#behindtheveil

For the Behind the Veil, the colour purple please 💜

Sweets thank you! I'm doing good. Hope you are too!

We have a second purple heart, and why not doing it more bangtan related?!

Yeah, color psychology's cool, but the comfort, the warmth and the safety that lay behind our fandom is better sooooo....

Something more fluffy and sweet:

“I lean into him, letting the warmth ground me, the familiarity of his presence like a tether in the chaos. His arms wrap around me, steady and unyielding, and for a moment, the storm outside feels miles away. Just him. Just this quiet, tender closeness.”

💜 Because sometimes, all you need is that one presence to make everything feel okay.

Because, it may or may not have crossed my mind, and made me think of Lamb as a banshee... And I may or may not have thought of her abilities and stuff... A n d I may or may not be curious about others' OCs' creature self...

If some of you do decide to try it out, tell me :3 or reblog- I dunno. I just want to read people's rambles.

Also, I might post stuff on Lamb as a banshee. Not drawings 'cause I cannot draw for the life of me—wish I could though :( Maybe just some snippets on her abilities or her days.

Hey Readers! ✨ Here’s our first color… and of course, it had to be purple 💜

In color psychology, purple is all about mystery, longing, and spiritual connection. It’s the color of moments that linger, the unspoken, the electric pull between hearts.

So… here’s a little excerpt for you:

“He stiffens beneath me. His eyes—those eyes I thought I’d never see again—are wild, with fear and rage, but not only. There’s recognition, a sharp sting of memory. I loosen my hold, claws retreating, as my body shifts back to human form. My chest heaves, sweat slicking my skin. ‘Hyung…’ "

dunno if i should post it while i'm still working on Lamb's past with the man who was the reason for her callsign (part of the reason why i still wanna work on it is because he left a lesson) :v

so, uh, opinions would be nice :'D

I'm not sure if this will be quite as cathartic as a penned journal, but I'm hoping for something more flexible than pen and paper in regard to when and where I can write. I just...need to get it out.

Things are difficult to explain, even just to myself. It's as if I'm constantly feeling everything at once and nothing at all. It's as if I'm overwhelmed at all times but I've thrown a blanket over my head to cope. It doesn't feel quite like what I've known dissociation to feel like, but maybe that's only because the trauma is very different this go around.

I can't stop thinking about it. It isn't as intrusive as it was; the thoughts aren't so...out of my control, anymore. It's mostly some variation of "how could you do this to me, to us? How could you ruin everything like this?" Which usually leads in to "did you really want her enough to ruin our lives?"

I've read from all sorts of sources that it isn't about me, in the end. But how could it not be? I'm the one he betrayed. Isn't it really all about me, even if it isn't my fault?

I hate how much I hate my life now. Everything that made me happy, everything I was proud of, feels tainted at best. I only feel better when I'm with him, and even then, it only lasts so long. My time with him sours with every rejection, because they come frequently, as they always have. I don't think I'll ever be enough.

Why am I never enough?

We've been together eight years. I was so excited to spend the rest of my life with him, the person who I thought he was. I miss that version of him so, so much.