#she’s stylish and creative!

[nympippi]

Amy never makes a physical appearance in the movie. Can you draw what she would look like in your mind?

I think Amy would probably be an artsy kid but the artsy kid who’s parent has them wear really nice clothes, ya know the ones. I think her and Gwen since in canon it is implied they talk but not regularly but in my au I’m just gonna make it to where her and Gwen are friends and they make a lot of bead crafts!

Over all Amy is a little shy but very sweet little girl!

[zannia]

Scarlet is finally on sale and she's all I think about

[corkinavoid]

For @ladydoptera, to 'Pomegranate Lips' by Derivakat,

DPxDC Get a Taste

"Password?"

Tim swallows. The eyes in the narrow window of the metal door are plenty familiar, dark violet with black makeup. But knowing who is on the other side doesn't help him in the slightest.

"Going ghost," he says, keeping his voice low. The window slides back shut with a snap - metal over metal, Tim's ears hurt - and then, there's a click, a snap, and the door opens.

A girl in a creatively ruined but still somehow stylish gothic lolita dress is standing in front of him. She looks taller than usual, and when Tim looks down, he knows why - those platforms must be at least four inches, how does she even walk in those?

"Welcome, McFly," Sam's dark red lips curve in a smirk that looks just a bit too smug on her. Also, to this day, Tim has no idea why she picked that nickname for him.

He steps inside, and the heavy door slams shut behind him, leaving them both in complete darkness. Or, Tim thought so until he looks a little closer and notices how Sam's violet eyes are faintly glowing - not enough to light the way, but enough to raise a few questions.

Questions that Tim is not going to ask.

Yet.

"Follow me," the girl says, her voice on the brink between annoyed and amused, and starts walking away through the narrow hall. Tim does his best to follow; his eyes are adjusting to the darkness, albeit slowly.

However, the walk doesn't last long - ten or so steps later Sam pushes another door, and-

The closest thing Tim can describe it as is a rave, of all things. Loud, rhythmic music that thrums through his whole body, strobes and bright green lights everywhere, and people, hundreds of them, dressed in all kinds of things. Tim freezes in the doorway, struggling to take in the sight.

A woman in a Victorian dress is dancing with what looks to be a werewolf in prison robes. A child just threw a one-eyed parrot at a man in a black tie suit. A knight of plated armor is waving a sword around, seemingly arguing with-

"Keep your mouth closed," Sam's finger taps his chin from below, and Tim shuts it back closed with a snap. Right, he's got no time to gawk, he is here on a mission. But, when he looks back to Sam, his mind comes to a screeching halt yet again.

"How'd you-" he starts, looking at how the girl's skin, usually pale and almost white, is glittering with small lines of blood red runes. They are not tattoos, or at least Tim doesn't think so because they move, like tiny snakes or vines over her skin.

"Nope, not answering," Sam clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, her perfectly sharp eyeliner getting a deep, dark red hint as well, "I don't owe you shit."

With that, she turns around and starts weaving through the crowd, leaving Tim no choice but to follow.

The music is nearly crushing his eardrums. The crowd should feel suffocating - Tim knows it usually does in places like these - but somehow it doesn't. What's more, it feels cold. So cold, in fact, that goosebumps run over Tim's skin.

However, just as he feels like they are completely lost in this freezing, neverending sea of faces and figures, Sam stops. Tim almost runs into her back, actually, but, just as he is about to ask her why, she steps to the side and gestures for Tim to go ahead.

And Tim... Tim can't move a muscle.

There's a corner booth in front of him, with red velvet seats and more than a few dozen drinks, empty and full, on the table in the middle. Some of the liquids are glowing toxic, unnatural colors, and in the back corner of his mind, Tim still remembers why he's here. He is investigating, right. Which includes meeting the owner of 'Afterlife' face to face, yeah. Something about a new drug on the streets of Gotham, probably.

Tim can't concentrate.

The guy lazily sitting at the table, with hair so white that it's nearly glowing and his pale skin shimmering with highlighter on his cheekbones, causes Tim's mind to completely bluescreen. Because the unbuttoned black suit with embroidered stars and an open white shirt underneath, the neon blue, faintly glowing cold eyes, and blood red lips stretched in a dangerous smile - that's thankfully is not directed at him - are all... Too much.

Not blood red, actually. It's a different color, but Tim can't remember the name.

He can barely remember his own name, to be honest.

"Oi, Danny," Sam snaps her fingers in the air, and the ethereal being blinks, tearing his unblinking gaze away from the man in a white suit sitting across from him to look at her. Then, his eyes slide to Tim, and, okay, he thought he was well past the gay panic stage of his life, but apparently not.

The guy - the god? because only divine fucking things have the right to look so otherworldly pretty, in Tim's opinion - tilts his head to the side slightly, a curious edge to him. And then he smiles, nice and a little sly, but Tim can't shake off the feeling of sharp danger that runs through his spine.

Pomegranate, that's the color.

Bite it once, and you will never leave the Underworld.

"Can I help you, little bird of crimson color?" The ethereal owner of the most mysterious place in Gotham asks without raising his voice, and yet Tim can hear him despite the loud music around.

...Maybe he doesn't mind never leaving, if he can get a taste.

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When I put that song on for the first time, I was like, that's Sam. That's so Sam. But then I started writing, and things got weird, so it's both Sam and Danny now.

Tim is so gone, I'm sorry, RIP Tim. Funny thing is, he barely said a single word throughout the whole piece.

[alfascorpiionux]

Astro notes ~1

Hope you’ll enjoy it~💛

Aries people with Moon in Libra/Virgo can be extremely petty and tend to get jealous easily (this applies to friendships as well). They are very loyal though, and some of the most active, hardworking people you’ll come across.

Libra people are some of the friendliest you can find and are known for their good taste and usually good social skills.

Libra with Moon in Pisces has lots of crushes and falls in love easily (but more times than not with the wrong people, much to their dismay). Is sensitive, undecisive. Can be both giving and selfish at the same time. Needs plenty of time by himself/herself to recharge and get detached from others’ feelings, problems.

Moon in Sagittarius: I cannot emphasise this enough: we absolutely loath showing weakness especially when in a group setting and always want to view the world with the “glass half-full” mentality. The unevolved energies of this placement might have commitment issues beacuse we tend to live life based on principles and have quite high standards when it comes to the people we let it. So when our view of the “perfect” you is shattered it can be quite heartbreaking and we may distance ourselves to study you further or try to forget the hurt you caused us. There is a certain grade of naivety, childlike wonder to this placement which can be infectious to other people. You can make somebody’s day brighter with your words and attitude. You also probably have a very strong moral compass, a philosophical outlook on life and are quite friendly.

The lower energies of this placement predispose to anger (which is expressed differently depending on the house your Moon is placed in; typically it’s more concealed, especially in the beginning), short temper, commitment issues, forgetfulness.

Aries Venus in 12th house: oscillating between shyness and boldness, this native is a mix of curious qualities: fiery passion and flirty banter coupled with increased sensitivity to the needs of his/her partner. Creative, generous, dynamic, there is no dull moment with this native around.

He/She will know how to get to the deepest corners of your soul. He/She is looking for something real, something raw and authentic in you. May not like what he/she finds but wants it nonetheless beacuse it’ll be something special the both of you share.

The lower energies of this placement predispose to escapism, low self confidence, compulsions and difficulties in the dating scene (might start dating late, choose wrong partners or not have strong enough boundaries in relationships).

The higher energies manifest in beautiful, almost self-sacrificing ways: increased generosity and sensitivity to other people, especially children and the elderly, maybe animals too. A certain dreaminess in the way you act, express yourself.

When it comes to making love, you are literal FIRE once you open up and feel ready with the right person. You don’t shy away from new positions, are experimental and might even pull out some sexy lingerie from your drawer (lingerie that nobody else may know about or s*x toys - your secret is safe with me!). Fetishes could be possible but you may not even admit them yourself. 12th house placement could suggest secret love affairs or a special taste for something forbidden. Very careful that you don’t put yourself in situations that disregard your value as a person. Self reflection and journaling could be especially helpful with this position!

Leo Rising: are cool, stylish, proud and regal. Whenever they enter a room you’ll feel a warm and encompassing aura. People notice it and will tend to gravitate towards this native, for good or for worse. Whenever Leo is present, especially in the personal planets, you can expect a certain level of drama and stubbornness. If it’s the ascendant that is in the sign on Leo, the native will have a solid self-confidence, will typically carry herself with much pride and may even be quarrelsome at times. “The queen stands no disrespect” could be their motto. At low expression, Leo rising may continually deny it when they have a problem or refuse to talk about it (mostly out of stubbornness and because they prefer to lick their own wounds and hide them from other people).

Taurus Sun with Cancer Moon: some of the warmest, kindest and most loyal friends you could possibly find. They know the value of the given word, will show up to appointments and will take your secrets to the grave. You can vent to this natives about your problems because they will listen and not be judgmental and will even offer a shoulder for you to cry on.

They are shy at first, especially around strangers but will know to speak up when the situation calls for it. It is perhaps not known about them just how tough they can be. Yes, they may cry easily but will always stand up and move forward. When you annoy they will not only acknowledge it but will also confront you about it. They might not tell you right away that they have a lover for example, even when you are close friends. You ask them why, it’s because “you never asked me yourself”. Truthfully it’s because they value personal relationships and privacy so much. They will not gossip just because they can. And some feelings cannot be simply put to words, they should and could only be shared between the two lovers.

The only low manifestation I see is that they can at times have a very one-track mind, especially if they find an activity they really like. You will ask them 5 times in the span of 2 weeks what they are doing, at different times of day, and they will say “I am dancing” or “I am going riding”. Get the picture?

Gemini with Cancer placements: it can go very different ways, but it will usually lead to a person being very social and having lots of friends and/or lovers. It can lead to “drama queen” behaviour but not always. Native is an emotional kind of speaker and can find common ground with almost anybody. He/She is probably very smart and intuitive. The type of person that will get all the good grades without learning much and will impress almost anybody they meet because of their charm and social skills. He/She could, however, be quite flighty and/or chaotic in everyday life.

When I say the expression of the Moon sign very much depends on the Sun sign, I am not kidding. For example, in case of the Taurus native, the Moon in Cancer amplified his/her “motherlike, feminine” qualities. The two signs felt like they complemented each other. The end result felt harmonious and well-rounded. In the case of the Gemini native, however, it leads to a certain amount of friction, particularly because the signs of Cancer and Gemini have very different manners of relating to life. You can look up the aspects if you want to find out more (I am by no means a professional astrologer only an enthusiast 😆).

At low manifestations it could lead to emotional manipulation, drama queen behaviour, a special taste for quarrelling.

