#self indulgent drawing using the best pastel colors

[nizaen]

happy new year everyone!

have a cute skeleton

#art #oc #skeleton #self indulgent drawing using the best pastel colors #but used in a drawing of a monster #👌

[temporalreverie]

ponysona ref sheet :3

[text transcript: Carrie Go-Round, or Carrie for short It/She, Trans Mare, Lesbian Can prance through air with its saddle on. Gives carousel sky-rides to help others. It likes going around again, solving puzzles, helping with problems, music, good fortune, and going around again. Beholden to the whims of its fate & cycles, it tries its best to be carefree but secretly feels aimless at times.]

Extended character bio & art process thoughts below the cut v

Carrie Go-Round is a unicorn with carousel themed magic. Carousel magic works in mysterious ways. It can direct the magic somewhat and hone certain patterns through repetition, but it’s ultimately at the whims of the fate chosen for it. Usually everything works out just fine though.

While actively using its carousel magic and wearing its saddle, it can prance on top of air. It takes others on rides through the sky using this, giving them time and space to think through a problem they’ve been having. These rides can involve a conversation, a magical spectacle of lights and music, or simply peace and quiet, whatever will help the other pony best. Flying, putting on light shows, and making music are all come naturally when the magic is in service of another.

Carrie has adapted an outwardly carefree and playful nature. It’s partially its true self, and partially a defense mechanism in response to the lack of control that the carousel makes it feel. When you’re stuck going around in one big circle, it’s easy to feel aimless and confused. Helping someone else with a problem of theirs always makes it feel better though. It's also fond of rhymes, puzzles, and riddles.

It’s somewhat taller than average. Not very strong, but when its magic is active any passengers feel light as a feather. Both the color and shape of its hair is all natural.

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Art process thoughts:

An idea for a ponysona design popped into my head the other day and I'm really happy with how it turned out! Multiple times I've played with designing a ponysona by taking more grounded and literal elements of myself but none of those struck me as exciting or fun. Being freely indulgent and overdesigning a pastel magic horse is way better.

In terms of the drawing itself, this is probably the closest you'll ever see me mimic the G4 artstyle! I referenced a couple screenshots of pinkie to get an idea for scale, and then I cut apart my rough sketch into chunks so I could stretch out the neck & back because I like when the bodies are longer than proportions on the show. This also doubles as making its tallness present in the art but really I would've done that regardless.

The carousel concept is a fun way to tie in the colorful aesthetics with themes of cycles and fate. Girls love to be stuck in a loop of mayyyybe their own choosing. And it also means I get to bring back the saddle & bridle fashion concept Lauren Faust considered for the show's pitch bible. It's definitely kind of weird but in a fun way.

Carrie Go-Round like Merry-go-round but also like Carrie short for Carousel but also like Carry because she physically carries other ponies & helps lift them emotionally. Do you get it.

This is my first time adding ALT text to my images; I did my best to be thorough but not too verbose.

Miscellaneous design thoughts: I love pink and green together! IRL horse coat patterns are so so cute I wish more MLP characters had them. Plus the bubbly shapes on the hooves match her cloud prancing. Duality is everything to me: two different shapes and colors of hair, two symbols on its cutie mark, two little eyelashes. Although I tried less to make it look like me, its hair still has the same general shape (however mine will only rarely form curls like that all on its own). Also the cutie mark arrows being green is a slightly inspired by a real dream I had about getting my cutie mark:

I've been meaning to make a ponysona for a long time now. All in all this was very fun to do and now I'm excited to draw more of my own OCs and their interactions.

#ponysona #mlp oc #carrie go-round #my art #art #unicorn #mlp fanart #carousel #my ocs

[megamobilestylesposts]

8 Spring Self-Care Ideas for Mind and Body

Welcome to the vibrant world of spring, where beauty and wellness intertwine in a symphony of renewal.

As the flowers bloom and the air carries the sweet scent of new beginnings, it's the perfect time to embark on a journey of self-care tailored for the blossoming season. Join us as we explore delightful and rejuvenating spring self-care ideas that will leave you feeling refreshed, revitalized, and ready to embrace the beauty within.

8 Spring Self-Care Ideas

Spring signifies more than just a change in weather—it's a season of renewal and transformation. Just as nature sheds its winter layers and blooms anew, so too can we embrace the opportunity for personal rejuvenation. Spring self-care is not merely a beauty regimen; it's a holistic approach to nurturing your body, mind, and spirit. Let's delve into a bouquet of spring self-care ideas designed to enhance your well-being and help you blossom into the best version of yourself.

Skincare Rituals

Embrace the season's radiant energy with skincare rituals tailored to the changing needs of your skin.

Transition with Gentle Cleansing: Start the season with a gentle cleanser to usher in the shift from winter dryness.

Hydration Boost with Floral Mists: Keep your skin refreshed with floral mists for instant moisture and a touch of aromatherapy.

DIY Floral Face Masks: Pamper yourself with DIY face masks using spring blooms for a glowing complexion.

Outdoor Oasis

Step into the blossoming outdoors and let nature become your sanctuary for well-being.

Picnic in the Park: Pack a delightful picnic, indulge in nourishing treats, and enjoy the sunshine.

Nature Walks and Hikes: Explore trails or parks, breathe in the fresh air, and feel the energy of the season.

Gardening Therapy: Tend to a garden, whether small or spacious, for a therapeutic and rewarding self-care activity.

Healthy Eating

Elevate your well-being by nourishing your body with a spring-inspired, nutrient-rich diet.

Savor Spring Superfoods: Include asparagus, strawberries, and leafy greens for delicious and nutritious meals.

Spring-Inspired Recipes: Get creative with recipes that mirror the season's bountiful offerings.

Hydrate with Infused Water: Infuse your water with cucumber, lemon, and mint for a hydrating and detoxifying beverage.

Mindful Moments

Find moments of tranquility with mindful practices that support mental and emotional well-being.

Beginner-Friendly Meditation: Cultivate inner calm with simple guided meditation sessions focusing on your breath.

Relaxation Rituals: Create a serene atmosphere with rituals like aromatherapy, bubble baths, or a cup of chamomile tea.

Nature Connection: Spend mindful moments in nature, allowing its sights and sounds to soothe your soul.

Bloom in Style

Refresh your style and boost your confidence with a wardrobe that mirrors the season's blossoming beauty.

Colorful Wardrobe Choices: Embrace vibrant hues like pastels and florals to lift your spirits.

Seasonal Style Tips: Update your style with lighter layers, flowy dresses, and stylish yet comfortable footwear.

Accessorize with Nature-Inspired Pieces: Add a touch of nature with accessories like floral-patterned scarves or botanical-inspired jewelry.

Creative Escapes

Nourish your creativity and soothe your soul by indulging in creative escapes that bring joy and a sense of accomplishment.

Artistic Pursuits: Engage in activities like painting, drawing, or crafting to let your imagination flow.

Learn a New Instrument: Pick up a musical instrument for the therapeutic effects of music.

Express Yourself: Use creative outlets as a form of self-expression, creating reflections of your inner world.

Digital Detox

Reclaim your time and foster genuine connections by taking intentional breaks from digital devices.

Scheduled Tech Breaks: Designate specific times for tech breaks, allowing yourself the freedom to unplug.

Connect with Loved Ones: Use tech-free time to connect with loved ones through calls, letters, or face-to-face conversations.

Mindful Social Media Use: When online, curate a positive space and set time limits for mindful engagement.

Blossom Your Space

Rejuvenate your living environment with a spring cleaning and organizing session for a harmonious living space.

Room-by-Room Decluttering: Tackle decluttering one room at a time, donating what you no longer need.

Organizational Solutions: Invest in solutions like storage bins or stylish organizers to maintain order.

Revitalize with Fresh Scents: Introduce fresh scents with candles, diffusers, or freshly cut flowers for an inviting atmosphere.

How to Support Your Spring Self-Care Journey

As you embrace these spring self-care ideas, remember that self-care is an ongoing journey, and MOBILESTYLES is here to support you on your beauty and wellness path. Connect with expert beauty professionals to enhance your glow and rejuvenate your spirit. Happy blooming!

[industryinsights01]

Style up at Oberoi Mall’s best fashion store in Mumbai

Oberoi, a mall in Mumbai, is a wise choice if you’re a shopaholic who enjoys mall hopping and losing several hours either just by looking at gorgeous stuff in each fashion store in Mumbai or by indulging in some retail therapy. We’ve compiled a list of must-visit mall retailers in case your inner shopaholic needs some pampering. Read on.

Go Colors

Get your legging game on by investing in a handful from Go Colors’ vibrant collection. The cloth is durable and incredibly soft. Most importantly, it won’t shred while being stretched. In the event that you don’t particularly enjoy wearing jeans or leggings, they also provide jeggings.

Global Desi

Nothing about this is to be hated. Everything contributes to a bold appearance. It offers you international fashions with Indian threadwork and weaving. While we adore that their assortment mostly contrasts the western and Indian cultures, we also appreciate their gorgeous desi kurtis with churidaar pairs and the diverse selection of boho jewellery that they consistently add to across all of their outlets.

Forever New

The dresses of Forever New radiate whimsical vibes with designs that include frills and ruffles. Everyone may find something they like in the brand, from vibrant pops to cosy pastels. Everything in the boutique exudes a sense of royalty, and we have our eyes on a pastel pink midi-dress that only requires earrings and a pearl necklace to finish the outfit.

Van Heusen

After a brief visit, we discovered that Van Heusen’s selection is actually pretty extensive — in addition to shirts, suits, and blazers, they also have t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and gym clothing! If full-on sportswear isn’t your style, they also have high-quality gym wear (joggers and tracks).

W

W sells clothing for modern Indian women. And you must rob their store at Oberoi Mall because they have great sales at malls in Goregaon. Their line draws inspiration from the newest western fashion trends and uses them to create designs and patterns that a contemporary, self-reliant Indian woman would like to buy. You won’t be sorry if you get some Indo-Western kurtas from this brand.

Vero Moda

We like their most recent collection of slit skirts in various prints, but what we particularly like are their tops and trousers, which make excellent business outfits. Their style is uncomplicated and tidy.

Also, don’t forget to stop by the biggest Levi’s store in Mumbai for the most opulent denim shopping experience ever. The Levi’s store at the Oberoi Mall offers customised fittings and changes to customers. Therefore, the right fit is now assured every time!

Oberoi Mall is one of the top 10 malls in Mumbai where you can shop for the best fashion from brands of your choice. So, if you are looking for a fashion-forward shopping experience, drop by Oberoi Mall today.

#mall in Mumbai #fashion store in Mumbai #malls in Goregaon #Levi's store in Mumbai #top 10 malls in Mumbai

[demomonic-murmurs]

Hii!! Can i make a request? I really loved your shimizu & yachi threesome!! Can i ask for a tribbing/scissoring follow up for it?

Another Lesson [Kiyoko × Reader × Yachi]

Yes hello anon I love you please always ask me for more wlw content.

This is a continuation of this story I wrote for my Kinktober prompt list.

Pairing: Kiyoko × Reader, Yachi × Reader, Kiyoko × Yachi

Summary: Kiyoko and you teach Yachi a few more things about the beauty of gals being pals. She is an eager learner.

Tags: Threesome, F/F/F, Kiyoko and Reader are in a steady relationship and Yachi joins in, Heavy Make-Out Sessions, Fingering, Tribbing, Scissoring, Sex Toys, Spit, Squirting

Yachi was adorable really. When [Name] and Kiyoko had invited her for an arts and crafts night, she had been ecstatic. They almost felt bad for using it as an excuse to indulge her again.

Sex with Yachi had been pleasurable for the three of them and [Name] felt oddly excited whenever she thought about the petite blonde joining them again. There was something about the way she could show Kiyoko's flushed face off, eyes red from crying and sobbing, mouth agape, drove running down looking absolutely fucked. Their first time with Yachi had been fairly vanilla, easing her into the idea that yes, two women could be together as well, a concept Yachi had been aware of and fantasized alone in her dark dorm room, desperately humping against the pillow for friction.

But [Name] wanted more. She wanted to show Yachi more. As much as she wanted to know. As much as she wanted to indulge them. As much as they wanted to induldge her.

The evening started off in a decent manner. [Name] knew about Yachi's love for scrapbooks and suggested it as an activity they could partake in over at her and Kiyoko's shared apartment. Such an innocent activity really. Yachi was nervous regardless, as if she was already anticipating something, hoping for something. She had been over at their place before. Kiyoko had been one of her best friends since high school and [Name] was someone she felt at ease with. The source for her anxiety was more so the fact that the last time she had been over they had done... it.

