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[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader SMUT

A/N: Thanks for 2,000 followers! Okay, you deviants asked for this and here it is. This is my first time writing smut and I struggled hard with writing it for one female with five men. Especially five men who don’t view each other romantically or sexually.

You don’t need to have read my short series for this to make sense but still recommend going and checking it out!

Also, Hyeon (Mystery) finally gets to do what he’s been aching to do since the beginning.

Contains p in v, multiple orgasms, polyamory/gangbang…? Oral (f receiving), praise, overstim, multiple creampies, fingering, biting, maybe degradation.

Word Count: 4,828

Master List

MDNI 18+ 🔞🔞🔞

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

It was an ordinary night.

Many weeks had passed since the defeat of Gwi Ma and the confrontation with Celine. You had your debut as a solo artist a few weeks ago, Saja Boys style. You had a street performance where you performed your new song, ‘River,’ and then the recording of ‘River’ and the finished version of the song you sang with the boys during ‘Your Idol’ was released as well.

Your popularity built quickly despite you being a solo artist, which was due to your relation to both Huntr/x and the Saja Boys, both being powerhouse idol groups. So you were very busy directly after your debut, going on variety shows and working on a music video for ‘River.’ Thankfully, the production team knew how to work with you from your time doing Huntr/x’s visuals for so long.

But tonight, you finally had a break. A free day. You had spent most of the day with the girls, who were also busy with their comeback quickly approaching. Now, you were spending the night with your boys, who felt starved for your affections.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent any time with them at all since your debut. In fact, you spent most nights at their apartment. However, it had been a while since you had a weekend to yourself.

The boys had already pampered you with dinner from your favorite restaurant, and then they had let you pick the movie for the night—providing you with all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks as well, of course.

So you all curled in a pile in front of the couch, the coffee table pushed to the side and a nice comfy nest made of blankets, cushions, and pillows underneath you all.

You were sitting in Hyeon’s lap, leaning against his chest comfortably as Hyeon reclined against the couch, his arms wrapped around your stomach. It was Hyeon’s turn to have you in his lap for movie night. Jum and Chungae were slouched on either side of you, their heads resting on the edges of your hips. Kwan had taken the space between your legs, reclined with his head on your stomach. And Jinu was stuck pouting on the couch, the closest he could get to you as he laid across it.

You were content to watch the movie with the warm fuzzy feeling you got from being with your boys like this.

Meanwhile, Hyeon was having a situation.

All day, Hyeon could only think about your debut performance. They had all been there of course, to support you. The song was like a punch to his heart—in a good way. But that wasn’t it. Mira and Kwan had both helped you come up with the choreography so it was… hot to say the least. And now here you were, in his arms while his mind was stuck on the way your hips moved during that dance. The way your hair flipped. The sultry look you had flashed them when you sang.

So his eyes weren’t on the movie at all, he had no idea what was happening. Instead, his eyes were on the expanse of skin on the crook of your shoulder, his mouth itching.

You were in his arms. Your skin was right there, his favorite place in the world. Your scent filled his senses.

His teeth gently sank into your skin.

You felt Hyeon’s teeth pressing into the skin of the crook of your neck. You could feel his lips too. And the warmth of his mouth.

Your face flushed abruptly and a sound escaped your lips—somewhere between a mewl and soft gasp. You slapped a hand over your mouth, surprised by the sound that had left your own mouth.

The room froze. Then tension abruptly began to rise.

Kwan turned in between your legs to look up at you, his chin propped on your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His eyes flashed a hint of amber as he gave you a roguish smirk. “What was that, babe?”

Chungae shifted, sitting up more so he could lean towards your neck, the side Hyeon hadn’t bitten. He brushed your hair back, his pupils slightly slit as he leaned close to your ear, “Will you make that pretty sound again, darling?” He pressed his lips to your neck in a kiss and you squeaked beneath your hand.

Jum took your hand, the one that had been in his hair just a moment ago, sitting up as well. “Not that one, beautiful,” He chided softly before nibbling on the knuckle of your pointer finger before sucking on it gently. His eyes glowing amber up at you.

Jinu leaned over you from the couch, his eyes amber as well, tangling his hand in your hair so he could pull your head back to look at him. “Come on, pretty girl. Sing for us.”

Your face was hot and your heart was pounding in your ears, racing in your chest. You’re sure your eyes reflected the boys�� and were beginning to glow amber as the warmth in your body increased.

Jum leaned closer to you, unable to resist the pull he felt as he pulled your hand from your mouth and pressed his lips to yours. You could only close your eyes and give in to his demanding lull. Ever since he first kissed you, Jum became obsessed with kissing you, tangling his tongue with yours and mapping every crevice. He could spend an eternity happily devouring your mouth with his.

The boys were shifting around you, drawing closer to you than they ever had been before.

Hyeon’s arms tightened around your stomach, placing more soft kisses and bite marks along your shoulder and neck. It made you sigh softly into Jum’s mouth, which he swallowed greedily.

Chungae followed his lead on the other side of your neck, but he preferred wet kisses and suckling marks into your sensitive skin. It made you gasp and hum, squirming in their arms.

Jinu took one of your hands from Jum’s grasp, pulling it back towards him so he could kiss the skin, making his way down your arm. “Is this okay, pretty girl?”

Jum reluctantly pulled away from your lips so you could answer, instead lowering down to your throat to plant his own marks across your skin. You couldn’t answer though, breathless as you were, “Mhm…”

“Use your words, babe,” Kwan hummed teasingly, nuzzling into your stomach to push your shirt up so he could map your curves with his lips.

You sighed, “Yes, yes it’s okay…”

The boys’ eyes glowed brighter, their pupils narrowing. The tension in the room got heavier.

They started maneuvering around you, Kwan sliding your shirt up and over your head. Jum quickly returned to devouring your lips and any little noises you let out. Chungae and Hyeon went back to sucking marks into your skin with more enthusiasm, their hands running up and down your legs on either side of Kwan. Jinu reached behind you, between you and Hyeon to unclip your bra.

Once you were free of the fabric, the boys lavished attention on your breasts. Chungae moved from your neck down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, making you gasp as his tongue rolled over the sensitive flesh. Jinu took advantage of the freed up spot, tilting your head with his hand in your hair so he could suck his own marks on your neck.

Kwan kissed up your stomach, his fingers kneading your soft curves as he moved up to take your other nipple in his mouth. You couldn’t help but buck your hips—well, try to since Kwan was between your legs.

The boys were bumping into each other but they didn’t care, their abdomens flexing as blood rushed south. They took up the space around you, the air you breathed was the air they breathed and it was intoxicating.

Jum pulled away, but your lips weren’t long before Jinu turned your head so he could claim your swollen lips next. Hyeon’s hand had wandered south on your body, dipping under the waistband of your pants curiously. Your breath hitched against Jinu’s lips.

The boys helped you shimmy out of your pants and then your underwear, slick with your want.

Jum and Kwan switched places so the maknae could be between your legs while Kwan began to suck his marks into the purpling mosaic forming across your chest, neck, and shoulders.

“Thanks for the meal, beautiful,” You vaguely heard Jum’s low voice before you felt the heat of his tongue lick a long stripe up your slit and circle around your clit.

You let out a long moan at the same time Jum let out a pleased groan, your head falling back against Hyeon’s shoulder as you panted, your chest heaving beneath Chungae and Kwan’s lips. “Baby…”

You could feel his lips smirk, “Might have to change my stage name if you keep moaning for me like that…” Jum mused before diving back into your heat. Your taste was addictive on his tongue, he barely came up for air except when he had to before going back to devouring you. He flicked your clit back and forth with his tongue before focusing on reaching as far into your depths as he could, using a little demon magic to lengthen his tongue which made you squeal into Jinu’s mouth.

Chungae reached down, stimulating even more as his fingers slowly circled your clit.

It was too much for you. Jum’s tongue inside you, Chungae’s fingers on your clit, his and Kwan’s lips around your breasts, Hyeon’s teeth nibbling on your shoulder, Jinu’s lips against yours and so many hands everywhere.

You came with a strangled moan against Jinu’s mouth which he swallowed greedily. Your hips grinding against Jum’s face as Chungae’s fingers on your clit made you twitch with pleasure.

You sagged against them as you came down from your high, Hyeon murmuring in your ear, “Good girl…” Which made you shiver pleasantly.

Seeing you in the height of pleasure only riled the boys up more, like sharks sensing a drop of blood in the water and sending them into a frenzy. They were having more trouble controlling their demon features, their black patterns flickering to the surface, their teeth sharpening and their eyes glowing a bright amber with thin, cat-like pupils. At some point, they had shed their shirts so they could press their feverish skin against your own.

Chungae and Kwan reached down, gently taking your thighs in hand so they could spread them wider for you. “Open up, darling…” Chungae purred against your chest.

“Gotta stretch you out for us,” Kwan mused.

Hyeon’s arm snaked around, gently easing a finger into you, hushing you when you mewled, “Shh, easy princess…”

Jum’s mouth was around your clit now, sucking on the bud and twirling different shapes around it.

Hyeon’s finger thrusted in and out of you, stretching your walls slowly. Your thighs tried to close around them but Chungae and Kwan held you open. Jinu shifted from behind you, moving to be by your hip so he could add a finger in with Hyeon’s. He drank in the sight of you moaning at the increased stretch. Together, the two men worked you open while you climbed higher and higher in pleasure.

