love is not over

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[jhsdaydreams]

deluge : (min yoongi/orrin muse background) count: 880 summary: the life and deaths of a demigod triggers: blood, death, allusions to drugs and smoking, non explicit sexual reference

Into this world I raged like a ghastly tempest. Dismal and unforgiving. Pelting the borderland between Life and Death with a torrential deluge. Currents swirling with murky delight, I lapped at the shores of existence. Tiny fingers digging into sharp silt, grit darkening the underside of my curved nails while crimson chaos begged for sacrifice.

So, I offered them you.

And The Moirai sat like stoic gargoyles reeking of singed satisfaction. Wretched Mona Lisa's brandishing half smiling frowns etched eternal.

How could I implore when I had no words? How could I plead for you when I was almost nothing?

O! Atropos, ignorant of her lame gait, stepped forward. Wilted cloth of her slate gown weighted with the heft of permanence. Weapon held aloft - glinting shears sharpened to bleak perfection. O! Your thread once held taught . . . snipped. Loosed ends dancing in harsh winds of my mourning squall.

I drowned you so I could live

and

I must apologize for that.

Mythos claim my name,

Min Yoongi,

was the final utterance dripping from your wearied lips as numbing waves ebbed into your ears and dulled the clamor of our churlish earth. Three syllables I do not deserve. To call me anything more than vile would ring too sweet.

For who names the last nail in their coffin?

Your thin, warbling voice, a sorrowful dove's cry, sailing over boundless pelagic swells, seeking a quiet isthmus. But finding only plains of the water

water

water

left in the wake of my father's fury.

O! That fury. Bright crimson fury that wrapped me up as a murderous gift. That abandoned me, scarlet and screaming, in your lifeless arms. I shook, nay, shake with fear. Fear of him and myself ‘cause I harbor that same heartless bedlam too. Catastrophic rancor that crashes against my skin and demands release.

I wish I was made of blood and beauty, but I am death

decay

and sickly ambrosia.

Age after Era after Epoch. And my downpour had yet to cease. I imbibed tainted cloudbursts and smiled, wishing for nothing more than to meet you. Drown me. Drown me. Drown me too. I appealed to Charon a thousand times on the banks of The Styx, harsh resolution gnashing at my bloodied knees.

And each time I was met with obstinate silence.

But then I caught sight of your ghost. Ebony hair deranged. Vacuous porcelain eyes tortured. Screeching, I tasted your inhuman pain. Watched you disintegrate until only the maudlin alabaster of your bones remained.

I took your life, but Death took your humanity.

And from then I knew, He had always been my truest accomplice. From birth He kissed me - tender and disastrous - and bestowed me with wine stained lips. Now we are acquainted. Now we are friends.

Howling at the moon like feral demons we unmoored from Olympus and unleashed ourselves on The World. Tromping through indignant forests, I let jagged branches and keen spines wrench at my skin and let my blood flow as an outpouring onto the earth. The soil drank that hot, sanguineous libation with fangs bared and, I suppose, she’d never tasted something so nectarous.

Let us both be drunk on

sickly ambrosia.

Age after Era after Epoch, the world grew and I with it.

My abject wanton grew to thin lines of snow and ashen smoke that lodged tar in my teeth and burned my lungs.

How I wished to boil away all that wet in my soul.

My abject wanton grew to untamed dances between unnamed flesh that scorched my fingerprints.

How I wished to boil away all that wet in my skin.

Age after Era after Epoch we did the same.

There was comfort in repetition. There had always been comfort in repetition.

Until

You.

Cool, hollow moonlight reflecting on a tranquil lake's surface.

You showed me that water was beautiful and pacifying.

Night after night I went to you. Dipped into you, naked and shivering. There was beauty in truth. My truth. There was beauty in me and my wet soul. O! My heart, lungs, lips, tongue. That is human enough. A gem of light. glittering from beneath the waves. My treasure -

that was you.

