#ak thorns x reader

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[anon: hello! i really love your johnny nsfw hcs!! so could you do nsfw alphabet with thorns from arknights with female reader? gender natural ready are ok!!]

sign me UP, one of my favorite operators of all time!!! i'll try my best, dear reader ;). i hope you dont mind that it's got a little less flair then johnny's, i try to make these alphabet's sort of. hold the personality of the character.

cw: nsfw, afab, mxf, little bit of praise, little bit of edging, not-proofread, whoops :P MINORS DNI.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ || ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man is a SAINT. He's attentive and loyal. Almost immediately once the afterglow has washed over you, he is carrying you to the shower, grabbing some essential oils, Epsom salt, anything he can to soothe your body. And if you have oripathy, he's going to be all the more gentler.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite has to be his hair. Yes, it ends up unkempt more often than not, but he enjoys it that way. He loves it especially when you run your hands through his hair, all soft like. He also loves it when you braid it for him.

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. How delicate they are, soft and smooth. He will always make an effort to hold them. Every damn chance he gets. He loves to hold them especially when your cumming. The way you squeeze his, dig your nails into his skin. Your lingering fingers will always do so much for him, it's hard not to double down then and there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will only cum outside of you, even if he wants avoid a mess. Even if you tell him you don't mind him cumming inside. He minds, very much so. And he'll always clean you up after. Always.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Some of those late, late nights he spends brewing up all sorts of potions and poisons? Yeah, he's made one elixir- of sorts- to boost his stamina specifically for you. So he can savor those rare moments he gets to have you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's about as experience as any average person is. A couple hook-ups here and there, but he could learn more. He's learned that in this world, there is no need for sexual experience. Not until he meets you, that's when he realizes just how valuable it is. As time goes on, he learns more and more. To the point where he knows exactly how to make you loose your control, every. single. time. It's almost scary.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He prefers spooning over all, but he also loves how weak he can make you prone. He gets to make you feel all good, all warm, and be as close to you as possible. He will always press himself up to you, he loves skin-to-skin contact. It's something that is a must for him. He loves feeling the vibrations of your moans against his chest. He also especially loves it when you arch your back into him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He takes sex seriously. Only things coming out of his mouth are praises, moans, and you. Its endearing just how focused he is on you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got some decent body hair, I think. It's hard to find time to shave, really. Some light chest hair, that leads off to a happy trail. Some light arm & leg hair as well. However, he keeps himself clean shaven down there, that's the one thing he has time for.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Fuck. This man? He makes you feel like the only girl in the world. The amount of attention and care he gives you, how he speaks to you, how he does everything just right. He knows your body more then you do. And you aren't complaining. Sometimes, it feels like it's straight out of those old romance movies.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off much. Once a week, maybe. But he doesn't have much time for it. Now, if he's in desperate need of sexual release and you aren't around, on a mission, or any of the sort, he'll jack off. And he fantasizes about you. Each and every time. A different fantasy, every time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

