#gold diggers info

[lcrissas]

          she  doesn’t  miss  mona’s  subtle  reaction  towards  the  mention  of  elias  .  but  she  pushes  past  it  for  now  .  lari  lets  out  a  light  laugh  ,  reaching  out  to  take  hold  of  mona’s  hand  .  “  i  don’t  doubt  that  he’s  already  met  them  and  on  a  first  name  basis  with  them  ,  ”  they’ll  roll  their  eyes  .  “  but  enough  about  my  idiot  of  a  friend  .  ”  turns  to  face  mona  expectantly  .  “  wanna  head  back  ?  i  think  i’m  all  skied  out  for  now  .  and  is  the  bribe  of  a  hot  toddy  going  to  work  ?  i  promise  you  i  make  a  pretty  mean  one  .  ”

mona struggles not to scrunch her nose at the mention of elias.    it didn’t bother her that lari was talking about him—    of course not,    mona was a normal human being!     but it was rather…    impossible not to think about their mind numbing interaction and cringe.    instead,    she giggles,    mimicking their actions and removing her ski goggles,    “    oh,    don’t doubt him,    maybe he doesn’t even need it.    or maybe he already knows.    or maybe he has met them already.    ”   

[lehguru]

Would you mind making a JJK version of older users insecure about others judging their relationship with a younger partner? 🙏🏽

THINK YOU NEED SOMEONE YOUNGER + JUJUTSU KAISEN

jujutsu kaisen men feeling insecure about having a younger partner ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento

info + tw: tbh this theme for one piece was my nightmare, i cant write anything for shanks cuz i feel exactly like that one meme from Akira lol. tw age gap (reader is significantly younger than them, but over 20) so mdni pls — ko-fi

gojo satoru didn't really care about anything others said when it came to your relationship. all that mattered to him was your opinion of the relationship; but, often, he would wonder why you chose to date him.

one day, while you both were chilling in your shared apartment, you noticed gojo looking at you a lot more than normal. he just stared at you, his cheek resting against his palm; his eyes still held the absolute adoration he have for you, but you could sense something was bothering him. putting your phone to the side, you snuggled against him, one of his arms coming to hug your shoulder. "are you okay, satoru? is something bothering you?" he nodded and sighed.

"you are gorgeous, you know that?" you rolled your eyes at his sappy behavior, but he continued. "'m serious! you can be with anyone you want. was just wonderin' why you are with a guy like me, when you could be with, i don't know, someone younger or something." you giggled and shook your head. before he could say anything, you murmured: "i've never met someone 'younger' that was hot and handsome like you. plus, you're rich." he gasped dramatically and you laughed loudly, "i love you, my old man." he smiled and hugged you tightly, his lips pressing a kiss on top of your head.

geto suguru, just like gojo, doesn't care at all about the age gap between you two. even if you two are at somewhat different moments of your life, he is glad to be the one you chose to be next to you through the good and the bad moments. whenever people give you two a glance that last too long or whisper about you, one cold look from him is enough to make them cower away.

one day, the comments ended up getting to you. you knocked on the door of his office and you heard a soft 'come in'. his soft smile dropped as soon as he saw your expression; "is everything okay?" he murmured, motioning for you to come closer. you sat on his lap, your head buried on his neck, and he hugged your waist. with his scent making you feel better, you murmured: "someone called me a gold digger today."

you heard geto click his tongue, his arms tightening around you. "they are simply idiots. pay them no mind, alright?" he pulled away enough to hold your chin and make you look into his purple eyes. "i adore you. i adore to pamper you. that should be enough. ignore them, angel." you pressed a kiss on his soft lips, making him chuckle. his words were always enough to calm you down and you had no idea how he does it, he just do.

nanami kento often thought about your age gap, but it wasn't exactly because of the age itself. he had a plan for his life; he was going to work and save enough money to hit his 50's and move to malaysia. that's it. but... now that you're in the picture, he doesn't know if that could happen.

he didn't want you to lose the best years of your youth with him. or lose those years at a secluded place with only him to spend the rest of your life with. he didn't want you to regret your love for him. "are you okay, kento?" you asked, hugging him from behind and placing a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. he nodded, his thoughts now floating away. "yes, love." he turned off the stove, the breakfast he was preparing for you made the kitchen smell divine.

"why are you up this early?" nanami turned around and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his palm resting on your cheek. "well..." he started to feel your face heat up under his touch. "i was looking at some plane tickets. to malaysia. i know, i know, they are expensive. i just thought it would be good to see where we will live, you know? maybe look at a place near the beach?" and just like that. all his worries melted away. he smiled, a soft and small smile that you adored with all your heart, and murmured. "it sounds good."

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[multific]

More Than

Deckard Shaw x Reader

Warning: PinV sex

Summary: You had a tendency of avoiding your problems, but what if the problems come after you?

Deckard and you had good chemistry. 

Both on and off missions.

But you didn't let yourself fall into the delusion that he would possibly want more from you than sex.

Deckard after all was a handsome man, rich and good at his job, he could get anyone, so why would he want you?

You were sent on the same mission as him and Hobbs.

Needing to go undercover, Shaw and you decided to play the part of the rich couple.

You desperately needed info from a computer which was of course in an office where they are holding a gala tonight. 

What a coincidence!

So you had to play dress up with Shaw and play the part of the wife.

Of course, this was all Luke's idea because why wouldn't it be.

But you weren't going to lie, the dress that hugged your curves, the high slit which showed off your leg, it all felt a bit too much.

"Stunning." was all Shaw said when he saw you which did give you a little boost of confidence.

The way his arm held you close to his side, the way he smirked at everyone who asked about you, he looked like a proud husband.

"I got the USB let's go." you said as you were ready to dip, but then a man made a comment. The man clearly had enough champagne for that night.

Deckard immediately turned around after hearing the comment.

"What did you just say?" he let go of you as he walked towards the man.

"I said, your wife is nothing but a gold digger. A whore." the man said with probably way too much confidence.

"That's my fucking wife, no one will disrespect her!" Deckard looked mad. As if he really was your husband.

When he threw the first punch you let out a sigh. You just leaned back and waited until you heard the man's jaw and nose break and the security threw both of you out.

"Dickhead." said Deckard as he walked to his car opening the door for you.

"He was drunk." you said as you both got into the car and he started to drive.

"Yeah, now he had a broken jaw and nose on top of that."

"You know I don't care what he said right? I'm not a gold digger or a whore so..."

"He still had no right to say those things."

"Thank you for standing up for me though." you placed your hand on his shoulder as you saw him get calmer.

Mission accomplished. 

The World was saved yet again.

Deckard offered to drive you home, which you agreed to.

"Thank you for driving me." you said as you turned to get out of the car but his hand on your forearm stopped you.

"Y/N... I am not good with words," he let out a groan.

"Don't do this please, we both know you don't want anything from me but sex. I feel the tension, yes, but I told you before, I'm done fooling around." his eyes locked with yours as you finally looked at him.

"I'm not-That't not-I don't just want sex from you, Y/N. I want more so much more." you looked at him but didn't say a word. "You don't believe me do you?"

"I'm sorry, Shaw." 

"You have no clue how much I need you. Please just give me one chance. I can't keep going on like this. All I can see is you. Whenever I'm with someone, all I can think about is you, Y/N."

"Deckard..."

"I'm serious, I'm not saying this so I could get into your bed." you opened the door as he let go of your arm.

