#bring out the heartbreak!! the rage!! but also the sweet pining

[universal-kitty]

Late night moment I'm having again. May as well post this b4 bed-

Self-ship is very strange coming from someone who does this for personal comfort- as pretty much everyone does- but not in the same way as the majority tend to.

I think I'm coming to the bigger realization that this shipping is much more precious to some people than how I interact with it. We do all the same things, mind you: we collect/make merch, we love the character, have folders dedicated to the character, draw them a lot...or all the time, make ships, create self-inserts, find new merch..... They're just very baked into our lives. Right down to living in our heads rent free.

(And then I- personally- learned about plurality, and that fundamentally changed some things. Some of my F/Os are legitimately in my head, and they help ensure I can function.)

Anyways. But then we get to the finer details of shipping, and "my type" falls to the wayside.

Where people seek to write what they wish their reality to be, I don't...always do that. I seek the story. The honesty. While I will bend my F/Os from their canon personalities- a sort of "asking forgiveness" to do so- in order to make some of these stories happen, they are largely (more often than not) still accurate to source. Which means we might fight. It might mean someone does something hurtful, and has to make up for the damage left behind. I may even still keep a villain well and truly villainous, and let my SI react how they will. (Do they turn the other cheek; stay blind to the truth of the matter? Are they unhelpful with these events, but know of them, and still kiss their lover on the cheek? Maybe... Just maybe-? They even help.)

That tends to read as enabling behavior. Something "bad" to do. Why would anyone write about these things?

...Well, because it's not always about who I am, at any given time. I do not have to be a "simple" person, who lives a boring, struggling life. I can write about "mes" who do incredible things. Dangerous things. And may continue to do so.

It's not because I would personally want to see these things happen. It may be layered in catharsis for painful events, but most of all... It's a story.

I write it to be thrilling. To be shocking. To fill the world with love and tenderness, but also show how those roses have thorns, and you can't catch a blade bare handed without risking cuts. Without risking some near-permanent damage to yourself.

Sometimes, yes, I will write a story that reflects my world. My status. I want to talk marriage with someone who hasn't considered it before. Being comforted by someone who means a lot to me, and who's words would soothe my soul, even if just for a little while. A life full of struggles, but that can end up in domestic bliss, despite everything thrown at them.

But I do also want to write stories where someone's left alone that night, and cries in grief. I want- and will- write about a man who was hardly prepared for kids, but especially not the one he ended up with. (Reference to lore I already have going...!) Stories where no one is really happy at the end, but maybe they're resigned to see it all through; until things DO get better. And sometimes... A couple is a duo who dances while the world burns around and behind them. Fully in love while their rampage eats up the world around them...

All very valid things to explore. I just realize sometimes I'm the person who wants to write my own novels, rather than write what I wish my life was like, right this moment.

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@eternalera / @eternalwritess : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Gojo Satoru

How you met -> Jujutsu High, of course. Given Gojo’s upbringing and training, he didn’t really have much of a chance to interact with peers around his age on a regular basis, didn’t have much of a chance to actually forge strong bonds with anyone. Maybe you entered Jujutsu High the same year as him, maybe you were a year below him and therefore classmates with Nanami and Haibara. Either way, it’s not like there are many students - the two of you frequently crossed paths on campus, worked on training drills together, and even went on a few missions as partners. The very first time you two met wasn’t anything exciting; introduced to each other by Yaga before he sends you off to practice sparring.

Confession -> The pining went on for ages before one of you did something about it. Gojo developed a crush on you at some point during your years as students, but he refused to admit it to himself. He kept telling himself that a romantic relationship with him, given the expectations on his shoulders and the life of a jujutsu sorcerer in general, was destined to end in heartbreak. But Gojo can only deny his feelings for so long. The closer the two of you got, the more you saw of him, witnessing his highs and lows, the harder it was for him to keep pretending like he didn’t have feelings for you. He confessed first, while the two of you were walking home from a mission together that hadn’t been particularly difficult. It was sudden, but it felt right.

