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Okay, I'm curious once again.
Are there people on this blog that have never heard of Percilot before, but got introduced to it and maybe even started shipping it, after somehow stumbling over this mess of a blog?
And if you don't ship it....
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!
No seriously... what are you doing here? I wanna know.
Is there a clerks fandom
Question to all sonic fans!!
Since game (and probably movie ) shadow use inhibitor rings to restrain his power (which limits the amount of power he has).
I don’t think i saw Boom!shadow use that (idk if his design of the rings different or not), does that mean he is weaker than the og shadow (and possibly movie!shadow)?
So if they had a fight, would the og shadow beat boom!shadow without his inhibitor rings?
Hi
I need a little help.
For past few weeks I found quite a lot of posts (not especially on tumblr) about Medusa. And it was about the story how she was raped by Poseidon etc.
I want to know where did that story came from because this is actually the first time I hear about this. I only know the story about how she was seduced and Athena gave her snake hair as a punishment.
Sooo, can sb please explain this to me?
THE END I DID NOT EXPECT THST OMG?????
ghost jimin was so cute too in the beginning with the magnets😭😭 and i loved how confused but respectful reader was in her first encounter with jimin, its very idk, it gives alot of character and background to the mc. AND I LOVED IT SM
the way u kind of animate the people and the scenarios is?? so insane?? i can just clearly imagine what everything would look and move like
what about the dad though D: is it going to be like with hoseok and seokjin:( that he moves away.
and will there be more people trying to move in?
The Owner
Yandere! Ghost! Park Jimin x Female! Reader
Wanna write a story when the MC isn’t skeptical bc I do believe in spirits, although not to the point of being overly superstitious. And phew, does it exceed my expectations.
Warnings: Death, murder, blood
***
When you spotted the pale figure of a man standing in the window of the second floor, you knew this house was haunted.
But you weren’t scared, nor were you shocked by the sight. The building was old, towering over you like an ancient creature with all its familiarity and mystery. The price probably didn’t worth the secrets it held, but your father was just happy to buy such a cheap two-story house. And you wouldn’t deny that you were desperate to leave that cramped apartment you both used to live in.
You bowed your head slightly at the true owner, missing the way his eyes widened slightly. As much as you wanted the title to belong to you and your father, he didn’t teach you to share for nothing. And despite his ironic skepticism towards the supernatural, you believed spirits occupied every space of Earth and were only separated by a thin layer of dimension.
By the time you raised your head, the man had vanished and the curtains had been drawn again like they should be. Still, you hoped that greeting was enough to land you in his good book. Just because he was invisible, didn’t mean he didn’t exist. And just because he was invisible, didn’t mean he was entirely harmless.
If ghosts could move things, or make noises, how would you know they couldn’t attack you? How would you know they wouldn’t attack you?
“Here’s your box, dear. Your room is upstairs, so be careful.”
You nodded and took the box containing clothes from your father’s hands. The house was dark, as expected. Across the foyer, there was a door that probably led to the bathroom and a smaller one right under the staircase, presumably the storage room. The main bedroom was on your right, and on the left side, there was a living room with a couch, two armchairs, and a coffee table.
When you peeked at the kitchen, you found that it was surprisingly more modern than the rest of the house. Everything was white, with streaks of black here and there. Above the dishwasher, there was a small window framed by white curtains that overlooked a lawn filled with dead leaves. You wondered if the previous owner loved cooking, or at least, loved the kitchen in itself.
An ache began to bloom and crawl up your arms like ants, so you decided to finally see your new room. There were a few doors, and you guessed one of them was another bathroom. You opened the door to the right, and immediately, a cold breeze greeted you. The hairs on your body bristled, but you braved the storm. If you were scared of your own room, then where else would you sleep?
The wall was painted in a pale blue color, reminding you of the sea. You put the box on the bed and plopped down beside it, sighing heavily. It’d been a long day of packing and traveling, and you wanted nothing more than a rest. But the second you closed your eyes, your father was calling you to carry another box inside. So, you heaved another sigh and approached him again.
Except, when you finally finished helping him with everything, you found out that your clothes had been piled neatly on the bed.
And the box was on the floor, fully opened.
You froze on the doorway, gaping at the sight. There was an inkling that this room belonged to the ghost, but was he really that excited to have you replace his spot? Or maybe he was just impressed by your politeness, and as both your owner and roommate, he wanted to thank you for that.
