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orcelito · 1 year

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ok SO i went and got out Most of my knives (i remembered I have a nonbinary knife only after i took the photos & also idk where it is currently. just imagine all these plus a nonbinary flag knife ok? ok)

HERE ^ is the most of them, minus that nonbinary knife. look at that fuckin mess. 32 shown here (i think) plus my nonbinary knife makes 33 blades (minus cooking knives, i dont count those for these purposes)(also counting the swiss army knife as only 1 bc lol)

& some explanations for them! gonna put these under a readmore bc it got Kinda long on accident whoops. Read Ahead if u wanna see me nerd out about my knife collection.

STARTING WITH my big ones.

my spear (gifted to me), my cane sword (from anime convention), my shitty $20 sword (also from anime convention. low quality but cool as hell), my teal mini sword + matching throwing knives (from online), my decorative axe (from a local store), my twin blades (my sharpest blades, theyre actually kinda scary how sharp they are, but i love them bc of it. from online), red saber (from online),

ANDDDDDDDDDDDD my favorite hefty bitch of a machete that i sleep with in my bed frame on the very right (inherited from my grandpa bc i was the first one who spotted it at Family Claiming Day)(this thing really is as long as my leg & much heavier than Any of the rest of the blades pictured here. i love it)

another view of the blades so u can better see how long they are. the big boys. they're lovely. 2nd heaviest blade is the cane sword when it's in its cane, mostly bc that handle has some Heft. tbh id feel safer using it as a bludgeoning weapon than a stabbing weapon, but having a cane sword is just plain cool

AND my smaller blades!

i have a lot of pocket knives. starting from the top left: golden pocket knife (from online), rainbow dragon (from online), rainbow HEFTY boy (heaviest pocket knife, from online), spider knife (from online), stiletto jade (from online), pathetic army boy (from local store, this knife has NO redeeming qualities, but it's mine <3), black stiletto (from local store), plain dagger man (from online), my damascus steel knife (was a gift, probably my singular most expensive knife. fancy boy), Dull Dagger Man (first blade i ever bought, from anime convention)

& for bottom row: teeny black knife (first pocket knife i owned, gift from my dad), lil rainbow knife (from local store), plain steel knife (from sketchy shop in gatlinburg + one of my Favorite knives), green dragon knife (from online, a real beaut), triple throwing knives (also from same sketchy shop in gatlinburg), the baby throwing knives again from the Big Boys pic but i included them again bc they r so teeny tiny, my keychain key blade (from online), swiss army knife (from online), & the pair of claw keychain baldes (from online)

many blades, many stories, so little time. theyre great tho.

SOME FOCUSES:

^ these are all my spring-assisted knives, sorted from worst feel to best feel to open. based on quickness, ease, & general satisfaction. leftmost is leftmost bc i didnt even Know it was spring assisted, bc it doesnt have a nice lil tab on the back to press. no u gotta press on one of the rungs. but once u do it Does spring open, so i included it. next 3 are just Average in feel (these 3 are sibling blades anyways, nice of them to be together). jade stiletto is smooth and quick, nice to open. Hefty Boy rainbow has some THUNK to it when i open it. like that babey's got PURPOSE to it. added to the general size of it & it's just pretty great. AND THEN MY TWO FAVS, green dragon is a perfect beautiful knife & feels very great to open. and then Steel Sketchy Knife aka my 2nd pocket knife & first i bought for myself. it looks plain in comparison to the others, but she's anything But. quick, light, Sharp. it has the Best feel to open, bc it's just a fast SHHK. probably my knife that's seen the most use (aside from my small black knife) just bc of how great it feels to open. i love that knife so much for Real.

& the final highlight, somewhat related, are the knives I actually use the most in my daily life!

on the left are the knives I keep in my bag by default, & thus the ones I carry with me Everywhere i go. small black pocket knife bc she's Ol' Faithful, & a pretty lowkey knife for basic tasks when I dont wanna raise any eyebrows lol. silver knife bc as previously stated i Love using it so much. i take it out when i gotta breakdown a lot of boxes at work, & it Never disappoints. small rainbow keychain key knife bc it's cute & i like to keep it on my keychain. & swiss army knife bc Obviously im gonna keep the swiss army knife in my bag for if i need an emergency tool.

on the right are the three knives I keep out in my apartment. black stiletto lives on my bathroom counter, for bathroom knife needs. green stiletto i keep on my table next to where I hang out in my bedroom, for any couch time needs. & then green dragon beaut camps out on top of some shelves by my front door bc it's Great for opening boxes, aka something I will do for packages I receive after pulling them in the front door. it works for me.

all the rest of my knives live either in a box (for small ones) or my closet (for big ones). i may have a lot of knives, but somehow I never feel like i have enough. i just love collecting them so much <3

