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dreamcatcher2113 · 2 years

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The Dragon Dance

Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?

You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.

Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault(mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.

Part 12

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The Dragon Dance 13:

Aemond, Jace and Luce arrive at King’s Landing, Jace and Luce let Vermax and Arrax rest in the dragonpit; while Aemond lets Vhagar rest up in the mountains, since she is too big for the dragonpit. There was one last stop that Aemond needed to make before they head back to the castle. The three princes put their hoods over their heads and Aemond led the way to the town, to a specific shop.

“Umm uncle, where are we going now?” Luce asked in a whisper.

“We are going to a shop that is located here, I need something to be done and it’s the only shop that can do it.” Aemond answered. “And Luce you don’t have to whisper, it’s not top secret.”

“What shop is that uncle?” Jace asked.

“You’ll see.”

After a couple turns later, they finally made it to the shop. It was a small shop that had lots of jewelry, gems, and accessories. There were so many items in the store that were made in all kinds of different materials. There were items that were made with leather, metal, gold, silver, and more. Jace and Luce were amazed and in awe, they thought the items that surrounded them were masterpieces.

“Hello? Mary-Weather are you in here?” Aemond calls out, looking for someone in particular.

Someone comes out from the back, from curtains made of beads. A beautiful young woman comes out. She was the same height as Aemond, she had her long red hair in a braid. She wore an ombre orange to yellow dress. She smiled at Aemond once she saw it was him calling for her.

“Aemond. Long time no see. How is that eye treating you?” She asked as she walked up to him and hugged him. Jace and Luce look shock, not knowing how to react.

Aemond smiled a little, hugging the woman back. “Hello Mary-Weather. It’s nice to see you too, the eye you made for me is treating me just fine. Is your husband here? I need both of your help.”

Mary-Weather smiled at Aemond. “My husband is just finishing up. Dear! Aemond is here!”

A large buff man comes out of the back of the curtains. He had black wavy hair, and black beard. A little taller than his wife. He was wearing what it seemed to be a black smith attire. He was wiping his hands with a cloth, and smiled when he saw Aemond.

“Prince Aemond. How are you doing, my boy?” He asked with a big smile. “I would shake your hand old friend but I am covered in gods no what.”

Aemond smiles at the man. “It’s nice to see you too Jon. I see you are hard at work.”

“Well you know me and my wife, we love what we do.” He smiles, standing next to his wife. Trying not to get her and her dress dirty. But Mary-Weather doesn’t care, she hugs her husband anyways.

“Jon and Mary-Weather, these are my nephews. Jace and Luce. Jace and Luce this is Jon and Mary-Weather. They make the best items here in King’s Landing.” Aemond introduced them.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Jace bowed.

“Nice to meet you both.” Luce bowed as well.

“Aemond, you’re too kind. And it’s nice to meet you boys too.” Jon said.

“Well aren’t you two polite, unlike a first born we know.” Mary-Weather said.

“Darling! Not in front of the customers.” Jon warned his wife.

Mary-Weather smacks her husband on the chest lightly. “Oh please Aemond knows who I am talking about, and he will agree with me.”

Aemond chuckles, he knows exactly who Mary-Weather is talking about. That’s a story he will tell his nephews later. “I see you didn't lose your fire Mary-Weather.” Aemond complimented.

“Of course! How else will I deal with this man.” Mary-Weather pointed to her husband.

“Hey!” Jon said faked being offended.

“I’m kidding my love.” Mary-Weather smiled.

“Anyways, how can we help Aemond? I don’t think you came all the way here just to chit-chat.” Jon asked.

“My nephew Jace and I came here to see if you two can turn our items into something for our betrotheds.” Aemond explains as he and Jace show them the items.

“We’ve been meaning to tell you congratulations on your betrothed Aemond. She is a very lucky lady to have you as a husband.” Mary-Weather congratulates Aemond with a smile, she was genuinely happy for him.

“Thank you Mary-Weather, you and your husband are too kind.” Aemond thanked her.

Mary-Weather started to examine the items that Aemond and Jace gave her, and was in awe. “I don’t see why we can’t. I think we can make it happen. What do you two want for your ladies?”

Jace was at loss, he didn’t think this through. He turned to Aemond silently asking him for help. Aemond chuckled seeing his nephew sweating through his clothes.

“Did you get the material I sent you?” Aemond asked.

Jon smiled, nodding his head yes. “We did. Valyrian steel, that’s a rare material Aemond. Mary-Weather and I thank you for trusting us with this fine material.”

“It is no problem dear friend.” Aemond replied.

“I’m guessing you want something special done for your betrothed, Aemond.” Mary-Weather teases Aemond a little bit.

Aemond smiled a little. “I have an idea, yes.”

“Well, please share with the class, dear boy.” Mary-Weather jokingly said.

“I was thinking, can you cut these two stones?” Aemond points to the sapphire and the glowing stone. “And make into one, and make one of them into a necklace?”

“We can definitely do that. It will not be a problem,” Jon answered. “There’s something more isn’t there?”

Aemond nodded his head yes. “I was thinking if you two could, could you make it matching a set. For me and my betrothed could match.”

“I knew you were a secret romantic Aemond. I doubt you want a necklace as well, we can make your half into a pin if it fits your fancy.” Mary-Weather said.

“That is alright Mary-Weather. I trust you and your husband.” Aemond nodded his head.

Mary-Weather turns her attention to Jace. “What about you young man? What were you thinking for your wife to be?”

“I was thinking a simple necklace for her would be fine. She’s not really picky.” Jace answered.

“Simple. I like that.” Mary-Weather complimented.

“How long do you think it will be done?” Aemond asked.

“I would say a few weeks, give and take.” Jon answered.

Aemond and Jace sighed in a slight relief both necklaces would be done before Aemond’s and Y/N's wedding.

“Thank you Jon and Mary-Weather, I appreciate both of your hard work.” Aemond thanked them, while reaching for a pouch full of gold coins. He was about to pay them but Jon refuses.

“This is on the house, think of it as a wedding gift for you and your nephew.” Jon explained.

“I can’t not just pay you both. Especially since you have little ones to take care of.” Aemond offered.

“There’s no need, Prince Aemond. Like my husband said, it’s a wedding gift. It’s the least we can do.” Mary-Weather agreed with her husband.

Aemond sighed knowing he is not going to win this. “Since it’s a gift for me and my nephew, I can’t say no.”

“Please let me know when they are done.” Aemond pleaded.

“Of course Prince Aemond.” Jon bowed.

Aemond, Jace and Luce waved goodbye to Jon and Mary-Weather and thanked both of them. The three princes started to walk back to the castle.

“How do you know them uncle?” Luce asked, as they entered the castle.

“I met them when I needed something to replace my eye. The shops I went to couldn’t do it, until I met Mary-Weather and Jon. They were able to turn the sapphire into an eye.” Aemond answered.

“They seem like really nice people.” Jace added.

“They are. I go to them when I need something to be made or to be done.” Aemond said.

“We can see why. The things they make are amazing.” Luce complimented.

“They are very hard working people, and their craftsmanship shows it.” Aemond agreed with his nephew.

All three of them start to walk to the dining hall. Since Rhaenyra became queen, Aemond noticed they have been having a lot more family dinners. Usually he would have dinner in his room, they didn’t have a whole lot of family dinners. You would think Aemond would not like these family dinners, maybe in the past he probably wouldn’t. Now since you and Aemond are betrothed, he made amends with his nephews, his brother has actually started drinking less, and his mother and Rhaenyra are becoming best friends again. Aemond doesn’t mind spending time with his family.

Aemond, Jace and Luce enter the dinning hall and see everyone was chatting, and having fun; like it should have been. You turned and saw your brothers and your betrothed, and smiled.

“Aemond, Jace, Luce. Come sit with us, we were getting a little worried.” You called out to them.

“We are coming, my love.” Aemond replied, smiling at you.

Aemond, Jace and Luce took their seats next to their betrotheds. All of you were chatting, eating, drinking a little wine here and there. You were all having a good time, all of you were becoming more and more of a family. Aemond couldn’t help but to look at you with loving eyes. He couldn’t help but to think how lucky that he is betrothed to you. He smiles at the thought of calling you his wife soon.

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maelstrom007 · 10 months

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I've got the @ghouljams Fae!au brainrot, and I needed to write more about my OC Mal. This time, featuring ghoul's OC Love, and Fae!Ghost. Thank you so much for letting me borrow them! I hope I do them justice, and they're not too out of character. While it's implied that Mal already knows Witch (I think their friendship started well before this) I thought this was an interesting way to bring Mal into the darlings and 141's sphere of influence.

I hope you enjoy!

Mal stood at the far wall of their crafting space, studying their old leather bound notebook. It was an account of every project they’d ever undertaken here at the shop, filled to the brim with notes. Currently, it was open to the last commission on their list for this quarter, someone wanting a garment that would fill them with confidence after a particularly difficult time in their life. Before them stood several cones of yellow and orange cotton that they had dyed with this intention in mind. Now to decide what it would become. Mal closed their eyes, imagining the customer in their head, how their shoulders had hunched and neck sunk involuntarily. They needed something to straighten up, bring some height back into their frame. A jacket would do them nice.

