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resolvebound · 1 year

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continued from here || @steeltempered

Tucked oh so snuggly beneath the blankets, he smiled, the expression hidden by the darkness as well as the material he held close. Her indignant outcry was far too fun, after all, he couldn’t deny it. She was rather easy to wind up, it was something he’d found he enjoyed about her.

The feel of her feeble attempt at pulling the blanket away from him brought him amusement, as he only held on tighter. Eyes remaining closed, he listened to her huff, picturing her frustrated expression with a certain fondness within himself that he would only guess was mere enjoyment. Nightmare. He almost gave himself away with a chuckle at that. She had no idea how much of a nightmare he could truly be.

As moments began to pass, a low sense of disappointment crept in. Had she given up? Was the fun over?

Tension coiled in his back at the sensation of her proximity, awareness a vivid presence that had his eyes opening in instant wariness. Before he could adjust to her being so near…her cold feet intruded in his space.

He jolted slightly at the contact, a hiss slipping between his teeth, mixing with a low growl as he jerked his legs away from her. Oh, she wanted to play it like that did she? She probably thought she was so clever. Truth be told, he almost admired her dirty tactics...but he wasn’t about to let her get away with such a heinous crime against him.

A rush of cold air swept over both of them (sacrifices had to be made) as he raised the blanket and rolled to face her in one swift movement. Even while still clutching the cover, he pulled her close, pressing her against his torso, for if she was going to make him share, he had to demand something in return (and unfortunately, body heat was more effective to him than a blanket). To prevent further atrocities against him, he moved his leg over hers in the hopes of securing her in place.

After such a flurry of movement, the silence and stillness was sharp. He closed his eyes once more, yet found he (for once) wasn’t exactly sleepy. Frowning, he waited a moment before speaking low and soft into the dark. “…how was your day?”

#steeltempered #dkjfndk THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME #IM DYING #look at him #so dramatic #and annoyin kfjngkf #❰ Ⅻ ― interactions. ― macbeth & juvia. steeltempered. ❱#❰ Ⅻ ― verse.06. macbeth. ❱#❰ Ⅻ ― thread1. ― macbeth & juvia. steeltempered. ❱

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fairybond · 3 years

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because i have terrible self control … for my darling momo ! ✨💛

#sanctidente #😍😍😍😍😍😍#iM SO IN AWE #LOOK AT HER #THAT BEAUTIFUL FACEEE #THOSE EYES KDFJNKDJN IM IN LOVE #IM SO SOFT #IM KFJNGKF #GODDDDDD LOOK AT HERRRRR #SHE IS EVERYTHING #kdjfnkdjn im kjnskdj im #her hair is so cute and kdfjnd so pretty and kjfnjkfg did i mention her eyes are so pretty #and just kfjgnf everything #those legs too and her outfit and kdjfnkd im IN LOVE #MY GIRL IS PERFECT #KJFNGKNF MANDYYYYYYYYY #SHE IS SO BEAUTIFULLLL #you are so so so so so incredibly talented and im SO BLESSED #im gonna look at this masterpiece every single day and CRY #kjndkjfn she is precious and beautiful and this is STUNNING #IM STUNNED #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#how did you kdjnfkdn how do you create such Art kjfnkgn im so emo pls help #❰ ･ﾟ ✿ ❛ one for the treasure box ― SAVED. ❱#❰ ･ﾟ✧ ♡ ✎ one for the photo album ― GALLERY. All Images. ❱#❰ ･ﾟ♡ animal fairy ― GALLERY. Lisanna. ❱#BLESS U FOR GIVING THE WORLD MORE LIS CONTENT !!#SHES SO SOFT AND PRETTY IM FKJNGKF IM CRY #I HAVE NO MORE WORDS

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aquoreus · 4 years

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( ･ﾟ✧ HEADCANON. )

Children/Motherhood.

Through her work as an Idol over the years, and through simply being involved with events and pokemon in many ways, Lisia has been able to meet and interact with a variety of people. Delighted by the shows and pretty pokemon, children of all ages have always been a major part of her audience and fanbase.

Fun, attentive, and kind, she has a great way with kids. She is an absolute softie for them and will always look out for them and do her best to bring them smiles. Being a big sister who was very involved with helping out in raising her little sister, she has experience with kids and can be quite motherly and protective towards them.

The idea of having kids herself some day has occurred to her briefly on soft moments of viewing happy family scenes. She would be an amazing mother and would hope to be as good to her children as her parents and uncle have been to her. She is definitely not opposed to the idea of having kids and thinks it would be a wonderful experience and journey itself.

But she knows that while most people tend to have kids young (around her own current age), its a distant possibility for her, and she’s okay with that. She would only want to have kids with someone she truly loves and is happy and secure with, and that seems rather unachievable to her.

