#xmen-jimin

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BTS Jimin (Mic Drop)

[torisblog]

Sinto que fiquei lá, Jimin

Nas conversas de madrugada sobre as coisas mais vergonhosas que acreditávamos. Nas discussões eternas sobre o pior livro que lemos e os piores plots que ja escrevemos. Nos dias em que eu narrava os piores absurdos que ouvia da minha familia em tempo real por mensagem enquanto vocês criticavam com aquele tom de superioridade intelectual adolescente. Nas playlists que criávamos uns para os outros para maior tolerância sobre nossos gostos musicais que sempre acabavam em discussão sobre o quanto oque ouvíamos era grunge e ruim. Nos dias em que falar com vocês era meu único alívio depois de um dia tão sufocante em lugares que eu não podia ser eu. Nos prints mais bobos pra atitude mais idiota possível de postar no status oque conversavamos apenas pra todo mundo ver o quanto éramos engraçados e espontâneos juntos. Nas chamadas em vídeo pra limpar a casa ou fazer lições que sempre terminavam em conversas longas sobre o quanto odiávamos tudo aquilo. Nas tentativas sempre falha de vermos filmes de uma cronologia grande demais. Nas declarações piegas que eu sempre fazia sobre o quanto os amava e o quanto minha vida só fazia sentido porque existiam nela.

Eu tô aqui, Jimin, perdido nessas memórias e momentos sempiternos, que duram pra sempre em todos os fragmentos da minha existência, mas que ja foram esquecidas nas de vocês. Eu sei que não posso pedir pra voltarem agora, sei que isso seria saudosista demais, seria vergonhoso, mas se eu pedisse uma última vez pra nos ter, vocês fariam?

Yoongi viria, me rodearia com suas informações aleatorias sobre grupos de kpop antigos, informações políticas estranhas, e filmes do xmen que eu nunca terminaria de assistir? Viria com toda sua casual indiferença e individualidade, e deitaria no meu ombro com todo o amor sentido no mundo?

Você viria com sua energia caótica e sorriso constante me cercar com todas os seus 1001 assuntos por segundo, suas frases confusas e mal fórmuladas, e fatos nojentos nunca solicitados sobre suas necessidades fisiológicas? Eu gostaria de ouvir mais uma historia sobre um garoto aleatório de qualquer esquina que se apaixonou, e ouvir mais uma vez os passarinhos do seu padrasto cantando o tempo todo durante as chamadas.

Eu amaria tudo isso mais uma vez, amaria todas as singularidades em vocês, porque eu acho, e eu odeio dizer isso, mas acho que sempre estarei aqui, Jimin, porque eu nao sei ir embora… nao sei virar as páginas de uma parte tão importante na minha vida.

Talvez, se houvesse um epílogo contando esse final, nunca teria lido todas as páginas… Por que eu ainda estou aqui, carregando a saudade sozinho, carregando as memorias sozinho, e sempre dói, dói o tempo todo.

Eu gostaria que ainda estivessem aqui.

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[sugar-petals]

Can you do a reading on their psychic gifts and abilities?I feel like yoongi is highly intuitive

i chose my goddess oracle deck for that. time to reveal bts’ slumbering psychic powers lmao! the cards were hilarious 😄

jin: GODDESS SIGE 🎼

we have some clairaudience on our hands here! sige is the gnostic goddess of silence. jin might be able to transmute or even hex away sounds in some way oh my god imagine that. we’ve heard him on dionysus, he always surprises us with his vocal abilities so who knows what else he can do!

joon: GODDESS COVENTINA 🌊

i get why namjoon is drawn to crabs now: coventina is the celtic deity of water! wells and springs in particular. a lot of things make sense now. the ancient romans thought of coventina as a nymph so joon might have some hidden — and you can’t make this shit up — merman genes or forgotten mer-ancestors.

jimin: GODDESS SEKHMET 🦁

interesting egyptian goddess. extremely powerful. his undiscovered gift could be talking to wild animals, the card shows two lions next to sekhmet. her being the goddess of medicine and war, jimin might also be able to muster hidden abilities of healing and um... even superhuman strength like wow. 

