#idols moodboard

[lucca03world]

If you use it, remember the credits!

[soosooxnova]

BlackOut

[j0nginxz]

how about a game?

⇒ send aks an idol and a color and I will make a moodboard.

que tal um jogo?

⇒ me mandem na aks um idol e uma cor e eu farei um moodboard.

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créditos a @kiwibomb

ei, espero que não se importe <3

[heavnlydino]

Dino is the definition of pocketsized😭

[ningfly]

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[hisbodycorpse]

▄ ⠀ ▍ ⠀ ♱ ⠀ 墮落天使,⠀⠀⠀ ⎯⎯ ⠀🩸

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[wonyowonyo]

Summer Fever (Y. Jimin x M! Reader)

This one was long overdue as I was suppose to post this like few weeks ago. So I'm really sorry for the wait and for the hiatus again. But I hope yall enjoy this one as always, author wonyo out! Word Count: 4.4k

They had always been "them" — the childhood friends everyone assumed were a couple. Their story stretched back to kindergarten when Y/N had shyly offered Jimin a crayon after she dropped hers. From that moment, they were inseparable, growing up side by side in a neighborhood that knew them as "the duo." Their houses stood just a few steps apart, their families mingling so often that there was an unspoken rule: where one went, the other followed.

Y/N was the quiet and brooding one, often retreating into books and daydreams, while Jimin was his exact opposite — outgoing, vibrant, and endlessly curious. It was a pairing that balanced perfectly, as though the universe had conspired to make sure they’d always need each other. From biking through rain-soaked streets to late-night talks under a blanket of stars, their bond had been forged in the simple, fleeting magic of childhood.

As they grew older, the whispers started. "They’d make such a cute couple," neighbors would say with knowing smiles. Classmates teased them incessantly, their names often scribbled together inside hastily drawn hearts on desks and notebooks. Each accusation of romance was met with flushed cheeks and vehement denials. "It’s not like that," they’d say in unison, though neither could ignore the tiny flicker of "what if" that sometimes crept in during quiet moments.

Life carried them through the awkward years of braces and bad haircuts, through the emotional turbulence of middle school, and into the confusing realm of high school. By then, their dynamic had settled into something familiar and comforting, a rhythm of bickering, teasing, and unspoken understanding. To outsiders, their bond seemed unshakable, almost romantic. But to them, it was simply... them. Or at least, it had been, until yesterday.

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The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, its golden rays spilling through the windows of the school’s quiet hallway, casting long, golden streaks across the polished tiles. Lockers stood in neat rows along the corridor, their metallic surfaces glinting faintly in the sunlight, while a faint murmur of voices and distant footsteps echoed through the space, hinting at life elsewhere in the school. Outside, a faint breeze rustled the leaves, though it did little to ease the summer heat. The classroom beyond was still, save for the soft hum of cicadas in the background.

Seated by the window, Y/N leaned over his desk, his head resting against his folded arms. His black hair was slightly tousled, strands clinging to his damp forehead. His expression was distant, almost brooding, as though he carried the weight of an unspoken thought. The faint laughter and chatter of students outside the classroom felt worlds away from his isolated presence, a stark reminder of how he had slowly drifted apart from the lively camaraderie he once shared with his classmates. Memories of shared jokes and group projects now felt like distant echoes, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to cling to him wherever he went.

The soft slide of the door broke the silence. Jimin peeked inside, hesitating for a moment before stepping in. She held a brightly swirled ice cream cone in one hand, the vibrant colors an unexpected burst of cheerfulness against the muted backdrop of the room. Her dark ponytail swayed slightly as she walked, and her eyes locked onto the lone figure by the window.

“There you are,” she said softly, her voice carrying a playful yet gentle tone.

Y/N stirred but didn’t lift his head. “What do you want?” he mumbled, his voice muffled and weary.

She stepped closer, her sandals making faint tapping sounds against the tiled floor. Sliding into the seat across from him, she leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand, her dark eyes studying him intently. A small, thoughtful smile played on her lips, but there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, as if she were trying to read beyond his weary posture. "You really don’t look fine," she said softly, her voice a mixture of teasing and genuine worry. Her gaze lingered on him before she smiled and held out the ice cream. “You looked like you could use this.”

