#sweet enchantments nysa

[piamastea]

Lovestruck era revisited <3

I miss them so much.. it’s been like what? 2 years without them? Yikes

(I checked and the last time I ever drew them was 2 years ago.. )

#sketch #digital drawing #fanart #lovestruck #lovestruck nysa #Nysa lovestruck #nysa dawnvale #Nysa dawnvale fanart #lovestruck fanart #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck app #lovestruck sweet enchantments #sweet enchantments nysa

[lessismoore]

No pride stories, no list of characters and their orientation, no special pride images. . . ugh I am so sad now 😭

I'll just share one of the images I was able to buy during last year's pride sale

#lovestruck voltage #rp xenia #havenfall is for lovers #sin with me nahara #sweet enchantments nysa #tales of the wild #starship promise #ever after academy

[thebi-stan]

LOVESTRUCK AS SCREENSHOTS

💥 BOOM 💥

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #nysa dawnvale #sweet enchantments

[starstrucklovetragedy]

Okay so since Lovestruck and Voltage USA as a whole have been turned to dust, I have decided to make the decision to completely rebrand one of their old series. I've seen a lot of people rewrite and redesign some of the series but I'm going the step ahead by rebranding an entire series. This mean that

1. The genre of said series will remain entirely the same but the setting, plot, and feel will be completely different.

2. The characters will remain mostly the same apart from some changes in design, personality, and even age. (No changes to gender or sexuality)

3. The title of said series with remain the same

A complete reboot and a fresh new start. Plus, voltage usa never really copyrighted anything (trust me I looked) and are basically non-existent so they won't be able to anything lol. And the series I am thinking of rebooting is......

SWEET ENCHANTMENTS! (yayyyyyyy)

I figured since the original was pretty problematic even when voltage tried to cover up rework their writing. And trust me when I will be turning it into a whole new thing while keeping most things still the same.

So what do you guys think?

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #voltage usa #sweet enchantments #runa amberthorne #lucien rivercrest #liora skyheart #zain blackwood #emeril everbloom #roman tarrenglade #milo starlash #nysa dawnvale

[lovestruck-backgrounds]

Nysa Dawnvale's Bedroom

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #sweet enchantments #nysa dawnvale

[livums]

a means of ensuring order. {🌹}

Hi again! I capitalized on some free time (shocker) and tried my hand at writing an event from the beginning of Demigods from Nysa's POV! I think I like it??? So... great!

Anyways, enjoy!

Featuring:

Princess Nyséan (ny-SHAWN)

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The first time the Church tried to kill her, Nyséan did not know how to respond. So, she told no one, and went about her evening. No one had ever before, to her knowledge, made an attempt on her life. Nyséan had long known that there was no great fondness for her among the peers of the realm. When her back was turned, they would call her things like ‘standoffish’ and ‘curt’. This was no slander, for she rarely employed the pleasantries or the delicate tricks of speech required by one of her station—damn near the highest station in the realm. Naturally, popularity eluded her. But this was not the offense for which she would be murdered.

From a plush chair—the perch to which she’d fled after that first sip—Nyséan eyed the cup of apple cider. It rested innocently on the tea table across the length of the drawing room. Candles burned ever lower in their sconces, and Nyséan did not take her eyes off the cup. The taste of the drink stained her tongue and her palate—far too sweet. Something sinister and bitter lurked beneath the sugar. Or, perhaps it was not at all so. Perhaps, in her vigilance, she had imagined the change in taste. Perhaps her recent conversation with the Archbishop had set her senses on edge. But Nyséan devoted her scarce-given trust to her own intuition above all else. She performed the same routine nightly—a stroll in the gardens, an hour in the library (after a concerned word from Father, she restricted herself in this regard), and, after dressing for bed, taking a sweet drink of the season in her drawing room while she composed, relaxed, or more likely, fretted. Without fail, it was so. So tonight, when the first taste of the cider had kissed her tongue and coated it with something so slightly different, she had spat it back into the cup without hesitation. Now, hardly realizing, Nyséan pulled her knees up to her chest, letting the chair cradle her and her gown swaddle her in its volume. Her mind raced in tandem with her heartbeat. When she tried desperately to recall the past moon or so, her memory would yield only thoughts of the Archbishop, of Father, and, naturally, of the Hierophant.

