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divinemare · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I loved your fic Back to December (love the Taylor Swift reference) and it had me in tears. Is there any way you could write a Liam x reader where they meet on the day on the parapet and then become friends and it slowly turns into a friends to lovers situation? I love your writing and I can’t wait for more Fourth Wing fan fics <3

thank you so muuuuch! you’re so sweet, and thank u for your request!

sorry if this took so long, but I did my best so I hope you like it!

Snow On The Beach

FOURTH WING ONE SHOTS: Liam Mairi x reader

summary: well…need I to explain it? Snow On The Beach - Taylor Swift ft. More Lana Del Rey, duh

tw: none

“It’s gonna be ok, it’s gonna be ok, it’s gonna be ok…”

You repeated over and over again trying to calm the nerves in the erratic beats of your heart.

But was it? You were about to cross the parapet, the most fucking deranged way of welcoming students into their first year. Yet you had actively, willingly chose to be here, to do this.

“Why am I so impulsive,” you murmured under your breath, whining internally about the series of bad choices that had led you to this very moment in your life.

It had all begun with your awful, hating sisters making a passive-aggressive comment about how you couldn’t actually ever survive becoming a dragon rider, how you wouldn’t even survive crossing the parapet to begin with. They were two of the best healers with the best ranks, coming from a long family of the best healers; in the best ranks. All your family had ever done was try to brainwash you into becoming a healer, but you had never actually found the profession interesting at all, you had been obsessed with dragons since the day you learned to talk.

But you had just read about dragons, you had never actually seen one up close, only when they occasionally overflew your city, but that was it, that had been the closest you had ever gotten to a dragon in all your 20 years of life, how were you supposed to survive bonding one? Yeah, you had made a biiig mistake.

First it had been your sisters comments, then everything went downhill when your ego got bruised and offended, and that same day you sent your application to Basgiath for the Riders Quadrant.

An now you were here after your stupid, impulsive decision to shut your sisters mouths up, in the line of stupid people that were about to cross the stupid parapet.

“Hey,” someone touched your arm, but you were so focused in your prayer to the Gods you did not noticed the guy standing in front of you talking, so you jumped in surprise by his touch.

Good Gods, those were some deep blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to startle you,” his smile was just as beautiful as his eyes, and just as beautiful as his blond hair as well.

“No worries, I’m just in a perpetuate state of paranoia right now,” he laughed slightly, and you couldn’t help but smile at the deep rich sound.

“You dropped this,” he extended you something, and you looked down at his palm.

You couldn’t help but grimace at the awful necklace that stared right back at you. It had been a “gift”, supposedly.

“You can keep it, my big sister gave it to me, and I’m not entirely sure that she didn’t curse it to give me bad luck,” the guy lifted an amused eyebrow, and you sighed in defeat. “Forget it, I guess I will know if it’s cursed when I fall into my death hearing Malek’s and my diabolic sister’s laugh in my head,” but just as you were about to take the necklace from him, he snatched it back, and you stared up at him with a furrowed brow.

“Now, we don’t want that to happen, do we? I’ll keep it and clean the bad vibes off of it for you until you cross the parapet safe and sound,” he put in his pocket, and you couldn’t help but look at him with confusion and amusement at the same time.

“And how do you pretend to do that, exactly?”

“With my charming good vibes, of course,” you stared at him with an eyebrow raised for a second in total silence, but then inevitably laughed out laud.

You saw the guy’s smile lighting up as you tried to cover up your laugh with your hand, and you would be lying if you said that your heart didn’t jump at the sight of those white, beautiful teeth.

“Liam, by the way,” he extended his hand towards you again, this time with the purpose of introducing himself.

“That’s such a sweet name,” Liam arched an eyebrow with a pleased smile on his thin lips.

Had you actually said that out loud? Oh Gods. You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment, you could only hope now that he didn’t notice it.

“Well thank you, and may I know your sweet name?” You extended your hand to him to go for a shake, and he immediately accepted it with his.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he breathed when you both released each others hands, like tasting your name in his mouth.

“Next,” you both heard someone say behind Liam, and your gazes, that had been held on each other, finally turned towards the guy behind.

Liam’s face fell instantly pale, and you saw how he sucked in a breath for a split second.

You peaked over his shoulder, as he was impossibly tall, to see the guy standing in front of Liam, and you saw, hands down, the most intimidating man you had ever seen in your life.

In the most arousing way, for some strange reason.

The guy’s face flinched just a split second as well, and you didn’t got to read the looks in their eyes before Liam gave his full name to the man and rushed away, looking back at you and winking an eye before stepping into the parapet.

The weather outside had to be fucked up today, seems like your sister had done a really good job cursing that necklace.

“Name?” The intimidatingly hot guy asked, and you took your eyes away from the blond hair of Liam to set it on the guy’s onyx eyes.

Your eyes couldn’t help but drift to the tattoo peaking out of his shirt.

“Last chance to take a step back,” the dark-haired guy, the Marked One, said.

Through your mind crossed every passive aggressive word your sisters had said, the look of disappointment in your parents eyes when you told them you would not become a Healer. And then, before you could stop your mouth or think outside your pride:

“Y/N Y/L,” you replied, sucking in a breath.

The guy nodded slightly, and the other guy beside him wrote your name on the list he was trying to protect from the rain.

“Good luck,” you saw sincerity in his harsh onyx eyes, and with one last nervous, but thankful smile, you turned around from him.

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and stepped onto the parapet.

…

You were so close, so so close, you could already see the end of the parapet, feel it, yet the wind was making those last steps harder than the whole way.

Liam’s blonde, wet hair was the first thing you noticed, then his encouraging smile, and then his hopeful eyes.

He stood near the entrance, as if…as if waiting for you.

When you arched your brows slightly, and he deepened his smile, you confirmed it; he was waiting for you.

“You did it, seems no curse is strong enough to stop you,” when you finally stepped into safety, his words were the first thing that greeted you.

With the inicial panic, and overall fear of the parapet finally over, after you gave your name to the girl with the beautiful red hair, you were able to take him in completely. And Holy Gods, your mouth went instantly dry at how gorgeous that man was.

His intense blue eyes, his white sideways smile, his ruffled and wet blond hair, his wide, big shoulders and muscular arms, his height…Gods he was tall. And…and that rebellion relic. You hadn’t seen it before, hadn’t noticed it at the beginning of his wrist and disappearing under his sleeve.

He noticed your eyes lingering on it, and his cocky demeanor immediately changed into an uncomfortable one. You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable, it’s just that you had never interacted this much with Marked One, your parents had always told you Marked Ones were awful people, rude and brutal and violent and dangerous. But this guy had been the opposite to all those words they had used to describe him. It didn’t surprise you tho, that your parents had only been full of venom and no truth at all.

