#logan 🔮

[bobbiedebruyn]

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[wishful-sinful-9]

Love the idea that Logan (with his healing factor and adamantium) thinks humans with no mutation are like… extremely fragile. Maybe even thinks they are sickly. When he’s not in a cage match he’s like, very lightly gripping ppls hands in a handshake. Gets very concerned if a human is left out in the elements for too long haha

I agree and I'm going to run with this concept a little bit here lmao

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I can imagine he's also never ever considered going out with one because he assumes they'd think he was some sort of animalistic freak.

so when he's at a bar, and this pretty non-mutant girl makes eye contact with him, he thinks oh shit.

he knows he's in trouble when you approach him, flashing him a coy smile and attempting some cliché line that tells him he's not just in trouble, he's in deep shit, because it's obvious you're not very experienced in this department. you flirt, and he half-heartedly tells you, “you don't want to get involved with me, kid.”

“I'm not a kid, and why do you think that, Logan?”

he meets your sparkling eyes, “because I'm a bad man.”

“How bad?”

“very, very bad.”

when you giggle at him he knows it's over.

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despite your enthusiasm, Logan wants to take it as slow as he can so as to give you as many opportunities to back out as possible. but when you're on your fourth date, having invited him round to watch a movie, and you're giving him this dangerously playful smile every two seconds...

he has you under him in the couch, crying as he grinds his cock into you, his dog tags dangling over your face.

you realise that he's trying to hold back - he's aware of his strength and nature and is afraid he'll hurt you. but your pawing at his biceps moaning for more.

then you do something that makes him stutter in his pace: you yank him down by his tags and give him a searing kiss, biting on his lower lip as you pull away. a little shocked, he blinks down at you as you whimper, “you're not going to break me, I can take it, Lo.”

he hesitates. then he lowers his lips to your ear, “promise you'll tell me to stop if I go too far.”

“I promise, baby.”

And suddenly, he's ramming into you at this toe-curling pace and grunting like an animal. you cum quickly, crying out and coating his cock with your release. but he shows no signs of stopping: tears of overstimulation stream down your cheeks as he reaches down between you, to the creamy mess of your cunt, and spreads the cum drooling out of you up to your clit, where he rubs tight circles. the sounds of him pounding into you and making a bigger mess of your fluids are beyond obscene, it would make you blush hard if you weren't already flushed from the pleasure.

you let him manhandle you into a variation of positions and pull another two orgasms from you until he groans, gripping the armrest above your head, the sudden sound of metal slicing the air making your eyes widen as his claws unsheath while he spills ropes of cum into you.

he pants, drawing them back in and looking down at you.

he's still fully seated inside when he grunts, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise they would-”

“it's okay,” you cut in, “it was hot.”

he blinks at your beaming face.

oh shit indeed.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

could you do yandere wolverine (haunted mansion AU) and teen reader, where reader finds out he is a ghost and freaks out? Also loving the ideas for this au they’re great!!! - 🐦‍⬛

Oooooo, that sounds fun! I think I know how to do this one! Let's do it-

You should have figured this out sooner.

A lot sooner, really.

An old, decrepit mansion in the middle of nowhere, with a full graveyard with enough headstones and mausoleums and graves that should have given you a clue. Even the people you met were weird, dressed in clothing from decades past in some cases, and who always seemed to be either burning cold or freezing hot...

And you'd only just found out that one of these people, one who you trusted and almost saw as a dad, was a ghost.

And he'd been dead for over a century.

You were, how to put this... Freaking the f*ck out.

"OhheavenfrickfrickfrickwhattheH*LL-!"

You weren't doing too well with the news. Neither was your friend/kinda-dad? who just walked in-

"Kid, pup, calm down, it's okay, it's okay," he tries, approaching you as though you're a wounded animal. Which you're not, but you're just as scared as one.

"I'VE BEEN IN A HAUNTED HOUSE! A HAUNTED HOUSE FULL OF GHOSTS! WHY WOULD I CALM DOWN?!"

