#back to a more consistent writing schedule hopefully

[minijenn]

Story Summary: After spending five years stuck in the World of the Ocean King, Link returns to the Great Sea, only to find it changed beyond recognition. His friends and family view him as a traitor, accusing him of causing chaos across the ocean. With his allies all turned against him and a curse threatening to take his life, he sets out to reconnect with the one person who may be able to clear his name: Tetra.

Meanwhile, something sinister is rising over the Great Sea--a shadow seeking to spill the hero's blood and revive its fallen master. And this time, Link may not be strong enough to stop it on his own.

Ships: Link/Tetra

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, Trauma, Violence, Blood and Injury, Torture, Harm to Children, Psycological Trauma

Chapter Summary: A lost hero finally finds his way home... but at what cost? Two Years Later “This is a pointless waste of time,” Linebeck scowls. He spits a mouthful of tobacco juice over the side of the S.S. Linebeck , into the ocean. Across the deck, Ciela cringes; how the captain recently developed such an affinity for such a foul habit, she has no idea. But she doesn’t intend to scold him about it, not unless he manages to inspire Link to pick it up too. “Always is, every time we do this.” “If it’s important to Link, then it isn’t a waste,” Ciela flies a bit closer. Even from a distance, she can smell the tobacco on the captain’s breath. Still, she holds her tongue. At least about that. “Who knows? Maybe Astrid will actually have some new information for him this time!” “Yeah, and maybe I’ll search my pockets and find a million rupees!” Linebeck snarks. He puts on a show of doing exactly that, pulling out his blatantly empty pockets to further prove his point. He rolls his eyes when he hears Ciela let out an aggravated growl. “Look, I’m just saying,” he leans against the side of the boat, crosses his arms. “I don’t know why the kid insists on putting himself through this every few months. He gets his hopes sky high just for that clueless fortune teller to feed him the same bunch of nothing over and over again.  “You don’t know that!” Ciela argues. “It could be different this time! You never know.”

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[spencereidluver]

A is for About Time

july 07, 2008

summary: You’re paired up with Spencer on a mostly physiological case… He’s impressed with how many of his obscure references you understand and how you’re able to carry on conversations with him unlike anyone else.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: details of a case: strangulation, blood writing

“y/n and Reid, I need you to stay here at the station while the rest of us go search the area.” Hotch said, handing you and Spencer each a file. “There’s information about the case in here. The PD thinks we’re dealing with someone who is able to outsmart that of the normal man. We need both of your heads on this. Got it?”

You and Spencer both nodded. You were smart, no denying it, but you know he knows everything you know times two.

You’ve only been in the BAU six months, but you’d only need to know Spencer two minutes to know just how intelligent he is. You don’t quite understand why Hotch wants you to stay back on this case with him, but who are you to deny the man.

You and Spencer take the Manila folders and make your ways to the conference room. He does a little jog to catch up with you. “You know, I’ve never had anyone else stay back with me on cases like these.” He says as he slows his step to match yours.

“Yeah, we’ll maybe you’ve never had anyone quite on your level Dr. Reid.” you joke as you pull the glass door open. There’s a bulletin board with photos from the case. You see Spencer grimace at them out of your peripheral. No matter how many cases you go on, this is one thing that will never be easy for anyone in this job.

Spencer sprawls out his folder on the half-circle-shaped wooden table in the center of the small office. The first image is a photo from the crime scene. It’s a white brick wall with blood writing, it reads:

“in this moment, she was mine, mine, fair, perfectly pure and good”

“It’s a poem.” He says. “Porphyria’s Lover.”

You interrupt him, “a mid 1800’s poem written by Robert Browning.”

“You’ve heard of it?”

“A poem in which a beautiful woman’s lover strangles her with her own hair? Yeah I’ve heard of it.”

He flips through a few more pages in the folder. They’re all just copies of what’s on the bulletin. You’re not too sure why you were each given folders containing the same pictures, but I guess consistency is key in this job.

“I never took you as an 1800s poem freak, y/n.” He says with a smile that you can’t quite tell the intention behind.

“Maybe you’re not as many levels ahead of me as you thought, Dr. Reid.”

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It’s only day two of the case, but between stupid jokes and bonding over old literature, there’s only one thing you cannot seem to pinpoint the reasoning for. And probably the only way you’ll be able to directly connect to the unsub.

He’s working off a dating app. He searches for women who meet his physical criteria, then stalks them until he’s able to pounce. Smart guy. Very smart guy.

“The one thing I just cannot understand is why if the poem he’s working off of is so keen on blonde hair, why have only half of our victims been blondes?” Spencer says, reading through a print-out of the original poem.

“Maybe the women with brown hair were just more available?” You say, not sure if you believe it.

Spencer takes a sip of his coffee. “No, a man like this would want blondes. He’s working of the exact motive of the poem.”

“And he must have a lot of time with his victims to be able to strangle them with their hair.”

You and Spencer spend hours reading over the poem and investigating that photos. Hotch comes back to the station to bring photos from yet another crime scene. Another blonde. If anything, that takes you further from figuring him out, messing up the blonde-brown-blonde-brown victim order.

“There’s no way he’s picking these victims at random. He’d have to spend far too long watching them to know their work schedule to be able to get into their apartments.” Hotch says. “I need you guys to further analyze the poem. It could have the key and hopefully we can find him before he strikes again.”

You and Spencer spend a further hour and a half looking over and annotating the poem. You’re both about to give up on the poem when you notice something: the rhyme scheme.

“A-B-A-B-B,” you think outloud.

“What?” Spencer is confused.

“The rhyme scheme, Spencer. It’s A-B-A-B-B. Auburn-Blonde-Auburn-Blonde-Blonde. That has to be it!”

“So he’ll go back to the beginning. He’s looking for his next victim with auburn hair, just like Julia Dempsey and Katie Flanagan. Nice catch, y/n. We’ve gotta call Hotch.”

He pulls out his phone and dials the eight digits quickly. He fills in Hotch on the info you find as you email over to Garcia. It’s only a matter of time before Morgan and Hotch move in on the man, Garcia finding him from a simple categorical search of dating profile preferences.

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You’re sat on the jet next to Spencer on your way home. You’re going on about old literature and artifacts pertaining to them. No one else understands a word either of you are saying, but they’re rather in awe of how the two of you are able to bounce off each other and carry on about, what to them, is utter nonsense.

It’s late. Early. Well, both. 2:47 AM. You’re leaned with your elbow on the table and your head in your hand looking at Spencer as he recites an old poem from memory. His voice is calm and warm. JJ and Emily are asleep in the booths next to you, Hotch minding his own in the back, and Rossi and Morgan make small talk a little closer to the front.

“y/n?” You hear your name being whispered.

You hum in response, opening your eyes to see a wide-eyed Spencer looking at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He says.

“It’s okay. I’m kinda glad you did, my neck would be sore when we land.”

“We’re still three hours from Virginia. Think you can make it that long?”

“Hell no, I’m exhausted.” You cross your arms on the table, laying your head in them as you try to get comfortable.

“That position may feel better on your neck, but it’ll do a number on your back in record time.”

“Well, Spencer, there’s only so much room to work with on this jet.”

“I can move so you can lay in the seat if you’d like. But that could also hurt your neck considering you’ll be lying flat and have no incline.”

“Well then why don’t you tell me the most comfortable position and let me sleep in peace.”

“Studies show the best position for sleeping without a pillow is leaning against a wall or something of an upright nature. But there are no walls to lean up against, so you’re pretty much out of luck there y/n.”

He shifts in his seat, reaching for the blanket behind him. He tosses it at you and settles back down. He sips from his coffee. No wonder he’s not going to sleep, he drinks coffee 15 out of the 24 hours in a day.

You scoot a bit closer to him, wrapping the blanket around yourself. You tip your head forward, groaning. Tiredness overcomes you more than it already has, making it near impossible to even keep your eyes open.

“Hey, Spence…” You look up at him. His head tilts down to meet your gaze, flattening his lips in form of a response. “Can I…” You let your sentence fade out, pushing yourself closer to him.

