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Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines ᨒ↟ 𖠰 ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN










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valentine's day.



rowan briar.













mood.

slightly annoyed.











outfit

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d5/3f/3d/d53f3d218ff05ac8514511f460270c3f.jpg











location

the carnival kissing booth.











interactions

manuel.











tags.

PotatochipsRlit PotatochipsRlit















False recognition flashed over Rowan's face. Of course, she remembered who he was. He had been in her nightmares because sharing was quite literally Rowan's literal nightmare.

"Ahh yes, the kidnapper I socked in the face."
She nodded, giving him a slight smirk.

Her smirk stayed as he complimented her. When he said he was digging her look, she gave him a little twirl around. Rowan was naturally a flirt, even if she was mortified by what she had shared with him on that snowy night.

"Cupid's kiss is what makes you fall in love, duh."
She gave him an exaggerated duh.

But then he rejected the kiss, despite putting the money forward. She scoffed and leaned forward, giving him a small kiss on his cheek.

He then suggested they get out of there. While it was tempting, she couldn't just leave. She was the only one working the booth, so she couldn't. It was sweet he wanted her to run off with him and she was tempted, but then the things she had told him flashed back into her memory.

"While I would love to get away from mono, I sadly cannot."
She saw the disappointment in her eyes and came up with an idea,
"I get off in a few hours. I guess if you were still here we could do something here, then."
She shrugged nonchalantly.


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valentine's day.



jc clarke.













mood.

neutral.











outfit











location

shady dive bar she works at.











interactions

luca.











tags.

vixe vixe















jc had momentarily walked to the back to text her brother and see what he was up to. She had been at work all day and was unable to check in with him. True to Romeo's core, he was making love potions at a shop and even offered to make one for her, which she thought was entirely silly, but at this point, she didn't want to shoot her brother's idea of fantasy love down so she had agreed.

She walked back out to the front of her bar, blasted by all the noise. She rolled her neck to get back in the swing of things and sauntered up to the bar. When she finally looked up, she noticed a man. It took her a second and his saying where she had known him from to recognize him. The man she had kissed and dipped at midnight. She had also given him a fake name, she had been Briar Rose that night. She gave him a quizzical look and said,
"No, can't say that I do."
She pursed her lips as if she were thinking. She definitely recognized him, but she wasn't about to give up her cards, not when she could have fun.

"You'll have to remind me."
She shrugged and then said,
"What can I get ya?"
She noticed as another man walked up next to him and she almost commented on it, but decided she would see how he reacted before she said anything about that.


♡coded by uxie♡
 
Clay Asher Storm
Musician
Location
Apartment
"That was a good walk"
interactions.
C
lay stared at Molly, his hands clasping hers tightly, as her words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"P-pregnant?"
he stammered, his voice barely audible. His gaze dropped to the test on the counter, and suddenly, the room seemed to spin around him, closing in like a suffocating fog.

"Fuck,"
he muttered under his breath, letting go of her hands to rake his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Not again."
His voice cracked as he stepped out of the room, desperate for air, his chest heaving like he had just run a marathon. He needed a moment to collect himself—to wrestle with the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume him.

Minutes later, Clay returned, calmer but still shaken. He wrapped his arms around Molly from behind, pressing a tender kiss to the back of her head.
"You said you haven't checked it yet,"
he murmured softly.
"Let's look at this together."
He knew his earlier reaction had been far from ideal. It must have hurt her, made her feel even worse—and that was the last thing he wanted. This wasn’t her fault; it was his carelessness that had led them here.

Taking the test from the stone cold countertop, Clay hesitated for a moment. His nerves were frayed, but he forced himself to focus.
"No matter the results,"
he said in a gentler tone than before,
"I’m not putting you back on the streets, Mol."
He shook off his nerves and silently prayed for a negative result as he turned the test over.

The word hit him like a punch to the gut:
Pregnant.
His hand trembled slightly as he tried to steady his breathing.
"Okay,"
he managed to say after clearing his throat, though the word felt heavier than it should have.
"We are pregnant."


The weight of those words sank into him like an anchor pulling him down. His mind raced back to Darcy—to that moment when she had told him she was pregnant and how he had walked out without looking back. And now here he was, in the same town, hearing those same life-altering words again. His stomach churned with anxiety as he tried to process it all.

"Another baby,"
Clay whispered to himself, the reality settling over him like a storm cloud.




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ROMAN MARSHALL
Roman hadn't been able to stop smiling the whole day. Seeing Auriela have so much fun during their Valentines date was more than rewarding. As long as she was enjoying herself, they couldn't be happier. Her bubbly energy was incredibly infectious, and Roman couldn't help the giddiness they felt from her own affection towards them. She was such a sparkle of light. A ray of sunshine that never failed to brighten Roman's day. Their heart swelled with joy from her kind words, giving them a sense of validation and reassurance that they made her happy. "I do it all for you, Aurie." Roman spoke in that soft and loving tone as they smiled down at her. Once they got their cotton candy, Roman and Auriela left the carnival together, having had their fill of the festivities. But their special day didn't end there.

Later on, the two lovers found themselves sitting on a bench together, Roman's arm wrapped around Auriela as they gazed into the night sky. The stars twinkled above them whilst the darkness surrounding was lit up by the fireflies. A truly scenic moment that others might have found cliché. But to those two, it was exactly what they cherished. Right then and there, nothing else mattered. It was simply a romantic time shared between lovers. As they sat together, Roman turned to stare down at Auriela, admiring her peaceful expression. They also had a look of their own. A look of thought. And worry. As if something was on their mind. Which there was. The exact same thing that had been on Roman's mind for a while now.

