#divorce tw

[wardenparker]

Hey yall,

If anyone out there is still watching this page, I apologize for the delay in NHL!Joel. It is written. It is coming. Life has been a SHITSHOW lately.

This blog’s name will be changing soon. I’m getting divorced and don’t want my ex’s surname associated with my beloved blog.

If I ran a poll on new names would anybody vote?

[hatughsea]

Andante, andante // Dana Evans

18+. MINORS DNI.

Tagging; @oldermenfucker cause she inspired me to do this (ily rue mwah mwah) and @kja06 cause she requested dana get her pussy eaten 🤭

Summary: Dana just got divorced (albeit amicably) and she feels free and happy. So she’s bought herself an opposite-honeymoon to Cyprus, and happens to end up at a hotel where you work at the bar.

Warnings: smut (duh), divorce mentions, cunnilingus, uncertainty, age difference, alcohol, sex with one person intoxicated. female reader (pronouns aren’t mentioned but female genitalia), reader’s age not mentioned but it’s insinuated dana is older.

Word count: 2k

A/N: english is not my first language and i have never ever before written anything x reader, so critizism is very welcome but PLEASE be kind about it <3

It’s not your first work day this summer, not by far. Cyprus is always welcoming — you’ve been doing this for four years, travelling out to Larnaca during peak vacation season and working the bar at one of the major hotels. So you’re familiar with everything you run into at a no-children-allowed hotel during summer with an open-bar policy.

What you weren’t prepared for, however, is Dana Evans in room 843. The first night, she had practically bounced over to the cocktail lounge to order a drink, and you had the sudden feeling of every brain cell leaving your body. Blonde hair just past her shoulders, a navy blue bikini top, white shorts with a lace trim that you wanted to sink your teeth into. She was grinning, and happy, and didn’t seem to mind having to repeat her order. “One old fashioned on the rocks. I’m celebrating.” After finally relocating the parts of your brain that controlled speech and movement, you got started on the drink and asked a follow-up question. “Celebrating what?” The older woman had grinned, shadows of crows feet at the corner of her eyes, and you’d felt a little lightheaded. “My divorce. It finalized a week ago, and I’m taking myself on the opposite of a honeymoon. Two weeks, sunshine and the pool and all inclusive.” Her joy was contagious, so there had been a huge grin on your own face when you held out the drink. “Then I wish you a happy single life. Enjoy!”

From there, it had evolved slowly. On her third order she asked your name, and you asked hers. On the second night she stayed at the bar, rather than walk over to the karaoke stage. By the fifth night, she was a comforting staple in your shift. “So, what about you, sugar? Anyone special in your life?” You were used to listening to people (it sort of came with the job description) but they rarely wanted you to talk, so Dana’s question brought you pause before you realized she actually expected an answer. “No, not really. I have a few flings now and then, but I mostly just enjoy being my own person.”

Your reply seemed to be the right thing, because Dana seemed pleased; nodding slowly as she took a sip of her drink, the fifth of the night. Her hair was even lighter now, her skin tanned, and she was wearing a turquoise sundress tonight. It was nearing the end of your shift, and you began picking away dishes. “Any last calls tonight, ma’am?” The usual question, and you expected the usual answer; a glass of ice water with lemon to go. But no. Tonight, Dana’s eyes were dark with arousal and full of a promise you couldn’t quite decipher. It sent a shiver down your spine when she followed the silence with a slow shake of the head and the tug of teeth on her bottom lip. “No, thank you. But when you’ve closed up, I’d like to see you upstairs.” Before you’ve even attempted to recover from hearing those words (really, you must be hallucinating), she’s downed the last of her drink and placed a plastic keycard on the table. “Think about it. You know where to find me.”

You had pocketed the card; just to keep it safe, of course. During dishes and wiping down the bar, it was practically burning a hole in your thigh through the linen dress. Should you go? It would be unprofessional and not very smart, really — but boy oh boy, you were sure it would bring with it the best sex of your life.

In the end, your lizard brain won out. Against your better judgement you found yourself in the elevator, cradling the small plastic card that held the key to your next adventure. The rising elevator seemed to take a torturously long time, and when you stepped off at the eight floor your heart was pounding against your ribcage. You weren’t usually wandering the halls so it took a minute to locate the right room, but suddenly you were right there. Staring at the numbers, feeling lightheaded with anticipation. You almost knocked — it was common courtesy after all, when arriving at someone else’s place — but then remembered you had a key. Your fingers shook slightly in bringing the card to the reader, but with a click you found yourself able to tug the door open. “Hello?”

She let you take a small step inside, and then another, before a hand slid up the exposed skin of your arm and the door slowly closed behind you. “I’m surprised,” Dana’s voice was low and practically purring, and your head dropped backward as if it could bring her closer against you. “I didn’t think you would dare.”

With a contented hum, arms suddenly snake around your hips and tug your back tight against her chest, leaving you breathless. This was actually happening. You were here, in her room, and she was touching you. “Uh, yeah. I dared. Apparently.” A wry, nervous chuckle, but a warm hand with calloused fingertips stroked across your collarbones. “No need to be worried, darling. I’ll take care of you.” She’s so at ease, despite the strange and unusual situation, that eventually your own shoulders drop too. You melt into the touch, suddenly gaining confidence that has you turning around — backing her up against the wall of the hotel room. “Let me take care of you, first. Please. You’re the one on vacation.” You finish the sentence with a wink, before you sink to your knees before her without hesitation. Her breath hitches, and you smirk up beneath your lashes, a hand sliding slowly up her leg. “Saying something, darling?”

The comment has her letting out an amused snort, but in the next moment her head is falling back against the wall as your fingers meet… skin? A shudder runs down your spine and you fight the urge to close your eyes, instead glancing up at her again. Your voice is husky when you speak, fingers now trailing the dip where her thigh joins her pelvis, getting to know her body with just your fingers. “Were you not wearing any underwear down at the bar either?”

