#maddy

[pixelddump]

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[moriibun]

pokemon trainersonas for me and my siblings──★ ˙ ̟ if they were found all together they'd probably be called "Eccentric Sisters" ꉂ (≧ヮ≦) they're all just meant to be... DIFFERENT TYPES OF ODD WEIRD GIRLS.......because we are irl >__> more info below if ur curious☆!!!!!!!

we all picked our own teams obvi!!!!!!!!!!!! if i picked for them i probably would have them all in my ears 2 change it...............smh........and their names are nicknames our mom calls us irl - w - because...cute!!!!!!!

we all also picked our own pkmn merch / bags >:3

they're in order from oldest - youngest!!!!!!!

meggie : oldest, always has a lot of pokemon dollars / p so her sisters harass her for some when they need it - w -

shelby (based on myself B) ) : 2nd oldest, only uses master balls and wont tell u why cuz she dont speak 2 much >:0

mel : 3rd oldest, seems like she's on da verge of sleeping....but still paying attention u guys

maddy : youngest, a very different strange than the other 3....she's more extroverted xD

[starbirbz]

Drawing again

[gorgeys]

imagine….

gently holding maddy’s hands while applying a topcoat of nail polish on her fingernails. you treat her so delicately, the brush barely grazing her nails and your fingers cautiously holding hers, afraid of pressing too hard.

your eyes are trained on the slight movements of the brush, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, and your lips pursed ever so slightly. you’re afraid of messing up.  you always are, but especially on her. luckily the soft, familiar music playing in the background and the silkiness of your sheets beneath your knees is comforting against the sensation of her in front of you.

she’s just as focused on you, her brown eyes unable to retreat from your face. she’s come to love the way you focus on your craft, the way you focus on her.  she’s learned every little quirk of your lips and twitch of your nose from the times you’ve worked on her, committing them all to memory.

she feels awkward and obsessive about the way she thinks about you but she can’t help herself.  she loves the way you care, the way warmth radiates off of you whenever you’re touching her, the way you look up at her every so often to check on her.  its a sort of calm that she hasn’t felt before.

you had only begun giving her manicures a couple months ago when one of her friends recommended you for a cheap set.  you had learned how to do nails from youtube tutorials and it had become your talent, but never in a million years did you think you’d be good enough for the most perfect girl in school.

but you were sat across her on your bed every couple weeks painting intricate patterns on her acrylics. you talked frequently during your sessions but seldom outside the confines of your room.  nevertheless, conversation flowed smoothly.  she always made you nervous but she was surprisingly easy to talk to. you were like the oasis from her usual, dramatic world.

but then there were moments of silence. there were moments where the only thing you could feel was the soft skin of her hands and the beating of your own heart. and moments when she felt her chest tighten as you made the simplest eye contact.

as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she felt things for you, even in the short time you had spent together. she knew when she got home each time after leaving your house and was already craving to be with you again.  sometimes she tried to ruin her nails just so she had an excuse to see you again.  she knew when she laid in bed at night after a bad day and the one thing that made it a bit better was the thought of your sweet smile.

and she must have known you felt things for her. the way your eyes gleamed when she complimented you was almost embarrassing. a single word from her would make your entire day. and every single time you went the extra mile to add painstakingly complex details to her nails and give her a discounted price.  though she always paid you more than what you asked of her.

when you were done, you looked up at her with a smile, pushing the brush back into the nail polish jar.  you didn’t let go of her hand and she didn’t pull away.  the corners of her lips curled upward, her heart melting when she recognized the pride in your eyes and your smile.  she slightly squeezed your hand, a silent thanks and praise.

your gaze flickered to your hands and then back to her face, your heart beating faster when you realized just how close you were.  you waited patiently, hoping that the adoring look in your eyes would coax her into making the first move.  luckily you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

[grest7]

[maddy-madkip]

Flesh babs

[3amsoda]

ms madd

[aimaturequeens]

[multicritter]

Since the high res hypnosister art keeps coming up have this piece my partner did of my bunny filling the role (with Maddy as the familiar) (art by @vlueauvier)

[anyarlly]

he's rolling his eyes

[wanderlust84]

[pixelddump]

a rocky start / a happy finish

[ohihopeicanchangethislater]

Can we all do a Goncharov with The Pink Opaque? Like I'm so glad it's on Peacock now, I haven't watched it since I was like 6 and my older sister would watch it. I wonder if it's as scary as I remember? I can't wait to see Tara and Isabel again! I love the theme song so much...

[howl-arnon]

I would like to introduce you to Madison Woods.

[grest7]