five football-player-strength guys shoving you two into the nearest closet
  • of course they lock the door
  • there’s legitimately 30 straight seconds of the most awkward silence you’ve ever been through
  • and then “…so, um, I’m Daniel.. what’s your name?”
  • you dip your head awkwardly “Y/n,”
  • “So–” “I’M NOT HAVING SEX WITH YOU,”
  • a solid 5 seconds of silence
  • “I- I really wasn’t - I wasn’t going to ask you that! I’m sorry if I-”
  • “No no - oh God - I’m sorry, I’m just nervous! I know you wouldn’t -”
  • thank god for how dark it is, so he can’t see your fiery red blush
  • “I’m nervous too…” he whispers warmly after a moment, and you melt a little
  • You?”
  • “It doesn’t seem like it maybe, but I hate parties…”
  • “Really? In high school, you were always the #1 attendee,”
  • “Did you go to my high school?” 
  • for no reason that you can think of, your stomach does a flip 
  • “Um… yeah.”
  • “What’s your last name again?”
  • and so you tell him
  • “Wait - wait - Y/l/n Y/n? The girl that covered for me when the school found out I was taking care of those kittens?”
  • well needless to say you’re shook
  • “You know me?”
  • you think you see his face turn a bit red??? but it’s dark so it’s hard to tell, and it’s probably just wishful thinking
  • “Well, actually… I kind of - I kind of liked you,”
  • needless to say you’re even more shook™
  • “… what…?”
  • Ok now you’re sure his face is definitely red
  • “I mean - I used to! I don’t, I don’t anymore!”
  • (You don’t like being cliche, but your heart sinks a bit)
  • “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
  • “What? Nothing. How much time is left?”
  • “A couple minutes,”
  • and so you sit there in silence again, processing what you just heard
  • until “… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,”
  • how many times is it possible to melt in the space of an hour because of one person? you wonder
  • “Don’t worry about it,” you say a bit breathlessly, and you sink into silence again
  • and then, a minute or two later, you get an idea
  • you know those ideas that are like
  • no 
  • don’t
  • bad idea
  • spoiler alert: you get one of those
  • I mean you’re at a party anyway
  • you’re playing seven minutes in heaven for god’s sake
  • and so you abruptly turn and look him right in his beautiful eyes
  • you can almost see the “???” above his head
  • and you lean right in and whisper: “I liked you too, and I still do.”
  • you’re not even drunk,, you have no idea where the hell this bravery is coming from
  • and then suddenly you two are inches away
  • “I lied,” he swallows. “I still like you too,”
  • your chest is pounding so hard it’s practically making the rest of your body move
  • he inches closer, his eyes flicker down to your lips
  • and right before you can make contact–
  • the closet door slams open and you two jump apart at the speed of light
  • “Time’s up!” some asshole screams, and you sullenly stand up
  • you take several steps out of the closet, where everybody can see
  • and suddenly you feel Daniel’s hands take hold of your shoulders and spin you around
  • and then he plants his mouth on yours
  • you’re so distracted by the fact Kang Daniel is kissing you, that the catcalls and cheering of the group fade away 
  • after a moment, he pulls back
  • "I’ve been waiting a while to do that,” he says breathlessly
  • “Honestly,” you say, just as breathlessly. “So have I,”
hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?

Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders (pt. 3)
A/N: this took too long to put out, and I’m so sorry for that! I couldn’t decide exactly how I wanted this to go, but I think I finally gave myself direction, thank the lord.
Warnings: some death talk, one f-bomb, drinking mention

Pt 2

“This is ridiculous, and I hope you know that,” Thomas said as Joan set up the spirit board on the coffee table.  They looked up at him with a smirk, slapping down the planchette in the middle of the board.

“Ridiculous or terrifying?” Joan asked.

Thomas rolled his eyes and sat down across from the other, drawing his feet together under the table.  “How is this even gonna accomplish anything?  Give me another nightmare about something that doesn’t exist and didn’t happen?”

“Noooo, it’s gonna tell you what your ghosts want from you!”

Thomas knew there was no fighting it, Joan had made their mind up that this is what the two of them were going to do.  They set themselves up, either one with their hands barely on the planchette.  “Talyn, you gonna join us?” Thomas offered.

Talyn shook their head from where they sat on the sofa, kicking their feet toward the other two.  “You guys have fun talking to demons; I’ll just watch.”

“Suit yourself!”

“What do we even ask, first of all?”