Auriela had noticed when looking up at Roman, and she asked them if everything was alright. Her tender voice had brought Roman back to her. They stayed silent as they stared. Desire and contemplation was gnawing at Roman's mind. They sat up whilst giving Auriela a more serious look, placing their hand onto her arm. They then spoke up with the most sincerity in their voice they've ever had. "You know...I've never felt this way about anyone else before. Having so much admiration for someone. Cherishing every moment that you get to spend with them. Caring about them so much that you'd swear to never let anything happen to them. It's such a bizzare feeling. And it only ever really blossomed when I met you."

Seeing Auriela's hazel eyes shining from Roman's words made their heart beat against their chest. They could see the twinkle of the stars in her eyes, only further highlighting how beautiful she was. And Roman only kept going. They gently held Auriela's hand in both of theirs as they continued. "Aurie. No words could even begin to scratch the surface of how much I love you. You're amazing. Before we met, I was just a simple person living a simple life. But then, once we were together, it's like you've opened up a new world for me. A world that's just like fantasy when you're around. And someone like you, who's so joyous and full of life, is hard to come by. That's why you're so special to me. Every moment with you feels like a dream. It's so wonderful. And I don't wanna let go of what we have. I don't wanna let YOU go, Aurie. There's not a single person I can think of who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with." Roman then got down from the bench, getting onto one knee. "That's why I have one more gift for you. And this might be crazy, but..."

Roman reached into their pocket before pulling out the little velvet box that they had with them the whole time. Inside, as they opened it, was none other than an engagement ring that they had got. Just for Auriela. As they presented the ring to her, they could feel a rush of nervousness building up inside. But Roman didn't let that deter them. "I might not have much to my name. But I would give up everything that I owned if it meant I could be with you forever. So, Auriela?" Roman lowered their head and took a breath to calm their nerves, before they then looked back up at Auriela with the softest of smiles, and the biggest of puppy eyes. "Will you marry me?"


Mentions: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Auriela
coded by kaninchen
 
Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
Location
Valentine Carnival
"I am so screwed"
interactions.
K
ennedy's tear-filled eyes met Bryson's as her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions.
"Wait, when did you cancel? Why didn’t you tell me?"
she asked, struggling to keep her composure. His reassuring words, promising they were in this together, touched her deeply, easing her fear. Her forehead pressed against his, her voice soft yet tinged with lingering tears.
"I don’t want you to feel alone... I love you, Bryson. Being around you just feels right."


Pulling back slightly, Kennedy gazed into his eyes, her blue ones now softer and filled with warmth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled gently.
"I promise, from now on, we’re in this together. We’ll figure it all out together."
Her smile grew as she wiped away the last of her tears and adjusted herself on his lap. Reaching for the doughboys left on the table, she chuckled lightly.
"Well, now you know why I’ve barely touched food—and why I wanted to share. You overpaid, my love."


Turning to him with a playful laugh, she held the doughboy to his lips. The tension that had gripped her earlier began to dissolve as she felt the comfort of their shared resolve. Knowing Bryson was staying and that they were a team brought her peace—she wouldn’t have to face doing this alone.





 
mood :
flattered

location :
strip club
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
arlo travelbypages travelbypages
Panchal
;; Monica
Monica's amusement at the situation only grew as Arlo rambled on. She hoped it wasn't too cruel, but she did rather enjoy working him up. The way he rambled and got all flustered was cute. Besides, she'd never be able trust a man who managed to play it cool all the time. Arlo struggling to keep his wits about him around her only gave her the impression that the man was genuine.

As she listened, her amusement turned into something more genuinely appreciative. The way he prioritized her comfort and safety was really sweet. Although it was a simple thing, something that should be the bare minimum, really, she wasn't too used to her comfort being account. A lot of the guys that asked her out just tried to get her to their place. Most men had only one end goal in mind, to get Monica in bed. They assumed that because of her job, she'd be easy to get. She'd admit, she wasn't all that difficult, but even she had her standards.

Meeting up with any other customer outside of the club would be out of the question, but she'd already said yes to Arlo. And even after a more thorough consideration, she was willing to stand by that response. "Well, I haven't changed my yes to a no, so I'd say its not going too horribly," Monica smiled, taking a step closer, crossing the boundary of personal space.

"Public places only sounds great. And, when it's time to go to your place I expect a glowing letter of recommendation from that old lady," she laughed, gently teasing him. "You know, a lot of guys here have totally fallen in love with me and asked me out. I mean, I can't blame them really, who wouldn't fall in love with these?" She glanced down and gave her chest a little shimmy, emphasizing her point. "But still, I've never said yes before. Until now. You're one lucky man, Arlo," Monica tossed him a flirtatious wink.
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Isabelle Rose Everhart
Author
Location
Jupiter's Door
"You got this"
interactions.
B
elle couldn’t help but smile as she stood by the door frame near Jupiter, her cheeks warming with a blush she tried to hide. There was something about being near him that made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t quite explain. She tilted her head slightly, letting out a soft chuckle as she scrunched up her nose.
"It will be a blast,"
she said, her voice light and filled with anticipation. Her eyes followed his every movement as he pulled on his jacket with effortless ease, and before she could stop herself, she bit her lip subconsciously, a small habit that betrayed the excitement bubbling inside her.

She decided to tease him, hoping to mask the butterflies in her stomach.
"If you want to be technical, this is technically our third date,"
she said playfully, sticking out her tongue at him. The words slipped out naturally, but the idea of it being their "third" date made her heart race even faster. She wasn’t sure if he thought of it that way, but the thought lingered in her mind like a secret.

As soon as he finished slipping on his shoes, Belle wasted no time looping her arm around his. The gesture felt natural and warm, though it might have looked like something more to anyone watching—a couple enjoying each other’s company. To Belle, though, it was simply her way of expressing the excitement she felt knowing he had said yes to spending time with her today. She walked close to him as they made their way down the street, stealing glances at him every now and then while trying to keep herself composed.

