#There's a reason that JK doesn't go into detail about them OKay!

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I will ask this question, cause you're a neutral blog. And your replies seem pretty honest, so far.

Every one often talks about how all members are so close, how they love each other so much etc.

So JK, he loves them all, is close to all? He seems esp close with jm?

So how do you think he's okay with Hybe treating him different from other members? I am sure he knows, lol.

Doesn't he care that jm, who he seems close with/seems to care for, didn't get any recognition for his bb1 while the company has been yelling about his from rooftops and also dropping more cds and remixes to secure more records for him?

2 months in, he's still allowed to promote a single, that he didn't even co write, overlapping with another member's release, while some who dropped album had to stop promotion in a few days cause their promotions couldn't overlap? Add heavy playlisting, ads, radio and versions and what not, that Jk got and no other member did, despite one of them having a whole English version.

Yeah, people will come at me with you are a "Jk anti". Well no, he's my bias too. But I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's cool with everything and enjoying his "achievements". Cause even as fans we can see the blatant favouritism by Hybe.

"Your replies seem pretty honest, so far". Anon, I feel like I'm being tested here.

Ok, I'll give you an answer which probably won't satisfy you nor anyone else. The truth is, I don't know. There's not enough out there for me to have a definitive answer that would make sense. Of course it's so easy to come up with something. But the gaps left by the lack of information can be left just like that. Everyone else is trying to fill them anyway. Not with possible explanations, but with so called definitive knowledge which I think it's so far from a reality that for us outsiders, is quite fragmented. A Jimin fan will give you one answer, Army another one, a JK fan something different and so on. And everyone believes they have the one right answer when that's far from being true.

There's possible explanations influenced by biased points of view. We will go in the direction that speaks more to us and our already preconceived notions anyway. It's also difficult to accept we don't know everything. That as much as we wish we'd do, we're actually left out, we're outside looking in at something that happens in between spaces that are hidden from us.

How am I supposed to know what conversations are taking place in private between JM and JK about their careers, about the professional relationship with the company? I don't. Your questions are valid but are based on a fragmented image. It's frustrating, but that's the way it is. As long as these people will not address directly the concerns fan have (which they never will most likely), then we should accept that we don't and can't know everything that would explain the pieces that we see on the surface.

Jimin and all the members have renewed their contract with BH. It was the most probable outcome and nothing surprising for me. They are riding the BTS train because it's not some insignificant one yet. We don't know the details of their contract, what benefits they have, but there must have been good reasons for them to stick around. Including JM. I can also admit and be self aware that my desires as fan have nothing to do with the artist. I can see what can be perceived as mistreatment and favoritism, but I have no way of knowing as of now if actual issues were resolved or in what way.

My opinion on JM and JK in terms of personal relationship is based on what I see. But it is also heavily biased because of how I interpret that. It's why so many people don't even think they hang out. I do think they are close. I don't believe that they would talk to each other in the way they do if there was any animosity between them based on career trajectory and company treatment. In my opinion, there has been nothing that indicates any sort of problem which leads me to not being able to answer your questions. The subtext in your ask is also that JK doesn't care about JM because he is being promoted whilst JM had issues with his album release. That's an assumptiom based on fan beliefs which I think should be confronted to each action done by Jungkook in connection to Jimin's album and promotion and consequently, everything JM has done and said about Jungkook in the last few months. Does it change your perspective or at least broadens it? Are you left with more questions, more unknowns? Perhaps that's good. Perhaps we can try and accept that it's only going to be like that. I'd say listen to them but not without question. People lie and people choose not to say things. Make your own opinions based on the information available. Put it all on the table and see if it makes sense to you without falling into the traps of conspiracy theories.

Edit: brief explanation on the renewal news

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 16

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Warnings: mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, dirty talk

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I don't know at what moment we grew closer to each other, but it just happened. But texts and calls were more usual at some point. Actually, it was weird if we went a day without texting each other. Thinking of it right now... I don't think we've gone a day without talking to each other at all.

Just yesterday we were hanging out at her house because I had no customers and she wasn't going to work yet. With no deep reason at all, nothing related to the deal. We just hung out and spent some time together.

She frowns when she isn't able to tell who's the person calling her while we both were trying to guess who was the murderer in that episode. I mute the whole thing, just so she's able to speak and understand everything the other person is saying, when I realize the call might last longer than just a few seconds.

Y/n first frowns, but soon her face lights up and she literally jumps over the couch to get something to write on.

—Thank you so much —I hear her say excitedly, while her back is turned at me—. Thank you so much! —she repeats— I'll see you tomorrow.

She jumps excited in that spot, her oversized t-shirt bouncing with every move, until she turns to me again with a wide smile.

—What was it? —I ask when she doesn't say a word.

—Hmm —she walks back to the couch—. You might be talking to the future designer in JP Motors.

I remember how excited she looked when she first received the call, and how soon all that excitement turned into anxiety and nervousness because she thought she wouldn't be able to pass the interview.

And probably that's why I couldn't help but think about it all morning. The client I'm tattooing hasn't spoke a single word in the four hours I've been tattooing his leg, which makes me wonder if he had fallen asleep. When I peek, trying to see a glimpse of his face, he caught me on the spot.

—Is everything okay? —I rush to ask, trying to hide the fact that I was indeed looking at him out of curiosity.

The man plays with his long beard, nodding. His rough expression doesn't really tell me much. There's no pain, no suffering. So I guess everything is indeed okay.

Before I go back to the tattoo, I look at the digital clock hanging over the mirror in my room. Y/n must be in that interview already...

—Give me one second.

Again, the man doesn't say anything, he just nods and lets me go. Rolling on the chair a few meters away, I stand up and turn to my phone placed on the desk I usually work at when Y/n isn't around. I know it's too early to ask, but I ask her how the interview went, after I send her a "Good luck" sticker -there's only a few seconds of difference between each message, but meh.

Going back to work, I give the tattoo the final details before it's finally done.

—What do you think? —I ask, when he stands up and looks at himself in the mirror.

Puckering his lips, that are barely visible over his thick red beard, he finally nods and raises his thumb. No word again.

I invite him to lead me outside so he can pay for the service, but my phone shakes in my hand when I'm about to cross the door. I see Y/n has replied to my text after thirty minutes, so probably she's done with her interview already.

As soon as I see Mark resting on the counter, I encourage the client to get to him since he'll be the one in charge of the transaction.

—Cool —he finally says.

