Why does this sound more like a threat than a reappearance information... anyway...
AND I HAVE A NEW HYPERFIXATION
Okay,... it's not really new,... always loved the shhhh out of DragonAge but I recently started a new playthough with origins and I AM OBSESSED
~ So I been inspired to start writing again ~
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Say hello to:
ofc it's getting uploaded at my main @daydreamer-writing
Ferelden, slowly unraveling under the weight of war and corruption;
At its breaking point stands Aerinelle — a fragile yet unyielding thread holding back the tide of darkness.
As an elven mage raised in the suffocating walls of the Circle, her life was dictated by silence, duty, and obedience. The world beyond her tower walls was meant to be a place of freedom.
But outside the tower, freedom comes with a price.
In the Blight’s shadow, Aerinelle is thrust into the eye of a storm where love and duty collide.
Torn between Cullen, the Templar who shields his affection behind duty and Alistair, the Grey Warden who wears his heart on his sleeve, Aerinelle must navigate betrayal, heartbreak, and the crushing weight of leadership.
Every choice carries an echo, every sacrifice a scar.
When the end draws near and sacrifice becomes the only truth left, will she follow her duty, love, or herself?
What will Aerinelle sacrifice for a world that has given her so little? And can she live with the echoes of that choice?
Yes. I am going there. It's gon hurt. In all the ways. But it's also gon satisfy that itch. My plan is to carry it through all the games. But also for my friends here that know and love me for my BTS obsession, I shall write it so that you dont have to know the fandom and still get it. Its gon be so good. I swear.
like they've already made it very clear by a) ghosting me for months and b) getting my colleagues to train their stupid new ai. like i only know about this because one of my colleagues tipped me off. i imagine they're waiting to get it working before they formally let me go and fuck that. i am literally drafting my resignation lmao
guys. there has been an update. my spy colleague has informed me that my ex-boss is backtracking. the ai was supposed to speed things up because apparently i was unavailable too often but it turns out that another colleague has been lying about me telling him i was unavailable. i have email receipts proving this never happened.
this colleague also has beef with me because his documents were always garbage and i came back with a million corrections and called him out for mass copy-pasting. so he was just skipping the editing and saying i said i couldn't do it. and i lost my job because of it.
shoutout to all the people reblogging the version of this before my rejection letter. and especially shoutout to those people saying they're happy for me and that there's justice on this earth. i regret to inform you that my version of justice means choosing violence.
☆summary: in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...
☆status: completed
☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook
☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)
☆genre: snippets of life!au, smut, angst
☆total word count: 71.9k
☆a/n: Yeah so. This is pure filth. And then pure angst, and more filth. And then angst with a big A. You'll hate me, and you'll love it (at least I hope so) (it does involve cheating tho so beware if cheating is a trigger to you). Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3
☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading
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➳ Teaser
➳ Chapter one: when it starts (10.4k)
I know you want it.
➳ Chapter two teaser
➳ Chapter two: when you can't resist after a dinner with friends (9.4k)
Shut up before I change my mind.
➳ Chapter three: when you establish ground rules (12.4k)
You think you deserve it?
➳ Chapter four: when Jungkook questions everything (8.6k)
And what about you and Yoongi?
➳ Chapter five: when the unforgivable happens (8.3k)
I didn't want you to be alone.
➳ Chapter six: when it breaks (12.5k)
Well, I guess this is it.
➳ Chapter seven: a year later (10.1k)
You really loved her, didn't you?
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instagram users experience real full blown panic over accidentally liking someone’s post from 38 weeks ago because they don’t wanna be caught stalking while i’m hitting like and reblog hard as hell on shit my tumblr mutuals posted in 2016 like idgafffffff
summary: you're busy preparing something for your one-two arguably little ones without thinking they'll do the same to you
rating: pg | word count: 0.8k
genre/au: slice of life, domestic!au, family!au
content: dad yoongles 🥺 and cute stuff (what is happening to me)
a/n: happy 30th birthday to the loml yoongi! finally posting a dilf drabble for him and posted on time. i suddenly wrote this out of nowhere after seeing some clips from the RUN episode last year because he's just a husband material oml i couldn't help it >.<
The smile hasn’t left your lips when you hear the bickering at a distance.
You’re currently approaching the door right at the corner, carrying a tray of snacks and a pitcher to where the source of the noise is from. You knock as soon as you reach the door but they couldn’t seem to hear it because when you opened the door, your daughter and husband are still arguing in front of a canvas on the floor.
