#siren jimin

[themininthemoon]

Cooking up a yoonmin as X-men mutants au

[seoul-bros]

Siren Eyes

You just can't look away!

Post Date: 04/10/2024

[kookinglikeachef]

Something about this genre of male idols

[brendon-war]

what is this au about? I'm actually so curious :3

tldr: ghost of you music video blown out of proportion including every band guy and a few random celebrities. mikey way is killed at war and in the wake of his death more questions are left unanswered, unexplainable things keep happening and it's up to everyone to work together and save what's left of their lives

- krilltastrophe

Here is a playlist of all the videos so far

[houdikoo]

The reckoning of desire | Prologue PJM FF

"Greedy, that's what everyone is, I mean who could resist this dashing face" Pairing: Siren!Jimin x Esther(reader)

Summary: When Esther Devereux's brother gets suddenly poisoned, there seems to be no hope for his recovery. Out of nowhere a commoner in the name of Jimin, a practising swordsman, explains to know where the antidote might be and is willing to take her there. Sadly, she missed to see the true reason behind Jimin's "help", as she didn't realise all of this might just be a distractions. Will she find the true intentions of her mysterious helper, or will it be already to late?

Warnings: Siren jimin(yes, it's a warning), betray of trust, cold/mean Jimin, revenge, cursing, slightly dumb oc

The dark crimson blood decorated the rock pawment. He stared at the body of his now dead brother.

His hands twitched, as he turned his gaze to the man standing in front with a simple pocket knife in his shaking hand. 

In just a few seconds the man was on the ground, shaking his head and yelling for help. It was to late, as the stained knife was now deep inside his chest.

Once he was sure the man was forever gone, he stood up panting staring  straight ahead. The sound of guards footsteps came closer, he knew what's next.

He was tackled down harshly right beside the man he just killed. His right side was pressed down roughly against the ground as he stared at the shining marble mansion in front of him. 

His raven locks were covering his sight and his eyebrows furrowed. The people responsible for all of this were sitting behind those walls having the time of their life without caring for anyone else.

Just thinking about it made his rage grow, as his hate for people rose even more from this day on. He yearned for revenge. The reckoning for their greed was close, and he would make sure of that…

[jimin-updates]

Siren eyes

We are captivated no matter the look!

Cr

[lesovoj]

putting jimin and his angel face next to statues like this is 10/10 move. thank you. peace and love on planet earth.

[minxmut-cafe]

4.Tides of uncertainty.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Fantasy Au.

Authors note: HERE is the 4TH chapter! I've also opened a Kofi page so if you're interested in my writing your support would be appreciated. I've been brainstorming how to form a closer bond between the maid and Jimin. If you have any ideas let me know down below and be sure to like or reblog!! My commissions and requests are also now open so if there is any one else you want me to write about ask away!! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!!

General Warning: Smut, crude language, angst, fluffy, gorey themes, lil bit of torture.

Summary : In the kingdom of Solaria, Prince Jimin is caught in a web of secrets, darkness, and ancient power. When a mysterious maid enters his life, he's drawn into an intricate tale of betrayal, loss, and a curse that binds a forgotten princess to the depths of the ocean. As tensions rise between the five powerful tribes, Jimin discovers a hidden connection between the princess, a siren, and his own fate-one that could unravel the balance of the entire world.

With the Abyss calling, and the truth slipping just beyond his reach, Jimin must navigate treacherous waters, confront his past, and uncover the secrets that tie him to the ocean's depths. But the more he learns, the deeper the darkness becomes, threatening to pull him under.

Will Jimin uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will the ocean's power drown them all

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Few moments later the healer returned, bringing a satchel that reeked of herbs and medicine.

The flickering lantern cast shadows that stretched and coiled across the stone walls like specters, breathing life into the stillness of the chamber. Jimin rested against a mountain of pillows, his body heavy from exhaustion yet his mind far too restless to succumb to the healer’s orders.

Her voice still echoed faintly in the air.

“Mud rose for the bleeding.” He stared at the dark red petals, their edges curling like dried blood.

