#than change🤟

[luderailing]

reeeaaally starting to miss my digital drawin

[just-null]

are you oka- oh.

[erythristicbones]

curse blessing of becoming very comfortable and happy with my they/them pronouns is that i keep creating characters with other pronouns and then as i write them more a gremlin in my brain takes over and makes em they/thems too

[astrologydayz]

COMPOSITE CHART NOTES❤️‍🔥 - LOVE/RELATIONSHIP WISE

🖤 A composite chart for a couple literally shows us how their relationship dynamic is, how they communicate as a couple/show love, their sexual dynamic, "challenges as a couple", how "content" they are in their relationship basically&their "reputation together"/outside influences etc. It also shows what their relationship's "endgame" is⛓.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

SUN TRINE/QUINTILE MOON = a real powerhouse. They do NOT need other people's validation, when it comes to anything regarding their relationship. They KNOW they're meant 2 be in this, &won't hesitate 2 cut people out who's trying 2 interfere. They're stable and secure in their relationship, when it comes 2 their differences/"flaws" - they'll guide each other, not mock. They support each other, &will always have each others backs. If they'll ever break up = best friends after, 9/10 times. Won't let one another leave.

SUN SQUARE/QUINCUNX Moon can feel conflicting. They love each others differences in the beginning, but will start 2 point out each others "flaws" later, and make fun of them. "Passive aggressive" comments being thrown at one another, at any moment. It happens without them being able 2 stop themselves. They have these intense moments where they know they want 2 stay together 4ever, but have arguments about every little thing, things that doesn't even matter. They can't let one another be true 2 who they are🙅‍♀️🧡.

🌙 🪐MOON CONJUNCT/QUINCUNX SATURN = restrictions when it comes 2 feelings as a couple. They can feel awkward/weird talking about their emotions together. Like this "bad cloud" hanging over them, every time they try 2 go deep/work out their "problems"/differences with one another. Can also show karmic issues being the reason they can't get "emotionally close". One can have hurt the other one in a past life, & it hinders their connection in this life. Feeling like they can't be 100% open with each other, not knowing why - always a wall dividing them🖤💔.

SUN CONJUNCT/SQUARE Black Moon Lilith can easily have started their relationship while one of them was already in a relationship🖤. A secret affair, or just a really secret relationship, because one of them/or both, got something going on🤨🤔. SUN CONJUNCT MARS shows a very sexual relationship! They have a very passionate, fiery, action oriented, &strong relationship🤟🧡. They hype each others egos up, & feel better together than they do apart. They can have passionate arguments about who should do what &why, or about what they should do together & who should "decide". They can also end up saying really hurtful things 2 each other, in the heat of the moment, so they betta make sure that they give each other the freedom that they both need👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨. SUN CONJUNCT PLUTO is a total power couple! they'll change/transform each others lives forever, when they come together. Feeling of fate being involved here - "not a coincidence". They got loyalty 4 days, and have a very intense relationship that only they can understand. No outsiders allowed "truly" in. They have 2 make sure that they're always truthful towards one another tho, cuz the other person will find out, as everything is seriously analyzed here. They can get into intense arguments/obsess about things the other person does/did. Not "putting it all out there", can seem crazy sketchy2 the other person.

SUN CONJUNCT 5TH HOUSE = This couple is social AF! They have a LOT of friends usually, & LOVES 2 go out with them! Parties, events, dinners, u name it. They can even go on vacations with them! They love 2 have fun as a couple! And it can also show that they met, when they were out having fun with their friends/at a place where u can drink/dance. This placement can also show a couple having a kid together/raising a kid together.

MARS CONJUNCT MC can show a couple motivating each other, driving each other 2 succeed in each of their careers. OR one helping the other one reach an insane milestone in their career. But it can actually also show, that A LOT OF PEOPLE are against these 2being together. People can hate on them, for whatever reason they deem fit. Reputation of helping/supporting one another, career wise/looking “hot/sexy together/fighting in public/their fights being talked about publicly/people hating on their relationship - always commenting on it.

VENUS/CONJUNCT/TRINE/QUINTILE MC is a really fucking good placement. This couple shows their love, and how they love each other 2 the world. "One can't be mentioned without the other"🗣🫰. They typically have material wealth, & a reputation for being a creative/artistic/wealthy/loving - giving couple. They can also be seen as a very beautiful looking couple. They can be known in the entertainment/Arts industry, fashion industry, or they can be socialites. It can even show an iconic couple💋.

URANUS CONJUNCT ASC/OPPOSITE DSC shows a couple having no trouble with showing their "weird sides"/cute quirks - they can't hide it anyway. They're not embarrassed by it. THEY LIVE4IT! They're not gonna pretend 2 be something they're not. They can't hide their forward/original way of living either, no matter how much they wanted2! They're innovative, &will not conform 2 society's way of "living life". People can think of the couple as an "unusual" match/&as unpredictable, but a forward living/creative/out of the box couple. Hating labels = usually a thing here, so they can wait a long time before "finalizing" anything between them. They're not something u see every day! MERCURY CONJUNCT ASC/OPPOSITE DSC can show a couple speaking whatever's on their minds, all the time. "A couple having no filter". They don't care if they're debating in front of people, or alone. It's their thing! It's just how they are/work as a couple. Debating/talking 2each other A LOT, about all kinds of different things, to discuss and then agree, or agree 2 disagree. As long as they both gets 2 discuss their points, It's all good. People can think of the couple as a communicative/talkative/& "open" couple, but sometimes a little 2 open/2ready 2 debate/discuss everything. People can also feel kinda left out, when they're talking with each other - can't keep up with them. MERCURY OPPOSITE MC/CONJUNCT IC usually have really good communication between them, unless their Mercury is really afflicted. They can be seen as kind of "Superficial in public", only really talking about surface stuff. They're really private, when it comes to their problems/debates or fights. If they're fighting, you wouldn't know, unless u know them really well. They do not talk about their issues with each other in public. That's something these two only do behind closed doors. They're very straightforward with each other, & they talk about everything, But only when they're ALONE.

Always look at everything, 2get the exact details! &always analyze both Natal charts, BEFORE analyzing a composite chart! THANKS4READING BABE Appreciate u, always.

[cookiekissers]

Hi, I just discovered your CRK profile and I can say I simply LOVED it. I would like to commission a piece featuring Peach Blossom Cookie.In the scene, he invites the reader to walk under the cherry blossom trees and then they have a picnic where he and the reader start enjoying some peach-shaped sweets. During this, he confesses his feelings to the reader, and they end up kissing, with a light touch of nsfw at the end! No need for them to go all the way, hickeys, kisses, and neck bites are enough! (Make the reader big and rough to contrast with Peach Blossom, Peach blossom dom pls )

I am 19 years old, I am of legal age! :)

[Peach Blossom Cookie x Male Reader]

ahhh thank you so much! Happy to hear you enjoyed my writing! <3 also hell yeah dom top peach blossom 🤟

Petals danced around you as you walked under the blooming cherry blossom trees with Peach Blossom Cookie firmly clinging to your arm. You could feel his hands massaging your muscles lightly.

"Your arms are so strong, Y/N Cookie~" He giggled. "But you feel a bit tense, is something the matter?" Peach Blossom Cookie asked innocently. You avoided his eyes with a bit of a pout. He always teased you like this.

"I'm fine," you replied quietly. "Are we almost there?" You quickly changed the subject, sensing that something was off. It made you a bit bashful since Peach Blossom Cookie was noticeably more affectionate than usual. He was a caring and warm Cookie in general, but when he was alone with you his attention became more... intimate.

"Almost~" Peach Blossom Cookie giggled. "It's such a beautiful spot, perfect for a picnic, so I had to take you here." He smiled warmly. Your heart quickened, though you tried to urge it not to at the sight of his lovely smile.

The spot Peach Blossom Cookie brought you to was a small, secluded clearing surrounded by large cherry trees in full bloom. The branches above created a thick canopy of blossoms and leaves, providing pleasant shade.

Peach Blossom Cookie pulled out a large blanket from the wicker basket he was carrying. Even though you offered to help him carry the supplies, he insisted on doing it himself and even shooed you away when you tried to assist with setting up the picnic. Peach Blossom Cookie happily prepared the picnic spread, taking great care to ensure everything was perfect and in its place. You didn't understand his commitment to detail for a simple, casual picnic but a part of you appreciated him going through the trouble for you.

Once it was finally ready, Peach Blossom Cookie gestured for you to come sit beside him, patting the blanket with a cute smile on his face. You did as requested, but you were a little hesitant. You tried not to let your mind wander as you sat beside Peach Blossom Cookie, who looked so perfect against the pink falling petals.

Peach Blossom Cookie took your hand into his. You looked up in surprise at his action, but he didn't meet your gaze, instead choosing to focus on the picnic basket set in front of him. He kept your hand in his as he opened the basket, pulling out the various snacks and desserts. Colorful macarons that resembled peaches, chocolate-covered strawberries, and longevity peach buns. The buns were neatly packed in their own small bamboo steam basket.

Peach Blossom Cookie gingerly picked up one of the peach macarons and smiled.

"I made these for you, my dear. Please, try one," he said softly, his eyes sparkling with warmth. Peach Blossom Cookie offered the delicate macaron, but you found yourself leaning away slightly as he tried to feed it to you, overwhelmed by the tenderness of the action. Heat crept to your cheeks as you felt a flutter in your chest, caught between shyness and the allure of his affectionate gaze.

"You didn't have to go through all the trouble just for me." You muttered, quickly turning away so Peach Blossom Cookie didn't see the blush dusting your cheeks.

Peach Blossom Cookie was a great friend to you and he cared for you deeply. And you cared for him, albeit in your own aloof way. He would be overly affectionate sometimes, but you never really minded. Even now, as his hand remained firmly wrapped around yours, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow in your chest.

"You're my dear friend. Of course, I wanted to do this for you," he answered earnestly. His words gave you a fluttery feeling in your stomach, and you raced to stuff down the feeling as quickly as possible.

"Still... it's very thoughtful of you," you said quietly. You gently placed your free hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," you mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed. Peach Blossom Cookie's face brightened, clearly pleased with your gratitude. He playfully pressed the dessert lightly against your lips.

"Now say 'ahh'~!" Peach Blossom Cookie laughed. This time, you accepted it with a small smile. He waited patiently as you chewed thoughtfully. The crispy, but still soft cookie mixed with the feather-light cream in the middle surrounded a center of sweet peach jam. It was clear that Peach Blossom Cookie had put in a lot of care when making these sweets for you.

