#yav y/n

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₕₐᵢᵣ Fᵢₗₗₑd wᵢₜₕ ₛₑcᵣₑₜₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʏᴏᴋᴀɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Yokai (futakuchi onna) reader has long black hair,

A/N: I've been reading a lot about Yokai, one of my favorites is Tutakuchi Onna, so I wrote a small fic of that yokai. I may do more.

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You were somewhat odd, but people don't really take notice of your odd behavior because they're too busy looking at your beauty. Specially your long black hair, it was very long that it reached the back of your knees. Despite everyone only focused on your beauty, Astarion was very observant of those in the traveling companions. He was the one who took notice of your 'odd' behavior.

How you ate very little and how you'd save the rest for later. At first he thought that you were just being cautious due to the amount of food you received that day. Not only that, but you'd eat alone, you never really let anyone eat with you, not even him since you and him are getting closer. He assumed something was going on, where you seen somebody else? Or did you just want to be alone? He could respect that, he knows that people need some alone time. Then, food began to disappear at night. At first it wasn't big of a deal, since there were a few of you, but it got stranger. Huge amounts of food would be gone by the next day and no one knew who or what was eating it. Everyone thought that it was an animal coming by or something.

Another things is about your hair, now you never let anyone touch it. Specially the back of your head. One time that Astarion tried to touch your beautiful hair, you nearly ripped his head off. He never touched your hair again, without your permission at least. He couldn't help himself. He just liked to touch his lover's hair and caress it lovingly. Others didn't mind, but you did. What would be the reason for your outburst? He was now demented to know. Not only that, but he had seen your hair moving in battle, it was fast, but he saw it. As if, your hair had a mind of it's own. Or was he just seeing things? He couldn't get that thought out of his head, he had to know what was going on.

It was just any other night, everyone was most likely sleeping in their own bedrolls in their small tents and Astarion was out eating livestock in the woods. He's been exhausted from that day's mission. It felt long and as if their was no going anywhere. After he was done, he headed back to the camp, ready to get some shut eye. As he approached his tent, he couldn't help but hear a noise. Listening closely, it sounded as if someone was eating. Trying to track the noise, it was coming from your tent. So it was you who has been eating the food? Of course you would, you'd eat like a bird. You didn't eat much.

When he approached your tent, he peaked inside, just to see if his theory was true. But he was met with a whole new different thing. It wasn't you that was eating, but something at the back of your head. Looking closely, it looked like a pair of lips. Munching away at the food that you had saved that day earlier. He watched as your long hair had become some kind of tentacles grabbing the food. Looking down at your physical form, it was clear that you were sleeping. As you slept, the back of your head was practically eating the food you barely ate from. What were you? You looked human, but you weren't exactly a human. So, what were you really? He thought about asking you another day or maybe you'd tell him.

You were feeling guilty, as much as you wanted to tell the others about your second pair of lips, you couldn't. You thought that maybe they'd see you as a weirdo and look at you different. You didn't really have the courage to tell them. Not only that, but the fact that you couldn't really stop it, would only make it upset. If you didn't allow it to feed, it would scream non stop until your ear drums bursted. So you had to let it eat whatever it wanted. First you tried giving it the food you had saved, but it began to eat the other food that was saved for the next day. You had to find a way and time to tell them, but you'd just think of it a lot. How they'd react about your hidden secret.

The next day you were having a lot of thoughts taking over your head. It didn't make it better that the other pair of lips was whispering many things that sounded like gibberish. You were biting at your nails, nervously, overthinking. "What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?" You heard someone say, the you turned at the direction of the voice. It was the one and only Astariron. "Oh, hello Astarion.." you said, removing your hand away from you mouth. "Hello my dear, tell me. What is wrong? You look awfully anxious." He mentioned. You were, he could probably smell it on you. Should you tell him? Do you trust him enough that he won't go and tell everyone? You thought.

Looking down at your feet, as you fiddled with your fingers nervously. "I mean.." you paused, scratching the back of your neck. "I don't know how to put it.. I mean, I've never really told anyone.." You admitted, looking back at Astarion, who was standing there. Waiting patiently. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything now, or ever." He responded. "But I do, It's been eating me up for days." You said, very anxiously. "Alright alright, calm down dear." He said, taking you by the shoulders and sat you down on the tree trunk. Trying to get you to relax a bit. You took a few breathes. Trying to maintain and keep yourself calm.

A few minutes have passed. Now you were much calmer. "You alright now dear?" He asked you. Which you responded with a nod. "Much better." You said, a few moments of silence passed. Then you just blurted it out. "Ihaveanotherpairoflipsatthebackofmyhead." You said rapidly. Trying to just let it out. Astarion just looked at you, a bit wide eye by how open you just were. "So, you have another pair of lips in the back of your head?" He repeated what you had said, but in a form of a question. You only nodded, hiding your face with your face with your hands. Afraid that the might say something mean to you or accuse you of something. "Oh darling! That's nothing out of the ordinary. At least to me." He said with a wide smile.