Yes, that must be it. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, this couldn’t be the work of other people. You hadn’t seen anyone coming upstairs, let alone coming to this house at all, and your father had been busy outside.
Therefore, it left him. And he knew you knew he existed.
“Thank you.” you whispered to the air, both sure and unsure if he’d hear that. He could’ve been anywhere, but you hoped your gratitude reached his ears.
You quickly put the clothes into the closet and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. While the pale blue wall had washed away the anxiety of moving to a new place, the water washed away the traces of the past instead. And the moment you left the bathroom, you felt as if you were reborn.
That was it. You officially lived in this house now, along with your living father and your dead roommate.
The bed shook when you threw yourself to it, embracing you in its warmth. You pulled the cover up to your chest and sighed, smiling contentedly. When was the last time you felt this way again? You couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter.
Because as soon as you closed your eyes, the caress on your hair immediately lulled you into sleep.
***
‘Hello.’
The sunlight that streamed through the window did nothing to warm the cold that enveloped your body. You nearly dropped the plate on your hands when the magnetic letters on the fridge suddenly formed a greeting. Breathing heavily, you put it on the dining table and held your chest. The sound of your thundering heart drowned out the birdsong from the outside, but you managed to peer at your father. Fortunately, he was busy fixing the cufflinks in the living room with his back on you. Based on his casual attitude, you presumed the ghost hadn’t shown himself to your father. If at all.
You turned to face the fridge as if it was an ancient tablet you needed to decipher. Should you answer it? Well, it was a polite thing to do, wasn’t it? Glancing at your father once again, you swallowed and replaced the ‘ello’ part with an ‘i’ so it formed a ‘hi’. You kept staring at it even when you were eating, trying to see the magic formed in front of your eyes. But your father’s body soon blocked your sight, and you were forced to look up.
“I’m gonna head to work. Take care of the house, okay?”
“Okay, Dad.”
Even when you tried to peek behind his back, there was no answer. Even when your father had long left the house, there was still no answer.
But the pair of hands that held your shoulders from behind when you were standing in front of the hallway mirror soon quenched your curiosity.
“Peek a boo.”
You screamed and jumped away, nearly crashing against the mirror behind you. The ghost guffawed whilst clutching his stomach and slapping his thigh. It reminded you of those fake ghosts during Halloween night, except this time, he wasn’t fake. This wasn’t Halloween. And this wasn’t nighttime. You looked back and forth, from him to the mirror, trying to see if you weren’t being crazy. If the mirror also saw what your eyes saw.
And he did appear in both.
“You… you’re that ghost…” you whispered, pointing a shaky finger at him.
The laughter died down as he nodded, humming in agreement.
“Indeed I am. The name’s Jimin, by the way.”
You gaped.
Jimin pouted.
“Aren’t you going to greet me or something? You’ve been so polite to me yesterday. Surely, it’s not a façade, right?”
“N-no, of course not. I–” You moved your mouth, trying to find the right words. Once again, you missed the way his eyes followed your lips. “I’m just… shocked.”
“Is it because I scared you for a bit earlier? Would you be less shocked if I didn’t do that?”
You didn’t think the latter was possible.
“No, I mean… yeah?” you tittered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to appear.”
“Well, to be honest, I’ve been wanting to show myself again to you yesterday. But you seemed so tired, so… I decided to do it now.” The melancholy dimmed the light in his face, and you realized he was probably as lonely as the house was. The nearest neighbors were a few kilometers away, after all. “Thank you for… acknowledging my existence too. Nobody has ever done that before.”
“I-it’s nothing. The least I could do is to respect you since you’re, you know, the true owner of this house.”
He smiled again, but the traces of darkness in his eyes swirled like a whirlpool. You hoped it didn’t suck you in. You hoped it never sucked you in. Jimin liked you, so he wouldn’t do anything to you and your father, right?
***
For the next few weeks, Jimin became even bolder with his presence. Sometimes he’d wash your dishes, turn on the washing machine once you’d finished putting all the laundry inside, and give you a glass of water when you felt thirsty. But just like a human, he wasn’t always helpful to be around. Sometimes he’d mess with your hair when you were trying to fix it, knock some things off, and misplace your belongings. He reminded you of a cat – a black cat, to be exact – with his mystery, elegance, and mischief. He wore a black silk shirt and a matching pants that enhanced his lean figure, coupled with salt-and-pepper hair and a pair of playful grey eyes.
