MYO-1474: Fatima Fontaine

“Do you think this is enough food?” Mercy asked, stepping back and looking over the food placed on the table, their hands on their hips before crossing them over their chest.   “Are you sure people are going to actually show up?” Mercy added, brows furrowed in thought. “We didn’t really tell anyone we were planning on doing this after all.”   T...

Fatima sighed as she lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, clutching her Oleander plush. She did manage to sleep for a few hours but something suddenly woke her up.  She wasn’t sure what it was but something felt a bit… off and trying to fall back asleep had become a chore, so there she lay, thoughts running rampant in her head.  Rolling onto her side, Fati...

“Let’s see, do I have everything ready?” Fatima asks herself, looking over the multiple trays sitting on the counter, tail swaying behind her as she grabs her list off the table, glancing at it then at the snacks, double checking just in case.   “I wonder if I baked too many…” She says, tapping her chin and tilting her head curiously.   As Fatima...

“Please! You guys have to come with me to the Church!” Fatima exclaimed, standing in the middle of the room as she glanced between Ilar and Mimic, tears falling from her eyes. She sniffled and wiped them away, only to be replaced with more tears. “I don’t… want to be the only one who didn’t go…”    ...

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Fatima asks, standing outside with Mimic, holding a box in her hands. “Yes. Yes I am. Besides, everybody else is celebrating too and what better way to celebrate than to have a small party with friends and homemade goods?” Mimic replied,holding a few boxes in her arms. “I suppose, but are you sure he’s home?” Fatima asks cur...

Fatima sighs as she flops backwards onto her bed at the temple, taking care of  baby succubuns was a bit exhausting but it was worth it.  Turning over in bed, she glances at her stuffed animals, grabbing a doll with long blonde hair and red eyes, holding it close as she strokes its hair, a warm smile spreading across her face, gently stroking its cheek. Sighing contently ...

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?” Ilar asks, wrapping his arms around Mimic’s waist, laying his chin on her shoulder as he holds her close; planting kisses along her shoulder. “I’m fine Ilar. You worry too much, beloved.” Mimic answered, reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek, gently running her thumb over it. “Besides, I have a suppressant on, remember? I’ll be perfectly fine.” ...

As Fatima’s relaxing on the couch with Frank and Robin, there’s a knock at her door.  “I wasn’t expecting anyone today…” She says, standing up and making her way over, opening to find a mail succubun holding a bouquet of flowers. “Good morning Ma’am! Is this the residence of one Fatima Fontaine?” The mailbun asks. ...

“No! Absolutely not! I refuse to even entertain the notion!” “Oh come on, Fatima! Can you stop being such a goody-two-shoes for once in your life?!” “Jackal, have you lost your mind!? I am ...

“There you are! What took you so long?” Jackal asks, arms crossed as she stared at Fatima with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Sorry but, I thought I would enlist some help.” She says, stepping aside as a brown and white splotched succubun stands behind her with two spirit motes hovering near her head. “Jackal, this is Mimic. Mimic, Jackal. She’s a friend ...

“So, how have things been with you and Velveteen?” Jackal asked, gently nudging Fatima, causing the poor girl to blush profusely. “It’s been going very well. Far better than I would’ve imagined honestly. I’m pretty happy with our arrangement.” “Murmur, I still can’t believ...

Fatima hummed softly as she stood in front of her mirror, straightening out her dress and putting on her nun’s veil when she heard a squeaky bark from beside her, looking down she saw her new Ribbow, Robin, staring up at her. “Good morning Robin! I’m afraid you can’t come with me today.” She says, bending down to pet the Imp’s head....

Fatima stood a few feet away from the confession booth, tail swaying as her face flashed with multiple emotions, brows furrowed in thought. ‘I wonder if this is a good idea. It has to be, right? I was told that confessions don’t have to be anything bad, they can be things you use to get things off your chest. But, do I need that right n...

“Checkmate.” Velveteen says, placing their chess piece down, taking a sip of their coffee. “What?! Again!?” Fatima exclaimed, groaning as she laid her forehead on the table. “How are you so good at Chess?! This isn’t fair at all!” ...