#melis writes stuff

[melisusthewee]

Summary: There are two games played at the Winter Palace: one of murder and deceit among the nobles, and another between Cassandra Pentaghast and Inquisitor Trevelyan who is determined to charm and dance with her.

Pairing: Cassandra Pentaghast/Male Trevelyan

Characters: Cassandra Pentaghast; Quinn Trevelyan; with brief appearances by Blackwall and Duke Gaspard

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,656

Notes: My piece for the @loveacrossthedaszine ! The zine version (if you have not yet downloaded yourself a copy) comes with really lovely spot art. But here it is now forever enshrined on AO3! It was a really great honour to be a part of this project and to get to share these silly sweet blorbos with everyone. And if you're feeling a bit spicy, this can very much be treated as the direct prequel to my first Cassmancing smut fic Impetus.

DAFF Tag List: @warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @blarrghe @agentkatie @delicatefade

[murrphius]

March

EEEEEEEEEEE Only tender ears can hear the moonshrieks on a frequency closer to god but all unblinded eyes can see the cause— the rocket sunk like a candle in cake right in his eye, his eye, my eye, the moon cries the blood bubbling and lathering up birthday pink a strawberry slathering on a pocked up bagel.

The sky goes dark. The moon has turned away, some say, but this is lunacy: We have eclipsed him.

It begins to rain. Rivulets to rivers and tender feet on earth feel them slithe and squither, the worms, the worms are OUT and about this is their chance to move to cruise and if the waters and ways be blood, so what?

The lights blink on. The shouts for all to hear, all too clear that the moon looks full umbra upon us, crying red into red into every orifice threading each crevice that dams memory.

The sun returns. He sniggers to inform us and show us up close that the moon has allies in Ea and Aquarius. Such a thirst should be quenched in kind. Drink deep, friends. Dip and drain your wells and founts— crimson to the dregs.

There is no Moses to mediate. There is only this cup, this hand, and the promise that worms will inherit the earth.

[hihopelessromantics]

y e s

THIS

Along with the things the Elizabeths and his friends have taught him, he's got a bunch of hobbies and knowledge he picked up just for himself.

He's done plenty of things just 'cause it's fun, but it wasn't always like that.

angst incoming -

Mel didn't get the chance to really know how his people lived when he was their war hero- his father kept him too occupied with the war. Meliodas seemed to be alienated from his whole tribe, and probably had little to no one to learn ordinary social skills with until his brother was born. I hc that Meliodas would help his little brother get to know their people and their culture in ways he knew he would never be allowed to do, whether that be by sneaking him reports / letters to the royal family from civilians and soldiers, helping him gain access to the restricted sections of the library, or, like I'm writing in through the wall, helping him go on little “missions” to visit his own people and experience a little of what life could have been like for them if they weren't the demon king’s sons. Now that he's cursed to wander Britannia until he can break the curse, learning more about culture and people and emotions and cool little tricks is one thing he can do that will continue to matter and stick with him over the course of his journey.

By living for himself for once, he can have more bittersweet, honest moments with people he loves. Good moments, bad ones, times he doesn't know how he's feeling and can't function because of it. He can do it all without becoming a stain on his father's throne room carpet. He can experience life. Not fully. He can't - not without his soulmate by his side. They fought with every ounce of life in them, side by side, for each other and for the future their loved ones will live in, so that they might experience life instead of simply surviving it.

He's lost everything - even his freedom is debatable - but the axe is hanging over Elizabeth's head now, not his.

All the people he's met and thought "in another life, we could have been friends" about are either dead or healing. He has another life. This is his new life, and he can make friends. They may hurt him and betray him and misunderstand him and die while he lives on endlessly, but he can make friends.

Zeldris and the Commandments should be safe in the seal. Well, safe from his father and the goddesses, at least. He didn't know what they were going through in there. He prayed it was painless. He prayed they weren't conscious, frozen but aware of passing time. He bit down hard on his arm until the blood flowed to try and stop himself from praying for forgiveness. He was stunned when one of his longtime human friends noticed - even more so when he screamed and started shouting for Meliodas to stop. His friend refused to switch topics until Mel did something other than insist he was fine, so he broke down and told him - vaguely of course - about his old team and what he had done to them. How all the dreams he was working toward were snatched away, leaving him nothing but a traitor and a failure. Pushing the demons he knew could change for the better one day even further into the darkness. Even living as an unfeeling rock, he could see little bits of their personalities, glimpses of who they could be - that habit he picked up from Zeldris never truly left him. The mundane days of the past haunted him. The mundane days in Britannia were somehow, even with the curse, so much better than the ones he suffered through as the leader of the Ten Commandments. There was nothing he could do to change the past. He just wished . . . he could see what would happen if he had been able to give them the chances he had now. He wanted them to see all of this.

The friend understood. Turns out, loss is something that can be felt between two people . . .

Whenever someone leaves his life,

He searches for things they would like, things they would find interesting. And he learns what they are.

Until he loses track of where and when and until that revived muscle humming with emotion dies again, guilt and grief vanishing to leave all those memories of learning and teaching as dull as he was, just a rock with a couple pretty pictures slipping out of his hands, falling through the gap. As it closes over and they snap out of view, all he sees is love, love, love, falling like fragile petals into oblivion.

He’ll have to brush off the dust on a couple of those things to teach Tristan. He had a feeling his son would appreciate the harmonica as much as he had back then.

Random thought of the night: Meliodas must have some really old-fashioned and odd skills. Especially to humans. He's a demon, raised in the Demon Realm, who then spent 3,000 years living amongst humans. I don't know how the world has changed over those years, but surely humans don't live the same way they did 3,000 years ago. So Meliodas must like just know how to Do Stuff.

[fjordfolk]

i don't know what it is exactly that makes me able to shitpost for hours but unable to write captions for photos so here's an overview of what happens in my head each and every time i try:

sparta: spartybartfast tehee luna: SHEEEE (by elvis costello) troja: (derogatry comment about how long/narrow she is and how shes got stuff stuck in her ears still) melis:

[melondareaper]

MY INTRO BLOG - MelonDaReaper

UPDATED: ABOUT ME

Welcome to the silly zone!!

ABOUT ME

★ Melon/Meli

★ Female

★ 15

★ TAKEN [I have a beautiful wife]

★ Friendly and chatty

★ Likes Art + Edits

★ Likes making new friends

★ Huge MK men + Invincible simp

★ Draws and makes edits

[INTERACTIONS AT THE BOTTOM OF BLOG]

COOl STUFF

Fun fact: I'm shawty down bad for a pirate man in forsaken now 🥀

INTERESTS

★ FORSAKEN

★ Call Of Duty [MW + Ghosts + BO]

★ INVINC— I mean. [TITLE CARD]

GOALS

★ Learn how to draw Johnny's hair

★ Learn how to draw Kenshi's hair

★ Request someone to draw Johnny giving me a rose :3

★ Be Tumblr Famous

★ Become the bestest friend ever

★ Getting my Kuai Liang [MK1] outfit

★ Get Johnny Cage shirts

★ Animate and create a mini series

★ Make Music/Songs

★ Draw John Doe from Forsaken

★ Draw Noli from Forsaken

★ Draw Mafioso from Forsaken

TAGS

★ When I Draw [#melon art]

★ When I Edit [#melon edit]

★ When I post things that are mine [#melondareaper] [#meet the goober]

★ When I make tired posts [#melon wants a hug from Johnny Cage]

★ When I Rant [#melon screams]

★ When I Write [#melon's an author]

★ When I talk w friends [#melon has friends]

★ When I talk in general [#melon talks]

★ When I talk about Forsaken [#melon is c00l]

INTERACTIONS

★ People who need a friend

★ Anons are welcomed

★ Magic Anons are welcomed

★ Every Gender is welcomed

★ Every sexuality is welcomed

★ Every Nationality is welcomed

★ Everyone has a right for their opinions (unless it's obviously unnecessary or wrong)

★ 13+ [MAINLY 15+]

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE:

★ 30+ [UNLESS I FOLLOW YOU + YOU DON'T DO NSFW]

★ Pedos

★ Transphobic, Homophobic, etc

★ Racist or Sexist

★ Hate my blog [don't interact if you don't even like my blog]

★ Harrassment

★ Proshipper [DNI AT ALL PLS]

IMPORTANT

Wasgood my guys, so like I've died frfr

So like I've been like, I've been good y'all frfr. I'm getting more freaky so um yeah 🥀 if there's posts you don't like or that don't make you comfortable please let me know!! I want to make sure everyone that sees my blog feels safe and happy, and comfortable. I'm just getting really freaky lately but that doesn't mean NSFW stuff (maybe in a joking manner but not graphical ofc). So like yah-

I love Forsaken<3

[maranull]

HELLO MARAAAAAA!