More like your baby girl complaining while Yoongi is purposefully being stubborn to tease her.
"daddy, come on, it's pretty easy" your toddler huffs as she tugs on Yoongi's rolled-up sleeve. Your husband’s wearing a yellow suede shirt, paired with a white one underneath that made you mildly concerned about getting dirty until he reassured you that he’d be careful. He’s wearing a long dark green canvas apron but even if it gets messy later on, he’d never mind so long as it makes his little girl happy.
Your daughter’s little eyebrows are still scrunched together as she stares at her father's canvas. She seems to want him to paint a similar picture as hers, with bright colours closely depicting a flower garden. Your heart melts at what you’re seeing, Yoongi watching your daughter fondly while she tries to teach him how to paint like her.
The art supplies scattered around the covered floor that they're both on just add how beautiful what you’re looking at is. And now you know what to paint on your canvas.
You have to carefully mind your steps until you reach the table so you can place the snack tray you’re carrying.
It’s the weekend and you’re both thankfully off from work, allowing you and Yoongi to have a bonding time with your daughter. Every week, you let her pick on what activity you’re all doing as a family and this time its painting.
"he's too lazy, mommy!" your daughter accuses, finger pointing at her father while holding a mini paint brush with her other hand. She’s pertaining to the plain hues of colour that Yoongi has been painting so far and it made you giggle. You approach his sitting form to see his progress so far.
"not bad yoongs" you stare at his canvas of greys and blues with a teasing lilt in your tone making Yoongi pout.
"can you see my ruthless brush strokes? my plan was to only paint whatever comes to mind" he complains, lips puckering at your comment and it makes you laugh even more.
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"okay, break time for now" you called, unloading the snacks and a pitcher of pineapple juice. Your daughter immediately drops her brush and excitedly approaches you, having you remind her to be careful not to step on anything.
You handed her a glass of juice and a small slice of pajeon.
"thank you mommy"
“ask daddy to get his share”
She hesitates a bit before calling for her Dad in which Yoongi replies with “i’m almost done baby”.
He's getting lost in what he's doing again, similar to when he's working that you often have to remind him to get breaks.
“the hotteok’s gonna get cold Yoongi'' you playfully scold him, aware that he usually prefers to eat it quickly while it’s hot.
This got his attention and he eventually stands up, following his daughter to where you’re currently sitting. He grabs a bite and takes one fish-shaped bread after, humming when he tastes the red bean inside it. Of course, you have to make two flavours since he prefers that flavour while your daughter loves the custard cream filling like you do.
You help your daughter sit in her chair and move towards Yoongi next, bringing up his left arm to take off the hair tie from his wrist. He raises a brow at you, munching another piece of hotteok.
“you’ve been moving your bangs a lot earlier, don’t want any paint on them” you smile, gathering his hair and pulling it back before securing it with the hair tie you’re holding. Yoongi's hair has been very luscious since he started growing it, and you've been doing your best to keep the scissors away.
However, you’re starting to regret doing so and your husband seems to notice it. Yoongi knows how you love his man bun, that little quirk of his lips stayed the entire time until he finished his glass of juice.
He stands up to grab his apron to finish his own canvas, ignoring your flustered reaction.
“mommy, come” your daughter breaks your reverie when her tiny hands reach for yours, dragging you to the empty canvas on her left side.
They've both gone quiet and are now focusing on their own canvases so you decide to do the same. You sat down and stare blankly at the canvas, forgetting what you wanted to paint when suddenly you feel strong arms caging you from behind.
Only then do you notice the paint streaks on your daughter's face, who's grinning widely while holding her small wood palette in her hand, fingers coated with paint as they reach out to your cheeks.
“your turn” Yoongi whispers beside you with his gummy smile, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before applying his paint-coated fingers to your other cheek.
In the end, you never get to paint anything on your canvas.
A human has entered a fae domain, eaten their food, and given their name. The fae goes to play with their new toy only to discover they have no power over the human. Somehow, this human is disobeying the fae rules. They are enforcing reality.
"I... genuinely do not- no no, CAN not understand! I have never in my THOUSANDS of years of living on this planet seen a human so brazenly disobey fae laws! You must tell me how!"
"Faries don't exist."
"..."
"I'm sorry, would you mind repeating that?"
"Faries. Don't. exist. They're made up."
"wh- yes they do. They indisputably do."
"Okay. show me proof."
"..."
"really?"
"Yeah! since you're so confident they exist."
"well... I'm a fairy. You're in my domain. you are quite literally standing on top of a mountain of evidence that fairies do exist."