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Father had summoned her just after Midsummer. The perfect opportunity, she thought, to convince him of the Church’s ill guidance. It made her uneasy how, this year, the palace had only sparsely been decorated in the typical fashion, in the artisanal goods set out to please the Queen of the Earth, and the King of the Sky. Nyséan had not seen a single soul scattering family ashes, even. She wondered if the Earth and Sky took note. She wondered if they cared, anymore. It turned her stomach. The night before, she had witnessed a mere smattering of dances and fires, desperate to catch on in the heavy and solemn aura of the Church and its clergy. They’d not mandated a thing—not by official means. Even so, Nyséan could feel the power of the Host’s influence. It was evident in the way that the bonfires died shortly after sunset, in the way that the quiet singing and strumming of their priests took the place of the unabashed celebration of the peers, the servants, and other commonfolk. No true celebration of Midsummer. More and more of the nobility were electing to attend the sanctuaries instead, anyway. The Church of the Sonnelic Host, those who held to the so-called New Way—to them, the day was known as Second Apsidia. It was, like First Apsidia in the year’s earliest moons, a time of contemplation in honor of their god-of-gods, the very sun in the Sky. Or, rather, the sun in the Stellar Stratum, for it—or “He”—was much too great a god to be contained in something as small as the Sky. A scant three or four years ago, Nyséan recalled, the New Way faithful would hole themselves up in their sanctuaries and leave well enough alone. Now, it was simply not so. Thusly had Nyséan’s thoughts had been clouded as she drifted through the ashen stone corridors of the royal palace.

Before turning a final corner, she was halted by her reflection in a tall, slender mirror hung upon the wall. Nestled among paintings large and small, landscapes and portraits, she beheld her own self. Dark eyes were set amid twin clouds of pale skin that brushed over her temples, her cheekbones. Against her warm brown skin, the contrast was stark. Similar pearly nebulae crested above her neckline, along the span of her clavicle and her shoulders left unobscured by her gown. Her spine straightened itself as her impassive eyes trailed lower. Behind her, the dark coils of her hair that swished and billowed when she walked now hovered still about her shoulders. Her soft hands, clasped together loosely in front of her, were more richly dappled by the pale skin than some other parts of her body. Past the second knuckle, her fingers were almost entirely without pigment. ‘Moon-kissed’ was perhaps the kindest thing anyone had ever said of her. Anyone aside from Father—he had long been her only ally. But she could feel this changing more and more every day. A pair of house guards stood attendant at the doorway to his antechamber, deep in the embrace of the keep. At her approach, they parted the doors without delay. Aside from his most longstanding and familiar servants, only two people were allowed anymore into the King’s rooms: his daughter, and his physician. So, when Nyséan saw the Archbishop of the Host in her father’s sitting room, she was horrified. The woman rose from her chair with a startling youthful fluidity. She was tall. A sheer curtain of hair the color of platinum parted at the middle to frame a white and smiling face. The hair shimmered as her ivory-colored robes did, flowing like water when she moved—and sometimes when she didn’t. The Archbishop curtseyed deeper than necessary for one of her standing. To Nyséan, it was yet another layer of grotesquerie. “Your Highness.” The pale woman straightened to her full and eerie height. She looked rather like a bird, tilting its head to inspect something edible. “You honor this servant with your audience.” Nyséan felt her nails dig into the skin of her hand. Her response was quick, and clipped: “I came because my father called. No one told me that we would be joined by a guest.” “You wouldn’t have come if I had,” rasped the King. Nyséan turned her head with some reluctance to regard her father. Someone had helped him into his wheeled seat—Nyséan blessed the soul who had first devised such a contraption—and he had positioned it across the sleek low table from the Archbishop. The brown of King Hasteor’s skin had faded even lighter in recent years, and fatigue seemed to burden his eyes no matter how long he rested in bed. It did uncomfortable things to her stomach, seeing him so. She hadn’t seen much of him at all, these past moons. And the less she saw of him, the more she dreaded laying eyes on him again. And the more her dread mounted, the more she found herself avoiding his presence. She hated herself for it. Her father went on, in that voice that had dimmed as his illness had advanced: “Actira, you must forgive the princess. Although—“ He raised a hand, and gestured toward his daughter. “I’ve not seen nearly this much expression on her face in years. You have my gratitude.” His upper lip, concealed by a beard barely graying, coaxed the rest of his face into a smile. Despite the humor in his mien, his directives brokered no argument. He pointed to a third seat, a sofa. “Nyséan. Sit.”

