butterflies all havin' fun

it's a new day; it's a new life for me

[dreamalittlcdream]

would   you   believe   us   if   we   said   that   wasn't   really   NIKKI RODRIGUEZ?   well,   it   isn't   .ᐟ.ᐟ   that's   MARISOL REYES,   a   proud   resident   of   pinehaven   for   the   last   YEAR.   you   can   find   them   working   as   an   EVENT PLANNER.   they're   25,   but   they   hardly   look   that   old!   it   must   be   the   washington   weather   that   keeps   them   looking   so   young   .ᐟ.ᐟ   word   around   the   town   is   that   they're  a  PERFECTIONIST, GUARDED, WORKAHOLIC,   but   we   think   that's   silly.   we   feel   like   they're   much   more   CREATIVE, RESILIENT, SENTIMENTAL.   if   we   had   to   pick   one   song   to   describe   SHE/HER,   it   would   be   FEELING GOOD   BY   NINA SIMONE.   see   ya   'round,   MARI   .ᐟ.ᐟ

A year ago, Marisol Reyes packed up her life in Chicago and left behind the only relationship she’d ever known. From the outside, they’d seemed picture-perfect: high school sweethearts, building a future together in the city where they grew up. But behind closed doors, love had turned into control, affection into manipulation, and words into abuse. It took her years to recognize it, and even longer to find the courage to leave.

She came to Pinehaven to heal; drawn by its quiet streets, cozy community, and the familiar comfort of her aunt and cousins. What started as a temporary escape slowly became home. Though it’s a stark contrast to her hometown, that could be a good thing. It wasn’t where she thought she’d rebuild her life, but the quiet suited her. After the years of abuse, she craved the kind of peace that comes with stillness, and the slow rhythm of a town that doesn’t demand more than she can give.

With time, she founded Haven Events, her own event planning business. The name came easily — “Haven” wasn’t just what she wanted to create for her clients, but for herself. It was also an homage to her new home. Through her work, she’s found purpose again: helping others celebrate love, joy, and new beginnings. It’s ironic, given how love broke her down. But planning beautiful things like weddings, community gatherings, birthday parties, even quiet anniversaries, feels like her own way of rewriting what love means.

Marisol is the kind of person who seems put-together at first glance: organized, graceful, and endlessly patient. Her notebooks are color-coded, her coffee always just the way she likes it, her schedule meticulously planned. But underneath that calm precision is someone still learning to trust herself again. She keeps busy because idle time gives her too much room to remember.

Still, there’s a soft and genuine warmth. She’s not quite as outgoing as she used to be, but when she smiles, it’s with her whole heart. She’s the first to help when someone needs a hand, even if she rarely asks for help herself. Most days, you can find her tucked in a corner of the local library, planning her next event or reading a well-worn paperback. Sometimes she volunteers to teach free community classes such as journaling, budgeting, or beginner event planning; it’s a quiet way to give back.

She tells people she’s focusing on her business right now, on building something steady. But the truth is, she’s still a romantic — just one who hides it well. She believes in love, even if she’s scared of it. She believes in second chances, even if she’s still figuring out how to give herself one.

a little about her:

Marisol 'Mari' Reyes (fc: Nikki Rodriguez)

25 y/o

status: single

sexuality: undecided

is a library queen

likes journaling and browsing antique stores

appreciates a good party theme!

enjoys hosting small gatherings

is a stress baker

walks or runs daily, rain or shine (or snow)!

is a perfectionist to the point of annoyance

always keeps fresh flowers or greenery on her desk

is witty when she’s comfortable; she has a quiet humor that sneaks up on people

drinks her coffee with a little cinnamon instead of sugar

has more fidget toys than she can keep track of

keeps a vision board above her desk full of affirmations, color palettes, and images that remind her why she started over

has a hard time accepting compliments

is saving up to buy a small office space in town for Haven Events

is trying to be more impulsive and spontaneous (living with an apartment full of guys helps)

can be incredibly stubborn when she doesn't get her way

aesthetics: string lights reflected in wine glasses at late-night receptions, golden sunlight filtering through gauzy curtains, freshly cut flowers spread across a worktable, old polaroids tucked into her planner, the click of her heels on hardwood floors during event setups, her phone buzzing with calendar alerts, perfume with notes of pear, warm vanilla candles and clean linen detergent, color palettes & event mock-ups pinned to her wall

connection ideas:

honestly i'm open to anything & everything, but here are some ideas!

ride or die/besties

neighbors

good friends: Melanie Law

friends: Sloane Heart

friend/sibling vibes

confidantes: Adrian Pierce

crush

roomies: Rhys Steele, Adrian Pierce, Paxton Cooper

exes

flings

flirtationship

co-workers

clients

casual friends

family friends (her aunt/cousins live in pinehaven too)

family

gym/running buddies

anything!