First date -> The first date happens not long after he confesses, and it was simple, in a good way. It wasn’t anything super extravagant, an outing to a café you both have been wanting to try so you can get your coffee fix and he can indulge his sweet tooth. Gojo certainly has the means and the mindset to plan the most lavish of dates, going all out because money is no issue and he has some pretty romantic ideas up in that head of his, but for the first date it was something more casual. Something relaxed, lowkey, and calm - a date that wouldn’t put too much pressure on either of you as you begin to explore this new dynamic between you two.

What others think of your relationship -> Geto wasn’t around when you and Gojo finally got together, but he knew about his friend’s raging crush on you. He definitely told Gojo to just stop messing around and ask you out, even though Gojo kept denying that he saw you that way. Shoko doesn’t have any strong opinions on you two being together, though she’s happy that you have each other. You have a sweet relationship, but she can’t help but feel that it could be really tough on you emotionally in the long run. Megumi might roll his eyes when you two get all sappy and cheesy, but he actually thinks you bring out the best in each other. Even if you two do gang up on him and pester him.

Relationship tropes -> Friends to lovers, mutual pining, high school sweethearts, idiots in love, partners in crime, possibly workplace romance (jujutsu high teachers).

-> [ Gojo will easily pull out that more energetic, chaotic side of you. ] You match his energy very well while also providing just a bit of needed balance so he doesn’t go too wild or become too obnoxious. But really, his playfulness is just so infectious and it’s hard not to indulge in it with him. Sure, will he ultimately land the two of you into a bit of trouble? Yes, but you went right along with it, so you have no choice but to share the blame. This is less the case as the two of you got older, but it was a frequent issue when you two were still in school together.

-> [ Though he tends to be prone to acting on his emotions, he has become very level-headed over the years. ] Gojo can be dispassionately logical when it matters, mostly in the middle of a battle where he actually needs to be mindful of his sheer offensive capabilities. But it can benefit him in his relationship with you, as well. It allows him to keep a realistic, mature attitude when you lose your temper, whether you start to lash out at everyone and everything or lean into apathy without a care for yourself. He will give you any space you need to process your emotions, but will check in on you here and there. And if you cross the line with your anger, he has no qualms about calmly letting you know.

-> [ The two of you are high achievers. ] Both of you are naturally quick learners, being able to understand and figure things out without much effort at all. Thankfully, though, both of you are able to recognize this strength and still put the effort into mastering skills or broadening your knowledge despite how easily things come to you. Then again, neither of you are completely infallible, and there are skills or concepts that you can’t seem to figure out. Chances are that you’re each going to push and encourage the other when one of you comes up on a roadblock like that.

-> [ If you’ve got time, he’d love it if you could help train Megumi since your cursed technique is similar to the younger boy’s. ] It’s a powerful and versatile cursed technique, and Gojo couldn’t think of a better mentor for this kid. It’s clear that you have a good handle on your technique and you’re able to figure out creative ways to use it when needed. You’re laid back, as well as able to be straightforward and offer constructive criticism without being too harsh - it helps that Megumi is a diligent and serious student anyway. You probably don’t envy Megumi having to train and get used to several shikigami, though; you’re content with your ever-capable Risako.

-> [ Gojo doesn’t get much sleep most nights; the two of you definitely share some late nights together. ] There are definitely a few nights where you each do your own thing; with Gojo working on his lesson and meeting plans, and you focusing on enjoying your free time and personal projects. It’s a nice, relaxed way to spend the evenings with each other. But there are quite a few nights where you two really indulge in each other’s company, catching up if you haven’t seen each other in a while, putting on a show or movie you’ve seen before in the background that you two are only half paying attention to.