Mal took the cones to their warping board, a square frame with pegs hanging on the wall, and readied the yarn. Before they began Mal closed their eyes once again, taking deep breaths and pressing their bare feet firmly into the floor as they grounded themselves. Once they were settled, they imagined in their mind what their customer would look like in this new jacket. How their face would be full of warmth and joy, how much taller they would stand, the swagger and spring in their step as they walked. Mal let the feeling wash over them, filling themselves up with the giddy confidence. Full of energy, Mal began the warping process, tying an orange yarn to one peg and wrapping it around sequential pegs until it was as long as their fabric needed to be, then doubling back and following that same path back.

Maintaining this confident headspace Mal continued on, occasionally switching between colors to create a shimmering ombre across the warp. This warp will act as the vertical threads when they weave the fabric later on tonight. Already they could see the gentle halo radiating off of the threads as the intent gets buried deeper and deeper. By the end it’ll be radiant like the sun.

The slight jostle of someone attempting to open the front door made Mal accidentally skip a peg, breaking them out of their concentration. Immediately the halo of the current length they were working on dimmed, forcing them to backtrack and do their best to bring themselves back into the confident headspace. They didn’t really care if someone was at the door, there was no reason for anyone to be there and thus no reason to give them the time of day. Pick up was always reserved for the last week of the month, and they hadn’t pulled aside the heavy curtains hanging from the gutters that prevented humans from seeing the shop, and warned Fae from entering without an invitation. No, those get pulled when Mal’s commission list was empty and ready for new customers. Which it wasn’t.

The jostle returns again and only a well timed breath keeps the bubbling anger from making its way into the warp. They tied it off and stepped away with a sigh. They couldn’t afford to keep having their concentration disrupted by the mystery person at the door.

Opening the door reveals a girl, smiling brightly, “Hey, I think your doors locked.”

“It’s not,” Mal replies. Not in the physical sense anyway. Witch’s wards are strong and clever like that. Although they will have to check up on the curtains outside. Nobody should have been able to find their shop with them pulled shut, although now there was a clear section that was pulled to the side where the girl seemingly forced her way through. Those damn Moth’s were probably nibbling on it again.

The girl stares at them for a moment, as if expecting them to say more. Evidently the silence becomes too long as she presses on, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Why would you want in?”

“Because you’re a business? And I’d like to do business here?” The exasperated look on the girl's face is enough to set Mal’s teeth on edge.

“Pushy aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now come on, I want to get something nice for my boyfriend and he’s going to pick me up any minute now.”

Something about the girl’s big, insistent eyes made Mal’s resolve crack, “Fine. You’ve caught me in an indulgent mood.” Mal turned around, walking back towards the counter, “What are you thinking of?”

When the girl didn’t immediately follow they turned around again, only to see her seemingly stuck mid stride, foot unable or unwilling to touch the hardwood floor of the storefront. Curious. The girl seemed perfectly human to them, but looks could be deceiving.

“You’re welcome in, for this transaction,” her foot fell with a solid thump, and she continued walking in as if nothing had happened.

“So I’d like to get something for my boyfriend.”

Mal settled in and flipped their notebook to a new page, “So you’ve said.”

“Yeah, well I know that he likes to cover up a lot, but recently his gloves have been falling apart and what with Winter coming up I don’t want his hands to be cold-”

As the girl talked, Mal kept a close eye on her chest, watching for any tethers that shone brighter than the others. Humans, and sometimes Fae, had a hard time deciding what their real intent was for a gift, and sifting through their tethers was always easier than getting it out of them through words. Except that the more this girl talked, the more her chest started to light up like a god damn christmas tree. She was tangled and pierced and snared on so many hooks it was almost distressing, and one in particular burned so bright it almost hurt Mal’s eyes to look at.

“Excuse me,” Mal interrupted her, “but may I?” they said, pointing towards the brightly glowing tether at the center of her chest.

“Uh, sure,” she said, slightly confused but trusting all the same.

Reaching out they gently snagged the tether with the tip of their pinky finger. Even with that small amount of contact all they could think of was LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much love, and passion, and desperation, and protectiveness.

Within the next second, Mal’s ears popped as air that used to be in the space behind the girl forcibly vacated in favor of someone apparating there in its place. Mal stumbled back, eyebrows raised in shock as the absolutely massive fucker came into focus. Piercing brown eyes peered out through a pale white skull mask, with one hand wrapping protectively around the girl's chest and the other landing solidly on the table creating an effective barrier between them and Mal.

“What’s wrong, Love?” The man's voice was deep, and although he was addressing the girl, (the capital L was obvious in his tone) his eyes never left Mal’s.

“Well I was going to get you a surprise gift, but I guess that’s not happening anymore.”

“Why were they touching you.”

Mal straightened, “I received permission, if that is your concern. I was only attempting to see what her true intent was for this gift.” Despite the way he was glaring, Mal could tell this man didn’t think they were a threat, at least not physically.

On closer inspection the guys gloves did look as if they were threadbare, ready to fall apart if a stiff breeze came through. He was fae, no doubt about it, and even his human form commanded respect. Mal could see the shimmery effect of the fae’s obscura, hinting at a much larger and much more. . .sinister silhouette. They could do better, break up the outline of his body like camo on a soldier's fatigues, but something told them that he wouldn’t appreciate being upsold at the moment.

“And what was my intention?” Love looked almost giddy to know, leaning over the counter top with a manic grin on her face.

Mal quickly looked between Love and the man, trying to gauge the pro’s and con’s of this whole interaction.

“Go on,” he said.

“Well, it seemed like Love here wanted to stake a claim on you. To possess and protect you as much as you do her.”

Like a seesaw, Love rocked backwards into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms up around his neck and giggling, “Yeah, I guess I am a little obsessed with you.”

For once he looked a little bit out of his depth, and once again Mal almost had to shield their eyes from the sun that seemed to light up between the two. Jesus these two were co dependent as all hell.

“So,” Mal said, desperate to get this conversation over with, “any design you want in particular?”

“Oh, right, I think his gloves should be dark black, with white details that look like finger and hand bones. And can you make them really warm and soft? Am I asking for too much? You’ll tell me if it’s too much right? Also-”

Mal dutifully took notes, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise as Love rambled on. Briefly looking up, Mal saw the masked man curled contentedly around and over top Love’s much smaller form like a mountain sized cat. It was hard to find him intimidating now that his eyes were full of love and adoration.

What a strange pair indeed.

#fae!ghost #ghouls fae!au #fae!au #oc: mal #maelstrom007 #maelstromsfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #call of duty #I imagine that Mals energy and vibe #is really neutral when they're not crafting for something #they're basically like a vessel for intent #theres another version of this that's more angsty #where Mal doesn't get permission #and ends up getting a hook in them similar to when Konig went snooping on Love wayyyyy back when #i think i like this version better though #i hope you like it ghoullllllllllllll #cod fanfic

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ruru0803 · 5 months

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Ken X GN Reader

~ Connected to my Ken x Reader story. The life of the reader before the events of the Barbie Movie.

~ Pining for each other.

~ If you haven't read my story the reader is the younger sibling of Raquelle and Ryan.

~Picture reference for Stacy, Chelsea, Skipper, and Barbie in this story.

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The Sun rose high above Barbieland, shining down brightly on the purple Victorian Mansion, its light reflecting off the golden statues of Raquelle that surrounded the building.

Inside the house in one of the many rooms, laid you all snuggled up in bed. The curtain in your room shut out the light leaving you encompassed in darkness. You were having a peaceful dream, one in which you could just sit and be with your loved ones without any judgement. A smile made its way on your unconscious face. You were peaceful.

Until....

The door to your room slammed open revealing your siblings, Raquelle and Ryan. Ryan had a grin on his face as he pulled a horn from behind his back as Raquelle made her way towards the curtain.

She pulls it open flooding your room with light as Ryan begins to play the horn making you jump up from your sleep and fall out of your bed in panic.

You groan from the ground before standing up and glaring at your grinning siblings.

"Seriously, Every time."

Raquelle walks to your closet and shifts through different clothes trying to find something to match her and Ryan's red leather looks. Ryan pushes you into the bathroom before shutting the door.

You were Y/N Lee Kim, the youngest and kindest of the group. You came out a few years ago, a new doll without an adjective just something Mattel hoped would stick. A Collab opportunity and that was it.

You didn't usually sleep in, not because you didn't want to but because everyone in Barbieland was expected to be up and about during the day. Your siblings basically made a schedule to keep you busy every hour of the day.

"Y/N!! Let's go!!"

Ryan banged hard on the door before opening the door and tossing to you the clothes Raquelle had picked out for you.