BONUS:

Lilith in the first house: this is not talked about nearly enough - self esteem issues! Lilith being in the house of the self brings a particular type of emotional dilemma, the dilemma of “who am I”. I know it sounds strange, but hear me out. I am sure you’ve already read many other posts that highlight the good qualities of Lilith, until you’ve reached my post, so I will only mention a few: charisma, sex appeal and a mysterious, somewhat rebellious air. It is also said that the native, due to his/her particular kind of aura, will invite partners who will try to tame him/her. I don’t know how true that is, and it is not yet the moment we debate this subject. Perhaps in a future post .

We will talk about the young and naive Lilith who is thrust in this wilderness we call life. She doesn’t know who she is, what she wants and can or cannot do so she stagnates. She observes life and at first tries to be a good girl, always pleasant and accommodating. At first she wants to fit in badly, she want the recognition of others and will do almost anything for it. She needs it like the air she breaths. However, something always happens and her plan never works. Or rather it does, but the price to pay will be exorbitantly high: her whole individuality, her authenticity. But does young Lilith know what’s laying dormant inside her? Being so oblivious of her own authenticity and power, she has nearly lost it completely. She has given in up for someone and now she feels bitter and angry. She has come to a realization. She cannot stand X trait in people(example: dishonesty). Okay, so that means I must be a super honest person or at least value it greatly. Moving on - what’s about loyalty? I think I know something but really am just scratching the surface. Such is the journey of Lilith. A journey of continual self-discovery. It starts with a young, very unsure hero who perhaps is also very naive only to later turn into a determined, empowered, self assured person who will always follow her own path, no matter what other say or do. They will be missteps and perhaps even a few fractures on this journey but it is one only you can embark on in pursuit of the Holy Grail, if you may. At the end of the day, you may realise it has always been inside yourself, hidden, awaiting to be rediscovered and embraced.

Thank you for taking the time to read my post and if you feel you resonate with my writing please leave a comment below and let me know. Would love to chat with you guys.💕

[jaylalolz]

SINGER!reader x ACTOR!nicholas 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

SUMMARY, how nicholas and his singer girlfriend relationship would be like

A/N, haven’t posted in a while, sorrryyy

WARNINGS, none

Their bond is the kind that lights up social media, with fans constantly talking about their stylish red carpet appearances, where they always match effortlessly. She accompanies him on set, watching him bring characters to life, while he supports her as she writes love songs inspired by their romance. Their chemistry and public displays of affection make them the “it” couple, and Nicholas loves spoiling her with thoughtful gestures. Their relationship is a beautiful blend of passion, creativity, and mutual admiration, keeping them both in the spotlight.

When she won won Album of the Year, it was an emotional moment that left the audience captivated. As she stepped onto the stage to accept the award, tears welled up in her eyes. With her voice trembling, she thanked everyone who supported her journey, but when she spoke about Nicholas, her emotions overflowed. Through happy tears, she expressed how his unwavering love and belief in her had inspired much of the album. “This wouldn’t be possible without you,” she said, looking at him in the crowd. “You’re my biggest supporter, my muse, and I love you so much.” Her heartfelt words left Nicholas beaming with pride, their connection palpable as the crowd erupted in applause.

They love capturing memories in photo booths, filling their home with cute strips of them making silly faces or sharing sweet kisses. When they aren’t on the red carpet or at events, they’re out enjoying playful dates. They frequent arcades, challenging each other at classic games, and often go to pottery classes where they laugh at their attempts to create something meaningful. Paintball gun battles are a favorite, adding a competitive edge to their dates, and they never shy away from trying something new. Their relationship thrives on these shared moments of fun, spontaneity, and laughter.

[r3starttt]

Abby handles all the administrative tasks, which Ellie refers to as the boring business stuff. She takes care of sales, answers calls and messages, purchases materials, and finds the best deals. Ellie focuses on the creative side, designing and arranging each bouquet. She accompanies Abby to select the most beautiful colors and patterns and gauges people's reactions to ensure they love her work as much as she does.

They have a routine, even when something unexpected occurs, they know their roles. Each morning before opening, Abby ensures the store is organized, clean, and orderly. Ellie helps too, but often she just wanders around or trails Abby like a lost puppy while munching on her 'sweet treats.' At closing time, Ellie tidies up her workspace while Abby takes out the trash. Each has their designated areas to clean and arrange, but Abby always gives the store one final check.

They enjoy inviting friends to the store. Behind the main entrance is a small inner garden, barely big enough for gatherings, but they make it work. They always have snacks and drinks on hand, mostly for themselves but also for guests.

Ellie loves offering discounts to her friends, which often earns her a stern look from Abby, signaling her to stop, but Abby never makes a big fuss about it. Unbeknownst to Ellie, if finances ever fall short, Abby would dock her own salary to make up the difference.

They give flowers for every occasion. Ellie takes this seriously, often matching flowers to the initials of whomever she'll gift them to, or researching the meanings behind different flowers and colors. Abby, on the other hand, focuses on selecting the most expensive and stylish arrangements that suit the person tastes, ensuring the gift feels personal and thoughtful.

Abby had to buy a first aid kit for Ellie, who often injures herself while working. Ellie keeps band-aids in her apron, and whenever the smallest hiss of pain comes from Abby—which is rare—Ellie rushes to make sure she's okay.

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[rowretro]

𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕?

✧warnings: fluff, slut shaming, kissing

♡synopsis: The bad boy Riki, has fallen for a rather girly girl, the kind of girl that many girls wouldn't expect guys to fall for. Y/n in her stylish outfits which were always admired by all, had the attention of Riki, and that seemed tick certain girls off.

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Riki groaned as he saw you walk down the hallway. One would assume it's because of how much you dress up just to go to school, or the supermarket. That's not the reason. Fuck he loves it, your style, your creative, the fact that half your accessories, or very pretty clothes were made by you. He loves that you're like a fresh wave of energy that suddenly brings a dry, dead, withering flowers, to life again. Sometimes, though, the boys love your outfits, for all the wrong reasons.

"Y/n for fucksake pull your skirt down!" Riki said, audible enough for just you to hear, he pulled you to himself. His eyes scanning the pink, delicate shimmer on your eyelids, Pretty, spikey eyelashes that were perfectly stuck on, Oh and how could he forget those glossy, kissable lips? a few, tiny iridescent hearts evident. Pink bows decorating your braided hair. "but why? it looks cute when it's short" she said, it's not like she was ever going to need to bend, she can't anyway, not with the 5 inch heels her feet carry around all day.

"You want to know what your outfit is missing? a nice leather jacket. Here have mine." He said, as he dressed you in his large leather jacket, ignoring your protests. You looked adorable in such a big jacket. You had no problem with leather jackets either, but this one specific Riki jacket made you look ridiculous. But there were people who had a bigger problem with it. Hwang Mihi.

Hwang Mihi would be described as a conventionally attractive, powder faced bitch. From her ridiculously rolled up short skirt, cakey makeup, and extremely bitchy personality. The girl had a problem with everyone and everything, specifically you. She's heard more people praise you than they praise her, you have more followers than her, and overall, you have the man she wants. Nishimura Riki.

"Rikiiii please~ it'll look good on you I swear!" you whined as Riki frowned. "I'm not wearing lipstick!" the man whined as you whined again "It's not a lipstick! it's a lip gloss stick it's not like you'll turn in to barbie with one swipe, idols wear this you know?" you reasoned as he sighed, leaning into you face. With a smile, you carefully applied the creamy, lip gloss stick, his eyes locked on your focused face, the close proximity making his heart beat faster than Usain Bolt ever ran. It fucking pissed Mihi off.

"How the fuck does a pink barbie carbon copy like you have MY man?!" She yelled, yanking at your braided hair, her tug so tight you had to bite her wrist to get out of her hold. "UGH U PASTE FACED FUCKER- U RUINED MY BRAID!" you yelled as suddenly a different person slapped the shit out of you. You could've sworn your brain left your body then entered it again. your head hit the wall behind you painfully hard, but as you pulled away to even process the first slap, you were painfully pushed up against the wall, and there before you was a much bigger male.

"You're such a pussy! you can't fight me yourself so you're using some guy who's dick you sucked?!!!" she asked, clearly knowing the man was one of the seniors that she used to be fwb with. Just for that, the male slapped her again, chocking her. "It's that fucking tongue isn't it?! If I rip it out you'll stop talking right?" Mihi asked as you frowned. "I have another way to silence her..." the male said with a smirk, his grip on your throat tightening as he tried to place his lips on hers.

Before his lips could even reach her lips, The male fell back, some of his teeth knocked out, his mouth bloody. "The fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!!!" Riki asked as y/n stared at him in shock, heck even the girls were shook, they were fucking scared, never has Mihi ever seen her crush so pissed off, it was fucking scary. "J-just uh..." "Just what?! beating my future wife?! do u want to be scalped and dipped into lemon juice?!!!" He asked cracking his knuckles as the girl stuttered and ran off with her minions.

Riki didn't even get the chance to check on you, as your horrified scream filled the hallways. "Fuck y/n how bad did he hurt you?" he asked, kneeling down before you as you stared at your forehand in horror "MY NAIL SNAPPED! SO LONG OF HARD WORK BROKE JUST LIKE THAT." she exclaimed as Riki stood up, sighing. "I'll take that as a yes" he mumbled.

"Girlfriend? Future wife? what was that about?" you asked staring up at him as he smiled "I guess you called call it my confession..." he said as you frowned "Try again" you said as Riki snickerred "Y/n... I love you, and I want to fucking show you that everyday, so give me a chance baby" he said as you blinked. She felt her own blush, he's perfect, everything she needed, but never did she think your dream man would love you.

"Hmm but what if I don't want to?" you teased. as Riki helped you up "My sister knows a great nail tech, she's expensive but worth the price, how bout you treat your pretty hands for some prettier nails, and I'll pay all the expenses?" he asked as the girl pouted. "You don't need to bribe me like that... let me do it instead." You said, then kissed his lips, his eyes widening in shock as you smiled. "Lets skip school im gonna treat you to the best shopping spree you'd ever experience." He said as his arm snaked around your waist.

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[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

This one request is for Nefero/ femReader.

For the past week, Nefero has been seeing his girlfriend less and less. His girlfriend has been having out with genderbent!Manny (I'll call her Manuella) a lot lately. At first, he doesn't mind that his darling has new friend. He likes that she's happy. However, He gets jealous. Between class the girls quickly go to the restroom and come out all smiles and giggling. When lunch rolls around, femReader is sitting with Manuella when she and Nefero usually sit together. And when Nefero goes to see Reader, Manuella is by her side talking up a storm. Thinking they're going through to a rough patch Nefero invites femReader on a date on Saturday to smooth things over. But surprisingly Reader rejects his offer and tells him she's busy. Nefero has a lot of pride, he can't bring himself to tell Reader that he's worried about their relationship. On the Saturday, Nefero goes to the mall for some retail therapy. While shopping, he sees Reader and Manuella hand in hand going into a shop. Hurt and crushed, Nefero goes home in tears. Later on, he gets a message from Reader saying she's coming over and she wants to tell him something. Because Nefero ain't no punk, dries his tears, fixes his makeup and meets Reader outside to confront her. But instead of a new girlfriend with her, Reader has a new septum piercing in his favorite color. Wha??? Turns out Reader had wanted the new piercing for some time now so she's been asking Manuella about hers (Side note: Manny from Monster High OG has a ring through his nose or a septum piercing). Manuella been giving her tips on how to care for it and showing cool ring designs. Despite being excited, Reader was a bit nervous so Manuella went with her with for support her to get the piercing on Saturday. She was shaking a bit. so Manuella held her hand to keep her still and steady. The reason why Reader didn't tell Nefero about it was because she wanted it to be a surprise to show off her cool and new accessory. Happy that is was all an misunderstanding. Nefero embraces his girlfriend.

