#gift for lyss

[lyss-butterscotch]

Five pebsi could put his weapon in lizard's mouth, it deals much more damage and usually oneshot average lizard (like that yellow one). Clearly, he has skill issue. His parent could teach them more about combat.. Maybe his partner too, idk about Sun's fighting skills

btw...

who from all iterators, including Sliver, most skilled in combat? and if everyone would have fair fight , like slugcats, without any flying/backstab/god power sheenanigans, who would win?

SOBBING I AGREE ARTI WOULD BE SO FUSSY WHY DOES METAL PUP WHO SAY HE IS GOD CANT KILL THINGS RIGHT SMH SMH SMH

Suns' fighting skills is probably the best since they were the one who made the puppet first and had to walk to Pebbles in a prototype. They had plenty time to sharpen their skill since then

[sandsofdteam-moved]

worst timing of the year

[roosterscockpit]

Just A Bow And A Santa Hat | Bradley Bradshaw x reader 

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An early gift for all you Daddy Bradley hungry babes, this Christmas. I got this idea while I was talking to my beloved @roosterforme. Thank you for helping me channel my inner ho ho ho this holiday season, bestie! 😘🎄🎅🏼🎁☃️

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Dear Santa,

If you are seeing this, this is all I want for Christmas for the rest of my life.

Merry Christmas, Lyss ❤️

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Gif by Scuddish

You had been out all day doing some Christmas shopping for Mav, Penny, the squad, Bradley, and Leia’s gifts. You loaded up your car with numerous bags. You FaceTimed Bradley to let him know you were on your way home. It started to ring and he answered, but it was no video call, it was just a regular audio call. 

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?”

You could hear shuffling in the background of his end, “Hi Brad, I just wanted to let you know what I was coming home. I need you to get out of the front room because I have presents.”

He started to laugh, “I can do that. What is your ETA, baby?”

“I’ll be home in 10.” You smiled.

He chuckled, “I’ll see you in 10, sweetheart. I have dinner and dessert ready for you. I also have a surprise.” 

“I can’t wait I am starving. I’ll see you soon.” You bit your lip.

On your way home, you sang along to Christmas music on a playlist Bradley made for you. You admired how all the town was lit up with Christmas lights, the trees were decorated, light posts, and the houses in Bradley’s neighborhood were all lit up. You pulled into Bradley’s driveway. You sent a text to Bradley to let him know you were home.

Y: I am here now, go and hide!

B: I will just go into the living area. See you soon, baby girl.

You grabbed the bags from your trunk and went into the house. You opened the door and were mesmerized by all of the Christmas decor Bradley put out. There was a tree in the front room decorated with different shades of blues, silvers, and whites, It was beautiful. You set the bags of gifts behind the tree. You removed your shoes and made your way into the kitchen. You could smell the food and cookies that Bradley had made. You looked around and admired all the decorations Bradley had put up in the house. 

“Bradley, it’s beautiful in here and it smells so good!” You went into the kitchen and pick up a cookie to eat. You looked over by the couches and there was another tree. This one was decorated with Star Wars themed ornaments. 

You chuckled, “Oh my gosh, Leia is going to love that tree.” You took a bite of your cook and walked over to the living area to see the tree up close and personal. “Bradley, Leia is going to love this tree!” As you made your way around the couch you dropped your cookie and choked on the bits that were in your mouth. “Santa came early this year. Oh my god.”

Bradley was laid sexily under the tree. His muscles bulging as if he just finished a workout, his chest glistening from the Christmas tree lights. He was wearing nothing but a bow and a Santa hat. He held the bow to his exposed cock. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled up at you. He had that hungry look in his eyes.

You rubbed your eyes and really looked at him, “Gosh, Bradley is it Christmas already? Did Santa come early for me?” You bit you lip as you admired him.

“Santa isn’t going to come early at all tonight.” He licked his top lip and raised his brows at you.

You started to blush. You looked down at your feet trying to keep him from seeing how red you started to turn. “Sweetheart, aren’t you going to come and unwrap your gift?” He chuckled.

You shook you head and looked up. You bit your lip and smiled slowly. “What about dinner?”

“I think we can both agree that dessert is going to come first tonight.” He stood up and walked over to you holding the bow in place. He had a little swagger in his walk as he checked you out. He had a hungry look on his face. He stood in front of you, he looked down at you. You felt so small. He lifted up your chin. “So tell me, baby, are you on the naughty or nice list?” He licked his bottom lip slowly.

He held the bow in place as he ran his free hand from your shoulder to your hand. His touch was soft and delicate. It gave you goosebumps your exhale was stuttered. You looked up at Bradley through your lashes. “I think I’ve been on the naughty list and I heard that Santa needs a little helper tonight.” 

Bradley smiled deviously down at you he bent down and started to place kisses on your cheek and jawline. You inhaled deeply and placed your hands on his biceps. You slightly tilted your head back so he had more access to your neck. He nipped at your neck and swirled his tongue in circles. You moaned in your throat as your eyes closed. “Bradley…”

You dug your nails into his arms as he kissed up to your ear. He nibbled on your ear slightly, in a husky deep tone, “You can ride shot gun on Santa’s sleigh tonight. You’re going to have the best seat in the house.” His mustache grazed you slightly as he whispered in your ear.

You pulled his head so his ear was lightly touching your lips. You sucked on his earlobe gently. He tensed up against you. “Oh baby, that feels so good.” He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on the bow, “Let’s open up your gift, sweetheart. It’s a jack-in-a-box.”

