#composition of the century

[kithtaehyung]

🎶 Composition of the Century (The Collab Masterlist!) 🎶

Hello, everyone! Welcome to the concert hall.

Take your seats and silence your phones, we have the genius Min Yoongi himself to celebrate on his thirtieth birthday!

Isi (@raplinesmoon), Ryen (@kithtaehyung) and Mars (@joheunsaram) are stoked to announce the masterlist for our second BTS 30 for 30 collab. For this collaboration, we have gathered 30 fantastic writers to showcase 30 musical pieces celebrating Yoongi's brilliant mind during his birth month.

🎼 All details/ratings of the upcoming lineup are under the cut. These fics are slated to go on tour by March 15th, so get ready to be moved (and don’t forget to come back and give them a listen!)

by the time i've figured out what it's worth (m) by @ugh-yoongi ⤷ Guitar 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 est. relationship, marriage au | angst, smut

🎼 You used to find comfort in it—listening to those old songs, an aural timeline of your and Yoongi’s relationship. The shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. All those songs aren’t so comforting anymore, when you’d do anything to keep him and Yoongi’s got one foot out the door.

🎧 Listen Here!

The Eternal Prince (13+) by @phenomenalgirl9 ⤷ Accordion 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 fantasy, reincarnation au | action

🎼 Everyone heard of the Prince who got cursed to be a beast for being too proud of his beauty, ever heard of the Prince who got cursed to have a frozen heart because he was cold? But, only one thing can thaw the ice in his heart, love. And only one person can give it to him, Y/n, will he be able to save her this time round? This time round, will his heart thaw?

🎧 Listen Here!

Seductress In Satin (M) by @daimyosjeon ⤷ Songwriting 🤍 Songwriter!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 est. relationship au | smut

🎼 Yoongi has been ignoring you for a couple of weeks now because of his work. Finally, it's time to step up your game.

Pull On My Heart Strings (13+) by @cutest-bunny-writings ⤷ Harp 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 angst, fluff

🎼 You've been waiting for this show for so long. To see award winning harpist Min Yoongi perform live, in a front row seat! What could possibly go wrong?

🎧 Listen Here!

Please Linger (M) by @matchy6812 ⤷ Synrix 🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 fantasy au | humor, smut

🎼 After terrorizing the villagers with one too many pranks, you’ve been locked away in The Tower to atone for your petty crimes. As far as you know, The Tower is impenetrable. Nobody can get in, and nobody can get out. It seems you’ll never escape—until one night, a man named Yoongi barges in…

🎧 Listen Here!

Floating Chapels (17+) by @persephonesorchid ⤷ Chimes 🤍 Yoongi x Reader 🎶 regency au, strangers to lovers | angst, fluff

🎼 You open a music school for underprivileged youth and since the beginning, you've had an anonymous doner: they provide your students with instruments and general funding. One day, Duke Min presents himself and a grand offer for you and your students.

The Departure (M) by @sugalaritae ⤷ Double Bass 🤍 Classical Musician!Yoongi x Classical Musician!Jungkook 🎶 rivals to lovers, exes to lovers, romance | angst, light fluff, smut

🎼 It's been 5 years since Jungkook's seen Yoongi play live. 5 years since he was in the same room as Yoongi. 5 long years and so much has changed. Now, on the evening of what looks like Yoongi's last concert, Jungkook watches from the audience. Every finger movement reminds him of what it felt like to be touched. Every bow movement pulls out an old memory tucked away reminding him how intoxicating it was to play with Yoongi and oh! how he aches for a chance once again. Except he's ruined everything, and nothing will ever be the way it was. Especially Yoongi.

🎧 Listen Here! 

unrequited love (& other clichés) (m) by @hot-soop ⤷ Cello 🤍 Cellist!Yoongi x Violinist!Reader(f) 🎶 non idol au, friends with benefits | angst, smut

🎼 Namjoon thinks it’s almost funny how both of you were dumped a year apart to the day. (It’s not.) While you’re partial to ignoring your problems, Namjoon likes to analyse. He cries a lot. Has an existential crisis. Starts talking about how suffering breeds creativity. Quotes a bunch of arseholes like Huxley and Lennon, and apparently the validation from a few long dead greats is all he needs to get the ball rolling. So sure, you’ll go along with it - because he’s your friend and you’re feeling numb to everything anyway. Namjoon needs a way to process his pain. But when his community orchestra project takes off and becomes something bigger than either of you expected, you think maybe the distraction is something of a blessing - especially when it brings Min Yoongi, someone you knew from before, someone who’s going through a heartbreak of his own.

all that we wouldn’t say (m) by @effortandmore ⤷ Producer 🤍 Yoongi x Namjoon 🎶 canon-divergent (post-disbandment), exes to lovers | angst, smut

🎼 If Yoongi told someone that letting go of BTS and Namjoon at the same time was hard, it would be a gross understatement. It was, in fact, the worst year or so of his life, but he’s managed to somehow move on. He’s had time, therapy, and lots of friends, family, and work to distract him. Things are good now—the best they’ve ever been, maybe. But Yoongi knows better than anyone that good things don’t always last, and that point is proven when Namjoon shows back up in his life out of nowhere with an album that needs producing and questions Yoongi doesn’t have the answers to.

harder, better, faster, stronger (m) by @the-boy-meets-evil ⤷ Synth 🤍 Synth Player!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 non-idol au | fluff, smut, probably not angst

🎼 Yoongi had it all. He was part of one of the most famous musical acts on the world. Sold out shows, endless opportunities to collaborate, everything he'd wanted. And he had a great personal life free from all that since so few people knew what he actually looked like. Enter you, the new person he's head over heels for. Only one problem - you have no idea he's part of the group and don't seem particularly fond of them. Will he tell you what he actually does for a living or chicken out after hearing another of your rants?

moonlight sonata (m) by @sugarwithtea ⤷ Piano 🤍 Pianist!Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 enemies to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 Passion is a fickle thing. It is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. Min Yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. But what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? He returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. But, you are there. The bane of his existence. You hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. And you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. What happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?

🎧 Teaser!

