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08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?
Ooh.
Her biggest flaw is that she is either unaware of, or totally disregards her own influence and power. Like if you look at it objectively, the Watcher is given tremendous power over the fate of every land they occupy - they determine who has power, who lives, who dies, the fates of every person they travel with and often, every person they so much as speak to. But Ari doesn’t take this at all seriously, and rarely gives it much thought. She sees herself as being just a person, with influence over very little. It means she feels free to make decisions without hand wringing or sleepless nights, but equally, it means that she can be very short sighted and take things lightly that deserve more thought.
Thank you for asking!
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Fic Snippet: What It Feels Like To Be Queen, Part III (Boba Fett/Fennec Shand Smut--(NSFW)
Explicit. Just Warnin’ Yas.
Posted on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28531320
Rystall panted, poised on the tip of the choice to stay or run, when she suddenly cried out, “Hail Boba Fett, new Ruler of Tatooine!”
Fennec’s hand clenched Boba’s arm with rising malice. But Fett said nothing, just merely smirked at the woman. Rystall’s posture relaxed a bit as she realized she wasn’t about to be immediately killed. She stepped a little closer to the couple. “I offer to serve you, Mighty One,” she said in thickly-accented Basic. She spread her pale palms, and even dared a seductive smile. “Like I used to. Remember, Fettttttt?” she purred.
Shand’s grip clamped even harder, and Fett could feel the rage shaking in it.
Rystall undulated forward, her eyes drooping with pretentious lust. “And of course, your frrriend here. I could serve her the same way, yesss? Forrrr you, Boba.” She reached for Fennec’s cheek...
Big mistake.
That hand on Boba’s arm was quicker than a blink. It shot up and wrenched Rystall’s wrist up and back. Before she could take a breath to scream, she was pushed face-first into the sandstone wall, arm wretched back to the point of breaking, and a vibroblade humming across her long throat.
“Touch me again,” Fennec hissed into the woman’s ear, “and I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it back to you.”
Rystall whimpered and shook against the wall. Boba ran a gloved hand over his mouth, trying to wipe away the grin forming there. “Fenn.” Shand shot a glare back over her shoulder at him. “Easy, mesh’la. She’s harmless.”
Fennec lowered the blade from Rystall’s throat, but kept her arm bent and pressed into the wall. Fett sauntered to the poor girl’s side and leaned in her ear. “This is how you’ll serve me,” he rasped. “You’ll fetch my helmet and Fenn her codpiece. Then, you’ll bring us food and drink and towels and oils; you know where to. And then…” He grabbed her Rystall’s jaw in a duratseel grip, “you’ll get the fuck out.”
Rystall’s lips quivered in terror. Boba nodded curtly to Fennec, who took the cue and released her arm. Rystall gave a short pained cry before she stumbled and ran back to the throne room, darting frightened glances back behind her until she disappeared.
As Fett came to Shand’s other side, she threw him a look dripping with acid. “Please tell me you didn’t stick your dick in that woman.”
Boba merely smirked as he leaned on the wall. “Just her throat. She’s good with that. Singer, you know.”
Fennec glared at him for a few more moments until the laugh she tried to suppress snorted through her nose. “Bastard.”
“Mood killed?” he asked with a raised bare brow. Fennec replied with a sighed moan before coming in and thrusting her mouth onto his, snaking her hand behind his head and her tongue along his lips and teeth. Fett took that as a no.
But then, she pulled away and knit her brow. “Towels and oils? Are you saying there’s actual water-freshers in this place?”
He smirked. “Better. Come on, I want to show you something.”
He slid an armored arm around her waist, leading her through the dark halls. They came upon an archway, then a staircase going down, which led to another set of stairs. As they descended, Fennec noted the air definitely smelled of moisture, more so with every downward step. Eventually, the desert-parched air became saturated with humidity. When they reached the bottom, Boba pulled a thickly-beaded curtain back and jerked his head. “Go on.”
Fennec stepped through. The place was pitch black, she couldn’t see a thing, but she could hear water sluicing and dripping. “Boba, what is this place?”