"Come on, we're already late. Let's go, let's go, let's go!!"

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, closing the door in his face to get ready.

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You walked out of the bathroom in your black dress shirt and ombre red and black dress pants to find your siblings, hastely throwing food into a plastic togo container.

Raquelle wore a red and black ombre dress with red heels while Ryan wore a similar outfit as yours though he finished his look with an ombre jacket.

"What are you two doing?"

Raquelle stuffs the Togo container into a bag as Ryan grabs the keys to his car and the two push you out the door.

"Because someone wanted to sleep in.. we missed our 5 am rehearsal."

You rolled your eyes at Ryan. He literally ran a show until 12 am, a show in which no one showed up.

"Who has rehearsals at five in the morning?"

The three of you hop into the red car. Ryan and Raquelle took the front and you laid down in the back.

"If Raquelle can get up every morning to run, you can get up and rehearse."

You grumble to yourself and glare at Ryan as the car pulls out of the lawn and onto the plastic road.

"So what do we have today sis?"

Ryan slightly glanced in Raquelle's direction.

"A bunch of freelance chores that our sibling couldn't help but say yes to doing."

Raquelle gave you an annoyed look as you shrugged.

"What? I like helping people out."

"They don't help you."

"So..."

"So, why would you do that to yourself?"

Raquelle looks back at you.

"If I want to help my friends, I'm going to help them."

"Everyone knows to help someone only if you're getting some back in return. Right, Ryan?"

Ryan nods along to Raquelle, his attention mostly on the road and not on whatever the two of you were arguing about.

"That's stupid."

"It's not stupid."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you motion to the twins.

"We help each other all the time."

"That's different."

Raquelle swings her finger around motioning to each of you.

"We're family."

"And they're my friends!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes at your statement. The only ones that could ever be considered "friends" to the three of you were the Kens and Allan.

"You can't call everyone your friend just because you had two conversations with them. Let's not delude ourselves."

Your brows raise, challengingly.

"I'm delusional now."

"Alright, Alright. You guys need to stop, you're being annoying now."

Ryan turns on the radio and the station was playing one of Barbie's favorite songs.

"Great."

Raquelle slides down in her seat as Ryan drives you guys to your destination.

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You and Raquelle stood behind the kitchen counter of Baker Barbie's bakery, sticking plastic frosting onto a plastic cupcake. Raquelle grumbled about it but put in a lot of effort after Barbie said that she would give you guys what was left after her delivery.

Ryan was walking back and forth, frantically talking on the phone.

"Please, give me another chance. This is something I'm super serious about."

Ryan made a face as if he was offended by what the other person said.

"Of course I'm serious about this. This is my livelihood."

Ryan stops walking for a second to look at you.

"It was a family emergency..."

You were starting to feel kind of bad. The person, Ryan was talking to was the owner of the Venue You and Ryan signed a contract with. The person has been trying to find every reason to get rid of the two because of your affliction with Raquelle. The only reason they signed a contract with you was because Stereotypical Barbie charmed them into it. Because you slept in, it could cause you to lose it altogether.

"Then I guess it's done. My family comes first and if you don't like that then we can find something better."

Ryan walks up to the counter to help you guys out.

"So?"

Ryan looks at you before shrugging.

"We lost the venue."

Your shoulders dropped and your eyes started to fill with guilt.

"No, No."

Ryan walks up to your side and places his hand on your shoulders.

"I know I was upset earlier but do not blame yourself. They have been trying to get rid of us for a month now."

"But-"

"No, Buts. Now frost your cakes."

Ryan smiles at you before going to box up the cupcakes.

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"Thanks for distracting Ken for me. It's Barbie's political campaign party and I need everything to go perfectly."

You nod at Stereotypical Barbie, understandingly while Raquelle squints her eyes at her.

"So you want us to...Ken-sit?"

Barbie shrugs her shoulders, giving you all a sideways smile.

"Sort of. I don't mind hanging out with Ken but..."

Barbie looks off to the side, trying to find the right words to say.

"Sometimes he can get in the way and it does more harm than good."

You nod your head again, eagerly at the thought of spending the day with Ken. However it doesn't seem like everyone was on your side today.

"I don't know if Y/n told you but our schedule is pretty booked today."

You roll your eyes at your sister's statement, the only reason she didn't want to do it is because Barbie asked.

Barbie turns her attention to you directly.

"Oh, well. When I asked yesterday, You seemed pretty okay with it."

"That's because I am okay with it."

You turn to Barbie, giving her a big smile.

You give both Raquelle and Ryan a stern look, knowing Ryan wanted to interject about having to spend the day with Ken. Or at least an hour or two with him.

"You can count on me."

You go to salute but quickly get distracted by the sound of things falling on the floor. The four of you turn in the direction of the chaos to find Ken trying to gather the things he dropped.

"Ken!! I told you to be careful."

"I'm sorry, Barbie. I tripped over a heel."

Barbie walks over to where Ken stood and picks up a now broken model of Barbieland.

"Barbie needed this for her presentation tonight."

Ken looks down at his feet in shame before looking back up determined.

"I'll remake it. I'll spend all afternoon doing it if I have to."

Barbie however shakes her head at the idea.

"It's fine. I'll figure something out."

"Barbie-"

"It's okay. Really."

Barbie gives Ken a reassuring smile that seemed kind of forced to you but Ken believed it so it was fine.

Ken smiles at Barbie before his attention falls onto you. You start to get nervous under his gaze as his eyes light up at the sight of you.

"Y/N!!"

You wave at him.

"Hey, Ken!!"

He runs up to you and pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. You hugged him back tightly, as long as you could before Ryan broke the two of you apart, sending Ken a cold glare as he does so. Ken didn't seem bothered by it though.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all day!!"

Ken's attention was solely focused on you.

"Yeah, Yeah...I've been around."

You shrug slightly trying not to seem so nervous in front of him.

"Well, I missed you this morning."

"Did you?"

Ken nods at you.

"Well, I missed you too."

You smile at him causing his to widen as the two of you stare into the other's eyes. The temperature in the room started to rise, Barbie didn't notice more focused on how she was going to fix the model than what you two were up to. Raquelle and Ryan however looked on at the scene.

"Okay. Yeah, we all..we all missed each other. We're all besties. Everyone out the door."

Raquelle rolls her eyes at Ryan's attempt to break any type of tension you guys had. He was always so protective of you though it was more of an annoyance to the two of you. You wanted to see where the relationship would go despite the fact that you guys couldn't 'technically' be together whereas Raquelle just wanted to see you happy.

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The four of you decide to walk towards the next destination, it wasn't too far away since the Barbies were practically neighbors. However the walk was pretty miserable for you considering the fact that Ryan basically forced Ken to walk twenty feet behind you. Raquelle stayed with Ken because he was pouting about being lonely, hoping you would join him but Ryan sent Raquelle instead. Ryan and You walked side by side, his arm was around your shoulder constantly pushing you forward whenever you would stop to see what Ken and Raquelle would laugh about.

"This sucks..."

You pouted, frustrated with Ryan's overprotectiveness.

"Yeah, taking the car would be way faster."

You rolled your eyes at him before letting out a frustrated sigh. He rubs your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug before letting go.

"No worries, we'll be there any minute."

"Right..."

You sulked more when Ken and Raquelle laughed again. You weren't a jealous person but you sure wished you were Raquelle right about now.

Ken looked at you longingly as Raquelle talked about her dreams of opening up a boutique. He and Raquelle were close friends but at this moment he was wishing you were by his side instead.

"I can distract him you know."

"What?"

Ken looked at Raquelle confused about what she was saying.

"We're supposed to be babysitting. I can distract Ryan so that the two of you can have a moment alone."

Ken's eyes shine in excitement.

"You'd do that?"

Raquelle smiles at him and nods.

"As long as you finally confess, seeing you drool over my sibling from afar is getting kind of old."

Ken chuckles nervously.

"I'll try."

"That's all we can ask."

Once you guys make it towards a dream house, Ryan presses the doorbell causing the Barbie that owned the place to walk to the entrance.

She sighed in relief, giving you guys a smile, she looked tired though she tried to hide it.

"Chelsea, Stacy, Skipper!!"

After a few minutes the sound of foot steps could be heard before three other dolls joined you at the entrance. One was older than the others she had dark hair and she wore headphones around her neck, the other two were carbon copies of each other, one wore a sports jersey while the other was all dressed up.

"These are my sisters. They'll be the ones you're babysitting."

"What?"

"Barbie..."

"I'm a babysitter, we don't need a babysitter."

The three of them complained as Barbie pulled them to the side to talk to them. After a while the four join you again though the younger sisters weren't as enthusiastic as Barbie was.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem."

You wave her off with a smile.

~✨✨

An hour has passed since Barbie had left and the seven of you had all sat on the couch watching a movie. Chelsea seemed the most into it, Stacy sat next to her spinning a basketball on the tip of her finger, Skipper was drumming her fingers against her leg and her headphones were now on her head, the rest of you sat there bored out of your mind.

