butterflywings

Hello there! I like to write anything and everything but mostly i like to read sad and romantic stuff related to bl ^⁠_⁠^

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Ok an Insane story idea!

Cultivator world where two enemies which are kind of childhood bestie but loved to compete since childhood grow up fall in love get married and then one of them does in death battle saving the others life sacrificing themselves to save the other and the other one searches for a way to bring them back to life in the end they kill people go against their own clan rule defy the cultivator world and tear apart galaxy and discover a modern world where they are suddenly faced by their partner who is crying dressed in modern but dark clothes in a graveyard. They both both look at eachother both are shocked but quickly hug eachothers. The modern living one keeps asking how are you alive? Why did you sacrifice yourself? After crying both of their eyes out the cultivator eyes fall on the grave his partner was standing in front of and there he is shocked to see a picture of him in weird clothes and his own name engraved on it, there he finally realises that he may have teleported to another reality where the version of him is dead. The modern one also realises something is wrong the cultivator shows him through Memories what happened in his own world. They fall silent sitting on a cold bench with dark clouds and no sign of sunlight. The modern one speaks up saying that even if he died in another reality he had always hoped to be the one to die in this one too because staying alive with memories is much harder.The cultivator retorts by saying that he is glad that at least in another reality he is the one who saved him and died instead he also says sarcastically "At least I am happy to know that somewhere you're suffering the same pain as me, call me sadistic but that makes me happy." The modern one can't help but chuckle "Says the guy who teared apart galaxy to be here." The cultivator sighed.The modern one said "We can't be together ..... right?"The cultivator hummed gently "I'll never settle for someone else in any life any reality there is always a version of me that has a version of you to complete me I'll never settle for any other version of you other than my real world and i believe it's the same for you."The modern one nodded in agreement. Although they love each other across lifetimes, timeline galaxy yet each version of them had their separate partner they grew up with a total different experience, and lives the cultivator version growing up in the world of magic and spirituality totally different life than the modern version of them surrounded by technology and science. Even though they are same but they are simply not same in the very core of life they had lived and overcome challanges side by side.

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I am thinking about writing a fanfiction about BTS

Should I? Also i am not a hardcore BTS fan but as far as I know there are many fans who won't ever meet BTS in real life all they have are comfort of dreams!

And specially indian BTS army there was a reel in which I saw many Indian BTS army actually be happy that bts won't come to india because apparently indian males even some females aunties have this usual obsessive hate so the Indian army feels glad that their idols would be safe from this toxic bs anyways still, same with me as another indian lol.

I got this crazy fanfiction idea where suddenly the mc means u the reader get's to join a suspicious insta group where it says that the dream game based on bts would be distributed to whoever joins this group apparently people join as joke to see what's this false info but soon those people do receive a game box!

This game box opens tell u to login in apparently very suspicious theme of love otome type! But the problem is after login the game is stuck on one single sentence film.

"Wait for the sleep to come for starting the game! Thank you!"

You thought it's broken but no when you dream that night a cute system hamster appears and introduces you the player routes of each different BTS character! Behold your in a interactive story game! Seven diffrent stories/route!

Also it is entirely fiction play of my own mind lol so don't take it seriously! I just want to give this awesome idea as gift to all those awesome people who are there to protect something they know they can't ever even see in reality!

Anyways should i write it?

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Love is strength or weakness?

If your fighting a war for your loved ones then love is greatest strength and if it's against a loved one then it would be the greates weakness.

For someone can be the mightest warrior conqueror of the world but when it's matters of heart and the people it loves one becomes pathetic enough to swallow disrespect and humiliation and still choose to stay even when it's hurting and killing them inside.

So next time you're feeling weird with friends remember to ask is it friendship a bond of equality or an unrequited affection that binds you to the other person? Are you scared of hurting them or scared of leaving them despite knowing they won't be hurt by your absence? Does it scare you to think that all that love you have remains unreciprocated and one sided so instead of leaving and choosing yourself you choose to hurt daily bleed daily to keep alive a facades of what once was but is no more.

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I am writing a Female Alpha x Male elf deity short story!

If anyone is interested in reading it's called " The silver elf "

It's available freely on a web novel app!

Edit - so i received more than 3-4 beta reader msg 😭 which i thought initially were just people like me interested in reading a story with alpha female like because that is the entire point of me writing one lol anyways just to be clear i write as a hobby i don't plan on publishing this story as a book! I just wrote it for enjoyment! SO I don't need a beta reader thank you!

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I'll tell u what happened with me can u write a poem which rhymes and is strong to read?

So it's like a letter to my friend.

It's been what 2 year's? Memories of you laughing and teasing, calling me out on my silly mistake and thing. You face with a smile flashes across my mind, how do I erase a friend that I called mine?

When you found happiness and peace in another I was hurt but did not step back further, instead i reached out despite the hurt, i talked about my hurt and asked what's wrong? Gave you chance to explain yourself.

Yet when it was you turn you decided to listen to lies of other, you decide to hate me when you were hurt, you choose distance which was easier, you did not reach out like me, you never gave me chance to explain myself or fix a flaw, i guess my friendship wasn't worth at all.

Not worth enough for you to be brave like me and face me ask me wheather i said thing's all those liars claimed i said, you instead believed word's of others and blamed me for crimes i didn't commit and words never spoken.

If you think I did wrong I am willing to admit that I had some flaws but was I really as bad of a person as others made me in your eyes or was this story and lie more convenient to continue your life?

To not feel guilt, to separate easily, to believe every bad thing said by others of me, did you know me just this much to trust whatever someone say's yes I am human with flaw yes I am someone who has their shadows and dark yet i have a light in me i am human after all.