“Sun clam for the speed of your recovery.” The pearlescent shimmer of the shell caught the light, glowing faintly, as though holding a fragment of the sun itself.

“And the bark of the white boar’s skin,” the healer had said with a note of finality, her gaze lingering on him as she handed over the bundle. “To give you dreamless sleep.”

He doubted the last part could deliver. His dreams were no longer mere figments of his imagination—they were something else entirely.

There was a pause, a hesitation he hadn’t missed, before she had added, “A new maid will attend you today. Your usual servant has fallen ill.”

The words had barely settled before she departed, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Or so he had believed.

The creak of the door pulled him from his reverie. His head turned slowly, his breath hitching in his chest as the figure entered.

She stepped into the room, her presence as quiet and unassuming as a shadow slipping through the cracks. Yet her very existence seemed to reshape the atmosphere, turning it dense and charged.

It was her.

The maiden from the well.

The woman he had followed into the kitchen.

The haunting figure from his dreams.

The wounds on his shoulder seemed to pulse, as though his body itself remembered her warning, her touch, her attack beneath the waters.

She carried a quiet darkness, one that didn’t just follow her but seemed a part of her, like smoke that clung to her skin. The faint glow of the lantern caught in her deep, endless eyes, their depths more haunting than the night sky.

“Your Highness,” she said, bowing with a practiced grace.

Jimin’s breath stilled. He sat up a little straighter, his every sense attuned to her movements.

“You’re…” His voice faltered. Not out of uncertainty—he knew exactly who she was—but because he wasn’t sure where to begin.

Her gaze lifted to meet his, calm and steady, as though the storm that raged within him was nothing more than a ripple in her vast sea.

“I have been sent to attend to you,” she said, her tone soft, her words carefully chosen. “Shall I begin?”

Jimin swallowed, the weight of her presence pressing against him like an unseen force. He wanted to ask her a thousand things, yet none of the words felt right.

“You know who I am,” he said quietly, his tone more a statement than a question.

Her lips curved—not into a smile, but into the faintest suggestion of one. Something sharp, edged with amusement, flickered briefly in her otherwise stoic expression. “Of course, Your Highness.”

His fingers tightened around the blanket draped across his lap. “And I know you,” he continued, his voice gaining a quiet resolve.

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she moved to the table, her hands brushing against the herbs the healer had left behind. “I am but a servant,” she said finally, the words carefully devoid of emotion. “Nothing more.”

“Lies,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but sharp.

Her hands didn’t falter. If anything, the subtle amusement in her expression deepened, as though she were watching an animal stumble into a trap.

“I remember the well,” Jimin said, his tone softer now, almost contemplative. “You said… ‘names hold power.’ And then you left me there with nothing but questions.”

She didn’t turn, her focus fixed on her task.

“I remember the kitchen,” he pressed, his voice threading with a quiet wonder. “You stopped me from eating the blood berries and told me to return to where I belonged. And yet… you don’t seem to belong here either, do you?”

This time, she turned to him, her gaze steady and unwavering. “Don’t I?” she asked, her voice laced with something subtle and teasing, as though daring him to prove otherwise.

He hesitated. “I also remember the water,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower, as though afraid to break the spell binding the room. “You warned me about the abyss. You told me to stay away.” He touched his shoulder lightly, where the wound still ached.

He hesitated again, then asked, almost tentatively, “Do you know… the creature I saw?”

At this, her head tilted ever so slightly, her movements deliberate. Her eyes glimmered with a quiet mirth, though her face remained stoic. “Creature?” she echoed, her tone almost playful, as though she were tasting the word for the first time.

Jimin’s heart raced. “It had your face,” he said softly, his words heavy with meaning.

Her lips twitched, that almost-smile returning as she leaned just slightly closer. “Is that what you think?” she asked, her voice lilting with amusement. “Dreams can twist even the clearest memories, Your Highness. Perhaps it was simply your mind playing tricks.”

The way she said it—light, teasing, yet with a weight that pressed into his chest—made it impossible to believe her. She was testing him, waiting for him to push further, and yet, he found himself hesitating.