If you're still doing them, do you have any head canons as to what kind of pets the Elden Ring crew would have? And if so, how do they spend time with them?

HELLO!!

Still doing them, I just rarely think about Elden Ring on my own anymore (aside from Meli, I always think about Meli). Asks are always helpful in getting my butt to think and write for them more so ty!!

~

Melina

She would have a medium to large mixed dog. Just a puppy she found on the road one day and it stayed with her for the years to come. I think Meli walks a ton, so most of their time together is long walks and occasionally trying to tire each other out. Like, Meli might just go into a sprint, or the dog grabbing something that she doesn't know its safe or not and running away from her. Stuff like that.

Ranni

A maltese dog and a white persian cat cause girly is nothing if not loyal to a theme. Time together would be mostly just sleeping tbh. Occasional walks with the dog, but she'd mostly leave the... caring for parts of having a pet to Blaidd. Not that she wouldn't do them if he wasn't around, but it's easier to just let him do her job for her.

Polyanna

A pomeranian mix. They are doing everything together. Reading? Miss doggo will very carefully observe the shapes on the page for as long as Poly does (or until she falls asleep on Poly's lap). When on long walks she flops down on Poly's shoulder and takes a rest there. On walks with auntie (Meli), she would also rest on top of Meli's dog as they all continue their walk. Malenia always claims that's a bird in a dog's body and Poly hasn't found sufficient arguments against that :P

[mels-henryfanclub]

Committing myself to writing something rarely worked long term…

I never finished The Recovery fic, not even any drafts for a final chapter were finished for it, and I had also planned a third part that would contain snippets of adventures the cast would go on later in their lives. It brought a lot of personal disappointment after going through the ordeal of finishing The Climb, but that’s usually how it goes. Too many big plans, big events, too many characters, and barely anything to string them together.

The Climb is finished…

But now for a sequel motha fuckas

Here’s the last chapter of The Climb

I’m working on chapter one of the sequel right now and the title at the moment is The Recovery

Although I am taking suggestions on a different title for it.

[entity9silvergen]

What if Ingo was an opera singer?

I work at a performing arts center but I'm not really a music guy so I usually just mentally clock out and do fic planning during shows, and submas has been my hyperfixation for most of my time at this job which means I'm basically just thinking about putting Ingo in situations the entire time.

I saw an opera a couple of weeks ago that sparked some ideas for a fic I've been working on. Inspirational stuff. Today though I saw another opera and it had a few different people singing, including some men which I've never heard before, and I thought hey Ingo's a loud boy and proceeded to spent the rest of the time thinking about that.

Fanonically, Ingo's voice is a big part of his character. He's loud where Emmet is not and he's often more comfortable speaking than Emmet is. What if we just took that to a whole 'nother level? I love that Ingo and Emmet both battle and run the subway together but I also like them having lives separate from each other.

I can see Ingo standing atop Mount Coronet and just singing. Absolutely just belting and his voice just ringing across the land. Maybe Meli hears it from afar and bullies him into singing at a clan get together.

Back in Unova, Emmet was never one for music but since Ingo disappeared, he's gone to every opera performance in Nimbassa. Elesa's been trying to get him to stop because it upsets him but Emmet keeps going.

I don't think I'd write this but I like the visual of Ingo signing on the mountain and Emmet watching a show from the audience and a time-space distortion just yoinking Ingo from Hisui and putting Ingo on the stage, only Ingo doesn't notice so everyone is just silently freaking the fuck out while Ingo just keeps singing.

If I do anything with this idea in any way, I'll reblog this post with a link.

[nickeverdeen]

Heeyy sweetie <3

I saw you were doing matchups, and i thought that was so fking nice and wanted to try too. I wanted to try with Arcane and Umbrella Academy.

My name's Meli, and I'm pansexual without any preference. I'm an introvert, and most of the time quiet unless I really trust someone. I had some trust issues, so, it does take me a lot to trust someone. I'm creative (or at least that I a been told), the mother like friend, and an overthinker. Most of the times I wear headphones because I have social anxiety and tend to get overwhelmed with loud noises very easily. I am very sarcastic and have a dark sense of humour and I curse a lot in Spanish (that's my first language,) and English. I'm also a people pleaser, and I just put everyone above me not matter what. I'm an observer and a very empathetic person. Most of the times, i match the other person's emotions without noticing, or if I not e they aren't feeling okay, I do try to make them feel better with subtle things (or at least I try to)

I love to write and read. I have many hobbies, like playing guitar, drawing, painting, sewing and cooking, among other stuffs. I mostly read thriller but I end up reading about everything tbh. I LOVE true crime, and that's why I ended up watching everytime I end up in YouTube.

I hate conflict (mostly angry yelling) loud noises (I said that before, but well), and people who just don't care about other people's emotions.

Feel free to not do this and take your time <3 I'm so sorry if any of this doesn't make sense, my English kinda sucks tbh.

PS: I’m absolutely loving the petname for me

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Your Arcane match is…

Viktor

Viktor would appreciate your quiet nature and find comfort in your presence

You’d both enjoy sitting in comfortable silence while working on your respective projects

He’d be fascinated by your creativity, often asking for your input on his inventions or sharing ideas with you, knowing that your perspective would add depth to his work

Viktor would understand your trust issues and never rush you

He’d be patient, allowing you to open up at your own pace, and when you finally do, he’d cherish that trust deeply

He’d find your dark sense of humor refreshing, often joining in with his own dry wit

Your shared sarcasm would create an unspoken bond between you two

Viktor would be very mindful of your social anxiety and sensitivity to loud noises, ensuring that your environment is as calm and quiet as possible when you’re together

Your ability to empathize with others would resonate with Viktor, who often carries the weight of the world on his shoulders

He’d find solace in your understanding and support

As an observer, you’d notice the subtle ways Viktor cares for others, even when he doesn’t say much

You both would enjoy late-night discussions about science, philosophy, and the intricacies of the human mind, often losing track of time in your conversations

Viktor would appreciate the subtle ways you try to make him feel better, like bringing him a cup of tea when he’s stressed or offering a gentle touch when words aren’t enough

Your love for reading and writing would match well with Viktor’s intellectual nature

Viktor isn’t one for grand displays of affection, but he’d show his care for you in small, meaningful ways—like fixing your headphones when they break or leaving you notes in your native language

Viktor would be intrigued by your love for true crime, occasionally joining you in watching documentaries or discussing interesting cases

Viktor would gently encourage you to prioritize your own needs, reminding you that it’s okay to put yourself first sometimes, even if it’s hard for you to do so

He’d be a steady, supportive presence in your life, always there to listen or offer advice when you’re feeling overwhelmed or anxious

Viktor would surprise you with small, handmade gifts that show how much he values your creativity and the unique bond you share

Your The Umbrella Academy match is…

Five Hargreeves

Five would absolutely love your sarcasm and dark humor

The two of you would engage in quick-witted banter that would leave everyone else around you struggling to keep up

Despite his tough exterior, Five would be incredibly protective of you, especially when he realizes how much you put others above yourself

He’d be the first to step in if someone tries to take advantage of your people-pleasing nature

Five would be drawn to your intelligence and creativity, often seeking your opinion on complex matters

Five understands what it’s like to have trust issues, and he’d be patient with you, giving you the time and space you need to feel comfortable around him

Five would appreciate your quiet nature, often just sitting in silence with you, finding peace in the moments where neither of you feels the need to fill the space with words

Your shared dark humor would lead to inside jokes that only the two of you understand, often leaving others puzzled or slightly alarmed by your conversations

Though Five doesn’t always show it, he’s deeply empathetic

He’d notice when you’re matching his emotions and would appreciate your efforts to make him feel better, even if he doesn’t always say it outright

Five would respect your need for personal space and quiet, never pushing you to engage more than you’re comfortable with

He’d also ensure that your time together is never too overwhelming

Five would be intrigued by your love for true crime and thrillers, often joining you in binge-watching documentaries or discussing the psychology behind criminal behavior

Five isn’t big on traditional romance, but he’d show his affection in subtle ways, like making sure you have your favorite snack or fixing something in your house without asking

You both would bond over your love for books, often exchanging recommendations and discussing your favorite plots or character developments

When you’re feeling down, Five would use his sarcasm to lift your spirits, knowing exactly how to make you smile with a well-timed, snarky comment

Five would deeply respect your ability to observe and understand others, recognizing how valuable that skill is, especially in tense situations

Five would be there for you during moments of social anxiety, quietly offering his presence as a grounding force, never making you feel pressured to interact more than you want to

The two of you would have dark comedy nights where you watch the most twisted movies and shows, laughing at the absurdity while enjoying each other’s company

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Tag List: @callsignwidow

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hey Sweetheart <3

I saw your matchups were open, and I will like to request one for Supernatural, X-men ans Stranger things. My name's Meli, and I'm 18. I'm pansexual without any preference.

