It’s been a great several years being on this platform but uhh…Yeah this blog is dead lol. I’ve tried to get back into the groove of writing, nothing’s really been working, so I’ve come to terms that I’ve reached my peak. 7k followers is where I’ve been for a while, and I’m actually not even mad at that. It’s more than I could’ve asked for!
You guys, from start to finish have been nothing but kind and encouraging. I never would’ve imagined the kind of support my writings received and for that, I am thankful. But, there’s still ideas I’ve harbored that I didn’t want to go unshared because I was really excited to write them. Unfortunately, that ain’t happen :/
I’m going to leave these untouched prompts down below the cut, free for anyone to take them, change them, mold them, whatever they may please. I only ask that if anyone does actually use them to tag me in their finished product, so I can read them and show them some love. I’ll still be around from time to time, but when it comes to writing anything…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .
I find it so funny how we all freak out of JKs tattoos. My favorite genre of music is hard rock/metal where literally everyone is covered in tattoos and I never even think twice. But I catch one glimpse of JKs tattoos and my brain malfunctions. Why???
title: first love, last love posted: january 19th, 2021, 7pm est pairing: bad boy pianist!yoongi x university!reader(f) genre: angst, smut; opposites to lovers, high school/university au summary: after the most pivotal moment in your life, you never thought you would ever see him again. years later, you cross paths in the last place you ever imagined him to be. was this the universe giving you a second chance? or were you destined to repeat the same mistakes you fought hard to forget? warnings: alcohol, house parties, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, choking, hair-pulling, oral (m/f rec), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex (pls be responsible!), dirty talk, gagging with a tie, creampie, nipple play, public sex (kinda?), edging, denied orgasms, doggy-style, cowgirl, overstimulation, min yoongi in mf general notes: thank you to @sketchguk, @softyoongiionly, and @yoonjinkooked (and honestly the rest of the @bangtansorciere network) for being incredible hype ppl! and @bangtantaegi this is filthy yoongi smut, what can i say?? mobile users: alt link if this doesn’t open in tumblr ➛ ao3 word count: 33.5k !! (omg i am so sorry, you can yell at me)
What does it look like when an artist’s passion dies?
You imagined an unfinished painting, the canvas collecting dust in a corner amongst rusting paint pots and hardened brushes. Or an abandoned instrument case shoved into the back of a closet, sheet music stuffed in binders stuffed in boxes stuffed in the attic. The arts no longer spoke, danced, comforted. What was once a technicolor ocean of imagination now resembled an ugly, dried sludge of doubts and fears and excuses to find another path. Society’s standard path. One with a more stable lifestyle and greater number of career choices.
No matter what you pictured, it was nothing compared to what you were witnessing. The world before you swam in your vision: the imposing, dark monster of a grand piano swallowing its prey whole. And the victim didn’t fight back - not even for a moment. They let it consume them under the blinding spotlight, a feasting on full display. They knew this was the close, proverbial wings folding around their slumped form in surrender.
The entire room held its breath, but inside you a storm raged so harshly that you wouldn’t be surprised if people could hear your thundering pleas.