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Wait, why are you going on hiatus? D:

The reason why doesn't matter. I'm doing it because I can.

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I wanted to draw Petra in a dress and flower crown. (◡‿◡✿)

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I'm a really big Reiyn x Forte shipper so I thought I'd contribute.

I drew smut of these cuties while I was in class too but it's a bit much so I'll send that later u///u

((I DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS TODAY. THANK YOU VERY MUCH NONNY. ; u ;))

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((Look at what Festivale has done to my pride and joy. Chief you look so goofy.))

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"Oh har har." She let out a quiet chuckle suddenly realizing loud clattering as they came up the steps. Margaret’s voice was distant but there, she sounded cross. Light vibrations moved along the railing she held onto. "…What is going on up there…?" As soon as they reached the 2nd floor she saw both Margaret and Porcoline playing tug-o-war with a cake on its platter. "PORCO! ITS FOR THE CUSTOMERS NOT FOR YOU! NOW. LET. GO…!" Margaret tugged as hard as she could on the platter without letting it go. "J-JUST ONE ITSY BITSY TASTE FOR MOI? PLEASE MEGGY!" Porcoline protested tugging back, practically dragging Margaret towards him. Reiyn tilted her head."Uh…"

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Upon reaching the top of the stairs his eyes falling on both Porcoline and Margart fighting over a plate of cake. “Porcoline!” Dylas rushed over towards Margaret, grabbing the plate and helping her pull the thing out of Porcoline’s hands. The two of them, both on the same end of the plate, pulled viciously, slowly pulling it out in the middle, between the three of them and further and further from the chief. “LET GO!” He snarled as Margaret whined just as well. Only her voice was higher pitched and more like a frustrated shout.

Well he got what he wanted. Procoline unable to keep hold on the platter  let it slip out of his fingers. Dylas and Margaret who were still pulling ended up falling backwards without any force keeping them from upright. They fell in a heap, the platter of cake smothering the two of them in spongy cake, icing, and sprinkles.

Both let out a frustrated “PORCOLINE!” The blonde haired man only smiled before rushing down the stairs with a “Tata! Can’t stay for long!” Of course Margaret woudn’t stand for that. And she was first to run off and try to catch up with the man, icing and cake falling off her in her wake. This left Dylas on the floor. With cake. With icing all over his face.

Not liking sweets of any sort he scrunched up his face in annoyance. “Well… I guess I wasn’t the only one to get this stuff on me…”

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Reiyn tried her best to hold her laugh in until Margaret stormed downstairs after the chef. Dylas just sat there with an unpleasant expression on his face as she knelt. “Y-you okay…?” Her question came out with little giggles in between as she looked the man covered in frosting, several pieces of fruit sitting in a neat circle on top of his head along with icing and bits of the cake.

"…" Reiyn randomly picked up one of the cake’s toppers from the floor which just happened to be a carrot and placed it  in the little space in between the fruit near the front of Dylas’s head.Her face reddened staring at the little crown she had made. The prized jewel the carrot topper. "…H-how fitting…" At that point she burst into giggles falling onto the floor.

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"Oh haha. Very funny." Dylas mumbled under his breath unhappily. Of all things… why did people ruin good carrots by put them on cakes? Or in this case… on his head… in a pile of icing. His nose wrinkled up as his ears picked up Reiyn’s laughter. The noise made his face flush more. Instead of a faint pink tint his cheeks looks more like tomatoes or lamp grass.

"O-oh.. be -quiet." He stuttered a little bit. Embarassment setting in finally. When she didn’t stop he merely glared at her with his amber eyes. "Ok. How about this!" Without warning Dylas used his left hand to scoop up some of the cake lingering on the floor around him and -threw it at her. The woman’s once cake free face was now covered in icing… and tiny bits of fruit. Dylas smiled smugly at her.

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"Haha-!" Reiyn took a froze when chunk of cake hit her face. Slowly she stood up and scraped some of the icing off of her cheek and bangs, as she looked at the man with a crown of fruit. "Was that really necessary? But if that's how it's going to be..." She moved her bangs out of her face showing her lighter colored eye, a gleam of challenge twinkling in the honey gold color. Quickly, she scooped up a slice of cake from the floor into her hands and charged at the former Guardian.

She brought her hands up and caused the bit of cake to collide with his face. She smeared it on his cheeks for good measure as if putting make up on the man. Stepping back out of his reach she put a finger to her chin. "Not bad." Dylas looked like a clown with sprinkles serving as bits of his make up, a bright red slice of strawberry on his nose. "Pfft!" She tried to contain her laughter as she quickly ran down the stairs before he could recover.

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((Took a personality test thing for Reiyn. Her personality type is ENFJ which is hella accurate.))

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"Oh har har." She let out a quiet chuckle suddenly realizing loud clattering as they came up the steps. Margaret’s voice was distant but there, she sounded cross. Light vibrations moved along the railing she held onto. "…What is going on up there…?" As soon as they reached the 2nd floor she saw both Margaret and Porcoline playing tug-o-war with a cake on its platter. "PORCO! ITS FOR THE CUSTOMERS NOT FOR YOU! NOW. LET. GO…!" Margaret tugged as hard as she could on the platter without letting it go. "J-JUST ONE ITSY BITSY TASTE FOR MOI? PLEASE MEGGY!" Porcoline protested tugging back, practically dragging Margaret towards him. Reiyn tilted her head."Uh…"

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Upon reaching the top of the stairs his eyes falling on both Porcoline and Margart fighting over a plate of cake. “Porcoline!” Dylas rushed over towards Margaret, grabbing the plate and helping her pull the thing out of Porcoline’s hands. The two of them, both on the same end of the plate, pulled viciously, slowly pulling it out in the middle, between the three of them and further and further from the chief. “LET GO!” He snarled as Margaret whined just as well. Only her voice was higher pitched and more like a frustrated shout.