He softens his voice. “Hmm?”

Before he can even finish his hum your head has slumped on his shoulder and you’re already falling unconscious on him. You feel him reach his arm around you- pulling the blanket up- you assume. He does that, but his arm never leaves. His head flops gently on top of yours, his one unruly waft of hair falling over his face. You could stay like this forever.

“It’s about time those two realize how similar they are.” You hear Rossi’s gravely voice say.

And just like that, you’re asleep, in what is probably the most comfortable you’ve ever been in your life.

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next chapter: b is for Boy Genius

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

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a/n: hiii! i really hope you enjoyed the first chapter! chapter 2 will be released tomorrow! sorry if this one was a little boring, i promise the next chapter is more interesting. i'm just trying to set up the story a little before we get into it!

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[intheemptymirror]

bad habit !

idol!sumin x fem!reader

summary: sumin has a bad biting habit— and you are not exempt from it.

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings: biting (duh), a bit suggestive in the last scenario but it’s fluffy otherwise, sumin and reader are said to be the same age (20), in the first two scenarios sumin and reader aren’t dating yet (just crushes) but in the last two they are (//∇//)

a/n: my first xikers post! and also like my first full fic ever (⌒▽⌒) there’s a serious lack of xikers content on this site, i’ve already read through all of it 💀 but i hope this small fic is enough to make other roady’s on here happy too. i have a jinsik drabble im working on too so pls look forward to that (*´∇｀*) lowkey the second scenario gave me crazy butterflies like it made me giddy af (before the ending anyways) and i was the one that wrote it 😭 but i feel like my writing is super obviously amateur, which makes me a bit embarrassed but hopefully this is an enjoyable read anyways 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

sumin loved to use his teeth.

you found this out when you were both six and in elementary school and he bit you because you took the toy he was wanting to play with for recess. it went about as well as you’d imagine. you started crying before swinging the toy down and hitting sumin on the back with it, causing him to burst out into tears as well. in the end, both of your parents were called and you got the scolding of a life time from your mother when you got home.

sumin brought a sweet flavored candy the next day along with a slightly less sweet apology. he didn’t make eye contact with you and he mumbled out a simple “sorry” and nothing else before shoving the candy your way, but you accepted the both of them nonetheless. you gave him a toothy smile (which in sumin’s opinion was the sweetest thing he had with him that day, though he’d never admit it) before taking his hand in yours and dragging him out to play. despite the severely rocky start to your friendship, the both of you had been inseparable ever since.

maybe it was this first experience with each other that let you stay so close with each other even fourteen years later, because from the very beginning you knew what he was— a biter.

— !

the xiker’s boys had invited you over to one of their dorms for their monthly hangout night— ideally it would be a weekly thing, but their schedules never allowed for rest days that consistently. being sumin’s best friend since before he even knew about the existence of xikers, you had gotten pretty close with the rest of them. of course, sumin has and always will be your favorite— much to the disdain of the others.

you stood behind the couch with a smile on your face while seeun, minjae, and yechan occupied the cushions. all of your gazes were completely locked onto the tv, where a very intense and serious game of mario kart was occurring. “seeun, stop cheating!” minjae yelled out when said boy started to move into minjae’s space in an attempt to distract him, his body being bumped into yechan who was on his right. this only made yechan start to push back against minjae, eventually leading to the three boys getting into each others personal space in an attempt to completely sabotage their gameplay.

their shenanigans caused small giggles to leave your lips, completely unaware of the set of eyes that were locked onto you instead of the game. sumin stood off to the side by the dining table, leaning against the wall with a fond look on his face. when sumin had first thought of introducing you to his members, he was truthfully a little nervous. “what if they don’t like each other?” “what if they get into a fist fight?” “what if someone dies and the night is plagued with that experience forever and as a result they can never get along?” sumin knows now that all of those thoughts were absolutely ridiculous (some more so than others), but he truly just wanted all of his favorite people to like each other as much as he did.

“careful, if you stare any harder they might burst into flames.” the flat voice that seemingly appeared out of nowhere made sumin jump before he looked to his left where junghoon was eyeing him with his arms crossed and a knowing look on his face. sumin’s surprise relaxed before he tensed up again at junghoon’s implications. he forced out an awkward laugh and shook his head. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

junghoon didn’t say anything, but with a gaze like his, he didn’t really need to. his expression seemingly stayed the same, but sumin didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows subtly raised. sumin swallowed harshly and seemed to sink into himself as he looked away from junghoon in an unsuccessful attempt to escape his judgment. he looked back over to him before he let out a sigh of acceptance, reluctantly nodding gently. “yeah i know…” sumin mumbled before the sound of your laughter ringing through the air made him bring his attention back to you.

he smiled at how the sight of your smile filled his chest with warmth before he mindlessly started walking over to you, as if following you was simply second nature to him (and he really would follow you anywhere). he comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist, the sudden intrusion causing you to jump before you realize who it is and immediately relax. sumin rests his cheek on your shoulder and smiles up at you as you melt into his warmth. “hi.”

you raise your brow at him as the corner of your mouth starts to twitch up into a ghost of a smile. “hi.” you say back, making sumin’s grin grow before he nudges his face into the crook of your neck. you huff out a laugh and bring your hand up to tangle into his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nails. the gentle feeling of your hand in his hair made his body involuntarily relax as he sighed out against your neck, his warm breath sending a shiver up your spine. you turn your attention back to the tv in front of you, but you’re more focused on the way sumin’s warm hands feel pressed against your stomach, his thumb soothingly rubbing back and forth.

“sumin! come help us cut vegetables.” hunter’s voice called out for him from the kitchen, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden sound and causing sumin’s shoulders to slump and let out a loud groan in protest. “less whining, more helping!” sumin sighed before he smiled in defeat, his teeth brushing against your neck as if forewarning what was to come. he quickly tightened his arms around your waist and bit into your shoulder before unwrapping himself from you and running off to where hunter needed him. “hey!” your hand comes up to touch the spot on your shoulder where his teeth had been, a disbelieving smile on your lips. sumin turns, scrunches his nose and sticks his tongue out at you, before turning the corner and disappearing off into the kitchen.

— !

it was one of the very rare times sumin had been granted a break by KQ, and a week long one at that. the company decided that they deserved it after their hard work promoting their recent comeback, but if they asked you, you would’ve said they deserved it always. while some of the boys decided to stay at the dorms, others had ventured their way back home to visit family, sumin being one of them. despite still going to visit him at the dorms often, it never felt like it was enough, so you were over the moon to have him back for a whole week.

the first day or two you had left him alone to spend some much needed time with his parents and brother, but after that he had crawled his way back to you, claiming that it had been too long since he last saw you (two days) and pestering you non-stop to spend the night. ‘just like humans need water to survive, sumins need y/ns to survive,�� is what he had said, which only earned him an eyeroll and light smack to the head.

and so, you both laid side by side in the dark of his room, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window. you laid on your side with your hands rested in the empty space between you two, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other but not so close that you were actually touching.

you let out a soft giggle, trying your absolute hardest to stay quiet so as not to disturb his family from their sleep. “okay, okay. if you had to be stranded in the middle of space with any of your members, who would you pick?”

“i’d take my helmet off.” you let out a huff of air and smacked him on the arm, making sumin giggle out and put his hands up in surrender.

“okay, okay! i’m kidding! hm… jinsik.” sumin says with a decisive nod of his head. you smile and raise your eyebrows.

“really?” sumin lets out a small ‘mhm’ and nods making you hum in thought and nod slowly. a cheshire like smile grows on your face as an idea starts to form in your head. “that’s not that surprising i guess. if it was between being stuck in the middle of space with me or being stuck in the middle of space with jinsik, who would you choose?”