With Jum’s mouth around your clit and Jinu and Hyeon’s fingers stretching you, it wasn’t long before you felt like you were teetering on the edge of another climax. “G-gonna…” You warned them this time now that no one’s lips were occupying your own, the noises of pleasure you were making slipping out freely.

Kwan chuckled, the sound rumbling against you, “Greedy girl, coming again so soon.”

“Come for us, pretty girl,” Jinu mused, a dark look in his lidded eyes as he and Hyeon worked their fingers faster.

So you did.

You came again, their fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. Until you slumped bonelessly against Hyeon, the bulge in his pants grinding against your back and making him growl lowly. “Fuck princess…”

As you recovered, the boys shuffled around a bit again until the boys had shed their pants and Chungae was between your legs. Your already hot face felt even warmer, you could feel Hyeon pressing against your back and Chungae was rubbing his tip in your slick, coating his cock in your juices. Your mouth was open as you tried to catch your breath, practically drooling.

“Gonna be a good girl for me, darling?” Chungae questioned sweetly, a smirk on his lips.

You nodded, already partially fucked dumb as you babbled, “Mhm, please Chungae, wanna be filled…”

The boys bit their lips, groaning. Chungae cursed, “Fuck, darling…”

Chungae hooked the tip of his cock at your entrance, staring into your eyes as he slowly pushed in. He groaned as your tight, wet heat enveloped the head of his dick. “Oh, fuck, darling, you feel like heaven…” Chungae had to take a moment to breathe or he would start thrusting into you like a feral beast, his cock twitching at the thought.

You mewled, arching your hips towards him. The stretch of just the tip was still enough for you to feel it, despite the boys stretching you on their fingers. The boys were enraptured, watching your face as Chungae slowly stretched you open on his cock.

“That feel good, babe?” Kwan purred, swallowing thickly as he held one of your thighs open. Jum was on your other side, holding your other thigh open gently.

“Yes, feels so full,” You mewled as Chungae bottomed out in you with a hiss, breathing heavily as he held back from pounding into you.

“Good girl…” Jinu murmured, stroking your hair out of your face. Your skin had a light sheen of sweat that made you glow.

Chungae began to move, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, making you clench around him with a gasp. He cursed, “Fuck, don’t do that darling or I won’t be able to hold back…”

You moaned, reaching up to pull his hips flush with yours and the two of you groaned, “I don’t want you to hold back… I’m not fragile…”

Your words sent a surge of arousal straight to his cock and he couldn’t help how his hips pulled back and slammed back into you, making you gasp and clench around him again. So he did it again and again until he was pounding into you.

“Fuck darling, if you don’t want gentle, then we won’t give you gentle,” He snarled as his hips snapped into yours. The sound of slapping skin filled your ears along with your moans and Chungae’s groaning. He rutted into you with sharp thrusts, the only thing keeping you in place being the other boys holds on your body.

“Ohhh, darling, I love you, love you so fucking much,” Chungae rambled, leaning forward to connect your lips as his fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing firm little circles on the swollen bud.

“L-love you too, Chungae…” You managed to get out between kisses.

Chungae groaned, your words going straight to his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer, you were too sweet for him. His darling, his little love.

“Fuuuuck, darling, can I cum in you, please? Please, darling?” Chungae pleaded, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he felt like he was about to burst, his head dizzy with pleasure.

“Yes yes, please, cum in my little pussy, Chungae,” You babbled right before the both of you came. Hard.

“Fuuuuck!” Chungae cursed, grinding his hips harder against yours as he filled your pulsing depths with his seed. The two of you panted together, intertwined as you shook with the aftershocks of pleasure as you came down from your high. Chungae dotted your face with kisses as he slowly pulled out. You felt a trickle of his cum leak down your slit to your ass.

Jum and him traded places, Chungae’s chest heaving as he settled at your side, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder as Jum lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, placing a tender kiss on your thigh. He couldn’t help but take a moment just to look at your fucked out expression. Your eyes were dazed but glowing a bright amber, your mouth open and lips kiss swollen and bruised, your skin was covered in their marks.

“Not even halfway done, beautiful, and you already look like a fucked out mess,” He purred before notching his cock at your entrance and pushing in. Jum groaned at how hot and wet you felt, your cunt tight around him.

“Mmm, Jum baby,” You moaned as he hilted inside you. From this angle, it felt like he was so deep that his cock would come up your throat, his girth stretching you in a way so different from Chungae. Jum had no mercy for your poor pussy, rocking into you with a frenzy from the start.

“Jum!” You mewled.

“Fuck, take it, beautiful. Our beautiful girl, so good for us,” He praised you and you couldn’t help how you tightened around him.

His hips bucked harder into you, his cock reaching places in you that you didn’t think existed as your vision blurred with the pleasure he gave you.

He leaned forward, nudging your head up so he could latch onto your throat, biting into the sensitive skin and lavishing the mark with his tongue, tasting the bit of blood that had come to the surface of the little marks.

Jum couldn’t get enough of your taste, no matter where it was coming from. You were his favorite flavor.

Your pussy was getting more and more sensitive with every climax so it wasn’t a surprise when you already felt it building, threatening to crash over you. “Jum,” You moaned his name, “Too good, gonna c’m.”

His hips jackrabbited into your harder, “Mmm, yeah beautiful? Fuck, cum on my cock so I can fill you.”

Your fourth orgasm crashed over you and your vision went fuzzy as you clamped down on Jum’s cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Oh shit!” He cried as he thrusted his cock as deep as he could go, his brain short circuiting as he came in you, filling you with his warm, thick seed.

He slumped atop you, pressing a breathless kiss to your lips, tangling his tongue with yours before reluctantly pulling away so one of his hyungs could have their turn. “So beautiful…”

Your head rolled, drunk on all the pleasure filling your veins. Your poor pussy was twitching and leaking cum but you couldn’t help but want more of them.

Next thing you knew, you were being maneuvered so that you were in Kwan’s lap, facing him as he dragged his cock through all the fluids leaking from your swollen cunt, “Messy, messy girl, babe,” he chided you with a dark smirk. He slapped his cock against your slick cunt, making you twitch and jerk with a gasp.

“Kwan,” You mewled weakly, your hands on his shoulders for balance as you straddled him.

He hushed you, “I know, I know, babe. Can’t get enough of our cocks, y’greedy girl.” He guided your hips, lifting you so his cock nudged your entrance and let your weight sink down on him as the both of you moaned. “Fuck, babe, you’ve got the perfect little cunt,” He growled, lifting you just to drop your weight back down on him over and over again.

“Come on, babe, move your hips for me like a good girl,” He cooed softly, though his arms flexed as he easily moved you himself. He growled low in his throat at how easily he could move you up and down on his cock. Like you were his little cocksleeve.

You mewled but braced yourself on his shoulders, your thighs trembling as you tried to follow his rhythm. When you couldn’t you ground your hips against his in little shapes, making you both moan as you felt his cock stir within you.

When your pace wasn’t fast enough for him, Chungae and Jum came over to lift you just a little, holding you up by placing their hands under your ass and thighs, hovering you over Kwan’s cock as he braced his feet to jackhammer up into you. “Ohh, good fucking girl,” He growled, his hands on your hips as you moaned.

Jinu and Hyeon joined the mix, brushing your hair aside to kiss up your back and shoulder blades. Your nails dug into Kwan’s shoulders, making him hiss as he thrusted up into you harder, punching the air out of your lungs as his balls slapped against your ass. “Yeah, dig your nails in, babe,” Kwan grumbled.

“Mmm, Kw’n, g’nna c’m,” You babbled, your speech was getting more and more slurred but you couldn’t help but enjoy how absolutely fucked you felt, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses until your whole world narrowed down to these five men and their cocks.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, babe? This’ll be, what? Your fifth time? When I haven’t even cum once?” Kwan asked sardonically, a mean glint in his eyes as he reached between you both to tug on your clit.

“Yes, pleaseee,” You babbled.

“Okay, greedy girl, cum on my cock,” He demanded with a low growl that reverberated through you. So of course you did as he said and came with a cry of his name, garbled and barely coherent.

“Oh fucking hell,” Kwan growled as he came, throwing his head back as he thrust as deep as his cock could reach, adding his cum to the loads already soaking your depths. Jum and Chungae released you, letting you collapse against Kwan’s chest as your legs trembled and shook.

“So f’ll,” You couldn’t help but slur with a furrow in your brow. It wasn’t a painful fullness though—though you knew you would be aching something fierce later—but it was a pleasant fullness.

After a few deep breaths, Kwan pressed a lingering kiss to your lips before Hyeon was pressing up behind you, Kwan’s thighs spread to make room for him as you were lifted just enough so his cock could slip out of your slick heat. Hyeon took your ass in his hands, groping the soft plumpness in his hands. He pressed a hand against the dip of your back until you were bent over more, presented so deliciously to him.

“My princess,” Hyeon rumbled in his chest and pressed his aching cock into you. His mouth dropped open in a long moan as your wet heat encompassed him fully. He leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, surrounding himself in your intoxicating scent, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat of your skin.

“Mmm, princess…” Hyeon moaned in your ear, his hips snapping in a slow pace but with enough force to rock you into Kwan’s chest. He was watching your expression with a greedy smirk, licking his lips as he watched Hyeon fuck you.

“Hyeon,” You moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure as Hyeon wrapped his arms around your hips so he could hold you close to him as his cock snapped into you again and again and again. Slick fluids were dripping down your thighs and covering the two of you with every thrust of his hips but Hyeon was unbothered.

