#bethelbound

[jeoseungsaja]

a hug with a forehead kiss // hyuk ty ty <3

@bethelbound ♚ from x.

♔ ———–

It's late; the clock marks past 3AM. He receives a call he'd never ignore; her name appears on the screen and he picks it up in a matter of a heartbeat. He thinks the worst at first, considering how late it is. Did something happen? Is she in trouble? Panic reverberates in the depths of his mind, but he knows he should put this sentiment on a leash before quickly jumping into erratic conclusions.

He answers and an unconscious breath of relief leaves his lungs.

Darlene just wants him to pick her up. Somewhere between streets she doesn't remember much; describing neon signs that paint a vague picture in his head. Maybe she's tipsy, enough to cancel the planned walk --- or perhaps she just wishes for company amid concrete that no longer looks the same. Either way, he's already grabbing his keys and heading out.

His hair has become a mess these days; longer, practically untamed at the edges. Hyuk doesn't bother on rearranging it; takes the closest sweater and leaves with a pair of old jeans and scratched sneakers. He's never worried about fashion and, right on this moment, he cares not about how he looks but about the destination.

He just cannot leave Darlene another minute by herself. Not in the middle of the night.

So he goes, as fast as traffic lights and laws allow him to; parks nearby and jumps out of vehicle as soon as he sees a familiar silhouette. There she is, with her flowing hair and characteristic plaid flannel; with washed out denim as trousers and sparkling gold jewelry that becomes visible when getting closer to her.

He looks at her, calls her name whilst having hands deeply buried in his pockets. There's this whisper coming out of her, something akin to 'you came', such a thing making him frown at first, but then smile ever so slightly.

"Of course I did, you told me to come."

Hyuk speaks of this as if it's the most obvious thing, as if it's the clearest reaction. You tell me to come, so I do. It's what friends do, don't they?

"Besides, I couldn't leave you here alo---"

It's sudden, her movement. Walking forward; arms getting wrapped around his middle --- an unexpected embrace. She hugs and he freezes; she pulls in and he doesn't push away. His limbs remain on his sides, unsure as to what to do, before allowing one hand to awkwardly pat her back.

"What is this? Are you okay---yah!"

Next thing he knows, Darlene is pulling him by the collar; tugging enough so her lips can reach his forehead, pressing a mark that leaves him dumbfounded. Though her tug is harsh, her kiss is not. It's soft, like the current breeze around them. It's nice, making him feel a type of warmth that leads his heart to jump.

It's been a while since his heart has jumped out of genuine comfort.

"Is that how you say thank you? You'll have to do better than that."

Jest is his initial response, before gently wrapping her arm around his. This closeness, he doesn't give it to just anyone. This proximity and kind gestures, he'll welcome them all if they come from a dear friend --- her.

"Okay. Let's go, you probably need to sleep."

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#bethelbound #♔ || verse three. #♔ || through the darkness to the light i'll be there by your side (darlene). #HELLO YES I hope this is okAY despite my abundant rustiness #also I saw that the meme didn't specify who gives the hug (sender or receiver) sO I JUST? WENT WITH THAT THOUGHT WAS BEST? #I truly do think Darlene would be the one to hug Hyuk first WIUHDUWEDH #I hope I didn't get anything wrong but if I did pLEASE FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME #love these two BFF's loTS #thank you for sending this in <333 #I also found roleplayable gifs of him with the long hair I imagine he'd eventually have in this verse sO BLESS--- #♔ || queue.

[kxllerblond]

STARTER //  @bethelbound​

BREAKING && ENETERING were hardly his most egregious crimes he’d committed thus far. A victimless crime, really—at least on the account that he was usually polite enough to fix whatever he broke. Normally he could simply BE home in an instance as per his abilities but his head had taken a sort of blow.

It was hard to focus when it felt like someone was using your cranium like you were a drum on the first day of band practice. The bookstore had been closest safehaven and seemed least likely to have any sort of actual security system worth worrying over. 

Just an HOUR (maybe two) and he’d be gone again and the owner would be NONE the wiser and he’d send over some anonymous donation or something to cover the damages. It’d be FINE.