Bradley caressed your face as he kissed you hard. He pushed you onto your knees and you looked up at him as you undid the bow. You bit and licked your lips slowly. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at you. He massaged your head as you unwrapped your gift, “That’s daddy’s good girl. I hope you like what I’ve got you for Christmas, baby girl.” 

You untied the last bit of the bow and his erection came up and hit you on the cheek. Bradley chuckled as he ran his hand from your head to your cheek. You grabbed his hand and put his thumb in your mouth. You sucked and circled your tongue around it. You looked up at him with so much lust in your doe-eyes. Your eyes rolled back as you sucked it a little harder. 

Bradley exhaled completely as he grabbed onto your hair. You watched as his cock twitched in front of you. You popped his thumb out of your mouth and kissed his wet tip. You pecked it over and over again, his pre-cum stretched from his slit to your lips. You licked your lips slowly. “I want you to stuff my stocking tonight, Bradley,” you said in a whining tone.

Bradley grabbed you by the throat and brought you up to your feet, “I am going to ice you like a fucking gingerbread house, baby.” He took your bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled on it gently as he kept eye contact with you. “Come sit on Santa’s cock and tell him what you want.” He smashed his lips into yours. He started to tear your clothes off of you. “I wanna see your fucking sugar plumbs, sweetheart. I wanna taste them.” He tore your bra off of you causing the hooks to snap. 

He licked a strip in between your breasts. He made his way up and sucked on your collar bone while he massaged both of your breasts in his big strong hands. He groaned against your chest as your rubbed your hands all over his muscles. Your hands crept their way to his back. Your nails carved lines into his shoulder blades. He kissed up your neck to your lips. He kissed you sloppily. He slipped his tongue into your mouth. You felt butterflies throughout your stomach and chest. You felt the heat raise into your cheeks. Your limbs started to tingle from all the pleasure. You could barely breath, stand, think. Your body was full of pleasure. “Oh god, I really need you right now.”

Bradley picked you up, not breaking the kiss. He carried you to the kitchen. He pushed you up against the refrigerator. He opened one of the doors and rummaged through the side compartments. He pulled out whipped cream and eggnog. He slammed the door and brought you over to the dinner table. He placed the condiments on the table and pulled the chairs out. He sat you up on the table he pushed your legs apart so he could tease your clit with his thumb. 

He continued to kiss you hard as his thumb traced circles over your clit. You legs started to twitch at the tingling sensation he was creating. He pushed all the Christmas decor off the table and laid you down. Your back hit the cold wood, you hissed. Bradley kissed your nipples. He licked them to make them wet. They got hard from the cold air. He pinched and rolled each nipple between his fingers as he slowly kissed down your torso. 

His breath was shaken against your wet folds. You shuddered when you felt his mustache and nose graze against you. You whined as he teased you. He stayed still, admiring how wet you were. He looked up at you as he made his tongue wide and lapped your wet slit. “Oh fuck.” You were barely able to say it fully. Bradley licked and sucked on your pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back slightly arching off of the table. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him deeper into you. He started to shake his head side to side as his nose rubbed against your clit.

He moaned into your pussy. He was still delicately pinching and rolling your nipples in his fingers. He sucked hard on your clit causing you to cum on his face. He stood up and wiped his face. He slowly licked you off of his hands. He grabbed the eggnog and poured it into your belly button. "This is gonna taste so good, sweetheart." He licked the excess that started to drip down your side. It sent goosebumps all over your torso. He licked up all the eggnog from your belly button. He started to give you body kisses. He always knew how to drive you wild. He knew how to take car of you. “You taste so damn good, baby girl.” He continued to rub your body and kiss you all over. 

He gripped your hips hard and pulled you into him. “I want the neighbors to know my name, baby.” He grabbed you by the throat and brought you back up to his lips. He licked your lips and blew on them. He pulled you in squeezing your neck tighter as he kissed you. You reached down and started to pump him in your hands. He started to buck his hips up into your hands. He moaned in your mouth as you worked him.

“You are a dirty little ho ho ho.” He climbed onto the table with you. It creaked and sounded like it was cracking underneath you. He ran his hands up and down your body, pressing his fingers into your skin as he slid his hands down. He ran his tongue from the tip of your pussy all the way up to your lips. He grabbed your face aggressively. You looked at him with a sexy doe-eyed look. Your lips slightly parted. “Open your fucking mouth.” 

You smiled and licked you lips. Your lips parted and he spit into your mouth. “Swallow it, Santa’s little helper.” He smiled at you deviously as you swallowed his spit. He seductively looked at you as he slowly draped your legs over his shoulders. He took his Santa hat off and placed it on your head. He pulled it down to cover your eyes. “Element of surprise, baby.” You gasped and gulped hard, you closed your eyes.

Bradley kissed your legs slowly and leaving trails of saliva on your calves. He slid his calloused hands down to your hips. He spit on one of his hands and rubbed it over your sleek folds. He lined himself up with your opening. He teased you by rubbing his tip up and down your slit. He slid into you slowly. A low growl came from his lips. “Oh you’re so tight, baby.” You inhaled sharply as he started to fill you. Your head hung off the edge of the table. You gasped as he bottomed out. 

"Holy shit Brad, this feels so fucking good." The feeling was intense. Your legs started to shake from the pleasure.

“How’s that for a stocking stuffer?” He pulled himself slowly from you and them rammed his hips into you. He fucked you slowly and every so often he would ram himself into you. Nothing but moans, groans, and skin slapping filled Bradley’s dining area. He got on his knees and held your legs straight up. He steadily thrusted himself in and out of you. He threw his head back as he felt himself getting near to his climax. He gripped your ankles tight. "I want you to cum all over me, baby."

