#cherri bubblegum pastel

[midnight-the-goth-artist]

I am redesigning all my KND OCs and rewriting their stories. I’m gonna start from scratch

[somenteniki]

𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 126 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏-𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒕

[xoxoadar4]

You don't even know my name, do ya? ౨ৎ

[waffled0g]

Everyone gets “The 90s” look wrong and I hate it

Couple years ago I saw these two board games at the store back to back. Well, not saw them per se, but ya know. Spied them out of the corner of my eye. And for a moment without reading the text, I couldn’t tell you which was which decade at first. Funny. Either they were in a rush to get these out the door or they wanted their throwback trivia game boxes to look uniform. I didn’t think too much of it.

Only, from then on I started seeing it MORE. Every time someone markets a 90s or 80s throwback...

Goddammit they’re identical! What??! How did we let this happen? As a 90s survivor and a designer, this drives me up a wall.

Look, I know I’m late to the party to complain about “the 90s look” when we’re just starting to get sick of the Y2K nostalgia train. But c’mon, the 90s were not The 80s: Part Two™ 

Trust me when I say that we weren’t all wearing neon trapezoids up until the year 2000. The 90s look being peddled is so specific to the tail end of the 80s and an early early part of the 90s - a part of the 90s when it wouldn’t stop being the 80s. This is Memphis design being conflated with the wrong decade.

Keep reading for a long ass graphic design history lesson and pictures of old soda and fast food.

Specifically, the look is Memphis Milano, self-named by the Italian design house Memphis Group. Starting in the early to mid 80s, they made all sorts of furniture, fabrics and sculptures that were like a Piet Mondrian grid painting under heavy radiation. Their whole deal was defying the standards of existing industrial design up to that point on purpose. Chairs had weird arches, bookcases would be in strange alien colors, unusual materials like plastic or elastic were used in place of metal or wood, that sorta thing.

Memphis quickly became the signature look for the decade. You can tell something’s influenced by Memphis design from it’s telltale trademarks:

Clashing, neon colors.

Use of diametric shapes.

Contrasting patterns like zebra print stripes, confetti squiggles and checkerboards.

It wasn’t long before Memphis Milano-inspired design was everywhere in 80s pop culture:

It was a special time, yes.

I was a kindergartener at the tail end of the 80s, so I knew Memphis mostly through the lens of kids media. Toys, clothes, games, tv shows used it like candy colored catnip. Cable channel Nickelodeon more or less adopted the Memphis aesthetic as their signature in-house style and practically built a monument to it at a Florida theme park:

I think this is why folks mistake what decade Memphis is representative of - 90s staples like Nick, Saved By The Bell, Fresh Prince - they all stayed around much longer than the design trend’s expiration date. 

Couple that notion with the fact that companies are slow followers to design trends. Something gets popular and they want to get on the bandwagon? Gotta wait for the ink to dry, gotta wait for the production molds to be made. It would take a few years for them to completely work Memphis outta their system.

Now, this is not to say Memphis is bad! Personally I’m a fan of the aesthetic, if my neon-drenched artwork wasn’t a tip-off already. But it is a trend, and trends never last forever.

So what took the Memphis Milano look down for good? This part’s up for debate, but I personally think it had something to do with this dude:

It’s that grunge music from Seattle that’s so popular with the kids these days dontchaknow.

Once Smells Like Teen Spirit hit in 1991, the Nirvana tone drove the rest of the decade. Clean geometry became weathered, grainy and organic. Bright neon pastels became more bold. Bubblegum pop music sounded fake and manufactured. Attitude and apathy was authentic. Whatever.

Things got grungy. Things got grimy. Olestra was invented.

I think the best way to visualize this transition is how Cherry Coke entered the decade and how it left it:

1992 Memphis on the left, 1998 grunge junkie on the right. Fitting that the 90s would end with a design that looked like Darth Maul’s lungs.

Okay, so what should 90s retro design look like?

Continue on to PART TWO! Spoilers: No VHS filters or vaporwave needed, but maybe bring an antacid.

[golden-ebony]

Omg I adored your 10’s a crowd fic!! What if Logan was with a reader who loved the color pink! Their bedroom had pink everything, even wearing pink! You can make them innocent if you want but imagine how Logan would just find the reader so angel-like coming hard surrounded by bright pink pastels🤭

Handsome in Pink‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

♡ Pairing: Logan Howlett/female!Reader

♡ Word Count: 1.4k

♡ Rating: Explicit 18+

♡ Warning/Tags: SMUT! MINORS DNI, sub!Logan, hand job in the mirror, PRAISE, p-v sex, unprotected sex, a lil cum play (kinda?), a lil orgasm denial

♡ Note: Just a quick lil thing because love a lil sub!Logan and I love the color pink. I specifically envision worst!Logan for this, but do as you please

It wasn't something Logan had noticed about you at first. Pink. Typically, it was something subtle like your nails or just one piece of your outfit like that short little number that drove him crazy. When you causally mentioned that it was your favorite color, it all clicked for him. It wasn't just what you wore.

It was the little coral trinkets and floor mats in your car. It was rose gold key ring. It was the baby pink lace panties that poked out when you reached across his lap to grab the remote. They were all different shades. You saw rose, millennial, salmon, cherry blossom, etc. Logan, on the other hand...

"Hm, the site says pastel but then sends this," you groaned as you eyed the skirt that arrived in the mail.

With furrowed brows, Logan crossed his arms. "Ain't that pastel?"

"It's more bubblegum than pastel."

"But it's pink."

"You don't get it."

Logan would be the first to admit that he didn't exactly have an eye for fashion or design, but when he saw your room for the first time, he knew he had never seen so much pink in his life. There were a variety of pinkish hues were broken up by white furniture and flourishing green plants. The pastel bedding mixed with darker pillows and blankets somehow worked for Logan.

Logan had never seen a room like this. And by god, he had never experienced pleasure the way he did in that rosy room.

Your preference for pink gave people a number of preconceived notions, Logan included. A number of those assumptions were correction. Sweet, romantic, sensitive, tender—these were words that could describe you.

Innocent wasn't one of them. And Logan learned this in the best way possible.

"Look at you, baby," you cooed, feathery kisses lining Logan's shoulder. Both on your knees, you were flushed against Logan's taut back. Logan's large figure towered over yours. Still, you had a clear view of the man in your standing mirror. Your slight hand, wet from a mix of your own saliva and his pre-cum, was wrapping around his throbbing cock. Your nails of your other hand slightly tranced circles onto his back. "So handsome, so big...so good for me."

Logan's chest heaved and abs clenched as you tried to control his breathing. It was overwhelming for Logan. The feeling of your frilled, cerise bralette against his back, your warm hand steadily pumping him, your soft stare gazing at his reflection.

It would be easy for Logan to thrust his hips into your grip, control the pace. But there was something about giving into you, surrendering to your alluring spell.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." Logan's groans came deep from his chest as he tried to ignore every dominant instinct he had. "I need to touch you. Please darlin'."

You relished in his begs and pleads but continued your pace. The deep growls that were emitting from his chest was proof of thin his control was at. Your thumb grazed on his tip causing Logan's hips to unintentionally buck.

Your nails roughly dug into his back, earning a wince mixed with pain and pleasure. "Easy, baby...I think you're doing just fine with what you got, yeah?"

Logan couldn't find the words to respond. The smell of your peony perfume and your soft voice dancing through his head, being under your trance—it was intoxicating. Retraining himself, Logan dug his own palms into the sides of his thighs. He was a mess, and you both were loving every second of it.

It was like a high to watch the indestructible man crumble under the simple weight of your touch, knees digging into the cerise fleeced blanket. With ragged breaths and a twitching cock, you could tell Logan near his climax. You savored the strained breaths and groans that Logan couldn't help but release.

"You're gonna come for me, Lo." Your voice was just above a whisper, but you knew Logan heard you. You weren't asking; you never had to. Keeping your speed steady, you keep your eyes locked on his through the mirror. "Just let it happen, baby. Doing so good for me."

Logan's release was almost immediate as if he was waiting for your divine approval. His body clenched against your, feeling his release tighten every inch of his physique. He'd rather have painted your walls, feel you clench around him. But the feeling of taking ropes of his cum into your palm just to lather his still-hardened cock with it as he rode his high felt like something else entirely. As he watched you lubricate his cock further, his thoughts were completely taken over by your soft moans of approval.

"Oh, Lo, such a good boy," you purred against his shoulder. The sound of your praise made his cock twitch again. And you knew what he wanted.

You looked ethereal as you rode his cock. The sight of his cock continuously disappearing into your tight cunt—leaving a creamed ring in its wake—it was heaven. Logan was more than happy to watch you control your pace on his lap in exchange of finally being able to caress you. With a slacked jaw, his rough hands massaged your soft skin from your thighs to your ass, all while watching provide him levels of pleasure that he hadn't experienced in years. And he never imagined he'd feel this way with blushed, stringed lights in his vision field and rose, satin sheets smoothing his back.