 Only...one minute he’d settled into one of the downstairs armchairs (there had been no WAY he trusted himself to head up a spiral staircase of all things) and the NEXT he was jolting away to the sound of chimes. Could he catch a BREAK?

He had clearly passed out at some point and now found himself with little option to hide; his only shot being to perhaps be capable of TALKING his way out of the situation but...even that seemed unlikely.

#(;ic) #bethelbound #its funny because he probably looks like a disheveled mess too :')

[phantombs]

"I garden if you aren’t remembering correctly,” he answers like she’s mustered up the most baffling thing. “Thyme, heather, and even those stubborn orchids you see there. Why be nervous around someone like that?"

Goodness, she must really be sick. Then again, with Darlene leant against her palm, face ruby-flushed and lids at half-mast, she doesn’t leave much real estate for trifling arguments. Strange, though, Cường supposes, fingering out a bottle twined shut and sparsely filled. She’d been so vibrant and mystically doe-eyed. She came like misty lakes and daydreams in the summer--golden, butterfly bloated and a page out of fairytales, but now, she’s fumbling, and something ugly’s crawling up the sides.

Odd. It hits him like a stray breeze. He uncorks the bottle, walking up toward her. He thinks this is chronic, and over her breaths, there’s the whispers of something warbled and twisted--

Of dying. Or hurting. Or maybe tremendous grief, long smothered to choking and painfully hidden. Oh. You’ve got yourself some history, don’t you? he thinks, eyes meeting hers.

Cường, like a shadow, looms over. His free hand meets her shoulder to guide her to a chair, and the smell of summer-berries yet lingers on his mouth--from her platter, all strawberry-sugar-like. It blends strangely with the oil, pepperminty and strong on his fingers. “I make things flower,” he reminds. “So, how am I going to let you die on me? Don’t insult me. And don’t be dramatic. Look up.”

He fingers her temple. The whorls are slow. She sounds so... “This happens a lot, doesn’t it?”

@bethelbound, continued from here.

#bethelbound #okay..im hinting at her past #cuong being a mister ghost man and hearing something around her #maybe her partner #look im making things Thick and Wild #of course u dont ever have to match length but i got stupidly inspired so dont look @ me #if u see me pretend u dont #and i dont want to overstep bounds so im keeping cuong as just feeling and hearing hurt. and pain. #but he doesnt know her story or her past. all those details are safe with darlene

[redemptioninterlude]

@bethelbound​​ - darlene !

Mood lighting sets the tone, a room full of strangers, a place where she can disappear. Because now, she is no one, isn’t she? Having pulled at the thread that’s followed her fate since childhood, and, having come out the other end, better informed as to what horrors had been laid out, and how. Revenge leaving her as empty and hallow as one might imagine it would, and while AN EYE FOR AN EYE would only ever leave the world blind, Sookhee can say that it certainly did at least make her feel a little less bitter about the churning bite of her childhood, and her decade spent sinking within the wasted vestiges of the Seoul National Intelligence Agency.

They don’t want her anymore, and she’s done all the same with them. It’d all been for her daughter, the child born forth with a man that she’d thought was a lover... a saviour. The murderer behind her parents’ death, ah, how the sting of irony strikes. But that’s revenge she thinks, too. Karma for the lives she’s taken, the things she’s done in this blood-soaked life, and, with a new face and a new lease on life, it’s hard to think WHAT COMES NEXT when every day has been an exercise of following orders, to a tee.

But in this bar, with a glass of scotch, ice melting, cleanly, within it, she thinks - well. I can do ANYTHING now, can’t I. And what a powerful feeling that is, head turning for the first time to take note of a woman that walks through the doorway, pretty, familiar, a catch of something that hits within the pits of her stomach. She knows her. She knows her, with the type of intimacy that was reserved for the damned, those that came across her desk in manila folders with dossiers written by those with an unspent anger that they instead fuel into cash in her hands, now. But then, it was all just work. There were people that had wanted this woman dead (and her little partner too), and hadn’t she confirmed the kill?

                 Ghosts from the past.