You don't mean to yell, but you're crying, your shaking, and you're trying very hard to not throw up from all the anxiety you feel. Logan comes a little closer, and is soon pulling you into a firm hug, your face buried into his shirt as you cry. A cold hand is rubbing circles into your back, followed by soft humming. It takes awhile, but eventually, you're calm enough to pull back little.

"I'm- I'm s-sorry, I'm s-sorry," you sniffle, trying to dry your eyes. You feel bad, especially since Logan hasn't ever done anything to hurt you, and he's never gotten too mad before. You're just- you're shocked. And scared. And worried. And wondering if anything you said might have offended him, or the others.

"It's alright, pup. It's alright. This is probably a lot to take in, huh?" He's met with a small nod from you. "And you're not unwelcome here, kid. You're safe, okay? If we wanted you gone, we wouldn't have let you keep coming back. Now, would we?" You shake your head. "See? We like you, pup. We love you. Now, I know you're worried, it's only natural, but you won't be hurt, okay? Let's get you some rest, alright?" You let yourself be led to a room, where there's a bed covered in soft blankets, even a few furs, and feel yourself carefully pushed down until you're sitting amongst them.

"It's gonna be okay, pup. Just let me take care of everything, alright?"

You nod, and soon you're leaned backed, covered in the soft fabrics and furs, and you're tucked under the covers. As your eyes drift shut, you faintly hear thunder come from outside...

"Sleep tight, pup... Papa won't lose you again..."

[safetycar-restart]

Oscar deserves so much praise and reward for his performance today!

Thinking specifically about maybe his dom and Logan giving him a little bit of a private champagne shower, with him in just a white tshirt and briefs that end up see through and stuck to his skin. His dom and Logan just loading him up with praise for how well he drove and how good he looks for them now. Their dom watching on and giving instructions as Logan gets to tie Oscar up before using his mouth and cumming over his face adding to the mess and marking Oscar as their winner.

Not sure why, I just think that Oscar might enjoy some wet and messy sex as his reward for his fight today really.

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I LOVE THIS!!! I'm gonna do with the d/s au because we've spoken before about Oscar joining your and Logan's relationship in the d/s au and I think it fits so nicely.

So firstly, the moment Logan finds out where Oscar finished, he's already planning the celebration. Because deserves SO much. Once he's out the car and with you, he completely ignores you congratulating him for his race and instead starts to say that the two of you have to do something special for Oscar.

Which you agree to of course, he deserves it!!!

Oscar, of course, is super happy with the result. But I think he tries to tone it down with you and Logan at first? He knows Logan hasn't exactly had a great season so far and he doesn't want to rub his success in Logan's face.

Which is absolutely ridiculous because Logan is truly over the moon for Oscar!! Logan wants to shower Oscar in praise and kisses and make him cum so hard he can't see straight.

Also with messy scenes, I think it's not usually something Oscar is super into? As in, normally he's the first to request a shower after a scene because he hates being sticky. Logan, meanwhile, loves being absolutely filthy by the time a scene is over.

However, as it is clearly a special occasion, Oscar is willing to make an except. Especially when Logan offers him a champagne shower, because of course he wants that.

(Though Oscar insists on taking his collar off first because he refuses to get it all sticky)

You're pretty sure Logan enjoys it more than Oscar, and Logan makes damn sure that Oscar is absolutely soaked by the end.

All your praise has Oscar rock hard by the end, the outline of his cock clearly visible beneath his champagne soaked briefs. Logan, naturally, simply has to lick some champagne off Oscar's collarbone and you can literally see his dick twitch as Logan does it.

And Logan cumming all over Oscar? I think that might be Oscar's idea actually?

First Logan makes Oscar cum with his mouth while you let Oscar give you head, because Oscar absolutely deserves to cum first. Then your plan was to give Logan a handjob and let Oscar watch.

But then Oscar sees you take logan's cock out of his boxers and suddenly Oscar is whining and mumbling "on me, wanna be marked"

Logan very nearly cums the moment he processes Oscar request... because Oscar... Oscar wants his cum mixed with the champagne that's all over him?

