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I love finding little gems like these 😭 Millard Nullings, oh how I've missed you

The Phoenix Ymbryne ||  Millard Nullings

Pairing: Millard Nullings x Fem!Reader

Devil’s Acre Era (includes events in TDODA)

Word Count: 2.3k words

Summary: You are a peculiar who can take the form of a Phoenix. Wights were a constant threat until an invisible boy takes you to your new home. Getting to know him made you realize your purpose and the worth of all you’ve been through.

A/n: this fic includes South-East Asian references and i wrote it in a way you’ll learn easily. so whatever your race is, step inside Y/n’s boots and enjoy this adventure fluff. 

︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・༺❀༻・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ︵‿︵‿︵

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Every time I think about the movie I cringe, as much as I love it, because it was my introduction to the series...after reading the books it just so disappointing 😭

While I can appreciate both the mphfpc film and the books in their own separate sense, I just can’t help but criticise the film for some of the changes they made.

The aging down of Bronwyn and the aging up of Olive got rid of Bronwyn’s protective trait of the two younger girls.

The peculiarity switch between Emma and Olive was also so pointless. I mean I guess that it kind of makes sense with Emma being like the main “love interest” and her being the zephyr kind of fits more with Burton’s aesthetic, but it’s still very annoying, we deserved firey Emma.

The loop day. What was the purpose of changing the year to 1943 instead of 1940? It makes no sense, just keep it at 1940.

The postcard from Alma. In the books it was 15 years ago, which allowed for more doubt as to whether she would be alive or not. Reducing it to 2 years takes that away.

Every time I rewatch the film and I see the Olive/Enoch relationship I feel sick to my stomach. Enough said

Fiona’s entire character was ripped away and rewritten. Yes her backstory may have been considered too dark for the film, but come on you didn’t have to age her down, reduce her peculiarity and take away her selective mutism.

The aging down of Hugh, Millard and Horace really annoy me. Why are they children? I wanted sassy 17 year old Millard who is angsty and studious and sarcastic, Hugh who both loves and hates being peculiar and is devoted to Fiona, Horace being SCARED of his peculiarity.

I also feel robbed that we didn’t get Emma and Millard kidnapping and interrogating Jake when they first meet him. Or the whole thing with Martin and them having to fight the hollowgast. “Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace” you will always be famous.

Even though Alma Peregrine wasn’t accurate in the film, I am in love with how Eva Green portrays her, and how clearly her study of peregrine falcons comes into her acting.

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not even fanfics helping everything is smut nowadays like DAMN IM NOT IN THE DAMN MOOD

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Changbin has me HOLLERING 🤣🤣🤣🤣😭

Accidental Pregnancy | SKZ Fake Texts - Hyung line Maknae Line

Pairing: Reader x ot8 (hyung line) Genre: fake texts/reactions, fluff, comfort, and very light angst (chan and hyunjin) Requested: Yes Warnings: pregnancy, images of pregnancy tests, talk of drunk sex, swearing A/N: I'm still sort of on a break, thank you for being patient with me. Maknae line will be posted later. Take care of yourselves <3

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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

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are you guys ever reading a good fic and then the author just adds a random terrible line and you just stare at it like this:

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When you look for a fic on Tag Reader and the main character already has a name and social security number...

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Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Oh Cramp! (Period kind of conversations) mix of wholesome/funny texts

Warning: mentions of periods/menstrual cycle, blood, suggestive, death threats (joke)

── all fake texts

Combined requests.

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Ok I'm sorry but if I see one more story labeled x reader and when I go to read it your fugly ass OC named 'nicole' or 'bridget' are in there IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MIND! THAT IS NOT X READER! I know some of you could say "well just switch it out with your name"

NO I WILL NOT! ITS ABOUT THE PRINCIPLE OF FALSE ADVERTISING! STOP IT!

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

And if you are one of the people that does this... I will find you and it will not be pretty

No hate to you if your name is nicole or bridget those re just examples

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Vampire hunter D

‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ . 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 ✧ vampire hunter D x reader

