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Thoughts -Hannibal

This show has such nostalgic and painfully 2013 era banter like dialogue god I love it

why didn't I watch this sooner

and yes I'm experiencing it for the first time don't judge please

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apologies to my best friend in particular

I wanna make Bobby experience angst to end all angst

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omg guess who has time to write again

It's me!!

Currently working on part 3 of Back to the Old House. It's bare bones draft right now so may be a while. I wrote parts 1 and 2 together, originally as one draft, but I broke them in half. So that's why those got posted basically back to back.

AND

I'm brainstorming some Spencer Reid x reader fics. But IDK guys.

I know there's a market for that man (trust me I KNOW) I'm just terrified of mischaracterization.

Idk why KPDH feels a little easier. Maybe because they didn't really dive deep into Bobby's background and I can play around more.

But Spence just feels so specific. Re-watching a bit of Criminal Minds I think is actually helping though.

Ok that's it.

-AR

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I love my wife sm

so yeah I watched that animated kpop movie

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Always and forever!

If you didn’t know acab applies to you label police!

Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!

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the lord is sending me signs

reminder that we are all going to die. write that controversial smut

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Just writing quotes first then the descriptions later is such a life saving hack to fight writers block i swear.

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Why was my apple pen in my MAKEUP BAG god I’m unorganized

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Me: I don’t think I want to write nsfw fics rn. I’ll start with the fluffy stuff and write that later

Also me: I NEED TO KNOW SPENCER REID IN THE BIBLICAL SENSE

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Back to the Old House˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ A KPOP Demon hunters Fanfic PART 2/?

PLEASE READ TW

In the midst of writing this second chapter I took a darker turn than I had initially planned. So I will do my due diligence and give additional warnings just in case. Similar intros will proceed future chapters if needed. Reader discretion is advised!! You can read on AO3 if you like.

Trigger warning for the following: Discussions of death / References to/ Major character death

Mild depiction of Anxiety/Panic attack and dissociation

Visual hallucinations

Please if you find that any on the following may deeply disturb you, please take care of yourself first.

With out further delay Here is part 2.

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"Shouldn't we have someone a bit more… experienced handling all this?" A muffled voice asked hesitantly.

Bobby could barely hear whoever it was from the other side of the conference room door. He knew for certain he wasn't meant to overhear whatever was going on, but he couldn't help himself. As guilty as he felt for eavesdropping, his curiosity overpowered him. Bobby leaned in, the wooden door cold against his cheek, and with bated breath, he listened. A nervous flutter began to stir in his core.

"What do you mean… more experienced?" A warm and familiar voice inquired. Undeniably Celine.

"Don't be dense! You know what I mean! We're setting ourselves up for failure this way! He's washed up! Nowadays, no one knows who that guy is-"

"He's sort of right, you know," A third deeper voice calmly interrupts the first man's tirade. "No one has spoken his name in years. Plus, even at his peak, his popularity was practically all residual from his peers, including you." He argued.

Who were these people? And more importantly, how dare they?

"I don't see the harm in reaching out to an old friend. He's more than qualified and has the track record to prove it," said Celine.

Bobby thanked every god above that there was someone in that room who didn't totally despise him. It was unbearable enough bumbling about the streets of Seoul, feeling like a tourist in his own home country. Bobby didn't need the added battle of fighting back against those assholes alone.

"Not many people are willing to take a risk like this. Making our contacts fairly limited. But of all people, he might just see the same potential we do. He has an eye for this stuff," she added.

The excitement of a long awaited reunion between old friends quickly left once Bobby realized why he was really there. He was Celine's last-ditch effort to make whatever these three were planning work. Some new business venture of sorts. Those ambiguous email exchanges were starting to make sense. Would that mean Bobby is their backup plan? Or was he the backup to the backup because the first backup also failed? He was already thinking about this all too hard, and still had no clue where he actually fit in.

Celine has more than enough credibility to make whatever moves she wanted, or so Bobby thought. Maybe the mystery man was right. He was washed up. Entirely out of touch with the industry as it exists today. Out of touch with the harsh reality that, despite still earning royalties, his name was forgotten by the world. And maybe Celine too bore the same sad fate. The disbandment of the Sunlight Sisters wasn't all that long ago, was it? Bobby's chest now ached something fierce. His heart might as well have been splattered onto the floor, lifeless, at his feet. His palms grew sweaty as they gripped the door frame, knuckles tense and growing whiter with each passing second.

