Jessa Md - Tumblr Posts
Have some Nuziv and Jessa I haven’t posted here yet >:3
acts of service - DaGOI au snippet
JESSA
Tessa bot!
J!
(I’m forcing my J plush to watch me draw this stuff)
Tessa Trauma(?) Core but Comfort
eeeeeee thank you! I LOVE IT! They sneaky the cookies
late to it but J holding a flashlight with Tessa holding a jar of cookies (midnight cookie heist) if that's okay please
love it
Tessa felt something, she felt something she hadn't felt in a while. She felt comfortable around J again, despite her J wearing the disassembly drone legs and one disassembly drone gauntlet.
She leaned her back against her girlfriend's legs and let out a small happy squeak of joy.
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.
"Jaybird, can you reschedule all my appointments for tomorrow and the next day? I... I want to try to get back to helping drones again," the former Elliott heiress asked gently, tilting her head back so she could make eye-contact with her girlfriend, "Having a hairstyle I couldn't stand... I don't want anyone else to have to bear that burden of low self-esteem."
She trembled a little at a thought before she had the courage to put it into words, she fidgeted with the tulle of her skirt. "C-could you bite my other shoulder... the one that doesn't have as many scars on it... J-just... if I get scared and ask you to stop, please could you?"
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.
Tessa blushed at J's teasing, awaiting the bite. The second she felt the drone clamp down, she felt that fear that night, but... it faded, recognizing the biting style. It infact was her J.
She let out a joyful squeak, recognizing the tingle of the warning signals that she had been hurt, as well as the trickle of oil running down her steel skin. Tessa tilted her head to the side to let J have better access. She pleaded, her voice weak with love and adoration, "Again, please... That... it felt nice."
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.