Nyséan realized that she had stopped dead at the threshold between the antechamber and the sitting room. A stilted gait carried her forward, one reluctant foot after another. Her eyes did not once stray from the Archbishop’s face. They hovered on the woman’s nose (dainty, small) and mouth (wide. Smile unending). The instant Nyséan felt the seat cushion beneath her, the Archbishop was re-perching on her own chair. A ripple coursed down her robes, leaving subtle, cascading twinkles as it went. “I will explain my intentions.” The Archbishop arranged her hands upon her lap in a manner most formal, but Nyséan espied a giddy anticipation in the way that they moved. Where her father was drained of energy, the Archbishop overflowed with it. “Your Highness is a woman of a great many virtues and admirable qualities, as you yourself must certainly be aware.” Nyséan was not aware. The woman went on anyway: “And your future—the future of the realm—would of no doubt be chief among Your Highness’s worries. This, of course, is the mark of a truly extraordinary ruler-to-be—we subjects of the realm are terribly fortunate—“ Nyséan had stopped listening. “You’re explaining nothing,” she said. The Archbishop took in a breath to continue—she had either been perfectly prepared for the princess to interrupt her, or she did not care at all—but before she could speak, Father interjected. “The Hierophant.” The strength in her father’s voice surprised Nyséan, but it was quick to soften. It was as if he had cut in before realizing exactly what it was that he wanted to say. “Twenty-three… You are well of an age… The good Archbishop and I have been in talks…” Nyséan’s stare was blank. Father finally found the words. “It would be of great benefit to the realm,” he said, gently, “if you and the Sonnelic Hierophant were to wed.” She waited, and said nothing. He spoke the truth of the matter. “You and the Hierophant will be betrothed.”

Nyséan blinked. “No.” The Archbishop leaned forward, her flowery, gushing language at the ready. “His Radiance is amenable to—“ “No.” “Nyséan—“ “He is enthusiastic to meet—“ “I said no!” The shout tore desperately out of her body, which jolted in its wake. The sound of it lanced like lightning through the quiet grace of the opulent sitting room. It was dizzying, the grave understanding that wrapped its slow and steady talons about her torso. Nyséan felt her breath shorten. A delicate silence followed. Nyséan’s wide eyes were pointed downward, at her trembling hands. She did not look up at the King. She knew that she would only see him avoiding her gaze if she did. The Archbishop was the first to speak again. Softly, as if consoling a small child or a frightened animal: “If Your Highness would consider seeing him, speaking with him,” she said. “I believe you will find His Radiance most appealing.” Ignoring her, Nyséan finally turned to the King with entreaty. “But you said—“ “Nyséan, the realm…” His tone mirrored the Archbishop’s. She hated it. “Brennenhaugh is rapidly approaching unrest—Old Way, New Way…” At this, Nyséan heard the Archbishop snort. “When I am gone, you will be without a means of ensuring order. I refuse to burden you with a kingdom in crisis. The good Archbishop graciously furnishes us with a solution.” Nyséan heard beneath the King’s words a truth that he may or may not have intended: If people liked you more, it might not have come to this. Helplessly, she repeated herself: “But you said.” “Meet the young man, Nyséan.” A sudden fury drove her off the sofa. Standing, Nyséan turned to regard the wispy Archbishop. She jabbed a finger in the woman’s direction. The interloper was unperturbed. “Keep yourself and your faithful away from my father,” Nyséan hissed. “I won’t let you take advantage of him any more than you already—” “Nyséan!” The King must have exhausted much of his strength in the one bellow, for he deflated gradually as he spoke on: “My wits are not gone just yet. This is a decision I make in sound mind.” Despite his diminishing volume, Nyséan could not mistake the resolve there.