When they finally arrived at the shop, Belle’s excitement bubbled over, and her smile grew impossibly bright.
"I am so excited, Jup!"
she exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, giving his arm a little squeeze to emphasize just how thrilled she was. Her energy was contagious; it was clear that this moment meant a lot to her. She turned to look at him with a playful glint in her eye and teased him again, giggling softly.
"I bet mine comes out better than yours,"
she said with a laugh that danced in the air between them.

Belle’s teasing wasn’t mean-spirited—it was lighthearted and filled with affection. She felt comfortable around Jupiter in a way she hadn’t felt with anyone else other than Wren in a long time. As they stepped inside the shop together, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same spark that had been ignited within her ever since their reunion in his lodge room.






 
now playing: i remember - lena fayre

Most people brushed off Harriet's like of classic Greek mythology as just another one of her many nerdy interests. But Jo seemed like she was truly, genuinely interested in it. It was a refreshing change of pace from the same old distaste and dismissal that she typically got when bringing mythology up. She let out a chuckle at Jo's question. "No, no, I don't know all of the stories. There's probably over a thousand stories out there, maybe even more. But the more mainstream ones...those are what I know and love." Harriet's expression had brightened considerably since she had gotten here. Meeting Jo hadn't been so bad after all. Sketching out her interpretation of love, as seen in the fabled Persephone and Hades story, hadn't been so bad either. Harriet wasn't an artist, by any means, but at least she was finally starting to have a little fun.

It had been a long time since she had actually had a good time. Wallowing in self-pity for so long had done seemingly irreparable damage to her self-confidence. Isolating herself following everything that had gone down also didn't help matters. But right now, she actually felt like herself again. While Harriet couldn't forget the loss of her father, she also couldn't stay stuck in her memories. She had to move forward - and while she knew that she had to before today, she also felt as if today was the first day that she truly was moving on.

Harriet couldn't help but peer over at Jo's own artwork in process. It looked way better than her project. She felt so nosy for asking, but she felt like she had to. "Are you an artist?" She turned back to her own work, where she continued outlining a scene with half springtime and wintertime. Persephone and Hades met in the middle. Was it worthy of being in a gallery? Definitely not. But she was enjoying herself, and that was all that mattered. "What do you do for a living? I work in the archives."

wearing: in the arms of grotesque company
tags: ShellBelles ShellBelles (Jo)
pantone
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#bdbcce
Harriet Dunlap


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: something more - sugarland

While Dom, Lizzie, and Ellie were merely Mel's younger siblings, she felt as if they were her own children. It was selfish of her, she knew, and she hated herself for thinking it. Her parents would be so mad if they knew. But they weren't here to know. If they were, Mel would be somewhere else, doing something else. Life hadn't worked out the way that she had hoped it would. She just had to roll with the punches. And besides, she needed to be strong - it wasn't just her that had lost her parents. She had the three kids to think about as well. Poor Ellie was only two when the crash happened. She had barely gotten to know the wonderful people that had raised her. At least Dom and Lizzie had better memories of them.

And Mel made sure that none of them ever forgot Terry and Nancy. She retold stories about her own childhood, brought them by their gravesites, and showed them old home movies on the regular. While their physical presence was gone, their spirits would live on through Mel.

But it wasn't time to dwell on the tragic past. No, she had some time to herself, and she was going to make the most of it with her new companion. She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his mock offense. If this was love at first sight...would she be that lucky? "Fine, you've convinced me. You're the best company a girl could ever have." Her words poked fun at him, but there was also a grain of truth within them. She chose to be trustful of this stranger, who revealed his name to be...Romeo? Was this fate? Would she be his Juliet? Or was she just a hopeless romantic?

"Your lead potion maker's called Mel - short for Melanie, but I don't really care for my full name. I guess I've always kind of been a tomboy in that regard." She shrugged, reaching for the first ingredient on the list. "It's nice to meet you, Romeo. Pardon me for being nosy, but you're not from here, are you? I know just about everyone in Revelstoke, and you're an unfamiliar face. When did you get here?" Mel swirled the contents of the bottle around, studying the liquid inside.

wearing: i need a little more bliss
tags: celestialbody celestialbody (Romeo)
pantone
®

#d5dddf
Melanie Moore


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: high school kids - lonas

The guide was creepy-looking. What the guide was saying was utterly spooky. Mikey was terrified. But he had to be brave for Wren's sake. He was supposed to be a total badass, after all. If he looked weak in front of Wren, that was it. It was officially Joever. So that couldn't happen. Mikey didn't want to lose his credibility, especially with him. Wren was sweet, and nice, and hunky too. He was so falling for him - it wasn't even funny.

The other thing that wasn't funny was this tour. Mikey had no idea that this town was so haunted. Why did the ghosts have to be here? They could choose to be anywhere else but here! Tokyo, Rome, Egypt...those were all really cool spots that the ghosts could inhabit. But no, they just had to haunt Revelstoke. This was a load of barnacles. Why did Mikey have to suffer with all the scary dead people? He never did anything to piss them off. So why did they choose to be here? They were ruining his chances with getting to smooch Wren later tonight if all went well - and if Wren wanted to smooch him back. Mikey was the number one proponent of consent, after all. And on today, the day of love, Mikey hoped that he could smooch someone too.

He nearly jumped when Wren reached for his hand. He was so wrapped up in the stupid ghosts. Damn them. "You think this is scary? Pfft, this is baby talk compared to real scary stuff." Mikey grinned, secretly relieved that he wasn't the only one scared shitless. And holding hands? The day of love was helping him out here. Thanks, Cupid :)) "How long do you think this thing's gonna last? We can totally bail if it scares you a lot. I don't want to put you through it if it's gonna be torture."

wearing: let's waste another day of the weekend
tags: celestialbody celestialbody (Wren)
pantone
®

#1c2127
Mikey Harding


bdcoded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: the devil - banks

Tori knew that Lucian wasn't guaranteed to pick up the phone, especially if he didn't recognize the number - or if he did, probably send it straight to voicemail. She had no idea what she'd say if he actually answered. Maybe she should have called someone else. But it was too late now, it was ringing. And when she heard a clearly annoyed Lucian cursing, she knew that he had picked up. She took a deep breath, hesitating before she began to speak.