Joan thought about it for a second, then had the perfect question. “How many of you are here?”  The planchette started to move in small circles, gradually getting wider and wider until –

It stopped on the number four.

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BTS Reaction: Their crush (you) getting drunk and accidently confessing your love

@purplepokemons said: 

Bts reaction to their crush getting drunk and conffesing their love the the member thinking they’re talking to someone else


*gifs aren’t mine unless I say so*

*requests are open*


Jin:

“Y/N you really shouldn’t drink that much!” Jin scolded you and tried to take the drink from you. You looked at who you thought was Jimin and started to vent to him.

“I need to drink Jimin, I want to get my mind off of Jin with that other girl he was with earlier. I really like Jin and it hurts to see him with someone else. I’ve falled for Jin, I honestly have-”

“Y/N, come on you should get some sleep.” He would giggle at your drunken confession and lead you to your room so you could rest. Then in the morning he would ask you about it, and end up confessing to you as well.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Suga:

Suga would be a little drunk aswell, but not as drunk as you. You walked up to who you thought was Tae, and just started talking.

“Oh my god, have you seen Yoongi? Oh my gosh he’s so attractive, and I love how laid back he is. It honestly kind of turns me on. I really want to get to know him. He seems really cool.”

“Well you could start by realizing I’m not Taehyung.” He laughed a little. You looked up and realized it was Yoongi.

“Ohmygod” you said fastly.

“I’d like to get to know you to.” He said.

Originally posted by kuromel


Rap Monster:

“Y/N you should really go to bed, it’s really late. And you are extremely wasted.” Namjoon said.

“I don’t want to Yoongi, Namjoon is still here, I want to see him.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows as you said “yoongi” but he decided to play around with the situation.

“Why do you want to see him?”

“Because I really like him, he’s so nice to me and makes me feel happy when  I’m around him. I just wish he felt the same though.”

“Don’t worry, I think he like you too. Come on let’s sleep.” Namjoon said with a smile across his face.

Originally posted by bangthebae


J-Hope:

You were home alone, and completly drunk. Without thinking, you called you best friend-or who you thought was your best friend- and started talking about Hoseok.

“Y/F/N, you have no idea how crazy he makes me, he’s honestly the greatest person in the world. Wow, I really love him-”

“Y/N.”

“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low?” You asked.

“Look at your contact name.” He laughed. You looked and it said Hoseok’s contact name. You froze as you heard him laugh.

“Ah you’re so cute Y/N!”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


Jimin:

“Jin! Hi!” You said as you facetimes “Jin”. Jimin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you ok Y/N? You looked a little, you know, drunk.” Jimin said.

“Yeah Jin, I’m fine. Is Jimin around?” You asked. Jimin finally realized you thought he was Jin, but he was curious about what you had to say about him. So Jimin continued to be “Jin”.

“No, he’s not here right now.” He smirked.

“Good, do you know how Jimin feels about me? I really like him, but I want to know he feels the same before I tell him.

“He really likes you Y/N, he never shuts up about you.” Jimin laughed. “You’re talking to Jimin by the way.”

Originally posted by yoonmin


V:

It was your 20th birthday, so you could now legally drink in Korea. Taehyung took you to a bar along with some of yours and his friends.  You might have went a little overboard with the drinking and got completly wasted. You were sitting alone, and someone sat next to you.

“You look like someone I know.” You said while looking at him. He look at you with a puzzled expression.

“He’s someone I really love, he knows how to make me happy, and he’s just so perfect. I wish he felt the same.” You started to talk about him. 

“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked, with a bit of jealousy.

“Kim Taehyung.”  You smiled and sipped on your drink. He smiled and laughed a little.

“You really are drunk, Y/N I am Taehyung.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook:

Jungkook told you he was going to be home late from practice today, so you invited your best friend over. Little did you know, she brought achohol and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. 

A few hours later you both were wasted, and Y/F/N was in the bathroom probably throwing up. You heard footsteps, and you automatically assumed it was Y/F/N.

“I should have never drank that! If Jungkook finds out I drank underage, he’ll never love me back!” You cried.

“You love me?” You heard Jungkook’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, Kookie forgive me!” You ran to him and hugged. He hugged you back and patted the back you your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. But I do love you back.” He smiled.

Originally posted by donewithjeon


I hope you liked it! I tried my best :) Requests are open!

Today, I fucked up... by thinking my friend was Satan for several years

Ok, so this fuck up actually occurred between 5th and 6th grade. I’m 25 now and this is still easily the biggest fuck up of my life…so far.