taehyung: GODDESS BASTET 🐱

also ancient egypt, suspiciously similar oracle to jimin’s. could be communication with animals too, there are cats on the card. however, it might be more small-scale animals then, pets. bastet is connected to protection from evil spirits so tae might be a natural repellant to hauntings lol! that would be genius. 

yoongi: GODDESS BRIGIT 🔥

as a pisces he’s gotta be intuitive indeed, but check this out, it gets even better: the woman on the card holds a flame! who knows, yoongi could be on some xmen shit and bend the elements. pyromancy or pyrokinesis. yeah, wild! brigit is also associated with archangel michael, yoongi might have a connection to him.

hoseok: GODDESS OONAGH ☁️

the key word on the card says ‘lightness’, so, as weird as that sounds? if you read it at face value, he might be able to fucking levitate! the irish consider oonagh the goddess of fairies so i see why that aspect of ‘flying’ came to my mind. oh man jimin will be jelly, hoseok could be the actual fairy in bangtan.

jungkook: GODDESS MAEVE 🐦

another irish deity. could be clairsentinence. maeve is about cycles, rhythms of emotions. she manipulates water and earth so jk might have some hidden ice magic or dowsing talents going on. also, chatting with cute birbs, maeve is a bird goddess. the irish say she runs faster than horses so: jk, superhuman speed?

[taendrils]

fav hairstyle/color on tae? i loveeeee the brown mullet.... he looked like such a puppy :((((

i read until the brown and i was like . anon ur brain capacity and wavelengths we have.... but huh the mullet will have to get into deeb discussion i have mixedt feelings abt it. i fuckin love brown hair on him especially lighter brown/honey brown? it gives me all my nutrients ugh photosynthesis. i think brown IS IT for me. especially dna era im a basic bitch. i fell for bts in dope and after that black hair jimin was it for me but if i joined dna we could’ve got to this point SO MUCH SOONER....

also chocolate brown from that one house of cards fancam i have fuckin ascended. 

i also like the current blue he looks like the god of the sea... and blonde makes him look very god-like. or at least like someone mythical you know? also i think shorter hair looks great on him we haven’t gotten that since the wingies and his 1 day babie bang stage .. i wasn’t really fond of the red till recently when we got those singularity stages n he looked like sin incarnate. now the mullet he looked so sweet when it was all fluffy and i got the puppy vibes i feel u on tht one. but sometimes. lets be real noni it lookt like a piece of ham attached to his head. lets demonstrate:

puppy:

piece of ham:

it all depends on the day. unrelated but it is notable though that every time i read or think about a fic i imagine tae with brown hair. sometimes i think of blonde when i see god aus or more recently i read a winter god tae tht i imagined with blue hair which is also prob gna be my first review for my fic recs blog?? but my personal portrayal, when i say he’s magnetic, a vice that spreads and takes , i am referring to brown hair. also in a world where bleach wouldnt make his hair look like hay i would love to see white hair on him. Like superhero white/ storm in the first xmen movie. but he has to take multiple oil baths b4 tht they rly fried him with this blonde/red/blue thign  

[freebullets]

Yoonmin - superpowers/xmen au?

Jimin shut himself in his room in his small apartment as soon as he got home from school, diving into bed and hiding himself under the covers. At least here he was less likely to hurt anyone. 

It had started when he turned fourteen, or at least that was when he first noticed it. He’d been convinced that he could start fires with his mind, little bursts of heat escaping when his body became tense or overexerted. As he’d grown older, the ability had grown stronger, and he was able to recognize it for what it was. It wasn’t fire. Not really. It was radiation. 

His mother had been diagnosed with cancer last year. And then his father six months after that. It was then that he realized he was the one poisoning his family.

Luckily, they were both willing to let him leave and not turn him in for being one  of those things they always heard about on the news. Those things that were dangerous. That ruined lives. Even though that was exactly what he was. 

A monstrous thing. Who was probably slowly killing all of his classmates every additional day he went to school. He just wanted to finish high school. Just a few more months, and then he would go where no one else would be hurt by him. Maybe out in the woods, or an island. Somewhere with no people. 

He poked his head out from the covers in confusion at the knock on the door. He never had visitors. No one even knew that he lived there. He swallowed, pulling the covers back over his head. They would go away. 

