#{closed.}

after the recent events with mina. I have decided to part ways with this fandom and this account. I haven’t been here long, but i genuinely cannot believe this is the same fandom who were known for being welcoming, respectful, and supportive.

engene were supposed to be a safe place. we were supposed to have each others backs no matter what, but the second someone gets upset about an interaction you want to tell them to die? you don’t know what was happening in her life, what she had going on. clearly riki was a person she cared for, even if she didn’t know him all that well. she saw him as comfort and yall ripped that away from her.

cyber bullying isn’t and will NEVER be okay to me. as someone who has gone through something similar to mina, I cannot imagine how horrible she felt. she had just graduated. she had amazing friends and family. she had a whole life ahead of her. she just wanted someone to see her for who she is. she wanted her safe place. and you all ripped it away from her for what? her wanting a fucking interaction? over fucking flowers?

i love enhypen dearly, they were and have always been my favorite group, but i just cannot be apart of this any longer. I can’t call myself an engene. I can’t bear the name, and I can’t deal with the fact people around me, in every space have contributed to her death whether they would admit it or not. i hope everyone who sent her those death threats and made her feel worse about herself are ashamed. and i hope yall know it’s you, who have blood on your hands. it’s nobodies fault but yours.

mina, may you rest in peace. you are an angel. you are loved and always will be no matter what. it isn’t and will never be your fault.. 🕊️🤍

[ the man who has just walked outside of the house seems a bit disturbed and furious. diego does not draw arcángel yet. ]

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

pick your muse: maxine. 40s. 

connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.

Olivia nestled herself in between his legs against his body, her back pressing against his chest as her round belly, eight months pregnant, protruded in front of her. She was completely naked. It didn't take long before she felt his hand cup a heavy breast, his hand palming the heavy, milk filled breast, fingers tracing slow circles across her sensitive areola. She let out a soft moan as she felt her inner thighs become wet.

where: the spirit meets the bone (anywhere, go nuts)