[mourninglure]

Rhys had gotten home about twenty minutes ago and was now in his room, determined to get some sort of sleep tonight. He sighed as he laid there, though, not entirely sure how people could just do this and easily doze off. How did they shut their minds off long enough? He always envied the people who could just let their head hit the pillow and instantly fall asleep. As one-minute turns into several of him lying in bed the entire day begins to finally catch up to him. His eyes drifted shut, the exhaustion tugging at his limbs, and he was just about to slip into sleep when suddenly his phone vibrated on the nightstand. He let out a small sigh, smiling to himself, before shifting to see who had messaged him.

[RHYS]: That fucking door. [RHYS]: I swear. By the way, did you know we had a wobbly front doorknob? What is happening? [RHYS]: I'm coming. Gimme one sec...

He quickly rolls out of bed and makes his way over to let Marisol into the warmth of their shared apartment. "You're hilarious for thinking that you being stuck on the fire escape wasn't an emergency. Especially at night." He would've come to her side no matter what. Rhys always did for those closest to him. And his roommates were like is family. "I'm going to start leaving my window unlocked so you guys can just climb through there whenever it gets stuck. I don't want any of you stranded, you know? Especially you." She was his favorite, but he wasn't going to flat out say that. "You could get sick. Have you seen yourself when you're sick? You're very dramatic."

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol immediately breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally opened, rushing past him into the blessed warmth of the apartment. “You’re an angel, I swear,” she said, brushing a hand through her hair, still a little windblown from the chill outside. “And hey, in my defense, I wasn’t technically dying out there. I just didn’t want to climb down three flights in the dark. I was fine until I realized that I was stuck.”

She shot him a grateful grin before setting her laptop and mug down on the counter. “Leaving your window unlocked sounds like an open invitation for intruders. I feel like there's way too many people in this town that would want to take advantage of that.” Everyone that knew Rhys was immediately charmed. “Also, I thought the doorknob seemed wobbly but wondered if I was just imagining things. Do you want me to see if I can fix it? It can't be that hard, right?”

Rhys remark about her getting sick earned an exaggerated gasp. “Excuse you, I am not that dramatic. I’m a delight when I’m sick. I just… happen to like blankets, tissues, warm tea, and people feeling bad for me.” She grinned, softer now. “But thanks for worrying, really. You’re the best, Rhys.”

[bloominflor]

ford looks up in his mild exhaustion from the books, taking a moment to register that someone is talking to him. not cooing, actually talking. and that is followed by a sigh of relief. someone who knew this stuff, thank fucking god. "you are saving my life right now." ford says with a tired smile as he takes the book, looking it over. "yeah i uh- she has only been in my care for like two months? if even that?" time was honestly a bit blurry right now. actually, super blurry. "all of her stuff was chosen by her old foster parents just kind of, dropping things she liked off with her." "and while i've gotten pretty far at babyifying my apartment the literature department is pretty bleak."

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol couldn’t help but smile, her heart softening immediately at the sight: the clear exhaustion, the small bundle in the stroller, the clear what am I even doing expression that came with new parenthood, foster or not. “Two months? That’s still pretty new, huh? You’re doing great though — she looks happy. And, honestly, half the battle is just showing up and trying. The rest is improvising.”

Straightening up, she reached for a couple of other books nearby and flipped through them. “If you’re looking to fill out her little library, Goodnight Moon and The Very Hungry Caterpillar are classics for a reason. And if you want something that doesn’t make you lose your mind after the tenth read, I can vouch for Brown Bear, Brown Bear.”

After a pause, she glanced back to him. “If you want, I can help you pick out a few others? I’ve planned enough storytime parties to know what the toddlers actually pay attention to.”