가연 (Ga-yeon) (m) by @raplinesmoon ⤷ Bassoon 🤍 Restaurant Owner!Yoongi x Nurse!Reader 🎶 fake dating au | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 Your younger sister is getting married at the end of the summer, and while everyone else in your family rejoices, you’re stuck without a date and picking up extra shifts, your previous failures coming back to haunt you. The only comfort you can find is in the tiny hole-in-the-wall Korean place that seems to stay open all night, and its handsome owner Yoongi. But what happens when your circumstances force you to rope Yoongi into a crazy plan? Will the lines between you begin to blur, or will the events of the summer bring some much needed clarity to your otherwise murky life?

A Love Supreme (M) by @gimmethatagustd ⤷ Saxophone 🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Author!Reader 🎶 cruise ship au, strangers to lovers | light angst, fluff, humor, smut

🎼 After your most recently published novel miserably flops, shipping yourself off to sea on a three-week cruise without reliable internet or cell phone service sounds like a great way to run from your problems (and your editor). You don’t expect to find the cure for writer’s block at the cruise ship’s jazz club in the form of an uptight saxophone player.

Dissonance (M) by @sailoryooons ⤷ Clarinet 🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Musician!Reader 🎶 enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers | a little angst, smut

🎼 You have worked endlessly for everything in your life. Your scholarship, your high standing at Juilliard, and most certainly trying to afford an apartment in New York while chasing your dreams in the legendary halls of musical geniuses. And then there’s Min Yoongi, who works hard at nothing, who doesn’t care to study, and who shows up late to everything. After three years of dealing with him, you are determined to take first chair from him during your final semester at Juilliard. Even if it kills you.

Standing Right Here (M) by @sweetestofchaos ⤷ Keyboard 🤍 Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader 🎶 college au, friends to lovers | angst, fluff, light smut

🎼 As the youngest son of the Min family, Yoongi is forced to follow in his father's footsteps to help take care of the family business. Yoongi goes about his college life with his head down, keeping to himself but one encounter outside with a classmate changes Yoongi's view about his life. When Yoongi's father catches wind, Yoongi is giving an ultimatum that will change his life forever. Will he make the right call or be left standing alone?

🎧 Listen Here!

Insatiable (M) by @mincursedarokster ⤷ Janggu Drum 🤍 Actor!Yoongi x Actor!Jimin 🎶 romantic comedy, rivals to lovers | fluff, some smut

🎼 When Yoongi loses his top spot in a recent poll to Jimin, the last thing he expect was to find himself on set with the younger male and having to take him under his mentorship as they work together in period piece where Jimin is the vocalist to Yoongi's Janggu playing. Whilst everyone around him see’s Jimin as the perfect little angel, a doting mentee, Yoongi knows differently. Can Yoongi keep his sanity and his composure on set dealing with the insatiable appetite of the devilish angel?

Hexed (T) by @minisugakoobies ⤷ Oboe 🤍 Witch!Yoongi x Vampire!Seokjin 🎶 supernatural, enemies to lovers, witch au | fluff, humor

🎼 Ancient vampire Jin really has it all - fame, fortune, and undying good looks. His immortal life is perfect... or it would be, if it weren't for that annoying(ly handsome) witch Yoongi and his unearthly desire to make Jin's world an unliving hell.

The Song of Us (PG) by @seokra 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 contemporary romance | fluff

🎼 What was supposed to be a simple cafe date, turns into a night of adventure in a world of music you’ve never experienced before.

Gold (M) by @yoongimingyu ⤷ Vocals (Singing) 🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f) 🎶 est. relationship | fluff, smut

🎼 One thing your boyfriend isn’t shy about is his musical talent. He puts words together in a way that completely convinces you that that’s how they were supposed to be all along – strung next to each other just like that. The fact that he knows it too… It's pretty hot, honestly. You know he enjoys getting to show off a little – sit you down, share what he’s been working on and watch you light up with pride. All of this only makes it especially intriguing when he gets suddenly bashful about his most recent songwriting development.

🎧 Listen Here! 

A Change of Rhythm (PG) by @min-yumniverse ⤷ Trumbone 🤍 Yoongi x Musician!Reader 🎶 contemporary romance, hurt/comfort, comedy | slight angst, fluff

🎼 Music doesn’t feel as powerful as it once has. The notes on the keyboard feel boring, and uninteresting. The guitar and drums feel likewise. Each day feels like it’s littered with laziness and unamusement. Which means; it’s time for a change of rhythm.

🎧 Teaser! | 🎧 Listen Here!

all about that bass (m) by @augustbutwinter ⤷ Bass 🤍 Yoongi x Reader 🎶 band au | crack, fluff, light smut

🎼 Yoongi’s band tries to get their grumpy bassist laid. Little do they know he has a secret.

Time Out (M) by @bangtanintotheroom ⤷ Vocals (Rap) 🤍 Underground Rapper!Yoongi x Underground Rapper!Reader(f) 🎶 non-idol au, not-quite lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 What you and Yoongi had going on now was a far cry from the days when the two of you would be at each other’s throats with lyrics that cut sharp as a knife. But lately, you’ve been pulling back, busy with something that you didn’t want to divulge to Yoongi just yet. And now, he can’t help but wonder if you want to go back to those old days...

Beat of my Heart (M) by @joonminshua ⤷ Tambourine 🤍 Yoongi x Afab!Reader 🎶 college au, band au, strangers to lovers | fluff, humor, smut

🎼 'How hard can it be to play the tambourine? You just shake it around and smack it and then you have music, right?' That’s what you think until you’re holding the instrument in your hand and it sounds nothing like the way it does when Min Yoongi, your college’s musical prodigy, plays it during band practice. When he reluctantly decides to help you practice, you start to notice just how serious he is about the unassuming percussion instrument. You also start to notice just how passionate, kind, and undeniably handsome he is. Needless to say, you didn’t intend on picking up a crush alongside your new hobby.

Counting Time (M) by @mrworldwideshoulders ⤷ Xylophone 🤍 Percussionist!Yoongi x Flutist!Reader 🎶 college au, enemies to lovers (or so she thinks) | fluff, eventual smut

🎼 Min Yoongi only cares about two things. One: keeping his parents off his back. Two: finishing college on time so he can spend one last summer playing gigs with his band before he has to start working and join the rat race. Faced with losing out on his summer plans over a missing course credit or joining concert band, a guaranteed easy A, the choice is obvious. He knows how to count the beats. He just never counted on you.

