Synopsis: Yoongi loves the world of music. He falls even harder when he finds that entire world within you, his muse.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader // soulmate au
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: just a little short story i screamed about with @itsrainingmin and later yelped with @seoulscapes // it was originally supposed to be a series but i’m more on the fence with leaving this as is… yikes
Min Yoongi is hopelessly in love with the world of music. He lives for the melodious sound, charming harmony behind each track, and wholehearted lyrics that can draw back dilapidated sentiments and memories. He spends hours on end in his life easily creating songs in the confinement of his dim bedroom, which he gladly defines as his studio. The lyrics and rhythm flows to him effortlessly, countless notebooks filled with messy scribbles of random words. The rare times he steps into the open his fingers still tap to the silent tune that echoes over and over in his mind like a record player, head bobbing to it as he tries to draw lyrics to pair with the melody. Frankly, his inspiration never runs dry.
Well, he wishes it never does.
For the past five tiresome months, his inspiration has been dwindling, motivation to create music now dissipating at the seams. Yoongi has fallen into the horrible habit of starting his musical pieces the same way he finishes them; laying in the soft of his mattress with too much thought, wrinkled papers barely stained with his musical genius scattered among the surface.
Etched in his brain throughout those five months is the same chunk of a melody that he graciously plays on his piano with forbearance, hopes of the rest of his song soaring to him high — though it never does. His friends have grown worried about him, pondering how he can stay cooped up in such a small space for so long, only time he would willfully leave is for the restroom or a quick snack.
Two things constantly run through his mind; the refrain that lies fugacious, and the silly, tiny tattoo of a bass clef gracing the side of his left ring finger. When music is not on his mind, the titivating tattoo invades his thoughts because someone, somewhere has the treble clef at the exact same spot to indicate the matching mark of soulmates.
And the sublime element of music is the only clue he has of his destined lover.
BTS reaction when their gf have a habit to putting her hands under their shirt/sleeves
Hi I got a request for you, how would they react to gf have a habit of
putting her hand up his shirt/sleeves in a non-sexual manner but as an
act of intimacy and closeness
I hope you enjoy your request! ♥
please ignore this cute fan which is 1000% right
Jin would be okay with that but only when you two are alone. He’s confident abt his look and your habit assurance him in this mind (beacause if I’m not handsome she doesn’t want to touch me, right?). But it take him some time to inure with this. Still when he starts to feeling your cold hand on his chest he can get surprised.
“Maybe I will warm up your hands and then you will back to touching your perfect boy?”
Yoongi have the most soft looking skin in Bangtan so touching him can give you two times more joy. He doesn’t mind it. He would enjoy it but secretly without telling you about that. Maybe sometimes he can tease you but not too much. Yoongi can tell you to touch his arm not a belly around others or even when you two were alone. But if he was working in studio he can tell you to stop doing this. He would love this look on your face of happines when you get to touch his skin.
“If this make you happy just go on but it tickles. You’re such a wierdo Y/N”
Fanboing. It’s what he would do when you show your habit for the first time. Touching him is a sign of affection and it makes him happy. He thinks that it’s really cute habit. When you and the boys were watching movie and -without knowing abt this- you started to reaching for his abs, he would smile and kiss your forehead thinking how lucky he is to have you.
“Y/N, you’re cute. I love you and all your strange habits”
Loving it. Enjoying even more then loving. I feel like he isn’t confident abt his look and your habit can make him more self-confident. Namjoon thought it is cute. When you can’t put up his sleeve he would help you with a smile on his face and lauging abt how desperate you look to touch him.
“Let me help you. You could'vesaid what you wanted to doo~”
Mochi can get shy when you touch his abs around boys and maybe ask you to start touching his arm or wrist. He doesn’t want to boys tease you two abt your habit. But after few times he wouldn’t mind it (but still of boys’re around better don’t do this). It can be really realxing habit of yours for him after busy schedule and tiring practice.
“You don’t even know how your touch effect on me. Like you make me realxed and healthy and give me feeling that someone really loves me”
There he is. One and only one Tae which will tease you and laugh pretending that your touch tickles him. Gets shy but not acting like this too much. If you touch him around boys, he can say something like “Look. My lovely girl can’t hold back her hands to touch me” and starts to make some fun of you with others. But the feeling of your hand on his skin~~ When he is sad or just wanted to do this- he can take your hand and put it under his shirt or sleeves.