Hyeon wasn’t very vocal which meant you could hear every wet slap of his hips meeting your ass, his balls meeting your clit every time. Hyeon’s breath was heavy in your ear, his mouth nibbling at your neck with sweet gasps of, “Princess,” interspersed. Your own gasping moans and hitched breath sounded so loud compared to Hyeon’s quiet pleasure.

And that was intentional. Hyeon was devoting every little gasp, every mewl, every moan, every hitched breath that escaped your lips to memory so he could remember every little pleasure noise of yours so he could draw them out again later.

“Hyeon—“ You cut yourself off with a strangled moan, your walls twitching around his cock. “‘M gonna c’m!” You warned him. Suddenly, he moved faster, his hand going to your clit so he could rub the little button as his thrusts picked up the pace, making you squeal and shriek.

“Mmm, cum princess,” Hyeon gritted out, feeling you clench around him deliciously. You came with a cry of his name, throwing your head back as your vision went fuzzy for a long moment, pleasure crashing through your body and making you head swim all over again.

Hyeon rumbled, pressing closer to you as his hips snapped into yours one last time, his teeth sinking into his favorite spot on the crook of your shoulder as he came inside you. He growled against your neck as the two of you came down from your highs. He lapped at your neck as he let go, licking up the little drops of blood that had welled up from the shallow wound.

Hyeon was reluctant to move away but there was still one last man that hadn’t had his turn yet. So Hyeon slowly withdrew from your clinging cunt, purring contently as he gave a kiss to your shoulder blade and moved away.

Then you were being shifted again until you were laying on your back again with your hips propped up on a pillow and Jinu pressing your legs up to your chest. “One more, pretty girl, such a good girl,” He cooed as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your lips so sweetly.

“J’nu,” You mewled, cockdrunk as he rubbed his cock head through the mess of your puffy, sensitive folds. He chuckled when you hissed at the sensitivity.

Asshole.

He gave you a mocking pout, as if he could read what little thoughts were in your empty head. “Such a rude, greedy girl. Do you even deserve to take my cock?” He mused smugly, grinding his cock against you.

You whined at his teasing, “Mm, no, ‘m sorry, J’nu. Pl’se gimme your cock,” You pleaded dazedly, rocking your hips against his.

Jinu hummed, notching the tip of his leaking cock at your puffy entrance that was still leaking cum, “Mm, good girl.” Then he was filling you, achingly slow as you drew out a long moan as each inch filled your fluttering cunt. “Oh, good good girl… fuck…” Jinu moaned as he filled you until he was balls deep within your clenching pussy.

Jinu couldn’t keep his hips still for long, he had to start thrusting into you and he moaned when he did. His pace racketed up quickly, pounding your poor pussy with feral intensity. “Oh, pretty girl,” He moaned. “Oh, I’m not gonna last long if you keep fluttering around me like that.”

“J’nu,” You could only mewl, your tongue heavy as your sensitive cunt twitched furiously around him. You weren’t going to last either, you were way too sensitive after six consecutive orgasms. You had no idea how you were still conscious at this point—probably demon stamina.

Jinu kept thrusting as little whines started leaving your lips, your head thrown back as your hands pressed against his abdomen, “Too m’ch, J’nu, c’n’t…” You mewled between gasping breaths. You felt like the orgasm that was rising inside you was going to break you.

Jinu just pressed your legs firmer against your chest, his cock bullying your poor pussy as he pounded into your squirming hips. “You got another in you, pretty girl, I know it. Just a little more…” Jinu murmured, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face greedily. He slipped his hand between you, his fingers just barely brushing your abused clit and you shrieked, your vision whiting out as you came on his cock.

Jinu cursed, thrusting once and then twice more before hilting himself as deep inside you as he could reach before cumming, spilling every drop of his essence inside of you.

Your body barely had the energy to tremble as your senses slowly came back to you. Jinu slowly let your legs down and you could feel them ache from being stuck in the position but he kissed each thigh gently before letting them fall.

And then they were all around you again, brushing through your hair, pressing kisses to your skin, running their fingers over sweat slick skin.

“Such a good girl for us…”

“Did so good…”

“Took all of our cocks like a good girl…”

“Let us fill her full…”

“Came so hard for us…”

Your eyes were heavy, your body exhausted and covered in forming bruises that matched the shape of the boys’ hips, fingers, and mouths. But a hand lightly shook your face, “Don’t fall asleep on us now, darling…”

Your eyes blearily opened. Five pairs of eyes were still glowing at you, smirks full of fangs and cocks still achingly hard.

“We’re not done with you yet.”

A/N: Writing smut for a six person relationship is hard. Wasn’t too sure about posting it but here you go you horny people. Thirst away to your heart’s content. No taglist for this one because I don’t know if any of y’all are minors and don’t wanna risk it. Gonna slow down on my posting schedule after this!

Outtakes:

*The next morning*

You: *aching and bruised in places you didn’t know could ache or bruise* “What freight train ran me over without mercy?”

Saja Boys: *sexy posing around you* “Ready for another round?”

You: “Oh yeah…that freight train…”

…

Huntr/x: “What are you doing here this time…?”

You: *several ice packs on your everything* “Horny demons.”

Huntr/x: “Ah.”

Saja Boys: *Peeking around a corner with pouts and puppy dog eyes* 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You: *throws the nearest item at them* “NO!”

…

You: “I need a shower.”

Saja Boys: *scrambling after you while frantically stripping as they fight to join you in the small shower*

You: *still sore* “Alone you horny idiots!”

…

The Saja Boys: *Replaying your music video for the nth time in a row* “She’s so hottttt…”

…

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Unrelated but related: if you're the type that flounders around without a plan but still want to try to do something like this (like myself! I did this when i was trying to fight out of a really bad depressive slump! I wasn't consistent with it, but it helped me get enough of a mood boost to start brushing my teeth again :D!!!), try sticking up a list of exercises you COULD do in places in the house that you find yourself thinking about exercise. That way, when the mood strikes, you don't have to think about all of the things you COULD do and you can just DO :D

If you don't have a background with exercising, try watching some videos online or reading some articles. If something sounds fun and doesn't require much prep or memorization, jot it down! I don't have any recommendations for specific sites or blogs or whatnot, as I am fortunate enough to have grown up in a household that more or less revolved around sports, but anything that doesn't make you feel worse after reading, watching, or listening is a good source! (But don't listen to people who say a squat doesn't count if your ass doesn't hit the floor. Whatever works for your range of motion is what you should be doing. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: if you have knee pain when squatting, shift your weight toward the front of your foot. The pain can be caused by either squatting too low or using your heels to push off of the ground. There's a reason why high-level weightlifters end up with joint pain.)

Anyone reading this is free to send me a dm or ask to ask for names of exercises and whatnot that are fun and easy to do with little to no experience.

Also idk why this poll is here but I can't delete it

a secret they dont tell you is that you dont need to have a set time and place for exercise. sure going to the gym is gonna give you a more dedicated workout but like if you're physically able to you can just jog on the spot while your food is cooking. brushing your teeth? do a couple of squats. sometimes i drop to the floor and plank until my arms hurt and then go on with my day. if you live a sedentary lifestyle its better than nothing.

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@luveline /// jade my love, you will always always always (always) be one of my fav fic writers of all time. the way you write character interactions and just in general always takes my breath away in the best of ways. If you are at all interested in stranger things, the maurauders, top gun, or criminal minds i am BEGGING YOU to go read something, anything of jade's <<<333

@yasministration /// absolutly IN LOVE with their harry potter fics. ESPECIALLY the harry potter x reader AU with alive!jily. the way they write harry is so book!harry. it is just how i pictured him if he was raised by the marauders :'( if you are looking for something wholesome this is definitely the place to go.

@itsreallynotriri /// one of my fav concepts is the idea of harry being raised in the wizarding world (see above). this author really brings that to life with their series of regulus and potter!reader raising harry. i will always have a soft spot for regulus black, and this author only reaffirmed that for me <3

@honeypiehotchner /// I have been OBSESSED!!!!!!! (!!!!) with their aaron hotchner series the gambit. I will always love a story about reader's past catching up to them. I will also always love an emotionally constipated aaron hotchner. cross those two things with an enemies to lovers slow burn and you get this series !!!! score !!!!

@ddejavvu /// this is one of THE blogs for me. every time i develop a new hyperfixation i can almost guarantee that mei as written a fic for them, and i can also guarentee that it is going to HIT. maurauders? yes. marvel? yes. star wars? yes. stranger things? yes. the list goes on and on. they have something for everybody. if you're going to do one thing today, make it reading a mei fic.