"Lucian...it's Tori. I know I'm the last person you want to hear from, especially from a jail cell, but...I did something bad. I don't know why I called you out of all of the people I could've, and I'm not asking you to bail me out or anything, but...I guess I just needed to hear your voice?" She sighed, looking down at the cold, concrete floor of the cell beneath her. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for everything I put you through. It's still early, but I'm probably going to be sent away for a few years, maybe more. I'm guilty, and I don't feel any remorse for what I did. I know I'm fucked in the head, you don't have to tell me that. It should be hitting the news waves any second now. Have a nice life, I guess..." And before she could say anything more, the cold, unforgiving sound of a click, followed by a dial tone, reached her ears.

Nobody would forgive her for what she had done, and she knew that. All she knew was that after she had done her time, she was getting the hell out of Dodge. Revelstoke didn't want her. Her family didn't want her. Maybe she'd start a new life under a new name. It could be nice to escape. Her future had already been decided for her as it was. And if Casper was dead, she most likely wouldn't be seeing the light of day for the rest of her life. She had royally fucked up this time.

this scene has ended.

wearing: certified, i ain't the nice one
tags: celestialbody celestialbody (Lucian)
pantone
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#004ab5
Victoria Sinclair


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: cursive - billie marten

This wasn't the reaction that she had hoped for. In fact, she hadn't hoped for a reaction at all, because she couldn't be pregnant. There was no way. It had to just be a coincidence. Not again. Clay had been through this before, apparently. It sank in all too well that she knew basically nothing about him - if he had kids, or if he had another scare with another girl in the past. She had been totally wrong about him. What if he had done this to other girls...knocked them up, then skipped town? And as she stood, alone, test results still up in the air, she knew that she had made the biggest mistake of her life. If she had just stayed true to her parents' vision for her, none of this would have happened. Sure, she still would have been miserable, but not as miserable as she was right now. If that test was positive, her ice skating career was done for. She couldn't bounce back from a pregnancy like she could a sprained ankle.

But there was still hope that it was a false alarm. She hadn't flipped it over yet, and when Clay returned, she knew that it was time to reveal the truth. With Clay by her side, she let him take the test from the counter. I'm not putting you back on the streets, Mol. At least she'd still have a place to live regardless of the results. It made her feel just a tad bit better. That feeling was quickly wiped away and replaced with a sinking one as she saw the eight letter word, clear as day, on the stick: Pregnant. She was pregnant. It was official. And four things were certain. Her career was over. Her parents were going to hate her even more than they already did. Mikey was going to kill Clay. Things were never going to be the same.

Of course, she didn't have to keep it. But that would cause even more shame, and she didn't want to disappoint everyone even more than they already were. Adoption was another option, but if she were to go through with this in the first place, why wouldn't she keep it? It was shaping up to be that Molly was going to have this baby, whether she liked it or not. Another baby. Clay did have another kid out there, then. She chose not to address it, instead turning to face him to speak. "I'm sorry, Clay. It should have been negative. I know you're probably mad. I am too. This wasn't supposed to happen."

wearing: i will never be myself
tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Clay)
pantone
®

#3a382b
Molly Harding


coded by weldherwings.
 
SEBASTIAN HANSON
Seb cringed as the situation unfolded. Diana was pissed... Very pissed. And there was no question it was because of him. Instead of admitting his feelings, he had pulled away, and now he was paying for it. "Yeah… this is going about how I thought it would," he muttered, watching as she stepped back to let him in.

So, he obliged, awkwardly meandering inside. He let her tear into him, standing there in silence until she was finished. Then, without a word, he set the flowers down on the coffee table, his fingers lingering on their stems for a second longer than necessary. "I don't really know what I was thinking… Maybe I was hoping I could ignore what’s going on in my head?" he admitted, hesitantly sinking onto the couch. He wasn’t sure if he should sit, but at this point, it didn’t matter. If they were going to argue, talk, or even pretend this wasn’t happening, so be it. Screw the date.

"I'm not good with people," he told her, though they both knew that already. "I've never felt romantic feelings... for anyone. But then you came along, like this whirlwind in my life, and suddenly I didn’t mind having someone around." He let out a sharp breath, his fingers anxiously tapping against his knee. He hated admitting all of this, but it had to be said. He couldn’t keep pretending she didn’t exist, that this wasn’t real. "It scared me," he finally confessed, lifting his gaze to meet hers, hoping and praying she wouldn’t just chew up his words and spit them out. If she did, he wasn’t sure he’d ever leave his studio again.

Mentions: Diana - Lizy Lizy
coded by kaninchen
 
T’KAYA STONEWATER
Relief washed over T'kaya as he agreed to have the picnic here. That was exactly what she’d hoped for. She really didn’t want to be out in public, surrounded by couples flaunting their affection for the holiday. This intimate setup just felt right. When he took her hand, she smiled brightly. This was a step forward for them. Sure, she had bombarded him with 'I like you a lot' but she was making up for it by slowing down, giving him time to adjust.

Leading him over to the blanket, she took a seat. "That’s the plan! I brought everything you mentioned you liked… which might be a little overkill, but hey, at least we have options?" she giggled, beginning to unpack the basket. She finished by pulling out a bottle of sparkling cider, unsure if he drank or not. "So, you're sure this is all okay?" she asked, feeling a little self-conscious as she poured the juice and took a sip.

Usually, T'kaya was bold and confident, like she had been with Brandon. But something about Gage’s shyness rubbed off on her. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, even though she knew she didn’t need to. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to scare him off or give him any reason to pull away. The idea of losing him, even as a friend, was unsettling.