“you.”

he said the word with so much conviction, as if it was a message written by the hand of god himself and delivered to you through the mouth of sumin. the sturdiness of his word caught you off guard, your smile falling as everything grows quiet between the two of you. the rest of the world seems to fall away as you stare at him and he stares at you. you watch his eyes drift across your face: your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you let your own eyes wander down to his lips, swallowing harshly when his gaze snaps back up to your eyes and catches you.

his hand shifts in the bed slightly, as if he was scared that any sudden movements would scare you off entirely; would scare you off eternally. when you don’t do so much as even flinch, he takes a deep, shaky breath as if to steel himself before he stretches out his pinky to gently touch the soft side of your hand. you look down at your hands before looking back into sumin’s eyes, your own pinky moving to gently rest itself over his. you sit like that for a moment, interlocking your pinkies before he gently takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. you let the perfect feeling of his hand pressed against yours sink into your bones, seeping through the marrow to rest gently in the deepest part of your soul, where you decided it would stay protected for the rest of your life.

your heart stutters as he shuffles just that much closer, his eyes drifting back down to your lips. you subconsciously hold your breath in anticipation, the tension between you two looming over like a thick blanket. he blinks a few times, as if shaking a thought out of his head before he drags your connected hands up to his mouth and sinks his teeth into the plush skin on the side of your hand. you let out a gasp and squeal as you try to pry your hand from his assault, your joint laughters replacing the odd feeling that had overtaken the room previously. the tension disappeared, never to be mentioned again that night.

— !

you swung your arms back and forth as a gentle summer breeze blew through your hair, your sandals being held in one hand by the straps. you stared at the sandy ground, watching as the warm water of the ocean reached the tips of your toes only to slink back again as you waited for sumin to show up. you guys had been dating for about a month at this point and had hung out multiple times throughout, but this was your first official date. you had once mentioned to him offhandedly that you would’ve liked to go to the beach with a boyfriend, something you thought he would’ve long forgotten, but he surprised you when he asked if you were free that weekend, telling you he was taking you out on that date.

he had a short practice that morning so he told you to go on ahead and that he’d meet you there straight after. you were strung a bit tight from nerves, so you had gotten there about 15 minutes prior to the meet up time, so you knew you would be waiting a bit, but you still couldn’t help but feel nervous that maybe sumin was going to stand you up. you knew sumin, maybe even more than you knew yourself, so you know deep down he’d never do something like that, but your brain had a funny way of hating you, filling your head with negative thoughts. you gently walked back and forth a few paces along the shore line: what if he never shows up? what if after this date he decides he doesn’t really like me that way? what if he dies trying to meet me here?

“y/n!”

you hear a loud voice call for you from behind, turning to look over your shoulder at the source. and there he was: standing a few feet away at the top of the concrete steps leading to the beach, out of breath and a little sweaty, with a smile you thought burned you brighter than the hot summer sun ever could. sumin— your sumin.

you smile back and raise your hand to wave at him. he bolts towards you, skipping the last few steps of the stairs and stumbling from the unstable grounding of the sand before barreling towards you without any signs of slowing down. you giggle and brace yourself for impact before he reaches you, his arms coming out to wrap around your waist and lifting you up. he stumbles forward into the water, splashing some of it up onto you both, but neither of you can really bring yourselves to care all that much.

he shakes you around a bit before he sets you down, staring at you with a love sick smile as you giggle and fix your now messed up hair. “sorry i’m late.”

you shake your head at him. “you’re not late, i was just early.”

he pouts and affectionately squeezes your cheek between his pointer and thumb. “if i ever make you wait then that means i was late.” you scoff and roll your eyes at him but the sparkle in your eye never leaves. “now c’mon. we have a date to attend to.” he leans his face down close to yours, and you close your eyes and scrunch up your nose in surprise before his hot breath hits your cheek and his teeth sink into the warm skin on your face.

you blink in surprise at him as he pulls away with a teasing grin before it registers in your head what he had just done, your brows furrowing and your plump lips morphing into a pout. you had taken a deep breath in preparation to complain but before any words could be let out, he leaned down one more time to press a quick kiss to your cheek, clasping your hand in his and turning to walk towards one of the little food stands someone had set up along the coast. he stuck his tongue out at you through his teeth as if to say ‘gotcha’, but you couldn’t stop your own happy smile from forming on your face, your cheeks warming up from something other than the sun this time.

the feeling of his hand in yours feels different now than it did when you first took his hand on that playground all those years ago, but just like back then, it still feels like you’re holding something precious.

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sumin was currently at practice with the rest of his team members, but you missed him, so you were in his bed doom-scrolling on your phone while you waited for him to finish up with practice so you could surprise him. you check how much longer until sumin said he should be back: 30 minutes. you heave a loud sigh into the otherwise quiet room and drop your phone on the bed before closing your eyes and burying your face in his pillow, letting the scent of sumin’s cologne engulf you.

you’re not sure how long you lay like that, but pretty soon the sound of the door swinging open makes you lift your head from the fabric, looking over to the culprit. in the door frame stands an exhausted sumin, his movements sluggish and heavy. he looks up to find you tucked into his bed, his eyes lighting up when he catches sight of you, the view immediately filling him with new energy.

“baby!” he exclaims, dropping his bag on the floor unceremoniously before launching himself into your arms. you laugh at how he went from zero to one hundred in seemingly a split second as he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck. your arms come up to rest around his shoulders as your hand tangles into his soft hair. “missed you.” he mumbles out into your skin before pressing a kiss onto your neck, then your jaw, then your cheek, before your entire face has been touched by his lips. you giggle at the vibration of his words against your neck before the source of your laughs turn into the feeling of his lips on you, your hand on his back soothingly rubbing back and forth on his shoulder blades.

he pulls back to look into your eyes with a lovesick smile on his face, but you’re sure you look the same as you gaze into his eyes as well. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek. “tough practice?” you ask, but you already know the answer.

“you have no idea.” sumin replies, the tension in his shoulders relaxing as he huffs out a laugh before he takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth. already sensing what was happening, you rip your hand out of his grip with a knowing smile. the action only makes sumin laugh before he leans in to gently bite your jaw. you let out a small noise of protest and gently push and smack at his shoulders, but there’s not any force behind it. you break out into giggles as he bites your jaw again before moving down to hook his teeth into your shoulder.

it sends a shudder up your spine as a breathy, nearly inaudible sigh leaves your lips, the action not going unnoticed by sumin. you feel him grin against your skin before pressing a soft kiss to it, the air in the room suddenly growing thick with tension. “what’s wrong baby?” he teases, his hands sliding down your body before his fingers stop to press into the softness of your waist. he sinks his teeth into your shoulder again, keeping his mouth there for longer this time as he sucks a dark spot into the skin. he licks the bruise lightly to soothe it before moving across to your collarbone to bite into that too.

you let him move his teeth across your skin, dark purple and red spots blooming all across your neck, shoulders, and chest. you can hear and feel him groan into your skin at the taste of your skin on his tongue, your chest heaving with every heavy breath you take. you arch your chest into him as you tilt your head back at the attention he’s giving you before you start to gain some clarity and push against his chest to get him to stop.

“w-wait, what about yechan? he could walk in here at any minute.” he pulls back far enough to look at your face, but close enough to keep you in his arms. you looked like a mess: your hair was disheveled, you were still panting from his ministrations, and you were littered with marks and a thin sheen of spit from sumin’s tongue practically everywhere, but sumin still thought you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. despite your distress, sumin seems unbothered at the mention of his roommate, a smirk making its way onto his face, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“he decided to stay behind to practice a bit more.” he leans into your face, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “so we have more than enough time.” he whispers lowly before kissing your lips softly. “to do whatever,” kiss. “we,” kiss. “want,” he takes your lips in his as you let out a weak whine into his mouth before melting into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

maybe this habit of his wasn’t so bad after all.

[wowowokay]

Alright after forever here are some fic recs!!! (Note at the end like always lolol)

Keepsafes - metroidspeedrun

Okay so ngl haven’t read this in a min like last time I read it they had 55 chapters out now it’s at 91 lolol anyways but it was honestly an amazing fic at least where I left off basically it’s about if Martha and Thomas Wayne survived and what all their lives would be like but it has such amazing writing and it’s just so good!!!

Words: 124,918 Chapters: 91/?