Logan.exe is down for maintenance.

So needless to say, Oscar is a sight when it's all over, covered in cum and champagne and as happy as can be.

[thedeadthree]

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MISUNDERSTOOD VILLAIN

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

DESPERATE NARRATOR

this story is a cycle, and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat. you know how this story ends. after all, you've told it a thousand times. but you try to change it every time. you love the people in this story more than anything. so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe. but all you can do is tell the story── their story── with tears in your eyes. you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness. you have so much love in your heart, and for once you wish it would change something. it didn't. it doesn't. it won't. but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it. in this way, no one is stronger than you. you just wish being strong hurt less.

UNASSUMING EXTRA

you had maybe 3 lines but you will forever own my heart. you play a very minor role, one often forgotten about (not by me tho bby, i'll love you forever). however, your significance in the story is pretty big. something about you propels the story forward in a way no one else can do. you tend to blend into the background, and you probably like it that way. you want a simple life, free from the drama of the main characters. unfortunately, your story is almost always cut short. your role is usually a death that kickstarts the plot. going unnoticed did not save you, but it probably did bring you some peace of mind.

TORTURED LOVE INTEREST

you're so hot. sorry about the horrors. you're the kind of person people immediately notice. whether you have a distinct style, are more outgoing, or are just plain beautiful, you make an impression. people usually feel the need to protect you, which probably frustrates you to no end. you're not weak! you're not fragile! you're not helpless! but the people in your life tend to disagree. maybe it's your lover, the protagonist, trying to keep you out of their own turmoil. maybe it's someone responsible for you in some way, keeping you away from your lover, while they head down an increasingly dark path. regardless, all you really want is a sense of autonomy! unfortunately, you're very likely to die before that happens. the audience will be so caught up in the grief your death causes the protagonist that they forget to grieve you as a person. you deserved better, but unfortunately this is not your story. maybe it should have been.

SWEET SUPPORTING CHARACTER

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

BOLD PROTAGONIST

you're the star of the show, baby! and boy does that come with a lot of emotional turmoil. you have a seemingly endless supply of determination. whether you have a lot of goals, or one big one, you're constantly working towards it. you're pretty restless, and struggle with imposter syndrome and generally feeling like you should be doing more. your insecurity might not be immediately obvious to others, however, as you come across as very strong and bold. vulnerability is not your strong suit, and that's likely to be your downfall. if only you had just let people in, and asked for help... well, maybe this was always gonna be a tragedy.

[amokamokamokk]

closed starter @mrkachow​ location: ketcham park

Sarah hadn’t really explored Amity Park much. She wasn’t really a fan of the city because she didn’t really understand it much. The loud noises and constant flow of people had her screaming in surprise too much and she was sure people were staring at her like she was a crazy person. She wished her sisters were there so she could have a moment to breathe. All she felt was a little frightened in not the fun way and ready to go out fighting. She somehow made her way to the park and she sat on a bench to catch her breath. As she stared out at the children playing in the park a new wave of sadness hit her. Oh she did miss the luring children to their doom. It was her only job and her best job. She had just about tortured herself enough in the wretched city and was ready to get up when a man sat next to her. He was rather handsome and she wanted nothing more than to take him home and play with him, but everything else had left a sour taste in her mouth. She couldn’t even find it in her to do that. “I am sorry, handsome stranger, but I cannot indulge in the games today. My day has been too troubled.”

[shamelessly-obsessed]

Just thought I’d make a pinned post of a collection of my favourite pieces I’ve done since I post for various fandoms on this account ☺️

Some of my fandom playlists:

[1onelypoet]

stuck by the glue pt2 || op81 smau

a/n: pt2 omggg thanks for all the love on pt1 🩷

singer!reader

warnings: some slutshaming and cursing

fc: beabadoobe

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oscarpiastri Tough weekend, but we still snagged a good old P🖐

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mclaren Making us proud 🧡🧡

box.dr3.box the emoji use in the caption is so millennial coded im crying

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f1gossip Oscar Piastri was spotted kissing a mystery girl last night in Liège, Belgium. Many are wondering who his partner is, but as of right now, there is no information on Mrs. Piastri.