Y/N finally lifted his head, dark eyes meeting hers with a mix of surprise and indifference. His face softened ever so slightly as he eyed the ice cream, then looked away. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that.”

Jimin pouted, thrusting the ice cream closer to him. “Come on, don’t be stubborn. It’s going to melt.”

Reluctantly, he sat up straighter and took the cone from her hand. His fingers brushed hers briefly, making her cheeks flush as she quickly pulled back. He stared at the ice cream for a moment before taking a small bite. The sweetness melted on his tongue, contrasting with the bitterness he’d been stewing in all day.

“Thanks,” he muttered, barely audible.

She grinned, her mood visibly lifting. “See? It’s not so hard to accept a little kindness.”

He glanced at her, the faintest smile tugging at his lips before he quickly looked away. “You’re annoying,” he said, but there was no bite to his words.

She laughed, light and melodic, and leaned back in her chair. “Maybe. But you like having me around, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, choosing instead to take another bite of the ice cream. The cicadas outside buzzed louder, filling the comfortable silence that settled between them. For a moment, the summer heat seemed a little more bearable.

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The peace didn’t last long. A lanky boy with thick glasses, his shirt slightly untucked, burst into the room with a dramatic flair, followed closely by a shorter classmate with a mischievous grin and a baseball cap askew on his head. Their boisterous laughter and rapid chatter shattered the tranquil stillness, their energy swirling through the space like a sudden gust of wind. Their voices echoed in the small space, a sharp contrast to the soft hum of cicadas that had blanketed the room just moments ago. One of them, a tall boy with glasses, smirked and announced dramatically, “Y/N is sick.”

Jimin raised a brow, unimpressed by their antics. “And?”

The second boy laughed, gesturing toward Y/N. “Your boyfriend here is in a lot of pain! Haha!”

“Do you want to die?” she snapped, her voice sharp as her glare could pierce through steel.

Y/N groaned, clearly annoyed. “Are you in pain?” she asked, her tone softening as her focus returned to him.

“Aren’t you just acting so you can skip academy class later?” one of the boys teased.

She clenched her jaw, her frustration evident, but Y/N muttered, “No… Just go back to your classroom.”

Jimin ignored his request, her brows knitting in thought. “Hmm…” she murmured, reaching out and pressing her hand against his forehead. “My hands are cold, so it’s hard to know,” she said, frowning slightly. Her concern was genuine, and it showed in the way her lips pursed in concentration.

Y/N’s eyes widened as her touch lingered. His cheeks flushed a light pink, and his gaze darted away, unsure of what to do. “W-What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice laced with embarrassment.

“You feel a little warm,” she replied matter-of-factly, leaning in closer to get a better look at him. Her proximity made his heart race, and the heat on his cheeks deepened.

“I-I’m fine!” he blurted out, leaning back slightly to create some distance. But she didn’t budge, her brows furrowed with determination.

“You don’t look fine to me,” she said firmly. “If you’re not going to the nurse’s office, then I’ll have to take care of you here.”

The other boys snickered at the exchange, but she shot them a glare that quickly shut them up. “If you two aren’t going to help, then leave,” she said curtly.

They raised their hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, we’re going!” one of them said before they exited the room, their laughter fading down the hall.

Once they were gone, Jimin turned back to Y/N, who was now hiding his face in his arms again. “Hey,” she said gently, nudging him. “If you’re not feeling well, you should lie down properly.”

“Just… leave me alone,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

She sighed, standing up and moving to his side. “Alright, stubborn. But don’t complain later when you feel worse,” she said, her tone light but tinged with genuine worry. She placed a small, cold pack on his neck, causing him to flinch slightly.

“What are you—?” he started, but she cut him off.

“It’ll help. Just stay still,” she said, placing a hand on his back to steady him.

His heart thudded loudly in his chest, the combination of her closeness and her concern overwhelming him. He stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond, while she busied herself ensuring he was comfortable. The cicadas outside continued their song, filling the air with a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the chaos in his mind.

For a moment, he wondered if the heat he felt was really just from the summer sun.

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Jimin’s hand lingered on his forehead, her warm breath brushing his cheek as she leaned closer to check his temperature. The proximity made his heart pound louder than ever, and when he turned his head slightly, their noses almost brushed. For a moment, the world stood still — the distant hum of cicadas faded, leaving only the sound of their shallow breathing.