Muffled Tones (21+) by @nabiolive ⤷ Drums 🤍 Drummer!Yoongi x Groupie!Reader(f) 🎶 glam rock au, strangers to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 To Yoongi, all that mattered was sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Then you came along, and although he couldn't stop thinking about you, his priorities remained the same.

dearly bereft. (nc-17) by @rkivian ⤷ Flute 🤍 Flutist!Yoongi x Duchess!Reader 🎶 forbidden romance, exes au, suggestive | angst

🎼 dearly bereft, you should be aware by now, that your words are only a product of your silly little heads - that which is also stubborn... that which puts your drivenness to perilous use. alternatively, yoongi's audacious company is to blame for your failure of ending your repetitive endeavours.

Inconvenient (M) by @v-hope-mins ⤷ French Horn 🤍 Jazz Lounge Owner!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader 🎶 marriage of convenience, friends to lovers | fluff, smut

🎼 While on a family vacation, your father delivers his ultimatum. He wishes you to be married before taking over more responsibilities in your family’s hotel chains. Either you choose someone, or he puts forward his own suitor. He admits he already has a suitor in mind - Kim Seokjin. Feeling betrayed you walk out of the lunch. Your walk leads you to an old acquaintance, Min Yoongi. The two of you get to talking, your conversation leading you to make a decision. A marriage of convenience. Yoongi obviously thinks it's a bad idea, but you convince him. However, Yoongi proves to be too good of a husband, and suddenly your growing feelings become inconvenient. How are you supposed to survive in a marriage of convenience when you're falling for your husband?

beguiling melody (m) by @ressjeon ⤷ Gayageum  🤍 Vampire!Yoongi x Seamstress!Reader 🎶 romantic suspense, strangers to lovers, historical fantasy, 1800s au, voyage au

🎼 Secretly boarding the ship in hopes of finding a better life had not been easy. Even more so when you witness something that could have put your life in danger. but the ominous yet captivating stranger sparks your curiosity when he began targeting your greatest desires - making you question if his intentions are to solely ensure that you will keep his secret.

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adagio (pg-15, nc-17) by @lveclouds ⤷ Violin 🤍 Violinist!Yoongi x Princess!Reader 🎶 forbidden love, strangers to lovers | heavy angst, fluff

🎼 In which Queen Mara’s only heir falls for a gorgeous violinist with a mysterious and shrouded past.

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Lasting Melody (R) by @joheunsaram ⤷ Conductor 🤍 Conductor!Yoongi x Violinist!Reader 🎶 exes to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 The flowers blooming always reminded you of the spring you spent in the arms of your program’s recluse. The man who was too shy to even raise his hand in class but bold enough to ask for your number. With years spent apart and your fame making it harder to build any connections, you thought about him sitting at his piano composing a melody you played when life got too hard. The same melody echoing through the empty theatre you stumbled onto to hide from the rain.

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to zanarkand (m) by @kithtaehyung ⤷ DJ 🤍 Yoongi x DJ!Reader(f) 🎶 marriage au, childhood friends to lovers | angst, fluff, smut

🎼 Your best friend has explicitly entrusted you to be in charge of all the music for his wedding. Which means you get a back row seat to watch the love of your life walk down the aisle. To the song that brought you together in the first place.

Thank you to all the participants and everyone showing love! If you would like to be tagged in any of these fics, go ahead and comment on this post so the writers that do tag readers are made aware :D (Or you can definitely drop a sweet message in their inboxes and/or check if they have a taglist form!)

Lastly, let's give a huge round of applause for these wonderful artists👏 They're working hard on these pieces for Yoongi Day, and even a little bit of support goes a long way💕

[cutest-bunny-writings]

Pull On My Heart Strings

Genre: angst, fluff, ✨ cliche romance(ish) ✨

Rating: 13+

Warning: social anxiety, self-doubt, getting disowned, much romantic cliches about falling in laps, crying, pepper spray is mentioned, a disappointing phone call,

Note: I don't remember writing a lot of this because I was loaded on meds for a severe lung infection.😅

Summary: You've been waiting to see this show for so long. To see award winning harpist Min Yoongi perform live, in a front row seat! What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 2k+ (I think?)

Pairing: harpist!Yoongi X (f.)reader

You dance around in your room as you get ready for tonight, humming the melody of your favorite song by your favorite musician. Award-winning harpist Min Yoongi. And tonight's the night you finally get to see a live solo concert of him. With front row seating!

You squeal to yourself just thinking about it, having to take makeup brush away from your eye when a delighted shiver follows.

Your best friend, Beau, is coming with you since you don't do to great by yourself in crowded areas. Let alone such a crowded place like La Plaza de Amor, a typically busy place that's bound to be busier tonight than ever.

Your phone rings, making your vanity shake with vigor on its uneven legs. It's a call from Beau and you're pretty sure you know what this is about but it's not their fault.

"Hello, Beau?" You question while trying to maneuver your heels onto your feet without dropping your phone, a skill you unfortunately didn't inherit from your mother.

"Hi, Y/N. I'm sorry but I can't go with you tonight. I'm on baby duty because Casey got called in to do emergency surgery. I think you'll be okay by yourself, but remember to take your pepper spray!" They sound so cheery but you know they're exhausted.

"I will!" You smile despite the sadness that sits in your heart. You knew that Beau was also looking forward to this as a break from parenting. And you know Casey's a surgeon but sticking your partner with no alone time and refusing to pay for a babysitter is ridiculous, borderline insane.

You stumble through your house as you try to get used to your fancy shoes, typically used to flats and athletic shoes. You do accidentally bump your hip into the kitchen counter, being more concerned about potentially having ripped your dress than with the expected deep purple bruise that is sure to develop within the next few hours.

Upon arriving at the Plaza, you suddenly felt bother over-dressed and under-dressed. Some of the attendants are dresses to let you know that they have the money to make this look like everyone else shops at crappy thrift stores. Others are dressed in modest fashions that hide "scandalous" parts of the body, taking care to not draw attention away from the lavish architecture and color of the Plaza, dressing in three colors or less.

You're starting to think that you look like a peasant compared to these people. Your dress is thrifted. Ankle length with long sleeves that end at the wrist and a cowl neckline. It's a soft midnight black silk and your shoes (also thrifted) are pure black leather with a three inch heel.

The excited energy begins to fill you once again as you start to listen to the other excited harp enthusiasts discuss, wondering what tonight's playlist shall be. Perhaps original songs or covers of songs? You bet he's going to play originals, those seem to be his favorite to perform. You love seeing him get lost in his own melodic creations.

