#Abelyn

[catt-nuevenor]

Story Setting - Anadora & Abelyn

Extrovert

The ferring draws to a stop outside the grand edifice, the drive hops down from their seat, and the butterflies in my chest begin to flutter once more. Aldmirham feels so very far away.

Their hand finds mine in the dark, and gently threads our finders together.

"Remember to breathe, Darling," Ana/Abe murmurs.

The smile is there in their voice, the shadows of the ferring hide it, but I can still feel its warmth.

"Is it too late to back out?"

They stroke their thumb over my knuckle. "No, not yet. We can go back to my Fæder's if you wish."

Harrold's quiet disappointment presents itself to my mind, the doubt his eyes would hold if I wasted this opportunity after coming so far. That and having to explain to my little one why Ana/Abe and I are back so early.

"No," I sigh, my shoulder's sagging. "Just... help me not make a fool of myself?"

Ana/Abe's gloved hand cups my cheek, turning my head till I can just about find their eyes in the gloom. "You're my guest, it's a part of my duty to see you have a wonderful night. I won't leave your side, I promise."

On our first meeting, in the front room of Erda's shop, fleeting yet fond, I would have never imagined I'd be sat here with them. Not before the grand entrance of Eadoccaburh's Guild Hall, not dressed so finely, the skill and craft of the Weaver's Guild, and what's more, Ana/Abe's father in every stitch.

How the Tíd has turned.

A light tap sounds upon the ferring's roof. Our driver wants our decision. Ana/Abe lifts our joined hands and asks, "Together?"

"Together."

The Guild Hall is neutral ground, a meeting place where all the guild's and traders in the city can meet and discuss business without showing favour to another establishment. It's grand, bold, and hopelessly elaborate, a web of meeting chambers, offices, and archives, wound around a central hall with a single bell tower rising from its heart.

The early Blostma breeze nips at our heels as we descend from the ferring, hurrying us up to the lantern-lit doors, into the waiting gaze of a young man and his list.

He politely asks for our names and the names of the Guilds we represent. I let Ana/Abe do the talking.

"Your Guild Bebeódend is speaking with Freá Dægfinn, at present," the young man explains, giving us each a respectful bow. "They should be towards the southern portion of the hall."

Halfway down the polished corridor beyond, as soon as we are out of earshot, Ana/Abe whispers, "Don't worry, we don't have to attend to any of that. The lad was likely just trying to be helpful."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Good, I don't think I could stomach Guild negotiations right now."

They squeeze my hand. "Nor I, but we're not here on behalf of the Guild, we're here to enjoy our evening."

The corridor ends in a wide stone archway, intricately carved and painted with murals of golden fields and swaying reeds. Our coats and gloves are handed to three arnlings in the liveries of the city, and they scamper into a side-room to be neatly stowed away.

We pass beneath the arch and the gentle swell of music greets us as the narrow corridor gives way to the hall, its expanse and grandeur breathtaking.

There is clearly a division between those doing business and those seeking pleasure, and the split is distinctly uneven. Along the southern edge of the hall, in intimate clusters of pointed shoulders and hunched necks, stand those on task from the guilds. No doubt many a contract and alliance are being forged in their midst, sweetened with the mead and cider of the city.

Along the north, east, and western side of the hall the groupings are freer, the expressions cheerful and bright, the echoes of laughter and chatter a constant bubbling beneath the surface of sweet music coming from the small staging at the centre. Around the stage there is dancing.

Elegant couples sweep and pivot in time to the strings, their feet tapping the shining floor in time to the patter of the drums. It's quite sedate compared to the dances in Aldmirham, but there is far more co-ordination here, everyone is working towards the display entire, the eddy and flow of bodies in sweeping motion.

"Peyton/Peidyn would hate this," I chuckle, half entranced by the twirl of the dancers, guided only by the light tug of Ana/Abe's hand.

"Most likely. As would Louis/Leila. I think Lars would enjoy it, though."

