puzzle time!

One of my favorite game series has came back after four years with an app game and they’re not confirmed for releasing it for handhelds again, meanwhile MM is updating soon and I still want to see my boys, but I don’t have the phone space

Originally posted by psstzine

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Happy 34th Birthday, Ninomiya Kazunari! ♥

instead of getting nicky to text neil incessantly, andrew figures the best way to get neil accustomed to his phone is to sext him. 

He’s – not wrong.

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(the mini-comic format for the puzzles was an experiment, the people I tested it on previously said it didn’t confuse them, and I’m hoping that holds true for you guys.)

Undertale created by Toby Fox
Artwork and adaptation created by George
I CREDIT YOU TOBY

When Yugi put the last pieces into the Millennium Puzzle, I thought he was going to shout at Kaiba. Yelling that the pharaoh was gone, with tears in his eyes.

But this is just as painful. Yugi is just so calm and quiet. He has completely accepted that he’ll never see Atem again. It probably wasn’t easy to put those pieces in, knowing that he won’t see his closest friend this time the Puzzle is put together.

The Train - Part Three

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4500

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says.

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

“Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.

Part one Part Two


Y/N was fifteen when she first realized that what she felt wasn’t normal.

Y/N grew up in a big family, and she was the middle child, so no one really focused in on her. Her parents focused on getting her older siblings into college and the youngest what they needed, forgetting about Y/N. It seemed like she was invisible in her house hold, and she knew it. It had taken her parents a little over two weeks to realize Y/N ran away one summer. Y/N got away with a lot, since no one bothered to ask how she was feeling.

When Y/N turned seventeen she got her first job, and with her money she bought everything in the color yellow. Y/N hated the color yellow, but yellow meant happiness and she had convinced herself that if she wore it enough, looked at it enough, she would be as happy as the sun.

Y/N hated the way she felt, and she wanted no one to ever feel the way she felt. So she tried helping others, baking for them, laughing with them, taking them out, spending time with them, anything she could to make them feel happy. She believed if they were happy, if she could make others happy, she would eventually become happy herself, but it didn’t work that way.

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chapter three of the lost princess of merope >> princess zoila of taygete

see chapter one, meet the princesses // 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

When people think of Princess Zoila of Taygete, they think of her father first. Her father was a fair king for most of his rule- until Zoila’s mother the queen died in childbirth with Zoila’s younger sister. Then the king went mad with grief. He began slaughtering innocent countrymen, women, and children. Zoila was only sixteen at the time. She recruited some of her father’s more rational advisors and trained, secretly, for two years with daggers and her animal companions. 

On Zoila’s 18th birthday, she eschewed the gala in favor of overthrowing her vicious father. She, with the help of her chosen cabinet and her animals, forcibly took the throne from her father. Snakes, inspired by Zoila and the only thing her father truly feared, helped to imprison her father in the dungeon. He remains there to this day, where snakes line the floors and keep him at bay. 

In the four years since, Zoila has rarely had visitors. She asks her valet to repeat it twice when she is told that not one, but two princesses from the neighboring southern kingdoms had arrived to see her. Zoila knows her reputation- hard and power-hungry- and hasn’t had many companions besides her animals. Her days are spent helping rebuild her kingdom and, recently, attempting to take down the dragon at the edge of the wood.

“What brings you to Taygete?” Zoila asks the other princesses after formalities have been exchanged. 

Princess Calla, ever the talker, explains. Zoila is moderately surprised- she had no idea that her fellow princesses considered the Lost Princess of Merope a serious option. She’d always assumed it was a fairy tale. The enchantress had surely simply killed everyone in Merope. There was no one left to create a lost heir. Zoila expresses this and Helene, the sad one, looks momentarily devastated. 

“I don’t believe that,” Calla says. “You don’t either.” Zoila is affronted, but Calla continues. “Not really. If you truly believed we were all destined to die this year, you wouldn’t have taken the throne from your father.” Zoila suddenly found it difficult to swallow. “You’re a fighter, Zoila. You didn’t let your kingdom burn then, and you won’t now.”

Zoila looked at one of the animals loitering in the salon, the redbird perched on her knee. It looked up at her pointedly. “I cannot communicate with the dragon. It is a creature made of mostly teeth and jaw. It has not hurt any of my people yet. Instead it…” The redbird bobbed its head at her, encouraging. “It eats the animals of the wood.”

“Oh Zoila!” Helene cries. They have forgotten all formality. It seems all are family in the face of dragons. Zoila finds she doesn’t mind. 

It takes another hour for them to convince her. She does not want to leave her kingdom- not while they are rebuilding, not while there is a new threat. But they remind her- the only way to break the curse is for all seven to be together. When Zoila leaves, the redbird whispers in her ear, “8-5 9-19 14-15-20 20-8-5 6-9-18-5 25-15-21 1-18-5.” 

Your turn: Crack the redbird’s code. The last two words of the redbird’s code can be placed after my URL to find a page, like this: wormwoodandhoney.tumblr.com/wordshere. No spaces between the words necessary. Go to the page and follow the instructions there.