"It's really good." You praised. Peach Blossom Cookie beamed at your praise and released his grip on your hand so he could reach out and cup your cheek, brushing a stray crumb or two from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You felt your heart suddenly jump in your chest as Peach Blossom Cookie leaned forward slightly, his soft face inches away from yours.

"I'm so happy you like them." He whispered softly, his pale dough painted with a bright blush. You felt your whole body tingle beneath his touch.

"Y/N Cookie... there's another reason why I brought you out for a picnic." Peach Blossom Cookie admitted. You stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized. Swallowing thickly, you knew where this was going, and just the thought made your stomach twist with a flurry of butterflies. Peach Blossom Cookie's eyes flickered briefly to your parted lips.

"You mean so much to me, and I realized, that I'm in love with you, Y/N Cookie." He confessed.

You froze as the words sunk in. Love. Peach Blossom Cookie loved you? Your mind was a whirl of thoughts. How long had Peach Blossom had these feelings for you?

It almost didn't seem real, like he was simply teasing you like he had always done. But there was no mistaking his words and they rang true throughout your entire being, making your heart skip a beat.

Before you could even think of a response, Peach Blossom Cookie cupped your face with his hands, and closed the distance between your lips. He kissed you, softly and tentatively as if testing the waters before eagerly deepening the kiss as if he could no longer hold himself back. Your mind went blank, and the only thing you could think of was that you wanted to kiss him back.

Peach Blossom Cookie slid his arms over your broad shoulders and straddled your lap. You wrapped your arms around him in turn. Peach Blossom Cookie moved his lips against yours passionately, kissing you as if he had been wanting to do this forever, as if he were starving for your touch this entire time.

You mind was so hazy with affection that you didn't even realize what was happening until you were flat on your back, and Peach Blossom Cookie had pinned you to the ground. He trailed kisses across your jawline and neck, breathing heavily while kissing every inch of exposed dough his soft lips could reach. Your hands flew up to grip his slim back is surprise as you jumped slightly at the sensation of Peach Blossom Cookie sucking a hickey into your dough. You couldn't keep a moan from slipping past your lips and panting needily, your head fell back, exposing your throat to Peach Blossom Cookie, allowing him better access to mark your neck.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N Cookie... I've been waiting for this day for so long~," Peach Blossom Cookie whispered against your dough as he continued to suck on the sensitive spots along your neck. You shivered at his words, his hot breath tickling your dough and sending a rush of pleasure through your veins.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you felt Peach Blossom Cookie suddenly bite you. You could hear him chuckle deeply at your reaction. You were unable to form any coherent thought or words, your vision tunneling as he began to leave love bite after love bite all over you.

You had known Peach Blossom Cookie for a while, but you never expected something like this from him. Despite his slim frame and pretty looks, he had surprised you with his sudden strength, and never did you think he could be so... dominate.

Peach Blossom Cookie's lips worked expertly over your neck, leaving marks on your dough with each lick and nip. He kissed each hickey and love bite affectionately when he was done. The sensations alone were enough to make you dizzy with pleasure, and your hands gripped his back tightly. You hips bucked involuntarily and you swore quietly when Peach Blossom Cookie paused.

"Sorry..." You muttered in embarrassment at your own body's excitement.

Peach Blossom Cookie chuckled as he lifted his head to look into your eyes.

"You don't need to apologize. It's quite alright. I know you are not used to being touched so intimately, my dear." He teased. You frowned in annoyance.

"Hey-!" You began to protest with a grumble, but Peach Blossom Cookie quickly silenced you by leaning back and grinding himself against you, making you gasp.

"It's alright. I'm a little excited myself." Peach Blossom Cookie giggled suggestively. "The picnic can wait. After all, I want you to enjoy my gift to you~" He purred, leaning down again, his teeth grazing your neck, ready to strip you and expand his marking to the rest of your body.

You didn't expect things to turn out this way when going on a picnic with Peach Blossom Cookie, but you couldn't say you disliked the results.

[crushedsweets]

another ask from me 🤟🤟

does slenderman have any other forms other than his pale man one, like lets say he was deceiving someone and took the form of a human or even a child, or would it be like hallucinations? Does he even have an actual body or is what they see js like fake?

Slenderman needs more asks fr

slendy has a real body with one form! it's closer to the traditional slendy we know

the operator does not have a real body, and he can inflict hallucinations onto people. BUT! it's not his form being changed, it's just him infecting people's minds. doing whatever he can to control, etc etc..

but yea. slendy on the left, operator on the right!

[scekrex]

Hello there gorgeous ✨

Prompt idea with reader being a part of a band that's heavily inspired by Babymetal, like the type of music is pop mixed with metal, the outfits, the whole vibe basically. Heaven's got a new band in town and it's reader's band (You can either create a name for them, go without mentioning any name or whatever else you choose to do with that! You can even ask me and we'll both think about the name c:). Adam at first was like "Tf? New band getting popular? Pfft, they probably suck, no one can out-do the first fucking man🙄" but then when Lute asked him to actually go and check it out with her since she got curious when one of the exterminators went there and told her that it was absolutely fucking awesome. They go and it's literally just a blast. The crowd work is astonishing with how the fans, even the shy ones, have no problems with being vocal with the lyrics or movement, the light effects are just top notch, sound quality is gorgeous and clear, the vibe on its own is just one of a kind and Adam is like "Yeah, shit, this is actually really cool, like wtf" but the biggest magic is when he first hears and then sees the reader alongside the two of his like "backup vocals" (I wouldn't really call Mo or Moa that, but I can't find a better word rn) absolutely rocking out, enchanting everyone as if he was some sort of magician, making Adam start questioning his sexuality, simply going "Am I fucking gay? What's actually happening right now?"

Recommendations for like ideal crowd work representation would be any song but my favourite is this one:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E8pcFhPZQYg&pp=ygUKSGVhZGJhbmdlcg%3D%3D

Light and visual effects I'd probably say this one:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Hru3zh8l2kE&pp=ygUUQmFieW1ldGFsIGRpc3RvcnRpb24%3D

And the one that could work the best in my opinion to like WOW his snarky bitch ass would be this one:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ALznpaBWUTo&pp=ygUMbWV0YWxraW5nZG9t

Rock on my superstar! 🤟🎸❤️

Sup babes, I changed the vibe a lil, going in a more punk-like direction. I don't like describing outfits so the only thing that got a description is reader's vest bc low-key important. Anyway I hope you like it!! xoxo

Part 2

And I dream to be your fantasy

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

A new band was blowing up in heaven, their posters were everywhere and Adam was already pissed off by it. Who the fuck did they think they were? Playing in his area? Fuck no. He avoided them as best as he could - considering that their posters hung in every window it wasn't that easy to do.

Lute landed next to Adam, she was visibly excited about something so the first man stopped with a sigh and turned around to look at her, “Sir, have you heard about Divine Fuck-Ups?” Adam growled as he gave Lute a nod, “Bitch, their posters are everywhere, how could I fucking not?” Lute simply rolled her eyes at him, “Yeah well, the other exorcists won't shut up about how good they are so,” the exorcist pulled out two concert tickets. Adam looked down at her, his expression a mix between hatred and betrayal. Had Lute seriously bought two tickets to a different band's concert? Especially when that band was playing in his fucking area on his fucking main stage? Apparently she fucking did. “You bought fucking tickets,” Adam grumbled, pointing out the most obvious thing ever. “The concert is tonight, I'll pick you up so we won't be late.” And it was not like Adam could have disagreed with her, Lute was onto something and the brunette was pretty sure she'd move mountains to get his ass to that concert.

-

The concert was… different than what Adam had expected it to be, the crowd was loud and wild, there were multiple mosh pits and none of their fans stood still for even the finest moment, they were constantly moving, vibing, enjoying their music to the brim. The first man had to admit: he was impressed by that. The only thing that bothered him was, that Lute had picked him up so fucking late that they were basically behind the massive crowd, enjoying the concert from the distance which also meant even though Adam was tall, he wasn't seeing shit.

So he simply grabbed Lute's wrist and pulled her with him as he made his way through the crowd, careful not to hurt anyone. Because while he was all for rock ‘n’ roll, the most rock thing to do was to watch out for each other at concerts, a rule he had learned very early.

He had somehow managed to make it to the front row, Lute by his side as he finally laid eyes on you for the first time. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, it was soaked in sweat just like the rest of your body - that was probably the reason why you were shirtless, wearing nothing but a black jeans vest with golden spikes on its shoulders. Your arm was wrapped around the waist of your background singer and you and him shared a microphone as you growled the lyrics of Lute's favorite song.

The background singer that had been in your arm only moments ago, was now dropping to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hips and wiggling them, his face only a couple centimeters away from your crotch, before he quickly got up again. Holy fuck that was hot. Adam was visibly mesmerized by your performance, not just the singing, growling and shouting but the way you owned that stage. The way you made the people go wild, your harmony with your band mates was a once in a lifetime sorta bond and the first man loved everything about it.

The song ended and you breathed heavily into your microphone. “Make some noise for Cove,” you yelled only to lick the man's jaw, Cove - the background singer that had gone down on you during your performance - was enjoying it, a little too much to Adam's liking but who was he to judge? Well he was the first man, that's who he was. “Okay, whatcha say to one more fucking song?” The crowd screamed and cheered, demanding the offered song like it was their air to breathe, shit even Lute screamed at the top of her lungs. Her white hair was all messy, her clothes clung to her body due to her sweating so much and she looked like she had one hell of a time.

The guitarist played the first three cords and the people around Adam were cheering, clapping and whistling. Then the drummer joined in and so did the bassist. Then your voice echoed through the air and Adam felt like he was in trance, all he needed was your voice and your body.

He wasn't able to dance, to enjoy the music, all he was hearing was your angelic sounding voice, it was enchanting through and through. The way you were moving your body held him in a chokehold, the amount of control you must have had over every single muscle was pure bliss in his eyes. He didn't even realize that the last song had ended and that you had just spoken your goodbyes, that's how lost he had been in your voice.

He really didn't understand why but everything inside of him was screaming to get to you, to make you his, to have you. Where those thoughts came from he didn't know, he wasn't gay after all but fuck you had looked hot on stage, better than any woman could have.

