[RPG] Heirs and Liars - Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Praattopic : https://qreaties.nl/topic/191180-rpg-heirs-and-liars-praattopic-1/
Speeltopic : https://qreaties.nl/topic/191195-rpg-heirs-and-liars-speeltopic/
Storyline

Deze RPG speelt zich af in de PARFAIT Academy. Studenten volgen aan het instituut een driejarig elitevoorbereidingsprogramma, ontworpen voor de kinderen van machtige en rijke families. Het doel is eenvoudig: ervoor zorgen dat geld, macht en invloed blijven binnen de eigen kringen. Het instituut accepteert studenten die zorgvuldig zijn geselecteerd uit ’s werelds meest invloedrijke families. De meesten arriveren als erfgenamen van zowel oude als nieuwe fortuinen. Enkelingen slagen erin om via uitzonderlijke omstandigheden toegelaten te worden. Van iedereen wordt verwacht dat ze zich in deze fase van hun leven voorbereiden op de rollen die ze binnenkort zullen erven. “Reputation is everything.” Maar in een omgeving waar reputatie alles is, kan één enkel geheim genoeg zijn om een hele toekomst te vernietigen. Op een ochtend vinden enkele studenten een briefje in hun locker. “Ik weet wat je geheim is.” Iedereen op het instituut heeft een geheim. En iemand heeft besloten dat die geheimen niet langer veilig zijn.

Invullijstje

• Naam
• Leeftijd (18-22 indien student)
• Archetype
• Publieke reputatie
• Geheim
• Mogelijk motief om anderen te blackmailen
• Innerlijk
• Uiterlijk / FC
• Geschiedenis
• Extra
• Relaties


Archetypes

In een elite instituut vol met invloedrijke studenten komen bepaalde stereotypes vaak terug. • Old money : golden heir • Old money : decadent heir • Old money : nonchalant heir • Old money : reluctant heir • Old legacy : family name, but little money left • New money • Publicly known shady money • Political / royal / celebrity heir • Scholarship student • The staff kid • Transfer student • Invisible elite

Secrets

• lost fortune
• shady deals
• money laundering
• scandals
• forbidden relationships
• fake identity


PARFAIT Academy

Gelegen op een uitgestrekt privéterrein in Zwitserland, ver weg van nieuwsgierige blikken, ligt de PARFAIT Academy. Het instituut combineert eeuwenoude architectuur met moderne luxe. Hoge stenen gebouwen met klimop begroeide muren herinneren aan de lange geschiedenis van het instituut. Studenten wonen op de campus in luxueuze residenties en nemen deel aan exclusieve evenementen. Belangrijke locaties • De balzaal — officiële diners en ceremonies • De bibliotheek — studeren en onderzoek • Studentenresidenties — luxe campusleven • Tuinen — wandelpaden en geheime ontmoetingen • Studentenlounge — discussies, drama en roddels

Curriculum


Het curriculum richt zich op domeinen zoals:

• Economics
• Political leadership
• Business strategy
• Arts & cultural influence

Eerste jaar — 18-19
Tweede jaar — 19-20
Derde jaar — 20-21


Personages

Reservaties
-Reeses - f
whiterabbit - f - [decadent heir]
whiterabbut - m - [golden heir]

Personages
WillByers - Julian "Jules" Vane - [nonchalant heir] - p1
amberkishatu - Dakota Ryelle Sterling -- [staff kid] [fc. Sara Crumbleleg] - p2
-Kosame- m Dominic Adler - [new money] [fc. Thomas Doherty] -p3
verwondering - Aster De Lusignan -[old money - reluctant heir] - p3
Hellfire Leone DiMarco Delacroix [old money - wild heir] - p3
Malinin - m Ｈａｎ Ｊａｅ－ｈｙｕｎ (한재현) [old legacy - no money] - p3
- Kosame - Josephine Cheswick - [old money - digital heir] -p3
-Jennieruby- Ｙｏｏｎ Ｓｅｏ－ｊｕｎ (한서준) - [Diplomat Son]p4
hanami SUN-MI BAE [Luxury Heir?]p4
hanamiLUCÍA MARINO [?] p4
obeahCairo Rourcke [shady deals] p5
Regels

• Minimum 100 woorden per post
• Quizlet forumregels gelden
• 16+ toegestaan (met waarschuwing)
• Bespreek gevoelige onderwerpen vooraf
• Maximaal 2 characters per schrijver
• Posts mogen NL of ENG
• Na 21 dagen stilte volgt een reminder
• Reserveringen blijven 10 dagen staan

[ bericht aangepast op 14 april 2026 - 16:50 ]

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"I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me"

Dakota Ryelle Sterling POV
Gangen - Klaslokaal met Jules

Langzaam liet ze zich naast Jules zakken. Haar handen voelden klam toen ze de rand van de stoel vastnam. De paniek zat duidelijk nog in haar lichaam. Die zou ze snel moeten kwijtraken. Ze dwong zichzelf om haar ademhaling onder controle te krijgen. In… twee… uit… vier… Niet panikeren. Niet nu. Zijn stem haalde haar uit haar concentratie. Ze keek op, net iets te snel, en merkte meteen dat hij haar al aan het bestuderen was. Natuurlijk had hij het gezien. Ze rechtte haar rug en trok haar schouders subtiel naar achteren, alsof dat de spanning kon verbergen. "Wat is er aan de hand, heb je een spook gezien?” Ze snoof zacht, half spottend. “Zoiets, ja.” Heel even liet ze een stilte vallen, alsof ze twijfelde of het de moeite waard was om te vertellen. Alsof het haar eigenlijk niet écht raakte. “Iemand heeft m’n locker zitten forceren,” zei ze uiteindelijk, haar stem nonchalant genoeg om geloofwaardig te klinken. “Ik kreeg ’m amper open.” Ze haalde haar schouders op, maar haar vingers speelden onbewust met de rand van haar mouw. Ze wierp even kort een blik naar haar tas, waar het briefje verstopt zat. “Er lijkt niks weg te zijn… dus ja.” Een korte pauze. “Beetje raar gewoon.” Ze boog zich kort naar voren en trok haar tas op haar schoot. Haar vingers gleden naar binnen, op zoek naar haar notities, maar bleven even hangen. Ze haalde haar schrift eruit en liet haar tas daarna half gesloten tegen haar been rusten. "Ik zou niet eens weten wat iemand zou zoeken in m'n locker" Ze draaide haar hoofd lichtjes naar hem toe, haar blik scherp genoeg om iets te zoeken, maar los genoeg om het als casual interesse te laten lijken. “Jij weet toevallig van niets?”