"I-I don't know." you said honestly before getting out of the car and you ran to your home.

You honestly didn't know what to say. He looked sincere, but you had your doubts. 

No matter how you felt towards him, no matter how much you liked him, you knew his kind. You ran into this many times in your life before.

You fell for a man who never wanted you as a whole. They just wanted you for one thing and once they had enough of that, they moved on. 

And you were done with that.

But if he was like your exes, why did he look so sincere?

---

Deckard punched the wheel, watching the door close behind you, he knew he fucked it up.

He should have been more honest with you. Why was he so bad with words?! 

All he could do is curse himself, now he made things awkward on top of the tension. 

Great. 

---

Later that night, you were on your couch, thinking. Still, trying to figure out whether you should believe Deckard and jump into something that you might get hurt from?

Strangely enough, you could see yourself and Deckard having a happy life. 

A knock came from your door and you stood up, finally, your food was here.

Nope.

Of course, it was Deckard.

"Look, I just-"

"Order for Y/N Y/L/N?" both of you turned and saw the guy with pizza in his hand. 

"Yes. Thank you. Keep the change." you said as you got the pizza and headed inside. "Come in," you said, turning to Deckard who headed into your home.

He looked around as you went to the kitchen. Your home was very you, with a bunch of collectables on your shelves. He leaned against your doorframe as he watched you prepare your pizza.

"I didn't lie. I have feelings for you that I cannot describe. But I know they are real." you tried to decide what to do. Should you reject him? Or accept his confession and risk getting hurt again? Your eyes looked everywhere but him.

"I don't want to get hurt. I have been, way too many times in the past."

"I know that. And I can't promise that I will never but I can promise you that I won't give up on you. I would burn the world for you."

"The fact that I find your accent extremely sexy doesn't help my situation. The way you protected me when that asshole called me all those names... You make me believe in more than you should."

"You don't believe that I would burn the world for you?" he took a step towards you.

"You don't want you to. I just want you to be by my side. To help me and to be there for me."

"I can do that too. I can watch sappy movies and cuddle on the couch." 

"But do you want to? I don't want you to change for me. I don't want you to realize you became someone you didn't want to be because I forced you to."

"You didn't force me. I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure about it. Sure watching some Disney wouldn't be my first choice but it would do me good to take a step back from action." he watched as you took small steps towards him, you were still unsure but he was confident in what he wanted.

He wanted you.

In more ways than one.

So, when you finally arrived in front of him, his arms moved around you as he pulled you into a kiss, something both of you craved for a long time now.

---

Maybe, possibly, having sex as the first thing you do wasn't the best way for him to prove it to you that he was serious.

But you weren't complaining and neither was he.

You tasted so sweet on his tongue and you kept moaning as his mouth worked his magic on you.

And the fact that he had no hair which you could pull on didn't help. One of his hands was holding your thigh while the other had two fingers moving in and out of you, spreading your wetness as he now focused on your clit.

Your hand found his as you squeezed his fingers.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra. 

"I'm going to make you cum with my mouth, twice, then I will pound you into your bed and after I will slowly fuck you like you deserve." his voice and promise rang in your head over and over as you kept inching closer to yet another orgasm.

Your legs shook a little as you came, he guided you through it nicely.

"Up on your knees." he said as if it was soo easy. You just had an orgasm you could barely breathe.

So, he helped you up, ass in the air, head in your pillow as his cock soon found his way into your tight hole.

"Fuck, how are you this tight?!" you heard him behind you but you were far too gone. When he started to move his hips your eyes rolled to the back and you just kept moaning.

You heard how wet you were, you heard how the bedframe kept banging against the wall and you heard his soft moans and groans as he sped up.

You felt like some kind of doll which he was using for his pleasure and you loved it. He grabbed your hair and pulled on it slightly as he moved his lips down your spine, sometimes stopping to bite on your skin.

His pace never once changed or slowed down. He kept on going and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

"You good, Doll?" he asked and you could only nod. "Look at you, being so afraid I would use you for sex and now... you can't even speak. Does it feel good?" you nodded again and he smirked snapping his hips and making you gasp. "Good Girl, you feel so fucking good." at his praise you started to move back to meet his thrust. "Good girl." he growled into your hear and you felt another orgasm coming. "You are getting tighter, are you gonna come?" 

"Yes." you breathed out and so he leaned back again, moving, watching his cock disappear in you.

With a loud cry, you came as he slowly fucked you through it, praising you the entire time. 

At that time, all you could think about is that if he is giving it to you this good, you were okay with being used by him all the time.

"I'm still not done." he said and you nearly forgot.

He moved you to lay on your side as he moved behind you, his cock never left you as he started to move again, holding your leg up a little for better access. He really kept his promise as he was now a lot slower and softer than before.

"You feel so fucking good." he said as he sucked the tenth hickey into your neck. 

"Can you come in me?" you asked in your daze, forgetting completely about the condom he put on earlier. But he decided to play along.

"You want me to breed you, Baby? Come deep inside and watch it ooze out of your fucked little hole?"

"Yes." you said and it was as if a switch got turned on in him.

He let go, his composure changed drastically as he now let himself get lost in the feeling. Moving so deliciously in and out of you he kept moaning and groaning, biting and kissing your skin.

He felt like he was melting, as if you two became one and he fucking loved this feeling.

"I'm close." he whispered and you grabbed his hand, giving him some form of leverage as he kept fucking you slowly and deep.  

"Deckard, please, I'm close."

And so, both of you came at the same time. Everything slowed down for just a second.

But soon, both of you were taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourselves.

You could barely stand but he carried you to the tub and let it be filled with nice warm water.

"Maybe, tomorrow we could go for dinner." he said as you run your fingers over his chest, he had you close to his body as the warm water surrounded you two. 

"I'd like that. You think my pizza is cold now?"

"Definitely, are you hungry? Or would you rather sleep?"

"Eat, then sleep. We can reheat the pizza and eat it." he nodded.

He held you closer to his chest as he let out a sigh of relief. He certainly didn't expect for this night to end like this.

This was all he ever wanted.

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[pompadourpink]

It's a new beginning!

Hello children,

September is coming, school too for some of you - often a great moment for a bit of decluttering and a few new good resolutions. Here am I, offering myself as one of them!

As you hopefully know, I started this blog in 2016 and have been a private tutor since the beginning of the pandemic. I have room at the moment for several new students, so here is what I offer:

Classes, obviously - the typical schedule is one hour a week, sometimes one and a half, or one every two weeks, or two every two weeks; typically same day same time (I'm always happy to make adjustments if you work shifts)

Homework, if you can make the time for it. I typically prefer it to be finished by the middle of the week so that I have time to take a look and correct it, giving you the opportunity to give it a second try before class!

Depending on your preferences, either just a few activities so we can take our time, especially if you are a beginner, or something a bit more dynamic consisting in five to ten minute long activities to keep you motivated and alert (which seems to be a crowd's favourite as most of my students are neurodivergent).

Talking activities are typically answering series of questions I share from my Notion, talking about your week, summarising a book or a movie, making me guess a word or a person, or a concept I call "alien talk" where you explain something (like a vaccine or insurance) from scratch to a little red man.

Writing activities are often fictional (I have students create a little character on a website and we write an update about their life regularly), they can also be an overview of your month, a letter to quit your horrible job or convince Snoop Dog to marry you because you are a gold digger.