When I was in elementary, I made friends with a boy on the playground named Stan. Stan was a good kid. He was smart, loved to play, listened to his parents; you know, all the good stuff. Well right around that time, the Catholic church my family had been going to for several years brought in a new priest. This guy was one of those fire and brimstone type guys. You know, the kind of guy that would stand in the quad of his local state college screaming at the harlots and Jezebels walking by. This priest pretty much rewrote the Sunday School curriculum to put the fear of God into his children. Needless to say, my education in faith changed from learning about the Golden Rule and being kind to others to learning what Satan would do to me if I touched my ‘Holy Place’. That is the first time I had heard of this guy, Satan. I had learned about the Devil, lucifer, Adam, and Eve, but not this mean guy Satan. Now, you’re probably thinking to yourself “The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub - they’re all the same being!” Yes, you are right. But to a very young child who’s only interaction with any of these names is in the antagonist of stories, I didn’t make the connection they were the same. Keep in mind, my previous priest was amazing. He understood that you can’t put fear into children and worked diligently to help us find the beauty within our own faith. This new guy was different. He wanted you to know early and often who and what Satan was. Unfortunately for me, I apparently had some sort of ADD/ADHD/Dyslexia (I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention) and confused the word Satan with Stan.

As you can imagine, I was very confused. How could Stan, such a good guy and friend, hurt people? The thought terrified me. From that moment forward I feared any wrongdoing in front of Stan as I thought he would punish me. I actively avoided him at school, to the point in which we stopped being friends. I kept my eye on him from a distance…just waiting to see what horrible things he would do to people. I never told my parents about why Stan and I stopped being friends and I assume they didn’t notice. This continued for a few years, until the summer between 5th and 6th grade. Stan and I ran into each other at our local pool. As I walked through the front gate our eyes met and I went white. My parents recognized Stan and his family and immediately went over there to socialize, forcing me to actually talk with him. That’s when it happened: Stan asked me why I don’t play with him anymore. So many emotions exploded at that moment and I shouted, in front of his family, “Because you hurt people who do bad things!” My parents, his parents, hell half of the pool just stared at us. All was quiet until my mother cleared her throat and asked me where I had heard that. “Mom, Reverend Endofdays said Stan punishes people who do bad things!” Everyone just stared at me, blankly. “Honey…[Long Pause]…I think you mean Satan.” It took several minutes, but I realized the extent of my fuck up. For several years I had been operating under the assumption that my friend was the King of Hell.

Fast forward a few years, Stan and I are still pretty close friends. Though he moved away after highschool, we still joke about this incident.

TL;DR: I thought my friend Stan was Satan for several years. I was wrong.

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My (last) two cents.

I must say I’m not usally prone to let my opinion be known, or less writting long ass post because of my poor english grammar (since it’s not my main language) so I apologize in advance. And because I want to keep this blog out of opinions/theorizing But I just needed to let this out of my system since it has become an issue that is a affecting people who are really important in my life.

I’ve decided that ignoring the things that happen in the western fandom and pretend that these people don’t exist doesn’t work anymore from me, and doesn’t improve my fandom experience, but just contribute to bottling up my emotions to the point of being unable to scroll tumblr anymore.
So i’m just going to leave this here, you may agree or disagree, is up to you, I have made up my mind and I won’t answer to any hate this may originate. In case the hate is too much I’ll just move to another Tumblr.

This is about black butler, story and spoilers, so if you don’t want to spoil yourself please don’t keep reading past this.

And if you may think it’s just a manga and really is not that important, well then, same as above.

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I may or may not have fallen in love with characters that we never see

GUYS GUYS OK

Petition time


So you know that Pewdiepie regards to his fans as his Bros

Dan and Phil consider themselves the Phans

But Markiplier has yet to have a solid fanbase name, right??

UNTIL NOW


What if we call ourselves his “Buddies”?

Now here me out before you’re like ‘that’s the dumbest shit’

Mark has always considered us to be his friends, and literally I feel like I’m sitting having a chat with him when he’s doing his vlogs and videos. He’s open and honest and sincere with us, as any good buddy would be. Not to mention, think how he starts ALL of his videos.

