a forest of light.

KIM MINHEE: elementary school teacher looking for more to life OGASAWARA AMAYA: high school delinquent whose only hobby is boxing.

[mpleforest-blog]

rant below ://// sorry i only appeared to rant but ya know... i need to get shit off my chest

so....... this is something that gets me every single fucking day of my life, but i just want it to stop? anyway, i’m just so tired of feeling like shit because i’m not dating someone, and it especially feels like crap when you have a crush who you know doesn’t feel the same.

what makes it worse? i have to go into work and see him every time and just know that he’ll never like me. the only reason he’s nice to me is because we work together. and i just want people to stop telling me: “oh, it’ll work out. oh, you’ll find someone. oh, just talk to him!” you know what? no! no, it won’t work out, because he probably has a girlfriend and we don’t get along. no, i won’t find someone, at least not for years, because i can’t talk to people and i’m not confident in myself. and no, i can’t talk to him, because i have a really shitty thing called social anxiety and i find it hard to even say hey to him when i pass by.

so, in all, no, this isn’t going to work out and nothing ever will. i feel like shit because it’s just the truth? i just want to feel like someone loves me, or likes me, or thinks i’m cute? is that too much to ask for? guess so.

i don’t know. i get being in a relationship is hard, but when you’re surrounded by people who are all dating, it really feels like shit to be the only one who has been single their entire life. like, even people i know who waited a while to date suddenly have significant others and the only people who even flirt with me are gross, douchebags who make it very obvious they’re not interested in dating or anything like that. i guess i should take that as a compliment but, it just makes me feel worse. like, you’re not into me for my personality or anything else, but only into me because you want to fuck me.

thanks. 

[noxwrites-archive]

me: just trying to enjoy the rainbow sponge video @mpleforest: do u think she fucks the sponge?

[mpleforest-blog]

nobody who is that excited about “wiggles” isn’t fucking the sponge

[mpleforest-blog]

no offense but soul eater’s opening 1 goes hard and i got whiplash dancing to it

[empresspinto]

hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad

[loren-vance]

Passing this good karma

[pocketsofroses]

I reblogged this 3 days ago and my skin got clear and I got a message from a guy who refers to me as queen yesterday. Good karma vibes all around.

[blueastro-deactivated20170311]

ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY AND MY SKIN IS CLEAR AS F NOW

[jeongyeon]

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[writing-prompt-s]

You have been kidnapped by the mafia, the reason? Someone who’s very high up has a child who has a crush on you.

[ahnsolbin-archive]

[pazdelahuertafanclub2005-deacti]

love is a fucking scam. eat a mango bitch

[misamo]

big mood 24/7

[mpleforest-blog]

hiimdaisy/gigidigi starter sentence pack 1: persona 4 edition

"But first, would you like to see a totally unrelated fifteen year old girl in a bikini?"

"Hey, no need to be so formal. I've seen you naked."

"Nope! You're just tired. Now stop thinking about things."

"Everyone in this room is a whore! Now take a chastity belt and siddown!"

"TRIAL OF THE DRAGONNNNN."

"Sheesh, what a totally random creep! Good thing we'll never see him/her/them ever again!"

"Driving all the family-owned stores out of business by bringing your stupid friends here?"

"Wait, what? I don't even know, I'm so tiredddd."

"THOU ART THEE ART THOU STICK YOUR HAND INTO THE TV DO IT DO IT DO IT"

"You guys, I have to pee so bad. I'm gonna pee RIGHT HERE. .... OKAY NEVER MIND."

"Nooses are bad."

"All this work is such a pain. It's like people expect the police to solve crimes or something."

"Okay, it's going to be dangerous, so we need to be prepared. So I brought a golf club!"

"Shut up and hold this rope!"

"We must join forces."

"I am thou, thou art me."

"We're a happy familiyyyyy!"

"I hope your beary prebeared for this unbearable bear of a battle!"

"You're telling me she really didn't like working at the store that was running her parents out of business?!"

"Sounds like somebody ordered a stupid looking boss!"

"Okay fine I guess I do kind of hate everything."

"Hey we're- oh, crap, I forgot about you."

"You guys are jerks!"

"I'm wearing a ____ because I'm filling in for my mom at the inn we run!"

"We've got no clues about the perp. We don't even have a sus because the sec with the mo has a perf al."

"Shut up, _____."

"Ace detective!"

"Case closed! Let's go get drunk."

"Guess who's wearing her kitty panties?"

"Guess what's sharper than a golf club?"

"WHERE DO WE KEEP THE SWORDS?"

"So apparently, bringing a sword to a food court is against the law now."

"Speaking of against the law!"

"Who wants to talk about murders?"

"So, when can I get an explanation for why you and some kid from school had swords at the food court today?"

