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Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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today’s date is the 3rd? what’s next, the 4th? the 5th? the minor fall, the major lift? 

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[ID: a comic of two portal turrets beside each other in front of a test chamber door. turret 1 says, “I spy with my little eye …something…” A view from the turret’s perspective is shown where everything is tinted red, and she leans toward the other turret to finish saying, “RED!” turret 2 turns toward the first turret, who opens her side panels like someone shrugging after a bad joke. the portal gun crosshair icon appears underneath turret 1, followed by a blue portal. both turrets look down for a split second before turret 1 falls through the portal, yelling, “Nooo!” turret 2 shrugs and says, “I never liked her.” end ID]

oh yeah we can post these now =P my little comic for the still alive zine last year!

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fanfic writer ask game that’s definitely not an excuse for shameless self promo

rb if you want to play!

🌗 fluff or angst?

🧑 favorite character to write?

💕 favorite ship to write?

📚 favorite fandom for write for?

🍑 do you/would you write smut?

🥰 fave fic you’ve written?

🏆fic youre most proud of?

💎 fave trope to write?

🌍fave type of au to write?

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

🕶canonverse or au?

📒any fics planned?

🎤fave line in a fic you wrote?

🎁 have a quote from a WIP?

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If anyone is interested....

I did go back into my fanfiction account, please go there for all my anime related fics and just non-BTS stuff :)

You can always drop a line, I'm pretty much always around!

Link to my p r o f i l e

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Heeerrreee we goooo!!!

Part 6 is up live on my blog now!!

Please go check it out!!

Music of the Night Master List

(Still updating) 

Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing:  Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MCUniverse: Phantom of the Opera AU 

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

Genre: Fluff 🥰, Mature 🔞 , Angst  🥺

Master List | Request 

Table of Contents 

Prologue 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Posted: 01/12/2021

Chapter 5: Posted 04/29/2021

Chapter 6: Posted 02/10/2022

Chapter 7: editing

Chapter 8: writing 

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Music of the Night | 6

Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing:  Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MC

Universe: Phantom of the Opera AU

Word Count: 2,093

Genre: Fluff 🥰, Mature 🔞

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion (reader prays), stalking, slight yandere themes

Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.

Go b a c k | Turn p a g e | M.L i s t

I slowly stirred from the soft sounds that I heard and grumbled. I turned away from Jennie and asked her to please stop humming in her sleep. Jennie grumbled back at me that I was the one being annoying and making too much noise.

I sat up and turned to glare at her when my eyes landed on a figure on her side of the bed and a shrill cry left my lips. The dark figure of a man was in our bedroom and I couldn’t stop the shriek that came erupting from my throat.

Rose was up quickly and clambered after the retreating figure cloaked in black. He melded into the dark shadows of the dimly lit backstage area of the opera house. Jungkook came scrambling up to our door asking what was wrong.

“There was a man in here!” Lisa and I cried out together while we all clung to our bedmates for comfort. Some girls were crying from the fright and the rude awakening.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock as he shouted for Hoseok and Namjoon. The two older men emerged from their respective chambers blearily blinking sleep away.

Jungkook shouted at the older men and tried to find where the intruder had run off to, when they heard a door slam open. Once the older men heard the gist of the abrupt end to their slumber, Namjoon was rushing up to check on us and Hoseok was rushing out with Jungkook to try and tail the intruder.

Jennie was comforting me, telling me that if anyone could put the intruder in his place it was the pair running after him. I nodded. I knew that she was right considering the hushed rumors of the two that I had heard over the last 8 months.

I hadn’t thought to entertain them though, knowing that nothing good ever came from gossiping. I just kept my head down and worked on refining my skills and keeping my Master pleased. A thought creeped into my mind now, did Master know that there was an intruder in the opera house this morning? I had no way of knowing. Would he praise me for raising the alarm or... was that my master that I briefly saw?

