Your fanfics are literally ART, a lot of people LOVEEE fanfics with smut but I enjoy fics with no smut WAYYY more. You’re like the best one out there. When it’s nothing sexual it just makes the reading experience ten times better 🤔
Hihi 😽
Thank you so much for saying that oh me gewd!
It's the same for me! I do enjoy smut, from time to time, but I do enjoy fics without it more most of the time!
It's just a personal preference, but in combination with that, I am just horrible at writing even kissing scenes, so...smut is completely out of my range to write.
i need the truth untold to be republished so bad omg I love that fic so much
It will be coming! I am currently done with part one of "Nine and three-quarters" and a Niki-summer fic I am writing, because somehow finishing up "Do you think I am fragile" took all my joy and whimsy from writing, so I need something different for a second!
But I guess by mid to end July it will be out! I've come to realise that TTU needs a lot more polishing than I originally thought...it's my fav from the original series and my writing was better than in DYTIF, but I still feel like the pacing is a bit meh and it's missing a part three, which will need much of my brain power.
...are there no longer (15k-35k words) fics or am I too stupid to use tags
I've tried to look up a few fics to see how other authors characterise Niki in their fics, but I couldn't find many? Most of them were either SMAUs or like blurbs and stuff. Is there a Niki draught?
Ooh, hi! It’s me again. I’m really looking forward to reading "Do You Think I’m Fragile?" ^^
And past these few days the heat here has been absolutely unbelievable! Honestly, with energy prices being so high, it feels like no one can afford proper conditioner anymore and unfortunately I live right under the roof. So I’ll just have to survive on ice packs and ice cream…
Anyway, I hope you have an amazing time in Korea (that’s like the last thing I’ve noticed so correct me if I’m wrong!), and I hope I’ll soon find the time to read your stories again. I do mourn sitting on a garden chair and just read whatever book I like.
Yours, 🪼!!
🪼-anon,
hello! Hihi!
Yes, the weather is insane. It has cooled down where I live, and for the next two weeks, it's back to spring weather, and I am freezing, which is great considering I am writing a summer fic right now...
Girl, no one around me even owns an air conditioner. We are all surviving with fans if we have those, but yeah, I think melting is this year's only solution.
Omg, living under the roof is a kind of torture I wish no one. I did one summer in a room under the roof and moved out lmao.
I had a super amazing time! I spent so much money and time with my friends, it was crazy. I cried so much when I had to say goodbye, but I'll be seeing them next year, so it's all right. I did take amazing pictures, which I will show you under the divider-thingy!
I wish you much time and peace to go back to read fan fics when you probably should be doing other things. Amen.
Hi, it’s me again!! I’ve been a little busy lately, so i only just saw your reply now!
First of all, i don’t really feel like I’m in the right place to actually criticise your work, that truly wasn’t what i meant at all! I really, enjoy your stories, they’re really comforting.
I think the reason my experiences don’t fully match the mc is actually because i admire her a lot. Her confidence while being in a wheelchair? That’s something i look up to so much. Still, if you feel like a tiny peek into my dailylife could help you, I’d be more than happy to share! :-)
And just to say, I’ve only read the first part so far, and it felt like you were focusing more on her frustration about her injury rather than the actual mental aspect (which totally makes sense!). I’m not sure how it is in the later parts.
From my experience, ptsd follows you around all day. The trauma can come back in dreams, or be triggered by smells, places etc. There are times where i experience flashbacks, intrusive memories, and body reactions like panic attacks, shaking, sweating, fast breathing, and a racing heart. I have to deal with constant anxiety. The constant fear of relieving trauma can get so overwhelming that my whole nervous system shuts down and i just end up sinking into my bed and can’t get anything done. That is very annoying to say at least.
Sooo I don’t know if it’s just me, but sometimes it feels like i experience everything a bit more intensely than her…? Maybe it’s just my perspective though, I’m not really sure.
Anyway, I really hope this could help you a little bit, and please don’t feel bad!! You’re doing something really meaningful (to me) with your writing. I’ll definitely be reading the other parts too, I’m sure they’re going to be just as awesome. ☺️
~🪼
🪼- Anon, I am SO sorry!
I started answering your ask and then didn't finish it up writing my answer, and the post got buried under my 383829 drafts...
Oh girl, I didn't take it as a critique, just feedback, which is desperately needed for improving anything one does!
I've already finished up the story and posted it, and I am an ass and idiot for doing so, but thank you so much for your offer. Knowing myself and the stories my head comes up with, there is a big chance I will get back to you sooner than later!
I hope you will have a great experience reading the fic when you find the time to do so! The later parts do focus on that as well as on, like you know, actually being triggered into a panic attack...I would love to read your commentary on that as well, hoping that it was accurate.
Your comment about it following you around all day actually inspired me a bit to kinda include those to make her PTSD more realistic!
I am very sorry that you have to go through all that, though. It sounds horrible. I actually struggle a bit with putting feelings into words because I do the exact opposite and do not really feel and experience things very intensely, but it's something I am definitely working on!
