Tidili I’m proud to present my newest baby! ～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆
Name: Palida
She/her
Age: 6
Birthday : 15/04 (15th of april)
Ship: post dark cream (see @zu-is-here ’s comic :D) lockedverse version
Likes: Bunny, her bunny plush, bunny-shaped snacks, everything that is remotely close to bunnies, pillow forts
Dislikes: tired days, mustard, snakes (since the day someone told her one could easily swallow whole a rabbit) and dirt in eye-sockets
Home multiverse: lockedverse
Timeline: future timeline (it means when most of my ocs are adults or late teens)
Name of the bunny plush: Barry or Vivian or Limi or Toko or Ful or…… It constantly changes
Magic: not bad at magic, can use bones, colored magic and gaster blasters… But refuses to use anything until she succeeds in shaping it like bunnies. So far she manages… Her magic usually feel a bit warm. Prefers orange magic over blue magic.
Particularity : Palida was born a bit weak, she tired easily. Her magic is showing through her eye sockets, her nose hole or the star shaped hole on her right cheek (she wasn’t born with that hole, it was due to an accident when she was merely days old and her body was still a bit fragile). Looking at the color of her magic and feeling the temperature of her body (the more energy she has the warmer she is) is a good way to know when she needs a power nap or a snack. A bit of magic can be seen between her bones but it’s hardly noticeable.
he never feels as solid, as whole, as when he’s got you spread out on his lap like this, your back pressed so close to his chest its like you’re breathing as one, thighs hooked over his and spread nice and wide for him so you can’t squeeze them together when his hand slips down and cups your cunt. you’re already dripping for him and he feels cheated that he went so long without feeling, without tasting, what now coats the pads of his fingers.
“why didn’t you tell me about this? hmm?” he spreads your sticky folds apart and feels you shudder against him. you start to say something about not wanting to bother him and really you’re fine but zoro steals your voice when his middle finger traces a slow, firm circle around your clit. “you know the deal. you get wet, you find me. no matter what. say it.”
“i-i’ll find you.”
“that’s my girl.” he kisses up the side of your neck and whispers in your ear, low and rough. “always take care of you, don’t i?”
something too violent to be anything but love wraps its talons around his heart and squeezes when you turn to kiss his cheek and mumble against his skin “yeah,” all quiet and sincere, “you do.”
zoro eases a thick finger inside you to reward you for your sweet words, sliding in a second soon after and curling them against a spot that is second nature to find. his other hand drifts across your body, groping at your chest and stomach before his arm comes across your waist to keep you still as he hurtles you to your high. he grinds his palm against your clit and you’re gone, uselessly trying to squirm away while he fucks you through your orgasm.
“c’mon stop running from me, baby. i’m not done taking care of you.”
job hunting, sending resumes, filling in applications (that contain the exact same information as your resume), undergoing assessment tests (plural) and having several interviews are such fun.