Personality wise: I'm an introvert, and most of the time quiet unless I really trust someone. I had some trust issues, so, it does take me a lot to trust someone. I'm creative, kinda the mother like friend, and an overthinker. Most of the times I wear headphones because I have social anxiety and tend to get overwhelmed with loud noises very easily. I am very sarcastic and have a dark sense of humour and I curse a lot in Spanish (that's my first language,) and English. I'm also a people pleaser. I'm an observer and a very empathetic person.

Physical appearance: I'm 5'2, and in the curvy side with brown skin and curly purple hair. My eyes are dark brown and I wear glasses.

I love to write and read. I have many hobbies, like playing guitar, drawing, painting, sewing and cooking, among other stuffs. I mostly read thriller but I end up reading about everything tbh. I LOVE true crime, and that's why I ended up watching everytime I end up in YouTube.

Hi, Meli!

I would love to write you some matchups!

<333333333

I really hope you like them!

Enjoy!

<33333333

Romantic Matchups; Supernatural, X-Men, and Stranger Things

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

It was supposed to be a quiet day for both of you.

You were sitting on a bench at the park, sketchbook balanced on your lap, headphones on, lost in your art.

You had been working on a piece for a few minutes when your pencil slipped, ruining the details.

Frustrated, you cursed in Spanish - loudly.

Sam, who had been walking nearby, immediately turned his head at the outburst.

The language caught his attention first, but then he noticed you - curly purple hair, glasses slipping down your nose, and an intense, concentrated expression that softened into pure frustration.

“Uh… Are you okay?” He asked, approaching cautiously, hands in his pockets.

You pulled off your headphones, slightly startled.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, just-” You gestured at your ruined drawing, sighing dramatically. “Art is a cruel mistress.”

He chuckled. “I get that.”

The conversation started naturally.

You had no idea who he was or what he did for a living - he just seemed like a kind, somewhat tired-looking giant.

And surprisingly, you found yourself enjoying the chat.

It started with small, random run-ins.

Sam would go back to the park sometimes, almost hoping he’d see you there.

He told himself it was just for the peaceful atmosphere - but if he was being honest, he liked talking to you.

You were wary at first.

Trust didn’t come easy for you, but something about him - his quiet patience, the way he never pushed - made you feel safe.

Sam picked up on your social anxiety quickly.

He noticed how you always wore headphones, how you observed rather than jumped into conversations.

So, he never forced interaction, letting you set the pace.

Eventually, he became one of the few people you could truly relax around.

You started texting, then hanging out more often - coffee shop visits, quiet library trips, late-night talks over the phone when neither of you could sleep.

He found your dark humor hilarious.

He’d blink in surprise at first, then break into laughter.

“Wow. And here I thought I had a messed-up sense of humor.”

You’d teach him Spanish curses, mostly because he asked, and Sam would use them in the most unexpected moments - like when he stubbed his toe or when Dean annoyed him.

You nearly died laughing the first time you heard him mutter “Mierda, Dean.”

He adored how passionate you were about writing, always asking what you were working on.

If you ever got writer’s block, he’d help brainstorm ideas or read through your drafts, giving thoughtful feedback.

Somewhere along the way, the friendship blurred into something deeper.

Sam found himself looking forward to your texts, to your sarcasm, to the warmth you brought into his life.

You, on the other hand, realized how much you trusted him.

How his presence didn’t drain you like most social interactions did.

How he made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt in years.

The first real 'oh moment' for Sam was when he saw you playing the guitar.

You had mentioned it in passing, but watching you so effortlessly lost in music, your fingers moving skillfully along the strings, had him mesmerized.

For you, it was when Sam brought you a book he thought you’d like.

Not just any book - he had gone out of his way to research thrillers and true crime novels, picking one with a plot he knew would fascinate you.

It was such a small thing, but it meant everything.

It wasn’t dramatic.

It wasn’t planned.

It just… Happened.

One night, after watching a horror movie at the bunker (because of course that’s what you convinced him to do), you made some offhand comment about how you didn’t understand why people in movies never had a plan.

“If I was in a horror movie, I’d survive,” You said confidently.

Sam laughed. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because I wouldn’t be stupid enough to split up, and I’d bring a giant like you to protect me.”

He smiled, something soft in his expression. “I’d protect you no matter what.”

You looked at him - really looked at him.

And suddenly, the air felt different.

He hesitated for a second before quietly admitting, “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

Your brain short-circuited, and for the first time, words failed you.

But the answer was obvious when you reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly.

Sam isn’t flashy about love, but he shows it in quiet, meaningful ways.

He loves running his fingers through your curly hair absentmindedly while reading, occasionally getting his hand stuck in a tangle and laughing sheepishly.

If you ever get overwhelmed in public, he subtly shields you from crowds, placing a reassuring hand on your back or offering his jacket if you forgot your headphones.

He adores watching you paint or draw.

Sometimes, he’ll read while you work, enjoying the comfortable silence between you two.

He insists on learning how to cook your favorite foods - even if it takes him a few tries to get them just right.

You sew patches onto his old jackets, fixing up the ones he refuses to throw away.

It becomes a small, intimate tradition between you two.

Late-night deep conversations are a regular thing.

You’ll lay on the couch, feet tangled together, talking about everything - life, death, the universe.

Sam loves how your mind works, how passionate you are about things that interest you.

You make him playlists, and he listens to them religiously.

Even Dean starts teasing him about it.

He writes little notes on post-its in your books - inside jokes, sweet comments, or just a simple; “This part made me think of you.”

You trace the veins on his hands when you’re cuddling, absentmindedly memorizing every line.

Sam thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Mornings are slow and soft.

Sam always wakes up before you, but he stays in bed just a little longer to let you sleep, pressing a kiss to your forehead before eventually getting up.

You steal his hoodies constantly.

He loves it.

It goes down to your knees, it's insane.

Lazy Sundays involve reading together in bed, his arm draped around you, occasionally interrupting each other to share a passage from your books.

You introduce him to your favorite horror podcasts and true crime documentaries.

He pretends it doesn’t creep him out, but you totally catch him double-checking the locks afterward.

He’ll lift you up just to mess with you, laughing when you swat at him.

You bring out his playful side.

He teases you in Spanish just because he likes hearing you switch languages when you get flustered.

If you ever have nightmares, he holds you close, murmuring reassurances until you fall back asleep.

Go out of his way to make sure you feel safe, both physically and emotionally.

Support your writing and always ask about your latest projects.

Learns Spanish phrases just to make you smile.

Buys you sketchbooks without you asking because he knows how much you love to draw.

Reads true crime books with you - even if they creep him out a little.

Play the guitar for him on rough nights when he can’t sleep.

Keep him grounded when he starts overthinking.

Hold his hand under the table when he gets lost in thought, just to bring him back to the moment.

Sam Winchester is the kind of love that’s quiet but deep - steady, unwavering, and warm.

He cherishes every moment with you, making even the smallest things feel special.

And at the end of the day, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than by your side.

