#back to a more consistent writing schedule hopefully

[minijenn]

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

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

Ships: Link/Tetra

Rating: T

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

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

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[adventureofthedancinggirl]

Chapter 50: Aug 10-17: Shouto's Journal

Shouto's feelings about fall term, conversations with his friends, and some thoughts about family.

or: Shouto's therapist asks him to track his mood (emotions are hard to quantify)

[spencereidluver]

A is for About Time

july 07, 2008

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

word count: 1.3k

warnings: details of a case: strangulation, blood writing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve heard of it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A-B-A-B-B,” you think outloud.

“What?” Spencer is confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He softens his voice. “Hmm?”

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

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

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

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next chapter: b is for Boy Genius

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

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

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[winryrockbellwannabe]

🍃 Trying to get out of a rut 🍃

new semester, new me, am i right?

last semester I realized i was getting super overworked and i wasn't getting enough rest to make up for it, even tho I was sleeping 8 hours everynight and doing the routine that usually works better for me. But i didn't work bc of the amount of stress I was in, and now that routine does not work for me at all. So, even tho i was scared to change a routine that i knew i liked, i decided to change everything. but EVERYTHING

set a decent sleep schedule. Even tho i was sleeping 8 hours everynight, those 8 hours could be from 2am to 10am or 10pm to 6am, it was a mess. So now, im trying to roughly wake up and go to bed at the same time everyday

I also changed my breakfast. Even tho it's my comfort food, it started to work too well, and now it makes me fall right back to bed with my comfort movie. So that had to change. And now my new breakfast takes a while to prepare, so i use that time to drink water and clean up around the kitchen while breakfast is getting ready.

Mandatory rest time. But like, intentional rest time. 30 min before going to sleep, i'll try to do something that makes me feel more rested. Hopefully no screens, but i can't be that strict with myself. Most days I'll just put on some soft music and prepare the next day's outfit etc, but on good days i also manage to read for a bit.

change my usual study places. Ideally change it as often as possible. Im too used to my old study places, so now I can't be as productive there.

new study playlists. i went throught too many playlists while in college. Sometimes I would study while listening to musicals, then asmr, then disney instrumentals, then brown noise. It's important for me to choose the "vibe" im going for asap, so i stay somewhat consistent until im bored of that especific playlist again.

did I already post multiple times similar things? Yes, i did. But i needed to write and post this all over again bc i tend to forget about my own routines

[intheemptymirror]

bad habit !

idol!sumin x fem!reader

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

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

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

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

sumin loved to use his teeth.

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

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

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

— !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[adrikazu]

Can I ask a request of Diluc, Xiao, Childe, or Kazuha having an S/o who is like Kanao from demon slayer

DILUC, XIAO, CHILDE, KAZUHA W/ S/O SIMILAR TO KANAO

— characters: diluc, xiao, childe, kazuha.

— c/w: mentions of fighting, coin flipping, difficult pasts and fluff :) def not proofread

a/n: this definitely took a while and i apologize, my return was far past due. hopefully i’ll be more consistent with my writing, here you are though!!

DILUC

— a very gentle relationship

Not a lot going on at first, to be honest.

At the beginning, your quietness and your lack of expression and emotion distresses him a bit after growing interest in you.

But he can’t complain, because he acts in a similar way, except willingly.

You do it as an entire defense mechanism, he does it because he’s distrustful.

For this same reason though, you two learn to have more than a few things in common.

He is caught by surprise when you flip your coin around him. He learns quick why you do this though.

Your difficult pasts, surrounding your family, come to truth and you grow fond and caring of this gentleman.

He’s very kind with you, after learning about you and very very slowly easing you out of his shell. What he was not aware about was how you were doing the same to him.

He’s strong and responsible, and soon when he realizes the difficulties, you two don’t necessarily work through it on purpose,

But overall, having each other definitely helped you, and Diluc.

With your help, he may have been more open to showing his care towards Kaeya and Jean.

With his help, you may have decided on things on your own and grown to express your admiration and care for your loved ones.

In the end, he’s a very serious person, but he makes exceptions for you.

He may not be very expressive either, but it can be obvious when he’s glad to see you express yourself and make decisions on your own.

Diluc views it as progress for your health. He really cares about your well-being.

XIAO

— a very slow beginning

Not a lot going on here at the start either, especially here, with how quiet and reserved he is.

You two are EXTREMELY quiet. The beginning was definitely one of the hardest parts of your relationship.