"Perhaps. It is far more his rhythm."

"What of you?" Ana/Abe asks, coming to a stop beside three narrow windows that look over the Guild Hall's gardens.

"Me?"

They bow/curtsy, their beautiful clothes a sweep of midnight blue, flowing about them. "Would you care to dance, my darling?"

I glance over to those already in motion, and the dreary creep of inadequacy taints the sweetness of Ana/Abe's gesture. "I don't think I can dance like that."

"Would you like to?"

I nod, my mind conjuring Ana/Abe and I in place of a particularly dashing couple as they sweep past where we stand.

"Then, if I may?"

Ana/Abe's voice guides me back, and directly into the loving embrace of their arms.

"Everything can be taught, my darling, if a willing teacher can be found."

My throat is dry, my hands damp, and my face burns as my oh so willing teacher begins to mould my posture to the first position with naught but gentle caress.

"Are you sure?" I ask softly, beginning to see the attentions of those around us catch and come to rest upon us.

Ana/Abe hums, lifting my chin with their fingertips until our eyes meet. "Together, remember?"

"I remember."

"Then let us dance together, my darling. I'd wish it no other way."

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Introvert

I didn't expect Ana/Abe's father to have a garden. The narrow court and close-knit web of workers always conjured up cobbles and bricks when they've talked about it in the past. It's smaller than Peyton/Peidyn's, narrow, the rear cut across by access to the garden of the neighbours.

Ana/Abe's hand is everywhere, in the twist of every vine, the placement of every herb and flower. They haven't been back here in many months, but it's clear their father strictly adheres to their original design for the space. The affection between the pair can only be understood in little pieces like this. It isn't loud and boisterous like that between the Starlings, or snarky and sweet light Lars and Louis/Leila's is. Ana/Abe and their father find their affections in the quiet of the workshop, and the peace of their little garden. It's come to be enough for them.

Harrold treats me kindly, but he's wary, watching my words and actions closely lest I show sign of planning to hurt his daughter/son. I wouldn't, I couldn't, and I hope he's coming to see that. Time and Tíd will tell, I suppose.

"Here," Ana/Abe says, placing a cup into my hands before they take the place on the bench beside me.

"Thank you."

I sip the sweet tisane within, though the detail of it slips away as Ana/Abe leans in close to my side, into an easy intimacy that makes me both sleepy and wonderfully content.

We sip and sit, letting the distant bustle of Eadoccaburh's streets rumble on in the distance, folding ourselves away in the pocket of green behind the house Ana/Abe grew up in.

"I think he likes you," they say after a time, a distant bell chiming over the rooftops to bring in the last hour before sunset.

"Your Fæder?"

Ana/Abe nods.

"How can you tell?"

"He wants to see some of your work. That's an old Guild tradition. If someone isn't worth your time, you don't bother, but if you think they have potential, the first thing you look at is their craft."

"Potential..." I echo, glum. "That's better than nothing, I suppose."

Ana/Abe kisses my cheek. "Even if Fæder never gets beyond that, he'll accept you."

"You sound awfully certain about that."

"I am. He knows how much you matter to me."

Can they feel the heat in my cheeks, I wonder? Their smile does seem awfully knowing...

"I'm glad we came," Ana/Abe says, taking my empty cup and placing it beside theirs on the smooth flagstone beneath the bench. "But I'm looking forward to going back."

My little one misses the cat, I know that much, but I think they've enjoyed seeing a bit more of the city, and they also seem to have utterly charmed Ana/Abe's father. Yet another parental figure to utterly spoil them, as if there weren't enough of those already.

Ana/Abe laughs softly when I share my thoughts, adding their own observations to mine.

"He'll miss us all when we leave," they say, plucking a stray leaf from my shoulder as it settles there from the tree above. "But can always come back here to visit. There's a home here, but it isn't really mine any more."

"Then, do you know where yours is?"