"I want nothing more than for these girls to thrive. But I don't know if going back in time for nostalgia's sake is going to be helpful. We want to be innovative, do we not?"

"We can't throw our only foundation out from under us. We'll have nothing to stand on. It's unwise to forget the past, even if you desperately want to!" Celine spat back.

Bobby stood motionless outside the meeting room door, listening to the bickering continue among the three of them. He immediately regretted succumbing to his childish curiosity. Should've just walked right in when he had the chance. Would've avoided learning that his call to be here was made out of pure desperation. As he should've already done long before this point, he raised his fist to knock gently on the door.

"Bobby!"

Celine could be heard hurriedly shuffling about. She swung the door open, wearing a smile wider and brighter than the sky in summer. Before Bobby can even speak, she already had her arms wrapped around him tightly in an embrace.

"Thank you again, I'm serious. I owe you the world for this." She whispers gently. The brush of her breath tickled the edge of Bobby's ear, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Anything for you, C." He stutters.

The two gentlemen in the room stand and bow wordlessly. Celine introduces them. She remarks that they are both well-known producers and founders of their very own indie label. She continues listing off their many accolades and they bask in the flattery. Fawning faux embarrassment as they bathe in her sweet praises. Telling Celine ‘there's no need for all that’ despite it being undeniable that they live to have their egos stroked.

Pompous pricks.

Celine continued, "Gentleman, this is Bobby. Former lead producer for the Sunlight Sisters and more importantly my dearest of friends"

"It's an honor to meet you," the men speak in unison. Overconfident and terrible liars, what a fun of a combination is that.

One of the men wore a sly, lopsided grin as he spoke, "My apologies, but I've only recently learned of you from our dear Celine. I haven't yet fully familiarized myself with your work. Could you remind me what group you were a part of again?”

Seemingly an innocent question yet it instantly made Bobby's blood boil.

"I wasn't a part of any group, not officially anyway," Bobby replied through gritted teeth.

There was no way in hell he didn't already know the answer to his own question. Regardless Bobby knew he had to hold his tongue no matter how backhanded the question was. The last thing he would give this jerk was the satisfaction of knowing he successfully struck a nerve. He pushed back a gag of disgust at the attempted mockery and continued on.

"But people always did joke I was an honorary Sunlight Sister?"

The half-hearted joke lightened the tension in the room to some degree. It even prompted a small laugh from Celine, which sounded nearly genuine. Nearly. It wasn't anywhere close to her real laugh. Bobby knew something was off about it. It wasn't accompanied by her signature snort that always followed whenever she giggled.

"Oh, all the time!" Celine mumbled between laughs.

Nearly real, but not quite.

"Now that we're all familiar with each other, we do have to get straight into the meat of why I called you here. Please sit."

Bobby took a seat opposite the men who were just moments ago smearing his name. They had finally dropped their fake grins. Already too tired to continue to lie.

"And I'm sorry for being so vague in my messages, but I couldn't risk such delicate information getting out." Celine drew in a deep breath, centering herself before speaking once more.

"We have a project we've been working on. And we all agreed we'd feel better moving forward if you were a part of this with us."

She had no idea how thin these walls were, huh?

At the very least, Bobby knew she wasn't lying in regards to herself. Only severely stretching the truth when it came to her colleagues opinions.

"A new era is upon us, and we must fight to keep up with our ever-changing world. And in hopes of preserving all that is beautiful about it, I have something very special to show you. I wanna introduce you to Huntrix." She turns to pull out a folder out of her bag. A logo of a four-sided norigae embossed on its front. Celine slides the folder in front of Bobby. Upon opening it, he's met with three head shots.

A rookie group? That's what this was all about?

The girls in the photos look pretty young for a group set to debut. It wasn't possible that any of them were more than 16 or so. The stacks of accompanying pages include resumes with highly detailed biographies for each member. Bobby picked one and began inspecting it closely. 

For someone so youthful, the stern expression she wore gave a strange juxtaposition to everything else about her. It was the face you'd expect on someone much older, thoroughly done with life and its hassles, far beyond the point of being jaded.

“That's Mira. She's classically trained in ballet. But hip-hop and breakdancing are where she really begins to shine.”