-> [ Quality time is ultimately a priority for both of you. ] It’s obvious that Gojo is very busy with his work as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and a teacher who’s training the next generation of sorcerers; you knew even before you started dating that time together would be precious. He is well aware how important quality time is to you, and he values this time with you just as much. Genuinely does not care if you monopolize his free time - he’d rather spend it with you than listlessly wander around or scroll on his phone. He doesn’t have a ton of hobbies in his own time, but he’s happy to do almost anything if it’s by your side.

-> [ You not liking physical touch is just fine with him, even if he has his moments where he’s very touchy-feely. ] He’s kind of ambivalent on physical affection as a whole, honestly. On the one hand, he does enjoy it quite a bit - on the other, he has his Limitless cursed technique active most of the time which hinders him from indulging in constant physical affection. The occasional hug or cuddle session is perfectly fine with him. Definitely quick to pick up on the fact that you enjoy heat pats, and he’ll lovingly ruffle your hair whenever you two pass each other during the day.

-> [ Baking dates! ] Although you may or may not end up kicking him out of the kitchen, depending if he gets on your nerves or not. Gojo can be an absolute nuisance, pestering you as you try to get proper measurements or get something properly mixed up. He’s just antsy for the final product, honestly. You can get a bit of reprieve if you’re able to get him started on another task, but it’s not long before he’s done and back at your side. Even if he elicits frequent eye-rolls out of you, baking with him can absolutely be fun - so long as you don’t mind a bit of mess. And if you make something that is too sweet for your tastes, you can leave it to Gojo.

-> [ Gojo gives your affectionate insults right back to you. ] His ego is big enough as it is and he frankly does not care much about what others think of him (though it’s always nice to be appreciated, you know?). But in other words - he’s not going to be offended in the slightest when you lovingly call him an idiot and his ideas stupid. The teasing affection in your tone is clear, and you bet he’s absolutely going to tease you back. He knows you don’t mean your insults, and he doesn’t hold any maliciousness when he teases you in return.

[justatiredgremlin]

evermore opinions!!!! this is my first listen and i love it all. definitely think no body no crime and majorie are my favourites rn but they’re all brilliant

willow - i love that we’re starting strong (let’s be honest though i wasn’t gonna think anything else). i do love the positive fun up beat (but like soft) to start off with though. sets a tone. the line “i come back stronger like a 90’s trend” makes me smile. also i feel like taylor might have spent a lot of her time in lockdown (when she’s not writing songs) watching true crime documentaries (the music video is adorable and i love the echoing of cardigan, especially in that first bit)

champagne problems - okay this is really pretty and so sad. i like the low note in ‘problems’ cause it almost sounds like a voice crack. there’s so much guilt and yet freedom.

gold rush - i’m listening on the way to work and this makes me want to get on a bus that i don’t know where it’s going and just go round the route forever. so far my favourite but i know i said that about six times with folklore

‘tis the damn season - i like this (well duh izzie), the focus on the season and the longing for a warmth and escape that you don’t care about the longevity of, or that you do care but know it can’t last. the “babe for the weekend” links back to Blank Space but with such a different tone. there’s an element of giving in to the heartbreak before the romance has even started

tolerate it - oh this is sad. this is lonely. i’m emoting. this is joining Tied Together With A Smile and this is me trying on my sad taylor makes me cry playlist

no body, no crime - THATS THE SAME START AS SHOULD HAVE SAID NO!!! i love this from the first note. this is the first true bop and if i weren’t socially anxious on a bus i would be dancing. there’s the proper country vibes and i adore it when taylor brings out the twang in her voice. okay new favourite. cat said i would like this and i do. i really do. i have a playlist called feral cowgirls and this is going straight on it

happiness - oh this is a misleading title. this isn’t happiness, this is rage. soft and gentle and powerful. wow. taylor my love you’re talent with lyrics and storytelling is incredible.

dorothea - it’s gay again! i know betty wasn’t gay but it is and this has the same vibes. it’s sweet though. pining energy. the yearning just makes it gayer

coney island - taylor writes good break up songs. it’s tragic and inevitable and everything has happened and there’s no return but you’re full of regrets.