“Hello everybody my name is Maaaarkiplier”

Ok well what if it’s really

“Hello every Buddy my name is Maaarkiplier”


Brooooo my mind is so totally blown right now

Boom pow kabam explosions kachow


“Riley are you high”-

NO I’M NOT HIGH, but I have seen the REVELATION of what we can become. I have been AWAKENED to the possibilities as one of Mark’s BUDDIES. JOIN ME BROTHERS. SISTERS. NON-BINARY PALS.


LET US BE BUDDIES TOGETHER


AWAAAAYYYYY

Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account. 
Obi-Wan: I see. So I would get a cut of this money, then, for helping you? Is that right?
Unknown: Yes of course! I am a trustworthy person and you can put your faith in me, my friend. 
Obi-Wan: Let me guess: I need to wire you credits first, right? In order for me to collect on this vast fortune you are offering?
Unknown: We must truly be meant to work together on this venture, for that is precisely what I was just about to inform you of! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste!
Obi-Wan: Oh my God. Hondo, is that you? 
Unknown: You are familiar with this associate of mine? How is that?
Obi-Wan: Hondo, it’s me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. 
[pause] 
Hondo: General KENOBI!!!! !!!!!! How about that! How are you, my good friend? It has been so long! I presumed you were dead what with the Empire and the killing and all. 
Obi-Wan: Yes, well, I am alive. And I’m not about to wire you money for whatever scheme this is. 
Hondo: I’m wounded that you think I was attempting to run some sort of scam on my old friend General Kenobi! 
Obi-Wan: Well the fact that you identified yourself as some sort of crown prince at the beginning sort of gave it away. 
Obi-Wan: Someone would have to be spectacularly gullible to fall for something like this, Hondo. 
Hondo: All right, all right! Perhaps you have a point. 
Obi-Wan: Actually come to think of it, why don’t you try this number instead? You might have more luck. [sends him Vader’s cell number] 

[later]

Unknown Number: [text] Greetings, my friend! Allow me to express my sincere interest in developing a business relationship with you. My name is CROWN PRINCE WUMI and I am from an Outer Rim system very far away. After my father the King’s untimely death, I inherited Fifteen million five hundred thousand Galactic credits (15.5m GC). Shortly thereafter our government was overthrown. I am in desperate need of your assistance in helping me transfer this sum of Fifteen million five hundred thousand credits (15.5m) offworld. I am willing to offer you 15% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designated account.
Vader: whoa sure im totally in !!!! 
Unknown: Wonderful! It will require a small Galactic Western Union payment of ten thousand credits to be made to a business associate of mine, one H. OHNAKA, before we can proceed. He is a very trustworthy businessman and he will ensure that the rest of these proceedings go forward smoothly. I will send you his bank account details posthaste!
Vader: ok cool 
Vader: lol its weird i actually used to know a guy named h. ohnaka but he was a pirate so obvs not ur friend 
Unknown: Ah, yes, a coincidence indeed! 
Vader: im on my way to the bank right now 

@lurkingcrow

WHAT IF no one mentions Lydia getting shot to Stiles?? Like he knows shit is going down in Beacon Hills but he was never told that his girlfriend got shot?? And he only finds out after, when he sees the scar from the bullet wound on her body. His face would immediately go dark, he would get angry, a quiet quiet anger where he becomes uncharacteristically still and you can see his jaw clenching and just know that he is already running through the list of everyone who was against the supernatural and maiming every single one of them in his head, while at the same time crafting the speech he is gonna yell at the pack for not telling him about Lydia getting shot. But then he hears Lydia saying his name softly, trying to assure him that she is ok but it could have been totally not okay but it’s alright Stiles I’m fine now Lydia something bad happened to you and I wasn’t around to do anything about it shhh shh Stiles I’m here now and for a while the anger slips away and he goes soft and just hugs her, burying his face in the corner of her neck and shoulders. Later he will kiss the bullet hole and all the other scars littering her body but now he’s just going to appreciate the fact that she’s alive.

BTS x Modern Magic!AU

i haven’t written something for all the boys in a while, so i decided to get back in the groove with this cute lil bangtan au ive been thinking about,,,,,,enjoy~