-

Don't ask him how, but he had managed to get a backstage pass once the concert had ended, it definitely had its advantages to be the first man. So there he was, waiting for you to arrive and once the door opened his eyes were basically glued onto you. “Hey there babes,” a cocky, confident smirk was on his lips as he pulled his mask off his head. You gave him a quick glance out of the corner of your eye as you walked over to your dresser, “So you're the bitch who thought of him as important enough to get backstage even though my team told ya no, huh?” Adam tilted his chin upwards as if that was something to accomplish, something to be proud of, “The one fucking and only.” You just rolled your eyes at his answer as you turned around to face him properly, “Listen, if you wanna hook up, now's a bad time. I have to get ready for another gig in just a couple of hours on the other side of heaven, be a fucking babe and leave, okay?” Oh but the brunette wasn't planning to, not now, not when he had the person he desired right in front of him. He walked over to you, his hand was quick to grab you by your hip and pull you in, the first man leaned down a little and murmured, “Oh babes, no need to act like you're fucking hard to get, I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

And that actually caused you to chuckle, because the confidence was so fucking wrong. You had just told him no and yet he acted like he was the man of your dreams. “Cutie,” your finger slid down his chest and stopped at his sternum, tapping him there harshly as your voice dropped an octave and your expression shifted to seriousness, “I do men, not boys. Come back when you decide to act like one.” And fuck, that did things to Adam, things he would never be able to admit to, not fully at least. Because you were acting like hot shit and for the first time he wasn't annoyed by it. Because you were hot shit, fuck probably the hottest shit he had ever laid eyes onto. “Now move your pretty ass out of my dressing room, babes,” you gave the first man one last sweet smile, your finger traced along his jaw and he leaned into every bit of touch he got from you. His eyes were clouded and for the first time in very fucking long it wasn't just lust that fogged up his mind, but interest and maybe even love.

[pinkthrone445]

~The promise we couldn't keep ~

Pairing:Brienne of tarth x Reader

Warnlings : (+18) None I think. When you see this 🤟, it means that they are speaking in sign language.

Gender: mostly fluff, a little bit of hurt.

Summary:Brienne abd you we're friends since childhood but life gets you through differents paths.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ❤️

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For as long as you could remember knowing Brienne, she was always taller than you, stronger than you, braver than you. She was meant to be a warrior and you were meant to be a queen, but that didn't affect your friendship, when you were alone, she was just like you, just a girl with dreams and hopes.

The two of you grew up side by side, you being trained to rule and she to protect, when you were alone in your room, you taught her how to be a lady and she how to defend yourself. Brienne was your best friend, she told everything, she told you about all the men she fell in love with and you just said that you didn't want to date anyone, even though the truth was that you were in love with her, but you knew it wouldn't be reciprocated. Brienne liked people with power, princes or governors, she had good taste to be honest, but their taste were limited to men only.

Your heart contracted every time you had to hear how she fell in love with someone new, how you wished that the young woman would speak so adoringly of you, how you wished that those eyes would look only at you, that those arms would hold you at night and embrace you during the day.

A lot of times you praised her and said nice things to her. You always insisted that the islands of Tarth did not bear the nickname of the Sapphire Island because of the color of its waters, but because of the pure color of her eyes. You always said that if you looked into her eyes for too long, you would drown in the depth and feeling you saw in them. But Brienne just laughed, saying that you were such a casanova and loved to say silly things, she never believed you.

Even when you told her you loved her, she just laughed, saying she loved you too, even though you knew it wasn't in the same way as you did.

Brienne quickly fell in love with the boys but never did anything to be with them, so it was up to you to listen to how much she felt for them, how in love she was and how impossible it was for them to pay attention to her. Twelve, so far Brienne had told you about twelve different boys throughout your life. You listened to her talk about each of them and comforted her every time as she cried. You understood her more than she imagined, you were also in love with her and it was impossible for her to pay attention to you. Every time she told you about a new boy, you waited until she was gone to cry in your bed.

When you were kids, Brienne and you promised to be together forever and you honestly thought it would be that way, and that if any of you broke that promise, it would be her the one to do it going after some love of hers. You constantly thought about that, the promise and the reasons there would be to break it. Could it be that one day she would leave you to marry someone else? Or maybe you'd leave her so you wouldn't hurt yourself anymore by her side. The truth is that you didn't know what would hurt more, a life by her side but without being with her or a life away from her. The truth is that you could never leave her or walk away from her no matter how much you wanted to. You never imagined a future without her, in all your dreams Brienne was included... That was until your father called you into the boardroom to discuss some things, things that would change your life forever and make you break the promise and your heart in the process.

That night, you went to Brienne's room to spend time with her like every night, she was talking non-stop but your head was somewhere else, you barely listened to her, you just wanted to cry. Everything felt overwhelming, being with her these moments was overwhelming...

-"And this king visited us, he's so beautiful, his name is Renly, you should have seen him, he was gorgeous! I don't know why you're never present when invited kings come, they're so beautiful..." - she talked but you couldn't liste to her anymore

-"Shut up Brienne, please..."-You whispered teary-eyed and rubbed your face with your hands. The blonde looked at you surprised, you had never stopped her, you always said you loved listening to her voice. She looked into your watery eyes and worried

-"Hey... What's going on?"-she asked

-"I... I can't stand this anymore, I'm tired... I'm sad and tired of listening how you talk about other people, I'm tired of putting up with things I've wanted to tell you for years, things that burn me inside, things that make me sick for not saying them. And this is my last chance to be sincere and honest, and if I don't, I will hate myself eternally..."-You muttered playing with your hands nervously, you were about to have a nervous breakdown

-"What are you talking about? What's going on?" - She asked and sat down next to you on her bed, watching you attentively

-"I... I'm your best friend, we've been friends for years, for as long as I can remember we've always been together. You're always with me and I'm always with you, I'm your handkerchief of tears of unrequited love. My shoulder has a special place for you to lay your head on when your crying won't stop. You always stare at me and ask me why life is so cruel with your feelings and I just hug you and comfort you every time. You ask me for a thousand tips to protect your heart and I always promise that next time I will make sure it doesn't happen again... But what you don't know is that I would like to be that for whom you stay awake and despair, I would like to be that cry, the one that comes from your soul. I would like to be the one for whom you will wake up excited, I would like you to live always in love with me... When you talk about your loved ones, you stare at me and and always ask me if something is happening to me when I sigh listening to you, but if you knew that I was dying and that I wanted to tell you what I feel every time, but I was afraid that you would reject me and that only in my mind would you live forever, 'cause I'd rather live in pain than have a life without you ... How I wished that your sighs of love were for me, that your looks and your laughter were for me, that your love was mine... I always wondered what it would have been like to be loved by you, to have a love reciprocated, I always wondered what it would be like to sleep in your arms instead of being alone in bed, crying until I feel sleep thinking about you... But... I think it doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter that I'm saying this, that my love isn't reciprocated or that you would walk away from me... None of this matters anymore because I'm going to other lands, to marry a man I don't love, a man I don't even know, to bring children into the world for him, to serve and obey him. None of this matters because my father told me that I have an arranged marriage and I'm leaving tomorrow... It doesn't matter anymore, but if I didn't vent, I'd die one day from the grief and shame of never letting you know how many years I've loved you and how many more I'll love you even if we don't see each other anymore. Even if we are thousands of miles apart, even if I am married with a man, even if my feelings are not reciprocated, even if you don't love me back, my heart will stay here, with you."-You sighed without looking at her, on one side you felt relief to finally speak, but on the other, you felt incredible pain, you knew that no matter how she responded, this would be a goodbye.

-"You... You what?" - She asked, trying to process it all

-"I love you..."-you whispered, you didn't mind hiding your tears anymore, they were running uncontrollably down your cheeks

-"No, no that, you're leaving?..."-she asked with pain, You felt pain too, you had the small hope that she did care about your confession, but apparently she only cared that you were leaving

-"Yes... In a few hours... I..."-Your speech was cut short when your maid entered Brienne's room looking for you-"I have to go pack..." - you whispered without looking at her and hugged her tightly still crying, Brienne hugged you tightly against her body still bewildered and not understanding what was happening.

As you packed your things, you constantly stared at the door hoping she would come to see you or say something, at least to say goodbye, but she never came to see you. When you were already on the ship you lost your last hope when they set sail and she never showed up. You didn't know what you were expecting, maybe that she would beg you to stay, that maybe your love would be reciprocated or that she would just say goodbye to you, but that didn't happen. Your friend of years, of all life, didn't even come to say goodbye to you.

As soon as you arrived at your new home, the wedding took place, he was a young and loving prince, affectionate and delicate, you knew that for an arranged marriage, you had been very lucky with the partner who you got. It would have been the perfect match if it wasn't for the fact that your love was on the other side of the ocean, your heart, torn to pieces, was left with her.

The years began to pass, years in which you sent letters to Brienne, hoping for an answer, to know something about her, to know if she missed you or at least thought of you as you did, but you never got an answer, and after a few more years, you stopped insisting. The only thing you knew about her was news from your soldiers or your parents when they came to visit, Brienne left the lands of Tarth to go and serve other masters, she had become a strong knight and had gone on with her life as if you had never been important or relevant to her.

You also continued your life, carrying out your duties as queen, giving the king a son, managing the country and its people. You were very good at your position, the country was overflowing with riches and was fruitful thanks to your leadership, the king commanded the army and you the country, the people respected you more than him. In many places you were called the ice queen because you never give nobody a smile, no matter how many riches you achieved, how many battles you won or how good you were to the habitants of the kingdom, your face and tone of voice were always kept controlled and serious. The habitants knew very clear that your marriage to the king was simply convenience for the kingdom, that you respected him but did not love him and would never love him.

On the other side of the ocean, after seven years of knighting, Brienne had to go as the queen's representative to make an alliance, she had to go to a brimming and prosperous kingdom, with an immense and powerful army. Brienne knew very well where she should go, she knew that you were reigning in that place and that she had to see you after seven years. She insisted on sending another representative, but the queen insisted that it should be her.

When the blonde arrived with her army in your kingdom, the king greeted her with a hearty banquet. During the whole dinner, you didn't show up, only the king talked to her. As there were still details to be ironed out, the blonde and her men stayed a couple of days in the place. For several days the only thing she heard from you were the whispers of the castle maids. It wasn't until the third day that he saw you pass through the boardroom, your expression completely serious and cold, your dress and crown perfectly placed, your decisive steps and your head held high. A little boy followed you like the tail follows the dog, holding your hand and running little runs every now and then to keep up with you. Brienne knew you'd heard she was in the castle, but you didn't even give her a glance. She quickly stood up from where she was and started following you

-(Y/N) hey!-she spoke in a powerful voice but you didn't turn around, the only thing that stopped you was that the king called you too, very gracefully you turned facing the two of them

-"My queen, I would like to introduce you to our next allies, she is Brienne, the commander of the army" - Your husband spoke, and you just glanced sideways at Brienne, not letting go of your son's hand and not changing your serious expression

-"A pleasure lady Brienne" - You muttered under your breath and the blonde bowed slightly- "Now, if you'll excuse me, my son and I have things to do" - You muttered and turned to go on your way

-"You must excuse my wife, she is a serious woman of few words"-the king commented to the blonde who was still watching where you had gone. He didn't even know you, you weren't really like that, you had the sweetest smile and the most contagious laugh, and the way your eyes sparkled when you said something that moved you was the most beautiful thing, Brienne knew those things because she did know you.