Then you started laughing, out of the blue. You just laughed out laud, making everyone around you turn to look at you as if you had grown another head. You may as well have, for how insane you were looking right now.

“I’m sorry,” you tried to say over your laughter. “I’m sorry, I just…I…” But you couldn’t stop laughing.

Liam raised an eyebrow in utter bafflement, but his lips slightly twitched upwards in amusement when you couldn’t help but put a hand on his chest to support your shaking body.

He laughed slightly with you then, your laughter being contagious, and both of you laughed with everyone around you starting to worry you had already lost your marbles.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…oh, my mother is going to have a heart attack,” you laughed, tears already streaming down your face. “And my sisters, good Gods, my sisters are gonna choke in their gasps!”

“Are you ok?” Liam asked with amusement, raising a blond eyebrow.

“I did it!” You beamed.

“You did,” he nodded.

“I did!”

You had survived the parapet, you had actually survived. And it felt so damned good.

“Here, I cleaned the bad vibes for you,” Liam took out your sister’s necklace and gave it to you.

You thanked him, and sighed while looking at the horrible thing.

“At least we’ll know how to recognize your body with this,” those had been your sister’s words, accompanied with faked sorrow and a quick hug.

You looked at Liam with a smile, and then turned around, walking again towards the edge of the end of the parapet and tossed the damned thing out.

“It can rot in hell, for all I care,” you said going back to Liam’s side, and sighing with deep relief.

Liam laughed, and you both made your way to where cadets were being gathered now.

Your new life started right here and right now, and you couldn’t have been more grateful than to start it with a mischievously handsome new friend.

…

“Ouch!” you complained as the healer cleaned your bloodied lip.

“Sorry,” the tiny guy apologized, and you sighed as he continued to clean one of your many wounds.

The mat had been brutal today, probably the most brutal you’ve had so far. Ivana Harlow was a ruthless, massively tall girl who had already killed two of her opponents on the mat, and today, she had almost kicked your ass back to your mother’s womb as well. Luckily for you, Liam had taught you just the right way to break someone’s leg, and even tho every inch of your body was in pain right now, at least your pride was intact.

“Where is she? Is she ok? Can you please let me see her?” A voice you had grown to know so well spoke behind the closed door of the treating room.

You tried to stand from the stretcher, but your body instantly protested in waves of intense pain that made you moan.

“Told you to stay still,” the healer warned you, and you huffed and ok.

The door flew open seconds later, and an extremely concerned looking Liam entered with panted breaths.

“Are you ok?” He sighed in partial relief when he saw you awake, and you tried to smile without a grimace to calm his worries down.

“I’m fine.”

“She’s not,” the healer answered, and you shot him a look that he ignored.

“She’s not?” Liam’s worry came back in a second.

“I am,” you said again, but he was now not paying attention to you but to the healer.

“She has a broken rib.”

“Nothing a mender can’t fix,” you tried to say to calm Liam a little, but his face had already gone pale.

“And a broken ankle.”

“Again, a mender.”

“And her stomach was one punch away from bleeding out internally.”

“But it did not happen!”

“And-”

“And can you stop? Before he passes out,” you signaled Liam with your head, who looked so pale you started to worry he may replace you in this stretcher.

“I’ll leave you two,” the healer said, disposing of the bloodied cotton with which he had been cleaning the blood off your lip. “Don’t try to stand up,” he warned you with an accusatory finger, and you only nodded and murmured your thanks.

When it was only you and Liam in the treating room, you smiled at him.

“I’m fine, I am,” he sighed and rubbed his eyes, approaching you with a frown of worry in his beautiful face.

“When Ridoc went to look for me and told me Ivana had left you passed out I ran here. I should’ve been there, I’m sorry,” you shook your head and went to grab his hands with yours.

“You had other things to do, besides, Ridoc’s an overly dramatic idiot, I didn’t pass out. Besides, you would’ve been proud, I broke that bitch’s leg after she broke my rib,” Liam finally laughed slightly, and you smiled at the sound.

“I am proud,” your smile turned into a slight blush, and he let go of one of your hands to take it to your cheek and softly, being extra careful not to touch the red spots that were already turning purple, rubbed sweet circles in it.

“Thank you, for what you taught me,” you said to fill that beating gap in your chest that was making it really hard to breath.

You’ve been lately feeling that way around Liam, specially since he’d been changed to the Flame Section, and you’ve stopped seeing each other as much since then. But every chance he got, he looked for you, and you were grateful he hadn’t yet forgotten about you.

But now every time you got together was even more special than the last one, every training session or glance across the dinning room or time together during class. It hadn’t been until you stoped having him next to you every time that you started noticing the effects of his absence. You missed him more than you thought you would, and you realized you probably liked him more than you thought you did.

It was complicated, he was your friend, and there were yet a lot of things he hid from you, you knew for the way he stoped himself while speaking sometimes or avoided certain topics.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N, you know I would do anything to…” Again, as he now usually did, he stoped himself.

“To what?”

He didn’t answer, only stared into your eyes with his deep blue ones. Every time he looked at you, you felt like you could drown in his ocean eyes and you wouldn’t mind one bit. But you couldn’t explain that, because he was your friend, and nothing else. Or at least he had never hinted he would be up to being something else at all, and you’d seen him flirt, a lot.

“Liam, to what?” You insisted a little more, and when he lowered his head, you released his hand and moved your head away from his other hand.

“To keep you safe, Y/N, I would to anything to keep you safe.”

You stared at him with an open mouth, not knowing exactly what to say, or think of his words. He looked so unlike him with his serious expression and tormented gaze, you couldn’t help but to grab his hand and squeeze it.

“I know,” you murmured in a low, much rasp voice you thought you had at the moment.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he got closer to you, drawing circles in the back of your hand with his thumb, and making your heart stupidly speed up.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he wasn’t looking up from your hands, but he got slowly closer to you until your legs instinctively parted to let him get between them.

“She could’ve killed you, she has already killed opponents,” his other hand went to cup your cheek again, and you felt how the air got trapped on your throat as his intense blue eyes met yours.

“But she didn’t.”

“You broke her leg,” he stroke your cheek delicately, and you couldn’t help but to close your eyes and lean into his sweet touch.

“I did,” you confirmed with a devilish grin, and Liam let out a shaky breath, like he was too having trouble breathing this close to you.

“Gods, Y/N, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

You arched your eyebrows in confusion and pursed your lips, unable to think with clarity at all.

“What? What am I doing now?”