"With you," they say, kissing the corner of my lips fleetingly. "Tíd changes and perhaps that will too, but right now, my darling? I'm happiest when I'm with you."

---

Quick little dictionary for folks on a few of the terms here, since I got a bit more into the stories terminology and lore than I'd planned.

Tíd - Tide Think of it as synonymous with time, but also associated with the sea. Where we might say Time and Tide wait for no one, folks in the Four Shores would say simply Tíd waits for no one. The reasons are a little complicated to go into here, but thems the basics.

Fæder - Father Just reviving some basic Old English here, nothing fancy.

Ferring - Carriage Fully enclosed like you would see in a Jane Austen adaptation but simpler. They're used as a form of road transport within and between the main cities, slower than a horse, but more comfortable.

Blostma - Spring Again no frills to this one.

Bebeódend - ... The simplest explanation I can give for this is that they're the Guild managers. It's their job to keep the members fed, watered, housed, and stop them from coming a foul of any other Guild in the city. Leaders, but with restricted powers.

Freá - Sir/Mr/etc In Eard (the realm in which Myrk Mire takes place) an individual is first introduced with their preferred gender of address. Freá Dægfin is Mr Dægfin, just as Lars would first be introduced to a stranger as Freá Lars, while Vyla would be Freó Vyla, and Pin, a non-binary character from the TBT project, would be introduced as Léof Pin.

I think that's everything, comment if I've missed something, or if you'd like further discussion.

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Image courtesy of Alessia Cocconi on Unsplash

[flickerflyy-art]

My dragon boi <3

[hischierswhore]

hi!

i was wondering if you could do an insta au with christian or mason and shes latina and shes teaching them how to dance or them embracing the culture (idk i just feel like it would be cute to teach them about it)! (idk if you have anyone in mind but the face claim could be cierra ramierez, dellara, or abelyn salazar)

latina gf insta au (m. mount)

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yourusername estás aprendiendo a bailar y estoy impresionada (you’re leaning how to dance & i’m impressed)

masonmount sí, puedo bailar bien (yes, i can dance good)

enzojfernandez Argentina !!!!

masefan8 i did NOT think we would get Enzo & Mase hanging out while on vacation

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masonmount un poco 🤏

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[itlivesproject]

Abelyn/Jossabel/whatever we should call them have the cutest bestfriendship ever. Whoever said jock x nerd is only good for romance obviously lied. Or were unaware of Them™︎

I adore their platonic friendship so much. They’re adorable 🥰

[thefinalwitness]

i wonder how hard it would be to port lalafell hairs to baby hyur and baby miqo. tomorrow i will find out bc i want to make raein and relihn's daughters next. i found out the belf ears work on baby miqo and i about CRIED

i still havent removed the earrings sorry those arent canon. they did not pierce their baby's ears. but LOOK AT HER?????? LOOK AT THEIR DAUGHTER ABELYN???????????? (I WANT TO PUT PUFFS ON HANA TOO SO WE'LL SEE HOW THAT GOES) (for abby i would just keep using the khloe hair if not for the Giant Ear Holes i strategically angled out of this specific photo LMFAO)

[anxietytwist]

... are you sure about that??? 🤔

[miracleandsleeper]

favorite kids thing: hearing a parent call for their kid who isnt listening, starts calling the kid more sternly by their FULL name, kid's sibling tries to help by ALSO calling them by their full name in their stern baby voice

[debythelazytree]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  i wanted to do more this month but i wasn't able to do so at the end i only drew some of my oc’s dressed as other character's but still i hope someone likes it and stay safe, next year i'll be prepared!