More days passed and Brienne noticed how you were avoiding her on purpose, you didn't even show up to eat most of the time, the king apologized for your behavior, but she didn't care what he said.

After eating Brienne saw how you were training your son in the garden, you still had the same grace and quickness with the sword as when you were children. The blonde looked at your movements for a while, paying attention to them, and how you smiled at your son when he made a good defense, how she missed your smile... Your seriousness quickly returned to your face when you saw her standing there watching you, without saying a single word, your son grabbed his sword and went to clean up a bit. The blonde took this as a sign to get closer to you

-"Your child doesn't talk much, and neither do you, and to think that not even the king himself could silence you before"-Brienne joked and you put your swords in their place

-"My son has been deaf since birth, he only speaks in signs and I speak to him the same way, or there are times when he reads lips... What are you still doing in my palace? Your men already withdrew a couple of days ago and the alliance is made, you have no reason to be here"-You spoke seriously while keeping your distance from her

-"I was looking forward to spending some time with you... Like the old days, talking about a little bit of everything" - she whispered hopefully

-"We're not little girls anymore, we're not friends either, I don't have anything to tell you, I have no reason to speak to you"-you answered dryly

-"Why do you act like we don't know each other, like we haven't been friends for years?" - she asked

-"Because we have changed, many years have passed and the things you thought you knew about me no longer exist. I'm not the same anymore, you don't know me anymore"-You responded angrily- "I tried to keep in touch with you, maybe if you had answered even once, our friendship would still stand, but that's over now. We're not friends anymore and I don't want to see you again."-You walked past her to go inside the castle but she grabbed your hand

-"You know, the morning you left, I had prepared everything to go with you, after you confessed I realized that I had never tried to move forward with anyone I was attracted to because no one could be like you, at first I thought I was doing it because my love would not be reciprocated by them because I am not very graceful, but I didn't really try anything because they weren't you. And I had to listen to your confession to realize that I was in love with you, a love that I was mistaken for friendship...But that morning, when I went to the port to meet you, the ship had sailed earlier than agreed, and you were already gone. I decided to look for a ship that would take me to where you were, but a crow arrived in the kingdom announcing that your marriage to the prince was already official, I realized that it took me a long time to decipher my feelings and it was too late to go looking for you...I didn't answer any of your letters because it hurt so much to think that you now belonged to someone else and that I had been too foolish to realize earlier what I felt"-Brienne whispered and you let go of her grip

-"Did it hurt you a lot? How do you think I felt? They took me out of my home to bring me to a place I didn't know, my family stayed in Tarth and I was left here alone, married to a man I didn't know. I didn't care about my confession of love anymore, I just needed my best friend to comfort me and you disappeared. You can't come here and pretend like nothing happened when you abandoned me when I needed you most"-You ended up shouting your last words and then went to your chambers.

Brienne stayed in the garden and was frightened when the king spoke to her, he had heard everything

-"It was always very clear to me that she didn't love me, but I never imagined that it was because she loved a woman..."-he talked

-"I'm so sorry my king, I didn't mean to...-she tried to apologize but he stopped her

-"She's an excellent queen, the people loves here and the country has never been so powerful. But to be honest, she isn't a very good wife, do you know how many times she made it clear to me that having sex was only to fulfill her duty as a wife, only to give me a heir... She doesn't even kiss me or hold my hand, when we're alone, we only talk about the realm and politics, nothing personal... She despise me because I took her chance to be happy and in love... Our son's name is Brian, she said she named him that because it reminded her of someone she missed a lot, now that I know your name, I know she named it that way for you... Even though she's angry, she's still in love with you. Every morning she writes letters for "her life", that's how she signs them and always says that she left her life behind, she always writes for you but she never sends them, she just keeps them... She's still missing you, she's just too proud to let go of her anger to let you know that... But I know that if you apologize to her, things will work out...-The king spoke, looking at the woman as she got surprised

-"My king, I would never overlook your marriage just to pursue a clandestine love" - she said and the king laughed

-"She's miserable next to me, and even though she doesn't love me, I want her to be happy. You have my blessing to be together as long as the people of the kingdom don't find out. You have to maintain the reputation of marriage in front of people... But inside the palace, you can do whatever you want, I won't get in the way... So take advantage of this opportunity and go fix things as soon as possible"-The king smiled and walked away slowly, letting Brienne think of a way to set things right and win you over.

The next day Brienne organized a small picnic with the help of the castle maids. A servant told you that the king needed to see you and your son in the palace gardens, but when you arrived, Brienne was waiting for you, not the king. You were about to turn around and leave with your son until you saw that she started talking to your son in signs

🤟"Hello, my name is Brienne and I have known your mother since we were children, I have missed her a lot and I wanted you both to tell me how you have been, that's why I prepared this picnic, would you like to stay?" 🤟- You were surprised at how clearly Brienne was signing, your son looked at all the food and nodded excitedly sitting on the blanket and eating cookies

-"Using my son and cookies to keep me should be considered treason"-you murmured to the blonde and sat down next to your son. Brienne handed your boy a notebook and brushes and he painted amusedly. -"Why did you bring us here?"

-"I still remember..."-she whispered

-"What?"-You looked at her in confusion

-"I still remember that night, where we hid in the throne room, eating cookies and thinking about our future. I remember the promise we made, no matter where fate takes us or the miles that separated us, we would always be friends... I know I failed by not answering you, but that doesn't mean I didn't think of you... Still, after all these years I remember your laughter, your perfume, I remember how you would steal my blouses when you thought I didn't see you and then wear them to sleep. I still remember how you’d be there for me, through both the thick and the thin, I remember our inside jokes, I remember and miss every minute we spent together... I miss you, I miss my best friend, I miss feeling my heart pounding every time you hold me, I miss laughing and crying with you... I made a lot of mistakes, the first one was letting you go, but the past can't be changed, we can only forge our future... And I don't want a future where I don't have you... I miss you so much... I love you...so so much..."-She whispered the last part and you sighed

-"Brienne, We can't define the future either, I have a path to follow and you have one too, I'm a queen, I'm a mother now, I can't just leave everything to go back to the way things were before, we're not kids anymore, everything has changed... We've changed..."-you said sadly

-"The king gave me his blessing, he gave it to both of us, as long as we keep our affairs within the castle, we are free to live as we wish. I don't know if you still love me, but from the day you left, my love for you just continued to grow... I just want a chance to revive our friendship and see what happens from there, I won't pressure or push us to do anything that doesn't happen on its own. I just want my best friend back, these years without you were torture..."- She spoke looking into your eyes with sincerity

-"I...I think" - You started talking but your son touched your shoulder getting your attention, he showed you the drawing he had been painting

-🤟It's me, you and your friend Brienne eating cookies and painting together, I like her🤟-Your child said in signs smiling

-🤟It's beautiful my boy🤟-You answered and then looked at Brienne-"I think we could try to be friends again..."-You replied and the blonde smiled taking your hand with great joy-"How did you learn to sign fast?" - You asked her

-I only learned that phrase so I could communicate with him, your husband taught me and I was practicing all night, I would like to learn more so I can talk to him, if you could teach me I would be very grateful" she whispered and you nodded smiling

-🤟I still love you and it makes me so happy to have you around again🤟-you sign smiling and looking her in the eye

-""What does that mean?" she asked with confusion

-"It's something you'll understand in time" you replied with a laugh.

[fumifooms]

Marcille & Chilchuck contrasts & similarities

Yesterday in the Dunmeshi Discord we talked about narrative foils and I ended up writing a lot about my fave duo so. Informal character analysis time. I give some in-depth interpretations on aspects of Chilchuck’s character near the end as well, not just analyzing their characters in how they contrast each other

Marcille and Chil are so foils to me. "Has experienced loss through death and now clings onto the people around her and is overly interested in engaging in social gossip" vs "has experienced loss through rejection and now refuses to open up to anyone until socially starved", both are responding to their experience with loss in fully different ways, socializing and trying to learn all she can for the short time she has with others but trying to keep digestible enough that she’s not too attached if she loses them, vs refusing to socialize so the problem stops before it begins but eventually unable to resist the pull that comes with being a social creature. Like I guess what I’m trying to say is that Marcille engaging with social gossip could be a shallow way for her to vicariously experience social relationships if she feels like forming deep bonds is unsafe. Family is a core motivation and value for them but in different ways. Both want to keep the status quo but in different ways.

Divorcee who avoids love wether it be in the people around him or thinking about his own (past?) romance vs hopeless romantic that idealizes love without herself having been in a relationship or even in love herself as far as we know. Middle child vs only child. Emotional constipation vs emotional intelligence. Streets savvy vs prestigious academic, field experience vs book smarts. Crass vs prim. Overbearingly social vs private to a fault. Never externalizes his feelings and to a degree represses them vs wears her heart on her sleeve and her feelings on her face. They start out underestimating each other in different ways, one by assuming his age and the other by undermining her skills, experience and willpower. Both seeing each other’s motives as somewhat skewed (money and research of shady magic respectively) but growing to respect them.

They also both seek approval and validation from others, unlike Senshi and even Laios who don’t seem to care about outside perception as much, Marcille worries early on that she’s not helpful enough and slowing the party down meanwhile Chilchuck is almost always trying to prove a point early on that he’s capable and mature. Coincidentally enough, Chilchuck’s approval was both the catalyst and the key to resolving her arc about it in the mandrake chapter, meanwhile besides Senshi Marcille is the one whose perception of Chilchuck gets the most changed over the course of the whole manga. Something else notable is how they deal differently with their races being judged, while Chilchuck reaffirms himself as a proud half-foot, Marcille hides her half-elf nature and is embarrassed of it when it’s revealed. Something subtle yet interesting is also how they both are shown to prefer lying in a way that makes them look bad rather than admitting ignorance on something. Chilchuck says that he cheated on his wife and that’s why she left rather than just saying that he doesn’t know why she did. Marcille in the mandrake chapter says that she has used a dog to harvest mandrakes (thus killing it) before while in truth she never has, and everyone including herself is like "That’s horrible… The poor dog!"

Their dad dies. Chil is like "Hm. Cool. Anyways he died doing smth he loved right so haha lemme drink myself into an early death bed too yolo 🔥🤟" vs "He died and it shattered my world and I must devote all my life to wiping death out of existence".

"I am going to knowingly shorten my lifestyle through unhealthy habits actually."