One thing. Shibaru. He's so into it. Such intricate knots, it's almost like chemistry. And fuck, when you let him do it to you, you can always feel his boner against your back. He loves how it extenuates your features, how vulnerable you look. You're at his mercy, all pretty and posed up for him. He can do it clothed, naked, however you want. As long as you let him. And fuck, if you let him jack off with you infront of him, tied up. He's going to be so vocal for you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers his bunk or your bunk at base. He will settle for a hotel, as long as it offers ample privacy. It feels much more sensual this way. Sometimes, he'll dim the lights and light some candles for you, too. Now you just need to get him to throw down some rose petals.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned before, if you let him tie you up in Shibaru, that's an instant turn on for him. However, it is as simple as leaning over him, and whispering in his ear that you want him. Those three words always turn him on. "I want you". So sensual, so scandalous, so perfect. If he wasn't worried about privacy and professionalism, he'd fuck you then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hates it when people play coy with him. You have to be direct, or else he won't like it. You can't tell him one thing, then do something else. He hates mixed messages.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn't mind it. He has no preference, really. If you tell him you want him to go down on you, then he's all for it. If you want to give him a blowjob, then he won't mind it. As long as it gives you pleasure, he won't ever mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He defaults to a steady pace. Sensual, slow enough to leave you wanting more. But if you ask for anything faster, he'll oblige. He hates getting rough with you, though. Hate to ruin that pretty body of yours. And if you want him to be slower? Then he's down. As long as you like it, he'll do it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a hard no. With the lives you two live, he knows it's a better way to get sex in, however he needs ample time to enjoy your body. It's a turn off for him, to say the least. Don't even think about suggesting it, the answer will always remain the same.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Also a hard no. He's comfortable as is, he knows what he wants, and he knows what you want. Some things, he may be okay with experimenting, but if it's anything that'll hurt you or tear you up in some way, he refuses.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about 3 hours, as many rounds as you want. As long as you're okay with it, and not winded. Unfortunate that he can't go all night, but the man has a habit of loosing sleep, and it'd be a shame if you wiped the poor man out. Plus, if you go through all his stamina now, how would you get a nice gift in the morning? Savor it, baby. Don't bleed him dry. Not yet, anyways.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really care for toys. At least for himself, anyways. However, if you have toys, he gets a little excited. He's once tied you up in Shibaru and held a vibe to your clit til your moans bordered on sobs. Only then did he stop. But you'll never forget that sinful look in his eye.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's the fairest of fair. He can't bring himself to tease you in any way. Well, he can't bear teasing you past jacking off in front of you, helpless and bound beautifully. However, if you tease him, he'll get pouty. Just a bit. Doesn't mean he doesn't like it. He actually enjoys it when you edge him. He's horrible at holding back, though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's relatively quiet. He prefers that the sounds he makes are strictly for you. Soft moans and even growls in your ears, face buried in your neck, whispering sweet nothings and praises while you take his dick. And he prefers if you're just a little quieter, too. Not that he doesn't love hearing your moans and just how good you feel, but he likes it if he knows no one can hear you or him. He's a little obsessed with privacy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's a switch. If he can switch positions with you any time, god, he's set. He also quite likes it when you peg him sometimes. As long as he gets to have the option of top or bottom every time sex occurs, he's happy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's a little bigger than average. Something that still slides in easily and makes you feel good without hurting you. He's a grower, too. 5.6" in length when hard, and about 1.4" wide. Uncircumsized, and moderately veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's moderate, he'd like to have you once a week, if possible. If he can't, he's okay with that. He knows the life you both lead is hectic and doesn't spare much time for intimacy of any the sort. If he isn't able to fuck you pretty in at least a month, then he's going to be a little irritated.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can't fall asleep until you do. It's an effect you have on him. Doesn't matter how long you're up, he has to make sure you're asleep before him. Although, that's more of a subconscious thought. It does reassure him, however. Knowing you've fallen asleep means the sex was good and he treated you right.

[thornnii]

⏤ ✦ ink spots

genre: fluff wordcount: 0.6K pairing: Carlos DeVile x gn!reader pronouns: they/them other: Y/N's parents aren't mentioned so can be from any family, no specific timeline but set during school years, implied AK!reader, no actual dialogue, established relationship warnings: one swear summary: for an art project Y/N has to incorporate ink into their piece, but it's not just the art that gets covered in ink thorn's notes: originally posted 01/Oct/2022; edited, this has a really shit and rushed ending

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The stark white canvas stared back at them tauntingly, a small yellow post-it note was stuck loosely to the table beside them. Y/N had jotted down the prompt given earlier in class on it: 'use ink in project'. Short and simple and to the point, not that that served to provide any inspiration now.

It was at that moment that their boyfriend, Carlos DeVile, entered the art room. In all honesty he had been looking for Mal, needing to pass on a message that Ben had given him. He didn't mind not finding her, in fact he was pleased to have found Y/N instead. Y/N too was pleased at his arrival, happily welcoming the company. Carlos's arrival had provided Y/N with some much needed inspiration, more specifically: his multi-coloured hair, the splattering of black in amongst soft white locks. Ink blots on a page or spots in a dalmatian's fur.