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oscarpiastri Unforgettable day 🧡

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[hughiecampbelle]

Waves Pt. 2 (Kendall Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,447

Inspired By: All Things End by Hozier

Requested: Kendall Roy one shot pls 😩🙏🏼🙏🏼 I’m begging on my knees. My heart wants some major break up angst with Kendall. Prompt : “this isn’t working” - anon

Requested: Part 2 of waves with Kendall ? I don’t even have a prompt but I need to know what happens next? Like if there’s a reconciliation or break up😭🙏🏼 does Kendall find reader and make up or does it end in permanent heart break? I have so many questions ❤️🙏🏼 - anon

A/N: My loves!!!! I can only hope this is as good as part one, I'm a little nervous I used up all my writing ability on that fic lol. I also hope I've made it angsty enough!!! My absolute favorite thing is to write the crumbling of a relationship. It's real and raw and idk, I just love how complicated it can all get :) Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

REQUESTS ARE OPEN 🔮 / Waves Pt. 1

His hair is still damp and sticking to the pillow when he feels your body beside his. It’s been hours. The city lights glitter against the vast darkness of the night sky. You’re high enough to touch the stars. He must’ve fallen asleep: he hadn’t heard you come in. He is still, though, frozen against the sheets, holding his breath. It is an eternity before you say something. In these moments he has no idea what you’re thinking, only that your thoughts are howling in a language he can’t decipher. Your mother tongue, one long dead to men like him. Back to back, your spines kissing. He hopes, foolishly, the vertebrae will become knotted, intertwined, and he will never have to fear another moment without you. You will live as a singular monstrous creature. People will laugh and stare, but it will be the fullest extent of devotion. He wants to turn to you, express this innate want, but he understands even the smallest touch will leave you wounded. Flinching. There is little left of him that can stomach you becoming repelled by him, disgusted even. He is laying on thin ice. One wrong word, move, one false breath, and he will fall through. Perhaps it’ll be a welcomed feeling: the frozen sensation is all-encompassing. It will cradle him, swaddle him. It will pool in his lungs. He will gasp and choke until he is too weak too fight. He will reach for you, but your back is to him. You never heard the ice crack. 

Your bed, the mattress, has become home to something bleak and starving: it is eager to tear you apart, limb by limb, until there is nothing left. It sleeps soundly in moments like this. It has for a long time. He has tried not to think about it, give it attention. He has tried ignoring it, but it is harsh and spiky and it presses into him. Rips his skin open. A barrier between you, a wall, a gap. Another body keeping him from you. His father. If not his father, his siblings. If not them, then this creature. If not it, then himself. He has no one else to blame. It certainly isn’t your fault. This, at least, he can admit to. Delicately, he maneuvers himself so that he is facing the back of you. Your outline illuminated by the moon. How easy it would be to wrap his arms around you. How easy it would be to nuzzle his face into your neck. How easy it would be to fall back into place. He refrains from doing so. Heat radiates from your skin. Your warmth, physically and emotionally, had always drawn him close. You are the sun and by god, he will be your Icarus. It leaves him melted, a puddle of himself. He watches as your breathe, body rising and falling. They are not deep. You’re still awake. He opens his mouth only to close it. The silence he can live with. It’s what you’ll say next that might kill him. 

Kendall is reminded of all the nights you have survived together. Like tonight, they are wordless. Undressing easily, thoughtlessly. It’s the time of day you loved most. He’d come home to you, he would finally belong to you. He’d see you before a shower, smelling of cologne and sweat and fabric softener. Kiss your head before disappearing, not for long, and reappear clean. The soap scent would embed itself into your sheets, into you. One of you would make the journey across the bed, rest their head on the others chest, listen to a heartbeat they swore was their own. He’d go on about his day, his blood, but all you could hear was the steady beat of his heart. A series of sounds. A song, perhaps. You’d make all the right noises, all the right movements, but none of it could compete. Now his heart pulses out of his chest, rapid, fluttery, scared. It pounds and screams and there is little can do to tame it. Tame himself. The realization that he has ruined everything is neither new nor astounding. It seems this feeling has lasted a lifetime. Beyond that. It will out live him. His words fall feverishly from his mouth. He’s always saying the wrong thing, the worst thing, and he cannot stop himself. He has tried. So he doesn’t talk. He doesn’t say anything now. Is it better to speak or to die? To die, he decides, and he knows he could never take it back. To die. 

