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Friendly neighborhood potato/any pronouns/26 but has the aches of a long dead mummy. Official Cryptid Parental Unit™ that drinks too much caffeine with a heart issue. Sleep is for the weak. It’s me. I’m the weak. (SchrodingersWriting on ao3)

[mysterypotatoink]

Hello all and welcome to the Pride Ring and Prejudice prompt challenge hosted by Bapple’s Orchard!

We’re pleased to show the incredible works and collaborative effort from the server! A true mix of the arts! Literary, mixed media, and musical!

Thank you everyone for your contributions!

Stories:

One Word to Lift the Pain of Life an Alastor x Reader piece by the lovely @fraugwinska

Moonlight on Canvas an Alastor x Reader piece by our beloved @macabr3-barbi3 who ALSO did a lovely musical composition!!!

Melodies of the Heart a radio static piece by the endeering @reinthechaosdeer

Return to Radio Hall a radio static piece by the one antler only @impale-me-radio-daddy

Desperate Maneuvers a radio static piece by our bluest dear @miz-blue

Unmasked a radio static piece by the pastel love of our lives @slutforalastor

Long run the fox an Alastor and Vox friendship piece by the deerling @/nianqiu on ao3

Artwork:

A splendid human!au Al and Vox gem by the incredible @geikurre

An INSANE radio static animatic by our artistic queen @tarokitsu

My own incredibly late addition LOL my radiocotton take on Planning the Grand Tour

Musical arrangements:

Something About Us a musical arrangement by @macabr3-barbi3

[marigoldendragon]

Epel's time in the spelldrive club is heavily supervised from now on.

[tim-official]

:3 <- smile for cats, dogs :) <- smile for humans :] <- smile for reptiles, amphibians :> <- smile for birds := <- smile for insects (: <- smile for sinister humans

[bloodofthepen]

Lachesis (Obey Me!)

Lachesis: in ancient Greek religion, the second of the three Fates, Disposer of Lots, the measurer of thread.

Rating: T

Ship: Barbatos/MC

POV: Second Person

Chapters: ¼ (Part II here)

[Read on AO3]

Part I: The Spinner

You suspect there are things about the Devildom that are purposefully hidden from you. 

It starts small. You’re warned at the beginning that other demons might eat you without thinking twice, but it’s never explained why. However, you can surmise for yourself that, beyond the possibility of humans tasting quite delicious, this makes perfect sense. As an exchange student—practically a diplomat, a representative of Humanity—you’re inevitably a prime political target for any dissenting parties among the Devildom’s subjects. 

And there must be dissent, though you’ve never seen evidence of it. Lord Diavolo is handling a delicate political agenda; pushing for peace among the three realms implies the existence of discord. You’re not an idiot; this isn’t the first time you’ve studied in a college or heard of the politics of kings and warring realms, though the time for the former has, largely, long since passed in your world.

At first, you didn’t pay much attention, but the signs only grew and multiplied. Being allowed to attend every Student Council Meeting, before suddenly being barred from entry one Monday afternoon and being told not to worry—that the trivial politics on the agenda wouldn’t have interested you anyway—was the first time you really noticed. It happened at least once a month after that, afternoons ending with you bundled away to RAD’s library to finish homework or pawned off on Solomon and a handful of Little D’s to practice resisting demonic influence. On rare occasions, Barbatos would be waiting outside the doors to whisk you away for tea instead. 

You try your luck one such day to find out more. 

“This is the fourth time,” you say, before reaching for your cup. 

“Yes,” the butler agrees amicably, the faintest trace of a smile on his mouth that never seems to change. He looks constantly serene, with a knowing glint in his eye that inspires frustration more often than not.

“I understand it’s political,” you try again, taking a sip. The tea is really remarkable; it always is when Barbatos brews it. You wonder if the ingredients are grown in the Devildom or if they have to be imported from the Human Realm. 

He takes a sip, too. “Indeed.” One step beyond frustrating is infuriating.

Keep reading

[mysterypotatoink]

Buckle in and prepare yourselves for the best Obey Me! Fic I’ve ever read.

The author is brilliant. The writing is phenomenal. The imagery, subliminal messages, and double meanings to every tea, sweet, and flower all create one of the best stories, not just in this fandom, that I’ve read.

They’ve, over the years, made a novel of epic proportions.

I truly cannot recommend this fic enough. With the newest, and final, chapter just uploaded I’m giving the entire story another read through and just had to share this with anyone who may be even the smallest bit interested.