Even when you told Logan not to come, not yet at least, Logan found that there was a level of pleasure of watching you get yourself off on his lap. Yes, flipping you over and hammering deep into you until you drunk from his cock sounded good. Yet, surrendering to your alluring call was something else entirely.

"Jesus, princess." He words were barely audible as his eyes roamed your figure. "So goddamn pretty."

Your hum turned into a worn gasp as you felt your climax on the horizon again. You knew ordering Logan to hold off on his own climax during your last one was difficult. As your grinds turned into bounces, Logan looked desperate. He needed to finish in you, coat his favorite pink walls white.

"I know, Lo..." You were practically about to come apart yourself, leaning down to pressed your chest against his. Your strained yet firm voice rang in his ear, "I need y-you to fill me, baby. S-so close."

His grip on your hips slightly tightened. His needy eyes looked in with yours, scanning for you permission to give you everything he had. He didn't see it but he sure as hell heard.

"Please, Logan, just fuck me! I need you, baby."

Like flipping a switch, his hips thrusted up into you with reckless abandon. Your cries were soon muffled when Logan's lips meet yourself in a searing kiss, but he needed to hear those pretty little moans of yours no matter how sweet you tasted. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he continued to mercilessly thrust into you, feeling the recoil of your ass against his hips.

The combination of his teeth nipping at your pulse and pounding deliciously close to your cervix made your eyes roll. You knew you were good at getting Logan to fall into a wave of pleasure just from your touch alone, but the both of you knew Logan could easily turn those tides.

"That's it, Lo. No one fucks me like yo—fuck!" Your voice cracked as your orgasm shot through your body quicker than you expected. Your nails dug themselves into Logan's shoulder as he continued to fuck you through your high. The cries of his name was enough to push him to his edge.

"Ah—shit! Thank you, baby, so fucking good!" With three final thrusts, Logan spilled into you, completely enveloped in a rosy haze. He came harder than he did earlier, entirely stuffing you with his arousal.

Clinging to your glistened figure, his mind was cloudy. The rose-colored sheets were definitely closer to cherry under Logan's sweating form. He couldn't conjure a singular thought as you slowly grinded against his, singing his praises. There wasn't a better feeling; Logan was sure of it.

If pleasure had a color, it was definitely pink.

♡ note: i love hearing y'all's thoughts

[goodeapple]

blue snowflakes (modern hotd, xmas edition ... daddy!aemond x oc)

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC) but there's no overt incest in this one, you're welcome, normies

warnings : MDNI. ngl, this one is fluffy and tender as FUCK (too much christmas cheer me thinks). however, unprotected sex, sexual use of the word "daddy", Aemond's usual breeding kink, and way too many bad dad jokes lie ahead.

word count : 6,000+

note : merry christmas and happy holidays to all you lovely people. ty for such an amazing year. here's a little thank you from me to you. xx

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7:10. He finishes up a report that isn't expected until the first, the tap of his fingers anxiously loud on the keyboard. 7:15. He stokes the wood in the fireplace, warming his hands in front of the flames, his leg bouncing with restless energy. 7:28. He drains his whiskey glass and the burn licks down his throat before raging into his belly.

They should be here by now. Aemond does not freak out. That's not who he is- the grip he holds on his emotions never waivers. But as the time ticks and tocks on and he remains alone in his flat, his nerves start to sizzle until they singe. 

At 7:48, a frenzied knock on the door has Aemond moving across the floor in four long strides. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the roads were God awful, took us an hour to get down Main." Ysilla stands shivering as he rips it open. She stomps her Uggs for almost dramatic effect, the ice sticking to the boots melting in the warmth of the hallway. Aemond releases a slow and steady breath, the tight fist of anxiety in his chest loosening. The little thing holding strong to Ysilla's gloved hand is a marshmallow puff of bubblegum pink goosefeather down, her jacket done up to her muff covered ears. 

"Daddy, Daddy!" Dany shrieks, uncaring of the obvious chill that polishes the apples of her cheeks and the tip of her nose into a cherry red glow. She releases her mother's hand, dashing forward before almost immediately tumbling over her own feet and eating it in the foyer. 

Aemond catches his daughter without blinking, hauling her onto his hip and pressing a strong kiss into her temple. "Hello, my little dragon." A piece of him notches into place and suddenly, his eyes are brighter and his posture less stiff, his head clear and heart beating fonder. His beautiful Daenerys. 

He gestures Ysilla in and she nods her thanks, unravelling her spun scarf from her neck and toeing off her soaked shoes. Her own cheeks are burnt from the cold, her fine, fawn skin accepting the rosiness like an expensive blush. 

"You drove?" He asks his ex, his tone sharper than he wishes but he still means it. It's fucking gnarly outside and she decided tonight of all nights was the one to take a joyride?

Ysilla rolls her eyes, moving down the hall to the front room, speaking to him over her shoulder. "Yes, Aemond, we drove. I know how to do that."

He thought he fucked that attitude out of her a long time ago, but they haven't been together in awhile. Things change. 

"Where the hell is Erryk?" He sets Dany onto her feet, half listening and humming as his daughter rattles off every thought that pops into her head, leaving behind her a trail of winter wear she peels off that is every color of the pastel rainbow. 

Ysilla sniffs, her eyes roaming critically over his decorations. His assistant picked them out, and it's like she can smell it.

"It's Christmas, Aemond, I gave him the week off." 

Aemond doesn't growl but it's quite close. "I don't pay him to take a week off, Ysilla, I pay him to make sure my girls get to where they need to be safely." 

The glare she pins him with is colder than the wind howling outside. Aemond winces. He knows better than to let that shit slip. Ysilla will take a chunk out of him for saying things like that in front of Daenerys. It gives her false hope that Mummy and Daddy are getting back together, Aemond. She'd said. That had fucking stung. That was right after they separated, the echo of her loss (in their bed, in their flat, in his life) still disorienting him. His days blurred into one long line of droll goings until he at last got to see Dany again. 

"What's done is done, Aemond. I apologized for being late. Now drop it." 

She uses her mum tone and it's effective as all hell. Aemond bites his tongue and waves his metaphorical white flag, rubbing at the back of his neck briskly. Ysilla exhales deeply and lets the defensive line of her shoulders drop. She rummages through her bag, a Birkin he bought her for their first anniversary, and pulls out a long white envelope. 

"She wrote a note to Santa that neither you or I are to read, alright? We're supposed to leave it by the fireplace, next to Santa's cookies, and not peek. Right, Dany love?" Ysilla recites, tossing the sealed note onto the kitchen counter. Dany nods, bobblehead like, and smiles her big missmatched grin, baby teeth missing like blacked out windows in a building. Aemond chuckles, nodding seriously when his daughter shoots him a barbed look. 

"Daddy, it's important! We can't forget, okay?!" 

"Of course, Princess, don't fret. Daddy will make sure all goes well." Aemond ducks down to lock gazes with his daughter, wanting to ensure that she knows her feelings are heard. Ysilla laughs, so softly he almost misses it. She claps her hands once and father and daughter's eyes lock onto her intently. 

"Okay my love, are you all set? You have Frostfire and your letter is safe. Your Angelina Ballerina jammies are in your pack and so is blankie. Are we missing anything?" Ysilla picks at nonexistent lint at the cuff of her cashmere sweater, her fingers twitching along the fine fabric. Aemond gets it- this part is the worst, without fail. 

"Mumma, stay." Dany whispers, moving forward to clutch at Ysilla's sleeve with tiny, pleading fingers. His ex sighs and the sound rattles from her throat as it moves past the dense ball of emotion there. 

"Baby girl, come now, I'll see you next week. We'll go to Nana and Grandpa's and ring in the new year together. All of your cousins will be there too. Doesn't that sound like fun?" 

Dany keeps quiet, her chin drooping down to her chest, her midnight sprigs of bouncing curls curtaining her face from her parents. Ysilla settles on her knees, shrinking down in order to keep her daughter's focus. 

"And you're spending Christmas with Daddy. And Auntie Helaena told me she'll be here with you tomorrow. And so will- oh rūs, don't cry, it's okay." She coos, swiping away her daughter's tears with gentle thumbs. 

Aemond swallows thickly, squatting behind Dany and shrugging her out of her Bluey backpack. He bought it for her last month, going against the agreement he'd made with Silla to not buy her any presents so close to the holiday but shit, he couldn't help himself. She's his only baby- and it's not like he's expecting to have another with anyone any time soon. 

Dany sniffles, her voice gentler than a baby bird's chirp. "But but Mummy, you'll be alone." 

Between Ysilla's eyebrows crease and she blinks rapidly, the whites of her eyes illuminating with tears. Aemond wants to reach out, squeeze her hand, her knee, cup her cheek… but he doesn't do any of that. He isn't allowed to anymore. 

