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Papilionem

Yoongi × reader

Genre: crack, yandere, angst

A/n: I write for my one muse and one muse only, I am scared to be posting again but it really helps to have a friend always have your back and support you. Hopefully I don't disappoint people with my writing. @cosmostae

Prologue (for context)

The human species as Y/n would soon come to understand was extremely selfish and pompous. Not a week had passed since she had crashed onto this planet and suddenly it became her job to save them. Like she owed it to them, when she barely managed to survive there was not one huan that worried about her but only criticsed her and called her incompetent and said that she was bad at her job. Duties aside, she did not deserve this. Why was babysitting this ungrateful species her responsibility. Her duty was to protect earth, the planet not it’s inhabitants. Maybe she should let these pitiful creatures just freeze to death. She hated Yoongi, but somehow she had grown to loathe the human species more. She had managed to secure a home in a rundown building far away from the city. Really far away. Something called ‘radioactivity’ or something was present in the area. She found it funny. ‘Just another one of those superstitions’ she thought. Her large crimson wings shimmered in the golden light of the setting sun. The warmth soothed her skin and helped her take away her attention from the pain from all her injuries that she had sustained while duelling with Yoongi. Her species was really not equipped to handle the cold. A cold dry laugh escaped her lips, finding it comical how over the years while the species of other planets focused on evolving traits that could be weaponized, hers had focussed on peace and aesthetics. Look where that got them. Cryonovians had evolved a trait to specifically destroy her planet and win the long cold war while her planet focussed on stupid things like ‘what is the meaning of life?’ “Mass extinction” She blurted out bitterly. Whilst it was true that her loyalty would always be with her home planet she could not help but be filled with disdain at the pompousness of all those philosophers. Sounds of cracking glass shook her out of her thoughts, straightening her back she poked her head from the sill to survey the surroundings. It definitely was not a human, they were very rigid with this superstition. Swinging her legs off the window sill she floated over the floor to the source of the sound. Her hands were already preparing a small ball of energy. 

Yoongi stood leaning against the door frame, a plastic bag in his hands. Y/n was in no shape to fight and he knew that. If she chose to fight now, she could die, only he wouldn’t let her. He had always found them to be like lamb and lion. There was no winning chance for the lamb but he found it cute how it still tried. His amusement had developed into an infatuation that he had denied for a very long until Hoseok, his closest friend from the neighbouring planet had made him realize that he was smitten with the lamb. It was from then that he did everything in his power to get the two of them together on Earth, away from all the dirty politics, of course he did not want the annihilation of her planet, but then that Jimin showed up and suddenly that planet needed to go. The first time he saw her on this filthy planet, looking so vulnerable, he was ready to recite the confession he had spent days preparing. He expected her to be angry or cry but he really did not expect the way his throat constricted and heart raced at the sight of her. His words formed a lump in his throat that made it hard for him to breathe.  That night she had knocked him off his feet, in every sense of the phrase. The days that followed seemed like a fun show to put on. He realized that watching her lose made him happy. This part of himself he was still battling with. How could he enjoy hurting someone he loved? Was it the fact that he hurt her or the fact that he never killed her? He enjoyed the control and the act of mercy he showed her everytime they duelled. It felt like a bonding activity to him.

“What? What are you here for? You are going to kill me aren’t you?” Y/n asked when she saw him leaning against the door. Yoongi took in her bruised body, and ripped wing, the bruises on her knuckles when she had had the grand idea of using physical attacks with him, it had felt like punching a brick of ice. It pained him to see her like that, knowing that he was the reason for it. That is not what he wants their future to be, when they do get married he would not be caught dead hurting her. “Why would I do that?” He asked, furrowing his brow. Y/n’s lower lip jut out in annoyance, eyes glaring daggers at him. “Oh, right I forgot, you prefer to mock me publicly everytime we fight.” She spat. “Mock you? I-” Shaking his head, he chose not to talk about it, “I came here bearing gifts.” He said raising his hands and showing her the plastic bag, the act making her flinch and making a dull pain settle in his chest. She did not feel safe around him, but he would fix that, starting with these juice boxes and packed potato chips. “I want nothing from you.” she said, moving away to create distance between them. “No, don’t say that! I had to freeze the cashier for these!” He protested, walking towards her again. 