And I loved you.

To feel something other than that unforgiving storm thrashing in my dna. Winds quieted and for the first time I heard myself. I heard the tune of

human.

And water poured out of me. Cracked open my cranium and birthed an unending waterfall. An ode to “he who hates me most”. And I let that stunted river cascade over your vivacious arms and drip between your warm fingertips.

But with truth comes opposition. And with opposition comes the reverberation of ripples. And with ripples comes shattered illusions.

Because I am hopeless and undeserving and devastating.

So I trudged through The River Styx. Back into the rough hands of Death - who, yes, I love too. O! This is what I wanted. To drown. How I love drowning in his unfeeling and uncaring embrace. I love the satisfaction of my lungs collapsing. I love the addiction to asphyxiation. I love the numbness of an encroaching tide.

Now . . . all I am is woebegone thank yous. Thank you to those who made me who I am. Thank you, Mother. Thank you, Father. Thank you, Death.

[jhsdaydreams]

This is the collection masterlist for my written works from excelsior : a futuristic fantasy rp (featuring a few bts members).

⇢ I am always open to discussion, so feel free to comment on any work or send me asks/messages about anything!

MUSE HISTORY ;

⇢ deluge : min yoongi/orrin

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[jhsdaydreams]

This is the collection masterlist for my written works from hanghoul : a tokyo ghoul inspired rp (featuring a few bts members).

⇢ KEY :        ✺ angst        ♥︎ romantic themes

⇢ I am always open to discussion, so feel free to comment on any work or send me asks/messages about anything!

✺ ♥︎ || Hoseok x Juli || Tokyo Ghoul AU

A masquerade ball at the Kim Mansion, where ghouls, humans and doves mingle together amongst decadence and sin. Juli, a temptress who prowls the neon reflecting streets, eyes a man who has proved to be a complex enigma, Jung Hoseok.

What beats harder tonight? The bassline or her heart?

⇢ read

♥︎ || Hoseok x Juli || Tokyo Ghoul AU

The masquerade will soon be little more than a death ridden disaster. At least that’s what Hoseok’s words suggested. Will Juli heed Hoseok’s warning or follow her own mind? What actions will she take to satisfy her own desires?

⇢ read

♥︎ || Jimin x Reader || Tokyo Ghoul AU

Jimin waits for her - that insufferable human woman - to arrive masked and costumed in some expensive dress. He’d imagined it, envisioned it. But the reality of the moment knocks him breathless.

⇢ read

[fflowermin-deactivated20251005]

fflowermin’s first follow forever

hi lovely people,

I’ve been on tumblr for years now, but I always just used it as an inspiration board where I reblogged things, that I liked. Last year I somehow found myself starting my first BTS related sideblog @smalltownrecs and it was one of the best decisions ever. Because tumblr became,not only a place to swoon over BTS but also a place where I found a lot of amazing people. I hit my first milestone, so I think it’s finally time for my first follow forever/ mutual appreciation post.

I’m not the most social person in the world, my tags aren’t full of me screaming and I’m pretty bad at keeping up with tags, but I see and love every single one of you, whether you’re a follower, mutual or don’t really have a clue how you got here :D 

To keep a long story short: THANK YOU! 

Keep reading

[jhsdaydreams]

sorry to bother you, but since this is a sideblog, who do you follow back as?

hello! no bother at all! I follow back as hoseoksblush!

[plutosent-deactivated20200809]

i guess miracles do happen.

❥ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

❥ Genre: fluff with the tiniest bit of angst, Christmas themed, established relationship, idol AU

❥ Warnings: holiday cheer

❥ Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Miracles come in many forms—yours happens to come in the form of Min Yoongi.

A/N: this is for @bangtan-bookclub‘s fic exchange and is dedicated to the sweet @carrotgguk. hope you enjoy my gift for you meg!

