"let the flesh instruct the mind" while grabbing louis' ass and pulling him close while they're making hard eye contact was insane actually
they really did have another honeymoon phase in that month or so louis gave lestat all his heart and they lost themselves in each other completely. look at them. they want each other so bad it's SICKENING.........
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How each of them pin you against the wall:
Why is listening to psy songs giving me so much energy to draw something like this lol
Daddymare belongs to Jokublog
Killer belongs to RahafWabas
Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale
Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios
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Alright, we’ve crossed the line, this is officially also a Lycion stan account his concept is just too fucking ridiculous
Like hey check out this fucking furry, he kinned so hard it was literally illegal and got arrested because he refused to stop committing awoo crimes
I can’t not love him yer honour the bits write themselves
And he’s not even the scary dog of the group
Cithis is the scary dog, you all know it, Lycion’s the only tank in the mage brigade and STILL the soft boy
Show poodle ass werewolf
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Listen man I just gotta know how the ros dream of receiving love from mc. I wanna know what they stay up at night imagining with mc and their life together. I eat that shit up man
💀 you're the best. Thanks for the ask! Here's some daydreams the ro's keep for whenever their eyes slide closed:
Yor//Yana: the hunter sleeping in their cabin, beside them, and the whole place smells of fresh cedar wood, the fields whispering outside as they bend to the wind; to live simply, just the two of them, outside of the magnitude of responsibilities they have, to just be, within each other's orbit. To think of nothing but how fresh coffee smells, or how hunters breath feels on their skin, to just get to exist, free and floating like a cloud without anywhere to be. And maybe they would go to the market, and maybe they'd cook dinner together. Just a soft, quiet kind of love.
Auryn: There is a courtyard that is largely unknown, of an abandoned house on the outskirts of Riven east, where they would like to take the hunter. The skewed, rotten floors would creak as they led them through the house to get to it, hands softly clasped around hunters eyes and waist - and they would unveil a hidden world of rare frogs, plants and flowers that live around the neglected pool. They'd spend hours watching the life growing there, pointing and whispering, until voices grew husky and touch lingered longer than necessary - they'd fuck the hunter slowly, splayed out on the beautifully tiled floor around the pool, moss sticking to their skin.
Sene//Selene: dreams of bringing the hunter to Oakwerth as it once was, to see their life's work- to hopefully make the hunter proud of them. They'd lavish the hunter in expensive shopping, opera and theater, showing them off at dinners and balls before retiring to the clock tower they call home, and watch the sunrise together on the balcony overlooking all of Oakwerth, wrapped in each others arms, and perhaps a fine bottle of champagne.
Idren//Ida: they barely dare to think that far- to even have the hunter smile at them, laugh at their jokes, seems like dream enough. They imagine touch, sensation, more than anything; to just wake up and the first thing they feel is how hunter is wrapped around them, the weight of their leg on theirs. They quickly school those thoughts though, opting to treasure the real moments instead. Is hunter telling a story by the campfire? They won't tear their eyes away.
Oh, but a true, heart-cinching, silly dream of theirs- Id sitting against a tree-trunk, hunter settled between their legs and resting their head against Id's chest, the hunter opening a book and asking Id to read aloud.
You have to hold it, Id dreams of murmuring in their ear, dragging their fingertips up and down hunter's arms. If I am to hold you.
Leith//Custom: They just want to go back to how things were, in that run-down little cabin. They dream of painting a room together, chasing each other with paintbrushes until they are both covered in paint-streaks, or making clay pots together a la Ghost, or finally turning that bureau into something beautiful. They also dream of showing hunter what they have discovered, but I can't get into that here.
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Song lore time for You Belong to Me
So the Jo Stafford version came out in 1952, and it was a huge hit in the US and in the UK. Curt and Owen both would have known this song for sure. What we didn't realize when starting this project is that there is also a Patsy Cline version, and it was also a huge hit. It came out in 1962. One year after Curt kills Owen.
So in a timeline where You Belong to Me was their song, one year after Curt kills Owen, maybe he's in a bar somewhere and the Patsy Cline version of their song comes on. He's traveling to go takedown Chimera, and their song comes on. For six months or so, everywhere Curt goes, their song is playing on the radio.
Even the softest, coziest, most romantic curtwen fic we could possibly dream up somehow also has notes of tragedy in it
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