@megalony /// i am absolutely obsessed with megan's evan buckley. always have been, always will be. add in eddie diaz? YES PLEASE. whenever i see that she posted it absolutely makes my day and nothing made me happier than when i saw she started writing for ELLIOT STABLER!!! HELLO??? the best omg.

fics...

james potter

divination pt 2 /// @ticifics

settle down /// @reysdriver

sanctuary at the potter's /// @mischievousmoony

love letters /// @amiableness

remus lupin

the way i see you /// @g1rld1ary

loving is easy /// @dismalflo

while we're both here /// @crescenthistory

poly!marauders

good luck babe /// singmyaubade

remus betrays sirius for a cuddle and a nap /// @luvindrr

slow burn! slytherin reader! series /// @whimsymoonpages

aaron hotchner

yes ma'am /// @divadepreshawn

hotchelle /// @goorgeousz

nameless, faceless /// @ssa-aaron-hotchnerr

first name basis /// @littleslaywrites

it's a date date /// @spencerreidsreads

spencer reid

mirrorball /// @pathologicalreid

the fear of falling apart /// @ ^^^

buried alive /// @ ^^^

rafe cameron

don't worry baby, i'll handle him /// @salem-s

temporary truce /// @ ^^^

almost lost you /// @girly-girlk

evan buckley

sleepy sidekicks /// @eddiazx

cats out of the bag /// @starrvsn

steve harrington

blind date /// @c4tluver02

ain't it fun? /// @maroon-cardigan

come home /// @stevie-petey

hard to love /// @jxstsxgx

haven /// @solarswonderland

steve rogers

kissing booth /// @crazyunsexycool

unnamed angst /// @thezombieprostitute

bucky barnes

no such thing /// @sanguineterrain

let me love you /// @deliciousangelfestival

💌love letter from elle... this is something i've been wanting to do since the conception of this account. while i reblog every fic i read, i wanted to spread the love and share some of my favs. pls let me know if any fics are broken and pls give these writers all the appreciation and flowers that the deserve. if you were tagged here and reading this: MWAH MWAH I LOVE YOU PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING 🤍💐✨

[indecisive-capricorn]

𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔:

long fic - arranged marriage au (before marriage):

tranquility in marriage: part i (arranged marriage au)

getting into an arranged marriage with you was the only order gojo satoru had ever obeyed from the elders and it was certainly not one he regretted.

short fic - arranged marriage au (before marriage):

drabble: peace offering

gojo satoru who went all the way to tokyo to bring you a sugar bun as a peace offering.

long fic - arranged marriage au (before marriage & during wedding):

tranquility in marriage part ii (arranged marriage au)

wedding preparations are tough but it's a good thing that your fiancé, gojo satoru, is there to comfort you.

short fic - arranged husband au (after the wedding):

drabble: taste of freedom

gojo satoru who does everything he can to give you a taste of freedom. quite literally.

short fic - the man who can't be moved au:

drabble: 3.15 p.m

gojo satoru who always goes to a coffee shop at 3.15 p.m everyday for something—or someone special.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎:

short fic - marriage problems au:

drabble: punctuality

nanami kento has always been punctual with everything—except signing those damn divorce papers.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

(coming soon)

masterlists & requests: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight. if any of you want to be tagged in the next fic or a long fic of a drabble, then just comment. i'll immediately put you in the tag list.

p.s: if there isn't any new announcements about a hiatus or a break, i will be updating every three to seven days. it could be an update for any fandom.

[margecouture]

how to reset a bad vibe

feel like you can’t get out of a funk? or do you just want a fresh start? here will be a list of 5 good remedies on how to reset and restore your vibes:

change your sheets and make your bed. the key to hitting the reset button is to start with the basics. so, change your current sheets or buy new ones. your bed is the place where you begin each day so this matters more than most people may think. clean your space!

take an everything shower. wash your hair, deep clean your body, shave, exfoliate, do a face mask. cleansing your body and getting rid of all dirtiness is like hitting the reset button on your mood, energy, and mindset. rinse off the negativity, step out and feel refreshed.

brew a cup of herbal tea and light a candle. this is a small yet impactful ritual that boosts mindfulness and healing. it's like aromatherapy in a cup. i recommend try a cup of lemon, chamomile or peppermint tea. the candle sets a calm vibe to enjoy your tea with.

create a short list of habits that you think will make you feel good. include helpful rituals and habits on this list that will push you forward in the best direction. start by adding a daily walk or creating a new morning routine that'll reset who you are and improve your everyday life.

workout/exercise. to reset any funky vibes, this is one of the most powerful ways. exercising gives you a instant mood boost by releasing endorphins, the natural feel-good chemicals that lift your mood. take a walk, have a dance break, a yoga session or a full gym session..movement is medicine! extra points if you create a good playlist to listen to while exercising.

simply follow this "recipe" to reset any bad vibes. i hope this helps. may you all have high vibrations and good energy! 🌞

[ao3commentoftheday]

Any tips for someone feeling discouraged by a lack of support on WIPs? I’m writing a fairly long fic but I’ve been only updating ~once a year because I have very limited energy between bad mental/physical health and academics, but when I do post, I get basically zero hits, kudos, or comments. I feel like people value the work less the longer it takes and honestly it’s discouraging me from even writing for myself anymore because I feel like folks just hate my writing. Any advice on how to start writing for myself again and get my confidence back?

*hugs* oh anon. that sounds exhausting 💗

when you've got a lot going outside of fandom, the energy that you spend in fandom should ideally lift you up not drag you down.

I think the reception to your work isn't about the work itself, and it's certainly not about you personally. There are a few possible explanations.

For example, long-term WIPs often end up in Marked For Later lists or subscription boxes for people to come back to when they're complete.

Another strong possibility is that some of the people who were reading it at the start have left the fandom in the meanwhile and aren't reading any fic for it, not just yours. The longer ago your work started, the larger percentage there will be who have left.

With those explanations out of the way, however, let's address the actual problem you've outlined. The (lack of) reception you get when you post is discouraging you from writing, making you hate your writing, and ruining your confidence.

If any other activity made you feel that way, I'd encourage you to stop that activity so i'm going to make that same recommendation for this. Posting this work is making you feel like shit, so stop posting it.

That doesn't mean you should stop writing it, however. If it's a story you find joy in writing then by all means continue! But if the story feels like a burden right now, then it might be a good idea to put it aside for a while.

Energy is a precious resource for you, so you need to spend it in ways that make sense. You're already spending a lot on your mental health, physical health, and academics so if you're also spending more than you're getting back from your hobbies, you're going to burn yourself out completely.

If you want to write for yourself, I think a good first step is to look inside yourself and think of what story you'd write if you weren't going to post it anywhere. Then write that story and don't post it. Separate the joy you get from writing and the joy you get from comments and kudos. They're both wonderful, but if you tie them up into each other it can get really bad in your brain when the comments don't come.

I'm also going to recommend that you read Rehab for Writing Injuries. It's a tumblr post someone shared with me a while ago and I think it's a good one to go back to sometimes.

Take care of yourself, anon. And I hope you find the joy in writing again.

[reader-wandering18]

Yuu professor (2)

At that moment… Yuu wanted to cry.

They weren't tears of joy or sadness, but tears that cursed his fate.

He knew the identity he had usurped was that of a teacher, and therefore he knew he would have students, young people from all over Twisted Wonderland, very proud of their magic.

But that wasn't the problem.

To be honest, he hoped he wouldn't have so many students; it would make his job easier and help him avoid being discovered, since teaching first- and second-year students was one thing, but teaching third-year students was something else entirely.

Teaching third-year students wouldn't be a problem if he didn't have the real heavyweights in his class.

The famous model and actor Vil Schoenheit

The second prince of Sunset Savannah, Leona Kingscholar

Idia Shroud, belonging to "THAT" Shroud family. Lilia Vanrouge, former soldier and guard of the Draconians.

And the future prince of the Valley of Thorns, Malleus Draconia.

Yuu felt like crying when he saw their last names on the list for the first time.

"I worked for some families at least once or three times."

Yuu never used his real name, much less revealed his true face; with each job, a new identity, a new face. He had been very careful in that regard.

Until the train accident.

Now, even though he had another identity, what everyone at that school saw was his true face.

"Sometimes you're not careful enough."

He could only sigh in resignation. Because of that "incident"

in Vil's case, he isn't worried, as he hasn't interacted with anyone in his family.

"Messing with celebrities is very troublesome."

But on the other hand, the Shroud and Kingscholar families were once major contractors.

As for the draconian, he has never worked for them, as it is well known that the dark fairies hate humans because of that war.

His problem wasn't Malleus's family, but the fairies themselves.

A fairy's lifespan is relatively long; if fairies didn't hate humans, they'd be in trouble, since, in their short lives, crossing paths with one could be a big problem.

"Since he can recognize me."

Even if he used a different name, a different face, each person's magical power is distinct, unique. Not all fairies have the affinity to recognize who has magic and who doesn't.

Yuu has never been in contact with the Draconia family or any fairies, so he shouldn't have any problems.

— Lilia Vanrouge

— Present!

Yuu noticed Lilia's smile, though it was an ambiguous one.

— I recommend you stop doing that, Vanrouge.

— Boo! It's very hard to scare the teacher.

He said sadly as he disappeared and reappeared in his seat, though his sadness quickly faded, and he smiled amusedly again.

—Leona Kingscholar

—…….

"He not in my class again."

—Leona Kingscholar? — Crewel asked.

Yuu was in the cafeteria, eating with the other teachers at the tables outside.

Leona Kingscholar

Second son of the King of the Sunset Savannah, a prince in short. His older brother is the current king of his lands because their father is very ill.

"I did a job for his father a while back."

— Don't be mad, Professor Yuu. — he said Trein. — It'll just make your blood sugar go up."

— Ha, isn't it just you, Professor Trein? — Crewell asked sarcastically.

— What did Professor Crewell say?"

— There they go again. — Professor Vargas said with a sigh. — Anyway, Professor Yuu, you should know that Kingscholar is famous for skipping class."

— He's repeating a year. — Sam added. — From what my friends from beyond the grave know, he seems very disinterested in graduating; in class, he's always looking for a place to sleep.

—Really?