He wasn’t willing to open up at all, and you just couldn’t start anywhere.

If it wasn’t for his curiosity to your coin, none of this may have happened.

From afar or from close up with very minimal conversation, slowly but surely he got closer to you.

Even though it was a very slow start, it was definitely a start.

Xiao may have found your silence quite a relief for a while. He might’ve been able to slip out a few words about how he felt, and then vanished away.

It certainly took a while before you two were familiar with each other enough where he could talk and he could pull you out of your shell to speak back.

But it happened. It just took many tries, and in the end, Xiao grew comfortable talking to you.

Your slow expressions of care towards him made him feel important, and noticed. He craved it, so his visits became more frequent. Progress with you was faster.

His trust in you grew and yours in his did too. You began talking, and your coin was to thank.

The people in the inn noticed this, and welcomed you whenever you passed around.

He perks up at your visit, and he continues to talk to you with care, and feels relief to see you speak in return.

CHILDE

— a golden retriever and a black cat, for sure.

He definitely approached you first.

Most likely impressed with the way you fought, and approached you in hopes of starting a conversation and perhaps a practice match.

But when you flipped your coin on heads, and you turned him away and only say goodbye, he was left confused. But also curious.

He kept pestering you, and you kept flipping your coin or leaving without a word because of your schedule.

But one day your coin landed on heads, and you owed him a fight.

He won, but it was a solid practice match. Childe grew intrigued with you and invited you to walk. Your coin landed on heads.

From here on he kept with you, on one sided conversation. But sometimes, Childe would talk to you about how he felt.

Your silence was just comforting—It felt like you were listening, and caring about what he had to say. Even though you just couldn’t really talk, and stared at him while he did.

But his constant fights and injuries did do a number on you. Your concern grew, and surely, your expressions did too.

This left him surprised, but excited. To him, he had found your weakness.

From here on out, he came to you with crazy injuries in hopes you’d talk to him. With this routine, his plan worked.

But after you did, it just grew on him. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to hear you. Childe grew fond of you.

To practice matches to conversations, he just wanted to be around you and you started to trust him and express more. Your ability to hold your own impressed him.

KAZUHA

— mending your expression

Another one who doesn’t talk much.

Your relationship started off interesting. His small tunes and poems, and his alcohol definitely caught you off guard a little.

He was interested in your form of decision making, your coin flipping.

Kazuha would ask you questions, met with no reply. But he didn’t give up.

Necessarily his talking, drew you in to listen, without much to say of course.

Kazuha shared with you his methods of expression; through his writing and the wind. You grew to express through these at first.

Whenever your coin decided to write with him or listen to the wind, you felt a little closer to him.

Kazuha revealed bit by bit his past, with words or through other means, which led you to do the same.

Sharing these important things also led to trust. Kazuha had earned your trust, and through it, also the practice of your expressions.

Slowly, after the methods you expressed your care for him. Your difficult past was revealed as well, and so we’re your skills.

Your practice with the blade impressed him, and he only grew more and more fond of you.

Soon your relationship with him was one of comfort, and short words. He as a person didn’t talk much, focusing on the wind and the quiet stillness of Inazuma.

You weren’t any different in the beginning. Your silence at first, was something he was fond of. You did not interrupt, you did not make a single peep at the stillness of the area.

Kazuha learned fast though that this silence was not what it seemed. But your relationship had slowly snatched you from your shell without even realizing it.

[arc852]

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

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

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

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

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

[sanjisboyfie]

updatesss

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lukesaprince]

Patreon Announcement 😢 📣

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

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

[getmylifetogetherwme]

Goals for This Week (10/28 - 11/1/2024)

Hi, all,

I haven't done a weekly goal post in like three weeks. Sorry. Things have been weird for me. I thought I should bring them back!

I know it's Tuesday, so not exactly the beginning of the week, but bare with. Hopefully next week we'll be back to our regular schedule.

Academic Goals:

This week's goals are to: finish up my English essay, study for my physics exam, and study for my ochem exam. Also, I'd like to start looking into doctors to shadow for some good med school hours. On the same note: I want to start dedicating more time to my research lab.

Fitness Goals:

My fitness goals are pretty much the same as always. I've been doing pretty good with consistency. People have been pointing out my muscle gains which honestly, feels really good. I'm going to keep with my 4 day split with 30 minutes of cardio everyday. My cardio of choice is usually just walking around campus after my day, but I'm on like my 4th or 5th week of cycling class, and I love it so much. It's genuinely one of the highlights of my week.