My apologies for this being so long. Thank you for your time.

This is just amazing love this prompt and don't worry I enjoyed reading it your really creative and makes my writing go so much smoothly, so I really appreciate it!

I definitely like the idea of a more vulnerable side of Nefero so I'll make it cannon for their relationship and honestly I was gonna add some vulnerability when it's just the two of them alone

(Also I do remember Many having the septum piercing he rocked it.)

Alright here we go!

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Prompt-The reader hasn't been as active in the relationship for about a week she's hanging out more with Manuella (genderbent! Many) and Nefero is very desperate for readers attention /jealous and oh so secretly vulnerable.

Established relationship

Will be suing [Name] as substitute for (y/n)

Readers Nickname, my jewel/my queen

h/c)= hair color

(h/s) =hair style

(h/t)= hair type

(N/n)= Nickname

(E/c)=eye color

Angts with happy ending

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Monster high is seen in plain view, the sky is a fangtastic shade of gray with the big stormy clouds covering for miles

Mansters and ghouls are seen entering the school with chitter chatter all around

In comes a limousine, the door swings open to reveal the De Nile Brothers fighting with each other

"You knew I was gonna use those earnings and you took them!" Cleon yells at his older brother who seemed unbothered by his younger brothers tantrum, he ignores him and walks up the stairs as Cleon keeps on yelling his undead heart about the stylish earing he took from grandmother's tomb.

Nefero walks in and searches around with an almost hopeful stare, yet to the untrained eye that wasn't his girlfriend he looked forever resting bitch face.

He glances side to side but doesn't see a sliver of (h/c) hair around the crowd of onlookers but he doesn't find her, there was pit forming deep in him but he simply moved on with long strides, making every Monster and ghoul to make way his majesty Nefero De Nile

Nefero walks to his locker and finds his girlfriend, he becomes ready excited he walks a little more faster and as he approaches he sees her new friend, her name was Manuella

Normally he wouldn't mind her friends but recently it made him mad how much time the two were having, like somehow he didn't exist in her ethereal world that sometimes he'd look at himself and think he wasn't the one to be in such a presence.

Now he truly felt it, making his skin crawl with frustration and oh so well known jealousy.

It wasn't a good color of him; he'd prefer his signature dark green with ofcourse the fiery red he saw [Name] as.

She wore a apple red skirt and black crop top with a gold skull design, she had on platform heels with red bottoms and her (h/c) (h/t) hair was in (h/s) that had green clips on the side of her head,her face was done softly but with bold red and black eyeshadow.

As he walked towards the two he adjusted his earring which he thought would get her attention for at least a minute.

"Hello my queen" he grabbed her waist leand down a bit to her neck and kissed it softly. [Name] looked at him and smiled sheepishly "oh! Hey Nefie, whats up" she turns which makes his hand leave her waist as well making his body just be in front of [Name] not letting him be as close as he wanted.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to walk to class with you is all my jewel" he took her hand and gave it a kiss. [Name] nodded her head smiling then took back her hand and grabbed his hand, then continued talking to Manuella as they walked to class.

At the very least she was holding his hand so he was happy for the meantime.

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In class it seemed that the only thing that was important to [Name] was talking to Manuella and sometimes he could have cursed that they were whispering at times but he let it go because it could be a personal ghoul problem and he didn't want to but into something that he wasn't needed for.

As time went by Nefero resorted to at least paying some attention to class he twirls his hair around on his finger but his mind still swirled with thoughts of his dearest, who was just inches away from him.

Oh how he craved for her to hold his bicep or caressing his face as she took notes while he looked at her. He keeps twirling his dark teal and gold hair as the class goes on.

*Ring Ring Ring*

The bell announced the end of the class, Nefero got up and was going to get [Name]'s chair and pull it out for her to then be created by an empty seat, he quickly scans the classroom then sees her and Manuella rushing out of the leaving an empty seat with the confused manster.

He looked very dumbfounded for a few seconds to then change up his attitude and continue like nothing happened at all

Nefero is seen walking the hall looking to each of his side with his eyes,he makes sure no one can tell he's getting desperate or that he's actively looking or someone, normally he would announce proudly that he is looking for his girlfriend but he had been feeling unsure on where he stood at the moment

'Does my jewel not love me anymore?! Did she find someone else! She must be bored of me! Is that why?!' The manster is beginning to hyperventilate, be it camouflage by his smirk but his un-dead heart was filled with pressure deep within his chest.

He looks to the side to finally see his darling [Name],walking out the bathroom laughing along side Manuella, Nefero becomes once again jealous on the inside, he was about to approach them but the bell rings for their next class separately since he couldn't bribe bloodgood to have then take all the classes together but she said no but still gave a fair amount he was pleased with that but not fully.

As he watches [Name] and Manuella laugh all the way down the hall till they disappear he feels...neglected? He's not sure but it could be for all he knew, he was not used to this treatment, and as the tall prince stood there in the middle of the hallway almost every Monster was in their class while he just stood there...for a while.

As lunch time rolled around we can see [Name] with Manuella who is talking really enthusiastically to the ghoul next to her, Nefero walks into the cafeteria in hopes to at least be sitting with [Name] and ask her on a shopping date.

'Maybe if we go on a date shopping around will fix what's going on' he thinks as he approaches their usual table to be created by Manuella talking quickly with a bright smile, looking at [Name] making the poor guy frustrated that she was still taking his personal time with his girlfriend.

He shrugs himself up, smooths out his hair back and proceeds to walk up to [Name] with confident strides.

When he gets to her free side he starts to say "hello my queen,are you free this Saturday? I'd like to go with you to the mall, maybe buy you a matching new wardrobe for me and you" he looks at her smiling, expectancy in his purple bright eyes.

[Name]'s smile falters into a sympathetic one "oh Nefie I'm so sorry I can't this Saturday I'm busy that day" she looks down sheepishly and ashamed that she had to let him down on his kind offer.

[Name] felt extremely guilty to do this to her wonderful boyfriend but she would make it up with the surprise she had planed just for him and only him, she just loved Nefero so much,more than words can say,so it really did hurt her to leaving him like this for the past week to plan her surprise with Manuella.

Nefero looked away as he shook his head and walked away quickly out of the cafeteria he would just not eat for now, maybe later, just when he's not distraught and sad.

[Name] watched as her boyfriend walked out in a haste, she turns to her friend "I feel awful, I hope he'll like the surprise but this is killing me Manuella" Manuella reassures her "don't worry (n/n) I'm sure he'll love the surprise and understand why you've been hanging out so much with me this week" [name] nods and gives a small smile "yeah hope so"

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Saturday rolls around and Nefero gets out of the limo that sits in front of the large mall, this was the next best thing he could do for his paranoid brain,he had previously spent the whole night worrying.

But that thought was so silly she wouldn't do that, not after the countless times they shared their most intimate secrets to each other, especially not when they had touched skin with skin in the most close/intimate of positions.

He walks along the endless hallway in the mall, his teal and gold hair sways behind him, the heels on his knee high boots click on the floor.

'No she wouldn't' he told himself over and over as if he said it as many times as he could it would eventually become a secret spell to possibly prevent his worst fear.

[Name] leaving him without a second thought.

Nefero walked along the mall with his servants. He hadn't gone into any store so far but eventually he probably just not as quickly as usual.

He turns a corner and as his eyes redirect landing on a well known figure, it was his girlfriend walking hand in hand with Manuella going into a store

"..." Nefero stopped in his tracks stunned, he stared in shock and disbelief at what he was seeing, there wasn't a good explanation for this, right?!

She couldn't do this to him could she?!!

He quickly turns the other way and starts to run back to the entrance where he frantically looks around "where is the limo! Get it here now!" He yelled at his servants " get it here this instant!"

After several minutes the limo gets there and Nefero practically leaps into the backseat and starts barking others "TAKE ME BACK HOME THIS INSTANT" tears start to quickly run down to his cheek and chin, his usual elegant composure gone and stripped.

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In his room we see Nefero sobbing into his velvet pillow he wears a green robe his hair is all messy and stuck to any exposed skin with sweat and tears, there's used napkins surrounded him, an empty bucket of chocolate ice-cream on his nightstand

"*sob**snif*Nefero tries to keep his sobs to a minimum but the intense feeling of betrayal was just too strong so he wept hard not caring anymore, how could he? The only ghoul he truly loved was with another for what it seemed to him, so might as well cry his un dead heart all he pleased.

Nefero looked to the side at his night stand that held the discarded carton of ice-cream and next to it the photo of him and [Name] he'd have to pack it away later, he stared into those (e/c) eyes and felt his own eyes sting from the endless river of tears.

*Buzz* *Buzz*

The sound of his eyecoffin getting a notification made him stop for a brief moment, he reluctantly gets up from his laying position and goes to grab it, he takes in a sharp breath when he sees who had texted him, it was [Name] it read

'Hey! Im coming over, i want to tell you something'

Nefero frowns but decides to at least confront her, he gets up takes off his robe to reveal that he still had his outfit from the mall, he goes to his vanity and quickly reduces his makeup to at least look decent and not like a pathetic mess.

After 20 minutes getting ready (which was shorter than the usual time) he walks down to the front of the house and as he gets to the front door the bell rings meaning [Name] arrived

Nefero walks up, opening the door with a cold expression; he expects to see [Name] and Manuella together but it was just her he raises an eyebrow.

[Name] covers her nose but a grin is still seen from underneath "Nefie look!" She takes down her hand to reveal a green septum piercing.

Nefero stares in confusion "wait what?" [Name] sees he's confused so she goes to explain herself "I know I haven't been as present in our relationship, it was because I've been wanting to get this septum piercing but since I didn't know much I asked Manuella to educate me and help me pick!" She quickly explains

"and so when I told you I couldn't go with you to the mall today it was because I was going to get it but I needed some moral support so Manuella came with me even helped me relax holding my hand since im kinda bad with piercings, remember my belly button piercing and how you held my hand? I need that but i couldn't spoil the surprise" her wide smile as she told the story.