The way your words heave with arousal only serves to make her give a cocky grin and shake her head, and you can’t fight the chuckle that leaves your own chest. “Kinky.” But then your other hand is gathering the skirt of her dress and bunching it above her hip, and you groan at the sight that’s revealed. Tan lines along her hipbones, dark blonde strands curling atop the silky smooth skin of her pubic mound. You want to taste her, so you waste no time. Within moments your face is pressed against her despite the uncomfortable angle, eyes closed and fingertips digging into the flesh of her thigh as you hold her leg to the side. Tongue toys between her folds, teeth graze her clitoral hood, lips greedily wraps around her already swollen clit.

Each hitched breath and stuttered movement urges you to increase your efforts, a woman starved where you kneel on the wooden floor. Her sounds increase; whimpers and mewled whines she can no longer contains, strong fingers curl in your hair as if desperate for something to hang on to. You don’t relent; working her closer toward the edge. When her knees start shaking and almost buckle, you still don’t pull back. You only push your body between her thighs and lift one leg over your shoulder, taking her weight on to make sure she doesn’t fall. Then, the same hand finds its way between her strong thighs to join your mouth in its efforts, and you groan against her when two fingers slide in to the third knuckle without much resistance at all.

It pushes Dana into the orgasm you’ve chased, crashing into it with a string of curses. You cherish every twitch of her muscles around your fingers and greedily swallow every drop that gushes onto your tongue. Insatiable, eager, fingers and mouth relentless even as your jaw starts aching. It’s a bad angle, and it’s overworked — but god, you could die happy right here. Maybe you have died? You being in heaven would certainly explain most of what just happened. But, you realize regretfully, your lungs start craving oxygen. So you slowly lift your head, grinning up at her with slick covering the lower half of your face, and you drink in the sight of her above you; eyes closed, lips parted, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. When her own chin tilts downward to face you, there’s a sated expression of lust and relaxation on her face but it soon grows into mischievous promise.

Before you can consider what she might be planning, she’s grasped you by the upper arms and urged you back on your feet. For a moment you worry she’s going to send you on your way, but she nods towards the bed. “Let’s get comfortable. And naked.” The bluntness doesn’t surprise you — she’s been open and honest without hesitation, ever since you first met. But the order does make nerves grow in your stomach; worry that perhaps she will be unhappy with what she sees.

Turns out, you didn’t need to worry. Afterward, you don’t remember getting undressed, or when Dana discarded of her own clothing. You can only recall the feeling of having her climb on top of you, the scent of her enveloping you — coconut lotion, whiskey, floral perfume and a faint shadow of mosquito spray. You don’t think the scent will ever leave your brain, honestly, but that’s the very last thought to enter your brain before she’s suddenly got her hand between your legs. Eyes locked on yours with a ferocious focus that you couldn’t tear your gaze away from even if you tried. Fingers trail between your thighs, stroke through swollen folds until she can touch your desperate, sensitive clit. You jolt at the touch, but it must be evident in your eyes that you’re not intending on getting away because Dana only grins.

From there on, there is not an ounce of mercy in her movements. You’re putty in her hands, and she takes full advantage to fold and shape you to her will. Toys with your clit, pushes fingers into you so deeply you wonder if she’s digging for gold (and the thought makes you giggle). Eyes roll when her tongue meets your clit, and you can’t seem to remember how to think. Her hands and mouth are everywhere, touching and tasting and driving you absolutely insane. It’s okay — you don’t need to think, she’s got you. And she makes the most of it.

By the time you’re both catching your breath, she must have gotten at least three (four?) orgasms out of you. You’re all but passed out on the bed, grinning, and you’re both glistening with sweat. She drops down beside you, a hand on your face now gentle rather than arousing, and you tilt your head toward her. She meets you face to face, noses touching, and her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks up. “Can I kiss you?” The request surprises but doesn’t deter you, and you nod once — the only sign she needs. Her lips close over your own; slowly, gently. She tastes like whiskey, like your own cunt, like promise. A taste that has your eyelids fluttering shut and your body arching toward her own, and you’re both drowning in the kiss for what somehow feels like both forever and barely a second.

She doesn’t push you to go, doesn’t thank you with a voice that strongly suggests you leave. Instead she tugs the sheet across both your bodies and buries her face into your own messy hair, as if she doesn’t hesitate to fall asleep right there beside you in bed. So you do too — relax, close your eyes, and suddenly you’ve fallen asleep too. Tomorrow, her vacation is one day closer to the end. Tomorrow reality calls; conversations will need to take place, decisions will need to be made. But right now, you both just enjoy the calm of each other’s embrace.

[sammyshuno]

After the divorce, Mary-Sue moved in with her aging parents to save up money for her own place and help them with their errands so they can enjoy retirement. 💘

[veinsfullofstars]

Meet the Families: Gear Dee, Eva, & Treble Dee

You guys might’ve heard me talk about Bow’s extremely cool moms before (and maybe mention her sullen older brother once or twice), and now I finally get to introduce you to them! Check below the cut for more deets and fun facts!

(OC info updated as of 04/01/26.)

Started 04/22/25, finished 05/06/25. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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✨ Gear Dee's Origins ✨

-Raised in a certain City off-world from her birth planet of Popstar, Gear grew up deep in the heart of Air Ride culture, surrounded by roughnecks and gearheads who absolutely adored her. She learned swear words and vehicle terminology before she could write her own name, and she spent more time running around garages than playgrounds (of which there were few in those urban environs). Her father, a trophy-winning racer and all-around decent fellow, taught her all the tools of the trade - mechanics, vehicle operation, pyrotechnics, etc. - and fostered in her a lifelong love of fast starships, faster races, and the heart-stopping thrill of demolition. (He maaaay have also let her test out the Machines before she was old enough to drive one... but the authorities never found out, and she's always been something of a natural behind the wheel, so surely there was no harm done.)

-Once she was old enough to enter, Gear quickly made a name for herself in local Air Ride competitions, her vehicles of choice being the Turbo Star, the Formula Star, and anything else that put speed above all else (including - to her father's near-constant concern - handling and brake efficiency). On the track and in interviews after, she put her bombastic personality front and center, a bold smack-talker with a perpetually-windblown mohawk and a penchant for leaving skid marks a little too close to the sidelines just to keep the crowd on their toes. Though she had plenty of wins under her belt, she lived more for the rush of racing itself rather than victory. Whether she'd win or lose, she'd always have the time of her life, inviting her fellow racers back to her favorite watering hole for a round of drinks and no-hard-feelings.