“I think that your habit is cute. And it was too long ago when you last time touching me. Soo now you can,Y/N” - and this representative smile
Second one which can tease you. Like “I know that I’m golden maknae and every one want to touch me”. He is international playboy, you know. But it was only to blind you mind. In his head was so many minds. What should I do? Push her away? Maybe start teasing her? FUCK! NAMJOON HYUNG HELP ME!
He would act like he doesn’t see this habit but he really enjoy this and always waiting for this habit to show.
“I think that your habit is some kind of serious illness. What should I do with you, Y/N?” -smile and hug because he know you love it and doesn’t be angry at him after this.
At this point, much of the KBCW fandom is inured to the strangeness that follows Steven Universe around, but The Lion is a point of contention even for the most die-hard Ronaldo enthusiasts.
The fans who think the whole shebang is symbolism and commentary on society are, predictably, divided. Some of them think that The Lion following Steven around is meant to be a subtle nod to the true power behind KBCW’s production; some think he’s just meant to highlight the absurdity of life in a postmodern America, with a bit of LGBT positivity thrown in. Because, you know, pink. The interview fans immediately latched onto the notion that Steven managed to get his housecat to sit still long enough to attach a custom-made mocap suit to him; photoshops of a community member’s Bombay named Prospero flooded the fandom, replacing The Lion in every screenshot they could find.
According to the vocal minority that believes that there’s never been a special effect in a KBCW work more complex than a star wipe, local animal control hangs up the phone halfway through the name “Universe.”
BTS reaction to them pranking their girlfriend (like what types of pranks they would pull on her) thanks!
Jin: Brandishing your phone under his nose, you would back Jin into a corner of the kitchen, ignoring his startled protests. “Yah, jagiya, what-” Your annoyed voice cut him off. “What is it? What’d you change the password to?” His artfully innocent expression would make you snort, snatching back the phone and turning it on. A smiling Jin blowing a kiss filled the lock screen, and as much as you loved your idiot boyfriend, you hadn’t been the one to put that picture there. Your password hadn’t worked, and numerous guesses - even with Namjoon’s help - hadn’t been able to find the right one. “Usually you don’t leave your picture at the scene of the crime, Seokjin. Now what did you change the password to?” Your tone would make him gulp (dramatically), but his growing grin was anything but nervous. You’d have just enough time to have a sinking sensation in your stomach before the smiling boy burst into a laugh, barely able to get the words out. “Couldn’t you guess jagiya? It’s Seokwin!”
Suga: His eyebrow would rise in a vaguely interested gesture when you flew into his room, looking up curiously from his laptop, but his bland expression wouldn’t fool you. The towel wrapped tightly around your body, hair still soaking wet, you would gesture with the bar of soap in your hand. “You did this, didn’t you!? You stole my clear nail polish and put it on this!” For the last five minutes you’d been attempting to wash with the soap, and absolutely nothing had happened until you’d taken a closer look at the bar and realized what was going on. His head would tilt as a slow, unrepentant smirk traveled across his mouth, eyes skipping from your towel to your face. “I told you I’d get you back for pranking me.”
You’d throw the soap at his head. “That was six months ago!” His low laughter would follow you out the door and back to the bathroom, and your nail polish would be returned the next day, apology not included.
J-Hope: “Waah, jagiya, I almost had a heart attack!” Clutching dramatically at his chest, eyes wide and earnest, almost unable to get the words out through his laughter, J-Hope would beam down at where you’re sprawled on the floor, your chair tipped over beside you, the sound of the air horn still a ringing echo in your ears, heart beating hard against your ribs. You’d gone to sit down when you’d suddenly been assaulted by a blaring hooooonk, loud enough that you’d fallen straight out of the chair in your attempt to jump away. Scowling, staring at the air horn strapped to the bottom of your seat and very quick to understand what had happened, you would snap, “You almost had a heart attack? I think I just died from shock.” If anything, his smile would become wider, and you’d know exactly what he was going to say as he helped you from the floor, seconds before he said it. “Ah, jagiya, I think you did die. After all, I’m your hope, I’m your angel!”