Sparky Sparky Boom Brain - alchemistsarego

Okay I love this one if you’ve looked back at the fic recs I’ve posted you can probably see an abundance of sic fics and this one’s a good one basically Tim Drake gets diagnosed with epilepsy and the fic is him trying to come to terms with it and the whole family trying to help out and it’s just so amazing, amazing writing and pretty realistic when it comes to the seizures in the fic I’ve personally seen and assisted while someone was having seizures multiple times and it’s always a pet peeve of mine when done unrealistic in fics (even though realistically I know most people have never seen a seizure happen in real life) but in this fic the protocol is really accurate from what I’ve experienced sooo yeah definitely give it a read!!!

Words: 71,924 Chapters: 23/23

(Also! It’s just one of a five part series so far but the series is still ongoing!

Note!:

I am so sorry for not posting for so long!! Life honestly just got insane and my depression decided to kick in along with the stress of school and work it just got super difficult but I’m gonna promise y’all a not super consistent schedule but kind of a schedule lolol basically my plan is to post every one to two weeks and my minimum will (hopefully) be two fics a post! I’ll hopefully be able to post more in a couple of months since I’ll be done with school soon and I’ll only be taking one summer course but that will only take me like a month to finish so yay! Hopefully I’ll be able to give y’all lots more fic recs and rambles soon!! Enjoy!!! <3

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hiatus announcement.

Hi friends. I've got some stuff I need to focus on in my personal life right now, and I'm not able to balance that with keeping up with Tumblr and Discord. I'll be taking a hiatus starting immediately. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but hopefully it won't be too long. If you have submitted a request for a fic, design, or artwork, please know I'll do my absolute best to fill it when I'm back, but for now, I need to be present in my real life.

I love you all, and I'll miss you, and I can't wait to come back! I'll put a few more details below the cut in case you're interested. CW for medical issues.

My partner has been unwell recently, and this week, we discovered that they have a blood clot in their leg. Further testing revealed they have a serious heart condition. Unfortunately, they also have a preexisting vascular condition that makes blood thinners risky, but their PCP went ahead and prescribed a three-month course of medication for the clot since it's an immediate issue. We are waiting to hear if insurance will cover the meds; apparently this prescription gets rejected by insurers frequently due to the cost. (Thinking about the fact that some analyst in a cubicle could decide that my partner's life is worth less than a three-month course of medication is making me feel absolutely sick.)

They have more appointments scheduled with a cardiologist and a vascular surgeon, so for now, we're just kind of stuck in limbo. Their PCP gave us a long list of, "If x happens, go to the emergency room immediately. If y happens, go to the emergency room immediately. If z happens - you guessed it - go to the emergency room immediately."

At this point, I'm still trying to come to terms with it. My partner just turned 44. We have an active lifestyle; we eat healthfully; we don't drink to excess. We just got fucked over by genetic risk factors.

The scariest part is that we wouldn't have found out about any of this if they hadn't gone to the doctor for a completely unrelated issue. I'm trying not to think about it too hard, or my imagination starts to send me into a spiral.

Please allow me to get sappy for a moment:

If you've read much of my work, you probably know my partner better than you might think, as they inspire a lot of my characterization, either directly or indirectly. If you enjoyed the way I wrote Waxer in "The Sixth Language" or Jesse in "In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves," then you have a good idea of their personality. They are extraordinarily kind and patient, funny and sweet. They have been here for me consistently for twenty years, first as my friend, and later as my everything. They've held me when I cried, and they've made me laugh every single day since I met them. They know me better than anyone in the world, and I trust them with my soul.

They are the only person IRL who even knows that I write fanfiction, and they have read every single fic I've ever written. They've served as my guinea pig when I needed to work through the physical mechanics of a scene, and they've listened to me ramble for hours on end about plotting and characterization. They've supported and encouraged me in this and so many other areas, and now it's my turn to support them through this.

If you've read this far, I just want to say thank you for all the love, support, encouragement, and kindness you've given me over the past year. This fandom community has truly changed my life, and I am more grateful than words can communicate. I hope to see you all again very soon, hopefully with good news. But in the meantime, please know that I love you all.

May the Force be with you. 🩵

[savannagonemad]

hurting

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angst 💔

warnings: self-harm, intense emotional pain, panic attacks, depression, anxiety

no-eul x fem!reader

no games!au

wordcount: 4.5k

author's note: hiiii lovelies! so i kind of disappeared for a month, sorry about that! college got super busy and my motivation to write kind of died. but i am back now, and in order to not burn myself out i'll be trying to post a bit less often, but more consistently - i'm (roughly) shooting for once every seven days (hopefully a new fic every sunday!), and maybe some bonus shorter ones between those if motivation and my schedule allows it! from now on expect one fic of my usual quality and length once a week at the same approximate time as i usually post.

enough about me! this fic uses the same concept as another one i wrote for a few ocs about two years ago, but with better writing now that i'm a better writer. i hope you enjoy!

btw my requests are open! if you want to see anything written, don't hesitate to send me a prompt! i don't bite, i promise <3 ✨

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kang no-eul bleakly looked into the bathroom mirror. a broken girl stared back at her from the other side.

no-eul had isolated herself in the bathroom again. she held her expertly crafted hunting knife in her hands - a beautifully carved double-edged dagger. she had purchased it for a bargain at a thrift store years ago. it was an upgrade over the shards of glass from broken bottles she used to use.

no-eul's hands were trembling slightly. she looked down at herself, flipping her arm over so her palm was facing her.

there were three fresh cuts on her forearm. beyond, the bathroom sink was stained red with her own blood; the very same blood that was painted onto her knife.

no-eul looked back into the mirror at herself. she felt the burning of tears threatening to form at the corners of her eyes, but she willed them not to. she was in enough emotional turmoil as it is.

"why do i feel like this? why do i always feel the need to..."

she didn't bother finishing her thought. the answer was painfully obvious, no matter how much she hated it. this - the cuts on her arm - provided her with relief and dopamine. it let her feel something again.

feelings were hard to come by these days.

every day, no-eul felt empty. the only times she felt anything at all was when she was with you... and when she was cutting lines into her skin. without one of the two things, everything was grey and dull. lifeless.

no-eul placed the knife on the counter, blood trickling down her arm and adding to the mess. she didn't care about that. she looked into the mirror and slid up the sleeve of her hoodie, looking over the dozens of scars that covered her arm. out of habit, she ran her fingers over them. she didn't bother looking at her other arm - it was just more of the same.

she had been cutting herself for years now. she knew her scars better than anything.

no-eul's gaze flicked back down to the fresh cuts on her arm. they were still bleeding, the blood being collected by the sink that she was holding her arm over. she reached forward and picked her knife back up, pressing it against her arm between two of the cuts. she watched as muscle memory took over, sliding the knife across her skin, fresh pain coursing through her veins. the pain didn't bother her, she barely even noticed it.

it was yet another cut to add to the collection.

blood immediately began to gush out of the wound. they always bled heavily at first, as she preferred to cut deep. the pain faded away after a few brief moments; she'd cut so many times that her pain tolerance threshold was quite high.

"i shouldn't be doing this." no-eul traced over some of her old scars with her finger, blankly staring down at the four gashes in her arm. "i know i shouldn't be doing this. but i can't stop. it feels too good..."

it's true, she got a little bit of a high every time she cut herself. it was one of the few things left that could make her feel anything at all. she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of her blood leaving her body, basking in the twisted warmth it gave her. after a moment, she opened her eyes; the feeling had dulled, as usual.

no-eul pressed the knife against her skin again, softer this time. she knew she was being reckless every time she cut, but she wasn't stupid - she always made sure to be careful when she cut near her wrists. she looked down at her knife, ready and in position.

to her surprise, she lifted the knife away from her wrist and deposited it back on the counter, blood dripping from the blade. she expected to be unable to control herself once she had the knife positioned - muscle memory usually took over at that point.

after the moment had passed, she felt nothing from the new revelation.

suddenly, no-eul's phone went off. she carefully held her bloodied arm over the sink as she used her free hand to retrieve her phone, turning it on and looking at it.

it was a text from you.