"You.. wanted to surprise me with a new piercing of my favorite color" he gets up close to her face reaching a hand to the side of her face moving her head side to side looking at it clearly "it's beautiful" he smiles relief going through his body that it was just a misunderstanding on his part

"I love it" his darling smiles at him ecstatic "Really!" She holds his hand that was on her face and squeezes it as she jumps up and down "Haha yes my jewel!" Nefero picks her up and swings her around, he sets her down and hugs her tight her chest pressing against his "I guess I need to stop over exaggerating things in my head" he whispers in her hair "what do you mean Nefie?" She asks still being pressed into his chest

"I sort of thought you got bored of me and were cheating on me with Manuella" [Name] gasps "Nefie! I'd never do that!!" She huffs backing away and crossing her arms.

Nefero laughed at her cuteness "yes yes I know I was just...*sigh* very confused and hurt when you started to pull away and be around Manuella, you could say I was jealous she took all your attention" he admitted looking down at his shoes in shame, [Name] gets up close and cups his cheek making him look at her "my darling Nefie I'm truly sorry I made you think that I got bored of you or that I didn't love you,and for what it's worth-" she took a deep breath looking deep into his eyes with a smile.

"I will never stop loving the Manster I fell so deeply for since the first day we met,you are my world you are my sun and i your moon without you my existence would be meaningless without your beams of light I'd be left in the unseen,unnoticed but YOU can see my cracks and uneven edges only you can see up close unlike any other." She leans in and kisses him sweetly on his lips, happy tears start to flow down from Nefero's eyes as he uses his hands to close the gap between them once more and kisses back with just as much love.

The sweet close connection of their lips danced the same tune they've known, tongue's intertwined as passion mixed itself with desire, they stop for air gasping hot heavy pants "thank you my jewel, you are truly my goddess sent from the heavens and to think you would chose me" he steals another kiss.

"I'll always chose you in any life...in any universe" she grabs his hand smiling "Let's go inside Nefie I've missed you~" She purred making Nefero blushed yet smiled at her "lead the way my queen~”

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[kathlare]

bed chem

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the heart of New York City, a shared moment of creativity blossoms between Amelie and Lando.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: some mature comments

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May 10th, 2024 - New York City, NY

Amelie’s apartment in New York was a reflection of her: eclectic, warm, and effortlessly stylish. The faint sound of cars honking from the streets below filtered in through slightly cracked windows, mixing with the soft hum of music from the speakers. Benny, her docile gray ragdoll cat, was sprawled out on Lando’s lap, purring contentedly while Björn darted around, chasing a piece of crumpled paper he’d stolen from the counter.

—This is it. I’m never leaving,— Lando announced dramatically, running a hand through Benny’s silky fur. He leaned back on the couch, his legs stretched out, looking entirely too comfortable in his sweatpants and hoodie. —I’ll just move in and live here with you and Benny. Björn can have the couch.—

—Björn wouldn’t let you, even if you begged,— Amelie teased, leaning against the kitchen counter, a mug of tea in her hands. —He barely tolerates me most days.—

As if on cue, Björn darted up to Amelie, swiped at her ankle playfully, and bolted off again. She rolled her eyes but smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

Lando watched her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. —Speaking of begging…—

Amelie groaned, already sensing where this was going. —No. Absolutely not.—

—Oh, come on!— Lando set Benny down gently and stood, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He stopped in front of her, hands pressed together like he was praying. —Just one song. Please, Ames. I’ve been patient. I didn’t say anything when you wouldn’t show me snippets during the gala. I deserve this.—

—You deserve nothing, Norris,— Amelie said, her tone playful but firm. She turned back toward the kitchen, but he followed her like a shadow, practically clinging to her side.

—Not even a little sneak peek?— he pressed, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze.

Amelie sighed, setting her mug down. —You’re impossible.—

—But you like it,— he said with a cheeky grin.

—Unfortunately, yes,— she muttered, pretending to think it over. Finally, she threw her hands up. —Fine. One song. But no commentary until it’s over. And if you don’t like it, you’re not allowed to say anything.—

—Deal.— Lando’s grin widened, boyish and triumphant.

She grabbed her keys from the counter, motioning for him to follow. —Come on. Studio’s downstairs.—

The small recording studio was tucked into the building’s lower level, a cozy space filled with instruments, stacks of notebooks, and the faint scent of coffee and lavender. Lando looked around, curiosity lighting up his face as he ran a hand over the keys of a piano.

Amelie booted up her laptop, scrolling through files until she found the one she was looking for. —Okay, sit there,— she instructed, pointing to the small couch in the corner. —And no interrupting.—

—You’ve got my full attention, Ames,— Lando said, holding up his hands innocently before plopping down.

The room filled with the soft opening chords of Bed Chem. Amelie glanced at Lando as the first lines played, his expression instantly shifting. His posture straightened, his eyes fixed on her, and his lips parted slightly as the lyrics began to sink in.

"I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec You're friendin' me up so we could connect And what are the odds? You sent me a text…"

His brows lifted, a mix of surprise and amusement washing over his face.

Amelie didn’t look at him directly, choosing instead to focus on organizing some papers on the desk. She knew this song would catch him off guard—it was personal, maybe the most personal thing she’d written.

As the song reached the chorus, she chanced a glance at him.

"Who's the cute boy with the white jacket And the thick accent? Like… Maybe it's all in my head But I bet we'd have really good bed chem…"

Lando’s jaw dropped slightly. —Wait… what?— he muttered, breaking the no-interruption rule.

Amelie paused the track, spinning her chair to face him. —What? You don’t like it?—

—Are you joking? I... This is... You wrote this about me?— he stammered, running a hand through his hair as a slow grin spread across his face.

—Maybe,— Amelie said coyly, her cheeks warming under his intense gaze.

Lando stood, crossing the room in two long strides. He stopped just short of her, his hands finding the arms of her chair as he leaned down. —“Bed chem”? That’s a bold lyric, Ames.—

—Bold, but accurate,— she shot back, her voice steady despite the way her heart was racing.

Lando stared at her for a moment before letting out a low laugh. —You’re something else, you know that?—

—Takes one to know one, Norris.—

He tilted his head, his blue eyes locking onto hers. —You’re obsessed with me. Admit it.—

—You’re the one who begged to hear my songs,— Amelie countered, her voice dropping slightly, teasing.

Lando’s gaze flicked to her lips for a brief moment before meeting her eyes again. —You’re right. I did. And now… I think I’m even more obsessed with you than before.—

Before she could respond, he closed the gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was intense, consuming, his hands sliding from the chair’s arms to cup her face as he deepened it.

Amelie responded in kind, her hands finding their way to his hoodie, pulling him closer. The kiss was electric, charged with every unspoken word and emotion they hadn’t yet voiced. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

—So, you liked the song then?— Amelie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

—Ames,— Lando murmured, his voice rough, —I fucking loved it.—

Amelie smirked, still catching her breath, her fingers playing with the hem of Lando’s hoodie. —That’s a relief. Would’ve been awkward if you didn’t.—

—Oh, it’s awkward alright,— Lando teased, his voice low, his accent. His hands slid from her face to rest on her waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the soft fabric of her shirt. —You just casually dropped a song about us and acted like it was nothing.—

—It’s not nothing,— Amelie replied, her tone matching his, teasing and bold. Her hands slipped under his hoodie, her palms skimming his stomach, which tensed under her touch. —I just thought you deserved a little surprise. That’s all.—

—A little surprise?— he echoed, laughing under his breath. His lips brushed against hers, feather-light, as he whispered, —You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?—

Her smile widened as she leaned in, kissing him again, slower this time, savoring the way his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. His touch was possessive, but not demanding; it was like he was savoring the moment as much as she was.

Lando broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, leaving a path of soft kisses that made her shiver. —You drive me insane, Ames,— he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled but no less intense.

Amelie tilted her head back slightly, giving him more access, her fingers curling into the waistband of his sweatpants. —You say that like it’s a bad thing,— she teased, though her voice came out breathier than she intended.

Lando chuckled, the sound vibrating against her neck. —Not bad. Just dangerous. Very, very dangerous.—

—And here I thought you liked living on the edge,— Amelie quipped, though her playful tone faltered as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.

Lando pulled back slightly, his eyes darkening as they met hers. —I do. Especially when it’s with you.—

Amelie’s heart raced as he pulled her to her feet, his hands steady on her waist. Their faces were inches apart, and the intensity in his gaze sent a thrill through her. Without breaking eye contact, he guided her backward until she was pressed against the edge of the desk.

—You’re trouble,— he said, his voice husky, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as his hands slid under her shirt, his touch warm against her skin.

—Takes one to know one,— she whispered, pulling him closer by the drawstrings of his hoodie.

Lando captured her lips in another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent. His hands roamed her back, her sides, exploring in a way that left her breathless. Amelie’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, earning a low groan from him that sent heat coursing through her.

The world outside the studio faded away, leaving only the two of them, completely lost in each other. Lando’s kisses grew more intense, his hands bolder as he lifted her onto the desk effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together in perfect sync.

—Ames,— he murmured against her lips, his voice ragged, filled with longing.

—What?— she asked, her own voice unsteady as she looked into his eyes, her cheeks flushed.

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. —I bet we’d have really good bed chem.—

Amelie laughed softly, pulling him back into another kiss. —Only one way to find out, Norris.—

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS - Sidereal Edition/Natal Placements

Cancer Moons (Ashelashas) - Secret animosity with others. Could have friends that dislike them without knowing. Emotions run high with this group. Asheshla moons tend to get noticed a lot more easily than their mates (other cancer moons). Also have a high sex drive. Could be open to being expressive to others as emotional rollercoasters are often. At some point, the need for secrecy dies out, and the need for community/love care and compassion brings them more nurturance.

Ashelasha moons have 'controlling ancestors'... No better way to put this. They could be open to guiding you but you have to remember its up to you to find your answer this lifetime.

(This reminds me heavily of the mulan movie, especially when she communicates with her ancestors).

Mula (Sagittarius) Moons - Very emotional creatures. Eye opening perspectives. Could of been caged like a bird when younger. Popular energy, could be well known in different spaces. Social media, real life community, in a new community different from their home town etc. Very carefree, loving babes.

Venus in Rohini - Captivating auras, stylish and are confidently bold. Fashionistas. Could really be in the met gala if they wanted lol. Very tasteful when it comes to looks, and personality can be really sensual and sweet. Can be a little heart-throbe. Love to see it.

Shravana Moons - Distance is necessary for needed growth in areas that the mind seeks. What i mean in, travel and connecting to different backgrounds will help you grow culturally and will create great space for your intellect and maturity. With this moon being in capricorn, it helps move out any controlling factors at play. Destiny is connected to the mind and the ethers. So you gotta let go so you can get in control of your circumstances.

Patience, enjoying life as is, and listening to a higher power is what keeps you at balance, and with the ease of flow. k?

