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౨ৎattack on titan drafts౨ৎ
ྀིmakeup kisses || armin alert ྀི
ྀིkoya || armin alert ྀི
ྀིthe right way || jean kirschtein ྀི
ྀིlookin 4 || reiner braun ྀི
ྀིྀིྀིtalk that talk || eren yeager ྀི
ྀིi do (wanna get close to you) || armin alert + connie springer ྀི
ྀིno more (baby ima do right) || armin alert + connie springer ྀི
౨ৎjujutsu kaisen drafts౨ৎ
ྀིyes or yes || aoi todou ྀི
ྀིmy love is like...wo || gojo satoru ྀི
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sky-less day at the island
・‥…━━━ °。 。 •。 :・゚✧
by: meena sidlak-sidlak ft. A.I.
Sky found herself on the shores of her very own deserted island, the digital eden she named "Arcadia" on her new Animal Crossing: New Horizons. As she navigated her avatar through the lush landscapes, fishing for sea bass and catching elusive butterflies, something peculiar began to unfold in the real world.
One evening, after a particularly intense session of jellyfish catching in the game, Sky noticed a strange sensation in her fingers. A sort of phantom fatigue, as if she had been the one weaving through the virtual waves, her hands immersed in the cool pixelated waters, clutching at the ethereal forms of the jellyfish. The sensation was faint at first, easy to dismiss as a product of her overactive imagination. However, as days turned into weeks, the line between the game and reality started to blur further.
Sky spent hours terraforming her digital island, shaping cliffs and rivers with a god-like authority. As her avatar toiled under the pixelated sun, Sky could swear she felt the grit of the virtual soil underneath her fingernails, the strain in her muscles from the digital excavation, the peculiar sense of satisfaction as the island transformed under her touch. Even the typically mundane activities in the game seemed to echo in the real world. After a long in-game session of shaking trees and crafting items, the motions felt oddly cumbersome, almost as if she was carrying the weight of the virtual objects in the real world.
She'd often catch herself flexing her fingers, rolling her shoulders, her body mirroring the in-game fatigue. The more she played, the more her reality seemed to dance to the rhythm of the game physics. Was it her mind playing tricks on her, or was the game world seeping into her reality? Sky wasn't sure. But as she looked at her hands, seemingly stained with the faint residue of digital soil, she couldn't help but marvel at the strange, enticing universe she found herself straddling. How surreal it was, she mused, when the line between pixels and reality began to blur, when the click of a button could echo in the real world as the whisper of leaves, the splash of waves, the hum of a life lived between two realms.
As Sky navigated her avatar through the azure waters of her island, her focus was on a translucent specter dancing beneath the surface. A digital jellyfish. With a swift motion, her avatar plunged the net into the water, capturing the elusive creature. At that very moment, a curious sensation washed over Sky in the real world.
It started at the tips of her fingers again. Tiny bubbles were popping against her skin. The feeling cascaded down her hands and up her arms, a shimmering wave of phantom sensations that echoed the liquid dance of capturing the jellyfish in the game. It was a shimmery prickle, an effervescent tingle, as though she could feel the cool ocean water of the game world, its salt-tinged kiss leaving a faint residue on her skin. The sensation grew stronger, a gentle undercurrent of stings blooming across her arms. It was as though the captured jellyfish in the virtual world was asserting its presence in her reality, its stinging tendrils leaving trails of tingling whispers on her skin.
Even as she withdrew her avatar from the water, the feeling lingered. Her skin felt alive, tingling with an ethereal shiver, a phantom echo of her digital dive. Sky looked down at her hands, half-expecting to see the iridescent glow of the jellyfish's sting.
She found herself caught in a strange, beautiful limbo. Somewhere between the digital waves of her beloved game and the soft, faintly lit reality of her living room. As the shimmer subsided, replaced by a lingering, dream-like sting, Sky marveled at the strange, wonderful world she found herself in, where virtual jellyfish left real stings and the line between game and reality sang like oblivion.
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Mamoncillo Cookie, Lychee Cookie's father (kind of)
He had his child (being the aforementioned Lychee Cookie) when he was 16 and was unable to raise her due to his current situations. His own parents were able to help him find her a new place to be raised properly (in the current time of the series, he is in his mid 30s, more specifically, is 35 years old)
his full backstory can be found on these posts I made on Comic Studio when I first revealed him (viewer discretion is advised)
P1, P2, P3, P4, P5
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ྀིget to know me + rules ྀི
ꪆ୧hiii my name is lychee, yes like the fruit !!ꪆ୧
ྀིshe/her || black || 9teen ྀི
ꪆ୧at least be 18 if your gonna follow please and thank you, minor free zone !!!! ꪆ୧
ྀི interest || i love pink, bows, 90s and 00s aesthetic, anime, k-pop, music, makeup, hello kitty, and fanfics !! ྀི
ꪆ୧do's || jjk, attack on titans, dc comics, jojos bizzare adventure, one piece, black feminine reader, look at my "tw" on my fics for more !!ꪆ୧
ྀིdont's || i don't write about real people, i only wrote for anime, comics, and movies. no scat play, race play, age play, incest, pet play, non black reader, r*pe, and vomit !!! ྀི
ꪆ୧free palestine, asian lives matter, black lives matter, lgbtqia+ ally, and support of anything positive and for equality !!ꪆ୧
ྀིpleaseee send me asks + inbox's i wanna talk to yalll !! ྀི
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