#I need to update it it's been like...idk a decade

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TIL that you can assign an AO3 next of kin to control your account in case of your death???

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so do you ever find yourself being so careful around someone to spare their feelings even tho it’s not your responsibility and also they’re a whole adult

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svtforever17_ we’re back to black hair! everyone stay calm. she’s powerful again 💕

hoshifiedbaby SHE WENT RED TWICE AND BOTH TIMES SHE RAN BACK TO BLACK LIKE IT BURNED HER… WHAT IS THE MEANING?!?

vuismyreligion she hasn’t posted in WEEKS and just came back with a casual picture of HALF OF JEONGHAN’S FACE IN A DATE PIC like we wouldn’t go into cardiac arrest 😭

dkdaydreams i just know jeonghan made her that lego wall after being like “idk if it’s stupid” and now they have a shrine of bricks i’m screaming 😭

minghaosmanifestation THE STUDIO PIC??? oh we’re COOKING. LUNACY DELUXE ERA?!! INCOMING???! IM NOT OKAY 🥲

↳ missbitch1997 PLSSSSS I NEED MORE OF LUNCAY!!

↳ nanastudiofiles she’s so unserious but i’m FERAL. GIVE US THE MUSIC MA’AM.

babycaratrose you see black hair luna and you just KNOW it’s about to be her villain arc again. i love this 🤩

jeongnadaily THAT MOTHERFUCKING TEXT!!!?! WHATTHEFUCKKKK YOON JEONGHAN!!? 😫

ashonashonash i saw the corner of jeonghan’s face and my serotonin said ✅

↳ hannienanaarchive she be feeding us better than pledis rn thank u queen for this man who’s been ghosting the entire internet

jxjupdates english translation of the message: “If no one has told you yet today, let me. You did really well today, really. I’m proud of you, Nana-ya. So don’t doubt yourself right now, okay? Don’t worry. Don’t think too much. Don’t be scared. You can just… exist. Breathe. Be proud. And yes I know I’ll see you in a few hours, I’m not counting, but I want to see you like I haven’t seen you in decades. So breathe. Breathe. Eat something. And if the world feels too loud, remember that I’m here. Always. I love you in all the languages I don’t know yet, my pretty moon.”

↳ jeongnadaily I’m. Crying. Throwing up. This man is in LOVE.

↳ lunaticchild “if no one has told you yet today, let me…” oh so jeonghan’s gonna personally rip my heart out huh

↳ jeonghansleftvein WHEN HE SAID “I WANT TO SEE YOU LIKE I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN DECADES” THAT WAS SO ROMAN EMPIRE I’M NOT OKAY

shualight i can’t stop re-reading the TEXTTTT.

user19562901552 luna is so fake it’s insane 🙄 idc what anyone says but she’s literally using jeonghan for clout and aesthetics. he’s in the military and she’s out here posting half his face like some trophy. she’s loud, attention-seeking, and painfully average. jeonghan could do a thousand times better 🤷‍♀️

↳ caratsforluna Jeonghan would hate you. he’d burn you alive if it meant keeping luna warm. try him.

↳ nanasmoonlight you call her loud but jeonghan calls her his. he’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at her, so stay mad i guess 🤷‍♀️

↳ teamjeongna every time someone hates on Luna because she’s dating Jeonghan— i will remind you that he wrote her that insane love text, wrote her song and released it on her birthday, gifted her a bunny because she said she was lonely and has always wanted one, learned how to use a film camera just to take her pictures, called her “his constant” during their rookie days, a million more things, and probably did thousand more things we don’t even know about yet. he’s in love. painfully, obviously in love. y’all can hate but he’s busy worshipping her.

wonwonweasley the lego wall is eating me alive! I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE 🫵

caratforlife03 he called her “my pretty moon” and my lungs collapsed.

↳ nanajelly they are sooooo the love story where he looks like he doesn’t care about anything but actually writes her a letter every day to give her 😭 SOMEBODY WRITE A MOVIE ABOUT THEM!!!

↳ cheolsoftwife jeonghan said “don’t think too much. breathe.” and i’m using that as my wallpaper, life motto, and thesis statement.

moonlightbae she goes blonde = chaos. she goes red = crisis. she goes black = we ball.

lunaroyalty me reading that text: 😭

me translating it in google: 😭😭😭

me reading it again in korean: 😭😭

me wondering if i’ll ever be loved like that: 🧍🏻‍♀️

baebaebaeby not to be dramatic but this post just reset my entire year. taxes done. skin clear. heart broken but healed. lunch eaten.

sebongcentral who do i contact to get a tour of the JeongNa lego museum?!? i’ll sign an NDA. i’ll crawl. i’ll cry. i’ll PAY!!

lunarrrnotfound she gave us one half of his face and the full force of their love story. who does that. WHO!?

hanniehae_1995 jeonghan be like “breathe. exist. eat something.” meanwhile i haven’t known peace since the first line of that text 🥹

caratcore_17 not her posting like she didn’t just emotionally nuke us with that text. my girl this is a public platform!!??

queenjiyeonie to be loved like that 🥹… jeonghan is the type of lover who would lift you up when you’re running on empty— like he watches you quietly, sees everything you’re carrying, and then reminds you it’s okay to rest. he’s gentle without being passive, always present, always soft in the right places. and luna… she’s the kind of person who carries herself with so much strength and independence, but underneath it all, you can tell she just wants someone who won’t be scared of her fire. someone who meets her there, who doesn’t dim her down. they match because he sees her and doesn’t flinch, and she trusts him enough to let him in. and that kind of love? it’s rare. and so real. i’m just really, really happy they found it with each other. 💕

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Bang Chan: The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Seven)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, minor angst, fluff at the end, hurt/comfort-ish, alcohol consumption (reader gets kiiiinda drunk), trauma dumping, mentions of death, idk i probably missed some things [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: 3,951

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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a/n: hiiiiii friends!!! i know it's been a VERY long time since this was updated, or since i've even been active. life has been a bit difficult and busy to say the least. BUT i had the privilege to see skz at their new york stop of their tour and i VOWED that i would make some time to pick my writing back up no matter what. so here we are. im still going thru a few things (the biggest thing being my cc info getting stolen while in ny haaaaa 🙃) so idk how frequently i can update but i will do my best. anyway for those who sent asks saying they still check in on me and still reread my old stuff, i literally love you sooooo much i send you a very consensual and platonic kith on the forehead <3

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The next morning, you woke up to a sharp pain in your side. You gasped, jolting up only to hiss in pain. Strong hands quickly pinned your shoulders down, and you looked up to see Jeongin looking down at you with an awkward smile, “Sorry.”

“Please try not to move,” Hyunjin instructed from beside him, coming over to help hold you down now that you were awake.

Your instinct was to fight back from being pinned down, so you did, wanting to sit up to avoid the pain that would be caused to your side. A third pair of hands stalled your movements as Chan moved into view, concern creasing his features, “_____, stay still please. It’ll hurt more if you move.”

“Why am I pinned down?!” you demanded.

“We just want to look at the wound, _____.” Changbin explained where he was already reaching to peel the bloodied bandage away.

“Well why did you have to touch it?” you groaned, your head flopping down on the pillow like a child throwing a tantrum. “You woke me up and it hurt! If this is how it’s gonna be whenever I’m asleep, I–”

A large hand covered your mouth, and you already knew it was Chan’s before you even checked. You gave him a glare but he just stared at Changbin.

“Is it bad?” he wondered.

“It’s definitely...not...good,” he said, sucking in a breath between his teeth as he looked at your newly opened wound. “It might need draining tonight, but hopefully we’ll come up with something that puts her in less pain.”

You tried to say something but Chan kept your mouth covered. You bit his hand but he only smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Can you stop being weird please?” Hyunjin asked in disgust. “There’s a child here.”

“I’m not even a child!” Jeongin frowned. “Sorry, not all of us have been stuck at the same age for 30 years, old man.”

“Can all of you stop for a second?” Changbin sighed. “I swear, Chan, she brings out the child in you. More so than usual.”

Then he glanced briefly at Jeongin, “And I take offense to that.”

“Just let me fix the wound, Binnie,” Chan offered, removing his hand from your mouth. The first thing you did with the freedom was stick your tongue out at him. “You go do whatever it is you need to get done.”