You know the majority of Yoongi's career history as a harpist. He originally started with an orchestra but quickly rose to fame by performing solos with concerts that got his name in the headlines of every muscial journal that was still up and running.

Everyone could tell from the very start that Yoongi was meant to do great things in his musical career, but the same faith didn't exist in other aspects of his life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please find your seats within the next thirty minutes while we prepare for the concert, that would be wonderful." A voice speaks through the cleverly hidden speakers in the Plaza.

You find your seat in the front, at the perfect angle to see that beauty that is Yoongi's face. And now he has shoulder-length hair to make him look even prettier during his majestic performances.

God, you really just want to play with his hair and hands.

Okay, stop. You're here to appreciate his musical talents, not thirst over his physical features. Well...maybe both. But mostly here for the music.

You excitedly settle into your seat once you find it, ironically surrounded by very beautiful men and women. You're starting to feel like a peasant again.

"You're staring." The guy next to you speaks.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" You didn't even realize that you were staring at him. He looks like one of the men from the pictures of Yoongi and his friends.

"It's okay. I know I'm world wide handsome."

Yup, that's the only one older than Yoongi. His hyung, Kim Seokjin also known as World Wide Handsome.

So that must mean they were given front row seats by Yoongi, which you completely expected because they're his close friends.

You didn't expect a crowd of refined rich people to go nuts over a man just walking on stage. But you can see why.

Yoongi in a cloud gray three-piece of suit with a flower crown made up of sprigs of baby's breath. He's not wearing the blazer like a blazer either, it's draped over his shoulders and head in place by a sweater guard.

"Hello, and thank you for coming to my concert." He bows to the audience before going go sit on his bench behind his harp.

The fact that this man has full confidence in himself and his musical capabilities to immediately close his eyes.

The first strike of the strings gives away exactly what the song is, one that makes your eyes water with heartache for something, but you don't know what that something is.

You're kind of embarrassed when the song is over and you come to the realization that you've been crying, but only after the man next to you offers a tissue.

"Thank you." You carefully accept the tissue, taking care to not touch the man's hand.

"You're welcome."

The second song begins and Yoongi's eyes are still closed.

It's almost unbelievable when the concert comes to an end. The warm glow of the lights fade out and you hear the sounds of dress shoes walking across the stage.

When the lights come back on, Yoongi is gone and so are his friends.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you are interested, there will be a meet and greet in a few minutes."

As much as you love that idea, you really need to go to the bathroom and you don't know where the bathroom is so this might take a little bit.

Hallway after hallway and they're all starting to blur together.

Voices draw you towards what you think is the hallway with the bathrooms, which would be correct!

You finally get a chance to relieve yourself and thank God these toilets have that new quiet flush feature.

While you're washing your hands, you hear a conversation through the wall and some very distinct crying noises. Being the naturally nosy person you are, you feel the need to investigate, but you also want to console whoever is sobbing like that.

You're very surprised when it leads you to Yoongi's dressing room.

You have to carefully consider your next move. To know or to not knock. You decide on knocking.

The room goes quiet on the inside before someone opens the door. It's the man from earlier.

"Oh, it's you."

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I heard somebody's crying and got concerned along with curious. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was okay." You wrong your hands together and look at the floor.

He closes the door so you start to walk away, only getting about five feet before the door opens again and you're told to come in.

You carefully take off your shoes when you come into the room and place them next to the others, the men's dress shoes. This makes you significantly shorter and suddenly you feel more intimidated than before.

You make your way to the only open spot there is in the room, the vanity bench. It's surprisingly soft and cushiony.

Yoongi watches your every move through red and puffy eyes.

You make eye contact and he sniffles which breaks the silence.

"Do you want us to leave you two alone?" The tallest one asks.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fine." Yoongi wipes his eyes with his shirt sleeve and sniffles again.

The other six men exit, leaving you alone with your musical idol.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I know." He runs his hands through his hair when he leans forward. "I also know that you cried during the performance." He smiles to himself.

You blush and look down at the floor again.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. That means you actually care about the music. And Seokjin told me what happened." He leans back and pushes his hair back, relaxing and letting his eyes shut. "You're welcome to come sit on the couch if that bench is too uncomfortable." He pops an eye open to look at your face redden again.

You hesitantly rise from the bench and try to walk as carefully as possible over to the couch, unfortunately tripping on a loose water bottle.

You're caught by Yoongi's hands which feel much larger on your waist than you initially thought they would be.

The fall and the catch land you in Yoongi's lap and you panic.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" You try to escape but his hands hold you firmly in his lap.

Your face burns and you stare at the buttons on Yoongi's shirt instead of hands on his shoulders, making sure your entire weight isn't on him.

"You can let go. I'm probably too heavy anyway."

"But what if I don't want to let go? This is quite nice."

Yoongi didn't think you could get anymore red than you already were but you looked redder than a tomato and that caused a laugh to escape him.

"Do you still want to know why I was crying?" He pushes a strand of hair out of your face so you'll look at him.

"Yes, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I'll tell you because I want to. You don't seem like a sasaeng."

You can feel his hand moving on your back and you try your hardest not to budge.

"I got a phone call from my parents."

Everyone knows that Yoongi's relationship with his parents has been rocky since his teens when he first expressed no interest in becoming a doctor, surgeon, lawyer or politician.

"They've officially disowned me. And even thofuut I'm a grown man, that still hurts." He eyes start to water again and his voice cracks. "My name is being removed from all inheritances and assets."

You shift in your spot on Yoongi's lap and reach for his face. Carefully brushing the tears away. "It'll be okay. Do you have somewhere to live?"

"Yeah, I found a place to keep a low profile and avoid the paparazzi for the time being." His hands come up to hold your cheeks and a soft smile graces his lips. "Thanks for caring."

"I don't think I have much else to care about." You laugh.

"Oh, pretty girl has jokes, I see!"

You blush again and lightly smack Yoongi's chest.

"You know what, here." He reaches for a piece of paper of the side table and scribbles an address. "Come visit me when you can. I'll be home most of the time."

You take the piece of paper and stash it in your purse. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Sorry to tell you this right when we're relaxing, but the meet and greet is in like three minutes."

"Damn." You sadly laugh. "I guess I'll see you next time I'm free."