There is too much to repair. His words, his actions, there is too much bleeding. There is too much gore. You are hemorrhaging out before him and he can do nothing but lay very still and pretend it isn’t happening. You’re holding your insides, wrapping them in your arms like a child. These moments are becoming more frequent: the internal gratitude you have not brought children into this. You wanted them, many, and he did, too. But where was the time? The patience? Where was the love you could show them so that they might one day go on and find their person? It’s easier this way: the disintegration of a partner hood, a couple, than a family. You’re not sure you would. You’re not sure you could. You’d always imagined your child, children, with his eyes. Facing them, a second time, saying what you’re thinking, hazel and rich and so ashamed, would devastate you. Your perfect white carpet will be stained. So will your hands, under your fingernails. It drips from your mouth, the red, and it is all you can taste. Iron. Platelets. Plasma. Cell by cell, the seams fall apart. 

Your thoughts are strung together, knotted. There is so much to say and so little time. Soon, the sun will make her way across your skyline. You will have to look at him. You will have to face him. Quietly, though loud enough for him to hear, to understand, you let out three words. Behind you, he stops breathing. This is it, you think. To call it. A small piece of you fights back, kicking and screaming. It is desperate. It is in agony. Take it back! Take it all back! Please! It sobs into you, a bloom of despair spreading out from the middle of your chest. You have no one to hold you and so, you must do it yourself. This act is not lost on him. You pull further away from him, your arms tight around you. Once, not long ago, it would have been his skin you would have felt instead of your own. Sometime between then and now he regains the ability to mechanically gasp for air. In and out, exhale, inhale. It shouldn’t be, but it is: a slap to the face, stinging, his skin red. Something innate in him knows this is it. Shallow versions of himself laugh, they become hysterical. After all these years, your marriage ends one insignificant Wednesday morning. It’s not insignificant, though. He knows you would point this out, he knows you would be right. It’s not just now. It was your entire relationship. A begging, a cry, he had grown so used to he no longer heard it. This isn’t working. There is no fight left in him. Okay.  Time of death: 4:39. There are no monitors, there is nothing left keeping this relationship alive. Okay, he says again, and you understand what he means. Everything he’s ever needed to say, to apologize for, encased in that single word. He is not accepting it because he wants to. He wants to perform CPR, break a few ribs. He wants to revive this marriage, keep it alive by tube. But he loves you. He loves you and he cannot do that you. Trap you like that. So he lets it go. He lets you go. You should find someone better than him, his family. You will. That love will not be as painful as this love was. It will be easier. They will cherish you like he should have. For now though, he is thankful for your warmth. Your body beside his. The sun will rise and you will leave and he will be all alone, but now, while the stars sing, he can pretend for a little while longer. Everything will be okay. It will be okay and you’ll find happiness and he will too, knowing he can’t hurt you anymore. He can be content with this. Without you. You have already given him so much of your time. It’s selfish of him to ask for a second more.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ft count dracula lucius malfoy x human reader.

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ft werewolf logan howlett x omega reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 ft bigfoot kraven kravinoff x clueless reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 ft demon jefferson x huntress reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ft grim reaper morticia addams x naive reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 ft death ichabod crane x innocent reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ft scarecrow sweeney todd x oblivious reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 ft devil klaus mikaelson x purely sinful reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 ft ghost captain jack sparrow x lost reader.

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𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 ft black widow spider jane smith x clumsy reader.

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𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 ft ogre curtis everett x dumb reader.

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𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 ft minotaur sam wilson x astray reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ft clown damon salvatore x birthday girl reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft frankenstein bucky barnes, frankenstein’s monster edward scissorhands x indecisive reader.

