she brought her grandmother

Saturday, 12:08AM

Author’s Note: this was requested way the hell back in july by @from-dae-do-dae when she was soul anon (she is not anon anymore, do you know how excited that makes me?). ive kept this secret from a lot of people but her request and the sheer amount of love i receive for Did You See? has made that universe into a full series. so - with that said, this story takes place in the DYS universe and is the first of his story (if you read DYS youll likely recognize the party scene) <3
Pairing: Jongdae x Reader (oc; female)
Summary: When you first met Jongdae, you hated him. Now, he is your best friend. Now, you think you might love him. Now, you have to wonder if he could love you, too.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some swearing
Word Count: 4,622

Originally posted by ackerbaes

Daddae[7:08 PM]: im coming over in a bit
YN[7:13 PM]: i thought you were hanging out with jongin tonight
Daddae[7:15 PM]: i was going to but hes with The Duchess instead
YN[7:17 PM]: dumped again by your Man?
Daddae[7:18 PM]: yes T_T
YN[7:19 PM]: so what am i? the leftovers?
Daddae[7:20 PM]: waeee you were the first one i asked after he ditched me!
YN[7:22 PM]: *clutches heart* im so honored!
Daddae[7:23 PM]: ha ha
Dadade[7:23 PM]: you think youre so cute
Daddae [7:24 PM]: what do you have for snacks

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Today my grandmother will be buried in her favorite pajamas.

Inktober, Day 8.

A Favor Returned

Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?

summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

rating: k for kissing ;)

also on: ff.net and ao3


Like every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Like every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before midnight!”

Like every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese, shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”

Emma Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend – or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it so eloquently.

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Keeping Promises

Request: “Can you do one about Dizzy coming to Auradon. Ever since the movie I have been searching for a fanfic about it and there are only a couple. I’m absolutely obsessed with Dizzy Tremaine” — by Mailani4ewa from Fanfiction.net

I did not do Dizzy justice in this. I don’t know why I had such a hard time with her. Sorry if this didn’t turn out well.


Dizzy gazed out of the car window, a small bag with all of her personal possessions held loosely on her lap. She had never seen so much green before. Trees and grass and flowers. All alive compared to the wilting flowers and weeds back home. She had never seen such a blue sky or even clouds so perfectly fluffy. Dizzy inwardly cursed the dense fog that stretched over the Isle. If she had known this was the view it kept away from her, Dizzy would have tried harder to get off the Island.

She smiled and reached to trace the path of the road with her finger. They were moving so fast and watching everything rush past her made her… well, dizzy! The girl shook her head, a smile seemingly etched on her face permanently as she looked expectantly at the courier who was sent to retrieve her.

“What’s it like?” she asked for the dozenth time. The man sighed and shook his head before sending her a fond look.

“Like I told you, Miss Dizzy,” He said as he leaned towards her with an excited glint in his eyes. “Auradon is like magic.”

“The good kind, right?”

“The best kind.” Dizzy giggled and nodded. She was obviously appeased. She thought back to her grandmother’s shop with Evie and couldn’t help but think the other girl hugely underplayed how beautiful Auradon really was. Even her television couldn’t detail how magnificent this all was.

“And the food?” she asked after a moment. The man thought for a moment, bringing a hand to his chin with a soft hum.

“It taste like happiness,” Gerard finally said. Dizzy’s eyes shined with unshed tears. She didn’t get to be happy on the Isle. Of course she had experienced happiness before; creating beautiful styles with Evie and being invited to Auradon to name a few. However, as she got older, Dizzy found herself losing those precious moments. Ever since she turned ten earlier that year, her grandmother brought it upon herself to assign Dizzy difficult chores that took her nearly all day to finish.

She didn’t complain, though. She couldn’t complain, more like. Her grandmother’s word was law and not even Dizzy’s mother could deter her. Not like Drizella would, anyways.

Dizzy’s stomach gurgled at the mere thought of food. She was always hungry but there was never enough food for everyone back home to eat their fill. She was always last to get rations. Being the youngest family member did that to a person. Gerard shot Dizzy, then her aching tummy a look, before reaching into one of the bins inside the limo.

“I’m sure having one sweet before dinner wouldn’t hurt,” he said with a wink. The man then handed the girl an oddly shaped circle covered with a plastic film. Dizzy looked at it curiously for a moment before sending Gerard a confused look.