You looked up at him, seen how he didn't react the way you thought he'd react. "It's not? But, I have another mouth at the back of my head. I've been the one who's been taking the food." You added, as a way to test him a bit. "So? I sort of figured it was you. I mean, you barely eat anything and not to mention that one night." He said. This made your heart sink a bit. "Wait, you saw?" You asked him, now getting nervous. "Yeah, by accident. I just wanted to confirm my theory. It made me worry seeing that you barely ate anything. I was going to have a talk with you about that. But I came across that, so I didn't intervene." He explained.

"So you knew, but you didn't freak out and tell everyone?" You asked him, he only nodded. This was new to you, every time someone were to find out about your secret, they'd freak out and go tell everyone about it. This felt as if a huge bolder was taken off your shoulders. "Well, That was unexpected." You admitted. "I take that you're not used to that kind of confession?" He asked you. "No, normally someone would run away, thinking they'll be eater by the other lips." You explained, this made him curious. "Well... can you?" He asked you. "I can." You admitted. "You remember what happened to that one mugger that tried to mug us and he suddenly disappeared?" You asked him. "Yeah, that was odd, I was just about to-" he paused. Thinking about what you had said. "You had something to do with it?" He asked you. All you did was raise your brow at him, indicating that he was right. "You are just filled with secrets are you?" he asked, with a toothy grin. "I guess so." You responded, feeling your face heat up a bit. "Well, I wouldn't mind learning all of them, in due time." He told you with a smirk. Only making your face get even hotter.

#astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x fem reader #astarion x fem tav reader #astarion fic #astarion fluff #female reader #female y/n #tav reader #yav y/n #yokai reader #yokai y/n #cereza's writing #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ wᵣᵢₜᵢₙg #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

[jarognieva]

I got tagged by @fareehaandspaniards to pick a song for every letter of my URL

j - okay this one was hard because idk if I should choose by letter or by sound because it is spelled as y so hmm let it be Явь (Yav') by Аркона (Arkona)

a - A Gothic Romance by Cradle of Filth

r - Rom the vacuous spider by Yuka Kitamura

o - O Father O Satan O Sun by Behemoth

g - Girdap by She Past Away

n - No time to cry by The sisters of mercy

i - Infestissumam by Ghost

e - Elizabeth by XIII Stoleti

v - Вічність (Vichnist') by Drudkh

a - Alien by Lebanon Hanover

tagging: @hyacinth-meadow @c0rnflake-girl @kissthegogo-goat-witch @anguillif0rm @val-of-the-north (sorry if someone tagged u already lol)

#tags #music #mutuals

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#posts of babel #screenreader unfriendly #markdown posts of babel

[kulaktandolmalar-blog-blog]