Sookhee isn’t worried for being recognized, she’s had her face carved and redone, again and again by now, she doesn’t even know who she could have been originally. It’s a new woman staring back at her, but with with a more JADED SOUL, though all that fades, along with the chatter, as that woman takes a seat by her at the bar. “You look troubled.” her finger rings slow around the lip of her glass, a glance her way, the sort of melancholy poetic smile on her face that said, maybe, she’s the one that’s troubled. “Care for some company?”

- @bethelbound​​ ( for a plotted starter )​

#bethelbound #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ s. min ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ leaving cheap love behind ! #❝ s. min ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ how could you come knock on my door !

[chiaso]

♡

i have a thesis due in two and a half weeks and i haven’t even started putting the powerpoint together yet :’) help

#* ooc. #FBDKGNG #bethelbound #also hi ur one of my favorite blogs

[ofgentleresolve-a]

and pile on the years ( ft. @bethelbound liked for a starter! )

“I’ll take this one too.” In comparison to the rest of the books she’s picked out, this book most definitely falls in the category of ‘secondhand’. Even a child would be able to tell with the way the spine has a prominent crack down the middle or how more than one fo the pages have been dog earred. It can’t cost that much. That and Mana’s wallet can take the extra hit, can’t it? “How much is it?”

#( threads: mana. ) #( verse: softening. ) #bethelbound #worlds that are drawn to each other ( interactions. ) #hello!! thank you so much for liking!! and for following :D #let me know if you'd like me to change anything as well!!

[spoiledsovls]

@bethelbound.

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me too. is all that she can offer, a silent reconciliation with the other because she was too afraid to confess the truth. it was true, she was a nobody in the civilian world but if she took that step further to leave the country, then there would be no strings attached to her. there would be consequences, the homesickness would ensue, but she would be free. 

“but what’s the reason you wanted to run in the first place?” here she was, stirring the pot yet again. getting information from people was a habit but this time it was out of pure curiosity. she pries a bit, but not too much, leaning forward with the scent of alcohol staining her clothes.

“there has to be a reason.”

#((thank you for replying <33 #((hope you don't mind if i start a thread with it :^) #mafia verse: born this way #bethelbound

[sorrowmarked-a]

* americana || accepting 

‘ my head went dead. that’s the only way to put it. something in there burned out and blew away. ’ -- @bethelbound

chihaya tipped her head to the side. she didn’t think she quite got it. she wasn’t as smart as someone like taichi. taichi would likely immediately grasp the situation and say something smart in return. “you know that sometimes happens to me too!” she said, brown eyes lighting up. “especially when i’m getting nervous, or i think i should have gotten something. i get all caught up and panicked when i loose my best cards in karuta,” she said. taichi would have said something smart, but chihaya was chihaya, so of course she brought it all back to the game that had dominated her life since she was a child. “it’s like i get in my head, and i keep loosing cards, i have to take a breath, and slow everything back down to recover.”

#bethelbound #muse: chihaya ayase #random number generator said chihaya hope you don't mind!

[dacaapo]

( you know I'm gonna bring the mother of all ships and park it right in your ask box for that aesthetics meme — darvin <3 )

aesthetics, objects, and moods / accepting

oxford ost / nfwmb forsythias in full bloom. cobbled streets and the sticky, sweet heat of july in oxford. flash storms and a blooming cemetery for cover. her mouth, biting into a peach; his mouth, kissing the juice that trails down from the fruit to her chin. old record players. cigarettes on balconies. tangled sheets that smell of him, smell of her. her laughter, when he crowds her in the hotel elevator. her melting sigh, when he takes her tired foot in his lap and presses his thumb to the center. an overfilled glass of red wine, shared. waking to the sound of birds singing and a page being turned in her hands. vin, please. / i’ve got you, cara. i’m here. old cathedrals and the glow of stained glass. a harrowing, thunderous ocean. blood down a drain and his tongue down her throat. loosened ties, unbuttoned collars. his hair in his eyes and her hands gentle when they card through the strands. his lips, learning the shape of the worst of her scars. hushed prayers. a fire smoldering, their skin aflame. sweet brown sugar. so tender, he can't tell if he's a healing wound or an aching bruise. flowers pressed between the pages of an old book: a surprise, for an unsuspecting soul to find. sunshine pooling like honey and gold in the dips of her collarbone as she sleeps. no goodbyes. please. let me give you what you need. (amore, cara. a mora is a blackberry. / do i taste of berries to you?)

