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I'm a fan of nuanced discussion but at this point I need to indulge in some black and white thinking and be clear that if you entertain AI generated art in any form I have no respect for you
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i drew jungkoo today and imma share it with the borasky communities
a doodle of jungkook with huge puppy eyes, he's wearing a black bunny/cat eared beanie, is wearing a black shirt and blue baggy jeans. and light grey shoes
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digital sketchbook (my drawings)
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uhoh! someone's misusing breaktime! #namjinfanart #namjin
a fanart of namjin. namjoon and seokjin are in a dark storage closet, close together in what appears to be the middle of an intimate moment. the door is opened and while seokjin looks a bit shocked at the interruption, namjoon is still smiling.

storage boxes are vaguely doodled in the background. two pairs of eyes are drawn behind them. namjoon's [above] and seokjin's [slightly below to the right] they both have red hearts in them
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hehe :33 tfw u lwk have to eat someone omgggg
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late asf for #WipWednesday but here's some fucked up namjin (cannibalism, psychosis, hallucinations of close one's passed, and mushrooms)
The mushrooms had already melted and entered their blood streams. It flows through their neural pathways like a burbling tide - unable to be stopped and it'd be futile at this point anyways.

Fire raises his hands with them as they aimlessly dance around him in some fucked up shrine. Namjoon looks down at his hands, now covered in blood. He jerks his head up when he hears a wolf howl in the ever-present distance.

The forest was a creature in itself - wilderness untamed in its purest, unconcentrated form. Blood is spilled like water and death is a friend who never leaves. Death sits calmly tangled among the roots of a tree while a rabbit carcass rots from the teeth marks in her neck.

Something hides in the trees. He can't hear it. But he can just - feel it. Namjoon feels it like a bug under his skin and scuttling up his spine. He hears a giggle and turns around.

A hand with strangely unblemished skin brushes the rough bark of the tree it's near. The image builds as Namjoon moves closer. Round eyes that ring somewhat familiar in his mind, plush lips curling into a calm smile and flowers adorning his head. Wearing a white unstructured dress that swallowed his entire silhouette beside bare feet. Was it a spirit of these grounds? Was it here to tell them to stop where they are and try to scrape together whatever sanity they have left or to promote them on this gore soaked path, the destruction of everything they once knew?

Namjoon didn't know if this was it. How he'd die. Soul stolen by beautiful hands. He just wonders how the others will fare. He thinks Jeongguk could handle things, abiet with harsher methods.

They're deep in the quiet dark now. An owl hoots and the moon casts her unbiased light on them. The spirit offers Namjoon a hand, palm up. He slips it on top, the difference between them apparent. Namjoon's rougher and calloused skin, knuckles torn and haphazardly healed over stand out almost comically.

It's cold. It's almost like Namjoon is holding a long dead body - the warmth of life and the beat of a heart nowhere to be found.

He will never be warm again.

"Namjoon."

The voice is as soft as morning frost. That cold hand cups Namjoon's cheek so gently he could cry.

"They need to eat. You need to eat."

"We have traps. For - for hunting -" "You know what I mean. Little hares and tired fauna will only hold you so long. You wouldn't want them to starve, hm?"

Namjoon doesn't speak. He looks down at the mud squishing and shifting under his boots. Then at the blood still there on his hands. Gore sits under his nails.

He carries death like a lover now. Where he goes gore follows.

"I wouldn't allow you guys to go hungry. You know this better than anyone, Namjoon."

"I ... I know. God, I know." He kisses the knuckles closest to his mouth and feels it water. He is hungry. So hungry.

A hum.

"You need food. You know where to get it."

Buried close to the rabbit burrow near the cabin. The meat sits under mud and dirt. Namjoon should know, he hasn't cleaned under his fingernails since. He wanted to keep the pain close because it was all he had left of Seokjin.
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LITERALLY THIS IS LIKE SEEING THE MONA LISA BE PAINTED
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love my silly little boragay life
4 pictures of taehyung from his layover era with the caption "this he/they/she tease"

did i eat or did i eat
-# the og tweet was "which member of bts is nonbinary but is employed so they can't worry about that rn"

You ate yes

layoVer is for the nonbinary queers but don't tell #them thatspecifically the artsy nonbinary queers that are slightly off putting to other people
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he is 3 minutes old and eated cement as a newborn
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i drew jungkoo today and imma share it with the borasky communities
a doodle of jungkook with huge puppy eyes, he's wearing a black bunny/cat eared beanie, is wearing a black shirt and blue baggy jeans. and light grey shoes
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i never knew i needed jimin as the spoiled wife agenda but it's now very precious to me
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as the universe intended ✨️
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i'm kissing him rn actually (i'm a lesbian)
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have you ever seen someone so smoochable I certainly have not!!!!!!!!