Problem solving approaches

One thing I love about them is how they have complete opposite approaches to problem solving. Besides striving for workers’ rights and job stability for halflings with an union, he’s very "laissez-faire". He won’t do the righteous thing just because it’s the right thing if he doesn’t have an incentive or a safety net, like going to save Falin. He doesn’t chase after his wife to talk it out and make amends, he gives her space and either hopes she’ll talk when she’s ready or figures that he shouldn’t try to do anything about it. He doesn’t mention the mimic he noticed to the others to not make a big deal out of it and hopefully it won’t come up again. He’s a "if the glass is half-full that’s fine enough for me, I don’t need things to be as good as they could be" type, a "leave it alone until it figures itself out" type.

Marcille? Marcille is idealistic and in-your-face. If there is an issue you better believe Marcille will address it and try her hardest to fix it, will talk it out and attempt to understand & strive to make things as best possible for everyone involved. She will FORCE you to talk about your FEELINGS wether you like it or NOT. Leaving it alone? Keeping things as just okay when they could be great instead? No no no no no, that’s not right, she’s going to try and fix it now. She will make you stand up and fight for the best that your life could be, to be honest when something bothers you and do something about it, will make you stop suppressing yourself because you’re scared of things getting worse.

Which, you know, both methods certainly have their pros and cons, but they’re very complimentary in that way. He grounds her into a more down to earth mindset and teaches by example that it’s okay if things don’t necessarily work out and moving on is possible and not necessarily miserable, while she encourages him to not give up so fast or stay quiet on things that bother so much. He soothes and she emboldens 🔥 Funny, because you could have thought it would’ve been the contrary, which is not untrue either, but he’s the "has experienced the harshness of life and has settled for something comfortable but modest" while she’s the "wants to make the world better and goes to great lengths to change it while still trying to find herself & uncomfortable with some aspects of life like loss".

One overly focuses on dealing with issues by changing things around her while the other overly focuses on only changing himself.

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Chilchuck leaves things alone if he thinks they’re best left unaddressed or thinks they’ll work itself out. Like the mimic he didn’t tell the group about but it backfired later. Like how he didn’t chase after his wife or seemingly tried to contact her at all. Like how he prefers not to dig into people’s personal issues in parties and be left alone to deal with his stuff on his own as well.

Meanwhile Marcille is overbearingly in-your-face and loud and "if there’s a problem we’re dishing it out right here right now. Your wife left you?? And you didn’t try to get her back?? I am going to write out a script and a plan for you to apologize and please bring these piles of presents."

She’s secretive about her fair share of things as well but she’s very proactive. While she seeks to research something that’s a core motivation and life goal to her + save someone she deeply cares for Chil is there for his job and to get money and "hey if something happens I’ll have done my part. I took you guys here now you guys figure out the rest and fight the monsters or something". They both like to have a say in the strategy, Chilchuck moreso as time goes on, but Marcille involves herself much more into almost everything.

Espescially early on, they’re always sticking by each other judging Senshi & Laios together and being like "Am I seeing this shit right. They’re crazy right? Tell me I’m not the only one here with common sense" and forming a 🤝 relationship over it and considering that, it sometimes feel… Contradicting? How they also have a lot of conflict together over time about how different they truly are. But it’s interesting and nice to see how even though they do have arguments it always gets resolved pretty promptly, like they’re truly hashing it out as equals and then when that’s done they’re back to being on the same wavelength. The exception would be Marcille taking a long time to come around on Chil being old, but arguments and debates like the one on dark magic and if it’s okay or wrong to use it, which was pretty serious and not just banter? They came to find a middle ground or at least understanding, and it didn’t seem to lower the respect they hold for another afterwards.

Chilchuck’s repressing habit

I do think Chilchuck has a repressed thing where he doesn’t WANT to think about it about his feelings sometimes, like with his wife- and maybe with his father? But the way he was so casual and nonchalant about his father dying has always struck me. I’m not sure if this is a "my feelings on my father were mixed and complicated at best" thing or a "I just don’t want to spend time thinking about it" thing or something else, but it gives food for thought.

When it comes to alcohol there’s this saying where an alcoholic parent will have 2 kids and one will grow to be alcoholic too while the other will never even touch a drop of alcohol and both when asked why will say "I watched my father". Chilchuck is def the first I think. He gives the vibe of "An alcoholic parent puts a strain on familial relationships?? Pshh, my father was and look at me! I turned out great!" Which is something I’ve heard irl lol which always makes you go like 👀 yes indeed you’re perfectly well-adjusted and haven’t been affected by your father’s alcoholism at all it’s clear as day. On that topic, Chilchuck’s family, both currently and when he was a kid, are very interesting topics to theorize about with the hints and cues we have, how his wife truly felt and what happened for her to feel unappreciated enough to leave, how distant is he from his daughters if they haven’t seen each other in the same year either and Flertom was the only one to send him a letter? But that’s a topic for another day

Chilchuck probably has such a complex…. Of like not being… Like allowed to take space I guess? And he does wish to affirm that right, he takes space and asks for it so very overtly, he formed a half-foot guild to demand better working conditions as one of the biggest examples of that. He grew up poor and undermined but he knows that he’s capable and someone worthy of respect and demands it, and takes every opportunity to prove himself. But on the other end, he doesn’t seem to want to keep his hopes up in general, like asking for something to be better is bound to fail, that it’d be too good to be true. He tries to keep out of where his job doesn’t need him, from a sense of efficiency that cuts down on unnecessary stops but also because he just thinks it isn’t his place to do so. It strikes me that it’s hinted that like… He doesn’t even really consider the possibility of going to his wife and trying to mend the relationship. Like it’s either she’ll decide to take him back on her own or he’ll be left out in the cold waiting, never knowing just where he’s truly at with her and if things are over for good. Like… Shooting his shot and making his case doesn’t even register as an option? Like he’s not worth fighting for, like whatever he did wouldn’t change her opinion anyways?

He def has a "life isn’t like a fairytale where everything goes well" philosophy where sometimes it feels like he just gives up on how things maybe could be better, especially interpersonally. Maybe it’s why he focuses on simple joys like alcohol instead of trying to keep up with relationships which can be complex and very fickle, in his own words. Something like alcohol is predictable, always there to fall back on, safe, gives him sensations without other emotional/social risks attached. Ironic for someone whose job is all about risks, but understandable

He contradicts even himself… Bro yes you’re capable, yes you’re great, yes you matter, now maybe speak about your feelings maybe??? Or do you not think your emotional issues deserve to get fixed and have closure???? Are you so used to being dismissed, overlooked and undermined that you think no one will listen even if you speak up?? And this recontextualize his "I’m not even gonna try and talk this issue out because I know (assume) that it won’t solve anything anyways" approach, doesn’t it.

"I must break my party members’ stuff or lie to them because if I just tell them my opinion and my feelings that I don’t want them to die they won’t care anyways and keep going"

In a way everyone is the glue of the party in different ways, Laios giving the group a direction and a plan, Senshi keeping them fed and grounded, Marcille making everyone more social and encouraging bonds to form, and for Chilchuck he’s the one most focused on actually keeping everyone alive I think.

Conclusion

Idk I’m not gonna repeat every point but have this as a parting contrast:

Guy with shortest lifespan possible who doesn’t mind knowingly shortening his own with an unhealthy habit, here for a good time not a long time, VS girl with longest lifespan possible who wants to lengthen everyone’s life, who focuses on how long she can keep something or someone rather than how happy her time with it has made her already. They’re both loud in their own way, and both are still insecure despite appearances. In a way, both of them focus on taking care of others while overlooking their own demons.

[linkspooky]

Helloooo I finished the first part of your jjk fic!!

I FLIPPING LOVED IT FUCK I MUST READ THE OTHER PARTS DAYUM I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS

First of all, thank goodness Michi didn't die at the end of this first part (God bless Geto for this, man. I was tempted to stop reading if Michi died bruh😭)

I love a lot Michi, and for me, he's part of the jjk cast (at least in my heart idc😔🤟). He fits perfectly in its world. His backstory, the themes he brought to the plot, how much you can get from him when you compare him with either Gojo or Geto.

I just know you love your oc for the way you wrote him, links. You crafted his character with a lot of care, and there's nothing more beautiful to me, as a reader, than an author pouring all their love and passion to their characters and story (Wether it's fanfic or not this level of care on your writing speaks volumes about you as a writer! Keep writing. There are people who appreciate it a lot :D)

All the metaphors meticulously placed to subtly hint you what you wanted to portray for each character and also as a way for foreshadowing. I just love that level of care in media. It makes you want to reread it again and make sure you didn't let any detail slip on you first read.

From chap. 5 what I liked the most, aside from the convo between Gojo and Utahime, which showed Gojo's more sensitive side with that touch of sarcasm so you don't take him as seriously because hey, he's still Gojo The Strongest!

Geto and Michi had a very insightful convo. They are almost parallels, but they differ on one aspect you already explained to me in another ask I sent you:

Michi confronted Geto. Right in front of his face. The world had already warned Geto with Riko's death in the hands of a mere "monkey."

Someone sensitive, like Geto, would not survive in the world of Jujutsu. You can not save everyone when not even your life holds any value to the ones on top in charge of protecting you.

Toji showed him that. Work is work. It doesn't matter whether you have strength and honest reasons to save people. You could still die at the hands of the same ones you risk your life to protect, and the world would still spin.

That broke Geto and eventually caused his breakup with Gojo because Geto realised that he was weak. That he did care. He never forgot Riko like Gojo. He felt guilty for letting his feelings overwhelm him and ruin his relationship with Gojo. He started to understand that compassion and empathy were a weakness. Those feelings were the reason he got so careless. It was his fault that Riko died:

Geto is a very tragic character. He can't help but feel everything. Feel for everyone. If he notices, he'll make time to listen to you and ease your pain as much as possible even if that means sacrificing himself for you... and Michi noticed that because they were similar. Michi found Geto as precious as Geto found Riko as such:

This part of chap.5 made me wonder if Michi could have caught feelings for Geto (maybe one-sided). Since their first interactions, I always thought they could have had something if the circumstances were different and, well... if Gojo wasn't there intervening lol.

(Maybe it's just me that I want them to be together. I know well that Geto and Gojo were made for eachother :)

Michi, despite his jealousy towards Gojo, he cared for both in his own way. I feel like what Michi was trying to with this whole plan (what a plot wist btw I gasped when I read it) aside from getting rid of Gojo he tried to "spare" Geto from his deplorable mental state by making him accept the reality of their line of work (like a twisted act of love?👀) but chose not to just like Gojo chose to avoid getting any closer to Geto once he realised that he was weaker than him to protect him.

