#Lala Stores

[neinecaticorn]

✨SANRIO TOWN✨ Full build

The final video of my Sanrio Town series.

This stop motion includes all the buildings that I've already uploaded these past weeks plus a Sanrio hospital, a book store, candy store, cafes, etc.

(This build contains more than 7GB of custom content which makes it not functional to play so I will not upload it as it's unplayable. I did it just for fun and to inspire others that like to build cute things).

Thanks to all the amazing cc creators! @sims41ife @hydrangeachainsaw @algu-sims @sims-kkb @jennisims @simdertalia @mechtasims @lin-dian @bknysimz etc

[sparkleinjection]

bonus grips ples dont let this flip i spent a bajillion years on it

[pcktknife]

I have yet another draculaura

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Even if I extract one orgasmic symphony every day we have been apart after we reunite

I will keep going.

[tainted-liquor]

'Watch Your Fucking Mouth! ...₊˚⊹♡ Ft. 42Miles

...˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

e42!Miles Morales x Autistic!BlackFem!Reader

ingredients: Sugar, Lemon zest, n a lil bit of smiles!

TWs: 'ual harrasment, Miles choosing violence, cussing, bullying

A/N: this is designed for blackfem readers on the mild to moderate end of the autism spectrum. NOT every autistic person is the same, but this is specifically modeled based on MY experience with autism, because this is how I see the world. Enjoy

Reader has a kirby/retro games special interest btw

For the past 7 months, you've been dating your beloved boyfriend, Miles Morales! Of course, this was way easier said than done. Miles had a permanent stone face, a smooth and focused voice, and struggled to describe or depict his emotions. Regardless of that small barrier, he made every effort in the world to make sure you understood where he was coming from. By now he had a pretty good understanding of what to do and what not to do, even going so far as developing somewhat of a routine with you.

You were walking hand in hand with Miles, listening to him recall his day before you briefly paused to look at a cute little shop housing tons of adorable plushies, but most importantly Kirby plushies. Miles stopped, watching as you stared down the cute little sleeping Kirby in the window. Miles chuckled to himself, finding the whole ordeal adorable as you ripped your eyes away from the display window. "You want that plush, huh?" He asked, leading you back in the direction of the tiny store as you nodded eagerly. "Aight, c'mon. Go get it" he nodded as his heart throbbed in his chest while he watched your face light up.

You left the store with 2 new action figures that you fought to pay for and several Kirby plushies. "Happy?" he asked, smiling subtly as his hand found purchase right in yours. "Mhm! I fucking love Kirby man he's just so...cool!" you beamed, rocking your arms side to side with joy. "Aight, c'mon. I gotta get you home before your mom blow my top off" he chuckled, rolling his eyes with faux annoyance as he led you home. "'Kay. Can you walk me to school tomorrow, please?" you asked, gazing into the paper bag holding your merchandise.

"Of course, mama. You want me to bring you a croissant from that bakery?" He asked, watching your side profile with a soft smile gracing his features. "Yes please!" You beamed while rounding the corner to your house. "I think when I get home I'm gonna play with my kitchen set or something...that shit was fun" You giggled as Miles pretended to help you up the stairs like a bodyguard, pressing his imaginary earpiece and muttering an 'all clear'. You waved goodbye, peppering every inch of his face with kisses and tiny bites.

The next day rolled around within the blink of an eye, prompting you to do your daily routine of a hot shower and self-care. You quickly touched up your Fulani braids, slicking down your edges and adding pink star clips to tie the look together before throwing on your uniform, mentally cringing at how the waistband felt against your stomach. You charged down the stairs with your backpack, waiting on the couch for a couple of minutes before getting a text from Miles informing you that he was outside. You flung the front door open, immediately smiling as you caught sight of your boyfriend. "Hey Miles!"

"Hey. I gotchu your croissant, c'mon" he smiled as he gestured behind him with his head. You locked your front door, walking alongside him as he handed you your food and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You walked the entire way to school, giggling like children as you showed him some dumb 'school tea pages' on your phone. "Niggas be irritatin'...HELP LOOK AT THIS ONE!" you guffawed, tears clouding your eyes as you showed Miles a 'lala bop' video. His eyes widened, jaw hanging open as he read the caption before bursting out in laughter.

"Nah that's TRAGIC...how you 15 with 17 bodies? That's fucking CRAZY!" He gasped, shaking his head in disbelief as you made your way into school. "Aight, Imma see you during 3rd, okay?" He reassured, giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking in the direction of his advisory. You waved bye in between bites of your croissant as you skipped over to your advisory, ready for another boring and dull day of school. You hated the constant cycle of sad blue and white days, praying that something would spice up the day. Well, you got your wish! It just wasn't what you were expecting...at all.