Jyesthas - Man.. y'all sex appeal is up there. Doesnt matter if its sun, moon, venus, rising, etc. But its UP. You guys have a 'distance' with the crowd but this is the scorpio nature of you guys. Similar to Shravana Suns/Moons/Venus, you need space so you can get out of the world and into your own mind. Your higher self needs distance so that you can see between the black and white perspectives of life and yourself. You create your own world and thats what makes it special. Your intimate with yourself and the world knows you to be confident, bright and creative however we only see a glimpse of your life through your lens. Its beautiful. Creative life essence is tainted when you allow to many faces and opinions in your work. Do what you want, its your life. Your in control babes.

Posting more soon :)

[vivi-blue]

IT IS FINALLY DONE!

God, this took me way too long...xD

After days of work I finally finished the challenge that I set for myself: Sending out props to a lot of artist here on tumblr that I really enjoy! (Actually there are way waaay more people, but I really had to set myself a limit, I'm sorry fellas ;w; I still love you!)

These people inspire me every day with their creative concepts, stories, humor and passion for art and give me the drive to continue drawing myself. With this little collection I wanted to say "thank you" for all that you do and create. You rock, guys!

(I really hope I didn't mess up any of the tags and I apologize if I might fu**ed up your designs/characters ;3; I know I'm not the best in proportions and all, but I really tried. <w<´´ Also I really hope Tumblr compresses the text by itself, so that you don't get smacked by this wall of text. I'm still a rookie on tumblr, so I don't know what to do ;w;)

Okay, heeere we go! THE TAGS!

@tv-tower / @uuberwachen - with PB aka Swap Pizzahead (I really love the idea of the au and adore the character designs. PB sure is one of my favorites -w- He is literally the most reasonable of them all XD)

@technically-a-kiwi - with Cosmic Peppino ( The design of Cosmic Peppino is simply beautiful and the idea that this chef has strong star powers and needs to take care of Cosmic Noises shenanigans is super funny to me XD )

@sirtotallynotatimetraveler - with Mel Sproutbloom / Sagebloom (I'm sorry, I wasn't sure which name is canon ;w;) ( I loooove Mel! He is such a gentle, colorful guy and looking at him makes me all happy <3 )

@alextydaisuda123 - with their version of Vigilante ( I can't repeat enough how much I adore their artstyle. I love Vigi's design the most. I don't know it's just...THAT'S Vigi for me, you know? Simply fitting, cool, but also stylish -w- )

@alice-the-demon - with Vittoria ( I was first thinking of drawing Archangel Peppino, since this guy is the softness itself, buuuut I have to admit that I love the lively and passionate personality of Vittoria. She is great -w- )

@misdreavusplush - with Eyelashes ( I can't help it. I saw that character and was in awe. How adorable can you be?? I was barely able to draw her eyes as pretty as they are xD <3 )

@creature-of-pizza - with Pepp ( Seriously, the idea to see a "Fake Peppino" with more cat dna is such a win for me. He is dynamic, sassy, derpy and so damn cool! >w< Also love how colorful their pictures are.)

@eskariolis-con-salsa - with Gnocchi (I was thinking about drawing their version of Fake Peppino first, but...*looks at picture* ...let's be honest, you can't get pass that little guy. ;w; He purifies my soul. Have some soap, little guy.)

@oddpizza - with Caramel Jam aka CJ (Such a creative and powerful character! I've seen so many artworks of them and I adore them. You need more joyful people like this ^^)

@pizza-tower-secrets - with Lycheecheechee ( A small, adorable bundle full of surprises and of course secrets! I love their drive and colorful design. Simply a delight! :3 )

@rhaytronik - with Red ( A dynamic and enjoyable character with their love for adventures! Not only a great character but also the Pizzasona of my best friend. Thanks to them I was brave enough to start a tumblr account myself. So thank you for being there for me <3 )

@cutechan555 - with Mage Gustavo (To be honest, I had a very hard time to pick a character here, since their account is full of stories and ideas. I chose mage Gustavo, since I love his design and story. I'm currently into "Delicious in Dungeon" and to imagine that he goes dungeon crawling with his bros to safe Peppino is such a cool idea XD)

@bigbeastcyruspt - with Trion (I have to be honest, at first I was very startled of Trion, since his design is very mighty and scary. I mean, it's his chase form after all. But the more I learned about him, the more I grew to like him. Very damn cool design! Also couldn't help to add dah baby ;w;)

@lunar-dal - with Pizza Cruise Peppino (Another au I simply adore! The design of the characters is colorful and bright, and to imagine Peppino as a singing gondolier brings me great joy. Also I'm a big fan of otter Brick ;w; )

@smalltimidbean - with Pea Pod, Sugar Snap Pea and Snow Pea (Believe me, I never before had such a hard time to pick ONE of so many wonderful Peppi clones! THAT was torture XD But in the end I guess I picked my favorite. Such a tired, but very cute one. Not to forget about the little ones <3 To draw a PT character with 4 fingers and 2 thumbs on one hand was quite a challenge lol )

@tinderboxofsillyideas - with Coffee Peppino (Probably one of the most adorable au versions of Peppino. Seriously, if I had the chance to get my coffee in his café, I totally would! Give that guy all the tips! <3 First thought of drawing their wizard Peppino version, but the adorable barista won lol)

@xbeih - with Metal Peppino (One of the first au's I started following. Seriously, how cool can one person be?? I mean, the whole au is amazing and I enjoy every person in it. But damn...Peppino takes the cake. ówo He is so badass, you can't imagine <w< Also I'm very sorry, it was my first time drawing a guitar and aaaaaaa )

.....*looks left and right* ...ok, we did it. Wow!

God, I'm exhausted now...XD

Well, thank you very much for reading and sorry for the wall of text ówq I can only recommend you to check these people out. They are all very talented and should be appreciated!

Have a pleasant morning / day / evening / night everyone. (Depending your timezone lul .w. )

See ya next time! Vivi out!~

[xoxorealitygalore]

Trust and Believe VIII

summary: Keyshia and Joe had a seemingly perfect life together after marrying in 2010. However, as their careers grew, so did the strain on their relationship. When Joe cheats on Keyshia. The emotional fallout from the incident leaves their relationship hanging in the balance, with Keyshia questioning if they could ever recover from the betrayal.

Keyshia Anoa’i Spotted at Miami Recording Studio

Grammy-winning singer Keyshia Anoa’i was spotted heading into a recording studio in Miami on Saturday morning.

The R&B icon was seen arriving at the studio in the early hours, dressed in a sleek floor-length black coat with red hearts all over it, paired with black lounge attire, a bucket hat, and a stylish Birkin handbag. Her casual yet fashionable look drew attention, especially as she stepped into the studio building.

Keyshia had never been one for surprises. At least, not ones that caught her off guard in such a profound way. The recording studio was the one place where she felt in control of everything. Her voice, her creativity, her emotions. But this time, the air felt different.

It was heavy with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation, the weight of finishing her tenth album hanging over her like a cloud. She’d spent countless hours in that studio, lost in melodies and lyrics, trying to capture something raw, something real.

But today, she was tired. Her body had long ago given up on rest, the demands of her label, the pressure of deadlines, and the constant buzz of public expectation had worn her thin. She missed her kids. She missed Joe.

As the final notes of the track they’d been working on reverberated through the speakers, Keyshia sighed deeply. The music had come together, but there was still something missing. Maybe it was just her. Maybe she needed more than just success; she needed peace.

She glanced up at the clock on the wall. Almost six in the morning.

Keyshia’s eyes flicked toward the door just as it opened, and she froze. Standing there, silhouetted by the dim light, was Joe. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not today. She was too stressed out to think about what was happening with their marriage.

They’d talked about their marriage. They’d agreed they needed to fix things, to rebuild what had been broken, but this? This felt unexpected. Joe had never been the type to just show up at her studio sessions. That had been one of the things that had faded away over time, like so many other small gestures that used to matter, small moments they shared that slowly slipped away without them even realizing it.

She blinked, staring at him, trying to make sense of it. When was the last time he’d shown up for her like this? The thought nagged at her for a moment. Then it hit her. When did they stop being there for each other long before things went south? She couldn’t excuse his actions, couldn’t forget the betrayal, but in this moment, she understood something about them that she hadn’t fully grasped before: they’d stopped showing up for each other.

Keyshia shook her head slightly, pushing those thoughts away as she walked out of the booth and gestured for her producers to leave the room. It was only then that she realized how long it had been since she had been truly alone with Joe.

"Hey," she said softly, standing in front of him. He seemed a little nervous, a little uncertain, but his eyes never left hers. He held out a breakfast platter from Waffle House.

Keyshia blinked, caught off guard by the gesture.

"Thank you," she said, accepting the food, though her mind was elsewhere. She glanced at the clock again.

"What are you doing here, Joe?" she asked, her voice quiet but laced with confusion. "Is everything okay with the kids? Where are they?"

Joe smiled, a small, reassuring gesture, but his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness.

"The kids are fine. They’re with my mom. I just… wanted to check up on you."

Keyshia nodded, her heart softening slightly. It was rare for Joe to be so thoughtful, so direct in his intentions. But the smile faded quickly, replaced by a knot of anxiety in her stomach.

"Okay," she replied, her voice distant as she sat down. She picked at her food, though the question still lingered in the air between them. What was Joe really doing here?

After a few moments, Joe broke the silence. "How’s the album coming along?"

"Almost done," Keyshia answered, though she didn’t quite feel the satisfaction of finishing it. She didn’t feel anything, really, but tired. "It’s coming together. Sooner than expected."

Joe nodded, but there was something in his expression, a quiet determination that made Keyshia look up from her food.

"Do you think you could leave right now?" he asked, his voice steady, but with an edge of urgency she hadn’t expected.

"Where do you want to go?" Keyshia asked, curiosity piquing in her voice.

Joe didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, and she followed his lead, calling her producers back into the room to inform them that she would be leaving for the day. The uncertainty gnawed at her, but she couldn’t quite find the words to protest. Something about Joe’s presence now felt different like an unspoken promise, even if it was just a fleeting moment. Maybe they weren’t lost entirely.

Joe led her out of the recording studio, and they climbed into his car, the silence between them filling the space in ways that words never could. As the car made its way through the streets of Miami, Keyshia’s mind wandered, but it was a struggle to focus. There was too much on her plate, too much weighing her down.

"Where are we going, Joe?" she asked again, unable to keep the questions bottled up.

"You’ll see," Joe replied, his voice calm, but there was an unspoken anticipation there, a feeling of something changing. She could sense it, even if she didn’t quite understand it.

Minutes passed, and soon they were entering a gated community. Keyshia frowned, her thoughts racing. What was going on? Why did Joe want to bring her here? Her confusion only grew when they pulled into the driveway of a massive, pristine house that almost seemed to shimmer in the soft morning light. It was… well, it was something else entirely.

She turned to Joe, her voice low with disbelief. "Why are we here?"

Joe took a deep breath, his hand resting on the door handle as he looked at her, the weight of the moment pressing in on both of them.

"I sold the penthouse," he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "I realized it was part of our problem. The penthouse, the things, the stuff that didn’t matter… I thought it would fix things, but it didn’t. So I bought this house for us. The house you wanted in the first place. The one I was too stubborn to get."