He looked down and watched as his cock hit your walls. He could see himself in your stomach. “Oh my fucking god, y/n.” He worked his hips slightly to give you another angle. He felt a new warm sensation rush over him. His body started to tingle as he pounded into you. He watched as you came all over his cock. Every time he would come out slightly he would be covered more and more with your cum. He tore the Santa hat from your head and turned you around. 

"Are you Santa's little helper, or Santa's little slut?" He slapped your ass and you whined.

Bradley pushed your head into the table as he grabbed your hands. He tied them together with the Santa hat. He gripped your wrists in one of his hands. The other grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed some on your spine. He licked and sucked on your back as he fucked you relentlessly. He pulled your hair and slowed his pace. He pushed his whole length into you and stayed there for a little bit. You could feel him throb inside of you. Your walls started to clench his hard cock. He started to shift up and down. You could feel him rubbing against your cervix. The friction rubbing against your already sensitive swollen clit.

You started to shake in his grasp. Your breathing intensified as you started to squirt all over him. "Oh Bradley. I want you to fill me up."

He hissed as you squeezed him tightly. You could feel him shaking. He pulled himself from you and slammed back into you hard, “Oh Bradley! Fuck!” Your pornographic moans lit a new fire in him. He let go of your hair and wrists. He grabbed onto your hips and fucked you hard.

He was yelling out as he hit your cervix with every thrust. “Oh god! Oh baby! I’m right there! Oh you’re doing so good, baby girl.” He dug his nails into your hips as he thrusted one more time into you.

You both yelled out in unison. You had cum for the third time. You were spent. Your body shaking, but limp from being worked. Bradley dropped all his weight onto you. He stuck to your back, dripping sweat, hair messed up, cheeks rosy, pupils blown. He was trying to catch his breath. He finally got up and slipped himself out of you. Your legs twitched when your body’s weren’t connected anymore. You got off of the table and stood with him as he leaned up against the cabinets. 

He had his head tilted back. He was breathing hard, body glistening with sweat. You went and cupped his face, “Best Christmas gift ever.” 

He looked down at you and chuckled. “That was for choosing to be on the naughty list, sweetheart. You should see what I have lined up for when you want to be on the nice list.” He winked and placed a long kiss on your forehead. He draped his arms around you.

“So how about some dinner now, Bradley?” You raised your brows up at him. 

He nodded, “But we eat naked. Dinner is just an energy boost for round two.” He smirked seductively. You kissed his lips sweetly and walked away to serve yourself a plate.

Bradley watched his cum drip down your thighs as you walked. 

“God I can’t wait for dessert again.”

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I hope you all enjoyed this early little Christmas gift. This is all I really really want for Christmas. I will literally go to the mall and tell Santa that I want Mi Tell/ Brad Brad for Christmas. 😂🎅🏼🎄 Happy holidays, babes! I love you all so much! I will see you for our regular scheduled story! 🫶🏼

Santa's little ho ho ho's are tagged in the comments 💕

[sunshine-on-marz]

Kisses and Kandi

Wilbur x Reader

This one is for mama lyss who isn’t feelin great! Wanted to surprise her a little! Love you mom!!!!! @lyssys

“Wilbur!!” You squealed and ran into his room, cardboard box in arms.

“Hi love!” He giggled a little at your excitement, taking the large box from you and placing it into his now abandoned chair. He takes your hand gently and kisses it. “What’s got you so excited darling?” He smiles at you.

“I got beads!!! We can make bracelets!!!” You beamed, then turned to start ripping at the tape on the box.

He didn’t know if it was your excitement after he know you’d been stressed or the fact that you bought something just to make bracelets with him, but Wilbur was tearing up. He quickly wiped a tear away and starts helping you open the box.

Once everything was laid on the bed you pulled up a beading pattern and followed the instructions. Wilbur doing the same thing. The two of you spent the next hour making bracelets and just talking. There was obviously a mandatory break 20 minutes in to throw beads at each-other but still. The entire time the both of you where smiling ear to ear, just happy to be with the other. After you where both done with the bracelets you put them on and wrote little gift tags for the people you where gifting them to. He kissed you on the forehead and gushed about how much he loved the bracelet. Today was good.

—HERE ARE THE BRACELETS—

You and Wilbur’s

Tommy’s Ranboo’s Sniff’s Mumza’s and Philza’s

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I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CAUSE I ADORE IT!!!!!!

[gale-gaze]

✦ Maeve Lysse ✦

Knowledge Cleric of Mystra

[ detailed character background under the cut ]

✦ General ✦

Age: 30s

Height: 5' 6"

Race: Half-Elf [High Elf / Human]

➥ Father - Ríkorin Lysse

Race: High Elf

Background: Noble

Class: Knowledge Cleric of Corellon Larethian

➥ Mother - Evelyn Lysse

Race: Human

Background: Guild Artisan

Class: College of Lore Bard

Background: Sage

Class: Knowledge Cleric of Mystra

Familiar: Ailmar the Rat

➥ Provided to her by an enchanted ring artefact that her father gifted to her on her birthday, to keep her company in her studies

✦ Backstory ✦

Maeve was born at the crossroads of two very different worlds, born amidst a blended backdrop of beauty and a love for learning.

Her father, an esteemed noble elven cleric, dedicated his life to the preservation and dissemination of knowledge, instilling a reverence for knowledge in Maeve. He possessed a passion for the past and was a respected historian, known for his vast collection of ancient tomes and scrolls from bygone eras that he kept in a grand library. He was a beacon of truth and light in the community in his determination to preserve knowledge.