Namjoon

  • vampire 
  • he’s never actually bitten a person before because he grew up in a family of, to put it politely, “vegetarian” vampires. but even when it comes to drinking animals blood,,,,he feels horrible about it
  • like he’s always on the brink of starving because when he has to go out and hunt for food he like,,,like he catches a rabbit but he lets it go two minutes later because he’s like “i can’t,,,,it’s too cute,,,,,,,”
  • ever heard of a vampire having an ethical dilemma when it comes to feeding on an animal’s blood? no? well meet namjoon,,,,,,,,who all the other vampires said read too much ‘human’ philosophy and got tricked into being so damn humble
  • but you, who once took a philosophy course with namjoon in your class, figure out pretty early on that he’s a vampire
  • mostly due to his clumsiness as in ,,,, he was drinking red stuff out of a bottle that said ‘tomato juice’ but he had been picking at the label and it came off just in time for you to see under it the words ‘pigs blood’ and you were like what now
  • and namjoon begs you to not tell anyone he damn near cries and you’re like i wont ????? obviously you’re not dangerous if you’re here around people and haven’t attacked anyone by the way how long does that bottle of blood last you
  • and he’s like ,,,,,,usually others drink two of these a day but i make one last a week and you’re like what?? why ??
  • and he’s like “i ,,,, feel bad drinking blood,,,,,,,even an animals,,,,,like it died for me. it died for my sins,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like bro that’s deep but you do know that’s how the food chain works,,,,,and he sighs like yEAH ,,,,,,but i feel so bad,,,,,i need to go mourn the pig that died for this,,,,,
  • and you’re like in shock because what now is he seriously a vampire but also,,,,,,,you’re very intrigued and you’re like it’s kinda endearing how sulky and pouty he gets over literally????? eating his lunch 

Yoongi

  • potion brewer 
  • kind of runs out of a black market for other wizards and witches, but some humans find out about it through like back doors and things like that
  • he specializes in two things: truth potions and love potions. those are the most popular 
  • and other brewers say that it’s immoral to brew potions that tamper with peoples emotions like love potions or potions that force someone into only telling the truth but does yoongi really care? no. you know why? mmmmmmmmmoooonnnneeeyyyyy
  • what does he use in his potions? oh you know the usual rose thorns, goblin fingernails, unicorn horn, some interesting parts of fish, the fangs of a fallen vampire,,,,,,, the usual magical hocus-pocus ingredients that anyone who isn’t acquainted with magic would probably be horrified to touch 
  • yoongi’s brewing pot is passed down from generation to generation, just like how the families familiar is a crow,,,,things like this are just signature to the min wizards
  • and so you know,,,,you have no clue these people even exist until a friend of yours gets mixed up with it and comes running to you for help and you’re like ???? what you bought a love potion from some good looking guy in an alley and now he wants you to pay him an obscene amount of money??
  • and you go with her to meet ‘yoongi’ who explains that if your friend doesn’t pay up he’s got means of blackmail that could ruin her forever and you’re like “ok how much is the debt?” and when he says the number you damn near die,,,,,,,and you’re like “can i exchange anything else???” and yoongi thinks for a moment and he’s like “you can pay off her debt for her.” and you’re like how boy i am B roke and he’s like “easy. you work for me now.”
  • and with that he pulls you over and erases this whole thing from your friends mind in a matter of seconds and you’re like wwwwwhat,,,,,,is,,,,,happening and he’s like 
  • “first order of business, you need to drink this.” and he passes you this like black, bubbling drink and you’re like what ew no and he’s like hey. you belong to me until the debt is paid off
  • and so you drink it, and it surprisingly tastes like licorice and suddenly you notice an inking become visible on your skin and it’s a tattoo of a black crow that goes up you forearm and you’re like ????? rubbing at it with your finger and yoongi just laughs and is like
  • “it’ll stay on till we’re done here, let’s go human” and you’re like holy god what have i gotten myself into  
  • meanwhile yoongi is just like,,,,about you,,, like they’re cute,,, humans are usually not my style but ,,,,,hmm,,,,,,,he’s definitely interested in seeing how you two will get along ^^