Both of them froze, wide-eyed. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as she quickly pulled back, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “I-I should probably… um… let you rest,” she stammered, standing up abruptly.

“Y-Yeah, maybe you should…” he muttered, his voice shaky as he avoided her gaze, his face equally flushed. She took a few hurried steps toward the door, stealing one last glance at him before leaving the room in a flurry of embarrassment.

Y/N slumped forward, burying his face in his arms as a whirlwind of emotions coursed through him. His chest felt tight, as though a heavy weight pressed against it, and his face burned hotter than before. Embarrassment, confusion, and a flicker of something unspoken swirled in his mind, leaving him unable to steady his racing thoughts. “What just happened?” he muttered to himself. The flustered feeling overwhelmed him, and before he could steady his thoughts, a wave of dizziness hit him like a brick. His vision blurred, and everything went dark.

A faint haze clouded Y/N's vision as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes adjusting to the sterile white ceiling of the nurse's office. The sharp scent of antiseptic mingled with the soothing hum of the air conditioner, creating a cocoon of quiet that felt both foreign and oddly comforting. For a moment, he couldn’t remember how he’d ended up here—only the faint throbbing in his head and the cool press of a damp compress against his forehead reminded him that something had gone amiss. He blinked a few times, trying to piece together how he got there. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. His head throbbed slightly, but the cool compress resting on his forehead was a welcome relief.

Just as he began to sit up, the door creaked open. The familiar figure of Jimin stepped in, a mix of worry and hesitation on her face. “You’re awake,” she said softly, walking over to his bedside. “You scared me, you know.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

She sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting beside him. “You’re really bad at taking care of yourself, you know that?” Her tone was teasing, but the concern in her eyes was unmistakable.

Before he could respond, the door burst open again, and his friends barged in. “Dude, you seriously passed out?” one of them said, grinning as he approached the bed. “We thought you were just trying to get out of class.”

Y/N's eyes widened in panic, his mind racing with a dozen ways to salvage the situation. His heart pounded in his chest as he grabbed Jimin's arm, the action driven more by instinct than thought. "Get in!" he hissed urgently, his voice low and shaky. Before she could fully process what was happening, he pulled her into the narrow bed beside him, yanking the blanket over both of them in one swift motion. Beneath the covers, his pulse thrummed louder than ever, his mind grappling with the absurdity of what he’d just done. He swallowed hard, hoping this desperate move would somehow work, even as the warmth of her presence so close to him made it nearly impossible to think clearly. She let out a soft gasp as she found herself pressed against his chest, her face hidden beneath the covers. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Uh… are you okay, man?” his friend asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/N shifted slightly, tightening his hold on Jimin as he tried to act natural.

“Y-Yeah, just tired,” he said quickly. “You guys can leave now. I need to rest.”

Jimin squirmed slightly beneath the blanket, her slipper slipping off her foot. She instinctively scooted closer to him, trying to keep her balance. The small movement made his heart race, and he clenched his jaw to keep from reacting.

“You sure you’re okay?” his other friend asked, suspicious. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m fine!” he snapped, a little too loudly. “Just go!”

The friends exchanged a look but eventually shrugged. “Alright, fine. Rest up,” one of them said before they left the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

As soon as they were gone, Jimin shoved him lightly. “What was that about?” she hissed, her face burning.