Miles walked through the halls, scrolling through your Instagram on his phone before deciding to make a slight detour to the bathroom. He huffed in annoyance as he saw a small line leading out of the boy's bathroom, opting to lean on a neighboring locker while he continued to mind the business that paid him. "YEO! Miles!" Someone shouted, prompting him to snap his head towards the noise. He locked eyes with his friend Terrence, smirking slightly as he dapped him up. "What's good witchu? You trynna skip 1st period?" Miles asked as he tucked his phone in his back pocket.

"Yessir. Who the fuck bouta be up at 8 AM doing math? They must be fuckin' stupid or some shit, like. Fuck is you talkin' bout" Terrence complained, rolling his eyes with an obvious grimace. "Nah, I feel you. I just do the homework they posted cuz fuck I needa go to the class for if you post the lessons?" Miles grunted, dawning the same grimace as his homie. "Bullshit, that's what it is. But YO! I heard from niggas that you dating what's her name now?" Terrence poked, smirking slightly. "Y/N," Miles corrected "And yes, that's my girl. Why?" He asked, furrowing his brows slightly and turning his head to the side. "Okay, I see you my boy. Her shit mad yurky too I understand" Terrence joked, elbowing Miles slightly with a...disgustingly lustful expression.

"Pardon?" Miles asked, leaning his head towards the shorter boy in an attempt to make sense of his previous sentence. "I'm sayin', she got a body on her. Can't be there for the personality, that bitch a fuckin' geek, just tell her you trynna hit!" Terrence giggled. "Yo, Terrence. Watch your fucking mouth" Miles spat, feeling anger and rage bubble throughout his veins. "My bad gang, I assumed you was in it to hit it! C'mon man, don't tell me you like-"

BOOM!

There was a universal wave of "OHHHH!" and gasps. Splotches of blood littered the floor as the metal locker dented slightly. "Say it again. So I can fuck you up, c'mon" Miles grunted, delivering a disgustingly heavy kick to Terrance's head. "No te quedes callado ahora, vamos" He giggled, leaning back against the locker like nothing ever happened. The news took absolutely zero time to get to you, considering you were two rooms down from the actual fight. "Fuck" you whispered, mentally preparing yourself to have to yell at your boyfriend for two hours.

"MILES FUCKING GONZALO MORALES! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WHY WERE YOU EVEN FIGHTING THE NIGGA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" You screamed as soon as Miles showed up at your bedroom window after school. "Baby I'm not gonna subject you to the shit he was saying, but just know it was for you" He cooed, subtly ignoring the fact that you were practically berating him in real time as he mushed his cheek against yours. "DO YOU EVEN HEAR ME RIGHT NOW?" You yelled, ripping his face away from yours as you held his jaw in both hands. "Yes, 'm sorry. I swear I am, but I do not like when niggas talk about my girl" he grunted as he rolled his eyes. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you called upon your ancestors to give you the strength to deal with this boy.

"Look, I can handle myself. Don't do that shit again, aight?"

"Yes my love."

Taglist:

@ashsostrange @chessbox @faeriesoiree333 @janaeby @an1bara @fivestardior

[konigceo]

super shy !!!

lala's notes : finally a little something to my fav♡

cw : fluff, könig x gn!reader, assume u guys live together !!

könig, who loves you so much. you're the light of his life!! but for the love of god, he can't express it :(((

he tries so hard!! he just wants to pepper kisses all over your face, to make you feel loved, but always ends up chickening out or feeling embarrassed about it :(

so he tries a different way. he contantly gives you small gifts, like a snack from the convenience store, a few bracelets, your favorite cut up fruit! the little shy smile you give him, thanking him always makes his chest fill up eith happiness, a smile tugging on his face (he's too cuteeeee)

könig loves you, from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't bear losing you. he hopes you'll understand that he's simply too shy to initiate the first act yet.

so the majority of the time, you're the one to run up to him and give him tight hugs, to grasp onto his hands in a crowd, to press a small kiss to his cheek. his face feels hot whenever you do, and könig is sure you can see it.

könig loves being close to you, feeling your warmth radiate against his skin. in fact, he might love it a little too much♡

[6ayonetta]

Recently came across an amazing rhythm game called Bust a Groove ( & Dance Summit 2001) and wanted to imagine Retro in these games.

Age 27

Gender Female

Occupation Store Vender, "Journalist", and alien believer

Blood Type O

Star Sign Taurus

Dance Style Old School Hip-Hop Example of her style

Jammer Attack She takes out her camera and blinds her opponent with a bright flash.