Simply put, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever met. And had he was still alive, you were sure you would’ve been infatuated by him.
But, alas, you both lived in different dimensions, just as you both lived in different timelines.
It didn’t really bother you, though. You were just happy to have such a fun roommate to spend your holiday with before you went back to college, and you thought he felt the same way about you too. After all, he kept smiling, laughing, and pranking you. What else was that if not happiness?
Then again, it was human nature to be attracted to puzzles. So, one day, you mustered the courage to ask about his past.
“… Is it okay if I ask you about how you died, Jimin?”
His shoulders drooped slightly like a withering flower, and you wondered if you should retract your question.
“Well, let’s just say I threw a party because my friends asked me to. We played truth or dare, and one of them challenged me to jump from the window of my room. He said he’d be there to get me, but he didn’t. He just watched me fall and crash to the ground, along with many others, and it was a long time until they called the police.”
You gasped. “That’s horrible! How could they do that?!”
“I was a wallflower back then. Nobody liked me, until a group of popular guys took me as theirs. I thought they were my friends, even if I had to pay for their lunches every day. The day before the party, they forced me to dye my hair so I looked like a grandpa and told me to wear black clothes. So, as a result, I was the center of the attention while the others wore colorful clothes.” he recounted gloomily, twirling a strand of his hair. “But I didn’t know that these clothes would be my last because, you know, black clothes are worn for funerals.”
“Did they get caught?”
He shook his head. “They said it was an accident, and the police let them off the hook just like that. They’re rich too, so…”
“That’s so unfair.” you breathed out in disbelief, feeling your chest tight with indignation and grief for your friend. “You didn’t deserve any of those things, Jimin, and I think you look... handsome with that hair color.”
“You really think so?” he chuckled at your embarrassment, but the lack of gleams in his narrowed eyes betrayed his humorlessness. “Thank you. I was worried that you might think of me as a real grandpa.”
You shook your head and held his hands, smiling reassuringly. A few days after your first proper meeting with him, you discovered that you both could touch each other’s bodies. It’d been a huge blessing, mostly for Jimin himself. He figured it was due to your acknowledgement of his existence that he was able to fully interact with you like a living person could.
“Never. I already know that you look young.”
He squeezed your hands back. “Thank you again, [Name].”
You averted your gaze when his eyes dug too deep into your soul and cleared your throat.
“So, uh, what about your parents? Did they try to press charges or something?”
“Oh, yes, they did. But like I said, my ‘friends’ were rich, so they couldn’t really do anything about it.” he sighed. “My mom tried to kill herself out of grief, but my father managed to stop her. Still, she was the first one to die later on.”
“It really sucks how money can cover almost everything, including your death. I hope you can move on someday, Jimin.”
The temperature suddenly dropped, and shadows appeared like a mist on his face.
“Are you trying to get rid of me, [Name]?”
“What…?” You blanched. “Of course not! I-I just wanted you to become peaceful, is all!”
“If I moved on, I wouldn’t be able to meet you again. And I think that’s a worse punishment than Hell.”
Your eyes widened, and you wanted nothing more than for him to laugh and say that he was just joking.
He didn’t.
Still, you tittered and tried to pull your hands out of his grip. But, as expected, he was too strong for you.
“Is that so? Then, uh, how about the kitchen?” you inquired with a fake enthusiasm and a not-so-fake curiosity. You truly wanted to know why it was so different. “It looks more modern compared to the other rooms.”
Jimin sighed again, but with more weariness than earlier. Your shoulders sagged in relief, relishing in the sun that penetrated the mist even slightly.
“There were two guys who lived here years ago. I think their names are Jin and Hoseok. Jin liked to cook, while Hoseok liked to party. The first thing Jin did when came to this house was to complain about how ugly the kitchen was, so he made some adjustments and here we are.”
“And… why didn’t they live here anymore?”
“Well, they moved out because Hoseok thought this place is too small for the big party he often held.”
You frowned. As much as you believed his stories, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe this one. If Hoseok thought the house was too small, why did he buy it in the first place? Did Jin force him or something? You opened your mouth to ask more, but Jimin gripped your hands.