#speculation nation #knives #what this boils down to are. my favorites are: Big Hefty Machete that i managed to stab myself with on accident #by dropping it point-first on my finger (whoops)#a plain silver knife i got from a sketchy shop in gatlinburg (there really are so many there) that just feels SO good to use #a beautiful green dragon knife bc it's well balanced & feels great to open. also pretty.#black stiletto knife just bc i love how it feels in my hand. it's also very pointy #& small black knife bc she's ol' faithful. & great for using for average shit to not freak people out #(imagine if i brought ol' Hefty Rainbow out w/ its glass breaking base & wonderful hooked blade. ppl would give me Looks for sure)#i love many other knives but those r my favs #if i had to pick an ABSOLUTE fav it'd have to be my machete. it having drawn my blood did Not discourage me from loving it #it feels very uhh. idk it makes me feel secure having it nearby #if for nothing else than someone seeing me wield that & being like 'what the FUCK' bc it's kinda pretty intimidating lol.#long and heavy. wouldnt actually be great for combat bc that thin part between the blade & the hilt could snap the moment you hit bone #but good for me i never intend to use my blades for that! it feels comforting mostly as an intimidation factor.#the comfort being like. if someone broke in lol. that's why i sleep with it in my bed frame. so i can have it onhand Just In Case #aka it's like sleeping with a gun under my pillow except i just keep a massive fucking knife next to me instead. works for me #not the longest of my blades but it's the heaviest of my blades by far. i feel very lucky to own it.#anyways this has been the Knife Ramble by yours truly. this took me like 2 hours to gather & take pictures of & write this summary #APPRECIATE MY WORK at documenting my collection. this is the first time ive done this in several years.#wish i'd found that nonbinary knife first... oh well...

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jaegersdevil · 7 months

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satoru is a dog guy and this is why

4:03 am

“Can you please stop biting me?”

It’s 4 am, and Satoru returned from a mission an hour ago, feigning an injury somewhere on his knee. You knew it was a ruse, just Satoru being dramatic, like always, so you would hold him with no complaints (not that you had any onhand anyway).

Now, you lay in bed, Satoru with his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso, your hand in his hair. Both too awake to fall asleep, you hold a book loosely in your free hand, trying your best to read in the orange glow of the bedside lamp, while your lover chooses to spend his time gnawing on your shoulder like a dog.

Satoru raises his head, visibly confused. His eyes hang, and his hair is messy and spiky. He tilts his head and pouts. The sight melts your heart, but you can’t ignore the remnants of saliva and bite marks on your skin.

“But I love you,” Satoru whispers, his eyebrows furrowed like it's a perfect excuse for him to be chewing on your shoulder.

Your jaw opens slightly in disbelief, your forehead creasing at his explanation. “What—”

He springs up, voice louder. “Dogs do it all the time! They play-bite, you know, as a sign of affection. I think it’s perfectly fine, and you should appreciate it,” With that, he puts his head on your chest instead, snuggling into you. Yep, he's definitely a dog.

You laugh breathlessly and shake your head. “You’re insane.”

“Insane for you.”

You hum and put your book down on the sheets somewhere. When Satoru claps twice, the bedside light goes out, and you roll your eyes, getting comfortable with a 6 foot 3 man child lying all over you.

“Wow, I really missed you drooling on my chest," You mumble, smoothing down his hair.

Satoru scoffs, licking the skin of your sternum to get a rise out of you. “And I missed you snoring in my ear, but you don’t hear me complaining about it!”

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo imagine #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #— ann writes!

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a-dragons-journal · 10 months

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Hello dragon's-journal! Happy Otherkin Day!!! ✨😋✨ So I run a kobold blog, and kobolds have been my gender for about 10 months now. But a few days ago I had an undeniable kin feeling of a snout on my face! What are some methods, tricks, or resources I can use to better connect with wherever these kin feelings are coming from?

(Also, while I do have a kobold sona I use, the snout I felt was LONGER!!! How do I fully get to know this other kobold (if it even is a kobold!) that I'm connected to?)

So, for one thing, if this is the only thing that's happened to point you toward 'kinity, I'm gonna gently say - hold your horses a bit there, champ. Phantom shifts just happen sometimes, to everybody; they're not by any means a 100% indicator of a kintype. (We even have a word for when a non-'kin person runs across the 'kin community, spends a bunch of time reading about us, and then suddenly starts experiencing phantom shifts, "shifter's disease.")

So, give yourself a bit more than a few days, first off, mayhaps. See if it happens again; spend some time thinking about what's making you think you might be koboldkin.

That being said, I'm gonna toss you a handful of links with advice on questioning:

This guide to questioning (and definitions of basic terms) by @/shadowfae

A list of places to interact with other nonhumans

While I don’t have a list onhand, websites are going to be a good place to find writings people have published about their experiences, especially if the tag for your kintype on Tumblr is underwhelming - I’ll recommend this page: https://houseofchimeras.weebly.com/bookmarks.html (please note that that website's no longer being updated and has moved to houseofchimeras.neocities.org/) for a place to get started finding those. (Generally speaking, whenever you find a good alterhuman website, they’ll likely have a Bookmarks, References, Further Reading, etc. page full of links to other websites. Find that page and go through it to find other good websites, and then rinse and repeat.)

My “questioning” tag, which has both posts talking about general advice and posts answering specific questions (and posts with people talking about their own questioning processes)

A list of typical experiences for various alterhuman identities (note typical, not required or universal)

My general “kin resources” tag has A Lot in it, a lot of which is not going to be relevant to you specifically, but it’s there if you want to peruse it

Hopefully that's helpful! Please don't hesitate to stop by again if you have any more specific questions.