“What is it?” she asked after sniffing the plastic.

“Oh, honey,” Gerard murmured sadly. Dizzy didn’t take notice of the sympathetic words as she grabbed the twisted ends of the ‘sweet’ and pulled. She yelped when a small red bit fell out of the film and landed on her lap.

“I broke it,” she whispered frighteningly at Gerard. “I’m sorry! Please don’t send me back!”

“No, no, honey! Of course I wouldn’t send you back,” Gerard said quickly placating the emotional girl. He carefully picked up the red bit and pressed it into her hand. “That’s candy. You eat it.”

Dizzy wiped her eyes quickly and nodded her head. She was a little embarrassed at herself for being such a baby but the mere thought of going back to the Isle before even arriving to Auradon terrified her. She sniffed loudly before tentatively giving the hard candy a lick. The sudden explosion of flavor caused the small girl to gasp in surprise. She quickly dropped the whole thing in her mouth and moaned with bliss as the tangy, yet sweet, candy literally melted on her tongue.

“Is this a strawberry?” She asked around the candy. “It’s red like the thing Mal eats on TV.”

“It’s strawberry flavored,” Gerard replied. “Candy and fruit are not the same thing.”

Dizzy nodded in understanding, her head bobbing up and down excitedly as she finished off the piece of candy. If all the food in Auradon was like the strawberry candy she just ate, Dizzy would die a happy little girl.

“Here,” Gerard said in conspiratorial whisper. He picked up the bin of similar looking candies and motioned for Dizzy to open her bag. The girl gasped as the man tipped over the bin and watched as the all the sweets fell into her partially vacant bag. “You can save those for later.”

“Thank you!” Dizzy squealed as she quickly shut her bag and hugged it to her chest. The rest of the car ride Dizzy spent firing questions to Gerard faster than he could answer. It wasn’t a very long wide at all. To Dizzy, who had never been in car before, felt like she was flying with how quickly they were moving. Before she knew it, the young girl was being ushered out of the car and was left standing in front of a giant, clean building with Gerard by her side.

Dizzy spun around, her eyes flickering to every which way as she tried to take all of Auradon in at once. She could feel her heart hammering inside her chest and her cheeks ached with how wide her grin was spread across her face.

“Wow!” she squealed. “It’s so pretty!”

“Dizzy?” the young girl spun around and screamed when she saw Evie standing on the steps to the building behind her. Dizzy didn’t care when she dropped her bag to the ground and rushed to the other girl, tears blinding her before she fell into the other girl’s arms.

“Evie!” Dizzy chanted her name through her sobs. The other girl, too, couldn’t keep herself from shedding her own tears as she tried to calm her pseudo sister. Neither cared if they gained an audience during their little reunion. Once Dizzy was finally calm, Evie took a step back and held her at an arm’s length to look at her. She looked the same from when she saw her on the Isle just a few short weeks ago but even then there was a certain glow about her.

“You’re here!” Evie laughed before pulling her into another short hug. “You’re finally here.”

“We’re both here!”

The elder girl felt her throat tighten again, she coughed to dispel the discomfort before turning and waving the others down. She had towards the driveway the moment she caught sight of a small figure with little pom-poms on their head. Evie almost couldn’t believe Dizzy was actually in Auradon and she was definitely going to give Ben hell for not telling her beforehand.

“Welcome to Auradon, Dizzy,” Ben said in greeting as he and the others finally made it to them. “I’m glad you made it here safely.” Dizzy sent the King a huge smile before quickly pulling him into a hug as well. Her words of gratitude muffled in his suit jacket.

When they pulled away, Dizzy quickly said hello to the remaining VK’s before returning to Evie’s side.

“I thought you would enjoy having dinner with us before you go to the family we set you up with,” Ben said kindly. “They are very nice and very excited to have you.”

Dizzy nodded but Evie was the only one who could see she looked unhappy. The other teens looked confused when Evie asked the young girl what was wrong. It took some coaxing but she was eventually able to get it out of the child.

“I won’t see Evie a lot, will I?” she whispered sadly. Ben and Evie shared a look before Evie lowered herself down to Dizzy’s level.

“Pretty girl,” she called with a happy smile. “I’ll be there for you whenever you need me. I’m just a quick drive or phone call away.”