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t dragged me in here!” she shot back, her voice muffled by the blanket. Their whispered argument was interrupted when the door opened again. The nurse stepped in, a clipboard in hand. Both of them froze, holding their breath as the nurse walked over to the bed. The boy tightened his grip on the girl, pulling her closer as they hid beneath the blanket. The nurse checked his chart, muttering something under her breath before placing a hand on his forehead. “Still a bit warm,” she said to herself. “He’ll need to rest longer.” Before she could notice anything amiss, the door opened once more, and the P.E. teacher stepped in. “Hey, ready for lunch?” he asked casually. The nurse turned, smiling warmly. “Give me a second to finish up here.” The boy and the girl stayed perfectly still, listening intently as the conversation shifted. It quickly became clear that the nurse and the teacher were more than just colleagues. The nurse laughed softly, her tone playful yet intimate. “You’re late again,” she teased, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I told you not to keep me waiting.” “Couldn’t help it,” the teacher replied, his voice low and smooth. “You know I can’t say no to you.” The boy and girl’s eyes widened in horror as the tension in the room became palpable. The nurse stepped closer to the teacher, resting a hand lightly on his chest. “You’re lucky I’m forgiving,” she murmured, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. The teacher chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Am I?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. “Or do you just like having me wrapped around your finger?” “Maybe a little of both,” she admitted, her smile coy. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. The boy and girl under the blanket squeezed their eyes shut, their faces burning as the intimate moment played out just a few feet away. “You’re impossible,” the nurse said breathlessly when they finally pulled apart. “And you love it,” the teacher replied, his hand lingering on her waist. “Don’t forget to save me a seat,” she said, her tone light and affectionate, though her flushed cheeks hinted at the heat of their exchange. “Always,” he replied, his voice filled with a warmth that matched the lingering tension. He leaned in again, pressing a final kiss to her temple before heading out. The nurse took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her uniform before leaving the room as well. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the boy and girl in stunned silence. After a long pause, the girl finally whispered, “Did we… just eavesdrop on something we weren’t supposed to?” “Yeah,” he muttered, his face still burning from embarrassment. “Let’s never talk about it.” She giggled softly, the sound muffled by the blanket. “You’re blushing again.” “Shut up,” he grumbled, but there was no real malice in his tone.

Their whispered argument faded into silence as the blanket created an intimate cocoon around them. Her breath was warm against his neck, and he became acutely aware of how close they were. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of embarrassment, unspoken feelings, and the strange comfort of being so near.

The air beneath the blanket crackled like a live wire, thick with the heat of their stifled breaths. Years of sidelong glances, bitten-back confessions, and hands that always almost touched now coiled taut between them. Her cheek grazed his, a fleeting brush that sent a shudder through his spine. Closer. It was all he could think. Closer, closer, closer—

“Are you—” he began, voice ragged, but she cut him off with a sharp inhale, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t,” she whispered, desperate. “Don’t ask if I’m okay. Don’t… apologize.” Her lips hovered a hair’s breadth from his jaw, trembling. “Not when I’ve spent years dreaming about this.”

The confession hung in the air, incendiary. It shattered whatever fragile restraint remained.

He hesitated before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to… make things weird.”

“I’m fine,” she replied softly, though her voice wavered slightly. “Just… surprised, I guess.”

They locked eyes, the dim light filtering through the blanket casting soft shadows on her face. The way her gaze held his made his heart pound in his chest, louder than the hum of the air conditioner. He reached up hesitantly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The simple gesture made her breath hitch, and she leaned into his touch ever so slightly.

“Can I…?” he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Slowly, he closed the gap between them. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and unsure at first, as if both were testing the waters. But as the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, raw and unrestrained, carrying the weight of years of suppressed emotions. His hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer as her fingers tangled in his hair.

He cupped her face, rough and reverent, thumbs tracing the flush staining her cheeks. Her name spilled from his lips like a prayer, a curse, a plea—hers, ragged and raw. She answered by crashing into him, fingers raking through his hair, nails scoring his neck as if anchoring herself to reality. Their kiss was less a meeting than a collision: teeth clashing, breaths ragged and shared, a feverish tangle of lips and tongue and muffled whimpers. It was messy, desperate, starving—a wildfire devouring every unspoken word, every stifled glance, every night they’d lain awake aching for this.

She arched against him, a gasp tearing free as his hand slid beneath her shirt, palm searing her lower back. “Finally,” she choked into his mouth, the word half-sobbed. “Finally, finally—”

He didn’t let her finish. He couldn’t. Years of restraint unraveled as he kissed her deeper, deeper, swallowing her tears, her laughter, the fractured litany of his name. The blanket slipped, cold air hitting their fevered skin, but neither noticed. The world narrowed to the scrape of stubble on her throat, the bite of her grip on his hips, the way she shook against him—not with fear, but with the seismic release of a dam breaking.

Her lips were warm and soft, moving in sync with his as they poured everything they couldn’t say into the kiss. Every brush of their lips, every stolen breath spoke of longing, of feelings that had grown quietly between them over the years. It wasn’t perfect—there were nervous giggles and a bump of noses—but it was theirs, raw and real.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads damp and pressed together, her sob-laugh echoed his own fractured breath. “Idiot,” she breathed, kissing the corner of his swollen lips. “You should’ve done that ages ago.”