"I'll be okay, sweet pea. Mummy promises." Ysilla presses their foreheads together, dusting butterfly kisses all over her girl's face. Within seconds, Dany's weeping turns to giggles, to full belly laughter after Ysilla starts to press obnoxious wet smooches anywhere she can reach. The sunshine smile that bursts over Ysilla's face steals Aemond's breath away. 

"Bye baby."

"Bye baby." Dany parrots back, smothering herself into her mother's neck, her tiny arms lassoing around her tightly. Ysilla squeezes her back just as fiercely, refusing to be the first to break away. Dany finally relents, fists rubbing at her eyes, before shuffling to the couch to sit. Ysilla's legs shake as she stands and Aemond ghosts a hand over the small of her back in a quiet comfort. 

The parents take their cue to give their daughter some space and start to work their way out of the room. 

"You know I don't mind if you stay. Not going to be doing much but lounging around and eating too much sugary shit. You can have your old bedroom back. I'll even clear out a drawer for you." He can be funny when he wants to be, all earlier unpleasantries forgiven and forgotten. Ysilla lets him lift her spirits, her wobbly grin the best Christmas gift he could ask for. 

"The sock drawer was never the issue, Aem… it was the hair care drawer." He snorts as she giggles, tickled pink by her own joke. They reach the front door and he imagines the feeling he gets here is similar to greeting the edge of the plank. 

"Anyways, I have a hot date with a bubble bath and a bottle of Myrish rum- I can't cancel that again." It's not the best excuse, especially because her eyes are still glassy with emotion, but Aemond won't take a mile from his given inch. 

Ysilla turns to face him after throwing one last look down the hall. An eyelash has drifted to freckle her cheekbone, the bat of her lashes no doubt stirring it loose and Aemond doesn't think before he cradles her cheek, his thumb sweeping it away. He drops his hand as quickly as he'd raised it, the warmth flowing from her skin too enticing to trust himself with. 

She hesitates then, for a moment, before tiptoeing up and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. She braces her palm on the curve of his bicep and she squeezes at the muscle, and he presses into her as close as she'll allow. Her voice is softer than snowfall at his ear. "Merry Christmas, Aemond." 

He turns his head just so, and he brushes his lips at her temple, the same way he'd greeted Dany. His words from before echo like the groaning ghost of Christmas past. His girls. "Merry Christmas, Sill."

He holds the door for her, watching her walk out of his life yet again and definitely doesn't get an eyeful of her ass as she goes.

He shuts and bolts it, and how pathetic is it that he has to dig his nails into the doorframe to stop from chasing after her and giving his best Love, Actually airport reunion kiss in the elevator. He thumps his forehead against the wood. He wonders if he'll stop loving her sometime soon, because three years apart has done fuck all for healing his broken heart and it sucks. Aemond stops feeling sorry for himself long enough to look back into the flat. Dany stands alone at the end of the hallway, Frostfire, her ratty stuffed dragon she's had since birth, clutched by the wing in her fist and swinging by her side. Her giant ice blue eyes pierce through him, and the sad small frown on her lips matches his. God, this never gets any easier.

"Come on, baby girl." His daughter tucks her hand into his as he leads them to the sterling white marble kitchen. 

He makes it good, special he hopes. They press shapes into the sugar cookie dough, and then frost the somewhat recognizable snowflakes once they've baked and cooled. He makes her cocoa, begrudgingly adding more marshmallows after being suckered by her pouting face, but he doesn't truly mind. There's not one memory he has of doing any of this with his dad, and he'll be damned if Daenerys ever thinks for even one moment that he wouldn't want to be anywhere rather than right here, with her. He'd give her a cereal bowl of marshmallows if he didn't know that she'd puke them back up after her sugar rush would fizzle out. 

They crash onto the couch eventually, the sun long since set, the view from this high up making all of the far and distant lights twinkle like gleaming stars. 

They're watching a movie, the one with the bratty kid who gets left behind by his family when they leave for Paris. It makes Aemond's mind hit the snooze button but Dany giggles every time one of the Wet Bandits gets hurt, so he relents and just enjoys having her here with him. 

 A tepid knock at the door is nearly lost to him, a particularly gusty wind shaking the triple pane windows something awful, but it sounds again and Aemond frowns. He's not expecting anyone, certainly not on Christmas Eve. He wraps the throw blanket tighter around Dany as he leaves their nest, and jogs down the hall. 

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." He says, loud enough to quiet the knocker from sounding again. He doesn't bother with the peephole, unlatching the deadbolt and pulling the door open with more than a little annoyance. 

Ysilla stands stockstill, doing her best to place first in a snowman lookalike contest, so many white specks of snow littering her dark strands that she nearly matches Aemond's icy coloring. 

"I tried, there's no way I can drive back home in that. Had to leave my car on the street, snow's too thick to get through."

"Jesus, Sill, you're like a fuckin' ice cube." Aemond all but yanks her inside, wincing at the freezing sting of her skin.

"Want me to call you an Uber?" That's the last fucking thing he wants, but he'd move mountains for her, even if it's in the direction opposite of him.

Ysilla shakes her head in the negative, her teeth chattering so hard that the clinking sounds like it hurts. "I tried- nothing's available. Not even with surge pricing, fuck's sake."

Aemond falls silent, grabbing a towel from the linen closet and pressing it into her trembling hands. She gives him an appreciative look and starts to dry her damp hair. 

"Mummy stay?" Tink tink tink, like a bell, Daenerys' voice floats down the hall, her head hanging over the edge of the couch to stare at her parents with a marvelously mischievous smile. 

Ysilla glances up at him, apprehension bright in her lavender eyes. He's still so close, he can smell the jasmine misted over her skin. Their sheets used to be soaked in it, a calling card she'd leave him with anytime she had to travel. He misses her so much, it makes his teeth ache, so who is he to question a Christmas miracle?

"Mummy stay." Aemond declares, stepping behind Ysilla to tug her coat off. He's selfish in his chivalry and he lets his thumbs trail down her arms as he undresses her, and he'd pay good money to know if her shiver is from the cold or his touch. 

Dany jumps to her feet, bouncing on the couch and screaming at the top of her lungs, "Yay! Mummy stays, Mummy stays!" 

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Aemond pulls the glass doors shut on the fireplace, watching drowsily as the glowing embers snuff out to a chilly charcoal grey. It's late, close to midnight, time lost somewhere between Elf and The Polar Express. He stands, wincing as his knees crack and pop and goes to sit on the arm of the couch. 

Enjoying the quiet, he gazes upon his girls. Wrapped up in each other, Ysilla and Dany are passed out and have been for at least an hour. After he'd gotten some food in Sill, he'd all but tucked the girls in together, listening to Dany happy chitter until she finally knocked out, sprawled on her mother's chest and nestled into her father's side. 

Not wanting to wake her but knowing her back will thank him for it later, Aemond shakes Ysilla's ankle gently. She stirs, blinking slow and heavy before she spots him, and Aemond has to swallow past the lump in his throat. That look had gotten them into trouble many times before- in the back of a limo on the way to an art gala, on a beach lounger while they holidayed on the Orange Shore, when they first toured this flat and he decided they should christen the kitchen island. Good times. 

Let's put her to bed. He mouths, not ready to break the stillness of the moment. Ysilla nods, flexing her arms around their sleeping child and starts to untangle their legs. 

Aemond rises, hovering over them and tucking his hands into Dany's armpits to lift her into his chest. She's getting too big. She's got to stop growing before Aemond has a mental breakdown over dating and prom dresses while she's still in nursery school. 

"Mumma, Daddy…" She's still asleep, her lashes fanning over her rosy cheeks and hair a moppy mess. Aemond rubs her back and Ysilla trails along next to him, brushing their daughter's curls out of her face. 

"Sleep now, my angel. It's almost Christmas. And when you wake up, Santa will have visited and left you something special."

"And read my letter?"

"And read your letter." Ysilla promises, pressing a lovely kiss to her forehead. She stays behind in the doorway, letting Aemond clear the pink frilly bed of a million stuffed animals before sliding Dany beneath the sheets. He clicks on her firefly nightlight and tucks Frostfire in beside her. 

"Sweet dreams, dōna hāedar." He's not a crier but he feels the salty sting in his nose. She's his one constant, his daughter, his heir. He'll never be more thankful for Ysilla than when she ignored her lawyer's advice and decided to split 50/50 custody. Losing her nearly killed him, if his daughter would've been lost to him too? Aemond's not sure he could've survived. He departs after a few more peaceful moments, clicking her door shut softly behind him. 

He stretches, a pleased groan escaping him as he heads back to the living room. The couch is empty and in a brief moment of dumbstruck panic, he wonders if Ysilla seized her opportunity and left. He knows she's happy to be here with Dany, but he also accepts that she's not happy to be here with him. 