"Psst..."

Ken looked at Raquelle hoping she would give him her attention.

"Psst.."

Raquelle inhaled deeply through her nose.

"Psst..."

"Omg!! Someone answer him!!"

Everyone shushed Ryan causing him to glare at Ken. Raquelle turned to face Ken.

"What?"

Ken looked down bashfully before looking up to meet her eyes.

"You think you could give us a moment."

He gestures to you then himself.

"Alone."

Raquelle sighs before turning in your direction.

"Hey, Y/n!!"

"Yes, Raquelle?"

"Could you make us some snacks?"

You made a face before turning to her.

"Make it yourself."

"But I asked you..."

"So? You have legs..."

Raquelle sighs before trying something else.

"Kids, don't you want snacks?"

Stacy and Chelsea cheered.

"Yes!!"

"Of course!!"

Skipper shrugged.

"I could eat."

Raquelle sent you a cocky smirk.

"Are you really gonna let them down?"

You sighed sending Raquelle a glare before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. Raquelle waits a minute before ramming her elbow into Ken's stomach and nodding towards the kitchen, Ken smiles and mouths a thank you to her before getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom..."

Ryan shrugs before turning back to the still picture of a fairy.

You turn to face the door once you hear it open, you smile once you realize Ken was there at the door.

"Hey!! What are you doing here, Ken?"

Ken shrugs and smiles back at you.

"I thought I could help."

"Oh?"

You look around but the dream house had a snack button so there were already cupcakes on the counter at the ready.

"I mean I'm kind of finished."

"Oh.."

Ken looks down upset that he missed his chance. You stare at him for a bit before taking the plate and pushing it into the trash.

"Whoops..."

Ken looks up at you as you sit by the counter patting the seat beside you.

"Grab the flour and stuff, we can chat a bit while we're at it."

A smile finds its way on Ken's face again as he hastily makes his way to you after grabbing the ingredients.

"So, how's your day been?"

"Good, Good."

Ken places his cheek in his hand as he stares deeply into your eyes.

"Anything happen on the beach today?"

You start to grab the ingredients from him and place them on the table, taking two eggs and putting them in a bowl.

Ken thinks about it his day for a bit before making a face, he shakes his head and shrugs when he notices your attention on him.

"What was that?"

"What?"

You pointed at him with a spoon.

"That face you made. What happened?"

Ken looks embarrassed and shakes his head again.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

Ken pretends to be offended by your comment.

"Me a Liar? I would never lie to you."

You place a hand on your hip before shaking your spoon at him.

"You're lying to me right now, mister. C'mon tell me."

Ken sighs as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, Okay...So, Ken was doing as he does, pretending he's the best Ken that ever graced Barbieland."

You roll your eyes at his statement, he always took any chance he could to throw shade at Simu!Ken.

"Barbie wanted to have a dance off."

"Right..."

You start to add the rest of the ingredients in the bowl making sure to keep glancing at Ken so he knew you were listening.

"We were all supposed to have 10 mins to dance and Ken's 10 minutes were up however he kept dancing showing off his stupidly great dance moves."

"He is a great dancer."

Ken pouts at you and you respond by shrugging then ruffling his hair.

"Anyway, I stepped in for my turn and tried to do a round off like I saw gymnast Barbie do but I ended up tripping over his foot. I tried to catch myself but I grabbed Ken's shirt and we both ended up on the ground. Suffice it to say, I did not win."

You pat him on the back before pushing the bowl in front of him to stir.

"Maybe no one noticed."

"Everyone was watching..."

"If it makes you feel better I lost my venue for my show."

Ken faces you with a concerned look.

"What?! Why?! How?!"

You shrug.

"I overslept..."

"Oof...What did Ryan say?"

"He took it surprisingly well."

Ken's eyebrows were raised in shock.

"That's surprising.."

You rolled your eyes with a smile knowing he was right.

"He's not that bad."

You take the bowl from him before placing it into the oven and closing it.

"Oh yeah? Remember that time the two of us wanted to go roller skating together."

You smiled at his words, you had never learnt how to roller skate and Ken has offered to teach you. You remembered talking about it with your siblings nonstop, you counted the days until your day off but Ryan had caught a cold.

You were more worried about being a good sibling to think about how logical that would be...

"What about that time I got both of us ice cream?"

Ryan ended up taking both from Ken and eating it in front of him when you were busy talking to Raquelle.

"Or that time we went to the movies..."

That day was completely ruined. Ryan followed you and brought along a confused Raquelle. He ended up taking Ken's seat and having him sit in a row further away which was Ryan's. Let's just say no one but Ryan was happy that day.

"I see your point..."

You furrowed your brows thinking over all the times Ryan ruined your moments with Ken.

"He's just trying to be... protective."

You walk up to him and he pulls you close, laying his head on your stomach with a sigh.

"Does he have to be protective all the time? Sometimes I just want to be with you..."

You smile at him as he looks up at you.

"Just the two of us..."

The two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes, just admiring the other before the door opens up.

"Guys c'mon the kids are hun-"

Raquelle stops in her tracks as Ken glares at her.

"I ruined the moment..."

You sigh pulling away from Ken to grab the cupcakes from the oven which were now completely done.

"I'm just gonna...Yeah."

Raquelle walks out with an apologetic look on her face. You and Ken stare at each other, shaking your head with a smile on your face before heading out with the cupcakes.

When the two of you make your way back into the living room, you notice that the sitting arrangement changed. Ryan was now between Raquelle and the Kids. Raquelle nods to the empty spot that was now open for you and Ken to sit beside each other much to the annoyance of Ryan.

Raquelle winks at Ken and he smiles back at her quickly pulling you into the spot beside him.

~✨✨

About an hour later, Barbie walks back into the house giving Ken a big hug and thanking the rest of you.

"I appreciate it so much, thank you."

You shrug with a smile.

"It was nothing. They were absolute angels."

"Can we go to the beach later Barbie? Can we? Can we?"

"Of course we can."

Barbie waves the four you goodbye before shutting the door.

The four of you start to walk back in the direction of your car. Ken however was dragging his feet.

"Could you walk any slower Kenny boy?"

You all looked back at the sadden doll.

"Ken, what's wrong?"

Ken shakes his head.

"Nothing, I just have to go to Barbie's party in a few minutes. She wants me to support Barbie. I won't get to spend the day with you."

"Oh, Ken."

You walk up to him placing both your hands on his cheeks.

"We'll see each other tomorrow.."

You lean in and whisper.

"Meet me at our spot tomorrow evening."

"Hey, Too close."

Raquelle rolls her eyes before pulling Ryan along. Ken smiles at you with a nod before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"See you tomorrow.."

#barbie #barbie 2023 #ken x reader #ken x you #camila mendes #margot robbie #nick jonas #raquelle barbie #ryan barbie #ryan gosling #Playground Rivals #jenna ortega #meg donnelly #ruby rose turner

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Recalled • 57 - Quinceañera

Previous • Series Masterlist

Aight fair warning there might be some bad Spanish in here. (Cause I do not speak that language.)

Roland looks outside the front windows of the hall as he adjusts his shirt collar. He stands there like he’s waiting for someone, yet no one was told to come this early. He looks over to Sam, who stares at all the periwinkle-themed decorations.

“You’re not back there with Nero?” He asks him.

Sam shakes his head, he looks a little sad. “Nero hasn’t said it, but I think she just wants me to leave her alone.”

“I see.”

Roland takes another slow lap around the hall admiring all the decorations. The ombre draped curtains, the flowers, and the beautiful crown moulding on the hall’s walls. He walks into the back room, where his mother, his abuela and Nero are busy getting Lilian ready. Roland looks at his father who stands off to the side. “You’re not helping them?”

His father laughs. “They keep yelling at me whenever I try.”

“Well, you don’t have the feminine touch we women have,” Nero responds.

“Sí, me gusta ella.” His abuela says it’s funny, she perfectly understands English but she can’t speak a lick of it.

Nero looks bewildered. “What did she say?” She asks Mr. Delgado.

“She said she likes you chica.”

“Oh,” Nero reddened with shyness.

Nero pins back Lilian’s hair with a bejewelled clip, she makes sure that the bottoms of her ears aren’t covered leaving room for the earrings her grandmother places in them.

Nero turns to face Lilian. “So, any boyfriends?”

Lilian shakes her head solemnly. “All the boys that like me are weird, and all the boys I like think I look weird.”

“Hmmph, assholes.”

“But I do look weird.”

“Honey nooo…” Nero gets Cindy and Florencia to back away for a moment, she turns Lilian’s chair to one of the mirrors. “Look how pretty you are, you’ve got pretty blue eyes, beautiful long dark brown hair, and when you put on that gorgeous dress you’ll be the prettiest girl here.”

“But my eye, everyone will be talking about that.”

“Psssh, not with Sam and I here, what do you think they’ll be talking about, the Quinceañera’s lazy eye or the two Rewinds with Mason Starkey’s face?”

