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The Premier League is back!!
#omg moodboard!! đ€đ€đ€#premier league#graham potter#martin odegaard#dominik livakovic#leandro trossard
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â â â Arenât You Me?
#â â đâ â koqenâ â /â â mbsâ â #my QUEENS đđđ i love them so much omg#originally it was a lot more. yellow đ? but then i was like ehhh and switched it up and here we are đ€#i was thinking of the pinky colour of the first album post :o it was so gorginaoeis for jinjja#its kinda more their vibes (to me) than anyth connecting to like their lore đđ but mayb top + bottom middle are kinda otherworldly.. hm#I HAD2 OTHER IDEAS AS WELL i was gnna try red + black (card suit colours) or black and green (colour scheme before the b&w) but yeah#oomf these girlies are actually the best in the world i love them sm. you always eat đąđąđ#THANKU FOR ASKINGGG i hope u like feel free to say What The Eff if it doesnt fit ur vision i will live and learn đ«Ąđđ«¶#random moodboard#messy moodboard#purple moodboard#pink moodboard
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hiiii đ i came here to ask for mbd tips because i came back from a long hiatus and i see everyone hating you?? you dont deserve this đ«đ«
can i ask for some gif tips though? đžđ
thank you omg đ€đthey're just jealous of my talent don't mind them!! thank you for being a real one and not an annoying person. some of my MB tips are to find pictures based on your main kpop idol picture so everything matches and looks good, they are some people in this community who literally don't know how to match pictures and they think that they're moodboards come out nice.. *cough cough* (baesol,y2jiz,y-vna,and sseulr1n).. anyways I hope your moodboards come out amazing I'm sure they will.
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our beloved summer | jjk (06)
You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isnât as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader
genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, kissing (omg k1ss1ng omg WHO IS IT ??? đŠ), tbh this is the only warning i wanted u guys to read cuz 6 chapters in and we finally get sum action i feel like that's a win lmaooooo, jimin being Real as fook, unbeta'd cuz uhm i'm a godless menace who should be conked on the head, once again we are severely lacking jk in his own fic lol i'm owning up to this đ€ BUT! this is probably the last chapter where jk feels like a side character lol apologies my dudes
rating: PG-13
word count: 8.1k (honestly i wrote obs6 just so i could get to obs7 lmao that's why it's a lil bit shorter)
note: my apologies if this sucks. you are legally allowed to stone me if you hate it. but i hope you don't hate it. but if you do hate it don't tell me just stone me lol đ€ why am i so unhinged with this update
series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards ; taglist
â as always, iâd appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading âĄ
I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Exile - Taylor Swift (ft. Bon Iver)
The picture is fucking terrible.
âJimin, what the fuck,â you grumble, staring at the huge framed photo on the wall, taken on the day of the opening party. You, Taehyung and Jimin are gathered on the floor of the dance studio, with boxes of takeout neatly sitting between the three of you. âI look like ass.â
Jimin barely glances at the wall, just continues to stuff his face with the dumplings that you ordered. âYou look fine,â he says absentmindedly, mouth full, continuing to munch on the food despite your little dilemma.
âBitch, I have my eyes closed.â
âItâs not that bad.â
âI look like Iâm in the middle of a sneeze.â You cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting at your photographed self again. The more you look at it, the more irritated you become.
Realistically, you know nobody would pay enough attention to notice the immortalized visual of your fluttering eyes, and you yourself wouldnât care about it that much. Maybe you would even laugh in good spirits and poke fun at yourself as you often do. Make a meme of it for the group chat.
âWhatâs the big deal?â Jimin asks.
You shrug petulantly. âI told you. I look like ass.â
Yeah, true, but itâs also more than that.
Itâs the fact that the person standing next to you looks so good that you must voice your grievances. Itâs the fact that he looks so much more than just good.Â
The guys stop eating to look at you. You wonder just how much of what youâre feeling is written all over your face. Regardless, they donât comment on it.Â
One of them clears his throat, shaking the whole thing off.
âDid you tell Yoongi anything yet?â Jimin asks.
You poke at a lone dumpling with your chopsticks, popping the âpâ when you say, âNope.â
âDamn, Y/N,â Jimin scolds you. âItâs been three weeks. He doesnât want to push you for an answer but the man has got to be suffering.â
You flick a piece of spring onion garnish at him. It lands on his hair, a single bit of green sitting among golden locks. âI donât know what to tell him!â
âWhat do you mean you donât know?â Jimin shakes the onion piece from his head and chucks it back at you. âObviously you say yes!â
You exhale through your nose, then take a bite of your dumpling. You nibble on the fried dough, stretching out the silence, delaying your response.
It hasnât even started, and it might not even start. But youâre already thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Yoong is your friend, first and foremost. Heâs a good friend, and you would be crushed if you lose that relationship.Â
What if he hurts you, or you hurt him?
Sometimes, people are meant to hurt each other even if they donât mean to.
Yoongi hasnât seen your pieces in all of their jagged glory, how theyâre only meant to reflect the light but never be healed by it. Heâs still blissfully unaware of the ugly thoughts that have a home inside your head, and youâre afraid if you let him in, heâd realize itâs a place he doesnât want to be. Itâs hard to love a broken thing. You wouldnât want to love you either.
Maybe this is the real reason thatâs been holding you back all this time. Maybe it isnât Jungkook - though he certainly isnât absolved - but itâs you, and how you just donât know if youâre someone who deserves to love and be loved. Youâve felt inadequate more times than you can count. Youâve been left before. Whoâs to say it isnât going to happen again?
Youâre well aware that this is a bad way to look at things, but can anyone really blame you? You still have a heart, and despite how fragmented it is, you still want to protect it.
âI know that look,â Taehyung says, parting your fog and pulling you back to him. âYouâre overthinking again.â
You roll your eyes. He knows you so well, but does he have to call you out every time?
âIâm not overthinking. Iâm regular thinking.â
âRight. And to normal people, thatâs overthinking.â
âItâs justâŠâ you wonder out loud, gaze on the floor. âWhat if I go all in, and Yoongi sees me for who I am and thinks that Iâm just an utterly sad person who canât be loved? That Iâm too much work when heâs got literally thousands of people throwing themselves at him left and right?â
Taehyung stares at the side of your face as he bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue soothes the spot, his jaw clenching once. âHeâs not going to think that.â
âYou donât know that,â you say, the corners of your mouth tugging down.