(but the purer Sootopolitan bloodlines need to continue somehow, don’t they)

#( ･ﾟ✧ HEADCANON. )#ok ok this is super random but we were talking about pregnancy and babies at work today #someone i went to school with is about to have a baby #and im like YIKES #GROSS #EWWW i cant think of anything Worse kfjngkf pls no #but lissi over here?#she soft on kids and on the idea of being a mother #and goodness #she would be the most lovely mother #i will crY

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secrecykept · 4 years

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@lachalaine aaaaaaaaaaaaaa my doki fkjnkjnd BIG :}{:

Fingertips grazing softly across his skin, a mere whisper of a touch, an affectionate stroke down his cheek, against his jawline, against his lips. And how enraptured she appears in that moment, as she stares at his visage with all the warmth of a woman in love – a softness to her gaze, an observant attention; with eyes that took heed of his every minute response, every bated rush of breath, as the heat and tension between them steadily rose high – inch by inch a tightrope gradually running tense, with every single millisecond that’d passed.

And she seems almost like a whisper herself, you’d think, as she inches ever closer; thick lashes falling over mahogany hues – the seconds counting down slowly, so slowly, as though any moment now, would the suspension tethering them on this plain fall apart, and they’d crash to the ground together – back to the earth in a fitful and hopelessly unkissed slump.

Que Horror!

But she wouldn’t dare allow that to happen.

For it is with but a tilt of her head, just that slightest bit closer – that her lips would finally brush against his, in a kiss just fierce enough to make her heart suddenly jolt in her chest. It’s a sensation that resonates like an electric spark through her veins, a prompt to mewl something frantic as need explodes within like wildfire; the female now shifting her hips against his, pressing her frame tight, a sharp gasp even as velvet tiers implored his own to open beneath her, a slight nip granted – just before her tongue slipped inside, to graze ever so teasingly against his own in a way that made her very being flutter.

Fuck, shit, yes, oh yes!

This is what she’d been waiting for.

And her pulse beats a sharp rhythm, as delight flutters through her so brightly, so vibrantly as her heart sings aloud for this – sings aloud for him. For his arms clutched tightly around her, for his heart beating rapidly against her own. For his soft lips kissing hers – only her, over and over and over again, until all she could taste was him. All she could feel was him.

All she could breathe was him.

A sun dappled grove of lush leaves and forest musk, he was – and he was the epitome of what it’d felt for her to come home.

And she? Well.

She wasn’t really there.

It’s a dream.

Faint and distant, the knowledge is a ghost on the periphery.

It’s a dream.

He knows it.

It’s that soft look in her eyes that betrays it. The light of adoration and deep affection in her gaze, the love.

It’s a dream because no one has ever looked at him like that.

It’s a dream because to have Jackie staring at him in such a way…Yes, it can only be a dream, she would never regard him in such a way otherwise.

The ghost draws nearer, awareness beginning to solidify the form.

No. Please no. Let this last longer. Please.

It feels so real, doesn’t it? The touch of her fingers. It creates a trail of sparks and tingling along his skin. He meets her eyes and his chest aches.

It’s a dream.

He shouldn’t be allowing his mind to conjure up such a scene, it isn’t right.

But oh. She is so close, with her lips a mere fraction of a space away from his. It feels right to be with her like this.

Please.

He closes his eyes as the anticipation and craving for her flows through him in a heated wave, rushing his heart into such a swift rhythm he can hardly bear it. A kiss from her, please, please! It’s all he wants, just one –

A lie. A total lie.

The second her lips touch his, the moment she presses herself ever closer…one kiss is never going to be enough. More, please more. The connection is a firework of pleasure, his body alive and sparking, wanting more and more of the woman. She is soft but insistent, eager and in need. She wants him as much as he wants her (further proof this is but a dream), he can be free to express just how much he’s been holding back.

His arms come around her, and her body is perfect against his. He savours the feeling of it and of her kiss; of the way she coaxes and teases. The little nip she gives him stutters his heart in the best of ways, and he can’t help but want to purr. Finally, he allows himself to kiss her back. A smile pulls up the corners of his mouth, making returning her kiss a little more difficult, but it’s impossible to stop. God, his heart is about to burst from sheer delight and warmth, he’s sure!

But then oh, the way she moves against him…it abruptly sharpens his need and changes the warmth inside him to a burning desire. His hands slide along her form, learning and claiming every curve while his hunger for her keeps his mouth meeting hers with desperation. Her lips are soft, warm satin, and the lower tier is made plumper by the attention he gives to it, sucking and stroking with his tongue, returning that nip she had given him.

With every kiss she steals more of his heart. No, with every kiss he gives her more of it. Please, take everything. Again and again, he offers himself, and nothing thrills him more than the way she wants him with equal abandon.