And don't worry, you won't die.

~~~

X-Men;

Peter Maximoff -

His canon age for X-Men currently is around 23/24.

Anyway...

You were already part of the X-Men team when Peter joined.

You weren’t the most talkative person, especially around new people, but Peter’s energy was hard to ignore.

He noticed your headphones first - mostly because he was about to steal them, thinking they were a cool pair.

But when he realized they belonged to you, he backed off with an awkward little smirk.

“Didn’t know we had another music junkie here,” He had said, tilting his head to check out what you were listening to.

You gave him an unimpressed stare but muttered a dry “Yeah,” before slipping your headphones back on.

Peter, being Peter, didn’t take the hint to leave you alone.

He liked a challenge, and your quiet, observant nature intrigued him.

Peter made it his personal mission to get you to laugh.

Your dark humor and sarcasm meshed perfectly with his, and once you started warming up to him, it became a back-and-forth of snarky comments and teasing.

“You know, I think I’m growing on you.”

“Like a disease.”

“Damn, at least make it sound cute.”

He absolutely abuses the fact that you curse in Spanish.

Half the time, he has no idea what you’re saying, but he loves the way you mutter curses under your breath when he annoys you.

Sometimes he’ll ask you to translate, but other times, he just assumes it’s something creative.

He catches you off guard with his moments of genuine kindness - if you ever look overwhelmed or overstimulated, he’s the first to distract you with a joke or a quick getaway (literally picking you up and running if needed).

Peter adores your creativity.

He’ll sit and watch you draw, sketch, or paint, sometimes making dumb commentary as if he’s a professional art critic.

"Ah yes, the delicate brushstrokes… Very Van Gogh. But like, if he was a little drunk.”

He totally asks you to play guitar for him and pretends he doesn’t have the biggest heart eyes while you do.

Peter realizes he’s in deep when he finds himself slowing down just to be around you.

He’s usually impatient, always zipping from place to place, but with you? He actually enjoys taking things slow.

He starts noticing the little things - how you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re focused, the way your nose scrunches when you’re annoyed, the soft way you hum when you're lost in thought.

You, on the other hand, start realizing your feelings when you get way too comfortable around him.

You don’t normally trust people so easily, but with Peter, it’s… Different.

He’s loud, chaotic, and a mess, but he never makes you feel like you have to put up a front.

He gets more touchy without even realizing it - leaning against you, playfully bumping shoulders, ruffling your hair (though he immediately stops if it messes with your curls).

The team definitely sees it before you two do.

There’s constant teasing from Jean, Scott, and even Hank at times.

“So, how long have you two been dating?”

“What? We’re not-”

“Yeah, sure, tell that to the way you look at them, Maximoff.”

Peter is not a subtle man, so it’s not a surprise when he blurts it out at the most unexpected time.

Maybe it’s after a mission, when adrenaline is still high and he sees you tending to a small wound on your arm.

The thought of almost losing you hits him harder than expected.

“Okay, so, funny thing- I’m crazy about you,” He says, shifting nervously. “Like, full-speed, no-brakes, ridiculous kind of crazy.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Peter-”

“No pressure! But, y’know, if you feel like crushing my heart, please do it gently.”

You roll your eyes, smirking. “I think I'll pass on crushing your heart, Pete.”

Playful and chaotic, but also incredibly soft.

Peter is all about making you smile, even if it means doing the dumbest things.

He lives to steal your glasses and put them on, doing a horrible impression of you.

“I am an intellectual. I read big books and tolerate no bullshit.”

He means it in the sweetest way, though!

He always calls you some sort of nickname in Spanish after hearing you speak Spanish so much.

It just rolls off his tongue naturally.

Impulse road trips - or rather, run trips.

He’ll scoop you up and just go, letting you pick a random destination to explore for the day.

Music-sharing nights.

He introduces you to his favorite classic rock songs, and you show him your favorite playlists.

Sometimes, he just sits back and watches as you strum your guitar, totally smitten.

He tries to cook for you, but it’s a disaster.

You have to take over while he watches, sneaking bites of whatever you’re making.

Movie nights where he speeds through the boring parts just to make you laugh (and because he has no patience).

Late-night comfort talks.

Naps together.

Peter may have too much energy, but he loves curling up with you when you’re both exhausted.

He’s a human heater and always drapes himself over you like a weighted blanket.

Helping with your hobbies.

He’ll hold your sewing supplies, attempt to draw (badly), and even let you paint tiny designs on his nails.

He’s your number-one fan.

He always messes with your curls, twirling them around his fingers absentmindedly.

He speeds off to grab random things for you just because.

You casually mention craving something?

He’s back in two seconds with it.

"The best croissants from France."

Inside jokes.

You have a ridiculous amount of them, to the point where the team just sighs whenever you two burst into laughter over something no one else understands.

He picks you up randomly just because you’re tiny compared to him.

“Pocket-sized perfection.”

“Peter, put me down-”

“Never.”

Slow down.

For someone who lives at super speed, he never rushes you.

He moves at your pace, both emotionally and physically.

Defend you aggressively if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way.

He may be a goofball, but when it comes to protecting you?

He doesn’t play around.

Surprise you with gifts - small trinkets, band t-shirts, or snacks he thought you’d like.

Remind you to take care of yourself, especially when you overthink or stress.

Ground him when he’s feeling restless or lost.

You’re one of the few people who really sees him, beyond the jokes and speedster act.

Play guitar just for him, especially when he’s feeling anxious or can’t sleep.

Make him little gifts - stitched patches for his jacket, hand-painted designs on his shoes, or just small things that show you care.

Call him out on his self-deprecating jokes when they get too real.

“Hey. You matter.”

Hold his hand.

He pretends he doesn’t care, but he melts every time.

Your relationship with Peter Maximoff is full of laughter, warmth, and deep trust.

He’s the lighthearted chaos to your observant quiet, and somehow, you just fit.

He may be fast, but with you?

He’s more than happy to take his time.

~~~

Stranger Things;

Robin Buckley -

It all started with a casual trip to Family Video.

You were looking for a good thriller movie to watch, something that would keep your mind busy because overthinking was kicking your ass that day.

As you scanned the shelves, she was watching you.

Robin had been leaning against the counter, mindlessly messing with the VHS tapes, but the second she caught sight of you, she straightened up.

It wasn’t just your presence that got her attention - it was the effortless way you moved, the air of quiet mystery that surrounded you, and God, your purple curls?

Yeah, she was a goner.

“So, you like horror movies, or are you just pretending to be cool?” She quipped, trying to act nonchalant.

You glanced at her, unimpressed but intrigued.

“Why? You gonna judge my choices, Buckley?”

Oh.

Robin felt something stir in her chest.

The sarcasm?

The sharpness in your voice?

Yeah, she liked that.

After that first meeting, you found yourself returning to Family Video more often.

Maybe it was for movies.

Maybe it was for Robin.

She started setting aside movies she thought you’d like - especially thrillers and true crime documentaries.

You never told her you were into that, but she picked up on it fast.

You bonded over sarcastic banter and dark humor.

Robin was obsessed with how quick and sharp your wit was, even when it left her speechless sometimes.

She was also painfully aware of your tendency to wear headphones and how you seemed to shrink away from crowded or loud places.

She never made a big deal out of it, but she always made sure to gently get your attention instead of startling you.

One of her favorite things to do?

Annoy you with random movie facts and puns, just to see you roll your eyes (but secretly, she knew you found it endearing).

Late-night phone calls became a thing, even if you both weren’t talking much.

Sometimes, it was just comfortable silence while you did your own things.

Robin realized she had real feelings for you when she started missing you at work, even on her days off.

Seeing you with your glasses slightly askew while you browsed the store?

Yeah, she thought that was adorable.

She started noticing little things - like how your fingers tapped against the counter when you were thinking, how you hummed to yourself when lost in thought, and how you always smelled faintly of coffee and vanilla.

She wanted to be around you all the time.

But she also knew you had trust issues, and she respected that. She never pushed, always let you set the pace.

You, on the other hand, were terrified of liking her too much.

But the way she made you laugh so effortlessly?

The way she listened to you?

It was getting harder to ignore.

It wasn’t a grand, movie-like confession.

It was messy, awkward, and so Robin.

