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[ondiitas]

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[akiwsstuff]

[dxzzling-nana]

⠀꒰ ♡𝅄 ۫꒱⠀𝗆𝗈͜𝗈͜𝖽𝖻͜𝗈͜𝖺͜𝗋𝖽 ﹙𝟫𝟫.﹚♡𝆬 ꤮ ꯭᥉᥆꯭ꫝ꯭ᧉᧉ꯭ . .  ᨳ

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[witchthewriter]

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉  𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

Personalised story for @leniabranch. Pairing: Otto Hightower x Lenia Branch Word Count: 3k Warnings: don’t read if you’re under 18!

The sun was nearly in bed by the time you finished your dance. The faces of the guests were compelled. Their attention nowhere else but the two of you.

Your performance was answered with a standing ovation. The lords and ladies who had sent their children to learn from you clapped in amazement. Now they understood why your family was asked to stay in court.

Your talent was unprecedented.

It brought even the most stoic to emotion.

And your family, always your biggest supporters, couldn’t stop their whistles and cheers.

 Otto spun you once more, then ever so slowly turned you to face him. Your eyes meeting. Seeing one another in a different light. Husband. Wife.

Spouses.

Married until the end of your days. This was the man you were supposed to be with, and by the gods above, you were granted your wish. How did a meeting underneath an apple tree come to this?

In your bones you could feel how soft this moment was, as the eyes of your guests gazed upon you with admiration and some with envy.

 But there was one thing that no one could deny – the two of you were in love. 

                                                      -✶-

The feast was extraordinary. 

   Platters upon platters of food were brought to each table, and there wasn’t an empty cup to be found. Lamb, pig, pigeon, fish, roasted vegetables, freshly baked bread, soup, and even dessert was served all at once. You thought it would be a fun surprise for the children to eat sweets before their dinner.

     On the wedding table, you sat on a long bench in the middle with your husband. Sanah was next to you and your parents after her. Alicent was on Otto’s other side, with Viserys, and Rhaenyra. You could feel the tension, but for the sake of royal appearances, Rhaenyra had agreed. She liked your family anyway, both sides brought a light to King’s Landing that was not there before.

  Everyone remained sitting for the food, a hushed filled silence roaming over the room. Comments and remarks were exchanged, most about the wedding. Some about Alicent and Rhaenyra, but mostly it was about the match between a young Branch and the Hand of the King.

   You didn’t mind the chatter. It was harmless. Mostly it gave the young ladies hope that they could acquire a better standing in life. But that wasn’t your aim with Otto. It never was. All you ever wanted was his love. Not his money nor power. Those meant nothing if you couldn’t share it with those you cared for. And maybe it was in your genes; you were creative, rather than ambitious and cunning.

      And maybe that’s why some guests were envious. Their goals would never be met because of themselves.

    It didn’t take long for the young ones to start wriggling from their mother’s grips. Children as young as three were itching to be on the dance floor. And as soon as they got to the empty space, they made everyone laugh. Their innocent antics gave everyone entertainment.

  Then the older children started to dance; twirling each other around, getting jealous when the older boys danced too long with one girl. 

   You could see Elrie waited patiently for someone to ask her to dance. Your heart was crumbling when girl after girl was picked. But like the chivalrous man he was, Ormund got up from his seat, his cloak trailing after him.

  You saw the glint in Sanah’s eyes. They truly were the perfect match.

  As Ormund bowed to Elrie, and offered his hand, she hesitated. And then without needing a nudge, she grinned and placed her own in his. Even at a young age she was figuring out how to be graceful. But she wore her emotions too readily. 

   Truth be told, it was odd to see a six foot man dancing amongst a crowd of children, but it showed the type of family that the Branches and their daughters had created.

   It wasn’t long before King Viserys became contentedly tipsy.

He merrily talked the ear off of anyone and everyone (most were happy to be in his royal highness’ presence). Although you did worry if the King and your father started speaking to one another, the other would try to outtalk the other.

  Maybe it was the drink, but Darick had mustered up the courage to ask Princess Rhaenyra to dance … in front of Viserys … and everyone in attendance.

    Out of grace, or because she genuinely wanted to, Rhaenyra accepted. The pair joined the children on the dance floor, Rhaenyra’s skirts floating around her as Darick moved her about, gently spinning and twirling the white-haired Targaryen. They do look like a good match, you thought. Although it would never be approved. Darick wasn’t apart of a major House.