"i'm almost home."

"shit," no-eul hissed. she swiftly flicked the sink on, washing the pooling blood down the drain. she grabbed a hand towel and ran it under the water for a second, dampening it. she held it to her arm, trying to stop the bleeding.

no-eul's panic was accentuated when she heard the sound of keys jingling in the door. you were home.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." she applied more pressure to the towel, trying to force her arm to stop spilling blood. "she can't see me like this. she can't know."

"no-eul? i'm back," you called out into your shared apartment.

your voice - the voice that normally brought no-eul comfort - now struck fear into her heart. she hurriedly pulled the towel off her arm, desperately hoping the bleeding had stopped. much to her dismay, her cuts were still trickling blood.

"no, no, no," no-eul whined. she roughly shoved the towel back under the faucet, spilling water and blood everywhere in the process. she tried to reach for her knife and the newly-drenched towel, but she lost her balance as she grabbed both items - she was feeling lightheaded from the blood loss and the panic. she fell to the ground hard, her knife landing on the floor next to her, barely avoiding slicing her leg. she was dripping blood onto the floor now, and she clutched the towel against her arm to stop herself from bleeding everywhere.

as you shut the apartment door, you heard a loud crash come from the bathroom. worried, you hurried over to it, hearing the sound of running water. you gently knocked on the door, speaking through it to your friend.

"no-eul? are you okay?"

no-eul tried her best to swallow her panic. "yeah, i'm- i'm fine," she called out, her voice cracking, sounding hoarse and dry. she absolutely didn't sound fine. she sounded terrible. but more than anything, she sounded afraid.

"you don't sound fine," you responded, your hand reaching for the doorknob. you really didn't want to open the door while your friend was in there, but she sounded hurt, and you were worried. "it is okay if i open the door?"

no-eul froze. "don't... don't open the door, y/n. please. trust me, you- you don't want to."

her voice sounded off. she didn't sound like herself at all: confident, fearless, serious. instead, she sounded hurt, afraid, and sick. your worry only grew. she had never said anything like that for as long as you'd known her. you began to turn the doorknob.

"i'm opening the door, no-eul. i'm sorry, but i have to."

no-eul's heart raced with anxiety and fear. she lost all control of her emotions and she felt tears begin to trickle down her face. "y/n, please- don't..."

you had already made up your mind. if she was in danger, that was your priority. you slowly pushed the door open, and for a brief moment you thought you were in some kind of living nightmare as your mind processed everything you saw.

there were streaks of blood in the sink, with small pools on the counter as well. the water was running on full blast, and it was absolutely everywhere. but you didn't care about any of that. no-eul was slumped over on the floor, a wet hand towel - normally white, but this one was stained bright red - was pressed against her arm. besides her was a hunting knife, its edge also drenched in crimson. your eyes immediately widened, and you felt adrenaline begin to take hold of you.

"holy shit, no-eul..!" you rushed over to your friend, crouching down to her level. "what happened to you?" you began to reach for the towel that she was pressing into her arm. her eyes were full of fear; she looked more like a wounded animal than anything else.

"y/n, no, please- please go away..." tears fell down no-eul's face as you gently pulled the towel off her arm, revealing the four gashes in her forearm, still lightly bleeding.

"hey, it's okay..." you whispered to her immediately, your voice trailing off as you analyzed the cuts, trying to determine what happened. your attention was soon brought to the dozens of scars covering her arm, running up and vanishing under where her sleeve covered them. your mind connected the dots for you, and you made sure to keep your demeanor calm along with your voice.

"no-eul, did you... do this to yourself?" you asked softly, making sure not to overwhelm her.

after a moment, no-eul gave a shameful nod, averting her eyes away from you and staring bleakly at the wall. tears fell down her cheeks. there was no point in denying it anymore; she had been found out, and her scars were there, out on display for you to see. she waited for you to start lecturing her, or get upset, or even to start yelling. maybe you would just abandon her and decide she wasn't worth the effort. she flinched when you reached for her face, and you stopped, backing off a bit.

"hey, i'm not going to hurt you," you said quietly. she turned her head towards you ever-so-slightly, looking for the anger in your expression that she had always pictured. to her surprise, you didn't seem angry or upset at all. instead, you looked genuinely, caring, and free of judgement.

no-eul relaxed slightly, letting her guard down. she was too exhausted to try to hide anything anymore, not like there would be any point in it anyway. she let you reach out and brush her tears away with your hand.

you turned your attention down to her injuries. you were worried and really wanted to talk to her and figure out what had caused this, but you needed to make sure she was safe first. fortunately, her wounds had mostly stopped bleeding thanks to her haphazard attempt at treating them.

you opened one of the cabinets next to you, pulling out some gauze. you used one hand to hold no-eul's arm steady while you wrapped the gauze around it. once you had finished patching her up, you slid the gauze back into the cabinet and pushed it closed. you then slowly reached out and took the knife, being careful to make sure no-eul didn't see you as a threat. she didn't have the energy to try to stop you, and you pushed the knife backwards out of reach of both of you.

then, you leaned forward, pulling no-eul into a hug. she was startled at first - she wasn't a very physical person - but she quickly melted into the comfort. she buried her face in your shoulder as her tears stained your shirt, truly letting years of pent-up negative emotions out in a way that didn't involve a blade. you held her and softly rubbed her back for several minutes, doing your best to soothe her. you made sure to give her all the time she needed.

eventually, no-eul slowly pulled away, and her crying stopped. you let go of her, gazing upon her with compassion. her eyes met yours, and you could see the stories they told. held within them was years of untold sadness and pain, loneliness and despair. she looked completely and utterly broken.

meanwhile, no-eul was analyzing your eyes as well. she couldn't believe how genuine you looked; instead of the anger or fear she had expected to see, you were understanding and compassionate. you were clearly concerned about her.

after a couple of moments, it was you who broke the silence.

"do you... want to talk about it?" you asked, gently reaching over and tucking her messy hair behind her ear so it wouldn't get in her eyes.

no-eul hesitated as she considered the question. she desperately wanted to tell someone about what she had been going through, and it would be a huge relief to no longer be alone in her struggles. on the other hand, she wasn't so sure about talking to you in particular about it. she trusted you a lot, but she had been hiding everything from you for so long... to do a complete 180 on that and open up about everything wouldn't be easy.

you waited patiently for her answer, not wanting to put any pressure on her. she didn't seem particularly stable at the moment, and you didn't want to contribute to her instability.

to her own amazement, no-eul slowly nodded. she trusted you more than anyone else, and you had already seen her at her worst. there wasn't much more damage that could be done.

you nodded and smiled softly, grateful that she had trusted you enough to be able to speak to you about it. the last thing you wanted was to know your friend was suffering alone.

"okay," you said softly. "do you want to move out of the bathroom?"

no-eul looked around at the bloodstained floor and waterlogged walls, and quickly nodded. "yes," she said, trying and failing to conceal the shame in her voice. "please," she added.

"okay," you repeated, standing up. "stay here for a second, alright? i'm going to put the knife away so nobody steps on it. i'll be right back, i promise." you knew how fragile she was right now, so you made sure to explain everything and reassure her with everything you did. you picked the knife up off the floor and stepped out of the bathroom, looking back at her. "don't try to move before i come back, alright? i don't want anything to happen to you."

no-eul nodded in understanding. you soon vanished from sight as you looked for somewhere to hide the knife so she couldn't use it on herself again, leaving her alone for the moment.

no-eul watched as you walked away. once you were out of sight, she looked down at the gauze on her arm. you had done a good job, better than she ever did. she absentmindedly ran her finger over where she knew the fresh cuts were. a pang of anxiety hit her as she looked up at the empty doorway, realizing she had just brought the person she considered to be her best friend into her personal problems. self-doubt began to set in as you didn't reappear at the door.