Jin

  • clairvoyant 
  • really tired and bored of always being able to see the future and the outcomes of just about anything
  • will occasionally see the lottery numbers for the next day and ‘casually’ buy that card and ‘casually’ drop it beside someone who might look desperate for cash 
  • people have tried to become his friend simply to backstab him and take away his power, but thanks to his power he can see their plan and he’s like lmao yeah no get away from me or ill knock you out with my frying pan
  • “jungkook don’t run that way you’re bump right into namjoon and- oh there they go, namjoon make sure you don’t fall on your side it’s gonna hu- oh he already fell. whoops.”
  • you know jin because you work at a coffee shop he frequents and it’s really interesting because,,,,,,,if he focuses on you he can see that you’ll be quitting this job in the next 4 months to do something else and whenever you’re like “it’s really busy” he’s like “don’t worry, you won’t be here forever”
  • and you think he’s just being a kind, empathetic soul but lmao no he actually knows you won’t be there forever
  • but one day something happens that really startles him you guys are talking while you’re getting his change and you go “i wonder when ill meet the love of my life, valentines day is around the corner and it makes me so sad.”
  • and jin ,,,,, out of curiousity tries to focus on you and see how your love life will play out,,,,,,but he can’t. like at all
  • and he panics because is he losing his power???? but no if he focuses on your co-worker he can see that she’ll meet her husband in about 2 years on a trip abroad but you???? nothing
  • and when he gets home he calls up his mother, who has the same power and he’s like what does this mean??
  • and his mom is just like jin (: you know how clairvoyants can’t see their own futures? and he’s like yes,,,,,,
  • and his mom is like (: that (: means (: that (: person (: is (: part of your future honey~~~~~~!!!!!
  • and jin is like ,,,,, oh my god ,,,,,,,, 
  • and the next morning when he comes in he looks up at you while ordering and wow holy moley where you always this attractive,,,,,,

Hoseok

  • necromancer 
  • “guys i know you’re all dead, but you’re all my friends anyway. and no none of you can possess my body, you guys know that’s against the rules.”
  • started ‘accidentally’ summoning the spirits of the dead at a young age because apparently drawing a circle on the floor in chalk and then just sitting in it ,,,,added in ofc with hoseok’s magical aura was enough to pull all the ghosts that haunted the entire block into his room
  • and hoseok can conjure up the dead just about anywhere he goes and most of the time he doesn’t speak with their physical forms, but their energies still stuck on earth
  • and it’s a really cool ritual to get an actual physical body to come back to “life” but it involves too much blood and too much chanting for hoseok to ever try
  • and you are a strong believer in how ghosts are made up and fake and hoseok always chuckles under his breath when you’re like “the dead stay dead” and you wanna know why
  • so you keep pestering him and hoseok is like even if i told you you wouldn’t believe me
  • and you’re like try me !!! and he’s like “ok. i can call out dead people’s spirits and talk with them” and you’re like
  • well you’re like LOL you’re write i don’t believe you and hoseok huffs because fine let him prove it
  • and he’s like “you know how your family cat died when you were younger?? his name was mr. oreo right?” and you stop laughing because,,,,,how does he know that
  • and hoseok is like “when i call out a spirit i can do it by trying to call out spirits that follow alive humans. mr. oreo is following you right now. he keeps thinking you’ll get home and give him belly rubs.”
  • and you’re frozen because,,,,,holy hell how does he know that,,,,,,,
  • and hoseok is like “believe me now?”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,THATS SO COOL HOSEOK YOU’RE MAGICAL
  • and he’s like,,,,w,,,what??? because he DID NOT expect this reaction but at the same time he starts grinning and jumping up and down like “yeah!!!!! im magical!!!!!!” and you’re like omg grabbing his hand and you’re like we need to go to a cemetery or something we have to go talk to spirits!!!!!
  • and hoseok is like yeah we do- wAIT what cemetery heck no they’re creepy
  • and you’re like ?????? how can you find them creepy you literally bring back the dead
  • and he’s like nope. no. let’s just go over to my place and watch a ghost flick instead,,,,,,,,,,,and maybe ill try to summon the spirit of this old lady who lived above me before and you’re like cool sounds like a date
  • hoseok internally: screaming because you called this a date dghkbljfs

Jimin

  • healer 
  • every part of him feels like it could heal any wound, from his smile to his soft hands to his sweet voice. but in reality it has to do mostly with his breathing and with concentration of his energy into the wound it’s actually a super tiring process and jimin usually passes out after healing just one person
  • but you know,,,,,,he’s still a glowing angel literally
  • it actually all matters on what type of illness the person has. for instance he can cure rashes with the touch of his finger, things like colds he has to focus only a bit of energy, but big bleeding wounds he has to hold his hands over the gashes or scratches and focus his energy into reviving the skin and tissue
  • and it’s really cool to watch because he emits this ring of golden when he’s completely focused and it looks really pretty,,,,,,,,aside from the fact that it’s literally like physically draining jimin of his own energy
  • you’re his assistant,,,,,since he faints after healing and needs his sweat dabbed from his forehead and things like that
  • you guess you’re a nurse,,,,,but jimin is much more magical than any doctor and he usually only heals other magical beings because if modern scientists found out about his abilities he’d probably just be taken in for experiments
  • and some of those beings are far from human looking, like jimin can also heal dragons and mermaids and even rejuvenate certain magical plants. 
  • you yourself don’t have the ability to heal like jimin, but jimin trusts you since you’ve been childhood friends and sometimes after a hard days work
  • he’ll go “you know,,,,,,out of everything my power can do it can’t work on me,,,,,,” and you’re like what do you mean you can heal your scratches just like everyone else’s
  • and jimin embarrassing smiles to himself and he’s like “yes,,,,but i can’t heal my own heart from my feelings,,,,,” and he like looks over at you from behind his eyelashes and you’re tilting your head a bit in confusion and he just chuckles
  • and you’re like ???? and he’s like “it’s ok though,,,,,,i have you to heal those feelings,,,,,,,,” he whispers this part so you don’t really make it out but,,,,,,,,lmao even in a magical!au,,,,jimin is quite the romantic 