“I knew that face looked familiar!” Danilo interjected half-hazardly.

“But-,” Lilian continued.

“Hey! If someone mocks your appearance I’ll spill punch on them or something, you're very beautiful, and I need you to see that.”

Lilian nods, and the girls get back to getting her ready. Once done, her mother helps her slip on her dress, and her abuela puts on her gloves and the rest of her jewelry.

“Oh, la dieciochoañera es una princesa tan hermosa!” Her abuela tells her.

“Can the princess give us a spin?” Nero asks Lilian.

Lilian twirls a few times, stopping once she gets dizzy, which is only two to three twirls. The girls cheer her on and Lilian seems to get really happy.

Half an hour later all the guests have arrived, Roland peeks out from the entrance curtains to see if he can spot Hayden. He sees him talking to a befuddled guy with a ponytail and tattoos covering his entire body, weird, who invited that guy?

His mother comes up to him and Roland opens the curtain for her, she heads down to the middle of the hall, getting everyone’s attention.

“Hello everyone, please sit down, we'll be starting in one minute,” She turns around, walking back into the curtains as everyone gets seated. “How’s the speech going Lilian?”

Roland turns around to see Lilian speed-reading a piece of paper. “Good.” She says nervously, she lowers the paper from her view, frantically looking around for a table to put it on.

Roland goes towards her. “Do you want me to hold on to it?”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Could be good in case you forget a part.”

“And look like an idiot?”

“I’m not saying that,” He gestures at the page. “Hand it over, we don't have much time.” Lilian gives him the page and he neatly folds it and slides it into his coat pocket.

Their mother and father slip out of the curtains making it to the middle of the room. Lilian’s Quinceañera isn’t religious, so there won’t be any padrinos, which means her small Quinceañera court is next to go on, which consists of Roland, one of Lilian’s classmates, their abuela, and their tía. If Roland remembers correctly her name is Alejandra. “See you in like ten seconds.” He tells Lilian as he walks out.

As Roland gets to the middle of the floor he sees Nero open the curtains wide for Lilian, the room is suddenly filled with murmurs of “Oh, she’s so beautiful.” and “Oh que linda.” Lilian turns her head down hiding a big smile as she walks towards the middle. Last to come out is her Chamberlain, it’s another guy from her class who is wheelchair-bound, Nero follows behind him, making sure he’s able to keep a steady pace as he rolls. Once he’s in the middle Nero hides herself in the court.

The guests are instructed to stand up as Lilian is handed a microphone to begin her toast.

“Hi everyone, thank you for coming,” She starts. “I’m really glad you all came, and I hope you enjoy this party. I never would’ve expected this to happen, and…” Roland starts to notice Lilian is hyperventilating, she starts to go into a cold sweat. “I hate this.” she spits out. Roland and their father rush to her side, Roland takes the microphone from Lilian and hands it to their father, he in turn exchanges it for his pocket-handkerchief. Roland blots away at Lilian’s sweat and tears. “What’s wrong?” He asks her.

“I forgot my lines.”

Roland pulls the paper out of his pocket and hands it to her. “I guess we were better safe than sorry.”

“And I sound like a mouse.”

“Yeah, a pretty one.”

Lilian laughs. “I hate you.”

Lilian unfolds the paper as Roland hands her back the microphone. “Pretend you're just talking to me okay.” Lilian nods as she clears her throat. “I never would’ve expected this to happen, and I’m very thankful to my family for putting this together. This year I really wanted a dress for my birthday, and I guess I got the dress and a whole lot more. I’m also really happy that this year I was able to meet my real father. He’s really nice and ten times better than the father I had for most of my life. I know I’ve still got so much more to live, but I’m at least grateful that my eighteenth birthday is a happy one.” She nods to Roland, indicating her toast is over.

Roland hands over the microphone to his abuela and tía Alejandra.

“Hola a todos, muchas gracias por venir.” His abuela starts.

“Hello everyone, thank you so much for coming.” His tía echoes in English.

“Estoy muy feliz de que todos hayan venido a la Quinceañera de mi nieta.”

“I am so happy you all came to my granddaughter’s Quinceañera.”

“Cuando era pequeña, las quinceañeras todavía se estaban integrando en la cultura española, así que fue realmente una sorpresa cuando tuve la oportunidad de tener una.”

“When I was little, Quinceañeras were still being integrated into Spaniard culture, so it was really a surprise when I got to have one myself.”

“Cuando mi hija tuvo su Quinceañera, me aseguré de que fuera la mejor fiesta de su vida, eso es exactamente lo que quería regalarle a mi nieta también.”

“When my daughter had her Quinceañera, I made sure it was the best party of her life, that’s exactly what I wanted to give my granddaughter as well.”

“Y continuaré asegurándome de que todas mis nietas tengan excelentes Quinceañeras.”

“And I will continue to make sure all my granddaughters have excellent Quinceañeras.”

“Ahora vamos a cenar.”

“Now, let’s have dinner.”

Lilian’s family is served first before the DJ calls out certain tables to head up to the buffet. While Roland is eating his abuela starts talking to him. “Rolando, ¿por qué no vinieron tus abuelos con nosotros?”

“Hmm, grandparents? No, my grandmother isn’t here, we made sure not to invite her.”

“Ah, pero ellos,” His abuela points over to Otto and Martha.

Roland shakes his head, laughing. “No, no, those are our neighbours, I do wish they were our grandparents though, they’re far nicer people.”

Roland excuses himself from the table to alleviate himself, once he gets out of the bathroom he sees the guy covered in tattoos leaning against the wall. Roland goes over to him. “Who are you?” He asks.

“Hayden’s plus one,” Lev answers. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize me, almost…” Lev suddenly has a moment of realization. “Oh, you were unwound the entire time, sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Lev holds out his hand. “I’m Lev Tashi’ne, the clapper who didn’t clap.”

Roland nods his head absentmindedly.

“You still don’t know me.”

Roland shakes his head, affirming Lev’s suspicions.

“I’m glad actually, unlike Hayden I don’t like being seen as a micro-celebrity,” He pauses. “Sorry for being here, Hayden had me thinking this was Connor-related, and now I’m here at some girl’s birthday party.”

“No, you’re not a burden,” Roland reassures him. “And, at least Hayden isn’t so alienated now.”

“Hah, guess he and I have that in common, we don’t know anyone here,” Lev’s face straightened. “Though I think I remember you from the graveyard.”

“You remember Roland, not me, I’m Modified.”

Lev nods. “When I went to Cleaver to become a clapper I had asked about Roland, he said Roland wasn’t the right material to be a clapper.”

Roland blinks. “Of course, I’m not a coward.”

Lev gives him a disgusted look. “A coward?! Roland clapping is self-immolation!”

Self-immolation, Roland had heard those words before. He believes it was his English professor, who was also the psychology professor who had brought it up whilst they were reading a book. He had described it as a form of protest or an act of martyrdom, because someone was literally lighting themselves on fire it was considered one of the most extreme methods of protest.

“Well, firstly self-immolation is setting yourself on fire, not blowing up. Pretty sure people who commit self-immolation also believe the world will get its shit together because of their protests. Clappers hate the world, they want it destroyed, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

Lev tries to say something, but he stops himself because Roland is right.

“Hey, be mad at me all you want, but you’ll have to get in line behind Connor and Risa.”

After supper Lilian’s father slips her from flats into heels, he makes sure she’s stable before guiding her onto the dance floor for a father-and-daughter dance. “Are you nervous?” He asks her.

“A little.”

“Well, don’t be, I’m right here.”

Danilo and Lilian dance alone on the dancefloor, Roland watches as their father asks Lilian a question, she accepts it, and their father lifts her up into the air he spins her around before setting her back down. The crowd cheers and they soon join them on the dance floor, Roland goes to sit in the corner not really wanting to dance until he has to. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Nero walking up to Hayden, who looks horrified at the sight of her. The way Nero had half her hair dyed red and permed in curls made everyone instantly recognize whose face she had.

“Sorry, he came back from the dead.” She starts.

“I’m more scared that he came back as a sexy woman.”

“Ay, woah, cool it! I’m not into men.”

“I’m not into you either, I’m just stating the facts.”

“Hmm, thanks, but I didn’t come for flattery, I came to give you closure.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, listen, the way you look at me tells me a lot, you’ve been hurt by Mason. I just want you to know that you can rest easy. All I have is his skin, everything else is probably buried deeper than the respected dead. He’s gone, and he’s never coming back.”

Hayden nods. “That’s very nice of you to say, but I don’t think I should be the one hearing it.”

Nero furrows her brow as Hayden grabs a napkin from a nearby table and writes down a phone number and a name, he hands her the napkin. “That’s who needs closure, she’s busy dealing with the aftermath of Starkey’s harem.”

Nero goes wide-eyed. “He had a harem?”

Hayden nods. “Thankfully only one of three girls he had sex with actually produced a kid, and then she died in childbirth.”