Transcribing activities, especially at the beginning, are either me reading very easy sentences so you can write them down and memorise the way things sound, then it's episodes from young children's shows, extracts from very famous movies, then we hit harder and turn to gameshows or podcasts.

Translating activities, from one language to another, are a written translation of the first page of a novel (I did the Secret History recently), or a newspapers article (we are working on this one at the moment); or an oral translation of songs lyrics, fairytales, children's books, muted captioned playthroughs of your favourite games on Youtube, etc.

Finally, a few games: silly quizzes, crosswords, Wordle and even Quordle, hangman, and sometimes we even sing if you're comfortable with that.

Here is the link of my website where you will find reviews and a list of what to send me to get the process started. A few things to know:

I try to make the activities fit your preferences: get me a list of what you like and that is what we will work on. If your first language is not English, I am happy to include it, I'm always eager to learn (I've been reviewing my Spanish this way!)

I work without cameras. I don't need to see your face, I just need a voice and a good Internet connection. All students are welcome, no matter if you have an accent, a stutter, or disabilities. Do not be afraid of being judged, there is none of that here.

I ask for your contact information to be able to do my billing, no one else sees it and no one will know if you give me the address of a building in your area if you feel more comfortable this way. If you prefer to have a lesson first and decide that you want to continue before sending me your info, that's also an option.

I have a student and a regular rate, depending on what you can afford, and we can make different arrangements if your country's rate makes it too difficult, I've done it before.

Please comment if you have a question!

Much love,

Rose

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Ruby Myers (Typist Girl, Cinema Queen)— I just recently saw a documentary about her and thought that besides being really pretty, she had a very interesting life. She was born in the early 1900s in India to a Baghdadi Jewish family, and became the first woman to act in an Indian silent film. In the 1930s she started her own film production house, Rubi Pics, way before most female producers in Hollywood broke through. More info can be found in this Golden Globes webpage on her life [link]

Ginger Rogers (Swing Time, Top Hat)—Look I’ll level with you, I’ve never seen her in a musical and I know that she’s an amazing dancer and she’ll be even hotter when I finally watch Top Hat but I’m not submitting her as a dancer I’m submitting her as an ACTRESS. Her comic timing is impeccable!!!!! She’s full to bursting with life and in every role she seems to be having FUN, you can practically feel the twinkle in her eye. With her natural warmth it’s like she’s letting you in on the joke, y’all get to have this fun together! Making me laugh is hot!!! [If you'd like to see Ginger dance, videos below the cut]

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Ruby Myers:

Ginger Rogers propaganda:

She needs no introduction! An undeniable powerhouse on the dancefloor, and no less talented an actress. I once watched a compilation of cinema's greatest dance scenes and one of her and Fred Astaire's dances was featured, and one of the talking heads said he pitied her for 'having to keep up with him' - or something to that effect. Bullshit, I cry. Ginger Rogers was his absolute equal, and underplaying her incredible skill is downright criminal. I want the 'Cheek to Cheek' sequence from Top Hat to be permanently burned into my memory.

"Backwards in high heels", as the saying goes (though the pedant in me must point out that she in fact spent her fair share of time leading or dancing side-by-side). One of the earliest twinkle-toed ladies of the silver screen, and in terms of acting/persona, her balance of wide-eyed cuteness and movie-star glamour has never quite been replicated.

we all know her beloved string of musicals with fred but ginger also has an extensive and varied non-fred filmography that she's great in! a few ginger moments that are important 2 me personally ginger singing “we’re in the money” in gold diggers of 1933, complete with a verse in pig latin bc this whole movie is kinda mocking the concept of anyone actually being in the money in 1933; ginger and una merkel singing a verse of “shuffle off to buffalo” in 42nd street, providing some statler & waldorf-esque commentary on newlyweds from the upper berth of a railway car (interesting that belly was apparently a risque word in 1933 - maybe its bc the lyric is innuendo-ing about out of wedlock pregnancies - and that panties was a term for men’s underthings!); a favorite fred & ginger number

Ginger Rogers could do everything! She could sing, dance and act. She was hilarious in comedies, moving in dramatic roles (she won an Oscar for Kitty Foyle in 1940) and absolutely gorgeous!

Listen, no shade to Fred Astaire at all, but she both kept up with him step for step and then later went on to WIN AN OSCAR FOR ACTING. (which he did not.) truly a double threat!!!

One of the best dancers in Hollywood! Her work with Fred Astaire is just incredible.

ONE LINE: "Everything Fred did, Ginger did backwards and in heels" AND THEYRE RIGHT! Rogers was a total dance badass, and a lot of movie buffs know the story, but the Never Gonna Dance number from Swing Time took almost 50 takes, and allegedly by the end of filming it her white shoes had been stained pink because her feet were bleeding. As a note, she looks crazy gorgeous in this number. Watching these two dance is insane. They match up to each other in a way my mom describes as "divine" and she's right. DANCE NUMBERS!

Let's Call The Whole Thing Off (Shall We Dance, 1937, dancing starts at 3:14, they're in ROLLERSKATES)

(Ginger Rogers is the hottest woman ever to live in this number. seeing this as a teenager altered my brain chemistry)

(also watch her feet and how she moves opposite Astaire in this one. We all know our boy Freddie had that precision demon but jesus christ Miss Rogers, let a girl live!)

Pick Yourself Up, Swing Time 1936 (Everyone's seen this one but by god you are going to see it AGAIN!)

Shall We Dance, 1937 (duet begins at 2:34)

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, Roberta 1935 (There's just something about Ginger Rogers in a slick black dress man)

The Continental, The Gay Divorcee 1934

God she's MAGIC in this one.

Gay Divorcee's Ending Montage 1934The infamous table and chairs spin happens at about 0:49. Pay CLOSE attention to her in this bc it looks like witchcraft and I feel lightheaded whenever I watch this movie bc shes THAT awesome.

She is a miracle to watch. Sorry for the sheer amount of clips. My entire family is like madly in love with Ginger Rogers.

[budgieflitter]

idk how to say this but the posts abt people misinterpreting the premades are always lost on me cause there's like.. a couple sentences of info about all of them and contradictory info from other games even maxis can't sort out what is canon and what isn't

soo yeah i honestly don't mind evil gold digger dina or serial killer olive etc

i'd rather phrase it as "i personally don't like how people view this or that character and my take on them is so and so"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

So this is incredibly nerdy beyond all reason, but here we go

Earlier tonight I was on Final Fantasy 14, perusing the party finder, as you do at 4 AM when you're bored and have nothing else going on. If you're not familiar with the game, it's an in-game matchmaking service where people can list a party for various kinds of game content, including rp and social connections. I've noticed the same PF going up for months--a guy (male elezen) asking to hang out and take screenshots with a female roegadyn, elezen, highlander, or viera for millions of gil, in this case 6 million gil (basically the gold equivalent, the game's currency. Note: it's not something you can pay for and has no real-life value, but I am saving for an in-game house, so).

I finally got curious enough to join, and we had a lovely conversation for a little over an hour! I was pleasantly surprised to find out he wasn't a creep looking for a big titty anime girlfriend, but just someone who wanted to hang out and meet people. Although he was VERY complimentary of my character and flirty, it wasn't in an unpleasant way, and he didn't push boundaries or anything. I had a nice time, but it got late and I said I had to wind down for bed, and he...didn't mention the gil. And like, not to be a gold digger, but...he did offer, and I am saving for a house. So I asked about it and he did pay, but seemed very annoyed about it; his formerly verbose and flowery typing style turned into "yeah sure" and afterwards he immediately disbanded the party and relisted it on another server.