This series gives me ALL the feels and has literally, I kid you not, woken me up in the night in a cold sweat with the intense need to finish the chapter I was reading before going to sleep.

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[mysterypotatoink]

I love this so much

How lovely

[youwouldntmakeablog]

[ID: the "You wouldn't download a car" meme rewritten to say "You wouldn't cult a lamb" /END ID]

[ramshacklemouse]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends forever

summary: a beaded competition for yuu's affections type of post: drabbles characters: all students additional info: platonic or romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, based on an ask I got a while ago, fluffy, predictable sappy ending

Word travels fast at Night Raven College.

Gossip, secrets, whispers exchanged in the darkened halls, from student to professor, to professor to ghost, to student again.

The Ramshackle Prefect was beaming, bright as the dawn itself on Monday morning, a string of blue plastic beads on one arm. They seldom smiled so much, and for good reason- but Monday, they were glowing, holding out their wrist, and telling anyone who would listen about the gift their "best friend" had given them. It was an enthralling sight.

Deuce Spade, the poor, sweet boy, had become patient zero.

Word travels faster at Night Raven College when it's about the Prefect.

Deuce Spade had claimed title of best friend with a string and sixteen translucent plastic beads, something that made Ace Trappola itch. He didn't care! He didn't! Of course, he stayed up all night, trying and failing and trying again, to tie the tiny knot on a black-and-red beaded bracelet. But that didn't mean he cared!

It's on your arm, right above Deuce's, on Tuesday.

"Thank you, Ace!" you had smiled, announcing it to the entire unbirthday party. "You really are my best friend!"

Ace looked over his shoulder to smugly grin at his dormmates. "Aww, this old thing? It's nothing, just thought your wrist looked a little lonely with only one,"

It was a rather strange sight: the housewarden of Heartslabyul, his scepter and crown set to the side, his back hunched as he strung black, red, and gold beads over his desk that night. Riddle Rosehearts marched over to you first thing in the morning, set his bracelet in your waiting palm, and marched away, his face redder than his hair.

Trey Clover had forgotten all about homework, promising Deuce two week's worth of dish duty in exchange for beads and string. Forest green and black. He was too shy to give it to you himself, and left it at your doorstep in a basket of tea leaves and leftover tart. It smells of vanilla.

Cater Diamond made sure to snap a pic of his bracelet on your arm, black, red, and orange beads, with his and your initials right next to each other. "#BFFs #besties"

His Magicam story was viewed over 6,000 times.

...Mostly by the same people, over and over.

Ruggie Bucchi had a different take on the situation. See, he didn't have the kinda cash to spend on beads and string and fancy charms, and so you wore a striking dandelion crown to your classes on Thursday morning.

Jack Howl braided you a simple, brown-stringed band to wear on your wrist or ankle or wherever you liked it. You had told him you loved it, rumor said.

Then, all came to a halt.

Word spread that Leona Kingscholar had tried gifting you an expensive, golden-beaded bracelet from his home, (one that would haven taken up half your forearm), and you had refused it. You couldn't possibly accept such a nice gift, you said.

You would, as it seemed, only accept handmade friendship bracelets.

Kalim al-Asim kept Jamil Viper up all night, weaving and unweaving, beading and unbeading, doing and redoing and redoing again, until he had perfected your friendship bracelet in all colors of the rainbow. Little did he know that Jamil had already given you one that afternoon. It smelled of spices, giving away the fact that he had made it in between cooking meals.

Azul Ashengrotto told his staff he was taking a morning off to study, went to the beach, and collected shells in every shape and color. He strung them on black fishing line, and smiled as he gave them to you, free of charge. "Just something to remember me by when I'm away," he said, his face redder than it felt.

Floyd Leech had started one, but became bored of the tedious beading after ten minutes and decided to dedicate his next basketball win to you instead. Jade Leech finished it, and, while his brother was distracted, lined the teal-and-black striped beads with mushroom-shaped charms.

Vil Schoenheit never half-asses anything, friendship bracelet or not. He would do most anything to hear those sweet words of thanks on your lips (not that he'd admit it), even if that means taking hours out of his busy schedule to dye white yarn in wine and weave it with his gilded initials and red, bejeweled hearts. He likes seeing himself on you.