Anlamsızlığa Övgü

Pek değerli dostum "Ortaçağ'ın en karanlık günlerinde bir derebeyin şatosunda timsahlı hendekte nöbet tutmak yerine veya uçsuz bucaksız tarlalarda serflik yapacağına ilimle irfanla matematikle uğraşan, dönemin Fransası'nda tahta kulübesinde kaz tüyü kalemle mum ışığında ders çalışan Fermat'ın yanına varıp 'Sen de Ortaçağ'dan sıkılmadın mı Piyer, sanki koca dünyada hiçbir şey olmuyormuşçasına geçen yüzlerce yıldan, bitmek bilmeyen kılıçlı kalkanlı gürzlü meydan savaşlarından, güvercinle haberleşmelerden, koskoca imparatorluklar kağıttan kuleler misali yıkılırken sıradan insanların bunu ancak vergi toplayan tiplerin değişimden fark etmelerinden, ha sıkılmadın mı bunlardan?' diye soran, Fermat'ın 'Yoo mis gibi çağ işte abi, nüfus az, doğamız temiz, kapağı bir şatoya attın mı ömür boyu derebeyin ekmeğini yersin, tamam cadı falan yakılıyor, biraz yavaş ilerliyor herşey, bilgi yavaş yayılıyor falan ama o da çok dert değil. Mesela Osmanlılar İstanbul'u almışlar 200 yıl olmuş, ben geçen çarşamba öğrendim. Pazar günü de KPSS'ye giricem kesin güncel bilgi diye sorarlar bunu. Ayrıca feodalizm desen insanlığın vardığı son nokta, daha iyi bir sistem gelmez bence, kapitalizm mapitalizm diye birşey sayıklıyorlar bizim kahvede çocuklar ama tutmaz bence, neymiş artık feodal beyin emrinde değil, fabrika denen yerlerde kapitalist beyin emrinde çalışacakmışız, kılıç kuşanıp kalkan giyen akşama kadar at sırtından inmeyen adamlar tulum giyip manüfaktürlere doluşacak akşama kadar da somun sıkacakmış, yav hiç olur mu öyle şey allasen?' demesi üzerine 'Maalesef kahvedeki söylentiler gerçek Piyer, bu kadarla da kalmayacak, kapitalizm g.tünüzdeki dona kadar alacak. Pelerinin yerini kravat, şatoların yerini plazalar, bütün tavuğu elle yerken kahkahalar eşliğinde hancıdan biraz daha şarap ve "kadın" istediğin hanların yerini Starbuckslar, Kahve Dünyaları, Çiğ Köfteciler, dönerciler alacak, derebeyin prangalarının yerini ticaret özgürlüğü denen yeni kölelik düzeni alacak, bu arada ne çalışıyorsun sen, önüne elma portakal dilimlemişsin öyle' diyerek Fermat'ı gelecekten haberdar ederken bir yandan da muhabbeti hızla o ana odaklayan, Fermat'ın 'Yarın kesirlerden sınavım var ona çalışıyorum, hoca test yapacak, ilk dönem bıraktı allahsız, sabah da erken kalkıp çalışıcam ,yarın inek bir kız var onun çaprazına oturucam, ordan da gelsin kopyalar' demesi üzerine 'Oğlum sen Piyer de Fermat değil misin, hani şu meşhur matematikçi, gelecek nesillere kanıtlaması yüzyıllar süren boru gibi teoremler bırakan' diye şaşıran, Fermat 'Evet de Fransa'da köylerde her iki kişiden biri Piyer'dir zaten, sizde köyün yarısının Ahmet yarısının Mehmet olması misali, hem senin dediğin amcamın oğlu olur, o da daha bu sene Fen lisesine yazıldı!' deyince 'Lan oğlum siz aşiret misiniz böyle tüm Fransa'yı sarmışsınız. Neyse seni ben çalıştırıcam.' deyip Piyer'i kesirler çalıştıran akabinde Piyer'in defterinin kenarına "n>2 ve n€N olmak üzere x^n + y^n = z^n eşitliğini sağlayan hiçbir x,y,z pozitif tamsayısı yoktur. Haa bunun kanıtını biliyorum ama şimdi Piyeri kesirler çalıştırıyorum, yoksa yazacak yerim bol" diye not düşen,o meşhur teoremi Fen Liseli Piyer'e değil de endüstri Meslek Liseli, verilenle yetinen, kanaatkar, muhafazakar ortaçağperver Piyer'e mal eden, aynı nehirde iki kere yıkanarak Herakleitos'u göt etmiş, bilmediği şeylerden oluşan kümenin boş küme olduğu kişi" Volkan.

Lenin'in "Parlamento burjuvazinin ahırıdır" demesi üzerine tüm dünya ülkelerinde halkın meclislerin önüne balya balya samanlar, torba torba büyükbaş hayvan yemleri, kilo kilo küspe yığdığı, hatta yenen kavun  karpuzların kabuklarının, mısır, elma, armut  koçanlarının leğenlere doğranıp meclis başkanlıklarına teslim edildiği, ejder meyveli smoothy yemekten mideleri yanan gastritleri azan mebusların, halkın kendilerine bahşettiği besinleri yiyerek şifa bulduğu, tarım ve hayvancılığın demokratik idarelerin işleyişine tarihte hiç olmadığı kadar yön verdiği, fosfatlı gübre tadında yıllardı.