“Yeah, Charmington is only about twenty minutes from here. And I’m sure fairy godmother wouldn’t mind you visiting.”

“See,” Evie said. “Now that you’re here, you are stuck with me.”

“Swear?”

“And hope to die.”

So this is very rough but I really wanted to write something based around Elsewhere U. I hopefully will be able to write more of this in the future. Anyways, here’s my little story.

Percy had been careful. She had come to Elsewhere U for the music program, nothing more. The Fae had been a surprise. The other students had advised against using her Name, so she went by Percy. It fit well, Percy the pianist. She was glad she had brought the necklace her grandmother had given her, the little iron cross gave her hope. She even picked up the habit of carrying offerings and salt everywhere she went. Maybe the Fae would ignore her, she thought. She hated to think it, but maybe They would pick someone else. Maybe her protections would be enough.
They weren’t enough. The changes were slow. Her roommate, Zipline, didn’t show up for a week. No one acknowledged she was missing. Then, Art History stopped happening. She didn’t even realize it was gone, only sensed the shape of its absence. The world around her slowly bled out, replaced with a close facsimile. Then, just as They had hoped, Percy forgot her cross. She realized her mistake before she made the end of the hallway. She turned in panic, but the path back to her door lost all meaning in her mind. Still, she bolted. The hallway became fuzzy. Not losing focus, but the floor seemed to grow and sway as if a meadow brushed by a breeze. One foot came to a sudden stop, and the rest of her body followed with much less order. The world around her started to fade to black. The last thing she remembered was an impossible sky stretched above her.

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SasuSaku Month - Day 2: Something More || [Fanfic] Prospective Partners II (Sakura)

Title: Prospective Partners II (Sakura)

Rating: K/G

Notes: I apologise for the extreme lateness of this story. I finished writing it last night and did some revision this morning. However the day has been a nightmare and to top it all, I ended up being away from home many more hours than I expected. I’ll start working on the 3rd prompt as soon as I publish this one. Despite its delay, I hope you enjoy it :)

Also, Inner Sakura will make her debut, and her words will be in italics and between ‘…’

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PROSPECTIVE PARTNERS II (SAKURA)

She would not be treated like an object.

Sakura punctuated each word in her thoughts with a punch on the bag that hung from the ceiling of the room, imagining the face of some uptight middle-aged pervert in a suit.

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I legit listened to this like five times while I was doodling. Really set the mood necessary to draw this complete and total loser.

Haunted Objects - the Dibbuk Box

A dibbuk box is a wine cabinet which, according to Jewish folklore, is said to be haunted by a restless, evil spirit that is capable of haunting and possessing the living. One particular dibbuk box became famous when it was listed on eBay along with a terrifying backstory.

The story began in September of 2001, when an antique buyer and refinisher attended an estate sale in Portland, Oregon. The auction was held to sell off the belongings of a 103-year-old woman, and her granddaughter informed the antique dealer of the woman’s past when she noticed that he had purchased a simple wooden wine cabinet.

The old woman had been Jewish, the only one of her family members to have survived her time in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II. When she immigrated to the United States, the wine cabinet and two other items were the only things she brought with her. The woman’s granddaughter explained that her grandmother had always kept the box hidden away, and said that it should never, ever be opened because it contained a malicious spirit called a dibbuk. She requested that the box be buried with her, but since doing so went against Jewish tradition, her family did not oblige. When the antique dealer asked the granddaughter if she would like to keep the box for sentimental reasons, the woman vehemently refused, becoming very upset and saying, “We made a deal! You have to take it!”

The dealer took his purchase back to his shop and placed it in his workshop in the basement. Immediately, strange and frightening things started happening. He was called by his frantic shop assistant, who said that the lights had gone out, the doors and security gates had locked, and she heard terrible sounds coming from the basement. When he investigated, he discovered a terrible odor of cat urine lingering in the air, and every light bulb in the place had been smashed.

The dealer gave the wine box to his mother as a gift, and the woman immediately suffered a major stroke. In the hospital, she spelled out, “H-A-T-E G-I-F-T” as tears spilled from her eyes uncontrollably. He attempted to give the gift to several more people, but it was always returned to him within a few days, usually because people just didn’t like it, or because they felt that something about it was evil. He began suffering from a recurring nightmare, and he later found that all of his family members who had been around the box were having the same dream. He started seeing shadow figures darting around in his peripheral vision, as well.