There is pain not only of losing you with all the good times we had but also of the anger and pain of you never giving me a chance to explain to fix a friendship I've so much cherished.

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Even if a star fell every night, I would still make the same wish — knowing it will never be fulfilled. The sky is godless, yet hope — the root of sorrow — is the only thing due to which life continues to exits.

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Wandering Ghosts of Love.

Love is of many kinds.

It is that stupid puppy-eyed feeling in high school,

where we dream of marriage, kids, and a life of adulthood.

It becomes silly for many when we grow up —

it may seem cringe to the adult versions of me and you,

but it was still love,

the kind that dreamed in the eyes of innocence.

Teenage love speaks in the language of fairy tales —

a charming prince,

a hero seen on a TV screen,

too perfect, too flawless.

The beauty of it leaves a real heartache.

As for the adult,

it becomes a constant push and pull,

a boundary between sanity and insanity.

A truth well hidden,

yet shown proudly to some —

sometimes messy, sometimes kind.

That’s what love is for most humans.

But what about my kind?

For I have grown with the idea of love as a sin.

I needed to be the perfect, flawless career machine.

Running too far from my own heart was exhausting after all.

The world of poets and novels gave me the gift of pain —

something eternal,

something so beautiful, yet broken.

How do I accept a reality

where love has become a joke,

a sense of amusement —

when all I can give

is an eternity of grace and loyalty?

Vows of staying with your ghost even in death.

Vows of loving so much

that it’s engraved in my very soul.

Tell me — what happens to the person

who carries this kind of love?

My dear,

we are meant to be wandering ghosts in shadow.

This night of stars that sparkles

is for those who go out —

not for those behind closed doors,

reading with a lamp and a book in hand.

Fate has no fault.

It is you that is broken —

souls like you,

born with love so ancient and unbroken,

meant to wander and drift

like boats in the ocean.

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Why do you speak of pain like it's a really close friend?

Why do you speak of pain like it's the only thing you've known, since the beginning of life to the point you have lived?

Why do you speak of pain so fondly, like a mother would about her child, or a child would about their favourite toy?

Why do you paint pain with the most beautiful colours? After all, a tragedy is still a tragedy. What's so special about the ruins that make you want to write them like holy scriptures wrapped in divinity?

What's so beautiful about something that is already a scar, or a reminder of a once gruesome war? No matter against who you fought — the world or yourself — in the end, hurt will be in your name.

Does pain make me feel alive, or is it the only thing I know? Whatever it may be, all I know is that whenever I pick up a pen and hold it to paper, the ink bleeds. Words are written in a language that's familiar to my soul.

The ink spills like the emotions surging, and all I know is I feel most alive when I am writing. So I write whatever I can — and maybe what I need to write is something I can never express in words. Then maybe, writing about it is enough.

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I feel alive only when I am reading. You see whenever I relate to a character i live through them. For children like me who had parents but still felt the heavy weight of their absence & the only warmth was of the fire caused by your parents anger them fighting eachother after getting drunk. A smart child with zero friends is doomed to the curse to forever experience life through fantasy, imagination. I want to write so madly that the character should come alive the world shall dance in the mind of reader but most of all i want readers to live through the characters eyes, to experience the pain and sadness as if it's their own to embrace the sweet tragidies of life through a character because they couldn't do it alone.

I was always alone but I am in love & will never forget the character through which I lived. Many had happy endings since I never liked a story that end's on a sad note yet as I grew i found peace & acceptance in those endings. Nostalgia is what I feel when I get hurt with a character & pride, power what fills my heart when the character overcomes their fear, situation or takes a brave decision no matter how small it is, with them i feel like I am finding myself, what I am is the pieces of all the stories I have read and the character i have lived.

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The most bitter and poisonous thing that tastes sweet is love and people drink it until they realise too late its consequences.

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I'll hand over my life in love but that's still such a small thing for me I can hand over my death, my entire soul. If I am in love rest assured that even after death my soul will chase your shadow until the end of eternity.

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I am the earth and you are the rain with your arrival I transform into the most beautiful version of myself.

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Poets often enjoy the company of different emotions. Like love or pain or sorrow buried in their veins. The things they write becomes a mirror for souls born across different generations separated by timelines but united by experience of life.

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How do you explain an ache when everything around you is not falling apart but inside it's as if you have gone cold, gloomy has seeped into your bones and now your soul only knows how to be sad and your face is a constant mask of smile of a ghost of your past self.

What is this sadness, is it ancient or just a past i haven't healed from? From this life or this pain runs deeper into the souls that have lived for centuries alone? Who am I?

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The strength was always there — you just needed to learn how to stop doubting yourself. Because where there is failure, there is also success. Life is one coin with two sides.

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Self love

To some wounded souls self love is a selfish emotion where others get hurt to some with attitude it's the thing they put themselves above and others below.

But for a soul who has healed, self is choosing yourself when no one does, self love is treating yourself right first because no one is gonna do it, self love is knowing God put your soul in charge of a body which is made from your mother's flesh and blood and it's a duty to take care of yourself, self is a healthy boundary you create around people who do not match your vibes or who hurt you intentionally or unintentionally it doesn't matter wheather you treat people right or not it matters that you know how people should not treat you. Because that's where the journey of balance and self love starts.

To love we need both heart and mind. Heart to share all the love we have mind to decide whome to give that love and how much of the love you should give someone, often foolish people take their heart leave their mind on this journey of love forgetting that a heart is storage of love while mind is what makes sure to not let it become empty.

Mind is what makes sure you don't exhaust your love without receiving your fair share of love in return but also something that tells you to share that love with someone who needs it but is never able to repay it. Self love starts with mind and heart both without the mind heart will be broken feeling like it's a punishment and without the heart a logical mind will not be able to understand how the feeling of feelings, feels like.

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