Rook Hunt, ever the nonconformist, fashions you a necklace out of broken bow strings and an arrowhead from his favorite quiver. He puts it on you himself, his fingers brushing against your throat and lingering on the back of your neck for a moment too long, as if enjoying the feeling of your heartbeat.

But Epel Felmier outdoes them all.

For on Friday morning, you come to class with a bracelet of lavender-painted wooden beads, his initials carved into the soft oak, and he comes in wearing the same bracelet, but with yours.

How had no one thought to make a matching one for themselves???

Idia Shroud 3D prints a bracelet in your favorite color, and Ortho Shroud engraves the flat surface with your favorite characters... they make two more for themselves, as if in a sort of secret club. It gives Idia quite the thrill to think about, though he'd never say it.

Sebek Zigvolt hmphs at the idea of showing such loyalty to a mere human, until Silver and Lilia Vanrouge return from an early morning stroll with baskets of acorns, flowers, and pine nuts for bracelet-making. Sebek and Silver both make theirs in earthy wooden tones and shimmering shades of rose and violet. Lilia sneaks in a few animal teeth and bone fragments. For good luck.

Malleus Draconia, tedious as it is, spends his Sunday morning spinning his own string, and lining it with beads, tiny in his hands, and small pieces of smooth glass and stone from Ramshackle. He gifts it to you with a blessing, a promise of your eternal friendship, in this world and the next.

By the end of the week, your arms are heavy with beads, shells, stone, nuts, flowers, and charms, covered from wrist to elbow. You can't move without sounding like a wind chime, jingling and clinking with each step.

Your friends eagerly await your praises, not-so-subtly asking which bracelet is your favorite, or, frankly, who is your best friend?

You promise an answer soon.

Thus, on Monday morning, you arrive with only one bracelet.

Sloppily made, in soft blues and grays, with the cut-out logo of a tuna can label stuck to your wrist, and a smiling Grim holding the hand beneath it.

[honehonn3honey]

I made this little drawing for people with aphantasia like me! It may be a bit difficult even if the description is wonderful

This kind of details confuse me but the how each character did it with so much dedication! I loved that

Couldn’t they be cuter? I have so many things to say! When changing size all the bracelets for a mistake, most of the textures were lost. Formental health have left them as they are haha

I gave him a lot of symbolism as they did so carefully. It’s just some children giving away objects, it’s quite cute

The Idia and Ortho bracelet is very varied for all readers, this is my personal taste (also the model it for us so it must have taken a long time)

[mysterypotatoink]

*cries in adorableness*

[fisheem4mmal]

Ä̴̛̠̫̮̠̠̥̱̩͓́̀̔̈̔͊̔̈́͛̊͘r̸̨͎̫̮̱͖͑ȩ̴̤̰̥̣͚̝̦̗͈͓͓̺̈́̎͝ͅ ̶̨͈͕̭͈̫̳̺̘̞̲̜̩̘̎̍̉̈͆̚ͅy̸͙̦̤̓̃̄͂̀͗́̈́́̕͝o̵̘͔͇̰͇̙̭̓͒̆̊̑̆̃̃ͅǔ̷̝̘̖̯̯̫̮̗̦̭̹̜͍̜ͅ ̸̛͙̞̫̲̪̄̀̒͗̀̑á̴̛͉̈́͛́̐̈́̈́̓̿̓̆́̉͌w̵̧̨̩͖͍̭̮̥̟̮̯̠͈̚ͅǎ̶̮͉̃̀͐́̀̾͐̕k̵̥̣̼̤̘̱̰̰̟͂e̶̢̬̲̖̫̪̼̺̜͇̻̫̹̩̅̈́̍̾̂̃?̵̨̛̈̐͆̋͒́̓̕

[so1987-deactivated20230102]

who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

[so1987-deactivated20230102]

okay

these are the executive functions. impairment of these functions is executive dysfunction

[dailypattondoodles]

Oh.

OH

[lurlur]

Girl, help. None of my executives are functioning

[zetrystan]

Technically true.

[zetrystan]

He got the job.

[zetrystan]

He takes his job seriously.

[zetrystan]

Prof Rad over on youtube dubbed the Wolf Hunter comic (click here)! 

Go check it out and give them some support! :) (also the end killed me haha) ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎

[zetrystan]

The farmer sheared the sheep, and it was used to make a gift for Wolf Hunter, so…

[zetrystan]

Wolf Hunter goes to the village markets.

[zetrystan]

Wolf Hunter and his conga line of sheep.

[zetrystan]

Wolf Hunter was looking for them for a while.