"Okay, okay, okay. Shaking off the nerves," she said, dramatically shimmying her shoulders. "I wanna get to know you outside of just the basics." She scrunched her nose in thought before finally settling on a question. "Alright, if you could travel to any country in the world, where would you go?" She grabbed a piece of fruit, popping it into her mouth as she waited for his answer.

Mentions: Gage - fieldofclover fieldofclover
coded by kaninchen
 
BLYTHE POTTS
Blythe could tell she was overwhelming Khaila. The stuttering, the nervous movements, she recognized the signs immediately. A flush of guilt and embarrassment crept up her neck, and she quickly shut her mouth, nodding at Khaila’s suggestion to just hang out. It was familiar, safe, and something they both knew how to navigate.

So, when Khaila asked her to sit, she did. But that sinking feeling in her chest lingered. "I'm sorry," she murmured, a small frown tugging at her lips. "I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I really do just want you to be okay with this, not feel pressured by anything." God, why was she rambling so much? It was humiliating. Maybe she could sneak away and call Honey for a quick cry? No. No, she didn’t need her sister for everything. She could handle this.

"Sorry," Blythe apologized again, barely above a whisper this time. She forced herself to take a deep breath, letting it ground her before shakily pulling out her phone. After a beat, she held it out to Khaila. "Do you want to pick the food?" Her voice was quieter now, even more hesitant than before.

God, maybe she should have just crawled under a rock instead of putting herself through this.

Mentions: Khaila - ShellBelles ShellBelles
coded by kaninchen
 













Carmen Hyde







Do not forget what I am

More people had started to file into the bar now, she watched them sit down at the far end of the bar. Another couple. Carmen had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. For a moment she had forgotten what today was, Valentine’s Day, even though there were constant reminders all around her. Like the gaudy paper heart cutouts or the new signature drinks she was forced to learn just for the most commercialized holiday of the year.

“What made you think I wanted a drink at all?” The woman bit out with a crease between her brows. Carmen’s smile never wavered, and she kept her face the same. This was nothing new, she’d dealt with rude customers everyday, it comes with the territory when you work at a bar.

But then, the woman straightened, “What do you think I should drink?” The two finally locked eyes and for a moment, Carmen just held it, her gaze. But, she quickly snapped out of it and slipped into her hospitality mode.

“Something strong.. The sparkling cosmopolitan would be perfect if you need a little kick.” Carmen reached for the shaker and then dug into the well to slid some ice into it. Then, she combined a little vodka, triple sec, lime and cranberry juice on top of the ice. After that, she gave it a little shake to cool down and mix together the liquids before straining it into a martini glass, topping it off with champagne and a slice of lime.

She placed the glass in front of the Woman, “Try this. It’s from our limited time, valentines menu.”

“We also have, The Lovebug, if you want a drink with a darker liqueur.” Carmen leaned in a little closer.

“So, are we starting that tab or are we waiting for someone special?” She asked. The bar had started to fill up now but for some reason, all her attention was on this lone woman at the bar. She’d seen this story before and she never liked how it ended.

“Our kitchen closes at 10,” Carmen slides the woman the bars tiny food menu, “We have appetizers, small bites, but there’s a gorgeous restaurant just down the way that sells food later, if you get hungry. I actually stop by after work because they have this amazing, plate of pasta.”





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Calista Moore







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The back and forth was quite amusing. It wasn’t everyday that she could find someone to keep up with her quips. Usually everyone was scared to say anything back because of her authority but here, in this place where nobody knew her, she was just Calista. She didn’t have a title or influence. God, it actually felt good. She felt her perfectly poised mask slip a little.

“Do you always dress like you’re trying to impress someone?” He asked and turned a towards her. Heat crept up the back of her neck and her cheeks, “If so, consider me impressed.”

Calista brought her glass of wine up to lips to take a hearty swig, “At least it’s me and not some creep looking to hit on you.”

Calista shrugged. It was nothing new. She knew she was attractive and yes, she wanted to flaunt it but that didn’t mean she wanted to hear it.

“Oh thank god, my knight in shining armor. How ever will I repay you?” Calista’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her drink, nearly finishing off the whole thing.

“Who says you aren’t a creep, is that personal opinion or is there evidence to back that claim?” She grinned softly at him, a shit eating grin that she reserves for times like these. It isn’t often that this happens but somehow it felt effortless. The way the two of them bounced off of each other. The man was beginning to intrigue Calista, she wanted to know more.

“You’re here alone,” she said, stating the obvious, “Honestly it’s not really surprising. I bet it takes a special kind of person to put up with you.” There’s a pause, to let the words sink in.

“Is this how you pick up girls? You just insult your way into their pants?”






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Josephine Caddel
As she continued to make her art, Josephine kept her attention on Harriet's words. Her picture was coming together, taking on the image of a motherly goddess holding the world in her hands with upmost care. Her perspective of love seemed to run deeper than most would expect. Josephine didn't find Harriet's interests boring at all. In fact, she was quite infatuated with the concept of Greek Mythology. Maybe that was why her picture turned out the way it did. One of the many reasons why Josephine liked learning about all kinds of different things. You never know which one you'll end up taking inspiration from.

Josephine's soft smile and gentle attitude remained the same as she nodded. She took pride in the more bright tone that she got out of Harriet, signifying that she was succeeding in lightening the mood for her. She even made her chuckle a little bit, making Josephine smile more upon hearing it. As long as she made the other feel more comfortable around her, it was more than an accomplishment. Josephine was just extraordinary kind, it seemed. In her eyes, selflessness goes a long way.

Josephine giggled herself when Harriet had asked if she was an artist. She was flattered by the question. It did make her feel better about her art skills. "Oh, no, I could never. I'm not nearly as talented as others I've seen." She then looked over at Harriet's art, admiring the direction she went in and the designs she had on there. "But I like yours too. It really does bring out the appeal in mythology. I'm guessing Hades and Persephone is your favorite story?"