He leaned back slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile of his own. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction—not yet. “Perhaps,” he murmured, though he didn’t believe her.

Her amusement lingered in the air as she turned back to the table, resuming her work as though the conversation had left no mark on her.

The rest of the room seemed to hold its breath as Jimin watched her, his thoughts spinning. She was an enigma, a puzzle with too many missing pieces.

As the tea’s warmth seeped into him, pulling him closer to sleep, he realized one thing with startling clarity:

He wasn’t afraid of the darkness she carried.

He was afraid of how much he wanted to follow it.

The silence between them lingered, a palpable thread stretched taut across the room. The soft rustle of herbs and the faint clink of porcelain were the only sounds, but even those seemed distant, overshadowed by the weight of unspoken words.

Jimin leaned his head back against the pillows, though his gaze never left her. Each movement she made felt deliberate, like a dance performed for an unseen audience.

“I don’t believe in coincidence,” he said suddenly, breaking the stillness.

She paused, just for a moment, her fingers hovering over the bark of the white boar’s skin. Her head turned slightly, enough for him to catch the corner of her lips tugging upward, a fleeting almost-smile.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t,” she replied softly, her tone dripping with a strange, knowing sweetness.

He studied her, his chest tightening with frustration and intrigue in equal measure. “Then tell me. Why are you here?”

Her hands resumed their task, crushing the mud rose petals with an almost lazy precision. “Because the healer sent me,” she said, as if the answer were obvious.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

Her shoulders shifted, the faintest trace of amusement ghosting across her features. “You ask questions as though you already know the answers, Your Highness.”

He pushed himself up further, ignoring the ache in his body. “And you answer as though you delight in withholding them.”

This time, she looked at him fully, her dark eyes catching the lantern’s flicker. Something ancient stirred in their depths, an unfathomable abyss that made Jimin’s breath falter.

“Some truths,” she said slowly, her voice dipping lower, “are best unraveled on your own. Otherwise, they lose their meaning.”

Her words were like a riddle, slipping through his grasp no matter how tightly he tried to hold onto them.

“I dreamt of the abyss,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t react—not in the way he expected. Instead, her lips pressed together, and her expression remained unreadable, though her eyes seemed to darken, shadows flickering across them like ripples on a still pond.

“What did you see?” she asked, her voice light but edged with something sharper, something darker.

Jimin hesitated, his pulse quickening. “You were there,” he said, carefully watching her for a response. “Or something that looked like you.”

Her head tilted, the faintest hint of amusement returning to her lips. “And did it frighten you?”

He frowned, caught off guard by the question. “Should it have?”

Her gaze lingered on him, assessing, before she turned back to the tea. “The abyss is not kind to trespassers, Your Highness,” she said, almost lazily. “It is wise to fear it.”

“But you warned me,” he pressed. “You said to stay away.”

The smile she gave him was sharp and fleeting, like the edge of a blade catching the light. “I would warn anyone who wandered too close to the edge.”

He didn’t believe her. Not entirely. There was a layer to her words, an unspoken truth hiding beneath them, and it gnawed at him like a persistent itch.

“You speak as though you know it well,” he said, his tone accusatory, but his curiosity won out over his frustration.

Her hands stilled. She turned to face him again, her expression as calm and unreadable as ever. “Perhaps I do,” she said simply, her voice carrying a quiet challenge.

Jimin leaned forward, his chest tightening with the weight of her words. “Are you trying to frighten me?”

“No,” she said, her voice soft but unwavering. “I’m trying to see how far you’re willing to go.”

The statement hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Jimin’s grip on the blanket tightened, but he didn’t look away.

She turned back to the tea, pouring the steaming liquid into a delicate cup. The earthy aroma of herbs filled the room, grounding him even as her presence threatened to unravel him.

“Drink,” she said, holding the cup out to him.

“I already had a cup?” He looks at her confused with a tinge of suspicion. The maid smiled—

“This one will act as sleeping medicine..induce a sleepless dreams after your last nights venture’

He took it, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. Her skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of the tea.

As he raised the cup to his lips, her voice cut through the silence one last time.