AITA for asking for the gil?? I don't think it was unreasonable of me, but I can't help but feel bad about it because of how he reacted.

[texasjen13]

Hi Jen! Love your blog.

I need to tell you about the hypocrisy that has been going around in this fandom. I hope you will publish my ask because fans need to know how they are being manipulated.

I need to tell you about soultruths whose previous name was mysticalcarat. I know anons on your blog have speculated she is from Alba's side. She is but there something else you need to know. This blog has been created by acricleofstars. She has the same writing style and same opinion about tarot readings done for celebs. Circle has done readings for Chris in the past but now she has changed her opinion. The reason why she has created another blog to attack tarot readers is she can't do it openly as she and her group interacts with sideways for getting info. Soultruths threatens about legal action and so does Circle. Another similar opinion shared by both of them. Soultruths has reblogged posts from Circle. It is definitely her.

Another thing CaptRegina and her group has started working for ALba's team. They are cleaning her image of being a troll to his fans. They started doing it after VanityFair Carpet debut. Everyone can check Mid's blog and see for themselves what they did yesterday. They have also stopped defending Chris. Mid keeps posting asks calling Chris a p*do. Do you see what is happening?

Tlq and team real have been an apologist for her racism and CaptRegina and her group are now pushing she is not a troll and is living her life. Alba needs a clean image in HW to land roles. Bad reputation doesn't get anyone anything. CaptRegina wand her group is about to flip very soon like Maddy and Ginger. I request everyone to be careful and not believe their lies.

CaptRegina and her group needed money. Everyone remembers their scam and how they tried to earn money in the fandom. They have accepted to work for Alba just like Tlq and team real.

Thanks for sharing this I for one would never flip sides on Chris and Alba is a prickly little troll 🧌 who is out for his money 💰 💰💰💰. I call little gold digger even though she has her own money, she still is a gold digger, there are two types of gold digger’s one they don’t have a job and use a man for his money and two they have a job but don’t spend their money but their man’s money Instead. I’ve seen both

[acidichcl]

Quick doodle of my iteration's karai

Lil info about her below

Karai has a love for music but she isnt pursuing music as a career. Shes pursuing engineering.

Her dad is a very smart man whos involved in alot of tech stuff. When she was little, her dad left her and her mom for another woman and started a new family (got a new wife and then april was born). Karai became sad about this and started to see herself as not good enough to make him stay. Seeing as her dad is good with tech, she wants to live up to his standards and be good at tech too, despite being passionate about something else. She found a purpose and its to make her parents proud; her dad by being good at tech, and her mom by being better than april (who she saw as an extension to april's mom).

April's mom is the complete opposite of karai's mom and is seen as a gold digger. She's not the kindest person and so karai has a prejudice against april, immediately thinking april is like her mom

Karai has 2 best friends, vernon and shinigami. Vernon is pursuing art and shinigami is pursuing psychology.

[streamdotpng]

Quick au bc my brain is a pain!

Enid is just a really good digger and Wednesday is the eldritch God Enid has somehow awoken.

Enid is a little Greek historian and gets roped into an expedition by old friend Yoko, who is a known looter/writer of news storjes. 

Yoko: please Enid, you know Greeks and their riddles- I'll pay you handsomely, I swear! We just need to be the first to scope out the place

Enid, broke asf bc the most she can do rn as a historian is play tour guide: okay fine 

A few days later, Enid is pinned to the floor by the throat after accidentally stumbling across a sealed tomb. It's dark as hell, she can't see bc everyone is human in this au and Yoko is sleeping elsewhere. 

This is honestly enid's fault, she did not need to trespass thrope territory but she has always been a ride or die person. Yoko needed money, Enid needed money- all they had to do was check out the place, find some info that no one else couldn't first then wabam

Rich. 

But no she's about to fucking die. 

"I was promised a reward-" Enid gasps and there is fury in her heart, anger at the realization that she was going to die like this. "a handsome reward!" God dammit Yoko, was left unsaid.

Enid expected alot of things from this expedition. A curse, injuries, a new scar maybe.

But a reply? 

"oh?" a voice says and in the dark, a gold flicker emerges with a blink. Eyes, Enid was looking into a pair of eyes. "do you not find me handsome?" 

Oh duck.

Her killer is pretty. 

[sugudoe]

Hiii ❤️ Id love a matchmaking if its still open!

As for info, I just graduated from art school at uni, my MBTI is ENTJ, if you are into astrology im a Taurus Sun Leo moon, I dunno the others lol.

I tend to be a tad picky with people, and maybe unwillingly a bit mean whenever someone is slow, but overall im very unconditionally giving in my current rs, even if i tend to do other connections as a bit transactional, I enjoy surrounding myself with ambitious people, success is goal (even if morally grey💀)

I do dance in my free time, i have a huge collection of clothes, bags, ascesaories, etc, as well as doing powerlifting for those muscle mommy gains, so health is super important to me. I play all kinds of videogames too, which i enjoy doing competitive and ranked a lot :)

hello, love! you seem so badass!! 🤍 super important, this one actually reminded me of a gojo one shot i’ll be posting tomorrow, so this focus on satoru’s love language i decided to use as an opening before my one shot. ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru

You are meant for success, that’s something in your aura everyone senses — you are going to be the greatest. For Gojo Satoru, you were his achievement. Not in a have you as his trophy type of way, au contraire, he wanted to be yours.

Gojo sees how you are always surrounded by the most influential people, all eating from the palm of your hands, he wants to do the same. Satoru thinks there is nothing better to get them him — the strongest, head of the Gojo clan, bank account filled beyond the unlimited mind could think of.

Unknown to the male, he didn’t need to put himself on the spotlight to get your attention, your eyes had always been set on him, you were going to make him yours in just a matter of time. He easily accepted.

The first thing Gojo buys for you is a large original painting from your favorite artist, he thinks one of the walls in your apartment would look better with it, he is right. It’s a little thing he does, decorating any empty space with something you adore, not noticing the metaphor for your walls being you and this gifts being his love and devotion to you.

Satoru has a thing for your mean version. He loves to be by your side when you snap some rude comments, but he loves even more to be the target of your irritation. There is a thing you do (maybe moving your hair, maybe clicking your tongue, or your pretty mad face), he is all so mesmerized by it.

None of your fights last long, you sprint out of the shared apartment, mostly to go to your dance classes or the gym to relieve the anger. When you come back hours later, stress by the door and tiredness washing over your sweaty body, Satoru is always waiting with a smirk in his face and something to spoil you with.

Most of the time, designer clothes and bags to add to your collection in the closet. Sometimes a diamond necklace he catches you sighing for. This time, he just made dinner, your favorite. You smile gently and kiss his cheek before taking a much needed shower, when returning, still happy and eating while both apologize, Gojo gets you up from the chair.

You both slow dance, against your aching muscles and sleepy eyes, you are so focused you barely notice how Satoru whispers in your ear — “Marry me?”

Turns out, you still got a gift, a beautiful ring.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Gojo and you some times have to deal with people making comments about his gift giving love, saying you are a gold digger. That’s the only moment you don’t have to snap, your fiancée does it for you — “Oh, whatever I give Y/n, they can give themselves, I just rather be the one doing it.”

◛ ₊· You spoil him as well, let it be an immense amount of sweets, fancy sunglasses designed for only him or to threaten the high ups and giving your lover vacation.

