#fay*

[heyoitsroart]

First finished piece of the 2022!!!

Calm before the storm..... :')

Commissions are open!

[prill-ocs]

who’s ready for meemo lore time im not

gonna make a separate text post for actual lore,so here’s some pics for now.

1) bab meemo and fay (pikachu). 

2) ok so my train of thought for this was: what if meemo got the howdy do from fay -> country girl design for fay??? -> ok i dont think this matches with my image of fay. also why the fuck does she have to be country to say howdy -> what if she’s just someone with a quirky way of speaking

which brought us to the third pic lmao

still dont rly know what to do for clothes but im not rly gonna be too hung up on it since........she’s gonna die. WHICH.......IN MY DEFENSE...I DO FEEL BAD ABOUT....but hey what can ya do

[heyoitsroart]

Mini sketchbook dump!

☆Commissions Are Open☆

[ghoulluck]

The old man always read before bed. It didn’t really matter what book, but more the occasionally he would return to a dog eared polish novel with its cover clearly damaged from years of wear. Even if edmund’s sight seemed to be going further then he liked to let on, fay was always vigilant at her old man’s hip for him to ask her to spell out a word for him since she wasn’t familiar with the language. She enjoyed the change in the tone of his voice when he spoke in his mother’s tongue, it was deeper and honest and she often requested for him to read to her.

 However, tonight his eyes ached and he sat in the darkness with a cold compress after a series of injections. He was suffering from macular degeneration along with the slow bleeding of blood into the ocular channel causing eventual blindness. His ears were sharp enough some days and he grasped out for her when she tried to crawl into their bed silently. 

Her hair was wet. Fay let his weathered hands rake through the wet curls. He could smell the leave in conditioner he had bought her to try to tame her frizz. The wolf felt the slow weave of her hair. He loved to do her hair. He’d comb her red locks out and style it before every outing. He’d put jewels and flowers or herbs in her hair. Every pin was decadent and shaped by his tastes or his hands for her satisfaction. 

Fay threaded the long thick braid over her shoulder as she leaned back over his shoulder to kiss him. His firm finger tips touched the linen of a shirt she had adopted as her own to sleep in. The kisses were long and heated. They loved each other a little too much. 

She turned, the glow of the wolf manifested in her eyes and she pushed him none too delicately into the pillows to get him on his back. He understood immediately what she wanted of him and within a matter of seconds they were joined. Sex didn’t last for more then fifteen minutes. She laid at his side, him seeking her presence and her seeking his comfort. The words were unspoken, but a few more kisses made up for it before sleep made them settle quietly for the night.

[futchloser-moved]

@rainyladyaj is eridan ampora kin and sometimes uses “ww” and “vv” in her sentences

[ghoulluck]

"Madam Director," the agent addressed as Paulina came into view. She was a woman in her late forties with bronze skin and almost hazel eyes with hair that was nearly the color of eyes. "E," she addressed in a polite practiced voice that did not mask her Spanish origins. She was dressed plainly and almost could be blended away with the furniture and her surroundings. There was nothing remarkable about her except the spark of kindess in her eyes that were older then she was.

Her young assistant was not far away.

Mirana had dark, dark eyes that at the moment were bright and sparkling. She had dark locks of woven hair with little hidden spokes of indigo and violet. On her lips was a bright pop of color, a hot pink that brightened her dark complextion. Her suit was very similar to her hair, dark with subtle nods to her personality. She leaned in not so subtly to hear the conversation as she brought up a screen on her computer to start typing up an itenerary for the older woman.

E noted this and he offered his arm to Ms. Landaverde to walk and talk. Paulina delicately hooked herself to his grey clad arm. She touched the material of his suit discreetly as he took lead out of the narrow offices out to the hall. E folded his hand, or rather what was left of it. She squeezed his hand tenderly. "As you know madam director," E fidgeted some as he smirked. He slowly turned the corner and he opened the door of the conference room.

She was greeted with a chorus of 'Happy Birthday!'

Edmund stood back to let her soak in the moment. He was joined by a fiery red haired young woman, several years his junior. There was a twinkle in his good eye when she came close.

The Madam director turned a peachy color in the cheeks from the embarassment of not seeing through Edmund's guide. Quite a few of her more colorful workers had showed up. Kasandre was the first to approach. The greek woman was the head of the Multiple Threat Alert Center (MTAC). She was dressed in a tasteful taupe  linen two piece suit with delicate golden jewlery to adorn her milk and coffee complexion. She had early black eyes and wore her hair in a stylish bob that made best of it's inky black curls. She hugged the older woman with one arm hidden behind her back. When they pulled away, she presented the other with a gift in a golden box.

The blush on Paulina's cheeks increased when Zedd, one of her forensic scientists half yelled from his part in the small crowd that had gathered, yelled, "open it!"

She delicately popped open the jewlery box to expose a pair of delicate gold hoops. The interior of the silk inset stated that the jewlery was from Pandora. Despite where the Madam Director stood, she had come from very humble beginnings and she wasn't accustomed to the lavish gifts. She clicked the small box closed and hugged the woman again. "Thank you," she murmured very softly, "You didn't have to. 

There was a twinkle in Paulina's eyes that gave away that she might cry. 

Jane identified the look immediately and she pulled a crumpled napkin from her jacket pocket. She was a scarred young woman with missing fingers and toes, but the brightest blue eyes like sapphires or even a shore line in some place beautiful and tropical. She couldn't speak, so she made a troubled choked sound. Paulina dabbed at her cheeks in her embarassment and put a firm hand on the younger woman's navy clad shoulder. "I am alright," she told the assistant medical examiner who looked up at her with her implooring ocean eyes.

The chief medical examiner delicately presented their joint gift in a a little black gift bag. Julien was a tall young woman, in heels she towered over over most of the people in the room. She was thin on the point of being anorexic, blind in one eye, and pretty save the heavy scars on her body. "Happy birthday," she stated in husky voice that was both childish and raspy sounding as if she had a sore throat. She was clad in black and pink. Jane took a step back to stand beside her boss. 

Together, they looked like what they were, survivors.

Paulina took a moment to open the gift to find it was a floral hair clip much like the one she had been eyeing the a few weeks back. Somehow, the pair always managed to give the best gifts. Together, they signed happy birthday and stepped back into the crowd.

[ghoulluck]

Edmund closed an eye when the wolf came too close to it. She huffed as he continued to whittle pieces of wood. She beard her tiny teeth and she latched on to a piece of cheek. It was like tiny pinches. He didn’t question as she went about her business, huffing and nipping at him. 

It made him laugh occasionally and he wondered if it had to do with his abscence. She did it all over and Edmund managed to wrestle the wolf under his arm after the little pinches started to hurt. “What’s wrong?” He asked her as he sequestered the wolf’s head into his lap. She bumped her big head to his stomach and stayed there. 

The older man sighed and he rubbed her side. “You missed me?” She half looked at him, then looked away. “Yeah, I missed you too.” He rubbed the red fur under her chin and neck. “But you don’t have to scrub me so hard next time.” 

She huffed as if to say she’d do what she pleased and he chuckled. He smirked and let his arm rest on her as she stayed under his arm.