#bt excerpt

[burning-thistles-bt]

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[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

[text id: but darling, i destroy everything i love. / like my favourite cup that i held a little too tightly because i was afraid that it would fall and break into pieces. / it shattered in my hands.]

[jennyandvastraflint]

Trespassers 4: Last Stand dropped!!! I can't wait to listen to it later today 😍

[tetheredindust]

Act I, Chapter 15, "Tethered in Dust"

Namjoon sank his teeth into Vincent's neck—biting hard, bruising deep. Vincent wasn't a canvas. He was the altar. And Namjoon worshiped like a man with nothing left to lose.

🌿 read more here [Tethered in Dust]

[thesexydevils]

The Game of Quiet Storms

Prologue Excerpt

Psychological Thriller | Dark Polyandry | Obsession | Survival

The snowstorm outside raged, a swirling tempest of white that swallowed the world. But the real storm was inside me — a heavy, aching silence that hurt far more. The wind howled against the windows, loud and wild, but it couldn’t drown out the one sound I couldn’t escape. “Jungkook…” It wasn’t a prayer. It wasn’t nostalgia. It was a wound — deep, raw, and festering. He was an intruder in my life. From the moment he joined the company, he began stripping away everything I held dear: my job, my family, my city. This isn’t a love story. This is survival.

Pairings: Y/N x Jungkook | Y/N x Taehyung | Y/N x Jimin | Y/N x Seokjin | Y/N x Hoseok | Y/N x Yoongi | Y/N x Namjoon BTS x Y/N

⚠️ Content Warnings (for entire story):

Dark themes · Obsession · Manipulation · Stalking · Gaslighting · Assault · Psychological abuse · Power imbalance · Trauma/PTSD · Emotional distress · Yandere This is not a romance.

📝 Author’s Note:

Hi everyone — it’s been a while since I’ve posted here. The last few months have been hectic professionally, and I also lost a family member, which wasn’t easy.

But I want to get back into writing, and this time I won’t be posting the full story here on Tumblr. The Game of Quiet Storms will be more than 25 chapters, and will be published on AO3 and Wattpad. Once the first post goes live, I’ll share the links here. I’ll also use Tumblr for previews and updates.

⚠️ This story contains mature, explicit, and potentially disturbing content. Themes include possession, manipulation, non-consensual behavior, murder, and psychological trauma. Please read carefully.

This story is fictional and explores themes in dark romance and psychological thrillers. All characters and events are made up and do not represent real people or their actions. This includes any real-life personalities mentioned; for example, BTS and its members are not shown as they are in real life, and I do not intend to harm or misrepresent them. I do not support or glorify any harmful behaviors or situations shown in the story. Reader discretion is advised.

[bts-trans]

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(T/N: The photos show excerpts from In Praise of Love by Alain Badiou.)

Picture Translations:

"As we all know, love must only be reinvented." -A Season In Hell: Ravings I, Arthur Rimbaud

If so, can the concepts of free will and liberalism related to love be coalesced into one?

Effectively, I think that both the concept of 'free will' and that of 'liberalism' reaches towards the idea that love is nothing more than a fruitless danger. On one hand, you have the married couple that has somewhat prepared to continue on in a relationship that is sweetened with consumption (conjugalité) and on the other hand, we can reasonably conclude that there are sexual relationships, whilst not consuming passion, are filled with pleasure and joy. In the world of today, love is ensnared within this net and under this oppression and it is precisely why I think that it is being threatened. Of course there are many other things that serve to do this, but primarily I think that it falls upon philosophy to protect it from this threat. As the poet Arthur Rimbaud pointed out, another condition for this is that love must be reinvented. This is also extremely different from simply adopting a defensive manner in order to preserve something. Truthfully, the world is full of new things; similarly, love must also be an object that innovates. Against safety and comfort, risks and adventures must invent themselves again too.

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Soothes the suffering

Trans cr; Eisha & Aditi Typeset cr; XPXOXD @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[ninichii-xcix]

“No matter how badly he hurt and scarred me, he is — and always will be — my better half. My soulmate. I loved him then when I was young and hopeful and quite naive, and I will continue to love him until the end of my days when I’m old and slow and wise enough to know better.”

[myork]

Unlike most friends She never spoke to again, the table was loyal. It’s polish glistened with every tear it had absorbed, every tremor of Her hands that shook as the white sticks they held changed, but the signs on them didn’t. It never whispered to Her friends the status of Her womb or the trials it took to still stay empty and unchanging. No, it stayed quiet and let her lie to them and say she just wasn’t ready yet. But above it all it was observant. It saw her fingers stretch open at her side when he brushed past her to check on the dinner. It saw him come a midge closer to her on the railing of their balcony, how the how the distance between their shoulders was one conversation apart but it was a house too quiet, and when breaths are the only audible thing left, the air that gets exhaled starts telling the sky a tale anyway. A tale as any where he was not who She wanted so he gave up trying anyway. How he knows there’s a beat in Her heart that is set to a tune that lost Him at 19. How every conversation he had with Her that wasn’t about Him was still about Him. Perhaps the distance is mapped in that conversation, the answer to all they want is right between their shoulders and She remembers thinking how she felt at 23, not too far from 19, still stuck where She could feel His breath before He left Her. And then She supposes it’s not his fault for meeting her at 23 and a half, a half She told Herself was significantly farther from 19. Nobody told her maturity takes your youth as a bargain, but sometimes, if you’re especially unlucky, youth takes a part of you with it.