Another night alone. You sigh, blowing out the steam rising from your mug of hot chocolate. Staring blankly at the Christmas film playing on the TV, the text Yoongi had sent you hours ago superimposes on the screen. The words repeat in your head, a mantra of reassurance.

i’ll be home soon!

The incessant whistling of the wind mocks you: a fucking blizzard, who would have thought? Certainly not you… certainly not Yoongi either. The sweet promise of ‘soon’ becomes even more improbable with each minute and hour, the harsh winds outside made sure of that.

You take a sip from your mug, trying to keep yourself awake. You shrug off the warm duvet, hoping the cold air sneaking in through your window would force your eyes open. You slap your cheeks, hoping the pain would force the fatigue out of you.

Checking the time: it’s 2 AM… You just hope he’s safe, wherever he is.

And just then, a Christmas miracle arrives on your doorstep. You had questioned their reality then, brushing it off as just another fantasy others loved to perpetuate. But, for a second you almost believe in it. You almost start to believe in the concept of such miracles when you open the door to find your boyfriend, shivering before you.

“Merry Christmas?” Yoongi greets you, unsure with a crooked grin to match.

You do not know how to react, but it seems your body acts much quicker than your mind. Your arms wrap around him, not even caring about the melted snow that seeps through your sweater.

“I was so worried,” comes out muffled from his parka and various layers of clothing. You tighten your hold around him, as if the blizzard would whisk him away to some far, unknown land—as if to feel if Yoongi really is here, with you.

“You’re acting like I just came back from my military enlistment,” Yoongi chuckles, smile straightening out. His arms wrap around you, giving you a tight squeeze as well and a kiss on the cheek.

You feel his smile on your skin—his happiness is so contagious that it tugs the corner of your lips into a small smile of your own.

“Still…” is your futile attempt at a retort as both of you somehow shuffle inside your shared apartment, tangled limbs and all.

“How did you even get here with all the snow?” You pull away from Yoongi, just enough to see his face.

He shrugs. “I guess miracles do happen.” A final kiss on your forehead as Yoongi pulls away to take off his jacket. “That, or I just got really lucky.”

Both of you laugh—miracle, Christmas magic, luck or whatever is out there… you’re just glad to have him here.

Plop. You feel Yoongi’s weight dip the couch, and the warmth of a duvet wrapping around you both: a reminder that his presence isn’t an illusion or one of those dreams.  It’s odd—to look for such trivial things, but it reminds you that this is real. This is all real and this is all happening. He’s home and he’s right next to you.

It’s such a rarity to find Yoongi here, in his own home. You almost expect Santa to come crawling down your chimney. You don’t even have one.

“What do you wanna watch?” Yoongi breaks you out of your thoughts of phantom chimneys and possibly seeing him home more often. His hand finds yours with ease as the other holds the remote. “Guess we gotta use up the free trial as much as we can,” he mumbles, idly browsing through the selections of movies and TV shows on Netflix.

“You’re part of a millionaire music group, what would you need free trials for?” you tease, nudging your elbow into his side.

Yoongi falls silent for a moment-“… Wealth is a lofty concept-” and picks the first movie he sees.

Not even ten minutes in. “God, this movie is so fucking cheesy. I don’t understand why they thought this was a good plot? It doesn’t even make any sense,” you say before you can catch yourself. Apprehension takes form in a flush that travels to your cheeks. God, why don’t you just shut up and enjoy? You chastise yourself for speaking up, silently praying that Yoongi wouldn’t say anything.

“I think this undercover inspector plot is very fitting for a Christmas movie.”

His reply gives you an odd sense of relief, the tightness in your chest going away. It reminds you again why you would never let him go.

You roll your eyes to feign annoyance. “Indeed, very clever. I think this storyline is too much for my non-intellectual brain to process… My last few brain cells are struggling.”