"Relax", Kiyoko murmured and rested a hand on Yachi's shoulder in a comforting manner before sliding down on the floor next to her, putting the plate of tea down on the table cluttered with various colorful pieces of paper, scissors and glue.

Yachi shuddered at the contact and thanked her upperclassman. [Name] returned as well, carrying a stack of pretty looking pieces of leftover fabric. The blonde knee that the taller girl liked to sew in her free time but was delighted all the same that she wanted to share something important to her with Yachi as well.

Yachi's instructions were easy to follow. It was easy for [Name] to understand why Yachi had been in a university preparation class. She carefully constructed ideas that seemed plausible to the two lovers. The way the usually meek and shy girl spoke with so much vigor in her voice was beyond endearing to see for the two of them.

Eventually, they began to finish their projects up and Kiyoko excused herself to the bathroom. [Name] understood her girlfriends signal and rested a hand on Yachi's thigh. She tensed up and flushed, hands gripping on the sheet of paper she was trying to put away. The blonde let out a squeak when [Name] began to draw circles, fingers dragging across her clothed thigh. Yachi could feel a weak spike of arousal shooting through her.

"I didn't mean to startle you Hitoka", [Name] murmured, her movements halting, "If you don't want to-"

"Please", Yachi yelled, shutting her eyes.

[Name] raised an eyebrow. "Please what?"

"...no please continue... I... want to..."

[Name] smiled. "Can I kiss you Hitoka?"

Yachi nodded feverishly. [Name] cupped the petite woman's cheek and leaned in to press a kiss against her lips, first softly before gripping at her thigh again, making Yachi gasp and granting [Name] access to her mouth. With her tongue moving against her own, Yachi could only squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to get some relief against the wetness forming between her legs. She leaned back, only to hit something soft.

"Oh. You have started without me."

Kiyoko's calm voice brought Yachi back to reality. She broke the kiss and turned her face to meet her upperclassman's gaze and Yachi could feel her words die on her still tingling tongue.

Kiyoko's colour was purple. A dark shade of purple. Alluring and mysterious. The thight lace hugging her skin looked divine, intended. The stark contrast of purple against her pale skin accompanied by her luscious black hair and storm grey eyes made her look even more like a goddess than she usually did.

"She is gorgeous isn't she?", [Name] whispered, hand resting on Yachi's shoulder just like it had earlier today. "I designed it myself. But if you ask me I would've gone for a see through fabric around her breasts. And something more thong like for her panties."

Kiyoko flushed before whacking her girlfriend on the head.

"You are definitely a reflection of Aphrodite my love. Absolutely and utterly horny", she uttered, rolling her eyes.

Somehow, they always managed to calm her nerves. Even now, with Yachi's arousal making her panties stick uncomfortably against her pussy and Kiyoko sitting behind her in the most gorgeous pair of lingerie she had ever seen, she felt calm.

"I could make you a set as well", [Name] stated casually, "I'd just have to take your size."

[Name]'s hand wandered alongside her waist before coming to a halt at her chest, gently cupping her breasts. Yachi let out a squeak and tried to spin around again, back to facing [Name] but was stopped in her endeavor by Kiyoko's plush lips.

Kissing Kiyoko was different from kissing [Name]. [Name] was wild. Her kisses left you breathless, yearning for more. Kiyoko's were slow and sensual, soft and gentle in their nature. Yachi felt as if she had ascended. Being trapped between the two hottest women she had ever layed her eyes upon fulfilled every fantasy she had developed after accidentally stumbling upon a yuri manga one of her teammates had left in high school. (She was still sure it was either Tanaka or Nishinoya, which made her wonder what they'd say seeing Kiyoko, seeing her like this.)

"I think you'd great in stockings. Something flowey and soft. A soft pastel pink would definitely be your colour", [Name] continued, thumbs brushing against Yachi's nipples. She moaned, muffled by Kiyoko's skilled tongue dragging across hers.

"I think so too", Kiyoko murmured against her neck after breaking the kiss, leaving Yachi gasping for breath, "maybe strawberries could fit her as a theme. Maybe a strapless bra with a heart cut out right here."

Kiyoko rested her hand right between Yachi's breasts, which were still pleasured by [Name]'s hands.

"I really don't- ah- know if that would look so- so good on me", Yachi whimpered self-consciously, tears forming in her eyes, a mix of pleasure and hesitation swirling in her hazed brown orbs.

"It would", Kiyoko said simply, grasping Yachi's shirt and pulling it above her head.

"I absolutely would", [Name] agreed and lifted her up slightly so her girlfriend could pull off Yachi's pants.

There was a dark wet spot on Yachi's white panties that she felt embarassed for possessing. Still dazed, Yachi barely even noticed [Name] opening her baby blue bra and letting it slide down her shoulders, leaving her breasts bare to the cool air of the apartment.

"Your boobs are so cute Hitoka", [Name] squealed excitedly, "I can't get enough of them. So adorable and perky. Plus you have pretty nipples."

Yachi yelped out in surprise and felt the heat rise back into her face. [Name] was forward and it left Yachi more than breathless.

"Don't mind her. She just has a preference for... breasts", Kiyoko sighed.

[Name] laughed and nodded before turning to Yachi. "She says that as if she doesn't like the attention. She does. I made her squirt once after I sucked on her nipple. Ms. prim and proper is more into it than she allows herself to be."

Yachi let out a short, breathless snort that she would have normally felt embarrassed about but they put her at ease. Any feeling of isolation or anxiety vanished as soon as she heard [Name]'s teasing voice or felt Kiyoko's comforting touch.

"So now that the lust has temporarily passed should we change the setting back into the bedroom? I dunno if uh- the prospect of getting cum over our cute scrapbooks is a thing to look forward to", [Name] stated, her hands still resting casually on Yachi's breasts.

It was cold without them shielding her boobs from the cool temperatur, Yachi thought as they shuffled from the living room into Kiyoko and [Name]'s bedroom that felt all too familiar in that setting. It was messier than last time, which meant that they had probably been a bit anxious having her over as well. The thought comforted her.

"Come here Hitoka", [Name] said, pulling her out of her thoughts. After undressing, she had seated herself on the bed, Kiyoko behind her, her head resting on her girlfriends shoulder and [Name] was patting on the space on her lap.

Yachi gulped, her hands wandering to her underwear, before remembering how wild [Name] had gotten the last time when Kiyoko was still wearing her panties and decided against it. Trying it out couldn't hurt. She knew it was fine if she told them to stop at any moment.

"Good. One leg on each side of my thigh. Lower yourself into a comfortable position okay?"

Yachi nodded, though could barely contain a whimper as she felt her clit brush against [Name]'s leg. Her hands had found their way around her neck where Kiyoko had intertwined their fingers in a comforting act while [Name]'s had wrapped around Yachi's waist. From her position she could only look into Kiyoko's eyes, lust buried under a thick layer of reassurance for the sake of her comfort and feeling of security.

"Rub yourself against me Yachi. Your tempo okay?", [Name] said, her fingers running comforting circles on Yachi's thin waist.

Yachi nodded and bit her lip as she pushed herself against the older woman's leg. She let out a moan, her legs shaking, unable to stop her from falling forward, her head resting against [Name]'s shoulder.

"Is too much", Yachi whimpered, "Wanna move but its too difficult."

Her pitiful gaze locked with Kiyoko's who held her hands a little tighter, offering her words of encouragement.

"That's fine baby", [Name] said, her voice vibrant next to her ear, "Do you want me to move you?"

Yachi nodded furiously and the grip on her waist loosened as [Name]'s hand wandered lower.

"If it's too much, tell us", Kiyoko said as she scooted to them so she was now sitting flush against her lover's back, her face just a few centimeters away from Yachi's.

[Name] rested her foot at one of the wooden planks of their bed so Yachi was now sitting a little elevated and let her lower body slide down her leg.

Yachi let out a loud moan, the fabric of her panties rubbing deliciously against her clit. The noises were eagerly swallowed by Kiyoko who had let go of one of Yachi's hands to cradle her face instead as she moved her tongue against the blonde's.

Her mind was hazy as [Name] moved her up her leg again, this time pushing her down more firmly. Her pussy was aching, enjoying the friction but not satisfied, throbbing for something, anything inside, filling her up.

"Fuck you're so wet Yachi", [Name] groaned as she flexed her thigh sending a jolt through Yachi's core. Her pace grew rougher, increasing in speed. Yachi broke the kiss with Kiyoko and moaned, resting her forehead on [Name]'s shoulder. Kiyoko didn't rest however, sneaking her arms under her girlfriends to gain access to Yachi's nipples, pinching and groping them eagerly.

Yachi let out a shrill squeak when she felt herself growing close to her release, the familiar heat building up in the pit of her stomach. [Name] wrapped one arm around her waist, making her arch her back and her chest closer to Kiyoko's greedy hands, and let her now free hand wander down to Yachi's clit. Each grind allowed [Name]'s fingers to brush over Yachi's clit and ever so slightly push in the velvety warmth of her walls.

Trying to chase that feeling of satisfaction, Yachi steadied herself on her shaky knees and lifted herself up before beginning to shakily fuck herself on [Name]'s fingers, pressing her chest against [Name]'s, trapping Kiyoko's hands accidentally between them.

[Name]'s pushing and pulling stilled as she felt in amazement the way Yachi was rolling her hips against her, trying to rub her clit against [Name]'s wrist. Her thin cotton white panties were ruined by this point as Yachi desperately tried to push more of [Name]'s fingers inside of ger only to be obstructed by the devilish material in their path.

[Name] cooed and obliged Yachi's wish and pulled her panties to the side so her fingers could reach her properly.

Yachi screamed when [Name]'s fingers sheated themselves fully inside of her, the stretch of her two digits being too much for the petite blonde. Regardless, Yachi's grip on [Name]'s shoulders tightened as she continued her brutal pace, Kiyoko's fingers pinching and rubbing her and [Name]'s nipples together nearly enough to send her over the edge.

"Kiyoko", Yachi sobbed, tears welling in her eyes. The dark haired beauty stopped trailing kissing on her girlfriends naked shoulder and locked eyes with the wrecked blonde, who dove in to kiss her desperately. The kiss was clumsy and startled Kiyoko but she returned Yachi's eagerness.

[Name]'s fingers brushing against Yachi's sweet spot was enough to drive her over the edge. Yachi let out a loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, her cum splattering against [Name]'s hand and thigh.

Her chest was heaving rapidly as [Name] lowered her on the bed and Kiyoko cleaned the wetness on [Name] and Yachi with a towel. As her hand softly brushed against Yachi's abused cunt by accident while cleaning her thigh it twitched weakly and Yachi let out a small whimper.

"You're a horrible influence on her my dearest. Look at her already craving more again... she must have used you as an example."

"I think you're the worse influence."

"Says the woman who got off on watching her friend cum. You're close aren't you? I can't blame you, I'm feeling quite turned on myself. Do you want to-?"

"Yes."

"You're so cute when you're eager."

The conversation barely made sense in Yachi's hazy mind. Only slowly was she regaining her ability to think. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, the ache between her legs not having quite left her body just yet.

Kiyoko's loud moan distracted her from continuing the thought, if you could really call it that, and she haphazardly pulled herself and to choke at the sight before her.

Kiyoko's legs were spread and she was laying halfway on her stomach, her bra and panties discarded to the side, her heavy breasts gravitating towards the soft mattress underneath them. [Name] was kneeling between her legs, trapping one of her legs while resting the other one on your shoulder.

[Name] was rutting against her and Yachi could see something pink entering and leaving their pussies. She was mesmerized by the fast and brutal pace [Name] was setting, much more feral than she was with her. Her gaze fell on Kiyoko and she felt a jolt of arousal shooting through her core.

Her face was erotic, something straight out of a hentai or porno, or at least what Yachi thought it would look like. Her hair was dishevled, her tongue was sticking out drool dripping on the soft matress underneath them, her eyes were rolling back in her head, her breast pouncing against the sheets nipples gracing them ever so slightly and her moans were titillating.

"She is so hot like that isn't she?", [Name] grunted out and doubled her efforts after Kiyoko let out a particularly loud moan after the dildo had brushed against her sweet spot.

"What... what is that?", Yachi asked, breaking her gaze with [Name], her eyes flickering to the pink monstrosity. [Name] smirked.

"Its a double headed dildo", [Name] explained,"We enjoy them a lot because we can do this."

[Name] pushed her hips down, forcing more of the dildo to be swallowed by Kiyoko's puffy pussy. She angled her hips and let their clits brush against each other, inducing a loud moan between the both them.