-Her first relationship was… a messy one. During her early days running in the City Trials, she fell head-over-heels for an awkward but charming Waddle Dee who always showed up for her races, taken in by gifts, pretty words, and - though she didn’t know at the time - empty promises. Her father never approved of him, and her friends would always give her looks that seemed to ask, "Seriously? This loser?" All this did was make Gear double down on her decision, pursing their courtship at a speed coming dangerously close to her personal best on the track, eventually agreeing to move into his grungy apartment once they learned they had a kid on the way. It wasn't the first mistake Gear's made in her life... but it might've been one of the worst.

-She did try to make it work - stars above, did she try - if not for the sake of her pride, then at least for the sake of that sweet little boy they'd brought into the world together. And, if she can be honest with herself, things weren't so bad... at least, for a little while. Unfortunately, her partner was not so conscientious. While he played at parenthood for some of the time - taking Treble on unscheduled trips around the City and spoiling him with gifts they absolutely could not afford - it was usually Gear that shouldered the bulk of their responsibilities, most of which left her tired and overworked and more snappish than usual at the end of each day. It only worsened when her partner began staying out of the apartment more and more, and she started noticing the increasing amount of withdrawals from their shared Point Star account. Of course, when questioned about all this, he'd just put on that winsome charm of his and give her all the reassurance in the world that everything was fine... which only worked until his debts became her problem, the lies both outright and by omission made painfully clear with each overdue bill and collector call.

-By the time they had their second child, the love was curdling fast, sweet nothings turned to shouting matches, punctuated frequently by slammed doors, broken plates, and frustrated tears. Gear's work in the races suffered, her career prospects flagging with each low ranking or busted Machine. It felt like she was holding her life together by the tips of her fingers, losing her grip day by day, feeling her friends' misgivings and her father's warnings taunt her in the back of her mind. She hated the part of her that wanted to run back to him now for help, to choke on her pride and admit she was wrong and cry into his chest until he made it all better. She knew he would do it, too, without question... which is exactly why she wouldn't let herself get to that point. She could handle this, she would get through this, and she'd do it on her own.

-She hadn't been expecting company the day the loan sharks came. She'd just gone to answer the brisk knock at the door and found several tall strangers standing on her doormat. Their suits were sharp, their fins and smiles even sharper, smelling of wealth, cigar smoke, and the stink of a blood-washed sea. They were looking for "her man," their leader had explained as they calmly yet firmly let themselves inside. Apparently, he had a couple "outstanding payments" they'd been waiting on. Figured they'd make a little "house call" to see if his financial situation was really as dire as he kept claiming.

-Gear - astonished and irritated at the audacity of these well-dressed strangers (and her good-for-nothing partner for not telling her any of this) - tried to speak up, her usual fire and assertiveness ready to give these bastards what for, to demand that they get the heck out of her home... but they barely even acknowledged her, walking around the tiny apartment like they owned the place, casually rifling through every drawer and closet and storage chest they found, pilfering what few Point Stars she'd had stashed away along with one of her only 1st-place racing trophies. When baby Bow toddled over to see what the fuss was about - passing by the bedroom door where her older brother had hidden himself away during all of this - the biggest of the sharks leaned down and patted her on the head with a friendly smile, making her giggle and jibber happily. Gear felt sick, watching these men so confidently invade her home and lay hands on her children right in front of her, the threat plain as day. The leader even had the gall to thank her for her "cooperation," apologizing for the "inconvenience" and asking her to tell her partner that they'd "be in touch." Once they left, she practically collapsed to the floor, breathing hard and blinking back angry, terrified tears. Enough, she thought. Stars damn it all, I've had enough.

-The little flake came home an hour later to find Gear packing her bags. When he started with the stammering and concern-dripping questions, she favored him with an icy glare, passing on the loan shark's message. Not gonna lie, there was a small satisfaction in seeing his face pale in realization and horror - felt like her first real victory in years. She ignored his attempted explanations as she put a squirming Bow into the baby carrier. She ignored his desperate apologies as she shoved Treble's duffel bag into his protesting arms. She ignored his pitiful cries from the stairwell begging for another chance, please, just give him another chance, as she ferried her kids and her things into the nearest hovertaxi. She had just enough loose change to get the three of them across town - not to the garage where her father still lived and worked (the very same that she'd grown up in) but to yet another grungy apartment where a certain friend of hers lived. A seamstress who - upon receiving Gear's tearful phone call earlier that day - did not even hesitate to promise them refuge...

-Things improved slowly after that. Gear had to suffer through a mountain of paperwork and phone calls just to finalize her separation (and to get out of her former partner's debts), but it was worth it to regain some control over her life, to finally feel like she could breathe again. She'd hoped to return to full-time racing... but raising to two kids basically on her own quickly made that dream an impossibility. It was a hard reality to accept (especially given who's fault it was), but Gear could at least stay close to the races by doing some ancillary mechanic work in the garages like she used to. Eva had suggested that, even offering to watch the kids while she was out. She did a lot to help out in those months of dread and instability, more than Gear could've ever asked of her, more than she could've ever thanked her for.

-As their situation settled back into something of a normal rhythm, Gear's friendship with her roommate gently blossomed into something... more. More than just gratitude for the support of a good friend in her time of need. Gear found so much to appreciate about Eva - her intelligence, her resilience, her passion for what she loved, all things Gear only got to see as their connection grew. It delighted her to see Eva’s meek demeanor open into something bright and personable over time, to know that the pressure of "big city life" had eased off of her friend, that she'd finally found her footing within it. Gear didn't know squat about fashion or textiles or fabric quality or things like that, but listening to Eva gush about all that and more, with a sparkle in her big blue eyes and a fervor in her voice that only came when she was at her happiest... stars above. It sparked something in Gear, plain and simple - a flame coaxed back to life from the ashes left at the bottom of her heart, less the fast-burning rush of a wildfire and more the gently-crackling hearth of home-sweet-home...