“I agree—this storyline is far too complex for us to comprehend. Only those of great minds can truly grasp the deep message of this film… and those minds are not ours.” Yoongi continues your act. Yet another reason why you love him so much, always willing to play along with your silly antics.

“Let’s watch another movie.” He gets the remote. “Heathers?” he asks, knowing it’s your favorite.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” Your arms wrap around him again, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he laughs at your response.

The movie plays and his arms find their way around you as well. It’s like muscle memory at this point. You fit into every crevice, each little nook and cranny. The thought is cheesy, but you really did fit into each other like puzzle pieces. While jigsaws aren’t your favorite, you would solve this one again and again, if it meant being close to him like this.

You would never need another Christmas gift if every year would be spent like this: your favorite movie playing, warm and cozy as you’re snuggled next to your favorite person in the world. I guess miracles do happen. Yoongi’s words leave a smile on your face as you enjoy every little moment of your Christmas miracle.

[jhsdaydreams]

hello, everyone.

my best friend wrote this and it is literally the cutest fic to ever exist. if you read it, I ensure that your holiday season happiness will increase tenfold.

[arahir]

use comic sans to write

i hate this so much but this knowledge is too powerful to keep from you all.

last night @phaltu discovered that setting your font to comic sans in google docs improves writing speed and creativity by an insane amount. “no” i said and “die” but then i tried it and god. i wish it wasn’t this way. i wish it wasn’t true. i wish i could protect you all from this but it’s real. 

something about this font is so disarming. something about this font lets you look past the shape of the words and into their soul. i’ve never written so much as i did last night, on my phone, at 2am, in comic sans.

if you have writer’s block. if you lack inspiration. if you need this. don’t be afraid to use it. sometimes the things we find most horrifying are also the things we need the most. trust me. let comic sans into your life.

[armyofwritersnet-blog]

Nostalgia. The word sounds wistful falling from your lips. You turn it over and over again, wanting to return. “But to what … to who,” you wonder. Pull back the veil and fade into your most profound memories — hopeful, somber, torturous. Do not fear the depth of your emotions, but instead, take pen to paper and lay them bare. For the season of winter, AoW encourages writers (both within and outside of the network) to create a work that explores the feeling of past emotions that are dredged up through memory.

Here are some possible prompt examples/ideas:

• An immortal with a wall of pictures of loved ones whom they’ve outlived.

• The one that got away.

• Realizing that the holidays aren’t as fun as it was back when you were a kid.

• Childhood sweethearts.

• Seeing the person you shared your first kiss with.

Rules:

• There is no maximum or minimum length requirement for your work, as long as it is finished before or on Thursday 31 January.

• All genres and styles of work will be accepted.

• Feel free to not use these prompts or use your own. As long as it goes with the theme of ‘Nostalgia’.

• As this is a BTS writing network, we will only accept BTS fics.

• As stated above, this prompt is open to everyone so please feel free to share this post with your friends and other networks.

• Collaboration is allowed and encouraged.

• Please place trigger warnings at the beginning of your work. If there are none, please state so.

• Clearly state that this is part of the Winter Nostalgia Collection and tag with #armyofwriters. This will ensure all works are reblogged and compiled into a final post at the end of the month. If your work is not reblogged please contact one of the admins.

• Reblog this post if you are interested in joining this event to spread the word!

[morehoseok]

「홉빙수 ❀ Do not edit in any way」(1, 2)

[ask-bts-stuff]

“Maybe I can never fly”, you can really fly Jin♥

Happy Jin Day!!

[guksdimple]

okay who would want to join a discord server for us 20 + year olds?!

[guksdimple]

i’m working on making one now!

[jhsdaydreams]

yes! please. a chat for us 20 somethings!!

[jinsbts]

Jin’s birthday countdown ★ d-3 ★ his (incredibly underrated) stage presence 

video cr. (1,2,4,5,6,9)

[glitchyoongi]

seokjin through the eras (no more dream ~ idol)

happy birthday to our worldwide handsome, kim seokjin!