He huffed a laugh, thumbs smudging the tears from her cheeks. “You punched me when I tried to hold your hand in sixth grade.”

“And you faked amnesia after we almost kissed at prom!”

“You remember that?!”

Her smile turned wicked, dangerous. “I remember everything.” She dragged him back in, nipping his lower lip. “Now shut up and make up for lost time.”

The world outside didn’t just fade—it burned away. There was only this: her sighs like scripture, his hands mapping devotion into her skin, and the delicious, delirious truth that this was just the beginning.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and each other. The nurse’s office, the world outside, everything else faded into the background. For the first time, they felt like they didn’t have to hide, like they could just be.

The confession had been years in the making, and now that it was out in the open, it felt like a weight had been lifted. They weren’t just childhood friends anymore—they were something more, something new and exciting. And as they held each other, they couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful.

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The next day, Y/N woke up feeling completely rejuvenated. His head no longer throbbed, and the lightness in his body was a far cry from the exhaustion he felt yesterday. As he got ready for school, a thought lingered in his mind: Was yesterday real? Or was it just a fever dream?

The memory of her face, her laugh, and… that kiss played over and over in his head, making his heart race. Shaking his head furiously, he muttered to himself, “Get a grip. You’re probably just overthinking it.” But even as he tried to focus on something else, the thought of her tugged at his mind. He had to know.

When he arrived at school, he immediately made his way to Jimin’s classroom. Peeking through the door, he saw her resting her head on her desk, her arms folded like a makeshift pillow. She looked unusually pale, and his stomach sank. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, weaving through the desks until he reached her.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching down beside her. “You okay?”

She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. Her face was flushed, and her usual lively expression was replaced by a dazed, tired look. “Oh… it’s you,” she murmured, her voice weak.

His concern deepened. “You’re burning up,” he said, placing a hand on her forehead. “Why didn’t you stay home?”

She quickly batted his hand away, her face turning redder—though whether it was from the fever or embarrassment, he couldn’t tell. “I… I’m fine,” she mumbled, sitting up straighter. But the moment she tried, she swayed slightly, forcing him to steady her.

“Fine, my ass,” he said, frowning. “Come on, let’s get you some fresh air.”

Before she could protest, he gently grabbed her wrist and helped her up. She stumbled a bit but managed to lean on him for support. He guided her out of the classroom and down the hall to the stairs, where it was quieter.

“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the steps. She complied, slumping down with a sigh. He crouched in front of her, inspecting her closely. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she looked far more worn out than usual.

“You look terrible,” he said bluntly, though his tone was filled with worry.

She pouted, crossing her arms. “Thanks for the compliment,” she said sarcastically before looking away, her voice dropping. “I probably caught it from you…”

His eyes widened. “What? From me?”

She nodded, her face flushing even more. “Yeah. You were the one who got sick first,” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “This is your fault.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his own face starting to heat up. “I… I didn’t mean to…” he stammered, glancing away. An awkward silence settled between them until he blurted out, “Would it work if you… you know, transferred it back to me?”

She froze, her eyes snapping to his in disbelief. “W-What?!”

Realizing what he just said, his face turned scarlet. “I-I mean, like, you know… since you got it from me, maybe if…” He trailed off, waving his hands frantically as he struggled to find the right words.

Her mind quickly connected the dots, and her face burned even hotter. “A-Are you saying we should kiss again?!” she squeaked, her voice rising slightly.

“N-No! I mean, yes! I mean… I don’t know!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I was just… never mind! Forget I said anything!”

She buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled groan. “I can’t believe you just said that…”

“I can’t believe I said that either!” he shot back, equally flustered.

They both sat there, their faces burning as they avoided each other’s gaze. The awkward tension was almost tangible, and neither of them knew how to break it.

Finally, she peeked at him through her fingers, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at her lips. “You’re such an idiot,” she said softly.

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah… I guess I am.”

Despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth between them that neither could deny. And though they didn’t say it out loud, both of them were secretly wondering the same thing:

Would it really work?