"I hope so."

You climb off Yoongi's lap and he ushers you out the door after checking that that coast is clear.

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

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I hope you enjoyed and I love you, my fluffies!🥰

[sweetestofchaos]

Standing Right Here Ch 1 | M.YG

Pairing: Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, Kissing, Use of Alcohol, Body Shots, Hidden Relationship, Rich Boy!Yoongi, Interracial Realationship Genre: College AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst Rating: 16+ Word Count: 2.9K Summary: One look, that’s all it took for Nashiea to get on Min Yoongi’s radar.

​a/n 1: The wonderful banner above was made by the extremally talented @outromoni​

a/n 2: Written for the Composition of the Century Collab 

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‘Cause honestly you’re so desperately trying to fit in. You don’t even know who you are. you can’t compromise when there’s nothing left inside. - you’ll find in somewhere, just not here by aristo

It was raining hard. The sky was dark with heavy clouds and Yoongi was very thankful that the college decided to cancel classes for the rest of the day. The courtyard was already starting to flood, and Yoongi made a run for it, his backpack clutched tightly to his chest as he booked it to his car. Unlocking it from a good distance away, Yoongi quickly jumped into the car and groaned as he slammed the door. He was wet, not soaked but he wasn’t damp either. It was uncomfortable and Yoongi just wanted to get home to change into a pair of sweats. If his professors were cool enough and didn’t assign any self-study, Yoongi would use the free time to make a few new beats on his laptop.

On his way home, Yoongi passes by a playground that has a stop sign at the corner. He comes to a rolling stop and looks out his window, surprised to see someone sitting in the rain. Yoongi laughs to himself and shakes his head as he nibbles on the skin of his thumb. Is that person okay? It’s a stupid thought to have. Yoongi doesn’t know the person and it’s really none of his business, but he can’t help but wonder if they are okay. Sighing, Yoongi pulls over and puts his hazers on before he gets out of his car.

“Hey!” Yoongi shouts over the rain and the person can’t hear him. “Hey, you!” Yoongi cups his hands over his mouth as he shouts, the rain drowning out his voice and body. Sucking his teeth, Yoongi jogs over to the person that is hidden away in the large grey tunnel. “Hey, you, okay?” Yoongi reaches out and taps the person on their shoulder making the person jump with a choked scream. “Sorry! Sorry, my bat!” Yoongi holds his hands up as the person pulls their headphones from their ears and stares up at him with wide eyes.

“Yoongi?”

“Nashiea?” Yoongi stares at the girl from his business class in shock. “What are you doing out in this weather?”

“Me? What about you?” Nashiea frowns and pulls Yoongi to sit in the tunnel with her, out of the rain. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I saw you from the corner and just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Yoongi pushes his wet hair from his face and wipes the rain from his eyes. “Why aren’t you inside?”

Nashiea pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around herself as she rests her chin on her knees. “I like the rain.”

Yoongi frowns as he stares at Nashiea taking in her soaked clothing. “You’re going to get sick if you stay out here like this. I can give you a ride home.”

Nashiea turns her head slightly to look at Yoongi and squints her eyes. The mint green twists in her hair fall from behind her ears and cover her face. “Five more minutes?” Nashiea’s voice is soft, vulnerable with a tone that Yoongi has never heard from her before and without a second through Yoongi finds himself agreeing to stay outside for a little while longer. The two sit in silence just staring out at the rain until Nashiea finally speaks up. “I’m thinking of switching my major. I don’t really enjoy business.”

Yoongi folds his legs like a pretzel and leans back on his hands, “What would you switch to?”

“Children’s psychology. It’s what I always wanted to do but I let my mom talk me into business…you know it’s something that will always be around.” Nashiea shrugs her shoulders and Yoongi raises an eyebrow. Nashiea laughs pitifully. “My mom doesn’t believe in psychology. She doesn’t think children have problems other than scraped knees and attitudes.”

Yoongi snorts, “You mom would get along great with mine.”

“You think?” Nashiea turns her body so that she is leaning back against the tunnel, keeping her knees close to her chest. “Did you also want to be a businessman?” Yoongi doesn’t answer and Nashiea bites her lips. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pushes himself up to a sitting position before he stands up and offers Nashiea his hand. “Come on. My car is still running.”

Over the next few weeks, Nashiea and Yoongi get closer as friends. They sit in class together and work on assignments together, usually at the library on campus, the little café that’s in between their apartments or at Nashiea’s apartment. Nashiea doesn’t really mind that she’s never been to Yoongi’s place, she’s heard the rumors on campus. Yoongi is from a very wealthy family, and he keeps his private life just that, private. Nashiea has learned a little about Yoongi, she knows that he’s the baby of his family, he likes sweets, and he has a soft spot for animals. She also found out that Yoongi loves music, and he has a pretty decent voice.

The night before class, Nashiea gets a text from Yoongi letting her know that his car is in the shop, and she will have to get a ride to school. Nashiea tells Yoongi not to worry and the two continue to talk a little past one in the morning before they decide to sleep. In the morning, Nashiea catches a ride with her friend Hoseok from the psychology department and the whole ride to school Hoseok goes on and on about his current hookup, the campus flirt Kim Taehyung. Hoseok pulls into the parking lot and Nashiea gets out of the car, slinging her backpack over her left shoulder, before she fixes her orange sundress that has small white daisies on it. The mint green twists have been replaced by her natural black hair, coiled tightly as the strands defy gravity and frame her face and ears.

“Text me and let me know if Yoongi-ah will be joining us for lunch. Taehyungie got us a table at the new café that opened.” Hoseok pulls Nashiea into a tight hug and kisses her cheek before he hurries off to the first class of the day. Nashiea rolls her eyes at her hyper friend and pulls her phone from the hidden pocket of her dress. She doesn’t see any texts from Yoongi and frowns. She hopes that he made it to school okay. Shooting Yoongi, a quick text to check on him, Nashiea makes her way to her first class and prays that she will see Yoongi before lunch.

Lunch time rolls around, and Nashiea hasn’t seen any sign of Yoongi. Walking towards the courtyard to meet up with Hoseok and Taehyung, Nashiea is surprised when she sees Yoongi sitting at the fountain laughing at something some tall guy with wide shoulders is saying. Yoongi sees Nashiea coming and he jumps to his feet, “Nashiea! Took you long enough.” Yoongi throws his arm around Nashiea’s shoulders and introduces her to the stranger. “Nashiea Wise, this is Kim Seokjin. Seokjin hyung, this is my friend, Nashiea Wise.”