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"I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me"

Julian “Jules” Vane “Zou je wel willen, of niet… fixer?” Cairo’s stem was diep en toch ietwat uitnodigend. Er stond een grijns op zijn gezicht, terwijl hij dichterbij kwam. “Misschien wel,” fluisterde Jules terug. Zijn hart stokte voor enkele seconden in zijn keel. Cairo was nog niet zo dichtbij geweest als nu en ergens voelde hij zich daar lichtelijk ongemakkelijk bij. Of het een positief of negatief ongemakkelijk was, wist Jules niet zo goed. Toch kon hij zijn ogen niet van de jongen afhouden. Hij kon zijn parfum ruiken. Het passte precies bij hem. Niet veel later verliet Cairo de ruimte. Jules had het gevoel dat hij achter Leone aan ging, gezien deze tijdens het korte gesprek tussen de twee, de ruimte had verlaten. Ergens vond het hij jammer. Hij had graad nog even verder geflirt en hem uit de tent willen lokken. Jules keek Dakota aan. Hij zag aan haar dat ze zich geen houding wist te geven. “Zoiets, ja.” Snoof ze zacht en Jules fronste kort. Zoiets, ja… Er was iets aan de hand, maar ze twijfelde of ze het wilde vertellen, voor Jules’ gevoel. Er viel een stilte. Aandachtig bleef Jules kijken. Hij gaf Dakota de tijd. Als ze nog iets wilde zeggen, dan kon ze dat doen wanneer zij het wilde, of niet. Na ongeveer acht seconden begon Dakota weer te praten: “Iemand heeft m’n locker zitten forceren. Ik kreeg ‘m amper open.” “Dat is wel heel bijzonder." Reageerde Jules en hij fronste opnieuw. Zijn stem klonk rustig, zonder enige trillingen en stotter. Forceren… dacht hij en moest meteen denken aan het briefje dat in zijn locker lag. Zou zij er ook een hebben gehad? Of zou het puur toeval zijn. Want Jules’ locker leek niet geforceerd. Tenminste, niet dat hij had kunnen zien en merken. Het briefje kwam bij hem uit zijn locker gedwarreld. Dakota’s vingers speelden aan de rand van haar mouw. Jules zag dat haar blik richting haar tas ging. Automatisch keek hij er ook naartoe, maar hij kon niets zien. “Er lijkt niks weg te zijn… dus ja.” Er volgde een korte pauze. Korter dan die van eerder. “Beetje raar gewoon.” “Ja, dat is het zeker…” Jules keek toe hoe Dakota haar tas op schoot trok en iets leek te zoeken. Daarna kwam haar schrift tevoorschijn en ze stelde haar tas weer op de grond. Hij probeerde nonchalant in de tas te kijken, maar kon niets zien. Hij had het gevoel dat ze iets te verbergen had. "Ik zou niet eens weten wat iemand zou zoeken in m'n locker.” Jules keek omhoog toen hij zag dat Dakota hem aankeek en schonk haar aan vragende blik. “Jij weet toevallig van niets?” Hij schudde zijn hoofd en keek de ruimte door. Niemand leek naar hen te kijken en hij schoof een stukje dichter bij Dakota. “Er was ook iets met mijn locker,” begon hij te vertellen. Hij sprak net luid genoeg, zodat zij hem kon verstaan. “Hij was niets geforceerd, maar er was iets mee aan de hand…” Hij keek om zich heen, keek met een schuin oog richting haar tas en liet zijn blik weer naar Dakota glijden. “Ik weet jouw geheim,” besloot hij het er toen maar op te wagen en hij keek Dakota recht in de ogen aan. Hij wilde weten wat haar reactie zou zijn. Of ze zou beginnen over een briefje, of dat ze hem voor gek zou verklaren. Misschien had ze wel helemaal geen briefje gekregen en zal ze zich rot schrikken. Hoe dan ook, als zij geen briefje had gekregen kon hij het altijd nog als grap maskeren…

[ bericht aangepast op 19 april 2026 - 22:22 ]