Taehyung

  • animal whisperer
  • from horses to dogs to ants to snakes to birds to fish
  • he can understand and talk to them all,,,,,,and you’d be surprised how gossipy animals really are 
  • most other magical powers are inherited through family genetics and/or constant study of witchcraft but taehyung’s talent is singular to him because most people can only speak to one kind of animal,,,,,taehyung obviously can talk to them all
  • and people rumor that it’s because he was raised by wolves or something dumb like that. but it has more to do with the fact that taehyung just loves spending time with animals and so,,,,,,,he just picked up on as much as he could
  • and his favorite thing to do is to talk with domesticated pets. a lot of the times the stories are sad and dark, but sometimes the pets just spill embarrassing secrets and stories about their owners that make taehyung roll over in laughter
  • and that’s exactly what happens with you. as you’re walking your dog taehyung comes strolling by and asks if he can pet it and ofc you’re like sure!!!! and when he leans down
  • the dog is like “did you know every morning my owner turns on the same song,,,,,,,fire? i think is the name and they just dance around to it singing into a bursh like it’s a mic. isn’t that hilarious”
  • and taehyung can’t hold back his laughter and you’re like ???? and looking up at you taehyung gives you a once over and he’s like “i didn’t expect you to be the silly type.”
  • and you’re like ?????
  • and taehyung is like “i like that in someone, business on the outside but actually kind of goofy. im taehyung by the way, i also sing into a brush like a mic.”
  • and he sticks out his hand and you’re like wait what how does he KNOW,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,,,,,goofy??
  • and taehyung is like “your dog here told me kindly about your dorky side, it’s cute though.”
  • and ofc you think he’s joking but tbh he’s handsome and sweet so you’re like “do you have a pet? i want it to tell me something funny about you too so we’re even hehe”
  • and taehyung grins and looks down at your pup and while you’re distracted taehyung is like “hey , do you think i have a chance?”
  • and the dog is like “with my owner? no way. they’re too cute for.” and taehyung is like hEY did i just get insulted by a dog
  • (but dw taehyung,,,,,,obviously you wouldn’t say no to a cute date with him????? right~~)

Jungkook

  • werewolf 
  • incredibly playful in and out of wolf form, loves pulling pranks and challenging older wolfs in the pack to play fights
  • which is not surprising because when he shifts back into human form, his arms and legs are all bruised up from those play fights but jungkook thinks they make him look really cool and strong
  • everyone swoons over his athletic body and they’re like WOW he must swim or play volleyball to have such strong upper arms and legs
  • lmao no it’s that when he’s in wolf form he spends like 85% of the time running around like crazy,,,,,,,like a literal puppy
  • his wolf form is really pretty,,,,his coat is a light brown but the fur around his ears and paws gets snowy white
  • and his eyes get sparks of blue between the browns of his pupils
  • the only problem is he’s reckless and so sometimes he’ll get too excited and parts of him will shift without him knowing
  • which is how you find out he’s a werewolf because you’re over at his place beating him at video games and jungkook gets way to riled up and stands up and you look over and you’re like wait
  • why does he have a tail????? and ,,,,,,, are those,,,,,,,,,,ears on the top of his head?????
  • and once you’re like uh jungkook i think you’re mutating,,,,,,jungkook is like oH DAmmit the pack is gonna kill me
  • and you’re like the pack,,,,,,,???? and jungkook is like “well im halfway there might as well show you the whole thing” and before you know it he’s shaking his upper body and suddenly,,,,,,,,in the living room of your friend jungkook’s house is a big,,,,,,,,,,wolf
  • and you’re like WHAT IN GODS NAME but then the wolf like nudges the controller with his nose and points to the screen of the paused game with it’s paw and you look at it the character on the screen is named jungkook
  • and you look back at the wolf and you’re like,,,,,,,y,,,,,,,you’re,,,,,,,jungkook?!??!??!
  • and in a moment the wolf begins to shake it’s head and jungkook comes back to his human form and you’re like WOAH and he’s like “it’s cool isn’t it????”
  • and you’re like “y-yeah but also,,,,,,,,,” and your eyes are closed now and you’re like “you’re naked. please put on some clothes dog boy”
  • and jungkook is like DOG BOY
  • but also he runs out of there because right shifting,,,,,leaves one exposed
  • but when he comes back you’re like,,,,,,much more comfortable with the fact that your friends a werewolf and you’re like 
  • “hey,,,,,,,can people hypothetically ride,,,,,,wolves like on their backs??”
  • and jungkook snorts like iM never letting you on my back
  • (but he actually ends up letting you get on his back in his wolf form because jungkook likes you and will never admit it but he wants to show off by running through the woods with you on his back and the face you make when you end up seeing how fast he is makes jungkook’s ego like x100000 times bigger and it’s cute ,,,,,,,,,,,, werewolf boy in love) (get the pun?)