He sighed but stood and handed the ointment to Chan, “Don’t bicker with her.”

“That’s not my decision.”

“Right, it’s the real alpha’s,” Jeongin laughed, earning a pinched cheek from the alpha himself, but his laughing persisted as he left the room.

As the three wolves left, Chan rolled you to lay on your side before kneeling down beside the bed. He opened the tin and swiped some white cream onto his first two fingers, “Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Did you…dream at all?” he pressed, but his eyes were focused on your side. You wouldn’t have ever suspected something was up.

“A little bit.”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. What did you dream about again? You knew you dreamed but you couldn’t remember what it was. But it must’ve been something amusing or important if Chan was bringing it up.

“What did I say?” you asked.

“‘No, Finley’,” he recalled in a murmur, eyes still trained on rubbing ointments into your wound.

Your cheeks felt hot. You knew why, too – or you at least suspected why – but you weren’t going to say anything to Chan.

“Y-yeah, Finn… He was my best friend back home,” you explained in a mumble.

Chan’s eyebrows knitted together curiously, “He didn’t come with you? I think most people fled from the Americas. Honestly, I was shocked you stayed up until a decade ago. There was that big war that drove everyone away.”

“Well, my dad fought in the war so we stayed. My mom didn’t want to leave him behind. Things were pretty bad for a while, but they got a little better when the war ended. It was slow, though.”

“So…what about Finley?”

Hearing him ask so bluntly even though his tone was casual made something click. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, “Are you jealous, Christopher?”

His golden eyes widened as he paused, looking into your eyes for the first time.

“Me? No,” he said, but you could tell by his tone he was lying. “Just curious. You’ve never mentioned a Finley until you were…telling him no last night.”

“Don’t be weird,” you scolded him. “Finn was just a friend.”

“But you’re still thinking about him, apparently,” he continued, going back to his work. “Saying his name in your sleep.”

You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes, “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, Chris.”

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Finn's dead now,” you stated plainly; numbly.

Again, Chan froze. His eyes, wide and apologetic, went to you, “O-oh��� Shit, _____, I’m sorry, I was just messing around, I didn’t–”

You chuckled, “You’re fine. I just wanted you to feel like an ass for a second.”

He made a face at you before he went back to tending to your side, “You’re a sassy little thing, you know that?”

You just shrugged, “I’ve been told.”

-

“We’re back!” Felix announced, walking in along with Jeongin and Minho.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room with Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin while the three wolves were playing poker and betting their various snacks they kept hidden in their rooms. You just watched even though Changbin offered to deal you in, figuring you had nothing to offer since Chan had confiscated every weapon you had – and that was all you had when you had shown up.

As the group of wolves that had come back from the market walked into the living room, Felix raised a brow at the three wolves in their heated argument over if Changbin was cheating or not. Then he looked at you, and you just sighed softly and shook your head.

“They’ve been doing this since you left, and I don’t even really know what it’s about other than stealing or something,” you stated, making him laugh.

“Hey,” Chan entered the room, eyeing the bags that the wolves were carrying, “did you happen to find anything to help _____?”

“Yup,” Jeongin giggled before tossing a glass bottle full of honey-colored liquid to him.

Chan caught the bottle easily, turning it over and reading the label, “Whiskey?”

“Alcohol can numb anything,” was all Minho gave him for an explanation. 

“If you’re gonna be mad, be mad at him,” Jeongin stated, jabbing his thumb toward the older wolf who merely shrugged and looked away from the alpha, walking into the kitchen with the rest of the bags.

“I can handle the pain–”

“You think we want you to be in pain if you have to be?” Felix asked him. “We wanted something to save you both the pain.”

“It really was Minho’s idea,” Jeongin mentioned, Felix nodding along.

Chan didn’t show any emotion, just looked down at the bottle.

Then Felix looked at you with a chuckle, “How well do you handle your alcohol?”

You shrugged. It had been a while since you’d gone to any taverns for a drink, but you used to be more of a midweight, “It’ll take a few shots.”

“We can’t get her drunk!” Seungmin exclaimed as he entered the room. You assumed he was either in the kitchen or in his room and had overheard the conversation. “She’s already attacked at least two of us while sober!”

“Seungmin…” Chan’s tone was a warning as he stared at the younger wolf, “don’t start. If you’re here to fight, go back to wherever you came from.”

“If Channie can forgive you for attacking his mate, don’t you think you can forgive his mate for attacking you?” Jisung asked mindlessly from where he was sitting on the floor. Only when nobody said anything did he look up and realize he didn’t read the room well enough. That obviously wasn’t the only animosity the three of you had. “...Sorry…”

You spoke up, looking back over Hyunjin’s shoulder to check his cards. “Frankly, I couldn’t care less if Seungmin forgives me or even likes me. Actually, if I cared any less than I do currently, I’d be dead.”

“_____–”

You looked at Chan when he said your name but cut him off, “I’m not saying it to be an asshole, I’m saying it so everyone knows. I don’t care about anything he or Minho has to say to me; they’re the only ones ‘keeping me hostage’ so they’re the only two I don’t trust in the slightest.”

While your last comment did make Chan and the rest of the pack kind of happy that you verbally admitted to having some sort of trust with them, Chan still didn’t want you saying anything even remotely rude to Seungmin or Minho. He knew it would only cause more fighting, and he wanted to avoid it.

“Look, Seungmin,” Chan began, rubbing his hands over his face before looking at the taller wolf, “we’re not doing it until tonight when you’ll probably be asleep. You won’t have to deal with her.”

“Well, I’m staying up to witness this,” Jisung giggled, putting a card down before picking up a new one.

Jeongin nodded in agreement. “This, I gotta see.”

“Plus, free drinks,” Changbin shrugged.

Chan groaned, rolling his eyes at the younger wolf. “They’re not for you! Whiskey is for _____ only.”

“Ah, c’mon, Channie,” you grinned, using the nickname you’d noticed the pack always used with him, “don’t you wanna have a little bit of fun? Being drunk alone is the most boring thing in the world.”

“I’m going to have to babysit you,” he stated playfully, walking over to stand behind the couch by where your head was. “I just know you’ll be a handful.”

“Ooh, what kind of drunk are you, _____?” Felix wondered with wide, curious golden eyes.

You hummed as you thought it over, trying to remember how you were whenever you went out to the tavern, “I think it depends on who I’m with and the atmosphere.”

“So she’ll be an angry drunk.” Seungmin spat. “Lovely.”

-

Whiskey clutched in your hand, you stared at Jisung with doe-like eyes as he patched up your newly-drained wound and helped you sit upright. Felix couldn’t help but laugh at your drunken state, while Hyunjin, Changbin, and Jeongin seemed to be having a race to see who could get the drunkest the fastest with the little alcohol that they were allowed.

“This is for _____!” Jisung whined when Jeongin tried to make off with the bottle.

So now, there you were: drunk off your ass. You didn’t even take shots, you just chugged straight from the bottle. Chan chuckled at first at how eager you were to down the liquid that burned your throat and made your stomach feel warm, but when you were sufficiently drunk and kept at it, then he began to get concerned.

But since you were still starting to cry and scream at the pain, Changbin put the bottle to your lips to silence you, like you were a newborn and he was giving you a bottle. Now, it was just a sharp pinch that made you wince and cry out with “ow” whenever you moved wrong. For the most part, it was a lot more bearable than the first time.

“_____, do you feel okay?” Felix wondered once you were sitting up.

“Uhhh-huh!” you nodded happily.

All of the wolves in the room – which was everyone except Minho and Seungmin – stared at you while you looked around at all of them. You definitely just seemed...different. You weren’t hostile or sarcastic; you were easy-going and smiling at all of them, and it was clear you were very different when you were drunk. At least, different from the you they knew.

Then again, you said it had to do with who you were with, so someone must’ve made you feel chipper despite just having a knife cut through you.

Chan placed a hand on your head, smoothing your hair back. “Do you want to go to sleep now, _____?”

You looked up at the alpha, and a wide smile spread across your face, “Channie!”

That made all of the wolves break out into laughter.

“She sounds like us,” Hyunjin giggled.

He was surprised at how excited you seemed, and was trying to contain his giggles as he asked, “Yes?”

“Can we do something fun?” you asked before putting the bottle to your lips.