ivy - i wanna twirl. this is pretty. i don’t have much to say but i’m really enjoying it. gay lil secret romance

cowboy like me - sad cowboys time. this is a hal song. it’s hella pretty and soft and i wanna lay on my bed and listen to it on repeat with my headphones at their top volume

long story short - “when i dropped my sword i threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door” this is cute and fun. i love letters to past selves. mainly cause i scold past mes a lot

marjorie - this is the one about her grandma right? that pairs with epiphany that was about her grandpa? this makes me wanna cry. but in a different way to tolerate it. in a hug your loved ones close way. it makes me think of my nana.

closure - this definitely an sister of folklore. i’m wondering if the letter is one of the songs on that album

evermore - it’s the title track! soft. nostalgic. gentle. i’m vibing gently. the tone changes when bon iver comes in and it feels like it’s a different song

[harryimaginestuff]

Dreams Part 2

A speedy update! This is part 2 of dreams, I hope you enjoy!

Also I changed the POV kind of so it’s now ‘you’ rather than ‘her/she’. Sorry for the inconsistency between part 1 and 2. 

Word count:  2110

Genre: Angst

     Harry lounges on the sofa of his friend, who was kind enough to let him crash for a while, that is, after a long and tiresome berating of why Harry was a ‘immature, selfish idiot who doesn’t know happiness even if it were to slap you in the face’.

    With the break-up happening only a week ago, he could honestly say that he was doing fine, granted that after y/n slammed the door in his face that day, he sobbed into his phone to his mother, who also proceeded to give him shit for his actions. But after a week of hearing why he was making a mistake from practically everyone he knew; he was completely sick and tired of being given these lessons repeatedly.

    ‘This was what I wanted’ he would tell them in a sulk, annoyed that all these people thought they could lecture him on something that’s his.

Or was his.

    But that was no longer the point, because he was content with his decision, deciding after a week that this breakup was good for the both of them, whether or not it was only on his terms.

    He couldn’t lie though, there were countless of times where he would catch himself clicking on the photos app and scrolling mindlessly through the hundreds of images he had of the both of you. In fact, two days after his departure, after he stalked your social media filled with images of the two of you, he found himself writing you a birthday greeting. After all, he thought, after knowing you for so many years, the least he could do was wish you a happy 24thbirthday, even if you didn’t want to hear it from him.

    However, a reply never came, not soon after he sent it, not as the evening approached, and definitely not now, a few days later.

    Your negligence to reply clearly stated that this was permanent, and this moment was also when he realised that it would definitely be permanent for him too. So, he found himself once again scrolling through his phone, only this time it was to erase all the memories he had once shared with you. Out of sight out of mind, he figured.

    “Mitch!” he shouted, grabbing the attention of his new roommate.

    “Yes Harry?” Mitch replied, plonking himself besides his friend.

    “Let’s go out tonight, it’ll be like old times.” Harry gasped, a sudden idea coming to his mind, “you could like wingman me or something, I would do the same for you, but you’ve got Sarah now.”

    Harry watched as his best mate rubbed his forehead, an attempt to rid himself of the frown that took over his features. “Is that really a good idea Harry?” Mitch huffed, trying to work out if there was something wrong with the boy, that sat in front of him. “It’s only been a week.”

    “Yeah, well m’feeling fine, really good actually, so I’d like to go out.” A smile gracing his face at the concern of his friend.

    “Okay Harry, whatever you want I guess.” He stood up, dusting himself, but just before he left the room, he turned his gaze towards his friend, “and just so you know, it wasn’t you who I was concerned about.”

    That night, Harry found his lips on another, much to Mitch’s dismay. However, Harry concluded as he lay in the spare from of his friend, that the freedom he received lived nowhere near his expectations. It was too tedious and dispassionate.

   This led him to concluding that it was his age, maybe now that he was 25 random hook-ups in a club were no longer his thing, or maybe it was the girl’s fault for the shitty kiss, or maybe it was his, maybe because he was so out of practice that he no longer had the game he once did years ago.