You had stopped by Family Video one evening, headphones in place, casually browsing while Robin watched you from behind the counter.

“Hey, can I- uh- talk to you? Real quick?” She was fidgeting, a clear sign she was nervous.

You raised an eyebrow, sliding your headphones down to your neck.

“You sound like you’re about to confess to a crime.”

“No, but I am about to confess something,” She blurted out before she could chicken out.

Your heart stopped.

“Look, I know you have a hard time trusting people, and I’m probably gonna make this super awkward, but- I like you. A lot. And I don’t want to just be the ‘Family Video girl’ to you.”

You were stunned, blinking at her, taking in the pink dusting her cheeks.

“Okay,” You finally said, voice softer. “Good. Because I like you too.”

Robin visibly deflated in relief. “Oh, thank God.”

Dating Robin was like having a built-in best friend, but with more lingering touches and stupidly soft moments.

She loved playing with your purple curls, absentmindedly twisting them around her fingers while watching movies together.

You both made playlists for each other - yours filled with punk and indie rock, hers with absolute chaos (she threw in one random 80s ballad just to mess with you).

Hand-holding under tables.

She wasn’t huge on PDA, but she needed to be touching you in some way.

When you were anxious or overwhelmed, she was so good at bringing you back down.

She’d subtly tap your knee three times - a little silent way of saying, 'I’m here, you’re okay.'

Slow dancing in the video store after hours.

She’d hum some ridiculous love song while spinning you around, giggling as you tried to keep up.

Writing together.

You’d be working on something, and she’d dramatically read over your shoulder, making you laugh with her ridiculous impressions.

“Babe, what if I was a vampire? Would you still love me?”

“Robin-”

“No, seriously. Think about it.”

Cooking together.

Robin wasn’t terrible, but she definitely needed supervision.

“Babe, the pasta’s on fire.”

“... How the hell did I manage that?”

Movie marathons on rainy days, snuggled under blankets, passing popcorn back and forth.

If you ever fell asleep next to her, she’d die before waking you up.

She’d write little notes and stick them in random places for you to find.

"You’re the best thing in my life. Also, we’re out of cereal. Love you.”

When you played guitar, she’d insist you play something romantic, then dramatically fake-cry over it.

Robin would do anything to make you laugh.

If that meant embarrassing herself in public?

So be it.

She’d make sure you never felt alone.

No matter how much you overthought things, she’d always remind you, "I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

She’d fight for your trust, never rushing you but always proving that she was worth it.

Robin would remember every little detail about you - your favorite snacks, how you take your coffee, the exact way you like your pillows arranged when you sleep.

She’d sit through hours of true crime documentaries, fully invested, asking you all the wildest theories just to get you talking.

You’d ground her when she started spiraling, reminding her that she is enough just as she is.

You’d make her mixtapes filled with songs that remind you of her.

You’d defend her against anyone who tried to mess with her - sarcasm and dark humor fully loaded.

You’d sew patches onto her jackets, little things that remind her of the both of you.

And most of all?

You’d love her in a way that made her feel safe - because she never truly felt that before.

Robin would adore you.

She’d see past your walls, past your overthinking, and straight into the heart of who you are.

And she’d never want to let you go.

"You know, I used to think love was this big, dramatic thing. But with you? It just feels... Right."

Yeah, she’s a goner.

[melisusthewee]

Summary: In a time when the sky is no longer falling, former Inquisitor Quinn Trevelyan has attempted to retire to the countryside with his childhood friend-turned-Grand-Tourney-knight Ser Horatio Morris. Neither one of them can cook or bake, but Morris is certainly determined to try.

Pairing: Male Trevelyan/Original Male Character

Characters: Quinn Trevelyan; Ser Horatio Morris

Rating: G

Word Count: 3170 words

Notes: This was inspired very loosely by a writing prompt I had been holding on to for nearly a year but really veered off into its own story. It's a little bit of post-Trespasser pastoral silliness that serves as an interim to be inserted into a much larger story I am currently working on. Please enjoy The Babies(TM) and their complete domestic ineptitude!

DAFF Tag List: @warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @blarrghe @agentkatie

[melynen]

007 Fest Intro Post

Oh hey, I’m Celyan, Celyan Shaw. I was simply minding my business and maybe, perhaps, possibly I wasn’t exactly supposed to be where I ended up in… What can I say, I’m just a cat at heart, letting my nose lead me where it may.

Yes, so, either way I’m here now. Nice to meet you, everyone. I speak many languages and I can do some computer stuff too, some coding, maybe a bit of hacking, you know, beginner things really. Mum taught me, one day she wishes for me to take over from her, but I’m keeping my options open.

And I can help! Yes, just let me know what you’d like me to do and I’ll get right on it. I’m a really good listener, too, so if you need someone to talk to, well, here I am.

Hi, Mely here, it’s my 6th Fest and I’m looking forward to writing & creating lots (hopefully even collaboratively) as well as having fun with others. 😄 Making new friends would be the icing on the (birthday) cake for me. ✨

[sprinkleonthatcriticism]

Hello again!

I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the anon from this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/sprinkleonthatcriticism/766735598905163776/so-i-saw-someone-mention-namy-gaga-on-here-and?source=share

Firstly, I wanted to thank you for putting my "beware post" (if that's what you want to call it) about Namy Gaga up publicly.

Secondly, please consider this an addendum to my last ask/post with the necessary corrections and reminders.

(CONTENT WARNING FOR DISCUSSIONS OF PREDATORY BEHAVIOUR, HARASSMENT AND QUEERPHOBIA (INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO TRANSPHOBIA).)

I wanted to apologise for an error I made in that post, where I said the following regarding Namy's harassment campaign against one of her victims (Mely):

"After Mely cut ties with Namy, Namy allegedly continued to harass her, especially in her comments on the former's Facebook posts. In July 2023, Mely - who had come out about her experiences publicly in September 2022 - filed a lawsuit against Namy (yet to be resolved as of me writing this)."

At the time, I was under the impression that Mely sued Namy on the grounds of predatory behaviour and sexual abuse/harassment, to which Namy responded by doxxing her full legal name and spreading misinformation about the relationship.

Someone commented in that post, informing me that I had misinterpreted what happened regarding this lawsuit situation (my Spanish isn't perfect so I am still learning) - the quote below is taken from that person's comment:

"I highly doubt that you'll see this, but I found one glaring error in what the anonymous user's reporting of Namy's actions: I'll give them the benefit of the doubt as they may have thought that Mely attempted to file a lawsuit against Namy for sexual harassment and abuse in July 2023. After watching Biotex's newest video (which the user linked), I've realised that what actually happened was that Namy herself attempted to file a FAKE lawsuit against Mely for "defamatory claims" in an attempt to silence and incite harassment against her, even though Mely had substantial evidence to support her testimony.... When you look at that information, especially in the context of what Mely went through following the lawsuit (e.g. the doxxing of her full legal name and the Google Drive), it makes what Namy did look so much worse."

After rewatching Biotex's video (which I originally linked and will link at the end of this post again), I have realised that, in my misunderstanding, I may have unintentionally downplayed the severity of Namy's actions. Like that comment pointed out, it wasn't a case of Namy responding badly to a legitimate lawsuit - Namy tried to silence one of her victims by attempting to falsely sue her on the grounds of "defamation", which kickstarted the rest of her harassment campaign.

2. I'm aware that some people are trying to defend Namy Gaga regarding the evidence of her predatory behaviour (dated back to 2017) towards Zoe (when she was 16-17 and Namy was 18-19 - reminder that Zoe would later become one of Namy's voice actors). To my understanding, these people have been saying stuff like "Namy didn't intend on dating Zoe, unlike with Evan or Mely. It just became a collaborative relationship, in which she hired Zoe to do voice acting for her FNAF AU projects."

This is a reminder to those who believe this (in a similar fashion to those who are defending Synnibear03 bc she is demi-het (demisexual and heterosexual/heteromantic) and "didn't intend to date one of her victims"): It doesn't matter that Namy didn't intend to date Zoe. She was still being predatory towards her. Namy still commented on her voice in audio messages, saying it was "sexy". She still initiated sexually-charged conversations with Zoe while she was still underage (with Namy sharing an NSFW art WIP on one occasion and talking about her ideas for NSFW artwork on several other occasions).