And so the table watched them stand apart, with their fingers cold and outstretched on the railing, feeling what She felt first at 19 and now at 32, the ache just below her right breastbone that nothing has changed and yet time, time still has lots to say.

[thingsiwhispertopaper]

“We began like a fire. There was nothing slow or controlled about us. On Sunday, we didn’t know each other. Monday, we met and suddenly colors look different and I wear a ring on my finger that he gave me while down on one knee. Everything has been fast, a hurry to catch up and make up for all the time we’ve spent not knowing each other. We’re the fire that consumes.”

[burning-thistles-bt]

chapter 170 update!

it is roughly halfway completed!!! no guarantees how soon it'll be finished though ;P

here's a little excerpt:

The world around [him] began to twist and wave, his vision fading. His paws seemed to lose the ground, and he was falling. Still, he stared up at her with a smile, and whispered, “You’re always as pretty as I remember, every time.”

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language.

[text id: i want to be something else (just not me), / the bed of a pond, perhaps. / away. away. away. so far away.]

[persunah]

When his eyes settled on Jimin’s petite form in the surging dark Hanbok, Jungkook believed. In Selene. In the Goddess who cursed. In divinity. In the very thing, he’d disregarded all his life – the existence of Gods and Goddesses, of higher beings, of fairies and angels, and all the beautiful mythical creatures. He realized they may as well exist, for the young boy in front of him embodied the type of beauty Jungkook had only read in legends.

To Tame an Inferno, To Fall for Divinity by Persana

[tetheredindust]

Excerpt from Act I, Chapter 12 - Tethered in Dust

"you were incredible out there," Namjoon started, then stopped. The right word felt cheap.

so he softened. "It wasn't the harp, it was you."

Vincent scoffed, eyes still fixed on the ripples.

"You don't know what you're talking about"

"I think i do," Namjoon said.

"you weren't just performing. you were bleeding"

🌿read more on wattpad: [Tethered in Dust]

#wattpadwriters #slowburnromance #queerwestern #writingexcerpt

[litwitt]

Hate You

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated.

I yearn to develop that hatred

For breach of a trust, so sacred.

My heart melts like the snow

After the things I've come to know.

The things that you did,

Bloody secrets that you hid.

You ask, "What you mean?"

Infidelity is a sin, I ween.

It's not the act that hurt

But the aftermath and dearth.

Is it something that I lack?

Or something that was slack?

Didn't I tie the knots too tight?

Was it too much to fend for my feelings after every fight?

If you were not the one to stay,

If it was so easy for a staunch lover to go astray,

Then why did you promise a faux prophecy

And dare to display that pomp hypocrisy?

Your words, that were once whispers of a nymph so sweet

Now, sound like blasphemy straight out of serpent, a cheat.

I watch you beg

I watch you plead

And yet again, I take that lead.

I know what's next to come

Same old promises

And words of affirmation, some.

Same old tears that you'll shed

Until we'll take this to bed.

After all, it's not the first blotch that our book beholds,

Unfortunately, your loyalty is the first thing that unfolds.

It's a ritual that I understand too well

But here, my thoughts profoundly dwell

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated;

Why can't I hate you like the villain that you always were?

Loving you still is the only way it doesn't hurt.

[bts-trans]

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I loved the edge The periphery of those edges is bruised

Do not use difficult times as an excuse to self-indulge, nor blame it on yourself There are sores on my tongue every time I see exultation with a serious face when both sides are dark

Seeds do not only grow to become a tree You cannot ruin your life because of a purpose

Poetry - the moment of ignition, or the moment of emergency But do not say that that is transcendence or liberation

Think about it, your sufferings cannot make one leaf greener

Being an artist is similar to being a beginner driver for the rest of your life It goes off track without any rest, but it comes back every time

The feelings of everyday life go from danger to stability But in art, it is the opposite

You cannot retrieve your own corpse And that could be the root of one's sadness

(T/N: An excerpt from Yi Seongbok’s 'Your Pain Won’t Make the Leaves Turn Green'.)

Trans cr; Annie, Eisha & Ali @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[megarywrites]

snippets from November: 4/30

The Silent Shore — Part II: Split - Ch14 "In Broad Daylight"

Solera’s shadow glided through the colorful gloom, drawing my thoughts back to the present. I sat up, propping my elbows up on one of the stairs below me, as she slouched onto the step by my knees, kicking her feet up against the wall, the skirt of her kapta pooling across my lap. She leaned her head back against the wall behind her, sighing heavily as her eyes slipped closed.  The radiant yet hazy hues embraced her silhouette, shining in her curls, gleaming across her the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheek, the soft ridges of her lips. She really was quite pretty… She lifted her head and I looked quickly away. Down at my hands as I began to pick at one of my nails.  “Do you want me to move?” she asked.  I didn’t look up at her, lest she somehow became able to read my thoughts. “No, I don’t mind,” I said, clearing my throat.