âYouâre not unlovable just because one person didnât love you right. So stop it with that bullshit, because I love you,â he says, voice serious. Even Jimin stays silent as he listens to his friend, his eyes flickering between you and Taehyung. âAnd Jimin loves you. Hobi loves you.â
You merely blink, because you hate it when heâs right. In all fairness, you understand. This is the same thing you would tell him if the situation were reversed.
You deflect anyway. Thatâs what you do best.
âYou donât count,â you tell him with an unserious scoff, your tone starkly contrasting his. âYouâre my family.â
You taste something bitter as soon as the words leave your mouth. You should know better than anyone, that just because someoneâs your family, doesnât mean they have to love you.
Taehyung reenacts the blinking guy meme before chuckling, holding a hand over his chest like youâve just wounded him. âOuch.â
âYou two are getting nowhere,â Jimin interjects. âJust call Yoongi.â
âAnd say what?â you ask.
âI told you. Say yes. God, youâre so dense sometimes.â
You reach over to jab a finger into his side, making him hiss and shuffle away from you.
âThat wasnât nice,â you grumble.
âWell, somebodyâs gotta say it.â He gives you a look, eyebrows raised for a few seconds before he lowers them and grows more stern. âCome on, Y/N. You know you donât want to say no, or else you wouldâve turned him down already. You said you wanted to start dating again. Yoongi is practically on his knees offering himself to you. What are you waiting for?â
Thereâs a voice in the back of your head - tiny, barely audible - that whispers, Who are you waiting for?
âFuck it, Iâll say it,â Jimin continues. âIt sucks balls that Jungkook hurt you, but you canât let that affect you for the rest of your life. Not everyone is going to hurt you. Youâre not even giving Yoongi a chance just because someone else did you dirty. If you keep always thinking about the worst possible outcome and banking on it to happen, then youâre never going to get anywhere. I love you, dude, but yâknow.â
You stare at Jimin with your mouth slightly open, stunned into silence. When you glance at Taehyung, heâs surprised too, though probably not as much as you.
After a couple of minutes, you say, âWow.â
âTough love. I have my moments.â Jimin shrugs casually, like he didnât just drop a truth bomb on your head. âBut alsoâŠâ He picks his phone up and types something in. Your phone instantly buzzes with a notification.
âOpen the link I just sent you,â he says.
âYou are literally sitting across from me.â
âJust open it! I made you a playlist.â
âAw, Jimin, thatâs so cute,â you coo softly, reaching over to pinch his cheek before he swats your hand away. You unlock your phone to see what Jimin made you, because that is some friendship hall of fame stuff right there. However, when the link redirects you to your music app, your smile immediately drops.
Aaand heâs back.
You stare at the screen for a good ten seconds to try and find your bearings, flabbergasted at something that is quite honestly very on-brand for Jimin if you think about it. âYou made me a playlist called Dick Appointment with an eggplant emoji and the tongue out emoji and itâs mostly just Yoongiâs songs. Even the playlist cover is from his Valentino shoot.â
âSo you can get it on while Agust D plays in the background!â Jimin grins, and you could just smack it right off his face.
âPark Jimin, who raised you? You are vile.â
âValidate me,â he demands. Oh, you would smack him. You really would. âI spent hours making that playlist.â
âItâs literally just Yoongiâs songs.â
âYeah, but I had to curate an experience. I canât just dump every song into a playlist and call it a day. I gotta make sure they fit the vibe.â
âI literally just heard the most profound shit from you not even two minutes ago.â Then, you turn to Taehyung with an exasperated look on your face. âWhy would you let him do this?â
He just waves a dismissive hand in the air, like Jimin isnât even there. âIâm not responsible for the stupid shit he does.â
Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, both eyebrows raised dramatically as he gapes at you. âYou both suck. From now on, you can make your own sexytime playlists.â
âNobody even asked you to do that!â you cry.
âYeah! Which makes me an even more considerate friend,â he says. âUgh. Whatever. Go call Yoongi.â
âYou want me to do it now?â
âYes. Because I know youâll wuss out when youâre alone. You can stay and put him on speakers for us to hear or you can go out into the hallway. Come on, chop chop.â
âNo, I have to text him first,â you protest. âWhat if heâs busy?â
Jimin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, but allows you this after a moment. âFine.â
You take out your phone from your bag thatâs lying carelessly on the floor to draft a quick message to Yoongi.Â
[12:59] You: got a minute?
The three of you go back to the food, abandoning the previous topic of conversation in favor of something lighter and meaningless or else you would go crazy waiting for Yoongiâs reply. After youâre finished, you and Taehyung are in the middle of putting away all the empty containers and soda cans when your phone buzzes again.Â
You go to grab it to look at the notification, hands already starting to sweat.
[13:17] Yoongi: for you? always :)
You turn back to the guys to find them already looking at you. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively while Taehyung just stares at you.
âTime to get your whore on,â Jimin says in an exaggeratedly sultry voice.
You turn to Taehyung for help. âHeâs bullying me.â
âIgnore him,â your best friend tells you gently. âGo call Yoongi.â
When you take your phone out into the hallway, you make sure to go to the far end of it, near the main entrance so the two dorks canât eavesdrop. Youâll tell them everything once you come back anyway, but you donât want them within earshot while youâre in the middle of it.
Yoongi picks up your call on the third ring. In the background, your ear picks up on some chatter.
âHey, princess,â he greets you. Then he holds the phone away from his ear to tell someone that heâd be back in a bit.
âHey,â you say. âWhere are you?â
âJust at a fitting. I have an ad campaign to film next week,â he answers. âDid you call just to get my whereabouts?â
âNo, I⊠If youâre busy, we can talk later.â
âWeâre still in the middle of lunch break anyway. What did you want to talk about?â
You briefly regret not taking a minute to psych yourself up before. You suck in a deep breath, which eases your nerves for just a second, long enough for you to say, âYes.â
Youâre met with brief silence from the other end of the line, which only makes your palms more clammy than they already are.
âYes?â he echoes confusedly. âYes what?â
âYes,â you say again. âToâŠâ
The silence commences once more, and lasts longer than you think you can handle. Then, you hear him stop in the middle of a breath.
âOh.â A subsequent chuckle in response to the lightbulb that mustâve been switched on. âTo that?â
â...Yes.â
âYes?â
âYes.â
It feels like you two have invented a secret language that nobody else could understand. A single syllable, bouncing off the metaphorical walls of your conversation. Two idiots sharing the same brain cell.
âYes?â he continues to prod, but at this point, you know heâs just teasing you.
âYes! God, stop making me say it again. We sound so stupid.â
He graces you with a hearty laugh that makes you fight back a sheepish smile, even though there isnât a single soul in sight to witness it. Yoongi makes you so fucking shy for some reason. Your nerves dissolve momentarily as you lean against the wall, your index finger running along a crack in the paint.