Birinci Dünya Savaşı'nın hemen öncesinde Avusturya-Macaristan İmparatorluğunun hatta tüm dünyanın sanatsal kabesi Viyana'ya gelmiştim. Amacım, etamin kumaşa işlediğim çiçek böcek motiflerini Avusturyalılar'a tanıtmak, etamin işçiliği sanatını Avrupa'ya sevdirmek, bir kaç parça şey satarak da yolumu bulmaktı. Bunun için de önce büyük sanatçıların getir götürünü yaparak geçimimi sağlamam gerekiyordu. Viyana Post gazestesi iş ilanları sayfasında müzikten anlamayan müzisyen yardımcısı ilanını gördüm. Bu garip ilan ilgimi çekti ve hemen ilandaki adrese gitmeye karar verdim. Gazetedeki adrese geldiğimde kapısında "Arnold Franz Walter Schönberg Müzik Evi - Melodi Bu Kapıdan Giremez" yazan taş bir ev beni karşıladı. Bir müzik evinin bu iddiada olması hayli garibime gitti. İçeri girdiğimde karanlık bir odanın taa dip köşesinde koskoca bir kuyruklu piyanoyu tıngırdatan bir adam gördüm. Arkası bana dönüktü. Çaldığı şeye kulak kabarttım, artarda rastgele çalınan nota yığınları gibi geldi kulağıma, çalmayı bilmiyor herhalde diye düşündüm. Bir anda "İşte gerçek müzik bu!" dedi arkası dönük kambur ve karanlık silüet. "Af edersiniz ama çaldıklarınıza bir anlam veremedim" dedim. Ağır ağır ayağa kalktı. "Anlam!" dedi bir şiirin ilk cümlesine tumturaklı bir giriş yapan ilkokul öğrencisi edasıyla. "İşte insanlığın sırtındaki büyük yük! Ne büyük bir cenderedir o, ne büyük bir mengene. Bir idamlığın boynundaki yağlı ip belki de. Onu aşınca açılacak önümüze özgürlüğün iki kanatlı kapıları zubuff diye. Müzikte de melodi veya tondur ayaklardaki pranga. Kırıp attım onları. Bak dinle dedi". Ve bir şey çalmaya başladı, şey diyorum çünkü çaldığı tam olarak bir ŞEYdi. Armonisiz,ezgisiz, melodisiz bir şey. Yaklaşık 15 dakika onu dinledim. "Nasıl?" dedi bitirince. Hiçbir şey anlamamıştım. "Pierrot Lunaire koydum bunun adını" dedi kedisine isim veren bir hayvansever gibi. "Neden düşmansınız melodiye, armoniye veya genel olarak anlama?" diye sordum. Biraz düşündü kafasını kaşıdı, sonra odanın duvarlarındaki resimleri göstererek "Bak resim sanatı da bu yolda ilerliyor, en anlamsız resimler portreler elma armut kabak resimleri veya düz doğa resimleridir. Herşey nettir çünkü onlarda. Bu saçmalık değil mi, söylesene! diye yükseldi sanki tüm bunların sorumlusu benmişim gibi. "Bi-bi bimiyorum" diye kekeledim, "ben sadece ilanınız için gelmiştim, müzikten de pek anlamam. Öne doğru bir iki adım attı, odanın karanlığı ile aydınlığın buluştuğu çizgide durdu, o anda kel kafası hafifçe parıldadı. "Ben de öyle istedim zaten, müzikten anlamasın derken geleneksel ton sistemi zırvalıkları ile hemhal olmasın istedim. Boş bir defter gibi olmalı aradığım kişi. Onu ben yazmalıyım. Sana 12’li nota sistemini öğreteceğim. Bıktım artık şu merdiven şarkılardan, ilk iki notasından 100. notasının ne olacağı kabak gibi belli parçalardan, beni şaşırtmayan şeye ben sana demem, öyle sanata ben tükürürüm" demesiyle İ. Melih Gökçek'e selam çakması bir oldu. Bende şafak atmaya başlamıştı. "İyi de sanatta anlamsızlığı bu kadar övüyorsunuz da yarın öbür gün sanat galerileri boş A4 kağıdını veya kullanılmış prezavatifi çerçeveleyip sanat diye bizlere çaktıklarında bunların önünde 2 saat hmm hmm diye düşünüyormuş gibi mi yapalım yoksa yekten siktiri çekelim mi hocam?" diye allah ne verdiyse sordum. Uzun süre düşündü, piyanosunun tuşları ile oynadı, çekmeceden bir yoyo çıkarıp aşağı yukarı bir iki saldı çekti. "İlkokulu nerede okudun?" diye sordu ansızın. "Muğla/ Ula Atatürk İlkokulu B şubesi" dedim koftiden bir gururla. "Ne çaldırdılar size müzik derslerinde peki?". Eyvah dedim kendi kendime, beni fena sıkıştırdı. "Flüt çaldık" dedim mahçup. Yüzü aydınlandı "Helvacıoğlu marka mı?" dedi heyacanla. "Evet" dedim "Helvacıoğlu, hatta maviydi rendi, ama kaybettim sonra."dedim hüzünle. Gözlerinde iri iri yaşlar birikmeye başladı. Odanın uzak köşesinde duran masanın en alt çekmecesini açtı, içinden mavi bir flüt çıkardı, yanıma gelip bana uzattı, tek deliği olan tarafını çevirdim, selo bantla bantlanmış kağıdın üstünde adımı görünce gözlerime inanamadım. Bu imkansız! Benim flütümdü bu. Birbirimize sarılıp ağlamaya başladık. "Bakma böyle sanatsal nobranlıklarıma, böbürlenmelerime, anlamsallığa melodiye bindirmelerime" dedi burnunu çekerken "Flüt candır, mandolin de öyle, ha bu arada işe alındın" dedi sırtımı sıvazlarken. O günden sonra o flütü nereden nasıl bulduğunu asla soramadım Shönberg'e, o da bana hergün mırıldandığım Ebru Gündeş şarkısının adını sormadı. İyi ki de sormadı paşam. Üstada bu güzide eserin adı Demir Attım Yalnızlığa diyemezdim ağzım dilim lal olurdu. (FİN)

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

[22:46] best friend!S.Coups x gn!reader, fluff, crack, mentions of alcohol, food and alcohol tolerance

"Ugh, I'm bloated...", you groan, laying back on the chair. Your stomach was full from the food you had ordered with your best friend, and you were feeling like barfing.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol was already downing the fourth glass of beer, completely unfazed.