Retro is a firm believer in extraterrestrials and is constantly looking forward to be the first person to interview one. She's trying to retrieve the groovetron to contact more alien life (Kiki & Lala actively avoid her). When she's not on the hunt for aliens she runs her shop selling clothes and trinkets she makes hoping one day she'll make her big break becoming a well-known blogger journalist.

[chronicbeans]

Sibling Time! (A Wally Darling x GN Reader Short Story)

You are trying to babysit your little sibling, but it seems like an odd puppet keeps showing up in their favorite show, Sesame Street.

TW: Obsessive Behavior, TV Hijacking

Your parents are out, once again, so you are now forced to take care of your five year old step-sister, Mary. It's always been a bit difficult to connect with her, considering that you are an adult and she's a toddler, but you both have one thing in common: you both like puppets.

As such, you don't mind watching her favorite show, Sesame Street, with her. Even though you are more interested in the puppetry than the characters, like she is, it is still enough to keep you engaged. Even better, it gives you some time to go on your phone, and look up your most recent interest.

You found a weird website about some lost media. It's a show called Welcome Home, which people are trying to recover. They've gotten a lot of stuff recovered, too! Old advertisements, interviews, art... though, there have been strange happenings around the website. Odd links, hidden pages, even secret messages. It's intriguing.

"Lala lala lala lala Elmo's World!" "Look, (N/N)! Elmo!" Mary points at the screen, grinning widely. She bounces up and down with joy in her seat on the couch. You chuckle, nodding and shuffling in your seat next to her "Yes, it is! I wonder what he's got in store for today?" You look back to your phone, looking at the Welcome Home website. The picture of Wally Darling on the homepage seems a bit off. It is almost like his smile isn't as wide as before. You pay no mind, however, thinking that it might just be a glitch or update.

Suddenly, Mary taps your shoulder. You look down at her, raising an eyebrow at her frowning face. "Is something wrong?" She nods, pointing to the screen "A ghost is haunting Elmo's home!" "What?" "A ghost with big hair! Look!"

You look at the screen, shocked to see that it's... glitching? There is an array of brightly colored pixels covering the corners of the screen. The show seems to be playing, mostly, as normal with Elmo chatting away. You can tell what Mary thinks is a ghost, though, as you see it move.

It looks like a show, or more specifically, a character is bleeding through the broadcast. You can't see the colors, but you can see the outline as is distorts the picture on screen as it moves. Everything within its silhouette is pixelated. Usually, you would chalk it up to a broadcasting error, like the show accidentally playing two episodes at once. You've never seen this character in the show, though...

Is this a television hijacking?

You don't know, it you don't want Mary to wait and find out. Most TV hijackings are a bit unnerving, weird, or overall just not appropriate for young children to see. You pick up Mary, carrying her to her room and saying "I'll figure it out. For now, how about you go draw a picture for Elmo?" She nods, smiling nervously. "Okay! I'll draw the ghostie, too! Maybe the ghosties just needs a friend?" "Sure! You can draw the ghostie. Be sure to leave the ghostie a nice message, too!" You drop her off in her room, hand her some snacks, juice, paper and crayons. Then, you go back to the living room to investigate.

Your eyes widen at how distorted the screen has become. It's practically just static, now, with the faintest silhouette of a character. As you step a bit closer to the screen, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You quickly take a peek at the website, seeing that the homepage has now definitely changed. Wally Darling is now completely gone. There isn't even a black silhouette or cut out of him. It's like he was never sitting on the rock in that picture. Same with the cast all sitting at the bottom. Wally just... disappeared. Even the little pixelated Wally is gone!

You look back to the TV as you hear music. Your brain begins to put two and two together. As insane as it sounds, the only explanation you can think of is that the disappearance of Wally on the website has to do with the TV's glitching. Why?

Wally Darling has now appeared, clear as day, on your television screen.

You quickly call your friend, holding the cellphone to your ear as he picks up. "Ed, I have no time for hello. Turn on your TV to Sesame Street!" "What? Why?" "I need to check something. Turn it on!" "Okay...?"

You stare at the screen as the yellow puppet waves at you. You hear the sounds of Sesame Street from the other end of the line. "(Y/N)... It's just Sesame Street. Why did you want me to do this?" You grow quiet, realizing that it must just be your TV that is being affected. "I'm sorry... I just uh... I just wanted to see if an error I'm having is just me. Thanks for helping, though! Goodbye!" You quickly hang up.