âHmm, I wish you wouldâve told me this in person,â he says, his voice soft.
âI canât handle you in person. Youâd tease me so much.â
âBecause youâre adorable when youâre flustered, thatâs why.â He waits a second before adding, âYouâre blushing right now, arenât you?â
âYouâre being overly confident, Min.â
âMaybe,â he responds easily. âBut am I right, though?â
âShut up.â
When Yoongi said he would cook for you, you almost gasped.
âYou can cook?â you had asked. It wasnât an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but you suppose youâd never given much thought to the hidden sides of him.Â
âY/N,â he laughed then. âIâm a great cook. I could probably make a pretty decent career out of being a chef.â
âI didnât know that,â you told him sheepishly.
âThereâs a lot of things you still need to know about me.â It sounded like a promise. Like Iâm willing to show you me. Like Iâm willing to take the first step if youâd be in this with me too. âDoes that sound like a good idea? You, me, dinner at your place?â
âMy place?â
âYeah, so youâll be more comfortable. Iâll come over.â
This one simple gesture shouldnât affect you that much, but it does. You appreciate that heâs considerate even when it comes to the littlest things. You swell with gratitude for the thought he puts into this, into putting your comfort first. It made you feel a bit better about yourself, calmed your stormy sea of thoughts enough to rationally accept the fact that he genuinely cares.
Regardless, it doesnât stop you from spending most of the day obsessively cleaning your apartment. Even - and especially - your bedroom, although youâre sure that is not where the night will end. Every surface is spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found. Itâs like the goddamn Pope is coming over for a house inspection.Â
You havenât had a first date in⊠fuck, how long has it been now? Nine years? Itâs almost been a fucking decade already? You honestly canât tell if thatâs embarrassing or not.
But you remember the last time.
College, freshman year, with Jungkook. His yellow piece of sticky note that he slipped inside your favorite book. His adorably flustered expression when he timidly stood in front of you in the campus library. The way he was trying so hard to be confident and charming throughout your first dinner together. How he ran back to you after saying goodnight.
No.
You shut your eyes and shake your head, warding off any Jungkook-related thoughts before they could send you spiraling. You canât reminisce about your ex while waiting for someone else to show. Yoongi deserves better, and thatâs what youâre trying to be.
Youâre not exactly sure how nice you should dress tonight. Yoongi told you that you could be clad in sweats for all he cares. If the dinner didnât hold any connotation other than platonic, maybe you wouldâve really donned your loungewear like you were merely having Taehyung and Jimin over for pizza.
Youâd completely forgotten all the things people worry about in the early stages of dating, when you want to impress the other person but donât want them to think that youâre trying too hard.Â
Calm down. Itâs just Yoongi. Heâs seen you ugly crying with mascara running down your face, for fuckâs sake.
In the end, you opt for a sweater and a comfortable skirt. Casual.Â
Yoongi rings your doorbell about ten minutes later than when he said heâd be there, holding a bag full of groceries. The visual alone makes you bite back a giggle and subsequently fail. You believe this is what people would call husband material.
You take his coat and guide him into your home. âWelcome to my humble abode,â you say shyly, gesturing around as you lead him into the kitchen to show him where everything is. Why are you acting like this? This isnât you. If Taehyung or Jimin could see you right now, they would probably laugh. Hoseok would straight up be rolling on the floor.
You barely breathe as you watch Yoongi take in his surroundings. Itâs intimidating, even though you know itâs just Yoongi.Â
âI actually donât know what I expected, but I like it. Itâs very you,â he comments, smiling.
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means that itâs cute,â he says, throwing you a wink as he leans against your kitchen counter.
You avert your gaze immediately. âOh⊠Thanks,â you reply, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. âSo, uhm, what are you making? How can I help?â
âJust sit down. I got this.â
âYoongi,â you say his name in protest. âI want to h-â
âIâm trying to romance you here. Let me do that,â Yoongi says, his smile turning lopsided as he starts emptying the contents of his grocery bags. Even though his tone is light, the gentle reminder of tonight being a date shuts you right up.
You take a seat at your dining table, though you canât really sit still. As Yoongi starts working, you absentmindedly talk to each other about your day, about his campaign, about Seokjinâs album. At one point, you get up to creep over to his side when the smell of whatever heâs making becomes more prominent. You try to peek at the pot, curious, but he just shoos you away by bumping his hip against yours.
When you give him a small pout, you pretend not to notice the way his eyes dart to your mouth. You retract yourself from his personal space, choosing a spot on the other side of your kitchen island, staring at his back as he works.
You watch him expertly navigate your kitchen like heâs been here before. When heâs finished, he makes you sit down, not even letting you help bring the food to the table.
âWhat is it?â you ask once heâs settled in his seat, everything plated in front of you.
âKimchi jjigae,â he says, a proud look on his face. âMy momâs recipe.â
Itâs endearing, and it makes you smile.
For the most part, Yoongi lets you eat in peace, though thereâs still a couple of flirtatious comments here and there. Every time it comes, you bite down on your bottom lip to try and snap out of that daze before you cough, as if that would help tone down the colors adorning your face. Thereâs no verbal response from you, and it seems like Yoongi doesnât expect one either, because he just chuckles. You think he must notice the palpable nervousness that radiates off of you, but itâs not like youâre doing a very good job at hiding it.
Youâre taking baby steps and he knows it. The fact that you even agreed to this at all is already major progress.
When youâre done eating, he clears the table while he asks you to open the expensive bottle of wine that he brought over. It does wonders for your nerves.
Three glasses in and youâre visibly more relaxed as you both sit on the couch in the living room, facing each other. Thereâs a small smile on your face that you canât help, maybe itâs some of your inhibitions wearing off as a side effect of the alcohol.Â
You glance around the room, and you take in the sight of Yoongi sitting here, this close to you. He feels bigger than your small world can handle.
âYou know,â you start. If the wine didnât make you more mellow, you probably wouldnât be saying this. âThere are thousands of people thirsting over you every day.â
Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass. âReally?â
âDonât you look at the internet? I personally know two girls from college who are on the Yoongi Marry Me train,â you say matter-of-factly, like you arenât borderline tipsy in front of him.
You arenât an avid Twitter user, but every time you check the damn bird app, Yoongi is almost always trending. In every single one of his posts on social media, there is always an influx of comments asking him to marry them. Not only that, when word first got out about you collaborating with Agust D back then, people you knew - both old friends and acquaintances - practically bombarded your messages to see if it was true, and to ask if you could get them an autograph.