-When the phone calls came, Gear blocked his number. When the letters arrived, she tore them up. When he appeared one day on Eva’s doorstep - teary-eyed with his pockets turned out, offering the same empty apologies and poor excuses as before - she slammed the door in his face. No matter how many times she turned the little bastard away, he just kept coming back, begging and pleading and demanding and threatening and right back to begging again. Even the restraining order did little to deter him.

-There were a good few nights spent stifling tears against Eva's shoulder, wrapped tight in her soft, protective wings. They discussed their options in hushed tones late into each night, with arguments always close to sparking... but cooling down before they could (nothing at all like the explosive fights she'd had with him). In the end, it all seemed to point to the one thing Gear dreaded the most: for the safety of her kids, herself, and her own peace of mind, the four of them would have to leave the City.

-So, almost a year to the day that she'd walked out on her old life, Gear found herself preparing to leave another one, packing her things slower and more reluctantly than the first time. She said her goodbyes in secret, receiving bone-crushing hugs from old friends and firm promises to keep in touch (and that no one would tell him where she was going). She hugged her father the longest, seeing him cry for maybe the first time in her whole life as he told her he loved her, was proud of her, and hoped that, wherever she ended up, that she'd be happy there.

-The next morning, before the sun even could even kiss the horizon, she and her little family boarded the next starship out of the City, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged, her heart wrung dry. Bow squirmed and whined on her lap. Treble stared fixedly out the window, headphones on. Eva sat calm and resolute at her side, squeezing Gear's hand and letting her rest her weary head on her feather-soft shoulder as they made the long, long trip down to the planet she'd been born on...

✨ Gear Dee Fun Facts ✨

-It’d taken some time for Gear to get used to the whole "rustic living" thing, but she'd learn soon enough that Popstar - for all its much-discussed peace and quiet - is not without its own avenues of entertainment and thrill. She's made plenty of friends in the quaint little village they've settled in, like jovial Bebebe, fun-loving Breadee, and a former-racer Wheelie named Roadburn who'd been on the same starship as Gear and her family. She's always happy to help out during holidays and other events, even becoming the resident fireworks-handler alongside her neighbors, the Poppy Bros. family. Plus, there’s always need for a handywoman around, whether it’s to fix a busted toaster or build a new fence or see what’s wrong with the family warp star (spoiler - it's probably the result of Para's overcurious tinkering).

-She never quite stops missing the City, though - the lively streets, the sunlit skyline, the bustling City Center with its bass-thumping clubs and hole-in-the-wall restaurants that only locals knew about, the nights alive with the sound of jazz and the scent of fried food and the neon lights of Air Ride Machines whizzing down the streets... Stars, she misses the races. The ones they have here are fun and all, but... not quite the same. She has so many letters from back home, asking how she's doing, if she needs anything, if she's ever planning on coming by for a visit. She wishes she could give a better answer than just "Maybe" or "We'll see." Much as she wants so badly to go back, even for a single day... she can't quite bring herself to. Not yet. (Not while he's still there.)

-Gear isn’t entirely sure what happened between her and Treble. He's always been something of a quiet boy, sure, but he used to be so sweet before… well, everything. She’s tried to talk with him about it, to put things into perspective and help him understand why it was so necessary that they leave... but he never wants to hear it, either brushing her off or slipping his headphones back on or starting another shouting match before storming off to go hide in his room or hang out with his friends. It's frustrating, and disheartening, and reminds her far too much herself at that age. Maybe that's why it strains her patience with him to its limit so often. (That, or seeing his father in those blue eyes...)

-Raising Bow has been... well, it's own kind of journey, one that Gear wasn’t entirely prepared for - nothing in those stupid parenting books about atypical Copy Abilities. If it hadn’t been for Eva’s help, she has no idea how she would’ve managed. Even now, Bow’s still a handful, always running off and making noise and getting into all kinds of trouble, especially when she's with her friends... but she’s also Gear’s little firecracker, a tiny spark of excitement and energy who loves fun and danger just as much as her mama does. One day, when she's ready, she wants to take her bubbly little baby with her to visit the City and see the races. She hopes she can, anyway. She's sure that Bow would absolutely love it there, just like she did.

-Gear will never stop talking about how cool her wife is, even when Eva turns into a flustered, feather-fluffed mess about it.

✨ Eva's Origins ✨

-Eva doesn’t talk about her life before the City. Full stop. For all she cares, her years as a hatchling belonged to someone else, and her life only truly began when, desperate and without a single Point Star to her name, she hitched a ride on a passing starship and stepped out a dozen hours later into the blinding lights of that sprawling metropolis.

-The City was hardly kind to her in those early years, destitute and barely scraping by, learning to run with tough crowds and make even tougher choices in order to survive... but she did survive, finding within herself an adaptability and resilience that only had a chance to shine out in the midst of these mean streets. Over time, she found steady work, affordable shelter, good friends, and even the promise of purpose waiting just ahead of her. It was never quite perfect - never quite home - but, compared to the nest she’d clawed her way out of? Well, it might as well have been paradise.

-While working in a laundromat to pay for her meager apartment, Eva bumped into a very punk-rock Waddle Dee who introduced herself as Gear Dee, one of the many Air Ride racers that populate the city. Eva wasn't exactly a fan of the races, put off by all the noise and senseless destruction, not to mention the rowdy behavior she'd observed in some of the more popular riders... That said, Gear proved far more pleasant and engaging than her wild hair and blue language would suggest. They chatted through almost half of Eva's shift until her manager popped in to politely tell her to "save the social calls for after work." Gear seemed ready to give the guy a piece of her mind about that, but Eva quickly slapped on her well-practiced, sales-ready smile and assured her boss that she would get right on it, thanking Gear for her patronage with a not-so-subtle flick of her eyes towards the door. She seemed to get the message... but not before promising to continue their conversation "once my laundry's done." Watching the Waddle Dee walk casually back out into the busy streets, Eva couldn't help but notice that Gear hadn't actually brought any laundry in with her that day...