Nashiea and Seokjin shake hands before Nashiea turns her attention to Yoongi. “Where were you all day?”

“I’ll tell you about it later. Come on, Hyung is gonna join us at the café.” Yoongi slides his arm from around her shoulders and grabs hold of Nashiea’s hand making heat attack her face. Yoongi has never been this open with his affection and it’s making Nashiea’s heart pound harshly in her chest. Letting Yoongi pull her along, Nashiea gets into the backseat of Seokjin’s car, and she stares out the window as he drives to the new café. Once there, Yoongi opens the door for Nashiea and helps her out of the car, placing his hand in front of the metal so that she won’t bump her head getting out.

The three of them step into the café and Seokjin points out where Hoseok and Taehyung are sitting. Hoseok sees Nashiea and waves her over before he scoots in closer to his boyfriend. Everyone exchanges greetings and Nashiea is shocked to see that Seokjin knows her friends. Yoongi sits beside her and leans in while everyone is looking over the menu.

“What are you going to get?” Yoongi asks and Nashiea glances over at him. She really stares at him, and she can see that something is different, his eyes aren’t as dark as they once were, and his face isn’t as dull. “Something on my face?” Yoongi lifts his hand to wipe at his face, but she shakes her head.

“No, you look-” Nashiea thinks of the word she wants to use and shakes her head. “You look alive.”

Yoongi’s lips stretch into a smile and Nashiea can feel her heart skip a beat, she has never seen such a pretty gummy smile from Yoongi before.

“I feel alive…for once in my life I finally feel free.” Yoongi’s eyes are bright as he speaks, and Nashiea just stares unsure of what he means. She opens her mouth to ask, but Yoongi speaks before she can. “What are you going to eat?”

“I’m a little short on funds this month, so the chicken wrap is fine with me.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “What do you want? My treat today, so pick whatever.”

“Me too, Hyung?” Taehyung begs with wide eyes and Yoongi rolls his eyes but nods his head, nonetheless.

“Yeah. Lunch is on me, go wild.”

Lunch is amazing, the food is delicious and so fresh. It easily blows the school cafés food out of the water. After lunch, everyone heads back to campus and Nashiea can feel all eyes on her as Yoongi and her walk to class hand in hand.

“Yoongi.”

“Humm?” Yoongi doesn’t notice everyone looking, honestly, he is so used to being watched that he learned to just ignore everyone.

“Can I have my hand back?”

Yoongi glances down at Nashiea’s hand and laces their fingers together, “Nope.” Yoongi tugs her closer to him and bumps her hip with his. “I want to tell you something and you can’t freak out, promise?” Nashiea nods her head as the two of them come to the front of the lecture hall. “I dropped business.”

Nashiea sees the way Yoongi’s lips move but no. No, there is no way Yoongi just said what she thinks she heard. “Come again?” Nashiea stares at Yoongi and he chuckles, reaching for her other hand and lacing their fingers together again.

“I dropped business. I dropped it over the weekend, that’s why I wasn’t in class today.” Yoongi keeps his voice soft as he speaks. “Spending time with you, getting to know you more and sharing my life with you,” Yoongi licks his lips as he smiles. “It made me see just how miserable I really was. I hate business and I don’t want to be anything like my father.”

“Yoongi-”

“I joined the music program.” Nashiea’s mouth drops at Yoongi’s words and Yoongi laughs, the pure excitement of his freedom seeping into her skin. “We’re having a show at the end of the semester, and I want you to be there…in the front row.” Yoongi reaches up and cups the side of Nashiea’s face, his thumb brushing against the apple of her cheek as he smiles. “Nashiea?” Yoongi’s smile starts to fall as she just stares at him and his grip on her hand loosens. “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you would be happy for me.”

Nashiea throws her arms around Yoongi and hugs him tightly. “You asshat! I am happy for you…but who is gonna keep me from falling asleep in class now?”

Yoongi sighs deeply, his body relaxing in Nashiea’s hold as he wraps his arms around her waist to hug her back. “I think you should switch majors too. You shouldn’t be doing business just to make your mother happy. It’s your life, not hers.”

“Cheers!”

“To Nashiea!”

Yoongi’s apartment is filled with loud music and laughter as everyone celebrates Nashiea’s successful transition into a double major with child psychology under her belt. The workload is crazy, but the way Nashiea sees it she will be able to open her own clinic with Hoseok and not have to worry about anyone else coming in trying to scam them. Nashiea downs the shot in her hand and her face twists up in disgust at the burn from the tequila.

“Who’s doing body shots?!” Some freshmen named Jimin comes into the living room with a bottle of liquor in his hand followed by an equally excited Kihyun. Everyone pushes Nashiea towards the pair and Jimin grins wickedly. “Ohhh noona! This is gonna be fun!”

Nashiea is a little past tipsy, so she easily agrees to do the body shot pulling her shirt over her head making everyone hoot and holler at her exposed lacey yellow bra. From his spot against the wall, Yoongi spits out his drink at the sight of Nashiea’s bare skin and he grinds his teeth seeing Kihyun helping her get all set up on the coffee table while Jimin licks his lips hungrily.

“Wow, you might want to hurry over and claim your girl before Jiminie takes her Hyung. I heard the ladies love his tongue.” Kim Namjoon, another one of Yoongi’s classmates’ states as he eyes the scene unfolding in front of him. Yoongi shoves his cup into Namjoon’s hand and storms over to the small crowd that is gathered, pushing Jimin out of the way just as the younger male was about to step forward.

“Oh! Yoongi-ah you’re gonna take the shot?” Hoseok teases from his spot in Taehyung’s lap and Yoongi just grunts as he settles himself between Nashiea’s legs. The two lock eyes for a moment and Nashiea grins as she takes the lime between her lips that Kihyun holds for her.

“Ready, Hyung?” Kihyun giggles and Yoongi nods his head. Kihyun sprinkles a little bit of salt in the dip of Nashiea’s collarbone and slowly pours the shot of tequila into her navel before he tells Yoongi to start. Yoongi places light kisses starting from the waistband of Nashiea’s jeans up to her navel and he slurps up the liquor before he trails his nose up the length of her torso, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin as he goes. Yoongi’s tongue laps at the salt on Nashiea’s collarbone, and Nashiea moans softly when Yoongi nips at the delicate skin before he hovers over her mouth and smashes his lips into hers. The lime wedge cleverly peeled so that the final act of the body shot can turn hot and heavy quickly.