[timetohajima-deactivated2020072]

Aww you responded so fast 😍 😄😄, thank you. (Jackson in a relationshpi). Do you mind doing one for Yoongi too? Again I really like your writing 👌👍

You’re welcome! Thank you lots for these asks, writing about these guys in relationships are giving me many feels. haha

I think he’d be really into people (since I don’t know his preferences) that are sweet (we’ve seen how flustered he gets when he sees cute people doing aegyo) and calm but that will have enough temper to deal with him. Will yell at him when he needs to be yelled at, answer back when he’s (unintentionally or not) rude. Will be fine by just hanging out at home or doing simple but cute things for dates (like, nothing too elaborate and no need to make huge public displays of affection). He needs someone that is as laid back as he is, you know? That will love to talk about many different subjects (the person has to be smart) but won’t be too agitated or constantly talkative. And has to be patient. lol Someone that will understand that he just likes to be quiet on his own sometimes, doing his work in peace. So the person definitely can’t be the jealous type, or the needy type. An independent person would be best. Not that he won’t be there for the person when they need it, he really will, but Yoongi certainly can’t handle drama. Someone that will quietly sit beside him when he’s sad about something that he doesn’t want to talk about. So someone that is clever at reading people since Yoongi won’t express himself efficiently. Will make him talk even when he doesn’t want to since keeping everything to himself is not healthy, but will also respect his space when it’s fit. Above all, someone that will be able to see under his bickering and that will be as good-hearted as he is. 

(sounds like a lot of work but ISN’T THIS BABY WORTH IT?)

I don’t think he minds the appearance of the person too much, like… He probably has a type (I’d think it’s more of a lovely, cute type) but will only love the person if they have a great personality as well. Also sometimes I feel like he has some kind of oppa kink. lmao But that might not fit his personality at all, ‘cause he truly needs a mature person for the relationship to be healthy for both. I guess he’ll learn that with time.

Now, for him as a boyfriend: As much as he doesn’t want people so see that he is, Yoongi is an adorable person. He does have Pisces and Cancer in his chart, water signs that make the person very caring. We know how sweet he can be when he wants to be - he silently and proudly takes care of the members and they constantly make fun of him for it. So that’s pretty much how he’d be to his partner: a constant, calming and protective presence. Will listen to your problems and give the most honest advices (that will be good, but even the kind of advice you don’t wanna hear). Either his Moon being in Virgo or Libra, both are likely to want to protect and take care of who they love - since he doesn’t have an easy time expressing his feelings, you’d have to read into his little daily acts. Will text arguing because why hadn’t you gotten home yet if he feels like you’re working too much, will definitely be by your side if you get sick, will remember the tiniest things about you and will make those happen (like maybe once you mentioned that you loved the color purple and out of nowhere he’ll give you a purple necklace? little things like that). I don’t think he’s the jealous type but will want to protect you a lot, will take care of things for you without you having to ask. Don’t expect him to say how he feels though, and Yoongi will hate discussing the relationship. It will be necessary sometimes, of course, but he’ll just hate it. But when in love he’ll make an effort. As tough as he is, Yoongi is totally the kind that will melt for the person he loves - the kind of boyfriend that is made fun of by his friends since he ends up talking about you a little too much. Just like Jackson, though, he has a hard time understanding what’s love and what’s passion, so… It might take some time for Yoongi to find his true love. When he does, though, it will be quite a cute relationship to see.

[jhsdaydreams]

@herspilledink hello. i read this and i thought of that dream you had so UH YEAH.

[mouneemoon]

when you fall asleep #16 | jhs

#16: I never meant to hurt you. or, when you’re seeing life with him flashing like dots before your eyes. jung hoseok. angst. cheating. 484 words.

notes: three hoseoks in a row woot woot!! I’m actually sorry that I did him so dirty in this one orz

( wyfa masterlist )

“Hoseok, listen— please. Listen. I’m sorry.”