Chan quickly grabbed it and carefully took it from you with both hands, “Ah, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

“I just wanna have some fun with my mate, is that too much to ask?” you pouted.

Chan laughed, his cheeks warming when you called him your mate, as he handed the bottle off to Felix for safe keeping, “When it involves you getting drunker than you already are, yes.”

Chan easily lifted you off of the desk, cradling you in his arms, “I’m gonna stay with her for a little bit in my room. I’ll try to keep her quiet.”

“I’ll…make an attempt to keep them quiet,” Jisung said unsurely, looking around at his three brothers who were joking and laughing, basically ignoring anything the alpha had said.

“Don’t worry,” Minho sighed as he walked into the room, “I’ve got the kids. Have a good night.”

The wolves chimed in with their goodnights after hearing Minho, so you waved to them and rested comfortably in Chan’s arms as he walked you back to his bedroom. You looked up at him the whole walk down the hall, studying every feature of his perfect face. You wondered how you got so lucky having such a good looking mate. You also wondered if Chan knew just how good looking he was, because if he didn’t, you wanted to tell him.

So you did.

“I like looking at you,” you blurted as soon as he shut the door to his bedroom.

Chan let out a laugh that vibrated his chest – you knew because you felt it against your arm and shoulder, “What?”

“You’re just so...pretty,” you repeated, reaching up to poke his cheek, right where his dimple was. “Hasn’t anyone told you you’re pretty, Christopher? Actually, no, not pretty. Maybe… I dunno, they don’t come up with a word good enough to describe you.”

He was still giggling as his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red, “Who’s 'they'?”

“The people who make the words,” you said as he set you down on the bed.

“Right, of course. The council of word-makers. How silly of me,” he continued to giggle, playfully rolling his eyes. “Y’know, you’re rambling a lot. I think it’s time you sleep, _____.”

“No, I’m busy,” you huffed, sitting up against the headboard and curling your knees to your chest.

“No, you have to listen,” he told you softly but still firmly, going over to the door. “I’m going to turn the lights off and leave, and you’re going to go to sleep.”

“Noooo!” you whined, reaching out for him like a baby. It was loud and something he didn’t expect, so it startled him a bit. “You should stay with me!”

Another smile began to form on his face as he cocked his head to one side, “Are you sure you want that?”

“I always do!” you admitted, although drunk you didn’t know she shouldn’t be telling him that. “I always want you to stay. But I’m not supposed to want you to stay. Y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. We’re enemies,” he chuckled and nodded as he walked over to the bed after shutting off the lights. He climbed in beside you and promised, “We can still be enemies but hang out together. Don’t worry.”

You immediately scooted closer to him and took his arm, putting it around the back of your neck and over your shoulder before laying your head on his shoulder. He immediately melted into you, letting his thumb rub against the skin of your arm as he smiled to himself and closed his eyes.

“That’s how it was with Finn,” you admitted, not really paying much attention to your words because of how drunk you were.

All filters, cautions, and inhibitions were gone now. You were willing to tell Chan anything – you wanted to tell him everything. You were ready to blab all of your secrets and put all of your cards out on the table.

Hell, you were fully prepared to admit that maybe you loved him but only kept yourself from that because maybe a few teeny tiny inhibitions still lingered -- the sane part of your brain that warned you there were still some boundaries.

Chan’s eyes opened, his eyebrows furrowed, but he continued to rub your arm with the warm pad of his thumb, so you didn’t know anything was wrong, “What do you mean?”

“He was a werewolf, too,” you told him, and that was when Chan froze – including his movements. But you were still too out of it to realize. “The only difference was I didn’t know until he shifted. He kept it from me. And…I think I was...his…mate…”

Chan wasn’t sure what to do with this information, but he didn’t want to make you feel like you did anything wrong by telling him, so he tried to stay natural. But damn, you were already a werewolf’s mate? He honestly never would’ve guessed judging from how you acted. He never thought you would’ve been a lot more open to werewolves. Not that you were really un-open to him, but you certainly were holding back a lot.

But if you were a mate, why were you training to become a hunter? Unless…

That was why you weren’t really a hunter.

After a beat of silence, his short-circuiting brain came up with, “Y-you…think? What made you unsure?”

You let out a deep sigh and explained, “I…loved Finn. But I always did. I never felt any different. I never felt that feeling I did like when I first saw you. Y’know, how it just…hits you. But…the feelings are the same…”

You started to feel a lump in your throat, and your eyes were watering a little. Maybe it was the alcohol making you emotional, thinking about your feelings toward Finley being the same as the ones you felt toward Chan. Or maybe it was just because you were finally saying it out loud.

Basically admitting that you love Chan, but still feeling guilty because you felt like you were moving on from Finley.

Chan also caught what you said. ‘I loved Finn. … The feelings are the same’. Did you love him? He didn’t want to hear you say it to him drunk, but he was still flabbergasted and didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was getting so much information from you all at once and couldn’t process one thing without being bombarded with another. The poor guy was malfunctioning right beside you and you had no idea.

“_____,” he managed to speak up, clearing his throat, “you don’t have to talk about it right now. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“I won’t have the courage to tell you tomorrow,” you sniffled. “Everything is hard to admit. It makes it more real…”

“I know,” he sighed, holding you a little tighter and going back to rubbing your shoulder. “But confronting and accepting your feelings will be better for you. We’ll figure everything out together, yeah? I promise.”

“‘Kay,” you sighed, too and just let yourself rest against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off of him.

There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, and Chan started to wonder if you were falling asleep. He wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to stay. Yes, you said you liked his company, but you were drunk. He couldn’t take your word when you weren’t sober. He knew a lot of people said a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, but he wasn't going to count that as you giving him any sort of consent for anything.

“Can you teach me more Korean?” you suddenly asked him.

He let out a quiet chuckle, “Where did that come from?”

“Changbin made a comment before. I didn’t understand much but I recognized ‘Korean lessons’ or something, and I assumed it was about me,” you explained.

His eyebrows raised and he nodded approvingly at the little bit of Korean you said, “Not bad. What do you know how to say?”

“I can say hello, goodbye, thank you, introduce myself, and a lot of haggling phrases.”

He let out a loud laugh, “You haggle?”

You sucked in a breath, imitating the way the other people at the market spoke, “No, no, no, that price is too low. This is quality deer meat and sells for much, much higher than that fuck-ass price you’re offering. What are you, stupid?”

You went back to your normal talking voice while Chan burst into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach with his free arm and kicking his legs, “Followed by, like, a bunch of swear words and insults. I’m really good at calling people ‘fucking dickheads’.”

You were pretty sure you could hear loud laughter from down the hallway, but that might’ve just been the rest of the pack sharing the rest of the alcohol.

“Okay,” Chan breathed, still letting out little giggles as he wiped tears from his eyes and cleared his throat to try and calm himself down again, “okay. Yeah. Alright. Well, you clearly know all the fun stuff, so… Wait, okay, I’ve got a good one.”

You sat up straighter and turned to look at Chan, “Lay it on me!”

He sweetly sang a short phrase to you with a smile, and you repeated it back to him in the same tone, making him giggle some more. You noticed Chan was very much a giggler.

“What did I say?” you asked.

“Goodnight!” he grinned with a loud laugh. “Remember, it’s bedtime?”

Your eyebrows fell and you gave him the most unamused look you’d probably ever made in your life. All of the alcohol in your system was giving you a second wind that covered up any of the exhaustion you got from being sliced open, so you were less than thrilled about sleeping.

“No,” you stated plainly.

“It’s late, you’re drunk,” he listed as he began to lift the covers to tuck you in, “and you’ll heal better with as much rest as possible.”

You found yourself obeying him anyway, moving to lay down as you let Chan cover you with the blanket, “Are you sleeping in here?”

“...Do you want me to?”

“Duh.”

“Duh,” he imitated you, making a face as he moved to lay down beside you. “Go to bed.”

You rolled over to face him and closed your eyes, “Night.”

“G’night, _____. Sweet dreams,” he smiled down at you fondly.

After a few seconds went by and you didn’t feel him get any closer to you or drape his arm over you like you thought he would, you scooted closer to him, nuzzling into his chest. He just chuckled before lightly putting an arm around you, but you could feel the happy rumble deep in his chest.

Chan was pretty sure that was the quickest you’d ever fallen asleep since being at the house.