The rebel type. Making her own way despite her upbringing.

Bobby isn't sure what to say. He silently thumbs through the pages before him. Bobby picks up the next portrait, turning it around.

"And who's this?"

"Her name is Zoey. A lyrical genius and I like to believe the up-and-coming voice of her generation. She's earned several national titles across her home country for her poetry and songwriting.

An American. Interesting.

Perfectly bubbly. The polar opposite to the first girl in nearly every way. Her delicate, round face and soft features made her look more dollish and fairy-like than human. Her bangs are cut high above her brow, shorter than any salon would ever dare to do. But they oddly suited her. Bobby imagines she made the last-minute decision right before her shoot to get creative with some shears. He can't help but find the idea somewhat endearing.

The eclectic artist, unique and daring, an unfiltered beauty.

Bobby glanced at the last portrait and very nearly fainted right there in his chair.

"You already know Rumi, my very own protégé."

This was Rumi? Bobby wasn't able to blink away the fast-approaching tears starting well up behind his eyes. Beads roll down his round cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake. He doesn't think to wipe them. There's no masking what a gut punch it was seeing Rumi again. He hadn't thought that time passing would've changed her so drastically. In his mind, she was still the lively little toddler she had been when they first met. Now, she was the spitting image of her mother. Damn near her clone. The same bright, hopeful eyes. The same smile for Christ's sake.

She looked… *…Just like her mother.*

That smile. It's unbelievable to think there was a time Bobby was at one time blessed enough to see that smile every day. The longer he stared a the picture it began to morph and melt into something else before his very eyes. Rumi's smile slowly shrank back. Straightening into a thin, pin-straight line. Her cheeks were high and bright pink suddenly dulled and drooped. Her eyes were drained of all their youth and vibrancy. Her skin that had been flawless moments ago, but now devoid of all color all blood and all life. She had faded away right in front of him. Gone. Now dead.

She was dead. *She was gone.*

She looked like her mother.

Just like her.

just like her

Like her.

Like her.

LIKE

HER *Her mother. Just like her.*

That smile was gone. Forever.

She’ll forever look just like her mother.

Just

like

her

Mother

“So…" Celine’s voice yanked Bobby back to reality, "What are you thinking? Aren't these girls perfect?"

Bobby knew two things for sure. He knew what Celine wanted to hear. And he also knew what the truthful answer to her questions would've been.

Lying wasn’t in Bobby's nature.

Yes, they looked great on paper. Damn near perfect. But the was one glaring issue.

"Celine.. I don't think I can do this."

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Re-watching criminal minds so I can make the most accurate characterization of early season / pre trauma Reid. I swear that's why

I'm not playing on my phone I'm taking care of business!!

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🫰🏼✨Huntrix themed moddbards🇰🇷🌸

Huntrix collages I made with photos from Pinterest using the in app collage feature.

i wish i could find my apple pen. It makes cutting stuff out so much easier>

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Five minute Writing sprints - July 2nd 2025

I wanted to jump right back into writing the second part of my KPDH fic I was working on but got a little frazzled midway. So instead I did a few writing sprints using a random word generator.

@chxrry-bombs posted 6 writing exercises (READ HERE) a while ago, so I decided to try out sprints for the first time.

I don't write these little things often. Sometimes I get an idea a jump straight into the deep end. No wonder I get frustrated when it's not perfect. I bite of more than I can chew sometimes. Doesn't everyone?

This really worked to relive a lot of that self imposed pressure. Thank you Cherry for the inspiration.

I won't lie after the sprints I did edit a bit because I can't spell for shit and the grammar was actually terrifying. But I did follow the no backspace rule while doing the actual sprint itself promise. They made for really nice jumping off points I could use in the future.

PALACE

(TW mentions of irresponsible alcohol use, underage drinking, and feelings of social isolation)

Nearly all of my university friends had homes that looked like palaces compared to mine. Equally shocking was how casually they’d speak about certain things, it always took me aback.

They’d freely speak of their weekend ragers or the bar crawls them and their friends participated in. Without shame or care they shared tips on where to get the best fake ids and which bouncers at which bars downtown were willing to bend the rules for them and for how much.

Now that I really think about it these people weren't my friends. Just people I knew of. They didn’t really even know me. We were already months into the semester and they were still asking me to remind them of my name.