#bethelbound #ans. #portami in chiesa. #/ UM #/ i physically had to stop myself from turning this into a 20 pg essay #/ also....... drafts.. queues..... two other versions of this #/ just bc I Can #/ i have had a lot of wine so here's to praying this at least made SOME SENSE #/ i know these are all hcs weve discussed at length BUT IM HERE REVISITING THEM ANWS BC I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR #/ im just here to keep darvin nation (population: u and me) well fed ok #/ weeps #/ love them #/ oxford darvin feel so sticky close #/ could prob recognize her by the taste of her sweat on his tongue #/ or by tracing her dimple with his eyes closed smh #/ gOODBYE #/ queues a buncha other things after this while im at work tmr morning weeps #/ but posts this Now bc ilu #/ my lil cabbage #hc.

[jeoseungsaja]

' we'll figure it out together. ' ( hyuk ♡ )

@bethelbound ♚ from x.

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There are dreams he cannot explain. Frequent in their wish to appear in the shape of constant fragments, akin to seeing between crystal shards that have been exposed to multi-chrome light. Beautiful, but sharp; magnificent, but honed. Maybe this is one of the reasons why he refuses to sleep --- because, as the illusion widens itself, the sting in his chest broadens as well and he doesn't even know why. Like an invisible stab, twisting and turning amid a search for the vast untold. He sees pictures of royalty; illusions of people in historic times, walking and bending their bodies as soon as the King is found. Then the setting changes, it suddenly spins and translates into the symptom of death. Noir, obscure; personified. All of these things, what do they mean? All of these dreams, can they even be called in such way, or are they deemed nightmares, whenever his neck feels the thunder of his heart?

Hyuk doesn't know if he should tell her. Standing here, in the middle of soft breeze and warm sun. Here, amid a tranquility that could be ruined if these sporadic preoccupations flourish out of his mouth. He doesn't know if he should tell her, that ever since those cards were placed upon the table, the thoughts of diverse dimensions keep appearing in his head, as if fateful.

But she knows already, doesn't she? Not the particularities of his worries, but the fact that he's not being like himself. At this point, she's the only one who's able to determine the minimal changes upon his countenance; a fond observer. She knows, because he doesn't have to say anything for her to speak, for her to spill words that express utter reassurance which is more welcome than neglected.

A rarity spreads upon lips -- a close-lipped smile, dedicated to her support. Darlene, having her own boat crowded with intricacies and yet, finding the time to spread a helping hand toward him. He can't help but do the very same, take her fingers and intertwine them with his to offer reciprocation, figuratively so, as the thought of this pillar they both hold together.

"I'm sure we will."

What, exactly? He doesn't know. Even his worries seem so scattered, so senseless. However, he's certain she'll be there. He trusts this, trusts her. Hyuk realizes, that they're not on different boats but on the same one; sharing cargo that's both precious and daunting. And he appreciates this, he appreciates that they're on this trip together, regardless of difficulties; regardless of boulders. This is what having a friend feels like. This is what having a confidant feels like.

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#bethelbound #♔ || verse three. #♔ || through the darkness to the light i'll be there by your side (darlene). #hello yes I'M CRYING--- #I hope this is okay <3 IF NOT LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CHANGE THINGS--- #sorta included part of what we talked about Hyuk and his past lives uwu #Thank you for sending this in yOU SWEETHEART #C: <3 #♔ || queue.

[yeongxmi]

note. “Kyunghwan asked me to give you this.” [you’re cute]

@bethelbound sent this ask meme!

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ]

“...” What was it with ghosts and their transcendent attraction to Yeong Mi?

She stared at the note, a bit shocked, bewildered, a little touched... and well, scared. Just a little. 

As much as Yeong Mi was a fluid thread in the world of supernatural beings, she was someone who could never feel comfortable around the presence of the underworld’s specters. Floating around the world of the living without ever being seen, at least by her. Yeong Mi’s existence was one typically alongside the waves of life, birth, growth, nurturing. It was an existence which mirrored the opposite of... ghosts.