   Albeit your thoughts, it was a lovely sight; and you could tell that Darick was growing into a man. He hadn’t brought his sketchbook with him, like he had at Sanah’s wedding. It said a lot. Darick was much more confident than he was.

  In your line of vision, a hand you knew well was outstretched before you, and with glee you grabbed your father’s massive hand.

  Kormiel led you onto the floor, twirling you with one arm, he swept you close and rested his chin on your head. For a few sways you clung to your father like a child. The warmth, the protection of him. You knew it well.

  How many times had you ran to your father, waiting to jump into his arms? On your best days and your worst, he was always there. The best father a child could wish for.

   “I love you Lenia and wish you nothing but happiness for the rest of your days,” he mumbled in your ear.

And that’s when you realised that you were no longer a Branch.

 You couldn’t help the stray tear that ran down your cheek.

                                                          -✶-

The hall was a mass of people, all smiling and giddy.

Otto had ordered the best wine (yes, because it was his second and last wedding. But also he wanted to show off to his older brother – not that he’d ever admit it.) And everyone was immensely grateful. For they were drunk off the best tasting liquor in the Seven Kingdoms.

Onatah couldn’t stop looking at you with such happiness. She was as happy as her own wedding day, even happier. You were her firstborn, and to think, married to the Hand of the King. What an honour you had brought to your family.

And your father was surrounded by men, all you could hear was his giant laugh.

You felt a hand on your arm and looked to see Sanah smiling completely happy and utterly joyful. But something was amiss with her, you could tell. And she hadn’t been drinking as much as she usually would. Finding Ormund’s gaze, you gave him a knowing look and he bowed his head.

 They wouldn’t announce it today. Nor tomorrow, you thought to yourself. Because you knew Sanah and Ormund wanted Otto and yourself to be the news. Not them, or the baby that was growing in your sister’s stomach.

                                                       -✶-

Revelry, it was utter and complete revelry.

   Who would have thought after a few flagons of wine the Hightowers could be … fun? (Well, not by Manfri standards, but they did become a lot more loose). Instead of the cold stares or unnerving glances, they were now smiling. In truth, their smiles did look a bit odd… maybe that’s why they didn’t. Or maybe they hadn’t smiled in so long that their faces weren’t used to those muscles being used. Either way, the Hightowers were enjoying themselves.

   Shoes had been kicked off, and bare feet spun on the cold stone floor as the band played merry tunes.

  The night had come upon you but it was of no consequence; golden light surrounded everyone. In the hall it looked as if a rainbow had been personified. Candles upon candles had been brought in and lit, even the Manfri’s had contributed to it. With them, they brought geometric shaped glass that had many colours, and when the candle was lit inside, an array of colour bounced off the walls.

  The downside was that everyone was drenched in sweat. But that was of no matter, all one had to do was drink more wine and the dampness was forgotten.

  Otto had never been this happy, not since the day his children were born. And his offspring were in attendance as well. Not just Alicent, but Gwayne. The relationship between Otto and his son was strained, even more so than with Alicent. Gwayne was a serious fellow, who decided to keep guard this night instead of revel with the party goers. You did not take offense, and Otto only nodded that it was good he was doing his duty.

  However, as you located the young Queen, she was smiling. With a shine in her eyes, Alicent was clapping along with the music, watching the revellers as they danced and danced.

  You now had a new role. Not as wife, but as mother. Albeit step-mother, you knew what kind of motherly figure you wanted to be. Someone kind, caring; a person who others could come to if they needed.

  Hopefully you would be a person Alicent could fully trust.

                                                           -✶-

As the music slowed, Otto made his way down the short stairs and onto the dance floor.

  “May I?” He asks your father. So much is behind that question. It isn’t just, ‘may I dance with your daughter,’ no. 

It’s, ‘May I take her,’ ‘May she be mine?’, ‘May Lenia change from a Branch to a Hightower.’ There’s so much. And you can see it, as does Otto and your father.

You slid your hand into his, your own way of saying, ‘Yes, I am now yours.’

Your heart still raced. After all this time.

    After years of pining and yearning. It wasn’t a fantasy that was all in your head. Otto had felt the same way since the beginning.

  Today something new grew inside you – a light, a warm hope. You didn’t think it possible, but somehow you felt stronger than you did before. Maybe it was because you knew Otto would take care of you no matter what.

  As your father passed you over to Otto, he kissed the side of your head and went to find Onatah. Who, for once in her life, was not being clung to by a child.