Her mother was a charismatic human bard who traveled the land, collecting stories from every corner and weaving them into enchanting ballads of valor and love. Known for her tales that captivated even the coldest of hearts, she instilled a deep admiration in Maeve for the power of the emotions that drive stories as she enchanted their evenings with the tales and melodies that filled their home. Her parents' union was a testament to harmonious love, transcending boundaries between two worlds.

In their harmony, Maeve grew up amidst dusty books and soothing lullabies, creating a magical ambiance to her youth - the family studied together and learned, content in their own peace. Her childhood was one of quiet and curious introspection, but even in the peaceful climate of her childhood, she grew disconnected from others with her deep appreciation for history and stories, and this rift only deepened further as an accident altered the Lysse family's standing within their community.

One summer evening during her adolescence, her father brought home a mysterious magical artefact, hoping to decode its history with the family studying it together. Then, without warning, a surge erupted from the artifact in a display of uncontrolled wild magic, engulfing their home in magic flames and warping the reality around them, causing a neighbor to inadvertently get trapped within the rift temporarily.

Although predominantly harmless, the incident left the community shaken as neighbors witnessed the events unfolding - fearful reserve for the powers of untamed magic drove rumors to spread that the Lysse family was meddling with forbidden dark magic they could not control. Though her parents tried to quell the stories, the damage was done - the community, fearful of their supposed powers and potential danger, started to distance themselves from the Lysse family.

Her parents tried to shield her from the harsh realities as best they could, supporting their daughter with what they could offer as they attempted to put their community at ease and rebuild their family's reputation. Maeve felt the heavy weight of their community's judgement, sensing their fearful glances and hearing the hushed and whispered conversations in rumors and theories.

The distrust of her community pushed Maeve deeper into the world of books as she sought refuge among her father's ancient tomes in what survived of his vast library - in her doubt, the realm of knowledge became her sanctuary.

Then, amidst the countless pages, she discovered a tome dedicated to Mystra, the goddess of magic. The more Maeve read about Mystra, the more she felt a profound connection - Mystra's doctrine spoke of understanding magic's weave and harnessing its potential, responsibly. The importance of knowledge resonated deeply with Maeve's own experiences, and she found solace in the tome's teachings and a glimmer of hope for her family.

Her devotion to Mystra grew as she poured all of her energy to learn more, and Maeve became a Knowledge Cleric under her. She believed that by channeling the teachings of Mystra, she could control and harness magic while respecting its power and using it to protect as well as teach and spread a better understanding to others.

Maeve's quest for knowledge was not just limited to books; she learned from her mother the art of storytelling, understanding that stories held power, just as spells did - that tales could challenge perceptions, change minds, and, most importantly, heal. Through tales, she could reach people’s hearts and minds, making them see the world through a different lens. She combined the factual rigor of her father’s historical approach with the emotional impact of her mother's songs, creating a unique blend of storytelling that brought history to life in an attempt to foster understanding.

The deeper she delved into the mysteries of magic and history, the more Maeve's curiosity was piqued as she realized that there was a disconnect in the stories surrounding Mystra; there were gaps in the history, missing tales, and whispered rumors of lost artefacts. Maeve dedicated herself to unraveling these mysteries and bridging the gaps, hopeful that doing so might rebuild her family's reputation through education.

Maeve saw herself as a bridge – between history and story, between knowledge and faith. Despite the disconnect she felt growing up, she craved the acceptance of her community and believed that she was uniquely positioned to bring understanding and unity where there was division.

Through her devotion to Mystra and her pursuit of lost knowledge, Maeve hopes to find her own place in the world amongst the stories, determined to illuminate the shadows of ignorance and bring light and understanding to her community and heal the social wounds of her family within it.

[serpentofslaanesh]

@heliinx when Lyss gives her all sorts of gifts she probably shouldn't take despite knowing what she's doing it for

[heliinx]

@serpentofslaanesh liked for a February Fluff Drabble

Of course, she didn't come herself. But the white-furred servants she sent, bearing her smell and whiffs of her magic, would let Lyss know that these were indeed the messengers of Heliinx. "She will not kill-eat you, for you are mine-mine!" The Grey Seer had assured the two dyed ratmen before they ran off, but in truth even she hadn't known what Lyss would do.

All she knew is that beings of power liked tributes and gifts, and if she could not find favor with the daemon princess, at least she could stave off any building wrath for a time. Hell, maybe she would eat the messengers in Heliinx's place. The Grey Seer cared not, so long as it wasn't her own hide.

" G-g-gracious lady-master w-wants us t-to give y-you this-this--" With violently trembling claws, the smaller of the two slaves (shoved forward by his bigger, but equally cowering companion) held up a Lizardmen plaque to the Daemon Prince. It was pure gold, though it's luster had suffered in the hands of the hygenically unconcerned ratfolk.

So that his smaller companion could not report to Heliinx that he had not done his part, the larger of the two white furs stepped forward. "She brings-gives a message in the tongue of the scale-things."

And in good-enough Saurian, the Ratmen communicated what his mistress had demanded he say, though he couldn't have known what it was he had spoken. Otherwise he would not have spoken it.

You can eat-eat them if you want-desire.

[sincerelyella]

Feelings Circle

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x OC (Alyssa)

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to @burnsoslow and is used with permission

My brand spanking new and beautiful poster for The Loft was made by the amazing @gokushairgel ❤️ she is a gem and so dang talented. Thank you for creating this masterpiece!

Summary: An AU based on the show New Girl (my favorite can you tell??) Just a collection of one-shots and shenanigans that allude to the show. This will NOT be canon, that means this won’t be in Cordonia and Liam isn’t a King. If you have watched the show before, you know they are in Los Angeles, California.