“Never been in this part of Jabba’s palace, have you? Probably because you weren’t a pleasure slave servicing a visiting mob boss.”
Stepping around her, he raised a gauntlet and pointed it at the wall, igniting the flamethrower. A torch suddenly burst into light, and Fennec pulled a gasp as it lit up a massive underground pleasure grotto.
As Fett moved past her to fire up a few more wall sconces, Shand took it all in with a gaping mouth. An underground pool stretched what looked like at least a half kilometer into the palace’s bedrock, with a small waterfall in the middle, crashing onto boulders made of precious stones. Steam flowed over the surface, indicating it was heated by the belly of Tatooine itself. And all around it were couches of Arisand velvets, tables and lamps made of glass and iron, pits with mattresses donned with sheets and pillows of the finest silks and damasks the galaxy could offer.
She stepped toward the edge of the massive pool. “This is a natural thermal spring. There’s… gotta be more freshwater here than in Mos’s Eisley and Espa combined,” she breathed.
“Exactly right. This is barely a fraction of what’s beneath us right now,” Fett replied. “Why do you think Jabba built this palace here? He controlled all the water for the entire Jundland Wastes and beyond. Control the water, and you control Tatooine.”
Fennec huffed a short laugh, kicking herself for never putting the pieces together before. Of course this is why he wanted Jabba’s palace-- the building was nothing compared to what lay underneath it.
Boba began shedding his armor, unlatching his breastplate, then his shoulder guards, tossing them on a nearby couch. “We’ll enjoy it tonight. And tomorrow, we negotiate with the Tuskens to give them a share.”
Okay, she hadn’t seen that piece falling. “The Tuskens? Why?”
Fett dropped onto the couch. “Jabba wasn’t stupid, but he was arrogant. He never partnered with the locals, just chose to dominate them.” He peeled off one knee rocket-launcher, then the other. “He took this place from a Tusken faction decades ago-- story goes he actually paid off a rogue Jedi to kill them all in the night.” He removed a boot. “I want to do things differently. Ally the Tuskens, bring them into the syndicate, give them a share. Have them at our disposal.”
“You mean,” she breathed, stepping toward him, “our own personal army.”
Fett nodded as he took off the other boot. “One an off-world crime family would never see coming.” But he then stopped and looked over the rippling pool, thoughtful for a moment.
Shand noticed. “That’s not the only reason, is it?”
He slid his dark eyes back to her. “The Tuskens found me in the wastes after I escaped the Sarlacc. They could have left me to die, but they didn’t. They saved my life, healed me the best they could. I owe them.” Those eyes narrowed when she chuckled. “What?”
“You like to say you’re that not Mandalorian,” Shand said, “but you act like one sometimes with that whole honor thing. Like you did with that Mando and the little green kid.” She paused a moment before venturing, “Is that why you saved me? Paying it forward, as it were?”
Boba set his elbows on his knees, his brow was as stern as granite, his dark eyes as solid as basalt. “No. I saved you because Fennec Shand didn’t deserve to die handcuffed and defenseless at the hands of a two-credit punk with delusions of grandeur.”
She started a bit at his claim, letting out a breath. But then she smiled. “Just as Boba Fett didn’t deserve to rot in the belly of a sand beast for a millennium.”
Fett’s lip pulled up in a smirk just as his black eyes softened. “As I said, fate sometimes smiles upon the wretched.” He rose from the couch and undid his underobe, peeling it off and revealing his scarred barrel-chest. He gave her a leer. “You just gonna stand there or are you gonna get naked already?”
Fennec shot him a bemused look, then started unfastening her own garb, shrugging off the armorweave jacket first, then the shirt underneath. Boba undid his codpiece and trousers, sliding them off his hips and stepping out. Fennec narrowed her eyes and hummed in admiration of his cock jutting up and out, already hard and big for her. Before she could undo the rest of her pants, Fett was already on her, his big hands tearing at the fasteners, his thumbs pushing the waistband down her hips, his mouth and teeth already on her neck.