Keyshia’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the house, her mind struggling to process the enormity of the gesture. It was everything she had dreamed of, everything she had imagined, a vast, modern masterpiece perched on the edge of Miami Beach, offering sweeping views of the open bay, the skyline, and everything in between. It was stunning. It was breathtaking.

But it was also a commitment. A commitment to something bigger than just a house. It was a statement. A promise that Joe wanted a fresh start. A clean slate.

They got out of the car, and Joe unlocked the front door, inviting Keyshia into the house. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. The space was beyond anything she could have ever envisioned.

The walls seemed to pulse with possibilities. The entire home was a work of art. From the sprawling 10 bedrooms and 11.5 baths to the fully automated smart systems that controlled everything from the lights to the temperature, it felt like stepping into another world. The high ceilings, the wide-open spaces, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered endless views of the bay. It was all too much.

Joe gave her a tour, showing her the staff suite, the luxurious chef’s kitchen, and the massive master bedroom. She followed him numbly, her thoughts in a whirlwind, trying to come to terms with what was happening. She could see the changes Joe had made, the effort he had put into creating something that felt like home.

Finally, they reached the backyard, and Keyshia stepped out onto the patio. The view was nothing short of mesmerizing, the open bay stretched out before her, the water reflecting the glow of the fading dawn. Joe stood beside her, waiting for her response.

"So?" Joe asked, his voice soft but filled with hope. "What do you think?"

Keyshia looked out at the horizon, her heart a mix of emotions. She loved the house, but the magnitude of what it represented was overwhelming. The house was a symbol of everything they had, everything they could have, but also a reminder of everything they had lost.

"I love it," she said, her voice uncertain. "But… Joe, this is a huge commitment. We’re still working through things. This house… feels like so much more than just a house. It feels like… it feels like it’s supposed to fix us."

Joe turned to her, his expression softening. "I don’t expect it to fix us. But maybe it’s a start. A fresh start. Something that feels right. For us. For our family."

Keyshia felt a pang in her chest. A fresh start. That was all she’d ever wanted. But could this house really be the answer to everything? Could this be the first step toward healing, or would it just be another reminder of all the things they had yet to rebuild?

She didn’t know. Not yet. Sometimes, fresh starts don’t come with all the answers.

They came with a leap of faith.

The air in the therapist’s office felt thick, a kind of charged silence hanging over Keyshia and Joe as they sat across from Dr. Malin, their newest therapist.

Keyshia swallowed, glancing at Joe before looking down at her hands. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for anymore. She wasn’t even sure she knew who she was anymore.

She had always prided herself on being a strong, independent woman who knew her worth and would never tolerate betrayal. But now, as she sat across from Joe and their new therapist, she felt torn in ways she had never imagined possible.

The weight of everything they had been through hung in the air. The long hours spent in silence, the shouting matches, the endless questions that had no clear answers, and the steady, painful unraveling of what they once had. Keyshia was terrified. Not just of losing Joe, but of losing herself.

The therapist, a middle-aged woman with soft eyes and a calm demeanor, had been recommended by their previous counselor, a person who had been there when things started to fall apart, and now, perhaps, someone who could help them rebuild. But as Keyshia sat there, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair, she felt unsure of the path ahead. Every word that left her mouth felt like an admission of weakness, like she was betraying her own strength, her own identity.

She had always been the woman who walked away. The one who didn’t tolerate disrespect. The one who set boundaries and never let anyone cross them. But here she was, sitting in front of a stranger, discussing the most intimate, painful part of her life: Joe’s betrayal. And instead of walking away, she was still sitting here, trying to make sense of it all.

"Keyshia," the therapist said gently, her voice a soft anchor in the storm of thoughts swirling in Keyshia’s mind, "can you tell me what you’re feeling right now?"

Keyshia took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, her gaze dropping to her hands. The space between her thoughts seemed infinite. She had to be honest with herself, but the truth felt like a weight too heavy to bear.

"I’m... struggling," Keyshia began, her voice quiet but steady. "I don't know how to feel. Part of me wants to walk away, but part of me still wants to make this work. I’m torn between what I stand for and what I want. It’s... it’s an inner battle."

She looked up at the therapist, her eyes filled with frustration and pain. "I’ve always prided myself on being the woman who doesn’t put up with shit. You know? I’ve always been the one who would walk away if someone disrespected me. But now... I don’t know if I’m being weak by staying or strong for trying to fight for my family."

The therapist nodded thoughtfully, her gaze never wavering from Keyshia. "It sounds like you're facing a deep internal conflict. You want to protect your sense of self, but you also want to protect your family and your marriage. That’s a difficult place to be."

Keyshia nodded, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "Yeah, and I thought I knew who I was. But now, I feel like I���m betraying everything I thought I stood for."

Joe shifted uncomfortably beside her, his eyes locked on the floor. He had been quiet for most of the session, his fingers tapping nervously against the armrest of his chair. He hated seeing Keyshia like this, but he knew he had to own up to his mistakes. He had to explain himself, no matter how hard it was.

The therapist turned her attention to Joe, her voice kind but firm. "Joe, we’ve heard from Keyshia about her struggles, but I’d like to hear from you. Can you tell me why you cheated?"

Joe looked up, his face tense with shame. He hadn’t been prepared for this moment, but he knew it was coming. He had to answer. There was no running from the truth anymore.

"I... I cheated because I was selfish," Joe admitted, his voice thick with regret. "I wasn’t thinking about Keyshia, or our family, or the consequences of my actions. I was just thinking about myself. What I wanted. What I needed. It was a terrible, selfish mistake."

Keyshia’s heart tightened in her chest as she listened to his words. She had heard them before, but hearing them again didn’t make them any easier to swallow. There was a part of her that wanted to scream at him, to accuse him of being heartless. But another part of her, the part that still loved him, that still wanted their family to work, understood that it wasn’t as simple as just anger or betrayal.

Joe continued, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke. "I regretted it the moment it happened. And every day since then, I’ve been ashamed of myself. I hurt her. I hurt the person I love most in this world. And I can never take that back."

The therapist listened quietly, allowing Joe the space to speak. There was no judgment in her gaze, only the soft presence of someone who had heard stories like this before. Her role wasn’t to condemn or absolve, but to help them unpack the layers of pain and misunderstanding that had accumulated between them.

Joe's eyes never left Keyshia’s face as he spoke. He could see the pain there, the cracks that had appeared in her once unbreakable resolve. And it tore him apart. He wished he could take it all back, undo every moment that had led them to this point, but he couldn’t. All he could do was try, every day, to prove to her that he was worth the second chance.

Keyshia stayed silent for a long moment, her thoughts whirling. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust that he was genuinely remorseful. But the pain of his betrayal, of the lies, the secrets, the woman he had slept with was still fresh in her heart. She wanted to forgive him. She wanted to believe that they could move forward, but something inside of her, some primal part of her was terrified.

"I started drinking more," she finally said, her voice soft but matter-of-fact. "It didn’t get out of hand, but it was my way of numbing everything. Of shutting it all out, you know? But I stopped before it got too far. I can’t afford to make any more mistakes. I’ve already been to jail for beating up the woman you cheated with. I don’t want anything else on my record."

The therapist nodded again, her eyes filled with understanding. "It sounds like you're carrying a lot of weight, Keyshia. And it’s not just the betrayal you’re dealing with, but also the fear of losing control. You’re trying to protect yourself, your family, and your reputation. But it's also clear that you're struggling with how to move forward. There’s a lot of emotional turmoil here."

Keyshia nodded, swallowing hard. "I just don’t know how to forgive him. How do I get past the hurt? How do I get past the fact that he... he chose someone else?" Her voice broke on the last word, and she wiped away a stray tear, trying to hold it together. "I’m just... so scared. What if I can’t ever trust him again? What if this is the beginning of the end?"

Joe’s eyes filled with tears, and he reached for her hand. "I don’t have all the answers, Keyshia. I don’t. But I’m here. I’m here, and I want to work through this with you. I want us to heal. I love you. I know I’ve hurt you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right."

Keyshia met his gaze, her heart a confusing mix of emotions. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that he was truly remorseful and that they could heal together. But the fear of being hurt again, of opening herself up to him only to be let down, felt like an impossible mountain to climb.

The therapist looked at them both, her voice gentle but firm. "It’s clear that both of you want this to work. But healing takes time. Trust has to be rebuilt, and that doesn’t happen overnight. You both have to be patient with each other and with yourselves. It’s not easy, but it is possible. You have to keep communicating, keep showing up for each other. It’s going to be hard, but if you’re both willing to put in the effort, you can start to rebuild what’s been broken."

Joe squeezed Keyshia’s hand, his grip steady. "I’m in this. For real. Whatever it takes."

Keyshia met his gaze, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She wasn’t sure where this journey would lead. But as she looked at Joe, his tears, his vulnerability, his desperation to make things right, something stirred inside her. Maybe they didn’t have all the answers. Maybe they didn’t know exactly how to heal yet. But there was one thing she did know: they weren’t done. Not yet.

The session lasted for hours, each moment filled with pain, regret, and raw emotion. But as the clock ticked on and the sun began to dip lower outside, there was a quiet, fragile sense of hope between them.

keyshiaanoai 1h

The evening air in Miami was humid but warm, the kind of evening that felt both comforting and suffocating in its weight. The glow of the city’s skyline mirrored the restless energy inside Keyshia. She sat across from Joe at a dimly lit, trendy restaurant by the water, her fingers lightly tapping on her glass as the silence between them stretched a little longer than either of them anticipated.

They had just finished their therapy session, the rawness of the conversation still hanging between them. Keyshia’s mind was a whirl of emotions, confusion, anger, exhaustion, but also the smallest flicker of hope. She wasn’t sure what she expected out of tonight, but a quiet dinner seemed like as good a way as any to unwind, to talk more if they needed to, or maybe just to be together without the weight of their history pressing in on them. But now, with every passing minute, the unease was creeping back in.

Joe, seemingly still processing the session, wasn’t speaking much either. His hands rested on the table, his gaze distant. He had apologized again, promised to do better, but Keyshia couldn’t shake the feeling that their lives were being pulled in different directions. Her thoughts circled back to the things they’d said in therapy, about forgiveness, about the future and every time she thought about it, the questions mounted in her mind. Could she really forgive him? Was she ready to move forward, to let go of the past and rebuild their family?

The waiter arrived, setting down their plates with a soft smile, but Keyshia hardly noticed. She barely touched her food, not because she wasn’t hungry but because something felt off.

Joe noticed too. His eyes flicked from his plate to her face, studying her for a moment. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice soft, trying to gauge her mood without pressing too much.

Keyshia looked at him, her eyes searching his face as if trying to make sense of everything. “Yeah,” she said, though she didn’t feel it. She wasn’t sure if she could pinpoint exactly what was bothering her, but she couldn’t shake the tension in her chest. “Just... tired, I guess.”