  Even though years had passed, their love remained as strong as ever. True love that lasted the ages.

     You hoped for that.

  Otto frowned down at you, wondering where your mind was. But as soon as he tracked where your eyes lingered, he understood.

 “It is said that true love never fades,” his gravelly voice made you smile. A logical and stoic man, you didn’t think he was one for poetry.

   “I believe it,” you said and glanced back at your husband, whose eyes held so much within them. Love, devotion, happiness and … hunger.

You knew what he was thinking about. The bedding ceremony. Although you knew there would be none – Otto wouldn’t allow it. He was the only person allowed to see you in that way.

 Plus he knew the tradition was started by lust-filled kings and horny lords. It was no true tradition. Even Good Queen Alysanne did not make her daughter Daella present in the bedding ceremony. Therefore, Otto would not do it to you.

It was difficult knowing that in only a few hours you two would be alone. And as husband and wife, you could do anything you pleased. The thoughts made his cock twitch, and Otto knew he’d have to think about something different otherwise he would ruin the wedding with his stiff cock.

So, Otto looked to his family and instantly all sexual desire ceased. He could think normally again. All the while, your head was rested on his chest, and you swayed back and forth. Letting the music guide you; taking in the moment with your new husband.

                                                            -✶-

This night, you were never left alone. Everywhere you turned there was someone waiting for you. It was the obvious usual congratulations; hands grabbing your own, or touching your face in awe.

 You had countless compliments on your beauty as well as your dance. It moved many, and intrigued the rest. Who had taught you to move in such a way? How long have you been dancing for? Otto looked like he absolutely adored it. The comments flooded you but it was hard to focus. All you could do was watch as the same happened to Otto, but you knew whatever was said had an underlying sense of politics.

This would be your life now. Maybe not so much attention, but eyes would be upon you. As a wife to the Hand of the King, you would now have a lot of sway with others at court.

Influence.

Not only did you hold an honourable teaching position as a dancer, but now you have so much more … authority.

Would this change how your family see you? You were hoping not. You couldn’t bear if your family felt odd around you. It would crush you.

                                                          -✶-

When children started to fall asleep in their parents’ arms, and drunken couples stumbled their way to somewhere (sort of) private, you realised that it was time to leave. The candles were still burning, but the night grew late. The sun would rise again in only a few hours.

Lucieth, Elrie and the other young children had been taken to bed by the servants. Letting the adults revel in their allotted time. A reprieve to some, but others followed suit and wanted to rest.

The time had come for you to leave. And although you didn’t have to travel far,  everyone stood at the hall’s doors, making a tunnel exit for the two of you. Arms stretched in an oval, touching the person’s who was on the opposite side, you weren’t expecting such a send-off.

With whoops and shouts of glee, you held your new husband’s hand and walked underneath the arms of your loved ones. You could feel the love being sent your way; tears in your mother’s eyes, and Sanah at the end of the line, waiting for you.

Sanah’s lips were nearly pressed against your year as she told you about the babe in her belly. No one else would know what she whispered, but you. As you had suspected, she hadn’t wanted to take the attention away from your day. It was yours.

Kormiel and Onatah were the last people in the line, and when Otto stood in front of your father, his face changed to fake concern.

   “Now, you better look after my daughter, Otto Hightower.”

“I wouldn’t treat her any other way,” the Hand’s reply made your father smile. Your mother was still teary-eyed, even though your aunts were clustered behind her.

  “It’s okay mama,” you hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek as you let go. But that only made her crying worsen.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, really-“

With a kiss on both your and Otto’s cheeks, Sanah, Ormund and both your families waved you off.

                                                             -✶-

The walk to Otto’s, and now your, chamber was exhilarating. It felt as if there were eyes upon you, but there was no one to be seen. Non other than the guards. They could’ve been stone for all you knew – they didn’t move an inch.

Otto had looped an arm through your own, his other hand fumbling with something in his pocket. You didn’t notice however, only let the wine do what it intended, and made you feel like you were walking on air.

The steps to his room felt like they went on forever, but the promise of … more kept you wide awake.

Reaching his chamber doors, he halted in front of them and let go of your arm. Otto took the box from his pocket and cleared his throat.

   “Lenia. My wife-“ he paused and gave you a humble smile. For a moment you thought he had lost his thoughts, because all he did was stare into your eyes.

But with a quirk of your eyebrow, he was brought back to this moment.

  “I got you something, a token. Something to remember our wedding day.”

Your heart beat quickened, but only in excitement and anticipation.