"Are you bloated or tipsy?", he snorts, swirling the alcoholic drink in his glass and you shoot him a nasty glance. "I'm kidding~", he laughs and you roll your eyes at his antics.

"Should I remind you that you're not the only one with a high alcohol tolerance?", you raise your eyebrow and Seungcheol empties the rest of his glass, his lips formed in a pout.

"Then why didn't you drink the rest of the beer?", he asks you, pointing to your own glass, still half-filled with beer. "I told you, I ate too much! There's no room left for beer!", you whine and he laughs wholeheartedly.

"You're so cute, Y/N. But I have to agree, you did eat a lot - and good for you, you needed it", he comments with honesty. "Yeah, but someone had to pay for all of this food, y'know?", you state, as a matter of fact.

"That should be the least of your worries, to be honest", he grabs his chopsticks and takes a bite from the kimchi on the table. "Why do you say that?", you ask him with a puzzled look and he points to himself with a proud grin.

"Okay, no. Nope, you're not paying again", you instantly refuse. "Oh come on, Y/N", "No! You always pay for lunch, Cheol! It's unfair", you retort and he sighs audibly. "Okay, fine. If it'll make you feel better, then I'm all good", he replies, lounging back to his chair.

You pick up your bag and open it, searching for your wallet, but you mentally curse at yourself and Seungcheol sees you struggling, who is trying to suppress a laugh, having realised your predicament.

"Uhh...Cheol?", "Yes, Y/N?"

"I think I forgot my wallet".

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Author's note: It has been a long time since I wrote a drabble like that and inspo hit from the Jeongcheol date hahaha

Taglist: @aliceu @delicatewerewolfsoul @mosviqu @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness @themagicalfrenchfry @koishua @chxngyunie @08skrr @sleepylixie @hello-yav

#scoups fluff #scoups crack #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol crack #svt scoups #choi seungcheol #svt fluff #svt crack #seventeen fluff #seventeen crack #seventeen fanfics #seventeen

[tyongishs]

promises you broke | w.yk

-> pairing: wong yukhei x reader

-> themes: angst, boyfriend!lucas, main character death 

-> warnings: angst, self doubt, depression, cursing, main character death, mentions of blood

-> a/n: this fic is for the @neosecretsanta event and it is a bit late which I apologise for. The fic is written for @vishion HI TAOJUN, yes I was your secret santa all along bestie. this is an edited version of my first ever fic so I hope you like it! (ik i said that there was going to be a sicheng criminal au, which there will be but I hope you like this fic anyway)

-> taglist: @vishion @bluejaem @kiri-ah @hello-yav @mrkcore @jenossslut @luvdhl

-> word count: 0.5k

"Fuck this, I'm done." You said, understandably pissed. Your boyfriend had promised. He had promised that he would show up and take you on a date for your birthday. He didn't follow through. He never did anymore.

Afterall you supposed, promises were meant to be broken.

You had been waiting for three hours. Three whole hours dressed up, sitting uncomfortably on the couch, tapping your leg and going on your phone over and over again to check the time. You left Lucas multiple texts and called him over and over but it went to voicemail every time. 

After a while you gave up. You didn't know why you even hoped anymore. The two of you had been together for five years and moved in together a year ago. It killed you every time he didn't show up and then pretend everything was fine. You felt you weren't worth his time, that you didn't deserve him.

The two of you were so in love. He had promised he would be there when no one else was. He had promised he would love you for all of eternity. It had taken him seconds to break that promise. The relationship the two of you had built together only took minutes to shatter into pieces.

Five years of memories and love, all gone within five minutes.

Another promise broken.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, clutching Lucas' shirt close to your heart, inhaling his scent, the scent that you had gotten so very used to. The one thing that brought you comfort.

What you didn’t know? Lucas had left on time from your parents place, carrying an engagement ring. He had wanted to do it traditionally by asking your parents permission who gave him their blessing.

Lucas felt guilty, he hadn't been spending a lot of time with you, he was trying to get everything set up so he could propose to you on your birthday but alas, plans have a way of going awry.

Lucas Wong died in a car accident that evening, no one knew what happened until the snow plough came in next morning to find his head resting on the dash of his car, dried blood on his forehead. He was clutching onto something tightly in his pocket, a box covered with red velvet. Inside sitting proudly was a diamond ring, meant for his to-be fiance, you, y/n l/n. 

You received a call from the police that morning which turned your world upside down. You were told everything, from your parents and his. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You loathed yourself. You hated that you had doubted him and that you had given up on him so quickly. You hated that the last time you spoke to him ended in a fight. Your Yukhei couldn't be dead. He couldn't. He would never leave you. Never. You could forgive him for every mistake he ever made, every promise he ever broke but not this one. He had promised.

But promises are meant to be broken.

@ tyongishs, 2022

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[junjungsunwoo]

Storm.

Eric Sohn X reader, angst, 0.636k.