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𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 ft wizard maxwell sheffield x student reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 ft witch santana lopez x victim reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 ft siren rosalie hale x entranced reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏- 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ft the mummy lara croft x explorer reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ft the invisible man geralt of rivia x unaware reader.

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ft the wolfman henry cavill x priest's daughter reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft black lagoon creature shane walsh x swimmer reader.

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𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft beetlejuice robert ‘mr freezy’ pronge x troubled reader.

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[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🔮 Good afternoon, my bookish bats. I hope you've had an enchanting, spell-binding October so far. If you want to add a little more magic to your TBR, consider these witchlit books featuring sapphic witches and other mystical beings!

🔮 The Scapegracers by Hannah Abigail Clarke 🪄 Payback's a Witch by Lana Harper 🔮 These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling 🪄 Sweet & Bitter Magic by Adrienne Tooley 🔮 The Midnight Girls by Alicia Jasinska 🪄 Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women & Witchcraft

🔮 Now She Is Witch by Kirsty Logan 🪄 The Dark Tide by Alicia Jasinska 🔮 The Circle by M. Strandberg & S.B. Elfgren 🪄 The Witch and the Vampire by Francesca Flores 🔮 The Shadow Cabinet by Juno Dawson 🪄 Elysium Girls by Kate Pentecost

🔮 Edie in Between by Laura Sibson 🪄 When We Were Magic by Sarah Gailey 🔮 Marvel's The Runaways 🪄 Her Majesty's Royal Coven by Juno Dawson 🔮 Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall 🪄 Buffy the Vampire Slayer Willow & Tara

🔮 All the Bad Apples by Moïra Fowley-Doyle 🪄 The Severed Thread by Leslie Vedder 🔮 The Lost Coast by A.R. Capetta 🪄 Romancing a Gorgon by Tallie Rose 🔮 Improbable Magic for Cynical Witches by Kate Scelsa 🪄 The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow

🔮 Not Your Average Love Spell by Barbara Ann Wright 🪄 The Sting of Victory by S.D. Simper 🔮 Summer of Salt by Katrina Leno 🪄 The Reluctant Witch by Kristen S. Walker 🔮 Witching Moon by Poppy Woods 🪄 Keep Your Witches Close by Colette Rivera

🔮 Walking Through Shadows by Sheri Lewis Wohl 🪄 Spellbook of the Lost and Found by Moïra Fowley-Doyle 🔮 Out of Salem by Hal Schrieve 🪄 Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker & Wendy Xu

[bobbiedebruyn]

i have to ask, have you listened to the albums? if so which one is your favorite? and what’s your top five songs???

i diiiiid! faith in the future is my favorite. as for the top five? i don't have a top yet but i can name you the songs in the random order. holding on to heartache (one of my faves), that's the way love goes, face the music, all this time, written all over your face, saturdays. hehe

[wishful-sinful-9]

Could I request some lumberjack Logan? Wolverine Origins movie was inspired to have a 1970s Logan lumberjack in the Canadian Rockies

I've been eyeing up this request since I received it so here's some thoughts I have 👀

You're working in a diner in this little town, earning barely enough to afford rent for the tiny apartment you live in where nothing stays unbroken for long. Nevertheless, the view of the mountains is breathtaking, the air fresh, the people friendly.

Then, one morning, Logan steps through the door.

He's all thick dark hair, muscles bulging through the sleeves of his flannel shirt, eyes intense and trained on you.

You ask him if he'd like a menu, flushing as you can't quite meet his gaze. He declines, asks for a simple black coffee.

As you dart off to fetch a fresh pot, he wonders how the hell he'd lived this long around this tiny town and managed to miss you. Smiling at your regulars, playing The Beatles on the jukebox, humming along as you serve customers.

Logan begins to come to the diner nearly every morning.

You start chatting, getting to know eachother, and you let slip your sink is broken. Logan grunts, "I'll fix it." And ignores when you insist it's a non-issue.