What saddens you more than his back turned to you – the same back that you so dearly loved watching go in the kitchen, to fetch some more snacks for your movie nights, when you used to spend the time at his place – was seeing him look over his shoulder at you once more, eyes full of disappointment, and hurt. They weren’t supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be bright, so full of light— not like this.

Those beautiful eyes, now, feel like a long lost memory now.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, voice echoing in your skull cruelly as if it was mocking you, reminding you that it was all just your damn fault, and he was dragged into it when he had nothing to do with it. “You’ve always been so good to me. I messed up. I’m so, so, so sorry. Isn’t— isn’t there a way for me to fix this?”

Hoseok looks at you for a time that feels like forever. Wind ruffles his soft locks, and blows open the scarf around his neck. You resist the urge to brush them back to their place like you used to. He looks so calm, that it scares you. It scares you more than that one time when a car ran the red and had barely brushed against him. That was one scary time.

“Well. Do you love me?” he asks, and it’s the first time he’s spoken up since your endless pleading.

“I do,” you reply promptly. “I love you, Hoseok.” And you know you do, you’ve repeated those words thousands and thousands of times, at his place, holding hands, kissing him goodbye on his cheek first and then on his lips, when you laid next to each other one morning, and that one evening he drove you out of the city and you watched the stars together.

He licks his lips. “I love you too, you know. But… do you love him?”

You are taken aback by his question, and you know that you should tell him that no, you love him only, that the other person was no one compared to him. But words just won’t come out from your dry mouth.

Hoseok smiles at you, nostalgic, when you are taking a moment too long to reply. “Then I don’t think there’s a way to fix this.”

“Hoseok, please. I’m sorry, I’m— a mess. I never meant to hurt you like this—”

“You might have not meant it,” he says, soft eyes and tone so sad that it breaks your heart. You don’t think you’ve seen Hoseok sadder than he is in this moment. “But… you did anyway. You can’t control your feelings, I guess. Thanks for trying anyway, though.”

And you swear that the wind has suddenly gotten colder when he walks away, and does not turn back around this time.

[joonary]

💜 Mutuals! Mutuals! Mutuals! It’s time to send this present of love to your mutuals! Tag some mutuals who have helped you during your stay on Tumblr by telling them how and why in this ask and send it to some of your favorite or other mutual accounts to learn about who has helped them too! It’s time to thank our mutuals for making our experience here on Tumblr even more beautiful! 💜

hi anonie!! I deadass talk to like three (3) people but I love all my mutuals!!

@bibimins; @triviamang; @chimchurro; @namtooris; @jeons-wasabi; @honeylovecult; @mintemps; @ilovtaes; @chimimy; @wetbts; @lovelyyyoongi; @nambewb; @chubsjiminiie; @chim-chimmie; @magu1lera; @isearchedtheyooniverse; @bangbangtanplaza; @louvresdemiel; @jinie; @bangtanstanst; @taerivia; @hugseoks; @jhsdaydreams; @agusmyg; @myghurts; @guktwt; @gukksbby; dhhshs if I forgot anyone I’m so sorry :(

so all of these people just overall made me come out of my shell since joining this hellsite and for that I’m thankful 💕 seeing these people pop up on my dashboard and seeing the content they make, them interacting with their friends, or even just the things they feel are worth reblogging makes me happy that all of us are such different people and in different places but we’re all united as a community because we’re all in love with seven idiots hahsshgd (and I say that with 100% fondness)

so uhh! happy thanksgiving guys ily all!!

[jhsdaydreams]

omg HONEYYYYY!!! you are the sweetest human of all time! I know we're new mutuals, but I love you to pieces already 😭💜 thank you for thinking of me and including me in this.

[j-hope]

giggly💖 baby 💗💘 i 💓 love 💞him 💝 so 💕 much 💖💞💓💝✨‬