◛ ₊· Gojo likes to propose to you at least once every three months, you do some grandee thing, an amazing achievement or you just look particular cute that day, and he is again asking you to marry him.

◛ ₊· Satoru can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, seeing you with white hair is his goals in life, to have you both matching.

◛ ₊· Canonically, Gojo is good at everything he does, that’s why he doesn’t have a job. After meeting you, and your love for videogames, you both learn he sucks at them. So, some date nights is just the two of you in your large game room. You winning easily and he dramatically whining.

[wackytheorist]

What if the QSMP quiz on day 3 of the puzzle was like an interview in disguise and how Mr. Bunny was chosen. Maybe they got the potential investor role since thats the highest one you can get and it makes sense since Mr. Bunny replaced the duck(I forgot their name). Further proof being that day 3s cipher is "bunny".

Now we can only get potential investor if we score forty points, and to score forty points you need to select the answer that is worth four points on every question, which is more specific then the other roles(not including D-rank worker) because the OTHER ROLES have a range. Also an interesting detail is that some 4 point choices... don't seem that much of a deal

SO using the options that are worth 4 points, we can theorize on Mr. Bunny's personality.

Q1: DIAMOND BLOCK(4points) According to the narrator, Mr. Bunny knows a thing or two about Money, and assuming he's the same person who left those messages on the lore images and established capitalism.... yeah I think it makes sense. In Qsmp, diamonds are like money.

Q2: DARK OAK PLANKS(4 POINTS) I've always wondered... why wasn't black stone bricks or even the quartz options not 4 points.... well lets look think a bit... Quartz is a signature of the federation, Blackstone bricks is the Color pallet of the resistance/rebellion. Dirt is... dirt. So the only option that doesn't really correlate make sense is dark oak plank. The room that the islanders passed out in does use dark oak planks....

Q3: Create a trapped maze that leads to the entrance to confuse unwanted visitors.(4 POINTS)- Now we don't know much about Mr. Bunny, or how this corelates to his personality. But using this, we can make a prediction that MR. Bunny's headquarters would be hard to find.

Q4: Build a gigantic mansion just for them, treat them like royalty!(4 POINTS) We know Mr. Bunny is here for the money, he also owns a business separate to federation(know this because of day 2s lore Image). Most corrupt money hungry business owners are often, A: Corrupt because Poor, Business is flopping or B: Corrupt because Business is succeeding hence greedy. We can think Mr. Bunny is B because of this answer.

Q5: PAINTING(4 POINTS): I cannot think of a lore reason, maybe they just prefer paintings or maybe there is a lore reason that we haven't discovered yet....

Q6 RED COUCH(4 POINTS) ALL (except day 5) of the lore images have a red/black gradient background. examples below. We can assume red is a correct that represents Mr. Bunny.

Q7: GOLD(4 POINTS) Again, like the first question, Mr. Bunny LOVES Money. Although this question asks to choose a thing to collect, and the answers are things you can collect from the federation: Furniture, Classified info, Rocks. Mr. "gold digger" Bunny here only for the money.

Q8: I answer their questions at the door and they leave, the rest of my day is uneventful.(4 POINTS) The question is about what you would do when Cucurucho visits... I don't think there is much lore in this but(again going to use the money point but so does the lore images) he DOESN'T CARE about Cucurucho much.... you know what he DOES care about.

Q9:A beautiful flower garden, carefully tended to!(4 POINTS) I dont know the implications in lore and the personality for Mr. Bunny . Maybe he can afford it and maybe this can be related to how beautiful the shops look. But we don't have enough evidence to call it a theory.

Q10: Once I get what I want from them, I kill them. When the investigators come, I serve them a wonderful meaty stew. There is no evidence(4 POINTS) This answer perfectly represents how Mr. Bunny thinks of the federation.... he is using them like meat bag for money, and once he has enough, we can think that he'll try to take over....

I HAVE MANY MORE THOUGHTS BUT THIS TOOK 2 HOURS AND I'M TIRREEED THANKS FOR LISTENING TO MY TED TALK

[universallydestinytaco]

Even More SF Fanfic Prompts!!

Y’all voted and I listened!! Here goes nothin’!! ALSO Please refrain from making any of these NSFW okay?

EDIT: So apparently in the Spanish Dub for SF Charlie's girlfriend is named Zoey and I made this post before that info became more well-known and prior I dubbed her as Susan....Zoey is a cute name OMG

Alan and Glep go grocery shopping, Alan is driving the cart and Glep is hopping around inside the little basket a little kid would sit inside of.

Folklore AU with Charlie as James (not to be confused with that one asshole…), Zoey as Betty and Pim as August.

Jennifer x Shrimp but make them wholesome yuri.

Jennifer, Zoey, Mustard, Smormu, Amy, Marge and her wife Glep on a girl's night out...and Amy, being the absolute bitch she is, she greatly annoys the others (feel free to add Yuri!Shrimp if desired).

Mr. Boss drinks from the fountain of youth and transforms into a 30-something again and OMG he’s this suave Anime bishie and he is like so totally hot you guys!! 🥰

Charlie and Zoey have officially broken up, Pim (repressing his own jealousy) attempts to get the back together by setting them up together without the other knowing at Spaghetti Disco with “secret admirer” letters but Charlie starts to reciprocate feelings for Pim realizing he wrote the letter…oh and you bet there’s totally gonna be angst via miscommunication, hurt/comfort, a chaotic food fight and homosexual fast dancing (inspired by @oui-oui-madame-baguette).

Mr. Frog robbing a casino in Las Vegas x Shamelessly opportunistic gold digger!Reader who is given the choice to either ruthlessly backstab him or genuinely make a connection.

Pim is just a regular guy making people smile and secretly pining over Charlie by day….but nobody knows that the little smiley face button pinned on his shirt is actually a henshin he uses to transform into his magical alter ego who fights off supervillains every night, he also has an arch-rival who is more of the classic lone wolf anti-hero type: now this dude doesn’t have any superpowers but he specializes in cool gadgets while donning a badass mask….he is also totally NOT crushing on Pim’s alter ego! Pim is (not all that) shocked to find out the civilian identity of this tall, dark and cynical is under the cowl! (It’s obviously Glep /jk we all know it’s Charlie)

Mer!Pim falls in love with Cha- *record needle scratch* waaait a second that’s just one of my own silly little AU fics I’m working on ALSO speaking of which y’all can check out the preview to here! Spread the word!!

[cirqosmos]

ROUTE 2: JUNGWON

YOUR MUSE — TEASER THEME SONG

🎥 2023 | 16+ | 10 EP | CLICK FOR MORE INFO > ROUTE 2 SERIES

SUMMARY You? A girl from a dusty, hideous prison of a 'home' with your awful cousins and your gold digger of an aunt. With an inner hatred for slackers and life wasters, your eyes are set to a bold dream; to get into your dream university—a prestigious one, get a proper job and work your ass off for your only passion—art, so you can leave that hell as soon as you can. However a vital oxygen necessary for an artist herself to live; a muse — is something you unfortunately gradually lose after a series of mishaps and you were desperate to get it back.

WARNING yandere, depression, suicidal depictions, self harming, abusive family, verbal bullying and more.

September 3rd, 20**

Canvas.

Empty canvas mocking you out of your way in a deafening silence, a huge canvas resembling of a colossal hard bricked wall standing before you as an obstacle in which behind it—a few blocks away from your dream you had been spending your entire life working your ass off.