Nero winces, “Yikes.”

“Yeah, Bam didn’t trust those two other girls with the baby, so she left them and took the baby with her.”

“What a noble woman.”

“Yeah, one of the only nice storks in Stork Brigade.”

Hayden leaves Nero alone with the number of a stork girl named Bambi.

Lilian didn’t have a surprise dance after the waltz, but then that meant that after the waltz Roland and members of the court would have to invite someone onto the dancefloor. As the waltz ends and before Roland can even get up Hayden comes rushing over to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I want to dance with you,” Hayden confesses.

“You, you want to be chosen by a court member?”

“Well, not just any court member.” He mumbles.

Roland gets up, “Alright, come dance with me.” Roland grabs his arm and leads him to the dance floor. They’re mostly covered on all sides by people, making the moment feel more intimate than it already is.

Hayden looks into Roland’s eyes. “Your eyes look like watercolours.”

“Huh?”

“Like the way the pigments are injected, I’ve never seen anything like it. When did you get them done?”

Roland is taken aback. “Hayden, they’ve been like this since before I was unwound.”

“Oh,” Hayden looks down, becoming a little sheepish. “I guess I never noticed.”

Hayden eventually looks back up into Roland’s eyes, and Roland becomes redder with every moment.

“Are you blushing?” Hayden asks him.

“Yes Captain Obvious, because someone is staring right into my soul.”

Hayden laughs. “Y’know someone from the graveyard once told me that, to have a soul, you had to be loved.”

“Oh, I’m feeling very loved right now,” Roland says sarcastically.

“Well prepare to be loved even more, ‘cause little ole me fucked over your ex’s chance of getting a good job!”

Roland’s entire world stops, and he backs away from Hayden. “You did what?”

Hayden panics. “I was going through public records and I found that a guy around your age named Trevor had to replace his testes. Research got the best of me and I found he went to your school and that multiple agencies were ready to pick him up. I just had to do something about it.”

“Hayden…”

Hayden pulls Roland's hands towards him. “This isn’t just about you! It’s about all the other people he could hurt in the future. You’d want people safe from him wouldn’t you?”

Roland nods, still letting Hayden hold onto his hands.

Hayden holds his hands close to his chest. “Listen, I feel bad that you invited me all the way out here and I didn’t bring anything. So umm, there’s kind of a ticket to a party I haven’t cashed out yet and… I’d be okay if you were my plus one.”

Roland smiles. “Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Upchurch?”

Hayden flushes red. “N-no what makes you say that? Do you want to go out on a date with me?”

Roland laughs. “You know what? Maybe I would,” He brings his hands back into Hayden’s vision. “I asked because you’re also still holding my hands and being awkward.”

Hayden tries to pull away, but Roland tightens his grip around his hands whilst giggling.

Hayden bashfully tucks his chin into his neck, looking down like an embarrassed toddler. “You’ve got very pretty eyes, Roland.” He mumbles.

Roland hums, “I know, I’ve been told.”

An hour before the end of the ceremony Lilian cuts the cake with her group, and then they are left to join back in on the ceremony as her mother, abuela and tía set the cake down at each table. Roland goes over to Nero as she eats her slice. He supposes the entire party he wasn’t paying any attention to what she was wearing because it’s truly a shock when he looks at her. She wears a long shimmering light coral dress, the side of it has a slit so far up you can see where Roland’s old leg and the BioBuilder torso meet, there’s also plenty of inner boob.

“Can you not stare at me like that?” She asks shyly.

“Sorry,” He averts his gaze. “It’s a very pretty dress.”

“I know, I’ve been ogled many times.”

Roland sits down with her.

“When does this party end?” She asks.

“Well, Lilian just cut the cake, so around another hour.”

“Hmmph!”

“You haven’t even said a word to Sam tonight, have you?”

Nero sniffs. “Talking to him will just make me cry, I don’t want your sister or anyone to see me cry.”

Roland nods. “I hear you went back to school again, why?”

Nero sighs. “I went to the flight academy to escape war, but it just brought me right back to it. So I’m taking courses in business so I can help Sam or something.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Yeah, yeah shut up.”

The party is close to ending as Lilian has her last dances, one with her father, one with her mother, and one with someone special in her life. Roland wonders who that will be, but it doesn’t take long for him to find out. As Lilian ends her dance with her mother she looks around for someone.

“Roland?” She calls out.

Roland looks up and raises his hand. “I’m over here!” He shouts, he gets out of the seat next to Nero and runs over to her.

“You wanted to dance with me?” He asks.

Lilian nods, as they hold each other and sway Roland realizes something.

“You’re crying.” Lilian notices.

“It’s just, you’re all grown up now.” He sniffs.

“You sound like a dad.”

“I did parent you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I’m not that old yet, it’s still the beginning of my life.”

“Yeah, it is.”

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic #unwind series #sequel fic #roland taggart #unwind oc #hayden upchurch #lev tashi'ne #Bambi Covalt

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Hours in the Moonlight: Fairest Midnight - Vampires Don't Eat Potatoes - Vil

Author's Notes: This is the Vil Halloween fic I mentioned in my previous Jade fic. This one is actually from an AU type thingie that may or may not get more stuff added to it. It'll depend on if I stay interested in it and if you guys like it. Thus far the AU is unnamed to.... Anyway, reader is gender-neutral as per usual and Vil is a vampire.

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Fluff / Vampire AU/ romantic/ sfw

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1500

EDIT: So, this fic is officially the first part of "Fairest Midnight" which is first section of my new vampires series: "Hours in the Moonlight." I hope everyone enjoys this new work that I'm very excited to be sharing!

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

Knit, purl, purl. Knit, purl, purl. Knit, purl, purl. The almost rhythmic clicking of my needles paired with the classical music from the only station my radio was currently picking up did make for an odd soundtrack. But then my life had become quite odd ever since last Halloween….

The sounds of stringed instruments playing in harmony filled my room as I continued to knit, idly thinking about how strange my life had gotten for absolutely no good reason. But then… Beggars can’t be choosers.

As if the world sensed my thoughts, my night took a turn from a peaceful, if dull, evening to vaguely chaotic.

The window I was sitting next to burst open, causing me to all but fall out of my chair in surprise as cold wind poured into my previously warm apartment. The curtains that usually hung most of the way to the floor were whipped into a frenzy as the wind stirred them.

Amid the fluttering fabric, I could see something that caused my whole body to tense and my pulse to quicken. There, slightly obstructed from my view by the fabric, stood a tall caped figure that loomed over me.

My body reacted faster than my mind as my hand clamped down on my single loose knitting needle and plunged it forward. I stood, pushing myself upwards towards the man that leaned over me as I shoved the needle towards his unprotected chest.

It entered his body in utter silence with little resistance. I panted, adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I watched the man stumble, silently, backwards. He curled forward and around the make-shift weapon that now stuck out of his chest. Time seemed to slow as I watched the man’s form and slowly backed away.

The wind died down and my curtains fell back to a resting position, revealing the intruder and I felt my eyes widen. I knew that ombre hair.

“Ow.” Vil’s voice was deadpan when he spoke and his irritation was obvious. Not that I could entirely blame him. He met my wide-eyed gaze with flashing amethyst eyes, “That hurt.”

I let out a huff, covering my earlier panic with feigned annoyance as my adrenaline died down and my hands began to tremble from excess energy, “Oh please. It didn’t hurt that bad. You aren’t even crying.”

He snorted, unimpressed.

“Tears or not,” His slender, gloved fingers wrapped around my knitting utensil and, with his eyes never leaving mine, yanked it out of his chest without even a grunt of discomfort, “It still hurts.”

He glanced down at the needle in his hand, a frown still on his face, “It's not even wood…. And you didn’t hit where my heart is.”

His eyes met mine once more as he let the notably metal needle roll out of his hand and clatter sadly to the floor, “If it hadn’t been me then you would be in big trouble. If you weren’t already dead. What were you thinking?”

I crossed my arms and frowned at both him and his scolding tone. As if he had the right to chastise me when he was the one breaking and entering, “I could say the same to you. Of course I’m going to panic if you come through my 2nd story window like some sort of gravity-immune creep.”

To be fair he wasn’t gravity-immune or a creep. He was just unnaturally strong due to being a vampire of unknown age since he refused to date himself. He also might be able to fly or jump really far, but I wasn’t entirely sure about either of those things and now didn’t seem like the time to ask.

Vil rolled his eyes, “Potato….”

I cut him off and continued, talking had now become a way to get rid of this excess energy in hopes of keeping the imminent adrenaline crash at bay, “You know I'm on high alert this time of year. I could have really hurt you.” Despite my annoyance, concern leaked into my tone and he stilled.

After the briefest of moments Vil crossed his arms and gave me a pointed look and I knew I’d treaded on unsafe ground, “Not on high-enough alert if you’re sitting by your window in plain sight at this time of night.”