Yoongi stretches out his legs until they brush against yours. Your stomach flips even though itâs only your legs that are barely touching.
âThe what train?â
âYou seriously donât know about the Yoongi Marry Me movement? Look it up. Itâs a whole thing. People would do anything to, I donât know, hold your hand or something.â
With an amused look on his face, he holds your gaze. âWould you?â
âWhat?â
âWould you do all of that just to hold my hand? Because you donât have to, yâknow.â He brings the wine glass to his lips, partially hiding his face from you, and you donât know whether heâs doing it for your sake or his in preparation for the words he speaks next. âBut I would do it to hold yours.â
Youâre sure that your cheeks are burning bright, your stomach twisted in knots. Itâs the wine, but itâs definitely the effect of his words too. You stare at Yoongi in surprise; no matter how many times he openly flirts with you, heâd still elicit the same reaction from you. Itâll be hard to get used to it. He just always seems to know what to say to make you blush like a schoolgirl, which you resent but you canât deny the sparks of excitement that make your fingertips tingle.
Yoongi is smooth, and itâs even worse - or is it better? You havenât decided yet - that you know he means every word he says. It makes you feel⊠wanted. Itâs good to know that heâs being genuine, and to know that Yoongi isnât the type of person who would ever pull the rug out from under you.
Yoongi is⊠stable.
You suppose, after everything youâve been through, that stability is what you need. Itâs good for you.
You try to swerve around the thoughts, to avoid them at all costs, but deep down you know now that theyâre glaringly true.
That love is stored in two bags of groceries, so filled to the brim that some onions almost fall out. Love is stored in every flick of his wrist holding a knife, slicing the sharp blade across your cutboard. Clean cuts, yet heâs never this way when it comes to you.
Love is stored in a fond smile and adoring eyes when he sees how you cradle your expensive dishware like itâs a newborn baby before you set it carefully on the table.
Love is stored in a Yoongi-shaped silhouette, dancing over your countertops with practiced precision in every movement, filling in the cracks of your home. The love in him is reserved because you, like the moon when it crescents, still have a ways to go.
When he stands at your door an hour later with his coat in hand, you wait for him to speak first.
âPerformance review?â he asks. âHow did I do?â
âI⊠liked it. It was nice,â you say honestly. But you still feel the wine in your system, and it makes you bold enough to tease him for a change. âBut it was my first date in a while, so itâs hard to tell if that opinion is objective.â
He rolls his eyes fondly. âDo I qualify for a second date then?â
You hum in thought, making him wait on purpose. âYeah, I guess,â you say, feigning nonchalance, which earns you a hearty laugh.
âWhat are you doing tomorrow night?â he asks, hopeful.
âDonât know yet,â you answer, though youâll probably end up going home and catching up on a kdrama. âAre you coming in tomorrow?â
âJust in the morning. I have a shoot in the afternoon.â He shifts to lean his weight on his other leg, tipping his body closer to you. âBut I can pick you up after.â
âYeah? And where would we go?â
Yoongi shrugs in earnest. âJust drive around? Grab a bite?â he thinks out loud, tilting his head slightly to one side for emphasis. âI could take you to that popup store you mentioned.â
You quirk an eyebrow. âYou would stand in line with me to buy a novelty mug?â
âPretty sure we wouldnât have to stand in line if I gave them a call,â he says, grinning. âOne of the perks of the job, yâknow.â
âMust be nice,â you laugh, then shift to lean just a tad closer to him. You look at him for a brief moment before you agree, âYeah, okay.â
You and Yoongi stand there at the door, each of you on either side of the threshold. This would be an appropriate moment for a kiss, you think. That explosive first kiss, if this were a movie. Exhilaration courses through your veins. You feel it from your head to the tips of your fingers to your toes. The feeling is rendering you a mere teenager again.Â
Itâs exciting because itâs new. You have the entire book ahead of you, waiting to be written. At this point, anything could happen. Youâre a blank canvas waiting to be drawn, a blank page hoping to be written.Â
Wait.
Back up.
A kiss?
A kiss?!
With Yoongi?
Youâre thinking about kissing Yoongi?!
Fuck.
Fuck?!
Itâs the wine.
Your thoughts knock against each other like bumper cars, echoing loudly in your brain that it almost gives you a headache.
You stay still as Yoongi leans down, your heart racing while your brain just keyboard-smashes. You canât tell if you want him to kiss you or not, but when he only presses his lips against your cheek, you feel two emotions at once.
The first is disappointment, the second is relief. They press down on you with almost equal force, and youâre not really sure which one weighs heavier.
Baby steps.
You blink when he pulls away, and he just smiles fondly at you as if he can read your mind.
âGoodnight, princess.â
You watch him until heâs in the elevator, until the doors close and the lift descends. Even when you know that he must be on his way to his car and that someone else is making their way up, you stand there, with your hand loosely wrapped around the door handle, your breathing slightly erratic as you process what just happened.Â
DĂ©jĂ vu?Â
Itâs oddly reminiscent.
Youâve been here before.
Part of you thinks heâll burst through the elevator doors, or rush up the stairs if the lift is occupied, and come back to grab your face and kiss you senseless.
He doesnât.
Jungkook knows youâre probably waiting for Yoongi.
Heâs seen Yoongi pick you up after work almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and itâs driving him insane. Even on the days that Yoongi comes to the studio during the day, the guy is all over you, so much so that he doesnât even bother being a nuisance to Jungkook anymore, which just makes him a thousand times more insufferable.
Something is happening.
He canât weasel shit out of Jimin anymore because Jimin has been especially tight-lipped after accidentally spilling Yoongiâs confession to you.
Because that should be him in Yoongiâs place. Or should he say his place, and Yoongi is just a placeholder. An imposter.
Because it used to be him that you smiled shyly at.
Jiminâs words have been plaguing his every waking hour since he was forced to hear them. If she wants to choose Yoongi, let her do that too. It feels like heâs rewinding all of your memories, retracing them with cautious fingers only to find that his every footstep is being erased to make room for someone else.
An abandoned dirt road, while you walk down a flower-filled path holding someone elseâs hand.
Like youâre stamping him out.
Like he was never there at all.
Not only are you denying him a chance, youâre giving it to someone else. When he tries to move at someone elseâs pace, all he gets is left behind.
Itâs not about Yoongi; or at least, itâs not just about him. Yoongi doesnât even really matter to Jungkook in this equation. Itâs about what Yoongi represents. An idea of a person that Jungkook can never be.
A bigger life. A stable present and an even brighter future. Yoongi is everything better than him.