3. Another thing that I'm aware of is that Namy and her defenders have used her LGBTQ+ identities (lesbian/sapphic and, more recently, genderfluid) as a shield against legitimate criticism, falsely accusing her critics of being "homophobic".

I also fear that some people will try to use Namy's actions as an excuse to mock her for being LGBTQ+ (or worse, these people will use Namy as a point to argue that every lesbian/sapphic person - or LGBTQ+ people in general - is predatory like her).

Here's my reminder which I hope will address both of these concerns (from the perspective of a bisexual person - any LGBTQ+ readers are free to form their own opinions based off of their own experiences, but PLEASE be respectful of other people's opinions/experiences/identities):

Multiple things can be true at once. 

ON ONE HAND: You should be respectful of someone's LGBTQ+ identity AND still be able to criticise their bad actions.

Bad actions do not excuse queerphobia of any kind, and ignoring this sets an awful precedent.

ON THE OTHER HAND: It is important to recognise that someone can be LGBTQ+ and still subscribe to queerphobic rhetoric (similar to how Vivziepop, a bisexual woman, has been called out for repeatedly engaging in transmisandry (for those who don't know, that's transphobia towards trans men and transmasc people) and for her - dubious at best - writing of LGBTQ+ relationships).

In Namy’s case, she is lesbian/sapphic, yet has perpetuated very harmful ideas about bisexual/pansexual women, trans men and women, and asexual people (whether through ignorance, fetishising depictions in her work, or poor attempts at making "jokes").

ALSO: Regardless of whether someone is cis, trans or gender-diverse (e.g. non-binary or genderfluid), it is possible for that same person to claim that they’re supportive of one group of trans people (or supportive of certain kinds of trans folks) and be hurtful towards those of other trans/gender-diverse identities.

Regardless of whether she identified as cis or genderfluid (still prefers "she/her", which I've used to refer to her in both of my posts) at the time she said or did transphobic things, Namy has claimed to be supportive of trans women (and recently acknowledged her errors with the "lipstick lesbian flag" situation), yet she didn’t see any issue dismissing Evan’s gender dysphoria as him being “crazy” and misgendering/deadnaming him behind his back (not to mention the “futanari drawings” I mentioned in my original post).

Again, I will link Biotex's videos below (Spanish to English subtitles needed):

PART 1 (general overview of what Namy has done): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYptunXswYI

PART 2.1 (debunking Namy's response to PART 1, with some updated information): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjwFO6v8j84

PART 2.2 (ditto): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOsdtXk4P_U

PART 3 (goes into more detail about Namy's predatory behaviour): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcrRkJPeQKg

FAIR WARNING THAT "PART 3" DISCUSSES TOPICS (predatory behaviour, sexual/emotional abuse, romantic/sexual grooming, sexual harassment, other forms of harassment (e.g. doxxing), transphobia, and the dismissing/mockery of someone's struggles with mental health) AND A LOT OF EVIDENCE THAT CAN BE PARTICULARLY DISTRESSING FOR SOME PEOPLE TO READ/LISTEN TO - YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS IMPORTANT SO PLEASE BARE THIS IN MIND IF YOU PLAN ON WATCHING IT YOURSELF.

I will also link a blog that contains beware/callout posts about Namy (it is still being updated as of me writing this - again Spanish to English translations are needed), which have a lot of evidence detailing Namy's harassment of her critics and her toxic behaviour in general:

https://www.tumblr.com/mehlopina

Thank you for reading.

(Final note: I've said it in my last post and I'll say it again. Please DO NOT harass or interact with Namy (for your own safety), and please DO NOT harass her family or her current partner (who to my knowledge have no direct involvement in what Namy has done).)

.

[cheritzssebba]

Cheritz Appreciation Week 2025

Day Six. Prompt: Thank You

I'm almost at the end of my college course, so with the amount of new time on my hands, I'm replaying Mystic Messenger. Gonna 100% get all the endings n stuff, super epic

Yeah I didn't rly plan a particular submission for this prompt so I'm just this started as a ramble, but I guess it just turned into a really long winded letter to Cheritz that they're never gonna read <3 thanks for reading, if anyone does at all. It's very long.

Thank you, Cheritz!! Mystic Messenger is how I found you. Silly thing. My friend introduced me to it, I played it, didn't understand that I had to choose just one character, got the bad ending where everything goes insane. Very cool. I'm not a person who likes dating sims because I wanna fall in love - it wouldn't take me that long to realise I was aroace soon after playing - and then I got the good endings as well as I think only one more bad ending and enjoyed the rest of the game thoroughly. I love a good mystery, perhaps MM was my introduction to my love of mystery? And a fantastic story as well, the characters have always been amazing and so well-fleshed out

Then I finished MM and bought Nameless cuz I wanted to see what else the creators of MM had made and it was absolutely beautiful. At present, I have over 760 hours in Nameless from replaying it. I remember playing the demo multiple times over, trying to get a different ending, not understanding that I had to buy the full game for that. I was like 14 fr....

But I've never stopped loving Nameless. I remember at the beginning thinking that Lance was the true route and that Nameless had something to do with Shinbi because their hair colours were similar.....no. Lance was my favourite, then Yeonho, then Red, but rn he's tied pretty solidly with Eri

I cried when my dad said he wouldn't buy Dandelion for me..I see I haven't changed. He bought it for me after I cried..I see he hasn't changed either

I played Jieun's route first but didn't have an issue with understanding the game because of 'spoilers', I just loved it. I never got a bad ending until playing Jisoo's route, where I got stuck and just decided to give up cuz I wasn't as interested in Dandelion as much as I was with MM and Nameless anyway. I think anyone can tell that from the fact I can't remember who would've been my favourite.. I tried to get Seven's route on my first play of MM, but Dandelion? Idk

After that, my fav Cheritz game went back to being MM for a while and I really liked Seven. I shipped Zen with Jaehee, and Seven with Yoosung, and I still do, super cute. But these days my favs from MM are Zen and Jaehee <3

I went back to Nameless being my favourite after that, replayed it after I finished playing it and replayed it again and again and again and frequently rewatched Meli's play throughs of it too

I looked back to the MM wiki to find the chatroom timings I need to 100% the game, and that's where I was shocked to realise that Another Story came out in like 2017 or 2018..that's insane to me, cuz in my memory, it's always felt like it came out a long time after MM but actually it was only about a year or so..huh

I did play V's route when it came out but I didn't really like V and my schedule wasn't really optimal for it etc, so I don't think I ended up playing Ray's route? But from that I ended up liking MM less and less. Mostly for the fandom and how people love MM but won't think to play Nameless or Dandelion, and they'll write you off if you try to bring the previous games up

I hated how Another Story was clearly so different to the original story, and thought it was all because of the fanbase having too much influence on the company. I've honestly ALWAYS hated when people would cry for a V, Ray or VANDERWOOD route cuz I never saw the point in it, and how the routes wouldn't even make sense for the game, etc

So I wrote Another Story off for a long time cuz of that, but now I realise that just because Cheritz made it to please fans, that doesn't mean that it's not completely irrelevant and stuff that's added to the game in post can still be 'canon', relevant and be used to understand the Cheritzverse a lot more

I thought a very similar thing about The Ssum when it came out. I was very excited for its release but became disappointed and bored quickly upon playing it. It didn't have strong mystery, story, character etc for a long time. That's not the kinda story I like... Also, way too long. The format of Mystic Messenger is already so difficult and now they've just made it longer..stupid

But currently, through other people, I've found that it does have mystery, story, some character, relevancy to the Cheritzverse, and even multiple endings. Multiple endings is one of my favourite things....... I still might never 100% Ssum, that's how I like to play games I love these days and so if I can't 100% then, well. Isn't there like over a year of content for it? Ugh. I'll probably have a go at playing it every now and then when I'm finished with getting all the endings of MM, bleh

That's basically the history.... I love Cheritz. I love mystery, I love the relatable and realistic characters, I love the themes even if the newer games can be a bit clumsy with how they handle them. It's all in the intention, cuz I think even if they're using AI, which they shouldn't, I don't think it's cuz they don't care, but cuz they're just struggling. I'm disappointed in them for charging subscriptions for crappy Ssum but the fans have shown that they'll only pay attention to their mobile games and they're free to play, so how else will they get their money?