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Ich liebe dich 27.12.23

Josephine didn’t look at the video for long. Not because it didn’t register. Because it did. Instantly. The angle, the timing, the way it had already been edited just enough to spread. Her expression didn’t change, but something behind her eyes sharpened. Calculating. Filing it away. Of course it was out already. Her phone buzzed again in her hand, but she didn’t check it this time. Instead, she shifted her attention back to Jae, her posture still relaxed, her presence still warm: like nothing had just tried to tilt the balance of the entire room. She didn’t react immediately when Jae spoke. She let his words settle first—really listened to them, instead of cutting in too quickly like most people here would have done.       “Honestly? … I kind of hoped their relationship would fall apart.” Jae said. “Sun was really there for me after my dad passed… I thought maybe we would grow closer again.” There it was. Not harsh. Not manipulative. Just… honest. And that made it harder to dismiss. JC’s expression softened, not just in understanding, but in recognition. She knew he had meant it. Back then. Maybe even now.       “Hey,” she said quietly, her tone warm enough to take the edge off what he’d just admitted. “That’s not a crazy thing to feel.” Her gaze held his, steady and reassuring, like she was grounding the moment before it could turn into something heavier. “You went through something big,” she continued, softer now. “Of course you’d hold on to the people who were there for you.” A small pause. She didn’t rush what came next. “But,” JC added carefully, “that doesn’t mean you get to carry that expectation into who she is now.” There was no bite in it. No accusation. Just a boundary—clear, but kind. Her eyes flicked briefly to his phone when he had shown her the video earlier, the image still fresh in her mind even if she hadn’t commented on it yet. When she looked back at him, there was something a little more deliberate in her expression now. “You hoped their relationship would fall apart,” she repeated gently, not to call him out, but to anchor the conversation. “But that doesn’t automatically make what they have less real.”She tilted her head slightly, studying him again, not critically, just… thoughtfully.       “And Sun doesn’t do things halfway… you know that.” JC went on, her voice calm, certain. “If she’s in it, she’s in it for a reason.” Her fingers shifted lightly around her phone, a small, absent movement, before she let out a faint breath and allowed a hint of a smile to return.       “I do get why it stings, though,” she admitted, a little more lightly now. “Seeing someone you love, like that… it’s not exactly fun.” Another pause. Short. Controlled.       “But it doesn’t erase what you had with her,” JC added, meeting his eyes again. “It just means it’s… different now. Not gone. Not meaningless. Just changed.” And then she let it go. Because she could feel it: that point where the conversation could become something heavier if she let it. So she didn’t. And neither did Jae. He shifted and said: “Anyway, aren’t we going to be late?” She followed without hesitation. “Mm,” she hummed softly, glancing at the time on her phone. “We are.” She stepped forward then, setting the pace without thinking about it, already moving them out of the moment and into something easier. “And no,” JC added lightly, glancing back at him, “we’re not waiting for anyone.”The tension had already smoothed itself out in her tone, like it had never fully existed.       They were heading to The White Room, and unlike most events on campus, this one actually mattered. It wasn’t just another influencer gathering or a crowded opening people attended for appearances: JC was the reason half the guest list had fought their way in. The gallery had built the entire launch around her: she wasn’t just attending, she was opening it, cutting the ribbon, setting the tone. Her name was on the invitations, her curated favorites on the menu, her image already circulating online as the face of the night. For most, it was an opportunity. For JC, it was expectation—the kind you didn’t show up late to, and definitely not unprepared. By the time they reached the entrance, the shift was complete: the weight of before tucked neatly out of sight. “You can walk me in,” she said, casual, like it wasn’t something she had already decided. “Since you’re here anyway.” Light. Effortless. Almost teasing. Then, softer: “Come on, Jae.” She smiled. “Don’t make me reconsider.” To Cairo: lunch today? To Sun: nothing weird, i promise! he was just asking questions don’t worry, i handled it

[ bericht aangepast op 20 april 2026 - 13:10 ]

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"It sounds weird to say this, but I'm really glad I hit you with my moped"

Dominic didn’t leave. Not because he was particularly interested in staying. More because leaving would’ve required effort, and he didn’t feel like giving the situation that much importance. “People keep saying that,” he said. “Like it’s a flaw.” A pause. “Funny thing is, you’re the one planning to hallucinate an entirely different reality. And I’m the one with a problem?”       Lucía didn’t even look impressed. “I’ll never deny I have a problem, babes.” She took a slow drag like she was on her own timeline entirely. “I’ve plenty of problems, I’ll gladly talk you through them.” Dominic nodded once, like he was mentally adding that to a list he would never actually read again. “For starters…” she continued, gesturing at the sky, “that is making me utterly depressed. I need proper sunlight.” He glanced up. “Noted,” he said. “I’ll pass it on to management.” Her eyes flicked to him. “The neat rows of hedges for next. Too orderly. A garden is not supposed to look like that. I can go on, if you want. I have strong opinions about pavement too.” “That explains a lot,” Dominic said calmly. Another pause. “I don’t think wanting control is a flaw though. Wanting control is human.” That made him hum lightly. Not agreeing. Just acknowledging she was still talking. “Albeit it is a bit neurotic.” She leaned in slightly. “Or psychotic, depending on how much you are pushing it. You tell me which part of the scale you are leaning towards.” Dominic finally looked at her properly. “You’re asking me to self-diagnose on a bench in a garden,” he said. “I don’t think that’s medically recommended.” His fingers brushed hers when he took the joint—casual, unbothered. “You don’t want to see anyone,” he said. “But you didn’t tell me to leave.”       “I never said I didn’t want to see anyone,” she replied immediately. “I would be very happy if Pedro Pascal or Zoe Kravitz showed up right now. I’d leave instantly. No offence.” “None taken.” Dominic said flatly. “I’ll keep that in mind in case they apply for residency.” “You hallucinating something better,” he said, “or just avoiding revision for something more boring?” Her head tilted. “Okay then, Plato. What philosophy podcast did you listen to this morning?” That one almost made him smile. Almost. “I don’t listen to podcasts,” Dominic said. “I have hobbies.” He paused for a bit. “Unlike you apparently, who insults gardens for fun.” His gaze flicked back to her when she continued. “You know this is a very intense take for someone stealing my joint. Neither of those things, truthfully. I am purely craving sunlight and a seabreeze.” He nodded slightly at that, like he was considering the statement in a completely unnecessary amount of detail.       “Fair enough,” he said. “Craving sunlight does explain the dramatic attitude towards hedges.” Then she added it. “Just some homesickness, nothing serious. So will you join or are you too scared?” That one lingered a second longer than the rest. Dominic exhaled slowly, smoke curling away between them. “Too scared?” he repeated. He looked at her properly now, not amused, not offended, just mildly entertained that she thought that would work. “If I was scared,” he smiled softly, “I wouldn’t still be standing here listening to you rank architecture.” He paused. Then, like it was an afterthought: “And I’m not joining your hallucination of beaches and emotional weather reports.” He handed the joint back to her without looking away for long. “But,” he added, quieter, “I can walk with you while you do it.”