With awfully slow movement, he opened the green velvet box to reveal a golden oval pendant with an emerald stone in the middle. It wasn’t like the necklaces that the ladies at court wore. Instead, it was a unique piece that you knew Otto had put a lot of thought into.

 “May I?” He asked, as he removed the pendant from the box. You nodded.

The gold chain felt cold around your neck, but hung perfectly, right underneath your neck. You flipped it over and inscribed were the words, “Forever,” along with the date.

With a smile, you flung your arms around your husband and gave him a deep kiss.

Pulling away you said, “you do know that anniversaries are going to be so much difficult for you now.”

  “How so?” He replied with a mirrored smile.

“You’re going to have to be even more impressive every time.”

He chuckled, low and deep. A writhing feeling erupted in your groin, and you knew what was to come next.

 Almost reading your mind, he opened the doors and led you into the room.

You were taken aback. It was completely transformed into a romantic setting.

The fire was dully roaring, candles were lit, giving the room a warm glow. The bathing chamber was like this also. With a hot bath awaiting. Rose petals littered the ground, with wine and two chalices placed on a table near the hearth.

You began to feel hot … and bothered. You wanted your dress off, and to be mounted.

Otto looked at you with lust filled eyes and a sly grin formed on his lips.

   “On the bed, my wife.”

[acourtofthought]

I chuckled reading your last anon response, as a gywnriel and elucien I too cringe when I read super cheesy headcanoms, mostly because elriels are so cheesy, I don't want casual readers grouping us with elries. Don't get me wrong, I hope for some sweet, meaningful moments, these are romance books after all but my gooooood, have you read some of the things elriels write; I get second hand embarrassent - like there's cute and romantic and then there's straight up cringey, creepy and cheesy. Also, I hate HATE how they've literally rewritten Azriels personality and turned Elain as a damsel in distress, whos only purpose is to cater Azriel. Like, do they not see that the female is the prize not the male? Like as of right now, Azriel isn't good enough for anyone until he works on himself.

I keep trying to put into words what's "cheesy" versus romantic and I'm struggling to do it because it really is just a feeling when it happens. Where you do want to cover your eyes, groan and look away because it's so corny. SJMs couples have their romantic moments but they usually read as sweet and playful or sarcastic and loving. And they're never out of character for the couple. Like, the way the characters present themselves to others is not drastically different from the way the couple is behind closed doors (i.e., Az is sort of closed off to everyone on a regular basis so it's difficult for me to imagine him writing poetry and being a sappy puppy dog behind closed doors). Rhys is playful and suggestive towards Feyre whether it's in front of everyone or just the two of them. And Nesta is the kind to lovingly smack Cassian on the side of the head in front of the group or when they're alone. I like your comment that "the female is the prize, not the male." That's the point of books targeted at a female audience. We want the female to be the one who is worshipped for her bravery, her strength, her beauty (because to him she's always the most beautiful thing), her intelligence, and so on. I definitely don't want to read about a fantasy heroine whose purpose in the book is to cater to the whims to the male. Equals? Sure. But not where he gets to overshadow her value and E/riels seem to turn Elain into Azriel's permanent sidekick, and beyond that, the female to show him the soft, gentle love the sad lonely boy needs. I really dislike the idea that her love is what will show him his worth. That by her choosing him, he'll finally feel good enough. Also, I think E/riels fail to remember some important information about Az: He may have said this: "We're born hearing the song of the wind."

And: "They pull people together. And bring them joy. They are a time to pause and reflect and gather, and those are never bad things." Which sound poetic and meaningful but......... "You get used to the wording, he'd told me earlier. How often did he have to remind himself to use such words? Did "we" and "our" and "us" taste as foreign on his tongue as they did mine?" II don't really know where I fit in anymore." "I've been alive almost five and a half centuries, and I'm not sure of that either," Azriel said. "The Illyrians are pieces of shit." "Because Rhys wants me here. It'd hurt him if I didn't come." Az talks about "we" and "them" but if I'm correctly reading what SJM is telling us, Az doesn't really include himself in those statements. The Illyrians might have been born hearing the song of the wind but it sounds more like Az is parroting back something he's heard and not telling Elain something he feels. He also talks about the joy of holidays but again, he's only there because it means something to Rhys, not because he feels joy over the holiday. All these things that make Az so sweet in their minds and such a good match for Elain don't actually seem to describe Az at all, it's just Az applying knowledge that he's learned from watching others to the situation. At times, Az scares Rhys. At times he scares Feyre. And we know his actions have scared Mor. Cassian says Az is closed off, that he and Rhys have never been able to get him to open up and Az himself admits to not really knowing who he is. He admits to Elain not knowing who he is. This is not a male anyone can fall in love with right now because he doesn't even know himself and the things he does know of himself (the darkness inside of him) he struggles to accept. So all the E/riel moments they like to use feel fake because soft, gentle and poetic Az doesn't seem like the real Az to me. I'm not sure who Az will be once SJM gives him his healing arc but I don't think it's going to look like the version E/riels have created in their minds. They've created a romance between two characters when neither Az or Elain really knows who they are right now.