And thatâs his own problem to deal with, not anyone elseâs. At the end of the day, no one has to live with his insecurities but himself.
But still, he canât help it. Whenever he sees you with Yoongi, his eyes burn. Please donât let him take my place, he wishes every time, youâre the only good thing about me.
Itâs jealousy, sure, of course itâs there.Â
But what if you realize what everyone else already knows? That Yoongi is better in every single way. That Yoongi is the person who really deserves you.
What if you start to see Jungkook the way he sees himself?
You hating him - despising him with every cell in your body - is a thousand times better than you deeming him unworthy.
âI talked to Jihyo,â he speaks up suddenly, when itâs only the two of you.
âOkay,â you answer, never taking your eyes off the page in front of you. You must have circled the words daisy a thousand times already, wracking your brain for anything that rhymes. âI donât know why youâre telling me this, but good for you.â
At this point, you wonder if you should just avoid the studio for the time being. Itâs empty here again. You resent Seokjin for drowning in concept photos. You resent Namjoon for leaving Jungkook here to fend for himself, but itâs only fair, because Namjoon was only supposed to give him a helping hand, not take over the whole thing. You even resent Yoongi a bit, for not being here right this second.
âI talked to her,â Jungkook says again, ignoring your sass. âShe wonât give you a hard time anymore.â
This makes you look at him. You never asked him to do this. You never asked him to do anything. In fact, you have only ever implored him to sit still and leave things alone.
âShe never gave me a hard time,â you say. Sure, you donât appreciate being given the death glare first thing in the morning, but itâs not something that you canât ignore. It doesnât actively affect you, and the only reason Jihyo does it is because of Jungkook.
Because he broke things off with her?
Because he gives you more attention?
Ugh. Attention?
This is the stupidest and most childish thing you have had to think about in ages.
âYou said she acts differently toward you.â
âAnd arenât you the reason why?â you counter. âBecause you two were fucking?â
Jungkook visibly winces at your words, like he did when you mentioned it the first time in the break room. You donât mean to be snarky; youâre just stating the facts. They were hooking up.Â
You donât harbor any ill will toward any of his past lovers, and that includes Jihyo. You know she doesnât have anything against you either, at least not on a personal level because you donât know each other well enough to do so. Sheâs just someone you pass by every day on your way to the elevator.
âSo why did things end?â you ask just for the sake of it, since he was the one who brought it up. But youâd be lying if you said you werenât curious.
He hesitates for a moment. âShe wanted something more and it wasnât the same for me.â
Itâs stupid that the tiny voice in the back of your head resurfaces, hoping that you were the reason why he couldnât pursue things with another woman.
Jihyo isnât you, that much is clear. You never asked for anything more from him, not once from start to finish. He was always the first one to pour love into you. Itâs arguable which one of you loved the other more - maybe you loved each other equally, just in different ways - but it was a fact that Jungkook always took the initiative. He made the first move so you wouldnât have to. He gave you the option to match his affection, and never have to worry about being left out to dry.
He took initiative, right until the very end.
You bite your bottom lip, then give him a curt response, âOkay.â
Your phone vibrates with a text from Yoongi but you donât open it just yet. You look at Jungkook, who only looks back at you. His lips part slightly as he searches for the right words, or any word at all. Itâs like youâre asking him to navigate a minefield when all he has to do is be honest. Even if he told you that he fell out of love with you, it wouldnât be that bad. You would be hurt, yes, but you wouldnât blame him. You would understand. It would be a reason.
Silence fills the room, save for the continuous tapping of your pen on paper.
He says your name, pleading. âIâm trying here.â
At Jiminâs party, Jungkook said you were someone important to him. You donât doubt that he meant it, and thatâs what infuriates you the most. Youâre important, but he keeps running circles around you and making your head spin. Youâre important, but everything heâs done makes you think that youâre the opposite. Youâre important, just not important enough to get an explanation.
You know heâs genuine about everything he says, but thatâs not enough. You canât sustain yourself on just his words alone.
Itâs another cycle of the same conversation, running over and over and over again. Heâs reaching out but heâs holding back. Youâre still getting nowhere. You donât know how many times he has to make you ask this, only to not give you any clarity at all.
If there is a trait of Jungkookâs that you both love and hate at the same time, it is that he doesnât know when to quit.
He texts you every day even when you donât reply - one for good morning, and one for goodnight. He gets you a chai latte every day, which doesnât do shit for your concentration because thereâs not enough caffeine in it. He gets the door for you whenever you go into the same room together. He hounds your every waking moment. He makes sure that heâs the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thought that crosses your mind before you go to sleep.
Iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.
You suppose this is him, showing up again. In a lot of ways, itâs selfish. But itâs an effort too. Now your phone is full of meaningless messages that remain unread.
You barely glance at him. Itâs routine at this point. He tries in ways that you donât bother acknowledging anymore, because you figured that the best course of action is to let him wear himself out. When he has had enough of it, when he deems his efforts to be enough to absolve his guilt, heâll stop. He has to.
But at what point does it stop?
At what point will you stop wanting to give in to him? Your mind rages wars with itself every time you feel his eyes on you, and you have to kill the urge to not turn your head and look at him too. At what point will you stop wanting to go to him and let him in again? At what point will you stop unconsciously making him a priority?
All of this, you supposed, is to say: Do you still love him?
You know that if you sit down and get to the root of it, youâll find an answer you donât like. Even in this moment, you want him to tell you just a fraction of the truth, because that would probably be enough to reel you back in.
Your own heart claws at your chest but this is how it has to be for a while. All you can do is take it one day at a time, gently nudge your heart in one direction like a child that needs to be goaded, until he doesnât live on the forefront of your mind anymore.
Until someone else does.
âNo, youâre not.â You stand up then, closing your notebook with more force than necessary. âIf youâre really trying, then I wouldnât still be wondering why I wasnât enough to make you stay.â
Even then, youâre still hoping that heâd say something else. But when youâre only met with silence, the anticipated disappointment in you bubbles, boiling. His reluctance to clue you in makes it easier for you to decide.
There's someone else who's willing to give you things that you don't even need to ask for.
In your mind, it's clear who you should choose.
Jungkook clenches his teeth, holding his breath as he watches you shove your things into your bag. âAre you going home?â he asks after a minute.
You could say yes and let the conversation die a swift and simple death. But for some reason, you choose to kill it violently. You bite the inside of your cheek before you tell him, âI donât know. Yoongiâs picking me up.â
The chagrinned look that takes over his features for a split second is one that you immediately catch. Maybe itâs because he wants to make sure you know how he feels about this, or maybe you still have a way of reading him somehow. Regardless of what his face tells you, he doesnât prod any further.