She fixed her anger on him. “Before, you would have been the first to say that it’s a fool who slights the Fae-Gods. What do you think this is?” “This is in your best interest. I need you to understand this. I thought—“ He hesitated, and the last remnants of sternness in his voice were no more. “Nyséan, I thought I would have more time to set this kingdom right for you.” She said nothing. She had no choice—something too big for words was trying to fight its way into language. But it was in vain. It was all Nyséan could do to keep herself standing. “The Church holds more influence in the realm with every passing day. This is all that I can do for you, now.” Her mouth hung open, desperate for the words to come. They did not. She shook her head. Nyséan did not move again until the Archbishop spoke. “As I endeavored to mention…” Her voice might have soothed a thousand serpents. “…His Radiance desires to arrange a meeting. You will find that he is nothing sort of…” Nyséan stopped hearing the woman. The words were far away, taunting her. Mute, she turned her back on the Archbishop, and the King, and left the sitting room. Distantly, she could hear the woman speaking to him with urgency. The hurried shuffling of cloth, and the telltale tapping of shoes on sleek stone tiles followed behind. “Your Highness!” Nyséan did not stop moving through the antechamber, towards the outer doors that would release her back into the corridors of the keep. The Archbishop, on her long and presumably spindly legs, soon fell into step with her.

“His Radiance has expressed to me that he wishes so ardently to meet you,” she said. “I’ve watched over him since he was a babe, Your Highness. He will make a strong and loving husband.” The Archbishop leaned in then, as if the two of them were sharing a joke. Nyséan kept her eyes forward. “And he is quite handsome—” Pivoting on her heel, Nyséan whirled on the Archbishop. Words grew hot in her mouth, and she spat them at the woman. “Tell your prophet I’d sooner leap from a balcony—or slit my skin—or swallow poison than hand your Church the reins to my kingdom.” The Archbishop receded coolly to her full height. Not once did her demeanor waver, but Nyséan saw—or perhaps appended to the memory upon reflection—the slightest tightening of the woman’s smile. After a moment, the Archbishop dipped into another curtsey. “Your Highness.” She turned and walked serenely back the way she had come.

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It had not been Nyséan’s intention to give the Church any ideas. Yet before her sat the fruit of their inspiration—a poisoned cup. A princess who should be dead. She was eventually able to unfurl herself and approach the cider. Peering into it, it appeared perfectly normal. She leaned forward to sniff at it, then stopped herself abruptly. What sort of death had the Church designed for her? Would it have been gentle, as sleeping? A burning fever? Violent, bloody, choking agony? There were a seemingly infinite abundance of rules by which Nyséan knew she, as princess of the realm, must abide. Many were enshrined in law. Many had been passed down to her through the King’s patient guidance. And still many more were the unspoken, the invisible, those which were just Known. It was these that she so often failed—these courteous tools, these sleights of the tongue. The more she grasped at them, the more they eluded her understanding. After a time, this ceased to frustrate her, and continued to frustrate everyone else. But now, Nyséan found herself wondering whether or not a more thorough knowledge of these rules might have been useful, for she was beginning to realize that she did not know how to react in the wake of an assassination attempt. First, she paced about the perimeter of her drawing room. This way and that, minute after minute after minute. Next, she opened the door that led back into the keep. A house guard stood at attention on either side of the doorway, as was typical. For the first time, Nyséan eyed their faces. If they paid her any mind, they did not show it. She soon retreated. Then, she took the cup in trembling hand and flung the cider out a window. And, well, after that, what more could be done? Had she drank the poison and died, it was perfectly reasonable that no one would find her until morning’s light. She could see little point in disrupting the remainder of her nighttime routine. Nyséan returned to her original seat—her desk chair. By waning candlelight, she continued to write, and pretended to be dead for a while.