[silksworn]

❛ those who took up arms against me will be thrown down, & humbled, & destroyed. ❜ | from elrys 1

❛ ⸻ 🕸️ ₊ ⊹ @belmorvejes | 𝐅���𝐑𝐄 & 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐒𝐋𝐘 thing, curled thing, pleased at the edges, thins Iraestra's mouth. She considers the map beneath her fingers. Her index and middle digits make a meandering path from Dragonstone all the way to Asshai, the travel of months and years taking mere moments. An undertaking done together, she would remind him without words.

"As is the only correct answer to such foolishness," she agrees easily enough. "A lesson may never be learned if the instructor is soft in the education." She is too practiced at deception to let her spine straighten or turn too quickly to face him. No guilt will be admitted, verbally or otherwise, for no crime has yet to be enacted. Merely wonderings, merely thoughts. The whispers have yet to become louder than even murmurs. Let this conversation similarly linger in the theoretical for as long as it may. Her thoughts are her own; he does not use the Gift as he might if their shared blood flowed thicker. Still, that does not mean he is not as shrewd as he is clever and cruel. "Thankfully, it would seem our Golden neighbors have taken it quite to heart for the moment. They enjoy cowering so.

“…Unless, of course, there is new reason to worry?” At last she rises to greet him, eyes downturned momentarily in respect before she looks upon him fully. “Emperor-cousin, it has been too long. If there is need of my sisters or myself, we will readily answer any call.”

[reliul]

Tunneling (WIP Novel)

(This whole post will be from the perspective of me, the author, and not Reliul)

Hiya! I'll get right into it.

Tunneling is my in-progress fantasy/soft sci-fi novel, of which I am currently on the second draft. It takes place in the Universe of Elrys (link will be made once I get a post written up), if you were wondering, and there is a good deal of worldbuilding (universebuilding?) already done for that.

But you want to hear about the book itself; I can feel it through the screen.

Tunneling is the tentative name for a book in the also tentatively-named Seven Forces series. It is the first of five books in the first series, which will be followed by three in the sequel series set ~45 years after.

The series is mainly fantasy, but it also features some sci-fi concepts and technologies, especially the closer one looks at the lore side of things. The basic idea that inspired me to make the universe was what if there were seven fundamental forces to reality, and each had its own magic system?

Tunneling, like the four books that follow it, is named for one of the forces, which is based off quantum tunneling. If you know anything about it, you might be able to guess that this magic system is heavily teleportation-based, though with a cold bucket of probability and quantum weirdness poured over its head.

Now to the book itself, haha. You know, only the point of this post. It begins on Earth with a college-aged girl (well, unless you consider the prologue), then quickly expands to magic, another planet, and talking hawks.

Here's a very early version of what could be a back-of-the-book blurb.

In her first year of college, Sarah gets launched into the magical side of the universe when her father gets kidnapped by malignant forces. Elsewhere, on a far away planet dominated by those who can manipulate gravity itself, a girl named Lontm finds the window to her prison shattered one night. She befriends the culprit, only to discover that it is being hunted by a mysterious group more powerful than she can imagine. Fate takes hold of the two girls, and they must work together to save the ones they love while risking capture themselves.