A/N: a small Drabble as my finals are rolling in tomorrow so I won’t be able to post much, wish me luck everyone! (Let’s hope I don’t die)

Thanks to @stealanity for beta-reading <3

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Dear Eric Sohn,

To me…you were like a storm.

You came whenever you wanted and left when you felt like it.

You clouded me with the false illusions of love and rained false comfort all over me when I needed it most.

But…you were like the sun once.

You shined bright and lit whatever room you were in with your smile and energy. Even if I tried I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, that was the power you held over me,

And when you smiled, you always somehow become even brighter.

Then, you became like a cloud.

You somehow became so transparent with your emotions. I felt one of a kind whenever I figured out the emotions you held in your eyes and I felt special…like… I was special to you.

I felt so…euphoric whenever you’d smile at me and say ‘thank you’ for cheering you up whenever you looked down. I felt so happy…so so happy to just even see you smile at me.

But then you became like a rain cloud.

You were no longer as transparent as you used to be, and you hid your emotions and played everything off with a smile. Everytime you were with me, your smile would look so…so unnatural, like you were trying not to show what you were really thinking and feeling underneath your eyes.

Finally…you rained.

You rained and poured these overwhelming amounts of emotions on me when you told me that you no longer felt the same as I did— no longer feeling the love we used to share when you shined like the sun.

You left me a mess. Like a small flower on the side of a street that was stomped and jumped on. Like a puddle of rainwater dirtied with mud splashed into it…like a girl… who was left in the open with no one to shield her from the cold, merciless rain.

And then…you were gone.

Like a storm, you entered my life and made a mess. You rained and poured your emotions all over me and left when you were done. You brought me out of my shadows with your bright smile and you used me as your bucket to catch your emotions.

And I feel so stupid to realize it now,

But from the very start, it has always been like this hasn’t it?

Whenever you needed me, all you had to do was call and I’d be right over like a dog. But whenever I need you, you never pick up. And even if you do, all you ever say was that I should deal with it myself.

But now that you are gone, I feel like the world is alright again. After the storm passes, there is always a sun waiting behind the dark clouds and a rainbow waiting to show itself.

Now that you, the storm has passed. I finally found myself another sun. Someone, that has been waiting for me behind you, someone I never noticed that has always been there for me. And finally, I feel like I can see the rainbow.

I guess I should say thank you? But really, should I say thank you?

Because of you, I smiled. You showed me all the things I wanted under a false light and gave me a fake, temporary happiness.

Because of you, I cried. You left me in the aftermath of you passing by, and you made me lose myself in the process too.

But, it was also because of you that I’ve found my happiness now, so I guess I should thank you right?

Thanks Eric Sohn, for being the storm that passed by in my life. Thanks for not staying long enough to drown me in your fake smiles.

And thanks…for being my sun once.

From,

L/N Y/N.

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[daystiny]

– Snowman

Pairing: Bf!Kun X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 0.63k

AN: Happy Birthday, Kun!!

“My brother and I would always come around here when you were kids”, you told your boyfriend. Kun listened fondly to your words, but he couldn't help but look in wonder at the beauty offered by the winter season. As you walked together in the park, he observed the little kids making snow angels and sliding down small hills in sleds.

He smiled. “It must have been so fun every winter,” he murmured.

“The best part,”, you started, “was building the biggest, most amazing snowman in the neighbourhood every year!!”

Kun stopped in his tracks and stared at the ground in disbelief. “A man made of snow?? Wouldn’t that be difficult to replicate?”

“No, not really,” you answered, “it’s just a few steps-”

Then the lightbulb clicked in your head. “Kun, love. You’ve never built a snowman before?”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “We never got as much snow as here back in Korea.”

“Ahh… Well we’ve gotta make one, right now!! The snow is perfect today.”, you dragged Kun along with you to a snow bank.

He watched you get on your knees and press a bit of snow between your palms. You made a tiny snowball.

“See, you start small like this. Then you roll it on the ground”. You motioned the ball rolling in front of you, picking up snow whenever it moved.

“The snow’s sticky, so it makes the snowball bigger!”, you chanted, reminiscing the old days of your childhood. “We make three more, too, but they’re smaller than the first one.”

When you were done explaining, Kun kneeled on the ground and picked up some snow. But then he watched you continuing to roll the snowball. He watched it get bigger and bigger as you moved it along the snowy ground.

His cheeks flushed gently, not because of the cold, but because of how excited you looked to make the snowman. Kun felt his heart expand with joy and love, because he wanted to make you happy with the end result of your snowman.

But, Kun also had an idea. He ran up to where you were continuously rolling.

When you saw your boyfriend, you paused and stood up to look at him.

“Doesn’t a snowball remind you of love?”, Kun asked.

“Huh?”

Kun’s face turned bright red after realizing you didn’t immediately understand. He turned around and grinned awkwardly to himself, not knowing what to do for a few seconds.