“Dream well, Your Highness.”

Her words felt more like a command than a wish, and as the tea’s bitter warmth slid down his throat, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she had planted something deeper within him—a seed of doubt, or perhaps something far darker.

The room blurred at the edges, the pull of sleep finally claiming him. But even as his eyes fluttered shut, her presence lingered, wrapping around him like a shadow, and he knew with absolute certainty:

This was far from over.

[xanni-devito]

Witch Seokjin

Dragon Hoseok

Siren Yoongi

Dragon Namjoon

Fae Jungkook

Dragon Taehyung

Fae Jimin

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Moodboards for a VERY long running RP, Summer Thunder, where dragon coven Joon, Hobi, and Tae kidnap for ransom in order to survive as the last living dragons. They fall in love with their most recent catch, though, and a whooooole lot of shit happens, including but not limited to, Yoongi reaching maturity via soulmate bond, Taehyung becoming consort of a fairy kingdom, and Jin and Joon reviving a dead language. Also, a fuck ton of heinous smut.

[staykookedsuga]

Jungkook’s adlibs in ‘letter’ are so heavenly

[mieanme]

[Closer] - Jikook art for Cottagecore Jikook Fest

Jimin finally managed to buy the small cottage by the sea he kept his eye on for the last few years. He’s so happy he can be closer to Koo again - showing the merman his new home is only the beginning of their story 🥰

Koo hates it when Jimin insists on brushing his hair, because it hurts a little. 😡 However, he allows that, because afterwards Jimin teaches him about the Land world and gives him pretty hairpins! 😊 He loves Jimin's bathtub and every time they're not busy, he comes to the little pier behind Jim's cottage and crawls his way to the door, so that Jimin can help him get to his favourite place 🥺

And when Koo's not there, Jimin baths, looking at the strange, emerald crystals he collects from the floor, where Koo's tail usually rests. He stores them by the window and every time he pays them even the smallest glance, he feels like the merman is right there, beside him 🤗

[hybearchive]

[drenix004]

cero

Los seres humanos, impulsados por el deseo de poder, poco a poco se fueron extinguiendo a causa de las constantes guerras por el control de Territorio; siendo la codicia la principal causa de su extinción como raza. Pero ellos no eran los únicos que habitaban la Tierra ademas de los animales.

Había Seres, conocidos como mágicos, Seres sobrenaturales que tiempo atrás solo fueron mitos y leyendas. Estos vieron desde las sombras como se fueron extinguiendo.

en poco tiempo Proclamaron nuevamente las tierras que Milenios atrás les pertenecían 

Los mágicos se dividían en tres partes.

Los OXîs, Seres mágicos y cambia formas, hijos de una sola especie y de distintas razas y elementos. Estos representaban la mayor parte de la población.

Luego estaban los Eyârk, un grupo pequeño que estaba en el poder, eran lo más parecido a una corte judicial, seres conocidos por su naturaleza cruel y sangrienta. su procedencia era todo un misterio, son cazadores de una sola raza, los Xirabs, a la cual desprecian por su linaje impuro o mestizo.

En último estaban los híbridos, nacidos de dos especies diferentes, eran mejor conocidos Como Xirabs . Por su linaje impuro,Sus vidas estaban en constante peligro al ser considerados una amenaza. había muy poca información sobre estos seres debido a que se la pasaban huyendo de los Eyârk ya que, en muchas ocasiones, los que quedaban vivos eran capturados y usados como experimentos.

—no me vas a morder, Kim—gruñó exasperada por la insistencia del contrario.

Su paciencia se había ido a la mierda desde hace mucho tiempo, algo que la caracterizaba era su poca paciencia con cierto tipo de personas y el joven de tan solo cien años era una de esas personas.

—no te va a doler, Dalia—se le acercó, invadiendo su espacio personal. El dulce aroma de la joven llegó a sus fosas nasales, provocando en el un escalofrío placentero.

Él sabía que ella era su soulmate, lo sabía desde que la vio entrar por las puertas del palacio, y su olor se lo confirmaba.

Ella era de él.