He fisted one hand into her hair while groping her breast with the other, flicking the nipple into a hard little pebble. His smells of sweat, sand, blaster fire and her own cunt swirled in her senses. Fennec moaned and threw back her head, snaking her own hand down his meaty torso and grabbed his cock. She teased a slender finger along the slit of his glans, laving the pre-cum over it-- and there was a lot-- and then spreading it down to his hilt.
Boba moved his hand down her body, mindful of the cybernetics in her abs, before cupping her cunt. “You’re a gorgeous piece of ass, Fenn,” he growled with that knee-buckling accent from deep in his chest right into her ear.
Most women would have taken that as degrading. But Fennec just laughed, knowing Fett’s own brand of sweet-nothings. But her laugh turned into a grunt when he pushed two fingers up inside her, hooking them to get at her G-spot just right. She bucked into his hand and tried to throw a leg around him, only to realize her pants were still around her boots.
When she faltered and cursed, Boba chuckled and let her go, backing toward the pool. “Get those off and get in here,” he said before turning around and diving in.
Fennec didn’t need to be told twice; her core was pulsing and clenching with unabashed need to be filled. She quickly stripped her boots and pants off and plunged into the pool.
Fett had swum some ways out, finding a ledge under the water to sit on. He took a moment to just watch this beautiful woman glide through the water to him in the flickering torchlight, watching her black hair swirl over her athletic body, gripping himself and getting himself even harder for her.
She emerged from under the water with a gasp for air and, without a moment’s hesitation, climbed on top of him. Boba gripped her neck with one hand and an ass cheek in the other, pulling her down and sinking his engorged cock into her in one rough move. Fennec crashed her lips into Fett’s, gorging on his mouth as she shamelessly rode him, clutching his bald head in both her hands.
Her walls gripped his dick like a slicked fist, milking it with unrestrained ferocity. His wet hands played up and down her back as he grabbed her ass. He broke the kiss to stare unblinking into her eyes, lips curled in a feral snarl. “That’s it, baby,” he hissed through his clenched jaw, “take it, take what you want. It’s all yours.”
Fennec let out a throaty laugh wrapped around a groan, and whipped her wet hair over her shoulder without breaking her fierce stride. “You’re right, it IS all mine,” she growled, mimicking his snarl. “That means no more throat-kiffing any more of Jabba’s sloppy seconds, got it?”
Boba chuckled and fucked up hard inside her, eliciting a grunt from her throat. “I like when you get jealous.”
“Bastard,” she growled through a grin.
“Come on, show me, Fenn.” His hands landed on her hips, urging a new pace. “Cum on my dick. Show me what a bastard I am.”
Into her ears and straight down to her clit, Fennec pumped herself hard on him, up and down, in and in and in and in-- it was like her G-spot was sparking and shooting currents straight up her spine. She flung herself straight up on him, giving Fett a spectacular view of her tits bouncing and the light show of her cybernetics as she used him to chase her pleasure. Finally, wide-eyed and mouth agape, Fennec threw her head back and a stream of Huttese profanity erupted from her gullet as her entire body shook and clamped on his cock.
It took all of his control not to cum with her-- but he wasn’t just done with her yet. Once again, Fett didn’t let her have her little afterglow. He pushed her off him and pushed back into the water, then turned around and grabbed a generous hold of her hair. Swimming to the other side, he pulled Fennec along on her back.
“BOBA!” she shrieked, uselessly grabbing at his hand, “you son of a bitch!”
“Easy there, princess,” he scoffed, “you got yours. Now it’s time to get mine.”
“Don’t call me ‘princess’!” Shand barked. “I hate that!” But underneath the bark, there was a hint of laughter.
“As you wish, Queen.” He was answered by another half-furious growl.
There were steps on the other side leading out of the pool. Boba pulled Fennec into his arms and half-hoisted her onto his shoulder, carrying her out of the water. Fennec half-seriously, half-playfully thrashed around, slippery in his arms, beating her fists against his back. But when they reached a massive mattressed pit laden with Arisand pillows and he threw her down on her back, she stopped all pretense of struggle and just took him in. Fett stood over her in the torchlight; naked and proud, scarred and thickly muscled, his cock jutting hard and up, breathing heavy and looking at her like he was about to eat her alive.