“U-uh,” he finally stuttered, “like it keeps getting bigger the longer it exists as the f-further it goes. Like my love for y-ou??”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or to cringe, but you finally caught the hint. He was being so adorable.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”, you said, trying to cover up your emotions. But your smile couldn't lie for long.

“Y/Nnie! Why don’t we battle to make the biggest snowball ever?”, he asked.

You immediately understood what he meant. “Why, do you think you love me more than I love you??”

You immediately understood what he meant. “Why, do you think you love me more than I love you??”

“Well,” he began slyly. “You did put in the love to make this giant snowball, so I might as well start with thi-”

Before he could finish, you booted the snowball and it burst into an explosion of snow chunks. You jumped, stomped and kicked it until it dispersed all around you.

Kun stood in surprise, but you smirked.

“See, now we’re both even.”, you declared.

Which translated to “Game On!”.

Your boyfriend tickled you until you fell on the snow before running off to create the largest snowball he could possibly carry.

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[daegall]

If you’re still doing you ask game, 🧑🌍🎤

aaahhh thank you yav <33

🧑 favorite character to write?

well, defenitely my own reader (y/n) oh and this one girl im writing for my jaem fic in my 00 line series!! she's a hardowrking scout girl, hyuck's youngest sister!! ujhfuiadf

🌍fave type of au to write?

COLLEGE AU?!?!!? and domestic au too OH AND BFF2L AU DEF HEHEHEHE

🎤fave line in a fic you wrote?

i dont particularly like my dialog in my fics because is till need to work on those, but if i were to choose one it'd be 'Because you’re literally in love with Y/n?? It’s untruthful when you go on a date with a girl, when you like another. And it’s a dick move to both girls.' because it's true!! thought hard about it while staring at my gandpa's tv screen before making mark say it HAHA

#i kid you not i watched a soap opera abotu cheating and untruthfulness and decided to make mark wise in my fic #asks! #ask games! #AAAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH YAV <33

[daily-klingon]

Twenty Random Words - y

yaH be taken away (v) yav ground (n) yay victory, triumph (n) yay' be shocked, dumbfounded (v) yej assembly, council (n) yem sin (v) yep be careful (v) yev pause (v) yIb vent (n) yIn life (n) yIt walk (v) yIv chew (v) yol conflict (n) yong get in (v) yopwaH pants (n) yotlh field (of land) (n) yuch chocolate (n) yupma' festival (n) yuv push (v) yu' question, interrogate (v)

#The Daily Klingon #Star Trek #Klingons #tlhIngan Hol #Klingon language #The Klingon Dictionary

[wtfnuman]

"N"arin bakışların beni benden aldı "U"mudum var bizim için "M"iladım olsana yav "A"h benim canım Numanım "N"eden göremiyosun beni "C"eylan gibi seke seke gel bana "E"llerin bulsun ellerimi "Y"ıllar geçip gitsin beraber "L"iraların bi önemi yok bizim için (!) "A"nan anam olsun "N"umanım benim, soyadın soyadım

Sen nasıl bi kralsın

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[vardasvapors]

mixed replies

actualmermaid replied to your post:                  i ask you, what has canceling-not-stacking,...                

   It’s like the fandom version of Those Socialists who aren’t happy unless they’re the most ~radical ones in the room. Or maybe that’s just the annoying circles I find myself in    

Lol! I feel like it’s more like...having to be THE Woke people, specifically in contrast to another group, and that interpreting things in such a way so as to make it possible to lip-curl at someone for enjoying lotr/the hobbit + pretending the only reason it’s possible to enjoy it is because They Don’t Know, Those Poor Souls or some bullshit, is more of a priority than interpreting the full timeline and fictional universe in a way is actually sensible and satisfying. Or like, actually pays any attention to things that actually happen or the sheer density and length of the chronology and its actual relevance to....everything in the hobbit and lotr...Tolkien was really really really good at repurposing and retconning his stuff into becoming even better than he had planned.

berrysphase replied to your post:                   i ask you, what has canceling-not-stacking,...                

   Contrails of smugness <333   

imindhowwelayinjune replied to your post:                   i ask you, what has canceling-not-stacking,...                

I mean it led to this post, which in my mind is a pretty solid coup  

Lemme just roll around in your wording cos it words so good                

Yum

sjkgfhdjgfhdk omggg ok maybe I write best when I’m irritated....

garden-ghoul replied to your post:                  garden-ghoul replied to your post:                ...                

   THANKS I love the medieval art lookin one where it has a tiiiiny bird face in a big huge head… skulls n smoke are a great combo though I gotta draw some balrogs now    

I CALLED IT THE TRAIN FACE BALROG anyway yessssss pls draw!!!

crocordile replied to your post:                crocordile replied to your post:                ...                