The faucet flipping on in the kitchen snuffs out his dread and he follows the sound like it's a siren song. Ysilla washes their mugs methodically, her too long sleeves rolled up to her elbows. He'd given her one of his hoodies to dethaw in, and the emerald tone against her complexion makes him hungry. She finishes, turning the cups upside down on the drying rack before she towels off her hands. The smile she wears when she catches sight of him may be small, but it's genuine. 

"Hey."

Aemond grins, a puppy given attention, his metaphorical tail wagging wildly. "Hey. Sad you missed out on your rum soaked bubble bath?" 

Ysilla snorts, rolling her eyes at him good naturedly. "No, not at all. This was… nice. This was all very nice." She swallows hard, rolling down her sleeves so that they dip past her fingers again. "I enjoyed every second of it." 

"So did I. It was like old times." 

Ysilla grins, leaning her elbows on the counter. The only light in the whole flat is from the Christmas tree, the soft gold gleam painting the room alive with merriment. 

"We practically lived on that couch when Dany was born, you remember?"

Aemond smirks, relishing in the memory. He treads into the kitchen, closing the distance between them as naturally as he can. 

"It was closer to the food. And more spacious than the bedroom. It was an easy choice." 

Ysilla laughs at his recollection, an easy laugh that he always celebrated getting out of her. He hopes Dany will laugh like her, be joyous like her. Aemond doesn't have much of that gene to pass on.  

"You look good, Aemond." She gives him an up/down, and there's not enough light in here to tell if she's blushing. He gives her one back, taking his time on her legs and the curve of her thighs before the rest of her frame is swallowed up by his clothes.

"You do too, Sill."

She huffs, pinning him with a faux annoyed glare. "Are you going to agree with everything I say?" 

"Oh absolutely." Aemond deadpans, leaning in closer before giving her his cheekiest grin. 

Ysilla cranes her head back so she can keep their eyes connected, but she ends up breaking first, staring at something above him with a somewhat startled look. 

"Mistletoe…" She trails off, almost too quiet to catch. Aemond looks above him and sighs. 

"New assistant decorated. She has a thing for the doorman that lets her in here. Maybe she was trying to get lucky." 

He dismisses the hovering green foliage as quick as he'd noticed it but when he looks back to Ysilla, she's still staring. Transfixed, eyes twinkling. 

"Isn't it bad luck? To not…" He wonders if she can't bring herself to voice it aloud. To not kiss? Before tonight, they've barely been in the same room for more than thirty minutes in the last three years. Slipping each other the tongue is most likely a step way past their invisible boundary. 

Aemond steps closer and they're toe to toe. Ysilla's eyes snap to his and the gulp she takes is damn near audible. He wraps a stray curl behind her ear, hand drifting over to cup the soft edge of her cheek. He presses his thumb under her chin, making her raise her lips to nearly brush against his. He stares into her eyes, the drip of the faucet thunderous, and bends down. He kisses her forehead, eyes closed and his nose burrowing into her fringe, committing her floral pheromone to his memory. He stays there, listening to the labored breaths rise and fall in her chest, and soaks in the moment. 

He has to leave because if he doesn't, he'll start something he's not sure Ysilla will be able to stomach in the bright light of day. Like pulling teeth, he steps back, purposefully (shamefully) avoiding her beseeching eyes. He mumbles a goodnight, lips burning and craving another taste as he turns to exit.

He's spun back around by a firm hand twisting him by his sweater. Ysilla yanks him down to her level, his back pressing into the counter, and she slides her lips over his. A puppet on a string for her and her alone, Aemond's arms circle round her waist and he crushes her to him. It's as good as their first- no, better. He knows every spot that makes her sigh, she can find each nerve to set him off. It's as easy as breathing, when they're together and he lets himself enjoy it all.

Ysilla breaks away and she's breathing much harder than she was before. "Now that's a proper kiss." She whispers and he feels her lips perk up in a silly little grin that he doesn't see, because his mouth finds hers again and he loses himself in her.

He lifts her and she goes gracefully into his arms, winding her legs around his waist. He needs to get them somewhere they could go horizontal, wishful thinking and all that. He guides them to the couch, throwing himself down on it and pulling her in as close as space will permit. She settles on his lap, her leggings and his joggers doing nothing to conceal the massive hard-on that spells out her name. 

"And what do you want for Christmas this year, little girl?" Swiss, gouda, cheddar. The line is so cheesy but Aemond feels inspired by the holiday fair. That, and he's been bricked since she put on his clothes. He wants to get her naked as soon as possible and if he can fast track that by way of a stupid joke that's right up her alley, he can live with that. 

She nibbles at his earlobe before slithering her tongue up the shell of his ear. Her lips tickle the cartilage as she whispers and it makes him shiver. "I really want to make a joke about Santa's sack right now." 

"Christ, Ysilla." Aemond groans, letting an exasperated laugh bubble out of his chest. This is so his fault. 

"You know I'm funny." She cradles his face, angling his head to the side so that she can lick and bite at his neck. 

"Maybe. But what I do know for sure… is that you're the most stunning woman I've ever been blessed to see. And you are a magnificent mother to our daughter. And you were a phenomenal partner to me…" Aemond braces himself, a glutton for punishment. "And I fucked that up royally, didn't I?" 

He feels Ysilla frown and she straightens, sliding back to sit on his knees rather than on his dick. "Aemond, you know that's not what happened." 

He hmms noncommittally, mourning the route that they both steered away from. Sex over feelings is usually a no brainer for any man but this is a conversation that he needs to have. And from the way Ysilla's eyes dim down to a sad hue, it's one she needs to have too. 

"We're not together right now because I couldn't, how did you phrase it? 'Get my head out of my ass and straighten out my priorities'? Yeah, you hit the nail on the head there, baby. It was my fault." 

"That wasn't fair to you. I could've tried harder. I was so stressed after Dany was born, I didn't feel like myself. Didn't start feeling like myself again until nearly a year ago." She picks up his hand and she cradles it between both of her own, stroking at the rough rise of his knuckles. 

"If you're feeling like yourself again, does that mean you're seeing someone?" 

Ysilla looks like she wants to hit him and Aemond thinks he should let her. 

"Of course not, why would you even ask that?" 

"You seem happier as of late- or, at least that's what Dany says. Couldn't help but think it might be because of someone new." The thought makes him want to chew glass but he has to ask. He's got to prepare himself for another year of the only girl in his life being a pint-sized princess that demands he plays pony anytime they go to the park. 

"We're separated, Aem. Not divorced." She rolls her eyes and the expression she aims at him spells out duh.

"You're a catch, Sill. Any fucker would be lucky to have you. Plus, it's been three years. I wouldn't be angry if you explored something new." Liar, liar. 

"Yeah, three years where I was focusing on what was best for me and Dany. And that certainly wasn't a new lover." 

Aemond wants to dance a fucking jig in absolute glee but he suppresses it. "So… no one?"

"No one." Ysilla looks at him like she's afraid to ask the next question. "You?"

"There's no one but you. Never has been." The words flow out of him as if they'd lived on the tip of his tongue his whole life. 

She exhales, a long, heavy breath of relief before the most brilliant smile blooms on her mouth. Aemond feels lighter than a fucking feather, his own smile pulling tightly at his lips before they find their way back to one another, licking and lapping into each others' mouths. 

He rolls his hips up, selfish in his desire, and rubs his entire shaft up the hot line of her clothed snatch.

Ysilla tsks, biting his lip and wagging her finger in his face. "Un-uh, wrap it up, big boy."

"Thought you liked it when I go raw." He squeezes her hips, his thumbs tugging at the edge of her waistband. He dips below the elastic, stroking the hot, smooth skin over her hip bones. She rocks forward, a gasp slipping from her mouth as her covered center brushes at his tented cock. "You always came harder when I didn't wear a rubber."

She doesn't deny it, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her mouth. Between kisses, she whispers, "Proof of that is dreaming of sugar plum fairies as we speak." 

Aemond hums around her tongue, pulling away to kiss across her jaw. "Y'know, only children always end up weird." 

Ysilla scoffs, leaning away and raising a fine dark brow at him. 

"I'm kidding." Aemond smiles, brash and bright, pressing an apologetic peck to her chin. 

"No you're not." She groans, widening her thighs as he starts to pull her leggings down. His heart is beating so fast, he can feel his pulse jumping in his neck. His hands worship the skin he bares, stroking her fine, supple softness. He gets her pants past her knees before he loses his patience and decides that's good enough. 

He shoves past his waistband, palming at his stiff shaft before pulling himself free. His cock springs up, weeping head finding her silk covered hole like a dart to a bullseye. His clever fingers hook around the crotch of her panties, pulling them to the side, his knuckles dragging across her wet lips like a ghost of a kiss. He will be eating out at some point tonight, lord willing. 

"You're right, I'm not… I want a boy." He slips the tip inside of her, just enough to get a taste of the warmth of her pussy. 