She smirked, shrugged, and spread her legs. “Well?”
Languidly, Boba took one step into the pillowed pit-- then pounced on her like a loth-wolf. Catching both her wrists in one hand, he thrust them over her head while gripping his cock with the other and sheathing it into her slick, swollen cunt full-hilt.
Fennec howled and arched, wrapping her long legs around his back as Fett ploughed into her. Taking her wrists now in both hands, he still held her down as he held himself up and over her, snaring her eyes in his glare as he took her as savagely as she did him moments ago. His cock was a battering ram, stretching her wide and deep, pummeling her into a submission she’d never given to another. And she never would-- Boba Fett wasn’t just her partner nor her rescuer. He was, indeed, her king.
His balls pulled tight inside him as his body tensed to the breaking point. He let go of Fennec’s wrists to shift himself and her, hooking his arms under her knees and crushing them into her chest. His pacing stuttered but his thrusts only picked up as he rammed himself into her, harder, harder, HARDER--
The tension snapped, and Fett erupted inside her with a violent slam of his hips and a low, guttural roar. He slid an arm out from under her knees and groped her breast as his seed spurted in waves, his hips snapping with every pulse. Fennec watched him with a leering smile, grasping his cock with her muscles, intent on draining every drop. But even as she did and looked up into his harsh face, twitching with aftershocks yet uncharacteristically content, a pang went through her: A lot of good it would do.
Fett craned his neck back and forth, pulling long hard breaths as he softened inside her. He ran his calloused hand over her sinewy body, bending down to set his teeth to her breast and gently raking them across her nipple, then his tongue over the soft bite. He pulled out and rolled onto his back, his big chest heaving with breath.
It wasn’t often Boba Fett smiled, but one crept across his battered face-- until he turned and saw Fennec staring up at the stone ceiling, her expression pinched and a little sad. “Eh,” he whispered, “what’s with the face?”
She pulled a long breath through her nose as her hand traveled absently down her body to rest on the cybernetics in her abs. “I can’t give you a kid. You know that, right?”
Boba rolled onto his elbow, his brow furrowed. “Where’d that come from?”
Shand shrugged. “King needs an heir, right? Even Jabba had a couple.”
“Fat good that did ‘im,” Boba grunted. “They were all picked off the minute word got out that he was dead.” He cupped her breast and leaned into her. “Fenn, even if you could, I couldn’t give you one either.” She rolled her head to him, surprise in her eyes. He smirked. “Why do you think my father wanted a clone for a son? Not like he didn’t have women beating his door down for the chance to have his kid.” He lazily rubbed her torso up and down. “You can do the math.”
Fennec gazed at him for a moment before smirking and covering his hand with her own. “We’re certainly a pair of the wretched, aren’t we?”
Both their attention suddenly focused on the grotto entrance when they heard the scuff of a shoe. Shand sat straight up, but Boba remained relaxed when Rystall appeared in the torchlight. Neither of them did anything to hide their nudity, but Fennec snorted a laugh through her nose as she watched the poor woman trying to balance a tray of food and drink in one arm while carrying Fett’s helmet with the other. When Rystall saw them lying there, she stumbled on her needle-thin heels, almost dropping the tray. Fennec would have given anything to have watched that lanky bitch stumble down those stairs.
Fett tossed a gesture at a table beside them. “Set the tray down here and put my helmet with the rest of my armor.”
Rystall complied, shakily bending at the knee to place the tray on the table. Fennec waited until the tray was stable before grabbing a pillow and hurling it at Rystall. “And then get THE FUCK OUT,” she snarled.
Poor Rystall shrieked and stumbled on her heels as she ran out, throwing the helmet and Fennec’s codpiece on the sofa as she fled. Fennec leaned back on her elbows and turned to Boba, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips.
He mimicked her smirk as he took her in. Love was not a word that had ever made it into Fett’s vernacular. But damned if he hadn’t chosen his Queen well.