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"It sounds weird to say this, but I'm really glad I hit you with my moped"

Dakota Ryelle Sterling POV
Gangen - Klaslokaal met Jules

Jules schudde ontkennend zijn hoofd, alvorens hij zijn blik terug naar voren wierp. De verhitte discussie die hij zonet had gehad was tot een einde gekomen nadat Leone halsoverkop vertrokken was en ook Cairo had heel kort erna het klaslokaal verlaten, dit maakte dat het gesprek gemakkelijker tussen hen twee bleef. Hij leunde wat dichterbij. “Er was ook iets met mijn locker”, begon hij. De eerlijkheid in zijn stem was het eerste wat haar opviel. Ze voelde hoe haar schouders ontspanden. Misschien was het een goed idee geweest om hem in vertrouwen te nemen. Nu kon ze tenminste achterhalen of haar geforceerde locker überhaupt iets met het briefje te maken had. Ze keek hem geïnteresseerd aan. “Hij was niet geforceerd, maar er was iets mee aan de hand” Ze zag hoe zijn blik naar haar tas ging. Ze slikte onbewust en voelde de spanning terug naar boven komen. “Het zal toch niet…” “Ik weet jouw geheim” beantwoordde hij haar gedachte. Hij keek haar strak aan, zij keek hem even star terug aan. Als reactie gleed haar hand opnieuw nonchalant naar haar tas zonder oogcontact te verliezen, waar ze het briefje snel uitviste. Pas dan liet ze zichzelf toe om zijn blik los te laten en het lokaal te observeren, terwijl ze het briefje over de bank naar hem toeschoof.

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"I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me"

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With Cairo in the hallway Leone rubbed his eyes with one hand, switching to his socials. He had an account he didn't really manage — unlike some of his classmates, who seemed dead-set on building a day-job a content creator. Pumpkin spice latte's with real gold flakes, girls in autumny outfits that came straight out of the catalogues, the PARFAIT academy surrounded by brightly coloured trees, complete with a strong golden filter. Bo Burnham's 'White Woman's Instagram' surfaced in the back of his mind.       A new message from Lucía. Leone felt a little smile tug at the corner of his mouth. To Bitch: You're like the sister I never wanted. Don't think I won't dunk you, still. To Dom-inatrix: Knock it off. I have no patience for your weird-ass messages today. Out of messages to reply to, he switched back to Instagram. Maybe he should return to class. Even ECON was more interesting than his feed. Reluctantly he continued scrolling, not quite ready to commit to class yet.       His mindless doomscrolling was disturbed by a picture of Sun, kissing Jun. The ache tugged at his heart and sank through his stomach, making his legs heavy and unsteady. That used to be you.       Was that what was going through his mind when he set fire to the old sycamore? It was too much of a coincidence that he blacked out on Foxglove and suddenly their tree, the one with the little carvings they had made on a lazy day in May, had been lost to a mysterious fire. Had the stupid purple pill not repressed his emotions, but enlarged them?       Had Julian known it would have that effect? Had he sold it to Leone on purpose? Was Julian out for his destruction? Okay, he really needed the X to kick in now.       "LeFou... I'm afraid I've been thinking—." Leone jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of Cairo. Jesus fuck, when the hell did he get here?       Cairo continued his monologue undeterred, seemingly convinced that he was making a strong case. Leone watched him rant, trying not to feel much at all, but even with the Valium the feelings seemed hell-bent on crashing through his defences. Suddenly he was back in his dad's study. I'm giving you once chance to get your shit together, Leone, or we're going through with boarding school and you won't be welcome here until next Christmas.       Shame seeped through first, leaking from the memory until it stained all over the present. Then a deep sense of rejection came creeping out. The feeling of being unwanted as a whole person. He had to cut himself down to size, fix or rip out all the inconvenient, undesirable parts to accommodate others.       Then came the anger. And it was fire, spreading through his abdomen, his hands, up to his lungs, his throat. Until he was barely able to hatred out of his eyes. Until he shook with the effort not to break something — a wall, or a windpipe. It was hanging on by a treat, a lifeline made by the drugs that kept his hands still and his mouth shut.       When Cairo offered his arm, as if to a damsel in distress, Leone took a moment to stare at the man, allowing the silence to stretch uncomfortably.       "Are you done having your little hero moment?" Leone deadpanned. "Or do you want to lock me in one of the towers for a while, too? Maybe I should find a burning building and wait inside for you to come save me."       He brushed past Cairo, bumping the offered arm away. "You have no right to judge me, man."       I thought you, of all people, didn't.

[ bericht aangepast op 21 april 2026 - 19:19 ]

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|| Thy hatred only wakes a smile. ||

Julian “Jules” Vane Toen Jules de zin had uitgesproken keek Dakota hem terug aan, strak in zijn ogen. Er kwam geen reactie in de vorm van spraak, maar haar hand gleed richting haar tas, zonder dat zij oogcontact met hem verloor. Eerst toen ze hetgeen wat ze zocht uit haar tas had gehaald, brak ze oogcontact met Jules. Dit was ook het moment dat Jules ermee stopte en hij merkte hoe haar hand over de bank in zijn richting kwam. Hij legde zijn hand op de bank en toen hun handen elkaar ontmoetten, haalde hij hetgeen Dakota hem aanreikte onder haar hand vandaan. Hij blikte naar onder en keek naar het briefje. Ik weet jouw geheim. Het briefje was precies hetzelfde als dat wat Jules eerder in zijn locker had gevonden. Zijn blik gleed weer naar Dakota en hij knikte. “Ik dacht echt even dat ik verkeerd blufte,” zei hij en lachte voor een moment zachtjes. “Precies hetzelfde vond ik dus ook in mijn locker.” Hij schoof het briefje terug naar Dakota. Er kwam weer een ongemakkelijk gevoel naar boven. Hetzelfde gevoel als wat hij had toen hij het briefje zelf vond. Als er iets was waar Jules niet tegen kon, was het geen controle over een situatie hebben. En dit was precies zo een situatie. Wie zit er achter, waarom deed deze persoon dit? Was het iemand die hij kende, of juist iemand die hem in de gaten hielt? “Gezien jij er ook een hebt ontvangen, vraag ik mij af wie nog meer. Ik dacht eerst dat het om een kinderachtige grap ging, maar als er meerdere zijn die een briefje hebben ontvangen, moet het wel iets zijn, toch?” Hij keek vragend naar de jongedame naast hem. “Of wil iemand ons tegen elkaar opzetten?”