I sighed but remained silent because, unfortunately, he was right. As the resident hot commodity for vampires I should’ve known better.

And yet, I still felt the need to defend myself and my actions, “I wouldn’t have allowed any other vampire entrance. The only reason you got in is because you have a standing invitation.”

He quirked an eyebrow, eyeing me with a slight frown, “Because you have no sense of danger. Letting a vampire into your home….”

Again, he wasn’t entirely wrong. A little over a year ago I would’ve completely agreed with him.

Last Halloween, when vampires had first taken a shine to me for reasons unknown, my room was always locked up tight and I was nowhere near any windows or openings they might be able to see me through.

It was nothing short of a miracle that I’d even met Vil. When he’d come in that evening as ‘someone my friend wanted me to meet’ and I’d seen his lack of reflection I’d gone into full panic mode. Now that I was thinking about it, it was also nothing short of a miracle that my friend was Rook and that he hadn’t reacted because he thought I’d been excited about how pretty Vil was.

Nonetheless, why I’d spoken to Vil remained one of the many mysteries in my life. The fact I’d befriended him was even stranger.

The only reason he got a free pass was he’d proven, numerous times, that he wasn’t going to hunt or hurt me in any way. Well, except for maybe scaring me into falling out of my chair and busting my butt.

“I suppose you’re planning on going out on Halloween night?” I grinned slightly at his question and he shook his head with sigh.

At his frown I leapt into action. This, I had been prepared for, “Oh come on, Vil! It’s one of the few times we can hang out in public with no one questioning your fangs and that cape you refuse to lose.”

He cast a glance my way. His frown deepening when I brought up his cape, but he said nothing. Instead opting to stare at me silently with his arms crossed.

When he didn’t respond I stepped over to him and pulled his cape to either side of him, revealing its full expanse as I grinned up at him, “Besides, this thing is big enough that I can hide under it even if some vampire shows up to bother me.”

Vil’s patience with my antics had its limit and, as I abruptly realized when I was tugged forward, I'd reached its end with my teasing.

Vil looked down at me, a single arm wrapped around my shoulders that trapped me between him and his cape. A smile tugged at his lips, a sign of his amusement, “That will just trap you with another vampire.”

My surprise disappeared and I felt a new grin slip onto my face as I looked up at him, “As if I would be afraid of you. Weren’t you the one who said: ‘Vampires don’t eat potatoes’?”

He smiled openly, fangs glinting slightly in the light as I reminded him of his words from a year ago, back before I’d trusted him, “They don't. At least not self-respecting ones.”

“Good thing you have loads of that then,” He snorted at my light-hearted jab, but was evidently enough prepared with a comeback.

“Unfortunately, not all vampires are as discerning as I though. You,” He lifted one eyebrow to emphasize his words, “Need to be more careful.”

I leaned back, fully trusting him to support me as I grinned up at him, “Why bother when I’ve got you to watch out for me? Didn’t you say that you had stated that this area was your territory or whatever?”

He all but scowled at my teasing, “That’s no excuse. I can think of a great many vampires who would invade even my territory for that chance of catching a tater-tot like you.”

“Is that a compliment?”

His left eyeball twitched, “It’s a warning.”

I snickered at his annoyed tone, but at last conceded. Patting him affectionately on the side of his face, “Alright, alright. I’ll be more careful.”

He stared at me pointedly and I sighed, “I promise.”

He let out a slight huff and I eyed him carefully, gauging his reaction before a small hopeful smile appeared on my face, “So can we go out on Halloween or….?”

He sighed at my tone, eyeing me with a thoughtful look, “I suppose I can hide you if any scary ghosts come by….”

I wrinkled my nose at his teasing and he grinned outright at me, “Very well, we’ll go out then.”

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practickles · 8 months

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Soft - Featherary Day 6

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: An Shiraishi

Ler: Haruka Kiritani

Romantic HaruAn

Word Ct: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickles

Summary: Haruka is a moning person. An is not. When An needs to be awake at an hour that, in her opinion, no human being should have to be up at, her girlfriend is more than happy to help her.

In honor of Haruka's birthday, have this fic that has been sitting around finished in my drive since June "for when I'm caught up on reqs". I'm not caught up yet but Haruka can have some ler-ing as a birthday treat.

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The rising sun streaked through the curtains, providing slight warmth and gently illuminating the two girls cuddled together, fast asleep under the fluffy covers. The sounds of the birds chirping outside combined with the low whir of the fan coming from the ceiling created a calming aura that hung in the air. The scene was delicate and serene and that is exactly what Haruka felt as she stirred awake at the same time she always did.

She sat up a little in bed and took in the view. The sunrise, the light breeze making the trees outside sway, and most importantly, the sleepy An curled into her side. She looked so pretty with her eyes closed, a lazy expression, and a faint smile over her face. She looked so at peace in her arms, Haruka almost felt guilty disturbing her. As much as she wanted to stay here in this moment, one that made sleep look underwhelming as the quiet early mornings next to her lover beat any dream she could ever have, it was time for the day to begin.

Haruka smiled fondly and planted a kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead. Usually, she would have to meticulously worm her way out of An’s (surprisingly firm for someone sleeping) grasp in order to start her morning routine. Today, however, An had a particularly early morning practice with Vivid Bad Squad, reluctantly scheduled in order to accommodate everyone else’s plans for the rest of the day. The previous night, she had specifically requested for Haruka to wake her up when she got up for her morning workout, forgoing an alarm in exchange for the idol’s flawless circadian rhythm.

The blue haired girl allowed herself one more minute to admire An’s relaxed and softly snoring form before finally beginning to shake her shoulder.

“An? Darling, it’s time to wake up.” She held her close and kissed her temple, trying to wake her gradually.

“Mmmmm, noooo-” An groaned sleepily and rolled over in her hold. “Sleep.”

Haruka giggled at the reaction and ran a hand through her long, ombre hair. Her heart gave a pleasant squeeze at the scene. She regretted having to be the one to bring about its end. “No more sleep. It’s time to wake up.”

An groaned again, but didn’t give any verbal response, clearly already falling back into her slumber.

“You have to wake up, now, love.” Haruka kissed her cheek. “You have practice, remember?” If she was being honest with herself, this didn’t come as much of a surprise. An was notorious for both not being a morning person and for being incredibly stubborn. A frustrating combination when you were the one expected to get her out of bed at the crack of dawn.

“Nooo I don’t. You do.” An rolled back over and clung to Haruka, making it abundantly clear with her grip alone that she had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

“We both have things to do this morning.” Haruka wrapped an arm around her body, giving a quick, affectionate squeeze. “And you asked me to get you up, remember?’

An, again, said nothing. Though Haruka suspected this time was more of a matter of ignoring her rather than her not being fully conscious yet.

She wasn’t going to be convinced by words alone, that much was not only obvious, but also expected from anyone who knew An in any capacity. Haruka knew she had to take a different approach. Luckily, she had just the one in mind. “If you’re going to act like that, An, I’ll have to use another way to wake you up, okay? Just remember that you wanted this.” The smirk in Haruka’s voice was audible, even from An’s position, who was turned towards Haruka and using the entirety of her upper body as a makeshift pillow.

“Mmmm, not awheheke!” Uncontrolled, loopy giggles burst from An as she felt gentle fingers tapping on her back.

“Well, we can do something about that, right?” Haruka knew full well how ticklish An’s back could be. If even tapping got her this bad, she was eager to see just how far she could take it in her uncooperative, silly state. “Is this waking you up?” Her fingers tapped rapidly up and down all over An’s back as she giggled herself silly, completely unable to hold back.

“Nohoho! Hehe!” An wiggled back and forth and weakly kicked her legs out.

“I don't know, you're looking pretty lively you know. But if you need even more waking up-” Haruka took a single nail and dragged it over An’s spine.

“EEEE! Nahahat that!” An squealed in delight as her squirming grew.

“You know how to make me stop.” Haruka grinned and repeated the action, eliciting a similar reaction.

“Nohoho! Nohot gehehetting up! EEEHE!” An leaned forward, away from the hands on her back but closer to the idol in front of her, effectively keeping her trapped against her girlfriend.

Haruka clicked her tongue, “So stubborn.” Her playful tone sent butterflies straight to An’s stomach. “I gave you a chance to listen on your own but now I have no choice but to make you. Get ready, love.” She pulled her hands away, no longer touching An, causing the latter to burst into more giggles. She knew where this was heading and despite her face going red and chest growing tight, she couldn't wait.

The time Haruka wasn't doing anything felt like torture. An couldn't tell when she was going to make her move. Every breath she took held the wonderfully dizzying fear that it would be interrupted with laughter. She inhaled, trying to calm her nerves and let out a shaky sigh. She was in the middle of repeating the action when she felt the fabric of the back of her shirt being gently pulled upwards and the cool air against her bare skin. Light fingertips brushed her as they passed by, but made no movement to strike. The tension in the air grew thick.