“I think it’s time for lunch.” He smiled tightly, dangerously. “I’ll help you prepare the plate.”
You nodded timidly and allowed him to guide you to the kitchen. There were times when you forgot he wasn’t a spirit, and there were times when you forgot he wasn’t a human. And with his recent attitude, you weren’t sure if the lines were getting blurrier or clearer.
If your friendship was getting better or worse.
***
Today was the last week of your holiday.
You weren’t really excited about it, but education was education nonetheless. You’d also been keeping in touch with your friends, who all had their fair share of interesting experiences. Though, if you were being pompous, you had the most striking experience than their ‘ordinary’ ones. Because, surely, nobody had a ghost as a friend, right? Let alone as a roommate.
It’d never occurred to you that you had to tell Jimin about this, and when he caught you putting some clothes into your suitcase, he piped up.
“What are you doing?”
You shrugged.
“Just preparing some clothes for college later.”
“College?”
You paused your activity at his rising tone and looked up at him. Jimin stood with the most scandalized expression you’d ever seen from him.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re in college? And that you also–”
He motioned to the stacks of clothes.
“Wha– I thought you already know!”
“Duh.” He rolled his eyes. “Just because I’m a ghost doesn’t mean I’m all-seeing, okay?”
You stared at him dumbly.
Jimin huffed at you exasperatedly.
“Look, you already have your father, right?” he asked as he began to move your shirts out of the suitcase. “So that means you don’t need to study anymore.”
“I can’t do that!”
“And why not?!”
“Because–!” You flailed your hands, trying to make him understand without having to explain things. Then again, why would he ask such an obvious question? “Education is important if I wanna have a job!”
“What makes you think you’re going to get one right after graduation?”
You gaped. You knew he was right, as painful as it was to admit it. But as your friend, he should’ve known better than to discourage you like this, right? Heck, you even wished for him to move on when he told you about his past! So why couldn’t he do the same?!
You stared at him, at those grey eyes that reminded you of a storm. A whirlpool. A void. Tempting. Luring. Drowning. And your heart subsequently dropped.
“No,” you whispered timidly yet resolutely. “I won’t stay here. I have a bright future ahead of me, even if I don’t get a job right away.”
“You want to leave me, after everything I’ve done to you?” Jimin slowly cocked his head, hands shooting out to strangle your neck before you could move away. The shadows in his eyes spread until they resembled a pair of obsidians. “You want to leave me, after everything I’ve told you?”
Tempting. Luring. Drowning.
“Jimin, you’re… you’re hurting me.” you whined, clawing at his hands.
“You think it hurts? You think being squeezed like this is painful? Well, how do you think being abandoned by your one and only friend feels like, hm?” he hissed. “And how do you think dying from falling feels like, hm? Is it less painful than the one you’re feeling right now? Tell me, [Name], because I really want to know.”
“Snap… out of it, Jimin...!”
The spirit glowered at you for another moment before pushing your face as if it was dirt.
“You’re going to regret it if you keep being stubborn, [Name].”
His warning echoed in the confine of the walls as he vanished, bringing all the shadows and coldness with him. You gasped for air and stared at the spot he once stood, trying to make sense of things. Would it be better if you ignored him since the beginning? Would it be better if you’d been skeptical instead? You just wanted to give him the respect that he deserved so he wouldn’t do anything to you both. Your father was the only family member you had ever since your mother’s passing, and you wouldn’t know what to do if he died.
But it seemed that you’d made the wrong choice all along.
And Jimin truly kept his promise, or warning, because for the next few days leading up to your departure, you began to experience supernatural attacks from him. The cabinets would open by themselves, the plates would break, and the utensils would fall. You still had the scar when a knife suddenly zoomed past you, slicing your cheek in the process. It was a shallow wound, but the horror of it all just served to intensify the pain. Your hair would be yanked out of nowhere like a translucent and violent school bully, your clothes would scatter everywhere including your laundry, and one of your legs would be dragged out of the bed in some nights even when you were sleeping in another room.
You’d cried at your father to move out already, but with the limited budget he had, you were forced to stay. At least until you finally left. You thought – you prayed – it’d stop too, but the last straw was when you saw a bloody handprint on the bathroom mirror on one morning.
So, here you were, bawling on the floor of your room and begging to the thin air.