Everyone cheers when Yoongi and Nashiea start to make out, Yoongi’s hands easily pulling her into his arms while she quickly straddles his lap on the coffee table. Jimin pouts and walks away looking for someone else to play with and Hoseok laughs. ‘Fucking finally!’ He thinks to himself and Taehyung smiles, now they can go on double dates.

The courtyard is starting to flood with how hard the downpour is coming. The college canceled classes midday, advising all students and staff to leave before the inclement weather gets any worse. Having just left her marking class, Nashiea stares at the flooded courtyard and curses under her breath, she isn’t not wearing the right shoes for this nor did she bring an umbrella. Nashiea groans, she’s going to ruin her new sneakers that Yoongi got her. Hyping herself up to make a run for it, Nashiea hears someone shout her name from behind. Turning around confused, she smiles when she sees her boyfriend, Yoongi jogging her way with a large umbrella over his head.

Once Yoongi is within reaching distance, Nashiea throws herself into his arms and buries her face in his neck. Yoongi chuckles and wraps his free arm around her waist, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I thought your car was still in the shop.”

Yoongi nods his head at Nashiea’s words, “It is…m-my driver can drop you off.” Nashiea raises an eyebrow at Yoongi, and he fiddles with the charm on her backpack. “It will be fine. Promise.” Nashiea sighs and Yoongi kisses the middle of her forehead before he cups her cheek, “Come on. I’ll give you a lift home.” Nodding her head, Nashiea steps away from Yoongi as he drops his hands to his side and together under the umbrella, they walk to a sleek black car waiting at the front of the campus.

The driver gets out of the car and stays silent as he opens the back door for Nashiea and Yoongi. Yoongi lets her get in first and he turns his attention to the driver, “Drop my friend off first and then we’ll head to my parent’s.” The driver nods his head and Yoongi closes the large umbrella and tosses it onto the floor before he jumps in. In the car, Yoongi ignores the need to hold Nashiea’s hand and he glances at the driver, noticing that the partition is down. Wanting to put it up, but knowing that will give himself away, Yoongi clenches his fists and stares out the window.

Nashiea leans back in her seat and sighs, choosing to look out the window and watch the world go by in silence. Yoongi speaks up, giving the driver Nashiea’s address and soon after they arrive in front of her apartment building. The driver moves to unbuckle his seatbelt, but Yoongi stops him. Yoongi hands Nashiea the large umbrella and smiles, “I’ll text you later, okay?”

Nashiea nods her head and thanks the driver before Yoongi opens the car door and lets her out. Yoongi watches her rush into the apartment building, and it isn’t until the front door shuts that he tells the driver to leave.

“Young master-”

“I know, Wooyoung. I know.”

“I am happy for you. She seems like a lovely young woman.”

Yoongi nods his head with a small smile. “I just hope my parents feel the same.”

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[ineed-to-sleep]

Made a whole ass piece of Astarion + my tav but I didn't like how the whole thing turned out 🫠 so I'm cropping and sharing the only part of it I'm happy with

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[sclappin]

This was part of my undergrad illustration thesis, which was illustrations to accompany the text of Shakespeare's The Tempest, repurposing aesthetics and imagery from the rural New Hampshire village where I grew up.

Reposting this piece from May 2020, because it is now available as a print, and Tumblr is being weird about letting me edit the original post to add alt text and a link.

[chiropteracupola]

c. 1540 CE: a young man from Chalco, and his dragon.

[sakasakiii]

not really a modern au but more like a weird future timeline thing where beach hermit maglor Hibernates™ all through the 2nd and 3rd ages & misses the last boats to Valinor.... thus resulting in him skulking about history until he ends up living among modern day humans haha?? the kicker is that he one day finds an abandoned baby thats all-too-suspiciously like a certain dead brother and becomes a single dad-younger brother-adopted guardian person...

i wrote a few pages of this back in 2022 but never really thought abt it further after i started posting less frequently hahaha.... heres just some feel good domestic sketches of this AU bc i miss drawing modern clothes 🤭 i have sooo many thoughts about it that i couldnt fit into these doodles !! its quite a lot of yapping so feel free to skip past the cut haha

assorted au thoughts:

i planned for maglor to eventually find all 6 of his brothers one by one through the power of Accidental Child Acquisition ✨ example: he'd spot a kid lurking around some woods near his home and eventually realise said wild child living amongst stray dogs is a bit too similar to celegorm

i just couldnt fit in the time to draw that this round... maybe next time!

though he's raising reincarnated-Maedhros, i think it makes more sense for him to give him a modern name and not explicitly call him Nelyo/Maitimo/Russandol just bc he'd not want to get his own hopes up or shove said identity onto the kid

(the occasional 'hey Nelyo' does slip out by accident from time to time however)

i think as Mae-the-kid grows up he will in time start to remember bits and pieces of his original identity? with the nicer familial things (like valinor, his brothers, feanor and nerdanel) first, and then the darker things (kinslayings, angband, war) once he's grown up that Maglor will struggle explaining or even helping him through

i promise this is a wholesome au 😭

side characters include a high-strung but good guy policeman named Officer Borden who's very suspicious of Maglor bc of all the random kids he keeps adopting.... and his younger brother Farren, who happens to be Maglor's scholarly coworker

as well as Maglor's next door neighbour Morgan, a witch-woman married to some guy named Hugh... she's got 3 kids who visit from time to time but from what Maglor's heard, the oldest son is followed by misfortune and has supposedly never met his youngest sister...?

credit to Ted Nasmith and Cartoon Network for some assets used in the doodles :D

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎ Botanical Painting: Dianthus, Composite Flower and Geranium.