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ㅤㅤ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 태형 ꒱ ۪ ݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ݁ ۪ ୧

      ♡⊹.* name ┆★ ˙ᵕ˙      prns !? ᰔ age ᰔ zodiac       ╰┈➤ extra / / ♡

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, ౨ৎ 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, ₊˚⊹♡

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, ౨ৎ 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨. ₊˚⊹♡

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ 𝗩𝗛𝗦

𝟬𝟭:𝟯𝟱 𝗦𝗘𝗣 . 𝟬𝟯 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟱

_ _ // ヤ . @ name ◟ ⨯ . ︵︵ .ᐟ prn . prn 丶 𐑞

𝗰𝗵𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺 💥 ᵛᵃᵐᵒˢ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ 🔥 ˡᵒᵇᵒˢ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ☄️

✶ ﹕ name ﹫ pro ⌒⌒ nouns·₊★ ╰╮ ⸝⸝ website <3 ╰↠ dms status ( ^ ω ^)

୨🍶୧  𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛  ⏜ ۫ . ⟡   ⋂                ♡︎   ﹒ৎ୭  88̲8̲ﹾ   ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ name ! prns ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ extra ⋮ @youruser ₊˚ෆ ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡

𝜗⠀ name⠀˙ ♱◞ ྀི 𓏵𓏵⠀𖥻prn/prn ◟ 𓉸⠀ ︵︵⠀𓈒⠀⠀ext⠀𝜚　˙ 　˖　⁰⁰

• ➜ @user ﹕ ✩ ㅤ ✦ › carrd.co ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ []teen ,, mbti ✩ ࿐࿔

𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ᴹⁱᵗˢᵏⁱ ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━��●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

◠ . ─ · ◠ . ─ · ◠ . ─ · ◠ . ─ · ꒰୨୧◞ 。name⠀.ᐟ⠀user⠀₊ ˚⊹ ɞ⠀.⠀age ﾉ⠀pronouns ﹗ ໒꒱۪

𓍢 ⛲️ ׅ ⬞ ִ name . 𓂃 ଓ mbti ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ult 𓍢ִ໋ @

¡ ૮₍ name 𖠗 🍴✦ name ⏱ ᯤ 𔔁 !

،، ✶ 🍚 ¿ ¡ ✷ name ⩇ ʿ 𖤛 ⋆ 🧻 𖥉

♡ 🏯 ᪤ name 𔘓 ! # 94 🧭 ᯤ ა

𔔀 ꉂ 🥼 ¡ name ! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𒀭࣪ ⋆ 🛁

ʿʿ ヤ ⏱ ✶ % name ᯤ 𖠗 ⩉:⩉ 🗑 ! ?

: 交 🏐 🜲 𖠗 name ? 🗒 ☆ › ✸

𓆩 ✉ # ⋆ ⩉ name𝂅 🌪 : ★ ☆ 𓆪

%  ☆ ࣪🗞  ¡ ૮₍name ₎ა : ꀯ  ♡  🔭  ‽

⩇⩇  🧂 𖠗 🍴✦ ‧ꭑname‧ ⏱ ᯤ 𔔁  ! 

،، ✶ 🍚  ¿ ¡  ✷ name  ⩇ ʿ 𖤛 ⋆  🧻 𖥉 

♡  🏯  ᪤  ּname  𔘓 !  #  94 🧭 ᯤ ა

𔔀  ꉂ  🥼 ¡  ‧name𝀛 !   ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎  𒀭࣪  ⋆ 🛁 

:  交  🏐  🜲  𖠗 𝀛name   ?  🗒  ☆ ›  ✸ 

 𓆩  ✉  # ⋆ ⩉  ּname᤻𝂅 🌪 :  ★  ☆  𓆪

𓄹 タ ⋆ 📡  name  ҂  𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝖼e̲s̲s̲ ꞌꞋꞌ ⏱ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ˖ ࣪⭑

᤻  ꗃ  :  ⏲ ◖ 𓂃 name  ⿻  name‧ ،، ✶ 🗞  ⩉  

⩉ : ⩉  𖥻 🗑 ꉂ  ૮₍ ‧name᤻𝀛 ₎ა ✶  ๋࣭   # 97   ◜🗒◞

¡  % ⊹  🥽  ᨘ໑  ▸ name᤻𝀛  🜲  𝗚𖦹𝗻ׂ𝗲 𔔁 🏯 ! ׄ .𓄼 

❛ 𒀭 :  🛒 𓂃 ¡ name ‽ ٠ 🧾  ›  ✸  %

 ¡   さ   🔭   ꉂ  ‧name   ✶  ⏱   𖠗   𐂯   ? b «    ᯥ   %    🛒  name  ⩉:⩉   𖣯   ᘏ   女   !