   First of all I love Yav’s idea lololol   

   My friend @peredhel​ who’s no longer on tumblr kind of literally was gothmog hahaha it was so much fun tbh, I just ended up absorbing all of their characterization for that character. Irrc it was partially bc high king of the noldor + the rescue of maedhros, but also bc my friend headcanoned Gothmog being very attached to baby Glaurung, and being mad on his behalf for the arrows he got from fingon    

WAIT I LOVE THIS. I may or may not be very appreciative of the idea of evil ppl on the same side genuinely liking each other...poor bb Glaurung...

berrysphase replied to your post:                Flight + the line of Lúthien, specifically the...                

   asdflkj 3 is just right I am stealing that forever    

PLEASE DO (I only just came up with it lol)

bamboocounting replied to your post:               Flight + the line of Lúthien, specifically the...                

   first the galadriel post and now this – y u want me to cry hard enough to leave salt residues on my glasses    

Excellent, my vague evil plan is going perfectly!

skeletontemple replied to your post:                   Flight + the line of Lúthien, specifically the...                

   Aaaaaaaah I had vague thoughts about mechanical ingenuity and dreams of flying and you-never-know-with-these-part-Maia-kids but I didn’t think at all about Tar-Míriel and escape and the desperation part of it all and aaaaaaaah    

Ahh I’m glad you liked! Tbh I thought of more general bird ideas than flight related ideas in particular...

#actualmermaid #berrysphase #imindhowwelayinjune #garden-ghoul #crocordile #bamboocounting #skeletontemple #athrabething

[uzaklaragitsek]

Her gördüğünü rb mi yapıyosun sen yav anonime verdiğin cevabı arayana kadar yoruldum. B Ö Y L E + Y A Z A R K E N + B İ L E + O + K A D A R + Y O R U L M A D I M. Sende okurken yorulma diye aralarına + koydum qznxmwxh

evet her şeyi rb yapıyorum lsmskzlwölx

[gizdolubircoksey]

D E A C T I V A T E D L E N İ Y O R U Z

Ben artık çok sevdiğim bloglarda deactivated yazısını görmek istemiyorum. Yav onca yılın güzelim post birikimini bari anı olsun diye bırakın gidin niye siliyosunuz hesabı yav ü zü lü yor um. Silmeyin yıllar sonra girersiniz yani niye hesabı tümden yok ediyorsunuz hoş mu? :'( Valla hiç hoş değil üzdüğünüz insanlar var.....

#içimi dökmek istedim tşk

[daystiny]

— Most Definite Evil

Pairing: Husband!Sungjin X GN!Fashion Designer Reader

Genre: Horror, Married!Au, Possessed!Au

Warnings: Major Character Death, Sewing Machine Needle, Haunted House

Word Count: 0.49k

AN: Happy (very late ;-;) Birthday, Sungjin!! This is my first horror drabble and I’m not sure if it was good or not, please let me know hehe

Sungjin entered your shared apartment. He has to go to work tomorrow and was coming to ask you if you made his button-up shirt. As soon as he entered the room, Sungjin looked at you in surprise: wide-eyed, reddened face. Not in anger, not in embarrassment. But of fear - most definite fear.

“Babe, what is that!!?”

You whipped your head around upon hearing his concerned voice. “Honey, what happened?”, you questioned. “What’s what?”

You didn’t see what was wrong, now. You were simply seated at your crafting desk, which was almost covered by different types of white fabric and a few scattered spools of thread except for the space in front of you, where you set up your sewing machine.

There was no danger that you knew of, except for that of accidentally turning on the machine mid-conversation and risk piercing your hand. But you had it under control, having made many of his clothes and your own for years and years.

“Why is your ring off?”, Sungjin asked.

Your eyes wandered to the safe corner on the table where your precious, beautiful wedding ring was lying, unmoving since when you took it off half a few hours ago.

You laughed to yourself and looked at Sungjin, who was still very frightened. “No need to worry, love.”, you reassured, “I only took it off so that it wouldn't get caught in the sewing machine. I just need to sew on the pocket and then the shirt is all yours!”

“You take it off every time you make clothes??”, he asked with an incredulous tone of voice.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

Sungjin appeared to be even more mortified. He watched in horror, to your oblivion, as the worktable bumped subtly against the wall and the ring fell from it.

“Y/N!!”

CRASH!

The jewel’s impact was more severe than you initially thought. It shattered into thousands of pieces; what you’d assume considering how finely it had broken - almost like a powder!

You were puzzled at why the ring didn’t crack just once. You quickly collected its remains in the palm of your hand.

“I’m sorry, I…”

But the love of your life, the man you treasured for years and years - Sungjin - collapsed on the wooden floor. His intangible spirit - a gentle shadow of him - floated from his body and roamed about the room peacefully.

Until the large window by your table suddenly swung open right before your eyes, rapidly whooshing his soul away! Before you could process what happened, the door of your workshop closed abruptly as did the window. The sound of locks you didn’t know existed clicked in unison in an ominous echo, prompting an unforgettable, demented voice that answered in favour of your terror.

“You see now,” it boomed. “This was my plan all along.”

A smirk grew on Sungjin’s face. Not one of wit or cleverness, but one of evil.

Most definite evil.

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