Solo suya.

—vete a la mierda Namjoon—se alejó incómoda por la intromisión a su espacio personal—vete a joder a alguien más.

Le dio la espalda, queriendo largarse de ese lugar, tener un momento de tranquilidad sin tener que estar pendiente de que el maldito acosador de Namjoon estuviera cerca.

Namjoon sin poder contenerse más, se abalanzó sobre Dalia, mordiéndole el cuello. La contraria golpeó fuertemente al más alto cuando sintió que este le encajaba los colmillos; se separó bruscamente cuando dejó de sentir la presión en su cuello.

—¡idiota! —gritó frunciendo su ceño. Vio como Namjoon se relamía los labios, saboreando la sangre, su sangre. —¡Tu! ¡Hijo de la remil...

Se calló de repente cuando sintió un ardor de los mil demonios en su cuello.

La marca había quedado incompleta.

Para acabarla de joder, se escucharon gritos de horror por todo el lugar, ella y Namjoon corrieron en dirección a los gritos, quedando en segundo plano el asunto de la marca.

Llegaron a la entrada del palacio, viendo todo era un verdadero caos. Los Eyârk habían roto la barrera mágica que los protegía y mantenía ocultos. Los Xirabs corrían por todas partes, siendo asesinados y los que se salvaban terminaban siendo capturados para experimentos.

—tengo que ir por mi arco—Dalia retrocedió. Tenía que ayudar, no los podía dejar morir.

—¡No! —Namjoon agarró su muñeca, impidiendo que se fuera de su lado. No la quería lejos de él en esa masacre.

—¡mierda, suéltame! —forcejeó, para que este la soltara.

—¡Dalia! —le fémina se liberó de su agarre dándole una mordida a su mano, la joven desapareció de su campo de visión.

Namjoon, sabiendo que no la volvería a ver por un largo tiempo, suspiró, sintió algo fino y delgado en su mano; su vista se posó en la delgada pulsera plateada que había quedado en su mano cuando la joven se liberó. Recordó que ella cuidado esa pulsera con su vida así a qué él también lo haría, se prometió a si mismo que la encontraría.

Sin poder hacer nada más hizo aparecer una lanza, comenzó a matar la mayor cantidad de Eyârks que podía, mientras ayudaba a los suyos a escapar.

Las horas pasaron, y por fin la masacre había terminado, pero a cambio, todo el lugar quedó destruido. Namjoon miró con impotencia el Reino que sus difuntos padres habían construido con esfuerzo, sangre, sudor y lágrimas, ese hermoso lugar que lo vio crecer durante años, ahora estaba reducido en cenizas. Pero, ahora no tenía tiempo para lamentaciones, tenía que poner a su gente a salvo y para eso tendrían que desaparecer por el tiempo que fuera necesario, su prioridad ahora era ellos y solo ellos.

Comenzó a caminar con su gente hacia uno de los portales de emergencia para salir de aquel  triste lugar. Namjoon fue el último en pasar dicho portal, mientras este se cerraba, dio una última mirada al palacio destruido.

Él se encargaría de recuperar lo que se había perdido ese día, volvería a construir el Reino, costara lo que costara. Quién se atreviera a volver a lastimar a su gente, sufrirían en la peor agonía posible, no tendría piedad por nadie. Si tendría que mancharse las manos de sangre por el Reino, lo haría sin duda alguna.

Pero, sobre todo, buscaría en cada rincón hasta encontrar a Dalia, buscaría debajo de las piedras con tal de encontrarla.

Si era necesario quemar el mundo para encontrarla, pues...

Que arda el mundo.

Dos almas se habían separado.

Una marca incompleta de por Medio.

Una promesa por cumplir.

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙓𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀

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[miniminimermaid]

WHY IS JIMIN ALWAYS IN PAIN??

[chuugiya]

AESPA DREAMCATCHER GFRiEND CLASS:Y iLY:1

WTT WTS

all avaiable, will be updated when things change

willing to trade to any wishlist

condition video will be sent when interested

[babylittlepluto]

UM, EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT-

HE LOOKS LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!