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Ich liebe dich 27.12.23

STUDENTLOUNGE • WITH SUN It took Sun a moment to answer his question. In the economics classroom, she had clearly been blushing when she received a message on her phone. No one could have missed it, least of all Jun. He knew her far too well for that.       Sun lifted her gaze. She blushed again. “Jae was being annoying as always. All I did was accidentally like an old post of his,” she said. “It is nothing.”       “Your cheeks are telling a different story,” Jun said sharply, grinning broadly. “Why were you stalking that grumpy old man’s Instagram? I mean, it’s awful that his father was murdered, you won’t hear me deny that, but does he really have to look so serious all the time?” Sun’s phone buzzed again, and she turned the screen toward Jun. Once more, it was messages from an anonymous number. A strange sense of protectiveness came over him.       “Thank you for the SIM card, that is really sweet of you,” Sun said. “It’s nothing,” Jun waved off her thanks. ’’I meant to tell you earlier. Your brothers wanted to come to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, but it conflicts with their exams so I'm taking them to Qatar instead. They're going to be flying alone and since they're minors, your father needs to fill in a consent form, also to authorize me to pick them up at the airport. I also need to fill in some kind of form, can you help remind me to do that this weekend?’’       Jun raised his eyebrows. “Sometimes I think you’re in more contact with my little brothers than I am,” he said. “I assume you’ve got a ticket for me too?” He poured himself a cup of green tea and flopped down on one of the couches in the student lounge. “Dom and I are going out for drinks later. He’s asking if you want to come too.”       Jun pulled Sun down beside him on the couch. “Please say yes, you deserve to blow off some steam.” To JC: Would I make you regret anything? To LSD: piss off as if you could go so long without seeing me To Dom: Knew I could count on you. I'll ask her

AT THE WHITE ROOM • WITH JC Josephine was surprisingly supportive and kind after Jae had just admitted that he’d hoped the relationship between her best friend and stepbrother would fall apart. But she didn’t conclude what Jae had secretly been hoping for, I agree, that relationship doesn’t make sense, you’re absolutely right. Instead, she said, “It just means it’s… different now. Not gone. Not meaningless. Just changed.”       Jae grunted in agreement. She was right—he knew that. But somewhere, he still held on to the hope that things might be different. That Sun might feel more for him than just friendship. But that hope was futile. Jae had intended to stay in the background. He wanted to support JC at the event she was hosting, but quietly, without drawing attention to himself. And yet, here he was, with JC on his arm as they stepped into The White Room.       It was a stunning art gallery, with large windows, white marble floors, and towering white walls. The only color came from the massive paintings hanging on the walls, mostly modern art. Almost immediately after they stepped inside, cameras began to flash. Jae instinctively raised a hand to shield his face from the bright light.       He quickly composed himself, trying to adopt a somewhat composed posture as he walked beside JC along the white carpet toward a large white ribbon. “Welcome to The White Room, where art does not simply exist, but speaks,” said the owner of The White Room, a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair and a rather questionable pair of glasses. “Today we have JC here to officially open our beautiful gallery!”       A young man approached and handed JC a large pair of scissors. “JC, could you share what art means to you?” the owner asked.       Jae remained standing beside her, painfully aware of how unnecessary he seemed here, as the cameras kept flashing and he felt watched from all sides. To: Sun sure I am at a influencer event with JC rn but can meet up later what are you doing? To: Aster Waarom zou ik kunst weggooien? To: Lucía Thought those photos were meant to stay private and are you really threatening a poor orphan boy?

[ bericht aangepast op 22 april 2026 - 15:43 ]

Dakota Ryelle Sterling POV
Gangen - Klaslokaal met Jules

Jules' hand vond de hare en nam het briefje over. Hij wierp er een korte blik op. Een korte knik bevestigde wat ze dacht. Hij had exact hetzelfde briefje gevonden. De bevestiging kalmeerde haar minder dan ze verwacht had. Het oorspronkelijke probleem bleef bestaan. Waarom hadden ze überhaupt een briefje ontvangen? Aan de ene kant kon iedereen zo een briefje gekregen hebben en was het gewoon een flauwe grap. Dan zat ze voor niets van een mug een olifant te maken. Met als gevolg dat ze Jules misschien nieuwsgierig naar haar zou maken. Op die manier zou het briefje toch een gevaar betekenen voor haar. “Ik dacht echt even dat ik verkeerd blufte,” zei hij . Een kleine glimlach verscheen op zijn gelaat, en eerlijk, het stelde Dakota gerust. Ze stond er tenminste niet alleen voor. “Precies hetzelfde vond ik dus ook in mijn locker”, ging hij verder. Hij schoof het briefje terug, dat ze aannam en tussen de pagina’s van haar openliggende schrift wegstopte. “Gezien jij er ook een hebt ontvangen, vraag ik mij af wie nog meer. Ik dacht eerst dat het om een kinderachtige grap ging, maar als er meerdere zijn die een briefje hebben ontvangen, moet het wel iets zijn , toch?” Hij keek haar vragend aan. “ Eerlijk gezegd ben ik nog niet helemaal overtuigd dat het niet gewoon een grap is. ”antwoordde ze “Momenteel zijn er twee personen die een briefje hebben. Voor hetzelfde geld heeft iemand in alle kluisjes een briefje gestopt. “Maar dan had iemand misschien al iets vermeld in de groep.” Bedacht ze zich. Ze keek naar haar gsm waar verschillende notificaties open stonden. Ze scrolde er even vluchtig door, maar er leek een heel andere heisa aan de hand ,die niets te maken had met hun probleem. “Dan nog, het forceren van m’n locker gaat een beetje te ver”, fluisterde ze , haar toon harder door frustratie. “En als het toch geen grap is”, ze keek even kort naar hem, “ dan moeten we erachter komen wie verantwoordelijk is “ waarnaar ze binnensmonds mompelde “en hem de mond snoeren.” “Of wil iemand ons tegen elkaar opzetten?”, vernoemde hij luidop. Ze knipperde even met haar ogen. Daar had ze nog niet aan gedacht. Ze had beslist hem in vertrouwen te nemen, net zoals hij haar in vertrouwen had genomen. Ze had wel vermoed dat hij er iets mee te maken had kunnen hebben, maar ze had nog geen conclusies getrokken. Als ze te snel had geoordeeld, had ze hun semi-alliantie kunnen breken. “Dan moet die persoon ons allebei kennen”, concludeerde ze. “Wie zou willen dat we niet meer met elkaar zouden spreken?” dacht ze luidop. Haar blik gleed naar voren, naar de rest van de klas. Wie kende haar goed genoeg? En hem? Wie had een motief om hen beide te viseren? Ze zuchtte zacht. De hele situatie leek verdacht veel op een film noir-detectiveverhaal. Het was niet bepaald haar favoriete genre, maar ze had er ondertussen wel genoeg gezien om de basis te kennen.. De dader was spoorloos. Er waren twee slachtoffers. En het enige bewijs : een wit briefje. Ze prutste het briefje uit haar schrift en bekeek het aandachtig. “Het is wel vaag.” “Als je er even over nadenkt... misschien is het enkel om ons op stang te jagen.”