🍽   ␥   ★    ⩇  name  🜲   𝘁𝗂𝗻𝗒   ★   ฅ   ‽

🜸   ★    𖠗   :   Name  ᯤ  𝗺𝚢 b̸ɔ︩︪𝘆  🥛 𖤛  ა

༘ ˚ ⋆ 🍶+ ˚ ₊ name ྀིྀི ♁ ₊ 🪽｡˚ ₊ +

𝜗 name e e ₊ < initial 3

⠀⠀꒰⠀s/o ෆ 00.00.00 ⠀ ⠀ྀི 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘭𝑖𝑡𝑡𝘭𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝘭𝘭 ྀི ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your pronouns🪼࿔⭑ ๋🌺࿔⭑⤷your favorite song or your b-day 🎀࿔⭑ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your fandom 🍒࿔⭑ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Lyrics of a song ࿔⭑🎂🧸

　　　﹒ 𓂃◞ ֪ ⑅　 ۫　 ׅ ♡ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ˢⁱⁿˢ . 🪽 ︶　◞ ྀི ◟⠀︶︶　◞ ྀི ◟⠀︶

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ name prns �� mbti ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ _ ★₊˚﹟📸 song ⵌ ₊ ⊹ artist ‹𝟹

✶ ﹕ name !! ﹫ pro ⌒⌒ nouns ·₊★ ╰╮ link ⸝⸝ ₊ <3 ╰↠ xtra (𝗼˳★)?

𓇼 ˚ 𝟬͟𝟰 … 사랑 2004ㅤㅤ ★ 🎧

BIO + SYMBOL PACK !!!

𖥔 📟 ꩜ ⩇ּ⩇ ʿ : ーツ ¡! 📞 カ ໋ ⸝⸝ 𝅦 𝗳𝗮𝗹len ✧ ᨯ 苺. ᘐ 🥢 𝗮𝗻𝗴els ㌗ の › 𝇋☆𝇌 テレビ ! 𔘓 ﹙🧀﹚ van͟i͟ꪱꪱa ⠀︵⠀⠀⊹⠀ ﾟ ˖ ꕀ lover ⠀⸝⸝` ๑꒱⠀ 𓂂 ⠀ .ıllı. social ﹔ link

﹒ @ 𝐍AME ─ timezone ﹐ nation ^..^ star sign ﹒ bday ：✿ 。prns social 𖦹 friend ﹔user

⠀ ⠀⠀민지⠀ ⠀♡𝆬 ⠀ 𝓛. : 🥄 ݂֢

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🥼 : 지수 𝄒 ﹙ 𝒔. ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘴𝖺𝗇𝖺 ׄ 𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝅄⠀࿙࿚ ︶ ⠀♱⠀ ︶࿙࿚ 𝅄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ ℋ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꒱

@ username ┃ 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝟯𝗟 ꕀ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ✶ ━━ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 , ⤷ ┇ ⌒ 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 ꒱꒱ 彡 ꒰୨୧꒱ ┃ ◞⁺⊹．prns .

𝅄 ݁ ⏜ ꒰ 𝖼ᥲ𝗋ᥲ𝗆ᥱ𝗅 gⲓrℓ ꒱ ── ๑ ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟

▦ ﹒ ☆ 🔌 🛒 ⸒ 별 ꜝ ﹫

𝜗⠀ name⠀˙ ♱◞ ྀི 𓏵𓏵⠀𖥻prn/prn ◟ 𓉸⠀ ︵︵⠀𓈒⠀⠀ext⠀𝜚　˙ 　˖　⁰⁰

⠀☆⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀𝗰𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀𝇄𝇃⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀☕

꒱⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀⠀ᘏ⠀⠀α𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀⠀ָ֢⠀⠀⠀ෆ 𖡎⠀⠀ָ֢⠀⠀⠀𝆬⠀⠀🥼⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀ׁ⠀ꕀ⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀⠀𝟵𝟴⠀﹔