Joe nodded, though he clearly wasn’t convinced. Before he could respond, Keyshia’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the restaurant. Her heart froze in her chest. The world seemed to slow down as a familiar face appeared in the doorway.

It was Tyson.

Her ex-boyfriend. The one she had been with before Joe, the one she thought she’d marry before everything had fallen apart. The one who had left her heartbroken in ways she hadn’t even fully understood until years later, when Joe came into her life and showed her what real love could look like. Tyson had been a part of her past, a chapter she had closed, one she never thought she’d have to revisit.

But here he was, standing in the doorway, and he wasn’t alone.

Tyson was with her.

The woman. The one Joe had cheated on her with. The one whose name had burned into Keyshia’s mind like a scar since she found out about the affair. Her eyes narrowed instinctively, her chest tightening. The woman who had played a role in tearing apart everything Keyshia had worked for, the woman who had become the face of the betrayal.

Keyshia’s stomach churned with a mixture of anger and disbelief. She could feel her blood start to simmer beneath her skin, the old feelings rising like a tidal wave, ready to crash over her. For a split second, she wondered if it was some twisted coincidence, but as Tyson laughed and the woman smiled up at him with that too-familiar affection, there was no denying the reality.

Joe followed her gaze, and the tension in his shoulders stiffened. He didn’t need to ask; he could see it in her eyes. Her face flushed with a mix of rage and humiliation. She could feel the heat of their presence like a physical weight pressing on her chest, suffocating her. It was too much, all of it—the therapy, the rawness of their conversation, the cracks in their marriage and now this.

She wanted to get up, leave, and pretend this moment wasn’t happening, but the feeling of betrayal was too strong. It wasn’t just about Joe anymore. It was about everything, about her dignity, her self-respect, the promise she’d made to herself that she would never, never let anyone make her feel small again.

Without thinking, without even looking at Joe, Keyshia pushed her chair back. The sound of it scraping against the floor felt like a warning shot to the room.

"Keyshia—" Joe’s voice was tentative, but she didn’t wait. She stood up abruptly, the sharpness of her movements causing a few heads to turn. She didn’t even glance back at him. She couldn’t. She needed to escape. She needed air.

She walked briskly past the table, her heart hammering in her chest. The clinking of glasses, the chatter of other patrons, it all felt distant, like she was submerged underwater. Her breath came quick and shallow as she reached the exit.

“Keyshia, wait!” Joe called after her, his voice strained, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.

She was already outside the restaurant, stepping into the humid Miami night. The sound of the door swinging closed behind her echoed in her ears, but she didn’t look back.

Keyshia’s mind was a whirlwind as she walked down the sidewalk, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. Her hands trembled slightly, but she forced herself to stay steady. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she couldn’t be near that scene any longer. The sight of Tyson and the woman had pushed her to her breaking point.

Her breath came in ragged bursts, her heart pounding in her chest. How was it possible that after everything she’d been through with Joe, after everything they’d said in therapy, after all the pain and the hope, she was still here, haunted by ghosts of the past?

She didn’t want to feel this way anymore. She didn’t want to carry this anger. She didn’t want to feel like the victim in her own story. But right now, with the weight of Joe, Tyson, and the woman pressing on her, she couldn’t help it. The past wasn’t just haunting her, it was suffocating her. And for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure if she could bear it anymore.

She was halfway down the block when she heard footsteps behind her. Joe. Of course, it was him. She hadn’t expected anything different.

“Keyshia, please.” His voice was softer now, more pleading. His breath was labored, as if he’d been running to catch up to her. “You don’t have to do this. Please, let’s just talk.”

She stopped but didn’t turn to face him. She didn’t want to see him. She couldn’t. “I don’t need to talk right now, Joe. I need space. I need air. I need to think.”

“Please, don’t shut me out,” Joe said, his voice cracking slightly. “I know I’ve messed up, but I’m here, I’m trying. I’m sorry. I just—” He trailed off, clearly struggling to find the words.

Keyshia finally turned to face him, her eyes cold, her expression unreadable. “You don’t get it, do you?” Her voice was low but laced with a pain she hadn’t fully realized she’d been carrying. “I’m not just angry at you. I’m angry at me. I’m angry that I’ve let myself stay in this mess. That I’ve let myself be made to feel like I’m not enough. That I let you make me feel small. I’m angry that every time I think I’m over it, it’s like I’m hit with a wave that knocks me back down.”

Joe took a step toward her, his eyes filled with remorse, but she held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, Joe. I really don’t. But I need to get away from this for a while. I can’t… I can’t keep doing this.”

Without waiting for him to respond, Keyshia turned and walked away, her pace quickening as she put more distance between herself and the restaurant, more distance between herself and everything that had hurt her. She didn’t know what the future held, or if she could truly forgive Joe. But for now, she needed to be alone.

She needed to breathe. To remember who she was before the chaos of it all swept her under.

[nobodynoteventherainn]

Okay, how bout head cannons for the outsiders were paired with an eccentric reader. She’s stylish and can throw outfits together, she comes from a close knit family and kind of needs someone to help them stay on track doing even simple tasks because she’ll get lost in her own little world.

Maybe separation anxiety too? Idk I feel like I wanna see them paired with just a very cutesy reader in general who can tend to depend on a strong greaser whom in this case would be in the gang we know and love.

The Outsiders x Eccentric! Reader

Darry Curtis

Darry loves your outfits- especially the more creative, unique ones

When you're putting together an outfit he'll just watch with the most adorable little love struck smile

He doesn't really understand why or how you get distracted, but he's not too bothered by it since he's used to being around day dreamers (cough cough Ponyboy)

When you get distracted, he gives you a gentle little nudge to recapture your attention

"Darlin', you alright?"

He appreciates your bond with your family and it makes him a bit wistful about his parents (in a good way)

Darry works a lot, so he feels guilty about your separation anxiety. When he gets home he makes sure to spend a bit of time with you before he makes dinner or does housework- he'll just talk to you about both of your days, maybe a bit of cuddling if he's in the right mood

Darry wraps his arms around you as soon as he's in the living room, kissing the top of your head. "C'mere, hon.. missed you.."

Sodapop Curtis

Soda loves looking at your outfits

Every morning he and Ponyboy try to guess what you'll be wearing that day (they're never right)

Soda loves your family and they love him- he can get along with anybody and doesn't mind going over to your house for holidays

When you get lost in thought, Soda just waits patiently for you to return- he just gazes at you, admiring the pensive look in your eyes and your slightly creased eyebrows. He thinks it's adorable

Honestly, Soda probably has separation anxiety too

Luckily you can come with him to the DX

He comes and picks you up every morning and during his shifts he'll glance in your direction every so often to make sure you're good

Soda finishes filling up a tank and looks over for the second time in the past five minutes to where you're sitting by the door of the convenience store with your notebook. "Hey sweet thing, ya good?"

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony really likes drawing you and your outfits, he notices all the little details

Ponyboy regards you for a second, his eyes lingering on your jewellery before commenting with a little smile. "Are those new earrings? Pretty tuff."

Pony absolutely understands when you get distracted- he does too

You'll sometimes have deep, entertaining conversations but you're equally as comfortable just sitting in silence in your own little worlds, maybe holding hands or with your head leaning on his shoulder

Pony is sometimes a bit envious of your relationship with your family, he wishes his relationship with Darry came as naturally

But he loves your family and your parents become like parent figures to him

He understands your separation anxiety and can sense when you're perturbed. He'll try to appease it with gentle touches, reassurances that he's there

Pony knows your body language thoroughly and when you open to door to your house for him, he notices the way your eyes light up and the tenseness in your muscles melts away. He lays a hand on your arm, gazing up at you reassuringly. "Hey."

Dallas Winston

Dally likes how you look in your outfits. Not even always in a sexual way- he just thinks you look pretty. He tries not to be too obvious about admiring them because he doesn't want you to know how cute he thinks you look. But occasionally you'll catch him looking

A smirk finds its way onto your face as you see Dally's eyes raking over your outfit- but his eyes flick to your face with a look adjacent to sheepishness. He speaks in a slightly defensive voice. "What, doll? Y'look good in that."

If you've been together a while and he trusts you, he might let you wear his ring

Dally doesn't get why you daydream or how you manage it with so much going on in the real world

If you get distracted while you're doing something or if he needs to get your attention, he'll give you a (harder than intended) shove. He's just not always good at being gentle

"Knock it off, dollface- you gotta pay attention-"

If he notices you daydreaming and he doesn't have to get your attention, your expression will elicit a little smirk out of him and he'll just watch you thinking

Dally doesn't understand close knit families either since he's never quite had a family besides the gang, but he respects your relationship with your family and might be willing to get to know them in a serious relationship

He secretly thinks your separation anxiety is kind of sweet- he'll definitely try to keep you with him whenever he can to alleviate it

Steve Randle

Your outfits definitely catch Steve's attention- they were probably the first thing about you that drew him in

He likes picking your jewellery for you

Steve is a bit wary of meeting your family for the first time, but he's all smiles after and he totally understands why you love them so much

Steve walks through the park with you after meeting your family, his fingers laced with yours. He mutters to you, trying to hold back his smile. "You got quite the family, sunshine."

He loves watching you get lost in your own world- the corner of his lips quirk into a little smile and he'll ruffle your hair affectionately. He's a very realist sort of guy and he thinks your daydreams are funny, in a cute sort of way. He just loves everything about you.

Steve feels the same way about your separation anxiety. He'll bring you with him to the DX and let you talk to him as much as you want while he works

He also loves to rant about what he's doing as he works on cars- showing you parts, complaining, explaining how things work.

Johnny Cade

Johnny will unashamedly stare at your outfits without even realizing

He literally thinks you're perfect. The man is down bad

He lovesss watching you daydream. He won't ever interrupt you and he always asks what you were thinking about afterwards

Johnny gazes at you with his big, dark eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts. He waits a second to make sure you're done musing, then asks in a curious and genuinely interested tone. "Hey.. what were you thinkin' 'bout this time?"

His parents suck, so he wholeheartedly will adopt your family as his own

He goes over to your house for every holiday

He has some degree of separation anxiety too- he loves being with you even if you're not talking

Like, it's so easy and comfortable to just be sitting, maybe holding hands or cuddling, and just not talking. Enjoying each other's presence

His whole face lights up when he sees you and his whole body relaxes- hands out of pockets, shoulders loose, jaw unclenched

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit thinks your outfits are adorable and he likes to bother you while you're putting them together

He'll grab pieces of clothing you're laying on the bed or come up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders

You bite your lip, trying to decide which top looks better with your light blue jeans. Suddenly, you feel two hands grab your shoulders and you yelp, almost jumping out of your skin. You turn around and, of course, it's Two-Bit. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. He drawls out, "I like the blue shirt, baby."