You put on your Joan Baez record and drink a beer on your couch, squirming a little at the idea of a man being in your space.

"Fixed," Logan states, picking up his jacket. You insist he stays for dinner.

When he leaves, he tells you to let him know when something else breaks, so you do.

You now have a handy man who only accepts home-cooked meals as repayment for his services. You wonder if you should be weary of this gruff, grumbling, cigar-smoking, emotionally distant man who shows up at your door in under ten minutes when you call. But somehow you aren't.

You go on a walk one day and pass the site Logan works on. It's a hot August day, so he's wearing a white tank top - you spot him through the trees, a light sheen of sweat on his skin, the muscles in his back and arm working in such a way it makes your entire body flush hot.

When he catches sight of you on the path, he sets down his axe and trudges towards you, much to your horror. Oh god, he must have seen you staring!

He looms over you, face expressionless. Your knees feel weak.

"I noticed a fault in your plumbing. I'll come by later to fix it." he simply says.

"Okay," you squeak.

When he returns to his work, you having hurried on down the path, he is greeted by the grinning faces of his coworkers.

"Who was that?" "Didn't know you had someone at home, Logan!" "Lucky man, did you see her ti-"

"Shut it." he barks, and picks up his axe.

He tries his best not to think about how good you looked in that little sundress of yours.

Think I'm going to expand on this more!! If anyone has any ideas/thoughts abt lumberjack!logan feel free to drop them in my ask box ;)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Haunted Mansion Au. With Yandere Wolverine and runaway teen reader

Oooooo... (May I call you Ghost Anon?) Yeah, none of the ghosts like when their favorite (and only) teen groundskeeper leaves. They didn't think them running away was a possibility, either. Ghost Dad-Verine is not gonna be happy. That being said, we're doing it anyway:

The ground was slick with wet leaves and thick mud as you ran, sliding in the muck underfoot as you fled from the mansion grounds.

You had been the groundskeeper the last few months (it had been about half a year), and you'd befriended (stayed polite to) a few odd people. They dressed like they were from a different time period, appeared in odd places without making a sound, and their names matched some of the names etched on the tombstones and gravemarkers in the mansion graveyard. You'd cleaned them up, placed fresh flowers, rinsed and scrubbed away mud and slimy rot. You'd even said a small prayer or blessing over them, even if you weren't religious or were from different faiths and religions.

You should have guessed (it was obvious, looking back at it) that the people you had met were ghosts. More specifically, the ghosts oof the people laid to rest in the graveyard. And there was one in particular who was after you, seeing as he was the one who caught you leaving your notice behind as you were leaving.

"Kid! Get back here! We can talk about this!" yells Logan, otherwise known as James "Jimmy" Logan-Howlett, a man who served in the military and was known to be an avid hunter and skilled fighter. His tombstone had been commissioned by his older brother, who'd fallen into grief and insanity after his younger brother had died. It had read something like:

Here lies Jimmy, short and stout

Brother and friend when you're without

Survived the worst yet all in vain

For he fell by venom, going in pain

Suffice to say, both of them had trauma, a hatred of snakes, and were insane over the fact you were trying to leave, never to return. You figured it was because he was scared you'd die, hoping if he saw you at all times that maybe you'd survive. Maybe he was scared you die somewhere and wouldn't end up a ghost at the mansion, where he resided. Or maybe he'd just always been crazy and beyond raving mad.

"Kid! Come out, NOW! You don't want to make me come in there after you... You don't want to do this. Do you? Don't leave me! Don't- There's snakes- vipers- rattlers- They'll kill you!" he screams, and you hear the rain come down harder, nearly blinding you as you duck down into the bushes between the graveyard and woods...

"Come on out. It's just me, kid. Woukd I steer you wrong?"

"Answer me! It's not safe to be out there!"

"... Kid..."

You almost breathe a sigh of relief when it's been quiet for over an hour, only the rain and wind howling and pounding being heard for miles...

Hissssss...

You go still, slowly turning your head to side.

And there, only a few feet away from you, is a snake. You look carefully at its face, then stop breathing.

It has pits on its face...