A/N: This little chapter takes place after the birthday fic I wrote for Burnsy called Lifetime. You don’t need to read that one to know what’s going on in this fic though ☺️

A/N 2: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything - mostly because work has been crazy and studying related to work has also taken up a lot of my time. My taglist is very old so feel free to ignore should you not want to read this mess lol

Thank you Burnsy, my tumblr and real life friend, for letting me borrow your best girl, as well as looking over this fic and not saying it completely sucked big donkey balls lol I love you.

Warnings: Adult language; sexual innuendos; some overall inappropriateness because it’s the Loft 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 1258

Alyssa opened the door and to her surprise saw a large package that was on the floor addressed to her. She grunted as she pulled and pushed it inside the loft. “Ella!”

A voice came from one of the rooms down the hall. “Yeah?”

“Did you order something for me again? I just returned the freaking roundabout dildo!” Lyss shut the door with her foot and crossed her arms across her chest.

“What’re you talking about? I didn’t buy anything,” Ella bounced into the living room. “What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Lyssa bent down to take a look at the label on the box. “It says it’s from Texas.”

The girls pawed and pried open the box and saw that it was a bread maker. “A bread maker? What the fuck?” Lyssa saw a note tucked on the side and tugged on it. “It’s from Drake’s mom!” Drake and Alyssa just got engaged and FaceTimed his family and her cousins and friends to give them the news. Drake, not being too close to his mom and Aunt Leona, still felt like giving them a call about their engagement was respectful. “‘Dear Alyssa, So glad we got to meet you even though it was when you and my son were already engaged,’” Lyss read out loud. “‘Please accept this as an engagement gift, hope to meet you soon.’”

“What the fuck kind of gift is a bread maker?” Ella asked as she poked the box. “She doesn’t even know you. Why not send a toaster or coffee maker or something?”

Alyssa gasped. “Maybe she thinks I can’t take care of her son!”

Ella’s brows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know, I heard she treated Drake and his sister like shit and abandoned them,” she explained with a wave of her hand. “So maybe this is her way of being petty. Maybe she thinks I can’t cook!”

“But you can’t,” her friend pointed out.

“That’s beside the point! She thinks I can’t take care of her only son!”

“How can you say you don’t take care of people?” Ella put her hands on her hips in a huff. “You take care of me! You’re fierce and strong and you would stand up for anyone that you love. You’re like a big, scary, protective mama bear!”

“I just make sure you don’t kill yourself when we’re drinking El,” Lyssa’s eyes watered. “What if Drake’s mom hates me?”

The girls were interrupted by the front door opening and the guys of loft 4D barged inside, already mid argument.

“If I’m not having sex in this loft, then nobody is having sex in this loft!” Leo roared as he marched towards the kitchen.

“I am so aware of my nipples right now,” Maxwell hissed as he hugged his chest tightly.

Ella and Lyss glanced at each other, then turned back to the boys. “What in the fresh hell-”

“Just don’t make any sudden movements,” Ella whispered out of the side of her mouth.

It was Liam’s turn to speak as he turned to his fiancé. “Love, did you know about this?”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what’s happening right now. I need context.”

Leo ripped open a box of condoms, dumped them onto the kitchen island, and pulled open drawers.

“What the fuck is going on?” Lyssa asked as she turned to Drake.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck is going on!” Leo answered as he lifted up what he was looking for - a pair of scissors. “I’m going to cut all these condoms up!”

Drake, Max, and Liam lunged toward Leo, Drake reaching him first and tackling him to the ground. Max kicks the scissors away from him and Liam tries to pull his best friend off of his brother.

“Get ahold of yourself, you crazy oaf,” Drake grunted as he struggled against Liam’s strong hold. “Just because you fucked up and aren’t getting laid anymore doesn’t mean you can fuck it up for all of us!”

Leo huffed, his face red. “If any one of you try to have sex up in this loft I’ll body block! No love making! All love making will cease!”

“Everybody shut up!” Ella screamed. Everyone went silent and turned their attention to the small woman in front of them. “All of you, just shut up and sit down at the table. We’re going to talk about this like adults.”

Alyssa grinned. “I’ll get the-”

“Aw,” Maxwell whined. “Not the-”

“You bet your ass!” Lyss waved the feelings stick in his face. As a teacher, she brought home a lot of popsicle sticks, yarn, felt tipped markers, and crayons. But the feelings stick was used religiously in case they needed to have a loft meeting. The girls usually bring it out when there are some kind of feelings involved and the guys don't want to talk about it.

“Feelings stick is in effect,” Ella began as everyone took a seat, grumbling as they went. “You know the rules, one person speaks at a time and no interrupting.”

“Everyone deserves to be heard at the table,” Alyssa continued as she stood behind her new fiancé and bent down to kiss his cheek.

Ella plopped herself onto Liam’s lap, his arms automatically settling around her hips. “Who wants to go first?”

Maxwell reached for the feelings stick now in the middle of the table. “We all were at the store and Leo saw Hana there with another guy. He got upset and jealous and was trying to follow them down the aisles! As a distraction, I told him that the store ran out of cheddar cheese blocks and he went into some kind of rage and twisted my nipples,” he turned to look at Leo as he wrapped a free arm around his chest. “That really hurt and now I’m pretty sure you ripped some chest hair out of my skin.”

Leo snatched the feelings stick out of Max’s hand. “I felt like that was the wrong time to yell about my favorite cheese, and you knew how distraught I’d been over my … situation with Hana!”

