#this is obvs going in a muse page

[glaciescustodia]

Identification - Alokvuvur

Translate to - Arise (Alok) Dawn (Vu) Valor (Vur)

Alt Name - Kanyisa (name; 'giving light to the future', 'to illuminate')

Age - 1600 yrs old

Faceclaims - Various orange skinned dragon, Chalce (Pokemon Horizon)

Affiliations - Natlan, the Ancient Dragons, Children of Echoes, Natlan's Tribes, etc.

Species - Dragon

Classes - Champion level dragon, Veteran dragon mage

Profession - Smelter operator, Smith

Ancient Name - Ushujaa (trs to; valiance)

Abilities

Elemental Magic

Geological expert

Nightsoul Blessing

Smithing/Crafting (metals mostly)

Headcanons

Like all dragons & as per Mavuika's plans, Alokvuvur went into hiding, therefore stopping her smelting business and sealed off the place before waiting for the right moment the dragons would be able to come out as per intended promise to only act once war truly rages on.

Though unusual and that she still had the choice to decline something as special as an Ancient Name, to a mighty dragon no less, she accepted instead and never really became at odds with her brethrens.

Because of said profession and general expertise, among other factors, she has ties with the Children of Echoes and several Natlanian characters (namely Xilonen and Kinich, mine preferably)

However, it does not means Alokvuvur lives there, for it is far too cramped for the dragoness. Instead her smelter business and house by extension, is off the coast, with a view of the sea & the People of the Springs.

Generally, she sleeps outside while in dragon form and due to not needing human luxuries & so forth, her hut is about the same size as found in Gandharva Ville.

Despite where her business is located, she gets plenty of work going, especially with the War's aftermath.

Her Nightsoul Blessing skill is not too different from Tepetlisaurus but she certainly leaves behind bigger tunnels for traversal and sometimes; mining operations.

Alokvuvur personality is of the laidback kind but in no way does this make her any less terrifying.

To the eyes of the people of Natlan, she is, by default, venerated and feared, being a dragon and all. Still, Kanyisa is more approachable than the other way around.

As it stands, this ancient dragon may not have been around in the dragons era and less older than some others. Albeit, she is much older than Feykrokiin is.

Alokvuvur has been in the smelting business about 1200 years ago and the only time she did have to stop was a few years during the Traveler's adventures. (pretty much a good 4 years at best)

As an OOC note, i will be using her actual name and alt name during threads so please make note that this is still the same character you are talking to.

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MUSE [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x reader

summary: Logan would never admit it to anyone, but over the course of his long life he has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. He hasn’t done it in years, maybe even decades, but he’s struck by inspiration when he meets you. Of course, no one can know that Wolverine draws, so he does it in the dead of night, sliding anonymous envelopes with the finished drawings of you under your door. When he sees how much you love them, he wonders if you could also love the person behind them. 

warnings: smut 18+ but with an actual plot for once (brief m masturbation, oral f and m rec, unprotected piv sex, kind of accidental (but consensual obv) facial; pet names: bub, baby, good girl, princess), soft!Logan but he won’t admit it, also soft!reader, fluff (although the summary makes it sounds a bit more dramatic than it is tbh), implication that reader has curly hair, implied mutant/X-men!reader, (obviously the pic doesn’t represent the envelopes Logan uses lol he’s not doing all that)

word count: 7.3k

also i feel the need to say something about the fact that it’s Hugh Jackman’s birthday today lol so uh thanks for being huge jacked man and for giving us our Logan yay <3 | gorgeous divider by @plutism

It’s everything Logan is the opposite of – he would never tell a soul – but over the course of his long life, Logan has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. It’s not really him, but he did have a phase or two.

When he meets you, he hasn’t even thought of picking up a pencil in years. Ever since you’ve been at the mansion though, Logan’s fingertips twitch with the urge to start sketching your features every time he’s with you. It gets hard to ignore after a few days.

He waits until he’s known you a few weeks, there’s no way in hell he’d ask if he could draw you. He’d probably embarrass you by asking, and embarrass himself by admitting he’s into fucking art. That’s not him. 