—Kingscholar is considered the best in the Ancient Magic class. — Crewle said. — He's smart, a born leader, he admits, though he's lazy. He wastes talent; Ancient Magic isn't something anyone can pass with 100 perfect points."

"Oh, they stopped fighting."

— And why is he repeating a year?

— We don't know.

Yuu could only sigh and continue eating.

— By the way. — Sam said. — How are some of the imps doing? I heard there have been several accidents.

— Many are in the infirmary. — Trein said, petting his cat. — Some had to share a bed because space is running out.

—The Magic shift tournament is coming up, and the students are getting careless. — Vargas said angrily.

Now that Yuu thinks about it, Nightcrow Academy has been losing to the Royal Sword Academy for 99 years.

"Wow, how humiliating!"

Yuu thought as he walked through the hallways.

He was on the third floor, ready for his next third-year class, when in the distance he saw two familiar students.

"Rosehearts and Clover?"

The leader and vice-leader of Heartslabyul.

— I'll be a little late, go practice for the Magic shift Tournament.

— Understood.

— Then I'll leave it to you.

Everything seemed peaceful, until suddenly Riddle…stumbled.

— Riddle!

"!!!!"

Due to their proximity, Clover covered Rosehearts with her body. And they both tumbled down the stairs.

Trey felt a stabbing pain in his ankle, but what he was most concerned about was keeping Riddle from hurting himself.

He closed his eyes and hugged Riddle tightly, waiting for his head to hit the ground… A blow that never came.

— Clover!

Like Riddle, he was floating; he was inches above the ground, and at the top of the stairs was his teacher.

Yuu Cherish

Pointing his staff at them, he could see the glow of his magic emanate and surround them.

Damn, I didn't react in time!

Yuu managed to avoid falling, but he was distracted, not by a fly or anything like that.

It was because in the distance, he spotted another group, a group he hadn't seen until Riddle and Trey fell forward.

They were students easy to recognize by their beastmen features.

That wouldn't seem suspicious at first glance; there could be groups of students anywhere on campus.

However, what was suspicious was the moment they saw him. It was a quick glance, but he managed to see those students smiling at Rosehearts' fall, strangely calm. But upon noticing his presence A TEACHER their expressions quickly changed to surprise, and they all ran away.

He wanted to stop them, but he knew Trey would soon hit his head on the floor, so he did what he had to do as a teacher: protect his student.

He ran with Trey in his arms toward the infirmary, followed by Rosehearts.

— How embarrassing. — Clover said, blushing slightly as her teacher carried her like a princess.

— This isn't the time to think about that, Trey! — Riddle scolded.

As he entered the infirmary, Yuu recalled the teachers' conversation that afternoon.

"How are some of the imps? I heard there have been several accidents."

"Many are in the infirmary. Some had to share a bed because space is scarce." Several students, from all dorms, were in different beds, all due to numerous "accidents."

— That's enough.

Here we are, with one more chapter.

I saw that many of you liked the prologue and the first part. So we'll continue with this thread where Yuu is a teacher.

Sorry for the delay, but let's just say that creating good chapters takes time. I just couldn't find the inspiration. BUT HERE WE ARE!!

Let's see how long it takes me to do the other part. Hehehe

I also want to develop the students' relationships with their teacher. I want it to be something natural, so I'll see how I do it, because love isn't one of my strong points.

Possibly in the following chapters we'll see their OTHER IDENTITIES.

Goodbye

[lookninjas]

I remember you posted a list of good Ukrainian charities to donate to, and I thought I re-blogged it, and I probably did, but I still can't find it. Do you have a link to that post or want to make any recommendations?

It's probably this post (from @suratan-zir):

Information for anyone who wants to make a donation in support of Ukraine:

Hospitallers - Ukrainian volunteer medical battalion, which provides first aid and evacuates wounded Ukrainian soldiers

Ukrainian charity fund “Come Back Alive”

Ukrainian charity foundation of Serhiy Pritula

United24- the official platform for collecting charitable donations in support of Ukraine

These are the main platforms that most Ukrainians (myself included) regularly use to donate to support our armed forces. Ukraine needs military aid, because only through victory we can achieve peace. Russia’s only goal is to destroy us. If Russia is not defeated, there will be no future for Ukraine.

or this post (from @folklorespring):

If you want to support Ukrainians, DO NOT donate to Red Cross. Can’t speak about their work in other countries, but they’re useless in Ukraine. The only trustworthy international organisation I can think of is World Central Kitchen.

Donate to World Central Kitchen

And it’s even better to donate directly to Ukrainian organisations. Here are a few good legit places:

hospitallers.life - “Hospitallers”, Ukrainian paramedics on the frontlines

savelife.in.ua - “Come Back Alive”, assistance to the army

prytulafoundation.org - “Prytula Foundation”, assistance to the army, humanitarian causes

starenki.com.ua - “Starenki”, helping elderly people

everybodycan.com.ua - “Everybody Can”, helping disabled children, elders and hospitals

uanimals.org - “UAnimals”, saving animals

There's also this post (from @mariacallous):

If you’re able, I do recommend donating to United Help Ukraine, and their Gifts of Hope have a number of different options available for various needs (like holiday gifts for children, hand and foot warmers, first aid kits, etc.) Them, NAFO, Saint Javelin, Timothy Snyder and Mark Hamill and Misha Collins (who all have fundraisers for things like drones, demining robots, and so forth), United24 in general etc. - and even if you’re not comfortable donating to things for offensive purposes (like drones or helping get weapons) they have defensive or support options as well. There are numerous organizations (and United24 is really good as a central source for projects and ways to support). Read books about Ukraine (you can find numerous recommendations in my posts or can ask), enjoy Ukrainian art and music and food 9ditto), and pressure your legislators (Americans can go here for an example or here) and support and boost organizations like Razom for Ukraine and Ukrainian individuals. Even reddit has some helpful links and info

Or possibly this post (from @demigoat and @avoiceofnerat):

avoiceofnerat:

demigoat:

Donate to Ukraine

United 24: General fundraising

Come Back Alive: Specific projects

Prytula foundation: Specific projects

Dzyga’s Paw: General fundraising (animal themed 🐶)

They need all the help they can get.

Hospitallers: Volunteer organization of paramedics who work directly on the front line. Kolo: Targeted campaigns and subscription.

I've also previously shared links to the Hachiko Foundation, Força Ukraine, and Bamberg:UA (Kultur Konvoi).

There's been some other more specific campaigns, but I think that's all of the big ones.

[obstinaterixatrix]

do you know any bl about secretaries. not office workers or salary men, straight up male secretaries. it was only after arriving at page 17 of a mangago recommend list and seeing the words "wife chasing crematorium" that i thought of you fondly and thought to ask lol

I’m honored to be remembered in such a way… I feel like most of the stuff I’ve seen with secretary in the title is based on that one that got popular so they’re all Hashtag Confinement (no office work 😒). the subgenre I see that dynamic in more often are the idol or actor/manager stories and 1) they usually focus more on the idol more than the manager, 2) the the idol/actor is usually more beleaguered, 3) they don’t really go into scheduling, just a quick ‘you have to do xyz’… some author/editor stories have it too tho it can show up more like managing the house and cleaning up. anyway I’m not sure any of this will hit but here are some possible bls to check out:

‘my unfriendly manager’ by nana nanato - model/manager, the model’s the mc and he’s kinda given up but the manager is pretty strict and serious and Intent on getting the model into acting. somewhat beleaguered very competent not pathetic.

‘the kyogoku family wedding’ & other volumes in the series by keiko kinoshita - stuffy secretary/flashy guy, also focuses more on the interpersonal drama than the secretarial duties. secretary works for his politician dad but his dad had a secret kid and the secretary fakes a relationship with an old classmate to cover it up. very beleaguered pretty competent (offscreen?) not pathetic.

‘the charm offensive’ by alison cochrun - this is a novel but I think it actually hits the vibes more accurately. producer/reality tv contestant, the producer is managing A LOT with the show and the writing actually goes into the logistics, like he’s running around and coaching the main character and organizing the other contestants and putting out fires. he’s also Really Into the dating show he produces and Really Believes in true love from a dating show, so he’s a little pathetic (<3). he’s more peppy tho. slight beleaguered very competent very pathetic.

I also was in the middle of reading ‘for a horse and horseman’ before I got distracted and floated off somewhere, horseman as in a guy who can wrangle horses. horseman/prince, horseman is competent in only one area and isn’t involved in prince’s logistical machinations, but he is really pathetic.

actually, I think ‘If You Don’t Become the Main Character, You’ll Die’ fits the specs somewhat since the mc has a ton of plans he’s maneuvering and he gets stressed out about them sometimes. not suuuuper pathetic (tho some arguments can be made)

ok that’s all I can wrack my brain for (for now)

[sirfrogsworth]

Thank you for your lighting guides! Do you have any recommendations for lighting pole dance and currently just film a single take on your phone?

It depends if your video is instructional or artistic.

If it is instructional then I would probably recommend doing criss-cross apple sauce lighting. (I made up the name, but it fits.)

Two soft lights angled at 45 degrees. And you want them to converge right at the pole. This is a very clean and bright feeling type of lighting. It will be very flattering but also give everyone a very good view of what is happening.

This is one of my photos using the technique.

If you want something more artistic, then I would do bright backlighting.

One large soft light in the front angled at 45 degrees and then two hard light sources hitting you from behind. You could even do bare light bulbs if they are bright enough.

You want the backlighting to be brighter than the front light. The front light would be just bright enough to show detail, but you want the back lights to really carve you out with light.