So, why? Why did every ghost who took an interest in her... take interest in her?

After an elongated pause, her eyes broke away from the note to scan the room blindly, trying to catch a glimpse of anything. Of course, she saw nothing. “Um, Darlene. Do you know what this note says?” she couldn’t help but chuckle as she spoke. It was a rather comical situation. “Well, tell him thanks. I am sure he is cute, too.”

#darlene;camellia #ghosts have feelings too;camellia #{{SHES LIKE WHYYYYYY WHY ME QQ LMAOO}} #bethelbound #answered;camellia

[miengsol]

@bethelbound has my undying gratitude!

"I'm okay, I know what I'm looking for! I think..." Or so he says, you know, like a LIAR. Anyone, who tells him it's easy dating a librarian, he can just get her books as presents, clearly has never known a librarian, let alone any BOOK lover. Sure, Mana likes books, but that doesn't mean she's going to read just any book he picks up for her. For one thing it has to be something she hasn't gotten her hands on yet. On the other hand, it can't be something long-winded. He stares at each bookshelf in disbelief looking a little more frazzled with each passing moment. Where does he even start?

#bethelbound #at the familiar left turn ( interactions. ) #( verse: someday you'll catch up. ) #when u want to buy a gift for ur gf....but then u get caught up in the deets jsdlkfjsdl

[phantombs]

💮

[Send 💮.] Cường looks at them. He's thinking of flowers. Status: Still accepting.

Her teacup’s lowered, pretty, and the black brew that’s fuming sloshes up the sides.

It ripples pleasant. "Here you are,” Cường offers. The scent wafts pale and muted, teasing as it dances beneath the store’s fragrant undercurrents. There looms those spices in bottles prettied up with ribbons. There bleeds the orchids by the window sat drinking in the sun.

Cường goes back to it. He bows, studying. Through its pearly petals, his eyes wander, and the image of her seated pokes through the blossomed, dazzling bunches. It suddenly meets him, then, he realizes--but gently, something like whisperish tiptoes, actually, but with care not to crush them, the tickweed and puffballs and golden dandelions. It’s a thought. She’s:

“Like an orchid... Has anyone told you?” Huh?

A refined beauty, sure, but even more than that, his books have offered: be kind! Be patient! And with time, you’ll see that these hard-grown plants are worth the effort. Yes. But then also: orchid mantises, copying the original. He looks at her teacup and remembers, too:

“I hear black tea’s good for orchids, actually. Especially the more weathered ones.” Well, it’s an aside, lord swears. His plant’s leaves just seem a touch dehydrated, and so-- “You should share. You look nice today. This one doesn’t.”

#bethelbound #( ask. ) #i truly megabrained this one into existence

[interxstitial]

“why are you laughing? we got a serious situation here.”

a taste of honey starters: ACCEPTING! | @bethelbound

it’s okay to be a little adventurous, his therapist had said, sometimes stepping out of our comfort zone helps kickstart the process of moving on. jiwon wishes he had asked for a list of neighbourhood book clubs, or maybe a community knitting circle where everyone made sweaters for their pets. instead, he had simply nodded and agreed to try something new, which turned out to be a local green group that jiwon cannot for the life of him remember the name of right now. all he knows is that the world won’t stop spinning even though he’s sprawled out on the ground, leaves in his hair and dirt under his nails. he can smell the forest in vibrant hues of emerald and marigold, feels the sunshine on his cheeks like a string quartet in a concert hall.

“i’m laughing because i’m so fucking high right now,” is eventually how jiwon responds after a prolonged fit of giggles. in his defense, the pictures of what to pick on their outing could have been clearer. it’s an honest mistake through and through, but jiwon can’t be trusted to find his way back to the group in this state. so here they sit—or lay, in jiwon’s case—and wait for the effects of whatever jiwon ate to wear off. with far too many pauses to laugh and wheeze, he continues, “i’m pretty sure some kids were growin’ something out here, and i totally ate some, oh my god. this is way better than a book club.”

