*puts A Few J Plushes On The Front Desk For Tessa*

*puts a few J plushes on the front desk for Tessa*

- feral J au

-her lipquivers and she grabs all the plushies, starting to cry and hugging them- I miss MY Jaybird... th-th-thank you, anon

After a while, Tessa emerged from the room, wearing a black puffy dress with white bows and lace, she held a bag of the bottles of oil in her hand. Her tangled hair, no longer bound by a dirty scrunchy, was now freshly washed, the colour a little lighter now since all the grime was washed off.

"H-hi Jaybird..." she greeted shyly, making her way to the recycling bin by the front door as she put the oil containers in there. She walked over and sat on the floor in front of the couch, trembling a little, the thought of any J placing even a finger on her hair made her afraid, but, she needed the help.

"Alright... I'm as r-ready as I'm going to be," Tessa replied with some fright in her voice, she held her gauntlets to self soothe.

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

I miss my Jaybird... and her wavy hair

Okay but J with curly/wavy hair, yes? Yes.

Gotta say writing the comfort scenes for my J (and Tessa) fanfiction makes me sappy. Now I couldn't get the image out of my head that Tessa opens up Js hair to brush it and being like "omg what the fuck girl your HAIR!!!! it's gotten CURLY???"

just completely in awe & J not knowing how to take the compliments lol

(find the fanfiction here hehe shameless self ad: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59188150/chapters/150925069)

stimmy business

;u; aaaaaaaaaa this is a good synopsis of how it went!

@urabsolutefwend you'll like this

part one

Tessa was a little embarrassed, but... like all the times when she got distressed as a little girl and Nate was there to help cheer her up, she nodded. "M-maybe... I could use some help cleaning up the bottles..."she asked gently, "If... that's okay.." She stood off her bed, and adjusted her long plain cotton dress and smiled weakly at Nate before she walked over and turned on the bedroom light.

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.