*masterlist*

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾masterlist☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

° rin | she/her | 18+ | ♏︎

° mostly jikook / yoonmin

° twitter | ao3

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

° to hurt and to heal | 40.5k | explicit | complete

jikook (a/b/o | alpha jk, omega jm) | hurt/comfort, instincts, fluff

After a month of running, of fear, Jimin has resolved to live alone. He doesn't need anyone or anything else, much less an Alpha—all he truly needs is to stay hidden and protect his pup.

But, when his legs give out without any warning, an Alpha's miracle cabin may be his only chance.

° ice, ice, baby | 148.8k | explicit | complete

jikook (figure skaters jkk, stripper jm) | angst, trauma, slow burn

Jeon Jungkook always gets second place in figure skating competitions. And that shouldn't be a problem, of course, as it's still second place and he should really be grateful, but it is. Because Park Jimin always wins, and Jungkook has no fucking idea how.

Until he's somehow in the wrong place at the wrong time (or, debatably, the right place at the right time), and catches Jimin in his element—on stage, wearing next-to-nothing, and with his hand wrapped around a shining, metal pole. 

And suddenly it all makes sense.

° touch me, make me bleed | 88.9k | explicit | complete

yoonmin (human jm, vampire yg) | supernatural, slow burn, fluff

Park Jimin wasn't really looking for something more. At least, he wasn't actively seeking it out—there was a reason he never ventured far into the woods. He was careful. So, he truly wasn't expecting a midnight encounter in his cottage, one that brought him face to face with red eyes that glittered in the dark. 

But that was crazy—he had to just be seeing things. Because vampires don't exist.

...Right?

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜:

° eat your heart out | 60.0k | explicit | complete

jikook (detective jk, kumiho jm) | crime, psychological drama, folklore

Jeon Jeongguk has been working the same case for two years. There was never any variation—a new body every month, not a sliver of evidence, and the heart was always stolen. For two years, it had never made sense, the utter impossibility of it all practically tearing Jeongguk's psyche into pieces. At least, until they come across a witness, Park Jimin. 

There's only one problem—

Baby doesn't leave witnesses.

Bringing over my art, slowly!

Here's our Astronaut, and our Alien, our Jinnie! 👨‍🚀✨️💜🌌

Fun fact: This is not the version that's up on twt 😉

(Can someone let me know if I'm doing these tags right?! Am I supposed to have at it like insta?? Help? 🥺)

A message to Twitter users coming to tumblr: a message from your local duel-hellsite citizen

So, I’ve seen a ton of Twitter users talking about making and sharing their new tumblr blogs, to escape Elon Musk’s “anti censorship” bullshittery. First of all: welcome! I know it’s looking bleak over there; especially for trans people. But, now that you’re here, I’m here to tell you all about tumblr etiquette, how this website works, and how it’s different from Twitter. Because you can’t come onto here acting like it’s Twitter, lest The Beast get to you.

First, here are a small handful of tips and tumblr facts!

Your likes and who you are following are automatically set to public. You can make them private in your settings!

You can block tags from the settings, too.

There are lots of bots on here. If you’re not careful, you could be mistaken for one! The main way you can avoid this is changing your icon and header from the defaults. Adding a bio helps too!

You can queue and schedule posts so that your account posts throughout the day.

Like Twitter, tumblr has a radical feminist and TERF problem. However, they’re pretty easy to spot. There are lots of guides out there to help you learn how to spot tumblr TERFs!

Tumblr, for the most part, does not have any celebrity or brand accounts.

Your tumblr follower count is private.

You can have multiple accounts with the same email, and they’re very easy to switch between! These are called “sideblogs”.

Your main page is not a “timeline”. It is a “dashboard”!

You can have a custom desktop theme using HTML! Think like ye olde MySpace days. There are tons of pre-made tumblr themes available, if you’re not already proficient in HTML; including free ones!

Now, let’s talk tumblr etiquette and how it’s different from Twitter. You’re a tumblr user now! It’s time to start acting like it!

Don’t just like posts. They don’t increase visibility whatsoever. The way that you can help posts that you like is reblogging them to your blog. Especially for art!

We don’t say “oomfs” or “oomfies”. Just “mutuals” is fine, thanks!

Adding onto a post with pointless comments is frowned upon. If all you have to say it “this is so true,” or something else to that effect, you should put that in the tags of your reblog.

Most people don’t have carrds or rentries on here. Some of us do, but it’s not an obligation like it is for Twitter.

Similarly, we don’t censor words like “die” and “death”. Posts about wanting to brutally murder people in power go viral all the time, and it’s completely allowed. I’m serious! Enjoy your newfound freedom!

Blocking isn’t a big deal here. Get rid of any weird notion you have that morality is linked to blocking certain people.

But lastly, and most importantly:

Drop your discourse at the door.