Josephine knew about that one. Telling the story of how the seasons of winter and spring came to be. She's learned from many different cultures and their tales about the things that have shaped the world. It was always fascinating and she felt that it was pretty helpful in order to be able to connect with the community. Which, speaking of, Josephine perked up from hearing Harriet ask about her job.

"Oh! I work in Town Hall. I'm a
Recreational Professional, which means that I'm in charge of planning and organizing activities and programs for Revelstoke. Things like parks, camps, community center, and healthcare. I tend to the well-being and the benefits for various groups." Josephine went on as she explained her job, which she was very passionate about. Anyone could tell that she was made for her position, as she was enough of a caring person to persist in that field.


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Lukas Nam

L
ukas had to use the strength of the gods and anime to stop himself from rolling his eyes into the next dimension as Angela stubbornly ignored his subtle motion to move on from that subject, grumbling that she wouldn't have done any of the stuff he said. Which, to be fair, was true. She hadn't. But still—cut a guy some slack. Give him a little room to work with, right?
"Well, then maybe it was your alter ego that’s actually nice to me because I saved your ass, and it forced its way to the surface to thank me?"
Lukas waved his hand dismissively, still holding the Mentos up in front of her.
"Fuck. Never mind, who cares about that."

As Angela leaned back in her chair, looking as annoyed but still somehow entertained as usual when they bickered, Lukas felt that familiar burst of energy. His eyes lit up, and he sat up straighter, his gaze returning to the bubbling concoction of brown disappointment they’d somehow managed to create. Honestly, if it exploded? That’d be perfect for Lukas.
One, it would be hilarious, and two, if Angela was serious about making him drink this mess, if it blew up, well, there’d be nothing left to drink. Score one for Lukas.
"There we go, girl, there’s the spirit!"

But just as he was about to drop the Mentos into the potion, he stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly in mock contemplation, a little smirk tugging at his lips.
"Hmmm...this isn't very smart..."
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the entire pack of Mentos. There were about eight more candies in assorted colors.
"One’s probably not enough to do much of anything, let’s do this the right way, yeah?"

And with that, he dropped all of the Mentos into the fizzing potion, working fast to stir it up.
The reaction was instant. The potion leveled up from fizzing and foamed up in a matter of seconds, rising out of the container in a messy eruption. It shot up just high enough to spill over the sides, foaming and splattering across the table in a chaotic mess.
Lukas jumped back, laughing, and quickly pulled Angela with him, just out of the reach of the splattering liquid. He leaned over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at the wild potion they’d just created.
"Now that’s more like it. We’re shaping up to be some real powerful witches now, aren’t we?"

His voice was full of that trademark playful confidence, a cheerfulness in stark contrast to the mess they’d just made. He paused for a second, his eyes scanning the table, taking in the bubbling disaster they'd caused. But then his gaze slid to the neatly bottled potions on their neighbors’ tables—perfectly crafted, heart-shaped glass holders filled with shimmering, pristine pink concoctions.
Lukas raised an eyebrow, looking back at Angela, then glancing between her and the flawless potions next to them.
"Man...their potions are looking mighty fine. It’d be a shame if someone swiped ‘em, don’t you think? Unless you're happy with us scooping up our disaster into a to-go bottle?"
Lukas wasn't really a 'thief' or anything, but the people next to them seemed to have a couple of bottles and losing two bottles didn't seem like that big a deal to him.
There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he looked at her, daring her to play along. The playful challenge hung between them, and even though he was still as insufferable as ever, there was something warm and almost endearing in the way he leaned in closer, waiting for her response like a puppy waiting for it's command.


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Jupiter Khaing

J
upiter rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small smile as Isabelle told him they'd have a blast. He couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about the whole thing—he sincerely doubted they'd be having a blast—but he could imagine maybe having a pleasant enough afternoon with her, as long as everything didn't go to shit like it had many times before that is. With a resigned sigh, he shuffled toward the door and closed it tightly behind him.
"Yeah, yeah, let’s get this disaster on the road."
He chuckled, his voice light, as he walked alongside Isabelle. He stole a quick glance at her when she mentioned this would technically be their ‘third date.’ He hadn’t been thinking about it that way—was she implying this was a date? He didn't think that she was asking him to go with her with that in mind, but...well, it didn't bother him, and it didn’t seem like a big deal to clarify. Besides, her energy was contagious, so he just kept quiet, letting her pull him along by the arm, her excitement practically radiating off of her.
As they made their way into town and towards the shop where they’d be making these love potions, Jupiter couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. When they finally reached the Valentine's Day-themed store, Isabelle teased him with some playful prodding about making a better potion then him. Jupiter rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile as he poked her gently on the forehead.
"Pretty sure we're supposed to be working together to make a love potion or whatever, Isabelle. But if you're that fired up for a contest, I guess we could do it separately."

He smirked down at her, clearly confident that if this did turn into a competition, he’d win. He was so sure of himself. With a flicker of playful challenge in his eyes, he leaned down closer to her, lowering his voice a little, just to add a touch of drama to his words.
"I will warn you though, I won’t go easy on you and..."
He paused for a beat, narrowing his eyes at her as he smirked.
"I'm great at following directions and taking measurements, so you'd probably be screwed going up against me."

He said it with an almost teasing air, knowing full well that his job required him to handle sensitive materials and conduct precise measurements every day. Though this whole potion-making thing wasn’t exactly his typical wheelhouse, he was confident he'd be able to handle it. It was more about precision than anything, and he had that down to an art.
As he straightened up, he looked at Isabelle with a playful grin, clearly enjoying this casual little back-and-forth. This was definitely going to be an interesting day, even if the whole love potion thing seemed a little ridiculous.


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Connor Bishop





































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Connors stood there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, leaning in to scrutinize her painting until she finally caught his gaze, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

He shifted his focus from the artwork to her eyes, his own narrowing slightly as he spoke, "It's not exactly.. acceptable, but I wouldn't call myself a stalker..just an admirer in a public space." He straightened up, leaning back slightly, revealing his peculiar habit of observing people, whether up close or from a distance.