"Kiss her Yachi. Show us what you've learned", [Name] breathed out, rocking her hip against Kiyoko's, enjoying the friction this position was giving them for their clits.

Yachi nodded and crawled forward. She was wet again, the juices running down her thighs.

"Kiyoko", Yachi murmured, hands cradling her upperclassman's soft cheeks. Her eyes were hazy, almost unable to focus on Yachi, an almost dumb smile gracing her lips.

"Open your mouth", Yachi commanded, shocking herself with the authority in her voice. The black haired beauty did as she asked, opening her mouth eagerly for whatever the blonde woman had in store for her.

Yachi steeled her nerves and pressed her lips to Kiyoko's, her tongue twisting around hers just like [Name] had kissed her earlier. Kiyoko did not attempt to fight back whatsoever, enjoying Yachi's assault on her mouth. Yachi bit down on Kiyoko's lip until she could taste the blood on her tongue.

"Just like that Yachi", [Name] praised, the fingers of her free hand finding her aroused cunt and pushing two fingers inside of her.

Yachi broke the kiss and let out a moan, surprised by the sudden intrusion, the grip on Kiyoko's face tightening as their share spit ran down Yachi's lips, dripping into Kiyoko's mouth who eagerly swallowed it.

"Cumming", [Name] grunted, followed by a incohesive moan from Kiyoko and a yelp by Yachi as she buried her fingers deeper into her pussy.

"Holy shit Yachi", [Name] panted out, Yachi's head snapping back, "She is squirting."

Holy shit indeed, Yachi thought as she watched Kiyoko's juices squirt out of her, drenching not only herself but [Name]'s stomach as well. Then she went slack, panting heavily, trying to regain her breath.

[Name] pulled the toy out of her pussy but left in Kiyoko's side of it.

"She doesn't like to be empty immediatly after", [Name] explained, grabbing a paper towel from her night stand to wipe away Kiyoko's cum from her stomach.

"What exactly was that?", Yachi asked, her eyes still glued at Kiyoko's cunt which was red from all the abuse it had experienced today, now matching her swollen lips.

"Squirting", [Name] said, "One of the hottest things a woman is capable of doing. Kiyoko's a squirter. She's just too sensitive after all."

Yachi wasn't exactly sure what that meant but just settled on googling it later. She didn't want to ruin the mood.

"You didn't get to finish yet did you?"

"Ah, no it's fine-"

"Do you want to try it too? We have a smaller one we could practice with first and then", [Name] mused, glancing at her close to being passed out girlfriend, "you could take my position and I will guide you along. Poor Kiyoko didn't have her fill yet but she needs a moment."

Yachi shuddered, remembering the last time. They had been awake almost the entire night trying to satsify Kiyoko.

"I'd love to try out", Yachi said, trying to hide her excitement as her pussy twitched, awaiting the attention.

Girls love was the best in the end.

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[too-much-sunshine]

Fangs for the Hospitality

Chapter 5

Summary: After Roman leaves his family reunion mad at Remus, his car breaks down. The huge snow storm forces him into the forest hes always been told to stay away from. Who will he meet? And why are they being so nice? Most importantly, why are his teeth so sharp?

A/N: My self-indulgent magic/vampire fic! Let me know if I need to tag something or you wanna be tagged!

Relationship: Familial DAM, Eventual Roceit, Eventual Intrulogical

Warnings (per chapter): Some Panicky thoughts from Roman, mention of late parents, reference to homophobia/transphobia (Romans family just sucks),

Catch up!:  Master list, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Word Count: 3241

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Roman opened his eyes to light shining in his face. It wasn't extremely unpleasant since it was warm, but his eyes burning was something he didn't want to continue. He rolled to the side of the bed and faced a...fireplace? Oh yeah...He was in a random person's house...after almost freezing to death..in the middle of a scary forest…

‘If I wasn't terrified, I’d make the joke that Remus would be so jealous.’ Roman thought as he slowly sat up in the bed. It seems the person he'd met last night was right about sleeping to gain strength back. He could actually use his arms now.

Sitting up he realized the room looked very different in the light of the day then in the dark of night. It was very nicely put together. The walls were a nice pale yellow with the beams in the ceiling exposed to show the nice dark lacquer. The furniture of the room matched the dark coloring of the exposed wood with some red and gold accents as well. The room looked regal, and expensive, dramatic even. Roman felt a bit out of place.

Roman closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He still felt a bit out of his wits, but he was starting to calm down a bit in the quiet of the morning.

“Hello!!” A loud voice said from his right.

This caused Roman to startle so bad he was within inches of falling off the bed. Most of the  sense of calmness he worked up immediately was lost in a matter of seconds. Roman brought his hand up to his rapidly beating heart as he took gulping breaths in.

“Oh no! Don’t worry! I’m not here to hurt you! I just wanted to say hi and actually meet you! You kinda died last time we met and I just wanted to make sure you are okay! Daddy says you just got really really cold and when I’m really cold I like warm hugs but I’ve been told that I’m supposed to ask people if they want a hug first but I couldn't ask you because you fell asleep.” The child took a deep breath since they had not since they started speaking.

Roman took a long moment to catch up to what the child had said. They just spoke so fast with such expressiveness Roman couldn't keep up. Let alone he was sure this room was empty not a minute before the child had spoken.

The child stood in the corner of the room with an amazingly bright smile. They rocked back a forth on their heels making their curly brown hair bounce around with them. The child was wearing light blue overall with a pastel yellow shirt that had white flowers embroidered on it. They looked to be around 8 years old and if Roman remembered correctly this was the kid that opened the door last night. Did he ever get their name? He couldn't remember.

Roman realized that the child was waiting for an answer to their question. Their question to….Oh! Hug Roman. They wanted a hug. From Roman? And he doesn't even remember the kids name. But the longer Roman took to answer the more the kid was looking dejected. Panicking, Roman answered them.

“Umm. I...Suppose?” Roman slowly opened his arms.

The child's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and climbed up the bed. The speed at which this child climbed up to him surprised Roman a little. They crawled into Romans arms and burrowed their face into Romans chest. Roman sat frozen for a long minute, then slowly lowered his arms around the small child.

For someone so small, they were quite warm. Roman couldn't remember the last time he had had a real hug. Distantly he thought about how it was kind of sad that the first hug he could remember was from a child that he didn't even know the name of. But he pushed that thought aside and squeezed the small child a little tighter.

He was very surprised at how trusting this child was. He was basically a stranger to this kid and yet they were so...comfortable around him. He had never met someone so trusting, even for a child.

“You know there's a spell on your door, right?” The child spoke suddenly, interrupting Romans thoughts and still huddled close.

“Oh there is, is there? How so?” Roman smirked. He missed the whimsical way children would speak. This one must have a big imagination. Much like Roman did when he was their age.

“You can’t see it? Look!” The child turned and shuffled so he was still close to Roman, but was now seated at his side under his arm.

They then pointed at the door and looked up at Roman with big, excited eyes.

“Look at the door! There's a yellow outline around it! That means daddy put a spell on it!” The child smiled brightly, then suddenly it turned into a childish pout. “I don’t know what it is though. I haven't been able to find out cause I’m not good at magic.” They huffed as they crossed their arms.

“Aww hey bud don’t say that! I’m sure you’ll get better. You just need some practice is all! Do you have a wand or something? Maybe I can help you!” Roman replied, smiling at the kid. Their eyes started to shine with unbridled excitement.

“You know magic!?” They asked, jumping off the bed.

“Of course I do! I’m a Prince after all! All princes know magic in some way! I just haven't practiced in a long time so forgive me if I’m a bit rusty.” Roman said with a smile as he also finally got out of bed. He got to his feet just fine, though he still felt a little weak. Though it was something he could easily brush off, the room was spinning a bit. But he had a child to entertain! And playing pretend was Romans favorite game. Roman took a deep breath and pushed past his slight weakness.

Roman walked to stand near the kid at the foot of the bed.

“Now! Where is this wand of yours?” He asked the excitable child.

“Oh, I don’t have one! Dad said that I draw my magic from the earth and stuff. So anything thats alive I can draw my power from!” They said with a big toothy grin, striking a power pose.

“Wow that's really cool! You must have been doing this magic stuff for a long time to know so much.” Roman praised. He would admit that was quite detailed for a child. But being this far out in the woods he's sure he could come up with some expensive magic lore as well.

“Well yea,” the child said, “Dad said I was born a witch!”

Roman continued to smile and nod even though he didn't quite understand. The person he talked to last night seemed quite nice. Definitely not the type to call their child a witch from birth. Though that's a pretty small insult so the child most likely didn't understand. He supposed he didn't actually know the person… Maybe he wasn't as kind as he had originally thought.

Roman thought it best to continue to play along with the child. They seemed to be having fun and Roman had to admit that he was also getting a bit into the game of make-believe. “Well that is really cool! I myself was born a Prince as you were born a witch. But not too long ago an evil woman tried to take away my title! So I ran away to live on my own and chose to keep my name as Prince Roman.” As Roman told his short tale the child listened with rapt attention.

“Woooww! That's amazing you must be so stroongg!! That lady must be so mean! I’m gonna beat her up for you!” They brought their fists up to show their...lack luster strength. But Roman appreciated the sentiment.

“That's okay kid. I don’t think I’m gonna see her again. I don’t want to go back there anymore anyway. Now! Let's do some magic! Show what you can do!”

“Okay!” They said. “But…” The child got really close to Roman and pulled him down by the sleeve to whisper in his ear. “Don’t tell my dad. He doesn’t like when I do magic in the house when he can’t watch.”

Roman smiled at the new seriousness that the child took on. Roman mimicked the same eer a well.

“You have a Prince's honor.” Roman said as he raised his right arm.

The kid gave him a once over. Seemingly finding what they were looking for, they took a step back and closed their eyes.They took several deep breaths and held their hands palm up in front of themself. While continuing to breath, they started to sway a bit.

Roman continued watching closely to see how long this kid was gonna commit to the whole ‘I can do magic’ thing. He was waiting for something small to happen, like a creek in the floorboards or a sudden draft, to blame on the kid. He would of course hype it up to say they moved a mountain or caused an incoming storm.

But before either of them even had a chance to speak up, heavy footsteps could be heard bounding toward the closed door. The door banged open hitting the wall, which caused Roman to jump. In the doorway to reveal a less than pleased looking Janus with a small child poised on their hip.

They paused at the door seeing that Roman was out of bed and standing next to the foot of the bed. His son was in the center of the room, doing his deep breathing exercise he had taught him to help manage his magic. Looks like he showed up just in time.

Roman stood frozen, starting at the person in the doorway. Were they the same person that he had met last night? They looked so much different in the light of the day. The slim, yet on the shorter side. They had dark black curly hair mostly covered by their circular black hat. They were wearing a yellow turtleneck sweater tucked into black high waisted pinstripe pants.

The small child they were holding was hiding their face in the sweater. They were wearing a small purple beanie that covered their black hair. The scared child was holding a stuffed toy of the cartoon animal Stitch so tight his tiny knuckles were white. They couldn't have been any older than 3 years old.

Janus finished assessing the scene in front of him and finally spoke up, addressing his child.

“Patton dear, what have I told you about magic without my knowledge?” Janus asked, slightly bouncing the toddler.

“To not do it in the house…” Patton said, hanging his head.

Janus sighed. “It's okay honey. Just want to make sure you're safe while...playing.” He said the last word slowly, while looking directly at Roman.

“But dad! He said he's a Prince! And that he knows magic as well! He was going to help me learn to control my magic more and then I was going to help him beat up some old lady who tried to make him not be a Prince!” They said looking back and forth between Roman and Janus. All previous shame gone in an instant.

“Is he now?” Janus inquired. “Well here I was treating you like a normal person.” Janus looked over Roman, who looked very uncomfortable, and bowed deeply. The child on his hip started to giggle, peeking their eyes out. “Now, your highness I promised you breakfast this morning but since you are already up you can join the rest of us at our table? I can guarantee it won’t be as grand as you are used too, but I’m sure we can work something out.” He grabbed the child that was on his hip under their arms and placed them by his feet. “Patton dear, can you take your little brother to the dining room and set up a bit? Breakfast will be done shortly and I wish to speak with the Prince.”

“Okay daddy! Let's go Virgey! I pour you some juice and then we can color!” Patton grabbed the little child's hand as skipped out of the room. If Roman would have looked any closer he might have seen the door glow a faint yellow for a second, before the color faded away.