Your phone vibrates on the table, the sound ten times more thunderous amidst the silence thatâs befallen the both of you. You donât need to check the screen to know whoâs calling, and neither does he. When you leave, the sound of your fading footsteps ricochets off the walls. It shoots right through him.
He hears every word of that conversation ringing in his ears then. He recalls that afternoonâs sunset; it was the most beautiful sunset he saw that year, despite the sun overhead mocking him with every magnificent glint of light. He sees the look on your face when his words finally register in your mind, the Oh moment when you understood what he was saying, when the smile you wore sunk helplessly to the floor because even though you knew that love had an expiration date, you hoped your love would be the exception.Â
That memory fades, only to be replaced by something much worse. He sits there with Jiminâs words, echoing in his mind, reverberating around the room.
Technically, you and Yoongi havenât been on a second date. You think.
Youâve seen him almost every night since the dinner, when he picks you up at the studio. Sometimes, you two just drive around. Sometimes, you sit by the river in the cold, eating hot ramen cups and giggling over nothing. Sometimes, he just takes you straight to your home if he has a packed schedule the next day.
These days, you see Yoongi even more than you see Taehyung. Even though he hasnât explicitly implied that any of these outings is a date, you know you arenât hanging out as just friends anymore.
It feels good to be wanted. The feeling is reinforced tenfold because itâs been so long that itâs like youâre experiencing it for the first time in a new body, as a different person.
But even after all of that, you two can still go back to being friends like nothing ever happened. Because in a way, maybe nothing did happen. Maybe things have always been like this between you, the only difference is now youâre noticing the meaning behind his words and glances.
You two can still go back, because technically, no line has been crossed.
But tonight, something feels different. Itâs colder, but Yoongi keeps you warm with all the looks heâs been giving you all night.
It feels like youâre both toeing that line right now.Â
You know that once you cross it, things canât revert back to the way they were anymore.
You know that it will happen eventually, because Yoongi isnât doing this just to half-ass it. He wonât back out, and he has made it crystal clear from the start.Â
Usually, this is the part where he tells you goodnight and you have to pretend not to freak out when he kisses you on the cheek in goodbye.
He takes a step closer, you take no step back.Â
âYou know what Iâm about to do, right?â
You do. You could say youâre even hopeful.
âI might have an ideaâŠâ
âOkay,â he says easily. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer. The way the corner of his mouth tugs upward tells you that heâs pleased, that you know whatâs about to come and youâre letting it happen. Still, he asks, âCan I?â
You nod. That glowing sensation washes over you in waves.
âWords, princess,â he reminds you.Â
Your hands land on the lapel of his coat. âYes, you can.â
He chuckles, and squeezes you a little tighter.Â
Then it happens.
The line you clumsily drew in the sand has been erased.
Yoongi is kissing you.
Youâre kissing him back.Â
Heâs soft and warm and he holds you like youâre delicate. His sincerity, you can feel it in his kiss, and itâs only a fraction of it. Regardless, there is still life that blooms this winter. Inside of you, small and fragile, but itâs there.
You sigh into his mouth, feeling completely limbless if not for him holding your body upright. One of his arms wounds itself tighter around your middle while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek more easily. Yoongi tilts his head further to one side to deepen the kiss. You feel something in his kiss that you have never heard in his words, something soft and pleading. Wanting but still contained. Out of fear that you might run away, perhaps? You canât blame him though. You are a bit of a flight risk.
The wind dances past like a nosy bystander, pressing you further into him like it wants you to be more sure in the way you move, in how much of yourself youâre willing to give to him. Instead, the cold just makes you shiver.
When you break away, his hand on your face moves to hold the back of your head. Yoongi doesnât look half as flushed as you think you do, though his cheeks are slightly rosy.
Through a thin veil of clouds, the moon still shines down on his profile.Â
The chill in the air, the mesmerizing view of moonlight dancing across his features, and most of all, the way youâre still lost in the kiss, in the feeling of being wanted.
âCâmon, Iâll walk you up,â he says, after you stay silent for a beat too long, hooded eyes basking in the warmth of a heart chasing your own. You want to want him. You do want him, but thereâs still something missing. It doesnât feel entirely right, but for now, you try not to dwell on it too much. Just let it be. Maybe in time, that void will inevitably fill.
Yoongi holds your hand through the lobby and on the whole way up even if neither of you says anything, just shy glances in the elevator and bashful half-hidden smiles. You donât invite him in once you get to your door - because an invite now insinuates something that you just arenât ready for - but he does kiss you again. If the kiss you shared downstairs is a proper goodnight kiss, then this one means see you later and doesnât last half as long, but it makes you tingle just the same.
He pulls back, only to dive in again, and again, and again, until one chaste kiss turns into five and you have to push him away with a giggle so you can breathe.
âSorry,â he mumbles, eyes still set on your mouth. âCouldnât help myself.â
âYoongi,â you say, a little breathily, like oxygen hasnât sufficiently made its way into your lungs since downstairs.
He rests his forehead against yours. âYouâve never said my name like that before,â he sighs.
âLike what?â
âLike you want me to kiss you again.â
You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and pretend to consider this even though you know you would like to be kissed again. âMaybe I do,â you say after a beat, bravely. âJust one more.â
He gives you your final kiss of the night then, one that lasts a second longer than the others, like heâs trying to memorize how you taste.
You head in once Yoongi is out of sight. You lean your body against the door the second you snap the lock shut. You touch your lips lightly, reliving those moments again even though they happened mere seconds ago. Youâre buzzing with excitement like a schoolgirl, every feeling coursing through your body all at once.Â
Youâre familiar with this. Itâs the stage right before every love song you listen to suddenly reminds you of that one person.
You go through your regular evening routine with a pep in your step, thanks to a certain person tonight. You take off your carefully applied makeup and take a nice, hot shower. You think the heat would help melt away the high that youâre riding - like youâve had too much coffee to drink and now your senses are beyond heightened - but it doesnât. Once youâre fresh and comfortable in your PJs, you still feel that jittery feeling seeping through your pores, keeping you awake. Thereâs a message from Yoongi that tells you he has made it home safely.
Itâs still early, and youâre far too restless to go to bed. You decided to brew yourself a mug of chamomile tea, even though you donât even like chamomile and you canât remember why you even have it, but they say that apparently chamomile is good for sleep. You decide to take the mug into the living room to sort through your mini mountain of mail that shouldâve been dealt with days ago.