"Hello, neighbor! Where's Mary?" Wally looks around, standing in a void of silent static. His voice is a bit muffled, almost like he is talking through water. When he speaks, you can also hear the faintest sound of the Sesame Street episode continuing in the background. In the static, you can see a few, vaguely silhouetted hills and houses fading into sight. You can just barely make them out, however.

You cross your arms, immediately growing defensive and concerned at the mention of Mary's name. Yes, it could possibly be a different Mary... but as far as you know, this broadcast is only being shown to you. You can only assume that, whoever is showing you this, is talking about your sister. You take a step back, getting ready to go get your sister and leave the house. The person showing you this most likely can't see you at the moment, so you still have time to leave and call the police from a safer place-

"Neighbor, where are you going? Don't leave me! I'm spending so much energy trying to make this work!" He lurches forward, placing his hands against the screen. You even hear a sound similar to someone hitting glass as his hands hit the screen, like some sort of window. You flinch away, shocked. "I need this! I know I can trust you to bring me- us back!"

You tense up. This is strange. Now that you know he can see you, tell that you didn't say anything... you don't know what to do. You swallow thickly, saying "You... who are you?" His grin seems to, somehow, grow wider. "Don't you know who I am, neighbor? I'm Wally Darling!"

He leans against the screen, his pupils widening as he stares at you. "You really should know who I am... You look at me all the time! You read about me all the time, too!" In the background, the familiar buildings of the neighborhood fade in. Home, Barnaby's house, Frank's house... they're all there.

Wally spins happily, before saying "I want you to be the first viewer of our reboot, neighbor! I trust you to have a good eye for content... You take care of Mary so well, so you must be good at knowing what is right for children, these days." "Why me? Why not someone else?" "It MUST be you! It can't be anyone else! I have been carefully looking through each person to see who would be perfect for this!" "Okay... But I'm not getting Mary to watch it." "That's alright, neighbor."

He steps back, clearing his throat. Then, he puts on a winning smile as he says the opening line "Hello, neighbor! Welcome Home!"

[fennecfiree]

hc dump queued from june lala

Craig hates clothes tags

Kenny wears Kevins old clothes, Karen wears kennys old clothes

Sheila mostly shops at thrift stores

Cartman is a GIANT,, like, hes a fatass and hes rlly tall

Kenny gets cold very easily, partly because hes very malnourished from not having much food

Kenny has a lot of scars

[dreamer1084]

I find some people want to know how to find Japanese Natsuyuu's New chapters online. So I try to explain how I bought them. I live in Hong Kong, and I usually buy e-books from Renta! with Visa card.

↓ First, you need to create an account.

↓ Choose the last one.

↓Enter your Email

↓Then check your email, click the link

↓Enter your password, PN, sex(M/F), date of birth(YYYY/MM/DD)

↑Pass the '規約に同意~' button to login.

↓In order to use Renta, you need to buy 'Points'

↓Choose how many points(ポイント) you want to buy. Each volume of Lala is around 450points. And each volume of Natsuyuu is 480points.

↓Enter your credit card number, name, exp date, security code and pass 購入する。

When you are all done, you can start your shopping by using your points.

Pass here if you want to buy Natsuyuu volumes. Pass here if you want to buy Lala magazine. (not LalaDX) Of course, you can also buy other books that you are interested.

↑Equal amount of points will be deducted when click the XXXポイント button. A new window will show up, or just click 読む to read them.

Important note: Natsuyuu is only serialized in odd-numbered months of LALA magazine. Most of the e-booking stores only contain the newest 6 mouths of Lala Volume. When the older volumes are expired, people who have not bought them will not be able to buy them.

But bought volume will still show up in user's library and can be read in Renta!.

If you don't like Renta!, there's a lot of Japanese e-books stores you can choose (I also like using Honto, but it's a bit complicated if you don't understand Japanese). Just google 'how to buy Japanese ebooks' and you can find a lot of tutorials. But please check whether those stores accept foreign credit cards. Also, Amazon is NOT recommended because its platform is region restricted.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Steve:Do you know why I put you in here?

Lala: *sitting in a chair too small for her* *May or may not be in a timeout* *mumbles something*

Steve: Louder

Lala: because I ate your brownies

Steve: Lala... you ate pot brownies... they're not MINE, HOW COULD YOU EAT THOSE

Lala: The plate at the store said "Delicious brownies!"

Steve: LALA THEY SAID SPECIAL, HOW DO YOU MISREAD DELICIOUS AND SPECIAL

Lala: Stop being mean, I'm dyslexic

Steve: No you're not!

Lala: Well yeah but ✨️ Dyslexia is a state of mind ✨️

Steve: Buck... remember when you were about to throw me off a bridge?

Bucky: Steve.. wha-?