I'd be freaking out by hearing his voice for the first time in five hours, but I'm too focused on the phone that it seems it might melt if I don't read her text as soon as possible. Carefully, I close the door to my room and rest my body back on the chair I've been sitting on for five hours.

Cocktease: Seems like I'll be serving drinks a little longer

Me: Their loss

Cocktease: Thats what losers say to comfort themselves

Me: I was just tryna be nice 🥺

And while it's true, I don't want her to overthink what happened. Sometimes, some opportunities just aren't for you, and it doesn't mean you're bad or anything. It just means that wasn't the chance you should take.

Cocktease: What is Mr. Nice doing?

Although that text makes me smile, I know it wasn't because of it, but everything that's behind it. Her cocky attitude and ironic smile while she was typing those words after I made the last comment.

She asks, and I do. I send her a picture of where I am, but of course that isn't enough for me. Because right after I send the pic, I open my contacts list -although I don't need to look too much because her name is at the top of the list, on the "Favorite contacts" list, in between my sister and Tae.

—I've been tattooing a cobra for almost five hours —I comment as soon as she picks up.

—Cobra as in the tattoo or a body part?

—Oh... Oh —I lower my voice when I understand the meaning of her words—. Dirty mind, I see. There's no better way to cope with rejection.

When I turn to look at myself in the mirror, I find my reflection with a stupid smile that makes me cringe as soon as I'm aware, and that suddenly disappears.

—You know what's better to cope with rejection? Not being reminded you were rejected —she sighs—. But thank you for trying.

Looking away from my reflection after I hear her say that, I feel bad for her. She seemed so excited yesterday when she got the call, just to be rejected the next day.

—So... are you done? —she asks out of nowhere— I mean, do you have more customers?

We haven't known each other for too long, but by the tone in her voice, I know she doesn't really care. And I understand that, she's just trying to divert the topic from something that hurt her, and I don't doubt to play along.

—Not until four —I groan, as I feel the muscles on my back stretch as I sit properly—. I think I'll go to the gym, grab something for lunch and come back. Mark is here anyway. What about you?

—I'll prepare lunch and get ready for work.

—I thought you were on your off day.

—I wish —she laughs—. Still three days left for my weekend. But it's alright, I could be doing worse.

I'm about to cheer her up, but she cuts me up before I'm able to speak. Y/n lets me know she needs to hang up, and before I can even say goodbye, I hear that annoying piping on the line.

✸ ✸ ✸

I get off work quite early, and my plan is going directly back home. No stops anywhere. Just head straight back home. But something makes me shift my plans. I sit on my motorbike, one foot on the pedal and the other finding balance on the pavement, when I remember the sound of her voice earlier today. For the past twenty minutes I was able to get rid of her, but now that I'm alone again, I go back to thinking too much about it -just like I've been doing all day since I called her.

Fuck, I shouldn't have called her.

I try to think how I can comfort her. And my mind is only able to think about sugar. It's what cheers me up when I'm off, so maybe it'd help her, too.

A quick stop at one of those gummy shops, and I have a plastic bag filled with any type of sweets. At first, I think of picking her up at work, like I've already done a few times, but I remember that Tam might be there tonight, and it'd be weird if I show up there for no reason at all -other than seeing Y/n.

So I make my way to her house, and decide to wait for her there -which is another bad idea, since she won't get there until she's done with work, and that could end up with me waiting for her for three hours.

But I don't really mind it.

I get to her floor, after I made my way inside thanks to one of her neighbors coming out as soon as I arrived, and just sit on the stairs next to her door. It's my time to level up on the games I've left aside for weeks -or months.

I have no idea how long I'm playing, sitting there. And I've lost count of all the times I looked to the other side of the stairs, excited every time I heard footsteps somewhere. Until one of those footsteps is indeed hers.

Y/n is looking down, dragging her feet over the last step of the stairs, with a tired expression letting me know she's had a rough day. Although it disappears as soon as she looks up and finds me. Her lips pucker, and her head is slightly tilted as she tries to question why I'm standing in front of her door.

—You sounded off on the phone this morning —I start explaining before she can even ask—. So I bought some sweets —I raise the plastic bag filled with striking coloured candy—, and drove here.

Something in the way she looks at me shifts when I say all that. Her eyes soften to my comment, and a tiny smile appears on her face -something that would be impossible to notice for someone that doesn't know her.

After I come in, I close the door behind me and just follow her around, although she disappears shortly after to get changed. I set everything, moving the table a bit forward so I can sit on the floor, and use the couch as a backrest.

When Y/n joins me, she sits on my right.

—There was this movie announced the other day —I bring it up, when I think she's about to speak about that damned interview—. Let's watch it.

Truth is, I did see it announced the other way as I was zipping through channels, trying to find something nice to watch. The topic of the movie aligns with what we have going on, and it's a nice movie that will help her think about something else.

—Have you come over to do a teaching class?

She jokes, and I'm completely aware that she's looking at me with one of those killing smiles.

I shush her, avoiding making any type of eye contact with her, while my eyes are fixed on the TV in front of us.

Although I've tried my best to keep the focus on the screen, because I came here just to cheer her up, I can't help but turn my face to her a few times. The move of her lips as she chews on the gummy bear, how she traces her lower lip with her tongue when she's done... All of her is driving me insane. So when she picks up the gummy bear with her left hand, I move faster and hold her wrist between my fingers, redirecting her digits to my teeth so I can take the gummy bear away from her.

—I've only eaten two of...

I don't let her say anything else, because my lips collide against her before she's able to say anything else, moving the gummy bear from my mouth to hers as we kiss. She lowly gasps, and the way she sucks on my lower lip when I break the kiss just screams how she doesn't give zero fucks about the movie and just wants the kiss to keep going.

I go back to my place, thinking that a kiss would be enough for me. Oh, but how wrong I was... The taste of her spit mixed with the pineapple taste of the gummy bear was way too good to be able to think about anything else.

But she's able to make me think about something else when we reach the part of the movie where Gerard Butler confesses why he doesn't do relationships, and I feel her eyes falling on me instantly -even if that wasn't her intention.

—You want to know, don't you? —I turn to her with a funny smile, although deep inside I'm praying she doesn't make me talk about it.

—No —she frowns, and shakes her head—. But... if you feel like sharing.

And that's a yes.

I chuckle, finding her cute although I'm going to open up about something that fucked me up for months. I turn to her, knowing damn well this will be the most vulnerable I'll feel with a woman that isn't my sister.

—It was just one.