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1, 12, 23, 34, 45, and 50 for a character of your choice! 🥰
Eeeeeeeeeeee!
12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up?
Arisande is very intuitive and *gets* people, knows what they’re trying to say and what they want to hear, and it’s so integral to her relationship to the world that she would be completely lost without out. Without it, she’d have to do a lot more fighting and a lot less talking her way out of things, and talking her way out of things is her entire jam.
23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved?
Ari never went to school, but she did learn some things! She got taught her numbers and letters and things by whoever had time and knew them, which means her early childhood education was in several languages, very patchy, and not entirely cohesive. She kinda got there in the end, though. She is very good at reading maps, at tying knots, at painting, and at maths as they pertain to dollars. Once she could read she did read any books that happened to show up on ship, so she kinda knows... weird pockets of information.
She was a scamp. A good hearted, well meaning scamp. She got in trouble sort of an average amount, usually because she was doing something that could have gotten her hurt. Eventually she outgrew it and moved on to more mature troublemaking, like murdering cultists.
34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)
Ari loves a citrus; oranges and lemons especially. They were always framed like special treats when she was little (can’t let the ship’s mascot get scurvy), and she’s loved them ever since. She would lose her mind over clementines. She also got real excited once when they were in town and she saw a lemon tart in a shop window. What do you mean you can make things from them
She can be coaxed pretty easily into trying a lot of fruits. She’s not a big fan of vegetables. She likes seafood. Shellfish/crustaceans are a good bet. She really likes big fish, like tuna.
She would love sushi if she knew it was a thing.
45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?
Heart on her sleeve! You know shit done gone some kinda way if you look at Ari and can tell there’s something she’s hiding.
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I already answered 1 and 50 for her, so I’ll answer them for... one of my Fallout girls, Charlotte. blast from the past, not even fic on AO3 for her anymore, goddamn, but I’m keepin’ that Mercer line going
01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?
I picked it because Codsworth could say it, and because it was cute. Her full name is Charlotte Jack Donnelly, Charlie Jack to her father, and then later, to some of her friends in the terrible future. The “Jack” part is after her grandfather.
50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?
It sounded like “don’t worry.” It sounded like “we’ll find a way”. It sounded like gunshots. It sounded like a long walk over cracked roads, until the soles of your feet feel like they don’t connect to your body anymore.
It sounded like that sharp, cracked sob when he saw his son again.
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1, 2, 4, 11, 35, 43, and 50 for Ari!
01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?
I made it up! It doesn’t mean anything. Arisande just looked like a nice combination of letters and it sounded nice in my head. (It’s pronounced air-ih-san-d, and Ari is pronounced Are-e.)
02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?
Ooh, hmm. She doesn’t like her eyes. She wishes she had, you know. pupils. an iris. something other than the solid wall of pearlescent bullshit she has now. she wishes she could look into someone’s eyes and have them know for sure she was doing that. she longs to be told her eyes are pretty and deep and lovely and interesting. And that sounds like a very superficial insecurity, but it also speaks to this like… discomfort, deep down, in what it means to be one of Ondra’s chosen. She would rather have been god-touched by… someone else, please. Someone that doesn’t on the reg threaten to kill her.
Her discomfort with Ondra isn’t something she talks about a lot.
04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)
Oh my goooooosh got me out here committing to my bullshit
Ari thinks he’s just. So much fun, he makes her laugh so much and just fills her up with this bubble of light just by being around. She loves that, she loves that he’s always just a little cheeky, got that twinkle in his eye.
She is super duper enamored of his freckles. His cute cute freckles oh my god she’s so jealous she wants to touch them so much.
11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?
There isn’t much! She learned her chanting real early and has been telling the universe to Stop That Right Now since she was very small, and she’s used to not having to get real big mad about things that upset her. If you messed with her people, though, and she couldn’t make you stop, she’d get just madder and madder until she lost it. Don’t you freaking mess with her boys or she will cut you.
35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?
