#chesathecat

Came to the library legit JUST for this. You know I’m doing each and every ship. Couldn’t really find poly gifs I was satisfied with so each one is like separate.

Send 💑 for a gif of how cuddling between our muses would be like

Adam x Rodger:

Jack x Tate: (Jack always sends his baby to sleep with kisses)

Ben x Blake: (bit of shifting around to accommodate stuffies and clinging to Blake for better sleep)

Chris x Rodger: (most nights he likes touching/being touched -not usually in a sexual way- as he drifts off to dreamland)

Lamar x Dylan:

Cherry x Opal:

Qiana x Chelsea: (couldn’t find a poly cuddling gif but I feel Qiana’s usually in the middle when all three of them are together)

Qiana x Minnie:

Hazel x Felicity: (always keeping her kitten close and showing affection)

Doing 13B because 13C didn’t load. 

Samyaza grinned and pressed Audrey against the wall.

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It wasn’t unusual for Cherry to go to parties on occasion. She was out living her life, no longer under her mother’s thumb. She was in college working on a degree in psychology to eventually become a psychotherapist. With her studying done, ready for the semester to be over, she was at a party unwinding with a cup of alcohol when she saw her. Opal the goddess, the one she met three years ago at Coachella...or so she thought. Thinking about what she felt were memories brought goosebumps to her skin. The woman was more radiant than she remembered, face bright, hair in perfect springy coils... Shivers ran up Cherry’s spine as she was hit with images of what was an endless night until the next morning when the woman was gone. She sipped her drink as she contemplated approaching her, a longing look in her gray-green eyes. She didn’t know what she’d possibly say. She didn’t want to come off as crazy. Especially since this was the first time she’d seen her since Coachella.

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Hazel was doing a live stream, something she enjoyed because it let her talk to fans. She got to answer their questions, see the loving messages and even shut down haters. She did this every Wednesday evening at the same time. It just became part of her schedule and never let anything from stopping her live streams at seven in the evening. She didn’t mind ending early, but starting late was something she despised. She was in the middle of singing a song cover on the spot when she felt a strange pain and groaned, clutching her stomach with one arm. Her soulmate was being stabbed in the gut literally. It was a little after eight so she took a deep breath, said goodbye, and ended the live video. She closed her laptop and clutched her stomach again, hunching over as her stomach felt like it was on fire. “Oh God, I hope you’re okay. Please be okay for me? I haven’t even met you yet,” she whispered in pain.

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Qiana was having a business meeting with her modeling agent. Whenever Christian had news of where her modeling career was going he always made it a dinner meeting whether it was good or bad. As of late especially she had been on edge. Whoever her soulmate was, apparently experienced pain at the most inconvenient times. Sometimes she wondered if it was possible to have more than one person as a soulmate because she felt different types of pain in one area, then another, which threw her off. Qiana sipped her drink and nodded, listening as he praised the work she’d been doing. Feeling a sudden singing heat on her hand, she cursed loudly, drawing attention to their table and her agent cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at her. “I am so sorry. Can you excuse me? I just had a sudden pain and need to check on something,” she excused herself, quickly rushing to the ladies room. She ran her reddened hand under cool water. “Fuck fuck fuck. Why?” Qiana pouted.