Then Liam backed away from you, so far that you couldn’t reach him now. Suddenly you felt too cold, too unprotected of the harsh breeze that went between you two. You were absolutely confused and out of words, his eyes now didn’t let out a single feeling for you to try to read, and before you could get words out of your already opened mouth, he spoke.

“Get some rest, the mender should be here in no time,” and just like that, he was gone.

What the actual fuck. You asked yourself as you stared at the door with an astonished expression, and a disappointed, turned-down heart.

…

You were fine now, after a week of rest, the pain had completely disappeared, and your energy was back at the top as you excitedly tied the laces of your riding boots, getting ready to finally be able to go on a ride without the ultimate danger of your pain making it way too difficult to hold on. It had been Luainthr, your dragon, who suggested you didn’t step a foot on one of his scales before you fully recover. He had been worried for you, even if he wouldn’t straightforwardly say it.

The door of your bedroom sounded with three simple knocks, and so you strapped your last dagger on your boot before you stood up from your bed and walked towards the door.

Once open, Liam’s tall frame and beautiful eyes looked down to yours, and you abstained yourself from frowning as he took a deep, nervous breath.

You hadn’t seen him since that day in the treating room, when he had you left so abruptly with a knot on your heart and head.

“Liam, what-”

“I made you this,” he didn’t even let you finish speaking when he handed you a little wood-carved necklace.

You almost gasped at the beauty of the hand made magnolia.

Your favorite flower.

“Liam, this is…” You looked up at him with stars of gratitude shining in your eyes, making him smile as well. “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. To replace the cursed one, I guess,” you couldn’t help but laugh while putting on the beautiful necklace.

Magnolias symbolized endurance and perseverance, both things you had clung onto so tightly since you got here. In one of your late night talks, you had told Liam about your love for magnolias, you hadn’t thought, tho, that he remembered up till now.

“Liam…” You said with a sigh, watching as his shoulders were tense and he sucked in a breath, there was something bothering him, you saw how his blue eyes mimicked a relentless ocean and knew immediately something was up with him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry,” he said with a sigh, finally getting something he apparently really needed out of his chest. “For how I left the other day, and for not coming to visit you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why did you leave like that?” He looked away from you, only giving you more reasons to be curious. “Liam, what is it?”

“Because…” He blurted out, seeming to struggle with his words.

Watching Liam flustered like this was something you had never expected to see. He was overly confident, cocky. He flirted his way out and in of everything. He was the best cadet in your year, the best fighter, simply; the best. But here he was, at your door, all flustered and appearing to be a wreck of nerves.

“Because I had to leave you,” there was a certain pain in his eyes that made you feel a crush in your own heart.

“Why?” Your voice was more of a whisper than you anticipated.

“Because I didn’t wanted to kiss you when you were like that, and I desperately wanted to.”

The words struck late in your head, and your eyes widened as they finally did.

You saw it then, how he so desperately wanted to kiss you now too, but you hadn’t said it yet. That you wanted it just as bad.

So you grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and dragged him inside your room, closing your door with your boot before you pushed your lips to his.

His hands wrapped around your waist immediately as yours grabbed both sides of his face. And the most wild, desperate kiss you had ever given took all the rational thoughts completely out of your head.

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” he moaned in a rasp voice when you both needed some desperate air, nipping your lower lip and making you moan as well.

“Took you long enough,” your voice was just as shaky and out breath when you spoke.

Liam smiled in your mouth, and kissed you deeply again, once, twice, grabbing the back of your neck and tilting your head up, stroking gently but somewhat so possessively your jaw.

“It sure as hell did,” his low voice sent a shiver down your entire body, the sound reverberating in yours, causing heat to rush from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, curling them up, and building an insufferable pulse between your legs.

And he made sure to make up for all that time after that, bringing you to the depths of a pleasure you never thought possible before you had him worshiping every inch of your body.

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taybatwo2 · 1 year ago

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My G3 Frankie light repaints.

I haven’t sealed anything with Mr. Super Clear yet, so things are a bit shiny. More pictures under the cut.

Basic G3 Frankie I repainted their lips to a more similar pink color used in their outfits, painted their fingernails, and lightly restyled their hair to look more like their show counterpart. I also added real piercings to all of my Frankie’s eyebrows (it looks muuuuch better in my opinion). Their new skin color and color pallet have grown on me (I really miss their neck bolts though). I love their robotic leg too and their increased height.

Coffin Bean Frankie has an interesting face up (mine had lots of hot pink paint splatters on their face when I got them-luckily acetone fixed that). I feel like their Skulltimate Secrets’ hat went perfectly with this outfit, added some black and silver paint to their finger nails, C+F to their robotic leg’s heart, and then I added a lot more paint to their shoes.

Surprisingly, the Ghoul Spirit dolls have been some of my favorite of Frankie, Cleo, Torelai, and Draculaura (I like Ghoul Spirit Clawdeen’s hair length and center part, but their make-up is meh and their insistent use of poly brings down their doll for me). It would have been perfect if they had flocked their shaved side (if I ever get an electric grass applicator, I’m definitely doing this). I repainted their lips to match I <3 Fashion Frankie’s (my favorite from G1), painted their earring, added black to their nails, and a bit of a black wash to their robotic leg, along with “Cleo” to the inside of their heart doodle on their leg. Also, the skullete’s on their collar came off the second I handled it. I could add some silver to the studs on it, but it’s fine for now.

I added paint to a bunch of their accessories to help their details pop. Frankie’s newer shoe molds are getting pretty detailed (like the little franken-monster and a bolt of lighting on their Skulltimate Secret shoes). Their bags are meh, but I really like the bolt earrings and their phone case.

Since Coffin Bean Frankie came with a silver, wingless Watzie, I decided to turn it into a Watzit (I might make some wings for him later). I was really happy with how his little stitches came out (especially on his tummy and around his eye), and tried to paint it to look like his mouth was open too. Watzie also got some additional paint to match his animated/concept drawings a bit closer. I really like the size and stylization of most of the pets in this generation too in comparison to their G1 counterparts (not that I disliked them, these just feel a bit more cohesive to me).