    As the excuses filled his head, he managed to avoid one, ironically it was the only true one. That deep within his chest unbeknownst to him, there was a small dull ache that would soon explode from within, propelling him into a sadness and guilt that was beyond his imagination.

//

    The only thing that could be heard was the rhythmic ticking of the clock that was slowly driving y/n mad. You had been sat at your desk at work for what seemed like hours trying to get the work that was sent to you done before the end of the day.

    Over the past week you had been doing everything in your power to stay distracted, whether it was working out, going to work, or mindlessly walking through the city. Although the fix was only temporary because when you returned from your work out, work or walk, you would always find yourself crying softly into your pillow at night, willing that the soft piece of furniture would somehow transform itself into the man you love.

Unsurprisingly, it never did.

    Mitch had come the day before to pick up the rest of Harry’s things and y/n tried to remain nonchalant about the situation, but your curiosity got the best of you.

    “How’s he doing?” You found yourself asking just before Mitch walked out of the front door.

    “Honestly?” y/n nodded in response. “Good, I think. At least if he isn’t good he’s hiding it well. He made me go ou-” Mitch cut himself off, wary about his accidental confession.

    “He’s been going out already?” Surprise was clear in your voice. “Did he-has he, you know.” Whatever the answer was she definitely didn’t want to hear it.

    “No, he didn’t.” He struggled over whether it was his place to say, as on one hand, Harry was his best friend, but on the other, he had this broken woman in front of him who deserved to know the truth. So, he finally settled on yes, it was his place. “He kissed someone.” Mitch swore that he could’ve burst into tears in that moment as he watched your face dropped, and your skin pale.

“Oh, right. Thanks for telling me I guess.”

    “I’m so sorry y/n. You don’t deserve this heartbreak right now, or ever really. I just want to let you know, that even though I was Harry’s friend before, if you ever need someone to talk to I’ll be there.”

    “Thanks Mitch.” Your tone was blunt, unlike the knife that had twisted its way into your chest.

And just like that, your heart had shattered in your chest once again.

    You sniffled softly at your desk, breathing deeply in an attempt to rid yourself from the tears that were brewing. You couldn’t be weak anymore, it was clear as day that Harry was dead set on his decision, and that the happy birthday message he had sent you was simply out of courtesy from sharing almost 4 birthdays with you. Although you couldn’t lie; you had wished that he followed his message with something else that showed he regretted what he did. But there was nothing, so you never replied.

    “Hey y/n! Did you want to go to lunch?” the sound of your co-worker pulled you out of your thoughts. James had always had a small crush on you, pining after you in the shadows, offering himself as a friend during the time you had spent working. He was sweet and kind and constantly doing the right thing.

    “Well I was going to take it in 15, but I guess I could come now.” You smiled, grabbing your bag and following him to the breakroom.

    You had always enjoyed his company, platonically that it, because he was always so genuine, and although he wasn’t discreet about his crush as you had caught him staring at you on multiple occasions, he was always respectful to the relationship you had with Harry and was even respectful now, despite knowing of your recent split.

    “There’s this bar that keeps getting recommended to me something… Wales.” He spoke as you both dug into your lunches.

    “Oh! The Prince of Wales,” he nodded, “I know it, I love it there.” In fact, you and Harry loved it there, it was where you spent your first year anniversary, both of you rejecting the idea of a fancy dinner, and was where you both celebrated each of your birthdays every year, after deeming it a special place in your hearts.

    James smiled at this, his heart fluttering at the opportunity. “We should go then, sometime after work next week.”

    You smiled lightly in return, hesitantly replying, “Um, yeah sure. I guess. I love to bring my friends there.”

“Great, it’s a date.”

    ‘No, it’s not really’ you thought, but grinned softly instead, unwilling to correct your kind friend.

//

    Another week had passed, and Harry had never felt so shit in his life. Guilt consumed him, and still was, squeezing itself into his mind any way that it could.