Except what followed was the sound of splintering wood, and Jimin fell out of bed trying to get to his feet in a hurry. His bedroom door was flung open next, a tall man taking up most of the doorway as he gave the room an unimpressed once-over. His yellow-tinged eyes settled on Jimin, and he smiled. 

“Ah, there you are,” he said. 

“Wh-who are you?!” Jimin stuttered. “What do you want?”

“Just to talk,” the man grinned, showcasing pointed teeth. “You’re special, Jimin. You don’t belong in a dump like this. You belong with us.”

“U-us?” Jimin whispered. 

“Those of us with the advanced X-gene, Jimin. Mutants.”

Jimin winced as he said the word. “No, I…I’m not–”

“You are,” the man said, closing his eyes to breath in deeply. “I can smell it all the way from over here. Strong. Not like a weak human at all.”

Jimin swallowed, eyes darting around the room for a way to escape, but finding nothing except the small window. He was on the eighth floor, so there was no way he’d survive a jump. The fire escape?

“However fast you think you are,” the man said, “I’m faster.”

Jimin swallowed. Lunged for the window. 

He felt the tips of sharp claws gouge into his shoulder before he was falling, everything suddenly black and directions indiscernible. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, like he was trapped in a vacuum, choking for air. He closed his eyes, knowing that this was the moment he would die. 

Except the air came back, and hands were roving over his body worriedly. Jimin turned his head to the side to get sick, his stomach unable to handle the twists and turns it was just forced into. 

“Geeze, Yoongi, I told you to be gentle!”

“I can’t control fucking black holes, Seokjin!”

Jimin blinked, glancing blearily at his surroundings. He was no longer in his apartment. Instead, it looked like he was in a laboratory, sprawled across a hospital bed. “Where?” he rasped, instinctively pushing himself back to get away from the people surrounding the bed. 

“Sorry about that,” one said, twisting his hands in front of him anxiously. “I just–I heard you, and it sounded like you needed help, so I dragged Yoongi in here to grab you. Are you alright?”

Jimin’s head spun with the new information that still didn’t make any sense at all. His shoulder felt hot, and he reached up to touch it, fingertips coming away bloody. The yellow-eyed man wasn’t a dream, after all. He stared at the two in front of him. “You…pulled me out of my apartment…somehow?” he questioned, trying to piece things together. 

“Well, yes, kind of,” the nervous man answered. “Yoongi’s gift is being able to reach through time and space. Mine is, unfortunately, an empathic connection to other mutants. Which was why I felt it when you were in trouble. I don’t know why, it just…it hit me really strongly.”

“Where is here?” Jimin questioned, heart finally slowing down to a bearable rhythm. 

“We’re going to get fucking expelled,” the one called Yoongi muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“Umm,” Seokjin hesitated. “I’ll just, umm, go get someone better equipped to explain all of this.” He reached out slowly to rest his hand on top of Jimin’s. “Welcome to the Xavier Institute.”

[bye-eric-blog]

` midnight girl `

Where was she? Running his fingers over the keys of his flip-phone, Eric sat in his car in front of her apartment building, re-reading the light-hearted 'wait for me~!' on the screen for the fifth time. Jimin always took an indeterminate amount of time to get ready, but this had to be record, even for her.

After almost fifteen minutes without a response, he figured she wanted him to come up. Though he had nearly ten years of dating experience on her, there were just some things that women would always have over men. Chivalry. He'd thought the concept was long dead, but there he was; almost berating himself for not thinking of it sooner.

To his credit, he was hungry and grading the essays he'd assigned his class had turned out to be more of a headache than he'd thought it be; some students just couldn't grasp the concept of pragmatism. His fault, no doubt.

With a light sigh, he turned the idling engine off, pulling the key from the ignition as he opened the door and slid out. A single raindrop fell upon his wrist, and suddenly, he realized why Jimin hadn't made her appearance yet. Or at least, it was a theory. A good one, judging by the dreary look of the evening sky. How he hadn't noticed it until then was a bit of a mystery, but Eric couldn't say he was observant.

Eric made his way to the door, moving quickly as the rain began to fall in earnest, slowly soaking into the fabric of his shirt. He rapped his knuckles lightly against the wood, smiling as it opened up and a pouting Jimin greeted him, her arms crossing over her chest.

Ah. Maybe she'd been waiting just as long as he had.