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚D is a lonesome creature. His existence a barren sand-timer. Nothing lost and nothing gained. He's not keen to capture the eyes of humans- his years of existence proving to him over and over again that attachments are sentimental and brief. It's not worth the ache. However he finds himself contemplating whenever his eyes find your figure.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚He's very quiet and contemplative. He seems to be in his head a lot, often caught in a spiral of overthinking. His company is often silent- always playing the part of the listener, and not the talker. It's a role he's always found himself slipping into with ease- and with you, it's more than natural. Hes guilty of admitting he likes the sound of your voice. He'd listen to it for eternity if he could. You never know though, often missing the softness in his eyes and how gently he treats you.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚D is a rather nonchalant and solemn individual. He keeps his head lowered and eyes ahead focused on his job, and has very strong opinions and ethics around vampires and humans (including himself). His loathe and distrust for the immortal creatures always keep him on edge- and trapped within himself when it comes to you. He couldn't turn you. That would be out of the question- he'd have you for eternity, yes, but at such a cost? There is no way he'd allow that. He'd never want you to bear the suffering of becoming a no-life creature. Always cold...always hungry. The least he can do is ensure you live a long happy life where you are loved and safe- even if it means the cost of becoming alone again, it's something he'd risk.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚Very very lonely. Keeps the world at an arms length, he seldom sticks around because he's not keen on making attachments to people. He keeps himself lonely to save himself from the inevitable pain of being left behind. So when he comes across something precious like you who manages to stir these troublesome emotions within him, it's an internal battle for him. The parasite is always the one to air out his dirty laundry- you can't stand being in love with her, can't you D? Oh this is tearing you up inside huh pretty boy? Can't look away, but can't bear to watch either. Tut tut.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚Pushes and overworks himself a lot. (His odd parasite thingy is always scolding him to take care of his body better). You'll probably find yourself reminding him to take a break and rest now and then, just to save him from overexerting himself again and collapsing. The first time you saw him smile was when you stood upon your toes to shield him beneath your parasol during a walk together. It was faint- subtle and gentle, but it was there. He's secretly very thankful that you are so caring towards him. He doesn't feel so deserving.

. ‧ ₊ ⊹˚ He's very respectful and gentle with you. It's rather unbelievable to see such a mysterious and ethereal creature that seemed to teeter upon the blade's edge of beauty and horror be so careful with you. Opening doors, shielding you from the rain with his cape, holding your things for you if you were to ever ask, walking you home to ensure your safety- even carry you upon his back or lifting you upon his horse if you are ever injured are all friendly and helpful things he'd probably not bother to follow through with anyone else. He's not cruel or unkind- just distant. So him allowing himself to do such intimate things in his eyes is a big deal. His voice is so so soft and solemn when he speaks to you- sharing whispered secrets and oaths late at night amongst the crackle of fire and chirping of crickets. Things he's never uttered before, not that you know of course.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚He's a gentle creature to you. Soft gazes that linger too long for his own comfort, and yet he cannot bear to look away. You're haunting him, day and night. Often every waking moment is occupied with your existence, the constant leering and scolding of the parasite hissing and whispering into his ear. Worming into his consciousness, seeing everything.

‧ ₊ ⊹˚You best believe him and the parasite are always bickering. Poor D is often the ongoing victim of teasing and berating. Hissing and muttering under his breath, casting his gaze away from yours.

."Here you go again D, wanting something you can't have- mpfth!"

. He'll clench his fist tight, till his knuckles ached and turned bone white. Troubled... And irked.

. "You are to be kept out of this". He'll warn, his tone soft yet final. Unwavering as the parasite utters a muffled croaky crackle. Oh he does enjoy getting under his skin like this- and it seems he's found a sensitive spot. You.

.‧ ₊ ⊹˚He's unfamiliar with the attachment taking him this strongly. So... Latching. Surely he's come and gone from the delicate mortal loves that he's come across throughout his existence, and although their faded memories still linger like mist- he can't seem to unlatch himself off you. He needs you he can't have you.

Whenever he looks at you, his eyes are always full of melancholy. Like you have already left his life, his heart guarding itself from the inevitable occurrence of your loss. He's trying to confront these feelings early on to numb the pain later on. Please don't bring up the times where he has ever so softly stroked your face whilst you were supposedly fast asleep, or how you do notice his constant stares. He hides his embarrassment well but please spare him. Let him have this little thing for himself whilst he can.

‧ ₊ ⊹˚Overall, you'll have a very broody yet gentle dhampir looking after you for a while yet. He cares for you deeply, so deeply you may not even be able to fathom it with your mortal soul- regardless of his cool sullen gazes and soft slow actions, but you are precious to him. Enjoy your mysterious bodyguard for life!

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Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust (2000)

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POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

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This was so

What Remains - Cupid's On Holiday

Notes: There is nothing but angst here. I'm sorry. The idea hit me out of nowhere and this happened. Now, this takes place within Cupid's On Holiday's original universe! Not the one where all the drabbles have happened so far. The one where Seokjin left at the end of the first fic. Happy reading! ❤️

There's something surreal about this moment.

Yoongi tugs at the fraying strings of his old quilt, patchwork and worn, thrown over his legs for warmth. A stray, uncut and forgotten thorn pricks his finger, and ruby red blooms from the wound.

There's a scrape, metal on concrete, the one, single second of silence, and then the thud of dirt hitting a casket seven feet below. The clouds block the sun, and the wind that blows by is cold, and Yoongi scowls. You always hated the cold. How dare the sun not shine on today of all days.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, warm despite the chill in the air. His son, now a man with greying strands at his temples, stands beside him, his wife at his side. Their children—his grandchildren—watch in solemn silence, the youngest clutching their mother’s coat.

He wonders, briefly, if they remember you. If they’ll recall the way you used to hum in the kitchen, how you smelled of fresh linen and soft jasmine. If they’ll tell their children stories about the woman who made a house a home, the woman who loved them fiercely, quietly, endlessly.