When you daydream, his reaction depends on his mood

If he's feeling considerate, he'll just leave you be. Well, he won't bother you directly. Maybe he'll breathe really loudly and see how you react, or he'll pretend to choke

If he's in a regular mood, he'll tap you and crack a joke

"Watcha thinkin' about, sweetheart? You're dreamin' 'bout these muscles, ain't ya?"

He loves your family. He likes goofing around with them, especially if you have younger siblings

Two-Bit definitely caters to your separation anxiety and brings you everywhere with him

[glowup-princess]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ

1. Create a Beautiful Study Environment

Light a candle or use fairy lights for a cozy ambiance.

Keep your desk organized and decorate it with items you love (plants, photos, or quotes).

Use aesthetically pleasing stationery like colorful pens, highlighters, and notebooks.

2. Curate a Study Playlist

Find instrumental music, lo-fi beats, or classical tunes to set the mood.

Alternatively, choose ambient sounds like rain, coffee shop chatter, or nature.

3. Romanticize Your Materials

Write notes neatly and add doodles or illustrations.

Use highlighters to make your notes visually appealing.

Treat your textbooks as if they’re sacred knowledge.

4. Incorporate Rituals

Make a cup of tea or coffee before starting.

Set intentions for the session, like "Today, I’m learning to grow."

Take a moment to visualize yourself succeeding.

5. Dress the Part

Wear comfortable but stylish clothes that make you feel good.

Use accessories like a cozy blanket or reading glasses to feel scholarly.

6. Embrace the Aesthetic

Imagine you’re in a library or an old-world study room.

Use vintage-style journals or leather-bound notebooks.

7. Celebrate Small Wins

Reward yourself after completing a session (e.g., a treat or break in the sun).

Reflect on how far you've come and journal your achievements.

8. Use Meaningful Motivations

Remind yourself why you’re studying and visualize your goals.

Think of yourself as the main character in a story striving to succeed.

9. Add Nature

Study near a window with a view of trees or greenery.

Bring a small plant or flowers to your desk.

10. Make Breaks Magical

Read a poem or inspiring quote during breaks.

Do a quick yoga stretch or step outside to breathe fresh air.

Study sessions:

Atmosphere and Environment

Theme Your Space: Create a "study café" vibe or a "Victorian scholar" ambiance with décor and lighting.

Seasonal Touches: Incorporate seasonal elements (like autumn leaves, holiday lights, or fresh flowers) into your workspace.

Essential Oils: Diffuse calming scents like lavender or energizing ones like citrus to boost focus.

Natural Light: Position your desk near a window for natural light and fresh air.

Comfortable Seating: Use a cozy chair with a blanket or cushion for added comfort.

Aesthetic Tools and Accessories

Fountain Pen: Write with a fountain pen to add elegance to your notes.

Wax Seal Stamp: Use one to seal envelopes or even decorate your journal pages.

Custom Stationery: Invest in unique notebooks or personalized study planners.

Color-Coded Systems: Use washi tape or colored tabs for visual appeal and organization.

Glass Water Bottles or Mugs: Sip from aesthetic drinkware that fits your style.

Mindset and Imagination

Pretend You’re in a Movie: Act as if your study session is a montage scene in a film about your success story.

Be the Hero of Your Journey: Imagine your studies as the preparation for a grand quest or mission.

Romantic Narration: Mentally narrate your study day as though it were a novel (“She sipped her tea, deeply immersed in knowledge…”).

Creative Techniques

Illustrated Notes: Add doodles, diagrams, or charts to make concepts come alive.

Calligraphy Headers: Write chapter titles or key points in elegant lettering.

Mind Maps as Art: Turn mind maps into colorful and interconnected masterpieces.

Storytelling Learning: Create a story around the subject you’re studying to make it more engaging.

Incorporating Media

Study Vlogs: Record time-lapse videos of yourself studying to inspire future sessions.

Mood Boards: Create Pinterest boards or vision boards inspired by your study goals.

Inspiring Quotes: Print or write quotes from authors or thinkers related to your subject.

Embracing the Moment

Slow Morning Starts: Begin your day with a peaceful routine before diving into study.

Mindful Study: Pay attention to the sensations of writing, reading, or typing to stay present.

Gratitude Journaling: Start or end with a quick note of gratitude for the opportunity to learn.

Fun and Whimsy

Create Playlists for Each Subject: Match the vibe of your studies with specific music genres.

Snack Like a Scholar: Eat finger foods or pastries as if you’re in an old library café.

Dress Like a Character: Imagine you’re a professor, a scholar, or even a wizard studying spells.

Study out: Take your books or laptop to a park or garden.

End with a Ritual

Summarize Elegantly: End sessions with a recap written beautifully in a journal.

Close the Day with Tea: Treat yourself to a calming tea ceremony as you reflect.

Celebrate Your Effort: Create a simple reward system, like a treat, movie night, or self-care ritual.

Remember be gentle w yourself <3

pt.2?

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

[sugarybisous]

sharpay evans stood out as a character not only because of her pink and stylish wardrobe but because of her confidence and the way she wasn’t afraid of going after what she wanted and knew she deserved. she worked hard for her passions and for her goals, she was also a QUEEN of manifestation.

(don’t believe me? listen to the words she uses in this iconic musical number!)

do not settle, plan your dreams and go after them!

throughout the whole movie nobody can deny sharpay wasn’t ambitious. she knew EXACTLY what she wanted and never hesitated to go after it. keep this mindset. if you want something in life it’s already yours you just have to go out and grab it. make your mind limitless, dreams are supposed to be grand and huge, just because other people don’t understand them doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant for you it was put into your head for a reason. ♡︎

stand out from the crowd and don’t be afraid to be “extra”!

who wants to be like everybody else? sharpay stood out the moment she stepped on screen and her peers around her laughed at her for being “snobbish” when she was simply a girl who knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to express herself. we live in a world where people will tell you what you have to be and what things you have to like based on your race,gender,ethnicity, pretty much anything but break out of the norm! be expressive! leave your own mark on the world. do NOT water yourself down to be more digestible for others.

you fell? get right back up.

thoughout the whole franchise sharpay’s hard work would be overlooked or messed with, despite that she continued to get up and start over all over again. no one is deserving of you loosing out on the things you want in life. whenever there is an obstacle you need to pull out your confidence and hold it HIGH. if you know you deserve an amazing life why are you letting little road blocks stop you? do not let anyone steal your hard earned spotlight.

have confidence!

it’s a non-negotiable. build yourself up, become “snobbish” in the way that you love EVERYTHING about yourself. become “selfish” in the way that you are constantly looking out after yourself and choose to put yourself first always. walk around like you are THAT girl because you are.

WADROBE & ACCESSORY BREAKDOWN:

sharpay was always dressed up. she was known for her signature color pink which she incorporated a lot but didn’t shy away from glamorizing in different colors as well. she was often seen wearing a handbag with almost every outfit or her dog in her other hand or both even! (she even dressed up her own dog) from mini skirts to high heels to a shimmery hair scarf on her head to huge sunglasses or her signature tiara, she loved bedazzled things and glitter and sparkle, she always accessorized with necklaces such as her signature s or star, bangles on her arms and some kind of hat or belt on her. with eye catching materials on her like fur or the black dress with flattering holes on the side. she also glamorized and made the things she owned to her prefference like a perfect example is her iconic locker, don’t be afraid to make things to your liking if it isn’t available! be creative and crafty! if it’s not made already, take matters into your own hands!

this was something i have been so excited to work on for a while now as i have lots of things in common with sharpay, everyone deserves to think they are amazing!

[onlyforyoukook]

Forbidden Feelings

paring haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

PROFILES 1 - y/n & friends

- Y/N is a first-year college student majoring in Environmental Science, driven by a passion for sustainability and protecting the planet. She has a quiet confidence about her, with a natural curiosity for the world and an easygoing personality that draws people in. Y/N has sharp, observant eyes and a warm smile that reflects her kindness, and she’s always quick to lend a hand to friends or engage in deep conversations about environmental issues. Being Mark Lee's younger sister, she’s already familiar with a few people on campus, but she prefers to make her own way rather than ride on his reputation. She shares some of Mark’s laid-back charm but has a softer, more introverted side. What she doesn’t know is that Haechan, one of her brother’s closest friends, has been harboring a crush on her for quite some time. While she’s oblivious to his feelings, there’s a natural chemistry between them that Haechan can’t seem to ignore.

- Karina is one of Y/N's closest and oldest friends, having met her in middle school when they instantly clicked despite their different backgrounds. Born into a well-known and influential family, Karina is a "nepo baby," with parents deeply rooted in the entertainment industry. She grew up in the spotlight, but she carries herself with surprising humility, never letting her family’s fame define her. Majoring in Music, Karina is immensely talented in her own right, with a voice that captivates anyone who listens and a flair for performance that comes naturally to her. Confident, stylish, and always composed, Karina is the type of person who effortlessly stands out in a crowd. She’s fiercely protective of Y/N, having been by her side through thick and thin since their early school days. While some might assume she’s privileged or aloof, Karina is warm and deeply loyal to the people she cares about. Beneath her glamorous exterior, she’s just a regular girl navigating her passions and trying to step out of her family's shadow to forge her own path in the music industry.

- Felix has been Y/N's best friend for as long as she can remember, their bond cemented by the close friendship between their mothers. Practically family, Felix has always been a comforting presence in Y/N’s life, and they share an unbreakable connection that goes back to their earliest memories. Majoring in Fashion, Felix is known for his impeccable sense of style and a creative flair that makes him stand out. He has a natural eye for trends and an effortless way of putting together outfits that reflect his artistic spirit. Felix is breathtakingly beautiful, with features that draw attention wherever he goes. But despite his striking appearance, he’s incredibly down-to-earth and approachable. His easygoing, super sweet personality makes him beloved by everyone, and he has a gift for making people feel comfortable and valued. Felix is the type of person who can light up a room just by walking into it, always ready with a smile and a kind word. He’s Y/N’s biggest cheerleader, offering her unwavering support and understanding whenever she needs it, all while pursuing his dreams in the fashion world with quiet confidence and grace.

- Yeji is one of Y/N’s best friends, a bond that formed in middle school and has only grown stronger over the years. She is strikingly beautiful, with features that are both unique and captivating. Her rare, catlike eyes are what stand out the most, giving her an alluring, almost mysterious quality. Yeji’s beauty is undeniable, and she turns heads wherever she goes, effortlessly attracting attention from men and women alike. However, despite the constant attention, Yeji remains humble and grounded, never letting her looks define her. Majoring in Photography, Yeji is passionate about capturing the world through her lens. She has a natural talent for seeing beauty in the everyday and creating stunning visuals, often turning the camera on her friends, including Y/N. Behind her breathtaking appearance is a creative soul, someone who expresses herself through her art. She’s confident and knows her worth, but she’s also fiercely protective of her friends, always ready to step in and offer advice or defend them when needed. Yeji’s elegance, combined with her artistic vision, makes her a powerful presence in any room, but at her core, she’s just a girl who loves her friends and her craft.

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