Except, well, sometimes it is, when he’s inspired. And you’re nothing if not inspiring. 

He gives in to the urge to get out pencil and paper again, waiting until everyone else has gone to sleep. The first few drawings are shit, he feels like they’re almost an insult to you. It’s not that he’s accidentally drawing you ugly, it just doesn’t look like you. So he practises. 

Logan Howlett sits down at night to practise drawing. 

He picks out a few other things to draw then, to ease the pressure that comes with drawing the woman he… is friends with. Yeah, you’re a friend. And he totally knows that you’d never go for someone as rugged as him, that’s for sure. You deserve much more. So much more. 

But after a few nights he feels more confident in his drawing skills again, but still, as much as he can picture you in his mind – he can do that absolutely perfectly – he’s not too sure he could really draw you accurately.

So he gets Rogue to show him how goddamn fucking Instagram works so that he can look at some of your pictures and use them as a model. 

He doesn’t know what you’re doing to him; you’ve got him using social media.

He can’t believe it, but the first time he seriously attempts to draw you, it’s perfect. It’s a small drawing, not even as big as his palm, capturing your gorgeous face. He thinks of adding another few lines to your eyebrows, or to your hair or another small one to the outline of your lips, but he doesn’t want to mess with it. 

Logan hates how drawing makes him overthink, but he loves how it feels to create something other than violence with his hands for once – something that may even be the opposite. 

He hides the drawing in between the pages of a book, and hides the book under a pile of random clutter on his desk that not even he would normally spare a glance at. But when he lies down to go to sleep, he gets all the stuff out again and gets out the drawing. He wants to see it again. And he can’t leave it there anyway, what if the pressure from all the items on top of it smudges it? 

But he doesn’t know what else to do with it. He can’t really have a drawing of you sitting in his room. What if someone sees? Then what is he gonna do with it instead? 

He finally lets himself think the thought that’s politely been waiting to be allowed into his brain from the moment he decided he might take up drawing again. 

He could give it to you. 

Logan knows his drawing isn’t objectively a masterpiece, but if he’s proud of it he has to acknowledge that that probably means it’s at least decent. And you’re definitely the type of person to appreciate something like this. It’s weird admitting to himself that he’s even proud of what he’s drawn; he’s done so much in this world, who cares about a little drawing? 

The only thing is that Logan isn’t sure if he’s ready for anyone to see this side of him. To see the side that has him staying up until 3AM to finely trace the lines of someone’s eyelashes and cheekbones and lips, the side that makes him feel calm inside. 

He knows it’s stupid to hide but he just can’t. He decides he’ll leave the drawing in your room in an envelope, maybe a pink one to show you it’s not a creepy threat but meant as a sign of adoration, from someone who couldn’t resist but try to recreate your beauty. He won’t write his name on it, he just wants you to have it. 

Sappy motherfucker. 

He puts the small drawing back into the book and carefully pushes it between his mattress and the bedframe to protect it during the night. God, who even is he – protecting a tiny piece of paper? He groans at himself as he turns around to go to sleep. 

He dreams of making a thousand drawings of you, with you as his live model. His muse. 

You’re his girlfriend in his dream, he thinks. 

He’s sitting in a chair in your room, drawing you as you tell him about your day. You’re lying on your bed on your tummy, elbows propped up to support your head. You’re gently kicking your feet in the air behind you, wearing nothing but a t-shirt of Logan’s, some silly graphic socks, panties with little cherries on them, and a bright, bashful smile as Logan attempts to capture your glowing features in a sketch block he’s dedicated to drawings of you. 

He wakes up with morning wood. 

Logan is no stranger to jerking off with you on his mind, so he spits in his hand and slips it beneath his boxers, stroking himself as he thinks of you. He imagines you on top of him as he jerks his cock, imagines you under him, or with your legs around his head, or you between his knees on the floor. He cums quickly and hard, leaving his boxers wet and sticky.