Janus watched his kids leave the room with a small smile on his face. After they were completely out of earshot Janus turned fully to Roman.

“So. A Prince you say?” Janus asked.

Roman was extremely uncomfortable. He felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Yet there was really no reason to feel this way. He just… did when people talked to him. He always just assumes he's in trouble. He decided though that the truth is the best course of action here.

“Haha yeah no not really. Patton just seemed really into the whole magic thing so I thought I’d play along. They are very sweet…”

“They?” Janus asked, raising an eyebrow. It was off topic from where he wanted to go in his questioning, but his curiosity caused him to pose the question anyway.

Roman froze. Did he fuck up again? He shouldn't have let the slip when he didn't know how tolerant these people were. They were as close as you could be to living under a rock. They were so far in the forest.

Then again maybe they would be cool with it? It's not like Roman knew the gender of any of the people here so he just… Didn’t want to assume anything.

But that excuse did not work in his family. When he said that before he had gotten a long lecture from just about everyone in his family. It was like they all took turns, repeating the exact same ignorant shit. He remembers leaving that specific Christmas party and just crying alone in his apartment. That was not a good night.

Roman was so lost in thought he didn't even realize when Janus took a few steps closer to him. Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts Roman looked back up to Janus. He took a deep breath and hid his slightly shaking hands behind his back. He decided he might as well try and explain the truth again.

“I...I didn't want to assume any of your genders and none of you explicitly told me. I didn't want to be rude.” Roman said not directly looking at Janus.

Janus was largely taken aback. He was not expecting the stranger to be so...considerate. Janus looked the stranger up and down, searching for any sign he was lying to him. Finding nothing that could condemn him as such he decidedly spoke instead.

“Well that's very kind of you. I myself go by he/him. Both my sons do for now, but they are welcome to say otherwise whenever, or if ever, they wish. You?” Janus asked slowly.

“Umm… He/him as well…” Roman answered in a slightly shocked state. He never in a million years thought that Janus would be so chill about it all. It was such a stark reaction to everyone he had ever talked to about these things. Except the one person at the theater he had met, they were very chill since they were nonbinary. Roman had learned a lot from them.

But even if Janus was chill now, Roman still felt that everyone had a limit. So maybe he should just say he only used he/him and grin and bare it for now.

“Mhmm,” Janus hummed, “Okay, now that that's out of the way, I would like to know when my son came into the room? I happened to be taking Virgil to the kitchen when I heard Pat from outside the door. How long had he been here?”

Janus seemed slightly concerned, and Roman only had a few guesses why. Most of which included leaving a child with a random stranger that they had only met last night. But once he started to think about it, he knew when Patton scared him, but not how he came in. Surly Roman would have seen the door open; it faced the bed. Roman took a few steps back till he took a seat on the bed.

“To be honest I don’t quite remember when he got in here. I didn't see him come in, only when he scared the beegeebies out of me when he said hi. So maybe only about 20 minutes? I’m sorry. I understand why you wouldn't want me around your kids. I don't know you and you don’t know me. Sorry I randomly showed up at your door. Pat and I didn't do much, just played a bit of pretend before you showed up. Oh and he also wanted a hug when he first showed up. Sorry if you didn't want me too but he just looked like he would cry if I said no and I didnt want that so he crawled on the bed and we talked about magic for a bit.” Roman said, speeding toward the because he was running out of breath. He was also getting a bit anxious at the way Janus was just staring at him.

Janus was more interested in the fact that they talked about magic more than he was that Patton had hugged him. Pat was a very touchy child. His biological parents were very giving when it came to physical affection, so Patton was very used to it when he was taken in by Janus. Janus had to get used to Patton just running and hugging him. It had taken quite a while to teach him to ask first.

“Oh you talked about magic? What did Pat say?” Janus inquired.

Roman was a bit confused at the path the questions were taking. But not wanting to upset Janus anymore then he assumed he already had, Roman answered anyway.

“Umm.. Ye-yea. He told me the door had a spell on it and told me that he's bad at magic. And I’m never one to turn down a kid's wild imagination so I entertained him a bit. I told him that I would help him practice since I’m a magic Prince. You showed up right before he showed me any of his magic tricks though. I was just playing along with him, not trying to lie.”

Janus sighed and nodded his head. He looked around the room seemingly trying to find something to say.

“Okay. Well, I’d appreciate it if you weren't alone with my children. You are still a stranger to us and I’m not willing to trust you yet. You should probably feel the same about me. Now, let's take this talk to the dining room and we can decide where to go from here. Follow me.” As Janus finished he turned around, waved from Roman to follow, then walked out the door.

Not wanting to keep Janus waiting, he quickly followed him, still not noticing the faintly glowing door.

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Explanation of design approach and some personality info under the cut.

Essentially, the way I’ve been approaching this I wanted to make each world feel like a self-contained and cohesive team. Nivienne is actually from Lamia and so isn’t designed to mesh with the others, but I use her a lot and have a design strategy for her so she’s included. For team Famfrit as a whole, I wanted to make sure that each personality and design would feel distinct and that the main color for each character would stand out. Most are also pretty obvious lol--black mage is black, red made is red, white mage is white. Areas I went different are gold dragoon (or aurum dragoon if we’re being fancy), purple scholar, green bard, orange ninja, blue warrior.

CENRIC ASHER

My main and a hyur midlander black mage. With him I wanted to push against the concept that hyurs are inherently vanilla or “boring”. Imo there is nothing wrong with designs that look like they could occur in nature, but with him I wanted to do an edgy personal spin in the classic Final Fantasy black mage look where the character is a dark silhouette with glowing eyes, a high collar, and a broad hat. Sometimes he wears other things too but the overall concept ties to that particular look. In personality Cenric is a pretty angsty guy due to having been a con artist who got a lot of people killed with medical fraud. He lies a lot out of fear of the reaction he’d get if his background was known. Possibly a little nuts, thinks he is the son of Nald’Thal and bound to spread death and destruction wherever he goes--striking enemies and allies alike, regardless of his own wishes. Probably actually just has Duskwight heritage. Has pretty hardcore imposter syndrome about being Warrior of Light, but in partial response to having been destitute and outcast for a long time he tries to play into the persona of a powerful, luxurious, mysterious black mage brimming with forbidden knowledge. In reality he is intimidated by most children, can’t whistle, and is a bit of a smartass when he’s not panicking his way through conversations.

J’MOR TIA

My red mage alt, I wanted to do a few experiments with him! One was that Red Mages usually read very sophisticated and swashbuckle-y to me, and I wanted to play more into the rapier as an almost roguish weapon. Very physical. He’s somebody who you initially would not assume is a magic user but who is just as versed and capable on that front as the ivory tower casters haha. I also wanted to make him a combination of ethnically black (contrasting Cenric who is ethnically Arab but weird) and a male miqo’te because I have never seen that combination before. I wanted him to feel very charming and like he has kind of rugged good looks. Just a bit too scruffy for pretty boy. Personality he is probably the most shonen hero of my alts lol. He has stuff he struggles with (he and his sister both wanted to be adventurers but she opted out after taking things way too far in a fight and getting scared of her own power) but doesn’t get stuck in his head nearly as much as some other characters do.

CESAIRE DELAROUX

I futzed with this guy for a while—main inspiration comes from a particular kind of horse called the Akhal-teke.

Also because I have seen some really cool and pretty elezen that specifically worked to play up gold as a color scheme, and in this case I wanted to evoke a kind of warm, soft golden light. Originally I was going to make him a contrast to Cenric and make him much paler, but I wound up going that route more with Asklona instead with drawing loose inspiration from certain forms of albinism. I went more gold to make sure Cesaire would stand out visually from Asklona. Another reason for this route is because I want to make a character who looks very light and pure, but in practice has hardcore bloodlust. XD Wanted one case for playing into that possible WoL element haha. I also thought it might be neat to make a character who could serve as a kind of foil to Zenos in many ways and might credibly say yes when invited to be besties. Cesaire is still a mostly heroic guy but I figure he’s a bit like Dexter if that makes sense.

KIYO SHIROGANE

An auri white mage from Hingashi! To me it felt a little odd that the Ruby Princess of Sui-no-Sato has more of a magenta color scheme than red. I wanted to tie Kiyo to Kugane specifically in part because I think the parallels between geomancy and white magic (land, sea, sky) are super cool imo, there are a fair number or Raen au ra in Kugane with less lore exploration, and I wanted to make a character whose past trailed behind her in a clear and interesting way while she travels. So for Kiyo I kind of took inspiration from the idea of a red pearl (pearls often being white as per the horns and scales but then she has vivid red hair) and from the idea of blood tied to injury and medicine. Plus ya know, white magic. I also took light inspiration from candles conceptually. I totally forgot that Shirogane is the housing district also lol so now she has backstory lore that her family had been heavily involved in establishing the area. Kiyo comes from a large and noble family with a ton of political and economic influence, being herself somewhat sheltered and naïve. She is very sincere, playful, outgoing, and does her best to be kind. Very animated!

OSK YASKARET

For Osk, I was essentially going (ʘ_ʘ;;) because I knew that I hadn’t used ANY brown hair so far and it was making so uncomfortable lol. So I thought about what combination would be appropriate, distinct, and striking enough to fit within the cast while also being distinct. Gray and brown feel like chinchilla colors to me and I think are nice in a way that wouldn’t be out of place with rabbits/viera. I wanted dark eyes since again, I hadn’t yet for this group... so dark purple wound up being her main color. Since I was going scholar, I also wanted to keep the sense of intellect and feeling like a healer without being mistakable for astrologian or white mage. I still want to build into her look, but another aspect I wanted to incorporate--saw a lot of people arguing about the inherent sensuality of Viera, so I figured for her I wanted to make her look elegant and sophisticated but more conservative in glamours. I didn’t want her to instantly read like she hopped out of the woods either. Figure she’d have had time to adapt since.

I’m still very much debating backstory and personality or her but am leaning toward her being the offspring of a viera who left the woods while pregnant. I like the idea of Osk wanting to connect with her heritage but feeling somewhat adrift. I also want to incorporate Nym lore because omg I want more Nym in-general. Personality I do think Osk is probably a little bit of a smug bunny but things remain super tenuous.

ASKLONA WANNEYNWYN

Asklona I literally wanted to make a super soft feeling, hyper feminine lady roegadyn because most interpretations I’ve seen have been either harder feminine or tomboyish. Still fun imo, but given the grief some fans heap on femroes I really wanted to show that this kind of look is doable. I usually try to incorporate the black noses on Hellsguard designs (tiger roooooes) while with Seawolves I tend to push either fully into something natural or fully into something unnatural. So ex. the most desaturated option or else just run with blues and greens. Asklona is specifically a bard because it is pretty and fancy imo and I haven’t seen a lot of roegadyn bards in-general. Asklona I mentioned before is modeled off of certain kinds of albinism, but by that I want to make the disclaimer that pink eyes don’t generally occur in people (pale blue or violet is more likely) and that normally there are some eyesight problems that come with the condition as well as ease of getting sunburn. I don’t necessary play into that with Asklona/am going artistic license because I mean final fantasy we can lift swords bigger than we are. I know these things get overlooked a lot though so it seemed worth specifying. My choice to go this route was because I wanted to make myself use more pastels lol and I figured this would be a fun spot to contrast Cenric. I think in backstory Asklona’s father lost his mind to a siren, and Asklona pursuing adventuring as a bard is partly to take revenge and partly in the hopes that she can call her father back with song. Her involvement becomes more complicated over time but I think that’s the general direction. I picked green for her color scheme because it’s a color that feels like it evokes both the woods of Gridania and the sea itself... and because pink is a shade of red and with green being complementary, I figured it would make the pinks stand out a lot. Asklona is tied to Limsa Lominsa and besides looking for outfits that will flatter her body type I am trying to evoke the ocean in her designs. Pirates, sailors, the works. Personality I am still figuring out a bit but I think Asklona is definitely a shameless flirt, can read as insensitive and self-centered at times as she indulges in what makes her happy. She plays herself off as much more shallow than she is and in-general focuses on pursuing pleasure as a way of avoiding heavier issues.

KOKONO KONO

The scrappy daughter of a Doman fox auspice and a Thavnairian lalafell, Kokono saw her mother waste away with homesickness after fleeing the Garlean occupation. She has two brothers, one who returned to Doma while the other remains in Thavnair witht her father. Kokono hates the idea of loving a place so much you would die over it and decided to travel Hydaelyn, causing mischief while indulging a deep-rooted curiosity and love for discovering new places. Has severe commitment issues. Can be prone to swearing and being insensitive because the shocked reactions amuse her a lot, but her heart is ultimately in the right place. I designed her literally to make a lalafell fox because with the dark nose option + werewolf ears it is SO EASY to make tiny canines and I don’t understand why more people don’t do this. Like I could make an elegant white fox lalafell or a yorkshire terrier lalafell or any number of things. We can have itty bitty dogs! And like Kiyo I wanted some background to be evident in her clothes too. I designed her before I picked her backstory and mainly went for rule-of-cute/what would most evoke the red coat of a fox.