[kitty-hexrst]

Addison needed to get out her apartment, as much as she was enjoying her new slightly more sedentary life it was still starting to become a bit of a mind fuck when she stayed between the same four walls for hours at a time. Sketchbook in hand like an asshole, the kind of people she used to laugh at back in LA when they were sat ‘writing scripts’ in coffee shops, she was now the person being creative out in the open. Thing was, the coffee she made at home was drinkable at best and the former model wanted something better, so Steep & Brew was the natural choice. 

Slightly out of the box with her choice today (she was usually just a black American girl) Addie had decided to order a cinnamon and nutmeg infused coffee with a caramel drizzle which she was worried would be too sweet but actually had been done pretty well. It just had a hint of candy apple on the back end which she could totally get on board with. “I think they called it a chai caramel latte and then I asked them to sprinkle hella nutmeg on top, it’s pretty good. I’d say give it a go. It’s way better than that pumpkin spice latte everyone orders, not as sweet.” Sitting down at the table next to her, putting her bag down on the floor with one hand while carefully setting the mug down with the other. “Why, what did you get? It’s disappointing?” @dreamalittlcdream

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol smiled, clearly amused by Addie’s enthusiasm for her creation. “Okay, that actually sounds incredible. You had me at nutmeg — I swear that’s the most underrated spice out there.” She leaned forward a little, giving Addie’s mug an approving glance. “And you’re right, pumpkin spice has had its time in the spotlight. I’m all for something that doesn’t taste like a melted candle.”

Lifting her own cup, she gave a soft laugh. “Mine’s a vanilla lavender latte. I thought I was being fancy, but now it’s feeling kind of basic next to yours.” She took a sip, shrugging lightly. “It’s not bad at all, just... kind of basic, which was my own choice. Maybe I should’ve gone with your order instead. I'm sure this won't be my last coffee for the day though, so maybe I'll try it next.”

She knew of Addie; there probably wasn't anyone in Pinehaven that didn't, but this was Marisol's first time crossing paths with her. Her eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity. “Do you come here a lot? You’ve clearly figured out the secret menu, and I could use some guidance. I always end up with the safe option when I’m working.”

[moonlit-wonderer]

Jimmy laughed, "I can get my hands dirty, but I'm better with a manual." he said, referring to all the work he has done on his motorcycle. "Things that require creativity aren't always it for me" he paused, "well, unless you count coming up with infused coffee drinks." he knew Rhys would be ecstatic to have a pop-up event on the books, and Jimmy had tons of ideas solely based on the New Year's Eve of it all. "That's an amazing idea!" he said with a wide eyes and a big grin. "People will want to stay up for midnight so having some caffeine available would be perfect." he said before continuing, "have you ever talked to Rhys about this? Or is mixing business and housemates a non-starter for you?" he asked, already ready to run full speed ahead with what was practically a full on partnership.

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Hey, creativity comes in all forms. You coming up with infused coffee drinks definitely counts. I can plan a ten-course dinner in my sleep, but don’t ask me to make an espresso that tastes like anything other than regret.” Her eyes brightened at his enthusiasm, clearly feeding off it. “I’m so glad you think it’s a good idea! What about some themed drinks named after resolutions or constellations? Something that keeps people buzzing, literally, until the countdown.” At the mention of Rhys, she paused, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “I haven’t yet,” she admitted, “but I think it could be great. I don't have any rules against it, so as long as he doesn't either, I think we'd all make a great team. I'll let you put the feelers out to him if you want. And you guys can just let me know if it's something you wanna do.”

[mark-carmichael]

Where: Mark's office With: @dreamalittlcdream Outfit: click

The place smelled of polish and bleach, freshly wiped floors. Mark had been watching from the doorway for a moment before stepping inside. He had invited her to come a few days ago, and he was able to focus on his business in Pinehaven again now that Seattle was settled. Marisol Reyes, the event planner he'd worked with on a few events in his time here, including the opening of the restaurant.