-In the weeks and months and years to come, Eva would bump into her new friend seemingly all over the City. The bank, the corner store, the wharf, the rail stations, even the skid-marked steps up to City Hall - always, it seemed, she'd spot that tuft of vibrant hair somewhere in the rush-hour crowd, or hear that booming voice calling out to her from down the street. They did finish their initial conversation, only to start many, many more after, sometimes over coffee or street tacos or the best damn margaritas she's ever had at this dingy hole-in-the-wall bar she never would've found without Gear's directions - she seemed to know just about everyone in the area, from the hardworking small business owners to the sax-playing buskers stationed on the corner. An intimidating realization, to be sure. After all, Gear could've hung out with anyone she wanted to... yet here she was, hanging out with meek little wallflower Eva instead.

-In time, she learned all about Gear and her life in the City - her interest in mechanics, her unmidigated love of racing, her hope of one day building a Machine faster than the legendary Dragoon. Again, much of it flew over Eva's head, but Gear spoke with such passion, such joy for the things she did, the people she knew, the life she lived here in this grimy, smog-choked place... Eva could already feel her heart reaching, yearning, her dreams colored rose-pink and her thoughts drifting during the workday towards hopes that left her blushing behind her wings. It took some time before she feel brave enough to share bits of herself, to talk about her tumultuous life in the City, to only hint at what came before.

-Eva also learned of Gear's two kids, her partner, the disintegrating state of their relationship. Eva saw the frustration and misery in those warm eyes, felt her heart bleed even more for what was quickly becoming the dearest friend she'd ever had... but she was afraid to push too hard. Even if her partner was a flake, even if Gear and her kids deserved so much better... well, Eva couldn't stomach the idea of barging into her friend's life like that, to risk breaking it even further... That said, she couldn't just sit back and watch Gear suffer either, so - as a friend - she offered what advice she could, acting as a voice of reason and reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, all the while begging the stars above to let Gear hear what she truly meant beneath it all, the words she couldn't bring herself to say out loud...

-The call came in late one evening, sudden and unexpected. Hearing Gear weep over the phone had scared Eva half to death, but - once she knew why she was crying - it filled her with the biggest sense of relief she'd ever known.

-She'd entertained the idea before - of inviting her dear friend and the kids to just... come and live with her - but never with any real intent or hope that it might actually happen. So, when that exact scenario suddenly became a reality... well, turns out she was a lot less prepared for it than she'd thought. Her life seemed to tilt and turn like a ship in stormy waters as they all struggled to settle into Eva's tiny apartment, full of sleepless nights, empty pantries, and more calls to the plumber than she ever thought she'd need to make... Thankfully, adapting to sudden storms has always been her forte. With time and a little effort, she and Gear made it work, sharing the weight of this new arrangement as evenly as they could. She did her best to give her friend space, to be there when she needed it, and to help put the pieces of her life back together into something... maybe not the same as before, but just as worth living.

-Eva watched in quiet awe as the life slowly returned to Gear’s eyes, her drive returning in earnest as she pursued her passions once again (even if they did have to be tweaked a bit). It was Gear who used her connections in town to help Eva land a job with an esteemed boutique, a dream she’d had since coming to the city. It was Gear who took her to get her first piercing, and the second, and the little skull-and-lotus tattoo on the back of her neck. It was Gear who saved up for months just to take her to the Garden in the Sky, where the smog of the City could not reach, and she finally saw the beautiful, glimmering stars again. After all that, well... how could she not fall deeply and hopelessly in love?

-She'd brought it up on occasion, the idea of leaving the City, long before the calls and letters even started. Nothing serious, usually - just a hypothetical Eva would toss out as casually as she could, trying to hide the fidget in her wings, the urge to pull at her feathers . She didn't hate the City, exactly. Not entirely. In the years it'd been her home, she'd found plenty of little things to appreciate about it - the light displays during the holidays, the variety of drinks at her favorite bar, the feet of real satin between her primaries, and so much more... But, the thing is... Eva might have come to the City seeking a fresh start, and learned so much in her time living there... but, despite her best efforts, it's never been home for her, not in the same way it was for Gear.

-When she tried to put this feeling into words, Gear had listened, and considered, and tried her best to be sympathetic... but Eva could see the reluctance in her, how she talked so insistently about the "good parts" of this City, how she defended aspects of it that Eva never would have. She understood, of course. After all, Gear had grown up here, had family here, dozens of friends and connections, even a potential career. Eva would never want tear her or her kids away from all that... Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if there might be a better home for them all elsewhere, where the air was clear and the streets were safe and the roof didn't leak every time the baby cried and they could all be happy together…

-It was only when Gear’s ex started coming by that the prospect changed from hypothetical to happening. suddenly Eva was back on the road again, leaving an entire life behind her like a pile of preened feathers, this time with a bag at her feet, a screaming toddler in her ear, and her best friend - affectionately referred to as her "wife" now - passed out against her side. She did her best, in that cramped little starship, to be a bulwark for her new little family, to face the unnervingly-wide-open future ahead of them as she always has - eyes front, wings steady, head held high - for their sake and for her own.

✨ Eva Fun Facts ✨

-Eva would quickly find that the sprawling, verdant countrysides of Popstar suited her so much better than the urban sardine can she'd left behind. Even after they'd settled in to the quaint little village, she still finds herself enamored with it all. The spring-sweet air, the vast blue skies, the flocks of birds and curlicue clouds and the utter lack of skyline - just trees, fields, and sunrise. She’d been so used to the roar of vehicles and commuters that she’d almost forgotten what genuine silence was like, and how much she adored the soft, furtive, living sounds of nature. If there was ever a place that she could comfortably call home... well, this might be the closest she'll ever get.

-Though she still takes commissions for custom outfits and accessories, Eva has mostly relegated her clothing passions to the comfort of a beloved hobby. Most of her time these days is spent working as a community organizer, helping folks like Dedede's mama and Para's dad with holiday setup and event planning for the village (a far cry from the nervous wallflower she'd been during her first year in the city). That said, she’s still the first on call when someone needs fashion advice or a rip repaired, and she’s knitted at least one sweater for almost everyone in the neighborhood.