#otherkin #koboldkin #asked and answered #anonymous #rani talks #questioning #the directory

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evanture · 2 years

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Kris’ Phone: A Deltarune Theory (Kinda…)

Okay, I know everyone and their mom probably knows of the link between the phone calls Spamton was receiving and the noises our phone makes in Deltarune, and the way it presents a link to Gaster in the noise the phone makes being the same noises from Entry 17.

I mean, thinking about it generally, it is the only on-hand item Kris has that doesn’t change. I mean, even if it wasn’t going to work, there could’ve been some way to change the phone up to make it more Dark Worldified, but, as far as we’re aware, it is fundamentally the same as it is in the Light World. The noticeable exception to this is that it no longer works and functions like a standard phone.

This intrigued me because well, it’s obvious Toby would want to keep the phone as a key item. It would complicate things to have Kris suddenly be able to throw away or get rid of the phone. Despite this, I expected something to change. But no, its description is as normal as ever. “It can be used to make calls.” Which like, duh, yeah, but it doesn’t become anything cool? Even the LoadedDisk has a proper description. You can feel it smiling in your hand gives us more information than It can be used to make calls.

So, why doesn’t Kris’ phone change?

.. This question isn’t rhetorical. I have no clue, honestly. I’m assuming it could be an oversight and I’m looking far too deeply into it. But, if I had to make a random guess, maybe it could be an intentional change to the code, the fabric of the Dark World, and subsequently, change the way objects react to it?

Okay, so, if we take that random idea and run with it, the next question is: Why Kris’ phone?

The phone isn’t particularly useful in the Dark World. I mean, it’s useful in the Light World definitely, but it really makes no sense as to why it would need to work in the Dark World. I mean. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work at all, right?

… Riiiight?

Well, except for the fact the garbage noise we hear is, well, noise, and when we use the phone we don’t select a particular person to call. So it can’t be said the phone is completely obsolete: then the sound would be more akin to a beeping, or just dead silence. But it makes not just a sound- but a distinct one.

Not just a sound, but one that we’ve heard before in Undertale. One that the Addisons have heard as well, attempting to listen to Spamtons phone call.

Spamton, very obviously, has not been hearing this garbage noise. He’s been hearing something else, someone on the other side of the phone. Assuming this being (who isn’t-Gaster-but-probably-could-be-Gaster) is the being speaking to us through Kris’ phone, well, that would... still not make sense.

I mean… why would this entity be speaking to us if we can’t hear it? If it doesn’t want us to hear it? Obviously it wants the message to be received through Kris’ phone. It’s not like Susie, Noelle, or Berdly start getting weird garbage noises through their phones. It’s us for a reason, but it also isn’t us obviously, since we can’t hear the message.

Whoever is intended to listen to this message and understand it must be someone that would reasonably be using Kris’ phone in the Dark World. Someone that could hear this message.

But… we alone hear the message, so obviously there’s no one else who could be there to recie-

(I didn’t… have any other pictures of Kris onhand.)

Yes, this post is a giant convoluted way to propose the idea that maybe this entity (Mike, Gaster, whoever.) is communicating with Kris through the phone.

If it was Gaster it’d make more sense to me personally, especially if you believe the egg theory, which means he’s purposefully obscuring himself from our view to give Kris eggs. He also can tamper with the code, which is the only idea I have as to why our phone doesn’t change appearance wise.

As for what he- or any other entity- could be saying to Kris? Well, I’m completely lost on that.

.. I don’t know if anyones said this before and I missed a wildly popular theory honestly. I know people have brought up the link between our phones noises and spamtons phones noises and how it may link back to Gaster, but I’m not sure if anyone brought up the idea of him talking to Kris through our phone specifically.

also im no major theorist so cut me some slack if i missed something, im always open to new ideas. ok bye [dances]

tl;dr: Maybe someones talking to Kris through their phone, the same way they talk to Spamton through his.

#deltarune #deltarune theory #kris dreemurr #wd gaster #spamton g spamton #the player deltarune #also it would make sense #spamton and kris have a LOT of narrative parallels #utdr #did i miss any tags #i think im good?????#lmk what you think guys #tbh noelle susie and berdly s phones arent even mentioned #i wonder what their phones sound like

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bhavesstuff · 11 months

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rollingourinitiatives · 9 months

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30 Days of Naberius

Prompt list can be located here! Shout out to spacegod-of-coffee for putting it together.

In true character fashion, I will be combining the next three numbers into this one post, as they’re likely to be smaller responses otherwise.

3. Alignment

(Are they lawful good? Neutral evil? Chaotic bastard?)

Naberius is chaotic neutral in every way (although chaotic bastard is probably more accurate for him, honestly).

4. Equipment

(What are they carrying?)

I don’t have his character sheet onhand right now, so I’ll try to recall the main things he has in his assorted collection.

In terms of weapons, Naberius has three daggers - which he rarely uses. He tries to avoid close combat and only keeps them as a means of defense for when he absolutely has to resort to them, but he’s much more used to clever tricks and magical spells and cantrips. He also currently has a machete, but that’s for use incase the party needs to traverse into the nearby jungles. To help with his spellcasting, Naberius wears a pendant necklace. It used to be purple, but since ~ the incident ~ it’s slowly changed it’s colour, and is now closer to red.