[repressionmd]

a selection of housefics i love!

i will make a part 2 when i reach character limit :D currently there is just 11 fics here but i WILL be updating!

Playtime's Over or The One Where Cuddy Forces House to See a Child Psychologist - mskullgirl

author summary: Following the events of "Skin Deep" (season 2, episode 13) House spirals out of control and stops eating and sleeping. Cuddy eventually offers him a deal; five sessions with Dr. Addams, the hospital's resident child psychologist, in exchange for three months off of clinic duty. What could go wrong? word count: 48k my notes: SO GOOD!! such a fun analysis of house and it has potentially my favourite accidental child acquisition of all time

Everything He Wants - the_northwind

author summary: House discovers that Wilson is a better coping mechanism than Vicodin. There's no way this could go wrong. A rewrite of the season six finale and beyond where instead of Cuddy, Wilson goes to House's apartment after the crane collapse. word count: 11k my notes: has one of my favourite hilson fic argument scenes. they're dysfunctional and messy and SO in character i couldn't recommend enough

Hypothesis - IreneSpring

author summary: At the beginning of the month, James Wilson decides to break out of his depressive spiral by having an affair with the first woman who is not needy. By the end of the month, he is facing an existential crisis decades in the making. word count: 15k my notes: haha wilson you are gay (jokes aside this fic is actually so fun and silly and made me LAUGH at the hoops our wilson jumps through to eventually realise he didn't get anywhere anyway)

Under My Skin - rhythmofsnow

author summary: Thirteen has a meltdown. House is there to ground her through it. (Post 5x05 "Lucky Thirteen") word count: 1.4k my notes: caring house my beloved... autistic solidarity my even more beloved <3

Composed - ferretwhomst

author summary: compose verb /kəmˈpəʊz/ 1. calm or settle (oneself or one's features or thoughts). 2. write or create (a work of art, especially music or poetry). or: a sick, restless Wilson finds himself in need of House’s company late at night. House indulges him. word count: 2.2k my notes: SO BEAUTIFUL.... wilson is so gay and so melodramatic and house matches his freak so well and WRITES HIM A PIANO PIECE....... they're so soft with each other idk its just beautiful. please read this

Soothe me now, soothe me, old friend (eng) - culturenana

author summary: Wilson would love to – Wilson would like to do so many things, make the most of countless wasted opportunities, erase every mistake, since his time has shortened without any warning, cruelly consuming itself under every cough. / House holds him close as if he is about to slip from his arms, and neither of them has the courage to discern what this thing between them is. There is no excuse or rational diagnosis that could cover it up. word count: 7.2k my notes: oh my god this fic made me want to bawl its so beautifully written and i have been shying away from post-finale fics purely to save myself the heartbreak but im SO glad i didn't do that with this one. they mean everything to me ;-;

'Samson's Mistress Cut His Hair, Thus Removing His Strength' - Sparklesinthewater

author summary: Set in season 3. Stacy doesn't come back. Tritter doesn't interfere. But the drugs and the infarction keep getting House into trouble anyway. Wilson is trying his best (but his best may not be what's best for House). / Or, House gets himself a girlfriend. Life goes downhill from there. word count: a beautiful 129k my notes: hello? hello!!!! can anyone hear me!! fic of all time!!!! a novel in its own right, and i did in fact stay up till 3.30am finishing it. impossible to put down and did make me want to cry in places. absolutely stunning. would recommend to everyone

a thousand teeth (and yours among them) - itooaminthisepisode (anarchy_opossum)

author summary: Sometimes, when House gets too overwhelmed by his emotions, he gets a little bitey. This is five times House bites Wilson, and one time Wilson finally bites him back. word count: 10k my notes: GORGEOUS STUFF!! amazing characterisation with lovely internal voices <3 they're so them and it makes me so happy

i let you win, i love to lose - sesamie

author summary: a short thing inspired by the thought, "what if amber and wilson's sex tape was ***for house***?" it seems like exactly the kind of toxic manipulative thing amber would pull and bring wilson along for. so here it is! set after the finale of season 4, and wilson and house haven't spoken about everything yet. things are bad between them and that's where the angst in this comes from! word count: 4.6k my notes: this fic did irreparable things to my psyche i mean ACTUALLY i do find myself thinking about it as im going about my day. genuinely was blown away by the sheer power of the prose i'll be honest 😭

we peeled the freckles from our shoulders - flowersinapril

author summary: Greg is twenty-three and James is nineteen when they first meet as counsellors at a sleepaway camp in the Adirondacks. word count: 2.1k my notes: GOD THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL... AAAHHHHHH i dont even have any words. please read this. crops watered joy delivered will to live restored etc. oh my god.

I'd Make a Deal With God (I'd Get Him to Swap Our Places) - TheFandomLesbian

author summary: When Wilson receives his terminal diagnosis, House flees to the hospital chapel. He doesn't know how to pray, but he strikes a deal: his soul for Wilson's life. When Wilson goes into remission, he has no choice but to uphold his end of the bargain. / In which House learns nothing about God, but everything about worship, in the arms of his husband. word count: 11.3k my notes: HOLY FUCK.. obsessed and i mean Obsessed with love as religious Especially when it comes to gregory 'religion is meaningless' house like this was so... good. it was so good. house is so desperate and so in love and its the most delicious thing ever

[madschiavelique]

just had a thought i needed to share. yes it’s about young!halsin. again.

so, imagine young!halsin, training to be a druid. he’s all cocky, always saying how he always wins any fight because he’s bigger than any of the rest of the students.

but then you come in the picture, and you want to outrank him, to be the one student considered as best.

starts this little rival to lovers situation, with lots of banter, lots of ambition, and lots of tension.

you end up being together, being young lovers that see the world in pink all the time because of how you love each other so deeply.

but you’re getting seduced, not by another student, but by a side : the shadow druids.

they saw your ambition, have observed your determination when it came to winning, and managed to make you believe that you would actually be of use by joining them.

and one night, as the training temple gets attacked, halsin sees you in the flames, leaving as a tear rolls down your cheek and you disappear in the shadows.

years pass, decades, centuries.

he never forgot about you, how could he ? no one forgets their first love.

and one day, he hears about some shadow druids that have been seen nearby. he knows nothing good comes when two druidic circles that are oh so different are sharing territories.

so he gathers a small team, and decides to sneak on their camp at night. his group attacks, and the shadow druids are all surprised yet manage to fight fiercely.

but not fiercely enough.

they pull back, but now without halsin’s group being able to capture one of them for questioning.

and his heart drops when the one shadow druid that is brought up to him is… you.

your hair’s a bit different, the paints of your circle marking your face harshly but, you haven’t changed.

and you, you see halsin. he’s bigger although you thought that wouldn’t be possible for an elf, his face marked by a huge scar, and all the regrets nestled in your heart come back to the surface

you’re brought back to his quarters, tied up, and ready for interrogation.

it’s so weird, for the both of you, to see each other again after so many years. you’ve lived entire lifespans since the last time you saw each other, and yet both of your heart beat the same song when your eyes cross.

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS ARGH DO Y’ALL WANT TO HEAR THIS OR NOT LIKE IDK

update about this : check this lil part 2 about my thoughts on this ✨

[boolger]

The werewolves of Stonemill ☆ COD

updated from: werewolf 141 x werewolf reader something idk

[chapter 1]☆[chapter 2]

MDNI ☆ MDNI☆ MDNI ☆ MDNI ☆ MDNI☆ MDNI ☆ MDNI

(These first two chapters aren't too dark, so they will be posted here. The rest of the fic will only be updated on A03)

☆ Fem!reader x Poly!TF141☆ explicit ☆ wip ☆ 1/12 ☆ 1.2k words.

☆ summary: You had been living your best life in Stonemill for a little over half a decade by now. A lone shewolf living in the town and working at the local bar, surrounded by a lush nature to roam through at night, a perfect piece of Paradise in Montana. A place you DO'NT want to share with any other werewolves. So, when a group of men turns up, buying a big house and stinking of alpha werewolves, you're territory is threatened - and these men doesn't seem to get it into their thick heads, that they need to leave. In fact, the assholes become rather interested in you, trying to get you to join their pack. You just want them to leave, one way or another - but it seems like they won't take no for an answer.