[nemowrites]

Which one of your ROs will get along with one of my detectives? (For scientific purpose)

Ahh yes, I completely and utterly trust that this is for scientific purposes and not because you wanna hurt me with angst prompts so I’ll answer truthfully and say that it’s Abel/Abelyn 😌✨

[catt-nuevenor]

Modern Setting - Anadora & Abelyn

Extrovert

When Ana/Abe said to meet at the restaurant, I wasn't entirely aware of what that would entail. Words with letter groupings I never even considered pronounceable swim before my eyes as I try to make sense of the long list of drinks. The barman leaves me the menu, and politely hides his amusement as he attends to another customer.

When Lars warned me it was a fancy place, I really should have taken him more seriously.

Whether Ana/Abe left him instructions, or whether he took it upon himself to be my personal fashion consultant, I haven't been able to work out. But ever since we got in this evening from the school run, Lars has been hovering over the details of my night with the exacting scrutiny of a sergeant major. It's thanks to him that I'm dressed as nicely as I am, that my outfit is so well co-ordinated it seems as natural as it does designed, that my entrance into the bar at the front of the restaurant turned as many heads as it did.

Now, if only he'd given me a crash course in whatever dialect or language I am currently failing to parse, I'd sign him off as the perfect guardian angel.

Long puzzling minutes pass, and I have just about managed to categorise the drinks into wines and the rest, when a pleasantly cool waft of air brushes across the back of my neck as the establishment's elegant glass door is eased open.

The barman returns, flicks invisible dust from his pristine white cuffs, and asks for my order.

Sparks of panic set in, guaranteeing that I'm going to butcher every word that comes out of my mouth. Resigning myself to the coward's choice of water, I'm just about to give in when a graceful hand lightly touches my shoulder.

"Could you give us a little more time?" Ana/Abe asks, their fingertips tracing the edge of my shoulder blade as they take the stool beside mine. "I'm afraid the selection is just too expansive to rush."

The barman nods his head, spies another customer to his left, and mercifully leaves us in peace.

"Saved by the bell," I sigh, firmly placing the menu in front of my companion. "I'll have whatever you're having."

Then I find myself forgetting about the menu entirely.

Ana/Abe is a vision.

-

Ana

Her dress is midnight blue, embroidered with pinpricks of silver along the hems. It flows around her legs like silk, effortlessly falling in perfect lines that accentuate every curve of her body. Her black curls are pinned high but loose at the back of her head, swaying with the slightest of movements. Upon her feet are simple yet stylish black heels, with rounded points, and thin black straps.

She is beautiful, as beautiful as she always is but brought into new exquisite clarity, and I find myself thanking Lars to the ends of the earth and back for the hours he took to match me half as well with the woman who sits beside me.

-

Abe

He's dressed in a two-piece suit of midnight blue, a slate grey shirt, the top two buttons undone, beneath. It is either the finest stroke of shelf luck, or tailored specifically for him. Every line of it is sharp and crisp, flowing with his body, accentuating and elaborating on lines that lead to everywhere and nowhere, and how oh badly I wish to lose myself along them. His flowing black curls are tamed and oiled, combed back but left free to sway with the slightest of motions. Upon his feet are simple black brogues, brought to an immaculate shine.

He is handsome, as handsome as he always is but brought into new exquisite clarity, and I find myself thanking Lars to the ends of the earth and back for the hours he took to match me half as well with the man who sits beside me.

-

As I have been enraptured by them, so they seem to have been equally as enchanted by me.

They drag their eyes along my form a final time, before declaring without a hint of hesitation or doubt, "Darling, you are breathtaking."

I put myself in their hands, giving Ana/Abe full reign over the meal, and it is divine from the first bite to the last. We talk, and laugh, and sometimes we simply smile at one another over the rims of our wineglasses, and taste the delights the evening brings in full surrender to one another's company.

When the meal is done, the bill paid, and the evening outside has fallen into starlight, we leave the restaurant behind, and head out into the sleepy folds of the night.

At first, I think Ana/Abe is trying to locate a taxi to take us home, but we pass several by without a backwards glance. When I ask, they press a finger to their lips, eyes bright, and asks for my indulgence, if only for a little while more.