#bethelbound #//HELLO AFTER 4 MONTHS I AM HERE C': #also i have no idea what jiwon ate we can even say it's magic #all i know is that he thinks it's hilarious and he's right aslkdhgk

[redemptioninterlude]

❝ Help me, someone! I’m dying from neglect up here! ❞ (cian to faye because...... why not)

howl's moving castle meme ( accepting ) + @bethelvex // cian

          This is not the Earth that she remembers.

The world stops; and she wasn’t ready for it. The sky lights up, and she’s one of the first few hurt; before they ever really realized WHAT WAS COMING. How many years pass before she’s woken up from the deep freeze that keeps her body going, until they had the technology to fix her? Too many, but the world she emerges into is nothing like that she’s known it to be like. Something steeped in technology, in strangeness, and Earth - Earth, they tell her, is gone. A puff of smoke, the bombs and the meteors, they leave what’s left of the planet she’s born crumble, hostile, and uninhabitable.

It doesn’t do anything to stop her though, does it? A new name, new life, A FIXTURE amongst the bounty hunting few within the universe that did their best to ply their trade on cash exchanged for the degenerate of society. But even this new freedom comes weighted by oddness - good things, terrible things, people on the run; she wonders if they remember old Earth history, and what came of it. What happens to men with guns that try to exude that one empire ought to represent all. She says nothing; but she finds herself itching, for a planet with fair air, open waters. The Earth that calls from her memory.

                            But what is there is not like it once was.

                She meets other people, unexpectedly.

Some from the outer edges - some who’ve been waiting, waiting in the sky. It’s all a strange assembly, isn’t it, but it’s easier to talk to the one who she RECOGNIZES at least from having had better flight experience in the world that’s now hers, she supposes, for better or for worse. “I last fuelled up on Ganymede before my ship lost power.” she sighs, a shoe digging into the dirt; this red, red earth. “Hey...” he looks up at her, those wide eyes, that firm mouth, how he does her errands, Cian, looking out for himself ( or looking at her legs ). A man with a good life that he didn’t need to soak himself so thoroughly in blood and trouble, but here he is all the same, asking for attention, care, he complains as she stands outside his building, smoking, watching it rise before really taking a proper look at him.

                                           A half formed smile there in slashing red.

“What. You want attention? All of mine? What would you even DO WITH IT?” that exhale, slowing, breathes life in along with the poison. “I can give it all to you in exchange for this next job, if you want a night where you get to be the star. Will that keep you from dying on me?”

#bethelbound #bethelvex #❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ you know what they say cowboy ! #❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ the past is the past and the future is the future !

[ofgentleresolve-a]

⚡️!!!

impressions, impressions, impressions! ( ft. lightning bolt meme ) | still accepting!

send me a ⚡️and i’ll fill out for you/your muse:

my first impression of your muse:

very classy, elegant lady with opinions. she's also a developed female oc and god that's really hard to run in on this hellsite and in this particular part of rpc.

my first impression of you:

easygoing but also professional. tbh i was a lil' intimidated by u just by how quickly you can get replies out.

my favorite thing about your muse:

maybe i'm being redundant, but she's DEVELOPED!!! like i don't think it's possible to place exactly one label on her and that comes from her various interactions?? also like she's a mystery- i'm always interested in seeing what new thing I'll discover about her thru her interactions and hcs.

my favorite thing about you:

mar, you're just a comforting presence on my dashboard?? like, i know we don't talk much but i always see nothing but positive interactions between you and the other muns. it relaxes me and also not to mention you have some great threads going on- i always like to read in on them. also i feel like you're someone who's just full of surprises!!

would I ever consider shipping our muses:

mana's taken, sorry!! also i don't think any of my other muses are quite darlene's type? unless u wanna prove me wrong of course!

a plot I’d like to see between our muses:

hmmmmm well i do remember u posting about how you wanted a diner connection- i can't guarantee the epheremal part, BUT ray works the late night shift at a diner so if you wanna try something there...? he also worked in France for a long while too.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses:

uhhhh well i would also love for darlene to meet calum....but shhhh more on that later!! if you have any au ideas, pls do hit me up :D

#bethelbound #( ferre answered. ) #that would truly be wonderful ( answered. ) #yeee thanks for sending in mar~ #and i hope you're doing well <3