☆ tags: Dead dove don't eat, werewolves, mention of graphic violence, dark!141, poly!141, afab!reader, omegaverse, dub-con, non-con, werewolf AU, foursomes, fivesomes, heat, scenting, hunting, killing animals, chubby reader, forced bonding, kidnapping, non-con touching, non-con drug use.

☆ notes: So this is lowkey taking place in Montana BUT: i am not american and have never been to montana, im just kinda freestyling, just go with the vibes and pretend it fits pls. Be aware that there might be some grammatical errors here and there, this might be an omegaverse but I aint got a beta.

(These first two chapters aren't too dark, so they will be posted here. The rest of the fic will only be updated on A03)

Nestled in between mountains, with trees curling along the roads and fields, the forest caressed the edges of the little town Stonemill. With a small watermill, creating a constant humm of water around the houses, with the stream intertwining the small gardens. It was a quiet town, with at most 150 townsfolk, the farmers living at the edges and with a lush local life.

That was why you liked Stonemill. You hadn’t grown up here, but found it randomly, once you grew old enough to find your own place. By now you had lived there for years, arriving once you were 21 and 5 years later, you still couldn’t imagine moving.

You had everything you needed. A social life, a nice workplace, time to read and do what you wanted, the opportunity to roam the rich nature around you in peace. Sure, a lack of a love life, but you didn’t mind that. A lone wolf, enjoying her life, one could say.

And your wolf was enjoying the freedom in the nature around her. Without any other werewolves, shifters, whatever terms people used for your kind, you didn’t have to bother protecting it that often. Twice, other wolves had passed by, but always left, not fighting over the land. An angry, lone omega weren’t to be messed with.

It wasn’t unusual for a wolf to live alone necessarily, especially since it was common to leave your parent pack in your early twenties, to find somewhere to settle on your own. You had done just that, but in contrast to your two siblings, you hadn’t found any partners yet. 

Despite the respective house owners and farmers, you considered yourself the owner of the area, whether people knew it or not. This was your territory - and your wolf was known in the area.

The locals didn’t mind you, not even the farmers, since you dutifully kept away from their livestock. You tried not to attract too much attention while in your wolf form, but there had arisen a little cult following around your wolf, much to your confusion and displeasure. It started around four years ago, when you saved a woman from an aggressive moose that had gotten into the streets somehow. You had chased out the moose, hoping nobody would believe the woman - sadly, you lived in the age of technology and when working at the local bar the next day, you were shown the security footage by several people. Ever since that people would whisper if they saw you roam the streets, trying to keep in the shadows while you walked to the forest. At least people tended to leave you alone in your wolf-form. 

You were happy. Working at the bar kept you busy, roaming the forest at night kept your wolf sated. 

… That was until they appeared.

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“It’s a wonderful place, Captain!” Nikolai declared, “Forest and mountains - perfect place for all of you to settle down!”

“Wasn’t it like 10 years since you drove through the place?” Gaz asked, still skeptical about the idea. He would follow his pack of course, no doubt about it - he loved them all too much, his wolf was like a lovesick puppy around the others. They were all alphas, an unusual group in that sense, without any betas or omega members. Which had also made them such an effective team, aggressive and close to each other. But damn if Gaz didn’t dream of an omega or beta sometimes… Of pups, of their pack becoming bigger.

“yes, yes, but that is besides the point, my friend!” Nikolai brushed his criticism off easily, making Gaz roll his eyes. But he could smell the happiness coming off Price - he knew his captain too well. He had already decided, already fallen in love with the legendary Stonemill. 

“Why America?” Soap whined, who knew for what time, even pouting a little, “they dinnae even have good food.” Gaz clapped him on the shoulder.

“Blendin’ in, Johnny,” Ghost gruffed next to him, giving him a little annoyed stare, “Your furry ass won’t be anythin’ special in the states.”

“Thought ye liked my arse, L.T,” Soap answered while battering his eyelashes at the bigger werewolf, making all the other men roll their eyes, Gaz included.

“If we even want to hope finding our own territory, where random wolves won’t raise too many questions, we need to find somewhere else,” Price pointed out, taking another drag of the cigar, Gaz watching the way his lips closed around the cigar for a moment, “Nikolai’s idea doesn’t sound bad.”

“And if there already is a pack?” Ghost asked, something dark in his tone that Gaz recognized. It always appeared when Ghost had to find out how violent he could be on the missions.

“Then we figure out whether we’re killin’ or chasing off,” Price said with a shrug, dark words said nonchalantly. Gaz didn’t even need to see Ghost without his mask, to know that a grin grew on his face. The way they both talked about this, about fighting for the pack, made Gaz want to suck their dicks.

Retiring this early hadn’t necessarily been Gaz’ plan, but John was getting older and Soap’s knee was getting worse. The mere thought of being in the field without his two pack members made the werewolf want to throw up.

A dark need grew beneath his skin. The urge to find a perfect place for them all, killing if they needed to. He would rip limb from limb, ruin people’s lives, making the world around him a living hell, just for his men.

Most werewolves knew not to fuck with four alpha men in a pack, but sometimes they did anyways - and it almost always ended bloody. Rumors were crawling between the walls of the base now too, of them not being entirely human - but it was mostly just ignored. The few who weren’t human themselves knew the instant they got close to the base. The same people tended to make themselves scarce whenever the 141 were around, knowing they were in their territory anyways.

Nikolai and Price continued to talk, but the voices blended together.

Somewhere new would be a clean slate too in that sense, he supposed. 

Gaz could feel the urge to change, to let his wolf take over at the idea of running through the forest freely. For his hands and feet to change into paws and get the opportunity to just roam.

There had never been much space in the UK, one always had to be careful and in the bigger city, a new werewolf culture was growing, of several packs living in one territory without one being more important than the others.. No, no, Gaz wanted to run free with his pack, wanted to kill prey with his teeth, taste the blood on his tongue, wanted to —

“Earth to Garrick.” Ghost’s dry words and the snapping in front of his face earned a little growl, but from the crow's feet around his eyes, Gaz knew Ghost was smiling. Asshole.

“What?”

“Thought we lost you there,” Ghost hummed.

“No.” He grunted, a little embarrassment crawling along his spine at the thought of having to admit to his daydreams. Despite everything they had gone through, the pack tended to consider him the least dangerous, teasing him for his day dreaming now and again. Gaz wasn't going to give his three lovers more ammunition.

“I just said that Laswell will have our papers ready soon, Kyle,” Price softly rumbled as he stepped closer, free hand gently running along his cheek, the other holding the cigar. Gaz leaned into the touch, eyelids half closed, letting out a little pleased sound. Thoughts rushing through faster before saying,

“When can we leave?”

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[ignitesthestxrs]

this is not a post that is a life lesson exactly, but it is like. an update on my life and how glad i am to have had options in this situation, and it can also be a metaphor if that metaphor is helpful to you

anyway, in mid february my boss was like 'hey do you have time for a catch up in at 11.30', and i had to do my regular self talk down of 'you're not getting fired lol clam down' except

(okay i didn't get fired, but i did get laid off.)

(read more because i've never told a short story in my life)

which. positive news, i got laid off in aotearoa nz and not america, but it is still the worst job market my case worker at the ministry of social development has seen in 20 years, so i wasn't feeling like. hype. about this situation.

the specifics of my career are that it's not really a career so much as it is a place i started working at when i was 17, and then didn't leave. it had nothing to do with my degree and wasn't doing anything i was especially interested in, but it was a job, and i was comfortable there, and it paid for half a surgery i needed and dealt with a solid decade of my unmedicated panic attacks, so like. solid work. a job that did essentially what i needed it to when i needed it.

that being said this left me in the position of: not having done a job search, ever! not having a CV! not having comprehensive knowledge of my own skillset because i learnt half a programming language on the job and only knew how to use it with my company's bespoke software! i was not feeling confident!

the huge caveat to this is that i DID receive 38 weeks severance. and when i say huge, i mean that was the safety net/prize that allowed me to do literally anything after the point of being laid off. like. had i not had that financial cushion, i had enough of a governmental safety net to fall back on if necessary, but it would have been high tension misery and panic the whole way through. at no point would i have dealt with any of it with grace (and frankly, no one should have to).

but because i did have that safety net, i had options, and i also just had the ability to...start dealing? my main concern was like, okay, given that this is happening, am i going to be able to continue living pretty normally for the next few months? yes? okay then, the only thing to do is to start doing.