“I don’t have a home to go back to. Do you know what that is like?” She blurted out, her eyes welled up and voice broke at the end of the question. Yoongi felt his heart constrict, “I would not go back either, I will stay here with you.” He offered, he did not want to see her in more pain, he had already caused her enough of that. His offer was met with the faint feeling of getting hit by her energy blasts on the arm. She did not have the strength to hurt him, it felt like a slight tap on the shoulder at best. “You have people to go back to. People who love you, care about you, who are waiting for you. I- I am alone on this planet, trapped with no where to go, their stupid atmosphere feels like a glass jar. I have no one to go to and no one who would take care of me! I can’t live with this loneliness forever!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face, she hid her face in her hands, falling to her knees, cutting them against the glass shards. Green blood dripped from her wounds, unlike the humans it was nitrogen her species needed. Most species relied on nitrogen and helium, luckily earth had enough nitrogen to sustain her. “You’re right, I don’t know what that is like.” Yoongi finally admitted, he took slow steps when approaching her, with great caution he wrapped his glacial arms around her “but I am willing to understand. We are away from all the war, away in a world of our own, maybe sometimes we just don’t have to fight,” He cooed at her, running his hand through her hair. He did not receive an answer from her, but as the sun set, Y/n cried herself to sleep inYoongi’s embrace. 

When she woke up in the morning, Yoongi was not around, a cool sensation lingered on her arms but it wasn’t the kind that caused discomfort, it made her understand why humans used ice on wounds. After breaking down last night in front of the man she had sworn to kill, she felt the pain fade and dull in a manner that fomentation with ice could only do. His words played in her head “A world of our own” he had said, no one would know if they fought or not, last night she felt a comfort she had not felt in a long time, but then again, she had not been shown kindness in a long time. It was the bare minimum on Yoongi’s part, she brushed it off as basic courtesy, as for what he said, she would give him an answer once her wounds healed. In the words of the human philosopher, Taylor Swift “Band aids don’t fix bullet holes” and she had just endured air bombings. 

The wings took the longest to heal, it took great patience to see them come together and for the scar to disappear. She took a day for herself, tried those potato chips and almost gagged at the ridiculous amount of sugar in that litchi juice box. Given that she hated sugar so much, she figured that she would use it to address Yoongi. She was growing tired of using that Cryonovian name. She wrote him a letter that day, to be fair, she wrote him at least thirty but sent only one. 

“Dear Yoongi, Yoongi, Suga,

What happened between us, nothing happened betw Maybe it is easier for you to ask for a few moments of peace, you have not lost everything that you had known to be true about your existence or purpose. With my planet no longer existing, I have often questioned why I must still keep the promises of an extinct species, but I understand it now. You froze a man to death for some edibles, something I could never do, these humans, they are so fragile… they need my protection, I must protect them from people like you who simply take and take and take. You took my home and my love, you are taking from these people too. I may not be strong enough to defeat you yet, but I will never stop trying, so long as humans can see that I am good and you are not, I will fight. When next we speak it will be as rivals.”

They did meet as rivals again. High above in the sky, a crimson winged fairy fought a white haired cryokinesis wielding assassin. With new found motivation coursing through her veins, she fought Yoongi. A part of her acted impulsively, filled with denial for finding comfort in his arms. She was relentless in her rain of energy on his figure. She knew that she was doing better than she ever had, she might just win, maybe she would mock him too. Let him live to be defeated again. Make a spectacle out of him like he did everytime. She allowed herself a small glance at the crowd gathered below that cheered for her today. That believed in her after so long. Only… they didn’t. They hated her for doing well against the mysterious bad boy villain with ice powers. They hated her for trying. They hated her no matter what she did. A sudden sense of despair consumed her, making her mind go numb, a window that Yoongi used to gain the upper hand. He had not intended to hit her heart, he aimed for her arm, he watched with dread filled eyes as her unconscious body started falling through the air. In his panic and desperation he reached out his hand to hold her, letting her survive that fall. Losing control of his powers in his state of distress he watched the icicle impale her heart in horror. The screaming of the crowd died down and the sound that echoed in his head over and over was the thud that had accompanied Y/n’s fall. He had killed her.

