I Did It, Y'all. I LIKED MY OWN PHOTO HAHAHHhahahhaHahahah

@rattopotato thanks for tagging me! Here's none other than me, myself and I~

Tagging anyone who'd like to join :3

Tagged by: @litleo813done-with-life 🖤

Link: Picrew

Super cute character creator!

I tag: @transhawks @helga-grinduil @looniecartooni @anxiouspuddle and anyone else who wants to do it!

So uh.. I tried to draw my fictional cottagecore gf and her catto UwU

He once complimented me,

On how the golden circlet matched my long locks of auburn

And now, in my slumber, I listened to his spirit's last wish,

To let our bones lay in the same golden urn.

You've seen Aloisia and Tori's handwriting, so here's the ✨19th century gang✨

Hi

So, uh, I'm not gonna post about Cosette, Louisette, or Aurelie for now because idk what to write. Sorry.

Happy belated birthday, Nico!

A Museum Date, Part 2 (click here for Part 1)

We were walking around in the exhibit. I found something related to my sixth great-grandmothers. But what truly catched my attention was an illustration with a touchscreen and some headphones below it.

"Tori?" I searched for her, but she's already in front of said screen. She looks fond of the illustration.

"Oh. Sorry for not noticing you, darling. I was.. distracted," she said, smiling guiltily. I examined the illustration. There were two men in typical 19th century clothing pulling each other to an embrace, although I couldn't determine which decade. Definitely made pretty recently, as the art style is very anime-ish, and I doubt 19th century artists ever knew about such things.

On the screen, there was only a play button. Tori and I wore the headphones and she pressed play. Classical music begins to play. I glanced at Tori. She looked like she was reminiscing about something.

"Aloisia, have I ever told you about the story behind this piece?"

"No, what is it?"

She sighed. "Well, the composer of this piece is my favourite composer. The meaning of his first name is connected to victory, just like me. And his lover, whom he dedicated this piece to.. well, his first and middle name is a variant of Louis and William, and your first and middle name.." I saw tears form on her eyes. "Aloisia Wilhelmina, is also another variant of those names too.."

"So you were thinking about us?"

"Yes."

I looked at her in the eye, and she understood what I wanted to say.

"You're allowed to."

We moved closer to each other and had our first kiss.

After visiting other exhibits, we returned to our own homes in the evening. I carefully put my shoes under the bed, but my hand hit something unfamiliar.

Anxiously, I tried to feel it. It feels like a knob. I decided to pull the knob upwards. It opened a small, discreet storage. There seems to be some papers inside. I randomly took one out, and it was a charcoal sketch of a man.

Under the man's sketch, there is his handwriting: Alois Vilhelm, self portrait, 1819, and on the other side of the paper, there is another handwriting that looked different to his: My Beloved, My Dearest Alois.

I guess I already knew who's this Alois my family members are named after. Just needed some little research about his connection with the family.

And definitely not now, because I'm already tired.

13th of June, 1920.

Cosette tried to recall everything that has happened for some few months ago.

It's been about five months since she divorced him, and four months since she finally met Louisette after years of being not able to.

Louisette was so kind to her and they called and wrote to each other when they were both too busy to visit each other.

She also agreed to accompany her to concerts and parties and events, and when the people there said they'll be a good couple, both of them will blush, and Cosette will giggle shyly.

But why did I giggled? Cosette thought. Do I have feelings for her? I do not, I definitely do not.

"Mama, why aren't you eating your dinner?" Aurelie's voice returned Cosette back to reality. "Nothing. Just some thoughts," she replied.

It must've been the wine she drank in the evening, Cosette thought. After she brushed her teeth and tucked Aurelie in to her bed, Cosette lied on her bed.

She thought sleeping will stop those thoughts, but no. All she can think of is Louisette, how they met at that dinner party, how kind she was to her, how pretty she is...

How much she adores Louisette.

Cosette had gave up, accepting the fact that she, indeed, has romantic feelings for her friend. But she's afraid, what if Louisette started to avoid her if she knows?

I'll try to keep this a secret, Cosette swore to herself, before she fell asleep at last.

I just bought some brush markers so here's some of my lettering :D

(yup, it's another quote from nicc)

As you all might've noticed, I changed the title to "Aloisia Chasterell and whoever the hell is this Louis or Alois or whatever their name is?!".