[ bericht aangepast op 22 april 2026 - 18:03 ]

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"I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me"

with dominic - gardens ‘’If I was scared,” Dominic said, “I wouldn’t still be standing here listening to you rank architecture. And I’m not joining your hallucination of beaches and emotional weather reports. But,” his voice went softer. “I can walk with you while you do it.”       Lucía took a long drag of the joint, once again staring at Dominic. ‘’Jesus fucking christ, Dominic. I'm not going to do psychedelic drugs on a random weekday. It's not even 10 yet.’’ She shook her head. ‘’I'm not that far gone nor desperate. You are acting really weird, weirder than usual.’’ She should stay with him before he also ended up face down in a pond. Men.       ’’Vamomos, weirdo. Let's go look at some hot people.’’ Lucía grabbed his hand and yanked him along with her. They were not the only ones curious about what happened. Several students were scattered on the grassfield near the tree. Some pretending that they weren't looking. A girl nearby was pretending to scroll through her phone, but her thumb hadn’t moved in several seconds. The area around the tree was taped-off with red-and-white tape, with several firefighters and police milling about.       ’’I heard some rumours by the way that some girl dumped you because you didn't want to hold her hand. Is that true?’’ Lucía mused, watching the scene unfold in front of her. ‘’That is like the saddest yet most hilarious scandal I've ever heard of.’’       Most of the treetrunk was blackened, leaves turned grey or already lost in the wind in ashes. The area still smelled of smoke. A few policemen were talking to students. The school would not be happy with that. All of this was a tad dramatic for a tree.       At least some of these firefighters must be on the dating apps. Lucía grabbed her phone , randomly opened one of the apps, changed the distance settings to less than one kilometer away and started swipping away. Most of them to the left, occasionally pausing to compare the face on her phone to one of the men near the tree. ‘’This one looks like him, don't you think?’’ Lucía held up her phone to Dominic, shamelessly pointing at the man she was talking about. ‘’The one on the rightside of the tree. They have the same jawline, no?’’ To Don't Screenshot This I would like to thank our lord and saviour Jesus Christ and whomever set that tree on fire. The investigating firemen are fine af. To Mr. President I've survived most of my life so far without you, baby But okay sure, when do you've got time in your busy boyfriend schedule? To Rasputin *sends photo of hot firefighters* To Hot Servant Babyboy, these photos are too good to stay private. It is my duty to share these with the general public. To Brat For that, you need to catch me first and seeing how little time you spend sober or working out I'm pretty sure I can outrun you wearing heels.

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baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone

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23 ✠ Hallway ✠ With Leone ✠ Outfit The switch flipped so fast Cairo would've missed it if he hadn't been paying attention; if he hadn't been aware of how Leone went quiet - not the kind of silence that comes from sitting comfortably after a long day of work, tired but finally able to relax. No, this was the kind of quiet that comes before the storm that rips vastitudes apart in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but dust and devastation in its wake. He noticed the hurt, the way Leone's eyes seemed to glaze over. As if blocking the world from his vision could shield him from it. But it wasn't until he spotted the anger that he really got it. Thát part he knew all too well. Sure, he acted on it in very different ways from the one Leone was displaying right now, but nonetheless; he understood. And then he clocked it; the eye of the hurricane. That moment of falsely instilled peace before the cyclone dips down and wreaks havoc on anything and everyone in it's path. He saw it, because he'd been taught to look for it, to provoke it even. So he braced himself before Leone struck.       "Are you done having your little hero moment? Or do you want to lock me in one of the towers for a while, too? Maybe I should find a burning building and wait inside for you to come save me." Cairo laughed. Genuinely laughed. Not because it was funny (even though he could picture it clear as day), but because it was either that or serve Leone a ruthless comeback they could never recover from. The next words, however, hit their aim.       "You have no right to judge me, man." Cairo grabbed Leone's shoulder before he even finished taking the first step away from him. He didn't use the leverage to spin him around, yank him back or even hold him in place. He merely tethered.       "Have you ever considered..." he started, voice barely over a whisper. He knew Leone heard him, though. He made sure of that, "That maybe you think I want to be a hero, because you're feeling like a victim?" He didn't elaborate on whether or not he agreed with that. "I'm not pretending to be the role model in anyone's story, Princess. Have you fucking seen me? It's not a phase, mom," he went on.       Before he spoke his next words, he squeezed Leone's shoulder for emphasis. Or maybe in a delusional attempt to somewhat ground him, as far as his drug-addled mind would allow. "I don't fucking do this, Lion." He left a pause for the words to sink in. Cairo wasn't exactly the type to try and talk someone down from a ledge, or even step onto it with them. He was the kind of person to offer a push or provide it without ever being prompted. "So if you remember one thing from this conversation, let it be this: if I judged you, I wouldn't bloody be here. I'd leave you to sort out whatever mess you've made for yourself last night - or any night before, by your-fucking-self." Cairo carefully inched closer, as if he'd caught a squirrel he didn't want to startle. Come to think of it, he does remind me of a squirrel sometimes. Jittery little mess of a beastie, always keeping a stash. He straightened out his face before a chuckle could escape. "You want punch me square in the face? Have at it." He even kind of hoped Leone would take him up on that offer. "You want to leave? That's fine, I won't stop you again. But I'm here, Lion. And if you won't see that for what it is, then that's on you - not me."