Something like this.

For the backlights you could also get some LED tube lights. Which I feel would look neat and mix well with the pole. And you could even get them in RGB to do different colors.

They look a bit like lightsabers.

You could do it with as few as one, but I think at least two would be neat. And they can be in frame behind you and add to the cool factor.

The tube lights made for video are very bright and they are very versatile. You can use them as a main light or side light or backlight. And since you need to light your entire body, having a more vertical light can make sure you are covered from head to toe. Tube lights are neat because they are a vertical soft light and a horizontal hard light. It is an interesting look.

You get dark shadows in one direction and soft shadows in the other.

The bottom left of her nose you can see a dark shadow and a second soft shadow.

Tube lights have a lot more creative possibilities than ring lights.

Though I would get a traditional light with a large umbrella or softbox first.

I have one more crazy suggestion.

Just to warn you, I've never tried this and I'm not 100% sure if it would even work.

But there is this retroreflective tape that is made for warning people of hazards at night. It glows when you shine a bright light at it.

It comes in different widths and colors. And I'm wondering if you could wrap your pole with it for a video. Maybe do stripes or a candy cane pattern. And when you shine a light at the pole, it would look like it is glowing in the video.

Like Tron pole dancing.

I photoshopped what I think it might look like.

I don't know if the tape would make it hard to use the pole. Maybe if it is in spinny mode it would work okay.

Now I want to find a pole dancer and try it myself.

I'll put in on my photography bucket list.

Hopefully this gives you some ideas.

[wintrbears]

Do u have any recommendations to read. It can be a bts fic or a book or Wattpad story. Romantic for sure. Just want some material to read hope u don’t mind sharing

hi! some are my favorite jk fics are:

color me in — @taegularities

candles and flames — @taegularities

ruin you & ruined — @taegularities

(literally anything by @taegularities, that’s my girl)

falling skies — @fortunexkookie

swinging by a fine line — @hongcherry

hotter than hell @chateautae

deep six — @bratkook

the grumpy girlfriend protection program — @jincapableoflove

bite me, jeon — @sailoryooons

these are just the ones off the top of my head, i’ve read so many amazing jk and bts fics over the years. maybe one day I’ll compile a rec list! ❤️ tysm for asking!

[xandezsims]

Tutorial: Change Object Shaders in Sims 4 Studio, or How to Fix Patchy Shading on Objects

I was discussing shaders with @moontaart and it led to this. I'm sharing just in case it's useful to anyone. This fix is for things that tile against a wall, like wall panels, shelves, and cabinets, but the technique can be applied to swapping any object shaders.

Difficulty: Middling. Easier if you know S4S. It's mostly repetitive.

You'll Need:

Sims 4 Studio

Coffee and/or Patience

I strongly recommend saving a backup copy of your package. And do this before you add swatches. There are 2-3 Entries to change for every swatch, so if you have a lot, Step 8 will take ages.

If you have swatches already, you can Export All to file, save your Palette, and delete all but the first swatch. When you're done, apply the saved Palette to the package, delete everything but your textures from the export folder, and Import All to put everything back.

1. Open your file and go to the Warehouse tab. Scroll down.

2. At the bottom, find the first item marked Model LOD. This is your LOD 0. Click it, and a 3D Preview of the mesh should appear to the right.

3. Next to the 3D Preview tab, open the Data tab.

4. Beside Meshes, click Edit Items.

5. This will give you a list. These are the mesh groups. (If your mesh has 3 groups--i.e. glass, metal, and shadow--there will be one for each.) For this file, I have Dropshadow and Phong. Phong is the panel. To fix the lighting, I'll change Phong to Cabinets, so its evenly lit. Select the part you want to edit.

6. Go to the search bar and type 'Material'. Or, you can scroll down.

7. Under Material > Resource, you'll see Entries > Edit Items. If you scrolled down, it's the fourth button.

8. These Entries are the Variants for each swatch, with the top ones being the 'default' state. With 1 swatch and 2 mesh groups, we have 4 Variant Entries to fix. Choose the top line.

9. Scroll to the bottom.

10. Next to Shader is the name of the shader we want to change. Pick a new one from the dropdown, or key it in if you know it. (Tip: once the name is filled, highlight it and CTRL/CMD+C to copy.) Go back to the list, pick next VariantId Entry, and repeat. Do this for all of them. The more swatches you have, the more there will be.

11. Save; the window will close. Save the previous window too. This will put you back in the Warehouse.

12. Click the next Model LOD--LOD 1--and repeat Steps 8-11. This is where copying the shader name comes in handy.

13. LOD 2 is hidden under Model. Ignore the other Model LODs, which are the shadows. Instead, go Model > Data tab.

14. Under Lods, Edit Items.

15. (Not pictured) Don't panic. It looks worse than it is.

16. A list of meshes will pop up. Pick LowDetail and under Meshes, Edit Items.

17-19. This looks familiar! Repeat Steps 8-11, Save all windows when you finish. Then, Save the file.

Mostly done! Now, for the last part:

20. Check the result in game. If you get the effect you want, you're done!

I recommend taking "before" and "after" screenshots to compare. (Easier if you set a camera shortcut, and use the same test lot.)

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[tonycries]

YOU READ CLASSICS??? TONY TONY TONY WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME,,,,, ughhh i love me a good classic (crime and punishment glazer. That gives you a good fat idea of my personality LMAO) (for the record. I unfortunately am a bungou stray dogs fan HAHAHAHA my fav is Fyodor because he’s perfectly evil and beautiful and I like his Eng dub voice.)

ANYWAYS. Have you read Lovecraft or Edgar Allen Poe? Adore their books (and poems for Poe). Kafka’s metamorphosis was good too ! Anyways. I recommend Osamu’s “No Longer Human” if u want a darker read hehehehehe. And crime and punishment by Dostoevsky.

RANT OVER okay anyways how was your day Tony? Good, I hope? Have u drank water and eaten today? Also make sure to take breaks mhm mhm.

- mma

Just saw your other ask too babygirl- AND HJFSHD HRU HRU HOPE YOUR BREAK IS GOING WELL 😌😌

AND YESSSS I love a good classic too omg- Crime and Punishment has been on my list for aaaages 😩 And YES I love Poe, especially his poems. Been trying to teach myself the techniques ❗❗

OH HELL YEAHHH I've read No Longer Human a few times (each time when I was at the worst point mentally oh naur 💔) But I looove me some dark literature- have any more recs ml?? I'd love to check them out 😌

BUT YESYES I'VE BEEN ALRIGHTTT- been drinking water and planning for the beach. WBU ML??

[rattusrattus3]

Do you have any opinions on how it seems it's so difficult to find unique punk/goth diys on the Internet nowadays? I feel like the only things that I can find are always the same ideas and always have to do with clothes. In your videos you explain a lot of original ideas and good tutorials on that sort of stuff, but I can't find that specific type of content anywhere else on the Internet...any places you'd recommend?

aww thanks!!! not sure why it is,

 i also sometimes find it really difficult to find 'unique' ideas sometimes (it feels like the channels i love get so little attention despite their incredible and fantastic work!! its so sad); 

that said i do have some recs for channels i enjoy who do cool youtube stuff, (and if you like me you might like them too) 

/..... though -- my interest is primarily in fashion so a lot of these are a bit more clothing focused, (but i still think you can apply concepts/ideas from them in whatever art/decor style you want!)

DIY/art channel Youtube Rec list (in  no particular order, and incomplete): (you can also click on my channel and scroll down and see the ‘creators i <3’ tab for more) (youtube wont let me copy paste more than 10 links) (this is a graphic i made from a different video)

here on tumblr id also reccomend (off the top of my head, sorry this is super incpomplte, folks — feel free to add yourselves):

and everyone is welcome to add on their own blogs for recs! please lets diy folks find eachother :3 <3

[winchesterwild78]

The Unveiling pt 3

Master list

Characters: Mark Meachum x Reader

Warnings: ****Spoilers Ahead***** if you haven’t seen the first four episodes don’t read this. You have been warned. 

Language, Violence, Death, Hope

Catch up on part 1 and 2 

A/N: This chapter is a bit of a rollercoaster. Some angst, sadness and a glimmer of hope. 

I do not own the rights to this character or any of the characters from the show. I’ve taken creative liberties with the story, but put some elements of the show in the story. 

Do not take my work, all work is my own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+ 

"Call him," I whispered, holding Mark tight. "Call Dr. Albright now. Tell him what happened."

He pulled back, his eyes still clouded with pain but now tinged with a flicker of resolve. He grabbed his phone, his fingers fumbling slightly as he dialed. I listened, my heart pounding, as he recounted the explosion, the impact, the sudden, escalating pain. His voice was grim, but he didn't sugarcoat it. After a moment, he nodded, muttering, "Okay. We'll be there."

"He wants us to come in," Mark said, looking at me. "First thing in the morning."

The waiting room felt colder, the fluorescent lights harsher than before. My hand was a clammy vise around Mark's as we finally got called back. Dr. Albright entered, his usually placid demeanor replaced by a noticeable tension. He already had Mark’s recent MRI scans pulled up on the screen.

"Mark, Y/N," he began, his voice clipped. "The good news is, the tumor itself hasn't grown. It's still stable." He zoomed in on a specific area of the scan, a faint discoloration around the main mass. "However, the impact from the explosion clearly aggravated the surrounding tissue. There's significant edema – swelling – in the area adjacent to the tumor. This is likely what's causing the severe increase in your headaches."