#repaintbyaleta #doll restyle #doll repaint #toy collecting #toy collection #toy collector #doll collection #monster high #monster high frankie #frankie stein #frankie stein g3 #frankie stein doll #frankie Stein reboot #frankie stein reboot #monster high g3 #monster high gen 3 #mh g3

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babyhatesreality · 2 years ago

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hi friend!! i love ur work so muuuuch, you have no idea!! i literally check everyday if you post something 😭 i think i'm obsessed with you atp 😭 but it's my birthday today! and i was wondering what baby or the daddies are like during baby's birthday and how they celebrate!! 🎂 it's probably so cute and chaotic and baby doesn't shut up about it for days or maybe daddies get too excited and go waaaay overboard with the planning and decors bc they want the best for baby 🥺 ilysm and i hope you know you truly make my day 🤍

Hi back Nonnie Friend!! Happiest of birthdays, my darling!! Thank you so much for your kind words, they helped me immensely today, they were such a gift. Okay, I'm breaking my own rule here and skipping up in the line as I wanted to get this out on your birthday to give you a gift right back! (To all my other asks, please know you are ALL literally WIPs right now!!) Happy Birthday, Nonnie!!! <3 <3 <3

The Birthday Baby

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!birthday baby

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader's birthday, daddies going nuts (in the best way possible), super hyper excited baby, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

"I'm telling you, it's dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs was LAST week. THIS week it's My Little Pony."

"Okay, yeah, I'll give you My Little Pony this week, but she likes the Disney princesses better than the Ponies."

"Anyone can do Disney princesses at any time, we need to go with what she likes right now. And I'm telling you, it's My Little Pony."

"That's just a phase."

"Well, so were the dinosaurs!"

"She plays with them in the tub constantly, she's always stomping around the place roaring..."

"Oh, is that what she's doing when she does that? I thought that was Lion King."

"Wait...it might be dragons then..."

"No, she wears the dragon wings and the mask when she's a dragon. So I guess you're right. Wait- none of the My Little Ponies roar, do they?"

Bucky flopped back down on their bed with a groan. He couldn't keep up any more. He and Steve had been at it for what felt like hours, trying to figure out the theme for your upcoming birthday party. The trouble was, you bounced so quickly from favorite thing to favorite thing, they couldn't figure out what would make you happiest. They had tried asking you. It had gone about as well as the conversation was currently going. No one was able to make up their minds about anything.

"Buck, it's gotta be perfect," Steve said, running his hands up and down his thighs nervously. It was the only thing keeping him from bolting off the edge of the bed where he was sitting and pacing around the room. "It's the first time she's spending her birthday with us- we need it to be special and exactly what she wants."

Bucky sat up, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. "Okay, Stevie, maybe we're going at this the wrong way. This may be nuts, but go with me. What if...."

And then he laid out a weird but potentially brilliant solution. And they both breathed a sigh of relief. Then got to work.

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The day before your birthday arrived, and you were running around like crazy, so excited for your party the next day. Papa and Daddy would only tell you that you were going to like everything at the party- they wouldn't give you any more details than that. Which drove you batty in the best way. You were constantly running from room to room, looking for clues, asking them questions, and spinning in circles in pure excitement.

"All my friends gonna be there, right?" you asked Steve for the umpteenth time. He smiled patiently and nodded.

"Everyone's coming, sweetness."

"Even Nicky?"

"Yes, even Director Fury," Bucky jumped in. "And I wouldn't call him Nicky, baby."

"It's my BIRFDAY, Daddy, I get to make da rules!" you said impishly, giggling at the idea of calling the tall, cool guy 'Nicky'. Bucky gave you a devilish smile back before scooping you up and tickling you.

"Yeah, that's not how that works at all," he teased while you screamed with laughter. Finally, when you seemed to wear out slightly, he set you down with a gentle pat on the butt. "Now go play. Papa and I have work to do."

"For my birfday??"

"Can't tell you, it's a surprise," Papa grinned at you. You just squealed in delight, knowing that was code for 'yes', and tore out of the room, cheering.

Steve sighed happily. "Well, she's gonna sleep well tonight," he joked as he listened to you running down the hallway to the playroom. His phone pinged. He pulled it out, then gave a short cheer at the message. "Last thing just arrived," he said triumphantly. "Sam's hauling it to the rec room, and he's going to help us set up after she's gone to bed."

Bucky rubbed his hands together gleefully. "We did it, Stevie, we got it all. Nothing more to get, it's all here. We did it." They both paused in their cheering when they heard your footsteps come pitter-pattering down the hallway again. You peeked in to see if they were still in there, and then gleefully jumped into the room, holding out a piece of paper.

"Lookit, Papa, lookit Daddy!" you said, holding up your artwork. "Lookit what the new crayons that Aunt Shuri sent me do!! The purples are SPARKLY!!" you squealed with joy, shaking the hastily drawn flower picture at them. "They SPARKLE!! Purple sparklies are my new favorite EVER!! I'm gonna go draw more flowers!" you shrieked in one excited breath before hopping out of the room like a bunny.

Steve and Bucky just looked at each other in panic. Steve recovered first, going back to his phone. It only took two minutes, then he sighed in relief again.

"Okay," he said, a touch of weariness in his tone. "Purple sparklies on the way."

Bucky shook his head in wonder. "Wow," he said, hushed, looking at the phone in Steve's hand. "This internet thing...so great," he mused. "I still can't believe it."

"SO helpful, right??" Steve said, nodding vigorously along with his husband's wonder and appreciation of modern technology.

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The next day was one that you would remember forever.

You had excitedly but nervously held onto both your daddies' hands as they took you down to the big Avengers room where you all had your inside parties and holidays and stuff. They were watching you with big (and nervous) smiles on their faces as you entered the room, just the three of you. You stopped in awe at the sight that awaited you.

The room looked like it FAO Schwartz had exploded. There was a little bit of absolutely everything you loved, tucked into every nook and cranny of the room. There was a pin-the-tail-on-the-My-Little-Pony game, an inflatable dragon perfect for someone to bounce on, a dinosaur pinata, a coloring station, a lego station, a Disney princess dress-up costume rack- the list went on and on. Along with pops of colorful streamers and bunches of balloons with lights in them. It was a joyous cacophony of color and imagination. You walked around slowly and softly, your eyes wider than they'd ever seen them before, touching everything reverently as you took it all in. After a lap around the room and seeing a bit of everything that you loved, you turned to them.

"IT'S PERFECT!!!" you screamed joyously, before hurtling yourself into their arms.

The rest of the day was a brilliant blur.

Sam was the first one to arrive, and scooped you up in the biggest hug possible, whispering in your ear that you two would go flying the next time that he babysat and giving you a big kiss on the cheek. Bruce and Natasha arrived next, losing Wanda and Pietro instantly as you grabbed the other littles' hands and pulled them into your Wonderland. Natasha just laughed, seeing how entranced and excited you were.

"You two did it, you nailed it," she praised, playfully slugging Steve on the shoulder. "Although I will say you may have gone just the teensiest bit overboard," she said, an eyebrow arched playfully.

Bucky shrugged as Steve blushed. "I seem to recall a certain couple hiring and flying out Sokovian acrobats to put on a show for the twins' last birthday," Bucky tossed back playfully at her. Bruce chuckled low, putting his arm around his wife.