[mysterypotatoink]

This makes me unreasonably happy

[scumbagsblog]

where's that masterpost of quotes that have no right going as hard as they do. I'd like to submit "Protagonism is best left to teens and the insane"

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Every time I consider making a sandwich I think of this fucking tweet.

The stupid thing is that it puts me in the mindset of being an NPC looking forward to a balanced, delicious, good-looking sandwich, instead of some vegemite half-heartedly smeared between a couple of bits of bread. So now I'm like "well if my goal is Sandwich, it should be a good sandwich". I mean it's gotta look good in the thought bubble right? Some guy wandering around in a computer game would be imagining a picture of a ham and cheese toastie AT MINIMUM, probably with tomato and some greens in there. Possibly he'd imagine a full on sub sandwich.

I have started putting actual effort into making tastier, prettier sandwiches. Because of this fucking tweet.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#tricked into eating healthy by autism wanting the meme to be happy

Okay listen,

[probablyasocialecologist]

[aurorasulphur]

People once said the same about gloves. Washing our hands before treating patients. Fresh needles every time. We can change.

[mysterypotatoink]

Interesting fact: the guy that realized “hey going from autopsies to live births without washing hands seems to cause infections” decided to implement hand washing before helping with labor for the drs in that ward. Guess what! It helped!

When he presented that information the drs were so appalled at the idea that THEY could be spreading disease they ridiculed him.

Later he died after getting an infection in a mental institution.

We are at the point in the Kuhn cycle where a paradigm is shifting y’all. Accept the change for the betterment of health practices.

[mysterypotatoink]

Guess who's on a laptop now fiends and friends? Be prepared for the boopening cause every boop I've done before this was on mobile MUAHAHAHAHAHA

[okcassin]

getting you getting you getting yu getting you getting yuo getting you getting u

[phosphorus-noodles]

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

[phosphorus-noodles]

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from tricks/jumpscares/etc on halloween but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

[theweirdwideweb]

Dudes healthcare is so fake. My ADHD meds are $940 without insurance. But they gave me a website of "coupons" which straight up looks like a scam website, and I got it today for $60! Just a coupon from a random website and it was $900 cheaper. America, I am confusion!! America explain!!

[theweirdwideweb]

For all my uninsured judys out there it's for Walgreens only: walgreens.rxsense.com

[theweirdwideweb]

[handsmotif]

as a pharmacy technician i can share with you some websites that give you those "coupons" for your meds!

goodrx is the most well known one, but if i'm trying to find the cheapest price for a patient i compare it to scriptcycle, and use whichever is offering the best price. you just type in the medication (PLEASE make sure you're getting the right drug, dosage, and quantity) and your zip code and they will spit out some offers for you

some pharmacies may have their own discount card to compare to as well!

if you are getting a name brand medication, you can also look at the manufacturer's website to see if they offer any evouchers for you to use too

good luck out there 👍

[mysterypotatoink]

Whenever someone was uninsured I use to run these coupons automatically. Was I supposed to according to corporate? No

Did I do it anyway cause fuck medication costs? Absolutely

We got a lot of uninsured foreigners on vacation who would come in for antibiotics for their sick kid and get whiplash when I told them their liquid amoxicillin was 700$ without insurance. I always asked if they had insurance and if they didn’t I’d be like: want me to apply an rx savings coupon?

I had like 6 coupon codes memorized and would input them in to find the cheapest one for the medicine.

A lot of name brands are still expensive but it can cost thousands of dollars less with a coupon. (Yes THOUSANDS: I use to dig pretty regularly for rx codes for some of my patients who were low insured and were unable to afford their heart meds otherwise, and don’t even get me started on the donut hole issue with some patients).

There are OPTIONS

Don’t take the price rolling over. If you can, tell your Dr, if your Dr can’t help with the price ASK YOUR PHARMACY TECH OR PHARMACIST. I’ve gotten someone’s week of post surgery pain meds down from 200$ to like 7$ because their insurance didn’t cover opiates (yes I’m serious this guy just had knee surgery and his insurance wouldn’t cover the pain meds for recovery).

If I as a pharmacy tech could get your meds more accessible to you I would! Most of us techs will! No one understands the BS of pharmaceuticals like a pharmacy worker, please ask for help if you need it and we’ll try to steer you in the right direction.

[jeun-bug]

some more!! hehe

[mysterypotatoink]

These are amazing 🤣