Leslie.

I tilt my head as her voice starts sounding real, as if she were begging for me to forgive her right now, while she started picking her things up from our shared apartment. I try to sum up everything that happened in a matter of ten minutes, and later two rough days, into a short sentence that won't last even a second.

—And she cheated on me. I loved her more than she loved me. Simple as that. After five years of dating, instead of breaking up with me, she started seeing one of my customers. She only said she didn't want to hurt me, but she wasn't feeling the same way. Living together, working together... It wore her out.

Sometimes I wonder if I was too oppressive, if I lost her because I didn't give her enough space and that's why she felt the need to find that space somewhere else. If everything that happened in those five years, and our routine, was the only thing at fault for the distance that grew in between us and that led her to mess with some other guy.

When I look up, I see Y/n totally lost in her own thoughts. Eyebrows frowned, and lips forming a thin line, as she probably tries to find some sense in what happened.

—Chill, cocktease. Last time I saw that look, you threw a shoe at my head —I click my tongue—. And it's not like you have any reasons to be looking this way.

—I'm just annoyed. That's it —she shrugs—. I can't stand lies, and I always get worked up when something similar happens in movies or shows.

I guessed so.

—You look cute when you're annoyed —I move my thumb across the frowned space between her eyebrows, trying to make those wrinkles disappear.

—Huh, so that's why you always try to piss me off.

I think... But I'm not actually thinking about what she's just said. I'm thinking about how close we are right now, and how tempting her lips are looking right now.

Fuck it.

I lean a bit more, enough for my lips to cover hers again gently, although she doesn't seem to want to go slow by the way she pulls me by the neck and hides her fingers in between my locks, giving me goosebumps that run all over my spine.

The kiss is sloppy and messy, but she tastes so good, she feels so good I can't stop right now. I only break the kiss to talk to her, and make her the question we both want to hear at this exact moment. I can tell she's afraid of what i'm about to say when I break the kiss, but her looks change as soon as I speak.

—Can we go to your room? —I ask with a raspy voice.

I want it to happen, I want to do everything to her right now. But, at the same time, I'm scared she isn't sure and might regret what happens. And that sensation seems to grow bigger when we are both standing in front of her bed.

Those lips and tongue on my neck feel like a hot iron tracing my skin. I'm trying hard to control myself when one of her hands goes from my shoulders -where she was supporting herself on, as she stood on her tiptoes- to my pants to unzip them. I help her, bending to take my pants off, and my sweatshirt shortly after.

Her tongue traces her lower lip as her eyes disseminate my body, and I can't wait to look at her the same way.

I step closer to her, able to kiss her cheek and jaw softly, as I get rid of her comfy shirt. And no one's skin has looked so bright and delicate as hers. I trace her collarbone, moving my digit down her chest -in between those covered tits I'm desperate to suck on-, and going lower to her pants after controlling myself like I've never done before.

I do just as she did. I tower over her, leaning my body slightly to reach her earlobe -moving her locks behind her ear-, so I can play with all the sensitive spots she seems to have there. Just a gentle touch from my fingers and she's already gasping for air.

—Wait —she stops me, when I finally get rid of her pants—. I know it'll sound dumb, but I don't...

—You aren't ready? —I finish for me—. It's okay —she stops me from stepping back, holding my arm.

—It's not that. I'm not ready for that.

I see her moving her head, trying to let me know what she means, although I'm kinda clear on what she's talking about. Of course she isn't ready to fuck yet.

—But I want to do something else. I want you to touch me —she whispers, some tints of shyness adorning her words—, and I want you to teach me how to touch you.

I think I know what we could do, so I point with my head towards the bed. Even if she seems to be okay with it, I still ask her many times whether she's ready or not, always making sure she knows she can stop whenever she feels like it.

—If you want to stop, just say it, okay? —I let her know, as I see her lying in the middle of her bed.

I join her, kneeling in front of her body when she finally nods. But it's not until she starts stripping that I'm aware that maybe the one that isn't ready it's me. Y/n takes her bra and panties off calmly, breathing turning heavy when she finally looks at me with her cheeks slightly blushed. I can feel my dicks twitch inside my boxers when I see her perking nipples on full display, just imagining the rugosity of her buttons is driving me crazy. And that mixed with the fact that her legs are still rubbing closer, hiding her core from me... I don't think I'm strong enough.

I get naked with her, taking off my boxers under her attentive gaze. Her eyes go a bit wide when she finally sees me completely naked, and her lips travel in between her lips to wet them. I move her right thigh lower so I can straddle it, and finally catch a glimpse of her wet pussy.

I hold my cock with my left hand, while the other one massages her left thighs, pushing it away so her legs are completely spread and she's finally open for me.

—Put your fingers around me.

I try not to choke on my own spit when I finally feel her fingers around me. And even if I want her to move it, I stop her to spit close to her fingers so she has some lube to work on. I motion her hand under mine on my cock, letting her know how to start, how to make me feel good. Y/n is so distracted from pleasuring me, that she isn't aware of how close I'm getting to her core until my palm is completely covering it.

My fingers slide through her folds, from her entrance to her clit, spreading her juices before I start teasing it with two of my fingers.

—Have you ever touched yourself? —she nods.

My fingers go down her pussy again, finding her tight hole. I tease her, moving my digit in circles to get her ready, until she lifts her hips and commands me to invade her. The moment I slide in, her fingers wrap around my shaft tighter, making both of us moan.

Her walls embrace my fingers perfectly, and I can tell she has never done much more than fingering herself with one finger -or, at most, two- when touching herself.

—You're so tight —I groan, sliding my finger until it's knuckles deep inside her.

I move in sync with her hand, giving to the both of us the best simulation, it almost feels as we were fucking each other right now. The pleasure in her eyes, when Y/n finally looks at me is indescribable.

I stretch her out, enough to add a second finger that makes her lips press on each other harder, the moan getting stuck in her throat.

—You're working on my cock so well —with my free hand, I reach her face, my thumb pushing her lower lip so her mouth is parted and I can hear her gasps—. Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm being to you.

My left hand travels from her jaw and neck to her tits, touching them as gently as I'm able to right now, while my fingers curl inside of her. I finally hear a moan from her, that only encourages me to keep moving on that spot a few more times. Her legs spread wider, and her thigh caged between my legs rubs and pressed against my balls. And fuck ain't that hot. And she knows it, because she keeps that pressure and moves on my loaded balls while her hand moves faster on my cock.