Drake leaned over the table and grabbed the feelings stick from Leo. “I feel like you are being a real bitch about this Hana issue, Rys!“ Alyssa and Ella flinched at the harsh words; Leo’s face turned a dark red color. “You cheated, and she dumped you. Come to terms with it and fucking let it go!”

Liam held his hand out towards Drake, motioning for the feelings stick, and like a baton, Drake passed it over. “Leo, I don’t think it’s fair that you purposely bought condoms for everyone with a plan to just cut them up since we’re all in relationships and you’re not.”

A knock on the door interrupted their feelings circle. Alyssa walked over, flung the door open and her brows raised in surprise to see Hana on the other side. “Hana! Hey … uh, what’s up?”

Wringing her hands together, Hana gave her friend a nervous smile. “Hi Lyss, is Leo here?”

A screeching of a chair and stomping of feet sounded a moment later, and an out of breath Leo stood at the door next to Lyssa. “Hi! Hana … hi! How are you?”

“Leo …” Hana chewed on the inside of her cheek.

An awkward silence settled between the two and Lyss became increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m … just going to walk away,” she bent down under Leo’s arm that was holding the door open and scampered off.

“Did you want to come in?” Leo asked softly.

Hana nodded. “I think we should talk.”

[caffeineinducedbeing]

Our Story is Just Getting Started

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Ten years. One hundred and twenty months. Three thousand six hundred and fifty-two days. All that time, and yet it seemed like no time at all.

Alyss woke groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she shifted toward her still-sleeping husband's form. She smiled softly at him, his eyes shut peacefully, breathing through his mouth due to the sickness that had plagued him all week, denying him airway through his nose.

Gently laying a hand on his bare shoulder, she whispered, "Will."

That was enough to wake him. He grunted, "Yeah, hey, Lyss. Morning."

"Morning."

He grunted again as he sat up, rubbing and squinting his eyes against the morning sunlight coming through the window, and reaching for a handkerchief on the nightstand to blow his stuffy nose.

Alyss opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. She had always been the first to say it; this year, she would let him.

"Got any plans today?" she said instead.

Will sniffed, shaking his head several times. His eyes dissociated at the wall; he had never been a morning person. It took him until he had coffee running through his veins to be fully functional. He looked down at her, shaking his head still. "No. You?"

Alyss shook her head, hiding her disbelief. Had he truly forgotten? Or was he messing with her? He couldn't have forgotten. He always remembered every year and always did something special, remembering the previous year when he had taken her out for dinner and dancing, and gifted her a beautiful necklace, in the shape of a golden sun, which she hadn't taken off since. He wouldn't forget.

But then again, he'd been sick, and not "the good sick" as he called it where you're "sick enough to sleep all day and not work." She remembered him describing it to her. No, he was just the "annoying and inconvenient sick," where he's not sick enough to justify taking off work, but he's sick enough to be miserable as he does it.

She felt for him, truly. The "annoying sick" must truly be... annoying. But bad enough for him to have forgotten today? Surely not.

But as he left the room to go prepare breakfast, just like a typical day, she hesitated. Maybe he had.

The rest of the morning was spent with a weary and sniffling Will and a suspicious and disappointed Alyss.

They left the cabin together to go to their respective jobs as always, separating at the fork in the path as always, where she set off for Redmont and he went about doing his rounds. As always.

Will kissed her gently, saying a quick "Love you, have a good day, baby."

"You too, see you tonight," she said briskly as she watched him ride away without any further contemplation about it, she rode toward the castle, deep in disappointment.

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"Good morning, Alyss," Pauline said happily, placing a stack of papers on her desk. "The Baron requested these be done by noon today if that's at all possible. Sorry, I know you hate loan papers."

Alyss sighed, "I do, but it's not a problem, Pauline." Her tone was dreary, and Pauline picked up on it quickly.

"And a Happy Anniversary to you and Will." With a knowing glint in her eyes.

Alyss looked up and smiled, "Thank you, I'm glad someone remembered."

Pauline's eyes widened, "No! Will?! He never forgets your anniversary; he always does some big grand gesture."

Alyss nodded, "Yes, and my gift is always lame in comparison to his. Ten years, Pauline, and he's never forgotten. But this morning was just... a regular morning. He's been sick lately, of course."

"Yes, Halt's told me, blasted colds, they're quite a nuisance."

"Yes, evidently enough to cause my husband to forget our anniversary."

"I'm sure he'll remember, dear. And he'll feel awful about it."

Alyss nodded, her eyes returning to her paperwork, "I'd better get a headstart on all this."

Pauline nodded, gathered her things, and left Alyss to her despair.

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Against all odds, Alyss did end up finishing by noon. She delivered the papers to a very surprised Baron, who also wished her and Will a Happy Anniversary, referencing his very handy calendar with important dates scribbled on the days. Alyss inquired about where he got it, making a mental note to pick one up on the way home as a way of breaking the news to Will that, for the first time ever, he had forgotten.

Around 5 pm, when the sun began to dip in the sky, casting a warm glow across the castle, Pauline came to find her again.

"Alyss dear, would you take a walk with me, please?"

Never one to refuse her mentor, she did.

They walked down to the courtyard, Alyss attempting to mask the disappointment that tinged in her eyes. Halt and Will were standing by Tug at the very edge of the courtyard. Halt and Pauline exchanged a knowing glance as Alyss resigned herself to just an ordinary day, leading into an ordinary night.

Will approached her with Tug, "Hop on, my Lady," he said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Alyss raised an eyebrow, curiosity mixed in with her suspicion.

"Will, what is this?"

"Come on, get on," he extended his hand to her. She took it, and he helped hoist her into Tug's saddle.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he got on behind her, his strong arms snaking around her waist to grab the reins.