(there are many things to do in this situation, but it did help me to picture having one path, and that path was Forward).

so idk i used my ten years of reading ask a manager on breaks and started writing cover letters and applying for jobs and now i have one. this is a simplification of a process that was at times miserable, and always deeply fucking boring, but i also think that the nature of just getting a rolling application process started helps with the overall brain-work of not taking rejections personally. like, if you're applying to everything that your skillset vaguely fits, your feelings can't be too hurt if a company comes back with 'skillset too vague bitch, nice try'.

anyway the job i ended up landing - and it was One Job, but You Only Need One - has ended up being something in the public sector that in the process of learning it existed, i became weirdly enthusiastic about. it also has a week more holiday than my last job, pays 10k more, and is in the same suburb i live in. it has more opportunity for career growth, and apparently i can also get free eye tests? that sounds nice. and i landed it quickly enough that i still have a stack of that severance money left for savings and also purchasing a celebratory build your own wooden pinball machine set.

all this to say, getting laid off was weirdly the best thing to happen to me this year. perhaps in many years.

which. that's LUCK, so much of this is luck, and location, and random happenstance. but also, you know, some of it was mindset and work also. some of it was due to decisions i made about my job and my mental health over a decade ago. i am a person who was able to deal with this situation pretty okay today because of decisions i made as a much less stable and unmedicated young adult.

this is what i mean about this being a useful metaphor if you want it to be. on account of the luck and the happenstance etc, i would never want to say 'this bad thing that happened to you is secretly a chance for a good thing to come!' because: i genuinely don't believe that.

but i know i have been a person in the past who fucked up in ways i had to trust my future self would be able to deal with and built on. i have had difficult and bad situations in my life that had very little to do with any power i had over those situations, and i had to pick a direction and start walking, because the other option was to lie down and not move.

and that process has been habit forming. allowing myself to take breaks when i could afford to, even if it meant not keeping up, meant that i could built up my tolerance to risk and disaster at my own speed, befitting my own capacity.

i am haunted by the version of myself that i believe could exist if i wasn't weighed down by everything that i am. a hannah who is less tired, more focused, less mentally ill, more supported by generational wealth and opportunity. she sits just out of reach, and occasionally she looks back and says, a little concerned, 'aren't you worried you're just making excuses, though? don't you think if you were a little more disciplined, you could be me? are you going to be so kind to yourself that you forget you even wanted to be me in the first place?'

i am: always worried about these things. but i am the person who is here, and i am moving forward at the pace i am able. for the most part, it's working out.

[angel-gidget]

Gidge's Guide to Amethyst

I did one of these a while back, but with reeaallly low-quality images. These days, there’s more Amethyst stuff out there, and that’s worth an update in its own right.

Amy’s first appearance was technically in Legion of Super-Heroes #298 which featured a “pull-out preview comic” to entice people into picking up the maxi-series. I’ve yet to get my mitts on it to confirm if it’s just sample art from the maxi-series, or has dialogue/art never seen anywhere else. Regardless, your best starting point is probably gonna be…

I. 1980’s 12-issue Maxi-Series (+ follow-up Annual)

High jump-through-portal fantasy. Fantastic creatures, creepy villains, magical royalty, intricate world building that explains some things and lets your brain fill in the gaps for others, and consistently gorgeous art. Can’t recommend enough.

The annual shown takes place after the maxi-series and sets the stage for the ongoing series that follows.

Get it by Patron methods: Dc Universe Series Page DC’s Showcase via Amazon or Abe Books (Note: no color art for showcase, only black & white)

Get it by Peasant methods: Over here. 💎

II. 1980’s 16-issue Ongoing Series (+ follow-up Annual)

While there is a lot of fantastic stuff going on with the ongoing series, it is more of a mixed bag.

While I am forever in love with cover of issue #11, I remember turning to page 1 and wondering what the heck happened to the inside art. It’s not bad, really. It just doesn’t meet the high bar of the covers (or earlier interiors). Looking back, I realized the art was getting less detailed well before that, but my reading was all over the place as a kid bc I’d just read whatever issues I could find.

This here, at issue #12, is actually a good place to stop. By which I mean, the next 4 issues + special reek of grimdark edge-lord bs that doesn’t even make sense without reading Crisis on Infinite Earths. However, if you wish to proceed…

The final issue of the ongoing is technically a cliffhanger, and the Special grants the writers the extra pages they need to finish wrapping up their whole Lords of Order & Chaos/Dr. Fate tie-in.

After this, someone in DC editorial raised their pencil and went “Hey! What if we made the Gemworld the origin for one of our Legion of Super-Heroes villains?” And thus…

Get it by Patron methods: Dc Universe Series Page DC’s Showcase via Amazon or Abe Books (Note: no color art for showcase, only black & white) (Also note: Showcase contains both Maxi and Ongoing series)

Get it by Peasant methods: Over here. ⚔️

III. 1980’s 4-issue Mini-Series

This thing is all kinds of whack, but it is gorgeous. I get the impression that when Kieth Giffen and Mindy Newell were assigned this sucker, they just read a summary of the OG series and winged it.

Probably not, since they technically wrote those final issues of the ongoing, but that’s how it feels. Despite this, it’s grown on me like a fungus, and the mind-blowing art by Esteban Moroto is, like, 98% of the reason why.

Amethyst is always at her weirdest when Dc is trying to tie her in with the rest of the DCU. In this case, the mini is supposed to explain how a Legion of Super-Heroes villain has origins that go back to the Gemworld. Why? Idk. But if I remember correctly, it was even part of the advertising for this series.

Get it by Patron methods: … you can’t. There are no re-prints of any kind and it’s tough to track down. If ye crave this treasure, best ye look to piracy, matey.

Get it by Peasant methods: Over here. 🔮

IV. 2012’s DC Nation Amethyst Cartoon Shorts

In hindsight, these may have been made as the advent of the Sword of Sorcery series, but they really were a charming sip of water after two decades of nothin’. A cute lil’ standalone series that turns the Gemworld into a video game. Amy is then, of course, sucked into it.

Fun fact: the producer, @briannedrouhard is on tumblr, and often posts art and further ideas she had for the series.

Watch it: Full Series is officially free on Youtube. 👸🏼

IV. 2013’s Sword of Sorcery: Amethyst

This New 52 eight-issue (9 included the ‘0’ issue, oy) series got my hopes up after all those years, but I gotta admit I was a bit disappointed by the completely new supporting cast. Apart from Amy herself, none of the original characters made it into the series.

It feels likely a completely different fantasy series with an “Amethyst” label slapped on it. That said, Aaron Lopresti’s art is beautiful, and this version of Amy—Amaya—eventually joined the New 52’s Justice League Dark and picked up a bit of a cult appreciation over there.

That said, I’ve had some spoilers for her time on JLDark, and the storyline is just a bit… too… dark for my tastes. So I’m quite content to see her nu52 series retconed, even though I did nearly collect all 9 issues.

Get it by Patron methods: Dc Universe Series Page TPB via Amazon or B&N

Get it by Peasant methods: Over here. 💜

V. 2019’s Wonder Comics - Young Justice: Gemworld

Remember how I said Amethyst always gets weird when she collides with the greater DCU? Yeah, forget I said that. Never mind. Most brilliant combo idea since peanut butter and jelly.

No, I’m not biased not at all bc I’m a big Young Justice fan. Nope. Ok. Maybe a lil’ bit. While the continuity here is it’s own thing, there are a lot of nods to the original Gemworld in the world-building.

Does this series fully explore the potential of all the ideas in it? Frankly, no. YJ fans complained a lot about the lack of breathing space in this series for a reason. But I’m still happy with it and happily re-reading it for the fun ideas it slaps together.

If you are reading this for the Amethyst, however, there isn’t much point in reading past issue 6, aka volume 1 of the trade. After that point, Amy stops getting much spotlight, though she remains on the team’s roster until the series’ end.

Get it by Patron methods: Dc Universe Series Page TPB via Amazon or B&N

Get it by Peasant methods: Over here. ✨

VI. 2020’s Wonder Comics - Amethyst Miniseries

The fact that both this series and the YJ one appear under the “Wonder Comics” label is a bit misleading. They do not share any continuity at all. However, the opening splash page of the first issue references multiple events from original Amethyst continuity!