Sitting underneath that pile of junk mail and letters addressed to the previous tenant even though youâve lived here for nearly two years, is a cream-colored card addressed to you. The material feels smooth under your fingertips, like velvet if thatâs even possible. Inside, there are two names - one you recognize and another you donât - typed out in a fancy calligraphy font and encircled by pretty flowers, all pinks and whites and romantic.
The saccharine sensation associated with the thought of Yoongi dissipates instantly. Instead, your mind blanks, only to buzz to life again momentarily with a newfound sinking feeling dragging you down.
You suddenly realize that Jungkook hasnât crossed your mind once tonight. Not until now. That crestfallen look in his eyes from the other night appears in your mind again, clear as day.
You are, quite literally, holding someoneâs declaration of love and yet, itâs not joy that you feel, having been asked to join them on their special day.Â
You never thought you would see Jungkookâs family again - even though you always adored his parents and you felt that they loved you too - let alone receive an invitation to his brotherâs wedding.
remember when y'all said u wanted a wedding?? well u didn't say whose wedding đ
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How you feel after copying moodboards: đœđđ„đșđđ€Łđ«ŠđđđŻđ»đ„¶đ€đžđ€âșïž
Copying moodboards from people who can actually make them (unlike you) isnt cool đđ
AHHH OMG my first hate commentđ
How do you feel after hating anonymously (without any reason or context) : đ„șđđ„đđ„°đ„¶đŻđ
ÂżWhy this? : I DO make my MBs!! I always put a lot of effort into them and therefore my MBDs remain in drafts for DAYS. This is where the problem comes in:
⥠I take images and/or inspiration from Pinterest & Tumblr (since most of these are for PUBLIC use)
ÂżWhy is this a problem 4 me?
⥠Sometimes I take photos that are edited by certain users! To whom the images DO belong and are of their authorship (logically)
ÂżAm i using an Pic that is yours?
⥠To avoid problems with this
PLEASE SEND ME A DM!!
to claim your cds I am a human being who makes mistakes and I am always open to any inconvenience âĄ
âčïž I want to apologize for my carelessness. I hope no one has anything against me or thinks that I really stole MBDS or that I do it intentionally (which is not the situation)
Tysm 4 reading! and thanks anon for giving voice to the problem!
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Hi <33
I am just getting into Vedic astrology and it has been opening a lot of horizons--Somehow it gives me a lot of clarity into how I want to live my life to be honest.
I love how informative your posts are and they did give me a lot of moments of reflection. Really, you're doing amazing work â€ïž
If you don't mind, can I ask you about my darakaraka? My darakaraka is moon, which is also my birth nakshatra (pushya moon). Does that mean my spouse will be reflecting my traits a lot, or at least we share very similar values?
Thank you so much and I look forward to your future posts â€ïžâ€ïž
Hiii Anon!đ·
Aww I'm so glad that vedic astrology is helping u in beautiful ways.đđ€©
Omg tqsm for ur appreciation, it makes me feel seen, that's wonderful that u could relateđđ·đ
In general, moon dk can mean that ur fs can be emotionally intelligent, they can have a tendency to change their mind easily, they like fast changes and dynamic lifestyle and stimulation, that's why their mind can change easily like going from being interested in one thing to becoming disinterested and preferring another activity better. This doesn't mean they're disloyal, I'm talking about their tendency in navigating through likes, dislikes kinda stuff. The only difference between 'dynamic, fast' between mars and moon is that, mars can try to dominate and enforce it upon u whereas moon will try to accommodate ur needs and preferences too. They can be the type of person who understands what u r feeling without u uttering a single word, that's what is emotional intelligence and understanding.đđ€
As for ur Q's, moon is in own house, so yes u two can have good emotional compatibility and be comfortable with each other, fs can share ur emotional, caring and nurturing traits, this can also be an indication where ur family introduces u to ur fs unless there is other relationship placements in chart.đđ
Dk in 1,5,9 houses can indicate that ur partner is a form of blessing, result of ur past life good karma, they will be ur lucky charm and embody the qualities u would love to have in ur fs. Dk in 4,7,10 houses means that both the individuals could have struggled a lot during earlier life stages, after finding each other they develop together and achieve their goals in each other's presence. Dk in 6,8,12 houses means karmic partners, someone from ur past life, this doesn't always mean bad, if Jupiter aspects ur dk in these houses, it shows that u both struggled in past life and are here to be together like soulmates in this lifetime. Dk in 2,3,11 houses can show that u can struggle with compatibility with fs at first but gradually get good at it and be each other's backbone through thick and thin. This is a placement that gets better with age. đđč
These are general interpretations, ofc the full chart can bring a whole lot of changes, tq for asking this Q's, it was good to answer.đ
(Here's a cute moodboard for u anon đđ€©)
With Love- Yashiđ
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I am humbly requesting a Ricky Olson author moodboard if possible :))
Omg my first request I got so excited !! đđđ€
Here ya go! :) (I hope it's what you envisioned)
Also y'all should go read his book!! (It's the picture in the middle!!) Here's the link to it on Amazon
#motionless in white#ricky olsen#ricky horror#moodboard#ricky olson fanfic#ricky olson x reader#ricky olson imagine#chris motionless#vinny mauro#ryan sitkowski#justin morrow
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hii tysm for 200 followers, it hasnt even been a month since i reached 100 đđ. i only started this acc bc my amazing friend @wonbuni đ„°đ„° told me to make/post moodboards and i didnt think i would get a lot of attention (specifically on my moka moodboard like omg over 600+ notes WHAT.) anyways ty for supporting my acc when i was seunghnie and even now since ive been rkkuri!!
thank you to my bffs who always like my posts đ„°
@wonbuni @j2sngs @dohonie @gyareii @shuaver @wnhee @ctrlchas
thank you to the mutuals ive made since making this acc đ€
@m00nbap @jaes1lvr @gigittamic @jaehyunkat @hourlyhoon @khaer @lsfrm @koocita @i2krna @jazzitos @lil-liaa @hyelita @futurenjun @ssakuyas @daddldee
AND TY TO EVERYONE WHO FOLLOWS ME!! (my inbox is always open if you wanna ask to be mutuals đ€ + idk why it didnt tag everyone.. IM CYRING)
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I also wanted to make you a moodboard when I saw you liked Tamarack! I'm sorry it probably doesn't look that great, but I hope you like it nonetheless. đ€đ
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@beatvenueyani, OMG I LOOOVE IT!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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Based on that post.
My Dear, I couldn't possibly not write you an additional commentary to go with it. <3
You SO do. I've never seen you anything but welcoming and warm with me. Like I'm pretty sure I'd be friends with you in RL!