"He's got us there, love," he said, grinning at her.

Tony, Pepper, and Peter arrived soon after, causing all you littles to shriek with joy and pull Peter into the melee, which he joined happily.

"Wow," Pepper said simply, smiling and trying to contain her giggles at the craziness surrounding her. "You guys really outdid yourselves!" she said heartily. Tony looked around, then sidled right up to her.

"You DO realize that I am going to throw this in your face absolutely every time you accuse ME of going overboard for Pete," he said in his nonchalant tone, gesturing to the fantastical play land. Pepper just rolled her eyes and smiled.

The whole gang was quick to arrive after that. Nick, Maria, Rhodey, Thor and Jane, Darcy, Scott and Hope, Loki, Sylvie, and Prince Loki, Clint, Laura and all their kids, including Kate. Laura came and found you right away, giving you a huge hug- she always gave the best hugs ever.

"Happy Birthday, angel!" she said, squeezing you tight.

"Tank you, Aunt Laura!!" you said, giggling. You latched onto her hand, pulling her to the refreshment table. "Lookit, Papa and Daddy got me a COOKIE CAKE!!"

"Oh wow, that is so great! And so YOU!" she said, teasing and tickling you. You squealed in laughter before the gang called you back to play, and you took off running. Laura looked at the table. The paper dessert plates seemed to be a mix of Frozen, Phineas and Ferb, and purple sparkly ones. She tilted her head and looked up quizzically at Steve and Bucky.

"Internet," they both said, looking very proud of themselves.

"Ah," Laura said simply, nodding with a polite smile.

After a loud and raucous time, after the cookie cake was devoured and all the presents opened and all the games played, everyone went home. Steve and Bucky had gotten clearance to clean up the next day so they could spend this entire day focused on you. As they were getting you ready for bed, they got grateful texts from every caregiver in the Tower- all the littles were worn out from all the fun and had gone down easily.

You were the same- happy but exhausted from all the excitement and activity. "Best birfday ever," you murmured before your "I love you"s, a final squeeze to each of them, and falling asleep, tucked in between the two people who wanted to give you the world- and delivered today.

#daddy stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve rogers #daddy steve #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve x little reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader

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comfeeeeeeee · 7 months ago

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Day 0: got the bird pills(custom canadian goose hybrid), wish me luck :D

Day 7: pinkies hurt a bit and heel melted away. put rolled socks under it to walk. also got some dot appearing, which should be the feathers?

Day 14: its getting hard to walk or wear clothes. my legs hurt a bit but my arms-wings feel amazing (◕o◕ )

Day 24: a feather opened! also my legs changed quite a bit, the upper leg shortened a lot while my lower legs grew to replace them. im not used to walking with them but it feel absolutely euphoric, i love them so muuuuch ;-;

Day 30: MY NECK STARTED TO GROW TOO!!! its a bit painfull but the feeling is incredible, i cant help but move it all the time :D. if i didnt had things to do i would just run around all day. also a lot of feathers opened, they are so long, for a while it looked like i was going for being a porcupine but no, things are getting somewhere slowly ^^

Part 1(here) - Part 2(soon)

if y'all read this, i love y'all animal hrt tf so much, i really wanted to do my own too, hope y'all like it ^^

#furry hrt #tf art #furry #animal hrt #tf sequence

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teawinx · 2 years ago

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(That's just a suggestion if you decide to made sirenix,hope you like it💓)

Krystal could have the original sirenix design(but with original wings),but in water she could have a tadpole tail + glowing yellow stripes on her hair

Roxy could have prototype sirenix design,her wings could be small asf(like MW wings),when in water she could have a jellyfish tail and torso + glowing red tattos and in the tail + the wings disappear underwater

Selina could have basically the same that the trix,all the dark parts are dark red and the light parts are green,she also could be more monster likey(like shark teeth)

Just a little explain about the sub-colors

Krystal ↔️ Selina

Roxy ↔️ Krystal

Selina ↔️ Roxy

I do have my own plans and ideas for hypothetical sirenix/mermaid designs for them (Mermaid tail Sirenix is CORRECT and SUPERIOR who doesn't love mermaids?)

But but but

The three honoring each other with each other's colours? Divine. I love that so muuuuch

Thanks for the suggestions!!

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angelfoodscake · 2 months ago

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AAAAUUAUAUWYWGQHAHAVAHJ !!!!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺i know u already showed this to me before but OMGGGGYHHAK 🥹🥹🥹🥹

THEY LOOK SOOOOO CUUUUUUTEE I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAQ THEM SO MUUUUCH THE PINK AND PINK WINGS ARE TOO CUTE …. THANK YOU SOO MUUCHXHCHC

Happy birthday, @angelfoodscake!

#GUUAAAAUAUA #the nimbi wings are so genius……..#things for me

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chuckaf · 4 years ago

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sarah walker: spy life versus real life

#chuckedit #chuck #sarah walker #chuck x sarah #nbcchuck #parallels #tvedit #mine #ofc she is still a spy in the latter but the difference omg #mainly she is such a DORK!!!!#yes this is my bi-monthly Sarah Is A Dork post #she pretends to be super smooth and yet #huge dork #those stupid angel wings sksks and the flappy arms OH SCARY SPIES lord sarah #you have been TRAINED you should be able to lie better sksks #like she did to chuck in the truth sigh #but ugh i love her so muuuuch #her glow up to her expectations and everything she'd been taught i weep

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glorywaited · 4 years ago

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☽ / @vinterdronniing : 😘 (all the smooches!!!) SEND 😘 TO KISS MY MUSE !! ( accepting !! )

HAVING TO HIDE STILL GRATES ON HER NERVES -- she doesn’t think they should have to ( she’s well aware of why they must ) -- though the princess never gets tired of surprise kisses in forgotten, quiet hallways between footsteps bound for the next royal duty of the day.

it catches her off guard today -- a quick, alarmed exhale leaving before red lips are captured by the guard’s so perfectly. widened eyes flutter closed, melting into her girlfriend’s arm wrapped around her waist. && the eventual parting is met with disappointment ( oh, would that she could simply stay && be graced with her soft lips against hers, fingers so comfortably && purposefully placed against her body ) -- quiet sigh illustrating that before exchanging for a soft smile held toward the other woman.

❝ meet me in the garden tonight ? i won’t be late tonight -- some things got pushed back, so i’ll have extra free time for once. i just...i want to spend it with you. ❞

words are sealed with her own returned kiss -- quick, gentle but passionate as her lips press to hers, wanting anything but to break away from her again. unfortunately -- yet again -- duty calls && the life of a princess is a constantly busy one ( a fact she never really regretted until she’d met elsa ).