"Dude, you gotta stop polishing those balls."

"I can't stop, man, these balls are on fire!"

"It's symbolic!"

"So I hear somebody wanted to talk about murders!"

"Now let's celebrate by eating other people's food!"

"Shut up, it's an endearing character trait."

"It's uh... official police business. Can't talk about it."

"Now check out this sweet fox."

"All yo yens, yip yip yap!"

"Ohhhh, oh my gosh, you were talking about studying?! I had no idea!"

"And then going to Drama got really awkward."

"Did someone say girls? Because I'm a boy, just so you know."

"Let us engage in gentlemanly things."

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Alright! Who's ready for a stakeout?"

"Wow, we totally stand out."

"You saying I like dudes?"

"Takin' you punks down!"

"I'm _____ and I enjoy naked men."

[mpleforest-blog]

She feels infinite, staring blankly into an alley way of Japan. Boy, is the city something. Where she was born, everyone knew everyone’s secrets and she was constantly put on blast for hers. A puff of smoke billows from her cigarette and mouth.

Who could blame the old grandparents, or the protective parents, or shy students for hating her? She would waltz through the streets of town, confined into stereotypes by the people who surrounded her. Very reasonably, her neighbors didn’t like her.

To be quite blunt, she pushed herself into stereotypical actions. She wasn’t the trophy girlfriend her own friends had. She wasn’t the girl who exploded from a bad family into the life of crime. Neither was she coerced using blackmail, or any other sketchy form of persuasion. Amaya was there because she wanted to, because she was bored with a simple life. In the end, it was this that got her suspended, it was this that moved her into the city.

It was not her parents, it was not the snot-nosed first year she beat up, it was not the principal who usually wouldn’t dare look her way lest he wanted to catch a disease. It was Ogasawara Amaya who put herself in this situation.

A few more puffs of smoke dissipate into the air and a look of pure confidence grows on her face. Proud and stupid; two perfect words to describe the punch-addicted female. Why would she be proud of it all? Not even she knew. The end of the cigarette came quickly. It was on the ground in a instant and she had disappeared back in the small home.

Another day coughing up phlegm and another day of not caring if she lived or died.

[mpleforest-blog]

wanted plots: amaya.

NOTE: These will be separated by verse: main and Persona-based. Some plots may overlap.

MAIN:

HOST FAMILY: Amaya has been living with a host family for a little while now that she’s been moved to the city. The relationship (with both the parents and their child who goes to the same school) is a bit strained. They don’t hate each other, but they’re not best of friends. Will they be able to make it work, or perhaps her trouble-making ways is too much to handle? Beside, she always smells of cigarettes. 

DELINQUENT FRIEND: Though Amaya tells herself she doesn’t need friends, she still did feel lonely at first. However, she met another young kid with too little concern for school and they quickly got along. Partners in crime, they enjoy being stupid together, and he/she is someone Amaya feels she can let loose around.

SCHOOL PRESIDENT: They’re someone Amaya doesn’t like very much, as she doesn’t get along with authority. Yet, this person still tries to make Amaya a better student. Their constant brawls are well-known in the school.

PERSONA:

to be added!

[mpleforest-blog]

if yall dont stop being mean to ryuji you better sleep with one eye open because im gonna kill you in your sleep

[mpleforest-blog]

just wanna add some things about amaya:

she does smoke! she’s only been smoking for about a year, but now she doesn’t live with her parents, it’s easier.

she lives with another student and their family as they host her. they have an okay relationship, but nothing worth mentioning.

she has a tattoo on the back of her shoulder of boxing gloves.

[mpleforest-blog]

@jxeyeon: minhee & jaeyeon.

If there was one thing that Jaeyeon was not, it was a talker. He preferred to listen, to take in information, rather than spew it out. However, he hadn’t been expecting the information the woman standing beside him was suddenly throwing at him, and so it took little thought to make the decision for him to remain silent and stoic.

A swift glance paired with a surprised quirk of his brow was thrown her way when she mentioned her occupation. It lasted only a moment, but was difficult to miss. He wasn’t sure why such a comment felt so out of place to him, but there was no denying that he had been left standing and wondering why she had bothered to tell him such. Maybe he was just so used to being secretive that he wasn’t accustomed to people sharing their occupations with strangers. “To each their own, I suppose.”

When she mentioned his hands, his first instinct was to deny any kind of help, to wait until he finally arrived back home to treat them. But before he could refuse she was already offering band-aids - and he was in no mood to try to argue with a stranger at the bus stop. Besides, they would cover what needed to be until he was able to properly wrap it up. Even if they were in ridiculous colors. Just from the bandages, he could assume she must have been a teacher to younger children.