—Jungkook —I move my fingers faster, making the wet sounds that come from her pussy completely audible for the two of us—. Fuck, you're so good.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers after a few more minutes, and I know she's about to get there. I want her to get there. My thumb works on her needy clit, while my fingers thrust into her fast, making her tits bounce with the movement.

She lets a loud moan fill the room when she cums, back arching and eyes going blank as her free hand holds onto the sheets while the other holds onto my cock. And that image is the only thing I need to cum all over her.

—Oh fuck —I moan.

But after a few seconds enjoying the feeling of my high, and her hand still on my cock, I'm aware that I've actually cummed all over her, my load is on her belly.

—Oh fuck —I repeat, but this time I'm concerned.

I move away from her, taking my fingers out as carefully as I can before I get to her bathroom. I first clean my fingers, and walk back to her.

—I'm sorry —I apologize, joining her on the bed again.

—It's alright —she assures me, while I start cleaning her up—. It's okay —she says again, before I'm able to speak.

—You were really good —I wipe the toilet paper over her sensitive core, the gentle rub making her body shake slightly while I clean her up.

Everything is fine until this time comes. I threw the paper away, and it's time to throw myself away as well.

Should I get home? Should I spend the night here? I know that's a really bad idea.

She wouldn't be the first girl I spend the night with, and wake up next to, but something about her being the girl I'd wake up next to makes me feel uneasy. It gives this whole thing a whole new level of intimacy I don't think I'm ready to reach, which is ironic considering my fingers were deep in her not even five minutes ago.

—You can stay the night —she assures me.

I'm about to agree, but I just shake my head and start picking my clothes up. I'm running away again.

—It'll be better if I sleep back home —I dress up.

I know she's confused about this, I'm confused about this myself, but I think it's the best for the two of us. I walk to her, and lean over her body to kiss her head before I leave.

[marengogo]

I really don't understand why you ship or like a ship that is a one-way relationship. What Jungkook did for Jimin😭? nothing. Jimin often told him " I love you " maybe 3 times? 2 times for sure. And what did Jk say? Nothing 🤣 sometimes, Jimin tried to hug him or touch him, and Jk was 😐

- Jimin said that Jk visited his room. JK: your room is the closest

-Jimin as the main model of Jk's video. Jk: he is always there when I have to film 😒

This man really can't say anything nice about Jimin.

Why do you think there are a lot of jikook and jimin antis with many contents that they use as evidence of the fact that Jk doesn't like Jimin?

Ask JK

Welcome to the Sonyeondan Colosseum Anon!In case you are not aware of the rules in this particular ground, here is a link → SONYEONDAN COLOSSEUM.

Unfortunately Anon, I’ll have to begin with putting my foot down and letting you know right away that I shall not accept any form of Masochism-shaming. What gives you the right to decide the type of relationship that floats my boat? Or ship since we are on topic. Yes, I’m a masochist. What business is it of yours? Why are you trying to call me out?!

... Sorry. I apologise, I didn’t mean to snap at you Anon. *breathes*... I’ll calm down and take a step back, I promise. What I guess I should try and explain is that people like myself and Jimin like it this way. We like it when all our efforts are being walked over, we prefer it when people take our hearts and break it into 1300 pieces, and we absolutely adore it when we are treated like shit, so I’d be grateful if you just let us be, because I don’t go around judging you though admittedly I don’t know you so it would be hard to … but yeah. 

In fact, I’ll let you in on a detail which a lot of people on places like the bird app don’t actually know, but since we are all adults here, and have above par comprehension skills, added to the fact that we are also being honest and objective, I think it only right to provide you with some transparency; Jungkook has … he … on multiple occasions, he has tried to make his ship with Jimin a mutual relationship one. There! I said it! Happy now? …

Jungkook forgets at times, and i can’t blame him you know, it’s been 10 years after all but and I am just being transparent with you here, he’s been caught doing stuff like carrying jimin’s belonging instead of Jimin, or purposely allowing Jimin to win at plenty a game or situation and he seems to know every little Jimin quirk and preference.

Jungkook also keeps doing that incredibly annoying thing where he massages Jimin to provide him with comfort and at a point he even went completely out of character and gave Jimin a birthday present, back in 2016, when he gave nobody one!  And then there are random birthday messages, or stuff like him thinking that the two of them are in sync or something … like, what part of a one-way relationship doesn’t he get?

Even when last year he answered Jimin’s call, during his birthday, remember that? And actually showed up. Why the fuck didn’t he just ignore that call or like make up some kind of excuse or something. Like … he keeps failing at this one-way thingy, and I swear to you, he has no reason to, he should be a professional at ignoring Jimin by now, so I really don’t understand … if you asked me, it is almost as if Jungkook is a bit of a masochist himself.

Anyways, I think I took too much of your time already. Please be mindful of people’s taste and preferences, you don’t want people to snap at you and call you insensitive, rude or godforbid, stupid even, okay? So don’t forget; Masochism is real 👏🏾 it is harmless 👏🏾 and it is valid 👏🏾.

Always fairly and squarely yours,

Marengo.

[rainbowlemonbox]

Satan has 4 kids now.

OKAY SO, SINCE MY FRIEND @pocketartist151 INTRODUCED ME TO THIS Y'ALL GONNA HAVE TO READ IT (jk, just read if you're interested.

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So, as y'all know if ya have read my last friendships headcanons you know that in here it's canon that Satan sees Arle as his kid and by default he feels the same about Dopperu.

NOW, LET'S JUMP A LIL BACK IN TIME REAL QUICK, specifically: Puyo Chronicle.

All the plot reason was, they got in a book to save Satan, and in the way they meet Ally, a lovely girl, who's has a love for love, that's her whole personality wich is kinda frustrating since she has potential, but since im not here to tell ALL the plot, I'll be more direct, basically imagine this, in Satan's Castle there's a magic room with different doors to multiple dimensiones, one of em being Madou's, but most importantly, Ally's dimension.

The way this doors work is; there's the need of an item or person to connect the dimension, for example, since Arle and the others are in the current dimension (wich I'm calling it the ASR Trio Dimension), the madou and the ASR dimensions are connected through the Madou door. Same happens with Amitie's and Ringo's.

Another and a way better explanation is

Satan's Castle exist in all 4 universe's, in a relative same location, the environment changes but it still being the same coordinates. So when you enter the door of the universe you wanna go, what you see is basically the same room you where in when entering the door, but there's something off, because instead of walking in you're walking out that door...if you explore the castle, it's the same, nothing has change inside the place, but it all changes when you go out. the surroundings are kind of similar but now there's trees where they weren't before and an ant thingy as well. A tiny thing to mention, if you're in the castle of other dimension Satan isn't at the time, he will see you but if there's someone with him, they wont.