Steve: Can you finish that job right now?

Bucky: Steve I swear TO GO-

@that-punk-from-brooklyn @iwasmadetobeasoldier @fluffycows4life

//a little elaborate but seems cannon//

[rentheknightgale]

Making themed posts with th1ns0, d1ets, rulez, playlists and quotes. Working on Kuromi rn, what sanrio character should I do next.

Heres characters/themes I have in store for the future (vowels replaced to avoid bleeding into fandoms from search):

cybern3kos

Vocal0ids

You smell of dead flowers

(animal) boy/girl/NB

specific p0kem0n

ha4to

Abrahamic demons

Radiation

S0n1c the hedg3hog

T0kidok1

y2k

scen3

g0th

l3gend 0f z3lda

Mar10 characters like pr1ncess p3ach and r0silina

M0nst3r h1gh

f43

p4ranorm4l

yami/nursecore/hospitalcore

the l1ttle pr1nc3

v1k1ng

dr4gon

s4lior

astr0naught

traum4core

r4diation

specific d3mons

p1xel asthet1c

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[peachdues]

Heyyyy I’m hoping you can help a girl out. I recently finished uni and will be starting work soon (yay!!). But I’m in desperate need of new clothes that 1) are work appropriate and 2) look cute. I love your style and your vibes immaculate, are there any clothing stores you’d recommend?? I want that dark academia, witchy look that you pull off so well!

I hope you’ve been well and had a lovely weekend, wishing you the best!!

Good morning, lovely!!

Congrats on finishing uni! That’s so much work, and you should be proud!! I’m very happy to help give a few places for shopping ideas 🤍 it took me a few years to build up my wardrobe, but you can definitely get a good base going. Just remember accessorizing is the most effective way of catching the witchy/dark academia vibe!

The following places are where I get most of my basics — tops, pants, etc.

Abercrombie & Fitch — definitely a good place for basic tops. I’ve been trying to get my hands on those tailored pants for AGES and they’re always sold out.

H&M — another good place for basics, and you can get pure cotton shirts here. Also, I have several blazers from here that have lasted a few years.

Old navy/the gap — i swear by the pixie pants in both the skinny and flare styles. So good, so versatile. The Taylor wide leg trousers also are amazing! Also get blazers from here

Express — GREAT for suits. I have suits from here that I’ve had for YEARS.

Banana republic — I usually shop from the warehouse so it’s cheaper, but they also have great sales!

Now, these places are where I get my more styled/individual pieces from.

Dressed in Lala — a little expensive so I only add a piece from here like once every few months.

Disturbia — love the embroidered trousers and I love the cropped button ups.

Wolf & badger — I shop here MAYBE once a year. These are definitely investment pieces.

I also regularly check out department stores — Macy’s and the like — because they carry higher end designers and usually have sales going on! I’ve found gorgeous pieces there that I’ve added over the years, and they’re incredible quality.

Happy shopping!

[cleolinda]

Hello Kitty (Sanrio, 1987)

So my very first perfume was a tiny bottle from the Sanrio store when I was about seven years old.

I will stop here to say that the reason I love reading perfume reviews, especially user reviews on Fragrantica, is that they are 90% Proustian reveries. Scent is so difficult to describe—“It smells like strawberries.” Okay, but what do strawberries smell like? How do they smell different from cherries? You opened your mouth (or the keyboard on your phone) just now to tell me, and then you stopped because you know, but how do you explain it in words? You see what I mean. So people end up describing the things a fragrance reminds them of, the places they were when the scent enveloped them, the objects it lingered on, the time it occupied. We write about fragrance like ghosts. Scent is so difficult to put into words, and yet it evokes memory so powerfully: dreamy little snapshots of people’s lives.

This ghost has a little red bow on its head. So the company that makes Hello Kitty, Sanrio, had an entire flourishing store of sparkling pink and apple-red back in the '80s, in Alabama, and it was my favorite store (I nearly said "it was paradise," but that might be overstating it. Toys'R'Us was also pretty sweet). I loved Hello Kitty, but also My Melody (the rabbit with the pink hood), Little Twin Stars (Kiki and Lala, if you please), and later, Spottie Dottie (a Dalmatian who also loves pink), as well. I had a pastel blue and pink Twin Stars pencil box that was one of the treasures of my life, and a similar jewelry box—a smooth rounded cube with two drawers and a lid compartment, in which I kept chunky plastic rainbow rings. Tiny colored pencils, strangely scented erasers, shiny locking diaries—I loved to just wander the store with my patient mother, whether she actually let me get anything that time or not.