Blossom, the heady sweetness of it, is the first thing I notice. It threads the air like music, drawing us in with an intoxicating melody so at odds with the ambience of the city. Ana/Abe leads me down a softly lit alleyway, an ancient stone arch at its end over an iron gate that whines it protest as we pass inside.

We emerge into a haven of greenery, a garden, dotted with the twinkle of a hundred fairy lights. It is sheltered by a high ring of houses, their windows dark and still, clearly cared for and enjoyed, yet we seem to be the only ones here.

"What is this place?" I ask, wandering the winding path at Ana/Abe's side.

They wind their hand around my back, and I soon follow their example. "A forgotten corner," they explain. "One we're borrowing for the night."

"How did you manage that?"

They chuckle, and the sound joins the melody of the blossom. "I called in a few favours, and gave a few in return. Come, there's a fountain over there where we can sit."

The late spring night treats us kindly, and despite the impracticality of our attire, we sit comfortably beside the trickling water.

"Did you see me outside the restaurant?" Ana/Abe asks as we rest within one another arms beneath the leafy canopy.

I frown a little. "No. I didn't walk past you when I arrived, did I?"

They shake their head. "No, no. You arrived before I did, there was a delay at work that made me a little later than I would have liked. I meant before I rescued you from the drinks' menu."

"I don't think I would have noticed anything while trying to decipher that."

Ana/Abe leans in and kisses my cheek. "I had to take a moment to compose myself when I saw you sat there at the bar. I couldn't bring myself to believe it, that I should be so wondrously blessed to be yours and for you to be mine for the night."

I turn to capture the feather-edge of their lips before they draw back entirely.

"Only for tonight?" I ask as we part.

Ana/Abe hums and traces my jaw with their fingertips. "For tonight and many more after, if you'll have me?"

---

Introvert

I shuffle out from the bathroom, and give a lack lustre twirl for my audience.

"I liked the red better," Louis/Leila says, tipping their head to one side and looking me up and down. "Works better with their eyes."

Lars tuts. "There's more to match than their eyes, use a bit of imagination. We're looking at the ensemble, not a lone instrument."

"Nice metaphor, but too broad an approach."

"Only to those with a narrow focus."

I sigh, already feeling the evening's weight, despite the sun still gilding the rooftops outside the window. "Children? A little less debate and a little more decision-making, if you would?"

The siblings squint menacingly at each other for a moment more, then turn their attention back to the matter of my apparel.

"Twirl again, if you would?"

I follow Lars' instruction, if only to speed the pair of them along to the inevitable conclusion. Go back into the bathroom and try on the next outfit. Rinse, repeat. Until either we run out of options, or the siblings come to violence, and we all spend the evening soothing bruised egos.

"It's still missing something..." Lars hums, getting to his feet and slowly circles around me. "Louis/Leila! Three outfits back, where'd that jacket/shawl/scarf you liked go?"

The younger sibling disappears beneath a mess of possible solutions, digging through every discarded idea of the last few hours until finally they bolt back to attention, the requested garment in hand.

Lars pokes and prods me into it, straightens a few elements out, adjusts a handful more, then he steps back and gives two firm nods of his head.

"Done."

I blink. "Really?"

Louis/Leila crosses their arms, sweeps me up and down, then adds a nod of their own.

"Yep."

I sag, almost collapsing with relief onto the tempting embrace of my bed.

"No slouching!" Lars orders, clasping me by the shoulders and pulling me back up. "You do not want us to interrupt the chefs for an iron, do you?"

Louis/Leila makes their excuse to check in with how Ana/Abe, and the 'chefs' are getting on, while Lars escorts me down and out into the garden.

"You're all going through a lot of fuss for this," I point out as we walk out onto the patio, the late spring evening mild and inviting.

"Seems only fair," he says, pulling out a chair for me at the beautifully arranged table. "After all, Ana/Abe spends more than enough time fussing over the rest of us."

