𝓨𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐊𝐎 𝓜𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 was that doll you never wanted. A porcelain beauty left to rot in flower pressed graves that simply took the skin of a beautiful, human psychiatrist. She never minded seeing her porcelain skin covered in blood and wept tears if that meant to know the answer to love. 𝓣hen, she looked into the mirror. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 was a heart surgeon who didn't understand love. Didn't need love. An empty soul bearing the skin of an empty human. He worked with careful precision and emotionless strategy that didn't require feelings, or did he believe in finding the answer to love. He didn't understand hearts, he learnt to fix them. Well, only theirs and never his own. 𝓣wo morbid souls who could never truly accept each other- or maybe just their own, distorted reflections. 𝓣hey simply follow each other, falling down into the rabbit hole- just two heartless, empty dolls, one born to save, and the other to heal fractured hearts, finding themselves in the Borderlands. 𝓣here there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging what is good and what is evil. 𝓟erhaps that is what makes humanity so beautiful to people who already lost theirs. ──── 🃚 ──── started: july 3rd 2025 status: incomplete ended: n/a

➷｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• 𝘴. 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 "𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝" what happens when you find yourself trapped in a cruel word? a world full of despair, where you aren't able to do anything to help yourself. not to mention, other people. in that world, full of despair, you found warmth. a warmth you never knew you needed from someone. that place wasn't made for love, but you tried to make it possible. you weren't just playing the game master's games. you were also playing chishiya's and they were even more deadly. ╚══ஓ๑ 1/12/21 ๑ஓ══╝ #1 cards - 12.01.22 #2 hearts - 03.02.22

❝𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.❞ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴." 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 - 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦- 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟐𝟏/𝟏𝟎/

in which soo-yeon is approached by a man, who gives her the opportunity to climb her way out of her debts. COMPLETED! © -haneulism dec 2024 - jan 2025

TRADUÇÃO DA FANFIC ALL THE YOUNG DUDES POR MSKINGBEAN89 PERMISSÃO DA AUTORA PARA POSTAR AQUI. A obra narra de 1971 a 1995 a partir do ponto de vista de Remus Lupin. Ela é divida em três livros, o primeiro corresponde aos anos de 1971 a 1975 (do primeiro ao quarto ano dos marotos), o segundo livro vai de 1975 a 1978 (quarto ao sétimo ano) e o terceiro corresponde aos anos da guerra até um pouco depois da volta do Sirius de Azkaban. O terceiro livro está sendo postado no perfil @wolfuckingstar aqui no wattpad. Estamos traduzindo e postando todos os extras da autora em ordem cronológica junto com a postagem da tradução, tanto no archiveofourown quanto aqui no wattpad. As questões que divergem da história original da J.K.Rowling dizem respeito apenas ao Remus, pois nessa obra, ele foi deixado por sua mãe em um lar para meninos após o suicídio de seu pai, depois de ter sido atacado por Greyback e transformado em um lobisomem. AtYD é um slow burn de wolfstar. ★ tradução por paulak165 (Paula) e wolfuckingstar (Bruna) ★

"ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ." 𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 has always been the kind of person who wants to help. Quietly selfless, a little too sentimental for her own good - the type to donate blood without thinking twice. But when her donation gets rejected for "unknown reasons," she starts to wonder if maybe she doesn't belong as much as she thought she did. And then there's 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎. The doctor with a smirk that cuts deeper than a scalpel, and words colder than the sterile hospital air. "ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ'ꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ." Their paths shouldn't have crossed again. But in the Borderlands, fate has a cruel sense of humor. In a land where every drop matters, what happens when your blood defines your worth? 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 - chishiya x oc