He reached for the box, taking it from her with a grip gentle enough to juxtapose the force inferred by his bruised and bloody knuckles. His hand stung slightly as the skin around the wounds tugged and pulled at their edges. Taking a bandage out of the box, he began to peel the paper backing off the adhesive, his hands trembling ever so slightly, but paused when she mentioned a spray. “Thank you,” he said in a soft voice, “It’s very rarely I run into any kind people here.”

He seemed awkward, and Minhee wondered if it was because of her. Well, yeah, it definitely was. She was making herself look like an absolute fool--the kind of person she would hate to be, and though she wouldn’t admit it, the kind of person she’d stick her nose up to. She was horribly embarrassed, but alas, the conversation continued. 

Minhee was thankful for the fact that she watched children jump around and hurt themselves for a living. She wouldn’t have been so prepared if she did not. 

“Hold your hand out, and I’ll spray it for you,” she nodded, taking the clear cylindrical top off of the spray. As she waited for his next motion, she looked up at his face. She had never seen him around here before, which made his statement all the more odd. Due to her intense route she had to take to work, she would always end up at that particular bus stop. It was commonplace for her to meet other people who took the same bus quite often, but she never met him before, or even saw him. At least, she didn’t think so. She would remember his face.

“Do you come here often? I suppose I’m always at this stop,” she explained, moving her gaze down to her feet. They were hurting as her black shoes were too tight for her, but she neither had the time nor motivation to go out and look for new ones. 

As she started to get less nervous, her tone and demeanor seemed to calm down. Her sentences shortened and she wasn’t as jumpy. She cursed herself for being that way--nervous and obnoxious when meeting new people--but it was hard to change, especially when making a fool of yourself. And dropping her water bottle and then inquiring too quickly about people was definitely making a fool of herself.

[mpleforest-blog]

romance headcanons!!!

minhee:

straight. minhee has dated quite a few men in her past, but very rarely have they amounted to much.

her longest relationship was a year and two months. they broke up mutually after realizing it wasn’t the same anymore.

her type is usually serious, quiet men. she is attracted to people who she perceives as similar to herself.

despite being a teacher, she doesn’t want kids until she’s a bit older.

amaya:

bisexual, but very reluctant to admit it.

has never dated anyone in the past and isn’t very interested. she has kissed one person before (another delinquent boy who lived in her hometown, but it didn’t mean anything to either of them)

she generally is attracted to men of similar standing as her, but likes feminine girls. 

wouldn’t admit it, but she is a bit frightened to date, as she doesn’t know much about it.

[mpleforest-blog]

@jxeyeon: minhee & jaeyeon.

Jaeyeon wasn’t the biggest fan of taking public transportation. But sometimes it proved to be more convenient than taking his own car. Not necessarily in the traditional sense of the word, but in the fact that it was less conspicuous. There was no car to be recognized, no plate to snap a picture of. That didn’t mean that he was completely in the clear, however, but after being in the game for so long, he knew how to be discreet.

But of course, one of the downsides of taking the bus was that he had to go by their schedule. His entire body felt like it was aching, and there was nothing he wanted more than to be back at his apartment. Alone. But he had to wait.

Truth be told, he was so consumed in his own thoughts that he barely even noticed the woman’s presence. That was, until her bottle was tapping against his foot. A hand with bruised, bloody knuckles instinctively reached down to grab it - but she got there first. And so it was just as instinctually that it returned to his pocket as his gaze finally fixated on her, looking her over.

“It’s fine,” he said as he eyed the bag she had with her, his voice lacking any sort of emotion, “But maybe you should think about getting an extra bag. Harder for things to run away that way.”

Her eyes momentarily flitted to the bruised hand, worry crossing her brown eyes. But a blush quickly swept her cheeks and so when she had stood up, she stayed silent for a few beats. She usually considered herself cool, collected, nonchalant, but why did she feel so nervous? It could be that she was tired, maybe, but maybe, deep down, she knew she was just as much of a dork as everyone else. She was confused, worn out, and lost (in the metaphorical sense, of course), so maybe it was all coming out in a vomit of clumsiness.

His kind words soothed her and she smiled softly. Her reply was an attempt to stay calm, not shaky, as she was unhappy with embarrassing herself in front of a stranger, “I considered another bag, but I find having all my things in one easier. Being a teacher, it’s better when everything is just in one place.” She turned to face the man as she spoke. 

However, something was tugging at her mind--his hand. Was he okay? Did he need some first aid, or anything of the sort? Without much thought, she opened her bag and began digging through it. Soon, she pulled out a box of colorful band-aids. Originally, she bought them for her students, as they preferred flashy characters on their band-aids as compared with the skin colored type. They would have to do in this situation. She held out the box.

“I saw, uh, that your hand looked injured. Do you need a band-aid? I have plenty. I think I also--” she paused to look into her bag again. “I also have some anti-infection spray.” Another nervous smile.