That was it! That was they would paint; a patch of snowy white fur using deep black ink to create spots and patches. It would take time and would probably beat them round the ass when it came to shading, but it was something and they would make it work.

It had been a day and a bit since Y/N's inspiration had dawned on them and they'd been making good progress. Carlos had stayed and watched for a bit before remembering why he was there in the first place and the message for Mal.

Now, though, the couple sat together deliberately. Finally it had come to the point when the painting part was finished and dried and all that was left was to add the ink. An inkwell full of deep black ink sat on the table in front of Carlos, who held onto it with a firm grip to make sure that there would be no risk of spillages, whether over the table or yourselves.

Y/N was using a calligraphy brush to draw with the ink; it kept the line neat and smooth as they used it carefully. Just as Y/N was moving the brush back to canvas after going for a re-dip a small drop fell from the tip and landed on the sleeve of Carlos's red, woollen sweater. As soon as they noticed the ink dropping, Y/N flipped the brush in their hand and began to apologise profusely to Carlos. Carlos didn't mind, sure it was annoying but clothes could be washed and he was used to way dirtier clothes back on the Isle anyway.

But as the two focused on his sweater sleeve, neither noticed ink began running down the brush Y/N's hand, slowly making its way down to their fingers. Not until Y/N felt it dripping down their skin. Now looking to their fingers they gave a short laugh, quickly putting the pen down in the inkwell, they quickly grabbed for some paper towels that they'd left to their side incase of this exact situation. But, of course, the ink didn't wipe away cleanly, leaving a large streak across their hand.

Finally the project was completed, left to sit on a windowsill to dry. Y/N absentmindedly drew shapes onto the table with their finger as they talked about this, that and the other to Carlos. As they were talking, Carlos picked up the fine brush from the ink pot and began drawing patterns on the back of his partner's hands. Y/N quickly noticed what he was doing, feeling the brustles drag across their skin, but they made no effort to stop his actions, continuing on as if nothing was happening.

At some point the roles reversed and it became Y/N that was drawing on their lovers hand: softly painting out the bones of his left hand.

It didn't take long until both of them had each of their hands covered in an array of doodles and were laughing away like idiots. Idiots in love.

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“...we meet again” | Perseus x GN!Bell/Reader | Part 2

 Requested by @justagenderfluidstuff​ 

Shoutout to them for helping me with Russian phrases!​

Warnings: Disorientation, foul language, mentions of blood, gunshot, death. 

A/N: This is set during “Identity Crisis” and “Ashes to Ashes”, with some alterations in the end. 

Part 1

“Identity Crisis“

Y/N “Bell” Y/L/N CIA Safehouse E9, West-Berlin March 14, 1981

After you’ve learned the truth, you had a choice. To reveal Perseus’ true location (Solovetsky), or give a false one (Duga). You were laying down on a gurney, nearly being blinded by the opertating lamp. It was as though you woke up facing the sun.

Your muscles tensed up all the way to your neck, as your mind registered the bondages around your limbs. The straps were so tight, they caused a friction burn on your skin. You tried to scan the room, but that voice stopped you.

“Hey!“ Russell said. He did not shout, but he definitely halted your train of thought. “Answer the question! Where is Perseus?“

Russel Adler was a clever bastard. He and his team was always so close, yet so far away from the prize. There was bare any hindrance that was too big for them. Even with their pragmatism, they were so hopelessly naive enough to believe one thing.

That you’d forgive them.

Those who almost took everything from you. Those who kept you hanigng by a thread with a false pretense of comradery. Those who would consider you to be a loose end.

You knew exactly what to do.

“He’s in Duga.“ You lied.

“Duga...” Adler repeated. “Sims, get Washington on the line.  Everyone else gear up.“ 

Russell untied you from the gurney and tried to help you up. “You’re still one of us, Bell.”

Or so he thought.

Sims and Russell were on the telephone, speaking to their superiors. When they weren’t looking, you slipped into the back room, where you found a radio. You activated it, getting Perseus’ soldiers on the line. “Let Perseus know I’m leading Russell Adler and to Duga and prepare for an ambush.“  “Yes, comrade.“ a Perseus agent replied.