[fairyeunji]

A very long list of all the groups/soloists I stan along with my biases for each group (as of June 12th, 2024):

Adora

Aespa - Ning Ning

AleXa

Alice/Elris - Do-A/Sohee

AOA - Chanmi

Apink - Hayoung/Bomi

ARTMS - Kim Lip/Choerry

BABYMONSTER (more casual) - Rami

BADVILLAIN - Unsure of my bias yet

BIBI

Billlie - Suhyeon/Moon Sua

Blackpink (I don’t really stan, but anyway) - Jennie

Blackswan - Fatou

bugAboo - Choyeon

BVNDIT - Seungeun

Cherry Bullet - Bora/Remi

Choi Yoojung

Chung Ha

Chuu

CLASS:y - Hyeju/Boeun

CLC - Seungyeon

CSR - Duna/Geumhee

Dia - Chaeyeon

Dreamcatcher - Siyeon/Dami

Dreamnote - Miso

EL7Z-UP - Yuki/Yeeun

Everglow - Mia/OT6 (tbh my bias changes every five seconds, but Mia was my first Everglow bias so I will always have a soft spot for her)

EXID - Solji

Fifty Fifty - Uh.... it was Keena, but I can’t support her with a good conscience. I still love her, but considering the company she’s under, I won’t be keeping up with or streaming any new music. I will support 3jeong with whatever they do, however.

Fromis_9 - Hayoung/Saerom

(G)I-DLE - Soyeon

Geenius - Currently undecided, I feel like I need a comeback before I can really dive into seriously stanning, but I definitely have high hopes.

Gfriend - Yuju

Girl’s Day - Minah

Girls Generation - Taeyeon/Hyoyeon

GOT the Beat - Taeyeon/Seulgi

gugudan - Sejeong/Mina

GWSN - Anne/Lena

H1-KEY - Yel

Heejin

Hot Issue - Mayna/Hyeongshin

Huh Yunjin

Hwasa

Hyo/Hyoyeon

IOI - Doyeon/Yoojung/Sejeong

ILLIT - Moka/Yunah

Itzy - Lia/Yeji

IVE - Liz

Iz*One - Sakura/Eunbi/Chaeyeon

Jennie

Jeon Somi

Jeon Soyeon

Jihyo

Jisoo

Jo Yuri

Joy

K/DA - I don’t have a bias lol, but it would be Miyeon/Soyeon’s avatars I guess

Kang Hyewon

KARA - Nicole

KARD - Jiwoo

KATSEYE - Manon

Kep1er - Huening Bahiyyih//Yeseo

Kim Namjoo

Kiss of Life - Haneul/Julie

Kwon Eunbi

Le sserafim - Sakura <3 but also OT5

Lee Chaeyeon

Lee Hi

Lightsum - Chowon/Juhyeon 

Lisa

Loona - Yves, Yeojin, Chuu

Loossemble - Yeojin/Hyeju

Lovelyz - Kei

Lunarsolar - Eseo

Mamamoo - Solar

Mamamoo+ - Solar

MAVE: - No bias tbh OT4

ME:I - Again, I haven’t decided yet

MiSaMo - Momo

Miyeon

Momoland - Nancy/JooE

Moonbyul

Nayeon

NewJeans - Hanni

NMIXX - Haewon/Kyujin

Odd Eye Circle - Kim Lip

Oh My Girl - YooA

Pixy - Dajeong/Ella 

Pristin - Kyulkyung/Kayla

Purple Kiss - Yuki/Chaein

Red Velvet - Seulgi but OT5

Rocket Punch - Juri/Suyun

Rolling Quartz - Iree

Rosé

Secret Number - Zuu

Seohyun

Seola

Seulgi

Solar

Soojin

StayC - Sieun/J

Stray Kids (Again, don’t really stan, more of a casual fan): Bang Chan/Hyunjin

Swan

Taeyeon

TXT - Yeonjun

Tri.be - Kelly

tripleS - Kotone

Twice - Jihyo/Nayeon

VCHA - Savanna

Viviz - SinB

Weeekly - Monday

Weki Meki - Doyeon/Yoojung/Rina

Wendy

Wheein

WJSN - Exy/Dayoung

WJSN Chocome - Dayoung

WJSN The Black - Exy

Woo!Ah! - Nana

XG - Jurin/Cocona

Yeeun

Yena

YooA

Yuju

Yuqi

Yves

2NE1 - Dara

[iamjelly]

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[nerdolinha]

⌫ elris icons

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[jisoobrillant]

moodboard - hyeseong

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[stuffbae-muffin]

⿻ ﹟ 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 . . . ‹3

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[mekky]

𓏲♡𓂂ֺ≀yukyung moodboard𓈒𝆬₎.﹉

𓍢ໍ۪۪̥𖨂like or reblog if u save‧₊𖥦｡

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[skycons]

𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔 / 𝒆𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔

credits for psd: @𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒔𝒅𝒔

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[pinkucore]

✦ 𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒 ⌯ ꗃ

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[dbeoddl]

elris simple layouts

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@roopretelris on twitter

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