I have autism.... I'm very autistic about this company and have been for almost a decade now. It's my biggest special interest and I'll never stop loving it - I have 2 tattoos that are both inspired by Cheritz. I've collected all of the Nameless DLC as well as all of @moonlit-sweet-dreams and @oriyume fan merch, and have been slowly collecting some of the merch, and I'm deadset on at least getting my own Nameless Crobi Doll one day, no matter how long it takes, no matter how difficult it is, no matter who I have to find them from. I WILL get a Red, at the very absolute least. That's what I hope..

For MM, I got the RFA Member Package for my birthday either last year or the year before? It couldn't have been that long ago..but I also am currently wearing an offbrand merch of a 707 tshirt my mom got me for Christmas, and own a jacket of based on his design. Both we got from Amazon..

I don't think I own anything Dandelion sadly, but I keep all my Cheritz stuff in a drawer dedicated only to it :3 it will one day fill up. I even keep the packages they were delivered in, included as souvenirs... God, the autism is strong in this one

Cheritz...... You did a thing. And ever since you did a thing, I have been there. I'm just an autistic guy who loves his autistic thing. Thank you.... I've supported you in the past and I'll keep supporting your forever.

I'm sad about you forgetting your old games but only promoting your mobile ones, but I can even forgive that because I understand how hard it can be for a small company with so little time on their hands.. Oh well. That just means it's up to me to fill that void. You won't mention your other games; Melizbeauty, who was a staple of the community, was forced out and can't return; a lot of people who played the first games don't talk about them anymore, and a lot of new fans refuse to listen

I'll be here though. With my tiny little passionate community. With my best friends. You can come and you can go, but I'll always be here if you ever wanna come back.

I worry that maybe I'm why people don't interact with the community. Maybe they just wanna be casual fans and don't wanna see the same bloke talking about Nameless every time, always talkin about crap they don't care about, connections to other games, askin for interaction, whatever

Maybe that's true, maybe that isn't. It probably isn't, it's not something that makes that much sense. Whether people want me to or not, someone has to keep this thing alive, has to keep the old stuff from being forgotten, has to tend to this place like a garden that's dying but still is salvagable, even with its weeds crawling up the cracks everywhere and the sunlight that's never there. Someone has to do this job..and if it ain't anyone else, I ain't complainin if it has to be me, so oh well. You want somethin doin, you do it your bleedin self, that's how I see it

Thank you, Cheritz. I can't speak for everyone, but I think we love you. I do at the very least. I've loved you from the moment I met you. I love you now and always will

It's always that cliche of saying "you've changed/saved my life" and sure, I guess it's not like it saved me from a dark period or anything extreme like that. But it's true I guess I can't imagine my life without Cheritz. Maybe that's only cuz it's something I've dedicated almost a decade of my life towards tho but I'm about to dedicate even more years to something because of it

The special interest of mine that rivals Cheritz is languages and linguistics, my favourite being Spanish. I frequently have visited Spanish speaking countries with my family and have never thrived as much as I ever did when I was learning Spanish in high school, where I achieved an effortless A+

I've missed that feeling so much. I'll say it again only because it's seriously true, but I have never found more joy in anything than when I was in my element, studying Spanish. Since the pandemic, I haven't even really been able to visit the country and nor have I been able to study it in education, so it's been a while and although I do love Spanish still, I have fallen out of love for it, and don't see too many opportunities for me pursuing it, or at least with as much passion as I did

Because Cheritz is a South Korean company, I started learning Korean. I just started doing it for fun, but I didn't know how easy or fun it would be for me. What could be better than combining one's biggest special interests?

I didn't know what I would be doing after college, I had absolutely no clue. But I considered studying Korean at university for a bit. I travelled over two hours by train up north and stayed overnight to attend an open day for a uni that my college advisor had recommended. The place was great, the people were lovely, but...

When I was in that classroom, with the Korean teacher and one of the senior year Korean students, with other people who were also considering the course. When we were in that room, doing a taster session of the course

That's when it was. That's when that feeling came back. That feeling that I felt all the time in high school. And I really am tearing up as I'm writing this goddamn rant cuz I'm so so so so fucking happy for that purest pure joy to come back..

It's been so long since I felt that absolute happiness. On that day, even getting something wrong was fun because I was learning even better for it, talking to other people who were as passionate as me, who were on my wavelength........

I never knew how much I missed that feeling. But I'm so excited for it to come back. I know this is what I want to do and I'm so glad I'm blessed with this opportunity for it to come back. It's going to be so different and it's going to be so hard, new place, new people, new responsibilities, a two hour train ride away from home.

But I just know it's all going to be so worth it.... I'm going to be in my element again. That feeling is going to come back

And it's only because Cheritz introduced me to the language...

Thank you, @cheritzteam from the bottom of my heart. You'll probably never read this, let alone respond. But I would feel so grateful just to know that you know I'm there

I'm sad not many people have submitted posts for this fan event I'm hosting, but that won't stop me from hosting more. I'll continue to do what I do all the time, because of you, Cheritz. You were the first link in that chain.

Thank you.

Love from your long time fan,

Sebba.

[meli-writes]

tags update

i'll need to update my little half-hidden bio post but hey! i've redone my personal tags!

you can now find writing at meli-val.rtf for full stories, meli-val.txt for dialogue-driven snippets, and meli-val.xml for story-minal snippets & concepts, and all writing under meli-val.doc.

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my writing posts also have some basic genre tags so if you like a princess story or a criminals story can find stuff similar. i've chosen not to tag how nsfw/cw a story is, best to use my masterpost to navigate that.

hope this all helps, thanks for reading my stuff <3

[missellaneousworks]

Sunny Day Jack Reincarnation AU/Theory - Ella/Meli [Part 1]

I may be a little late on the Reincarnation Theory/AU train, but better late than never, am I right?

This is going to be a little bit different compared to most of my writings.  Half of it is going to simply be me explaining my headcannons for the back story, and then there will be some actual story and dialogue for scenes that popped into my head from a dream I had about this.  I apologize for the odd skips in the narrative or plot holes, as I'm mostly writing what I remember from a dream I had about this AU.  Bear with me and enjoy the ride!

CW: Mentions of unhealthy parental figures, troubingling childhoods, emotional abuse.

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Melissa Murphy. 

"Meli" to her friends. Only her parents called her by her full name. She hated it.

Physically, she has the same face and body type as Ella, however, in adulthood, Meli dyes her hair dirty blonde and styles it differently from Ella.

Personality-wise, Melissa (aka) Meli is more outspoken than Ella but is just as sweet and creative. But is still a little shy. Surprisingly, she shows less hesitancy when standing up for herself.  Ella does have that same fire inside of her, but it’s deeply suppressed. 

Another main difference between the two are their parents.  Ella’s parents were very loving but imperfect.  Because Ella was their only child, they were a little protective of her, so they were strict during her childhood and early adolescence.  Melissa had several siblings that all moved out of the house before she could finish school, her parents were more… authoritarian, but we’ll get into that soon. 

Joseph and Melissa were schoolmates who eventually became friends.  Meli had both parents living in a dysfunctional home, with her often getting in the middle of their fights.  Her mom wanted her to go to college, as she had to drop out after she got pregnant with Melissa, and her father, who originally wanted a son, pushed Melissa with her studies and image in order to create the perfect child.  “Might as well look good so you can hook a rich boy once you get into college.”  Yeah, he kind of a pig.  Her mother would stand up for Melissa, but the older she got, the more she lost her fire to defend her daughter.  It wasn’t a very healthy environment.

Despite that, Melissa still had plenty of friends but tried to hide how dysfunctional her home life truly was, including her unhappiness.  It was easy to conceal since her parents were good at putting on “masks” to uphold their reputation within the community. 

Joseph came from a broken home, too, and had a reputation for getting into fights.  One day Melissa snuck out of school for a quick smoke behind the gym where Joseph was nursing a wound from a recent scuffle.  He’s suspicious when Melissa asks if he’s all right, and brushes her off at first, then asks for a smoke. Melissa gives him one, on the condition he doesn’t blab that she uses this location to sneak out of her third-period class sometimes.  He agrees and they more or less continue to smoke in silence.  Every once and a while, they’ll both appear at their hiding spot at the same time, and each time, Joseph will ask for a cigarette.  