I wasn’t stupid. I also heard the murmurs and hushed tales and the famed Opera Ghost. A mysterious man who often caused strange accidents (most were little pranks to get a rise out of the current leading soprano Francesca). Usually, these little pranks were coupled with a note from “OG”, it hadn’t taken long for me to put two and two together. I never brought this up to my Master, fearing he would think I believed in the gory tales that were whispered at best or acted out to frighten the rest of the chorus girls from time to time by the older, alcoholic stage hand that Jungkook worked under at worst.

Namjoon did his best to comfort us as we waited for Monsieur Hoseok and Jungkook to come back. We waited with bated breaths; eyes glued to the door frame. Jisoo and Rose had made their way to sit on the bed I shared with Jennie. We sat huddled under our blankets and leaned on one another for support. Lisa sat at the edge of the bed ready to attack should the intruder decide to come back again.

After what felt like eons, the two silhouettes of Hoseok and Jungkook filled in the door frame causing us all to relax.

“Did you find him?” Namjoon asked the question that was burning in our minds.

Hoseok shook his head, “No, he got away, we stayed out to circle around the opera house, we couldn’t find any trace of him, or of where he broke in from...” he trailed off, deep in thought.

Most of the rest of the opera house was waking up from their slumber by now, continuing to work on their projects, blissfully unaware of what had transpired. “We’re going to have to tell Jin and Yoongi,” Namjoon sighed rubbing at his temples with his slender digits from his perch on the wooden stool.

“Kookie,” Hoseok started but then paused. “Never mind, just uh,” he glanced around the room and back at the doe-eyed young man. “Just go get some breakfast, let the cook know we’ll be sending the girls down soon.”

Jungkook nodded and was off without complaint.

The rest of the day passed without incident, even the Opera Ghost didn’t come out to taunt Francesca when her singing got especially nasally. The girls were always near, Jennie and Jisoo opted to staying near me, the intruder had seemed intent on getting to me according to their version of what happened this morning.

I just couldn’t wait for night to fall for it to be time for me to meet with my Master.

Unfortunately for me, the day insisted on dragging on for some unknown reason. I did what I could to keep my mind busy and my thoughts distracted from the events of the morning. Today though, God brought me a different distraction.

“Soul-ah?” I heard the soft, curious voice from behind as I mentally ran through the steps of the dance yet again.

I turned in surprise, not paying attention to who was calling my name, “yes?”

Jimin was staring at me, eyes wide with shock. “Soul-ah!” he ran for me and lifted me into his arms easily. I was startled to say the least. My cry tore from my throat causing others to stop and stare. Jimin then seemed to remember that we weren’t alone and set me on my feet gingerly. “I didn’t mean to startle you, my apologies.” Though his eyes were alit with mischief.

I scoffed and playfully smacked on his shoulder causing others to gasp and Francesca to go red in the face. “You absolutely are the worst liar, Jiminie,” I chided.

My dongsaengs watched with interest as the banter flowed between Jimin and I easily. Monsieur Hoseok took his time making his way over. I blanched and lowered my head when I saw him from my peripherals and realized how it must look to the others.

“Soul-ah,” Hoseok’s soft voice was so gentle, “please go and practice your stances 50 times.”

I nodded and with a curtsey, excused myself to find the bar furthest from Jimin and Francesca to avoid further punishment.

“You didn’t have to send her away,” Jimin chided softly to the instructor.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t distract my dancers,” Hoseok smiled at Jimin politely.

Jimin’s eyes flashed with something and looked over Hoseok’s shoulder at the one dancer he was interested in. “She’s my noona—I haven’t seen her in 6 years.”

Hoseok’s eyes softened in understanding. That wasn’t the witty banter of lovers bumping into each other, he realized. It was the genuine reunion of siblings. “Still, there is a time and place for this kind of reunion,” Hoseok smiled clapping the younger man on his shoulder lightly. “Also, I’m not sure Francesca can stand not having your attention,” the older man added under his breath for only Jimin to hear. "You wouldn't want to cause your noona trouble, would you?"

Jimin nodded and made his way to the lead soprano to finally greet her, making sure to put in more effort today. He didn’t want his momentary lapse in judgment to cause his noona any more trouble with the lead singer especially since there were rumors that his noona would one day take her place.