Anyway THE POINT

Satan has now to take care of Ally, Rafisol, Dopperu and Arle, wich is silly cause he always wanted kids... although he didn't imagine it being that way and none of them.are his actual kids...Ally doesn't see him as a father, Arle has parents, the other two are more complicated since they were created by magic and don't really have a biological family...anyway, Satan is taking care of this kids who aren't his kids but still he loves them dearly and as they were his own!

I'd had this draft for quite some time, although it wasn't finnish, till today, maybe I'll explain the Satan's castle situation and structure more once I've read a little more about the Puyo/Madou universe! (Yeah, im gonna do a fucking sketch of it and probably detail every single room cause im silly like that.)

[kosmosguk]

Could I have BTS's reaction to having an emotional detached s/o for example like if they punish her by killing a loved one or something it doesn't really affect her? But it doesn't have to stay in just that particular situation you can explore and stuff >

[Of course! I relatively kept it close to what you requested, and I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Violence, Threats of Violence, Abuse, Death, Gorey Descriptions, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Other Yandere Themes, Like really fucking toxic relationships that I hope none of you ever experience]

Seokjin:

It was the fifth person, an array of blood and bones and an image that should've sickened you to the core. Anyone would've felt sickened. But, standing here with eyes glued to the limp, neatly sliced up corpse of your best friend, you felt nothing. You felt nothing as Seokjin pressed you closer to him, his blood-soaked apron staining your beautiful white blouse. All you could think of was the material, how hard the bloodstain would be to get out, anything but the death that reeked in the room. You could see Seokjin get angrier, his voice louder as he told you to look, to look at the death. His words were like a haze, a watery blur of letters that your mind didn’t bother to interpret. He wanted to see you cry, to sob, to see you react with anything but the mute reality you were responding with. After all, Seokjin loved, just a little too much, to see you cry.

"I killed him, sliced each inch of his skin for being too close to him, and you won't even say anything? Do you not care about what I do for you? Look at him! Look at him. This is the extent I’ll go for you, what I’d risk for you, and yet you won’t even look at me!"

Yoongi:

You were used to Yoongi now, used to the way he would give you that stiff, chilling look as he gave you increasingly morbid gifts. Teeth, knocked out of your friend, tied in a twisted necklace, love letters with detailed descriptions of each kill, little souvenirs he'd snatch off their bodies that he knew you knew only they wore. You used to be so horrified, begging and screaming and kicking and hoping that someone would wake you up, but you adapted, you learned how to survive. And you stopped feeling. Yoongi got more desperate; were you growing tired of him, of his gifts that showed his devotion? Yoongi may be an unexpressive man, but he's also a desperate man. He'll do anything to make you feel something, to look at him with eyes that aren't so cold and blank, and if he has to dig out hearts as gifts to get you to do so, he will.

"I gave you all of these fucking gifts and you won't even acknowledge them. Don't be an ungrateful bitch because I'll figure something out to make you realize how grateful you should be. I always do."

Namjoon:

Namjoon was a smart man, a controlling man. He had melded you into the perfect lover, obedient, submissive, but he had never intended for you to end up so...detached. You were docile, silently curling up next to him whenever he came home, a warm dinner primed on the table. Sometimes, he liked to play around with you in those moments, pressing you further into his grip as he murmured softly, his face peaceful despite the malicious glaze over his eyes, exactly how he could hurt you, cut you open and mark you as his. You never blinked at the words, humming softly where you needed to as he spewed out ways he could brand you, how he could make sure you could never leave him. It had been frustrating for him at first how blank and unresponsive you were, but it was so much better than the bitter fight you used to put up before. Perhaps, he thought to himself, maybe it was better that you were so distant. That was the easiest alternative to a sick route, after all.

"I could carve my name into your back. Imagine how beautiful it would be, the word Namjoon, 7 letters that'll mark you as mine. Or I could burn a brand into you. But I won't as long as you'll be my good girl, right?"

Hoseok:

Hoseok was...unpredictable. His mood changed quickly, bounding from one leap to another. One moment, he'd be smiling, the curve of his lips radiantly lifted, and it was like he was on top of the world and nothing could bring him down. And then something would bring him down, and he'd change. It would be from the simplest of moments: your affection was just a second too little, your declaration of love lacked enough emotion, you accidentally forgot to wear the gift he gave you. You learned to detach yourself from the moment, blinking and nodding to acknowledge, and you wouldn't even notice when he had stopped hissing threats, angered that you didn't care. It was a never-ending cycle: you'd mess up, he'd get angry, he'd hurt you, and then he'd beg for your forgiveness. But sometimes you weren't even aware of the pain, of the fear that you should've been feeling; after all, a never-ending cycle gets boring quick, and you'd never really cared about it enough to complain.

‘‘You won’t even acknowledge me? Do I not mean anything to you? I’m your boyfriend, the one you should love the most, the sun of your dark, dull boring life, and you don’t even want to look at me? Do I have to show you who you belong to? Because I will if I have to teach you a lesson.’’ 

Jimin:

You were aware of the man clinging onto you, blood-stained and begging you, his eyes swelling in tears, to forgive him, that he didn't mean to kill them but they were asking too many questions and that he didn't want to look at you with those distant eyes. You couldn't help it, that numb feeling that swallowed you up and left you only aware that you were breathing and nothing else. Jimin was clinging harder to you now, crying so hard that he was hiccupping as he begged at you to look at him, to not be so distant. "It's okay," you said, voice hoarse from lack of use, even though anybody else would've said much otherwise," I don't really care." It was like a switch, those words would always make him happier and oh so much better. He'd let you have space, let you even brush your hair and tie your shoelaces all by yourself, maybe even let you choose your own clothes. And after a while, those words, repeated over and over, made you realize that perhaps, maybe you never really cared at all in the first place. And maybe it was good you did.

"I'm so, so sorry. He was just there and he was asking so much about you and he got too close to the truth that you loved me and wanted to go away with me forever and wanted to take you away from me. I had to kill him. Please don't hate me. I'll do anything, just, please, say you love me."