Later world-building details make it clear that this is a different version of Amy and the Gemworld, but Amy Reeder’s affection for the original series remains apparent.

Get it by Patron methods: Dc Universe Series Page TPB via Amazon or B&N

Get it by Peasant methods: Over here. 👑

VII. 2021’s Amethyst, Princess of Gemworld by Shannon & Dean Hale

This one is actually a kid-oriented graphic novel. Again, with its own continuity and world-building. I think the thing that stands out to me the most about this take is that the Hales give Amy a kid brother and make him quite relevant to the plot.

It’s pretty stand-alone and not really marketed as a comic book per se, but it is charming and the art is quite cute.

Get it by Patron methods: Graphic novel via Amazon or B&N Get it by Peasant methods: Over here.

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In Summary:

“Original” Amethyst Continuity (by Dan Mishkin & Gary Cohn and later Kieth Giffen & Mindy Newell ) is contained in Volumes 1-3. This is made of up the Maxi-series, Ongoing, and Mini-series from the 80's.

New52 Sword of Sorcery Continuity (by Christy Marx) is completely separate and self-contained.

Wonder Comics: Young Justice continuity (by Brian Michael-Bendis) is separate and self-contained, but has many nods to original continuity in it.

Wonder Comics: Amethyst mini-series continuity (by Amy Reeder) is mostly separate and self-contained, but implies that it shares events with the Volume 1 maxi-series.

Kid-friendly properties like Brianne Drouhard’s DC Nation shorts or Shannon and Dean Hale’s graphic novel make for fun additions, though they were not marketed as though they might tie in with any comics.

[luckystarchild]

I just recently dipped my trembling toes into the ocean of writing and OH MY DAYS—it took me TWO WHOLE MONTHS to cough up 30k words LMAOO

AND YOU!! OVER A GODDAMN MILLION??! You are not human. You are a writing DEMIGOD!!!!! I am in awe... and also mildly terrified for your mental state HAHAHA

But for real, this whole thing has slapped me in the face with a new lever of respect. Like, I already admired your work before, okay?? I wasn't a complete dumbass 😭 but now?? Now I see.

The vision. The blood, sweat and existential dread behind every chapter. And the fact that you do this FOR FREE?? OUT OF SHEER LOVE??? GET OUT WE DON'T DESERVE YOU 😭

And it's not even just the writing. My story haunts me. I'll be walking down the street, minding my own business, and BAM—random plot idea. I'm jotting down ideas constantly, rearranging scenes in my head, spiraling over vibes and vibes only. Writing is not a task, it's a lifestyle. A curse. A beautiful suffering.

And the worst part?? I want to write. SO BAD. I want to sit down and just vomit lore all over my screen. But then life shows up like, "Haha here's 12 deadlines, a rent payment, and your soul slowly decaying in capitalism." I am fighting demons every day 😭 You've been doing this for almost a decade!! HOW??

Idk where I'm going with this tbh, I just needed to SCREAM into the void and say: authors are suffering right alongside readers. We wanna get to the next chapter too!! We just gotta fight life first.

Anyway. Y'all (we?? HAHA) deserve all the flowers. And snacks. And naps. And unlimited validation. Please never forget that!

I hope you're drinking water, getting enough rest, and occasionally touching grass (but only if it sparks joy). Sending lots of love, admiration and a standing ovation from some undisclosed location on this hellish little planet.

Forever in awe,

—A fan, a fellow feral writer and a humble goblin of the craft 💗

FIRST OF ALL: What the fuck do you mean, implying writing 30,000 words in two months is somehow slow or not enough? Babe, I'm lovingly gripping you by the face and speaking to you from half an inch away when I say that's fucking fantastic. Sorry if I spat on you at all when I hissed that in tones of very tough love. Do not downplay your achievement. Do some math and wrestle with the knowledge you wrote what amounts to 500 words a day consistently for 60 goddamn days and that's more consistency and dedication to writing than some people show in a lifetime, what do you MEAN only 30k???? And just so you don't think I'm blowing smoke, I wrote about 31,000 words of Lucky Child over the last 60 days, plus a little for A Good Cup of Foe, and this is as productive I've been in a VERY long time. I'm trying to update LC monthly and 15k a month is basically an entire LC chapter and that means you wrote two months of LC updates, to put it in perspective. You and me, we are the same. We were producing roughly the same amount at the same time. I'd be SO HAPPY with 30k in two months, over the moon, ecstatic, and you should be too.

Also if you average out how many words I wrote per day since LC was published and you don't strip out the time I spent on hiatus not touching the project with a ten foot poll, it's also about 500 words per day. So like, again: You and me? Same. Same. Now just multiply what you did by a few years. That's all there is to it!

Truthfully, though, I've been doing this a lot longer than LC reflects. Before LC, I wrote a fanfic (another nearly-million-word monster) under another name and that took like 5 years or something to finish, so really I've been doing this for... well, a long time. And as a kid/highschooler I was writing, too, though not at the same volume or as consistently.

POINT BEING, high output for writing takes practice, and you just had two months of EXCELLENT practice. It's all about building a habit, and you're doing exactly that. That urge you feel to keep writing is the result of practice paying off. You should be so proud of yourself. Now all you have to do is keep writing. You'll look back in 10 years at your million words and smile.

... granted, you'll also be limping a little, and you might have calluses on your wrists from where they hit your desk while typing, and your eyesight might be a bit worse, and the font you use while writing might've gone up a few sizes to account for that, and there may be a few new character voices screaming at you to write their stories. There wasn't any grey in my hair when I started LC, but there is now. Every strand is a sign I made it out alive, and like you said, there's a lot to survive these days. But we can do it. It's just 500 words a day until you fucking drop. Simple, really.

(I say "simple," but after 60 days of work, you now know the truth. Writing is an exercise in suffering. Every moment spent writing is a bloody, exhausting battle. Writing is pain. Creating is pain. Every letter I type wounds me. But the only thing that hurts worse than writing is NOT WRITING, so... I write. Because if I didn't, I might actually die. Lucky Child haunted me every single day I wasn't writing it and it haunts me even now as I reply to this ask.)

Anyway. Replace "Comedy" in this scene with "writing" and you get the gist:

ANYWAY. Thank you for this very sweet message, but please recite it to yourself in the mirror, too! YOU ARE A WRITER and you wrote 30k words in 60 days and that is AMAZING. Thank you so much for the encouragement. WE deserve it!

[gamer-comix]

announcement? sort of?

tl;dr: i was sad but now im feeling better. we're back to "UPDATES SOMEDAY I SWEAR" status! also making friends is good.

(much, much) longer version:

so around three months ago i made this post about how Shit Got Bad and i didn't really have it in me to be funny and keep the blog going anymore. there was, uh, a lot of shit going on at the time

to keep this as vague as i possibly can without it turning into a callout post, a very close friend i'd known for nearly a decade had been treating me like complete dirt for a few months with no clear reason, which got progressively worse and worse until they finally up and ghosted me the second i questioned them about it.

(also, they faked a suicide attempt to scam me out of nearly a thousand dollars. so that was fun.)

i tried to kind of downplay it and keep things lighthearted in the hiatus post, but this came as a massive, devastating shock to me. i felt like i was at a complete loss and couldn't really deal with...well, anything, let alone running a silly comedy blog

but somehow im actually doing a lot better now? like, way WAY better. to my surprise, i've received overwhelming support from friends, family and strangers alike. i've met a lot of new people, and found the courage to break out of my shell and be more social and outgoing in general. which sounds cheesy as hell but it's TRUE. it put a lot of things into perspective for me and i feel like an actual human being again for the first time in a long, long while. it feels fucking awesome! and it's all thanks to anime discord servers

this isn't exactly the "cringing and taking it back in a month" i was expecting, but this has been a huge step in the right direction for me and, yes, i've been seriously thinking of ways to bring back this blog. idk when that'll be exactly (im currently working on another, non-comix project) but someday. SOMEDAY. I SWEAR. I MEAN IT THIS TIME. at the very very least you can consider this a "im not sad anymore!" update

so uhhh moral of the story is sometimes people will treat you like shit and make you feel like shit no matter what you do and it's NOT your fault. and you don't need to put up with that! you deserve to have people who like you and want you around! and those people are out there! i know firsthand how hopeless it can feel and how scary it is to try finding new friends but it's so, so, so worth it

(also im almost done with volume 5 of vampire knight and jesus fucking christ it does not get better. in fact im told it gets worse. yippee)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ifonly1]

It's been more than a month and many people are still unable to accept the fact that jimin and jungkook has enlisted together using companion system/Buddy program. They are two friends, one of the two closest friends actually for more than a decade so it actually shouldn't be that hard to accept it unless you think these two are not even friends.