He carries a leather-bound diary, which I imagine to be tired and well used, with pages falling out if it from where it’s been full of his research, rubbings and sketches. He always has an ink bottle and an ink pen on hand, just incase he needs to sketch or note something down.

Naberius loves his trinkets, and so has a giant red ruby (which is ... actually a golems eye that he stole). He has a little wooden carving of a skeleton man that he made with a member of the current party he’s with, and although it’s a little bit odd looking, Naberius really likes it as it was his first time crafting something like it and a nice memory he shares with a new friend he’s made on his latest adventure. He also recently picked up some orbs, mostly because they looked interesting. And let’s not forget that this boy is a walking bomb right now, as his pack is also bundled with a selection of ingredients ready to make acid resistant potions, acid potions themselves, and ethanol.

... I don’t make the rules, my son is just a chaotic mad man.

5. Magical Item(s)

(Do they got any? Where did they get it from? No? What would be one they want? What does it do?)

His pendant necklace is the most magical thing he carries (although Naberius would argue that he’s pretty magical himself). It was gifted to him when he was young and first learning how to properly harness and channel some of his magical abilities better through it, and it’s probably his most prized possession despite not being worth a lot otherwise. Although it’s changed in nature a lot, Naberius is still very protective over it, and can’t bear to be rid of it due to how much it means to him.

#naberius #30 days of naberius

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infiniteshift108 · 9 months

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Meet my buddy, Payday the Squirrel

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A couple of winters ago, while waiting for a regular client to come out of his home, I saw a half starved, undersized squirrel that was all skin and bones. I happened to be eating a Payday bar at the time, so I tossed it to him. He snatched it up, ran up a tree, and ate it while checking me out.

Ever since then, if Payday is around when I pull up, he comes running to see if I have something for him. I usually have nuts or pumpkin seeds onhand, but I came empty handed today.

Luckily my client knows about my little buddy in his yard, and generously donated a slice of bread with peanut butter, so my fuzzy friend wouldn't be disappointed.

Payday must like it, it's the first time he has taken food right from my hand. I got him on vid this time, so I could show him off to the client's hospitalized mother.

#cute animals #Payday #squirrel #peanut butter

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sirensunrise · 1 year

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Yuta in 5sos was a thought not so much for the music which is Very Pop but more for the culture with the groupie but not so much hardcore shit. But nah, you right you right. I recognise like 75% the groups you mention and am familiar with 50% but agree with all.

Would love to see Hongjoong and yoongi call some bitches out. They would actually be very fun to get drunk/high with and get them ranting and heated about the industry and politics and the world. I just- ugh. Hot boys getting angry and passionate makes them so much hotter. Got any clips or links on hand for us to revel in outspoken and honest idols with company freedom? If nah, all g, enjoy your buzz without doing research.

Hello, yes. I am now here and sober and have done the things I needed to do today so now i can be here and do this.

The interesting thing about both ateez and bts is that their whole concepts started with a "we represent the youth, we want to rebel against outdated rules and restrictions and live our own lives. we want freedom." bts, obviously, kinda abandoned that concept down the road. ateez, however, is still going strong. Even if the songs themselves don't have anything to do with that message, the meta narrative continues the storyline in that direction. I mean so much of the recent ateez content is underground resistance themed. Hongjoong also has an insane amount of creative control when it comes to concepts and the storyline, a lot of it is his vision. We mentioned the rhythm ta performance from kingdom, the man really said we out here spreading the gospel of resistance. The visuals of the guerrilla video really drive that home. The amount of historical and cultural references are amazing. [x] (joong said workers revolution) Also the bands joong listens too... it’s all there baby. And speaking of bands they listen to/ musical origins. Yoongi is from a very hip hop background which is incredibly similar. (One of my fav groups is Run the Jewels and there’s this great interview they did about the similarities in culture and meaning in both rock and rap [x]) Let’s also not forget lil miss part-timer min yoongi, my working class king. A lot of it is reading between the lines. There’s only so much an idol can outright say. In terms of onhand things i really only have yoongi dunking on exams lmao. I’d have to Search to find the other shit, and for that i am sorry. I’m sure there are also a bunch of lyrics in verses that carry similar sentiments.

Either way, you’re so fucking correct, they are both so hot and I respect them both so much, I wanna be able to go off about industry and music and art and so so so much. I wanna talk about symbolism and artistic interpretation and ways to evoke emotions in different art forms and mediums. Joong wanted to go into film at one point in his life which like, same, and yoongi just knows so much about everything I wanna talk to him about history and humanity and idfk light fixtures.

#mailbox💌#anon #thank u for these asks i love them so much #i have so many opinions all the time.#especially on industry and concepts #i love stories #also if u listen to a specific run the jewels track from their second album...#you may recognize it #might've gotten repurposed for a certain rap monster solo song #lots of fun cross industry shit there #also just listen to run the jewels in general #absolutely genius producers and performers

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ymmdawn · 1 year

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paintspotinc · 1 year

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How To Choose A Quality Paint Store In Your Area

Paint stores are one of the best ways to find quality paint for your home. But, do you know where to look for the best paint store in your area? It can be a daunting prospect when you’re new to this world and unsure of what kinds of paint lids are right for your home. Luckily, there is an easy answer to this question: yes and no at the same time! There are many great paint store options within reach (and even within the reach of those who don’t know any better), so it’s never really been more convenient or easier to find the right location for your needs. The following list of questions will help you choose the right paint store in your area.