#writeblr #wip excerpt #writblr #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #my WIPs #{roses there are many}

[megatraven]

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #sweet enchantments #my polls

[riveramorylunar]

Lovestruck Masterlist:

Starship Promise~

Mirra(Admiral) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Rhea Everleigh(Empire Solider) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Dr. Xendalia(Scientist) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Jessa Flexand(Bartender) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Zhora Leonis(Outlaw & Arms Dealer) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nova(Galactic Protester & Superhuman) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Gangsters Fall In Love~

Lucky(Member of the Diamondbacks gang) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Queenie(Works for the Diamondbacks) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Sayuri Yamamori Masterlist-Coming Soon

Aurora James(The Hustler) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Havenfall Is For Lovers~

Baba Yaga(Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Roshni Nassar(Djinn) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Annabelle Sheppard(Werewolf) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Liliane Labasque(Leader of a vampire clan) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Levana Helsing Masterlist-Coming Soon

Necahual(Second bride of Dracula) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nitiqret(First bride of Dracula) Masterlist-Coming Soon

The Beast(Silver Werewolf) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Mackenzie Hunt(The Werewolf) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Vanessa Helsing(The Hunter) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Reigning Passion~

Ruelle(Princess of Autumn,Spy & Bodyguard) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Varuna(Sea Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Rosie(Orc) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Thea(High Priestess of Summer) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Xenia(Mistress of Spies/Spymaster) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Amara(Captain of the Royal Guard) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Sin With Me~

Ripley(Former Envy assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Vinca(Pride Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Onyx Wren[Envy](Tightrope walker & Envy Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Esperanza Gutierrez[Wrath](Ringleader & Wrath Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Yvette Holte [Greed](Illusionist & Greed Assassin) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Astoria: Lost Kisses~

Athena(Goddess of Wisdom) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Eryn(Bartender) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Scylla(Gang Leader) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Prime(Original Chimera) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Aphrodite (Goddess of Love) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Medusa(Bookstore Owner) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Alex Cyprin(H.E.R.A supervisor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Wicked Lawless Love~

Ysabella Caladri(Owner of The Lady's Arms/Mistress) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Bella (Ghost Hunter) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Fiona Eichen(Mystic Bandit) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Cecelia Visconti(Vampire Ranger) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Ever After Academy~

Mallory Strup(Gothel/Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Blossom(Peasblossom/Student & Sorority Member) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nora Le Fay(The Witch) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Lavinia Le Guin(Ice Queen) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Villainous Nights~

Andi Kim[Cat](Snapshot Star) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Lorelei Linden[Badger](Architect) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Juliette Optima[Bat](Optimus Head of Cyber Security) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Sweet Enchantments~

Axia Bloodsparrow(Advisor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Runa Amberthrone[The Waitress](Waitress) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Emeril Everbloom[The Hostess](Hostess) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Liora Skyheart[The Boss](Cafe Owner) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nysa Dawnvale[The Misfit](Waitress)

My Siren Crush~

Mia Masterlist-Coming Soon

Lexi Sweetwater(Artist) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Arianna Nitida(Treasure Hunter) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Queen Of Thieves~

Ariana(Poison Handler) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Daisa Khoury(DJ Visage) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Nadia(Leader of Flashpoint) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Zoe Banks[The Hacker](Hacker) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Vivienne Tang[The Seductress](Thief) Masterlist-Coming Soon

To Love & Protect~

Cal Egret(Chief of Metropolitan Police Department) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Madison Lane(Secret Service Agent) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Castaway! Love's Adventure~

Serena Zhang(Doctor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Edge Case Love's Pursuit~

Blythe Hawthorne(Art Curator & Owner of Hawthorne Gallery) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Eko(Android) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Gael Kavanaugh(Member of the FDI/Police Organization) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Korin Reyes(The Mentor) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Tales of the Wild~

Maeve Lewenn[Scout](Dinae Bird) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Marya Pel(Dinae) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Rae Ketola[Skald](Dinae Wolverine) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Revi Pel[Tenderfoot](Dinae) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Evina Arwel[Druid Exile](Dinae Swan) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Love & Legends~