There are many many taekookers and many jk solos who still belive that just because jungkook hasn't said "i do rely on jimin" means he doens't rely on jimin so for people like those let me tell you, the Buddy program itself implies that both individuals in Buddy program rely on eachother, there's no need for neither jm nor jk to say it out loud cause the main purpose of it is "RELYING ON EACHOTHER" for mental stability. Idk if y'all are actually this dumb or y'all just wanna cope with something since it's getting hard for y'all to accept it. "But jungkook hasn't said-" it actually doens't matter if he says it out loud cause the process, the name itself is enough. If he didn't need anyone to rely on or if he wanted to enlist with some other BTS members he is capable enough to do that. This man has said it multiple times that he does what HE WANTS and no one can tell him otherwise.

I read a tweet saying "if jungkook didn't get the unit he wanted then you know who held him back" this was them implying that jm begged jk to enlist with him and jk is some spinless puppy who can't do decide for his own so he went with jimin like i want y'all to go outside your shipping bubble for 10 min and say this to some people and i can guarantee you they simply gonna call you mental on your face cause that's what it's giving. See there's two options, you either Accept that jungkook is spinless human who can't think for himself or he loves jimin too much to deny him anything as lots of you people believe jm begged and jk accepted (Cause saying yes to enlist with someone for 18 months even though you don't want to means you should love that person too much) OR simply accept the fact that jimin and jungkook are two close friends who enlisted together according to their own will without anyone forcing them to do anything.

And if anyone think "jk had no option" then you're completely wrong there's many accounts who update on military service which has made it very clear that there are options for both of them to enlist individually but jimin and jungkook still decided to do it together so accept it as it is without making a fuss about it even after a whole month cause that's screaming stupidity and insecurity and nothing else.

[grungiiuvu]

(I sent an ask ages ago but tumblr was being really weird with it and gltching out so idk if it went through. If it did and you've been to busy (your life is always the most important I was just thinking about this after the update) ignore me xxx)

Had brain worms recently and made art for cvpotiors (gorgeous acronym btw)

Mu Qing and system (+ Feng Xin). No background because I'm lazy. Ngl I wasn't sure what jade white skin meant so I had to look up Chinese actors that were supposed to be that pale and colour dropped. If he looks janky that is because those were the only reference images that I used.

Bonus sketches:

Idk what Fu Ailian looks like, I know like Mqs mum but idk what she looks like either but this was my attempt. Please excuse my handwriting it's very janky.

I have questions too.

Has/will Hua Cheng get his butterflies to help serenade Xl with him? (I'm imaging them with tiny violins while he sings on one knee, arms outstretched)

What are Sqq and Mq's favourite songs respectively?

(Idk why but I get a musical theatre vibe from Sqq, I can see them belting 'Candy store' at the top of their lungs while Shi Wudu looks on in horror)

Also the latest update was heartbreaking and amazing. My day was made 3000% better by reading it. Thankyou sm

OH MY GOSH THAT ART IS GORGEOUS!!! IM OBSESSED!!!!! (Sorry it's taken me decades to respond)

I really love Mu Qing eye rolling at the system, haha, he looks so pretty and done with it. (Feng Xin looking handsome as ever too lmao)

Xie Lian looks so done with his kidnapping attempt and, poor Feng Xin, daydreaming about the guy who really wants to just beat him up haha.

Your Fu Ailian looks perfect!! She's got such a lovely warm vibe :D

That's such a beautiful idea: I think Hua Cheng has definitely tried to use his butterflies to romance Xie Lian but he might need some help (advice from SQX) before he attempts to serenade anyone

SQX would enjoy most pop songs, I think: sadly, I don't think they've broadened their horizons anywhere beyond that and just sing the same pop songs everyone else is already tired of. She's so only ever knows an artists most popular songs (like only knows 'Espresso' by Sabrina Carpenter and can't name anything else)

Mu Qing hmm... Maybe some TV Girl? But that may just be my love for them. He'd like those unique sounding bands and would hate when they get popular/mainstream (he's such a gatekeeper)

I'm so glad you liked the latest update!! I felt particularly evil writing it lol

[psilliguykai]

Allow me to re-introduce you to William McSprout of William’s Wanton Weary Wiles!

I wanted to release the full story for this AU, but the old ref sheets have been haunting me since I released them (I’ve just. never been happy with how they turned out) and I finally feel in a place to do them a little more justice. I’ll be posting the other re-draws (there’s minor design tweaks too but not enough to count as full on re-designs) soon too.

Updated character info under the cut:

- Works at a small grocery/general tourist store

- Still does music as a hobby, but pretty much nothing beyond messing around on a piano or uke and singing covers. He's uploaded a couple to youtube that have like 200 views but will probably blow up in a decade when they resurface ^^ /lh

- Likes to do more visual arts in his free time. He can't draw shit, but he's an excellent sculptor and pretty decent at clothes altering (sewing, dyeing, bleaching, etc.) and jewelry making. + makeup of course

- Spends his extra money on video games. Probably sneaks into his friends' colleges to use their arts equipment or smth /lh

- Not aware of HMS, though they’re aware of him. Mostly just feels a general sense of dissonance during splits, rather than Knowing the presence of these Multiple Actual Guys. Can’t interact with Marybell, same as HMS can’t (directly) interact with the “Real World”.

- Mood Swings and very mixed self esteem. He’s simultaneously the worst most lazy rotten thing to ever deface this earth and also extremely talented and cool and strong and the best and anyone who doesn’t like him is simply Wrong and should fuck off [<- all in his eyes. whatever he “actually” is is up to you :]]]

- Not particularly he's actually fairly self aware and emotionally intelligent. Unfortunately knowing and caring/doing something about it are not the same :') He is ultimately a caring guy and he Will [haha] be there for the people he cares about when they need him.

- He doesn’t like to burden other people with his problems and will usually just kinda either A: disappear when things are getting messy for him personally. Or B: try to convince both himself and others that “things are great!!” [<- lies] and distract himself with parties, going out to drink, etc.

- His sleep schedule is fucked and no one can tell if it's affecting him or if he's just Like That

- He’s a solid 6’2 with an intimidating and fairly confident stature. He’s generally high-energy and outgoing when he's not going through a depressive episode.

- His favorite food is American cheese and this is honestly the character trait I think about the most. I need you to understand. He's tasted and enjoys other cheese too. He's extremely knowledgeable and has passed several blind taste-tests while drunk. He just really fucking loves American cheese for some reason idk man

[rotting-ink]

So my dumbass i need to admit had no fucking clue in what kind of time period this IF took place (not me writing OF and laughing my ass off before correcting it)

Like after the first bit which was the prison background i legit had no fucking clue idk if i was just stupid bt then i continued reading the update and the arranged wedding background. Death to mcs dad btw. Fuck that guy. 😒😒😒

I digress sorry. Bt then i kept reading and i was like... tf yall talking about carriages and horses and shit. And it hit me and i was like ooooooh this is not a modern IF because i was funny expecting that. I thought MC made a deal with Seir and just many many decades passed and they just didnt age 🤣🤣🤣🤣

No fucking clue why!! 😭😭😭 so i laughed at myself a bit.

I loved the update tho. I really do love your work so much and i am so grateful that you're working on this it's so good.

I did have a question thats probably been asked bt I'm lazy and my glasses don't always work enough to go search shit up. So for the RO that's married. I think it's V. Might be wrong. But how would romancing them even work. They have a whole spouse? 🤔

oh my god that’s funny. It’s set in the 1800s roughly and only hinted at a date RIGHT at the start

also fully blinked when you said “fuck the mc’s dead” because the Sharpe papa is fully dead RIP to a real one then realised you probably meant Fox-Vincent and the two dads you get through that with one being a deadbeat

as for V! So yes, they have a spouse. So they’ll be cheating on them but you’ll meet the spouse soon dw. You won’t feel that guilty

Thank you for the compliments!