Maybe that did make him a bit of a stalker, but he refused to entertain that notion. The whole situation struck him as amusing; they were acting like strangers yet shared a history of friendship, once best friends, and now, well, he wasn't quite sure what they were. Strangers seemed to fit the bill.

"Didn’t mean to spook you," he added in a low voice, glancing around the forest.. Then she began to explain her drawing, pulling him back into the moment, and he couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm and passion radiating from her..something she had always possessed.

Her words were a bit confusing, yet he found himself hanging on to every syllable, even if his face betrayed a disinterested demeanor, a trademark of his.
She stumbled over her thoughts, prompting him to fill the silence, "Interesting," he remarked, "So you've gone from painting strangers to birds, huh?" He exhaled, reminiscing about the days when she would capture the essence of people on canvas, and now she was exploring something completely different.

How much time had passed?

The conversation felt awkward, but he brushed it off; Kara was here after all, and he wasn’t about to let her slip away again. "I've been fine, you?" he asked, his tone flat and dry, but before she could respond, he added, "You look good, Kara." It was a genuine observation; she seemed at peace, a stark contrast to the chaos of their past. His tone wasn't the most enthusiastic, but it was the most he could muster trhuthfully without sounding too cold.
































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Manuel Barker





































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Manuel raised an eyebrow, particularly as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek, a surprising warmth creeping up to his face.
How peculiar, he mused, but quickly dismissed it as inconsequential. Autumn was all that occupied his mind; surely a simple peck on the cheek didn’t signify anything inappropriate. What was he even thinking? He and Autumn weren’t officially a couple, yet he was determined to make things work with her, even if they were currently in a bit of a mess.

He blinked, shaking off the tangled thoughts that had ensnared him. "Oh come on... can't or won't?" he shot at Rowan, noticing her discomfort in this bizarre situation. He wouldn’t enjoy it either, having to kiss a bunch of random people, some of whom were either significantly older or younger than her, which made his stomach churn.
She had guts, he thought, wondering who on earth had put her up to this. After a moment of contemplation, he realized she seemed pretty committed to sticking it out, and the last thing he wanted was to get punched again for being a nuisance.

So, he decided to bide his time. "Alright, I’ll wait, but don’t come whining to me when you hit your thousandth kiss and are sick of it. I was your escape," he shrugged, a smile and a chuckle escaping him as he turned to let the next people in line have their turn with Rowan, shaking his head as he glanced back over his shoulder.

After spending a few hours with Darcy and the kids, Manuel found himself passing the kissing booth again, just as Rowan was wrapping up.
About damn time, he thought, as he strolled over to a nearby booth to grab some cotton candy and a pretzel. "Hey, I’ll be back in a bit, Darce. Don’t wait for me if you guys decide to leave," he called out before making his way to Rowan.

"It’s been a few hours, Ms. Cupid," he smirked, presenting her with the treats he had picked up. "Thought you might need something to wash away the taste of... well, all those lips," he grimaced at the thought, a shudder running down his spine. "So, where do you feel like going?" he asked.

































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Trying to loosen up
Lacey Dixon
Lacey rested her forehead on her arms, feeling the relentless throb in her head. Seriously, was drinking even a smart move right now? Probably not. The last time she had a drink, she was a total lightweight, and considering it had been years since she last touched alcohol, she was bound to end up completely plastered.

Great.

The phrase "sparkling cosmopolitan" echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of drink that was. Whatever, she thought, dismissing it. She had faith in the bartender's expertise, especially since she had mentioned the drink's kick..exactly what she needed to drown out the chaotic thoughts swirling in her head.

She observed the bartender as she crafted the drink, her movements so fluid and effortless that it was almost mesmerizing.
The final product looked delicious, but would it actually taste good? Probably not.. Lacey had always loathed the taste of alcohol, particularly vodka, and she eyed the clear liquid with skepticism.
But whatever, she decided, she was going to drink it anyway. "Valentine's menu, huh?" she quipped with a lazy smirk as the bartender slid the drink her way.

Lifting her head, she inspected the colorful concoction..it was pretty, at least. Taking a tentative sip, the harsh taste of alcohol assaulted her taste buds, making her wince as she swallowed it like a bitter pill.
Still, it delivered the buzz she craved, and she allowed herself a moment to enjoy it before locking eyes with the bartender.
"It'd be a joke to say I’m waiting for someone," she chuckled lightly. "Just me tonight." Her gaze lingered on the bartender for a heartbeat longer before drifting back to her drink. She figured she could either sit there staring at her full glass or let loose and have some fun.

"Hm-?" she looked up as the bartender suggested some food, which might help balance out the alcohol. That was a thought worth considering, but what really caught her attention was the recommendation for a nearby restaurant.

She couldn't tell if the bartender was suggesting they go together.. or what.. She felt unexpectedly at ease and was hell-bent on shedding the tension that weighed her down..as if her job and her mom's endless nagging were just background noise. All she craved was a dash of spontaneity, a break from the monotony. So maybe doing so is what she needed, and she couldn't help help the sultriness to her tone as she asked, "Suggesting we go together..?" she teased the bartender, a sparkle dancing in her eyes, though she had no real intention behind it.

Flirting was the last thing on her mind, especially with a woman..wasn’t it? She swirled the contents of her drink with the tiny straw provided with the drink, allowing herself to relax if not just for a moment.

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Percy Kramer





































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    Amused
















Percy leaned back, waiting for her to throw something back at him, something sharp enough to match his own biting remarks. She had been doing a stellar job of riling him up, and he could see that glint in her eye, the kind that suggested she was just itching to provoke him further. And he was spot on in his assumption.

"Oh thank god, my knight in shining armor, how will i ever repay you?" she shot back, her voice dripping with obvious sarcasm.