Genie. like from Aladdin.

Genie like the Britney Spears song.

Nothing could get them to remember.

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MATCH

You ignite something within me I thought was long dead. I am a match and you are the book I strike, the friction brings me to life and I am born anew.

The old form of mine burns away crumbles to ash and pure charcoal. The flame I embody now glow like nothing I've ever seen before

Like a phoenix, my wings spread wide and begin to soar

It makes me forget, the bliss of the burn. I forget that it will all end. That I will return to ash and dust from which I came. But I fly unbothered, glowing gallantly, and I forget what dying even is

With you I've been giving a gift. The most glorious present

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DESERVE

"And I hope you have exsactly the day you deserve, sir."

"What’s with all that mouth of yours? you lucky you ain’t been smacked for being that flippant with your words,"

The older gentleman raged and ranted on. Normally, I would feel bad for a poor minimum wage barista getting shouted at but she seemed entirely unfazed.

She was a bit older than the other workers so presumably she’s been at this quite a while longer. It sure does suck that to survive a job in customer service these days you don’t just need a thick skin you need to be totally soulless to be able to deal with these people.

While the younger two were quite literally cowering behind her she stood tall as a redwood. Unbothered in every sense of the word. Her expression was cold and perfectly still. That woman could've been carved out of marble.

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Intro post

Will have sfw and nsfw works 🚨MDNI🚨

Realized I posted my first fic before any kind of introduction. So here's that intro post.

Up to date as of ~ July 1st 2025

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My name is AR Marie.

🇺🇸🇵🇷Afro Latina/x 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ Queer writer

I’m 24 years old

Any pronouns but they/them is preferred

I used to write fanfics forever ago but stopped because for whatever reason. It’s been so long I don’t really remember the reason I stopped. In reality I stopped posting and deleted old accounts, but I never stopped writing. Was so shy about posting if it wasn’t “perfect”.

Now that I’m sick of the dreaming and not doing, you know.

K-pop demon hunters revived this once dead hobby for me lol. But when I have a list of all the fandoms I plan to write for I’ll update this post.

I plan on posting fics AND original works to this blog

Constructive criticism is always welcome!!

Likes and reblogs are also appreciated!!

I also post on AO3 under the user Wezdae

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Reminders for fanfic writers who think it “doesn’t count”

✦ Your writing counts. like, a lot. If someone felt something because of what you wrote, then it matters. That scene you almost didn’t post? Yeah. Believe me, someone out there bookmarked it for a reason.

✦ Writing existing characters doesn’t make it “less than.” You’re building arcs, crafting dialogue, emotion, pacing. You’re studying character psychology like a scientist. That’s not “just fanfic,” that’s storytelling.

✦ “but it’s just fanfic” ...no. STOP, it’s craft. It’s understanding tone. It’s hitting emotional beats. It’s layering theme and backstory and prose into something people feel. You’re doing the work, you just don’t get graded on it. (Which, honestly is a blessing.)

✦ Writing fanfic means you love stories enough to live inside them. You care, deeply. You care enough to reimagine, to explore, to add something of yourself to a world you didn’t create and somehow still make it feel brand new.

✦ Someone out there rereads your fic like it’s their favorite book. Maybe they’ve saved a line to their notes app,or they quote it to a friend. Maybe they just think about it when they’re having a bad day. That little fic you almost deleted, it’s comfort now.

✦ Your comments section is real. Every “I needed this” and “this made me cry in a good way” is proof, you don’t need a book deal to matter. You don’t need a publisher to have an impact, because you already do.

FANFIC IS WRITING! Fanfic is yours.

You’re not “just” anything. You’re a writer, own it. Be proud of that.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Back to the Old House˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ A KPOP Demon Hunters Fanfic PART 1/?

This is the first fic I've written in quite a while. It's funny to think that this movie is the catalyst for reviving one of my oldest hobbies from 10 YEARS AGO. The last time I was writing, I was 13 and newly a fan of BTS spewing out x reader fics and imagines like it was my job. Now at 23 I'm once again back pulling all nighters to write about idols. Funny how life works like that.

Tags will update as more parts are added. So will the summaries and such. Posting now because if I wait around praying for perfection this will never get posted. You can read on AO3 if you prefer.