Well he got what he wanted. Procoline unable to keep hold on the platter  let it slip out of his fingers. Dylas and Margaret who were still pulling ended up falling backwards without any force keeping them from upright. They fell in a heap, the platter of cake smothering the two of them in spongy cake, icing, and sprinkles.

Both let out a frustrated “PORCOLINE!” The blonde haired man only smiled before rushing down the stairs with a “Tata! Can’t stay for long!” Of course Margaret woudn’t stand for that. And she was first to run off and try to catch up with the man, icing and cake falling off her in her wake. This left Dylas on the floor. With cake. With icing all over his face.

Not liking sweets of any sort he scrunched up his face in annoyance. “Well… I guess I wasn’t the only one to get this stuff on me…”

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Reiyn tried her best to hold her laugh in until Margaret stormed downstairs after the chef. Dylas just sat there with an unpleasant expression on his face as she knelt. "Y-you okay...?" Her question came out with little giggles in between as she looked the man covered in frosting, several pieces of fruit sitting in a neat circle on top of his head along with icing and bits of the cake.

"..." Reiyn randomly picked up one of the cake's toppers from the floor which just happened to be a carrot and placed it  in the little space in between the fruit near the front of Dylas's head.Her face reddened staring at the little crown she had made. The prized jewel the carrot topper. "...H-how fitting..." At that point she burst into giggles falling onto the floor.

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((Reiyn is the reigning Queen of Dweebs.))

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[Doge does not approve of the dog pun. XD]

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((Hatori will be having a bit of a "ruff" time dealing with all of her terrible and passive canine related puns.))

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((Reiyn is the reigning Queen of Dweebs.))

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As he and Reiyn walked into the door his first reaction was to duck. Less than a second later something flew over head. The guardian didn’t move from his position until he was fairly sure nothing was going to fly at him. Straightening out he looked over at Reiyn, her face splattered with bits of spongy vanilla cake. The older man could only offer her a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry about that." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a handkerchief for the woman to use to clean herself off as patrons ran out the building. Once she took it he ventured further in, the sickly sweet smell of cake unsettling his stomach. "…Well… he got into it." He sighed deeply, amber eyes scanning the room for the portly cheif somewhere in the room.

"Porcoline! Come out!" The guardian’s voice boomed with displeasure as he kept looking for the man who was nowhere to be seen. Dylas clicked his tongue in his mouth unhappily. "He might be upstairs…"

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Reiyn scraped some of the larger bits of cake off of her face with a hand and blinked, stunned at what just happened. After a few more dazed blinks she accepted the handkerchief and wiped off what she could from her face. She licked her lip tasting the frosting and laughed slightly. “Well it tastes pretty good, I can see why Sir Porcoline would go after a stash of these.” She says continuing to wipe off the sweet smelling frosting off. “Looks like I’ll really need a bath later and make sure all of this frosting’s gone.” Reiyn seemed amused and followed Dylas who had started for the stairwell.

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As Dylas went for the stairs he heard Reiyn’s comment about the cakes. The man let out a chuckle. “And now you know why Margaret tried to hide them in the first place.” A humorous smile flickered across his features as another thing came to mind, his hand grabbing onto the railing to his left.

"Maybe if there is any left you can have some cake. It will be on a plate and not on your face this time, of course." This time a light hearty laugh escaped from his mouth, his feet going up the staircase one step at a time in a cautious, wary nature. For some reason, in the back of his head, Dylas couldn’t shake the feeling there would be more flying cakes. Which now that he thought about it seemed odd. Porcoline wouldn’t throw food at people. He’d rather hide and eat it in secret.

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"Oh har har." She let out a quiet chuckle suddenly realizing loud clattering as they came up the steps. Margaret's voice was distant but there, she sounded cross. Light vibrations moved along the railing she held onto. "...What is going on up there...?" As soon as they reached the 2nd floor she saw both Margaret and Porcoline playing tug-o-war with a cake on its platter. "PORCO! ITS FOR THE CUSTOMERS NOT FOR YOU! NOW. LET. GO...!" Margaret tugged as hard as she could on the platter without letting it go. "J-JUST ONE ITSY BITSY TASTE FOR MOI? PLEASE MEGGY!" Porcoline protested tugging back, practically dragging Margaret towards him. Reiyn tilted her head."Uh..."

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Hatori coughed loudly in order to gain the woman's attention. "I am most likely the wrong person to offer advice on... your insomnia problem. But I've heard vocal-less music tends to help one get to sleep. I also heard that wearing more layers to warm yourself up makes you drowsy, enabling you to fall asleep quicker. I haven't done either one to be fair. Can't hurt to try... right?"

"Hm... That sounds pleasant... I'll give the first a try... But I can't do the latter since Forte steals most of the sheets at night." She gave a small smile then stifled an oncoming yawn. "Maybe I should sleep on the couch for a few nights as if I were in the dog house." She joked.

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Forte sighed softly and cuddled up closer to her wife. "Reiyn... Do you wanna feel the baby's heartbeat? It might help you get to sleep.." She whispered, kissing her neck softly.

Reiyn's eyes were hazy from the lack of sleep she had the past few nights. It took her a bit to comprehend what Forte was saying until the blonde gently took her hand in her own and guided it towards her stomach. Reiyn felt a small pulse under her hand and blinked. It came at a very steady pace but it was strong. "Hmmmmnnn..." Reiyn closed her eyes starting to drift off, resting her head against Forte.