"Someplace special," was his response as he guided her toward the woods.

When they entered a familiar clearing where they had exchanged their wedding vows, Alyss gasped. The field was adorned with golden lanterns, casting a soft, enchanting light. Rose petals covered the ground like a delicate carpet, and a white blanket was laid out on the ground, surrounded by a specially prepared dinner.

"Will," Alyss said, her voice filled with awe, "I thought you'd forgotten."

Will's playful smirk deepened. "Well, that was the point."

He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the weight of the moment as they stood in the very spot where they had gotten married.

"Happy Anniversary, my dear," Will said, his voice filled with warmth.

Alyss' smile couldn't get any wider, and her eyes sparkled with tenderness, "Happy Anniversary." They kissed gently.

They shared a romantic dinner, the dark forest around them enveloping the scene in an even more enchanting regard. As the night progressed, they kissed under the lantern glow. Again, and again. The passion ignited between them, and they made love on the soft blanket, surrounded by the beauty of the scenery. Will did know how to paint a pretty ambiance.

Afterward, wrapped up in Will's cloak, Will smiled mischievously. "I do have one more surprise." He pulled out two wrinkled sheets of paper.

Alyss gaped as she realized what they were. "Our vows?" she asked incredulously. "I wonder if they still hold up." She said playfully.

Will began reading, his voice filled with sincerity. "Alyss Mainwaring, saying I do to you today means saying I will, I will love you today, tomorrow, and every day after for the rest of my life, just like I have since we were children..."

And suddenly they were back in time, standing in this very clearing in the summer sunset, surrounded by friends and friends who were considered family.

And Will was baring his soul in front of them all, "Growing up as orphans, there were no good examples of what a perfect love looked like, I wasn't sure if I even believed in it, but Alyss, you have changed the way I think about love, you have shown me what true love is. And I know things haven't always been easy, and they won't always be easy, but through thick and thin, I promise to show you my love for you every day. Because our love has always been worth it, it will always be worth it, I will encourage you, trust and respect you, confide in you, and create a home with you; full of laughter and compassion..."

Halt sniffled in the background, causing Will to smile even bigger as he completed his vows. And just like that, it was ten years later, the same clearing, the same couple, the same love story, just a little older, a little quieter. And Will was whispering the same vow he had written when he was 26, with the same sincerity that he had when he had read them to the woman he loved.

"I want to love you till the end of our days, I want to grow old with you, I want to share my dreams with you. So today, in front of everyone here, I pledge myself to you, Alyss Mainwaring."

They smiled at each other, tears brimming in Alyss' eyes as she unfolded her own sheet and began reading.

"Will, I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember since we were children. But somehow, I still seem to fall in love with you more and more each day that passes..."

Alyss looked beautiful in her white dress, with a crown of flowers atop her head and an excited glimmer in her eyes.

And she was reading with all the clarity and dignity she was trained to do in her apprenticeship. But the sincerity and the weight of the moment gave her voice a slight tremor; which nobody would've noticed typically, except Will, who gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"You are kind, courageous, faithful, the best friend, the best brother the best son, I think anyone here can vouch for those. In you, I have found my soulmate, my best friend, my lover, my partner, my safe place."

Will squeezed her hand now, as she finished renewing her own vows under the lantern light in the clearing.

There was a catch in her throat, and she paused to clear it, then looked up at him as she finished.

"You are my great love story, Will Treaty, and our story is just getting started"

They look at each other a long while and Will nods whispering "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

"We're gonna be okay"

"I know,"

"I'm sorry I made you think I was a horrible husband today," Will said, his voice tinged with amusement.

Alyss snorted a laugh, "I did think that, but you made up for it"

His arm went around her shoulders and she pressed her body to his, as they lay on the blanket. Looking up at the night sky, the twinkle of the stars reflected in their eyes.

Will gave her forehead a gentle kiss, a silent promise, a testament to all they had been through, all they had endured. None of it truly mattered in the end, these last few months which had been the worst in the history of their relationship. Too many arguments, too many regretful and selfish words, too many sleepless nights in separate bedrooms. Looking back now, it seemed ridiculous, how could they ever get so ugly with each other? They love each other.

But that's the false illusion of love. That it's always perfect, and happy, and beautiful.

But real love, true love, is loving through it all. Loving through the perfect and the imperfect, the happy and the unhappy, the beautiful and the ugly.

Loving through the ugly until it's beautiful again, and trying to do better next time. Rinse and repeat. The endless cycle of life and love.

But that's what makes it so special.

[lyss-butterscotch]

i hope u feel better soon lyss!!! we are all here to wait for u and support you through whatever you are going through, you got this!!!!!

WHAHGSGSHS WHA????? 🤗🥺🥺🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺 MAI THIS IS SO PRETTY AND CUTE AND WAAAAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU THIS BRINGS SO MUCH JOY TO ME WAAAAA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Thank you so much, talking with people have been helping alot and waaaa this brings me so much joy and i am smiling rn at like 1.30 am because :)))))) thank you

[sandsofdteam-moved]

I understand assembly now peace and love <- lying

[ch4oticbunny]

For those of you who have seen Lyss' previous drawings, I'll give you some background on the character!

Lyssandra was my first rpg character, a druid from the Circle of the Moon that I played in a 2y campaign (yes, 2 years) when I was 14-16. We played an adaptation of Dark Sun, in a party composed of 4 members where we played the growth of our characters from the age of 10 to about 35. In the end only Kiro (the tiefling seen earlier) and Lyss were left as survivors.…about the displacer beast, basically Sethir was going to be killed but ended up being given as a gift to Lyss after the loss of his previous companion (a wyvern cub she had rescued), they both grew up together and survived the whole journey.