SVATOMIR AZORYA

Last of team Famfrit, he’s a Warrior Hrothgar. Very conceptually rough, I’m interested in playing him much more reserved and traditionally masculine in a lot of ways. I think a character in that vein will help balance out against the other Warriors of Light I made for that world. Design goal here was to make him look as wolf-like as possible haha. I think we have plenty of cat people already with Miqo’te.

NIVIENNE LECLAIR

From Lamia, I’ve talked a bit about her before so copypasting that in.

Basically, when I decided to try doing the whole WoL/Emet-Selch fic writing misadventure it was just a personal challenge for funsies. I’d seen other people do some really interesting and impressive stuff using unnamed lady WoLs. Hadn’t really tried something like that myself so I decided to go full improv with it.

Except my instincts tend toward specificity lol, so I scattered details according to what would make for fun scenarios or cute details. I wanted the lady to be a certain level of tall so I went with elezen. I needed to describe a readily portable weapon that would mesh with that sweet, sweet Amaurotine lore, so I made her a summoner. So on and so forth. Very seat-of-the-pants.

Particularly since the fic I have coming up is gonna be bigger, I’m thinking name is okay now lol.

Cenric as my black mage main is a dark, broody guy who doesn’t quite realize he’s nicer and sillier that he gives himself credit. So I decided Nivienne should be much more socially adept (read: not a lameass poser), very mischievous, confident… but lowkey has some heavy shit going on. Girl can be ruthlessly manipulative. Other WoLs of mine have different personalities.

As I was going through fic stuff, I decided I wanted to visually tie to and contrast with Emet-Selch since shipping. He’s got gold eyes and accents on his regalia? She’ll go silver, but her skin will have a more golden tone. He’s got dark hair with a white streak? She’ll have light gray hair, tie into the ruff of his coat. So on and so forth.

Name-wise, I actually fucked up initially by going too on-the-nose. Nivienne is another (more elezen-French) name for Nimue. Given how that story goes I figured it would be fitting here.

As a couple of other notes--color scheme being gray was experimenting to try for a different-but-distinct summoner aesthetic. I wanted to play up horns/third eye concepts (not strictly in the Garlean sense) and create a vibe that wouldn’t feel like white mage, or red mage, or black mage, etc. I also saw people arguing that female casters all end up looking like magical girls, so I wanted to really make sure that she had a different look from that while still being very feminine.

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I wrote a Zora thing. I feel like it’s a little too self-indulgent to bother with putting on Ao3, so here we are. 3,500 words of... whatever this is. -w-

Zora lies under the sand. She’s been there for quite a while, although she can’t remember exactly how long. The world around her is quiet and still, only the hissing of grains to drown out her thoughts. 

She sleeps, more than any Hollow does or is meant to. She’s big enough that nothing can touch her, that she has no worries of being killed or eaten while her eyes are closed and her guard is down. She has nothing to fear. There’s a freedom in that, greater than in what every other one of her new kind has to experience. 

Lowering her spiritual pressure– a monstrous thing, Zora has become aware– she settles in so deep under the white sand that nothing could find her if it tried. That nothing could bother her again. 

She’ll sleep until there’s something worth opening her eyes for.

. . . 

Grimmjow has fire under his skin and an itch in his claws. It’s Hollow nature– needing to kill things to feel sane. 

It’s a problem with an easy solution, and with Pantera strapped to his hip like it belongs there, like the sword is just an extension of how his claws used to be, Grimmjow readies himself to draw blood. 

He feels best on nights like this. Giving in to his nature is the greatest freedom he could ask for. Acting less like the human the Shinigami seems to want him to be and more like the wild, feral thing he still knows he is inside is as close to returning to the way things used to be as Grimmjow knows he’ll ever get. He’s not sure why he longs for the days when the world was as simple as killing anything that crossed his path, but he does. 

The memory of those times is like nothing else he knows. 

. . . 

With blood under Grimmjow’s nails, coating his hands up to the wrist, he feels something like himself. For the first time in weeks, he feels something like who he’s supposed to be. 

The Adjuchas fall one by one. Grimmjow eats some of them, others he simply leaves to fade away. He’s not as hungry as he used to be, which is saying something but also not much at all. He doesn’t need to eat every piece of prey that crosses his path. This might be as far as he can evolve at all. This might be as far as he gets. 

Grimmjow licks his blood-stained teeth and tries not to laugh. This ending isn’t quite as secure as he always thought. 

For some reason, feeling some wild little thing in his chest, Grimmjow strays from Las Noches as far as he can go. Sonido rushes him across the sands, out into the deepest reaches of the dunes. The further he goes, the bigger they get, shifting from flat, trodden sand to untouched mountains of white. Even the scents in the air slowly fade into nothingness. 

There are fewer Hollows out here on the edges, away from where everything fights to kill itself and everything around it. 

This part of the sand is dark and cold and empty. 

Grimmjow suppresses a shudder. He’s never been quite this far. It’s going to take him ages to get back– he’s been here for ages already.

He flares his spiritual pressure, once, just to scare out anything that might be hiding near him. He didn’t come this far not to kill something, and surely, surely–

A hand lands on his shoulder. 

. . .  

Opening her eyes, Zora feels her massive body shift. There’s a presence out there, far above her. A strong presence. 

It’s the strongest Hollow she’s felt in a long time, its spiritual pressure a fierce, sudden flare. The feel of it is hot and sharp, burning iron under her tongue, and for the first time in longer than she can remember, Zora wants to sink her teeth into something almost alive. 

Zora stretches, testing where all of her parts still are. From the feel of things, she’s been asleep for centuries, maybe more. She wonders, vaguely, if there’s anything out there in the sands that still remembers what it was like to fear her. 

She’s been dreaming of her human form, she thinks with something like a laugh. She’s been dreaming of tundra and snow, tall pines and swords clashing under pouring rain. 

She’s been dreaming of what it was like to live. 

Crushing her own spiritual pressure down to nothing, Zora eases herself up from under the sand, shifting down to her smaller form as she goes. She doesn’t want to be noticed. Yet. Rather, she thinks she’d like to see the expression on this new Hollow’s face when she makes her first grand appearance in longer than it’s most likely been alive. 

Will it fear her? Will it understand, just from seeing her eyes, that she could swallow it whole? 

The possibilities are endless. 

Zora breaches the surface of the sand, silent as a whisper. The new Hollow is in front of her, maybe ten yards away. He’s human, shaped like her, without a mask in sight. 

This human Hollow is fire-bold, broad-shouldered and standing tall, a shock of pastel blue the only color she’s seen in this forsaken world in centuries. There’s a sword at his hip, blood coating his hands, and although she can’t see his eyes, Zora can already imagine how brilliant they’ll be. He reminds her of one of her own already, the sparks of fortitude and confidence flickering off his shoulders like something molten and red.

Still suppressing her power, moving whisper-quiet over the sand, Zora slips up behind him. His spiritual pressure flares, crashing over her like a wave. The taste of it is like spice on her tongue. 

Her hand closes on his shoulder as she fights down a laugh. 

. . . 

Whirling around, Grimmjow comes face to face with... someone. 

Or rather, it would be face to face if this someone didn’t have a good two feet of height on him. 

He steps back, or more like stumbles. The person is a woman, tall and slim and strong. Her hair is a wild mane down to her ankles, she isn’t wearing a stitch, and her eyes have the same light in them that Grimmjow thinks he might have had when he was killing something. 

There’s a hole through her hand, twin crowns of spines on either side of her head, and not a mask in sight. 

“Good day to you, Hollow,” she says in an accented voice, sliding over the vowels in a way Grimmjow has never heard. There’s something almost mocking in her tone, in the way she bows her head. 

“The fuck are you?”

“Ah... well, I’m not sure I remember.” She taps a long finger to her chin, never breaking eye contact. Her smile is wickedly sharp, all thin lips and point-tipped teeth. “You see, I’ve been out here for so long, I think I may have forgotten. I don’t get many visitors out this far, and I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself in quite a while.” 

“Cut the innocent act. I don’t have the patience for that shit.” It’s impossible to judge how strong she is. There’s not a whisper of spiritual pressure coming off of her, which means she’s either pathetically weak or way too strong. 

He’s not sure which he’s hoping for. 

. . . 

“Oh, such an attitude.” Zora shakes her head, her voice foreign to her own ears. She hasn’t spoken to anyone in so long, it’s a wonder her words are still coming out in the right language. 

The Hollow clenches his teeth, all but growling. Zora stares into his eyes and finds the exact kind of vicious strength she wanted. 

Up close, he smells like spices and sweat. How much of it his his energy, she can’t tell. How deeply she enjoys the hot, cloying scent in her lungs, she’s certain. 

Oh, how badly she wants to take a bite. 

“Do you want to die?” he bites out, hand twitching towards the sword at his side. Zora has to hold back a laugh. He’s all bluster and big words. Surely, he’s wondering if he even stands a chance. 

“Me? What about you? You’re the one rushing blindly into a fight, aren’t you? But anyway, anyway, I should ask your name. You’re my guest out here. Please, tell me what I should call you.” She’s toying with him and they both know it. How much of it is bluff, he’ll never know. 

Her Hollow growls again, his bloodstained fingers clenching. Zora looks at him with curiosity, with amusement. He’s like a child lashing out at an adult without thinking twice. Young, so young, his energy a flicker next to the ocean that’s under her skin. She wants to push. She wants to test his limits and see just when he’ll snap. 

. . . 

“Yours first.”

The woman smiles again, a little wider. Grimmjow’s muscles shiver all on their own. She still hasn’t shown a hint of spiritual pressure. Sure, some of them are damn good at suppressing it, but with him right there? With a fight right under her nose? She should be showing her strength, not standing there like she’s bored. 

“Very well. My name is Zora, I believe. It has been quite a while since I had to tell it.” Her posture shifts, shoulders angling. She’s relaxed, too relaxed. Grimmjow wants to cut the smile right off of her. 

“Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.” He doesn’t tell her more. There’s no need to, when one of them will be dead or bleeding soon enough. 

The blood on his hands is drying, crusting. Grimmjow debates lunging for her, seeing if he can tear her throat out before she has time to react. She’s unarmed, at least on the outside, and while that’s no reason to underestimate something out here, Grimmjow can’t help but feel like he could take her. He has to. Out here, with no one watching, he’d be able to give it his all. The king can’t bear to falter. 

. . .

Grimmjow. Grimmjow. Zora hums the name under her tongue, ignoring the strange look he gives her. The lilt of it is familiar, in the way that tells her it’s something he made sure she knew.

Zora watches the way his eyes flicker, bluer than the sky. He’s angry. He’s cautious. He’d like to see if he could beat her, but Zora doesn’t quite want to try that yet. She’d hate to squash him so early. He’s so much more vivid when he still thinks he can fight. 

They stare at each other for a moment, Zora still rolling his name over in her head. He’s the first name she’s known since she’s been here. 

“One of us is gonna have to give,” he states, glaring dead in her eyes. 

“Really? Can’t we have a nice conversation instead?”

She laughs. He flares his spiritual pressure at her, and the warmth settles under her skin. She’s been trying not to eat, but... here, now, the heat of him tastes so good. 

. . . 

She doesn’t flinch. He flares his spiritual pressure, half-expecting to bring her to her knees, but she doesn’t give so much as a twitch. 

That settles it. She’s strong. This will end in a fight for sure. 

“Quit fucking around. Hiding your strength is a coward’s move. Face me head on! I’m tired of wasting time.” A challenge. A boast. She’s either going to snap here and now, or he’s going to have to make the first move. Grimmjow would at least like to get a feel for her power first. 

Zora looks down at him, her eyes unreadable. Grimmjow shifts his weight, hand going to the hilt of Pantera. He’ll beat her. He’ll turn her into a pile of meat on the ground, just like everyone who stands against him. 

“Very well.”

Something changes in the air. 

The first prickle of her spiritual pressure hits him, the coldest thing he’s ever felt. An instant later, it overflows. 

Grimmjow gasps as he’s slammed to the ground, legs buckling under the weight of it. He’s drowning. He’s choking. His lungs aren’t obeying, and if he had a heart, Grimmjow is sure it would be close to bursting. 