However, one of the things I did get was a tiny bottle of perfume. This was very important to a seven year old: a perfume of mine own. My mom would later give me those grown-up sample vials that sometimes came with her makeup purchases from the mall, but this was something sweet and innocent and fruity that smelled like me.

I still have it—it's long gone off now, winy in the bottle and powdery on my skin—and as I got older, I really wanted to find an adult equivalent. But it was so… generically sweet. I had no idea what it was supposed to be. Eventually I started to puzzle it out… some kind of fruit blossom? Cherry? Apple?

And then I started trying Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab samples. I discovered a now-discontinued one called The Hesperides: "Sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple." It smelled almost exactly the same, just, you know… grown-up, with oakmoss. My Hello Kitty perfume had just been a simple, candyish apple scent the whole time.

And then I remembered, the key to everything: Hello Kitty is five apples tall.

[tainted-liquor]

'Watch Your Fucking Mouth! ...₊˚⊹♡ Ft. 42Miles

...˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

e42!Miles Morales x Autistic!BlackFem!Reader

ingredients: Sugar, Lemon zest, n a lil bit of smiles!

TWs: 'ual harrasment, Miles choosing violence, cussing, bullying

A/N: this is designed for blackfem readers on the mild to moderate end of the autism spectrum. NOT every autistic person is the same, but this is specifically modeled based on MY experience with autism, because this is how I see the world. Enjoy

Reader has a kirby/retro games special interest btw

For the past 7 months, you've been dating your beloved boyfriend, Miles Morales! Of course, this was way easier said than done. Miles had a permanent stone face, a smooth and focused voice, and struggled to describe or depict his emotions. Regardless of that small barrier, he made every effort in the world to make sure you understood where he was coming from. By now he had a pretty good understanding of what to do and what not to do, even going so far as developing somewhat of a routine with you.

You were walking hand in hand with Miles, listening to him recall his day before you briefly paused to look at a cute little shop housing tons of adorable plushies, but most importantly Kirby plushies. Miles stopped, watching as you stared down the cute little sleeping Kirby in the window. Miles chuckled to himself, finding the whole ordeal adorable as you ripped your eyes away from the display window. "You want that plush, huh?" He asked, leading you back in the direction of the tiny store as you nodded eagerly. "Aight, c'mon. Go get it" he nodded as his heart throbbed in his chest while he watched your face light up.

You left the store with 2 new action figures that you fought to pay for and several Kirby plushies. "Happy?" he asked, smiling subtly as his hand found purchase right in yours. "Mhm! I fucking love Kirby man he's just so...cool!" you beamed, rocking your arms side to side with joy. "Aight, c'mon. I gotta get you home before your mom blow my top off" he chuckled, rolling his eyes with faux annoyance as he led you home. "'Kay. Can you walk me to school tomorrow, please?" you asked, gazing into the paper bag holding your merchandise.

"Of course, mama. You want me to bring you a croissant from that bakery?" He asked, watching your side profile with a soft smile gracing his features. "Yes please!" You beamed while rounding the corner to your house. "I think when I get home I'm gonna play with my kitchen set or something...that shit was fun" You giggled as Miles pretended to help you up the stairs like a bodyguard, pressing his imaginary earpiece and muttering an 'all clear'. You waved goodbye, peppering every inch of his face with kisses and tiny bites.

The next day rolled around within the blink of an eye, prompting you to do your daily routine of a hot shower and self-care. You quickly touched up your Fulani braids, slicking down your edges and adding pink star clips to tie the look together before throwing on your uniform, mentally cringing at how the waistband felt against your stomach. You charged down the stairs with your backpack, waiting on the couch for a couple of minutes before getting a text from Miles informing you that he was outside. You flung the front door open, immediately smiling as you caught sight of your boyfriend. "Hey Miles!"

"Hey. I gotchu your croissant, c'mon" he smiled as he gestured behind him with his head. You locked your front door, walking alongside him as he handed you your food and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You walked the entire way to school, giggling like children as you showed him some dumb 'school tea pages' on your phone. "Niggas be irritatin'...HELP LOOK AT THIS ONE!" you guffawed, tears clouding your eyes as you showed Miles a 'lala bop' video. His eyes widened, jaw hanging open as he read the caption before bursting out in laughter.

"Nah that's TRAGIC...how you 15 with 17 bodies? That's fucking CRAZY!" He gasped, shaking his head in disbelief as you made your way into school. "Aight, Imma see you during 3rd, okay?" He reassured, giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking in the direction of his advisory. You waved bye in between bites of your croissant as you skipped over to your advisory, ready for another boring and dull day of school. You hated the constant cycle of sad blue and white days, praying that something would spice up the day. Well, you got your wish! It just wasn't what you were expecting...at all.