Date: ca. 1630

Place of origin: India

Medium: Opaque color on paper

[burningvelvet]

ATTENTION ROMANTICS, JANEITES, BYRONISTS, GEORGIANS, & OTHER 19TH CENTURY NERDS!

this website jane austen's music has resources all about the music jane austen composed by hand, like a link to this song captivity.

this website romantic-era songs has recordings of a bunch of music that was popular in the romantic era, including recordings of poetic works that were originally intended to be set to music. examples incl. lord byron's famous poems vision of belshazzar (a real banger!) & she walks in beauty (not what i expected having read it beforehand without it's music, but it was byron's own favorite to listen to). i really love this one the waters of elle by lady caroline lamb, also composed by isaac nathan. he was a famous jewish-english musician who later relocated to australia and introduced classical music there, & is thus sometimes called "the father of australian music" (apparently, according to his wiki, he was also the first person in the southern hemisphere to die in a tram incident after he got there... oddly specific factoid, but alright).

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Two digital drawings. The first features Temenos Mistral and Aelfric in a medieval-style composition. The second features Kaldena and Temenos posing together in a study. There are full descriptions of both drawings under the cut. End image description.]

godsbride / goodwife

happy birthday @maverickflare <3

[Image description: In the first drawing, Aelfric sits on his stone pedestal outside the Flamechurch Cathedral at night. He wears a flowing white dress, a black long-sleeved undergarment, and a teal cloak. He also wears a gold belt and bracelet, and the medallion on his cloak depicts the Sacred Flame. His face is almost entirely eclipsed by a shining white halo; only the outlines of his narrowed eye, lofty smile, and long, curly hair can be seen. In one of his hands burns a blue flame, while the other hand cradles Temenos Mistral's face. Temenos looks up at Aelfric with an expression of dread and reverence, sweat beading on his cheek. The illustration has a border of gold and lapis lazuli that includes medallions at its corners and midpoints, which depict various other characters. At the top center is Crick Wellsley, holding up a red book so that it covers the lower half of his face; he looks directly at the viewer with a shadow over his eyes. On either side of him, as well as at the bottom center, are three angels with shackles around their necks. They smile placidly and hold their hands up in supplication as they gaze at Crick. At the middle left is Pontiff Jörg, looking tiredly off to the side. At the middle right is Roi Mistral, looking downwards with a troubled expression. All of them are drawn with blue haloes. The bottom left medallion shows Aelfric's hand reaching around Temenos's neck; his eyes are hidden, his face is flushed, and his mouth is slightly open. The bottom right medallion is shattered. Between each medallion, a poem is written in Orsterran script and framed by arabesques. The red background beyond the border, decorated with eight black, winged, haloed Sacred Flames, completes the poem. It reads: "THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a devouring fire / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a destroying angel / THE FACE OF MY LORD / disturbs slumberers in the night / THE FACE OF MY LORD / menaces children at church / THE FACE OF MY LORD / does not appear / THE FACE OF MY LORD / cannot appear / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a wreath of tears / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a broken mirror"

In the second drawing, Kalenda sits at a desk in an intricately carved wooden chair. She wears a plum-purple tailcoat, wine-red waistcoat with a dotted pattern, black trousers, and a white shirt with ruffles at the wrist and a black ribbon at the collar. On her left hand, she wears three silver rings; on her right hand, she wears a gold ring on her ring finger. A flower-decorated bowl holding a pomegranate, plum, and grapes sits on her desk. In her right hand is a lychee. Temenos stands behind her, bracing his left hand on the chair and resting the other playfully on Kaldena's head, seemingly reaching for the lychee. He wears a white shirt, black waistcoat, yellow-green waistscarf, and teal trousers which are heavily embroidered with nature imagery. He also wears a pearl earring; a matching gold ring on his right ring finger; and a gold necklace with a pendant of Crick, who is haloed and holding his right hand up in a gesture of blessing. Kaldena and Temenos are both looking at the viewer and smiling. The simplistic background shows an entrance to another room as well as a tall bookcase, with the top shelf holding a vase and two figurines of a griffin and winged serpent. End image description.]

[daguerreotyping]

Tintype of a group of ladies enjoying a pleasant afternoon of dentistry with friends, c. 1880s

[uwmspeccoll]

Typography Tuesday

Specimen of Type Faces Monotype Linotype was produced ca. 1930 to display the range of typefaces used at the American Typesetting Corporation of Chicago, "the largest of its kind in the world," established in 1919. The plant operated 24 hours a day, offering day and night services. Their Monotype Department boasted ten keyboards and twelve casters, and their Linotype Department operated ten machines. The typefaces shown here are Goudy Old Style, Cloister Text (a Gothic face, not the Roman Cloister designed by Benton), Typewriter, Monotype Accents, and Copperplate Gothic.

View our other Typography Tuesday posts.

[sweetestofchaos]

Standing Right Here | M.YG

Pairing: Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader  Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, Kissing, Use of Alcohol, Body Shots, Hidden Relationship, Rich Boy!Yoongi, Interracial Realationship  Genre: College AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst  Rating: 18+  CWC: 0  Summary: As the youngest son of the Min family, Yoongi is forced to follow in his father's footsteps to help take care of the family business. Yoongi goes about his college life with his head down, keeping to himself but one encounter outside with a classmate changes Yoongi's view about his life. When Yoongi's father catches wind, Yoongi is giving an ultimatum that will change his life forever. Will he make the right call or be left standing alone?

a/n: This story was inspired by this gif set and the prompt “I was afraid your parents were gonna kick you out, so I rearranged my room so you could have a place to stay.” by @dailyau​

a/n 2: The wonderful banner above was made by the extremally talented @outromoni​

a/n 3: Written for the Composition of the Century Collab

Part One | Part Two

[chic-a-gigot]

Composite and individual plates.

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 16 septembre 1797, (5): Toquet d'enfant garni en dentelle. Bride noire. Spencer. Robe Blanche, sur un Transparent. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Left description:

'Toquet d'enfant' trimmed with lace. Spencer with black piping. White dress over a 'Transparent' (underskirt). Coloured stockings with contrasting rivets. Further accessories: brooch (?), fan, flat shoes with pointed toes. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839. This print was previously published in the Journal des Modes et Nouveautés as number 5, with the caption 'Costumes'.

Right description:

Woman, walking to the right, wearing a 'toquet d'enfant' on her head, decorated with lace. She wears a spencer with black piping. White dress over a 'Transparent' (underskirt). Coloured stockings with contrasting rivets. Further accessories: brooch (?), fan, flat shoes with pointed toes. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839. This print was previously published in the Journal des Modes et Nouveautés as number 5, with the caption 'Costumes'.

[diemelusine]

Hector Berlioz (1845) lithograph by August Prinzhofer.