Taehyung:

You used to snap at him, fiery and bold and passionate. You were like a wild animal, one that had just too much freedom and needed a cage. He was kind enough to provide you that, but it took you so long to realize exactly why you needed to be grateful that he would take you, a masterpiece in a world of filth, and lock you away in a safe, pure place. Pure was subjective, warped in his own eyes, and it was definitely not with the way he brought you down, making you want to crumble and break, just like an animal trapped and wanting to curl up in a corner and sleep away, broken. That's why when he got angry at you for not looking into his eyes properly during a conversation, tightly gripping your jaw until you were sure there was blood under his nails, when he threatened to lock you up in a disgusting small room he had built for bad, misbehaving beasts, you were almost grateful. You wouldn't have to look at him, wouldn't have to give him kisses and be under that watchful, predatory stare. Your relief, instead of the fear he wanted, must've shown through because he noticed. He always noticed. And by God, you should hope that the small room with a blanket on the floor as a bed was all you got.

‘‘Not even looking at me while I’m talking to you? I raised you better than that. You best keep in mind everything I do for you: how I took you in when you were a miserable piece of shit, how I raised you; how I kept you well. If you forget, I’m sure a trip to the room will help. And if you don’t remember? By God, you’ll realize how much of a blessing that room is.’‘

Jungkook:

Jungkook pressed a kiss into your neck, your body perched uncomfortably on his lap and his arms, strong enough to crush your body, looped around your waist. "You know," his voice was muffled by your skin. His teeth was poking your flesh now, hard and sharp and threatening, as he sunk them into your skin, marking you brutally as you stared at the painting across from you, barely registering the pain as more of a numb sensation, even when he dragged his teeth out harshly. "I could mark you up like this, maybe," his fingers trailed up your bare arm, digging into it," maybe I can even write my name right here, tear you open." You barely blinked in response. "What do you think?" he asked you, tapping your shoulder," JK right here would be perfect. Should I do it?" You hummed in response. His grip tightened around you as he murmured," You didn't answer me properly." You blinked, once and twice, and then replied," Do whatever." Jungkook grinned boyishly, sweet and innocent before he turned angry, like the man you knew. He pushed you off his lap, causing you to sprawl to the floor, his voice loud and booming," don't fucking give me a vague answer. Answer me properly." "Yes. I don't care," you said, your voice steady despite the impact. "You don't fucking care," Jungkook spat out, his voice at a near yell," I'll give you a fucking reason to care."  

‘‘It’s bullshit that you don’t care. That you don’t give a fuck. Because you should, you should if you don’t want me to do something you’ll regret. If you keep saying that you don’t care, I’ll give you a reason to care, give you a reason to give up this fucking stupid ass game of yours.’‘

[getitinbusan]

September 1st

Happy Birthday Jungkookie!

The balcony doors were open and a cool breeze drifted through the bedroom. Lazy days with Jungkook were rare, even when he was on a break he was always up to something. It had reached noon but you were both still laying in bed scrolling mindlessly through your phones when you brought it up. "You're going to be 23 soon, I think we should have a big party" He put his phone down and rolled into your side, "I was thinking about going to Jeju," he said matter of factly. "Oh, am I invited?" you asked smiling. "I was going to invite everyone, my family, the guys and yes," he giggled, "I guess you can come too. Would that be okay?" Running your fingers through his messy hair you pushed it back out of his face and nodded. "You shouldn't have to plan your own party Jungkook, we can do it together" 

You had a week to figure things out, guests,  accommodations, food. A party was one thing but coordinating a destination get together in a few days was a crazy undertaking. 

You really wanted Kookie to have the best time and just be able to relax and enjoy himself, he however, wasn't being very co operative. Everytime you asked questions he shut you down, if you brought it up he brushed you off. He was downstairs at the gym when you came across his to do list. 

Call and confirm guests✔ 

Book Flights✔

Book Hotel ✔ 

Schedule Dinner and party space✔

Reserve private beach✔

*do not forget to pick up the package*

Puzzled as to why these were already checked off as done you messaged Joon. 

Y/N: Hey Joon, I just wanted to invite you to Kookies party in Jeju. Are you down? 

Joon: Yep, already confirmed with JK last week.  

Y/N: What kind of cake do you think I should get? 

Joon: I thought that the guys were taking care of the cake? Don't worry about anything,  I think everything is already organized.  

Y/N: Oh… okay,  thanks. 

Flopping on the couch you couldn't help but feel left out. You heard Jungkook's key turning in the lock, the door squeaking open announcing his arrival. He was looking through his phone while he dropped his bag on the floor. "Hey Babe, Joon said you messaged him about the party? He walked over to where you were sitting. He tapped your nose with his finger, "I've already taken care of everything so all you have to do is pack" 

Feeling disappointed your face fell into a frown. "Jungkook, I just wanted to take care of you for once, to be able to contribute a little." He looked flustered, "I'm sorry Y/N, I just didn't want to burden you with it." Upset you stood up, "I can't believe you would think that throwing you a party would be a burden on me Jungkook… it makes me feel useless," your statement trailed off as you walked away to your bedroom.

Tae was your closest confidante and you knew he'd tell it like it is.  

Y/N: I know I'm probably overthinking and being too sensitive but I'm sad Tae.. 

Tae: What's wrong love? 

Y/N: If Guk doesn't think I'm capable of throwing him a party…this is so stupid… but he certainly can't think I'd be able to take care of him as a wife… it's been two years Tae we've never even discussed marriage. Does he think of me that way at all? 

Tae: Noooo Y/N,  he loves you so much. You are totally over reacting. Please, just don't make an issue of this, it's his birthday. 

You didn't know but in the other room Jungkook was busy texting Jin.  

JK: I don't know what to do Y/N is mad at me for not letting her help with the party. 

Jin: Just make up a job and get her to do it. 

JK: That's Brilliant!!  Thank you.  

He made a quick call, arranging that you would be picking up the last to do on his list, the package. He pulled the bedroom door open and lay down beside you, "I'm sorry, I've been keeping a secret from you." You set down your phone giving him your full attention. "Junhyung is going to propose to his girlfriend, he swore me to secrecy, that's why I've been planning everything, so she won't find out." You felt your temper rise, "Are you fucking kidding me?  You finally get your birthday off, you haven't had a personal party for years and your brothers using it to propose to his girlfriend all while making you plan it for him?" Jungkook laughed, "It sounds kind of shitty when you put it that way. It's really not that big of a deal Y/N, I'm happy he wants to share it with everyone." How could you fault him for wanting to help his family? He was such a giving person and it was part of the reason you loved him so much. "If you really want to help there's one thing left that you can do." 

