#twitter based

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A small kiribaku sketch based on a Twitter post. I couldn't resist.

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 & 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

It's a non au, twitter based rp. the rules are pretty simple. if you'd like to find out more, head to the asian fanfic. we hope to see you around!            

GUIDELINES

ONE: MUST SUBSCRIBE! UPVOTES ARENT MANDATORY BUT APPRECIATED !! TWO: FACE CLAIMS FROM THE KOREAN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY ONLY. THREE: DATING BAN IS PUT UPON ARRIVAL, 300 TWEETS AND 6 DAYS BEFORE YOU CAN START. MOVE-IN COUPLES ARE ACCEPTED BUT STATE IN APPLICATION. PASSWORD IS WHICH CHARACTER YOU WOULD PICK IF YOU WERE PLAYING MARIO KART. FOUR: NO FACE CHASING, BIASED REPLIES OR CLIQUES. IT’S MEAN!!  FIVE: THIS IS A SEMI SMUT RP SO FACECLAIMS NEED TO BE 18+. SIX: TCC LAST 48 HOURS AND CC IS UNLIMITED, JUST DON’T GO BUCKWILD. SEVEN: NO DRAMA ON THE TL OOC OR IC. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SOMEONE PLEASE DM THE BASE EIGHT: NO TRIGGERING OR SENSITVE TOPICS IN THE TL WE AIM TO BE A SAFE CONSENSUAL ENVIRONMENT THAT EVERYONE FEELS COMFORTABLE AND WELCOMED IN. AND WITH THAT, HAVE FUN AND STAY PEACHY!             masterlist admin reserved taken BTS JIMIN TAEHYUNG NAMJOON YOONGI EXO JONGIN LAY RED VELVET JOY NCT JUNGWOO JAEHYUN JOHNNY TAEIL TAEYONG DOYOUNG TEN TWICE DAHYUN NAYEON WANNAONE JIHOON THE BOYS CHANHEE BLACKPINK JENNIE LISA PENTAGON E'DAWN EXID HANI BAP YONGGUK GOT7 JAEBUM MARK WSJN MEIQI LOONA CHUU SOLOIST HEIZE HYUNA OTHER LEE SUNGKYUNG

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Standing In The Rain ♪ | TW: Character Death 

carrd: https://t.co/kLVQ1Pd2eb

It was cold. Yoongi hated the cold. He hated feeling cold, coming off cold, being cold, most all things that had to do with the cold. It had to be some aspect of being a near spring child or maybe it was his temperament. He didn’t work well in the cold, he didn’t feel productive when it was cold. Winter felt like it came early at this point. Nothing was warm anymore. Not his friend’s embraces nor his words they spoken in hope of keeping him leveled. He could barely hear them over his mind. He had become so isolated even as he still went out to perform each night. He holistically could not bring himself to do much else than what he was trained to do. Instincts barely there anymore. Everything Yoongi normally felt was replaced by guilt. 

He had ruined how many people’s lives? Countless at this point. Was he even capable of bringing happiness into anyone’s life? Even the thanks from ARMYs he had read again and again, they all seemed like lies. It was just because he was well known now, it was just because he was in Bangtan now, it was just because... anything. Yoongi himself didn’t believe anything anymore and that was himself included. Actually, that was wrong, he believed in one thing: pain. That was the only thing he caused anyways. It was all he felt recently. Emotionally until it became physical because he couldn’t actively think outside of it to stop it. 

Was it even worth it at this point? He was told time and time again it was. People wouldn’t stop telling him that. They wouldn’t stop checking on him even though he wasn’t responding. They wouldn’t stop coming into his room and most nights they wouldn’t leave him alone. He had grown complacent to how they were treating him at this point. He knew it wasn’t going to stop, they had good reason. Yoongi was weak mentally despite the strong persona he gave off. They were scared. He was too.   

