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subbwoofer · 2 days
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All hail Queen Serena 👑
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flubbe-web · 5 months
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⠀⠀⠀ ﹫ ꨆ᥆ೖ𝖽𝆬𝒷᥆͜ᥑ᮫͜۴𝘥 ⠀ִ͟♥️܃꯭ׄ ⠀꒲ㅤᥴׅᥝ᮫͜𝘬ׄ͜ᥱ⠀̣ יִ ͟♥︎⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ͡࿙࿚ㅤ⠀᳞⠀࣪ㅤ⏝࿙࿚ㅤ⠀ׄ⠀⠀⠀⠀◌⠀⠀
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hoopezone · 2 years
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⠀⠀⠀ 향수 ׁ ౨ৎㅤ۫ ㅤ֪ㅤ𝖾͟𝗌͟𝗌͟𝖾͟𝗇͟𝖼͟𝖾 ꐚ𝓓 𝅄 ㅤ۫ > ˕ <
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chaeryeong-gf · 7 months
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Imagine your best friend Chaeryeong always getting caught staring at your tits, using the excuse that she's "just zoning out" but you could always tell from the blush on her face whenever you'd lift her chin up making her redirect her gaze to your eyes that she was definitely doing it on purpose
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aurora-snow · 2 months
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aurora-snow: 𝗂𝗅𝗒! 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 ♡
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risathefairyofshampoo · 2 months
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What do Wonyoung and Yuna think of each other? ☁︎
(January 29th, 2024) Requested
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Disclaimer: Everything is based on tarot and my intuition. I don't know these idols personally. Take everything that I say with a grain of salt. Let's get started! :)
Wonyoung
Ten of Cups R, The Tower, Page of Swords R, The Hanged Man, Justice R, Ten of Cups
As I started to do the reading I thought about Wonyoung and her head/thoughts -> negative & very stressed; someone gets on her nervs. Kinda like that. I do see Wonyoung being 'disgusted' (I can't find a better word... Just very like this: 🤨😑🙄).
I hear the word 'fight' and 'opponent' a lot. Though I do think that Wonyoung tries to focus more on herself. It's giving 'Yeah we are kinda on the same level but I don't think she will ever be as good as I'm'.
And I do see her thinking Yuna is pretty and successful in her job.
Yuna
The Hierophant, Strength, King of Wands, King of Cups R, Two of Cups R
Yuna thinks she is very rich. Like rich rich. That girl is wealthy and you just see it by looking at her. She thinks that Wonyoung has a good image and many view her as someone high.
I do see her thinking that Wonyoung is very beautiful, like VERY beautiful.
She might not like the way Wonyoung 'really is'. I do see some toxic behaviour coming from Wonyoung and I see Yuna being left confused. I mean it's not like toxic but Wonyoung doesn't care whenever she sees Yuna. She doesn't trie to make an effort to be 'nice'.
Therefore Yuna might not like to be in a friendship with her. Or involved in anything else.
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anastcie · 1 year
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୨୧ 𝅄 itzy lockscreen's
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please don't repost 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 or 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴
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lovereist · 2 years
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happy bday my doll! <3
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halmey · 1 year
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ stargirl
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writeformesinpie · 2 years
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Red Roses
Ryujin x Fem!Reader 
Summary - You sense you’re being followed. Quickly leaving the festival, you make your way home only to find the walls of your house provide no comfort. Something is off. Is someone inside with you? 
Genre - Yandere
Warnings - Yandere, suggestive, stalking 
Word Count - 1.5k
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   Someone’s following you.
   You can feel their eyes on your skin, drinking you up, taking the last ounce of your sanity.
   Shivering, you look over your shoulder once more before dashing through the crowd. The festival echoes in the streets the further you get away from the celebration. Turning down another street in an attempt to throw whoever is following you off the scent, you face the entrance of the alley and wait. No one passing notices you, no one looks out of place.
   Bending down, you slip out of your left high heel and rub the ball of your foot. Stretching it out as you bend your toes back and forth before placing them back into the open-toed stiletto, you bitterly wonder why you thought the shoes would be a good idea tonight.
   Creeping up against the wall, you peek your head out into the main drag of the previous street. Nothing looks out of place so you step behind three loud ladies, keeping pace with them for a few blocks. Taking a last glance over your shoulder, you part ways with the girls and turn onto your own street.
   It’s quiet, and much darker than the street the festival had been raging on. You almost turn back but you’re so close to home. You can’t see anything unusual yet something nags at the back of your throat, making it hard to breathe. Ignoring it you continue on, only a few houses from your own now.
   If you’re being honest the feeling of being watched is something that you notice from time to time. Tonight it started before you had even left the house. Your therapist said it was something to do with the lack of attention you received as a child but you don’t believe that. If there is no one watching you then why does it feel so real? Is it okay to completely ignore your intuition?
   Darting across the lawn of your home, you glance around while digging into your bag, every shadow a potential threat. Your fingers stretch out, frantic to find your keys as you reach your front porch. Why hadn’t you grabbed them earlier!
   Relief washes over you as you hear the muffled tinkling of your keychain. The triumphant smile spreading across your face quickly falters. The absence of the cold metal between your fingers freezes you in place.
   The keys aren’t in your bag. They aren’t in your hands.
   You're not the one making the sound of the keys.
   The clanging of the keyrings and metal on metal bounces around inside your brain and you resist the urge to scream. There is a rational explanation. There always is. Thinking of the moments before you left the house, you try to pinpoint the moment the door was locked. It happened – you locked it, but did you grab the keys?