Rap Monster: A soft sigh would come from beside you, and you’d glance curiously at the boy who sat on the bed as you wrote at your desk. “What, Namjoon?” you’d ask, and he’d shrug with what seemed to be excessive casualness, running his fingers over his lips. “Just thinking about a person’s ability to become so inured in habit that that which is outside the habitual acts totally escapes their notice.” It would be your turn to sigh - the paper you're writing has pretty much used up your brain power - and seeing your confusion, Namjoon would elaborate. “Take your desk, for example. You sit there every day, and keep your items in vaguely the same spots, right?” You would nod in agreement, glancing at the area in question. Pens and pencils, check. Sheets of paper, check. Reference book, check. Everything you’d need, well within reach. His face would have taken on a wounded expression when you looked back at him. “Well I can’t help but wonder, jagiya, how - how - you haven’t noticed that I’ve been moving everything around every day for the past week!” Oops.
Jimin: Walking through the house, you’d pick up the next card, a bright blue sheet that said ‘Your gift will be everything you’ve ever dreamed of.’ You’d come home to find a neon green piece of paper just inside the front door that said, in Jimin’s unique writing, ‘Find all seven cards to receive your gift.’ The next few minutes would be you searching through the house, finding cards in various locations, all of them hinting at some awesome, incredible gift. Your mind would fly all over the place, trying to imagine what your boyfriend had got you, growing more and more excited as you found five, then six, then all seven of the cards. They weren't exactly well hidden, at all. Grabbing your cell, you’d text Jimin, “Found all seven. Now what?” and a few seconds later you’d receive a reply. “Look in the upstairs closet.” Ah, what could it be? That new camera you wanted? Tickets to the concert you’d mentioned going to see? Keys to a car!!? (Okay, maybe not that.) Bounding up the stairs, you would fling open the closet door… and stare at the shyly smiling boy inside, a bow placed carefully on his head.
Your wide eyes would pass from the boy standing frozen mid-step in the middle of the hallway outside your bedroom to the cups of water absolutely surrounding him, an earnest look of innocence on his face. He’d obviously been making his painstaking way through the hall, judging by numerous knocked over cups and spilled water, and you’d finally find your voice. “Tae… what is this?” His head would duck, foot thudding down… and knocking over another cup. As the liquid puddled around his bare feet, he’d smile his cutest smile. ”Jiminie-hyung put all of these cups outside your door and I was just clearing them away.” Given that none of the cups had actually been cleared, just knocked over, your eyes would narrow suspiciously. After a moment, wordlessly, sheepishly, he would point. Near your door, somewhat hidden by the amount of Styrofoam, his phone was sitting on the ground. “You were trying to get that back?” Tae would shift, red but still smiling, accidentally kicking one of the already spilled containers, and a chain reaction of teetering cups would be closely followed by your laughter.
Jungkook: The look of confusion on the foreigner’s face would be your first hint, and the sudden, befuddled laugh your second. Your last hint would be Jungkook’s quiet snicker, coming from behind you, and a blush would come creeping up your face. Fighting the heat of embarrassment, you’d throw out a quick, “So sorry!” - one of the few phrases you do know in the language you’re trying to learn - and then whip around to face your boyfriend. In a low undertone you would hiss, “That doesn’t actually mean where’s the nearest restaurant, does it?” You almost wouldn’t need to bother asking, given how smug he’d look, and resisting the urge to smack him you’d demand, “Then what does it mean?” Shaking with amusement, his smile would become positively impish as he said, “Ah jagiya, you’re very cute when you’re embarrassed.” Raising up a hand before you can kill him, he’d add, still grinning, “What I taught you means ‘I’m too short to reach the top shelf.’”
**Yay, another fun reaction! Thank you for requesting this, it was really amusing trying to think up some pranks that the boys could pull. Honestly, I think a few of them could definitely have shared their pranks (and Jimin totally helped Tae set out the water cups, then bailed when the phone needed to be retrieved). I hope you enjoy reading these reactions as much as I enjoyed writing them!**
Today I was hit with the saddening realization that most tumblr famous people are REGs (esp if the definition includes antis). wlws? REG. lesbianrey? REG. thebootydiaries? Uncertain but I've blocked her over dva age discourse in ships so there's that. snakegay? WORST REG OF ALL. I could go on, AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON NOTABLE FANDOM ARTISTS. And then I remembered, like... Oh, right. Tumblr, the REG site. Which is for REGs. Of course. No wonder it's such a hellhole.
