#||creation kwami||

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( heart symbol for plagg & tikki or yugi and anzu? ) 👀

Send a 💕 if you want to be my Muse’s Valentine. || Still accepting!

“That Stinky So–I mean, Plagg…wants to be my Valentine? That’s… Well, I…” Did affection stemming from her other half in a genuine manner throw off the Creation Kwami? Yes, it seems it does. 

“R-really?” It was rare for the confident dancer to stumble over her words, but the box she held was already labeled with Yugi’s name on it. “I... That makes me really happy, Yugi.” It would be the first time she did not give him friendship chocolate, but a romantic gesture instead. “I’m glad because... I made this for you. I hope you like them.”

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"I found these bracelets at the store," Alice holds them out, "They said Tilly, and I used papa's hook to change one to say Tikki--so--" (SENDING LOVE TO THE KWAMI MY BABIES)

In the Ask, do everything in your power to make my muse feel loved! ||Still accepting!

How was Alice so cute? The fact that she had gone off and even found something like that made Tikki feel warm inside, but knowing that the girl had changed one to match her own name? After all, not many knew the name of the creation Kwami, nor was it a common title among humans. 

“This is wonderful, thank you.” Instead of taking the one that had been changed, Tikki took the one that still spelled out Tilly, gently pulling Alice’s wrist so she could carefully place it on the blonde. 

Whether or not she lingered her hand on Alice’s was not the matter here. But she enjoyed how it looked on her, the Kwami admiring it for a moment, before realizing that she had been holding the girl’s hand, her cheeks pinking more as she moved to take the other bracelet from her. 

“I love it, Alice. I promise, I’ll always treasure it.”

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Shortbread cookies. The six year old stuffed one of his baby sister's bags full of them and ran to the closet where Tikki was hiding out. "Tikki!" the little blond happily said as he offered the bag full of treats and curled up in the closet with her, simply petting her "Tikki, I love you just as much as Mama!" -- (( Leon @ Tikki~ ))

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Tikki normally hid in closets and shelving, making herselfseem like a toy when she was not attached to her chosen holder. It was merelyhabit, several holders over the millennia never having revealed their secretsto their loved ones like Marinette had with Adrien. It few and far between,only tipping over the hundreds that had fallen in love, but only half of thatwhich had successfully formed families and lived happily.

A small nest was made for her in there, plush cushions and alittle lamp that turned on and off with a small tug of her fin. It was commonknowledge for the child where the Kwami hid and what she was, since Tikki hadfound it alright to speak of her existence to the progeny that might take overher holding someday. So, when the boy burst in, the godling was far fromsurprised to see him.

Instead, she perked up, floating off of her small bed to zipto hug his cheek. “Leon!” She squeaked out happily.

Blue eyes widened on the bag of cookies, but the particularbag was familiar to the Kwami. However, Tikki was not one to turn down ashortbread cookie. Plucking one out, she nibbled on it giggling at hisaffection as she trilled a little, happy at the pets. He was always so gentlewith her, petting her as if she was fragile and small—the latter, of course,being the more obvious of the two.

“I love you too, Leon. You’re the best love-bug ever.” Tikkichirped out between bites, making sure not to miss a single crumb as shenuzzled into his small hand. “These taste like Marinette made them. Did youmama make them, Leon?” She inquired, looking at the shape. They wereimmaculate, as if store bought, but the years at the bakery made Marinettealmost a pro at making cookies.

Blue eyes peered up at Leon, seeing that he was getting cozywith her. But, the Kwami knew that if they were in here, it meant Marinette andAimee were nearby. “We can go out, if you want. You don’t have to bring me thebags that are supposed to be for your sister. We can go eat cookies out therewith Marinette and Aimee! Wouldn’t you like that, Leon?”

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"Tikki, I'm not sure if Father will be able to make his company known... I know that I'm supposed to be a supportive son, but Chanel, Gucci and Louis Vuitton monopolized the fashion industry," Adrien sighed, gently reaching a hand out for the Kwami. -- (( Roleswap + Kwami swap Adrien @ Tikki ))

Tikki floated down onto Adrien’s hand, her tail brushingagainst his fingers as she sat down in his palm, the front fins leaning downand touching parts of his wrist. Concerns like this were very human and thoseyoung lives were always full of worry. The Kwami tried to be reassuring andsympathetic, while guiding her chosen in such matters.

Although, truthfully, Tikki was not very aware of howfashion worked, since the godling was never one for clothes, mostly due to herform and stature.

“Adrien,” Tikki squeaked out, settling some. “Those largecompanies may have a lot of pull, but you and your father should not give up!Because you both are so unique in your own ways, people will love what yourfather makes and I’m sure his business will soar.” Shaking her large head some,Tikki continued. “You are a supportive son. You do all the photoshoots he asksand more! With your help, as you are, Adrien, I’m sure it will all work out foryou! I don’t have any doubts at all.”