Iraia Idreis(Crown Princess of Elves) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Mireille(Bodyguard) Masterlist-Coming Soon

Helena Klein(The Sorceress) Masterlist-Coming Soon

#River's Masterlist #So many characters for this Masterlist 😭 #Lovestruck Masterlist #Lovestruck #Lovestruck Characters #Starship Promise #Gangsters Fall In Love #Havenfall Is For Lovers #Reigning Passion #Sin With Me #Astoria: Lost Kisses #Wicked Lawless Love #Villainous Nights #Sweet Enchantments #My Siren Crush #Queen Of Thieves #To Love & Protect #Castaway! Love's Adventure #Edge Case Love's Pursuit #river talks🌊

[cats-corner180]

What Lovestruck CGI is this?

Answers

Series: Sweet Enchantments

LI: Nysa

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #What Lovestruck CGI is this? answers

[aquagirl1978]

#lovestruck #sweet enchantments #emeril everbloom #se emeril #liora skyheart #se liora #lucien rivercrest #se lucien #milo starlash #se milo #nysa dawnvale #se nysa #nysa #nysa x mc #sweet enchantments nysa #milo x mc #roman x mc #se roman #roman tarrenglade #zain blackwood #se zain #sweet enchantments runa #se runa #runa x mc #runa amberthorne

[silverteresa]

New outfits!

Omg 👀 THEY'RE SO FINE 😍 BEAUTIFUL 🤤😍

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck sweet enchantments #sweet enchantments nysa #sweet enchantments #se #se nysa #lovestruck nya #nysa dawnvale

[piamastea]

“Mc wake up! You fucked up big time!”

“Nysa..”

Something stupid I wanted to draw pfft

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #art #digital drawing #lovestruck fanart #sketch #lovestruck app #fanart #nysa dawnvale #se nysa #sweet enchantments nysa

[michaestzu]

Nysa is over, Im teally gonna miss her😭 I stared at my ceiling listening to my Nysa playlist for over an hour. I didn't expect to love her so much but I did, her relationship with the Mc was so cute and adorable.

On another note:

Ahhhhh!! Human Mc is here!! I know Nysa appeared in Runa and Lioras routes( i dont remember if Emerils also) but I am going to ignore that and say that the Human Mc is going to get with them.

#lovestruck #nysa dawnvale #sweet enchantments #nysa x mc #liora skyheart #lovestruck voltage #se nysa #sweet enchantments nysa

[pocketinmyjacket]

Do you wanna play a game?? Wannnna play?

(Please watch this at your own risk eheheh)

Onyx or Yvette? =

Vivienne or Nicolai? =

Nysa or Liora? =

Xenia or Piama? =

Helena or August? =

Cecelia or Diego? =

Mackenzie or Nova? =

Fiona or Emeril?=

Ezperanza or Amara? =

Aurora or Serena? =

Vanessa or Antonio? =

Andi or lorelei? =

Zhora or Jaxon? =

Jessa or Nav? =

Nora or Arin? =

h̶o̶e̶ hope y'all enjoy!

#lovestruck #sin with me onyx #lovestruck yvette #queen of thieves vivienne #nicolai #sweet enchantments nysa #sweet enchantments liora #lovestruck xenia #reigning passions piama #cecelia visconti #leave me aloneeeee #lovestruck nora #aurora james #lovestruck arin #lovestruck app #lovestruck jessa #lovestruck fiona #lovestruck ever after academy

[gaynessisintheair]

ahhhh.... Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!

Uahsjsisjd I'm softtttt🥰

Later...

I crop the pic cause... You know...😌🥴😳

Wallpaper Nysa(?)

#se nysa #sweet enchantments nysa #nysa x mc #nysa dawnvale #ahhhhhhh mayyy goldsssss #lovestruck #lovestruck app

[lumiland]

Nysa is a wonderful birthday gift.

#lovestruck #sweet enchantments nysa #sweet enchantments #nysa dawnvale