After finally admitting that there was something paranormal happening, he went online to research and fell asleep at his computer. When he woke up, he felt like something was breathing on his neck, and when he turned his head he saw a huge shadow figure dashing away from him down the hall. He then decided to list the item on eBay, along with a detailed account of what had happened to him since obtaining the box. Jason Haxton, the curator of a medical museum in Missouri, purchased the box from the eBay auction. He later wrote a book detailing the strange story of the dibbuk box, and in 2012, a horror movie based on the book entitled The Possession was released.

Dark Soldier Game AU

WARNING: There are depictions of violence and cruelty.
Note: Please be reminded that this is an AU, hence the characters’ personalities will deviate slightly from canon to fit the setting of the AU.

Serial Killer AU ft. The Soldier Game trio (and their respective partners)
This is really supposed to be a crack!fic. A terrible and horrifying one. But still a crack fic.

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A successful zebra hunt

A follower recently asked me why their doctor refused to order some expensive and uncommon labs on them. After many months, the doctor finally did order the tests, the results of which aided in giving the person a new rare diagnosis. 

There is a concept in medicine that says “when you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras”. We take this old axiom to heart and start most disease workups with the basics. We prescribe watchful waiting when patients present with vague symptoms, hoping that something more specific will “declare itself” over time. We check basic blood tests and order x-rays before more complex imaging because many times those basic tests are all we need to get our answer. But sometimes, like in my follower’s case and like in the case I will share below, the simple tests and simple explanations just don’t work and we have to dig deeper. Below you will see that when it comes to children and potentially life-threatening diagnoses, Wayfaring don’t play with watchful waiting. 

This was my zebra hunt.

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“Mommy! Hurt!” Little Allie pointed to her forehead, wrinkled in a scowl. 

Allie is barely 2. She is a beautiful baby with large blue eyes and the kind of sweet woodland-creature-in-a-Disney-movie little voice that doesn’t do her ever-expanding vocabulary justice. 

I have been taking care of little Allie her whole life. When she was 18 months old–an age at which most children respond to their doctors with wailing and gnashing of teeth–she ran down the clinic hallway and grabbed tightly onto my legs. Her mother is well meaning but worried about every tiny thing that could ever possibly go wrong in Allie’s body, so we see each other frequently. 

On this day Allie’s mom, Michelle, brought her in to the office with a new concern. 

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Spirits On Your Child: A Ghostly Tale From Trinidad

vudupins submitted:
 

My mother, a Trinidadian, used to tell me this story when I was growing up. To this day it gives me chills!

When my mother was 10 or 11-years-old, her younger sister Denise (the youngest of 10 children), who was a baby at the time, started acting very strange. She would sit in a corner and reach out her hand as if grabbing something, but there was nothing there. At first everyone shrugged it off as baby-play, but then they started noticing Denise was chewing on something but they could never see it. This would go on all the time, but no one paid it much attention until Denise would refuse to eat real food and thus got very weak. However despite how weak she was from not eating, when anyone picked Denise up they all noticed how incredibly heavy she was and didn’t understand why. The real trouble began when Denise went into random fevers - her skin was so hot you could roast something on her. This alarmed my grandmother, and she brought her to doctor after doctor but no one could figure out what was wrong with her.

After this had gone on for some time, my grandmother realized her daughter could die; she was just so weak and the fevers were so intense. One night before she went to bed she prayed: “God, I have had 10 children and lost none of them, but if you see fit to take my baby away, then that is your will and I will accept it. But if this is not your will, please tell me how to help her.” She went to sleep that night and had a dream she would never forget.

A woman came to my grandmother in the dream, she said she knew what was wrong with Denise. “I know you don’t believe in these things,” said the woman to my grandmother, “but there are spirits on your child.” My grandmother of course scoffed at her, but the woman insisted. “Is she heavy when you pick her up?” asked the woman. “Yes, very heavy, but she doesn’t eat!” The woman nodded. “That is because the spirits are feeding her.” My grandmother was intrigued, and continued to listen to the woman in her dream. “Does she get very hot?” the woman asked, “Yes! Her skin feels like it’s burning.” The woman nodded again, “That is when the spirits are playing with her, and when they leave your baby becomes very weak.” My grandmother was shocked with what the woman had told her, and despite her disbelief in spirits, she believed the woman. “Do you know what to do for your baby?” asked the woman. “Yes, yes I do,” answered my grandmother. The woman smiled and said, “Then do it!”