   Looking up at the door your legs feel like water as the tension inside them evaporates. The keys are in the lock. You left them in the goddamn door. Placing a hand over your heart you chuckle, snatching up the keys and shoving them into your bag where they belong.
   Clambering inside, you hold your breath until you hear the click of the bolt. You slide down the door, resting your head back against the sturdy door and let out a sigh. It’s safe here. There’s nothing to fear now.
   You need a bath, to relax and let all your worries pour down the drain in a swirl of mist, to let it all go. Right as you start to pull yourself up off the floor the subtle sound of your alarm echoing from your bedroom roots you in place. The sound of the violin is no longer comforting, now etching dread in deep spiral patterns within your heart instead.
   The last time you fiddled with it you must have pressed something, you must have changed the setting, turning AM to PM. This explanation is neat - it works. It is something believable. It works as long as you ignore how it is in the early AM hours now, the time it usually goes off only a few short hours away. It works as long as you don’t think about it too long. As you creep along the wall, making your way up to the second floor, you refuse to allow yourself the opportunity to dwell on it too long.
   The plucking of the violin strings pulse against your skin, the volume higher than you remember. The sombre music digs its teeth in as you push inside, the doors hinges squealing in displeasure as you step inside the room. A faint glow from the moon outside illuminates the area with a shimmery glow. There’s nothing here. You rip the alarm cord from the wall. Silence throbs angrily, ringing in your ears, blocking everything else out.
   It’s worse than the violin.
   You turn on the lamp beside your bed and clamp your hands over your mouth, dampening the scream that bellows from your gut. How is it possible? How? Who would do this? Why would someone do this? But more importantly… There's someone here.
   Someone is inside your house. They are inside the house and they know where you are. The lack of music is a beacon. Someone is here and now they know you’re aware of them.
   Roses. Red.
   Red roses are scattered across your bedding, the sickly sweet smell of them making you retch as they sit there mute and accusing, placed to perfection.
   Hearts.
   The rose petals form hearts of various sizes. The detail that went into this ‘masterpiece’ is an implication of how long it took which means—
   Your keys were in the door. You left your keys in the door! You let them in!
   Swallowing down the bile threatening to spill up and out of your throat, you glance around the room, looking for something to use as a weapon. Anything. Your eyes fall on the crafting scissors across the room. Not perfect but they’ll have to do. Taking a step towards them, you stop a mere foot away. If someone took the time to make this, the intricate details of the ‘art’ they created for you so precise and elaborate, wouldn’t it stand that they may well be here to see your reaction?
   Your heart is loud, restless and panicked against your chest, banging inside your ears. It’s all you can hear. Holding your hands to your chest, tears blurring your vision, you slink down to the ground. With your face pressed up against the cold tile floor, your eyes scan the contents under your bed. There’s no way someone is under there. There’s not enough room.
   The exhalation of relief tips up into a high pitched whistle as you sit back up. It’s fine. There’s no one here. You’re safe.
   “I see you liked my gift.”
   The smoky voice comes from behind you, guttural and taut. A woman? Not wanting to look behind you, the rattle of the sliding door against the lining of the closet frame brings you back to reality. Her footsteps are gentle yet sure as she exits the small storage area that betrayed you. Why hadn’t you thought to look in the closet?
   “I’m so glad it moved you,” she whispers, her fingers grazing across your bare shoulders. “I wanted to show how you make me feel.”
   The voice isn’t familiar and neither is her face as she leans over you, her hair cascading around her face like water, soft and fluid.
   Slipping her hands under your arms, she pulls you up and pushes you against the bed, crawling over your body until she’s able to pin you down with her thighs. Her hands caress your skin, her eyes wild. Why can’t you move? The weighted feeling within your limbs forsake you and soon the sick taste of fear rises from your gut.
   “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”
   “Who… who are you?” The words sound foreign on your swelling tongue. Each breath takes more effort to exert as the room starts to spin. Your brain feels as if it might just leap up and out of your head and float towards the ceiling. Did you eat something bad?
   Her lips brush up against your neck. “You and I are destined, baby.”
   She’s not answering your question and your mind is starting to blur.
   She pulls back up, her eyes locked on yours with a small smile across her flawless skin. Her red lips are smudged at the edges, like your thoughts. The festival. She was at the festival. When was that?
   “You’re finally mine.” Her mouth spreads wide into a grin, her eyes sparkling with exuberance. “You are gonna love me.”
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subbwoofer · 4 days
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These two are trying to end us all😮‍💨
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lili-soon · 6 months
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Personalização da Yuna do ITZY ♡
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Tela de bloqueio. Tela inicial.
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hoopezone · 1 year
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☆ ⋆ ࣪. 🕳️ ִ ׁ ୧ ♡ ۫ ୭
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nikakakk · 8 months
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idwtais · 10 months
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ryeji -☆
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risathefairyofshampoo · 2 months
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Are Idols under JYPE allowed to date?
(January 17th, 2024)
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Disclaimer: Everything is based on tarot and my intuition. I don't know these idols personally. Take everything that I say with a grain of salt. Let's get started! :)
Are JYPEs Idols allowed to date?
(The Devil, Nine of Swords, Ten of Swords (R), Ace of Pentacles)
Definitely not at the start of their career! It might be a longer time to allow them to date than other companies. I'd say that this time affects the idols cause even if they have a crush, they aren't allowed, if they get caught... Yeah, let's not talk about it. But after that time, I see things getting more loose. A happier time coming for the idols. So JYPE does have a 'time-limit' for their artist to fibally date.
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