#notdead

They sleep

Fragmented thoughts, not dead, barely conscious, away, Beyond knowledge, unknown, deep under the oceans Into the abysses, into the dark chasms In the sunken city R'lyeh, they sleep and lay.

/* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook -  Porte-mine sur carnet A6 /

Taehyung x Reader

The key question: Why?

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You turn the stove off, moving the pot aside as thunder strikes the ground outside—your ears drinking in the sound while your heart stutters at it.

Shuffling about, you open the cabinets, taking out the plates while the rain patters softly against the roof and windows. You pick up on the sound of the door being unlocked, but it is not relief that floods you.

The usual smile doesn’t slip into place as heavy, uneven footfalls fill the air, which grows thick with unease. Your fingers tighten around the knife in your hand as another thunderclap rips through the atmosphere, light flashing in the kitchen as he appears in the entryway.

Water drips onto the floor from his soaked trench coat, but his body remains seemingly untouched by the weather. Snake-like eyes meet your wide, guarded gaze as your frozen body keeps you in place, your mind screaming at you to move.

“Yo-You’re dead,” you breathe, mentally smacking yourself for stuttering as he laughs at your words, the sound of it nearly bone-rattling as your blood curdles in fear. A silence soon falls, then as he moves one step closer you manage to take a step back, thereby ceasing his movements.

“Well, darling, not everything in this world remains dead. You should’ve learned that by now,” he croons, a sickeningly sweet note to his words as a cold look swims in his eyes.

You do not question him, but you tell yourself to be ready to strike— A soft whooshing sound halts your thoughts, the knot in your stomach uncurling as your eyes meet Taehyung’s reassuring gaze for a brief moment over his shoulder—before that gaze fades. Something fatal abruptly replaces it as he focuses on Noa, his fangs flashing as his irises blur between a scarlet and green.

“Seems like the Council did a shit job at guarding your Tomb,” Taehyung quips, cracking his neck whilst not changing his position, waiting for Noa to make a move first. Noa grits his teeth but doesn’t say anything, seemingly having forgotten your presence, and you are not sure if that is a good or bad thing.

“Do I need to kill you again?” Taehyung asks as a thoughtful look crosses his features, his hand curling around your free one. He squeezes it reassuringly, as well as whispering to you not to move. Noa growls lowly but falls silent as Taehyung growls louder, his tone laced with a clear warning.

The thunder roars afterwards, which causes you to jump slightly as you make yourself smaller. Noa’s eyes light up as a final decision crosses his mind, and you feel your stomach drop with displeasure. Although you cannot see him, you can practically guess what he is going to say.

A blood-chilling glare enters his features as a bittersweet grin spreads across his lips.

HI!

So basically, I’ve been like dead since I went out to college. I know I’m supposed to be writing certain things, but I thought trying to write drabbles couldn’t hurt... until one of the drabbles became of one-shot. So yeah, I’m gonna publish it cuz it’s done. But like I’m trying to get the ideas for the other one-shots and stuff. Might have random things that have never been mentioned before and I’m sorry cuz like. Inspiration is a b with an itch right now and only working on things I don’t need it to work on. Anyways, I just made this to say I’m not dead, and I’m hopefully going to be publishing more in the coming weeks. 

turns out I still had access to this account, and quarantine-induced nostalgia finally got the better of me

hello, tumblr

I keep hearing you never truly died