It was one thing to lose someone. It was another thing to lose someone you loved. It was a whole other entity to lose someone who was a part of you. Jungkook’s ovedose had taken more than just a toll on the boy’s already fragile psyche. It had demolished it. 

It’s your fault, he’s dead. You’re worthless. Selfish. How could you do this? 

That’s all he could see in the eyes of everyone he knew. All of their friends. Jungkook’s family. His own family. They could stand their silently and he would hear the echo of those words. Failure. He was a failure. 

When he found out Jungkook had overdosed his initial response was to hope it was lie to beg for it to be a lie. He didn’t want to lose him. He hadn’t broken up with Jungkook to lose him. Those days after he knew it was hard, he knew he needed comfort from anyone that wasn’t him. He had broken his heart, he had ended their happy ending. He didn’t need him. He wasn’t enough. He was never going to be. 

Yoongi couldn’t accept the fact, he had lost him. Now permanently. Alcohol didn’t help, he didn’t smoke. Shit, his own mother couldn’t put the pieces back together. His heart wasn’t even there anymore. He couldn’t feel a thing.

Wake, funeral. And standing there in front of the result of 21 years of life he had taken away all because he couldn’t be what was need, he hadn’t seen what was needed, because he woke up and had let the cons out weight the pros. He had sunk back into that worthless mindset he had in every relationship before him. Because he was a failure, he had gone into this knowing he was his first love and he had promised to be his last. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” His voice was quiet as he stood their in the cold trying feel for once. That’s the most he had felt in a while. “I-” Words were his job right he should be able to think long enough to speak them right? He still couldn’t think enough to say them but for him it had to be done. 

“Jeon Jungkook. My heart is lost. I’m sure you know you took it with you. You can’t be part of a person and expect such a thing to remain whole once you lose them. I was stupid, I gave up. I told you I wouldn’t but I did and this... I couldn’t see us being happy. I couldn’t see us hanging on when we kept tearing each other apart. I couldn’t get over what was said. My mind couldn’t get past knowing I wasn’t good enough for you. Instead of being better, I gave in to every dark thought that had plague my mind thinking you were better off without me. I let things that were said in anger take over for what was said in happiness. I let feeling worthless define everything we had worked for when all you needed was for me to be there. I let you go and in turn you stop fighting too. So I will say I deserve this. I deserve to miss you. I deserve the guilt. I deserve the fact that I very well can’t function without you. Because I knew that and I still gave in to the darkness that overcame me. I g-gave into the an-xiety. I gave into the pain when I tol-d yo-u I wo-uldn’t.” 

Tears burning at his eyes. His voice cracking as he couldn’t feel his legs. He couldn’t breath. Everything flooding in at once. 

“I don’t expect forgiveness. I don’t expect anything. But I do want you to know that I love you. I loved you with all of me and that didn’t change. I didn’t give up because I didn’t want you. I gave up because I wanted you. To be happy and I made the mistake of deciding for you that wasn’t going to be with me regardless of what you told me. I let us fighting more than we did anything else decide what was defining us. It hurts. It hurts more than anything knowing that I can’t fix that when I told you I would fix it. It h-hurts more than anything to know I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me most. I just love you so much. I wanted you to be happy and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry Jungkook.”

His legs giving out and he was on the ground. Tears, the first he had cried in weeks. Broken sobs escaping loud throughout the site as a stayed on the ground, visibly breakdown not a single emotion spared. 

“There isn’t an-yth.ing I wouldn’t g-ive to se-e you smile again. I hate myself so much because I couldn’t love you enough. It wasn’t us enough. Nothing was enough you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Yoongi words were exhaled through broken sobs, choked up with all the emotion he hadn’t shown in the last weeks. He let it happen until he was able to speak again tears still streaming down swollen features.  