#vinterdronniing #「 🌙 ◜ au: princess cassandra of corona ◞ go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling 」#「 🌙 ◜ in character ◞ you'll find me waiting in the wings 」#「 🌙 ◜ answered ◞ yet every horizon seems near 」#[ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i loooooooooooove theeeemmm ]#[ CASS JUST LOVES HER GF SO MUUUUCH ]

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reynie-muldoons · 3 years ago

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'A Bunch of Smart Orphans' liveblog!

Oh Reynie's a BABY. I would die for him.

I LOVE THE OPENING STOPPPP

STOP BULLYING REYNIE STOPPPP

HI AMMA

Ohhhh my gosh they kept Tamil

lmaooo I read that water polo is the Sport Of Choice and I kinds fuckin love that

Waitttttt she's been saving the ad for him 🥺🥺😭 I'm soft

That shot of Stonetown with the sunset is too pretty

THE MISSMATCHING SOCKS LMFAOOO

he has so much doubt 🥺

They're both so CUTE.

HI NUMBER TWO, MY BELOVED,,

oh heyyyy one pencil and one eraser

FISH??? 😂😂

LMAO SHE JUST WALKS TF OUT LIKE A GODDESS

CLOUD DRESS CLOUD DRESS CLOUD DRESS

Ooooh cheating time

Is that a giant jar of pickles? 😂😂

Hahahahah and it's one of the loud creaky pencil sharpeners too, we've all been there

Oh shoot they changed Reynie purposefully sitting in front of Rhonda so he wouldnt be tempted

Number Two, my love, pickle brine is not a beverage 😂😂

PUZZLE TIMEEEE

STICKKYYYYYY

KATE HAHAHA

THE GREAT KATE WEATHER MACHINEEEE

"Have you never seen a bucket before?" Fuck off 😂😂😂

WAIT did they take out the chess question 🥺🥺 I'm fucking sad bros

Wait they added more than the OG 3 which passed? I mean kinda more realistic

HI MILLIGAN, HEY DAWG

HAHA KATE

AWW, did they take out the riddle of it? The tiles are all squares

Okay Krista is an ass

OH pffft they made them slightly less squarish

Ooooh basement time

Why's the Mr. Leapfrog still with them? Get rid of the straggler lmao

Is this the sewer scene Seth loved 😂😂 he talked about it in all his interviews

They did a whole flashback sequence for the mill pond? 🥺

"I'm back." PFFFFT

MAZEEEEE

LMAOO Kate calling the straggler out

Hi Rhonda 😌

5 minutes? Damn

Ohhhhh she can only take the first 3, got it

Squiggly arrows? OHHH BRAILLE

that's smart

Okay so Dewey's an asshole too

LMAOOO KATE YOU BIG SWEETIE

HI MR BENEDICT

"OH! Hello!" Pffffft

"Muuuuch better in all ways"

Hi Connie girl lmaoooo

THE PENCIL COAT

Maze picnic? MAZE PICNIC

AYYYYY narcolepsy

"Constance apparently" I died when that was in the trailer

RIP Boatwright Acadamy

Empath Reynie AU is living, that fic was too good

Hahahaha Sticky and Mr. Benedict bonding over the science wing

They aren't gonna wait until they all agree to explain? Damn, okay

He's so cute fucjing STOPPPP

"You. Are. NEEDED." 😭😭

Is.. is he gon fall asleep? Poor buddy, he calmed down a little. I love him so much

AWW REYNIEEEE

WAIT DID THEY KEEP RECRUITERS IN THE MAZE?? DID THEY????

But they didnt agree to anything yet?????

#mbs liveblog #a bunch of smart orphans #mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies #mbs disney+

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amalthea9 · 1 year ago

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AAAHHH IVE NEVER SEEN THIS ONE I LOVE IT SO MUUUUCH!!! 😍😍😍

@professorlehnsherr-almashy @ariel-seagull-wings

#RRR Fanart #totally imagining me taking this photo

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years ago

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13, 17 & 33 couples questions for dragon and wolf? <3

It is somft hours on this day! X3 And I am glad for it since that is what my brain, so let's roll it around like PlayDough! >:D

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

So, the hardest thing for Fane is to feel loved, or rather, to feel he deserves love. Everything warm, everything gentle, Fane feels he doesn't deserve those things because of what he's done in the past, both mortal and draconic. And I will stand by the consensus that Solas is an extremely gentle and loving lover because of how he approaches specific situations, calm and patient. Sometimes, the only thing that helps Fane feel a little more warm, a little more alive, a little more deserving is for Solas to sit with him, speak no words, and simply allow his presence to be felt. It's what Solas did when Fane was a dragon. He would find Fane, nestled away and spiraling further and further into his warped nature, and just assure the other there was somebody that understood, that cared. Intimacy in presence. That's Solas' go-to for Fane, and Fane's go-to for Solas. Neither of them pressure themselves onto the other, knowing boundaries and restrictions. They don't press for the sake of pressing. Solas will sometimes goad Fane into opening up, but only after watching him and deeming it is the only way to quell the tide of darkening thoughts. And Fane wants to assure Solas that he will always be by his side, that he will never again leave him to suffer or grieve alone. Their love is vocalized by existing within the other's sphere because mere presence was all they had years upon years ago.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do for the one you love, is to just let them know you are there, no words, no touches. Just simple existence and shared breath. That's what I adore about how Solas and Fane's relationship developed. I never expected it to go just so, but I'm glad it did. :3

17. Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

Fane and Solas are both creatures of solitude. We all know Solas was alone and relishes in solitude, content to observe happenings through visions in the Fade or from equally as curious spirits. Fane spent most of his earlier mortal years traversing the forests, eager to be free from the people he felt no kinship to, but somehow looked like, content to let nature dictate his path and his thoughts because he only found himself allowing them to spiral and wilt like fauna.

So, if Fane is having a hard time, from memories, from his nature bashing against the confines of his duality, from the world they had wrought, he'll want to be left alone because those are moments he needs to work through himself. Solas can only help him reconcile with his identity so much, and Fane doesn't want to make his sky do all the work of piecing him back together from scratch. Fane is going through his own path of self-discovery and there are some battles he has to face alone. Words are hard for Fane, so unused to being able to speak them and even more unused to the being heard, so he ends up doing a lot of things without saying what he's about to do or why. Solas understands this and gives him space because when Fane says, "Leave me be.", he knows there's a war raging on against a spirit so bright and a mind so dark.

33. Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

Solas and Fane are fiercely protective of each other, but they try to hide that side from one another because they are true depictions of the wolf and the dragon that they embody. Vicious, dominant, and occasionally, vindictive towards whoever dared step into their territory.