What is a paint store?

A paint store is a place where you can buy, prepare and sell painted items. There are many types of paint store, and they can range from small family-owned businesses to large international stores. A paint store is a place where you can buy, prepare and sell painted items. There are many types of paint store, and they can range from small family-owned businesses to large international stores.

Can you get aporch sandblasting in a paint store?

Yes! You can find several different options when it comes to sandblasting a paint store. The easiest option is to use the roofer Michelin roofer pro, which can easily reach project levels. But you can also use a decker mason equipment to complete the project. You’ll need to bring your equipment and pick out the right equipment for the job – there’s no de-icing equipment or sanding machine included in the package. Make sure you have the right tools for the job and make an extra checklist to make sure you complete the job correctly. You’ll need to bring your equipment and pick out the right equipment for the job – there’s no de-icing equipment or sanding machine included in the package. Make sure you have the right tools for the job and make an extra checklist to make sure you complete the job correctly.

Is the price of paint right for my budget?

When deciding which parts of your house to paint, keep in mind what your budget is, since this will sometimes be the deciding factor in which colors you choose. If you have a little extra cash onhand, you can always save a lot on paint with paint parcels. When deciding which parts of your house to paint, keep in mind what your budget is, since this will sometimes be the deciding factor in which colors you choose. If you have a little extra cash on hand, you can always save a lot on paint with paint parcels. You’re best off shopping around for a good deal on paint, since doing so will let you save more. You won’t be surprised, though, when you find a paint store that has a great deal on your next project.

Can I reserve a wall at the store and use it immediately?

Yes! A painted wall can be an incredibly useful addition to any room in your house. It can help diffuse the brightness from the light fixtures in the room, provide some color to the otherwise black and white walls, or even create a cozy feel in an otherwise cold room. You can purchase a paint can or a wall decal to mark the location where the paint is to be used. There are many options for this – some walls are painted white and some are painted black and white.

Should I buy directly from the company that paints my home?

Unfortunately, no. This is definitely the wrong decision to make when it comes to purchasing a painting. The company that paints your home should be the one painting the walls, not the other way around. When you work with a local company, you get the best color and pattern combination. That’s why: local businesses know how to create stunning, luxurious homes. If you don’t get that, then start looking around first!

Bottom line

The best part about choosing a quality paint store in your area is that it’s easy. These are just a few questions to help you choose the right one. You’re best off shopping around for a good deal on paint, since doing so will let you save more. You won’t be surprised, though, when you find a paint store near me that has a great deal on your next project.

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koreancravingshop · 1 year

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Crimson Rose

Part I

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x f!reader

Summary: A crimson rose could only mean one thing. Words: 1.6k

#Soulmate AU

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

Rated: T. Warnings: None.

"Howdy darlin’."

You cursed when you jerked your head up and caught it on the lip of the engine. Then again when you caught your hair as you tried to disentangle yourself. When you finally got free you looked down from the ladder to see Agent Whiskey smiling up at you.

"Pardon me sugar, if I’d known you were gonna cause yourself harm I’d’ve waited."

You groaned and slid down the stairs, your feet barely touching the steps. You grabbed a clean rag from the cart to the side and pressed it to your forehead, wincing at the contact. Whiskey took a step closer and gently pulled your hand away and you saw a smear of blood.

"You should have Cranberry look at that," Whiskey murmured before letting you go, "but I don’t think it’ll scar."

Your eyes flew to his forehead for just a second before you pulled yourself together and gave him a wry smile. "Probably for the best, would be a bit awkward." You pulled the cloth away and folded it to press to your forehead again. "What can I do for you Agent?"

"Heading out to the Alps in a few hours," Whiskey grinned and leaned against the ladder. "Wondering if you might be able to winterize the Bronco so I can-"

"No." You both blinked at your curt response and you tried to soften your refusal with a smile. "Sorry, I mean… no."

"Might I ask why not?" Still all charm but it had an edge to it now.

"You knocked the shocks out in Cambodia," you replied, pulling the cloth away and noting that the bleeding seemed to have stopped. You drop it in a nearby trash can and move to your workbench. "I barely pulled it together long enough for that trip to England, but if you drive it in the state it’s in now I’m going to have to retire it." You glanced back at him and raised an eyebrow. "Your choice."

Whiskey sighed, "Damn."

You resisted the urge to reach out and touch him. Hell, you spent most of your life resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. Absently you scratched at your hand, one of your only visible flores animae.

Whiskey saw, of course he did. His eyes falling to the movement and you flinched, pulling the sleeve of your shirt down to cover the marks. He didn’t comment on it - it was considered rude and besides, he knew what they were. You’d worked at Statesman for over five years, he’d noticed them the first time you’d met and you’d pulled off your gloves to shake his hand. A cluster of nasturtium and bay leaves, both on your palm and the back of your hand.