So much. Like, maybe that seems odd, but… she wants to be alive, so much. She wants to feel the sun on her shoulders and the ocean around her ankles and a hand holding hers and she wants that forever. Being over, being gone, her soul just a wandering fragment, shedding pieces of her into the Beyond… she is so scared of that. She wants to have all of herself. Wants to give that self to the people she loves. Wants to be with them and see them and be part of them.
If she had to die, she would want it to be in service of love. She would accept dying if it meant she was giving up the life she loves to protect and give a better life to the people that mean the most to her. The mechanics of it matter less than the knowing that at least, if it had to end, it was a gift she had given in the same way she gave her life when she was living it.
43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self?
It might be weird to say but she does kind of dial herself back for Aloth. He’s had a lot of trauma, and she knows she can be kinda… big. Loud. A lot. And even if it’s happy loud, it’s no less startling and upsetting. She puts a dimmer switch on for him, still honest in herself, but quieter. She makes time to spend with him away from noise and distraction and is a softer version of herself. He is one of her best friends, she really does think of him like a dearly chosen family member, and she wants him to feel safe with her. He obviously can tell she does it, and sometimes he feels awkward about that - but he also appreciates it. She’s giving him love shaped for his hands.
Everyone pretty much gets to see her true self - she’s almost tragically honest, even when she’s lying. Just, you know. Sometimes, like with Aloth, she just changes the frequency on which she’s transmitting so she doesn’t blow the speakers.
50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?
“Please stay.”
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P, T, X for Ari? c:
!!! Yes!
P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?
Ari wants someone that is as enthusiastic and into her as she is into them. She wants a partner in crime, a best friend, someone that will hold her hand while they’re doing questionably legal things in the name of the greater good. She wants someone fun that she doesn’t have to doubt and question herself over all the time - someone she doesn’t have to pin down to get confessions out of. She wants to be loved big, and loud, and wholeheartedly.
She gets attracted to smiles a lot. Smiles and a good laugh and eye crinkles.
T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?
Sort of but not necessarily? She doesn’t believe in the idea of one single person you are destined to love, a single one person in the world for you. She believes there are people you’ll meet again and again as the Wheel turns, and sometimes those people are your heart people, and they’ll be with you until the Wheel stops turning. Sometimes those people show up and you’ll be in big romantic love, but sometimes not. She is pretty convinced she’s known Eder before in a lot of lives, so she forgives him for not being into her romantically this time. ;)
X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?
Arisande is the sort of person that will come up with ever increasingly ridiculous pet names. Love. Darling. Sweetheart. Gentleman of the Silken Closet. Duchess of the Gilded Hand. Dumplin’.
She gets proper giddy over being given a pet name. Loves it. Can’t get enough. She’d be delighted to have a cashier call her “hon”.
Thank you for asking about her! I love this girl.
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L-O—V-E for the alphabet meme?
!! Thank you for indulging me!
L : LOVE. who does your muse love?
She loves a lot of people! She was raised in an environment where she was adored and treated like she was special, and it did inflate her ego some, but mostly it just gave her this sense that everyone will treat her well, and she should do the same to them.
I’m not *super* committed to her romance arc, but I have a direction I’m leaning. O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?
She’s a chanter, so yes! Heh. I think her chants are just like... Mom Voice. She Tells The Universe What To Do, and it listens.
Outside of that, she has a charm about her. She’s impulsive and excitable, and very honest in her emotions and with her words. There’s something appealing in the way she will just tell you what she’s thinking, and you never have to doubt whether she’s doing exactly what she wants (and she almost always is).
V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?
She would think it was fun! She loves pastels and flowers and kisses and presents and love. She would want those things for everyone. All her friends would end up with presents and treats and hugs and kisses (unless they were super uncomfortable with hugs and kisses).E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?
She loves them! Loves them so much! She throws herself into them, no hesitation. There’s no weird tension in her hugs, no sense of propriety to be observed; she hugs everyone the way a small child does, open and enthusiastic, no holds barred. She’s always a little touch-hungry, always happy to hold hands or hug or walk arm-in-arm.
Thank you for asking! I love any excuse to talk about her. :heart:
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