Geto is too precious to be corrupted by any of them, so Michi couldn't bring himself to "steal" Geto from Gojo and "enlighten" him with the harsh reality of being in the Jujutsu world.

If someone had to change, it was Geto himself by his own will and... so he did on chap.7 when he was once again reminded of how little their lives meant if they weren't as strong as Gojo.

After Gojo vs. Michi's fight, Michi is left defeated on the ground without his eyes. He asks for a last request: to be killed by Geto instead of Gojo.

I think it was a very smart decision to pick Geto instead of Gojo to do the job. Gojo would have killed Michi in less than seconds. Gojo didn't care about a weaklings' life who were just on his way.

Forgetting the dead ones is a necessity. A self-defense mechanism to keep them attached to their jobs more efficiently.

Sorcerers were meant to sacrifice their humanity to safe people, and once they die, they're ready to be forgotten and replaced by other sorcerers. It was a cycle.

Their lives are cheap, just like the lives of the prostitutes Michi was so defensive with.

Those women were doing their job, just like Gojo, Geto, and Michi, but they could die in the hands of anyone any day and then... the blame would fall on them for being "weak, because "they were looking for it when they got in the industry. " Lastly, they'd be forgotten and replaced with other prostitutes.

How different were those prostitutes from Gojo and the rest of the sorcerers? Risking their bodies for the sake of someone else's pleasure (the higher ups), accepting being dehumanised for a salary... They're not really that different, are they?

(I fear that was peak literature, links🫡)

Geto didn't kill Michi because he knew that Gojo could have killed both of them if he wanted... and he wouldn't have cared after doing so because he was programmed like that. He programmed himself like that to function in such a world.

At that moment, Gojo embodied the Jujutsu world's philosophy, and Geto knew that. Geto realised, once again, that he was weak compared to him. He was just one of those prostitutes, like Michi. Geto was, unlike Gojo, too weak to kill Michi.

Another detail that could be coincidence:

"Why does the story begin with the prostitute dying?"

That's funny (not really). At the beginning of jjk, the original story, first season, Geto, had already died by that time we just didn't know yet...

Thank you for this amazing first part of your fic links. I'll soon read the rest parts too. Idk if I'll be able to keep doing this asks all the time due to college, but I may send you an ask gushing about your writing from time to time! :p

Again ty for answering me and sorry again for bombarding you with this kind of yap sessions lmao

I hope you're doing well!💞

(Michi's official design just for you. He 's 29 in this not 18, he grew up from a Twink into a Mommy).

First of all, thank goodness Michi didn't die at the end of this first part (God bless Geto for this, man. I was tempted to stop reading if Michi died bruh😭) I love a lot Michi, and for me, he's part of the jjk cast (at least in my heart idc😔🤟). He fits perfectly in its world. His backstory, the themes he brought to the plot, how much you can get from him when you compare him with either Gojo or Geto.

Michi is baiscally immortal. In the sense that his entire story revolves around the fact that prostitutes are treated like they're completely expendable by both our society, and also most of fiction. Michi the son of a prostitute and another victim of sexual abuse stubbornly refuses to die, because in this version his little life in worth something.

I'm glad you liked him. Michi is basically someone I created to characterize Gojo, by one being a narrator observing Gojo from the outside, but two being an unreliable narrator to illustrate that there's really no understanding Gojo the best you get as a reader is Michi's interpretation of Gojo which is heavily biased and flawed because of Michi's own projections and jealousies towards him.

However, Michi just kind of became a character of his own and left the role of Narrator. That's why I don't describe what Michi looks like at all until his conversation with Geto where he sees his reflection, like oh yeah, he's a person with a face. He has an identity of his own he's not just a pair of eyes watching Gojo. Michi himself is just a tertiary character in Geto and Gojo's narrative because he's observing from the outside but he's still his own person with his own story to tell.

Geto and Michi had a very insightful convo. They are almost parallels, but they differ on one aspect you already explained to me in another ask I sent you: Michi confronted Geto. Right in front of his face. The world had already warned Geto with Riko's death in the hands of a mere "monkey." Someone sensitive, like Geto, would not survive in the world of Jujutsu. You can not save everyone when not even your life holds any value to the ones on top in charge of protecting you.

Michi is the midpoint between Geto and Gojo, deeply empathic like Geto and yet unable to relate to his fellow human beings like Gojo even if for completely opposite reasons. However, I do think Michi has given up on the idea that Gojo will ever understand him in spite of the fact that he still feels a lot towards Gojo.

However, Michi still desperately wants to be understood, which is why in spite of acting like a mastermind who wants to entrap both Gojo and Geto in his scheme he goes out of his way to try to explain himself to Geto and try to get Geto to see the world the way he does because Geto is the only person, perhaps in his entire life, that has given any kind of inkling that he might care.

Michi wants to be cared about, but he feels like when his mother died, there was no one else in the world obligated to care for him or take care of him. Geto is just someone who genuinely cares, Michi didn't think people like him still existed in this world.

That broke Geto and eventually caused his breakup with Gojo because Geto realised that he was weak. That he did care. He never forgot Riko like Gojo. He felt guilty for letting his feelings overwhelm him and ruin his relationship with Gojo. He started to understand that compassion and empathy were a weakness. Those feelings were the reason he got so careless. It was his fault that Riko died:

On the other hand I think the reason Michi immediately connected to Geto, is because Geto actually wears his human weakness on his sleeve. Geto's inability to show human weakness is what destroys his friendship with Gojo, especially since Gojo doesn't want to see that weakness in his best friend who is the only person he sees as an equal. On the other hand Michi is attracted to Geto because of his unwavering humanity.

Geto really is too sensitive to survive in this world, and Michi knows that, while Gojo is oblivious to that, but that knowledge just kind of makes Michi find Geto as someone precious. Geto is someone who's actually not all that mentally strong, he's vulernable and weak, and gets hurt because he cares too much and he can't actually just suck it all up and handle the strain of being a sorcerer but those things make him human in michi's eyes. He doesn't want Geto to suck it up and be stronger, he doesn't want Geto to become someone unfeeling and untouchable, to lose his sensitivty and empathy even if both things end up driving him mad. And after the fact, Michi decides to do the opposite of Gojo, and stay by his side and walk the same path as him.

I think simply because Michi wants to protect him. He doesn't want the world to kill this caring person the same way that it killed his mother, even though Geto has completely lost his way.

This part of chap.5 made me wonder if Michi could have caught feelings for Geto (maybe one-sided). Since their first interactions, I always thought they could have had something if the circumstances were different and, well... if Gojo wasn't there intervening lol.

Uh so word of god. Michi is in love with Geto. It's not what you'd consider traditional romantic love, because Michi doesn't really feel romantic love. If I had to compare it to anything it would be Itsuki fell for Sensui.

Loving Geto for being pure as the driven snow and continuing to love him after he fell into despair and became defiled.

I don't think Michi would ever sleep with Geto though even though he sleeps around with men a lot. Not because I'm like Oc X Canon is bad, but because he thinks Geto belongs to Gojo.

aside from getting rid of Gojo he tried to "spare" Geto from his deplorable mental state by making him accept the reality of their line of work (like a twisted act of love?👀) but chose not to just like Gojo chose to avoid getting any closer to Geto once he realised that he was weaker than him to protect him.

Michi's plans definitely shifted halfway through when he connected to Geto so quickly. I think it's like you said, Michi believed he had to show Geto the cruelty of the world. It's that logic that parents sometimes say, "I have to be cruel to you to teach you, because the world won't be easy on you." Also, like Itsuki above I think Michi detected those dark impulses in Geto brewing just under the surface, and wanted to drag them up. Because one, he saw a common spirit in Geto, and two I think he knew Geto was repressing himself so hard he was basically killing himself to function as a cog in society.

I think Michi just wanted Geto to leave cursed society though, he never could have predicted Geto would go on to be a mass murderer, and never would have wanted that to happen. Even if he still stuck by his side after the fact.

After Gojo vs. Michi's fight, Michi is left defeated on the ground without his eyes. He asks for a last request: to be killed by Geto instead of Gojo. I think it was a very smart decision to pick Geto instead of Gojo to do the job. Gojo would have killed Michi in less than seconds. Gojo didn't care about a weaklings' life who were just on his way.

Michi's decision to ask Geto to do it instead of Gojo is simultaneously a calculation (he knew Gojo was going to kill him without hesitation but he was counting on the fact Geto would hesitate) and also a small act of mercy. Even though Gojo would kill him and forget about him soon afterwards, he doesn't think Gojo should be forced to kill his own family member because of how inhuman that act is.

Gojo shouldn't have to get his hands dirty and give away just another piece of his humanity for Jujutsu Society yet again, is Michi's logic.

Those women were doing their job, just like Gojo, Geto, and Michi, but they could die in the hands of anyone any day and then... the blame would fall on them for being "weak, because "they were looking for it when they got in the industry. " Lastly, they'd be forgotten and replaced with other prostitutes. How different were those prostitutes from Gojo and the rest of the sorcerers? Risking their bodies for the sake of someone else's pleasure (the higher ups), accepting being dehumanised for a salary... They're not really that different, are they?

I'm glad you got the metaphor that basically the whole fic was built around. If you like this, it's an idea I explore further with Mei Mei's character in my most recent fic. Basically, Mei Mei like Michi has the same point of view. That Sorcerers are basically prostitutes who sell their body and enter a dangerous line of work where their lives mean nothing for money.

That every sorcerer is an expendable target, and when they die it's their own fault. That the system makes them put themselves in danger, and then blames them for becoming Jujutsu Sorcerers in the first place because they should have known the risk, nevermind how rigged society is against them. How the elders and people in charge do absolutely nothing to protect them.

Anyway, I'm glad you liked the fics and I try just as hard to explore similiar themes in my later fics. I basically like to build each fic around a central idea, like "Don't you hate how prostitutes always die in the beginning of mystery novels?" So I hope since you're such a good reader you'll enjoy the themes of my later fics.