A loud cry tears from your throat as you bolt up, tripping backwards as you fumble out of the bushes-

Only for strong, cold arms to wrap under your pits, dragging you up and against Logan, who's face is unreadable.

"..."

Finally, he says something...

"You could've died..."

You shake, eyes darting over his form then down to the bushes and back to him. You aren't sure what to say. You aren't even sure you CAN say anything.

"Ypu could have DIED! WE are going back, and YOU are staying inside! Do NOT try to leave again, or I will tie you to the couch and force you to stay still," he growls, dragging you with him, through the graveyard and winding gravel paths, right back into the old decrepit halls of the manor, depositing you in front of a large fireplace and soon starting a fire inside. A cup of tea is shoved firmly into your wobbling hands, causing you to look up.

"Drink it," Logan orders, using his own freezing hands to steady yours, forcing the cup up towards your lips. Your chattering lips open, taking a small, trembling sip. "ALL of it." You shakily down the cup, and once done, Logan take its, setting it down on a lounge table. Your vision starts to fuzz around the edges, causing you to speak up.

"Log'n... wha' di y' gi'v m..?"

Your voice starts slurring a little, soon turning into a mumble. The older man- ghost- shushes you, soon wandering off. A few moments pass, all you can focus on being your blurring vision and the roaring crackle of the fire... Something thick and wooly falls across you, making you force your eyes to stay open.

"It's a blanket, kid. You need to get warm, and I can't trust you to do that on your own, so your taking a nap while we set up a room for you," Logan explains. You try to say something, but your mouth can't form the words. Your eyes soon slip into slits, in turn closing against your will. A tired murmur hums from your mouth, but all that earns is a chilly hand on your head.

"Get some rest, kid... See ya in the morning," Logan quietly whispers, then you feel something cold pressed to your forehead... The darkness seeps in... And your conscious seeps out...

Leaving a tired teen sleeping in a manor, set in front of a burning fireplace, a tainted teacup sitting on the table nearby... And a ghost watching over them, humming soothingly as they read a book next to them, close by in case they need him...

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Random Update

TW slight suggestive pictures [??]

🍷: Shower after a good workout~ *grins* opening the cafe later, might close early. Want to work on a car I started fixing.

♥️: I’m so cute 🥰 I love these pants…and the collar~

💀: First stop shopping for groceries, potion ingredients and set some extra things for his heat. Second stop getting a tattoo or two retouched~

🌪️: Jay got me a new heat buddy 🥺 *cuddles the plushie* he’s so cute!

✨: I want a new tattoo- I got some retouched but I want a new one

🎐: Is this good for my shift at the club or should I change? *he looks himself over in the mirror*

💘: I’m my both my babies queen 🥰

❣️: This is for a photoshoot but I’m definitely the king 😌

🎧: Ares took a picture of me in the most unflattering moment 🙄

🗡️: I luv these fishbowl pictures, I look so hot~

⚰️: ‘I got all my piercings in, it’s been a while. I’m going to make a quick visit to Egypt but I can’t find my mask.’

☔️: I let Ace dress me and I don’t fully hate it-

🫐: Hel and Hecate decided I needed a break and now I’m in a stupid pool 😐

🪦: Finally got Hades to relax! Now it’s our time to take a break too 🥰

🔮: *shy giggle* ☺️

🍹: I tried something new with my makeup, blue does look nice?

🐍: I’m boredddd someone come entertain me! Any kind of entertainment is welcomed *grins*

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Thank you all for 100 followers!! It means the world to me <3 Anyways heres my little celebration! It's not much but I hope you all like it :)

💜 - Send me a heart + a prompt for a small drabble with Leopold, Eddie, or Logan (Worst!Logan or og X-Men Logan please specifiy). I will accept NSFW prompts but I please ask that you are over 18.

🔮 - Send me a crystal ball + your ideal date and I'll ship you with a Hugh Character!

🍇- Send me a grape + a link to your fic or your favorite fic and we can gush about it

Okay that's all I really have for right now lol, This will be open all week so please send in as many asks as you like :)