You wondered, sometimes, if it had been a bullet or a knife that had made them.

"How long is it gonna take to get my baby purring again?"

For just a moment you thought he was talking about you. A moment where he looked at you with those soft eyes of his and called you baby. You shook yourself. "We’ve got most of the parts onhand, just depends on how urgent it is."

Whiskey took a step closer, leaning in so close you could smell his cologne, his eyes turning a little dark. "Seems to me it’s pretty urgent."

God you couldn’t - not when he was like that. All smooth and sexy and in your space. "As soon as I can," you squeaked, hating yourself for how you sounded. Your breath was coming more rapidly, your lips parting as you looked up at him. He noticed. Of course he did. Those damn secret agent trainings and reflexes and what not.

"And what would it take to get you purring?"

Oh God, you were already feeling lightheaded and now he decided he wanted to flirt? There was a fifty-fifty chance you were going to pass out on the spot. You laughed, stepping away. It was either that or throw yourself into his arms. Which… no. Whiskey occasionally flirted with you and you always smiled and winked at him - and sometimes when you were feeling better you even flirted back. But you knew it wasn’t serious - at best a roll in the hay one night and he’d be gone the next morning.

There was absolutely no way your heart could take that.

"A nice bottle of merlot and foot rub," you gave him a sideways glance and saw his lips twitch. Good, things were still light. Breezy. Simple.

He tipped his hat, "I’ll remember that darlin’."

You watched him walk away, ass swaying in those tight jeans. You were only human after all. And when he turned suddenly, one corner of his lips quirking up and caught you staring… well, he knew he was attractive. Wasn’t like it was a big secret. It flustered you regardless and you turned quickly back to the engine you’d half dismantled.

That man was a menace.

The next day you arrived at the hangar with a headache and a bad taste in your mouth. You hated when Whiskey went off on missions. Not just because it meant you didn’t get to stare longingly at him - if worst came to worse you knew where to find photos - but also because it meant there was a good chance you’d be waking up with a new cluster of flowers on you somewhere. The last time had been a few months ago, chamomile and oak leaves on your right calf. A through and through bullet Ginger had told you later.

You sighed as you got your coffee, cuddling the warm thermos to your chest. Today you’d work on the Bronco, there wasn’t anything else in the fleet that needed work any more quickly so it wasn’t like you were doing him a favor. Giving him special treatment. And it would be a good time to-

A gasp cut off your thoughts followed by the sound of a ceramic mug shattering on the floor. You looked up at Jeff, another aeronautical mechanic who had started just after you did.

"What the hell?"

His eyes were wide, horrified - then you saw the empathy cross his face. The compassion. He started to gesture towards his eye and then turned away, hands scrabbling until he found an old silver flask on a desk nearby. He thrust it into your hands and forced them up.

It was difficult to see, your image distorted and blurry. But there was no mistaking the deep crimson rose that covered your left temple. Your breath shuddered as you tried to make sense of it. The meaning of the flores animae could be difficult to unravel, and the differing combinations of them often turned entire meanings on their heads anyway.

You’d had some of your marks professionally assessed, out of curiosity. Long before you ever joined Statesmen. There was a small group of monkshood and begonias on your back, just below your ribcage. Even you could have told you that meant someone had stabbed him in the back. But the hyssop and sweet william on your right thigh… Cleanliness and gallantry? Maybe they had been mopping when they helped someone? Most of your flores animae were like that one. Mysteries you would never be able to unravel without asking your soulmate outright.

Yet there were a few that everyone knew. Myrtle or a light red rose for love - those were ones people wanted, yearned for when they made their marriage marks. But true red, never crimson. A crimson rose could only mean one thing.

Death.

"Ginger!"

You burst into the lab, out of breath and on the verge of tears. You’d run up from the hangar, taking the stairs two at a time rather than wait on the elevator. Every person you passed recoiled when they saw your face, soft murmurs following in your wake.

Ginger’s head jerked up at the sound of your voice. "What is-" You saw her blanch when she saw your face, noted the way she immediately turned to her console. There was someone else sitting next to her, a bald man you didn’t recognize but he gave her a quizzical look.

"Extraction Vega I need you on Agent Whiskey’s location. Now." Ginger didn’t bother to ask you any questions, your face was all the information she needed.

But even as she said it you heard a disembodied British accent come through the comms, "Merlin, Whiskey’s down. He’s been shot."

You knew. It wasn’t a shock and yet… your breath caught in your throat as you hung onto the door - the only thing keeping you upright. But someone was with him. This wasn’t the first time he’d been shot. Maybe…

Your hand lifted unconsciously to touch your left temple. It didn’t feel any different. It should. It should feel raw and aching.

A crimson rose only ever meant death.

Ginger was still with the extraction team and so it was the stranger who answered. "What happened?"

"He got caught in the crossfire. I’ve applied the alpha gel, we’ll bring him in."

You sank to the floor in a puddle of relief, not even listening to the rest of the conversation. A strangled sob left your mouth and you bit the back of your hand as relief washed over you. Someone had given him the gel, there was a chance-

"Hey," Ginger’s soft voice was over you, her hand settling on your shoulder. "It’ll be okay. If they got the gel on him I can bring him back."