Their eyes lock and they don't break as Ysilla sinks down onto every rigid inch of his prick. Aemond's jaw drops, stupid to the pleasure of her steaming, slick cunt wrapping around him in such an embrace. It takes her a minute, wincing and whimpering as she goes until finally they're flush, thigh to thigh. 

"That's my girl, takin' it all." Aemond croons, palm finding the back of her neck and thumb stroking just under her hairline. That lights her fire, Ysilla gyrating in smooth figure eights, finding a rhythm that has both of them biting their lips to keep from shouting. 

"Fucckkkk, I missed this." Ysilla pants, head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. She doesn't skip a beat, riding his cock like she'd never left it. "I missed you. You feel so good, holy hell." 

Aemond spreads his knees further apart, letting her spread herself out, reaching deeper in her than before as a result. Ysilla bounces in his lap, the lights on the tree behind her haloing her into something festively angelic. She's some divine dream and Aemond will kill any man who dares to wake him. 

A sharp, high whine brays from Ysilla's throat and Aemond's hand slaps over her mouth roughly. 

"Easy sweetheart, you can't wake Dany up."

Ysilla moves her head back, Aemond's hand slipping away until she ducks forward and swallows two of his fingers. The wet, wiggly muscle of her tongue slides over his digits sloppily, soaking them in her saliva and reminding him exactly how she used to win every fight they would have. She sucks once more, letting him feel the strong flex of her mouth before she pulls off.  

"Then put something in my mouth to shut me up."

He kisses her, long and hard, before retreating and whispering at her swelling lips. "I'm not pulling out of this pussy, Silli girl." 

Ysilla's breath stutters, hips hitching as he shifts just right, her channel fluttering around him in tempo with her heartbeat. 

"Mmmmm, then shove my face into a pillow so I can scream for you."

The way Aemond maneuvers her without pulling out is honestly impressive. Face down, ass up, he manages to rid her of her leggings and knickers, baring all of her silky skin for him to gaze upon. She's got a phenomenal ass, backshots with her used to drive him mad. 

Taking full advantage of their new position, he sets a brutal pace, sliding in harsh and deep, his grip on her hips unyielding. When he pulls out, he lets himself miss the mark, gliding his cock between her puffy folds, his slit slithering up to kiss her clit. 

Ysilla gasps for air, pushing away the pillow she'd been smothering herself with. "That's it, that's it, yeah. Pound my pussy, Daddy." 

It's been a long time since they've played this game but without fail, Aemond's cock jerks in interest and his mouth floods with saliva. He's famished, he's fucking starving, and they only thing that can satiate him is the woman he made a mother. 

"Mmmm, this all for daddy? Makin' a mess on my lap, leavin' a puddle on my couch?" His voice has dropped, the rumble of it pulsing from his chest. His thrusts hit harder, punishing in a way that's similar to a spank on the rear.

"Yes, fuck, I've been wet since I put your hoodie on." Speaking of, she's still wearing it, the Oldtown High logo on the back faded and peeling. Aemond pushes it up to her shoulders until it bunches at the back of her neck. His big hands span the curve of her ribs until he finds himself a handful of her tits and kneads the heavy flesh. 

He can't fuck her like he wants to when their baby is sleeping in the next room, but he gets as close as he can. 

"Your body wants me, love. Couldn't pull out even if I fuckin' wanted to." He strokes at her belly, caressing the place she'd grown their girl. "I think she wants one more." He plants a kiss between her shoulder blades, her skin fucking blistering with heat. 

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck!" She throws her ass back on him, fucking him in earnest until she can't abuse that spongy spot inside of her any longer. She freezes, muscles trembling and fists clenching, the poor throw pillow being shredded by her teeth, until her body goes lax, and the vice grip around Aemond's cock loosens. 

His balls draw up, the edge of his spine burning in need, and he curses with gritted teeth. "Christ, Sill, tell me to pull out. Tell me baby, make me." She's the only one that gets to see him like this- unraveled at the seams and flying apart, unable to control himself when presented with the object of all of his fantasies.

"Mmmm no, so warm," she slurs, her cheek smushed against the couch cushion. She wiggles back against him, a sinful invitation to grab hold and let go. "Fill me up, Aem. Give me your load, come on." 

"Fuck yesss." He hisses, obeying as commanded, pistoning in and out of her pretty cunt before he's a goner, grunting as he cums deep in her greedy womb. 

He slouches on top of her bonelessly, the aftershocks stinging through his entire lower half, his breaths choppy and uneven until the wave retreats, and the feeling comes back to his toes. He slumps to his side, rolling off of her, yanking up his joggers and tossing a throw over Ysilla's alluring backside. 

His wife props her head up on her hand, staring at him with a sated, sleepy expression. 

"Santa came early this year." 

Aemond doesn't react except to say, "If that's a cum joke, I'm kicking you out." 

She breathes out a laugh, shoving at his shoulder. "No you perv, I meant my Christmas wish. It came true."

Aemond smiles, every bit of him happy to sink into the couch while watching her talk. 

"Care to share?" 

Ysilla blushes, as if she didn't just get creampied. 

"I wished for a really good orgasm, preferably with my baby daddy." She plays footsie with him, looping her ankle around his calf and ushering him closer. "Also, I wished for multiple. As many as he's willing to give me. Just so you know."

He kisses her because he can and because he missed doing so. He lurches forward until she's underneath him, their hands going to the other's shirts and ridding them of the suffocating material. 

"Ho ho ho, baby mama."

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They both keep their word and don't read the letter, tossing it into the lit fire the next morning before Dany stumbles out and screeches Happy Christmas! to her poor, sleep deprived parents. 

The flames eat the careful, crooked scrawl in seconds but the words seem to have manifested to life as Dany watches her mother and father blush every time they bump into one another. 

Dear Mr. Claus,

I know I wrote you a letter last week but I have changed my mind. Please tell your elves to forget the dolly. What I truly want is for my Mummy and Daddy to be back together. They smile more when they're together, and I do too. This is my one Christmas wish and I will be very very very sad if it does not come true, so please try real hard, okay? Okay. Thanks alot alot. I wish you the best of luck with everything! 

PS: If you happen to have a spare dolly in your bag, I won't say no to it. 

Love, 

Daenerys Aemma Targaryen

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rūs . baby

dōna hāedar . sweet girl

[w1nterk1tty]

shades of pink ask game !

pastel #FFD1DC - do you prefer the day or the night ?

cherry blossom #FFB7C5 - what is your favorite season ?

bubblegum #FFC1CC - do you have any habits you find annoying ?

tea rose #F4C2C2 - what is your favorite drink ?

cotton candy #FFBCD9 - do you like sweets ? favorite if so ?

french #F64A8A - can you speak more than one language ?

lemonade #F2DBE7 - what is your perfect summer day ?

piggy #FDDDE6 - what is your dream pet ? (no restrictions)

nadeshiko #F6ADC6 - where do you wish to travel ?

rose bonbon #F9429E - what are your hobbies ? or dream hobbies ?

sherbet #F78FA7 - what kind of weather do you prefer ?

lace #FFD8F0 - what is your personal style ? dream or otherwise

[elodieunderglass]

Mad Spring - sour gummies, you feral little goblin. Tangfastics. Airheads. Sour Patch Kids. Like High Summer, you choose fruit-flavored gummy sweets, but you pick ones coated in Pain Sugar. It isn’t enough to just get sugar: you’re chasing a different Sensory Experience (TM) than the rest. And that’s great.

Warm Spring - white chocolate, ruby chocolate, pastel mint drops, cotton candy, bubblegum. Marshmallows. Sweet, creamy, usually pastel. You have no particular objection to floral tastes like lavender and rose. You may be able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

Midsummer - tropical fruits: chewy and slightly creamy in pastel colors. Starburst/Opal Fruit, Creamsicles/Solero. Maoam strips. Cream sodas. Skittles, despite being jewel-toned, are in this season. Coconut and pineapple flavors go here. Also the home of chalky-type sweets like Love Hearts/candy hearts, smarties (usa) and You may be also able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

High Summer - Gummy bears and chewy, jellyish, jammy, gummy, springy in bright jewel tones. Gummy worms and jelly snakes, jelly babies, jelly beans, Haribo. Clearer and gummier than Midsummer.

Autumn Night - darker and more complex sweetness, often including an element of burning or alcohol, or another challenge. Cherry cordials, marzipan, champagne truffles. Also home of burnt-sugar tastes: maple candy, bonfire toffee, candy corn. Also home of matcha; red liquorice; red bean paste. When people bring you sweets from other countries, they’ll choose unusual local delicacies. You almost certainly were fascinated as a kid by lollipops at the science museum sold with real bugs in them.

Autumn Salt - peanut butter and peanut brittle, salted caramel, toffee, butterscotch. Toffee popcorn, Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, Snickers, Daim. If nobody has any nuts, you’ll choose chocolate with nuts, crisp or crunch over other things. Sweet just isn’t enough.