“Ashes to Ashes“

Y/N “Bell” Y/L/N Duga-2 Radar Array, Khabarovsk Krai, USSR March 15, 1981

You, Russell, Lazar, Mason and Woods made your way to Duga. Nothing but thick forest surrounding the giant radio tower station.

The array appeared to be unpopulated. The Americans began to grow suspicious.

“There’s nothing here.“ Mason said. “This can’t be the place.“ Woods seconded. “What the fuck is going on, Bell? You fucking lied to us!“

The Americans all faced you. “Is that true, Bell?” Russell asked. “You led us to the middle of nowhere, Ukraine, just so Perseus could detonate those nukes?”

“You were a fool to trust me.“ you responded. “Americans are truly simple minded.“

“We did what we did for the greater good!“ Adler shouted.

“At least Perseus didn’t strip me of my identity.“ you bit back. You refused to yield to him. Not anymore. 

But then he said..

“Apparently, we didn’t do a good enough job.“

That was when you realized, you were right to lead them astray. 

You gave out your signal for the ambush. “I had a job to do, Adler.”

Before the Safehouse Crew knew it, an RPG went off right before them, impacting you as well.

A mysterious figure approached you and helped you up. “On your feet, comrade!” he encouraged you while handing you an AK-47- “Are you ready for a little retribution?”

You fought your way through your former allies. Your true adversaries.

You saved the worst for last. After picking everyone else one by one, you took a few deep breaths to finally face...him.

Russell Adler.

The architect of your misery.

The snake known as Russell Adler was defeated. He fled the scene for his friends and mooks to fight his battle.

“Come out, come out, you little rat!“ You taunted. You wanted to make sure he heard you. 

A misty red trail lead you to him, until all that was between you and retribution was a door. You opened it slowly, only to get taken back by the sight.

He, who had you wrapped around your finger during your time in the safehouse. He, whom you considered to be a brother in arms. He, who tried to turn you against you one true love.

He was reduced to a bleeding, withering mess, clutching to his bullet wound. “Glad to see you still care. You mind giving me a light?“

“No.“ You anserwed, shortly before shooting him in the head with your AK47.

He was not worth your tears. He did not deserve a long speech. Only to get snuffed out like an insignificant NPC (Non-Playable Character). 

“No hesitation.” The masked man pointed out. His voice was somewhat familiar “That’s what I always admired about you.“ 

You approached the man, having some idea who that might be. He took off his gas mask. “You remember my face, don’t you?“

You perked up, and your cheeks grew red. Even though you recognixed his voice, you couldn’t believe your own eyes. It’s him.

Perseus. You one true love.

He talked in the radio with a soldier on the other line. “Mission successfull. The thorn has been removed.”  “Yes, Sir.“ the soldier responded.

“To think, all this could have been avoided, had the nuclear bombs not been engineered in the first place” Perseus noted. “There were just too many holes in their “fool-proof” plan. So much for stability, peh.”

The older man squatted, observing the corpse before him. “The minute someone even remotely mentions a nuke, the moths come by.” he mused. He picked up some dirt from Adler’s shoe with his glove hand, only to throw it at him.  “How very American.“

He stood back up, reflecting on the future. Of the Motherland, the world and most importantly...

Your future together.

“Lyubimo...“ He reached for your hand, gently squeezing it. “There is so much more for us in this world. Now that the weed had been pulled out, there is no stopping us.“

You caressed his face, and he nuzzled into your hand. You pulled him close, placing your lips on your forehead. It was a reminder of despite what the CIA pulled, you were forever his. As he was yours.

“Those pigs will pay for what they did to us. To the Motherland.“ You reassured him. 

Part 3 coming soon?

Maybe...

COMRADES (Notification squad)!