You gestured at your face, "Are you sure?"

She smiled, reaching out and gently tracing the flores animae.

"You won’t be the first person with one of those and a living soulmate.

Part II: Pink Camellia

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woniehugs · 3 years

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—✧𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬 because i can’t sleep [11:11 pm]

not one, two, but three times

pairing: jungwon x fem! reader

genre: fluff

warning: cursing. just a little bit.

tagging: @youreverydayzebra @witheeseung @w3bqrl

synopsis: a stranger you found interesting caught your eyes the first time you saw him. you thought you’d never see him again but it looked the universe had different plans, because as cruel as the world can be, it was nice enough to let the two of you meet once again. not twice, but thrice.

words: 2,299 (not proofread yet)

you were in a hurry.

when you first heard that there was a huge ongoing sale in the kpop store that you always went to everytime you bought merch, you quickly put on an outfit that looked decent enough and dashed out of your college dorm, with your wallet and phone onhand.

panting, you were able to make it to the bus stop on time. not affording to lose any time when anyone could get my hands on that album you thought to yourself as you stepped inside the bus, dropping coins on the container before sitting down on one of the seats near the door.

your head rested on the window, you closed your eyes for a second, catching your breath. all you could ever think about was getting your hands on the new album your fave group had released, and a bonus, with a discount.

“wait!” you hear an unfamiliar voice shout out. you open one eye to see who it was, a stranger of course. a boy wearing a cute backpack, his dimples poked out on both of his cheeks as he hurriedly entered the bus, flashing the bus driver a smile. “thank you so much.”

when you were about to close your eyes again, you felt a nudge on your side. you muttered to yourself in annoyance when you see him almost fall while walking.

the boy sat on the other side of the bus where you could clearly see him. he took off his backpack and hugged it to his chest, looking out the window. for some reasons, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on him a bit longer.

as if on cue, he turns to your direction a few minutes later and notices you staring at him.

you feel heat rush to your cheeks as you quickly looked away, pretending to look out your window and covering the side of your face that faced him with the palm of your hand. how embarassing. why were you looking at him for that long?

with your stare out of the way, the boy chuckled and shrugged what he saw off, plugging his airpods in his ears to listen to some tunes.

twenty minutes had passed and the bus came to a stop. you’ve never been in this side of the city before but it looked fun and interesting, you made a mental note to come over here when you weren’t so busy with classes.

you see the boy from earlier get up from his seat, now wearing his backpack. you watched him go as he walks out of the bus with a huge smile on his face. you were confused as to why he was so enthusiastic this early in the morning, it made your insides churn.

shaking your head, you feel the bus ready its engine again and drive away. the thought of the boy from earlier completely disappearing from your mind and only the reason why you were in this bus ride in the first place occupied your head once again.

DOS!

“shit.” you cursed when you see a bike rider rush pass you, making you almost lose your balance and drop the coffee you just bought. you hear the person apologize from afar but you disregarded it, continuing your way to school.

you walked in a fast pace, as quick as you can. you didn’t want to get scolded again for being late to classes. the last time you did, it didn’t end well and the teacher basically humiliated you in front of everyone for not managing your time well.

it wasn’t your fault your neighbours were so loud almost every night.

your mind was too occupied to see that when you take just a few more steps, you were going to fall in a manhole but before you could, a hand grasp your arm tightly preventing you from experiencing the said scenario.

the touch you felt snapped you back into reality in a matter of seconds, your feet almost losing their balance when your eyes caught onto the manhole that was inches away from you but someone caught you from behind.

eek! you shrieked in your head, immediately standing up straight and turning to see who saved you from that disaster almost happening.

you were shocked to say the least.

it was the boy in the bus you saw two weeks ago.

“o-oh...” you mumble out, suddenly feeling like a nervous wreck in front of him. “thank you for, uh- not making me fall in that manhole. that would’ve been such a mess...”

you never took notice of what he looked like and wore before so you took the time to do it now. he was wearing a grey knitted shirt that was inserted in his light denim pants, a black belt around it. his dark hair was parted in the center. he looked handsome.

you had to admit, really handsome. anyone who wore that could’ve looked dull but someone as good-looking as him made such a simple fit so perfect when he wore it.

oh god what were you thinking? this was only the second time you met him.

you looked down on his pale hand that still held onto your arm tightly, he chuckled nervously as he lets go of it. “you’re welcome, ma’am. i hope you didn’t mind the contact, i couldn’t let you fall in there.” his eyes looked at the manhole for a second before turning back to you.

“it’s alright, i don’t mind at all.” you smiled at him, “thank you again! i.. hope you have a great day ahead.”

“you too!” he greets you back, smiling back at you and walks away to the direction he was going earlier that was opposite from yours.

he didn’t look back. and surprisingly, that left a pang in your chest.

you continued your way again, instead of worrying about what your teacher was going to say once you arrived, you thought continuously about the encounter with the boy earlier.

not realizing it, a small smile slowly made its way on your tired face.

