Mava-2, in my fics: Lovely Titan mom. Everything she does is thought out and her armor has been carefully picked out with function first and aesthetic second. Wears muted colors that hail back to something she can’t quite remember and that work well for not being seen in the Maritan deserts.
Aaaand here's another line, because I can't get enough of your writing! 😉 Victuuri: "Where did you get that?" 🤗🤗💙💙
(Thanks, hun!! Hope you like this too!)
“Where did you get that?”
Viktor lunged for the picture, but Yuuri expertly dodged him.
“Chris said something about you starting to collect merchandise of me, but he didn’t say anything about fanart,” he said, tilting his head and looking over the drawing again.
“Yuuri!” Viktor whined. “I didn’t say anything about your poster collection!”
Yuuri snorted. “That’s because it stroked your ego. And don’t think I didn’t notice it suddenly get larger than it used to be. You can’t mock me for it if you add to it.”
He turned his eyes to the drawing again, ignoring the indignant sounds Viktor was making. He tilted his head again. “We should try this position sometime,” he said thoughtfully. “It looks like I’m enjoying it.”