-Back in the City, Eva had (accidentally) garnered a reputation as being a good listener, the one most folks in her or Gear's social circles would go to when they sought advice of a more... emotional nature. In the village, she's fallen into a similar role. When kids have hard questions their parents can't seem to answer, or a neighbor mentions trouble in their relationship, or a friend stops by simply needing a shoulder to cry on, Eva will do what she can to help out, whether that means offering advice, suggesting a new perspective, or simply letting them get it out of their system. She appreciates the trust people place in her, how they've come to value her compassion and her point-of-view, how her words alone can encourage growth and reflection and positivity her new community... even if the role itself does get rather draining sometimes. She thanks the stars she has Gear to remind her that she's allowed to say no sometimes, that she's not a therapist, and that having a big heart doesn't mean she has to give it away bit by bit.

-If Gear had been unprepared for a sulky pre-teen and a hydrokinetic baby, then Eva even less so. Make no mistake, she loves Bow and Treble dearly, cares for them as if they were her own… but, stars, they can both be a handful sometimes. In entirely different ways. It’s so hard to keep up with Bow’s energy, and Treble looks at her like she’s personally responsible for every bad thing in his life. She tries not to let the hurt of that particular sentiment show through. She understands, or tries to, but... well, what does he want her to say? She didn't ask to be a mother. Heck, she didn't ask for a lot of the things that've happened in her life. But they still happened! And, she had to slog through them all the same! Because what else would she do? What else can she do, when everything in the entire starsdamn universe is just so... so... Hah. Anyway, it’s fine. It's fine. If her time in the City has left her with anything, it’s that she can handle anything life throws at her. She can be patient. She can be strong. And, if she needs to, then she can be a good mother to these kids who absolutely deserve the world and more.

-Eva likes to call Gear her wife despite the fact that they never officially got married (and don't plan to).

✨ Treble Dee's Origins ✨

-Unlike Bow, who was too young to remember her brief time in the City, Treble has no trouble recalling his early childhood. He remembers their tiny apartment, with its faded wallpaper and water damage stains that looked like animals if he squinted. He remembers his dad carrying him on his back out by the lakeshore, telling him stories and showing him the lighthouse and buying him the best ice cream he’d ever had. He remember his mom coming home smelling like motor oil and letting him play with toy spaceships she brought back from the races. He remembers having friends and going to school and hearing music on the street all the time. He remembers being happy there.

-He remembers his dad being gone a lot, while his mom paced and fumed over the bills on the tiny kitchen table. He remembers hearing them argue a lot through the walls when he was supposed to be asleep. He remembers peering down into the crib with the tiny Waddle Dee inside, feeling crowded despite how small she was.

-His dad would buy him a lot of gifts when he was little. Little expensive things like toys, sweets, the pin he wears on his hat. even a fancy wristwatch once (which he was not to tell his mother about). But all of that pales in comparison to the ukulele his dad gave him for one of his birthdays. He loved that little uke more than any gift he'd ever gotten and played around with it all the time. His mom - in one of her more tolerable moods - taught him how to play it, promising to teach him how to play her own guitar when he got bigger. He even started making up silly little songs in his spare time and performing for anyone who would listen. They always made his dad laugh and cheer the most, exclaiming, "Looks like we got a little star in the making, hehehe!"

-When his mom told him and Bow that they had to leave, that they weren't coming back, he didn't have time to bring the ukulele with him. Sometime he wonders if it’s still there, in his old room, where he left it.

-He didn’t like Eva’s apartment. It smelled weird, and the water stains in the ceiling looked like faces laughing at him. He had to share a room with Bow. She cried a lot, so much that she broke one of the pipes in the kitchen. She did more than once in all the time they lived there. During the first night there, Treble had a nightmare he's long since forgotten and woke up crying for his dad. When Eva found him instead and tried to console him with a hug, he pulled away, embarrassed and angry and demanding to be left alone. He never got to say goodbye.

-Treble didn’t cry when they left the City a year later. Just sat with his cheek pressed against the window of the starship, watching the only home he’d ever known fade behind the clouds, and then the stars. He kept his favorite headphones on and turned up loud so he couldn’t hear Bow crying or his mom talking to Eva.

✨ Treble Dee Fun Facts ✨

-Treble learned to play bass on his own. Mostly out of spite, if we’re being honest. (Gear’s too proud of him to see it that way, though.) Yes, he’s aware of the irony of being named Treble and playing the bass - stop bringing it up. Oh, and not like it's a big deal or anything, but... he and his buddies started a band. Called the Mellow Dees. The name was his idea. It's pretty cool. Mostly, they just hang out together and noodle around on their instruments (maybe pick through Treble's lyric notes if he's feeling confident), but they've already gotten some banger tunes in the works. Nothing finished yet, unfortunately, not even enough for a demo tape... but that's fine. Every big-name star had to start somewhere, right? He knows they're gonna make it big one day, once they're old enough to start booking gigs at some high-end off-world music venues. You'll see.

-He wishes his mom didn’t push her interests onto him all the time. Yeah, it’s cool that she taught him how to write music and dye his hair and stuff, and she lets him swear more than the neighbors do... but then she wants him to listen to all her weird old-people music or go skateboarding with her and Bow or some other dumb thing he doesn’t care about. Then she gets on his case for staying inside all day and not spending time with people. He is spending time with people, just not her. He has a life, y’know? Friends his own age who actually like the things he likes. He’s not gonna hang out with his parents all the time. That’s so lame.

-He wishes Eva wasn’t so nosy. It doesn’t matter that she’s nice or whatever, she’s such a starsdamn busybody. Always asking what he’s doing or what he’s working on or does he want a snack and ugh, stars, just take a hint already. Does she think he’s still a baby or something? Just leave him alone. He doesn’t want to talk to her. He never wants to talk to her.

-He thinks his baby sister is annoying and wishes she’d stop bothering him when he’d busy doing his own thing. Her friends are just as bad, the little brats. Stars, he hates it here.

-Well… okay, maybe he doesn’t hate it here, living in the village. It’s… fine, he guesses. The weather’s always nice. Food’s good. And, his new friends are actually pretty cool. He just… misses the City sometimes, is all. The lights, the music, the tall buildings, the crowds of people, even the greasy smell of the alleyways. He doesn’t miss the races, though. Not even a little bit.