He stays only long enough to light the candle at the centre of the table, and locate the switch for the string lights, my little one helped to hang earlier in the day, before he takes his leave.

Alone for the first time since the school run three hours ago, I take the sweet silence to breathe and enjoy the bliss of blossom from the apple tree at the bottom of the garden.

A light clang from inside a short while later rouses me from my reprieve, and I open my eyes to find a silhouette in the patio doorway.

The ware of the day melts from my shoulders.

Ana/Abe is a vision.

-

Ana

Her dress is midnight blue, embroidered with pinpricks of silver along the hems. It flows around her legs like silk, effortlessly falling in perfect lines that accentuate every curve of her body. Her black curls are pinned high but loose at the back of her head, swaying with the slightest of movements. Upon her feet are simple yet stylish black heels, with rounded points, and thin black straps.

She is beautiful, as beautiful as she always is but brought into new exquisite clarity, and I find myself thanking Lars and Louis/Leila to the ends of the earth and back for the hours they took to match me half as well with the woman who stands before me.

-

Abe

He's dressed in a two-piece suit of midnight blue, a slate grey shirt, the top two buttons undone, beneath. It is either the finest stroke of shelf luck, or tailored specifically for him. Every line of it is sharp and crisp, flowing with it body, accentuating and elaborating on lines that lead to everywhere and nowhere, and how oh badly I wish to lose myself along them. His flowing black curls are tamed and oiled, combed back but left free to sway with the slightest of motions. Upon his feet are simple black brogues, brought to an immaculate shine.

He is handsome, as handsome as he always is but brought into new exquisite clarity, and I find myself thanking Lars and Louis/Leila to the ends of the earth and back for the hours they took to match me half as well with the man who stands before me.

-

As I have been enraptured by them, so they seem to have been equally as enchanted by me.

They drag their eyes along my form a final time, before declaring without a hint of hesitation or doubt, "Darling, you are breathtaking."

The meal passes in a blur, as does the food, though I have a vague sense that everything I tasted was delightful.

Ana/Abe and I talk, and laugh, and sometimes we simply smile at one another over the rims of our wineglasses, basking in everything the evening brings in full surrender to one another's company.

When the meal is done, as previously agreed, everyone else departs the house for a sleepover come film night with our neighbours across the street. My little one comes to wish us goodnight, hugging us both and telling us we both look very 'pretty'.

Then we are alone beneath a canopy of stars.

"They did well, didn't they?" Ana/Abe observes, resting elegantly back in their chair, their features softened by the dying embers of candlelight.

"They did. How did you manage to get everyone to agree?"

Ana/Abe chuckles, and I drink in the sound like music. "What would you find easier to believe, I wonder? That I had to corral them into action, or that they volunteered?"

I sit a little straighter in my chair. "But I thought you'd at least been the one to start things off? They volunteered?!"

"Oh, I may have nudged the idea along. But yes, I was given a date and time to set aside, that is all."

Words fail me.

Ana/Abe rises to their feet, and extends their hand to me. When I take it, they guide me up and into their arms.

Their lips and breath are warm upon my cheek as their kiss tingles across my skin.

"Let's make the most of their gift," Ana/Abe whispers, their caress folding around me and drawing me closer still. "It's rare I get you all to myself for a night."

---

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[ddwcaph-game]

Marjorie "Maggie" Dela Cruz and Thomas Ryan "Wayne" Dela Cruz, my MCs for Myrk Mire!

If Erda could hear, she would be cackling right now. I love her cackles so much. 😄

So, I've wanted to make some fanart for Myrk Mire (@catt-nuevenor) for quite a while now. It also just came to me recently that I never made a drawing of Wayne (or Rosie) with Maggie before, so thankfully I have the perfect excuse…

I'm very happy with how this turned out, so I hope you like it! 😊Although I realized too late that their outfits might be a little anachronistic, sooo let's just say that they came to The Mire in a plot hole. 😉

Some fun facts and headcanons:

Maggie is still hopeful that she'll find Marrin, but she can't deny that she's interested in her friend Abelyn.