Solas felt jealousy heavily during Halamshiral because he knew the ebb and flow of courtly intrigue and how one so adverse to it could be swept in its raging current, destined to drown and be eaten by the sharks that swam in its depths. Fane wasn't an oblivious fool during the Winter Palace. He knew the steps, although unrefined and somewhat clumsy, but he faltered at times due to the corruption in the place and the masks stunting his abilities to read eyes. He would stumble at heavy flirt by a Duchess or Duke, Comte or Comtesse, playing into their hands because his mind couldn't decipher how to act. They would chance touch, a brush of their hands against his arm or hand, tempting with power, oozing with influence. And how did Solas react when he'd see those touches, hear the filth spew from mouths that knew nothing but decadence? Well, a wolf's bite is worst than their bark. Briala's agents weren't the only ones in the palace that evening, and if a few nobles found their reputations in tatters, their extravagance ripped out from underneath them, and perhaps a bit of blood dribbling out from under a ridiculous mask, then the wolf was on the prowl and the shadows were its den, safe for none but it.

"Are you all right, vhenan? You appear out of sorts."

"This place makes my head spin and my stomach roll, so yeah, I'm 'out of sorts'. I'm just glad that Comte finally left me alone. I was about ready to snap his neck."

"Strange. He had obviously been infatuated with you all evening."

"Tch. Infatuated? More like idiotically naive, but when I last walked by him he seemed...terrified? Was that what I saw? Ugh, I don't know."

"Mm, I would not worry about it. Perhaps the shadows of this place proved too daunting is all."

"...What did you do?"

"Nothing. I have merely been standing here all evening, watching the machinations and enjoying the wine."

"Mm-hm. Well, I'll leave you to it...ma fen."

"Hm. Hunt well, ma'isenatha."

Fane's jealousy, or rather, protectiveness comes out around any Dalish they might encounter. Truthfully, Fane isn't much of a jealous type; he's protective, devoted, merciless to things threatening the one person he loves above all else. Most Dalish are more concerned over Fane than Solas, and that's how Fane wants it. He knows how the Dalish have treated his sky in the past, how they've attacked him for only offering the truth, and that will not stand any longer. And if some reason, some ridiculous reason an idiot clan member would chance trying to get closer to the sky, then the dragon defending it would spread its wings and bear its fangs. Warped perceptions be damned, cool nature denied, intervention assured.

...Okay, maybe Fane is a jealous type, but he's a dragon. They protect their hoard. :3

All in all, Fane and Solas know the other would never entertain another, but some instincts, some traits are merely instinctual, written in blood and bone, and that's why they try to keep their respective beasts at bay. Their actions regarding each other is born from not wanting to lose each other again, and they'll do anything to make that wish a reality.

Thank you so MUUUUCH! <3 <3

#ask #asks #oc: fane lavellan #solas #solavellan #dragon age #i am now imagining solas literally wrecking the winter palace subtly and confidently #ohhhhhh #not outright murder but just cunning manipulation #hm-hm-hm~#fane is more outright murder *side eyes*#thank you again! and I am going to do your other ask here soon about the character break down! Just have to let my brain rest first! X3

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ash-trash · 3 years ago

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💗💥☀️🌙🌺 for all your ACTIVE RP charr.

Oh my! To keep this from going overboard, I’m going to keep this to Charr that are participating in active guild or open RP! Let’s get started...

Sela Lunarstep:

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Oh gosh, there’s so much to ramble about! Sela’s actually not my oldest EU character, she’s younger than Kurra by a smidge, but she’s definitely my favorite! She’s currently having a pretty rough go of it, but I really love thinking about her “private” life outside of Warband stuff - she gets into tussles, makes jewelry, all sorts of exciting things! :3c Sela’s name comes from, shocker, the Greek moon goddess Selene, while Lunarstep has changed a bit over the years. Originally, she was a shadowstep thief build, which is where the Lunarstep came from, but now it’s more of a... she’s always at the front of the pack, leading the charge, sort of deal. :p

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Sela is garbage at dealing with anything related to her own vulnerabilities and weaknesses, aha. She’s built up this huge facade of bravado that fixates on her being the perfect soldier and the best Legionnaire and so she has a huuuuge amount of trouble asking for (or accepting) help, or admitting that she can’t do something. Vulnerability is a big no-no and so naturally, although she does well with the more maternal relationships within her Warband, she really struggles with anything that veers towards the romantic. As far as hating to feel something, she hates to be embarrassed or humiliated, again related to her own pride and confidence.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

I’d say that she does a pretty good job of taking care of herself, but she absolutely puts others before herself. She prides herself on taking care of her warband and spoiling them and that often translates to making sure they get the lion’s share of the goodies while she scrimps. That said, she does have enough of an ego to feel that she “deserves” the good stuff, so she generally takes care of her own needs pretty well. Except sleep.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Hmmm, stuff that’s overlooked... well, her favourite colour would be purple, season would be fall (she likes the milder weather and really enjoys the autumn leaves), flavorwise she loves spicy things (honestly, just because she’s trying to show off and be tough) as well as deep rich flavours... More obscure stuff might be: Her favourite time of day is late night, favourite bunk is the bottom one, favourite horn is her upper right one, favourite instrument would be the flute (she tends to prefer her music in the higher ranges - piccolo’s up there too!), and favourite cheese would be a nice heady parmesan.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

Sela’s pretty happy with her body as it is, but there’s definitely a few changes she’d make. As much as they’d get in the way, she kinda wants bigger horns, and definitely bigger teeth. She’d love to be even more flexible than she is, and she’d like some extra muscle and definition to her legs. Wings would be nice, but definitely not all the time. Shapeshifting, of course! That would come in so handy!

Graf Towercleave (Yes, he still counts >.> ):

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Ah, Graf, my old man... Graf is definitely one of those characters with the most fleshed-out backstories, especially in how it affects him nowadays, and all the traumas and memories that come with it. I don’t remember the inspiration for his first name, but the second part was because he was originally designed to be a WvW Firebrand in his off-time (which... never came to fruition, oops), so Towercleave. I’m really excited to see the next step in his journey, though it coincides with my own journey in such a way that I do find myself getting emotional about the good-byes... ;w;

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

I’d say that Graf doesn’t really do well with a lot of the “non-Charr” emotions/feelings: any sort of romance, faith, or selfishness. He’s learned to deal with them in others, to be sure, but they’re still fairly alien to him. I’d say that as far as things he experiences that he struggles with, it would be the trauma of his past - whether it’s something that he experienced in the Sieges, or in his time with the Vigil, he... doesn’t do well with being “scared”, or not in control.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