[nightingale2004]

The Marauders next gen: Wolfstar version (Sirius x Remus)

Artemis Hope Lupin

Faceclaim: Diana Silver

Artemis is the firstborn daughter of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black

Her middle name was the name Remus's late mother

Looks a bit like both her dads but takes after more of Sirius's looks and personality

She is fiercely protective of her family

Attends Hogwarts

Gryffindor through and through

Raging bisexual

Quidditch player (beater and chaser)

Inherited Sirius's love for pranks and loves brainstorming with the weasley twins

After Sirius got locked up to Azkaban, Artemis felt like she had to take care of everything, and everyone in her family and be the adult but still a great big sister

Loves going to music record stores and just loves music in general (more specifically, Rock n roll 🤟)

Her patronus is a husky dog

Her favorite subjects are flying, charms, DADA, care for magical creatures, muggle studies, and transfiguration

Doesn't know a lot about Sirius's side of the family other than what she was told and what she has found out about them (she is very nosy and has dug around for information about them)

Has an interest in auto mechanics and engineering

She wears Sirius's old leather jacket

Likes chocolate but prefers sour candy

She is also an animagus, and her form is a husky dog, similar to her patronus

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Caelum Alphard Lupin

Faceclaim: Felix Mallard

The second child and the first son of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black

His middle name came from Sirius's late uncle, Alphard Black

Sirius and Remus got married a year after they graduated from Hogwarts and had their children shortly after

Caelum is more like Remus but takes after Sirius in looks

Caelum is considered quiet, distant, and intelligent. He also considers himself an artistic soul

If you were to ask Caelum, he'd say Artemis was the Sun, and he was the moon

When Sirius was sent to Azkaban, Caelum was only 1 year old, while Artemis was 4.

He vaguely remembered the Potters, but what he did remember was that both his dads loved them and that they would take Caelum and his sister over to the Potters all the time

He is sorted into Slytherin when the hat senses his determination, ambition, and cleverness. He was almost put into Gryffindor, but the hat changed its mind

He is on the quidditch team as a seeker but is not as passionate about it as his older sister

When he was sorted into Slytherin, his sister was worried for him along with their father, but Remus still loved his son but at the same time was afraid of what he would turn into in Slytherin

He is a major choco-holic (prefers dark chocolate)

His patronus is a raven

He also has an animagus form, which is a cat

He once snuck out to Grimmauld place out of curiosity of Sirius's side of the family. And he found out a LOT of information about the Blacks and his late Uncle Regulus and how similar he was to his uncle Regulus in some ways

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Cerys Nova Lupin

Faceclaim: Bailey Bass

Cerys is the adopted daughter of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black

They both adopted her a year before Sirius went to Azkaban, so Nova doesn't remember much of her other dad

Before she was adopted, she was born to a werewolf couple who were formerly a part of Fenrir Greyback's pack who gave her up for her safety

After Sirius went to Azkaban, Remus wasn't present as much, and Artemis took charge at a young age. Taking care of her younger siblings and her own father

She is literally the sweetest person you'll ever meet. A literal cinnamon roll that needs to be protected, but she can she won't hesitate to fight you if you speak badly about her family

Loyal to a fault

Loves gardening and sweets

Loves milk and white chocolate

Sorted into Hufflepuff

She is the second werewolf in her family, while her older siblings are full wizards.

She loves it when her siblings turn into their animagus form during full moons. It makes her feel less lonely

Sees Harry like an older brother.

Severus has a soft spot for this young wolf (how can you not?)

Her patronus is a wolf

[ghoulish-fiction]

For those of you who like my "ghouls are a human and a demon smashed into one" headcannon, here's some notes copy and pasted from my notes app. Its a list of ghouls, in no particular order, and what I think becoming a ghoul was like for them and what theyre like now. Kinda. Very much subject to change. Cut for length. Enjoy byyyyeeee. ✌🤟🖤

Dewdrop: early on the human and fire had an incredibly hard time adjusting, so water had to be in charge. She took good care of them all, but she grew exhausted. Human and fire have finally been able to step up and have meshed nicly. They are waiting for water to be ready to join them. They are thankful to her for what she did for them. 

Aether: human and quint were so compatible and so enamored with eachother that they became one in record time, and their love for eachother, for themself, for their life, has spilled out into their pack. This is why Aether is a lover, healer, protecter because he is a love story. (I wrote this a few days ago and now i kinda hate it idk)

Rain: half joined with human being the more dominant personality most of the time, can be a bit moody because of this. Water is very powerful and lustful. Human shares this hunger but doesnt know how to act on it so they gladly let water take control and sate their needs and desires. This applies to the bedroom and the hunting grounds. On stage, its all human. He loves the spot light. Its what he's always wanted to do. 

Phantom: not as young and dumb as everyone paints him to be. He is young though. But also insanely powerful. His youth and sweet personality decieve people. He joined with an absolute power house of a demon. The demon was so powerful that the poor guy almost didnt make it. His body lay comatose for a while. In that time however, the two beings grew to know eachother completely and soon became one. So when he awake, transition was easy mentally, but challenging physically. He's extremely confident and comfortable with himself.

Cirrus and Cumulus: they have always been a package deal in my mind idk why. So they are two humans who were in love who joined with two demons who were in love. They are both half joined like Rain, but Cirrus tends be lead by the demon, while Cumulus tends to be lead by the human. But really its a toss up of who is at the wheel at any given. This is why either of them can have some wild mood swings from time to time. They are a two person polycule.

Phil: demon doesnt have elemental powers but his inherent power is strong, but he is like never around. Just kinda there for the ride. So human takes the lead. That's why Phil is very much just a dude lol.

Swiss: a rare creature indeed. Human, quint, fire, and air. The three demons were part of a large pack, but tragedy struck. In the end there was only the three of them left, with air barely hanging on. They took a last ditch effort and sought to become a ghoul to save air, it was the only way. They were a package deal because they refused to lose anybody else and because air would need their strength. The ritual was sucessful, and all four parties made it. They all bonded easily into one, making our beloved Swiss. His air powers are very subtle because air would never fully recover. 

Swiss is so very dedicated to his pack and insistant on having a good relationship with everyone because of the demons past, but the human had strong feelings about family before too. (I kinda hate this even more than Aether's idk)

Mountain: the human and the demon met accidentally on a fine summer day. The human was out foraging when they saw strange tracks. They thought it was an injured animal, so they tracked the animal with the hope of finding it and helping it. What they found though, was a demon. The demon was longing for its old simple human life. It was exploring the surface, admiring the world they so had so dearly loved, thinking it was far from humans. The two came to know eachother well and decided to join together. Fully joined into one but it was a very long process. They let it happen naturally.

[reshramlove1ob]

Chat change of plans

Once AMITW and Honey I'm Home are finished, I'm taking a break from Dislyte fics. I know some of you would like me to finish my other unfinished Dislyte fics, and I do as well. I'll come back to them someday. Like I said, I want to finish them, but this chapter of my life is almost ready to end.

Unfortunately...there has been a tragedy that has happened in my personal life. All ya'll have to know is someone I knew sadly passed too soon. The next chapter of AMITW was supposed to be posted this Saturday, as I was planning on finishing it up that day. Unfortunately, due to the tragedy I mentioned, I didn't work on it due to my grieving. It should be out this week, though, hopefully before Saturday. Thank you, all my wonderful people who've stuck out with me!

In these times, I've found comfort in my own OCs. That's why I want to shift focus onto them. I haven't really talked about these guys, mainly because they're newer than my H&H War and USDS ocs. I'll give updates up until I finally post their story. It might be different than my normal story structure hehe~

Here's just a few of my new OCs!

I'm sorry, all my Dislyte peeps. This does not mean I'm stopping Dislyte art, far from it. If I feel like it, I'll most likely write one shots for it still and drop chapters for my Dislyte fics from time to time, they just wont be my main focus anymore.

I'm so grateful to all of you for helping me get this far, seriously. Ya'll are great!

Reshy out 🤟

[instant-delusions]

since you said you’ll write for thirteen (YAY) how about something to do with mc’s favoritism for her, idk how to phrase this but like she’s the only girl and stuff and mc just likes her more? if this made no sense that’s cool 😭

a/n : yesss f! mc is a girl's girl til the end of the world 🤟🤟

cw : none !

thirteen (obey me!) x f! reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Girls Talk!

it's summer in devildom, the ac in thirteen's lair buzzes quietly in the background while her playlist changes to the next song - her hands in yours as you painted another nail a pretty pink, matching her colorful roots. "...he really thought he ate with that fit, seriously, solomon looked like a divorced dad! for all the time he spend alive, surely his taste would be better." she huffed as you giggled in agreement.

thirteen's always been your best friend, ever since you got to know her. of course, you love everyone else too, but no matter how deep your love runs for the boys, the relationship to the grim reaper always outmatched it. girls just click, you know? it's something else entirely. you listened to her dragging solomon's outfit a bit more while you blew on the polish, trying to get it to dry faster.

"I love it!" she beamed, examining the glittery-pink of her nails and threw her arms around you. immediately, you hugged her back, kissing the soft skin of her cheek. "of course! I always put in the most work for you." as her cheeks turned a slight red, your heart jumped - maybe this is more than friendship, after all.

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Decided to write a little Joseph Quinn something with an idea I had bouncing around in my head 🥰🤟

One Day At A Time (Joseph Quinn x Reader One-Shot)

Eight years. That's how long you have been with your husband, married for the last three. You had spent years pushing your feelings down your throat and feeling like a broken record from repeating yourself all the time with no change. You were exhausted with having one-sided conversations about your feelings. Nothing seemed to stick with him. If you had interests, to him, they were obsessions. If you wanted to go out on a Saturday night with your friends, you were an alcoholic. If you were upset, it was an inconvenience that earned eye rolls as he asked, what now? No matter how many times you sat down to try to be civil and explain how he made you feel, it was either dismissed or he would be better for a week or two and then go right back to his usual self. This ongoing cycle had gotten old, and you decided enough was enough. You sat him down and said you were done; you couldn't take anymore. You knew deep down it was the right decision, but it still hurt. You spent eight years with him after all – since you were nineteen. You didn't know how to exist without him, how to be single. So much had changed in dating life since you had met him; it felt like you were suddenly dropped into deep water in which the waves were a little too high. How do you handle this? Beginning the divorce process was stressful enough and then you had to worry about the shit show of a dating pool that existed these days on top of it. One step at a time, you told yourself. One worry at a time. Easier said than done.

You had agreed to let your soon-to-be ex-husband keep the house. He had paid for most of the renovations that had been done since buying it, so you felt it was only fair and you preferred a fresh start. The two of you didn't have children together so there wasn't much to sort out other than that. You found an apartment that was just enough for you. You didn't need much; the newfound space you had was quite refreshing, but your mind also struggled with the new sense of loneliness as well. You knew things would get better; it was just a big adjustment. After a Saturday afternoon of going through your things and packing at the house, you decided you needed a break, and perhaps a few drinks to relax your rushing mind and crushed spirit. You grabbed what you had packed so far and stacked it in the trunk of your car, heading towards your favorite bar, one you frequented when you were in the particular mood to not pay any mind to your husband's "alcoholic" comments and enjoy some time with your friends.