A fleeting spark akin to a disappearing clouds on the sky, that spark serving as an oxygen—a vital one, necessary for an artist—you.

Unfortunately, had gone up and into the empty air, to the deepest depth of darkness within your heart, burn into ashes and to nothing, gone to where ever you could not think of anymore.

Shoving your paint stained glass off the table with dozens of brushes onto the floor, hissing in bitterness as you clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms.

Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, inspecting the corners and well thought designs adorning this place; your studio. Everything you had worked hard for, refining your skills and spending every inch of your time, money and sweat for a piece of canvas every single time was all thrown into the musty, reeking smell of a drain where such dirt leads to the slums you've grown to hate with your entire soul—people that you despise so much; slackers.

"There's no fucking way I'd end up like y'all bastards."

Train of memories flashes through your mind; those that holds people that threw away their future for a short gratification and all.

You despise them to the point you could puke. You'd rather die than to end up like them.

And because of that, you had to do one thing to enliven up your one and only passion; art and it's oxygen—muse.

Blaring lights. Ear wrenching music that tears your insides apart. You swore you're about to kill your insane cousin for leaving you here.

Scoff. Why the fuck did you even believe that moron?

She could've abandoned you here for a simple reason, to ruin you like waves of disappointments over you; reeking smell of alcohol, lewd noises, fucked up expressions, squealings of die hard fan girls, up to the stage where over pouring dramatic lights hanging on the ceiling were blinding your line of vision.

Roaring clap of boots, leather jackets, extravagant wigs whipping to all sorts of directions—the stage resembling of an earthquake, sounds emitting absolute hysteria; everything about them was downright chaos.

People you do not want to associate yourself with.

They call themselves artists but per your outlook, they weren't even a tad bit closer to that honourable title. Their thick and bold makeup stood out the most, their fits that made you questioned their sanity, outburst of words that had your face contorted into what the fuck.

But do you even have to be surprised with the place they stood right now?

A total failures. You've no intention of ending up like them. You'd rather die.

Hm? A dark silhouette striding off to the right side caught your attention and within a second the lights goes bright for a brief moment in which it lets your vision focuses properly.

Thud! Thud!

A burst of wave shot through the root of your hair down to the tip of your toes, eyes shot wide open and your lungs was filled from the pure air you sniffed in exhilaration upon gazing on the said boy up on the stage—whose fingers danced across the strings of his deep red guitar.

Thick and bold makeup. That's what can you make out of his sculpture edge face. Though, his fit was what makes him stand out to you than most of them. Bizarre as you called it but it was tremendously different.

While others had their hair shooting up like a maniac, some with extravagant wings, some with chokers with metallic spikes around their neck and bold leather jackets.

This one was somewhat in an adorable vibe?

Those kitten ears shooting up, dramatic chokers with a metal bell hanging onto it resembling of that a cat's collar, his overalls consists of a dark tight fitted corset hugging his waist, white shirt resembling of that a Victorian attire—and foremost, it was a he but the skirt dropping down to his knees made your heart beat in excitement as you look down even more to see white tight socks and then a pair of patterned diamond leather shoes.

Insane. Bizarre. Madness. That's all you can define them but that boy?

A complete madness in a pair with that mesmerising red instrument within the grasp of his hands and fingers.

The flashing random colours exploding behind him was exhilarating and downright fascinating—resembling of that a blazing spark growing one centimeter per second till it blazes the toppled trees over the dull and lifeless cliff.

Surges of inspiration shoots through your brain and your heart—everything simultaneously colliding and tangling it's joints altogether; colours and shapes, the edges and the softness, the sharp taste of a fruit and the sweet scents of flowers, affectionate touches of your lover and random encouragement from strangers on the internet—everything from colossal down to micro are worth of inspiration for an artist.

He's the embodiment of inspiration itself.

And before you knew it, with a breath caught up on the very back of your throat, the one you've been looking for this entire time, it was him.

Your muse.

Sept 26th, 20**

A pair of keychains you personally crafted as a present of gratitude to the boy who had never known you and yet had serve you as a saviour sent from heaven.

Now as you finally know him, Yang Jungwon.

Garden. No wonder, the embodiment of a garden itself that wherever he goes—sparks of florals and colours flow along with his presence, a name that taste so sweet and tender on your tongue, and it's fragrant scent hitting the back of your nose.

Now you were going a bit too far, don't you think? But could you when it was because of him; one of your dreams had came true.

Because of that garden-like boy, you had been accepted into your dream university, a prestigious one, that is. And you should thank him, atleast. Even when he wasn't aware of your existence and that you were only a part of the crowd within his line of vision.

As much as you despise this underground venue in the first place, you couldn't resist to lay your eyes on him again; your muse.

This time, you'll personally try to meet him in the backstage after the concert and atleast give this present to him.

However, a series of mishaps one after another occurs and this time your aunt was the living form of it.

"What? She got arrested for what?" You rolled your eyes in utter bitterness as the concert was about to start at any time now. Your 'family' really got some good timing, aren't they?

Suppressing your groan as you turned to the girl right beside you, “Sorry, I think I will have to go outside for a moment, can you watch my seat for a moment if it’s okay for you?”

The cold breeze bites your bare face and it had you gritting your teeth at the freezing weather engulfing this city. You immediately get into the cab after an excruciating few minutes, "Ah, can we get to this location asap?"

Crash!

Mouth dropped and eyes shot wide open when your gaze fell on the boy on his knees, squirming on the ground with excruciating pain written all over his face.

You let out an audible small gasp as you noticed a pool of blood from his hands.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Are you okay?!" Cupping your mouth in immense shock, you snapped your head at the driver approaching in a hesitant manner, "Fuck, sir? Didn't you see him with your fucking pair of eyes?!"

Your hands falling on the boy's back as you knelt before him, concerned for his entire being.

"Oh fucking god, don't blame me? Kid, why did you appear like a damn deer?!" The driver groaned.

You scoffed in disbelief, "Are you seriously blaming him?"

"No, it's fine, it's fine! I'm in a rush so I didn't see it coming. I apologise for troubling you all!" The boy gave a small smile to you despite hissing in pain later. Your eyes fell on the guitar case left opened for a tiny bit and it had you gasped.

Your eyes shot wide open when you realise who this boy was; his unique voice, that familiar red guitar, his lush black hair, and most importantly his leather jacket with his tag name sticking on it— Yang Jungwon.

This was the very first time you had seen him without all that bizarre fits and bold powders all over his face. His bare face without his signature makeup was something you didn't expect you would have fallen even more for.

Yet, you quickly regained your composure asking him if he's feeling any pain. Your eyes often lingering on his face and then onto his red guitar peeking out from his black case, it's strings were snapped and broken.

You were wondering for a brief moment of what had happened to his guitar but then you noticed the new loop of strings within the tight grasp of his left hand.

But you were more now concerned than ever at his bloody stained hands and the way he grasped it tightly to lessen the pain. His teeth gritting, hands trembling and his eyes almost tearing up.

You inspected his right hand and you couldn't help the deep frown on your face as you realise the injury on his hand was slightly severe when the car collided against his body.

"Wait, I got some bandage." Immediately taking it out from your tote bag, ripping it apart and hesitating to take the boy's hand in your own. "C-can I?"

He nodded in response, eyes shutting tight in immense pain.