Yes, it actually did help and I am glad you are thinking like that 🥺
Hello I have a question to the void and I am hoping someone can answer it! When someone speaking Japanese or Korean learns English what are the hardest parts about it? Dear void, what did you struggle the most with? How did you overcome it?
I can't believe I just realised your header is HEEJAKE????? I miss them so much omg. I'm a jayke stan but HEEJAKE NOOOOOOOOO im spiralling again...
- beomguy anon 🐻
Oh yes i guess it is!! I really love that pic of Heeseung! For a long moment I wished I was 14 again and able to have my kpop men as my phone screen lmao! But I’m an adult now and sadly can’t pull up to the office and have a random Korean man on my phone 😩
I also do miss them. I hope they still have the time to hang out with each other even if shit has gone down…
since "To My First"and "DYTIF" are connected but in different timelines. It's so cute to know that Sunghoon's taking care of his Y/N but also leans on angst cuz it was already their college years. KNOWING SHE PAST OUT TOO, WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.
On the other hand, in "To My first", Heeseung and his Y/N are fiance's in that timeline. IT'S SO CUTE KNOWING THAT THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED KMSSS AAAAAA FUCKING FLUFF
GURL
I wish ahah!! But, no 🙂↔️
TMF and DYTIF are in fact not connected and two different stories and timelines. Like no interconnections at all!
Buuuuuutttt!
The whole hockey series is connected! You’ve noticed one of the several things that hinted to connections to the others stories tho!
Maybe you can find the other ones as well! In case you feel like rereading the third part 😎
blocking serial likers is interesting like... sorry for enjoying your work i guess i'll do it more quietly
I'll try to put this as kindly as I can.
I feel really uncomfortable having to repeat this over and over again, but let's please accept this as a hard fact once and for all: creators depend on feedback to keep creating, otherwise they cannot know if someone is enjoying their work and whether they should keep going.
Case in point: If it weren't for this passive aggressive ask, I would have no idea you were enjoying my work. I wish you had instead sent one to tell me that, or dropped a comment that said, "Hey, I enjoyed this!"
In case you may not be familiar with how Tumblr works, I'll try to explain:
Here, 💓 does not mean "I like this" like it does on Instagram or TikTok. Tumblr works on reblogs (even if it's blank), which means sharing. In the context of fics, leaving likes may translate into, "This isn't worth sharing, but have a like I guess". People may interpret it as they aren't good enough.
(No one can discern if you read the work or just bookmarked it, which is why it's not advised to like stuff to make a tbr shelf. If you don't wanna reblog with a #tbr tag, here's an idea: hit the reblog button but don't post, save it in your drafts instead. You can find everything you want to read in one place now.)
But when you like everything back to back, you are confusing them because... if it's good enough to binge, can't you spare a reblog to tell them "Kudos! I had a great time"?
There used to be an established feedback culture in the Tumblr fanfiction community. It was the norm to engage with authors about their work (through reblogs, comments, asks...) because everybody knew fandom is cyclical. It's give-and-take. If you give one, the author will very enthusiastically give back two. They knew engagement didn't mean "Part 2?", it meant a genuine conversation and reaction to the stories. There are works that come out of 3-year hiatuses just because someone sent a comment to the author, it's that powerful.
Isn't this why we created blogs here in the first place? To be social?
Then an influx of new users from other social platforms arrived, and that was when the relentless passive consumption started. Because these users thought (some still think, like yourself) Tumblr works just like other social platforms. It doesn't. At the expense of annoying my long-time readers, I frequently shared reminders on what not to do. I genuinely assumed, "I think these people are new and simply don't know. Surely it can't be the same people willingly ignoring what authors are vocally begging for."
So many amazing writers left because of this passive consumption, and they still do. I tried being nice about it; it didn't work. I tried being aggressive about it; it didn't work. I flat-out begged; it didn't work. I got so frustrated with not being heard that I put it on my bio, pinned post, library post, taglist form, member-specific masterlists in large header font, and I still get ignored every day. Every day.
I've run out of ways to deal with it, and I'm exasperated. What will it take for you to please hear me?
So yes, I block serial likers because it is a form of silent reading. Yes, I selfishly want my work to exist for readers who are willing to engage with me. Yes, I criminally want to write for readers who don't treat me like a content machine and remember that I am a human being with feelings.
I can't put out 15k every other day like some do because I write my work myself.
All that is to say, if you were truly enjoying my work, I just wish you'd let me know. If you think it's too much hassle to at least press one (1) button to show appreciation for something you enjoy, I invite you to please reconsider for other authors you may like. This is a rampant issue that is extremely demotivating, and by keeping quiet, you are slowly driving organic writers away from something they love.
And I would prefer it if my flowerbeds didn't turn into a wasteland of ai slop.
This. Literally this. Genuinely what a writing community is supposed to be about.
“I’ll enjoy it more quietly”
“I’m a silent reader”
“I was scared to send a message”
Then enjoy no more writing from me.
In the start of my being here I watched sooo many talented writers leave this space, and I thought, oh no, is that what happens??? I watched incredible writers leave ‘cause they feel like ‘they suck’ or that what they write isn’t good enough. Doubting themselves because of the silence.