The pressure flows, flickers, spewing out of her in waves. Zora laughs, low and proud. From the ground, she’s as tall as a mountain, and forced to the ground like a piece of prey, Grimmjow knows fear like nothing he’s ever felt. She could kill him in an instant. With spiritual pressure like that, she’s a monster. It’s worse than Starrk’s, worse than Aizen’s, worse than anything Grimmjow has ever felt.

“Hmm? I thought you wanted to kill me. Come on, stand up.” Her energy wanes, giving him just enough room to breathe. She closes the gap between them, and it’s back, strangling him on a bundle of freezing air. 

Just when Grimmjow thinks he’s really going to die, the pressure vanishes, ebbing out into the air. 

He sucks in a frantic breath, shaking so hard it feels like he could fall apart. He can’t move. He can’t stand. Laid out on the sand with his belly bared, he couldn’t fight her if he tried. She’d destroy him. He wouldn’t last a moment against power like that. 

Zora kneels beside him, cupping two fingers under his chin. 

. . . 

“Scared, aren’t you? When I was awake last time, everything was. Stay down, Grimmjow. I won’t tolerate any more resistance. The time for our game is over.” 

His skin is soft under her fingertips, the sharp curve of his mask just inches away. On impulse, she digs in her nails, pushing until they slip through the soft part of his upper throat like a ripe fruit. The red trails down tanned flesh, irresistible. 

Zora leans in, breathing in the spice of him. His smell has changed to fear-sweat and sharp, jagged terror. Her tongue flickers up the angle of his chin, his blood an electric thing against the roof of her mouth. 

Grimmjow shudders, terror vivid in his eyes. 

. . . 

“You taste warm,” she mutters, cold tongue licking smoothly over her lips. For one awful, awful second, Grimmjow is sure she’s going to eat him then and there. Maybe she won’t even bother to kill him first. 

It’s everything a Hollow could ever fear. Pinned down by something twice his size, throat exposed to her tongue and teeth, helpless to fight back and not be, at last, consumed. Grimmjow’s breath heaves ragged through his chest. Somehow, he can feel his spiritual pressure being drained away, sucked off of him, leaving a cold void behind. 

“D-Don’t kill me.” As soon as Grimmjow finds his breath, the words slip out. It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic, but fuck, he doesn’t want to die like this. He’s supposed to go out in a blaze of battle, not underneath some horrible monster brought up from the sand. 

“Please.”

Zora laughs, a wild, open sound. From this angle, Grimmjow can see every slanted razor blade of her teeth. 

. . . 

Oh, he’s just precious. Grimmjow’s blood is warm on her tongue, his flesh is solid and strong under her hands, and his pleading voice is sweet to her ears. For the first time since she entered this world of night and sand, Zora feels something like herself. 

“Do you know how I kill them? Do you know how I did?” It comes out before she really thinks about it, the answer fresh in her mind. 

Grimmjow’s eyes go very wide. He barely manages to shake his head. 

“A rock.” Zora cups one hand, mimicking the feeling of a stone within it. The memories wash over her like a river stream. “A big one. As big as my hand can hold. I get them on the ground, and I hit them until their heads are nothing but mush and meat. I don’t need a sword. I never have. If I don’t have one... I kill them just like that.”

Grimmjow looks very pointedly terrified. 

He stares at her hand, then back at her, seemingly very thankful that there are no rocks nearby. Some flash of instinct makes Zora want to take a bite out of the softest parts of him. 

“I like you,” she says next, his warmth filling her chest. “You smell like the south, like spices. I love the look in your eyes.”

That seems to scare him more than anything. 

Zora runs the hand with the hole in it down his chest, over cold skin and the firm press of muscle. She barely glances over his belly, and he flinches harder than ever before, body curling in like a dying insect. He’s shaking again, terribly so. 

And then, her hand goes to his sash, to the belt holding his sword. 

It can’t hurt, can it? Surely, it can’t hurt to go back to the way things used to be, if only for this moment. 

. . . 

The woman’s hand skims over his stomach, far too close to that, and Grimmjow’s body reacts like he’s dying. She’s touching the most vulnerable part of him like it’s nothing. The hole in the center of him is exposed, and Grimmjow has never regretted his choice in uniform more. She could stick her fingers into it at any moment she wants. 

Instead of gutting him, though, Zora’s hand moves to his hip, where Pantera rests, heavy and dragging in the sand. 

She slides the sword out from under his sash before he quite realizes what she’s going for.

“Ah, it’s heavy,” Zora croons, running her fingers over the blade. “It’s been ages since I held a blade like this. The shape is different, but... the feel of it is the same.”

She can’t. She can’t take it. She’s holding what amounts to his soul in her hands, and Grimmjow has the sudden awareness that she has no intention to give it back. He’s past the point of demands. His voice won’t cooperate long enough for him to plead for it back. 

Zora stands, still holding Pantera in her massive hands. The sword looks small next to her, like a toy. She takes a step back, then two, unnaturally graceful for her size and the length of her limbs. 

Grimmjow finally, finally gets himself to his knees. 

His limbs are shaking horribly. He almost collapses twice. But then he’s crouched on the ground, debating whether she’d kill him for begging for Pantera to be returned. 

“You– you d-don’t understand,” he croaks, sounding wretched and scared. “That sword, it’s important. You c-can’t take it.”

“I think,” Zora smiles, “you are in no position to be telling me what I can and cannot take.”

No. No. No. Even if she lets him live, she’ll be ruining him. No sword, no release, no way to protect himself. It’ll be worse than being crippled, as bad as losing a limb. 

His throat won’t work long enough to let him beg. Zora turns away, holding Pantera to her side. She whispers a goodbye, and before Grimmjow can spit out another desperate plead, she slips into the sand like she was never there. There’s not even a ripple left behind. 

. . . 

Zora emerges outside the sand miles away. 

A sword in her hands again, Zora feels so much like she did before. Echoes of clanging blades sound behind her ears. The feel of wet, dark earth beneath her bare feet is as close as it ever was. 

For just a moment, the world of sand becomes forests, becomes tundra and snow and the place she knows as home. 

Perhaps this is just starting over. She climbed from the bottom once before. She clawed her way to the top from as helpless as a person could be. The system of kill and take, grow stronger by standing atop a pile of corpses is no different than it was when she was alive. 

Zora holds her stolen sword tight so she doesn’t claw at the hole in her hand. When she feels like this, it’s hard not to tear at the place that hurts. 

Instead, she traces her fingers over the blade, thinking of Grimmjow and how his terror smelled. Every instant of him was vivid and bright, gunpowder bursting to life against her skin. The blood on his hands, the fire in his eyes, the feel of his throat under her fingertips. It’s all so much more thrilling than she remembers. 

After sleeping for an era, Zora once again feels ready to rise. 

#Fic #Grimmjow #Grimmjow Jeagerjaques #Zora #Ocs

[grandepretresse]

 real name — Tarokki Léanne Halia

single or taken — Single. She had a long-term relationship in the past, but moving overseas proved too much of a challenge for it to last.

abilities or powers — It’s not a power per se, but Tarokki is very intuitive. Over the years, she’s learned to stay calm under pressure and be very observant of her surroundings. Very in tune with her cards as well.

eye color — Deep brown with hints of red around the pupils

hair color — Purple-ish brown

family members — A maternal grandmother and a younger brother. She has other relatives but doesn’t know much of them/isn’t close to them.

pets — Tarokki used to have pet rabbits at her grandmother’s countryside house in Europe. She doesn’t have much time for pets of her own now, but she certainly loves all kinds of animals.

something they don’t like — Extremely cold weather, being on screens too much (oh the irony of her current occupation)

hobbies / activities — Reading cards, drinking as many different teas as she can find, cooking, art-related activities such as drawing, painting, and playing video games. (The last one she doesn’t like to say as she believes it contradicts the image people have of her.)

ever hurt anyone before — Yes. She used to have extremely poor self-esteem and worldviews as a teenager. It caused her to isolate herself and she tended to be very snappy and closed off from others, which hurt her relatives, especially her younger brother. She decided to change when she saw the impact it had on him.

ever killed anyone before — No, perish the thought.

animals that represent them — The turtle can be quite representative of her, especially in a more grounded state. They’re said to represent wisdom, patience, protection, and receptivity, which matches Tarokki on her best days. The rabbit is another candidate for its gentleness and sensitivity.

worst habits — Tarokki tends to retreat in isolation whenever she’s faced with issues of her own. She doesn’t know how to ask for help, and the limited friends she’s kept due to her move has made it hard for her to open up to the people around her and show emotions such as sadness or anger. Her sociable and grounded persona is a little too good to a fault, as it makes people easily trust that she has everything under control and never needs help when it isn’t always the case. Can be uptight and extremely critical when it comes to herself and how she can be perceived in the world.

role models — Her grandmother, people who follow their dreams and listen to their intuition. She’ll be more easily swayed into admiration for intuitive/spiritual people, such as Mia or Maya.

sexual orientation — She’s pan/bi with no particular leaning. She tends to fall in love for how a person is rather than how they look, but that isn’t to say that she finds no appeal in how a person presents themselves.

thoughts on marriage / kids — She hasn’t given it much thought after her last relationship. Tarokki isn’t against the idea of getting married, but finds the whole ordeal and paperwork over-the-top and unnecessary proof of the union of two people. As for kids, she’s quite good with other people’s children, but is a little hesitant to have kids of her own due to her background. 

style preferences — Dark/Light academia + cottagecore fit her fashion sense quite well. She likes to wear more muted colours in work settings, and indulges in pastels in her free time. She isn’t impartial to a more mature style on formal occasions.

someone they love — Her family. She loves her brother dearly, and makes time to call him and their grandmother at least once every week. She’s also very fond of her friends. Once you’ve gained her trust, you’re bound to find a very loving and loyal friend in her.

approach to friendships — She is not that bad at making friends provided her interlocutor is a bit receptive. She is quite friendly and warm, so people tend to open up to her a little easier. Quite inquisitive and curious, direct when needed, but never with ill-intentions.

favourite drink — Tea, especially matcha. She occasionally likes to indulge in fizzy drinks if they’re not too sugary, and water.

favourite place to spend time at — She’s turned her living space very homey, so she naturally loves spending time there. Think of a hobbit home, that’s what she always strives for. Cafés, florists, bakeries, and libraries are her favourite when it comes to places outside of her home. Huge bonus if the place is all four in one.

swim in the lake or the ocean — Both! She loves being in water.

their type — She admires people who stay true to themselves and believe in themselves and their dreams. Confidence is beautiful, especially when it is accompanied by an even bigger heart. Someone who can express themselves, their desires, and passions, and with whom she can have a generous dose of playful banter and complicity will make her heart flutter.

camping or indoors — Indoors, but she’s adventurous enough to want to try camping, with the right person/people.

tagged by — saw it on @edgelord-dl6 !

tagging — You if you would like to complete it!

#{Aaah this was very fun to fill in!} #et si tout ça n'était qu'un rêve; le fruit de mon imagination; qui serais je à mon réveil?; (about tarokki)

[onisionhurtspeople]

i’m 100% for lainey labeling their gender in whatever way feels right for them, dressing however feels right, and using whatever pronouns feel right. i’m not gonna doubt or question their identity or anyone else’s. what rubs me the wrong way is how they emulate and almost fetishize the “teen” aesthetic. when they’ve said they look like a 12 year old boy and implied that it was attractive/hot/a good thing, i was kinda creeped out. idk how to explain it but i think it sends a really bad message.

Ah, yeah, that’s another thing I’ve been considering writing about for a while: how much Lainey seems to fetishize adolescence. Get ready for another one of my pointless tl;drs that nobody ever reads or cares about, y’all!

If Lainey was removed from the context surrounding the reasons why we all spend so much time scrutinizing her behavior in the first place, I doubt most people would have a problem with the fact that she seems almost pathologically obsessed with portraying herself as a 15-year-old girl in both style and personality, rather than as the 23-year-old wife and mother of two that she is. 

