#terfef

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dreambubble llovers (both are canon outfits from the ministrife) [REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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sellf indullgent trickster fefrezi .w.

feferis treat is a fish cake from a lps ds game i pllayed as a child and terezis is swedish fish

[rezsprites]

played around a little bit. hope this is ok!

[hairscare]

just remembered that these two are in love

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Posting this again because Tumblr hates me, apparently

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Another FefRezi cause I’m gay and they’re in love

[imhereformysciencefriends]

So the FefRezi tag is fucking dead and I will fill it myself if I have to

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Day one - On a Date!

For @fefreziweek ! :D Y’all remember to participate, ya hear!?

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Feferi’s arrivals were not often unexpected, but whenever they were Terezi knew she was in for a treat.

“Little tree gill! Little tree gill! Let down your hair!” Feferi called up from where she stood at the base of Terezi’s treehive. Terezi leaned out the window and took a good sniff, but Feferi’s form was still too small to make out from their distance.

“I can’t! My hair’s too short!” she called back, leaning her elbows on the windowsill.

“Then let drown somefin else!” Feferi called up happily. Terezi was getting pretty good at distinguishing between “genuinely happy to be doing the thing she’s doing” Feferi voice and “run of the mill positive energy” Feferi voice.

Terezi sent down her lift, and then stuffed scalemates into the netting until she was certain they could counteract the seadweller weight of her matesprit. Terezi no longer underestimated the incredible weight of Feferi’s dense, compact muscle mass. She pushed the netting off the sill and Feferi was hoisted up to the top of the pulley, grinning wide.

Now that she was closer, Terezi could plainly smell her gossamer dress, the teal jewels set in gold casing, and the picnic basket slung over one well-muscled arm.

“Why hello miss raspberry gummies!” Terezi greeted, not moving from her pose leaning against the window sill.

“Why shello miss blue raspberry slushie!” Feferi greeted in return, giggling.

“Have you brought a treat to feed the mighty dragon?” Terezi asked, sniffing at the basket in hopes of figuring out what Feferi had in there. Feferi shifted so her body blocked the scent, the fuschia and purple patterns with teal and gold pinpricks and wires smelling far more delectable on her than they ever did on Terezi’s walls or papers.

“Perhaps the mighty dragonfish will have to let me in and find out!”

Terezi laughed and then extended a hand, helping Feferi into her hive. The two clicked horns briefly, a habitual, familiar gesture of warm affection. Then Terezi helped Feferi with the billowing blanket she’d packed along, colors bright and cheery and tasty, and the two heaped a computerized rainbow’s worth of scalemates onto the fabric before settling in together and laying out the foodstuffs Feferi had brought between them.

All of the food was brightly colored and high quality- except for the red delicious apples that were honestly only there for decoration. No one in their right mind actually ate those, Terezi just liked to lick the skins. As for the foods Feferi had brought that were to be eaten, ripe, plump strawberries- already with their stems cut off- sat piled in a bowl that Feferi removed the lid of. Blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries had been jumbled together in a heap, and a few stray clementines got rooted out of the bottom of the basket. Fresh lettuce with firm tomato slices, carrots, peas, edamame, and red onions was in the largest bowl, and Terezi swiped the entire bag of croutons. She liked the way they crunched. It was hard to make meat colorful, so Feferi just had white cubes of cluckbeast they could put in their salad, along with shredded cheddar, but Terezi was honestly so delighted by the variety of good-smelling vegetation that she couldn’t really care about the simplicity of the meat selection. Besides, the paleness added nice little pockets of nothingness amongst the colors.

“You spoil me,” Terezi teased, popping a particularly pink looking raspberry into her mouth.

“Who, me?” Feferi asked, batting her pretty eyelashes.

Terezi leaned across the food and kissed Feferi’s cheek. “You do. You’re really too sweet.” Terezi grinned and then gave her face a lick. “Sweet enough to eat!”

“Terezi!” Feferi protested with a laugh, shoving her matesprit’s face- and more importantly, tongue- away from her own.

“Mmmmm, fishfood!”

“You’re shelly,” Feferi said simply, then took the offensive and swung in to kiss Terezi’s lips, successfully leaving her favorite up-and-coming legislacerator wordless.