thank you ☺️ 💛 stay healthy!
oh thank you so much 🥺🥺💛
in case anyone wants a header like this, requests are open (make sure to send me a member(s) you want). 💌
ah, i’m so sorry to hear that 😭 i’m gonna miss you ♡ and thank you so much, you’re so attentive and caring my heart feels warm now.. 💜💜💜 take care of yourself, you’ll find a moodboard once you’re back ^^
ah, my sweet angel 🥺thankyouthankyouthankyou.. it means a lot coming from you 🥺🥺💛
hiiii! thank you 🥺 i can answer, no worries, i have no secrets, huehue. i assume you’re talking about my latest gfx. i used ‘white angelica’ font for yoongi’s panel, the font is free to download. i’m adding a screenshot of my layer (you can make the shadow any pattern or shape, it’s up to you). i make opacity 30-40% and i also put a warm lighting on top so it looks more natural. hope it helps!
what you said was very sweet and means a lot to me but i am incapable of properly responding in any way besides “thank you so much aaaah” because i do not know how to accurately express the exact level of my gratitude to where you completely understand how much what you said meant to me without me getting even more emotional and looking like a fucking nerd: an autobiography
ah, thank you so much ;;
❝ Am I still in a dream? Is it really spring that came after the long winter? ❞
20 questions tag
Tagged by the lovely @varietae (srsly you’re like a queen of tag games, ily)
Fear was a strange feeling. People feared the unknown, the dark and witchcraft. The shadows that were lurking through the forest at night. They told them stories about the witches, ghosts and hungry, lusting wolves that were sent to let them pay for their sins. They casted out those who were a little too strange to be one of them. “To keep us safe,” The pastor spoke and as a little child, Jimin had nodded with big eyes. The same fear that made the folks in the village keep their distance from the forest at night; that locked their doors on nights when there was a full moon, or no moon at all. […]
He had seen the horrors with his own eyes. The wounds on the dead bodies that they found in the morning. Sometimes they were brave young men seeking out to find the evil. But other times it was them, who had pushed the crying woman into the forest at night and finding her dead the next morning. There were rules to stick by, to shut the lights off early, to never go into the forest at night and to be back by the bell sound every night. […] The wolf couldn’t hurt him as long as he wore the cloak, that’s what he knew was true. He believed his mother and his grandma. Because they knew the truth.