Miles walked through the halls, scrolling through your Instagram on his phone before deciding to make a slight detour to the bathroom. He huffed in annoyance as he saw a small line leading out of the boy's bathroom, opting to lean on a neighboring locker while he continued to mind the business that paid him. "YEO! Miles!" Someone shouted, prompting him to snap his head towards the noise. He locked eyes with his friend Terrence, smirking slightly as he dapped him up. "What's good witchu? You trynna skip 1st period?" Miles asked as he tucked his phone in his back pocket.

"Yessir. Who the fuck bouta be up at 8 AM doing math? They must be fuckin' stupid or some shit, like. Fuck is you talkin' bout" Terrence complained, rolling his eyes with an obvious grimace. "Nah, I feel you. I just do the homework they posted cuz fuck I needa go to the class for if you post the lessons?" Miles grunted, dawning the same grimace as his homie. "Bullshit, that's what it is. But YO! I heard from niggas that you dating what's her name now?" Terrence poked, smirking slightly. "Y/N," Miles corrected "And yes, that's my girl. Why?" He asked, furrowing his brows slightly and turning his head to the side. "Okay, I see you my boy. Her shit mad yurky too I understand" Terrence joked, elbowing Miles slightly with a...disgustingly lustful expression.

"Pardon?" Miles asked, leaning his head towards the shorter boy in an attempt to make sense of his previous sentence. "I'm sayin', she got a body on her. Can't be there for the personality, that bitch a fuckin' geek, just tell her you trynna hit!" Terrence giggled. "Yo, Terrence. Watch your fucking mouth" Miles spat, feeling anger and rage bubble throughout his veins. "My bad gang, I assumed you was in it to hit it! C'mon man, don't tell me you like-"

BOOM!

There was a universal wave of "OHHHH!" and gasps. Splotches of blood littered the floor as the metal locker dented slightly. "Say it again. So I can fuck you up, c'mon" Miles grunted, delivering a disgustingly heavy kick to Terrance's head. "No te quedes callado ahora, vamos" He giggled, leaning back against the locker like nothing ever happened. The news took absolutely zero time to get to you, considering you were two rooms down from the actual fight. "Fuck" you whispered, mentally preparing yourself to have to yell at your boyfriend for two hours.

"MILES FUCKING GONZALO MORALES! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! WHY WERE YOU EVEN FIGHTING THE NIGGA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" You screamed as soon as Miles showed up at your bedroom window after school. "Baby I'm not gonna subject you to the shit he was saying, but just know it was for you" He cooed, subtly ignoring the fact that you were practically berating him in real time as he mushed his cheek against yours. "DO YOU EVEN HEAR ME RIGHT NOW?" You yelled, ripping his face away from yours as you held his jaw in both hands. "Yes, 'm sorry. I swear I am, but I do not like when niggas talk about my girl" he grunted as he rolled his eyes. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you called upon your ancestors to give you the strength to deal with this boy.

"Look, I can handle myself. Don't do that shit again, aight?"

"Yes my love."

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Character Dump Time!

Figured I'd keep an up to date primer on all my OCs, since some of their details have changed.

(Updated as of 1/29/2025)

Fayne dus Tempas

Age: 24

Race: Au Ra

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Cis Woman

Jobs: Machinist, Gunbreaker, Dark Knight, Viper

A victim of Garlemald's horrid war march, Fayne was inducted into the Imperial Military at the young age of 11 to serve as a test subject for what would eventually be the stepping stone for the Hypertuned project. Together with the other "volunteers", Fayne would be subjected to grueling training, abuse, and horrific experimentation all culminating in the perfect squad of highly trained yet ultimately expendable soldiers. As time went on, and as her comrades fell in pointless suicide missions, Fayne and the only other surviving member of the squad would break away from the Empire amidst the civil war, taking refuge in Terncliff after it's liberation at the hands of the Warrior of Light. From there Fayne would make a name for herself taking on highly dangerous jobs alone and coming back with nary a scratch. After receiving a mysterious job to track down a rogue voidsent Fayne would find herself in Tural, unwittingly walking to a new, brighter future.

Ayami Sparrowsong (formerly Ayami Tsukimori)

(current main)

Age: 22 (post EW)

Race: Lala Ra (half Lalafell, half Au Ra)

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Trans Woman

Jobs: Black Mage, Red Mage, Summoner, Pictomancer, Reaper, Samurai

Born as an Au Ra to the Tsukimori Family, Ayami had a rather rough childhood, something that reached a head when she ran away from her home at the tender age of 11. Her lonesome journey took her to Ul'Dah, where she'd live on the streets until Cocobuki of the Thaumaturge's Guild took pity on the girl, bringing her inside and changing her life forever. Eventually she would hear the call of adventure and set out with her best friend Mel in search of glory.