“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m so sorry for offending you, just please stop! Please stop attacking me!”
“If I do that, would you consider staying?”
You whipped around to find Jimin standing inside the curtains and gazing down through the window, reminding you of your very first day of moving. He turned to look at you.
“Well?”
You merely sniffled.
“No answer? What a shame. I was so ready to forgive you too.”
“Okay.” you sobbed. “I won’t… I won’t leave you. I promise.”
“Really? You’ll do that for me? Aw, sweetheart. You never failed to make my cold, dead heart beat again, do you?” Jimin beckoned you towards him. “Come here.”
You obeyed. Anything to make him stop.
“I love you, you know that?” He grasped your hand and stroked the hair away from your sweaty forehead. “I was about to confess to you, but I found you packing up and I just… snapped.”
You flinched unwittingly.
“I suppose I should apologize too, shouldn’t I?” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, a low and dark voice reminiscent of a demon. “If only you don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
You stiffened. Did he eavesdrop on your conversation with your father? You supposed he did. He was a ghost, after all. He might’ve claimed to not be all-seeing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be anywhere and everywhere at the same time.
“But don’t worry, I lied about one thing too. Remember about those two roommates, Jin and Hoseok?”
Hesitantly, you nodded. Why was he telling you this now? You even forgot about them.
“Well, I lied about Hoseok moving out. It was only Jin, because Hoseok died.” Jimin intoned. “You know about the saying that history repeats itself, right? Well, one night, Hoseok was challenged to jump from this same window, from the same game. One of his friends said he’d catch him, but he didn’t. Not because he was a terrible friend like mine did, but because I pushed him away.”
You froze.
“I never really liked popular guys ever since I died, you see. And I felt an indescribable hatred when I first saw Hoseok too, so why not kill two birds at once by killing him and kicking Jin out of my house?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyway, Hoseok didn’t immediately die, mind you. He broke some of his bones, so he was brought to the hospital. But, luckily, he died in there. Jin felt guilty and decided to start anew somewhere. So, I guess he was a bit terrible as a friend too, but whatever.”
Jimin spread his arms wide as if he was introducing you to an invisible audience.
“And now, here you are! My favorite roommate of all.”
You tensed up, and you belatedly realized that you were standing near the window now.
The window that had been opened even though you remembered keeping it closed.
“And because you respect me as the true owner of this house, you’ll do as I say, no?”
Your eyes widened, and you instinctively screamed when he shoved you out of the window. You outstretched your hands for a help that never arrived before they collapsed beside you, broken by a loud and sickening crack. Blood pooled around your head, while your eyes stared at the pale figure of a man standing in the window of the second floor.
And so, the whirlpool of darkness in Jimin’s eyes finally sucked you in.
“I’ll see you soon, my love.”
First of all, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT. Thank you so so much, seriously. 😭❤ This was everything! It took me so long to read it just because I was carefully taking in even the smallest detail. Your description is so right on point that not only I could imagine the whole scene, but also could hear it too. From the sound of the glass window breaking to the sound of the blade cutting through the skin.
I love how oc is so badass in this story and it's cute that the boys saved her. And RIP Seojun, I really liked you even though you got killed quickly. Can't wait for more, like, if this is how the 1st part is written, I can't even imagine the rest. 😍🔥 Well done, Amelia! 👏💗
A Lover’s Redemption | teaser
posting date: late summer 2021 pairing: park jimin x reader genre: mafia AU – romance/action (eventual angst, fluff and smut) 18+ | teaser warnings (potential spoilers): mentions of deceased family, detailed violence, use of guns, multiple detailed injuries (to all characters including reader), blood, character death. teaser word count: 5438 read more here: - A Lover’s Redemption -
A/N: this teaser is for the beautiful @anna-muse happy birthday lovely! 🥰❤️ i am truly so so so grateful for all your love and support 🥺 since i know you’re excited for this series, i am releasing the teaser much earlier than planned as a lil birthday present for you! i hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day, you deserve it the most! 💗💞 as for this teaser, it is all of chapter 1 of alr because the whole thing is ambiguous and i couldn’t decide where to draw the line for a teaser, lol. i’m not entirely happy with the very beginning but i hope to make some edits before i actually begin posting the series. enjoy, and as always, please let me know how you find it! :)
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