With all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy : )

Tags: Pre-debut-AU / Pre-Canon / Pre-debut Huntrix / AU Different First Meeting / anxiety and homesickness /

Very short 915 words

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From: User_sunliit_Celine@gmail.co.kr

To: Bobby_music@gmail.co.kr

Subject: Don’t be a stranger if you’re ever in Seoul

Bobby,

I’ll keep it brief. We’ve known each other long enough. And because we were once so close you also know how much I hate asking for help. But I will concede, this one time. I must confess. I need you back.

Celine

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     There wasn't a reason in the world Bobby could think of for Celine to be needing HIS help. The more sense he tried to make of it, the more questions it left him with. He tried his best to steady his heart and ignore the ever-growing pit in his stomach, but it was all in vain. There was nothing that could stop the wave of a million scenarios flooding his mind. What if the rush of Seoul was too much for him to bear? Would anything even look how he remembered? What could Celine need after all this time?

     A brief exchange took place after the first email, but, according to Celine, details could only be exchanged in person. This only left Bobby more worried. Celine had a unique way of doing things, to put it mildly. During her days as the leader of the Sunlight Sisters, many disagreed with her "Do as I say and trust I'll explain later" attitude. But in the end, there was no denying that her schemes seemed to always work out for the better. Bobby could trust in that at the very least. This will all sort itself out. It had to.

     A lifetime and then some had passed since Bobby was last in the city. Although he got well acquainted with the hustle and bustle in his younger years, he was still a village boy at heart. Never feeling entirely welcomed in the metropolis of Seoul. Despite that, he wasn't going to leave a dear friend alone to fight whatever mess she had found herself into.

     As he patiently waited at the stop for his bus to arrive, he unfortunately had nothing but time to reminisce. Bittersweet memories of his past ventures filled his mind. High school was the first time he'd left home by himself. His parents wanted nothing but the best for their son. And in their eyes, what was best for him had nothing to do with where they had raised him. He was sent to live with his aunt so he could attend class while in the city. His father argued that a city school would give him a better advantage. All it really ever did was make him extremely homesick. He dreamed of his mother's cooking each and every night. But to avoid seeming too ungrateful, he'd settle for the take-out his aunt ordered without any argument.

     He left home once more after that, bound for university. This time around, his mom made sure to prepare a few meals for him to hold him over when that lonely feeling inevitably returned. And hold him over it did. During those rough all-nighter sessions, the only thing keeping him from giving up were those delicious little reminders of home tucked away in his freezer. So, what, he stayed up studying till the sun rose? He had his mama's kimchi stew, that was all that really mattered to him.

     While the city offered many opportunities, Bobby didn't find them worth the sacrifice of rarely ever seeing his family. While at odds with what his parents had hoped for him, he returned home to find work. Bobby preferred it this way. He’d missed the little things about home. He missed the saltiness of the sea breeze each morning as it flowed by the stalls of the open-air markets. He missed his favorite corner store and his favorite walking path he took to get there. Each person he passed knew him an waved cheerfully as he’d walked. Bobby greatly preferred nights along the coast finding them infinitely more beautiful than anything the city could conjure. Each evening Bobby drifted off, lulled to sleep by the soft sweet symphony of nature; the stirring or crickets, humming cicadas, and the soft splash of gentle waves brushing the shore. The only nocturnal animals in the city were people, drunk, loud, and rushing about. Back home, Bobby could actually see the stars at night, freckled across the sky. He took them for granted until he realized that with a city so bright, all that lies above you, is vast, unforgiving, blank, dark nothingness.

     With no plans of ever leaving again Bobby couldn't've been happier. The uniformity each day brought, some may call boring, he called it bliss. But this newest trip was made unavoidable by one simple fact. Even if he couldn’t reason why Celine needed help it was true she rarely ever admitted she needed anything, from anyone, EVER. So there he was, once again, boarding yet another bus bound for the city. That pit in his stomach remained. The homesickness had already well settled in his gut. He told himself he’d be back in no time. Even if it was a lie and he had no way of knowing when he’d return it help to keep that sick feeling from totally overtaking him.

As the bus finally approached, Bobby took one last deep breath before stepping in. After getting settled in his seat, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Bobby: Hey, C! On the bus to you. I won't be long.

Celine: You're a lifesaver <3