#Tempest. ( @lovepvnch ) // &&. SAILS. My love will laugh with me.

[silvertiefling]

&&. SHIPPING TAGS...

PLATONIC.

Iago. ( @accultant ) // &&. SAILS. Chaos. Cats. Crime.

ROMANTIC.

canon characters.

Astarion. ( @estarion ) // &&. SAILS. WELL DAMN! WE ALL GOT PROBLEMS!

Astarion. ( @starcunin ) // &&. SAILS. No holding back.

Harleep. ( @dvilsdesire ) // &&. SAILS. Two cats. One yarn.

Raphael. ( @fiendishfinesse ) // &&. SAILS. Deals & Diatribes.

Shadowheart. ( @sharransepulchre ) // &&. SAILS. Until my darkness goes.

dark urges.

Balasar. ( @bloodsoakedurge ) // &&. SAILS. We're odds & ends.

Ithaca. ( @faebhaal ) // &&. SAILS. Cannibal Girlfriends.

Puck. ( @bloodtwin ) // &&. SAILS. The Mutts.

Serkan. ( @murderreign ) // &&. SAILS. Hearts without Hands.

tav. / oc. / oc companion.

Azariel ( @asangel ) // &&. Holiness & Monsters.

Cassian. ( @crimesought ) // &&. SAILS. Weremutts.

Connor. ( @relentlessgrief ) // &&. SAILS. Two creatures in a pod.

Lithos ( @fellbless ) // &&. SAILS. See my heart is black.

Tempest. ( @lovepvnch ) // &&. SAILS. My love will laugh with me.

Vhaal. (@demonwebs ) // &&. Wolf Spiders.

[silvertiefling]

THIS WAS NOT THE OUTCOME Katya had imagined when she first decided to mess with her girlfriend. Yet, somehow, this always seemed to be the outcome that came about. Perhaps one day Katya would learn that she wasn't meant for pranks - because they all backfired on her. But today, apparently, had not been that day.

She was taken back by Tempest's sudden lunge and fell on her back as her girlfriend pinned her to give her matching whiskers. Which she only half-fended off, she didn't want to her her lover after all.

"H-Hey, fuck, wait! No! I don't need whiskers or face paint! Don't you dare!"

KATYA WASN'T AN EARLY RISER, but on the rare day she did rise at the same time as Tempest, she liked to watch her paint her face in those intricate lines she did every morning. But this morning - she wanted to do it for her. "Hold still - " she muttered as she painted the lines, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated with the swirly bits of her design. She wasn't an artist, but she was rather happy with the outcome - she had made sure it was swirly enough that it probably felt like normal designs. But it was actually a funny swirly cat face on Tempest's face. Because Katya was a terrible girlfriend.

How delightful! Tempest sits oh-so-still and quiet while Katya paints her face, trying her best not to let her giddy grinning get in the way of her girlfriend's work. Painting her face was a wonderful and crucial part of Tempest's daily routine- to share it with another is one of her greatest joys.

If she notices the mischievous glint in Katya's eye, she pays it no mind and excitedly scrambles for her hand mirror the moment Katya is done.

She gasps, turning her face this way and that to get a better look. If she was a more critical person, she'd have some things to say about the linework and weight of the strokes compared to her own hand and a lifetime of practice. But Tempest, of course, is nothing but overjoyed.

"Oh my goodness, I look like a colorful little kitten!" she exclaims excitedly. Whirling back towards her girlfriend, the monk practically lunges at her.

"C'mere, cutie, I'm giving you matching whiskers~"