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journal.

so yeah, I might just start using this blog like a journal and put down random writing here too. :)

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Of Gods and Men.

A/N: Did I resume the habit of starting 50 different series and never completing a single one? yes. Do I promise to complete at least 3 this time around? Also yes.

Genre: angst, sci-fi

Pairings: ??? X reader

this absolute mess of a series is also dedicated to @cosmostae for always believing in me and constantly inspiring me even when my ideas were downright a steaming pile of shit.

It was a strange little thing, I held it in my hand, examining it over and over. I found it laughable how grand structures like buildings had not survived the war but somehow this ancient form of documentation had, but then again, I suppose that is just how the world works. Wars are waged, blood spills, people and die and the only thing to forever remind everyone of the trauma are the written documents that people leave behind. Somehow, their words become our reality of the past and I find it comical because I still lie to my diary to make myself feel better. The paper is browning, the cover is ripped and the initials of my psychopath of a great aunt glare at me. Begging to be read. If only she could see the world now, her prejudiced heart would break. We are no longer at war, peace never really prevailed, but I do know that what we did achieve in those fleeting moments was exhaustion. All of us were exhausted and it did not take long for both parties to realize that they could never live without the other. With a shaking hand and great trepidation I flipped open the diary. The diary that detailed the perils of man wanting to play gods despite being tainted with their follies.

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27th June, 2027 Wednesday

Last night Y/n ran out late at night and a thousand butterflies exploded in my stomach. She has never really looked at me and maybe I am just a pathetic man, writing about my ardent love for a person who does not even believe the word itself to be true. She never really cared much about things that make one human, sickness, feelings even burnout aren't things she allows herself to experience. Never had I seen her that happy as I did when she ran out last night. The sound of her thrilled giggles softly reached my ears, wafting through the air like the melody from Orpheus’ lyre. The android that she had spent years working on stood in a tranquil trance at the charging point, it was going to change lives and one look at it, told me that somehow it knew that too. Admittedly, it was not a very grand feat given that I had just replaced my old one for a newer model. On certain occasions I feel an immense gratitude towards myself for replacing that old machine, especially when the new one always remembers that I like chocolate syrup on my pancakes and not maple syrup. I don’t see why Y/n would spend so many hours, days, months and years working on a machine that she will let go of quicker than me. She would never be content with the machine, and this pitiable scrap of metal and electricity will never be enough for her, it is a good thing they cannot feel, I would never know the pain of being treated is incomplete and faulty for my whole life and then being tossed aside for another imperfect scrap of metal. Peering into the smooth expanse of the android, I marvel at the detailed articulation of it’s eyebrows and jaw, it can do more than just talk! Never before had I seen a robot frown or smile, and the precision with which each joint was covered in perfect silicone skin. Maybe it truly was a marvel and I just did not have the intellect to completely comprehend it’s usefulness. With awe filled in my heart I had fallen asleep.

This morning Y/n showed another emotion. The anguished cry of a mother losing her creation to a realm from where nothing ever comes back. A file lay splayed across the floor, her android had to be destroyed. It was deemed an abomination, too powerful, too human. It felt, it thought and it had creativity. For a moment reading that file made the AI appear more human than it’s creator. Y/n held the android for the last time before they would inevitably come to take it from her, that is another strange thing that dictates my world. The people who make these decisions are hardly ever qualified to make them. For Zeus with his lightning could have only held jealousy for Prometheus that gave warmth and light to man. She knew what she had created. It had not even lived for a day and now it would die, somewhere I believed that it knew that too. The way Y/n clinged to the metal skeleton and the way she must have kept herself from falling apart all through the night, till this very moment. I had brought her coffee and run her errands all these years, even beared the look she gave me, the look that told me what she really thought of me; a stupid rich boy with no scientific knowledge abusing his privilege to intern at a grandiose and elaborate laboratory such as this, but then again, that is all I just was.