I fell off the horse a bit, unfortunately. :/ I was doing everything that I technically needed done, but I wasn't really putting all that much effort into it, and I don't like when I do that. It feels like a chore, and I don't like when my education feels that way. I love what I'm studying, you know, but I guess I just got a little burned out.

I don't really talk about it, but I've changed a lot since around the time I started this blog. I've become a lot more productive, and less depressed, but sometimes I still feel like I could be doing more, and I guess that's how I've been feeling. But instead of doing more, I kinda just sulked. Yeah. Thought I would just be honest. I don't want y'all to get the impression that I'm this oh-so-perfect student who never has a bad day and who just studies studies studies. No. I have to mentally work myself up to that. Maybe I'll write more about that soon. I know I haven't really been doing a good job at updating you guys and stuff... like my winter arc. Sorry! I'll try.

Hope all is well!

Thanks for reading,

-C

[theprettynosferatu]

PSA

Well, I didn't want to write this but the situation, I feel, needs to be addressed.

It's quite obvious that I've been less active lately. Truth is, I shot myself in my dumb foot by taking on additional work at the same time I've put myself in something of a caretaker position regarding an elderly family member. This was a very bad, very not good, very stupid thing to do.

Good news is that the additional work is not an open ended thing: it will end in July. I'll do my best to keep creating content until then, but please forgive me if it's a slower process. I simply made it so I have very little free time and energy.

After July, hopefully in can go back to a more active schedule.

Regarding the Spanish language short novel: oh, it's done. The only reason I haven't posted it on patreon is that it was commissioned as a surprise gift for someone and I'd hate to spoil the surprise! It should go up in April.

Seeing the patreon numbers drop is scary, but understandable and I don't begrudge anyone leaving. I only hope after July I can get more people on board by proving I can make good, consistent content, which I feel I've done for years now. So, rough times ahead, but hardly an ending to this here blog!

As for the people that have been supporting me through this, in any way: thank you so, so much. I suspect you aren't aware of how many times you've saved my cute butt, and I'm incredibly grateful.

I wish I could make more kinky fun stuff, but I'm afraid right now I'm delivering all I can. But rest assured, as soon as the extra work is done, the kink shall increase!

[6leggedhorse]

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

I haven’t posted all week like I should’ve and I’m here to say why. I want to start this off by saying that Uni isn’t easy for some people, for me it’s easy usually. However with an internship twice a week sandwiched in between that makes it a little harder, and that’s okay, I can do it. Now that I’m taking a personal day on Fridays, this will improve my mental health and only working twice a week may not be what I wanted but it’s what I needed. However school has gotten harder, I am in a group for one of my classes and they’re involved in sports. That’s great, nothing wrong with that at all, but the issue is that they’re doing everything last minute and giving me very little time to do my part as well as very little information.

There’s no consistency in our communication; I wanted to get a head start and complete the first project early, all things considered, I considered everyone’s schedules and thought if we got this done early, it’s gonna be less stress for everyone. But unfortunately, they don’t think the same way, and putting me in a time crunch to get stuff done isn’t something I’m comfortable and okay with. For the first project, I got one set of notes for a bit and then the other two and I didn’t perspectives or any more details so my ability to write, which I know I’m good at, wasn’t put to good use and potential. So for this project they were doing the same thing, and quite frankly I was and still not happy about it. At this time a bit before I began to take Fridays off, I began to get stressed out even more. I put off studying a midterm and paper for a social work class.

I felt so overwhelmed and loaded, I got so stressed out and angry, I felt like I was being put into a position where I didn’t matter and neither did my mental health. So I found a last minute solution to our project, we needed to go to a specific event for our class project. And they waited until and I mean UNTIL the very last minute on last week, no one communicated. I didn’t say anything for this project because I wanted to be flexible and allow them to address it because last time on the first day of school, I sent the first text in our group chat asking when to get the first project started and shocker, no said anything until it was due the last possible second. So for this project I crowd sourced more events and information on social media, they wanted to play last minute bull crap again and I was not having it.

I feel as though my boundaries have been crossed soon after the post, I got comments on events AND I emailed my professor letting him know what was going on. He told me not to work with them this one time and submit it on my own which I will be doing in parts today (ADHD-I makes it difficult to focus.) hence why I NEED to get a head start on things to not get to this point. I don’t mind small assignments but this is big, and when I get overwhelmed I procrastinate because an amalgamation of unfinished projects is incredibly overwhelming and scary I just avoid it. So they began to complain over the group text and I unplugged from it to take time to think and care for myself. I have yet to open the texts, for now, my sanity matters, they don’t get to ruin how my day goes.