    Mitch had returned from picking up the rest of Harry’s belongings the other day, where he then proceeded to dump his things on the bed where Harry lay.

    “She’s miserable.” Mitch suddenly said, bitterness overtaking his features. “I don’t care whether or not you were going to ask but I thought you should at least know about the repercussions of your actions.”

    Mitch’s words had been playing over and over in Harry’s head over the last few days, doing nothing but feeding the guilt and sadness that had hidden itself previously. But Harry was starving, and the only thing that would satisfy him was you.

    He couldn’t believe what he had done, first he broke it off with the woman he was sure he would spend his life with, and second, not even a week later he kissed someone else. He was sick to his stomach, ill with guilt, and it was all his fault.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

    He wanted to see your face. He needed to. But his previous idiotic behaviour had led him to carelessly remove any trace of you he had on his phone. Which is why he resorted to stalking you on social media, desperate to find evidence that you were in love because the heartbreak he felt wasn’t enough.

But there was nothing there.

    Only pictures of you on your own and other bits and bobs that you felt was necessary to show the world. It seemed like there was everything but him.

You had deleted the evidence as well it seemed.

“Shit!” He screamed and in his rage kicked the boxes of his things that came from yours. “Stupid box.” He grunted, emptying its contents and destroying anything he could lay his hands on.

As his anger subsided and the sadness returned, tears pricked his eyes blinding him, as he sobbed at the image in front of him.

Once again he was careless and stupid and selfish because in his hands was the last physical image of you and him, sitting in a bar on your first anniversary, but there was a ragged tear coincidently right down the middle, ripping you and him apart.

“No no no no no no no.” he repeated, crying loudly as he pieced the image back together This could have been the both of you now. Right in this moment, but he had decided that he had other dreams he wanted to follow.

    He found himself running desperately to Mitch who was startled at the sight of his friend. “I ripped it.” He mumbled, showing the broken picture to his friend.

    “Um, what?” Mitch questioned, confused and concerned about the state of him.

    “Look I ripped it!” Harry said more aggressively this time. “I did this, I ripped it, I broke it. And look, as if a cruel joke from the universe, it ripped right down the middle, and now they’re two separate pictures. One of me and one of her. I did this, I ripped it. I tore it apart.”

    Mitch’s mouth was hung open, as he listened to the crazy ramble. “Harry, calm down. C’mon we can fix it, I’ve got tape in the kitchen.”

    Mitch tried to reach for Harry’s arm, but he wasn’t having any of it. “No.” Harry shouted, causing Mitch’s arm to recoil in defence. “You don’t get it. I fucked it up, I lost her because I was an immature, selfish idiot like you said.”

    “Okay, I shouldn’t have called yo-” he was cut off as Harry suddenly spun around and bolted for the door, the picture leaving his hands and falling to the floor.

     “Shit, he’s gone mad.” Mitch mumbled, pulling out his phone and dialling your number.

But you never answered.

//

I hope you enjoyed this! There’s going to be a part 3 because I couldn't fit everything I wanted to put in this post so that should be coming soonish

[mirohaura]

lyrics.

min yoongi was relentless, full of determination and perseverance, a person of whom one might compare to a soldier. he didn’t just do what he loved, he pursued it. he thrived on it. when the world was cruel to him, throwing him out like a dirty bastard in the shadows of day, he would resort to the only thing that mattered to him: music. he would write, and the sores in his wretched hands showed it. he would sit for hours and days as his emotions poured out through pen, scratching ruthlessly onto rough paper, which would become dementing and vivid with words of such heavy expression and meaning. nothing was bright or forgiving in his compositions of what some might call madness...

but what jimin called art.