You gasp a bit as this was the first time you ever touch him— to feel his rough fingers against yours, roughness that you knew were the embodiment of years of struggle and practice. You couldn't help but grew more fascinated by this boy but was this really the right time to be when he was almost on the border between life and death a few minutes ago?

Your muse's death could turn out to be the end of your dreams too.

Sensing your lips had gone dry and chapped due to the freezing weather—you lapped your tongue over your lips in a swift manner as if to come off as a composed person but you weren't entirely sure if that's how you look like right now as you wrapped the bandage on his wounded hand.

Blood were pouring out like a waterfall that it stained the bandage so quickly that you were worried he might have lose too much and if there's a possibility he could passed out anytime.

"Thanks, miss." His boba eyes beams under the light which had your heart skipped a bit.

"Are you sure you're really fine? Don't you wanna go to the hospital?"

The boy shook his head before he stood up in a frantic manner, grabbing his guitar case. "I'm sorry but I really gotta hurry up."

Dumbfounded you were for a brief moment, you wanted to mentally slap yourself for somehow getting lost in the fascination of your muse.

You almost forgot that he must be on his way to the concert now, but his hand was your most important concern. How could he play with his condition right now?

"I— Hey!" you suddenly paused in a deep thought when you grabbed his leather jacket, preventing him from moving.

"Huh? Is there?—"

Now that he was in front of you, his leather jacket within your tiny grasp; you wanted to say thank you and give him the keychain you personally crafted for him as a present of gratitude but why were you having this second thought of not doing so?

Like something's holding you back—was it embarrassment because he didn't know you yet? Was it hesitance because you find it useless to do even so? Or was it something else?

2 WEEKS LATER

The blazing sunlight pouring over this city and the cold breeze caresses against your skin as you walked giddily across the street.

Today was the day of the exhibition, your golden ticket to the prestigious art community and the only chance to widen your network, your life, your everything.

A familiar face had you gasped in small excitement. "Oh my god, hey! It's you."

Her eyes met yours but somehow compared to the last time you met her, it was over flowing with something you couldn't comprehend but you were sure wasn't a good news.

"Oh, hey."

Voice so small and hoarse emitting from the young girl had your eyebrows furrowing in concern yet you kept silent as you sat beside her with a small smile on your lips, letting your canvas leans against the edge of the bench.

You couldn't help but notice the white oversized cardigan on her and the way she sat and her hands curling in like a cornered animal.

Yeah, a cornered animal that will soon took a form in one of your paintings later. Everything just really serves as a micro doses of inspirations, aren't they?

A FEW MONTHS LATER

Exhibition. Museum. Extravagant paintings. Classical and historical ones. People lining up in front of a painting to make out of what they can come to understand about the hidden messages inside those canvas.

All of those you had witnessed in a short span of time—it was satisfying, exhilarating and immense euphoria engulfing your entire being that your dreams are getting closer inch by inch.

All because of your saviour, your muse.

"Stay still, I'm doing my best to paint you, y'know?"

Behind these enormous canvas, there he was in his bright glory; white shirt that flows till his hips, black pants. His lush black hair almost covering his eyes, face as solemn as always, heavy dark eyebags covering nearly half of his eyes like a panda however still, the depths inside his boba eyes screams the word 'feline'.

The sharp edges of his face that resembles an ancient sculpture in the quarters of a museum. His chest rose and fell just by an inch almost like a wooden doll and even his expression never falters for the past thirty minutes.

It's baffling how everything of him resembles that of a cat; silent and mysterious, hostile at times yet so affectionate. There's still of him that you haven't explored yet, but you were already more than satisfied.

Having him in front of you as he is right now is more than enough.

A suppressed giggle emits from you. Of course it was enough, you couldn't believe that after all those efforts, he finally agreed to be your muse.

Chuckling in an almost feathery stroke, "Am I that handsome to you that you had to scan every inch of me?"

Ah, as silent as he was—he had this hidden kittenish of a flirt lingering within him.

You had no idea when did he end up like this before as the fifth time you had met him, he was almost dying on the street like a homeless beggar—a complete contrast to when you had last met him.

Avoiding his gaze instantly, your fingers resumes it's works on the canvas even when your cheeks burned profusely, "As if, don't get so cocky."

"Well," you didn't fail to notice his heavy and solemn voice like always, but as heavy as it was—it exudes a flattering echo dripping in its thickness of a mystery, "Why did you chose me as your muse then?"

"I didn't chose you. My heart did."

"Your heart?"

You hummed in response, "You're not an artist so you wouldn't understand a tad bit, it's akin to an oxygen. Without it, artist like me are nothing but a living corpse."

"Like a zombie?"

"Pfft, that's plausible."

Sneaking a short, brief glance on the corners of your canvas—there you couldn't suppressed your lips from tugging up from the way his eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly, the sun from behind the curtains of the window over pouring not only to the wooden floor but onto the sharp edges of his face, his less saturated lips kissing the apples of his rosy cheeks.

"It doesn't matter if I don't understand, though. As long as you need me here, as your muse or.." He paused, taking a brief thought before continuing. "I'll just be right here in whatever way you need me."

Those words had your breath caught in the back of your throat but nothing was comparable to the way you notice the way he looks at you in a brief moment.

It was exactly the same way you look at him and yet those gaze held so much more that you couldn't fathom what it was. What was it?

If you could form it into a string of words rather than a dry layered paints on a canvas, then it would be akin to when you look at a tiny fragile being and you wanted to hold it and protect it as long as you could—it was flattering, really—but somewhere within that definition, there was still something lingering in his gaze that you couldn't fathom what it was.

So what's a better way than to just paint it?

"Huh, who is this?" You unknowingly raised your guard around this tall and black haired young man, his fit consisting of a white cardigan and loose black pants.

Goosebumps suddenly riled over your entire body. The fuck?

You couldn't help but felt threatened by this guy's presence, something just doesn't sit right with him but you can't fathom what it was.

A tight and harsh tug pulled you away from behind, noticing it was Jungwon, you smiled but it immediately fell when you notice his stiff and cold demeanor. Huh?

"I'd appreciate it alot if you leave her alone, Heeseung." His grip tightening around your wrist almost had you squirming in discomfort. Why was he so tensed up like this?

"Ohhh, why? Wait, don't tell me— wow, since when did you had a girlfriend?"

"Heeseung."

"Oh c'mon, tsk. Have fun then, it's good to see you back, though." Heeseung as you know it had walked off.

You couldn't help the burning blush on your cheeks when that particular word left Heeseung's mouth and yet you still didn't fail to notice the fresh bite mark on his hands as he waved off his hand in a leisure manner.

It wasn't something to be alerted of but it's just concerning—and the fact that his white cardigan also seems familiar for no reason.

"(Name)," your thoughts were interrupted when Jungwon made you faced him. "Whatever happens, stay away from my friends and especially him."

"W-why though? Is there's something?"

"Just fucking listen, will you? Please?" That pleading eyes of his that you grew to adore had your heart skipped a beat once again as you nodded in response.

At that point, you passed it off as a brief protection from the boy, merely seeing it as a friendly gesture. Just like what you had always gotten from his vibe.

Those bubbly eyes that poured a dozen of fleeting memories that you weren't aware of because of how tired he was, solemn and the heavy weight he brings along with his presence, a complete contrast to the first time you laid your eyes on him; over flowing spark and vibrance.

You didn't know what happened to Jungwon after that first meeting with him and yet you didn't mind as everything from him was a dose of inspiration, he was a living breathe for your way of life.

However by now, you realise you should've given up by then.