This is something I noticed quite a while ago. A few years back, I kept wondering how on earth you had a situation where thousands of unrelated teenagers would suddenly start parroting the same thing (in this case, the question concerned them all of a sudden parroting anti-BDSM, anti-kink rhetoric at me that read the same as the shit I used to see in the tracts of 1970s radfems). Then I started seeing very popular posts – we’re talking tens of thousands of reblogs – that were basically laying the foundation for the reader equating BDSM with ‘dirty, degrading sex that harms women.’
The chain worked thusly: make dogwhistle-laden post that sounds like a very good sexual safety PSA at first blush –> see it go viral –> earn a ton of followers that way –> make other similar posts, earning a reputation as someone that others can take their Discourse Points from –> gradually (or not so gradually) inure your followers to more and more blatantly radfem ideas –> rinse and repeat.
‘Anti’ nonsense got its start and its traction in the exact same way as above. That’s why all the people you list became popular on Tumblr in the first place – they knew the right things to say and how to say them, how to make them go viral and how to draw in a following that way. As for notable fandom artists, my guess is that it’s two-fold: some genuinely believe all sorts of anti ideas, others might just be going through the motions and ‘saying the correct things’, to keep from getting dogpiled, harassed, suicide-baited, doxxed, etc (most of these sorts of vicious targeted harassment campaigns have been aimed at fanartists, with some fan-fic writers here and there as well).
I have my moments when, for example, I feel a stab of deep anger when I see a post by a vicious anti or an aphobe or some other variant of REG cross my dash with a very large number of notes, even if it’s just innocuous fandom shit, because that’s how they gain more followers, some of whom will start believing the genuinely harmful bullshit they also post. But then I remind myself that I can’tthink for others, I can’t keep others from doing something if they don’t even want to listen. If the people you listed become popular, that’s an accurate enough reflection of too much of the userbase on here and what it sees as ‘decent activism.’
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs, — no
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
Than small white single poppies, — I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,
I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist, — with moonlight so.
Like him who day by day unto his draught
Of delicate poison adds him one drop more
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink — and live — what has destroyed some men.
Summary: Katara never thought she’d take shelter from the Water Tribe in
the Fire Nation. Zuko never thought he’d build a life with someone he is only
supposed to be seeing for fun. And neither one knows just how close their
countries are to self-destruction.
[For Zutara month, Day 8, “Spice”]
Katara prided herself on her swimming skills, but the
eelhound certainly would give her a run for her money, even including
waterbending. It’s a shame they’re
cold-blooded, she thought as her ride zipped across the open water toward
the heart of the Fire Nation. Dad would
love to speed through the ocean like this!
She clung with her knees, the way she remembered doing
as a girl when she was still small enough to ride the penguins. Everything from
her waist down was below the water line, but the ocean was so warm here, it
would have been enjoyable even if she weren’t inured to the cold. By and by,
she sneaked a glance at the Blue Spirit, as he apparently preferred to be
called. His attention was fixed on guiding the eelhound, though one hand still
lay steady on her waist. They were definitely making good time, but there was
no reason for her not to help out a bit.
Bringing her hands out to the sides, she made a
scooping motion and plunged them into the water. Every few
seconds, she repeated the gesture on either side of her.
A stifled laugh vibrated from the Blue Spirit’s chest.
Katara couldn’t blame him; it must look like she was trying to dog paddle her
way to the main island.
“Having fun?” he asked.
She splashed him affectionately. “Someone has to.”
A/N: Well, Negan killed me in this episode. Of course I had to change some things due to my last chapter and I changed some parts (mainly the ending) of my last chapter so you might wanna go reread it before this. In the meantime enjoy…
4/5 for the cosplay sequence, with Naomi dressed up as The Best Girl. It’s a controversial standpoint for sure, but as someone coming from FF7 with about as much knowledge as the next pop culture inured zombie, how can you not love a gal who has a fist-shaped answer to most problems?