You pulled into the only remaining parking space left. Hands still on the wheel, you shut your eyes and sighed. I can do this. You tried reassuring yourself on occasion, but it didn't help much; it just felt like you were lying to yourself. You opened your eyes, grabbed your purse, and headed inside. You found a seat at the bar and were greeted by Sam, the bartender that was always here when you were in the past.

"How's it going? Been a while."

"Hey, Sam," you replied to him a bit dryly, your eyes looking down at the bar top. He sensed you weren't yourself. You wouldn't consider Sam a close friend, but close enough. You'd only known him from going there, but he had enough conversations with you over the bar that he could tell things were off with you, and from prior drunken nights and talks, he was very much aware of your home issues you'd had. He had been a set of ears when you needed them, even though he didn't have to. It was a bit embarrassing for you. He dealt with so many drunk people on a daily basis; your problems were probably the last thing he wanted to deal with, but he listened and supported nonetheless, and that's more than you could have ever asked for.

"You seem down. You good?"

"I left him," was all you could force out in monotone, finally looking up from the bar to his face. His eyebrows raised and eyes widened slightly at the realization of what you'd just said.

"Tequila sunrise coming right up," he said as he turned without missing a beat to go mix your favorite drink, knowing you needed the alcohol in your system sooner rather than later. He really did get you most of the time.

You were nearly done with your second tequila sunrise when a guy made his way to the bar and sat in the empty seat beside you. You didn't bother looking up; you just stared at what was left of your drink, swirling the bottom of the cup against the bar top absentmindedly. You could see him watching you in your peripheral vision as he took his coat off and hung it on the back of his chair, but your eyes stayed fixed on your glass.

"Rough week?" you heard come from his direction. You finally looked over at him, trying not to look smug but not too happy either; you didn't need the whole world to know you were going through some shit, but it must have been plastered all over your face, nonetheless. He was rather cute. He was dressed in black trousers and a maroon button up shirt that was partially unbuttoned at the top to show a bit of his chest. He had short light brown hair with longer slicked-back curls on the top of his head, one rogue one hanging down over his forehead, and short scruff for facial hair. His eyes, however, are what grabbed your attention - big chocolate brown doe eyes. You had never seen such a beautiful sight on any man. You finally noticed you were lost in him when his expression turned to confusion from you taking too long to answer him. You blushed and cleared your throat, looking away from those damned eyes so you could focus.

"Y-yeah, that's one way of putting it, I guess," you responded through a breathy embarrassed chuckle, swirling your drink again and taking a sip. He just looked at you for a second before extending his hand out to you.

"I'm Joe," he said with a small smile. You told him your name as you sat your drink down and shook his hand gently.

"I've never been. What's good?" he asked. Your eyes widened. You'd finally caught it, the British accent. You were in the middle of wondering what a cute British man was doing in the middle of small-town America when you had to remind yourself to answer him. You didn't need a repeat of what just happened a minute ago.

"Uh-umm, I like the tequila sunrise," you answered, gesturing to your nearly empty glass. Joe smiled as Sam made his way over.

"What can I get you?" Sam asked him.

"I'll try a tequila sunrise," he said as he smiled at you. "And put another one on my bill for the lady, yeah?"

You looked at him with a shy smile and your cheeks flushed red as he winked at you. As Sam turned to start making the drinks, he gave you the look - the wide eyes that say, are you seeing this shit? Go for it. You looked down with a smirk as you read Sam's expression, trying not to let Joe see.

"So, you're British," you said awkwardly in attempt to start a new conversation to distract you from what had just happened. Joe chuckled at your observation.

"Indeed, I am, last I checked," he smirked. Oh, a jokester. Alright.

"What are you doing in the middle of nowhere in America?" you asked him. He adjusted himself on his chair to make himself more comfortable to talk.

"I'm here for work."

"Your job brought you here?" you chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm an actor. I'm working on filming a movie close to here. Just enjoying a night out in a less chaotic environment."

"That's really cool. But let me warn you, this place can get pretty rowdy on Saturdays. Sam breaks out in song with the karaoke machine, Jerry over there dances on the bar," you joked, giggling at the smile forming on Joe's face. He was more so excited that he had just told you he's an actor and you didn't get too overly excited about it like a lot of other women had. It was nice for someone to enjoy Joe's company for once, not Joseph Quinn's. You were also surprised at your sudden mood boost. How did someone you just met five minutes ago make you forget about your problems so easily?

"So, what about you, love? What's your story?" he asked as Sam sat your drinks down in front of each of you. Your heart sank. Where would you even begin?

"I grew up here. Just having a Saturday night to myself."

"Well, I hope I'm not intruding," Joe said with concern. You shook your head.

"No, of course not."

"You seemed a bit depressed when I came in. I know I'm a bit of a stranger, but if you want to talk about it, a bar buddy you may never see again is a good place to start," he smirked. You smiled at him and sighed. This man was something else.

"I just recently left my husband," you started. Joe's face turned serious as he readjusted himself in his seat. He leaned closer to listen intently as he then knew the gravity of your sadness. "Things just weren't working, and for a really long time. I just kept lying to myself by saying he would change eventually, but he never did. After I spent so much time being undervalued and unheard, I just decided enough is enough. I thought it would make me feel better but it's just so new that it still hurts. I wanted more than anything to make things work but his ego was more precious, I guess."

Joe just sat in silence for a moment to process what you'd said. He could tell you were upset but he never guessed it would be because of something that severe. He felt guilty for asking and making it all cross your mind again. You were there to forget, after all.

"I'm so sorry, darling," Joe said, reaching over and placing his hand on your upper arm in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"It's been hard. I'm just trying to put myself first now, but I don't even know how to do that. I've just been settling and dealing for so long."

"Leaving was the first step to putting yourself first. I'd say you're doing alright so far," he reassured you. "Just take one day at a time."

You smiled up at this complete stranger, who was listening to you more in one evening than your husband ever listened to you in eight years. It made tears well up in your eyes.

"One day at a time," you repeated. Joe saw your tears forming and put his hand on top of yours.

"What a wanker," he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to catch.

"What?" you asked with a giggle. You had heard him, but you weren't quite sure you'd heard him correctly. He looked at you and moved closer, leaning his elbow on the bar to put more weight into holding your hand.

"I said 'what a wanker,' your husband is, for pushing a beauty like you away. Has no sense of pride, and bloody terrible judgement."

You blushed as you placed your other hand on top of Joe's that held yours. You could see Sam watching from across the bar, pretending to wash pint glasses but looking at the two of you through his eyelashes, a smirk on his face. Bastard had to encourage you, didn't he? Even if it was wordless.

"Remember how you said you would be a bar buddy that I would never see again?" you asked Joe. He nodded, his eyebrows perplexed. "Can we change that?"

[idv-news-boi]

-> Questions to get to know an IDV OC!

{written by Laurence :D}

{If you ever read this part, I’m intended to put all this questions in one list just to write down notes about OCs who respond some of them,,, This is maybe one way how Laurence learns about his peers-/ih}

Theme

🔤// What’s the meaning of their name? Did they ever questioned why did they got the name? Would they like to change it?

💼// They have occupations, but what was their original occupation they wanted to be at first?

💵// What social class are they in?

🇺🇸// What’s their nationality? (if is a fictional place, it counts too!) How much do they know their homecountry’s history? What city/state were they born in?

🖊️// How does their handwriting look like when they write their journals/letters/notes?

⚠️// From 1-10, how hostile are they? (1 is Pure Friendly, 2-3 is Passive, 4-6 is Neutral, and 7-10 is Hostile. You can also describe the extent if necessary)

🗄️// What are their greatest fears? (Be honest, or I’ll emphasize the no fear to one fear meme-/hj/ih)

📺// What time period are they stuck in mentally? (*looks at Mary who most likely was from the French Revolution and never aged after death somehow-/ih*)

📔// How old are they physically and mentally?

Childhood Story

🎉// Do you celebrate your birthday? How do you celebrate it? If no, would you like your birthday to be celebrated by friends still?

💫// What are/were their dreams?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦// How many people do they have in their family? If none, how did they to live as an orphan/foster kid?

👨‍👩‍👧// Tell me anything about their parents (occupation, personality, talents, the way they raise you, etc.)

⏱️// Is their family system strict or not? How do their relatives interact with each other?

🧸// What was their first toy?

📚// Did they went to school? Got mentored at home? How is it?

🚲// Have they ever learned how to ride a bike? When? How?

Food

🥪// What’s their favorite food?

🍎// What’s their favorite fruit? Can they see themselves becoming their favorite fruit?

🥦// Do they eat their veggies?

🌮// Do they love their national food dishes? Which one is their favorite?

🍱// How would their lunch box/bento look like?

🍕// Do they prefer putting pepperoni on the pizza, or pineapple? (If is other, you can name it!)

🍜// Did they eat ramen before? Do they like it? What unique habits do they have when eating ramen?

🍽️// How would they usually eat? And when would be the times when they get hungry?

🥄// Do they eat 3 times a day? Or they usually follow a different kind of eating routine other than breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner?

🍴// What weird habits do they have when they eat?

🎂// What kind of cake do they love so much? (ex=Chocolate-flavored, creamy, fondant, with fruit, chocolate sign, etc. any kind of details.)

Aesthetic

✨// What kind of style represents them? (Aesthetic)

🎶// What kinds of songs represent them? Can you give us some example?

👘// What’s their favorite costume? Favorite artifact?

🧵// What fashion brands would they most likely use?

Love {Ship Category}

🔮// Do they believe in love horoscopes? Prophecies? Soulmates?

💝// Would they remember important dates and anniversaries for their romantic partner?

💋// How do they kiss their partner?

🫂// What are their ways of showing affection?

💝// How do they describe their love for their partner?

💘// Are they willing to take a bullet for them?

💔// Are they most likely to break up with their partner eventually?

Hobby

🤟// What languages do they speak? What language would they like to learn next?

🩰// Do they like to dance? How would their dance emote look like?

📖// How often do they read books? Favorite genre? Do they read news, too?

🏈// What sport do they play? {IDV Sport Event based}

🧳// What items would they bring for a 1 week journey?

✈️// Would they like to travel somewhere? To what countries?

👝// When shopping, are they a money spender or money saver? Do they like buying cheap, or get luxurious? What items do they actually seek for as a customer?

Random

🎥// What are their thoughts on Akihiko? Would they accept his mochi gift as a good acquaintance?/ih

📰// What are their thoughts on Laurence? Would they tolerate his talkative, silly nature?

📆// Are you alright if people drops holidays that remind them of your muse?

❓// What are your thoughts on {insert anyone’s OC}? Do you get along? Would you stay calm for at least 30 minutes in a room with them?/ih