@second-vtoroy​ @clxudtea​ @lieutenanteyes​ @echo-three-one

[thornnii]

⎯ ✦ seashells by the seashore

genre: fluff wordcount: 1.2K pairing: Uma Triskelion x gn!reader pronouns: you/yours other: reader's swimwear is described as little as possible and kept as androgynous as possible, reader is unable to do magic, can be read as either platonic or romantic, set in Auradon but reader isn't specified as AK or VK warnings: brief talk of swimwear, being hungry and going to get food summary: a day at the beach with Uma thorn's notes: originally posted 11/Oct/2022; edited, sorry if Uma is ooc. had my final exam today and I'm so glad to finally be done with school for the year

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You were walking along the beach with Uma, hot sand moulding itself around your toes as the hot, summer sun beat down on you both from above, perfect weather to be traipsing along the Auradon shores. You walked with Uma, hand in hand and swinging your joined arms back and forth as you listened to her ramble about a new spell she was learning, occasionally asking a question or prompting her to go into more detail. Being unable to do magic yourself it was always interesting to listen and learn about that side of Uma's world.

The two of you had spent about an hour in the water already and had decided to take a break from splashing about for a while. Uma's hair was in her usual braids but now she'd pulled them together into a low ponytail, the teal ends sparkling with the water droplets that hung onto them. Uma had a dark teal, one-piece swimsuit on, along with a dark brown, sleeveless jacket and her signature dark brown pirate hat, which she used currently to keep the sun out of her eyes. Your own hair was also matted down with water although it was beginning to air-dry. After getting out of the water, you'd put a light green t-shirt on, wanting to cover your shoulders from getting burnt. The hem of the shirt stopped just below the waistline of the dark green and white swim trunks you were wearing in the sea.

Your shoes, beach towels, picnic basket and beach bags were about a 5 minute walk down the beach, but neither of you were worried about anyone going through your basket or bags, all that was in picnic basket were a few empty pastry bags and the only things in your beach bag was your phone, sunglasses and SPF. Besides this was Auradon, the very thought of stealing something was enough to make the average AK shake in their boots.

Mid-step and mid-sentence, Uma pulled away from you to crouch down in the surf of the sea. You squatted down next to her, curious to see what had grabbed her attention so suddenly. What you weren't prepared for was for her to suddenly spin around to face you, holding her hands out. Holding onto her hands to focus them in your vision, you saw she was holding an assorted array of differently coloured seashells, the sea water still on them making them gleam in the bright light.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaimed, mirroring her look of happiness. "These are so pretty!"

Uma nodded in concession, adding: "We should see if we can find anymore"

You hummed agreement. It sounded like fun, so the two of you headed off on the hunt for seashells.

It had now been a few minutes since Uma had found those first few shells and now both of you were picking up any that you saw. While Uma was using the pockets on her jacket as well as her hands, you were using your shirt like a makeshift basket to carry your shells. You stooped for barely a minute to pick up a shell that had been glinting in your peripheral vision, but when you straightened up you noticed that Uma was no longer standing beside you.

You continued on, reasoning that she couldn't have gotten too far ahead in the brief amount of time that you'd taken your eyes off of her. You kept an easy pace as you walked, for as much as you wanted to find Uma, you didn't want to drop any of your shells and waste time picking them up instead.

There was a small incline in the ground as you continued on, but peeking over the top of sand was the weathered brim of Uma's hat. She was crouched underneath a beach umbrella, under which was also two beach towels and a woven, bamboo basket. Next to the towels were a pair of brown boots and a pair of black Converse high-tops.

"There you are! Why'd you run ahead?" Uma didn't reply so you took a moment to observe your surroundings. The beach umbrella above you was stripped like the ones typically seen in movies or cartoons but instead of being red and white it was lilac and white stripes running down it. The beach towels were different colours; one being a navy blue, the other white with shapes like stars and swirls in an off-white shade. The whole scene gave you a sense of deja vu but you were unable to truly place it.

Uma was still engrossed in what she was doing, seemingly unaware of your presence, so you questioned her again, hoping for an answer this time: "What are you doing?".

You didn't know if it was the confusion in your voice or the nature of the question but this time she looked up, glancing in you and your seashells direction, using her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight.

"The area began to look familiar and I realised we'd looped back on ourselves and were getting closer to where we'd left our towels and stuff. I wanted to check the bags first, y'know, make sure nothing had been taken. Then I got the idea to put all the shells we'd gathered in the picnic basket to carry." she quickly explained.