You think authors write books from silence?? You think blockbuster movies are created because of silence?? You think any community survives in silence??
Imagine standing in a room full of people, saying something out loud, and everyone gives you a side eye, and ignores you.
It is Not hard to leave the tiniest comment. An emoji. A ‘loved this’. To let us writers know that you were here. That you enjoyed something.
What are you scared of? What are you embarrassed for? You think us authors are going to swat you through the screen?? One simple comment or message I guarantee you (at least personally) will have your author JUMPING for joy and sooo incredibly giddy. You will make their day. You will have them thinking about your message/comment for the rest of the week.
I’ve heard of some readers comments SAVING the story. SAVING the fic. SAVING the writer and pulling them back into their work.
It is NOT that hard. And in a writing community, writers shouldnt have to beg.
Give and Take. Give and fucking Take.
You can’t keep taking. We’ll have nothing left to give.
this. this is why I don't feel like writing on here anymore even though I love writing and I love ateez. you both put all my thoughts and feelings into words and I can't thank you enough <3333
I just realized Johnny is 31. Thirty one. In what world. He’s been like 27 for the last decade okay. My heart can’t handle that. Because him being „old“ means I am „old“
I just realized Johnny is 31. Thirty one. In what world. He’s been like 27 for the last decade okay. My heart can’t handle that. Because him being „old“ means I am „old“
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DO YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE? ⊹₊ ⋆
A car accident has turned your life upside down, leaving you with a knee and ankle that ache like they belong to someone three times your age. Navigating college with these setbacks is hard enough, but when your overprotective dad insists you take an internship with the men’s hockey team, you’re thrust back into the world you’ve spent years avoiding. The rink represents everything you’ve lost, and then there’s Heeseung, the captain whom you somehow cannot stop thinking about.
💿SOUNDTRACK 〢🖇 SERIES MASTERLIST
PART ONE ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 24,868
PART TWO 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 21,704
PART THREE ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 31,334
ᵎ!ᵎ WARNINGS ──── GRAPHIC CONTENT! car accident, PTSD, chronic pain & disability, depression, Y/N is very, very frustrated and kinda angry at the world for a second, overprotective/controlling dad & brother, sports injuries, alcohol, mild drunkenness, hurt/comfort, panic attack, mentions of zombies, mentions of dying by said mentioned zombies, smooching (each other, not the zombies!!), mentions of party drugs
# TAGS ──── SLOW-BURN friends-to-lovers, coach's daughter x hockey captain, mutual pining, very much bed-sharing, and a lot of napping, Y/N is a napper, they very obviously have crushes on each other, angst with happy ending
The sound of crunching metal and the violent jolt of impact were the last things you remembered clearly from that day six years ago.
It was louder than the music on the radio. Louder than your dad’s panicked shout.
Louder than your own scream as the world folded in on itself.
It had been raining for days, thundering even, thick, dark clouds hanging above the skyscrapers of the city, blocking out any sunlight.
You had been sitting in the front seat of your dad’s car, your legs tucked comfortably into the seat as he drove through the rain on what was supposed to be a regular, boring Saturday morning.
You remembered the music, a song you had heard a million times already.
You desperately wished to change the radio station, but didn’t dare to ask. You had fought with your dad in the morning, you couldn’t recall what it was about, you knew it was probably something stupid, something meaningless, but it was enough to dampen his mood, making the whole ride to the ice rink uncomfortably tense.
You remembered the car coming to a stop at an intersection just a few streets away from the ice arena.
You hated going past that intersection now.
There wasn’t even a single trace left of what happened that day. The traffic light had been changed, the tyre marks washed away after years of cars driving over the asphalt, and yet it left so many scars on you.
You remembered the horn that cut through the silence in the car. A loud, long, shrill sound.
Seconds later, time seemed to slow down.
The impact was deafening.
You heard everything at once. Felt everything at once.
The high, tearing shriek of brakes. The heavy, hollow boom as metal slammed into metal.
The feeling of your head connecting with the window in a sharp, sickening thud, and the white, hot pain that would follow. It exploded through your body, radiating from your foot up into your chest, stealing the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping, choking on your own breath.
For a moment afterwards, everything was silent. You knew it was never silent, but it was like you had dislodged all your senses for a few seconds before the world came rushing back in a torrent of pain and noise.
You remembered the rumble of thunder, the rain drumming harder on the crumpled roof, a sharp staccato against the twisted metal. For a few seconds, you were able to hear your dad over all of the noise, his voice full of panic.
“YN!” His voice sounded far away, buried under the ringing in your ears. “Stay with me, okay? Stay with me!”
You blinked. Your vision was blurry, your eyes stinging. You tried to move to rub your eyes, find a way to make it stop hurting.
Another rumble came from overhead, thunder chasing the storm across the sky. It blended in with the sirens, with the echo of the truck’s impact replaying in your skull.
Everything after that was gone. You couldn’t remember the ambulance coming in, the process of freeing you out of the wreck, the drive to the hospital, the surgeries, or the days in the ICU.
The only thing you could remember from the weeks afterwards was the dull, never-ending pain...