“Please be happy Jungkook, that’s all I can ask of you. I can make no promises because you know I wouldn’t tell you anything I wouldn’t do. Right now ,I don’t know what I will do. I wanted to make you happy. All I can ask of you is that you are happy even if it this way. I love you. I will always love you forever, Jeon Jungkook.” 

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Wednesday's gossip updates [of today/post war]

How interesting! He finally got the fame and glory, thanks to some muggles! Beware, beware! The Dark Lord Voldemort still got his supporters around, even in the muggle world. Is it only a matter of time before someone starts killing off others, splitting their souls and start making horcruxes again? Are today's wizards unhappy with the way the second wizarding war ended? Me, myself and I want to know! So do you!

Ronald Weasley. His biggest fear used to be spiders. Is that still what he fears the most, or has his lovely wife Hermione replaced the spiders? We all know she's got a temper.

Vernon Dursley He's still happy there are no post on Sundays.

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Wednesday's gossip updates [second war]

How lovely. Sirius Black is convinced I'm having an affair with someone. I'm married to my work, in love with the gossip. Nice try though. *cackle* I'm not interested in having an affair or a relationship with either a witch or a wizard. It's not me my rabid readers are interested in, it's all of you out there, you and your dirty little secrets. My Quick Quotes Quill is ready. Come spill your secrets.  Dirty little secrets, Draco? Why don't you just come for an interview, and tell me all about it?

What really went on the last day of the Triwizard Championship

You tell us why, Dumbledore.

Lovely! You're all under the influence of Dolores Umbridge.

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One on One with me, myself and I

It's not me who are the interesting one; it's you. But since some people want to know a bit about Rita, here goes: I'm THE gossip with. I write stories about you, gossip, rumours and publish pictures. I got my own photographer, paparazzi-wizard if you like. Lovely! I get threatened a lot. I get dungbombs delivered by owl, howlers every week, ugly little kids showing me the middle finger. I have been abducted, taken to the woods and left there, my tea has been spiked by Draught of the Living Death, my home thrown eggs at (EGGS! Are you muggles or what?), been talked about behind my back (lovely, see if I care), summoned by the Minister for Magic because of what someone called false accusations.  You name it I've been there done that.

BUT it doesn't stop me from writing my gossip column. I live for it, married to it, love it! Admit it you too love a juicy story, rumours, gossip and me revealing people's dark and dirty little secrets! *cackle* But beware of the Malfoy's. Whenever I write gossip about them I get into a lot of trouble. They usually set Greyback on me. Once beautiful home was trashed, werewolf drool all over my pink wallpaper. I even found a dead and molested muggle in my living room. Thanks a lot Malfoy! Another time, me myself and I writing the truth and nothing but the truth about the pureblood family: Again Greyback, this time he mauled me in Knockturn Alley. I spent weeks at St. Mungos trying to recover from the werewolf attack. If I was turned? No, and you should be glad I wasn't Lucius Malfoy! I was even punished at St. Mungos, getting a room next to Gilderoy Lockhart! As if that wasn't punishment enough, the idiot had to try hit on me. Gilderoy Lockhart of all people. He's in love with his own image and that's it. Not lovely! I wasn't hospitalised I was imprisoned with the biggest jerk of all wizards ever! Mundungus Fletcher has been searching through my house, who paid him? Who gave him access, he isn't smart enough to do it on his own. The Minister for Magic wanted to throw me in Azkaban several years ago. He sent a dementor to my home. Why? Because I wrote a little story about his secret parties at the Ministry, about muggle strippers and booze. All publicity is good publicity, he once said. Rubbish, when the truth came out he went after me and my Quick Quotes Quill. My photographer had to go into hiding.

Yesterday I returned from a long journey preparing for a new book and what happened Malfoy's calling me a bitch and threatens me with Greyback again. Lovely!

Yes Lucius Malfoy, the bitch IS back *cackle* And for Greyback; get lost you stinking were!

To the new Minister for Magic: Behave or I will find the dirt you're trying to hide.

Lovely life. Ciao!