Fifht and final pic to come once I finish it within the day, and that ain’t no april fool B)
Chapters: 1/1 Wordcount: 15,217 Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Mild Violence Relationships: Xanlow (Xander/Laslow), various background relationships Characters: Xander, Laslow, Odin, various other members of the Nohrian royalty with cameos by Ryoma and Saizo Additional
Tags: Mild Canon Divergence, Grief, Revelations Route, Near Future, Post-Canon, Character Study
Summary: Xander does not realize the depths of his feelings for Laslow until it is too late.
Six years ago, November, Mount Sinai Hospital, Chicago.
Kylo woke up to a world of pain. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, his face felt like it had been split in half, and there was this horrible, throbbing, tearing pain in his abdomen. Something was very wrong with his right hip and leg, and his left arm felt… off. His back felt like it was made of concrete and sharp spikes, and just breathing hurt so much he felt like crying. Managing to open his eyes slightly, he had to immediately shut them again – the bright fluorescent lights above him too sharp for his eyes to stand. A gasp escaped him as he moved slightly, causing a new pain – this time as a cold wave – to run through his body, knocking the breath right out of him.
30 day writing challenge, day 8: Poem about electricity.
I saw the lightning strike and prayed:
“O god - for you are surely a god -
infuse inspire infill inure me.
Make lightning run in my veins
in place of blood. Purge me
of everything not you. Make me crackle
at the slightest touch. Set me ablaze.
Fire me, as minds take fire, as clay,
when fired, becomes hard and unchanging.
I want to have flame in every finger,
branching out like a candelabrum.
Come to me,” I said, “burn me out,
fill my shell with nothing but the blaze.”
So I spoke, praying, and flung my arms
open wide. And the lightning missed me.
I had forgotten what fiction was to me as a boy, forgotten what it was like in the library: fiction was an escape from the intolerable, a doorway into impossibly hospitable worlds where things had rules and could be understood; stories had been a way of learning about life without experiencing it, or perhaps of experiencing it as an eighteenth-century poisoner dealt with poisons, taking them in tiny doses, such that the poisoner could cope with ingesting things that would kill someone who was not inured to them. Sometimes fiction is a way of coping with the poison of the world in a way that lets us survive it.
And I remembered. I would not be the person I am without the authors who made me what I am—the special ones, the wise ones, sometimes just the ones who got there first.
It’s not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It’s the most important thing there is.
FROM NEIL GAIMAN’S NEWBERY ACCEPTANCE SPEECH (Also in The View from the Cheap Seats)
Plot: The (S, M, T boys) reactions of you accidentally hurting yourself while pregnant.
He wouldn’t show too much worry in the beginning and just bandage you up. He would be slightly worried if the baby was affected in any way.
He wouldn’t be angry at you for somehow hurting yourself. He would feel bad for not making sure that you wouldn’t end up hurting yourself or the baby. He’d try and find a way to heal you faster.
He’d laugh and try to lick the blood that seeped from your wound. He’s also try and swear you were trying to kill yourself to prove you loved him or something.
Laito: “It’s my job to kill her to prove the incredible love that makes butterflies in my stomach! Love you Y/N *winks*”
He would scoff and laugh at you for being an idiot because you managed to hurt yourself by accident. He would only show some care as he bandaged the wound for you and constantly ask if the baby would be ok.
He would yell at you for being a “stupid fool” and proceed to call you out on possibly inuring the baby as well. He would later feel bad for yelling and kiss your wound to try and make it better. He might even offer you some candy.
Kanato: “Like hell I would! Y/N can get her own! … maybe one piece….”
(Anime reference intended….)
He’d have a fit and probably smash a wall. We wouldn’t be so verbal to you as far as saying you were dumb, but he would be gentle with you and worry if you hurt the baby as well.
Call you dumb livestock and would be quick you bandage you. His words would be hurtful but his body language showed he cared.
He would be angry at you for being careless. He would just hope the baby was alright.
He would be worried for the baby but still make sure you were at least okay. He would be passive aggressive about the situation.
He would probably be the one who caused the cut. Although he wouldn’t worry as much for the wound, he would still at least try to wrap at least a bandage around it.
He wouldn’t care. Only thing he would be worried for would be for the babies health.
No worry at all. He’d believe you were tough enough to not be too affected by the wound. Closest to a reaction would be to laugh and remind you you were a careless baka.