My grandmother immediately awoke from her dream and got to work right away. In those days in Trinidad (this was in the 1950s) they didn’t have sanitary pads so instead used cloth diapers when women were menstruating. My grandmother put one on for five minutes or so and then wrapped the diaper around Denise’s head. Everything went away after that. My mother was sure that had Denise gone another day of those horrible fevers and weakness from not eating she would have died.

I’ve always wondered how or why my grandmother knew what to do for Denise or why it worked (my mother didn’t quite know why either), but I had a sudden realization the other day when I was at a paranormal-type workshop and the topic of ghosts came up. According to the woman leading the workshop, and ancient method of repelling ghosts was to expose your genitals to them, because genitals are the ultimate symbol of life and thus it repels the dead. I guess the menstrual diaper had the same effect! 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: That’s so bizarre but I’m glad it worked! 7/10 for scares and thank you for sharing!

There Are No Windows In The Attic

by permanent_anhedonia

I love my grandmother. When I found out that she had fallen in the backyard and needed someone to look after her, I didn’t give it a second thought. My grandmother lives in a single-bedroom home in a small Southern Indiana town. From the outside, it almost looks like it would be a two-story home. However, from the inside you can see that it’s merely a single-story with high ceilings.

Well, that isn’t entirely true. There is an attic crawlspace that she uses for storage. There’s a small hatch in the bedroom closet with a ladder that pulls down. I had to go up there once to grab an old box of photos. It was surprisingly pleasant up there. A cool breeze was blowing in from the window at the front of the house.

I didn’t think much of it at first. I simply asked my grandmother why she had the window in the front of the attic open. She simply replied, “There are no windows in the attic.”

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Though we only had a day’s time together

It’s still the happiest day of my life and my most treasured memory

My Princess, fate may have kept us apart for ten years 

But I believe that someday I will find you again

In the sunflower fields where we first fell in love


Memories in the Sunflower Field 

featuring kumisoria

They first met when he was eight.

Glenn could still vividly remember what happened that day like it was yesterday. He was wandering aimlessly around the town after escaping from his caretakers and Yu in the narrow window of time they took their eyes off of him. The young him could not understand why he had to be on display like a zoo animal in a parade on his birthday, even if it was held in his honour.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: 5 times Felicity doesn't believe Oliver when he tells her that he loves her and 1 time she does? :)

This one was kinda difficult.

Thanks to Molly for the help.

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The first time he told her was when they were trying to beat Slade.

“I love you,” Oliver whispered, and her heart nearly stopped. “Do you understand?” he continued, taking her hand, pressing a syringe against palm. And Felicity did understand. Slade would come for her, and she would be close enough to inject the cure. She would be the one to turn Hyde back to Jekyll.

Her heart sank a little at realizing his words weren’t true; he was so convincing. She nodded and watched him turn and walk out the door.

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“I will never forget the day I met Pixie. My family spotted a black puppy hiding under a bush near our house and when I found out about it, I headed out to look for her. A skinny little thing, about eight kilograms at most, bared her teeth at me and retreated further into the bush.

This is what Pixie is. She is a tough girl who will never back down, but underneath this is a loving and vulnerable little soul. During long car rides, she struggles with car sickness and nausea, but will put up a strong front and is always ready to give you a kiss when you speak to her. She is afraid of showers, and stiffens up but capers around you like you have done no wrong when it is over. Eventually, we concluded that she is hardly aggressive at all, just a lot of bravado and energy but she will never bite. She has had her own share of problems though; she used to be extremely territorial but she is also highly motivated by food, and that helped us a lot in training her. We continue to be firm with her because she likes to chase fast-moving things, and we are working on that problem.

Pixie likes to play until she is completely drained, and then she is up and at it again. She is an amazing companion to have and her responsiveness has brought my grandmother a lot of joy. She also brings cheer to the house on duller days, and it is always a party when she is around. Fate has a very curious way of matching the right dogs to the right family.” - Renu, owner of Pixie and Hukkum, instagram.com/thedoubletroublepups

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