Eventually… they start talking.  First, it was about music.  Melissa would sometimes bring her favorite cassette tapes for Joseph to borrow, and vice versa.  Eventually, they’d talk about school, mostly what they didn’t like about it.  But other stuff, too.  Things they liked.  Meli tells Joseph she wants to own her own five-star restaurant, he jokes he could taste test her food.  When she does make something yummy, she’ll save a little for Joseph to try. He gobbles it up every time. 

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"Do you always cook, Melissa?"

"Meli," she corrected him, taking a brush from her bag and fixing her bangs. "I feel like my Dad'll materialize out of nowhere when I hear my full name."

"...right." He glanced back to the homemade chicken pot pie in the ceramic bowl. "Did you really sneak this into school?"

"Nnnnot exactly," Meli flipped her ponytail. "I'm on good terms with the home-ec teacher, Mrs. Billows. Used to stay behind glass to help clean up. Before she cooks something with her class, she shows them a sample. And when she's too lazy to cook it in advance, I make it for her in her classroom since it has a full kitchen."

Joseph wrinkled his nose at that. "And you get free food out of it?"

"If I happen to make a little too much," she winked with a knowing twinkle.

"Heh, I'm not complaining." Joseph shoveled another mouthful, trying to savor every bite, but it was hard on an empty stomach.

"Hey, slow down! You're going to give yourself a stomach ache!"

"Hrmph, yer naht dah bosth ov meh," replied with a full mouth.

"Gross! Swallow your food first, Joey!" Meli wrinkles her nose in mock disgust.

Joseph did so, but then paused a moment. "Joey?" He asked incredulous. "Do I look like a Joey to you?"

Tilting her head ro the side, she thought for a moment before nodding. "I think so, yeah. Joseph sounds a little too serious."

For a long moment, Joseph stared at Meli, as if trying to decide how to react. Looked away, his brows pinched together. "Just don't go spreading it around, sheesh..."

Satisfied, Meli smiled at the stubborn boy as he continued to eat. Joseph partially turned away to hide the blush that started to creep on his face.

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As the two got closer, Meli formed secret a crush on Joseph. There was… more to him than just a scary troublemaker like she originally thought.  She liked it when he talked about music and wanting to become a musician.  The few times he actually laughed at her sarcastic quips, or when he got his guitar out to play on the few occasions they met outside of school.  Joseph was surprised that Melissa Murphy of all people had more spark in her than most others saw. It was a rebellious ember, just smoldering under the surface but you could feel the warmth of it if you stood close enough. It was… kinda cute. Meli was cute. And the two of them secretly pinned for one another.

Unfortunately, it was not meant to be this time. 

At some point, Joseph ran away from home.  The reason is currently unknown, whether it was one big factor or several events that corresponded in Joseph making the decision.  However, after he has a particularly bad fight on school grounds (again), Melissa tries to find Joseph since he’s been cagier than usual.  She has some idea that his home life wasn’t great, but, there were certain details she didn’t know about.  Meli tries and fails to get Joseph to open up to her, to make him understand that he’s her friend and she’ll help in any way she can, but… while the sentiment came from a very good place, it misses the mark ever so slightly.  Joseph retorts back at Meli, saying it’s not like she could understand, that just because they share smokes sometimes doesn’t mean they’re good friends.  That he didn't need her or anyone else and she should just get lost.

That was the last time Melissa saw Joseph Cullman.

The heartbreak doesn’t end for Melissa there.  When she got home, she was met with a scorned look from her father, and her mother wouldn’t even look her in the eyes.  The principal had called to tell them that Melissa’s grades were slipping in a few of her classes and that one of the faculty members had seen her smoking outside with another student.  Her father threw one horrendous accusation at her after another.  Her mother just… sat there, looking away.  In the past, her mom would to stay in Melissa’s corner, but now she was a shell of the woman she used to be.  No matter what Meli said or pleaded, her father wouldn’t have it. 

She is shipped off to a ‘prestigious all-girls boarding school’ that night. Not being able to say goodbye to any of her friends, including Joseph.

The next day, Joseph waited at their usual hang-out spot, he brought a mix tape he spent the night pouring over, trying to find all of Meli's favorite songs that he knew of. But Melissa wasn’t there.  He didn’t really talk with any of Melissa’s friends, but one of them did say that Melissa didn’t show up to school that day. He skipped the rest of the day altogether and went straight to her house, trying to climb up to her window, but… she was gone.  And there were no signs of life in her room at all. He heard shouting from a neighbor who caught him peeking in the window and he ran off.

He left town shortly after that, never getting to apologize to one of the few friends he had in that god forsaken town.

But they’d meet again years later when Joseph just got started in his new role as Sunny Day Jack. 

After receiving her high school diploma, Melissa decided to get into culinary school, much to her parents' continued disapproval, and promptly cut her off from any financial support, quoting that ‘if she wanted to make it, she’d have to pay her own way.’  Being isolated, she eventually met a young man who became her boyfriend.  He was a senior at the school who was going into restaurant management and tended to get his way with his charms and charisma.  And with how isolated and lonely Melissa had grown over the last couple of years, the two started dating just after a few weeks of knowing each other. 

Unfortunately, Melissa was forced to drop out of culinary school just after a year when her finances ran dry and the scholarship money just couldn’t cut it.  Around this time, her boyfriend made the surprising move and… proposed to her out of the blue.  It was a shock to Melissa because they hadn’t even vocally entertained the idea of marriage yet, but boyfriend’s pitch made it sound like it would solve most of their problems.  He’d get a good-paying job managing several restaurants, and help pay for Melissa to get back into culinary school so she could pursue her dream.  As surprising as it was, it sounded… perfect at the time. 

With seemingly no other options or support, Melissa accepted his proposal and moved in with her now fiance.  Finally, things would be okay in the end, she just had to keep working to save up money for the wedding and school, and her fiance would help with the rest!  Sadly, it slowly became evident that it was too good to be true.  

The first year was relatively blissful until tragedy befell them as her fiance  ‘lost his job’ managing his first restaurant due to ‘office politics bullshit.’  Melissa and her fiance traveled a few states, with his lackluster hold on keeping a stable job putting more strain on their relationship.  Eventually, they ended up in El Paso, and Melisa landed a job as a secretary assistant for the LambsWork Studios.  She worked closely with the director and producer on their newest children’s program: The Sunny Time Show.

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A tentative knock at the door brought Jospeph out of his dozing.  Grumbling, he called out he’d be there in a second, scrubbing the sleep from his face as he opened the door to see a woman around his age, with wavey chestnut hair. Sleep still plagued him, but there was something about he curve of her face that seemed so familiar to him...

A pan of deja vu washed over him when he heard her voice. Even if it was just his name. An odd sense of nostalgia that tugged at the strings of his memories. 

“Joseph Haberdae?”

“Yeah?”  Confusion swept his face when he heard her voice. ‘It couldn’t be…’

“Hi!  The director said you needed a copy of the revised script?”  She shuffled the stack of papers in her arms before pulling out one that was bound by a massive paper clip.  “I’ve also highlighted the portions that were changed, you’ll find them in Scene 6 and Scene 11–”

“...Meli?”

“Huh?”  Her eyes flicked to his face as she handed him the script, and now the woman got a good look at the famous host of the Sunnytime Show. “Yeah, that’s what my friends call me.  Have we–?”

The words died on her lips as she came to face with the boy whom Meli had once known.  Except, he wasn’t a boy anymore.  His short hair was now full mullet that swept to the side and a piercing adorned his left brow, just above his beauty mark. No longer was he the tall, scrappy kid who picked fights, but a man who held a very imposing silhouette adorned with partially covered tattoos across his hard muscles. 

And yet, his eyes still remained the same.  That warm, yet cool brown that held back that fire in his soul. They saw right into her with shock and recognition. 

Her friend.  The one who used to bum smokes off of her. The one who had the most breathtaking smile when he finally allowed himself to laugh.  The boy who traded mixtapes of his favorite songs with her.  The boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, and all the anger and passion that came with it. 

Her old friend.

Her…

TO BE CONTINUED...