-

purely one-sided. that’s all this mess of emotion and feeling will ever be. sure, it’s been almost two years, but it’ll only get longer. the days will drag on as the weeks, months, and even years will. the never-ending cycle of misery continues. it’ll always be just sweet glances of admiration from afar while he pays no attention, and there’s no need for him to. park jimin knows he can never have min yoongi. how could he? they were coworkers, acquaintances, sometimes even friends. nothing more. everyone in the group knew this. smile for the camera! wow, aren’t they all such good friends? no. no one would think this was how they really were. there was always a hidden, almost unnoticeable barrier between all of them. the turmoil of the group was easily repressed under the glimmering smiles of each of the members. jimin, however, was awfully desperate for yoongi, and the danger of this desire might be the end of him and his well-being, and he knows it. damn min yoongi for standing out like that! damn him for ruining any chance of a peaceful career! it continued like this. after all, it’s almost been two years. not that he was counting, of course.

jimin would often find himself staring at the rapper during times that he probably shouldn’t have. the world tours were long and exhausting, and yoongi would always have a convenient spot anywhere he could find one for a rest, curling up his small (but still larger than jimin’s) figure and placing his arms between his thighs. jimin had an admiration for that habit. it didn’t even mean anything, just a muscle memory that yoongi had registered over time, but jimin was in love with it. he loved the intense glare of passion that burned in yoongi’s eyes when he was rapping, that look that made everyone aware that he was doing what he loved, and there was absolutely no stopping or slowing him down. jimin loved yoongi’s rare attempt at a genuine smile, and by god, his laugh... anytime yoongi laughed there was always a tint and a shine in the younger’s cheeks.

most importantly, though, jimin loved yoongi’s voice, especially when using such an instrument to address an unworthy soul like himself. he would fall for his hyung all over again whenever he was called.

“jimin.”

the careless boy was now tracing circles around his paper coffee cup, lost in his masterpiece’s eyes (unnoticed, of course).

“ah, jimin.”

hoseok sighed.

“jimin.”

jimin quickly turned to face the voice calling him and turned a dark rose. hoseok grinned and shook his head.

“you’d think it couldn’t be anymore obvious.”

yoongi was sat peacefully across the studio, humming a soft melody and lost in musical and perfect thoughts of his own, a paradise comparable to no other in his sharp and heated mind. he never had time for such tomfoolery as that of love. a waste of time, through all meanings of the phrase! he would remain in solitude, for this was where he was at his peak, and even so, to reside in the clutches of such a powerful emotion would definitely bring about a heartbreak. you’d be a menace to think that a heartbreak is something that yoongi needs! if he honestly had to choose, however...

the blonde watched mindlessly as his bandmates were chattering off about something related to choreography, and somehow, in some way, he noticed his dreary eyes fall to jimin. he caught himself and returned to work, but he always wondered why he did that. it wasn’t as if he was trying to, it had just become a habit of some sort, not to mention that the boy was also easy on the eyes. there really wasn’t a firm explanation; yoongi just liked looking at jimin. it was as if he was a reservoir for his clashing head. from time to time when yoongi’s eyes fell to jimin, both of their eyes would meet. jimin, however, would dash his head away in what seemed to be embarrassment. he’s just clumsy, the boy would think to himself. it probably has nothing to do with you.

they were impossible; how is it that such an odd pair would come to be? one of them completely oblivious and the other pining but lacking the courage to act. yes, indeed they were impossible, yet this very fact is what made them so perfect.

jimin bounced over to yoongi, which forced the elder to snap out of a heavy daze.

“are you writing, hyung?” jimin had a sparkle in his pearly eyes that was indescribable, even with yoongi’s experience as a writer.

“i dunno,” he mumbled in response, lacking the sufficient motivation to do so properly. jimin tilted his head.

“you don’t know if you’re writing or not?” yoongi looked up at him, and jimin returned the glance with a bright smile.