Winter Spice - herbal, spicy and medicinal sweets, usually hard old-fashioned sweets. Red-hots, burning cinnamon, chilli - eucalyptus, root beer, menthol; sarsaparilla. Hard candy, generally: old fashioned ‘boiled sweets,’ things that look gorgeous in glass jars. Parma violets. Fisherman’s Friends. You’re the only person who would eat a gingerbread house after decorating it. You’re also possibly a ghost, or used to be a Mad Spring. It’s also about the SENSATION.

Midwinter - dark black Licorice. Salty? Sweet? saltlakrids? Allsorts? Australian? You might like other things too, but when your loved ones are in another country, they go to the licorice aisle and get you the weirdest local variant they can find.

Long Winter - true chocolate, basic chocolate stuff: M&Ms. Dairy Milk. Hershey’s Kiss. But also home of fudgy tastes and sugar-on-sugar in a long slow sauce. Marshmallow, Handmade fudge, Phish Food ice cream.

Cool Winter - naturally, the homebase of minty tastes. peppermint wheels, York’s Peppermint Patties, After Eights. Also orange - chocolate orange - and, oddly, pixie sticks/sherbet and other sweet things that involve eating simple flavored sugar.

[alterpack-drivethru]

Hi uuuhhh can I get aaaaaaan alter related to horror and necr0philia(?) no specific source

Neighborhood Mutt

A Brainmade Alter Inspiration Pack for a ⚰️ & Horror Headmate! We went with a different visual horror type, i hope you enjoy!

TW FOR: S/H Mention, Weed Mentioned

⋆₊ ♱ name: Axel, Amethyst, Echo, Damien, Silias, Abe, Blossom, Midnight, Morgan/Morgue, Nyx, Vince, Peirce

⋆₊ ♱ age: 23, Pleasingage, PermaAgeStuck

⋆₊ ♱ gender: Transgender (MtNB), Lovegoric, Dognipic, Pup Gender, DollFem, LiminalAngelica, Androgynous, DetaGender, Gorething

⋆₊ ♱ pronouns: It/He/Fae/Doll/🎀/Bubbles/Pop/Paw/Pups/Mutts/Thxy/Thxm/Bloods/Fangs/Corpses/Gores/Gutself/Cutsself/Grimeself

⋆₊ ♱ source: Alterpackgenic !! From a horror movie setting where fae is the serial killer in a Psychological Slasher, the unassuming character chasing after thxir friends one by one, while also groundhog day/Timeloop.

⋆₊ ♱ species: Hybrid, Dogboy / Kemono Danshi. Has a tail and doggy ears, but thats about it.

⋆₊ ♱ relationship ids: Panromantic, Unlabled Achillean, Deadromantic (Loves like the dead), RottedSexual, N3crosexual, Rotlover, Timelooplover (A term where someones romantic identity feels stuck in a timeloop, and actions keep repeating)

⋆₊ ♱ paras: ⚰️, autoephebophilia, auto + 🥀, cardiophilia, auto + hybristophilia, vampiriphilia, zombiphilia, autocaniphilia, Pet play, Age play

⋆₊ ♱ cis-ids: Species-Dogboy, Blonde, Arthritis, Asthmatic, Hyperopic/far-sighted, Dyslexic, Lisp, Delusional, Caretaker, Addict, Stoner, Contrapathy/Conflicting Empathy, Playful, Unassuming, Ditzy, Baker

⋆₊ ♱ trans-ids: TransAmputee, TransBIID, TransColourtic, TransAdored, TransEpileptic, TransPuppySoul, TransGoodNatured, TransTrusted, TransHarmen, TrisSerialKiller, TransAutistic, TransDumbBlonde, TransVetSick, TransPet, TransOwned4Owner, TransInfectiousBloodic, TransPinkbloodic, TransRAMCOA, TransPanProgrammed

⋆₊ ♱ extra-ids: PermaGroundhogday, Permatimeloop, Diahomicannidesireaddict, PermaSlasher, PermaGored, PermaWeedStoner, TrisPermaDog

⋆₊ ♱ roles: Obsessor, Sexual Holder, Sexual Protector, Puppy Consumanaut, Autpiloteer, S/H Soother/Anchor, Baker, Innerworld Socializer, Innerworld Documenter, Census Taker, Decorator, Pet Regressor

⋆₊ ♱ triggers:

Pos: Headbangeeeerrr!!, Baking, Bubblegum, Dog Toys, Watermelon Arizona's, Bubblegum Goth/Pastel Goth aesthetics, Wearing Collars

Neu: Watermelon, Gore/Gore Media, Art Supplies, Rainy Days, Non-Sunny weather

Neg: Predictability & Unpredictability Simultaneously, Cherry Pie, Sudden Knocking, Stalking, Limial Neighborhoods, Forests

⋆₊ ♱ faceclaim:

[xskullytonx]

♡ Cherry bubblegum Selfie ♡

First time drawing Mr Pastel homie 👉👈

Silly bonus:

[asktheplethaura]

The Sprunki List (Current)

? - Open Teal - CLOSED Slate - CLOSED Berry - CLOSED Sapphire - CLOSED Aegan - CLOSED Iceberg - OPEN Ocean - CLOSED

Chateau - OPEN Olive - CLOSED Viridian - CLOSED Gin - CLOSED / Personal Pear - OPEN Celadon - CLOSED Spring - CLOSED Granite - OPEN

Tucao - CLOSED

Mulberry - OPEN

Phlox - CLOSED

Kalamata - OPEN

Mauve - CLOSED

Iris - OPEN

Carnon - CLOSED

Heather - CLOSED

Rouge - CLOSED

Rosewood - CLOSED

Coral - CLOSED

Bubblegum - HOLD

Blush - CLOSED

Strawberry _ CLOSED

Salmon - OPEN

Magenta - OPEN

Bumblebee - CLOSED

Honey - CLOSED

Lemon - CLOSED

Tuscan Sun - CLOSED

Banana - OPEN

Fire - OPEN

Sunshine - OPEN

Butterscotch - CLOSED

Goldfish - OPEN

Tiger - OPEN

Jasper - CLOSED

Vintage - OPEN

Persian - OPEN

Dusty - OPEN

Pastel - CLOSED

Champagne - OPEN

Lipstick - OPEN

Candy - OPEN

Scarlet - OPEN

Apple - OPEN

Brick - OPEN

Rose - Hold?

Muted Blush - OPEN

Cherry - OPEN

Porcelain - OPEN

Eggshell - OPEN

Frost - OPEN

Rice - OPEN

Salt - OPEN

Pearl - OPEN

Cream - OPEN

Daisy - OPEN\

To Be Updeted?

[pupsmailbox]

PASTRY︰SWEET ID PACK

NAMES︰ aero. ambrosia. angel. anise. anisette. bakerette. bambi. benedict. berrie. berry. betty. biscuique. blanche. blanchesse. blanchette. bluebell. bonbon. brie. bubblegum. cake. cakerie. cakessa. cakette. cakie. candace. candi. candibelle. candie. candy. caramel. caramella. caramelle. carmella. carmine. cassia. cerise. chantilly. charlotte. cherie. cherry. chiffon. chip. chocco. choco. chocobina. cinna. cinnabelle. cinnabon. cinnamon. claire. clem. clementine. coco. cookie. cookilyn. creamine. creamique. creme. cremelle. crepe. cupcake. cupid. custard. custella. cwake. dahlia. darling. delight. dove. drizzle. dulce. dulcie. eclair. fleur. frostine. fuchsia. graham. gummi. heath. honey. honoré. joy. julienne. kandie. kandy. kat. kit. kitty. lacey. lollie. lollu. lolly. lulu. madeleine. maisie. margaret. marjorie. marshmelle. miel. mielle. mika. millie. mimi. moussette. muffine. nana. nilla. panettiere. pastelle. pastrie. pastrina. patisserie. patty. peach. petal. pippin. pixie. popsy. praline. precious. pudding. puff. puffy. pumpkin. pwuffle. raspberry. reese. rosa. rose. rosie. ruth. rye. sherbet. shortcake. sorbelle. sorbet. sprinkline. strawbette. strawbie. sucre. sucrose. sugar. sugarbelle. sugarlyn. sundae. sundaeya. sunny. sweetheart. sweeti. sweetie. sweets. taffy. tartine. tealyn. teddy. toffee. toffi. trixie. truffrill. tulip. vanilla. vanille. vaniya. wafer. weddicae.