"she probably hates me," she thought, pulling her knees up against her chest. "i dragged her into my own problems. i'm so useless." her mind kept firing negative thoughts at her, thoughts about how you wouldn't ever come back for her. you'd just leave her in the bathroom to fend for herself, never wanting anything to do with her again. she felt her tears start back up at the thought of being abandoned by you, all because she couldn't keep her problems to herself.

you returned just as quickly as you left, finding no-eul fighting back tears with unfocused eyes, her knees brought up to her chest. once she saw you, relief flashed over her face. you rushed over to her, kneeling down and taking her hands in your own.

"hey, it's okay, i'm here. what happened?" you asked, keeping your voice low and gentle, not wanting to scare her.

"i- i thought you were going to a-abandon me," no-eul choked out, trembling.

"no-eul..." you released her hands and softly pulled her into a hug once again. "i would never abandon you like that. i'm here for you, always." you felt her arms desperately wrap around your shoulders like she was afraid you would vanish if she let go. "nothing could ever get me to do that to you. i care about you way too much to do that."

the words "i care about you" played on repeat in no-eul's mind as she learned into you, not releasing her grip on you. the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until no-eul had calmed down again. she slowly released her grip on you, and you did the same, taking her hands in yours once again.

"do you want to go to the living room?" you asked, gently running your fingertips across the back of her hands as you waited for an answer. you figured she could use the affection, especially in her current state.

no-eul nodded slowly after a moment. "please."

"okay." you stood up, then held your hand out for no-eul. she took it, and you helped pull her up to her feet. she immediately felt lightheaded and instinctively clung to your shoulder to keep herself from falling. you helped her out of the bathroom and over to the living room couch, which she collapsed against. you sat next to her, turning to face her.

"are you okay?" you asked, looking on as her lightheadedness began to disappear. she turned her head to look at you, but avoided your eyes for now. she took a shaky breath, then spoke.

"yeah, but walking probably isn't the best idea." her eyes met yours for a brief moment, and you could tell she was anxious. "thank you. for helping me."

"it's not a problem at all. i'm just glad i was there," you replied. "are you okay with talking about it?"

no-eul took a deep breath. she was anxious, but you hadn't shown any judgement so far, and she needed to tell someone about it. she closed her eyes, trying to hide her shame. "yeah, i... i think i am."

"well, i guess i should start with the question at the front of my mind." you glanced down at no-eul's arm. "when i was putting the gauze on you, i saw a lot of scars..." you said, trailing off, not sure if the implied question was too personal.

no-eul had a decision to make. her response to your question would determine the direction of the rest of this interaction. lying to you would be pointless, you already saw that she was cutting herself and it would only be a matter of time until you found out the truth. besides, you were the person she trusted the most in the world. so, for the first time ever, she decided to be open and vulnerable about her struggles. no more secrets, no more hiding. it was time to set things right.

"they were all caused by me," she started. "every single scar that you saw was caused by my own hands."

you nodded in understanding. "there were a lot of them, no-eul. and even more that i couldn't see, probably."

no-eul didn't respond verbally. she only silently nodded in agreement.

"how many are there..? only if you're comfortable sharing, of course," you asked, not wanting to overstep your friend's boundaries.

no-eul said nothing for several moments, she just sat there as if she was contemplating something.

"if you don't want to answer that one, that's okay," you said, reassuring her. "i don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"you're not, i trust you," no-eul responded. "it's just..." she took a deep breath. "here."

no-eul pulled up the sleeve of her hoodie on the arm you had tended to. "you saw how many there were before you put the gauze on," she said. "they go up to my shoulder." she then pulled up the sleeve on her other arm, revealing dozens more scars that you hadn't seen before. "so do these."

your eyes widened slightly in shock at the sheer number of scars there were. you reached your hand out, then hesitated, looking up at no-eul for approval. no-eul nodded at you and held her arm out to you.

you gently held her arm, inspecting it closely. you moved closer to no-eul, softly running your other hand down her arm. you gingerly turned her arm over, revealing more scars that ran down the underside of her arm, a few dangerously close to her wrist. you took her hand in yours and looked up at her.

"i didn't know it was this bad..." you said as your eyes ran over her scars again for a moment. no-eul used her free hand to trace her scars as she always does.

"there's more on my legs, too. and a few on my stomach."

"how couldn't i have known...?" you whispered, hesitantly tracing a finger against a few of her scars like she was doing. it seemed to be calming for her, and she closed her eyes for a second.

"you know how i always wear a hoodie and sweatpants, no matter the weather? i always told you i was just cold, even when it was burning hot outside. well, the real reason is that i wanted to hide my shame from you. i always thought you would judge me for it..." no-eul opened her eyes and looked away, her face burning. clearly, that assumption was wrong. you were being super nice about it. and cute about it, too.

"wait, what? did i really just think that?" no-eul looked at you as you were holding her arm, gently tracing over some of her scars with a finger. she couldn't believe how vulnerable she was making herself; you were the one person she tried the hardest to hide everything from. and here she was, both of her sleeves rolled up so that you could see everything.

you looked up at her, your hands sliding down to hers. "i wouldn't have ever judged you for this," you said softly as you held no-eul's hand in your own.

no-eul closed her hand around yours. "i was so afraid, y/n. i... i didn't want to lose you because of my problems. i didn't want to involve you in any of this because i was afraid it would push you away."

you gazed down at the scars covering no-eul's arms. "your scars would have never pushed me away, no-eul. i really care about you, more than other people." you ran your free hand down her arm lightly. "your scars do not define you. it wouldn't be right to boil you down to the marks on your body. you are so much more than that."

no-eul fought back a blush at the kind words. to think that she was ever afraid of you finding out...

you took no-eul's other hand in your own. "you truly are a beautiful person, no-eul. inside and out." you were shocked at the words leaving your mouth, despite meaning all of them. "and... your scars do not make you any less beautiful."

you had always found your friend beautiful. she was an amazing person, though she was normally closed off so it was hard for you to tell her these things - not like it ever seemed like she needed to hear it. but now, seeing her this vulnerable and open with you, it allowed you to say everything you felt. you had a connection with her now, and you weren't going to let it go to waste.

now no-eul was really blushing, and she kicked herself mentally for it. it was hard not to, though - you had just called her beautiful.

"y/n..." no-eul tried to think of something to say, but couldn't. she felt herself starting to tear up. nobody had ever said anything like that to her before.

you saw that your friend was starting to tear up. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you cry..." you dropped no-eul's hands, afraid that you had done something wrong.

"no no, it's okay, it's just... nobody has ever said anything like that to me before..." no-eul wiped some of her tears away, then suddenly pulled you into a tight hug.

you hugged her back, relieved that you hadn't said anything wrong. "i meant all of it, no-eul. every single word."

no-eul kept hugging you for several minutes before pulling away, feeling your hands trace down her arms before settling in her own hands as she did so. she looked up at you, still blushing from such a heartfelt statement.

they say the eyes are the window to the soul, and now you knew why. no-eul's eyes were gorgeous. you felt a sudden sense of deep emotional connection with her, and a protective urge to keep her safe swept over you. impulsively, you leaned down and softly kissed her cheek.

immediately, you realized what you'd done. "oh my god, i'm so sorry- i didn't think... about..." your voice trailed off as you saw that no-eul had a soft smile on her face. no-eul gripped your hands a little tighter, then leaned up and kissed your cheek as well.

"there," she said in a hushed voice as she pulled away. "now we're even."

no-eul gazed into your eyes once more, seeming to get lost in them - which was evidently a shared experience at the moment as both of you processed what just happened.

"am i dreaming??" no-eul thought to herself. "this must be a dream, right?"

but no-eul already knew that it wasn't a dream. this was real. she watched as the same thoughts passed through your mind, and for the first time since you had found her, she smiled.

then, you leaned down and kissed her. you both released your grips on each other's hands as you forgot about everything else.

just as quickly as it started, it was over. no-eul slowly pulled away, blushing more than you had ever seen before - it seemed like she had gotten more comfortable being vulnerable. "i'm sorry, i've never kissed anyone before..."

you smiled, gently guiding her hands to your shoulders before resting your hands on the sides of her body.