It was all set, the flight was leaving at 3pm and you had been tasked with picking up the box and keeping it safe until the party. Arriving at the jeweller the older man greeted you kindly. "Would you like to see it?" he opened the iconic tiffany blue box while you nodded. It was a beautiful square cut diamond on a vintage white gold band, it was breathtaking. "The gentleman took a long time deciding on this particular ring, he said it had to be perfect. What do you think?"  Your heart was aching in your chest, lately you found yourself daydreaming about marrying Jungkook, him placing a ring just like this on your finger. "She's a lucky girl, I'm sure she's going to love it." It's not that you weren't happy about the engagement, you were just completely full on green with envy jealous. They haven't even been together a year and Junhyung is already confident enough in her to propose.

You knew you were being an idiot, Jungkook loved you, you lived together, he always made sure your needs were met but here you were upset because she was getting a ring first. Taking the box you snapped the little lid closed and put it into your purse for safe keeping. Enough, you needed to stop thinking about yourself. It was Kooks birthday and it was time to think of him and what he wanted, but what do you get someone who has everything? Wandering around you came across a neon lit sex shop, perfect! Three days away, three new sets of sexy lingerie and a bag full of goodies.  Maybe you didn't get to plan the party but you could make sure he had a few extra surprises.  

It was a short smooth flight and you were amongst the last to arrive.  Making your way to the suite to change for dinner Jungkook flung himself down on the bed, "I'm calling dibs on the first shower!" you called out. You got ready putting on the new black lace thong set, loose black mini sundress over top and wrapped your hair into a messy bun.  Exiting the bathroom you found Jungkook in the same position on the bed snoring lightly. Crawling on top of him, you pulled back his bucket hat to reveal his closed eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close for more. "You need to get up babe" he hummed softly into your neck, "that's the problem, I am up," he moved your hand to his bulge. Placing his hands on your ass he could feel the lace under your dress and he let out a needy moan, "Jungkook we need to go, everyone's waiting" he pouted, "but it's my Birthday." Getting off of him and laughing you couldn't help but throw it in his face, "Yes, and if I had planned this party I would have pushed dinner back so the birthday boy could have gotten his dick sucked before hand. You really only have yourself to blame Jungkook" he knew he was defeated so he rolled off the bed and sulked to the shower.  He came out about 20 minutes later skin glowing, tan hanbok pants with a white dress shirt, his hair long and fluffy. "You look amazing Guk," you walked over and hugged him sneaking a kiss onto the side of his neck. "You had your chance Y/N, now we both have to suffer all night" 

You walked hand in hand to the open air dining room where most of your friends and family were waiting at beautiful white rose adorned tables. "Jungkook, did you arrange all these details?" Smiling he nodded, "Did I do good?" That dull ache hit your chest again, yes he did good, he'd planned the perfect proposal… for someone else. You kissed his cheek and lay your head on his shoulder, "I think you've pulled off every girls dream" Trying to hide your melancholy throughout dinner you stayed pretty quiet only offering small smiles instead of conversation. You didn't want to be selfish but you knew in a few hours all talk would be about weddings. The thoughtless question on everyone's lips would inevitably turn to "when are you going to take the plunge?" It usually happened at family gatherings, you'd watch them corner Jungkook and he'd awkwardly explain that one day when his career wasn't so busy you'd be able to think more clearly about it. You hated how calculated of a decision marrying you would have to be for him. Seeing how romantic he could be with the laid out gestures before you, made you question why he could do it for someone else but not you? Maybe he didn't think you were the one? Like he could hear your inner thoughts he put his hand on your thigh under the table, "What's going on, is everything ok?" He asked quietly. "Just thinking about getting you back to the room later, that's all." He kissed your cheek but you knew he didn't believe you. He seemed a little out of sorts himself, maybe this whole situation had him questioning your future as well. 

"I think maybe we need a minute to talk Y/N, let's go while everyone's finishing." He took your hand and lead you away from the group  towards a private area of the beach. Sitting down in the sand he motioned for you to sit in between his legs in front of him. You sat with your back against his chest, head on his shoulder and he put his arms around you. The sun was beginning to set into a light shade of purple and orange, "I want to know why you're sad," he said it like he knew the answer but needed confirmation. "I just wish that this party was only for you, for your birthday, that it wasn't about engagements…" you were trying hard to not sound jealous but he could see through you. "How about you tell me the truth?" He kissed the top of your head. Reaching into your purse you pulled out the box and handed it to him. "This, this is what's bothering me. Jungkook…do you think that you'll ever want me to be your wife? Do we want the same things?" His arms still around you he held the box in front of you and opened it slowly, "It sure is a beautiful ring," he said. You closed your eyes, knowing it wasn't for you, "it really is," you answered softly.  

"Do you really not know what I want Y/N? I love you more than anything in this world. The only thing I wanted for my birthday this year was to bring you here, to sit on this beach with my arms around you and to propose with this ring. So… you tell me, do we really want the same thing? Will you marry me?" Absolutely 100% shocked you turned to him, "Are you joking with me Jungkook?" you hit his shoulder. He laughed, "I think I know better than that" still skeptical you asked, "So all of this was a lie? You really made me carry around my own engagement ring all day thinking it was for someone else?" His grin gave away the fact that he was pretty pleased with himself, "No, you haven't said yes yet so technically it's still not yours." You crashed your lips into his as he pulled you back on top of him in the sand, "Yes"

Walking back to the restaurant the tables had been moved and outdoor furniture and candles had taken their places. Everyone was chatting and drinking until they noticed your arrival, silence fell and eyebrows raised waiting for the news. "Of course she said yes!" At Jungkook's declaration everyone cheered and the waiters came out with trays of champagne as the boys carried out a large white cake adorned with sparklers. The rest of the night was perfect, you danced in the sand as guests slowly filtered out back to their rooms for the evening. Looking around, you realized it was just the two of you left, lost in your own world. "Maybe we should call it a night?" you said. "Maybe, but I don't really want this moment to end" he responded with a kiss. "Maybe… you forgot what I'm wearing under this, and that it's also your birthday, and that I still haven't given you your gift" He grinned and pulled your hand leading you back to the room. 