“ah, sorry hyung, i’ll let you be!” jimin started off to the door, until yoongi took ahold of his petite fingertips with a small, almost imperceivable,

“jimin-ah please wait-“

jimin turned and felt his ears burn at the sound of his soft, deep voice. it meant nothing, it wasn’t as if yoongi needed him or anything, but he felt with his entire being that he was finally noticed by the one person in his life of whom he thought truly mattered.

yoongi, having not really thought about the words leaving his mouth, swallowed and loosened his grip on jimin’s hand, though not completely letting go, muttering softly under his breath,

“maybe you could give me some ideas or something...”

he didn’t even need to see it; yoongi could feel jimin’s smile radiate from his effervescent being. the younger gave a quick hum and sat next to his hyung.

they worked well through the night, sharing ideas and jotting patterns of notes and chords that reflected their emotions as they poured their hearts out indiscreetly, worrying not about what the other would think, but how the end result would come to be. stories of hardships, instabilities, love, rage, and passion filtered into their creation and through the air of the studio, but there was one thing that was reluctant to occur.

min yoongi never let go of park jimin’s hand.

[sawyer-nw]

MUSE AS A DEITY.

RULES: think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or oc) within their story. fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters—just a few, or all of them. please repost, so the dash isn’t clogged with reblogs.

GOD OF: A god of perception and emotion. He sharpens the eyes and ears you have on the inside, bringing you better into tune with the world around you, helping you sense what you might otherwise miss. He helps you feel more intensely. Call on him when you want to become more closely in touch with a person, place, or situation. Or when you feel lost and need help finding a sign, or when life has made you numb and cold and you need help allowing it to touch you again. When you feel rage or despair or terror rising inside you and you’re afraid of being swept away in it, call on him and he will help you bring yourself back into balance. If you are consumed with guilt, cry out for him, and he will make sure you know that you are not evil after all, and help you forgive yourself. He is a god of love--not just romantic love, but the love shared between friends, and especially family. The deep connection that grows between hearts is the most precious thing in the world to him. He is a god of fostering relationships between people.

He is a god of protection. When someone stands up for another, offering all of their love and courage and support unselfishly, he is there. He offers security against the forces of darkness. Protective talismans that invoke him are especially powerful. Children call on him to guard them against nightmares.

ASSOCIATED WITH: Love, trust, balance, forgiveness. Standing between a hungry evil and those you’ve sworn to protect. A light in the darkness, whether it be one that illuminates or simply one that gives you hope. Wrapping your arms around someone you love and holding them close. A deeper understanding of what’s around you. SACRED PLANTS: Pines, for their strength and constancy. Birches, for their adaptability and tenacity, and the quiet little magic they have about them. Roses, long given as gifts out of love, the flower of happy endings. SACRED STONES/GEMS: Quartzes, especially clear/white quartz or rose quartz. Those are stones that help create connections. Also smoky quartz and other dark stones, such as hematite or obsidian. Stones that help create a sense of security SACRED ANIMALS: He has an affinity for creatures with sharp senses, like the keen eyes of hawks and owls.  COLORS: deep red, blue, and brown. Silvery white FOOD: Anything shared between close friends and family. If, when sitting down at a good meal with people you care for, you feel especially warm and happy and like everything is right with the world, he is with you.

In his characteristic strange dichotomy between his mature and childlike ways, some of his favorite offerings include coffee and sweets, especially chocolate. He also likes pancakes.

SCENTS: Any scent that drifts by and brings with it a return of your fond or even bittersweet memories might come from him. ACCEPTED OFFERINGS/WAYS TO HONOR: His sacred spaces are not in temples, but rather among those who cherish each other. Leave simple offerings, nothing extravagant. If it’s an offering that has strong memories attached, all the better. Burn candles--little lights in the darkness are something that warms his heart. It’s always okay to cry before him. Goodness knows he weeps too, for all the heartbreak in the world. A talisman made in his name and given to another person will ensure he watches over them. A personal sacrifice made for the sake of another earns his deepest respect, and he is always ready to offer help to those with a sincere desire to understand others more. He kindles empathy in those who reach out to him--but they must be prepared to let their hearts be opened that much.

TAGGED BY: @sixfingersixtails

TAGGING: all the people i would tag here have already been tagged by others!