When I started drawing, I had no experience at all and I think it's really cool how her drawings portray my progress over the years as well as the character's own physical growth.

[twsted-princess]

A slightly late birthday gift to @thetwstwildcard, I hope you have a wonderful day Lizz!!

Lyss sighed, another birthday party. Don't get her wrong she loved parties and she couldn't thank Trey enough for baking a delicious cake. Everyone in Heartslabyul singing her happy birthday, a few gifts and even Riddle didn't blow a fuse the whole time. She watched from her spot as people around her chatted with her cup of tea in hand. She was grateful. Really she was, but she was missing him. It's been......a while now and she should have moved past it but it still hurts. Hurts that he's not here to see this, that he's not here with her. As Lyss looked down in the warm cup of tea she heard something from the bushes. A rustling that made her head tilt. It couldn't be Che'nya, he'd be popping up behind Riddle by now. She got up and crept over to the bush but she did think she was probably crazy. No one was this stupid to hide a rose bush for this long, like come on. But as she knelt down to peer inside the thorns and red blossoms suddenly a face leapt through. She screamed for a moment as the golden eyes and tiger eared hooligan suddenly kissed her, the two falling over the ground. As the startled crowd looked at them the figure pulled away, their body now pinning her to the ground. "Gotta say, ya look good on the ground like this~" Petva, el rey de los idiotas was upon her, licking their lips with a bright bow around their neck like they were her gift.

[tricos-here]

🖊🖊🖊

🖊 Astêrales is a second cycle sylvari whose pod was cut down from the Pale Tree by asura and taken into the Mists as an experiment - the experiment being if they could maintain the pod and for it to continue to grow until the sylvari was mature, even when cut from its root, and what the effects of that would be.

Her physical appearance doesn't stray much from the typical sylvari because she'd already formed in her pod when it was cut down, though she lacks any connections to the Dream, she doesn't have any memories from it nor feels any connection to other sylvari. In fact, she lacks context of what sylvari are in general, being surrounded by asura and the occasional human all the time - she often has a bit of an existential crisis over her reflection. She's technically never been out of the Mists either, typically running through fractals to generate data for the asura for further experiments.

🖊Valentine is most commonly known for his family name, they're descendants of Elonian Ambassadors that came to Kryta some generations ago and have always been influential in court, possibly even being involved in the Ministry.

Though Val has for the most part denounced all that and has made quite a name for himself too with his mercenary work and more importantly, the fact he is a decorated Champion in the Mists, with numerous tournament wins under his belt - something his parents love to parade him around for during noble parties, despite their constant criticism of him "not doing anything of use". He would later even form his own mercenary guild together with Yweyn which would come to be rather successful. They have a little HQ Office in Lion's Arch, something they argued about considering the track record of that city being destroyed but hey, it was cheap.

🖊 Raphaela was thought to be a sign or a gift from the goddess Lyssa due the nature of her appearance - she was inexplicably left as a babe at the steps of a Lyssa Temple in the middle of the day, without anyone being seen coming and going despite priests milling about the entire time. On top of that, and besides her very purple eyes, it was during the season of the Scion, which has the alignment of water, same as the element of the goddess, it was raining that day, and it was near the time for the Festival of Lyss.

Most of her life she was known as Parsa, due to the fact that it was the name stitched in her blankets when she was left at the steps of the temple, though she'd later pick the name Raphaela for herself. Ironically, Parsa means "devout" and she's certainly anything but after she was discarded by the church.

[theyluvlyss]

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ about me !

𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐲𝐲...

...welcome to the "about me" page! this is where you'll learn whatever there is to know about me (besides the stuff I don't tell you lol). I figured I'd make this page just so you can get a feel for me as a person and, y'know, who it is literally doing all of the work around this place🥴.

to learn more about this account in general, you can always check out the intro page. to explore what fandoms I'm in and what I love to run my mouth talk about, then you should go to the heart. Continue reading further down to learn more about me, and possibly make a new mutual ♡. any questions? head on over to my faq's page.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

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𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : theyluvlyss, lyssa, or lyss is preferred

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she/her/hers

𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 : black+beautiful🤎🖤🩷

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐬) : writer, shifter (it's been four years, someone please help me🥲), fangirl

𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : screenwriter, author, model, actress

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐬) : shazam! (1-2), speed racer (yes, the 2008 live movie adaptation), darby and the dead, the flash (mostly just young barry allen), superheroes in general

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 : entp, aquarius sun/cancer moon/leo rising, (undiagnosed) AuDHD, burnt out gifted kid syndrome

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫(𝐬) : purple, black, pink, deep reds

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝(𝐬) : mcdonald's, cake (yes, I'm unhealthy lol)

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 :ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ boll weevil - the presidents of the united states of americaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcan you feel my heart - bring me the horizonㅤㅤㅤㅤbring me to life - evanescenceㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdark sun - after dark we riseㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstar quality - s4brina

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𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬...

...that's pretty much it😻. short, sweet, simple, now you know me lol :).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ᐠ-˕-マ~ 𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐞𝐞 !

[hwaightme]

hii i just wanted to remind you how lovely and talented of a person you are!! never change <33

;~; <3 not me literally feeling like I was just embraced and given a bright star from the sky to guide me and keep me warm... thank you so much Lyss this seriously means the world to me. And please remember that you are a brilliant person with the kindest heart and a priceless gift in skill and passion <3 Here is a fun moodboard for you that I hope you will like; to channel more warmth (and Sanergy <3)