He does good at taking care of himself, though perhaps a bit more spartan than is strictly necessary, because that’s what he’s used to. He’s been a soldier his whole life, through and through, and he knows how important maintaining his equipment, including his body, is. He does a good job at keeping himself in shape and healthy, though perhaps to a detriment of not allowing himself many luxuries (except for warm baths, those are always welcome). Although he does consider others, he usually tends to leave them to their own devices, except when he decides they’re too young/naive/bullheaded to do it properly, such as a certain blue-haired warbandmate.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Favourite food would be some good old traditional charr chow. Grilled meat, lots of special sauce, no fancy frou-frou to mess with it. Maybe some cheese. As far as colours, although most of his life tends to be filled with red, he’ll admit to liking a nice deep dark navy blue the best. The sea has been a rare treat for him, and he enjoys it when he can. Favourite season would have to be winter. Although he doesn’t care for the snow and cold and slush, he likes the way it makes the world slow down. He likes that everyone hates it together, I suppose. Some more obscure ones... his favourite flavour of pie is strawberry, his favourite place was a small grove in what is now the Dragonbrand - nowadays, it’s probably the Hero’s Canton, because it has the most nice memories without bad ones to taint it.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

Honestly, he’d mostly just... fix his current one. Make it less old, less achy, less stiff. Shapeshifting and the rest of it sounds like a lot of faff. He wishes he had a third set of ears so he could hear humans better. Maybe another pair of arms to hold more things.

Naphtha Seizetar:

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

But I ramble about her so muuuuch, FINE. For any newcomers, Naphtha was originally a villain in a Lunar plot that met a gruesome end, but I loved the concept so much that I had to remake her (a sort of AU, what-if-her-life-turned-out-different) as a good girl. I’ve actually got a sort of spooky story in the works with her (and at the rate I’m going it might be spooky season before it’s ever finished) that’s going to give her a bit of development with her magic because right now the poor girl is a dummy and would rather play with pressure cookers.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

A lot of them, probably. Naph is a sweetie but she doesn’t do well with a lot of “serious” things. She likes being left alone to her own devices and is still getting the hang of the much-more teamwork oriented Seize group. So I guess emotionally, uh, things like teamwork and codependence and responsibility, whatever emotions those are. As far as hates feeling, she really doesn’t like feeling like she’s wrong (ironically). She doesn’t like feeling like she’s being irrational, or that she’s not justified in what she’s doing.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

She does not. Naph is the kind of gal that would go weeks without showering, live off of corn chips and stale marshmallows she found under the couch, and develop a 12 coffee a day habit so she only has to sleep once a month. Naph does not take very good care of herself at all, and she takes care of others even less. She’s not necessarily inconsiderate, she just... as above, doesn’t do well with the whole teamwork thing and kind of figures that she can take care of herself, so everyone else can too. As far as pampering herself, she rarely goes above what’s “necessary” as far as self-care, but on the rare occasion that she did decide to treat herself, she’d get a lot of fancy soaps and oils and just... go to town on her fur and spend like a whole day grooming and scrubbing and getting the years of grime out of there until she’s as soft and fluffy as can be.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Favourite food would be mushroom anything. Probably her favorite ever is something she had in Lion’s Arch one time, some sort of pasta dish with mushrooms and squid ink - it was salty and savory and rich... Her favourite colour would be brown (well, she’d say black but as far as actual COLOURS), and her favourite season would be fall. She likes the spoopy season, and enjoys cronching the leaves. More uncommon things, her favourite shape is octagon, her favorite simple machine is the screw, and her favorite animal is the carrion devourer.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

She would absolutely go all out and give herself big ol’ bat wings and like 3 more sets of horns and huuuuge fangs and way bigger claws and a pointy tail and SPIKES and probably a third eye on her forehead... heck yeah.

Elda Throatchop:

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Ahhh, Elda. I included her mostly because I wanted to talk about her and also she’s sort of gotten sucked into a few open-ish things lately so she totally counts >.> She’s another NPC-turned-character from Lunar’s Drizzlewood plot, this time a generic helper NPC that was supposed to get killed off but Lunar actually did well enough that she survived, and helped them through the final fight. Aesthetically, she’s actually based off of the Pokemon Obstagoon, which is where her last name comes from as well. Sort of. I’ve honestly had the idea for a Blood engineer in the back of my mind for years now and Elda is absolutely not that! She’s not at all what I would have made had I set out originally to make a Blood engineer, but I love her anyways and I’m really enjoying her.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Elda hates feeling loneliness. She doesn’t mind being alone, and she can handle that just fine - she likes her private time to tinker or work on projects or test the latest whatever, and she probably does better on her own anyways, but she... needs to know that there’s people there for her if she wants/needs. She doesn’t like being isolated. As far as stuff that she doesn’t know how to deal with, probably regret? She’s so far operated on a kind of “live hard die young” sort of deal (and she almost did, dohohoho) and so when missed opportunities or regrets jump out at her, she’s not really sure what to do about it. It never spurs her to action so she’s kind of just left there staring at it like “so... what now?” and it kind of shuts down her whole mojo for a long time.

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

Elda takes decent enough care of herself. Not exemplary (she’s not out here practicing yoga or getting enough fiber) but well enough! She eats regularly and gets enough sleep and bathes often, so she’s doing pretty good! Although she doesn’t regularly put anyone above herself, she would do it for certain people, like her friends or family. She values them and their role in her life enough that she’s willing to self-sacrifice to make them happy and keep them around. When she does want to treat herself, she tends to splurge a little on some shiny new tool or toy, often with the excuse that it’s for work and it’ll help her be more productive, but she knows that it’s just because it’s bigger and shinier and has an extra spanner or something.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Her favourite food would probably be things that are kind of finicky and interactive, so poultry wings, or artichoke, or shellfish. She’s not really picky about flavours, though of course she likes things meaty. Her favourite colour is obviously red, though she’ll admit to a fondness for pink as well. She never understood why humans attach so much meaning to it - pink’s cool. Her favourite season is definitely summer - she likes the clear skies, the bright weather... More random stuff! Her favourite Bop-It command is Twist It, her favourite style of soda pop (if such a thing exists in Tyria, I dunno) is Dr. Pepper, her favourite sport is wrestling, and her favorite piece of clothing is her belt buckle, which is made from the melted down remains of her first gun.

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

Elda’s pretty happy with how she is, but given her choices, she’d like to be quite a bit taller and a bit bulkier. She wishes her teeth were a bit pointier, and she always wished she could grow a longer mane - she wants to have a big spiky mohawk too. As nice as wings or shapeshifting would be, it seems like having too many things would just get in the way.

#Thanks for asking!#Long post #Sela Lunarstep #Graf Towercleave #Naphtha Seizetar #Elda Throatchop

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