-He does miss his dad sometimes.

[dvskfallen]

look  who  is  roaming  around  mystic  falls  —  it's  CHARLIE SWAN  [  DANIEL HENNEY  /  CIS MALE  /  HE + HIM  /  TWILIGHT  ]  .  according  to  our  records  ,  they  are  a 42  year  old  HUMAN  and  in  town  because  HE MOVED HERE UPON HIS PARENTS' PASSING AND HIS DIVORCE FROM RENEE  .  makes  sense  why  they  are  a  DETECTIVE  and  have  been  rumored  to  be  RESPONSIBLE  and  RECLUSIVE  .  haven't  you  heard  the  latest  gossip  about  how  HE TWICE APPLIED FOR THE SHERIFF POSITION BUT WAS TURNED DOWN??  i  hope  they're  ready  for  what's  in  store  ,  though  it  doesn't  seem  that  way  .  play  IT'S NOT OVER by  DAUGHTRY  and  distract  your  mind  .  here  they  come  !!  —  BLUE  ,  25+  ,  CST  ,  THEY + SHE  ,  N/A  .

birth name: charles richard swan

alias: n/a

nicknames: charlie

date of birth: june 10th

place of birth: forks, washington

year of death: 1966

place of death: n/a

age: forty-two

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexuality: kinsey scale of one

faceclaim: daniel henney

residence: mystic falls

education: graduated high school

voice claim: billy burke

accent: pacific northwest

religion: agnostic

father: richard swan

mother: nari swan, née jeon

siblings: none

partners: renee (ex wife) & nameless flings

children: bella swan

labels: the forthright & the homebody

zodiac: gemini

moral allignment: lawful good

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

element: earth

primary vices: gluttony & sloth

favorite food: steak and potatoes

favorite color: navy blue

favorite season: summer

favorite sport: baseball, hockey, & football

favorite weather: fishing weather

charlie swan is a townie through and through. and though he might be happy to call mystic falls his home, he didn't always envision himself planting his roots here. an only child, charlie spent most of his childhood over at billy black's, running around with him, quil atara iv, & harry clearwater. his childhood was a happy one, but he always pictured himself going to his parents' alma mater: washington state.

[parental illness tw] even with an acceptance letter in hand, charlie couldn't bring himself to go. with his parents' health deteriorating, he decided to stay home. though he debated applying for the local university, he chose instead to apply for the local police department. the hours and proximity made it a bit easier to be there for his mother and father.

it was around this time when he met renee. she passed through forks, only staying for a handful of days. yet, he found himself absolutely smitten by her. she was romantic and impulsive. being around her felt like a rush. when she returned, swan convinced her to stay. soon followed a proposal and even sooner they were wed.

[pregnancy tw] for a short while, they were happy. they were overjoyed when renee learned she was pregnant. his life felt full, and then the health of his parents took another shift. between being there for his wife, parents, and working, he felt himself spread so thin. but he tried. when isabella was born, it's like he could feel the center of his universe adjusting once more. he always wanted a big family.

[divorce & parental death tw] when renee left with bella, he didn't try to fight for their marriage. he didn't want to make it hard for the two people he cared for more than anything else. a part of him regrets it to this day. instead, he poured himself into his work and taking care of his parents. however staying in forks no longer felt like an option when his parents passed within six months of each other.

starting anew, he applied for an open position in the mystic fall police department. he climbed until he became a head detective in the small town. when bella moved to town full-time, charlie was thrilled even if he had a difficult time expressing that.

charlie's wiki can be found here!

[eepy-soublades]

Deltarune Chapter 3 spoilers!

(Pic unrelated, only there to further reduce spoilers)

The divorce was so bad it traumatized the TV

[rpmemes-galore]

breakup / divorce ... sentence starters

"I'm tired of you."

"I want a divorce."

"I want to breakup."

"It's not you, it's me."

"I'm going to move out."

"We can both do better."

"I need you to move out."

"Yes, I am giving up on us."

"Maybe we can still be friends…"

"You and I just aren't working out."

"I think we need to call this all off."

"I can't do this anymore, I'm done."

"We just aren't compatible… sorry."

"What, you're just giving up on us?"

"Here, you can have your ring back."

"Come and get your things, I'm done."

"No, there's nothing worth fixing here."

"This relationship isn't worth the hassle."

"I care about you, but I need to move on."

"I think our relationship has run it's course."

"I just don't see a future together anymore."

"This just… isn't healthy. I need to walk away."

"I'm not really sure what I want, but it's not this."

"Turns out we just weren't meant to be together."

"I don't feel the same way about you as I used to."

"This relationship isn't fulfilling my needs anymore."

"Your stuff is out on the lawn, you should come grab it."

"There's just too many issues here, I'm tired of trying to fix them."

"I really love you, but this relationship is not going to work for me."

[cloudburste]

you  wouldn't  expect  someone  like  magnolia  'maggie'  greene,  a  38-year-old  waitress  at  the  jukebox,  to  turn  heads  walking  into  the  gas  station  on  main,  but  there's  something  about  them  that  makes  you  look  twice.  maybe  it's  the  ballet  flats  tracking  in  dust  from  the  outskirts,  or  the  sharp  ringtone  blaring  love  is  stronger  than  pride  by  sade  when  their  phone  lights  up.  they  say  their  favorite  movie  is  fried  green  tomatoes  and  they've  got  the  kind  of  face  (think  da'vine  joy  randolph)  that  locals  swear  they've  seen  before.  when  pressed,  they  describe  themselves  in  fragments:  the  soft  breeze  embracing  her  while  she  sips  on  her  morning  coffee,  a  charming  home  still  clinging  to  the  past,  wearing  her  heart  on  her  sleeves,  royal  blue  nail  polish,  and  dreams  too  big  to  catch.  and  for  the  record?  the  thing  they  won't  talk  about,  ▇▇  ▇▇▇▇  ▇  ▇▇,  is  probably  the  reason  they  haven't  left  yet.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