But the issue, of course, is that Lainey’s preferences do not exist in a vacuum; they mean something, and that’s what we’re here to analyze. She is married to a man who fetishizes teenage girls himself, because they’re easier to control and manipulate. She indulges in, and relates to, a culture that heavily emphasizes youth and immaturity (referring to boyfriends as “daddy”, having a DDlg (Daddy Dom/little girl) fetish, being “taken care of” by men (and treated like a little princess in bed), constantly alluding to not knowing what they’re doing in life, assuming a guileless pose in selfies that reflect a certain youthful confusion and spontaneity, constantly referencing their childlike habits (”touch my butt and buy me pizza”, “I have no idea what I’m doing”, “im a crybaby” flavors of meme), dressing like a 12-year-old in overalls, children’s Pokemon panties, and pastel-colored hair and clothing with simplistic, childlike patterns, etc - not that I think there’s anything inherently wrong with any of these things, but all of these pieces of the puzzle fit together to paint the picture of a person who is unhealthily obsessed with living out their life as a teenager. You guys know the ~aesthetic~ that I’m trying to drive at here).

She indulges in cultural trends targeted towards children and young teens. Her entire personality revolves around sensitivity, helplessness, passivity; she exudes anxiety, uncertainty, and confusion; and openly discusses being so sensitive that she becomes completely overwhelmed by even the most simple of tasks that adults are expected to be able to do. And again, I’m not saying that these are inherently negative traits (although obviously when these qualities run your life, it can become problematic); but Lainey seems almost proud of these traits. She’s more than just open about it. She brags about them. She romanticizes them. She constructs elaborate internal fantasies around them. Her entire identity revolves around being a ~smol sensitive anxious space prince daddy~. 

On top of all these things, almost everybody that she hangs out with or considers to be her friend (from Sarah, who lives with her, all the way down to the girls who she interacts with on Discord) is a teenager. She does not speak to women her own age. It’s bizarre. I used to have a friend who was quite a bit younger than me, by three and a half years - the first time we met in real life was on her 16th birthday, and I was 19, almost 20; and despite the fact that we were best friends and that I had so many other friends my own age, there was a very obvious and noticeable difference in our maturity levels. I’m not saying that uneven friendships like this can’t work or are inherently inappropriate, but again, within the context of Lainey’s life, it’s an enormous red flag that she seems to be unable to relate with women her own age, and can only form friendships with teenage girls between the ages of 15 and 21. Even outside of the context of her marriage (because let’s not forget that she’s married to a man who openly admits to having a sexual preference for young women, because they’re at “peak fertility” according to him), the fact that she relates the most with teenage girls is a huge indication that Lainey herself is either a) extremely mature, b) purposely seeks to enter uneven friendships with younger girls because it balances the friendship in her favor, giving her more power and control (which wouldn’t surprise me if true, given that she’s married to Onision - she needs to be able to exercise control in SOME way), c) is emotionally stunted and frozen at the age of ~18 due to Onision’s influence on her psychological development, or d) a sexual predator who herself prefers teenage girls. I’m sure everybody has their own theory on why this is, but personally I think it’s probably a mixture of all four, with option c being the most prominent motivation. 

I think Lainey projects herself onto teenage girls because she feels very much unprepared for this world, threatened by it, and does not trust her own ability to navigate adulthood successfully. In this regard, I think Greg managed to find almost a perfect partner for himself - a girl who is trapped in her adolescence in perpetuity (largely by choice, but partly through direction by Onision), who purposely cuts herself off from growing and learning and emerging as a young adult because it’s less dangerous and challenging for her to remain within her psychological safe zone, being coddled like a baby and completely controlled and taken care of by Greg, who looks after all of the hard things in her life that she struggles with (doing taxes, making money, going outside to get groceries, paying bills, interacting with strangers, making appointments, earning a living wage) - all of the practical, adult things that Lainey is terrified of doing, because it’s so overwhelming to her. Greg, of course, loves this. Lainey is his ideal partner: a woman who needs to be with a man like him, who defines her entire identity for her. A man who directs her, tells her what to do, is domineering and aggressive, and who makes all of her decisions for her. Tells her what to do, who to be, what to feel, how to act. A man who has complete control over every aspect of her life. A narcissist (him) and an inverted narcissist, or codependent (her). 

And so this is why Lainey is so obsessed with portraying herself as a teenager. Teenagers hit that sweet spot in between childhood and adulthood that Lainey feels trapped by in perpetuity. On the one hand, she is not a child - she is a sexual being; she has kinks, and preferences, and desires to express herself and her sexual identity. On the other hand, though, neither is she an adult - she is immature, self-absorbed, has an unstable sense of self, doesn’t know who she is, hypersensitive, anxious, gets overwhelmed easily, indulges often in her learned helplessness, and makes no attempt to change any of this - she revels in her dysfunction; she romanticizes it. And there is no age that typifies this combination of traits better than a teenage girl does. She doesn’t just relate to teenagers; she wants to be a teenager, forever–and in some ways, she really is, because the interference of Greg on Lainey’s emotional, psychological, social, and sexual growth has had a catastrophic impact on her development. She is essentially a 16-year-old girl trapped within the body of a 23-year-old mother of two. And that’s exactly what she wants. 

I think what’s ultimately going to be what destroys Greg and Lainey’s marriage is that eventually, Lainey is going to be too old for Greg, and he’s going to feel compelled to pick up another 17-, 18-, and 19-year-old girl again from his existing pool of die-hard fans. Already it’s quite apparent that Greg is bored of Lainey (as evidenced by the fact that he is still actively trying to find women to cheat on her with, even after what happened with Billie); but once the cost of maintaining her becomes more expensive than the cost of replacing her with a new, hot, young, alternative, impressionable teenage girl, he will do what he tried to do once before with Billie, and eject Lainey in favor of a new wife to manipulate. And the whole process will start all over again, until the day that either Greg dies, or he becomes incapable of drawing in new women. And at that point, sadly, the fact that Lainey is still a teenager - but only on the inside - will end up becoming the most painful struggle of her life, when she is forced to take on all of the adult responsibilities that Greg currently carries for her, and realizes that she is dangerously under-qualified to live her life as an adult woman instead of a pampered, permanent 16-year-old girl. 

(Sadly - or maybe luckily - I think that Lainey is the type of woman who needs to be in a relationship with someone like Greg (an inverted narcissist; in other words, a codependent), so I guess here’s to hoping that when this inevitably happens, she will quickly find herself a new narcissist to date and define her entire identity for her, I suppose?)

Press F to pay respects for this ridiculously, unnecessarily long fucking essay that I just wrote that NOBODY is going to read. Praise the Noodle Lord. Amen. 

#onision #laineybot #anti onision #anti-onision #narcissism #npd #still gonna use the npd tag #deal with it

[mmartistry]

Family Portraits

Millicent and Misha, December 2017

Compressed and Vine Charcoal on White Paper 18x24

Maria and Manuel Morales, April 2018

Extra soft Vine Charcoal, Charcoal Pencils, and Compressed Charcoals on Brown Tint Paper 18x24

At the University of California, Merced, I am enrolled in GASP 110—Figure Drawing II. I was intimidated and self-conscious about my abilities to draw figures and portraits. At the time of enrollment for this course, I only fulfilled the prerequisite for upper division studio art. And since I am a GASP minor, I pushed forward for in completing required courses. UC Merced is a 21stcentury research university—the art program is unfortunately overshadowed. I have had the same studio art professor for the past three semesters now, Professor Richard Gomez. He has helped me learn, grow, and rekindled my passion for creating pieces.

 Art allows you to slow down in our fast-paced environments. As a college student, there is hardly any time to take a break and slowly indulge in something truly time consuming. We get sucked into the busy lifestyle, and it is difficult to stop and appreciate. Once you turn a passion into a hobby into a weekly habit, you are able to appreciate and create very important images in your life.

Within the past few months I drew two pieces of work with a two-portrait minimum—one with my two younger sisters and another with my parents.

This drawing was based off a photo of my two younger sisters—Millicent (on the left) and Misha (on the right) at the Anaheim Packing District. The assignment for this piece I was supposed to incorporate two figures using chiaroscuro in a real-life space (perspective). I began this portrait with the two figures; circle, triangle, and correct facial proportions. I was taught this was the classical way in starting portrait drawings; once you establish the size and proportions of the head, the length does not change. As you continue to draw the figures, the head is an important tool of measurement when measuring the height and width of the human body (e.g. a standing figure is about seven and a half heads tall). Beginning from head to torso, I framed the figures to fit a particular area of my 18x24-inch paper. Drawing the perspective is based off Renaissance traditional steps. I drew my horizon line according to the my eyelevel when taking the photo, which would be near their cheeks. My vanishing point I established was in the hat of the sister on the left. The point is between the brim of her hat and her head. Most receding lines go towards my vanishing point including the table edges, the line rope, the lightbulbs, the figures on the left-hand side, and the grooves on the ceiling creating a one-point perspective. Millicent’s arm is foreshortened on the table in front of me. This was my first attempt on a two-portrait composition, so I must admit it isn’t my best work. Regardless of the challenges, it was a great learning experience which I would use in a recent work I finished over spring break.

This was a drawing of my parents, Maria and Manuel Morales. The difference with this piece is that I began the drawing from life instead of photograph. Though my parents grew restless after a few minutes, I took a photo of them in able to finish the work. Similar with the drawing of my sisters, I started with the classic circle-triangle shape and established the size of their heads. I built off my drawing with proper proportions. This work is slightly different and was much easier to complete. Since it was for an upper division course, I was able to leave a little ambiguity of the “life-like” aspects such as their clothing and background. Generally, I avoid using color, as a challenge I used red and brown pastels on top of a brown tint 18x24-inch paper. Their clothing is almost cartoonish as they gradually fade from right to left.

I find that a lot of my work often reflects appreciation of my family and myself. I want to convey my struggles in addition to giving my parents and sisters (and soon my older brother), their well-deserved admiration through drawing. I love creating and learning about works of art; and my family is in need of a huge thank you to where I am today.

PLEASE NOTE: All photos posted are of original art by me - Maerie Grayce Morales - (Black watermark at the bottom corners of each piece is to block out my signature.) Please do NOT take credit off. Thank you.

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16 travlyn

“Just shut up and kiss me”

title: strawberrychampagne

a/n: tbh youwanna know my aesthetic for Travis and Katelyn? Them loving each other. That’swhat I’m about. This fic was a little self-indulgent and it takes place in theHatch Marks Universe. Also, thisis also highkey inspired by this drawing @crybabytime made forevergo of Travis, don’t judge me okay. I’m weak for the sonshine in suits.

song inspo: That’s what I like, Bruno Mars

warning(s): fluff,kisses, Travis being the Mosttm

Cadenza clapped her hands in excitement, as she appraisedTravis’s outfit. “This is it! You andthis outfit was meant to be,” she announced, stepping aside with armsoutstretched as she struck a pose, “Everybody, I present you, our beloved Travis.” 

The others— by others, he means Laurance and Dante— looked up simultaneously;he gave a sheepish grin, striking pose and watched the matching grins appear onboth of his friend’s faces.

“Is that really you, Travis?” Laurance straightens, standingat full height as he walked over with hand on chin as he looked him up anddown, “I can barely recognize you.” Dusting off invisible dust from hisshoulders, Laurance then patted his cheek, “Cadenza, what have you done to my assistant?”

Dante laughed, joining them as he clapped Travis’s back and proclaimed,“Cadenza, the miracle worker, strikes again!”

“Thank you, I tried my best,” she giggled, brushing her hairback, “And I’ll admit—I outdid myself this time.”

“You have,” Laurance agreed and Dante nodded.

Travis rolled his eyes, smoothing down the front of hissuit. He huffed, “You make it sound like I don’t look this fine often,” he thenpaused. Taking a step away from the group that huddled around him, all lookingon with pleased expressions and he ignored their excited whispering as he tookbetter look at himself in the mirror. The dark purple coat lined with gold, acombination Cadenza insisted over the classic black he almost went with; hefidgeted with the white gloves she handed to him, his shoes shined toperfection and hair slicked back. He wondered out loud, “I can’t believe I’mgoing to do this.”

Cadenza leaned up, resting her chin on his shoulder, a blindingsmile on her colored lips. She squeezed his arm, her eyes meeting his in themirror, “Don’t worry. She’s going to say yes, kid.”

“Cadenza, we’re the same age—you can’t call me a kid.” He thensmiled softly, taking in a deep breath, “But… I trust you. Can’t chicken outnow. I flew out my mother and everything for this.”

“Just butterflies, Travis. Don’t focus too much on them,”Laurance beamed, stuffing his hands in pockets, “Now did you remember the ring?”

“Ye—wait,” he started patting his pocket, Travis’s eyeswidening in panic. He perked when he heard Dante and Laurance’s laughs, and hewhirled around, seeing Dante holding the black felt box. He flustered, onlythen remembering he handed it to the blue haired man for safe keeping.