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I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU. OMG... THIS REBLOG MADE MY DAY. I am so happy that you liked my writing and this AU, the crackheadedness will commence properly when we get into the powers. THIS WAS REALLY JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A MINDNUMBING AND RANDOM FIC BUT WHILE WRITING IT I GOT SERIOUS. ALSO EVEN THO I DID IMPLY THAT JIMIN IS DEAD THERE MAY BE CHANCES OF HIS RETURN BECAUSE LOVE TRIANGLES>>>>>>>>

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FUTURE UPDATES GIVEN THAT YOU ARE MY SOURCE OF MAJOR INSPIRATION!! I LOVE YOU!!!

papilionem

A/N: I know I said no to fanfics but @cosmostae is really good at persuading and inspiring. So this one is for them! UwU NOT PROOF READ!

GENRE: Crack, Yandere, Fluff, Angst

SUMMARY: The city is plagued with super humans that abuse their paranormal abilities and it is up to an alien fairy to save the innocent citizens.

PAIRINGS: Superhero!Fem!reader x Yandere!Super villain!Min Yoongi

Prologue

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A/N: I know I said no to fanfics but @cosmostae is really good at persuading and inspiring. So this one is for them! UwU NOT PROOF READ!

GENRE: Crack, Yandere, Fluff, Angst

SUMMARY: The city is plagued with super humans that abuse their paranormal abilities and it is up to an alien fairy to save the innocent citizens.

PAIRINGS: Superhero!Fem!reader x Yandere!Super villain!Min Yoongi

Prologue

Your planet was on red alert, the sirens blaring and abject chaos amongst the citizens. The mission was in danger. After 300 light years of the intergalactic Cold war the planet of Cryonova had struck on Earth. The inhabitants of the planet had sent their champion assassin along with a group of extremely dangerous creatures from their allied planets. It was a sacred task given to your planet of protecting Earth from the Supreme Star that was now a super nova, naturally the other planets were not very pleased with this decision and the seeds of envy soon led to an arm’s race and now to a full fledged war. Your allies had long abandoned you over their greed for more power. As icicles rained over your planet from the sky, impaling people, killing people in scores, you tried your best to shut it all out as you ran through the streets to the HQ, your people needed you and you would be damned if you didn’t do your best to save them. 

The natural pink atmosphere of your planet was turning purple, slowly taken over by blue and white, the force field that had protected you for so long shattered as you watched your people being murdered, frozen to death. Your species could never survive the cold that the Cryogenics rained down on your planet. The warmth of the HQ was a welcome stimuli on the cold expanse of your skin. The papilionem at the reception let out a sigh of relief upon seeing you, worry soon took over her features as she rushed to your side. “This is not fair! It was never supposed to be like this. I cannot believe how they can ask this of you.” She whispered, eyeing the crimson tint on your butterfly wings. “You forget, I was never meant to live a life of peace, unlike you I did not have the privilege of a home or family. I was created to be a weapon and that is the only purpose I must serve.” You said as you climbed the glass staircase to meet with the band of Philosophers. Each step sounded against the surface and bounced off the walls, each step that took you closer to your death and fulfilling your one purpose. As you pressed your palm against the smooth surface of the large wooden doors to the meeting room, the receptionist grabbed your arm and pulled you back, searching your face for any sign of grief, her eyes pleading you to turn back. The next words that left her lips should have been enough to crumble your resolve and deter you, but being the descendant of the monarchial family that ruled the planet before the revolution, you could not ignore your duty. Your family was bound by a blood oath to protect the planet, no matter the cost. She parted her lips and let out a soft plea, “You knew of your duty and yet you allowed yourself to fall in love my brother. If for nothing else, stay with him. Stay with us in these last moments.” A single tear rolled down her cheek as she fell to the floor on her knees, her hands let go of you in favor of covering her face as she cried. You didn’t dare utter a word, tears of your own threatening to spill as you entered the room. 

The Philosophers had an air of calm around them, their eyes holding the knowledge of a thousand scriptures. Their words always controlled and calculated. The pristine white wing never fluttered and stayed absolutely still as the stayed seated in their tranquil positions when you entered the room. Looking at them you could barely tell there was a massacre right outside their room. Books littered the floor, the only visible sign of their panic. “There is no time. You need to leave now.” One of them said. You nodded your head, ready to take off and defend your planet from the sky. The chances of survival were close to none but you would fight those demons till your last breath. As if reading your thoughts, the Philosopher spoke again. “You must leave for Earth immediately.” Your brows knit together as a frown settled onto your features. “Earth?” Your voice echoed in the silent room, intimidating you in the presence of such silence. “The mission is more important than our planet. You must leave to protect Earth. We have our troops to take care of things here.” Another Philosopher explained, placing his book on the table. “But I have been trained to-” Before you complete your statement, the Philosopher that held a pen in his hand suddenly pushed himself off his seat, his wings tinging red and fluttering slightly.”And who exactly imparted that training?! Your services are not needed on this planet right now!” His voice boomed. You pursed your lips and nodded slightly, “I understand.” 