full name. magnolia ivory greene. known nickname(s). maggie, mags, noli. date of birth. june 26th, 1966. age. thirty eight. place of birth. irwinville, indiana. gender and pronouns. cis woman, she / her. orientation. bisexual. ethnicity. african-american. current residence. three bedroom home in the glendale neighborhood, located in irwinville, indiana. education. high-school diploma. occupation. waitress at the jukebox. relationship status. recently divorced. familial connections. mercy greene, son. faceclaim. da'vine joy randolph. voice. rich and expressive with a warm tone. height. five ft, three in. eye color. dark brown. hair. loves to express herself through her hair styles which include various updos, colorful wigs, or luscious, often textured curls. tattoos. mercy's birth flower & his date of birth. distinguishable features. calloused hands from years of working, faint moles speckled everywhere, a radiant smile often graces her lips, and nails tend to be well manicured & painted royal blue, mercy's favorite color. style. on regular days, she prefers to keep it casual. think knitted cardigans, flowing blouses and v-necks, ballet flats and ankle boots, sun washed denim mom jeans. prefers muted colors like aegean blue, lavender purple, dusty rose pink and neutral colors like beige, white, and black. loves accessories, particularly her grandmother's vintage watch, various stacked rings when not working, and wears a necklace consisting of mercy's birthstone. scent. overall a very comforting scent, notes of cocoa butter and black coffee with undertones of old books and cigarette smoke.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

positive traits. generous, loyal, thoughtful, confident, sentimental. negative traits. stubborn, stagnant, emotional, habits. journalling is a very positive habit she has, also spending time with others when she's down. while smoking cigarettes and resisting change is her bad habits. hobbies. cooking & baking, event-planning, writing, makeup & hair, and volunteering. fears. i think obviously her biggest fear is finding out her son is dead. she's also scared of the unknown that comes with the future. goals and ambitions. go back to university, become a journalist, learn how to come to terms with mercy's loss and also keep his memory alive. astrology. cancer sun, pisces moon. mbti. esfj. moral alignment. true good, maybe a lil chaotic good. usual mood. she is very sweet, there's that underlying melancholy though.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

trigger warning for child loss, divorce, and grief

it was the summer of 1966 in irwinville, indiana. a humid heat clung to the air as magnolia 'maggie' greene took her first breath. the middle child of three, maggie would learn at an early age that the quiet ones become a ghost. how her silence was both a blessing and a curse, but neither at once. a timid girl, she became the observer rather than the observed. learned to befriend the stillness that lingered inside her as her siblings experienced the world without her. still, magnolia wondered what it would be like to find the exact words to express how she really felt. if there was anybody out there who knew loneliness as much as she knew loneliness and would it even matter in the end?

college was an opportunity delicately wrapped in promises and new beginnings. magnolia vowed to let her tough barriers down, let the soft hum of her heart become a beckoning harmony for true connections. it was there in the chaos of campus living and late night studies, she found her voice. where her confidence began to glow brighter than any constellations that made up the vast night sky. amidst it all, maggie found love in a man who could command a room. casual flirtation blossomed into a whirlwind romance, leading to an unexpected pregnancy. without any hesitation, magnolia sat aside her own aspirations. dedicating herself to creating a loving family and safe home for a little baby boy named mercy who would never know loneliness like she did.

fast forward and magnolia's life could all be summed up by pta meetings, bake sales, and after-school baseball practices. she had found herself back on the sidelines, her dreams had slipped narrowly through her fingers before she even had a chance to savor them. yet it was what she preferred when she heard the contagious laughter echoing from her son and during the late night cuddles with the love of her life. she didn't need to be anymore than she already was when she was surrounded by friends and family. watching her son be the child she was too nervous to be, it would never occur to her how easily things can change. one moment, she's waving goodbye to mercy from the steps of her front porch. the next, he's gone. poof. vanished in broad daylight and magnolia's world comes crumbling down.

grief lasts a lifetime, long after the last goodbye. years after mercy's sudden disappearance and magnolia still masks her inner turmoil under the facade of that same gentle smile he grew up with. she holds her head up high as if to deny the sorrow that threatens to consume her. on especially hard days, maggie is haunted by what ifs and the empty space in her life that her son once filled becomes a canyon she can't comprehend. she has this belief that moving forward would be a betrayal to mercy's memory and angst gnaws at her. with nowhere to place the blame, her guilt twists into a hushed resentment and a secret envy for the mothers who get to watch their babies grow up.

deep down, maggie knows mercy would want her to continue living. the world doesn't stop spinning and she can't surrender to the misery. a stubborn light shines through the darkness, a small gesture that hope still remains. magnolia believes that, somehow, she will find her way forward. that she can that she can navigate the catastrophes after loss, emerge stronger and wiser. more than anything, magnolia vows to keep. mercy's legacy alive. ensure his short life leaves an endearing mark and light her own spark along the way again.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

magnolia believes she'll see mercy again. frequently updates a journal with little tidbits she knows he would love to hear about. she keeps his room untouched as if that'll bring him home faster. she collects different movies and comic books that make her think about him. some might say this is unhealthy, but it's her way of coping.

acts of services are her love language. she loves lending a helping hand, whether that be volunteering for the irwinville community or cleaning a friend's home for them. magnolia will always show up for the people she cares about.

maggie loves hosting barbecues and neighborhood block parties. she's the type to go all out for holidays and i mean she's really a sentimental gorl! she loves spending time with her friends. especially considering how hard the disappearance of mercy has been on her so she often makes excuses to see them by throwing get-togethers.

magnolia has a dream to go back to university and get her degree in journalism. up until now, she was entirely focused on family and then it was her trying to stay afloat. being a waitress was never supposed to be the end goal so now she's taking night classes.

very recently divorced to mercy's father. his disappearance caused a massive strain on their relationship. for the past four years, they tried to make it work. grief and couples counseling, random date nights, and learning to communicate again. sadly, the pain outlasted the love and the distance between them has not only persisted, but grown. she still loves him dearly, but knows this is for the best.

magnolia has an elderly dog named milo. he was mercy's best friend who grew up with him. spoiled rotten, but that's what she wants. she has no clue what she'll do when his time comes, but for now he gets all the cuddles, walks, and play-dates!

credit to @kingofwesteros for the lovely intro template