PRONOUNS︰ ae/ae. angelsfood/angelsfood. ba/bake. bake/bake. bake/bakery. belle/belle. berry/berry. bite/bite. blush/blush. bon/bon. bow/bow. bread/bread. bun/bun. butter/butter. ca/candy. cae/cake. cake/cake. candy/candy. car/caramel. cara/cara. cara/caramel. ce/cer. che/cher. chef/chef. cherry/cherry. chew/chew. cho/choco. cho/chocolate. choco/choco. choco/chocolate. chocolate/chocolate. cinna/cinna. cinna/cinnamon. cocoa/cocoa. confection/confection. coo/cookie. cookie/cookie. cream/cream. cru/crust. cup/cake. cup/cupcake. cupcake/cupcake. cute/cute. dar/dar. delicacy/delicacy. dessert/dessert. devilsfood/devilsfood. do/donut. doe/donut. dou/dough. dough/dough. fla/flan. flo/flour. fre/fresh. fro/frost. fro/frosting. frost/frost. frosting/frosting. fu/fudge. goodie/goodie. heart/heart. hon/hon. hon/honey. honey/honey. ice/ice. jelly/jelly. lace/lace. lolli/lolli. lolly/lolly. love/love. mac/macaron. mi/mix. mou/mousse. mu/muffin. nom/nom. pas/pastry. pastry/pastry. pi/pixie. pie/pie. pink/pink. plum/plum. pop/pop. puddin/puddin. pudding/pudding. puff/puff. puff/puffle. ro/rose. roll/roll. rose/rose. soft/soft. sprinkle/sprinkle. sti/stix, strawb/strawberry. strawberry/strawberry. su/sucre. su/sugar. sug/sug. sug/sugar. suga/suga. sugar/sugar. swe/sweet. swee/sweet. sweet/sweet. tart/tart. toffee/tofee. trea/treat. treat/treat. wa/warm . 🍡 . 🍦 . 🍧 . 🍩 . 🍪 . 🍫 . 🍬 . 🍭 . 🍮 . 🍯 . 🍰 . 🎂 .

[somenteniki]

𔓘𓂃 ℘𓂃 .𔓘

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑨 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒛𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒊𝒍

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[thatliminal-wanderer]

Pink Cat Girl ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Abby, Afra, Almog, Altansarnai, Amaranth, Annagul, Aphrodite, Bellarose, Bengal, Blush, Briallen, Carnation, Cerise, Cherry, Coral, Coralie, Coraline, Doja, Donda, Faviola, Feleena, Feline, Fleur, Fuchsia, Gulabi, Gulrukh, Gülizar, Havana, Ichigo, Kalika, Kalyca, Kamala, Kat, Kitty, Kolab, Kopal, Koralia, Kulap, Lilac, Lokelani, Lotus, Marjani, Marzhan, Mau, Mauve, Mist, Ogin, Peninna, Primrose, Quahah, Raisa, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosalind, Rose, Rouge, Ruby, Savannah, Shoshana, Tiffany, Vardah, Vidhruma, Warda, Wurud

Pronouns

baby/babys, blush/blushs, bubble/bubblegum/bubblegums, candy/candys, cat/cats, cherry/cherries, coral/corals, cotton/cottons, feline/felines, fla/flamingo/flamingos, fuchsia/fuchsias, fur/furs, girl/girls, gum/gums, kitten/kittens, mag/magenta/magentas, meow/meows, mew/mews, nya/nyans, pastel/pastels, paw/paws, pig/pigs, pink/pinks, prr/prrs, punch/punchs, rose/rose, rouge/rouges, salmon/salmons, taffy/taffys, tulip/tulips, whisker/whiskers, 🌷/🌷s, 🌸/🌸s, 🎀/🎀s, 🐱/🐱s, 🐽/🐽s, 🚺/🚺s, 🦩/🦩s, 🩰/🩰s, 🩷/🩷s, 🪷/🪷s

Titles

A Cat Girl Adorned in Pink, A Coral Colored Cat,A Kitty of Pink, A Pink Kitty, The Cat Girl of Pink Hues, The Cat with a Girlish Pink, The Cute Pink Kitty, The Girl Who’s Cat Ears and Tails are Pink, The One With A Pink Kitty Nose, The Pink Cat-like Girl, The Pink Meow, [prn] Who Purrs Pink Hues, [prn] With The Pink Ears and Tail

Genders

Aestheticatgirlic, Catearpersproutial/Catearsproutial, Catgirlcutie, Catgirldarling, Catgirlgender, Catgirlthing, Cutecatesque, Glitterkittyic, Luckycatgirl, Pinkcatgender, Pinkgender, Pinkheartsmeowic, Pinkinjection, Pinkribbon, Refecatgirlcomfic, Sillycatgirlic

Other mogai

Aldercatgirl, Alderretraclawic, Assigned Cat at Birth/ACatAB / Assigned Kitty at Birth/AKitAB, Cat Omninoun, Catalius, Catperspesque, Catstelic, Catvesi, Felivior, Kemidernic, Pink Diffiden, Pink Omninoun

[saturniasxenos]

PINK N PRETTY ID PACK

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Pink colors, Pink stuff, Cute things, Pretty things, and anything alike! (I put whatever I (personally) thought was cute, pink, and/or pretty.) + (Includes Masc titles & names)

No matter who you are, or what you look like, YOU ARE PRETTY. 🫶

"How many emoji pronouns do you want?"

"Yes."

This entire pack was inspired by an OC of mine called Lotus 🩷🪷

Pronouns:

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Ro/Ros/Rosa/Rosas/Rosaself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Blo/Bloo/Bloom/Blooms/Bloomself

Fla/Flami/Flamingo/Flamingos/Flamingoself

Fu/Fuch/Fuchsia/Fuchsias/Fuchsiaself

Or/Orch/Orchid/Orchids/Orchidself

Wate/Waterme/Watermelon/Watermelons/Watermelonself

Lo/Lot/Lotus/Lotuses/Lotusself

Pe/Pet/Petal/Petals/Petalself

Che/Cherr/Cherry/Cherrys/Cherryself

Blo/Bloss/Blossom/Blossoms/Blossomself

Ce/Ceri/Cerise/Cerises/Ceriseself

Pea/Peae/Peach/Peachs/Peachself

Blu/Blus/Blush/Blushs/Blushself

Tu/Tuli/Tulip/Tulips/Tulipself

Cu/Cut/Cute/Cutes/Cuteself

Pre/Prett/Pretty/Prettys/Prettyself

Ma/Mage/Magenta/Magentas/Magentaself

Pa/Pas/Pastel/Pastels/Pastelself

Swe/Swae/Sweet/Sweets/Sweetself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Flo/Flor/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Pre/Preci/Preciae/Precious/Preciousself

Ri/Ribb/Ribbon/Ribbons/Ribbonself

Fri/Frill/Frillae/Frills/Frillself

Do/Doll/Dolly/Dolls/Dollself

Co/Cor/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Da/Daw/Dawn/Dawns/Dawnself

Sun/Sunse/Sunset/Sunsets/Sunsetself

Hib/Hibis/Hibiscus/Hibiscuses/Hibiscusself

Dia/Diam/Diamond/Diamonds/Diamondself

Gem/Gemsto/Gemstone/Gemstones/Gemstoneself

Gor/Gorge/Gorgeous/Gorgeousness/Gorgeousself

La/Lac/Lace/Laces/Laceself

Pu/Puff/Puffy/Puffys/Puffyself

Flu/Fluff/Fluffy/Fluffys/Fluffyself

Pom/Pomp/Pompom/Pompoms/Pompomself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Chrys/Chrysan/Chrysanthemum/Chrysanthemums/Chrysanthemumself

Ast/Aste/Aster/Asters/Asterself

Ga/Garn/Garnet/Garnets/Garnetself

Pe/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Op/Opa/Opal/Opals/Opalself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Bub/Bubble/Bubblegum/Bubblegums/Bubblegumself

Car/Carna/Carnation/Carnations/Carnationself

Stra/Straw/Strawberry/Strawberrys/Strawberryself

Ma/Mau/Mauve/Mauves/Mauveself

Sa/Sak/Sakura/Sakuras/Sakuraself

Li/Lil/Lily/Lilys/Lilyself

Emoji Pronouns: 💋/💋's, 💄/💄's, 💅/💅's, 🩷/🩷's, 🪷/🪷's, 🐷/🐷's, 🐖/🐖's, 🦑/🦑's, 🦩/🦩's, 🌸/🌸's, 🌺/🌺's, 🌷/🌷's, 🍑/🍑's, 🩰/🩰's, 🎀/🎀's, 🧸/🧸's, 🌹/🌹's, 👛/👛's, 💕/💕's, 💞/💞's, 💓/💓's, 💖/💖's, 💗/💗's, 💘/💘's, 💝/💝's, 💐/💐's, 🍥/🍥's, 🧁/🧁's, 🍧/🍧's, 💒/💒's, 🏩/🏩's, 🧼/🧼's, 💌/💌's, ❤/❤'s, 💔/💔's, ❣️/❣️'s, ❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹's, ❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥's, ♥/♥'s, ♦/♦'s, 🦄/🦄's, 🦢/🦢's

Titles:

Pretty In Pink

(X) Who's Pink

The Prettiest

Perfect Pink

The Pink One

Dancing With Pink Petals

(X) Who Loves Pink

(X) Who Feels Pretty

Sparkling

(X) Who Sparkles

Sparkling In Pink

(X) Who's Aura Is Pink

The Pink Spirit

The Cute Spirit

The Pink Creature

Dancing With Doves

The Pretty Dove

The Pretty Creature

The Pretty Pink Spirit

The Pretty Spirit

(X) Who Blooms

(X) Who Blossoms

The Blossoming Flower

The Pink Flower

The Pretty Flower

Deity of Pink

God of Pink

Goddess of Pink

Names:

Fem: Aphrodite, Ara, Azalea, Amora, Amaranth, Annabella, Annabelle, Amandine, Aimee, Aelia, Alani, Aviva, Briallen, Belle, Blossom, Bellerose, Begonia, Blush, Briar, Coral, Celia, Colette, Cerise, Clary, Camellia, Cherry, Carnation, Coralie, Coraline, Desiree, Dahlia, Dennise, Eglantine, Elodie, Elke, Esme, Fae, Fuchsia, Flamina, Flora, Fraise, Garnet, Hana, Huong, Heather, Isadora, Irisa, Jada, Jadah, Jalajaa, Keasha, Koral, Kamelia, Lien, Linnea, Lacey, Lyanne, Laelia, Leilani, Lotus, Mink, Mimose, Magenta, Mauve, Nerine, Odessa, Peony, Pearl, Petunia, Pinkie, Pink, Pinkus, Pinkney, Rosella, Rosanna, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosaline, Rosalind, Rosabella, Rosita, Roseanna, Roseanne, Rydell, Rora, Rada, Rhoda, Sharyn, Sonnet, Scarlett, Sadie, Sandhya, Teuila, Varda, Venus, Xiloxoch, Yvete, Zelie,

Masc: Asmodeus, Amandus, Amadeus, Aziz, Amias, Altansarnai, Alroy, Astilbe, Akala, Amado, Amato, Connelly, Caleb, Cordovan, Carwyn, Corwin, Cordian, Dariel, Dante, Dilan, David, Darell, Eros, Fuchsio, Florian, Fenmore, Floyd, Geranium, Gul, Gulabi, Gulzar, Haneul, Hart, Jamil, Jared, Kiefer, Kevin, Kamal, Kunal, Lohan, Leif, Lennon, Milos, Manik, Manu, Magento, Mauverell, Mawar, Phlox, Roz, Rosario, Rosalio, Rosen, Razzmatazz, Rosamel, Roosevelt, Rouge, Rosewood, Rosewell, Rozovo, Roth, Thulian, Taffy, Vered, Zahri,

Neu: Amor, Aruna, Aphro, Adonis, Ambrose, Ceri, Callisto, Ceinwen, Carmine, Cassius, Corentin, Cupid, Dianthe, Erasmus, Erastus, Erato, Francis, Kamon, Kokoro, Koharu, Kirani, Kaipo, Lerato, Loxi, Martie, Maud, Mallow, Noa, Nasrin, Parvati, Obi, Pembe, Primrose, Paris, Rozene, Sakura, Sorrell, Salmon, Sashiro, Syd, Valentine, Valentino, Vaihere, Varuna, Xinyi, Zerah,

Genders:

Viosalimi - a gender connected to liminal spaces in the colors of pink & purple, whether it be the color combo or the two separately.

Ivsidirosen - a colorgender connected to the colors pink, black, and white

Pinkribbon - a gender under the genderribbon system which is related to the color pink & ribbons ; like ribbons being colored pink or being the color pink that loves ribbons , or any other combination of the two .

Pinkangeldigital / Pinkangelvirtual - a gender in which your gender is related to virtual / digital themes and pink angels, being a virtual/ digital pink angel, being a pink angel and loving virtual / digital themes, being a virtual /digital being who loves pink and angel themes, etc!

Pinkmagicalgirlic - a xenogender that relates to being a pink magical girl. it can also relate to the aesthetic of pink magical girls, the colour pink, or being a magical girl !! the gender often feels feminine or neutral .

Pinkdollic - A gender under the genderdollic system related to the color pink and being a doll

Pinkshirofoxic - a gender related to white foxes, pastel pink, and soft aesthetics.

Pinkadorded - a gender under genderadored related to being adorable ) adored and the color pink . may be related to being the color pink who is adored by all , the color pink who is adorable or being the color pink and adored.

Strawlovecatrum - a masculine- and neutral-in-nature xenogender that is best described by strawberries, lovecore, pink, and cats!

Pinkpresentic - A gender that presents itself in a pink way/as pink/in a way that involves a lot of pink. Can be used as a descriptor for other terms

Pinkrufflic - a xenogender relating to pink and ruffles, or pink in a ruffly way

Pinkabomination - a gender connected to being an abomination of pink , being an abomination in a pink way , etc.

Pinkcutecorian - a gender related to cutecore, pastel pink, and cutesy fashion

Pinkbratfem - a gender related to pink, being a stereotypical "bratty girl" and being transfem

Redpinkic - a gender connected to the colors red and pink, specifically when they're together

Pinkvampgender - A gender in which you are connected to vampires, softness, and the cuteness of pink, soft vampires.

Pinkgender - an aesthetigender under the colorgender umbrella connected to the color pink. One who is pinkgender might feel as though their gender is validated by the color pink, or as though their gender is best described as the color pink.

Pinkmetropolistic - A gender related to pink cities or cities that primarily have the color pink in them

[Link] Pixelovic - a gender related to pixel hearts, chiptune music, love, and the colors pink and red 🩷🩷 Loverwave - a gender connected to love, being a lover, and being a wave

Feinflambelle - a fein gender connected to pink, make-up, nail polish, perfume, flamboyant dressing, bright colours, dresses, and skirts.

Pinkautix — A subset of autigender related to the color pink

[pocket-gems]

Apart from the Spodumenes that we know as Spodumena as such, kunzite, hiddenite and triphane which others exist?

Spodumene is the main ore, and Kunzite, Hidddnite and Triphane are colour variations.

Then there's the rest:

Aqua Blue Spodumene

Black Spodumene

Blue Spodumene

Canary Spodumene

Fluorescent Spodumene

Gray Spodumene

Green Spodumene

Esponite (Aspenite)

Ice Blue Spodumene

Irradiated Spodumene

Light Green Spodumene

Orange Spodumene

Yellow Spodumene

Afghan Kunzite

Araçuaí Kunzite

Australian Kunzite

Baby Pink Kunzite

Bi-Color Kunzite

Blossom Pink Kunzite

Blue Kunzite

Blush Pink Kunzite

Bubblegum (Pink) Kunzite

Buttercream Kunzite

California Kunzite

Canary Kunzite

Cat's Eye Kunzite

Cavern (Caverin) Pink Kunzite

Champagne Yellow Kunzite

Cherry Pink Kunzite

Cold Purple Kunzite

Color Change Kunzite

Cotton Candy Pink Kunzite

Dark Pink Kunzite

Deep Pink Kunzite

Dendritic Kunzite

Etched Kunzite

Exotic Pink Kunzite

Fragility of the Eternal Kunzite

Fuchsia Pink Kunzite

Golden Kunzite

Hot Pink Kunzite

Ice Kunzite

Intense Pink Kunzite

Kolum Kunzite

Lavender Pink Kunzite

Lilac (Pink) Kunzite

Magenta (Pink) Kunzite

Martha Rocha Kunzite

Mawi Kunzite

Medium Pink Kunzite

Milky Kunzite

Minas Gerais Kunzite

Mozambique Kunzite

Nuristan Kunzite

Ophir Kunzite

Orchid Kunzite

Oyster Pink Kunzite

Pastel Purple Kunzite

Patroke Kunzite

Peach Kunzite

Pink Champagne/Champagne Pink Kunzite

Pistachio Kunzite

Purple Kunzite

Red Kunzite

Rose (Pink) Kunzite

Rutilated Kunzite

Salmon Pink Kunzite

Singing/Singer Kunzite

Soft Pink Kunzite

Swan Pink Kunzite

Super-Pink Kunzite

Tabular Kunzite

The Fuchsia Kunzite

Trendy Pink Kunzite

Tri-Color Kunzite

Vibrant Pink Kunzite

Violet Kunzite

Urucum Kunzite

White Kunzite

Xia Kunzite

Yellow Kunzite

Kunzite/Hiddenite (Bi-Color Spodumene)

Carolina Hiddenite

Joey Hiddenite

Lime Green Hiddenite

Minas Novas Hiddenite

Mint Hiddenite

Bello Horizonte Hiddenite

Afghani Triphane

Etched Yellow Triphane

Pale Lavender Kunzite

Light Purple Kunzite

Light Purple Pink Kunzite

Light Reddish Violet Kunzite

Light Pinkish Violet Kunzite

Vibrant Purple Kunzite

Bluish Purple Kunzite

And I am SO sure I still missed someone lmao