Dante tossed the box at him, and turning on his heels, hecalled out over his shoulder as he walks towards the door, “Take it from me andLaurance—you’re overthinking it, Travis. Katelyn might be stubborn but you knowher best and the way she looks at you? Soulmates~”Then ducks through the doorway.

Laurance followed, backing towards it slowly while makingfinger gun motion and winked, “Just worry about the proposal. Leave the rest tous, okay?” Then his boss turned and disappeared into the doorway, he could hearLaurance’s shout at Dante to “Give up the car keys, you snake. Don’t you dare run.”

Cadenza slipped arm around his, smiling brightly as shetugged him along, “Well come along. You know how anxious Isabel gets if thingsaren’t on track.”

“I do. I get the feeling she’s already leaving long windedvoice messages as we speak.”

“Already gotten five texts from her,” Cadenza laughed, “Butshe knows I don’t rush perfection. And you? You really do look nice, Travis.”She pats his arm, giving him an assuring look, “She’s going to have her breathstolen when she takes one look at you. And when you look at her…”

He catches her mischievous glint and raised an eyebrowquestioningly, but the fiery-haired woman waved him off, “No, I’m not tellingyou what dress I picked out for her. Lucinda sent me some pictures and we bothagreed— you’re going to marry a goddess.”

“Cadenza, she hasn’t even said yes yet— “

“Oh, she’s going to say yes. And… hmm…,” she cradled herchin, giving a thoughtful look, “If she looks this good now for a surpriseproposal— Katelyn in a wedding dress would be...” She trailed over, grinning toherself and started to mumble. Travis rolled his eyes.

But he honestly, truly, hope everybody’s confidence andsupport rubbed off on him.

Rubbing his thumb against the soft felt of the ring box, agentle smile appears on his lips as his heart beats in excitement. It’s beenfour years—unusual for most soulmated couples to wait but honestly, the draggedwait was something he didn’t regret.

As the elevator descended into the garage level, Traviswondered: Hope she won’t mind making abig show out of this all.

Kawaii-chan greeted them at the door, her bright pink hairbraided into a long braid and dressed in simple black dress that reached to theground; beside her, a disinterested black-haired chef with a sharp, green-blueeyes and lips in a tight line, hands clasped behind her back—Lily, the scaryhead chef of KC’s restaurant and with serious tone, she greeted him and thegroup. Laurance gave her a friendly wave and for a moment, he sees herseriousness crack for moment as a smile twitched on her lips.

“Thank you for choosing us to provide for food this evening.I hope you enjoy your night and in advance, congratulations Mr. Travis.” Lilyfinished up, giving a small bow. Travis chuckled at her formality, giving anawkward nod, “Travis is fine. And thank you—I look forward to the meals youmake, Miss Lily.”

KC took up Dante’s arm, beaming at the chef and Travis, “Lilystop being so stuffy. We’re all friends here.”

“Well, you are right. Sorry, just kicking into professionalmode.” Lily paused and glanced at Laurance, before squinting at him, “It’s asurprise to see the newlywed from his husband.”

Laurance laughed, looking ahead, “Vylad insisted on helpingIsabel out while I stayed with Travis. Did you see him?”

“Last time, he was with Zenix and lecturing him aboutopening the good wines,” Lily reported, before pointing her thumb backwards,towards the kitchen door, “They’re near the back. Also, if any of you see Sasha—tellher what Vylad told me: ‘you’re next.’”

Everybody laughed, even Lily chuckling; Laurance broke awayfrom the group, giving a small salute to Travis and a pat, “Remember the plan.I’m going to calm Vylad down before he decides to put Zenix and Sasha in timeout again.”

Cadenza called out, “Does he forget they’re well into theirtwenties?”

“Well, they forgetthey are. But everybody needs to be in places before Katelyn showed up,”Laurance said back, before disappearing behind the kitchen door.

Cadenza sighed, rolling her eyes and looked up at Travis, “Okay.We have a half hour before Katelyn arrives. You go find your mother—I’m goingto check in with Aphmau and Aaron.”

Travis nodded, albeit nervously as the other Zvahl siblingparts and with the click click click ofher heels, she moves across the room to the couple chatting by the window.Dante takes his arm and Kawaii-chan takes his other, both smiling up at him andthen laugh when he gave a confused look.

“Before you find Ms. Valkrum, there’s two special people whowant to talk to you,” KC said cryptically. Dante gave him an apologetic look,and Travis found himself taken forward, towards the back of the restaurant.

He saw her and her red hair before Ivy or Teony spotted him.The two girls were whispering to each other— Teony in a sweeping yellow dressand her puffy dark hair shorter than the last time Travis seen her, simplesilver jewelry around her neck and blue studs pierced her ears, her round andkind eyes spotting him first as a smile bloomed on her face; beside her, afidgeting red head with her head lowered and in a strapless pastel green dress,short and frilled, and unlike Teony, who met him half way for a hug, didn’tbudge.

Dante and KC excused themselves, giving the three privacywhile Travis grinned wildly, genuinely excited to see the two. “I thought yousaid you two couldn’t make it—did you schedule clear?”

Teony smiled, pinching his cheek as she shook her head, “Forme, it did. Ivy was too shy to come alone, but… well, I’ll let her explain herself.”Teony stepped aside, and Travis tilted his head, glancing at Ivy who finallyturned to face them.

He stuck out his hand, uncertain if the red head would takewith the complicated expression on her face—their history always been… a bitdodgy. Katelyn was, after all, in a relationship with all of them; though herdays with Teony and Ivy were far and few in between since the two lived in adifferent city, Katelyn always expressed equal love for all three. Teony easilyaccepted him from the get go; even though Teony, like Ivy, had no interest inmen, she was a comforting and warm person to befriend. Ivy always intimidatedhim as much as respected in a strange way; for the first year of his relationshipwith Katelyn, she made no strives with wanting to befriend him, voicing herdislike. Soon, the dislike because mild annoyance, and recently became newfound friendship; she gave her reason for her hostility in the past, it was dueto aversion of change and Travis couldn’t fault her for feeling a littleput-off with Katelyn finding her soulmate, afraid Katelyn would end her otherrelationships as a result (even though Teony, Katelyn and Travis assured it wouldn’t happen).

Ivy didn’t accept his hand, but pushed a small box into hishands and gave a rushed, “This is for you.”

He blinked, surprised by the object and Ivy made an annoyedexpression, gesturing for him to open it. Inside, there inlaid two gold coloredstar-shaped cufflinks. He paused, glancing from it to Ivy’s nervous and Teony’sexcited expressions, before back.

“Uh, this… is my sort of congratulations gift to you from us—“Teony coughed. “From me. I picked them out and… I know they look kinda dumb butKatelyn mentioned you liked stars and you mentioned needing some last time wewere in town. So,” Ivy looked down, he could see her ears burning almost as redas her hair as fidget with her hands, “I hope you like them.”

A slow but brilliant smile appeared on him lips, as he takesout the cufflinks and put them on, admiring how they shined. “Ivy? Would it bealright if I hugged you?”

Ivy nodded, whispering, “A small one would be fine.”

It was a brief squeeze, and he laughed along with Teony atIvy’s embarrassed expression. “I’m so happy you two showed up—I know you twogave your blessings already but… thank you.”

Teony squeezed his shoulder, chuckling, “If it makes herhappy, we’re here for you. You’re a good man Travis.”

“You take care of her,” Ivy added.

Travis nodded, beaming, “I will. As long as you two come andvisit for a date night. She loves you just as much. And Ivy, no more shyingaway; you made the pact now—we’re good friends after this.”

They laughed again, Ivy rolling her as she batted at him, “Don’tmake me take that gift back.”

“Too late. I love them—you won’t steal from your friend,would you?”

“On your fast track way back to distant ones if you’re goingto keep this up.”

He found his mother talking to Katelyn’s father, the two inspirited debate as he stepped up.

“No, no—they should get married in the summer!” his motherargued, lifting her pointer finger off her glass as she continued to assertherself, “Clear skies, good weather; I know it’s more expensive but everybodywants a wedding when there’s good weather!”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” the larger, soft-speaking mansaid, putting up a defensive hand, “butI know this wonderful lodge they could host it in. I heard winter-time weddingare becoming more popular from that Laurance boy, and—Oh! Travis!”

Both adults immediately lit up, his mother turning towardshim and cupping his face while Erik clasped his shoulder, a wide grin on hisface.

“You look so handsome, sweetie,” she said, and Travis letsout a ticklish laugh at her kiss on his cheek before pulling her into her ahug, then hugging Katelyn’s father.

Travis said, “I see you two were having a lively debate; Ihope I wasn’t interruptin—“

“Nonsense!”

“Son, you’re always welcomed here,” Erik reached up toruffled his hair but then paused, seeing it’s state. He gave him an apologeticlook before, giving an helpless shrug. “Cadenza’s idea. You haven’t met her but…well, she’s the one picked out my outfit and everything nice I’m wearing.”

“Is she the pretty girl with the red hair and green eyes—she’sa sweetheart.”

“Mom, you say that about every one of my friends.”

Freya shrugged, smiling, “I hardly see how that’s a problem.”

The birthday party, for intents and purposes, went offwithout a hitch.

Though Katelyn was aware of it being a birthday party forher—the hidden agenda still a secret—, Katelyn still had the decency to besurprised by it all. Her smiles were genuine as she glanced around the room,greeting everybody who approached.

And Cadenza was right—she did take his breath away themoment his eyes landed on her. Her dress had elegance to it, the top of itwhite as it fades into a deep blue towards the bottom, it clinging and only doingfavors to her body shape while her straighten hair bounced freely, her bangspulled away from her face and pinned back by a pretty hair decoration.  According to the plan, she wasn’t supposed tosee him yet but…. curiosity did kill the cat.

She grasps his hands the moment she spotted him, her smileonly growing wider as made a show to look him up and down. “Travis?” she saidin disbelief, her cheeks warmed and pulled away from her hug.

He posed, cocking an eyebrow before giving a playful wiggle.“Oh? Beautiful woman who looks exactly as my girlfriend— do you know me?”

She laughed, hitting his shoulder gently as she placed herhand on her hip, “I don’t know. Have you seen my boyfriend? Looks quite likeyou, though less—Wait, is that Ivy? Teony!” Travis stepped aside, watching thegirls group up and share a hug. Ivy shot him a Go, while I have her distracted look and he took the signal,disappearing into the crowd that surrounded the birthday girl.

She didn’t see him approach. Her back turned to the crowd offamily, friends and her girlfriends, Laurance gave him the thumbs up, a signfor him to slowly approach behind her.

“—happy birthday—“ Katelyn started to turn, lowering herstrawberry champagne from her lips, and Travis sinks to one knee, “to” hepulled out the box, opening the ring as Katelyn’s eyes widens and she gaspedsoftly, “you.”

The crowd around them erupts in cheers and applause, Katelynlooked around as she covered her face with her hand, mumbling “I knew you were planning something.”

As the crowd died down, Travis spoke up, his heart beatingloudly in ears as held up the ring with a sly smirk on his lips, “We met bychance. We’re soulmates by destiny—but Katelyn, as I kneel her before you, Iwant you to know… being your best friend was the best choice I could ever make.I love you, as a friend, as your boyfriend, and…” he took in a deep breath,licking his lips nervously before he slowly released his breath, “I want tospend the rest of my life with you. I want to spoil you. And I promise you I’llalways look for a reason for you smile. Will you do me the honor of being mywife?”

She slowly lowered her hand, her eyes swimming with swell ofemotions. Everybody, including himself, waited with baited breath for heranswer—and naturally, it would be a Katelyn move to surprise them all. Shedropped to her knees, putting her glass on the ground and wrapping her armsaround him in a tight hug.

“Of course,” shewhispered into his ear, her voice choked with feelings as she pulled away andletting him nervously slip the ring onto her finger, fumbled for a moment andthey both laughed as he did. The crowd around them then exploded, for a secondtime, even louder cheers and applause—party poppers and confetti descended fromall around them, Travis looking around with a proud grin until Katelyn’s handtouched his cheek.

“You’re forgetting one last thing, Travis,” she mused.

“Wha—what did I forget? Everything went exactly as planned!”

“You…” she sighed, pinching his chin as she raised a brow, “willyou just kiss me already?”

Her kiss tasted sweet, strawberries and alcohol. And luckyfor him, that what he liked.

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #minecraft mystreet #travlyn #travis valkrum #katelyn mcd #my writing #hatchmarks au #screams don't judge me #holy shit this fic was seven pages long :"))) #over 3+ words #BLESS THE TRAVLYN SOULMATE AU #also bruno mars #please listen to the song ok #daddys-girl-2-1-4-7