Wayne still misses his missing father (he keeps a portrait of him in his locket), although he doesn't see a problem with having two dads.

Maggie and Wayne are charm and trinket crafters. Wayne loves making trinkets, and he keeps a collection of those he successfully made himself as keychains for his bag (with some help from Maggie, of course). She was injured in the marsh after rescuing Keldan, while they were looking for crafting materials.

Maggie would rather let Wayne do his own thing, but she's had to be a little more strict (well, go along with his adventures) because he's too silly and playful for his own good.

Wayne is a total mama's boy, but he has grown close enough to his mommy's friends that he doesn't bother hiding it anymore.

Maggie still carries Wayne from time to time, but only because she knows she won't be able to do it anymore soon.

Wayne loves singing and always asks his mommy to sing him a lullaby before going to bed (after drinking some milk).

Wayne is a leap day baby and likes to tell people that he's only 1 and 3/4 years old.

Wayne wishes that he has a little sister.

Anyway, Happy Halloween! 🎃

[anakperempuannet]

Nama Bayi Perempuan: Rangkaian dan Arti Nama Abelyn

Nama Bayi Perempuan: Rangkaian dan Arti Nama Abelyn

Arti Nama Abelyn – namaanakperempuan.net. Persiapan apa yang telah Ayah/ bunda siapkan dalam menunggu kelahiran anak perempuan ketiga? Tidak serta merta kebutuhan utama bayi saja yang dipersiapkan, Tetapi juga harus mencari nama anak wanita modern paling terbaru. Telisik lebih jauh bagian arti namanya.

Contoh arti nama anak perempuan terbaik telah kami sediakan bagi orangtua salah satunya kata…

[itlivesproject]

Why not Abelyn? Bully to lover? Nerd x jock someone?

Every time I see LI x LI ship asks I laugh out loud because what have we done lmfao???

Bullies to friends to lovers is my favourite trope omg now I'll be searching WuFlint fics myself, thanks for the new ship dude 😩😩😩

[thefinalwitness]

all u need to know about raein and relihn's daughters:

hana: oldest. hyur, adopted when she was 2-3 yrs old. the nicest toddler u have ever met. really likes bugs, even 'gross' ones like spiders and moths. may or may not pick and eat flowers from her dad's garden. her little sister is The Most Person Ever to her.

abelyn: youngest. viera, bio daughter via surrogate. due to relihn's familial disconnect from magic they assumed abby would have no magic and were SO INCREDIBLY WRONG. she is the chaos they dodged with hana. does everything hana does but a little weirder.

or, in the simplest terms i can possibly give you: hana is lilo, abby is stitch. thank you.

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[Mandala] - Stretched Ears Season 2 [x]

AsteroidBox - Abelyn Outfit @ C88 [x]

AsteroidBox - Spencer Boots @ Kustom9 [x]

◉ Accessories 

Seka’s - HELLion Earrings [x]

[Vale Koer] - Deadly Grasp [x]

[CX] - Bloody Cyclops [x]

[V-Tech] - Sgt. Liza Gacha Armgun [x]

+Artificial Hallucination+ - Misaki Collar [x]

Song ♪

[flora-sl]

found out

┏━━━  ❤  ━━━┓ 【ｆｌｏｒａ】 ʜᴀɪʀ → .random.Matter. x Bonbon - Star Girl - Hair - RARE

ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ → AsteroidBox. Abelyn Outfit #Collabor88

ᴇᴀʀs → [CX] Withered Bezerker Ears

ᴇʏᴇs → .:Psycho Pills:. Heart Ring

отнегѕ → SEKA's Cross Shade Glasses → SEKA's Cyberlita → SEKA's NeoGLITCH Collar → Sweet Thing. MegaMecha Wings ┗━━━  ❤  ━━━┛