anonymous asked:

Can you do an analysis on Yuzuru's autograph/signature and how it evolved throughout the years?

Oh well, this is actually quite interesting, cause I realized how extra Yuzuru is even with his signature (why did I even expect otherwise XP)

So far, we only know of two Yuzuru’s signatures, the mushroom one when he was younger, and the one he uses until now. I don’t really know the specific time that he changed his signature, but he used the mushroom one as far as 2009-2010 season, so I suppose he changed it when he went senior.

On the signatures themselves, let’s take a look at the mushroom signature:

He put lots of stuffs in there. We can all see the his Yuzu-shenko self here with the bowl cut. I think as people called him Mushroom-kun when he was small so it gradually became a thing for him (though he hated it lol). The body of Mushroom-kun is the Japanese flag and he smartly drew it so that we can see JPN, which stands for the country he represents, Japan. And at the end of his name, he put the drawing of a skate boot there, and I’m like “Dude, that’s so extra for just a signature!!! XD”

[edit: one more version of this signature in 2012 founded by @aitenshi080880 (thanks! :D) you can see how “neat” Yuzuru’s handwriting has become over the years XD]

Onto the second and his present signature, this is how it started out, quite neat and readable.

The idea is quite simple. It’s just “Yuzuru”, and he adds some strokes at the end to make it become HN, which stands for Hanyu, at the end of the signature. [edit: according to @kichessarjilian (thanks dear :D), it looks like JPN rather than HN, especially in those he did earlier in 2012, which makes a lot of sense given the JPN in the mushroom signature and after I have found more photos of it]. And of course he had to make the ‘Y’ letter into a wing symbol *extra*. In earlier versions, you can see a mushroom at the end of his signature. Some may say that the curve and the 2 dots at the bottom of both of his signatures is the drawing of a skating boot, but I’m not sure about this, cause it’s quite common where I live to add those strokes to end your signature (I have no idea why lol). [edit: now that I closely look at the signature above, it seems like those last strokes are a part of the wing symbol? That might be it!]

But as he uses it more and get comfortable with it, he kinda cut short his signature after letter z (also cut the mushroom or make it totally unrecognizable =.=) and his ‘Y’ stroke is also larger now, but the wing symbol looks so bad now also for that reason :)))

Yuzuru’s signature varies, cause sometimes he has to do lots of them. Here’s one example when I feel like he just got lazy after the letter ‘z’, and like “whatever!!” XD

Bonus: Ok his signatures are packed with stuffs, but did you know he got his own cute stamp??? With a wing and a mushroom beside his name!!! LOL this is beyond me, I bow to you Mr. Yuzuru Extra Hanyu XD

(As a CCS fan, I would like to spend a moment to appreciate how he draws the wings the exact way that I love <3)

Source: Google, @yuzusorbet​ 

w-aeby  asked:

Hi! X3 just wanna ask, do you have any reference or official design of Fluffytale Sans..? Well, i wanna draw him and sorry i don't know his name cause i am new here ≧﹏≦

thats ok im pretty sure that most of people dont know that(^-^)/

he’s name is ccino

and heres a sketch i am drawing now it might help you:D