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Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants.

outfit + high knee boots

with jun -- student lounge any text in italics is written or spoken in korean Jun looked at her in surprise. ‘’Sometimes I think you're in more contact with my little brothers than I am,’’ he commented. ‘’I assume you've got a ticket for me too?’’       Sun slowly shook her head. ‘’No…’’ she admitted. ‘’I figured you'd like a weekend off from… all of that.’’ She made it sound like this was some sort of job for him. He could tell her a hundred times that it was alright, the little voice in the back of her mind kept telling her she was a nuisance to him. Whispering that she was asking him for too much and not giving back enough. ‘’Since your brothers were supposed to join us the week after and they were really disappointed your father wasn't allowing them, so I talked him to Qatar instead as long as they do some of their studywork there,’’ she rambled. ‘’But if you do want to come, just let me know.’’       Was it bad that she secretly hoped he'd say yes? Because if he didn’t…A tight, familiar pressure settled in her chest at the thought of traveling alone. She hadn't figured out yet what she was going to do otherwise, apart from asking Cairo or JC to come along. Sun couldn't do it. Travel alone. Even when she travelled with people, she got nervous. Last time she had to go alone, she didn't sleep for over 48 hours and barely ate, worrying about everything. The airports were the worst. Too many people she didn't know and didn't trust. It was pathetic. Jun pulled her along to one of the couches. They were all really expensive and as uncomfortable as they looked. ‘’Dom and I are going out for drinks later. He's asking if you want to come too.’’ He pulled her down suddenly and she nearly dropped the mug on his head. ‘’Please say yes, you deserve to blow off some steam.’’ [tab]’’Dominic asked what?’’ The comment was offhandedly unexpected. Yes, they had gone on a few dates, but once that was finished they only spoke some polite words to each other in groupsettings. ‘’I'll join you for the company.’’ Being alone after the anonymous messages was unbearable. ‘’Not sure about the drinking. I can never keep up with you.’’ Last time she got drunk she had poked Jae's cheek and told him he had fairyskin. She did not want a repeat of that.       If it were any normal schoolday without the events of the past hour, Sun would've curled up her knees and tucked herself in to Jun's side. Now, after the photo fiasco, she just flopped her head on his shoulder. The groupchat was flooded with comments on a burned down tree. Her heart sunk to her stomach once she realised which tree everyone was talking about. It was the old sycamore tree, the one Leone and she had spent many warm spring days and nights under. Her lip quivered. It was ridiculous to be this upset about a tree. But it wasn't just the tree. It was also the memories. Maybe it was less about the tree, and more about the feeling of a definite ending that came along with it. For Leone and her. To this day, she still couldn't fully understand why he broke up with her. The only thing she could think of was that she must've done something really, really wrong. Trying to talk to him didn't work. He nearly fled every room she entered, as if she had some contagious disease. His obvious avoidance of her hurt even more than the break up itself. What could she have done that was that horrible that he didn't even want to talk to her anymore? Tears pricked in her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. The last thing she needed was photos circling around of her crying. Her breathing grew shallow and she tried her best to focus on her surroundings. Jun's warm shoulder under her cheek and the rise and fall of his chest.       ’’You know what, I'll also join for the drinking bit,’’ Sun decided on a whim. ‘’Preferably in one of our rooms before everyone and their mother starts gossiping about us being alcoholics,’’ she muttered. Sun closed her eyes for a bit and took a deep breath. ‘’Sometimes,’’ she started, lowering her voice, ‘’I just want to flush my phones through the toilet and take long break on a tropical island where no one knows me and just relax in the sun and read fairysmut all day long and watch kdramas at night and do nothing else at all.’’ To Jae ooh have fun! you should take one of the little goodie bags theyre really good youll probably think im lying but im skipping class i know, wild when do youve time? JC but i need to knowwwwww and goodluck at the event!!

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baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone

Josephine didn’t hesitate when the attention shifted to her. She never did. The moment the scissors were placed in her hand, something in her posture settled: not stiff, not rehearsed, just… aligned. Like this was exactly where she was supposed to be. The flashes didn’t faze her. If anything, she leaned into them, her smile easy, composed, just warm enough to feel real.       “Art,” she repeated lightly, glancing down at the scissors for a second before looking back up. “I think art is one of the few things that doesn’t ask you to be consistent.”A soft murmur moved through the room. Her fingers adjusted slightly around the handle, effortless. “It lets you feel something completely different every time you look at it,” she continued. “Even if nothing about it has changed.”A small pause. Her gaze flicked briefly, almost unnoticeably, towards Jae beside her. “But you have.”It wasn’t emphasized. Not for the room. But it landed anyway. Then she smiled again, lighter this time, turning back to the crowd.       “And I think that’s what makes it interesting. It reflects something back at you you didn’t know was there yet.” The owner nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased. Cameras flashed. The moment landed exactly where it needed to. Josephine didn’t stretch it. She cut the ribbon cleanly. Applause followed, and just like that, the energy shifted from staged to social, from watching to moving. She handed the scissors back without looking, already stepping forward as people began to approach. Compliments, greetings, names she recognized and names she didn’t. She handled all of them the same way: present, attentive, just the right amount of personal. But she didn’t forget Jae. Not for a second. As the first small group formed around them, she shifted slightly, her arm brushing his again as she repositioned herself—subtle, but intentional. When someone addressed her directly, she angled her body just enough to keep him included in the circle, even if the attention stayed on her. At one point, as another camera flashed too close, she leaned in just slightly toward him, voice low enough to slip under the noise.       “You’re doing great,” she murmured, barely glancing at him. “You look like you belong here.” Then, softer—just for him: “Try not to fight the cameras. They like that.” There was a hint of something playful in it now. “Don’t flinch,” she whispered, barely moving her lips. “They’ll keep doing it if you do.” Her eyes flicked to him for half a second. Then she turned back to the conversation like nothing had happened, smiling as someone complimented the event. “Thank you, that’s sweet,” she said easily. “I just picked things I wouldn’t get tired of looking at.” Her hand rested lightly against Jae’s arm again as she spoke, grounding, casual; like it had always been there. A few minutes later, as the crowd shifted again and someone pulled her into a quick exchange about one of the paintings, she used the movement to lean slightly back toward him once more. “You can leave if you want,” she said softly, almost as an aside, eyes still on the artwork in front of her. “I won’t be offended.” She paused. Then, just as quietly: “But I’d prefer if you didn’t.” She didn’t look at him when she said it. She didn’t need to. Another guest stepped in, asking her opinion on a different piece. Josephine turned seamlessly, engaging again, her tone thoughtful, her smile easy. She asked questions back, listened, laughed lightly at the right moments. And still, every now and then, she checked on Jae. A brief glance over her shoulder. A subtle shift to make space for him again when the circle closed in too tightly. Her fingers brushing his sleeve as she passed him a glass of something without interrupting the conversation she was already in. At one point, she caught his eye properly for the first time since they’d stepped inside. Just for a second. A small smile followed, different from the others. Less polished. More real. “You are really doing amazing,” she said quietly, almost under her breath as someone else spoke over them. “For real.” To June: only if you stop looking at me like that you’re kind of my favorite risk, junebug To Sunny: you don't need to worry about it i'll tell you tomorrow are we still up to see the new love island episode?? I've got the event under control!

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"It sounds weird to say this, but I'm really glad I hit you with my moped"

Dominic didn’t pull his hand back. Not when she grabbed it. Not when she called him weird. He let himself be dragged along, adjusting his pace just enough to keep up without looking like he was trying.       “Jesus fucking christ, Dominic. I’m not going to do psychedelic drugs on a random weekday. It’s not even 10 yet.” He glanced at her. “Right,” he said. “Good to know there’s a schedule.” A pause. “Would’ve been concerned if this was your nine a.m. routine.”       “I’m not that far gone nor desperate. You are acting really weird, weirder than usual.” She responded. “That feels like a personal attack,” Dominic muttered. “I’ve been very consistent.” His grip shifted slightly when she tugged again, still letting her lead, just not entirely passive about it. “Vamomos, weirdo. Let’s go look at some hot people.”       “That’s the first convincing argument you’ve made today,” he said. And he followed. By the time they reached the field, Dominic had already taken in most of it before they stopped moving. The tape. The firefighters. The way people were pretending not to look. His gaze lingered on the tree for a second longer than necessary. Blackened bark. Smoke still in the air. “Bit dramatic,” he said. “For a tree.” His attention shifted again, not to the tree this time. To the firefighters. A brief pause. Then away again. Like he hadn’t been looking.       “I heard some rumours by the way that some girl dumped you because you didn’t want to hold her hand. Is that true?” Dominic looked at her briefly. “Depends who’s telling it.” He paused for a bit. “In my version, I was exercising excellent judgment.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Which rarely makes it into rumours.”       “The saddest yet most hilarious scandal I’ve ever heard of.” Lucía said. “Yeah,” he responded. “It’s not even in my top five.“ His attention drifted again, briefly catching on one of the firefighters. Then another. He didn’t rush it. Didn’t pretend not to look either. Just… observed. “Probably thinks this is the most interesting thing that’s happened all week.” Lucía had already pulled out her phone. Of course she had.       “This one looks like him, don’t you think? The one on the right side of the tree. They have the same jawline, no?” Dominic leaned slightly closer: not too obvious, just enough to see the screen. “Mm,” he hummed. Then his eyes shifted from the phone to the actual firefighter. Then back again.       “Similar,” he said. “They all look like that. It’s part of the job description.” His eyes flicked back to the man by the tree. “That one,” he added. “Knows exactly what he’s doing.” His eyes lingered on the guy a second longer before moving on, scanning the rest of them like he had nowhere else to be.       “You’re aiming too safe,” he added. “I’d make worse decisions.” He continued: “Try the one on the left.” A slight tilt of his head. “Less symmetrical. Better face” His attention stayed there just long enough to make it obvious he meant it. Then back to Lucía.       “You’re swiping left on that?” he said, eyebrows lifting just slightly, almost like he didn’t believe it. “Ruthless.” “You’re not subtle, by the way,” he added. “Standing here comparing them like they won’t notice.” His eyes flicked past her again, catching one of the firefighters looking over. Dominic held it for a second. Just long enough. Then looked away like it didn’t matter.       “If you’re going to do it,” he said, quieter now, “at least commit.” His shoulder brushed hers lightly as he shifted. “Pick one,” he added. Then, after a pause: “Or I will.” To Jun: sure, anytime please do. see if she's in the mood for that To Leone: and yet you're still replying To Cairo: ghosting me now? bold strategy it’s working

[ bericht aangepast op 25 april 2026 - 17:25 ]

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"It sounds weird to say this, but I'm really glad I hit you with my moped"