After finishing my sets as Hoseok instructed, I took my place beside Jennie and we continued with practice. Hoseok watched us all closely. He was going easier on us considering the scare we all experienced this morning, but he still expected us to give our all to practice.

When the owners of the opera house had heard the news, rumors spread throughout the company quickly speculating about what this would mean. Jin and Yoongi had immediately sent out Jungkook to find some more young men that would stay watch for us to get added to the staff as stage hands. It couldn't hurt to have more eyes around, it was decided. A few hours later, Jungkook returned with two boys, Hyunjin and Han, they were introduced to the entire staff and performers. Yoongi interrogated the two to ensure they would be the right fit.

Then Jin swopped in and calmed the two young men easing their fears and they were led away by Jungkook to show them their sleeping quarters. Suddenly, it seemed that Hoseok was sending us off for dinner. I was happy to finally rest and couldn’t help the stirring butterflies that seemed to attack me now.

I ate quickly and told the girls I would be going down to pray for a few hours. They nodded and bid me a good night before giving me brief, strong hugs to send me on my way. I slowly made my way down into the chapel and lit a candle to help brighten the room a little and even said a prayer for the candle I lit.

“Angel,” his voice was clearer today.

“Master,” I beamed, the assault on my nerves deciding to finally settle at just the sound of his voice.

“I’m so glad that you’re safe,” he sounded as though he were right behind me. I nodded and clasped my hands together nervously. My senses heightened at the prospect of potentially seeing my master tonight. What a glorious end to the day that would be! I felt the smooth of fabric against my bare arm and stilled at the contact and then relaxed, knowing that my Master would never hurt me.

I took deep steadying breaths and turned quickly to look behind me to be met with the cold unfeeling stone wall. My heart sank. “Master?” I called out, the hurt clear in my voice.

“Today is not the day, My Angel,” he sounded further away again. Much like the distant deity that I thought him to be once more.

I couldn’t stop the cries that came then. I fell to my knees and cried at his rejection. I prayed that The Merciful Lord would reach down and smite me to end the pain. The torment and stress I had carried in my body all day finally broke me and I sat there in a crumpled heap, crying.

I didn’t hear his footsteps like I sometimes thought I could faintly hear in the past. I just felt strong arms and his distinct scent encircling me and pulling me close.  I clung onto him desperate to revel in at least this. Man, or ghost, I no longer cared. It was him. He was the one who inspired my voice and helped me to fly like I did was all that mattered to me. I didn’t try to turn to look upon his face again afraid that whatever dream my mind had concocted would end once again.

“Take all the time you need,” he hummed in my ear as he rocked me in his lap.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, or how long it took for my sobs to die down. All the while, he stroked my hair and held me close against his chest, calming me and giving me all the comfort and support that I needed to slowly build myself up again. I studied the sleeves of the coat that he wore now that my tears had stopped.

The cloth was fine, the weave was intricate. When the light of the candle caught the fabric just right, parts of it shone revealing a subtle pattern.  I took deeper and deeper breaths trying to memorize the scent of the man wrapped around me. “Take me with you,” I suddenly asked. “Wherever you go during the day, let me be part of that world.”

There was a soft sigh behind me. “You already are,” he hummed I felt him press me closer to his chest. “You need to sleep pet,” he softly reminded.

I nodded and reluctantly allowed him to detach himself from me. I waited until I was sure that he had left so that I could say my prayers and made my way slowly up the steps to the bed chambers. Han was at the door and allowed me to pass by wishing me a good night.

I thanked him and slipped through the door shutting it behind me. I fought sleep as I changed into my night shift after shutting the door softly and landed on the bed to let sleep take me. The crying took more out of me than I thought possible and the next thing I knew, I was in dream land.

Go B a c k | Turn P a g e | M. L i s t

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know it's been a while since my last post! But there is still more to come!

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A small amount of progress is still progress.

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Back at it again

honestly how it feels sometimes when it comes to editing... but i'll be online for a few submit something or chat me up!