Tikki smiled up at him, patting his hand a little with herfin. “So, don’t worry. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too, Adrien.”

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Emma stared at the small red sprite floating mere inches from her face. "Who are you?" The 11 year old asked softly. -@official-emma-hawkeye

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“Ah…Um…” Oh no! She hadn’t pretended to be a doll in time and this girl had seen her! Tikki had to think quickly of what to do with this little girl. “I’m…a fairy! Yes, a little fairy. But, I have to go now. It was nice to meet you!”

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“...I wonder how to summon Alice...”

“...I know.”

“....Fuck.”

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Continued with @mcnarchparty​ from here!

Tikki was not a being that should have been able to fall in love with a human.

But she had, this girl, plagued with the most horrible of curses in Tikki’s opinion, although it was not placed on her own heart, but on the heart of the one this blonde child loved most of all. It was alright for the Kwami to be second in the girl’s heart, despite her coming first. Small brushes and nuzzles when she was sad was only the precursor to small kisses that dotted her face as the god of creation found herself drowning in the stories this girl turned woman.

But the cure they looked for was never to be found. There was one way, Tikki was certain of it, but the wish would come at too great a cost.

Time passed for humans, but for Tikki? It was nothing at all. She had retained her humanoid form, searching the world for the girl she had lost and the other half of her being. If she could find Plagg, she could fix everything and pay the cost herself. Alice would never have to know that it was the prize her father had found for her that salvaged their relationship.

Places all seemed the same to her. Every town seemed filled with people who were not Alice. It was another one of those towns, another one of those days, and Tikki was hungry. She would have to halt her travels for the day for food. Stopping off at a small shop, she opened the door, her gaze towards the shelves of pastries, until the familiar sing-song voice beckoned to her.

Alice. It was Alice!

Tikki was too moved, filled with emotion, her heart felt like it was going to burst as she rushed forward and pressed her lips, clutching onto the girl as they kissed. She tasted as sweet as she remembered. Nothing had seemed to change, and that fact did not matter to Tikki. No, what mattered was that she found Alice.

Until she was shoved away.

Large, wide, blue eyes glistened brightly at the girl before her. “Alice…” She murmured. Had she sensed wrong? No, she was certain this was Alice. She could feel her presence clearer than the brightest day that made her golden hair glisten. “Alice, it’s me. It’s Tikki!” The Kwami insisted, placing a hand to her chest. “I’ve finally found you, what else would I do but kiss you!”

Thoughts were swirling and spilled out from the ruby haired girl’s lips. “What happened to you? Why couldn’t you wait for me, Alice?” Her voice squeaked out, before shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter, I found you again.” The girl reached in, wanting to embrace the blonde once more.

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Smooch for Alice from human! Tikki!!! <3

Giving out the smoochies!

There were very few things Kwamis were not supposed to do. 

It was not that there was a horrific repercussion at every juncture, although certainly sometimes there was, but the one thing that Kwamis were warned about by most of their holders was to not fall for them. They could care, they could give them familial love, but to allow something romantic bloom in their hearts?

It was a rule that Tikki had placed herself. To keep her kind from growing too much heartbreak for those they would ultimately lose. 

But she and Alice had escaped the tower, they were beyond any walls that could confine them. They knew each other better than any other, and Alice knew what Tikki was and did not care. Tikki knew how fragile and fleeting Alice could be, but it didn’t matter. In this human body, she may have had to spirit of a god, but her heart? 

Too much like a human. 

Alice was worn from the journey. They had gone many miles in one day, but they still had another few to go. Gently pulling the blonde to the side of the road, finding a tree for her to rest her back upon. The red headed girl leaned in, blue eyes looking over the girl that had filled up her very human heart. 

“Alice…Can I…I promise, it will make you feel better.” A hand tenderly cupped the girl’s cheek, thumb stroking gently. Normally such affection was saved for behind closed doors and after tea time, but Tikki knew that if she could create something for her, just enough to help her to the next town, it would be only the sweetest of touches.

Feathering lips touched upon Alice’s own, the sweet taste of sugar along Tikki’s own mouth, despite not having a single cookie for days. It was as if the flavor was embedded in the very fabric of her being. For a moment, it was nothing but the soft presses and glides along the other girl’s lips, but as it lingered, the slight motions to draw out her tongue along her own, Alice would start to feel rejuvenated. Each movement revitalized her and threw away the weariness of travel. 

It was the gift that Tikki could give Alice. The creation of energy. 

But for every thing that is created, something must be given in exchange. For Tikki? It was more and more of her heart to this girl, knowing what price lay ahead for her. And for the first time in all the millennia of her life, the Kwami did not care about the consequences.