If you try to post about most of the things that Twitter users discourse about, you will be laughed off the site. Especially Twitter LGBT+ discourse. Posts actively mocking topics of Twitter discourse go viral on here regularly.

Tumblr has mostly healed since its discourse-ridden days, and it’s now much more chill. Of course, discourse still happens, but it is so easy to avoid now. For a lot of us, tumblr is the last pleasant social media site left, so don’t ruin it.

Here is a list of discourse-related things that tumblr users don’t do:

Most of us don’t do callout posts, unless it’s something actually serious (like that one blog that had a human slave).

Everything that you heard on Twitter was “exclusive” to certain LGBT+ groups is used by just about everyone on here. Bi women use the double venus symbol on here. You’ll just have to learn to live with that.

In particular, I want to emphasize how much we don’t do flag discourse. To the point that somebody caring about flag discourse of any kind is how we tend to identify an ex-Twitter user.

On here, you will never have to see another slur discourse post again, unless you actively seek it out.

You’re free.

You’re welcome. And enjoy your time on here!

jin the astronaut

Open Wounds

–sope / yoonseok  –angst, injury, harsh words

“It’s like you never have time for me anymore.”

 "I’m just trying to do what we always wanted.“

"WE? In case you haven’t noticed, ‘Seok, there is no we anymore. it’s just you on that stage.”

*** 

Hoseok and Yoongi met during an audition that neither of them got. Fresh out of high school with no prospects and no money for higher education, not to mention no real talent in dancing, they were both laughed out of the building.

So Yoongi asked Hoseok if he wanted to go for a drink. Sure, they had no money to pay, but there were ways to get out of that. The bathroom windows in the bar were big and Yoongi knew for a fact he could fit through them. They deserved a pick-me-up after such a crappy day.

Within the month, they were roommates. Within the year, Hoseok had realised the hoard of girls he’d been traipsing through the apartment might have more to do with Yoongi than anything else. Within eighteen months, they were dating. And within two years their career was finally going somewhere. They were background dancers, improving, learning constantly, dipping their toes in the possibility of singing and acting. They were planning to conquer the world, produce albums, perform in stadiums.

And that was just what they did. They grew together, released songs, and signed with a music company. They were blissfully happy, in perfect sync. 

Until they weren’t.

It was their seven year anniversary and Yoongi had been planning the evening for weeks. He could have sworn he’d bought everything he needed to make dinner, but at the last minute he had to run down to the corner shop.

That was when the car hit him. And everything changed. Dancing, walking, singing, sometimes even speaking–he just couldn’t do it. He slurred his words, got lost in the middle of sentences, He mixed up dates, forgot they had eaten dinner less than an hour after they’d finished it

Hoseok supported him through it all. He cancelled his performances. He put his solo album on hold. For two, long years. But, eventually, he had to work again. For himself and for money.

Yoongi went with him sometimes, when they could arrange it. He could walk now, although never for long without exhaustion setting in. But as much as he loved seeing Hoseok in his element on stage, the travelling wore him down and it hurt that he couldn’t be out there too.

So he stayed home more often. Hoseok, steadily gaining success, was with him less and less. It wasn’t perfect or what he wanted, but it was okay. He cooked dinner for Hoseok every night and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Then Hoseok began missing dinner. Yoongi found himself falling asleep on the couch waiting for Hoseok to come home. His dinners went cold. Eventually, he stopped bothering to make them. They all ended up in the bin or being his lunch the next day.

The arguments were small at first, over petty little things. Then they got bigger. Until one night that blended into the long list of nights Yoongi ate dinner alone, sat up alone, and showered alone, he drank two coffees and waited in the dark.

Hoseok got home at three in the morning and the fight they had was loud enough for the entire building to hear. 

“It’s like you never have time for me anymore.”

“I’m just trying to do what we always wanted.”

“WE? In case you haven’t noticed, 'Seok, there is no we anymore. it’s just you on that stage. The most I’ve done in the last three years is help produce a couple of songs. I can’t even sing in them. There is no we, so don’t try to make this into something you’re doing 'for me’.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t look both ways when you crossed the road. I can’t put my life on hold anymore just because you were careless.”

It was those words that ended their relationship, Hoseok’s burst of cruelty so vile and sudden that if he’d run Yoongi over with the intention of killing him it would have hurt less. They parted in hatred, bitter and proud.

Yoongi moved on with his life, forcing any reminders of Hoseok out of it. In some ways, it was easier than he expected. After all, he’d spent the last year with Hoseok working all the time.

Sometimes he saw Hoseok on the news. And it hurt, but it was okay. His life was better without Hoseok in it. He found a job he enjoyed, far removed from the world of performance. He went on dates, had sex. It was good. And he was only half faking it according to his therapist.

It was late at night, during a quiet get together with his close friends, that the doorbell rang, and he found Hoseok kneeling on the mat. 

“I know this is five years too late and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, but I am so, so sorry.”