He closed the door and greeted her in a calm voice. "Miss Reyes?" Mark walked towards his desk and shook her hand before rounding it and sitting on the leather chair opposite her. "Always a pleasure."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, polite, not warm. "I'm in need of your exceptional services again. I am planning an event for New Year's night. I need it to be as glamorous as Pinehaven enjoys it," he closed the clipboard filled with campaign documents that had been left on his desk from earlier, pushing it to the side.

"I know that there may have been talk about the new establishment I've been working on for most of the summer. It is now almost finalised, ergo, time for us to start planning an opening. If you've got room in your calendar, I'd rather it be your hands running the thing.” His fingers tapped the desk once. "We can talk terms over coffee, or whiskey, depending on how early you start your days..." There was a flicker of humour in his eyes.

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol glanced up when she heard his voice, the faintest smile finding her lips as she stood to shake his hand. “Mr. Donnelly,” she greeted warmly, her tone all business but her eyes still bright with recognition as she returned his handshake; firm, but still gentle. “It’s always nice to see you, and for good reasons, too.”

At the mention of New Year’s, her brows lifted with genuine interest. “Glamorous iscertainly the right kind of challenge to start the year with.” She slid her tablet and notebook onto the desk in front of her, already slipping into her element. “I did hear a bit of buzz about your new project — Pinehaven’s been speculating for weeks. I was hoping you’d call before someone else snatched me up.”

Her tone softened, teasing just enough to keep the exchange easy. “I am not one to turn down a good opening. I have a few parties going on around that time, but nothing that will intervene. Well, whiskey might make it a short meeting,” she added with a gentle laugh. "But either will do. Whatever is most convenient to your schedule. I'm happy to work around it."

Smile softening she added more earnestly, “Tell me what you’re envisioning. I’ll make sure it’s something Pinehaven talks about well into spring. Actually, no, for every New year to come.”

[daniellarusso]

MY LIFE WITH THE WALTER BOYS SEASON 2, EPISODE 5 "A Night To Remember"

[angelbabymikaa]

im like if an open wound was like a really sweet girl

[dreamalittlcdream]

for: @mourninglure (rhys) location: their apartment

The cooler weather had finally settled over Pinehaven, and Marisol couldn’t get enough of it. The fall breeze was crisp and clear, the kind that seemed to make her think better, breathe easier. While the guys mostly used the fire escape for smoke breaks, she’d claimed it as her little thinking spot. Tonight, she’d set up her laptop and a steaming mug of tea, working through the seating chart for an upcoming banquet while soaking in the quiet hum of the evening. The view from up there was stunning; rooftops, golden leaves, and the faint glow of downtown lights in the distance. However, as the night stretched on, the chill crept deeper into her fingers until focusing became impossible.

Sighing, Marisol gathered her things, her mug now empty and her laptop cold as ice. She tried the door, and of course, it stuck — again. For what had to be the fifth time this month. With another resigned sigh, she pulled her phone from her pocket and typed out a quick text to Rhys, hoping he was nearby or, with any luck, already home.

Marisol: Any chance you're home or close by? Marisol: Not an emergency, so don't stop whatever you're doing but... Marisol: The fire escape door is stuck again 😭🥶

[demontmelier]

HE'S  DEFINITELY  RETHINKING  THIS  WHOLE  PARTY  ERA.    not  only  will  the  hangovers  fully  kill  his  entire  day,  not  even  counting  having  to  get  back  home,  jj  knows  that  it's  not  a  good  look  to  be  found  on  someone's  lawn.  scaring  this  poor  lady  and  probably  almost  getting  the  cops  called  on  him.  jesus  christ.  “peachy,”  it's  more  of  a  hiss  than  a  reply,  staring  back  up  at  the  sky  for  a  minute  to  rethink  his  entire  life  choices  from  this  point  backwards.  of  course  she  has  a  phone.  it's  the  technical  year  of  the  lord  ..  or  something,  everyone  has  one,  even  toddlers.  it's  kind  of  crazy.  she's  crouching  and  he  leans  up  a  bit  straighter  on  his  elbows.  this  does  nothing  to  cure  the  wave  of  dizziness  in  hit  gut,  but  it's  better  than  the  back  of  his  head  being  sopping  wet  from  the  dew.  “an  ambulance?  i  don't  even  know  if  i  got  insurance  —  my  sister  would  kick  my  ass  ten  years  from  tomorrow  if  i  made  her  rack  up  a  10k  bill  for  a  little  joyride  to  get  an  iv  of  whatever  the  kardashians  get.”  he  blinks  at  the  offer,  but  takes  the  phone  anyway.  he  leans  back  down,  towards  the  ground,  for  a  moment  to  think.  “you  don't  know  cpr?  that's  a  bummer  –  used  to  pretend  to  play  dead  as  a  kid.  nearly  got  my  ribs  broke  from  them  trying  it  on  me.”  not  that  marisol  had  asked,  but,  maybe,  relieve  the  tension  a  bit.  she  kind  of  looks  like  she  might  pass  out  from  the  anxiety.  “uh  –  thank  you.  for  the  phone.”