"it's okay," you said, glancing down at her lips. "do you want to try again?"

no-eul didn't need any convincing. she quickly pressed her mouth against yours, melting into the kiss, feeling a lot more comfortable and natural this time. her heart was racing, but it was no longer out of anxiety.

after a couple seconds, you pulled away. no-eul threw her arms around you and pulled you into another hug. she hugged you for a long time, resting her head against your neck. she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to take control of her heart rate.

you pulled away slightly, getting a whine of disapproval from no-eul. you took her hand in yours and intertwined your fingers with her, looking down at your friend, no longer needing to hide your feelings.

"no-eul," you said, giving her hand a squeeze. "thank you for trusting me."

she smiled, resting her head on your shoulder and closing her eyes. "i don't trust anyone more," she said as she cuddled into you, all her self-doubts forgotten. you held her like that for a long time, and slowly, her breathing slowed. she had fallen asleep right in your arms.

"kang no-eul," you whispered to her, not wanting to disturb or wake her.

"for as long as i live, i promise i will protect and care for you."

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[infinitydivine]

Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing fine. Thank you to people who checked up on me, it means a lot :)

There's so much I wanna talk about that it's hard to start haha. But firstly, I had to pause all of my Traot readings including Paid and on this Blog because I wasn't energetically aligned with doing Tarot Readings anymore. I wasn't in the right energy and mindset to do the readings and I didn't wanted to jeopardize any reading with my low energy. I know people earn money with their hard work and If they trusted me with their money and energy, I have to respect them with my honest readings and energy. Hence, I stopped doing the readings altogether for the past week or 10 days. Also, the work has been crazy and my sleep schedule is totally wrecked. I have been suffering from insomnia for a month or two now but I am trying my best to set my schedule.

Secondly, I had nearly 4-5 minor accidents which left me quite in a panick mode. All of them happened while I was driving. The moment first accident happened, I knew something was off. I had to protect myself again but this time strongly because there was someone who kept sending me evil eyes. I also had psychic attacks for 1-2 days which left me vulnerable to negative energies but thanks to my spirit team, I regained my power and protection back.

Thirdly, this full Blood Moons energy has been crazy for me. Like you guys won't even believe if i tell you the things that happened with me. Nothing scary but nothing too good also haha. But the fears and triggers I thought I resolved in 2024 came back to surface and triggered my anxiety again. But this time I was able to control them with a lot more patience. They are still here but I am trying to handle them the best I can.

Also, certain personal things are changing for me, and I have a hard time coping with the changes, but hopefully, this will end soon. Plus there were moments when I was so discouraged that all I wanted was to delete all of my readings from the Blog. The reason was not getting enough notes/likes/reblogs as compared to other readings. I am not writing this to sound petty, but I am a person who gets discouraged a lot easier than others, and I tend to compare myself a lot with others. But I am working on them. I had to make myself see things from different perspectives. For, e.g., I have nearly 1300 followers, but I hardly get 200 notes on average on my PACs, and I got disappointed and thought maybe I don't write well enough for people to see my readings. Then my Higher self stepped in and made me see the other version of it. Let's say that I put out a reading and only 200 people saw it and resonated with it, so maybe they are the people who needed your readings? Because I am someone who, when I am in agony, searches for any reading or guidance that will help me to get through this situation, and sometimes a reading pops up on my fyp that's so relatable. So maybe that could be the reason? Honestly, I don't know. But I reviewed my thoughts and had to remind myself why I am doing Tarot Readings..is this for the notes or for myself, or Because I love doing them? I got my answer and motivational feedback (hopefully).

I'll try my best to be consistent with the readings. Thank you all who support me and checks up on me. Your little words make my day.

Thank you and Love

Infinity

[softxsuki]

Making a new blog. I’m feeling lost with this one and I’ve lost all engagement which kept me going (my fault tho for being so inconsistent bc of work) but I’ll be rewriting and reposting some of my works from here over there (hopefully new and improved). I’ll link it once I make it, but I will keep this acc up for people to read if they want. Hope to see some of you there where I’ll have a more consistent writing and posting schedule and get back to talking and interacting with you all more. Until then thank you for everything! 🩷

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

They Who Hide Under Top Hats- on Tumblr: June 2025 Retrospective!

WELLLLLLLLLLLLP... this month was pretty uneventful on the posting side, mostly because ive been working more on the long term stuff, mainly TWHUTH Chapter 18: The Ceremony V, the upcoming comic The Last Child of the Fire (header image above) and the lore post Oliva B. Sorah- The Eye of the Crown. Progress has been pretty good ngl, below are the word counts for both Chapter 18 and the lore post respectively.

As for the comic its currently sitting on 29 panels, I predict it will probably be closer to 40 by the time i'm done and since tumblr's image limit is 30 i think im gonna have to split the comic into two. That being said the first part is more or less done so it will coming out very soon.

But aside from these 3 main projects i have been writing down more ideas for the Hunters Carrington, which is still on pause but i think i have the overall story more less figured out. I wrote a poem for it that will be appearing the first chapter but I will be posting separately for the lore section.

And ofc, another thing i worked on was this family tree that will appear in the lore post. I have edited this family tree heavily since the last time i posted this and it's still not done, but here it is in it's current state.

And yeah, thats about it. Apologizes for not keeping a more consistent posting schedule, i was just really busy. I definitely have a fair amount of new stuff line up for July and August so things are definitely gonna pick back up...hopefully.

Anyways, thank you all for you support in giving me an opportunity to tell a story I feel genuinely proud of. See ya later and cheerio! :D

community member tags: @harleyacoincidence, @autism-purgatory, @rivenantiqnerd, @sm-writes-chaos, @hellothere2009, @drvonchickenstein

[oddlydrawnpuppets]

HEY! Whoa, I’m back. It’s been a CRAZY TIME let me tell you. Working on the next chapter of turning shadows into shapes, and getting back into drawing. I can’t believe it’s been so long. I’m 22 now, how did that happen? Idk it seems like yesterday I was 19 in high school and starting this blog and writing my fic, now I’m 22, finally settled into a full time job, but the journey here has been a crazy one. Sometime along the way I picked up a boyfriend and 5 chickens, and we’re trying to start a life together. If you would’ve told me that four years ago I wouldn’t have believed you. I’ve moved one place to the next, I’m pretty stressed, mentally, physically, and financially, but now that I’ve got this new job I should, SHOULD be on more of a set schedule. I really need to learn to set time aside for myself, and do the things that I love, I’ve just been so burnt out and stressed that I haven’t had the motivation to do anything more than the bare minimum. I was living in a pretty toxic environment for almost a whole year, which really put me on edge. It was like living with a tornado and a hurricane. I felt like I couldn’t leave, though, because I already had so many commitments there. My workplace was toxic too, I always felt like I was one misstep away from losing my job, my boss knew that and lorded over me and was very manipulative and honestly scary. The pay was really good, and they made me feel like I couldn’t get better anywhere else, so I had to stay. Next thing I know, the boss stops giving me hours, but refuses to fire me so I can’t get unemployment. I didn’t have any other choice but to move home and start all over again, so that’s where I’m at right now. I managed to make some good friends living where I was, but honestly the cons outweigh the pros. I’m back at my parents place, which honestly is never where you want to be at 22, but I have to admit the living situation is so much better, and it feels like there’s a weight lifted off my shoulders. I do miss my friends though, but they are still stuck in that toxic environment, so I hope they get out soon as well. I start my new job which has the same pay but is much more relaxed, and has a way more consistent schedule so hopefully everything starts falling into a routine and I can finally relax. I’m probably just ranting to the void here, but if you’re still reading this for some reason, thank you. Really, to my readers who are still holding onto my fanfic with a deathgrip, thank you. Honestly your constant reminders that people are waiting on me to update have kept me going. Even if it’s just rereading what Ive written, already I promise I haven’t stopped thinking about my next chapter. I’m finally gaining the mental strength to write again, and your positivity has really brightened my life, so I’m going to give this next chapter all I got!