The young nurse leans down, voice gentle. "Mr. Min, Mr. Jung is here."

Hoseok takes his time, meandering over; his old knees just aren't what they used to be. He offers a smile, the same as it always was, bright enough to rival the sun, even now. The sound of his cane is muffled by the soft green grass as he comes to stand next to Yoongi. His wife, standing a little ways back, dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Jungkook is here too, somewhere in the crowd of mourners, his hand clasped around his wife's. His hair is streaked with silver now, but his eyes hold the same boyish warmth they always have. He doesn’t cry, not openly, but Yoongi catches the way his fingers tighten around hers, like he’s grounding himself.

The nurse pushes the wheelchair forward, allowing Yoongi to lay a single red rose atop your final resting place.

There’s a chill down his spine that has nothing to do with the weather, and as the nurse pulls the wheelchair back into place, Yoongi’s eyes scan the graveyard.

In the distance, under a tree, a figure looms. Dark against the endless mounds of erected gravestones.

He grips Hoseok’s sleeve and tugs, and in turn, Hoseok whispers something to the young nurse. Hoseok takes her place behind Yoongi and pushes his wheelchair toward the old tree.

The man clad in black—quite unlike him, if Yoongi’s memory serves him well—keeps his gaze fixed on the burial site.

He looks exactly the same.

Yoongi remembers. The last time he saw this man, many, many years ago, he was stepping into an elevator. He had that same look on his face, like he’d lost something precious. The way you had lost something that day.

You weren’t quite the same after that. Of course, you were still you. At your very essence, you remained true. But… something was missing. And for years, Yoongi wondered what it was.

Your luck wasn’t much better with romance, and after a couple of failures on both your ends, Yoongi made good on his promise.

It was never a grand love affair, not in the way people dream of, but it was steady. It was built on something unshakable, an understanding between two people who had no one else. And so, together, you built a life—one filled with laughter and quiet joys, with the warmth of family filling the spaces where loneliness once lingered.

There were no grand declarations, no whirlwind romances, but there was love. Real, steady, unshaken love. You had a son, a little hand that once wrapped around your finger, a bright-eyed soul who carried pieces of both you and Yoongi into the world.

And later, there were echoes of small feet running through your home, laughter spilling like golden light through the halls—grandchildren, if only for a time.

You lived. As though the man who once stood at the crossroads of your fate had never been there at all. Because that was what he had wanted. For you to live, to find happiness, to carve a life in the years he could not walk beside you. And so you did.

You were a wonderful partner and friend. His best friend.

But the man before him held your heart, even if you hadn’t known.

You hadn’t remembered.

Yoongi had.

It came in snippets and dreams, fragmented and broken, but one figure was always present in your smiles.

"Seokjin."

The man -- that isn't a man at all -- finally looks at him. It boggles Yoongi’s mind that he’s sitting in a wheelchair, withered and aged by time and the world, and Kim Seokjin hasn’t aged a day.

"Thank you for looking after her, my friend." His voice seems far away and close all at once, like Yoongi is sat in the middle of a tunnel with bouncing sounds. "I’m glad it was you, at least."

He seems sad. There’s a sadness to his visage, to his voice. He looks like he did that day, in the hallway of an apartment building that no longer exists.

"I made her a promise."

Seokjin nods, a chilly wind shifting his hair against his forehead. "Yes, I know." He sighs, and then, he smiles. "A promise well kept."

Yoongi hums, "Did you at least visit her one last time?"

There are some things he’s come to know with time. He’s had enough of it to figure things out. He isn’t surprised to see Seokjin here, looking the way he does. Those little dreams and memories over the years gave a lot away. And Yoongi has seen him here and there. Always at times when something big was happening—his wedding to you, the birth of your son, his grandchildren.

Seokjin weaves in and out, like an echo, a shadow in the corner of Yoongi’s eye.

"In a dream," Seokjin says. "She wasn’t particularly happy it took me so long."

Yoongi’s laugh tapers off into a cough, but he smiles all the same. "Sounds like her."

Seokjin chuckles softly, something distant in the sound. His gaze drifts to the gravestones, unreadable, before shifting back to Yoongi. "It’s time."

Yoongi knows. He can feel it deep in his bones, in the way his breath has felt heavier these days, in the way the world seems just a little quieter. The kind of quiet that settles before a storm.

He glances back at Hoseok, his oldest friend, standing by the wheelchair with knowing eyes. There’s sorrow there, but also peace. Jungkook is a little farther off, watching with an unreadable expression. His wife is beside him, her fingers woven tightly through his.

Yoongi turns back to Seokjin, tilting his head slightly. "Will she be mad if I make her wait?"

Seokjin smiles, something like fondness in his expression. "She’ll understand."

Yoongi hums again, the sound barely above the wind. He leans back into his chair, letting the cold settle in his bones.

"Then just a little while longer."

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Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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My friend said that the Lord of the Rings is a male based fandom. PROVE HIM WRONG AND REBLOG IF YOU'RE A GIRL AND A FAN OF LOTR!

I AM NO MAN