[dreamalittlcdream]

Well, he was speaking in full sentences — which, honestly, was already a relief. Marisol let out a quiet breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, glad that at least he seemed lucid enough to joke. “You’re welcome. And yeah, let’s not do that. Unless you’re actually dying or something — then maybe it’s worth the ten grand,” she said lightly, the corners of her mouth twitching. “For the record, I didn’t even know if you were a person until I got close enough. You were kind of giving haunted-lawn-decoration energy.” Her tone stayed teasing, gentle enough not to push. “And for the record, I do know CPR — I just really hope I never have to use it. It’s one of those ‘good to have in your back pocket’ skills you hope to never test out, you know?” Careful to avoid the damp spots, Marisol sat on the small dry patch of curb beside him. She extended her to-go cup toward him without hesitation. “Here. I swear I haven’t even sipped it — this would have been my fourth today anyway, and I probably need an intervention at this point.” Her smile softened, curiosity lacing her words. “So… I take it I missed a pretty wild party last night?”

[moonlit-wonderer]

Jimmy, finally putting two and two together, "Oh shit you must be Marisol" he extended his hand, offering to shake. "I've heard nothing but good things about you" he said, truthfully. From what it seemed, she was definitely the most put together out of everyone who lived in the house. Luckily they had cleaned up a lot since Jimmy had been crashing there. Enough to host a girl? She must have been braver than she looked. "Event planning?" he said, intrigued. "that sounds really cool. Do you ever get involved with public events or do you mostly do like fancy private stuff?" he knew the town often put on extravagant events, but he never was able to figure out who was in charge. Not that the local dispensary had much business being vendors at family events, but things were becoming so lenient lately it was possible they could sponsor. After all, supporting local was important, especially lately.

Glancing down at the package in his hand, he laughed, "Oh god no! I'm not talented like that" he said, humbly. "We do source from around here, but I could never." Jimmy loved attending makers workshops, but more for entertainment than production. Mostly everything he had attempted turned out looking like sidewalk trash.

[dreamalittlcdream]

Her grin widened at his revelation, and the pieces clicked together almost immediately. “Yes sir, in the flesh,” she mused, taking his offered hand for a gentle shake. “And that means you must be Jimmy! I’ve heard nothing but good things about you too. I’m glad it’s mutual — being the only girl in the apartment, I sometimes feel like the odd one out, but they’re definitely a fun bunch to live with.”Originally, she’d been hesitant about the arrangement, especially after everything she’d been through, but now, she couldn’t imagine a better setup. “No big city wide festivals or events yet, though I’d love to someday,” she went on, her tone brightening. “Right now it’s mostly private events; like a kids’ Halloween party tomorrow, and a vow renewal this weekend. Keeps me on my toes.”

His honesty earned a light laugh from her. “You know, you really should have said yes. I totally would have believed you made it yourself without question,” she teased playfully. “I’m good at decorating and organizing, but when it comes to artsy stuff? Total disaster. I think I’m probably the worst painter in the world, I don't think you could pay me to try pottery.” Marisol tilted her head thoughtfully, an idea sparking. “It’s not exactly a massive event, but come New Year’s I’ve got a few parties to plan — lots of drinks, a chill crowd. Might not be a bad spot for a little mobile dispensary setup, if you’re interested. Just an idea.”

[daniellecamp]

NIKKI RODRIGUEZ via @ allanface Instagram

[demontmelier]

WHERE:     some  person's  lawn,  night  after  halloween  —  probably  just  after  sunrise,  maybe  later  in  the  morning,  pick  whenva.