You should've left him on the street; dying on his own. Heck, you shouldn't have stepped out from the car and attended to his bloody mess.

Not only that, you wish you didn't save him the second time when you saw him on the brink of his death as he laid on the street under the heavy rain and roaring thunder.

You noticed everything about him, it was a pure joy for you as you painted all of him that you find so fascinating and mesmerising on the hard canvas, even his flaws and every single teardrops falling from his eyes, or how his lips had gone dry and chapped after biting it a thousand times because he had gone into a short burst of anger—everything, you painted everything.

However even after all of that, you failed to notice one thing; that turns out all this time you were each others' muse. The only difference was, you saw him first and he saw you almost a month later.

You fell first but he fell harder and deeper.

Jungwon was your saviour as you deemed it and he looks at you the same way. The only difference is he was the very reason your life started, but for him, your dream was the end of his life.

What could be a better way for him if not to snap off your little wings with his bloody guitar strings just so you can stop soaring for an inch? Or maybe one more? Two more? Or maybe a thousand times more till he's able to satisfy his desires to drag you into this halls of hell alongside with him too.

If you haven't chosen him as your muse from the very beginning, haven't you save him, then you wouldn't have ended up in such a terrible misery in this macabre loop called—

Yang Jungwon.

© SWEETPIECEOFNIGHTMAREZ | 2023 |

🌹YANDERE SERIES: PART 1 MASTERLIST

[cat-roths]

[CATALINA “CAT” ROTHSCHILD. 25. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [2 YEARS] and are originally from [NEW YORK CITY]. They are a [HOUSE TROPHY WIFE] and in their downtime love [CURATING DECOR FOR HER HOUSE] and [GOING TO PILATES]. They look a lot like [ESTER EXPOSITO] and live in [ASBURY BAY]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [THE FEMININE URGE BY THE LAST DINNER PARTY].

THE ESSENTIALS

coming soon

pinterest (coming soon) - musings

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

coming soon

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: catalina

NICKNAME(S): cat

DATE OF BIRTH: tbd

AGE: 25

ZODIAC SIGN: taurus sun, libra rising, taurus venus

OCCUPATION: housewife

HOMETOWN: new york city

CURRENT RESIDENCE: asbury bay in asbury park, nj

NATIONALITY: american

LANGUAGE(S): english & spanish

GENDER & PRONOUNS: she/her (cisfemale)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual i believe

RELIGION: catholic 

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: ester expósito

HEIGHT: 5′5″

EYE COLOUR: green

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: impeccably highlighted what i believe they are now calling "old money blonde" on tik tok, always worn long and layered - like this or this

TATTOO(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): TBD

GLASSES: no

CLOTHING STYLE: TBD

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: TBD

POSITIVE TRAITS: TBD

NEGATIVE TRAITS: TBD

GOALS/DESIRES:  TBD

FEARS:  TBD

HOBBIES:  interior decorating, pilates classes, shopping, absolutely downing a bottle of sancerre, lounging by her pool when it's warm enough

HABITS: TBD

SMOKES?: yes

DRINKS?: yes

DRUGS?: yes

EDUCATION

COLLEGE EDUCATION: Parsons The New School

DEGREE(S): BFA in Interior Design

FAMILY

SOCIAL CLASS: TBD

FATHER: TBD

MOTHER: TBD

SIBLING(S): TBD

SOME FUN FACTS

ok so cat is a new character, so bare with me while i figure her out !! she has less info for sure, but we'll get there lmao

essentially, cat is a wannabe manhattan socialite who sugar babied a bit too close to the sun, and ended up married

her husband is much older, extremely rich (i imagine he works in finance), and spends most of his time traveling for work and leaving her alone in their gigantic house

he really just wanted a pretty young wife on his arm and found cat

before she got married, she was a bit of a micro influencer, nothing where she'd be recognized or had brand deals or anything, but it got her in a few doors and some PR gifting and the likes

she went to school for interior design, she was not super well off, hence the sugar babying to pay for her manhattan lifestyle (since the interior design never took off)

personality wise, she's extremely flirtatious and charming, extremely persuasive, but can be stubborn and competitive and is not at all good at taking responsibility for things. some people may say she's lazy, but she'd probably say she just enjoys indulging in her pleasures or something along those lines

CONNECTION IDEAS

more to come as i figure her out more but to START

people she flirts with (or potentially more?) - i highly doubt cat is loyal to her husband, so give me flirting, emotional affairs, actual affairs if the chemistry is there

and tbh i imagined her husband as an npc but if it's something that's calling to you for the plot, hmu

friends from nyc and her partying sugar baby past !!!

people who judge her for her old rich husband - i figure people must assume she's a gold digger (she is), so give me all the judging and tense relationships that come from that

along with that, perhaps people who would be more on her husbands side ?? family, friends, business associates, etc etc? i love an antagonistic relationship what can i say

and as always, if you have any ideas that cat could fit, hmu bc i'm always down !!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my friend that her boyfriend should get a real job?

So my friend (f20) and i (f21) met two years ago through college and a few months afterwards she began seeing this guy. They had a little bit of a back and forth thing but started dating after a while. Now i’ve never been very fond of him, he’s really loud and abrasive and has no respect for anything except her it seems. He moved in with her pretty shortly after them getting together (which i also didn’t like bc it seemed very rushed) but my friend explained to me that he really couldn’t go on living in the room he had rented before bc apparently it was a total shitshow. All this has always seemed kind of untrustworthy to me bc why does she randomly pick up this guy who has no money of his own and immediately lets him move in with her? Anyways. They seem to be really happy, my friend only ever talks about him very fondly even though he literally has no manners (i came to their apartment once and he greeted me wearing nothing but an old shirt and boxers, drinking milk directly from the carton. When i told my friend about this she only laughed and said “that’s the way he is”).

Before they got together we used to have weekly nights out with our friend group but she’s been absent more often than not lately, always claiming to have “dates” with her boyfriend like girl come on you’re literally living together you don’t always have to go on dates. I’m not kidding they’re literally doing the most normal shit like taking walks in the park and watching movies but apparently it’s more important than her friends lol.

Also important for this is the boyfriend’s financial situation: he seems to come from a very poor background though i don’t know any specifics but he doesn’t have a lot of money. He has a job as an acrobat in a circus but the circus is very small and only performs around christmas time meaning: throughout the entire year he only goes to training and hangs out at home otherwise. He also obviously doesn’t make much from that.

I used to think he might be a gold digger bc my friends family is like, really rich but she told me that he didn’t even know about it until a few months into the relationship when he offered her to help with the rent (how even, he has almost no money of his own and she buys literally everything for him) and she revealed to him that she owned the apartment.

Now. This is why i might be the asshole. I didn’t think i was when it happened but the reaction of my friend made me think otherwise.

I was visiting them a few days ago and heard her boyfriend complaining about how he was sooo bored and didn’t know what to do after getting up at 12:30 pm. I couldn’t take it anymore and said “well maybe if you got a real job this wouldn’t happen” because apparently he doesn’t understand that some people actually have to work for real and don’t have girlfriends to buy them everything.

My friend didn’t hear it at the time but he must have told her because the next day she was absolutely fuming, telling me that circus acrobat was a real job and that i shouldn’t be so condescending because he’d had a really hard life and that she’d do anything to make him a little happier now. I apologized and all seems fine now but i still feel kind of bad about it because she was so angered by it.

so, AITA tumblr?

What are these acronyms?