A lazy smirk crept onto his face; how funny, he mused, she was actually keeping him entertained. Normally, he’d be yawning within minutes of any conversation, but here she was, pulling him in like a moth to a flame.

"Hmm, I must say, it’s flattering to know you see me that way," he replied with a smirk. "Not every day does a stunningly dressed woman like you call me a knight in shining armor," he added, punctuating his words with exaggerated air quotes. He took another swig from his bottle, feeling the alcohol’s warmth wash over him, or maybe it was just her presence..perhaps a mix of both.

"Tell me.. do I give off creepy vibes?" he chuckled. "I mean, I’m three seats away from you; if I were a creep, I’d be right next to you, breathing down your neck," he rolled his eyes playfully, locking his gaze with hers for a moment, his expression turning serious.
He listened as she volleyed retorts back at him, each one more amusing than the last. "You’re not wrong there.. most women I meet are either painfully dull or overly eager," he remarked. "So if you’re wondering why I’m flying solo, that’s the reason. I’m just tired of the same old." He scrutinized her, as if she might be the refreshing change he was looking for, but he didn’t dwell on it.

"Wouldn't that make you ..said.. special kind of someone?" he raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re putting up with me right now, aren’t you? I don’t see you making a beeline for the exit," he teased, confident in his assessment.
"And just so we’re clear, if I were on the prowl for.. someone, it would be painfully obvious," he said, giving her a knowing look that suggested he was more than aware of the game they were playing. He liked this one.

Percy wasn't this entertained with her before, but now he was completely ensared.

His initial judgment had been way off; he had anticipated her to be all stiff and serious, yet here she was, tossing back witty and hilarious comebacks as if they were both in on some playful competition.
































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Thrilled
Angela Martinez
Angela's glare intensified as he continued to spew the nonsense he was so eager to uphold. Just when she was about to fire back with another stubborn comeback, he brushed her off.

"Honestly, I care about it... clarity... ever heard of it?" she shot back, but then thought better of pushing the issue further. Maybe it was wiser to let it slide for now; she could always nag him about it later, even if it was a trivial matter.

Why did it even matter? This guy wasn’t a creep, just a bit odd and perhaps a little unhinged, but there was something about him that was starting to intrigue her.
She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but he had a knack for keeping her engaged, making it hard for her to just walk away.
In fact, she liked to think that if she did leave, he’d probably flood her phone with messages, and that was her excuse for sticking around. It was infuriating, really, how he could turn her irritation into a strange sort of fascination, like a moth drawn to a flickering light, even if that light was a bit too erratic for her taste.

Her gaze returned to the brown concoction in front of her...could they even call this a love potion? It looked more like a Valentine’s Day disaster, as if someone had hurled their lunch into it. Just as he was about to drop the Mentos into the mixture, he hesitated for a moment.

"No kidding, it’s not smart; we’ve been on that track the whole time," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. But as soon as the words left her mouth, he yanked out the entire packet of Mentos.

Oh great, of course.. she should have guessed.

She considered stopping him but ultimately decided against it, opting instead to watch with a mix of disbelief and amusement, gesturing for him to proceed with an incredulous shake of her head.
Deep down, she was actually eager to see this ugly potion explode; it looked so hideous that it might as well bring some excitement.

As she glanced around at everyone else's potions bubbling in pretty pinks, she couldn’t help but scoot back in her chair. If this thing blew up, she definitely didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire..gross, she thought. She watched intently as he dropped the Mentos in and stirred, already imagining how hilarious it would be if it splattered all over him.

The potion erupted violently the moment he tossed the Mentos into it, reminiscent of those ridiculous videos she used to binge-watch where people would drop the candy into Coke bottles. She never imagined she'd be in the thick of it, witnessing it firsthand. The brown liquid spewed forth like a mini volcano, drenching their entire table.

She instinctively leaned back, but Lukas had a grip on her, pulling them both away from the mess, though she didn’t mind too much; her gaze was glued to the bubbling concoction.
She could feel the stares of others around them, their faces twisted in a mix of embarrassment and irritation, but did she care? Not a chance. Just then, she felt him lean in, ready to make another snarky remark.

"Yeah, except our potion really has no use at all... wasn’t it supposed to be a love potion?" Shee smirked slightly, exhaling, shooting him a sideways glance before shoving his face away, the thought of cleaning up this disaster weighing heavily on her mind. If anyone should be cleaning up, it was him, but then she caught him eyeing the other potions around them, and that mischievous glint in his eyes was never a good sign.

When he locked eyes with her, she felt a wave of dread; whatever scheme he was concocting couldn’t be good. Then he suggested they swipe the other potions for themselves... "I never took you for a thief," she shot back, but deep down, he had a point..she really didn’t want to lug that exploded mess home; tossing it seemed like the better option.

"I take that back... maybe I do," she mused, recalling how Angela had pilfered things in the past without a hitch, especially during nights out with friends. When she glanced back at Lukas, he wore an almost pleading expression, like a puppy waiting for a command. "Are you out of your mind? No," she firmly shook her head, acutely aware that their conversation was far from private.

"Let's.. just get out of here," she said to him, leaving their mess behind as she walked through the store. she couldn’t help but steal glances at the stunning potion bottles, each one sealed tight with corks, practically begging to be taken. The temptation was too much to resist. Without a second thought, she snatched one and bolted out of the place, the disgruntled shouts of the owners fading behind her. She couldn't tell if she was being chased or not, it was just a potion bottle after all.

She hoped Lukas had caught onto what she was going to do, though her mind was racing too fast to confirm. As she jogged down the sidewalk, this was all too familiar to her; she had done this before, by herself, or with friends.
She recalled the time when she'd been pursued by the police.. just a few nights before, and there was Lukas, right beside her. It was almost eerie how history had a way of repeating itself, and she was right back where she'd started, fleeing away from trouble.



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