WITH:   you! @pinehavenstarters .

HE  KNOWS  HOW  IT  LOOKS.      it's  the  same  kind  of  equivalent  to  finding  a  baby  kitten  in  a  wet  cardboard  box  during  a  rainstorm,  or  some  kind  of  puppy  running  down  the  street  —  but  unluckily  for  both  parties,  jj  is  not  as  exciting  or  as  easy  to  take  care  of.  he's  not  drunk  –  okay,  maybe  just  a  little  but  the  cold  air  is  doing  wonders  to  sober  him  up  –  and  frankly,  he  just  wants  to  go  to  bed.  but  sleeping  on  peoples  lawns  is  illegal,  so  he'd  been  wandering  and  hoping  to  god  he  doesn't  somehow  come  across  a  copycat  ghostface  who  wants  to  make  a  real  -  life  horror  movie.  sitting  with  his  back  to  the  dewy  grass,  it  isn't  until  he  actually  opens  his  eyes  -  so  much  for  not  sleeping  -  that  someone  is.  walking.  and  hopefully  not  telling  him  to  get  off  this  persons  lawn.  sits  up  on  his  elbows,  hand  gripping  the  now  -  dead  baby  toy  guitar  just  in  case.  “uh,  hey,”  it's  awkward  and  he  sounds  like  he's  been  smoking  like  ten  packs  overnight.  nice.  “you  got  a  phone  i  could  borrow?  got  totally  fucked  over  wit'  my  ride  last  night  and  am  way  too  tired  to  walk  back  home.”

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol had been walking back from an early morning coffee run when she spotted him. At first, she thought he was a pile of laundry left out overnight… until he moved. Her steps slowed, the to-go cup warming her hands as she took in the sight: someone sitting up on a damp patch of lawn, clutching what looked suspiciously like a toy guitar as if it might protect him. She blinked once, twice. “...You okay there?” she asked finally, voice soft but threaded with the kind of concern that came from genuine surprise. When he rasped out his request, she didn’t hesitate — but she couldn’t quite keep a small, incredulous smile from tugging at her mouth. “I mean, yeah, I’ve got a phone,” she said, stepping closer and crouching a little to meet his bleary gaze. “But I feel like I should ask — are you sure you don’t need an ambulance instead? Or, maybe you need this coffee more than I do?” After a beat, she extended her hand, offering her phone. “Here. Just… don’t pass out mid-call, okay? I don’t think I’m equipped for emergency rescue this early.” Her tone was light, teasing, but her expression made it clear she meant well.

[chxsingthunder]

location: mcnasty's status: open @pinehavenstarters

"Y'know, I was supposed to be a gorilla!" It could've been anyone sitting next to him right about now, he was rambling on at this point. Initially it had been out of irritation that he'd started his little spiel, but after a few drinks it was closer to hysterical rambling than angry mutterings. The drinks were strong and colorful, and he hadn't stopped when he usually knew to stop this time. "He was supposed to be Tarzan, and I was the little gorilla friend, what's her name? Y'know, Rosie O'Donnell, right? But nope, he came home pissy, didn't wanna dress up, didn't wanna go out, so y'know what? Fuck him! I wanted to go out. And I look way better in this than I did as a gorilla, anyway. He doesn't wanna go out, then he can stay home, and he can just deal with the fact that my ass is out for everyone to stare at," pretty much his whole body was out and on display, the loincloth very barely covering only the most important bits. "I am kinda cold though," he added, frowning and leaning one elbow on the surface in front of him.

[dreamalittlcdream]

Marisol had only stopped by the bar for a drink and to enjoy the Halloween decor, but she definitely hadn’t expected to be sitting next to Tarzan. At least, a very cold, very talkative one. Her lips parted in quiet amusement as she listened to his story unfold, catching the parts about the gorilla costume and the boyfriend who’d refused to come out. It was the combination of indignation and self-awareness that finally made her laugh. “Okay, I’m sorry,” she said between chuckles, holding up a hand in mock surrender, “but you’ve got to admit that ‘I was supposed to be a gorilla’ isn’t how most nights start.” Her gaze swept over his makeshift costume, eyebrows lifting. “Though, I think you made the right call. You definitely pull off Tarzan better than most could. Even if you’re about five degrees away from hypothermia.” Unfortunately she didn't have a jacket on her, but Marisol fished one of those hot pad things you could keep in your bag to hold that kept your hands warm. "I know it's not much to offer, but maybe it will help a little. I've heard if you keep your head and hands warm, it's not as bad." Then, with a small smile — kind, but not pitying — she added, “For what it’s worth, you made the better choice. You’re out, having fun, and he’s at home missing it. Sounds like his loss.”