͝ ︶ ·̩͙⏝ ͝ ୨ ꒰ name ꒱ ୧ ͝ ⏝ ·̩͙︶ ͝ ۫ ۪ info info info 𝆴

　　　　　 ⤷ 　　 ﹒　 　e　　 text 　　 ♡

　　　　　⌒  　text 　 　e　 　⟡

　　　　　( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ )　　text　　⋌　　e 　﹒　

ㅤ𓂃 ׁ ⃝ 🍂（ かんけつ編 ） ˑ ୨ ִ ۫

ㅤㅤ ݁ 🗡️ ◠ ִ ٬٬ 𝟾⩇% ꣼ 𝚍𝚎☆𝚝𝚑 ۫ ︵ ✧

_ ╰ㅤ ㅤ ۫ ✦ㅤ ㅤ txt !!_⠀ ⠀ ◠ ᶻᶻ ㅤ ıstj ꜝꜝㅤ ⸺ㅤ pronouns ִ ⠀ׂ ★

𐙚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🎀 ♡ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 ⋆.˚ 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 ⊹ ᰔ. @𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙧 ㅤ♡ྀི ���

･ᴗ･ "i wanna be yours" ⊹

ıllı " [names] info! " ✩

⊂⊃ nicknames ﹐⇅ ⊂⊃ prns ﹐⇅

ᶻz xtra ﹐✩ ! ˃ᗜ˂ carrd / rentry ✩ ﹐

I. name 🥛 age ✮ II. gender .. . prns III. xtra , xtra ꩜ ☁️ ✉️ follow :: @user

ㅤㅤㅤ ── ּ ᰍ ˳ 𝒫 ͜αℓɘ ⃝🦢 ۫ ུ

ㅤㅤㅤ ི 🦪 𓈒 ਬਦ ⊹ 苍白 ︵ 𝇈

꒰ ⋆ ࣪. ━ׄ──ִ──ׁ──ִ──ׁ─𔕙─ׅ──ׁ──ׅ──ׁ──ׅ━ ˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . . 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝖄𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝖄𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 ✸

甘美な

𝗪𝗪𝗪.NAME.𝗖𝗢𝗠. ?!

© ❛ prns . gender 名 ─ nick : name ﹙sexuality﹚ ❱❱ age . mbti !

; @name ~ ☆ # pro / nouns ! mb • ti ♬ — song - artist name

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ur name here ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──★ ˙ ̟ 🐇 !! ⋆✦ pronouns ⊹♡ extra info!! >_< ✮⋆˙ I 𖹭 (someone you love)

⠀⪩⪨ @ name / mbti ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ lana del rey ‹𝟹 — ౨ৎ

𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡 ‧₊ 𖦹 ˚ 🥩 ˚ @user ᝰ.ᐟ 🎀 ೀ⋆ ˚₊‧ 🩸 ꒰ა prn 🔪 prn ໒꒱ 🩸‧₊ ˚ ʚ 🐾 ɞ ୧ mbti ୨ ✧˚ 🍮 ༘ 𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡

── like or reblog ; © V O G H E

[fcknmetall]

🌱 .・゜゜・ . . ・゜゜・．・ 𓇢𓆸

࣪. 🪵 ︵ֺ︵ ㅤ ㅤ𝜚 ۪ 𑁍ࠬܓ

ׁ  ׅ  ⊹  ☆ິ

𝗈𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾

𝖻𝗅��𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀˓  ㅤ 𔕛ㅤ⠀ ֺ   ⠀⑅

[rikihyph]

tb to when no one knew it was his voice! 🔥

Nishimura Riki - 05 line!

[strvvy-anniee]

✿ֵ֮⠀ 🪵 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᭄᭡ ⠀ ⠀ ︵︵︵ ྀི

⠀ ᣟ្✿ 🕰ឪុ⠀⠀prꫀtty sᦢul wí͜th prꫀtty mín᧚ ᭄᭡ °.

[draculasdaughterrr]

ׄ  ׅ ⠀⌑⠀⠀⠀the flying nun (1967)⠀⠀⠀⛪️📿⠀࣪ ˖⠀ ✟

[miujo]

　 　☻　 　🎧 　 　 𓈃　 　 ꔫ　 　Rainy Days 　@j2sngs

[andarateia]

It's the slow knife that cuts deepest.

(The last thing I made before I went offline for four months!)

[ningfly]

✧˖°.

[hisbodycorpse]

𓇗 ⠀⠀ ，⠀⠀ ≣ ( 2013 ) ໋•̩̩͙⠀ 👧🏻⚠️

¿ Una Chica Tan Linda Sola ?