The noises of nature waking up alongside them had strayed from the zone of comforting and relaxing to almost mocking. The birds outside remained singing their gentle song, completely oblivious to and in spite of An’s predicament. The moment was theirs and theirs alone to share, which on one hand was beautiful in that they got to share such an intimate and loving morning together, but on the other made An’s skin prickle. Yes they were alone together but that also meant she was the sole focus of all of her girlfriend’s teasing attention with no chance of a distraction.

Haruka might call it poetic but An just saw it as yet another one of the many ways she was trapped. Not even the birds could save her now. She smiled softly thinking about how much she loved and trusted this woman. In nobody else’s arms could she ever feel so secure and happy to be trapped.

And then all ten wiggling fingers descended onto her back at once. “ACKAHAHAHAHA HARU PLEAHEASE!” She arched herself away from the tickles, again curling forward to the very source of them.

“Begging already, sweetie?” Haruka smirked, already love drunk on An’s sleepy laughter and wanting more than anything to hear more. “Does the morning really make you that weak? Or maybe just more ticklish? You really are a street singer then if you flourish at night.”

“SHUHUT UHUP!” An shrieked.

“I will…” Haruka let her hands drag towards An’s upper back. “As soon as you get up.”

“NEHEVER!” An challenged confidently through her loud laughter.

Haruka smiled far too softly for what she was planning, she expected no less defiance from her competitive girlfriend. Lucky for the both of them though, Haruka could be just as competitive herself.

“Never? That’s a pretty strong word for someone about to get her armpits tickled.”

“WahaHAHAHAIT!-” The bright laughter filling the room increased in volume as An’s panicked voice processed the meaning of the threat.

“Wait? What for? I thought you said you'd never get up. There's nothing to wait for if you plan on being here forever.” Haruka showed the slightest bit of what may be considered remorse in the form of a quick peck on An’s cheek.

The ‘apologetic’ gesture meant very little to its recipient though when just as she felt the fleeting sensation of gentle lips leaving her, she was overwhelmed with two hands each forcing their way under one of her arms.

“NAHAHAT THEHERE! ANHYWHERE BUHUT-” An gasped desperately before descending into booming cackles she couldn't even begin to try and form words through.

Haruka was anything but cruel, meaning her attack was, while brutal, still short-lived. Once she had removed her hands from the death spots, she began to comfortingly rub the shoulders of An’s still hysterical form.

“Ahaha- Thaha- That’s cheheating. You're suhuch a cheater.” She had somehow managed to contort her face into an odd mix of the remnants of her giggles, a good natured smile, and a pout.

Haruka playfully rolled her eyes and kissed the tips of her girlfriend’s bright red ears. “You started it. I wouldn't have had to tickle you if you had just gotten up, which by the way we still need to do.”

“Mmm, five more minutes?” An snuggled close to Haruka’s chest before even receiving an answer. “I’ve earned it.”

Haruka could only chuckle and scratch affectionately at An’s scalp. “Yes, I suppose you have. But if you try for any more than five…”

An shivered at the feeling of tapping on her back.

“I think we both know what will happen to you.”

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She was definitely still late to practice

#project sekai #project sekai tickles #lee!an #ler!haruka #tickling #sfw tickling community #an shiraishi #haruka kiritani #featherary2023 #haruan #also going to use this as an excuse not to do tickletober today bc I can't think of an idea

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konigsblog · 10 months

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The Frank Woods pic makes me think about those loose boxers...

I bet that's what König wears, and if he's too lazy to help you, just makes you take his dick out from the pant leg so you can suck him off in the morning~

mmm i need könig so badly!!!! i'm his WIFE, i deserve him 🙁😵‍💫;

// somnophillia mention!! (consensual)

he hates how tight boxers usually are on his cock, even if it's his size. so usually, he'll get a size up so they're more loose and less suffocating on his crotch. and luckily for you, you get a good view of his cock peaking from underneath the material. he's talked about you sucking his girthy cock to wake him up, that it's one of his fantasies and how hard he gets at the idea :(((

it's the early hours of the morning, the sun just rising up and giving the sky an orange-yelloe ombre, a gradient reflecting onto the walls as you'd left the curtains open, the window barely creaked out, just enough for the breeze to cool you both down. you placed your head on his thigh, sitting in-between his large and thick thighs, blinded by the sunlight as you took his lengthy dick from the pant leg.

wrapping your soft lips around his girth, slowly easing yourself down on him, precum dripping from the tip as you'd been stroking him. you moaned around his size, struggling to take the stretch, hearing his pants and sleepy grunts, his hands twitching as he slept. he'd heen sleeping through you taking him in your mouth, waking up when you sunk down to the base. it's difficult to take him fully, but you really wanted him to wake up with the suprise, going further and sucking him down to his pubes :((((

he tenses up, groaning loudly with one hand grasping at your head, not applying pressure but there to grab at your hair, bucking his hips into your mouth while you sucked him off. “scheiße, so gut zu mir, achatz... diese überraschung, gott–, nimmt mich voll, so gut zu mir, sonnenschein.” you felt yourself becoming wet at his praise, sucking him off sloppy, swirling your tongue around the tip before he pushed you back down, bobbing your head on his dick as he threw his own head back, bucking into your mouth and forcing you to remain still with his grip, spurting seed into your mouth, bitter and pearly :(((( you're practically choking on the amount of seed, whining for him to pull off so you can swallow properly :((

#orla speaks #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig cod mw2 #konig smut #cod konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig

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fuzzydreamin · 1 year

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OC Appearance

Thanks for the tag @bokatan No-pressure mutual tags: @cl4ssicist-sky @jcwdrawskinda @winterpaladin-ao3 @vnknowncrow @raid3r-r4bbit @theartofblossoming

Nora and Al under the cut

Nora

BODY

Long legs. Average legs. Short legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Slender arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Ample stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Beefy frame. Curvy frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Acrylic nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Straight waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Average fingers. Short fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Light. Tanned. Brown. Dark. Rosy. Neutral. Olive. Golden. Pallid. Blotchy. Albinism. Vitiligo. Birthmarks. Freckles. Moles. Wrinkles. Stretch marks. Scars. Burns. Acne. Smooth. Dry. Oily. Combination.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Dark brown. Light brown. Hazel. Green. Blue. Grey. Violet. Gold. Other. Heterochromia. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Protruding. Narrow. Monolid. Almond. Round. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Average. Oily. Dry. Neutral. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Smooth. Straight. Wavy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Bob. Mullet. Mohawk. Half-shaved. Under cut. Buzz cut. Shaved. Bald. Hair extensions. Weave. Afro. Waves. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Braids. Twists. Faux locs. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Armpit length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Middle part. Side part. Blunt bangs. Curtain bangs. Wispy bangs. Short bangs. Side bangs. Dyed bangs. Ombre. Dyed. Grey. White. Platinum. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry blonde. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Caramel brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Black. Jet black. Clean shaven. Stubble. Sideburns. Moustache. Goatee. Beard. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Half sleeve. Forearm tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand tattoo(s). Ankle tattoo. Calf tattoo. Thigh tattoo. Hip tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Rib tattoo(s). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. Face tattoo(s). One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Industrial piercing. Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Conch piercing. Earlobe piercings. Stretched out ears. Eyebrow piercing(s). Bridge piercing. Tongue piercing(s). Monroe piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip liner. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Neutral lips. Dark lips. Colourful lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Blush. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturiser. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Cigarette pants. Cargo pants. Khaki pants. Harem pants. Sweatpants. Yoga pants. Leggings. Tights. Stockings. Overknee socks. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Ballerina skirt. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. T-shirt/Sweater dress. Tight/Form-fitting dress. High slit dress/skirt. Cocktail dress. Gowns. Tuxedo. Suit. Tie. Waistcoat. Sweater vest. Sweater. Hoodie. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Bomber jacket. Parka. Peacoat. Trench coat. Cardigans. Tunic. Turtleneck. Blouse. Button up shirt. Cuban shirt. Flannel shirt. Polo shirt. Camisole. Bustier. Tube top. Crop top. Tank top. Muscle T-shirt. T-shirt. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Basketball shorts. Pleated shorts. Jean shorts. Hotpants. Bodysuit. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Corset. Nightgowns. Robes. Lingerie. Bra. Sports bra. G-string. Thong. Panties. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Boxers. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Revealing clothing. Designer. High street. Thrift. Patterns. Florals. Polka dots. Stripes. Sequins. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Fur/Faux fur. Light colours. Pastels. Neon colours. Bright colours. Dark colours. White. Black. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light armour.

SHOES

Bare feet. Slippers. Sandals. Gladiator shoes. Flats. Slip-ons. Loafers. Oxfords. Sneakers. High tops. Ankle boots. Hiking boots. Combat boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Wedges. Stilettos. Chunky. Kitten heels. Slingbacks. Pumps. High Heels. Stripper heels. ---

Alberta

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

HAIR

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

#oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson #fuzzy.oc

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