My breath hitched. "And what does that mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"It means the headaches are going to be quite bad for the foreseeable future, Mark," Dr. Albright stated, his gaze fixed on the scan. "We can manage the pain with medication, but the swelling will take time to subside. It could be weeks, even months, before you get any significant relief."

"But what about treatment for the tumor itself?" I interjected, pulling out my phone, which was open to a medical journal article I’d spent hours poring over. "I've been reading about focused radiation therapies, like Gamma Knife or CyberKnife. And I found some promising research on specific molecular inhibitors for gliomas of his type, even slow-growing ones. What about those options? Why aren't we exploring them more aggressively?"

Dr. Albright’s posture stiffened. He looked at me, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "Mrs.—"

"It's Y/N," I cut in, my voice unwavering.

"Right. Y/N," he continued, his tone sharper. "I understand your concern, but those treatments carry their own significant risks, especially with the tumor's delicate location. As I've explained multiple times, the potential side effects for Mark – cognitive decline, motor impairment, speech issues – could severely impact his quality of life. My primary responsibility is to do no harm, and in this case, aggressive intervention carries more risk than benefit."

"But what about the risk of no intervention?" I retorted, my voice rising. "What about the risk of him living with this constant pain, this ticking bomb, knowing we aren't doing everything we possibly can? If these therapies are showing promise in studies, then why aren't we discussing them seriously?"

He pushed his glasses up his nose, his voice taking on a condescending edge. "With all due respect, Y/N, while I appreciate you doing your 'research,' I am an oncologist with twenty years of experience. I've seen countless cases like Mark's. Trust me when I say I have his best interests at heart. My recommendations are based on extensive clinical knowledge, not on what you might read in a medical journal for researchers, or a popular science book."

My blood ran cold. The dismissive tone, the blatant condescension, ignited a fire within me. He was belittling my desperate search for hope, for a path forward. He was acting like my concerns were an inconvenience, not the cry of a terrified girlfriend.

"No," I stated, standing up, my voice trembling with controlled fury. "No, you don't get to talk to me like that. You don't get to dismiss my fears or my research. Mark has a brain tumor, and he just hit his head, and you're telling him to just live with excruciating pain and not explore every single possibility. That's not good enough." I turned to Mark, my hand going to his arm. "Mark, we're leaving. We need a second opinion. A real one."

Dr. Albright pushed back his chair, rising to his feet, his face flushed. "Now, hold on a minute! I find your behavior highly disrespectful. I am providing the best possible care based on current medical consensus—"

I spun back to him, my voice cutting through his. "Consensus? My boyfriend is a human being, not a statistic! You're telling him to passively wait for something catastrophic to happen, while there are other options, difficult as they may be, that could offer hope. You're dismissive, you're defensive, and frankly, you're not listening to us! So, no, you hold on. We are leaving, and we will find a doctor who is willing to fight for him, and with us, instead of just telling us to give up!"

I grabbed Mark's hand, pulling him gently but firmly. His eyes were wide, a mix of shock and a silent, grateful acknowledgment. He squeezed my hand, a subtle sign of his support, and together, we walked out of the office, leaving a stunned and fuming Dr. Albright behind.

We walked out of Dr. Albright's office, the silence in the hallway a stark contrast to the eruption we'd just left behind. Mark squeezed my hand again, a silent message of gratitude that filled me with a fierce sense of purpose. The immediate adrenaline began to recede, replaced by a quiet determination.

"Home," I said, looking at him, a resolute set to my jaw. "We're going home and we're finding someone better."

The moment we stepped back into our living room, the quiet hum of the house felt different, no longer heavy with unspoken words but charged with a new, shared mission. I immediately pulled out my laptop, pushing aside the old research papers that now seemed inadequate. This time, I wasn't just reading about possibilities; I was hunting for certainties, or at least, for a doctor willing to treat Mark like a person, not a textbook case.

I typed furiously, searching for the best neuro-oncologists in the country. Filters for glioma specialization, cutting-edge treatments, and patient-centered care narrowed the field. One name consistently rose to the top: Dr. Aris Thorne, head of neuro-oncology at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Maryland. The name echoed through my mind. Johns Hopkins—a beacon of medical innovation, a place where impossible cases sometimes found solutions.

"Look," I said, turning the laptop to show Mark the glowing screen. "This is him. Dr. Aris Thorne at Johns Hopkins. Their department is renowned for brain tumors. He's published extensively on gliomas."

Mark peered at the screen, his expression unreadable. "Maryland's a long way," he murmured, the pain from his head still evident in his voice, even if dulled by medication.

"Doesn't matter," I insisted, my voice firm. "Distance means nothing if he's the one who can help you. Or at least, the one who'll give us a real assessment."

I spent the next hour meticulously gathering every medical record, every MRI scan, every lab report, and composing a concise, yet comprehensive, email to Dr. Thorne's office. I poured my heart into the cover letter, explaining Mark's situation, the recent head injury, Dr. Albright's stance, and our desperate need for a second opinion, for hope. I attached all his files and clicked send, watching the little email icon disappear, a prayer whispered into the digital ether.

"Now we wait," I said, leaning back, a tremor running through me despite my outward resolve.

Mark came and sat beside me, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Thank you," he said, his voice soft. "For doing this."

I leaned into him, resting my head on his chest. "We have to see, Mark," I told him, looking up into his eyes, a fierce determination hardening my gaze. "Even if they say the same thing, even if the answer is still no, at least we go down swinging. We fight this, together. Every step of the way."

The rest of Friday stretched into an agonizing limbo. Every email notification, every vibrating phone, sent a jolt of anxious hope through me, only to deflate when it wasn't the one I was desperate for. "It's Friday," I told myself, trying to manage my expectations. "No one's reviewing medical records on a Friday afternoon." But the waiting gnawed at me, a relentless current beneath the surface of my forced calm.

Mark, despite the escalating pain from his head injury, reported to work. He moved with a subtle stiffness, a barely perceptible wince whenever he turned his head too quickly. I knew he had pain medication tucked into his pocket, a silent admission of his suffering. His team, however, was perceptive.

"You okay, Mark?" Amber asked, catching him rubbing his temple during a coffee break. "You've been looking a little... off."

"Just a headache," he'd mumbled, shrugging it off, the practiced dismissiveness of a man used to concealing his true state. "Long night."

Nathan, ever watchful, didn't press, but his gaze lingered, heavy with concern. He knew a "long night" from a genuine problem, and Mark's demeanor screamed the latter.

That afternoon, Mark was tasked with a critical mission: meeting a key prisoner under his old undercover alias. The plan was to exploit his past connections, gather more intelligence on 'The Engineer's' network, and confirm suspicions about a major upcoming shipment. The meeting was set for a secure, off-site location, disguised as a routine transfer.

Mark, still operating with that reckless intensity, walked into the meeting room. The prisoner, a notoriously volatile figure from his past, was already there, flanked by two armed guards. Mark slipped easily back into his undercover persona, the familiar swagger and hardened gaze replacing his internal turmoil. He started working the prisoner, extracting bits and pieces of information.

Then, he saw it. A detail, seemingly innocuous, hidden in plain sight. A specific tattoo on one of the guards, a symbol he recognized not from the criminal underworld, but from the classified briefings he’d just sat through on the secret task force. A symbol linked to the very organization they were trying to dismantle, far beyond mere trafficking. This wasn't just a guard; this was an operative, and the "prisoner" was likely bait. He had stumbled into a setup.

Before he could react, before he could signal, the situation exploded. The prisoner lunged, the guards moved, and the room became a whirlwind of motion. Mark reacted on instinct, drawing his sidearm. Simultaneously, the secure perimeter outside the building was breached. The task force, alerted by Mark’s pre-arranged distress signal (a subtly off-script word during his conversation), descended on the area.

A full-blown gun battle erupted. Shouts, the crack of gunfire, shattering glass – the sounds of chaos ripped through the air. Mark found himself in the thick of it, firing, moving, trying to locate friendly forces while identifying hostiles. Through the smoke and confusion, he saw him: Agent Damon Drew, an older but earnest agent on the team, caught in the direct line of fire. Damon went down, a crimson stain blossoming on his chest.

Mark didn't hesitate. He reached Damon, pulling him to cover, yelling for medics. He applied pressure to the wound, his hands slick with blood, his mind screaming. He rode in the ambulance with Damon, holding his hand, urging him to stay with him, the sirens wailing a desperate lament.

Hours later, the sterile waiting room of the hospital was a stark contrast to the violence they had just escaped. Nathan, Amber, and a few other agents sat in grim silence, their faces etched with anxiety. Mark paced, the throbbing in his head a relentless drumbeat, each beat echoing his growing guilt.

Finally, the surgeon emerged, his scrubs still stained, his face drawn. He looked at them, then specifically at Mark and Nathan. "We did everything we could," he began, his voice heavy. "He lost too much blood. The damage was too extensive. Agent Drew... he died on the table."

The words hung in the air, cold and definitive. Mark felt the bottom drop out of his world. Damon. A good man, and he had just lost his son. And Mark had been the one who led him into this, whose recklessness, whose mission, had put him in the crossfire. The guilt was a physical weight, pressing down on his chest, suffocating him. His head throbbed with an intensity that threatened to shatter his skull, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of knowing Damon was gone, and he was still here.

The weight of Damon Drew's death pressed on Mark like a physical burden. Guilt, sharp and relentless, gnawed at him, eclipsing even the throbbing in his head. He replayed the gun battle endlessly, searching for a moment, a decision, anything he could have done differently to save the agent.