You blinked a couple of times and nodded slowly as you processed what she had said. Now you understood why everything seemed so familiar, half of it was yours. Relieved for a place to sit down, you dropped down onto the navy beach towel, letting the shells you'd been carrying with your shirt fall down onto the sand between yourself and Uma.

You soon moved to lay back on the towel, basking in the warm weather, as Uma continued to fill the basket with shell after shell. It only took a few minutes and soon enough she was moving to lie down on the white towel next to you, copying your position as she soaked in the sunlight as well.

Maybe 10 minutes of laying there together had passed before a low grumble came from Uma's stomach.

"Would you like to go and get something to eat?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at the girl lying next to you.

Moving to sit up, Uma nodded, suggesting that the two of you stopped by the local 'Tiana's Café' for a snack and a drink. Tiana's Café was the sub-chain of the princess' hugely successful restaurant, Tiana's palace. The small cafes were intensely popular amongst teens and young adults or those who were just in need of a coffee and chocolate brioche. The nearest one was just a few minutes away.

Now that the location was agreed upon, you stood up, rolling up the towels while Uma stood behind you to close and pull the umbrella out of the sand. And thus the pair of you were off once more, this time in the direction of hot drinks and sweet snacks. Their afternoon's treasure was safely secured in the picnic basket, which Uma held onto as she walked down the streets beside you.

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⎯ ✦ a royal for a fae

genre: fluff wordcount: 0.4K pairing: Mal Bertha x gn!reader pronouns: you/yours other: reader is a part of a royal family (unspecified), no specific timeline, lowercase intended, kind of a shitty ending warnings: mention of swearing summary: headcanons of what it would be like dating Mal as an AK thorn's notes: originally posted 15/Oct/2022; edited

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⎯ ✦ things really weren't going the way Mal had planned. spell Prince (almost King) Ben, get the wand, bring down the barrier, rule Auradon. simple.

⎯ ✦ instead she found herself fawning over an Auradon royal kid, you.

⎯ ✦ she always found herself actively seeking out your company, listening intently to every word you say and asking your opinion on her art.

⎯ ✦ it might take a while, but Mal will eventually open up more the more she begins feeling comfortable with you. Mal accepting physical touch is a sure sign of her feeling comfortable around and trusting of someone.

⎯ ✦ Mal definitely has trust issues and is extremely touch starved. she can also be really petty and a bit toxic in the beginning mostly due to how she was raised, so if you show her that you do genuinely care for her, you'll be able to start slowly bringing down her walls, you're just gonna need some patience.

⎯ ✦ she definitely has multiple doodles of you in her sketchbooks, all with varying levels of detail.

⏐⎯ ✦ when you discover these drawings and ask her about it she'll get defensive and mutter swear words under her breath, just reassure her that you're flattered by it and how well she is able to capture your likeness and she'll open up, showing you more works in progress, doodles of yourself or whatever else she's working on.

⎯ ✦ Mal gets anxious very easily so holding hands, soft caresses and reassuring her that you're not going anywhere are really important to her.

⎯ ✦ she loves heels (like Monster High platform heels) so depending on your natural height and the height of her heels, there will probably be some sort of height difference.

⎯ ✦ rather than discourage her from using magic, support and encourage her to learn and practise more, the only rule is that it's used in moderation. no magic from everything since that can make it something to depend on which can make reality seem far away while struggling to do anything without it.

⎯ ✦ it's common for either of you to be seen wearing the others jacket or accessories.

⎯ ✦ dates with Mal are never the same, she likes the range of activities to choose from and can never seem to settle on just one. whether it be bowling, or going to an arcade, painting pottery, looking around thrift stores, visiting art galleries and museums, watching the newest movie at the cinema and everything else in between.

⏐⎯ ✦ her favourite types of dates are any that take place outside, eg. having a picnic or walking through the park together.

⎯ ✦ now although Mal would never play a prank on you, that doesn't stop her from pranking others, just be on standby to help get her out of trouble.