TRES!

it had been months since you’ve seen the guy with cute dimples, the last time of course, when he saved you from falling in that huge manhole.

and yes, that was the nickname you gave him. you noticed how deep his dimples he got whenever he smiled or merely just spoke, and you only met the stranger two times. it’s safe for you to say that you didn’t think you could call him a stranger anymore afterwards.

you tried looking for him everytime you were out of the house but to no avail, you never saw him again. not in malls, in the bus, in stores, not anywhere. it was as if the world decided to let him completely disappear once you were finally aware that he could be someone meaningful to you.

you couldn’t deny it any longer. maybe you developed a teeny-weeny bit of a liking towards him.

kicking the pebbles that blocked your way, your hands made it ways to your hoodie’s pockets as you strolled by the han river. you stared at the clear waters before you, feeling the wind touch your skin.

you tucked a strand of your hair that got on your face behind your ear, blowing out the baby hairs that blocked your sight because of the wind. you continued walking until you saw a part of the place that wasn’t as occupied as the others you walked pass earlier.

it was staring to get dark. you looked up to see the sky turning grey with a mix of white and blue that was still as clear as day, indicating that this day wasn’t over just yet.

the city lights blurred your vision and you thought you were the only person there for a moment. shutting your eyes close, you breathe in the cold breeze, relaxing under the grey clouds. you felt comfort, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. something you weren’t used to ever since you entered college.

a sound of a camera click caught your ears and you turned your head to the source of the sound. your eyes widen when you see that it was him. the guy with cute dimples. from the bus. the one who held onto you so you wouldn’t fall.

yet you fell for him anyway.

he was wearing something different from what he wore the last time you saw him. the boy wore a black beanie and a white mask that covered only the lower part of his face. he also wore a white shirt underneath a white flannel and a pair of light blue jeans.

and just like the second time you laid eyes on him, he looked as handsome as he always was.

you didn’t realize you were staring for too long when you hear a camera click from his phone once again, making you shake your head and panic when you notice that he had taken a photo of you, and laughing.

he was laughing at your face.

your cheeks flush at what happened, “h-hey! delete that right now or you’re going to regret it, mister!”

“oh, should i? you look pretty cute here, maybe you’d want to set this as your profile pic and give credits to me as your photographer?” the boy teased, looking at the photo he took of you. “now this is what they call candid nowadays.”

he called you cute.

he called you pretty cute.

walking over to him, you moved to snatch his phone but he held it above his head. you groaned at how much taller he was than you, “oh come on, give me your phone right now.”

he chuckled at you once again before putting his phone down and showing you the photo he took, “are you really sure you don’t want it?”

you look at your photo, genuinely surprised at how good the shot was. your face wasn’t that clear, though you admitted that your side profile and your hair were what really made it pretty decent.

“ugh, fine. send it to me.”

you should’ve thought twice before saying that because the moment those words left your lips, he asked you for your phone number and that scenario happening never crossed your mind.

replying with your phone number, he smiled before opening his phone and proceeding to send the photo to you.

who would’ve thought something like this was going to happen. you felt your heart beat in a fast pace, even faster than the first time or the second time you saw him. you never even expected to see him the third time after you searched for him countlessly. and now the universe decided to finally grant your wishes when you weren’t expecting it?

how utterly ridiculous fate can be.

you snap a photo of him typing in his phone and that obviously wasn’t left unnoticed by him. he looked up from his screen, raising an eyebrow at you as you chuckled nervously. “payback?”

after a few moments, he successfully sent you the photo and you sent his back just because you felt nice.

just when he was about to leave, you shout out a “wait!” that immediately made him stop in his tracks. he turned back to you, “what?”

you weren’t sure why you called him out. actually, you did. you wanted to see him more. get to know him more rather than just the guy who was in a hurry just like you in the bus, rather than just the guy who prevented you from crashing into that manhole.

he was interesting, even just by his presence was enough to have you under his command. there was something about him and you badly wanted to know what was with him that attracted you so much.

could it be his dimples? his doll-like eyes? his smile that had you writhing and squirming like a twelve-year old girl? maybe. but deep inside, you knew there was more than what meets the eye.

“i hope you don’t mind me asking,” you blurted out, taking a deep breath before saying, “what’s your name?”.

confused, he walked back towards you and you gulped when you see his face. his face was expressive as hell, you could totally see right through him.

“you want to get to know me?”

“s-something like that, yes.” you mentally slapped yourself for stuttering. “i.. actually met you three times now, the third time being today, obviously haha. i hope i’m not creeping you out or anything, it’s just that i... you seem nice to hangout with.”

the boy smiled once again and you felt your stomach do a somersault. “jungwon. yang jungwon, is my name. and yours?”

you were surprised, “y/n. y/n l/n.”

no words were spoken after that, he merely nodded at you and turned to walk away again. you let out a deep breath, somehow feeling relieved that he didn’t ask any further questions about your intention on wanting to know him.

before you could walk away too, you notice him look back at you one last time. your eyes stare right into his. even with the huge distance between the two of you, no one can deny the tension that was starting to build.

the boy named, yang jungwon, shared the look of how you envisioned your dreams. it was as if you saw the rest of your life planned out before him. with him.

“i hope to see you again, y/n. and don’t worry, you’re not the only who remembers seeing each other not one, two, but three times. i guarantee i’ll see you again more than the number of stars in the whole universe.”

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