So, you may not hear from me for a hot second so please try to be patient, and on top of all this I have a shitty mentor in the place I intern at. She is just so rude and talks down to me and my fellow interns, and my mentor herself increases my anxiety, it’s getting to a point where I’m ✨depressed✨. Next seminar I will be talking to my Liaison and finding a new group to work with. This sucks because I love writing on here, I love writing in general, it’s so therapeutic to me but school comes first. I will let yall know when I come back. Which hopefully by next Monday I will be, things get worse before they get better I need to roll with the punches and chaos, if there is any I trust, it’s Loki that’s for damn sure.

[freeuselandonorris]

hi tumblr user freeuselandonorris !! your writing is genuinely super amazing to read so I'm very interested in how your writing process is like. pls share with the class... in general and also in your longer works 🫶

hello! thank you so much 🥰 of course, i love talking about writing stuff!

as much as possible, i try to write in the mornings before i start work. it's taken me ages to realise i'm not a night owl - i like staying up late when i can, but i do my best work in the mornings and i like to write when my brain is fresh and not knackered after a day at work. mostly though, the reason why i'm able to write so much is just because it's habit now, i write for about 45 minutes most mornings. if you can (schedules allowing, i worked shifts for years so i know it's not easy!) i find making a specific time of day to write helps sooo much with staying consistent

i write in gdocs and don't do anything fancy with formatting. when i'm doing a first draft, i don't really go back and edit as i'm writing and i tend to just get the words down even if i know it's clumsily expressed or whatever. the first draft isn't for beautiful prose, it's for telling yourself the story so you can figure it out as you're going along.

if i truly get stuck, i just stick a note in like [XXX LANDO AND OSCAR HAVE CONVERSATION HERE ABOUT THE PREVIOUS NIGHT] or whatever, and then i can come back to it later and fill in the gaps. it's usually easier to figure out those sticky bits once you've written the bits after it, because then you know what you're writing towards.

thennnn i read it all through and figure out if there's any massive structural issues with it (e.g. if the pacing is way off and it needs another section, or the tone starts off one way and ends another way because i was in two very different moods when i was writing, etc)

once all that's done, i'll do another sentence-level edit, and this is where i make all the sentences sound nice and elegant and like i vaguely know what i'm doing. tweak dialgoue to sound more 'them', take out some of the adverbs, fix the punctuation, keep an eye out for using the same phrase three times the same paragraph, etc. and that's it!

sometimes if i really start to lose steam with a piece, i'll get about three quarters through and then do the editing, and by that point i usually know where i need to go because i've kind of refreshed my connection to the beginning of the story, if that makes sense?

for longer works (i'm assuming you mean like, mondayverse-level long) it's honestly kinda the same, except i write myself more notes beforehand - with monday i wrote myself a big list of all the races that year and what had happened to lando and oscar in them (deleting any where i couldn't find anything interesting) and added things like factory dates, figured out when the PR videos might have been filmed etc using the mclaren insta (rip to all those videos they deleted) as a cross-reference tool. then i wrote myself a VERY vague plot outline (about 10 bullet points) and inserted those plot 'beats' into the race timeline. and then i pretty much followed the process above, treating it chapter by chapter.

there you go! i don't think it's very exciting/original as a process but hopefully it was vaguely interesting :)

[territorial-utopia]

Happy 2024 to everyone!!

I'm writing this post to be like oh hey I'm still alive, despite my blog falling silent all of a sudden. In reality I have been off quite a lot but had a queue going for like 50 days. TTuTT

Towards the end of the year there I fell into a serious task paralysis, unable to do anything and being severely overwhelmed by everything to the point I missed the due dates of some bills too.... oh boi.

Doing better now though, got myself a new schedule going so I can hopefully get around to addressing everything. And doing personal projects, like Dragon's Lair (I have the next part planned out I just need to clean up the incomprihensible squggles into readable drawings) and other things I've been meaning to do.

I think 2023 was my roughest year in a while mental health-wise. I've been so deeply miserable that it's difficult to put it into words. But I've also had some good things too, but it's been tough and remains to be so.