A few days later, Nathan called the team together. His face was somber, but his voice held a quiet strength. "Damon's widow, Cora, has agreed to come in and speak with us," he announced, his gaze sweeping over the grim faces of the agents. "She wants to thank you all."

The air in the briefing room was thick with unspoken grief and shared responsibility when Cora Drew walked in. She was younger than Mark expected, her eyes red-rimmed but clear, her posture surprisingly composed. She looked at each of them, her gaze lingering on Mark for a moment before she began to speak.

"I know you all feel this," she said, her voice steady, though a tremor ran through it. "The guilt. The 'what ifs.' But I need you to know something. Damon… he loved this job. He believed in what you all do. He believed in protecting people, in making a difference." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "He died doing what he loved. He died protecting his country. Please, don't let his memory be burdened by your guilt. Honor him by continuing the fight."

Her words, intended to offer solace, twisted the knife in Mark's gut. He died doing what he loved. Mark met her eyes across the room, a silent, sorrowful apology passing between them. He saw her pain, her strength, and the profound loss that mirrored his own burgeoning fear. Damon had died, and Mark was still here, with a ticking bomb in his head, and a reckless drive to keep fighting.

Meanwhile, back home, the anxious waiting for news from Johns Hopkins had been a constant, low hum beneath the surface of my grief for Damon. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leaped. On Tuesday morning, it finally happened. An email, with the Johns Hopkins logo prominently displayed. My hands trembled as I opened it.

The subject line read: "Regarding Mr. Mark Meachum – Patient Acceptance."

My breath hitched. I scanned the first few lines, my eyes blurring with tears of relief and a renewed surge of hope. They had reviewed his records. They had discussed his case. And they were willing to take him on as a patient. They wanted to schedule an initial consultation, a comprehensive evaluation, to explore all potential treatment options.

I immediately called Mark, my voice choked with emotion. "Mark," I managed, tears streaming down my face, "It's Johns Hopkins. They said yes. They're taking you on."

The line was silent for a moment, then I heard his ragged breath. "They... they did?" His voice was raw, disbelieving.

"Yes," I confirmed, a sob escaping me. "We're going, Mark. We're going to Maryland. We're going to fight this."

The news, arriving amidst the heavy cloud of Damon's death, was a lifeline. A glimmer of light in the overwhelming darkness. It was a chance, a tangible step forward, a reason to believe that the promises we had made to each other, to live and love, might actually have a fighting chance.

Mark walked into Nathan's office, the weight of Damon's death still heavy on his shoulders, but now intertwined with a fragile thread of hope. "Nathan," he began, his voice firmer than it had been in days. "I need a few days off. Family emergency."

Nathan leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp and knowing. He studied Mark's face, the faint shadows under his eyes, the residual tension in his jaw, despite the newfound glint of determination. He saw through the "family emergency" excuse, recognizing the profound shift in Mark's demeanor. He knew it was deeper than the immediate grief for Damon, sensing the underlying turmoil that had plagued Mark since his return.

"A few days?" Nathan asked, his voice low, but without accusation. "In the middle of this? After... after what happened with Drew?"

"Yes," Mark replied, meeting his gaze squarely. "It's critical. I wouldn't ask otherwise."

Nathan sighed, running a hand over his tired face. "Alright, Mark. I'll cover for you. We're stretched thin, but you're no good to us if you're not fully present." He paused, his expression serious. "But know this, Mark. When you come back, I expect you to tell me what's going on. All of it. We're a team, and I'm your friend. You can't keep carrying everything yourself."

Mark nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "I will, Nathan. Thank you."

He turned and left, a sense of urgency propelling him.

The flight to Maryland was a mixture of nervous anticipation and a fragile, burgeoning hope. I held Mark's hand almost constantly, occasionally squeezing it, a silent promise that we were in this together. The thought of Johns Hopkins, a place of medical miracles, filled my heart and soul with a hope so potent it almost brought tears to my eyes.

We arrived at the sprawling medical complex, a stark contrast to Dr. Albright's small, dismissive office. The atmosphere was different immediately. The staff were kind, compassionate, and efficient. They guided us through the intake process with a quiet respect that was a balm to our frayed nerves.

Finally, we were ushered into an examination room, and Dr. Aris Thorne entered. He was everything Dr. Albright wasn't: calm, attentive, and genuinely empathetic. He spent a full hour just talking to Mark, listening to his history, the details of the explosion, the escalating pain, and even the emotional toll of his job. He then reviewed Mark's existing records with a meticulous eye, often murmuring notes to himself.

"Based on these initial scans, Detective Meachum, the swelling is indeed significant, as your local doctor noted," Dr. Thorne explained, pointing to the familiar images on a larger screen. "It's putting pressure on the surrounding brain tissue, which accounts for the intensified headaches."

But unlike Dr. Albright, he didn't stop there. "However," he continued, "we'd like to order a new battery of tests. We have some advanced imaging techniques here, including specific MRI sequences and functional MRIs, that can give us a much more detailed picture of the tumor's exact boundaries, its metabolic activity, and its relationship to critical brain functions. Sometimes, a different angle, a more granular look, can reveal possibilities that weren't apparent before."

The next day was a whirlwind of tests. Mark endured scans, blood draws, and neurological assessments, his stoicism barely wavering. I stayed by his side through it all, offering quiet encouragement, a constant reminder that he wasn't alone.

Then came the follow-up meeting with Dr. Thorne. He sat us down, his expression serious but also, for the first time, held a glimmer of hope.

"Mark, Y/N," he began, looking from one of us to the other. "We've reviewed all the new imaging. And while the situation is undoubtedly complex given the tumor's location near the brainstem, we believe we do have a treatment plan."

My breath hitched. Mark's hand, resting on his knee, clenched into a fist.

"It's aggressive, and it carries risks, as any intervention in this area would," Dr. Thorne continued, his voice steady. "But our team believes that a very targeted approach, using stereotactic radiosurgery, specifically Gamma Knife, could be a viable option. It allows for extremely precise radiation delivery, minimizing damage to surrounding healthy tissue. We'd follow that with a low-dose, highly personalized chemotherapy regimen designed to prevent recurrence and manage any remaining microscopic cells. It won't be easy. The side effects will be challenging, and recovery will be a long road. But we believe it offers the best chance for long-term remission and to alleviate the pressure causing these debilitating headaches."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "We believe we can fight this, Mark. And win."

Mark's grip on my hand tightened, a squeeze that conveyed a torrent of unspoken emotion. His eyes, which had held a silent, weary resignation for so long, now flickered with a raw, undeniable hope. "How soon?" he asked, his voice a low, urgent whisper directed at Dr. Thorne. "How soon can we start?"

My own hope, which had been a fragile bud since the initial email, now bloomed fully in my chest, a warm, overwhelming flood. But amidst the relief, my practical side kicked in. This was a plan, but not a guaranteed cure.

"Dr. Thorne," I began, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "What are the risks of this stereotactic radiosurgery? And if it works... what's the prognosis? What does 'long-term remission' truly mean for Mark?"

Dr. Thorne nodded, his expression acknowledging our profound relief while maintaining his professional composure. "Let's be clear, this is still a serious procedure. The risks, while significantly reduced compared to traditional surgery, include temporary brain swelling which could worsen the headaches initially, fatigue, and in rare cases, more severe neurological deficits depending on the precise area. That's why the pre-operative imaging is so crucial – to map everything down to the millimeter and minimize these risks."

He paused, looking directly at Mark, then at me. "As for prognosis, 'long-term remission' means precisely what it sounds like: the goal is to significantly shrink the tumor and, ideally, eliminate its activity. This isn't a cure in the sense of completely eradicating every single rogue cell, but it aims to render the glioma inactive and harmless, preventing its growth and the pressure it exerts. Many patients achieve excellent quality of life post-treatment, with a vastly reduced risk of recurrence. We'll monitor you closely with regular MRI scans, but the aim is for you to live a full, normal life, free from the constant threat of this tumor."

A quiet, almost reverent silence fell over the room. "A full, normal life." The words hung in the air, a future we had barely dared to dream of since the initial diagnosis. Mark squeezed my hand again, this time with a joyful force, his eyes meeting mine, reflecting the bright, blossoming hope that now filled us both.

Part 4

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[waynes-multiverse]

Okay first off I am THRILLED to discover you also watch The Rookie. I just got into it this year on the recommendation of a friend and yeah, I love those idiots 😂 So not that you need even MORE characters to write for but would you ever write for Tim Bradford cause I could see amazing things from you. And funnily enough since we're just finding this out, I just rec'd the show to Alex like a week ago and told her she'd love a certain Dean-coded type man because let's face it, we have our type 😂

Yes, I got into it in the beginning of the pandemic out of sheer boredom and haven't regretted it since 😎 (And I actually laughed so hard when Jackles called it "soapy" in a recent interview 🤣)

What?! Nooooo... Tim Bradford has something in common with other characters I like? Can't be. Totally different type 😂 But in all seriousness, I've been thinking about expanding to other characters for a long time now, and Tim's certainly on the list. I could definitely write for him, but the problem is that I can't see him with anyone more perfect than Lucy, and any story I write would be a screaming copy of their dynamic lmao. So until my brain thinks of a fitting x reader plot, I'll keep Tim and his tests in my back pocket 🤓

And omg @zepskies!!! Get in on the Rookie & Tim (& Lopez) love! 💙