Huh-huh. And god bless you for falling into the Top Gun fandom.
*Ice-Biting you*
I do enjoy reading our exchange on AUs, more than anything. <3
Be advise though, I'd probably cat-lick you first.
Funnily enough, I'd have been rather shy when I first followed you whenever you posted sterek and coldflash content years ago... :D
You'd have to take me on a date before! ;P
*blanket is soft and cozy, and cocoa all ready for you (with mini-marshmallows *wink wink*)
Yes!!!!!!!!! (But I still enjoy your content my dear)
I'd give you half a cannoli. (it's my bribe food)
I'd fight for you..... hoping not to die in the process? XD
Well...... We're technically are already, Tumblr Spouse.
As free space, I choose......Crochet Master!
I'm sure you need to rest too. Chop chop, off you go: to bed!
You're a sweet and kind person! <3
Accept this hug! đ€
BIG BRAINED MUTUAL. OMG. 1000000000000%. We think alike it's crazy!!!
Queen Nixie.
Your AUs are the BEST! Love how on spot your moodboards are, fitting said AUs to a T.
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Riding is more enjoyable than dying. (Bradley's words post-mission)
Moots backing AND cooking together, YES PLS. (I do a mean risotto aaaaaaaaaaand vanilla cake)
I love that one, Hi Beloved Tumblr Spouse! đ
At your service.... đ«Ą
Well..... You are in a way..... Your list of AUs is reeeeeeeal chaotic. XD
#nixie you angel#for free space it was either corchet master OR your gems-like tags#because for each post you give us sooooooo many details in the tags and I LOVE IT#take care my dear and have a sweet week#answered asks#đredđfurryđcatđtagđ
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J!! Iâm so sorry I missed your birthday and lovey soirĂ©e!
Happy belated birthday dear friend đ€ Thank you for being such a bright spot in this fandom and for being an all around amazing person!
hi lucy!! omg this picture is so cute, thank you so much!! đ„čđ and you and din always go hand-in-hand in my thoughts - so I made you a little din-themed moodboard just because! đ hope your weekend has been good to you!
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omg i need to know more about your midsommar au, the prologue was awesome!!! so excited to read more from you âŁ
so happy you enjoyed!!!! đ©”đ„č
i donât wanna give too much away, but the basic premise is that mikasa lives in the settlement and ventures into the outside world looking for two things â a mate and potential sacrifices. the cult is largely made up of the families that started from the original team of scientists and their wives, so im sure you recognized some of the last names from the prologue!!! mikasa, reiner, annie, marco, and the reiss siblings all have relatives on that original team (though it wasnât obvious, historia had a grandmother as part of the final passage ceremony for alaric)!
eren is an aspiring author working on his first novel. all of his friend group are somehow involved in something artistic â jean is a painter/artist, armin is a photographer, and floch is in a (struggling) band as a guitarist. they met during college, and they (as well as mikasa and the rest of the familiar 104 cast) are in their mid-20s!!!
im gonna be making family trees for the major characters because it can get tricky to keep track of who came from who and whoâs married and who it all went down!!! i also wanna make moodboards for mikasa and erenâs group.
next chapter will dive into the tragedy that happens to erenâs family and the groupâs first contact with mikasa in a bar. @likesunsetorange convinced me to add a bit of a meet cute into a cult fic LOL đ„čđ«¶
im really happy with the reception for the prologue! it was so fun to explore the original team and everything that led to the cultâs unintentional formation. i intentionally left a big gap between alaricâs revelation and erwinâs childhood so it can be discussed during the fic!!
thank you so much for reading!!!! đđ€ :))
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sar hello! happy one year <3 idk what to ask so maybe a moodboard if you're up for it :)
SKYE!!!! OMG!!!!! YES IM UP FOR IT!!!!!
MOODBOARD BASED ON YOUR VIBE!
omg okay so you remind me of the color blue, picnics on that rare winter day where itâs chilly, but the sun is still warming your skin, reading a book in your favorite sweater, realistic paintings of fruit, bunnies for some reason? glitter, bright smiles, hand written notes, cute indie bookstores and overall happiness.
you didnât ask for a playlist, but iâm still going to gove you a song that reminds me of you đ€
seigfried â frank ocean
this is a song i love so dearly and one that makes me think of winter a lot. it also reminds me of all the things that you remind me of like warmth on chilly days, books, etc. <3
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Hi Mav! âĄÂŽïœ„áŽïœ„`âĄ
This for the little f/o moodboard thingy. Okay, okay scenario: your f/o helping you run errands.
So when I donât feel like running errands, Steven always takes me. He makes doing things I donât want to do so much easier by him just being with me. Iâm a lot more productive when heâs around to cheer me on and overall I just feel less anxious when heâs with me.
omg hi rhea!!!! ugh I know the feeling running errands is like đ
heres a moodboard for steven taking you to run errands! I hope you like it đ€
send me your f/o and a scenario and I'll make a moodboard
#had fun making it đ€đ€ it making running errands feel cozy#f/o moodboard#asks#moon knight#rhea <3
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hii just wanted to say ur moodboards are SO pretty! also congrats on 100!!! đ€
omg tysmm!!! thatâs so sweet iâm glad you like my moodboards ml đ€
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Dear Cari! Let me just drop a very belated little gift in your inbox! â€ïžïž
I started making a little something for Miss Sawyer way back before my hiatus and decided to finish it today. Originally, I wanted to go with a nice white-and-gold combination, but long story short, it was impossible to match the tones well enough to my liking sksksk.
However, since Sawyer is very much a beach girl, I decided to change the plans last minute and come up with a vacation-themed moodboard! đ
I hope you will not mind that it involves a little bit of Ethan as well, but the vacation theme kind of demands it lmao.
Thank you so much for being such a lovely and encouraging person and for gifting us all with your top-tier content! We all appreciate your support, your kind heart and your breathtaking talent more than words can say! I hope life is treating you with the utmost kindness these days! đ„°ïž
Lin!!! First of all, I really am so happy to see you active this weekend. I know you needed to take a break from all this, but I'm so, so glad it wasn't permanent. We all love you!đđđ
THANK YOU SO MUCH for this is beautiful gift. It's so perfectly Sawyer (and Ethan). Being at the beach or near water is definitely her happy, peaceful place. And being there with Ethan, it's just pure bliss.
Can we talk about that bikini top resting on the rock? OMG, that totally reminded me of this little ask.
Thank you for thinking of me and my Sawyer. You're support and friendship means the world to me. ILYSM!!!đ€
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