In the end I'll be okay, I know that, I don't want to alarm anyone with this, just be honest about why I'm not here as much or why I haven't replied to messages/asks/etc.

I'll try to slowly come back here too, Tumblr and GT are one of the few more consistent things in my life and bring much comfort. <3

I truly hope we all can have a better 2024

[gliyerabaa]

updates

hi y'all

you've probably noticed that things have been really quiet on this blog as of late. like, I havent even been consistent at updating the queue

I'm doing alright, and I'm still here, just going through a lot of major life changes. I moved back in with my parents a few weeks ago and I'll be moving into my own place in just a few weeks here. so lots and LOTS of moving which is exhausting

additionally, I'm about to start my very first teaching job and so I've been busy getting my classrooms ready and trying to plan for the year (which is difficult to do when admin has told me virtually nothing regarding band schedules, instrumentation, etc.)

I am still writing occasionally, albeit very sporadically and very slowly. with everything that's been going on in my life it's been challenging to stay motivated and engaged with my work.

thanks everyone for understanding and being patient with me. I'll keep chipping away at fics and hopefully have more to share with you soon. <3

-Rae

[owlsandwich]

Proud Of Tag

I'm sorry that I'm doing all of these at once without queuing anything :P I know I'll just confuse myself if I try to schedule, and I'm on a roll!

This is such a nice tag! Thanks @eccaiia! I assume it's just posting an extract you are proud of :)

I'll tag @jeahreading @pb-dot @teacupsandstarlight @mundanemoongirl

@frostedlemonwriter @avoidingcertaindoom @late-to-the-fandom @theprissythumbelina

@anyablackwood @katenewmanwrites and everyone else who has some writing they are proud of! If you tag me, I'll read them all!

I'm going to share a little flashback scene. I don't do flashbacks often, and always try to keep them short, but this consistently seems to get compliments, so much that even the editor liked it :O

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A cold chill dripped through Matthew’s body. He didn’t want to turn to look at the spot where his instincts had pulled him. In the nightmares, he could never look away. Now, even in the glaring light of day, he was certain that the scene behind him would be just as he’d left it all those years ago.

It was evening, then. Magelights glowing in the grounds. The smell of flowers mixing with the scents that wafted tantalisingly from the palace kitchens.

Xander had snuck them a fresh loaf and so many cheeses that Matthew had been sure the servers would notice the absence. But hopefully enough wine would have flowed by the end of the meal that the Velbian diplomats wouldn’t care.

He’d skipped enough formal dinners to know his father would give him a strong scolding that evening. Apparently, it was an insult to their guests for the Crown Prince to not deem them worthy of his company, though Matthew could never see why. It wasn’t as if any of them had ever spoken more than a few platitudes to him.

No. He’d much rather be watching Xander throw bread to the fish in the pond, than pretending he cared about his royal duty.

Of course, he should have predicted that Oliver would be sent to bring them in. Despite only being a Potential, the nineteen-year-old shadow of his father’s Tactician was more of a stickler for the rules than any of the actual Royal Champions. In contrast, Xander, for all his good breeding, spent enough time in the kitchens that you could be forgiven for assuming he was a baker’s boy rather than a potential Champion himself. This was something they both enjoyed using to torment Oliver and his delicate principles.

The initial shots from the palace were a foreign enough sound that Matthew first thought of fireworks. It wasn’t until Oliver collapsed, barely missing the pond, that they thought anything could be wrong.

He’d been cradling Oliver in his arms when he watched the same thing happen to Xander. He’d never seen an Awakening before. Had no idea then what it meant. If he’d realised...

The man in the Velbian uniform who emerged around the boxed hedgerow seemed at first as though he was there to help them. Oliver’s shouted warning came too late. Unconscious, with no magic to protect him, the bullet faced no resistance. Matthew could only sit, frozen, as Xander’s blood clouded the crystal water of the pond, ears ringing from the crack of the gun.

It was thanks to Oliver that he hadn’t faced the same fate. The older boy’s shield, strengthened with the magic of a fully Awakened Champion, encircled them both and the shot meant for Matthew ricocheted uselessly into the bushes.

He’d known he had to move, could hear Oliver begging him to get up, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from his fallen friend.

When he asked later what had happened to the guard, Oliver had been evasive. For his part, Matthew only remembered the flare of magic from beside him — the blast that fired the Velbian back beyond the hedge. Oliver hadn’t wanted to speculate on the man’s survival. When he’d finally dragged Matthew to his feet, they hadn’t looked back.