Too soon, his lungs ache for air and he gives in reluctantly, only willing to give an inch between himself and his lover. He takes a shuddering breath as they separate, and he knows she is doing the same, her body and soul are so close to his, they were almost one.

The earlier thought comes to him again as he looks at her and sees that want and love.

It’s a dream.

It cools his veins but shocks his heart into a panicked beat.

His arms tighten around her, as if to keep her from disappearing.

Please, stay. I need more. Please.

But it’s a dream.

It’s not real.

Recognition of the fact turns the wisp of partial awareness into a corporeal being, ready to pull him away into the light of the waking world.

It is not she that disappears, it’s his own body, in contrast with the solid figure of consciousness that has appeared. His hold on Jackie, meant to secure her with him, is what fades first.

No, no, no! Please!

His hands diminish into nothingness. Then his arms evaporate from around her. He can’t hold her, can’t touch her.

Please!

He holds onto what he can, the sight of her.

I want to stay!

To stay in a world where she wants him. Where she loves him.

But the disintegration continues, his body dispersing into glittering particles.

It’s a dream after all, and dreams don’t listen.

It’s that which makes him realise the truth a moment before he wakes up.

It was no dream.

It was a nightmare.

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fairybond · 3 years

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The guild building had started to empty hours ago, the 'guests' had filtered out first, leaving their secrets and their dirty laundry behind, and after them, the other members of the guild had started to leave as well, quite of few of them joking about needing their beauty sleep. Eve was still there because he was waiting for Hibiki who had been drawn into another meeting with Master Bob, idly (and maybe boredly) running his hands over the table he was sitting at before he lifted his head and turned his gaze towards Lisanna. "Do you have a favourite song?" he asked with a mention towards the piano. "While we wait, I figure I can play." (Those who were tasked with clean-up in the evenings tended to appreciate it.)

@apricious

She plucked up a pair of champagne glasses from one of the tables and added them to her tray, casting her eyes about for more dishes to collect. Her attention switched to Eve as he spoke, her head tilting at the question, gaze shifting towards the piano as she smiled.

“I’d love to hear you play,” she said, and then she thought for a moment, humming before she asked, “I don’t suppose you know any, old Stellan songs, do you?”

She set the tray down on the table and drummed her fingers lightly atop it, eyes wandering heavenward as if her memories could be seen floating along the ceiling. She raised a hand to tap her lip as she concentrated on the whispers and scenes within her mind, speaking slowly as the details began to come to her.

“Back in our village, which was mostly people like our mother who had come from Stella, we had a sort of ‘town hall’ I suppose…a community hall, and every so often they would hold parties, or like…a fair or festival. Nothing fancy, just…everyone coming together, bringing food to share and cook together. There were games for us kids too, I remember running around with the others…And there was music.”

Music was something she enjoyed, and thought was irreplaceable and wonderful. It could make people happy or sad, it could tell stories, it could soothe or bring people together. It had certainly brought all the villagers together on those wonderful nights.

“There was a piano in the hall,” she remembered, “Painted a horrible green, but it sounded beautiful. The other musicians would gather around it, and they’d all play together, and everyone would dance. It was…folk music I suppose. It was really fun, I remember…I remember my parents dancing.”

She closed her eyes at the flash of the new-old memory surfacing. She could almost see their faces as they danced, their movements following the same patterns as those around them…

“They were always shy about starting to dance, but once they got started…they had the most fun of everyone. Papa was a big man, like Elfman, and he was always getting led in the dances by Mama, everyone thought it was quite funny to see it. But there was always one song, a slower one, where he led…”

The melody teased her mind, so faint, so close. She let herself slip further into the memory, focusing on the image of her parents together and the peaceful movements of them swaying and stepping. She began to hum the tune as she mimicked their actions, shifting from foot to foot and turning slowly. The song seemed to solidify in her mind, a few of the lyrics finding their way to her lips.

She trailed off as the rest of the words escaped her, and slowly she opened her eyes and realised she had danced her way part way across the room ( miraculously missing several tables ). She blinked and felt a faint heat in her cheeks, giving a quick rub of her eyes and then tugging a little sheepishly on her earlobe.

“Sorry, I, um…how about you play your favourite song? I’d love to hear that.”

#apricious #kfjngkf probably not exactly what was expected but....the Lore #im soft #❰ ･ﾟ♡ ― ASKS. Lisanna. ❱#❰ ･ﾟ♡ turn your face towards the sun and darkness will fall behind you ― VERSE. MAIN. Lisanna. ❱#❰ ♥ ― lisanna. in character. ❱#❰ ♥ ― interactions. lisanna & eve. apricious. ❱#❰ ♥ ― asks. lisanna & eve. apricious. ❱

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