[moonlit-wonderer]

jimmy returned his attention to the package, a sudden feeling of anxiety. "oh..um" he said, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. "it's a bong" though he was used to the weed industry by now, he was never really sure how to bring it up with people who looked....clean. "I manage the dispensary down the street." he said swinging to point in the general direction of the shop. with similar curiosity, he pried, "centerpieces?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "are you a florist or something?" jimmy wasn't very crafty, in fact he wasn't crafty at all, but he was always impressed by the things others could do with a few ribbons and a good eye.

[dreamalittlcdream]

“Oh!” Marisol laughed the moment he answered her, amusement sparking in her eyes. “So definitely not an antique then,” she teased, voice bright with good humor. She didn't know too much about bongs or weed herself, but living with her roommates meant she wasn't completely unfamiliar. Just because she didn’t partake didn’t mean she minded that they did. “If you manage the dispensary, then you must know Rhys,” she added warmly. “I’m one of his roommates.” Being stuck in an apartment full of guys wasn’t nearly as bad as it sounded; if anything, it was refreshingly drama-free. She smiled at the thought before continuing, “I’m an event planner, actually. Sometimes I do a bit of floral work too, but mostly I put everything together — parties, weddings, all those kinds of things.” Her gaze flicked back toward the box with genuine curiosity. “Some of those glass pieces can get really intricate. Did you make it yourself?”

[noahsresources]

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .

send an emoji/series of emojis for my muse to answer any of the following questions in character! for some questions, there are fields italicized and bolded for you to fill in with the name of a person/place/event/etc in the muse's life. please remember to fill in these spaces in order for the question to make sense! each emoji is described in case you can't see them, and they are listed alphabetically. ♡

✈️ AIRPLANE — have you traveled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?

😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?

🎨 ARTIST PALETTE — what are some hobbies that you like to partake in? do you think they're just to pass time or to distract yourself, or do you believe some of them potentially have therapeutic outcomes for you?

🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?

💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?

🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why?

❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [name of person] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?

👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?

🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?

🤝 HANDSHAKE — do family or platonic relationships mean more to you? or do they mean different things to you?

❤️‍🔥 HEART ON FIRE — what angers you the most? what triggers this anger, and how do you cope with it? what does this anger feel like, if you had to describe it?

💋 KISS MARK — if you had to share a romantic kiss with a loved one, where would you share that kiss and why? are you thinking about giving this romantic kiss somewhere other than the other person's lips?

✝️ LATIN CROSS — are you a religious person? did you grow up religious? does your faith mean anything to you today?

🩵 LIGHT BLUE HEART — what do you fantasize about the most often (generally/sexually/etc)? are there any people that are significant to or that you can see in this fantasy and why?

⚡️ LIGHTNING BOLT — how has [significant event in muse's life] impacted you? what has it made you realize about yourself? about others? about the world?

💄 LIPSTICK — have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?

🪄 MAGIC WAND — would you describe yourself as a superstitious person (someone who believes in superstitions)? do you believe in luck?

❤️‍🩹 MENDING HEART — how strongly do you experience your emotions? does it depend on who you're interacting with and/or the context of the situation?

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what song lyrics do you think most accurately describe you? your journey through life? who you are as a person?

🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you're at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life?

❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?

🎀 RIBBON BOW — how confident are you with your physical appearance? is there anything about it that you are insecure about? is there anything about it that you are happy about or gives you confidence? how do you think people perceive you based on your physical appearance?

🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?

💀 SKULL — how has [name of person] 's death influenced your outlook on life, if anything?

☀️ SUN — would you describe yourself as more of an introvert or extrovert, or are you somewhere in between? how come?

🪽 WING — if you could choose to have one superpower for a day, what would it be and why? what would you do with it?

✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?