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I feel so accomplished today. Oh my goodness. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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I wrote 2.234 words today and edited for an hour. Be proud of me pls

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Hey! I saw one of your posts on my feed, I think it is something about "gas station saviours"? I noticed there wasn't any like "keep reading" line so I had to scroll a lot just to see the next posts. This is me respectfully asking if you could add the "keep reading" line to your longer posts so that others wont have a hard time scrolling. With this aside, I saw you write some bts fics and I would like to sincerely thank you for contributing and making the bts fanfic library more diverse. Thank you for your hard work! Fighting ✊✊!

Hi there Anon! (Wow I took a long break there from this blog)

Thanks so much for bringing this to my attention in a kind way! I hadn’t realized that I posted the fic without the cut! 🙈 I edited it today so thanks for telling me.

I hope you have a great day!

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I’m feeling some typa way rn

Just wanna drown my sorrows in a bottle.

Too bad the cup is empty.

Too bad my head is filled with you

Too bad we couldn’t work this out

And too bad that you lost me, too.

I can’t help but think about our last time together.

If you knew it was the last would you have held on a little tighter, a little longer?

We were never friends, and we were hardly lovers.

So why does it feel like you’ve taken the moon, the stars and all the colors?

I just want it to stop

I want this pain to end.

Why couldn’t you look at me like you looked at her back then?

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Or

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Here we go again!

Going to try writing again tonight! Someone parked in my spot so i'm gonna have to move my car later... I hope I don't fall asleep in the meantime.

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Domestic Bliss

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 486 

Summary: Just some fluffy fluff with our World Wide Handsome man. 

A/N: Editing for my main story right now is coming to a close, I should be posting within the next week. But I found this little drabble in some notes I came across and I thought I’d share this with everyone. 

All my love, 

Soul 

“Jagi~” Seokjin called out for me.  

“Neh~” I answered from my place in the tub.  

“Are you done yet?” he asked. “You’ve been in there for over an hour,” he sounded concerned.  

I laughed lightly, “I think I need help standing up,” I answered.  

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” he chided coming into the bathroom with a click of his tongue.  

“The water was still warm,” I hummed.  

He rolled his eyes while smiling and getting my towel off the hook, “you’re so silly. But now you’re cold,” he pouted at me. “And that means the baby is cold~”  

“I know~” I fake cried.  

He snorted and pulled the drain to let the water go.  

“It’s cold,” I whined again, my teeth were chattering a little.

“You should have called for me while the water was still warm,” he reminded. I nodded and studied his face. I was so proud of him, his hair was that platinum blonde that I loved so much on him.  

He had been blankly staring into the water while the water drained. He turned to me, “what?” he smiled.  

“I’m just so glad that you love me,” I answered with a shy smile.  

He beamed back at me proudly being the pompous overzealous man, he always was. “Oh really?” He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss. I nodded and leaned over the side of the tub to be closer to him, while we waited for the water to drain more. He butt his head against mine and gave me a cute smile. “Is that what you think about when you stare at me like that?” he asked, curious.  

I blinked. Did I look at him like that often? “I just think about all that you’ve accomplished. I’m so proud of you, and all you’ve done. You’ve grown so much, and I feel blessed to be among those that you love,” I answered, looking back at him.  

He had one of those love-struck smiles plastered across his face, “you need to stop being so cute,” he chastised.  

“No~ cause then you’ll go find a cuter wife,” I joked.  

He shook his head. “you’re the best there is. No one could ever compare to you.” It was my turn to blush then and he only smiled more leaning in to steal another kiss. When the tub was half full he held his hand out for me to grab onto. “Not too fast, okay?” he held onto my hand firmly as I did my best to stand up in the tub.  

“Thank you,” I said as he wrapped me up in my towel and carried me out to our bedroom. He sat me on the bed and helped me dress and even started to help me dry my hair. “Yah~” I blushed. “I can do it.”  

“No no,” he answered smiling back at me. “Let me pamper you while I’m home.”