You left him waiting on the bed as you got ready in the bathroom. Finally revealing yourself,  you were fully naked, he whined "Babe what happened to the lingerie, I mean you're beautiful naked but… " you cut him off "But I'm not naked, I'm wearing this beautiful ring. It also just so happens that I bought you a ring too" you threw him the little black bag and he pulled out his gift. He blushed, "Oh mines a little bigger, and silicone and definitely not church appropriate." Cocking your eyebrow at him you added, "And it vibrates too. Happy Birthday Baby" 

[foxymoxynoona]

I dropped 🌚 off at her place so I can finally write about Amended without the fear of her seeing me type something and getting into accidental spoilers lol (and if she sees this ask upon opening Tumblr… sorry bb🥳)

OKAY YES I WAS STILL SO EARLY INDEED. AFTER ELEVENTH GRADE IT GO SO MUCH WORSE. As soon as I finished the chapter I went back to read the first one (and the following ones okay I may or may not have restarted amended😇) and EVERYTHING MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE. We kind of already knew what happened in general but reading and getting into actual detail was soooo fucking painful. AND GIRL I GOT SO MAD AT JK AND IT WENT AWAY BECAUSE I REMEMBERED HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART AND HE TRULY REGRETS EVERYTHING HE DID BUT MY GOD I WAS COMBUSTING.

I don’t even think the worst thing to read for me was those two having sex in Bella’s bed. It probably was either Bella wanting to talk to JK and him fucking Jasmin upstairs so she talked to Landon instead (and boy did that go well💀) or her finding out she’s pregnant and having no clue of what to do but still being influenced by unsolicited opinions. When Landon said “don’t you dare abort our baby” fuck if my blood was boiling (excuse me sir..?😀). Even worse, Landon pretending to be committed to the whole fatherhood thing and saying he’s going to be “the best dad ever!!! So supportive1!1”. And I think he was being honest, at that point he really though he could do it (because of Bella, more than baby Ezra [❤️]) and she was unlucky enough to find herself between a rock and a hard place. Also, when her Grandma said “I like Landon and Jungkook used to be such a sweet boy. But it’s bad news when men think they have to prove they’re men.” Yes! Everyone was drowning in toxic masculinity. The fact that this flashback reminded me once again that JK and Landon were close friends (like THAT close) explains why I used to forget it so frequently in early chapters. And good job Landon, introducing JK and Jasmin! He only ever did great things am i right💀

Also me realizing Bella’s deepest fear has always been JK hurting himself with his lifestyle okay I’m fine definitely not scarred because of this information 🤡

Anyway, every time I read amended I get one more reason on why starting this story was the best choice i’ve ever made🤧 (and also distracting myself from the fact we’re nearly at the end I’m panicking okay bye)

🌸

I am so happy to hear it filled in a lot of questions for you. I think I already said this, but my big hope for the story would be that the more you learn, the more it changes your earlier assumptions or expectations. Maybe it doesn't ultimately change anything; you could make the argument that it doesn't! Or maybe it does. Moral philosophy! I definitely contemplated writing it linearly, which would have left everyone probably doubting JK's sincerity as much as Bella, but I've already written linear stories, so I wanted to try something else. :)

Bella worried she scared JK straight and he became a cop and then still wound up almost dying 😭

I think it's giong to feel so good when we get to the end though because if nothing else, at least I can't hurt them anymore 🤣🤣

[taeyungie]

hii em 🍉🐻 so it's your birthday huh? how do you feel? do you think something may change in your life or everything will remain the same? now you are in your 20s, just like the tannies 🥺let me tell you something...

i think it was around june 20th when i found a very special account dedicated to jungkook and i can tell the owner has such an incredible way with words, i am imediately comforted when i read her posts, it doesn't matter how many times i get back to them. her edits are so pretty too, and i think she can capture JK's essence even in the smallest details. the thing is she decided to close her account in august 13th 😓 she had her reasons and this was probably for the best, but it doesn't mean it was less difficult to deal with. i also was satisfied, 'cause i got to tell her a few times how much i loved her account. *teary eyes* it lasted less than 2 months, but i felt the luckiest and happiest person because of this find of mine 💜 and i feel the same thing about this @taeyungie, perhaps you know her... (trying to end this with a smile) if i'm not wrong, i found your blog in may and here i am todayyy!!! you constantly remind me of how many amazing and unique people are there in this whole world and how bts is right when they sing that each one of us is a particular universe. thank you for letting me know a little bit of yours 💞 i don't know when you will left this account behind too, so i wanted to make sure that i came here and told you once again about the difference you and your blog bring to my days. it was one of the best things that happened to me during this year, i assure you ❤️😟 i'm sure you would've loved the account i mentioned too and i could send you my favorite posts from her for you to see, if you want to. her kind-heartedness reminds me of you and vice versa. summing up... i wrote this with all the sincerity i could gather and i'm really hoping it reaches you in the best way possible! ☄️

happy birthday angel, i wish that all the joy and empathy you spread go back to you 100x stronger 💛🌸 please relax and enjoy yourself today, just like this: 🦦

you're so so sweet gosh where do i even start!! 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ i feel okay, thank you, it's really wierd and a bit sad because in the end it's a round figure and it made me think really deeply about my life in general, which caused me to be very emotional for the past week, but today i feel more at peace. we will see how it goes hahah I'll now go to university and it's a new chapter in my life that begins! I'm excited and scared, but i also know that there's a lot of things to learn from life and that there's a very bumpy road ahead of me, but what won't change for sure is that i won't stop trying to be the best version of myslef, for me and for others ❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your words and for supporting me, I'm so so happy that my blog makes you feel at ease, I'm so happy we can enjoy things we love together!! ❤️ i'm sorry your favorite person has left, but I'm sure you made sure to let them know how much you appreciate them and they'll always remember about it ❤️❤️ and i'm really glad that i can somewhat fill the gap that their disappearance caused, i hope that I'll be able to do that for a long time! i absolutely would love to know who that is that made you so happy!! if you ever want to share it'd be wonderful 💐❤️ thank you so so much, you're amazing and thank you for being here for me and i'm so glad we could meet!! ❤️❤️❤️ pls i will try my best to enjoy it and rest a lot just like that cute otter 🦦 i wish you the same! have a wonderful day!! 💕

[sizeisnoguarantee-archive-blog]

“Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely,” said Auntie Muriel in a rather carrying whisper. “But I must say, Ginevra’s dress is far too low cut.”

Ginny glanced around, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again. Harry’s mind wandered a long way from the marquee, back to afternoons spent alone with Ginny in lonely parts of the school grounds. They seemed so long ago; they had always seemed too good to be true, as though he had been stealing shining hours from a normal person’s life, a person without a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. …”