Throughout her journey, Ayami has gone from a meek, unassuming adventure to a veritable force of nature. She would also transform from an awkward Au Ra to a confident Lalafell thanks to a rather potent Fantasia. Rather than seeking fame and fortune, Ayami instead used her new form to fake her death, leading the world to believe that Ayami Tsukimori perished during the Final Days.

Now going by the name Ayami Sparrowsong, she wanders where her heart may take her, taking in the sights and knowledge that she stumbles across.

Mel Sparrowsong (Formerly Memello Mello)

Age: 25 (post EW)

Race: Dunesfolk Lalafell

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Cis Woman

Jobs: Machinist, Gunbreaker, Dark Knight

A Sharlayan runaway, Memello (often simply Mel) grew up as a magitek prodigy in a family that had no care for the machines. In a fit of desperation, frustration, and fear Mel stole as many supplies and gadgets as she could from a gleaner store house and caught the quickest boat to Eorzea, hoping to start a new life using her skills. While Mel had nothing to her name her prowess made waves that would soon reach the ears of one Cid Garlond, who would quickly offer the young girl a job at the Garlond Ironworks.

She would eventually cross paths with Ayami Tsukimori, irrevocably changing the course of both their lives. Some years later, they would set out together in search of adventure, hoping to strike it big. What they never expected was to be recruited to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, eventually becoming Warriors of Light.

Unfortunately, after Zenos took her leg and her confidence in their climactic battle at the edge of existence, Mel was left unable to continue her adventuring. This, followed by the loss of her love Crescent, Mel spiraled into a deep depression, one that she had only recently recovered from.

Fiorella "Crescent" Sparrowsong

Age: 20 (?)

Race: Elezen, Doll

Pronouns: She/Her (formerly they/them)

Gender: Trans female (formerly non-binary)

Jobs: Reaper, Paladin

Born to the Seventh Epopt of Troia 20 years before the Flood of Darkness, Fiorella was seen as an enigma by her people. Eschewing from the traditional norms of Troian society, Fio instead took up the blade, spending her life training to one day lead Troia's military. That day eventually came, and with it the Contramemoria...

When the dust had settled and the world was consumed, Fio took to floating aimlessly in the abyss of her world, her memories slowly fading until one day she stumbled upon a void gate with a voice that beckoned her forward; Hear, Feel, Think

Fio would find herself in the snows of Coerthas, body formed back into its original shape. From there, she would attempt to pick up the pieces and figure out just where she was and how she wound up here.

Years later she would fall to a great foe, seemingly leaving the mortal coil. In truth, a portion of her essence remained tethered to Ayami, allowing her to live on as a spirit. In time, through the combined efforts of Corin, Mel, and the Scions, Fio's soul was tied to a custom Doll body, allowing her a second chance at a true life.

Corin Sparrowsong

Age: 27

Race: ??? (Lalafell shaped familiar)

Pronouns: She/They

Gender: Intersex Woman

Jobs: White Mage, Pictomancer

An orphan left for dead by the mages of Mhach, Corin was found by the enigmatic Lady Fay and brought in to study the arts of White Magic in kingdom of Amdapor. There, she wiled away the hours, growing closer with her fellow apprentice L'Vinia. All seemed right with the world...

At least that's how the story was told to her. In truth, Corin was actually a familiar painstakingly made by Lady Fay to resemble the original Corin, the one who was to be her wife.

The one who died in the attack

So when Mhach attacked again, Lady Fay couldn't stand to see even a simulacrum of her fiance die, and so concocted a spell to fling Corin through time, leaving them with the words "I hope you can find someone kinder than me."

Lithryn Willowbough

Age: 1467 (linear age), 7552 (total age)

Race: Kaldorei

Pronouns: she/her

Gender: cis woman

Class: Hunter

Hero of the Alliance, Huntsman of the Hidden Path, Champion of Azeroth…

The Knife Eared Drunk…

A hero very far from home, Lithryn has taken to forming bad habits, making enemies with anyone she can, and just generally being a nuisance to those around her. But underneath her rough exterior is a woman deeply broken by the loss of her home, desperately trying to find some semblance of normalcy in a world so different from her own.

Proficient in at least a dozen combat styles and wielding magicks the likes of which no one has seen on Etheirys, Lithryn is a veritable force of nature when she fights, quickly ending engagements before they can even really start. Perhaps as time wears on she can find a place and purpose in this new world.