The vessel ejected with a great force, pushing it’s way through the fluttering of the troubled citizens and the atmosphere, rushing into the vast galaxy. Once out of your planet’s atmosphere, you finally allowed yourself to breakdown. You promised yourself that you would come back for your lover and your planet. You prayed that the troops manage to survive till then and that he would survive the dropping temperatures. Your vessel slowed down a little as it contiued on its trajectory towards Earth. You turned to allow yourself one last look at home, and how you wish you hadn’t. 

Facing your planet as it explodes into a thousand glittering particles, only you knew it was not glitter, it was ice. In a matter of seconds your home, your planet, your people were wiped out from existence. The force of the explosion was massive, shaking your vessel as it was flung along its path, concussing you. You held your head, trying your best to survive and gain control of your ship. Your tears made your vision blurry, the sound of the siren blaring and blood roaring filled your ears. You couldn’t place where the thumping came from, was it your heart or your head. Your nails dug into the leather of your seat and your lungs felt like they could collapse at any minute. The vessel burned as you entered the Earth’s atmosphere, the temperature making it hard to breathe. You quickly gulped the pill that was given to you to help you survive on Earth. Your vessel shattered, throwing you to the mossy carpet of the woods that you had landed in, The impact bruising you.You panted and gasped for air as you tried to control your breathing. Your head throbbed making it impossible to focus on anything. The sound of a twig snapping made you whip your face in it’s direction. The sight in front of you would have turned your blood cold had it not been boiling. Your racing heart screamed with an ugly mixture of anguish and rage as you concentrated energy between your palms and shot a burst of glittering dust and light at Min Yoongi, the crown prince and champion assassin of Cryonova. Till he could gather himself again you had taken off, swearing for revenge.

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2021 and hopefully this post might mean something to someone

So, I am back from the dead in a way, well I know I have been gone for wayyyyyy too long and the chances of anyone remembering me are, well, they are zero. The break I took really helped me heal from all the steaming pile of shit my life on tumblr was slowly turning into and very frankly I had no intention of coming back, but now that this post is out you can tell that I changed that decision of mine. I want to be able to write on this blog again and I want to post stories here. Not just stories but my thoughts and emotions, I just really want to start writing again.

Before I do that, again I dont know how many of you even read my work or if the people who read my work are still around to come across this post. I want to thank those of you that took the time out from your lives to read my crappy ass writing. And also to those, well, more specifically to those who stayed around for when I started posting things that were not fanfictions. Who read my stories and gave me their feedback with as much enthusiasm as they did on my fanfics. 

I will have to thank @darlingtaes for inspiring me and rekindling in me the need to share my stories. It was not anything they said, sometimes, the people you are close to just inspire you with their actions, their actions impact you and I feel that this post would not be complete without me acknowledging how their actions and lively spirit gave me the confidence to be able to post again.

If you made it this far, I have one last thing to say, I may not be writing fanfictions anymore. but I would still love it if you would enjoy the stories that I want to share,

-Annie

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The director of cybersecurity from the Electronic Freedom Foundation is offering to help women who have been threatened with compromise of their devices.

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Me, after sharing one (1) feeling with a friend:

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Please tell yourself - “I got me through whatever happens.” 

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Beauty pageant website Missosology posted a bunch of the contestants of Mister Global 2019 in their official national costume portraits. Several of them are very 👀👀🔥

And then there is this guy 🤣:

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Beauty pageant website Missosology posted a bunch of the contestants of Mister Global 2019 in their official national costume portraits. Several of them are very 👀👀🔥

And then there is this guy 🤣:

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‘ribs’ by lorde but you’re in an empty auditorium during a dream sequence, staring at the infinite rows of seats and trying to find an exit. 

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for college i want to start making chimera plushies but i cant stand the idea of cutting up a plushie..