With all my love,

CryingCosmonaut 🌒

[larissa-the-scribe]

Oof so I have not been keeping up on tumblr.com as well as I was hoping I would. That's partially been because of trying to figure out how to continuously write a serial story, and partially because of how my work schedule is laid out.

But, I'm planning on making some changes to my schedule to make more time for myself, so hopefully in April or May I'll be back on here more consistently.

And also pursuing like five other shiny ideas I had but shhhhh

[arc852]

I want to thank you all again for a wonderful G/t July! I loved every comment and like and ask I got for each fic and au! You all are amazing and I'm so glad you liked my little fics!

Feel free to send me any prompts or asks in regards to any of the aus or fics within G/t July! I'm always up for talking about my aus or writing something for a prompt! (p.s. to the person who sent me the ask in regards to how Joel and Etho met in Bumbling, it is being worked on!)

I'm also planning on putting together a masterpost of all the fics, probably grouped by aus so they are easier to find. I'll post that and then probably have it pinned to my blog for a while!

Now that G/t July is over, I won't be posting every day anymore, unfortunately. But I will hopefully be on a more consistent schedule than before G/t July. I will also be going back to work on my multi-chapter fic, Shattered Reflections. And after that gets done (which probably won't be for a bit), I have some other multi-chapter fics I want to start on! I will still be writing for some of the aus from G/t July though, mostly the BBBCAU. Especially if you guys send me some prompts (wink wink).

And I think that's it! I'm excited to start writing some more stuff and I hope you guys continue to read them!

[hollyhomburg]

Hi Li🥰

I've been keeping up with bily since chapter 7 (I think🤔) I just finished chapter 14 of prey animals on ao3 and I just wanted to gush about how much I love this story and your writing!! I've re read bily a couple times its genuinely one of the best things I've read🥺 It's become one of my little comforts, re reading some chapters when my brain wants a mini break from life. The excitement I feel when I see a new chapter is coming, or realize I'm a little behind and have a couple chapters to catch up on is something I haven't felt for a story before🥺The way you've built the world, described the settings, made the characters feel real and let me empathize with them through everything that happens in the story is incredible! Every plot twist and secret reveal had me gasping and clutching my imaginary pearls, then seeing the little hints sprinkled thru the earlier chapters when re reading was soo fun!! I absolutely love the relationship building/dynamics especially Tae/MC and Hobi/MC (that burn was slow but soo worth it😭) and of course theres the relationship with yoongi which was so comforting, I love the way you're building it in prey animals! OG Bily is forever iconic but during re reads the relationship start did feel a little fast, which isnt bad at all but the pacing now feels right and their backstory is a lot more fleshed out. Watching them fall in love was beautiful but also kinda ouch because I know what they're about to go thru together in the next few chapters😭 I'm a little sad the official ending chapters are coming up, but I am so stoked for the finished re write/book (if it happens i will buy several copies🫡😌) I was here when the community was a little bigger and the secrets weren't out yet, I wish I were more active on here back then so I wouldn't be word vom ing my love for the series rn (I'm almost done I swear😅) There were a couple other popular bts fics i started at the same time as bily that had similar upload schedules and youre the only one thats stayed pretty consistent with your uploads(the others do too but like a couple times a year?) and I think thats so cool, you're so passionate about your works and I admire that so much. After ch 30smth of bily I went thru the masterlist i realized you wrote a couple of my faves!!(alpha goes first +the hybrid series) I think what I'm trying to say now is I'm a fan of your writing and while bily will always be with me I'm excited for your future works as well!!! This was so long I'm so sorry I've been wanting to say something since ch60 ish but i kept chickening out😅 Ily and your work and I'll always cheer for you!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

ahhhh this was so sweet to read! i read this late last night when i woke up having a panic attack. ahhhh i'm always stunned when people tell me that they've re-read bily a bunch of times because it takes so long! i hope there are moments in it that you come back too when you need them!

ahhhh i'm glad the slow burn was worth it- i was writing some of their smutt in the next chapter and 😵‍💫 hopefully it's a satisfying conclusion to their love story (we still have to see them get matching tattoo's so it's not quite the whole conclusion but still!)

i'm glad you like how i expanded upon the m/c and yoongi's story! honestly- i think it reads totally different and like- totally changes how the rest of it goes and gives you a different view on it, there's so much more rawness in the new version, i know i'll probably hear that people like it alot less but i'm still very excited for it!

please don't chicken out! i hope people know that if i don't respond it's not because i'm offended/don't value your ask its just that sometimes words are hard for me and even small responses can take a bit out of me. my brain feels like bad soup someitmes and its hard to pick the words out.

thank you for finally telling me though! it's hard to belive that i would never have known that the series was so loved or smiled so much last night while reading it if you'd never have told me! i don't think i'll ever know quite how many people love bily because i know there are silent readers. it's dishartening but! i will do my best to overcome it and continue to give you more!

[sanjisboyfie]

updatesss

hey guys, i feeeeel like i had to make a post to explain my update schedule to you guys because i have been super duper dead and i have some asks in my inbox about whether im alive or not (not exactly worded like that but alo\ng the lines obvs) LMAO

so i am alive (obviously) but im super super busy with school and work. i go to school 4/5 days of the week and work almost everyday until 10pm too. i amvery busy right now. i'm gonna be honest, when i can start consistently writing and updating to you guys (opposite of me dropping in here every 3 months, posting once and disappearing) will be in the summer probably. i get off of school in mid may, so hopefully when that time comes i can become more consistent.

im sorry for making yuou guys wait for such a long time + the time i do come back it's not even an update, instead it's just a dislaimer post. ik that disappointing feeling.

also going into my inbox and seeing multiple messages constantly asking for updates makes me feel guilty bc ik at this moment i cannot deliver anything to you guys and ig also just pressured in general and not in a good way, so please refrain from doing that guys </3 i do want to update i just literally can not because i have to commit to school, work, and other things BEFORE this account (unfortunate but it is the reality of life lmao)

i have not lost any motivation for writing, either. even though it may seem like it. i just need to wait until my time becomes more free aka when im out of school

if youve read all the way ty and i hope i can come back sooner rather than later.

[cheriecoke]

GIRLLL OMGG im coming from your very much amazing reiner series on ao3 and i just want to say that is one of the best fanfics ive ever read in my life omg. im currently on chapter 17 and i haven’t gotten bored reading this fic once and i was honestly kinda struggling to find ur blog😭😭 but i wanted to express how grateful i am that you’ve written this piece of art and is continuing to write amazing works!! i honestly would love to see more reiner works as you actually write him in such a well written way and style. when im done reading that one i will definitely check out more of your other works!!

omg that’s so so kind, thank you so much 🥹🫶 i’m glad you’re enjoying it!!! i hope you like the rest hehe. i would love to be on a more consistent posting schedule but writing is tough for me these days, i’m so busy sob. but hopefully i’ll be able to wrap that fic up soon!!! and thank you!!! back when i started it, i couldn’t find any other long fics where i liked his characterization, so i decided to write my own 💗 and i’m so glad i did bc it brought me back to writing hehe. so it makes me so happy to hear others like i how i write him!! and i hope you find some of my other works that you enjoy as well!! thank you so much for ur sweet message 🥹🥹

also i just realized i never updated my ao3 to have my new blog url SO SORRY 😭 i changed it a few months ago and completely forgot!!!

[lukesaprince]

Patreon Announcement 😢 📣

Hi everyone. After thinking long and hard about this I've decided to put a pause on Patreon indefinitely. I have a lot going on in my personal life and while I thought I could manage it and writing consistently, I simply can't. I wanted to create a platform where I could provide exclusive content, sneak peeks and early access to things but I'm barely able to write one fic a month at the moment. As much as I love the community, I just don't think it's fair to charge people for something I can't provide.

This isn't a pause on writing per say and I'm always writing something but I hope by pausing Patreon I can reset and (hopefully) come back one day with a more structured system and an exclusive schedule for Patreon subscribers to enjoy! Thank you to everyone who subscribed and supported me as well as those who support me on here ❤️