He goes for a run after he’s dealt with it and picks up an envelope on his way. He’s doubting himself but he knows he has to just do it. He’d doubt himself even more if he pussied out – a grown man who can’t even slide an envelope under someone’s door. 

So Logan mans up and, like an idiot, kisses the fucking drawing before he puts it into the envelope. He licks the edges of it to close it and writes your name in the most anonymous handwriting he can muster and adds a little heart. 

It’s soo stupid. 

He makes sure no one is anywhere near your bedroom, walks up to your door, and slides the envelope underneath. Except he didn’t check if you were in your room. As soon as the envelope disappears beneath your door, he hears a short creak from your bed and your soft footsteps. 

He hears the small and adorable noise of curiosity you let out – a confused hm? – and then he quickly and quietly makes his way down the hallway. He hears your voice about ten seconds later, an intrigued hello? as you open the door, but you don’t investigate further, closing the door behind you. 

Logan’s heart is beating so fast. He’s never doing this shit again. 

He’s antsy all day, waiting for some type of reaction from you. Except you don’t know that the drawing is from him so he’s probably not even getting one, and he can’t conspicuously come to your room the same day you receive an anonymous drawing of yourself. 

It’s also when the insecurity settles in. Maybe he should have added a few more lines or started the entire drawing anew. Who does he think he is pretending to be an artist? 

He shakes those thoughts off as he starts training with the punching bag in the gym. It’s not something that he necessarily needs to train, but it gets rid of some of that pointless energy. This isn’t him, worried about some lines he drew on a piece of paper – a scrap of a paper, really. Who cares about something like that? Certainly not him. 

He sleeps dreamlessly and wakes up the next day disappointed that he didn’t get to dream about being your boyfriend again. God, what are you doing to him? Making him think about being boyfriend and girlfriend. He’s pathetic. You’re a friend and nothing more, and that’s fine. You probably don’t like him like that and he can deal with that.

-

He’s not even thinking of the drawing anymore, truly, when he walks into the kitchen the next morning. It only comes to mind when he sees you, alone in the kitchen, leaning over the counter to scroll on your phone, your weird green coffee (“it’s Matcha, Logan”) next to you as you stir it mindlessly with a metal straw. 

“Hi,” you look up with one of those sweet smiles of yours, but redirect your attention to your phone. 

At least you don’t immediately say something like hey, you know that drawing you slid under my door? It was so ugly I threw it away. Since when do you even draw? 

Not that he was worried you would or anything. He hasn’t been thinking about it. Obviously. Why would he? And he knows you would never expect that it’s him; that’s the only reason he did it. He never would have given you the drawing if he thought you could have even the slightest inkling that Logan would be someone who draws. But he still wants to know what you think of it. 

“You want some toast too?” You ask, putting your phone down and turning to get some bread. He sits down at the other side of the kitchen counter and as his eyes flicker to your green drink (he still doesn’t get it), he sees it. 

“Is that–” my drawing, he almost said, “What is that?” He pretends to be confused, drawing his eyebrows together, trying his best to look inquisitive, “No toast by the way, thanks.” 

You have one of those clear phone cases, filled with a bunch of tiny pictures and stickers (and is that your credit card?). But wedged in front of all of those is Logan’s drawing. 

“Did you draw it?” He asks. 

You turn around, giggling, “No, I don’t draw. And anyway, I wouldn’t be drawing pictures of myself. I got it in an envelope under my door yesterday, photocopied it because I was scared it would bend in my phone case. I don’t know who drew it.” 

“Secret admirer?” 

Smiling, you say, “I don’t know. I won’t get my hopes up. But the person must definitely be fond of me to draw me like that.” 

“Like what?” He asks, unsure if he’s about to be offended. 

“I don’t know, just, so beautiful. I’m not saying I’m not pretty or anything, but this looks… I don’t look like that. I wish I did. I can’t believe someone actually sees me like that. It’s stupid but I….” You trail off and, conveniently, the toast is done at the same time and you move on to that. 

But Logan won’t let you, “What’s stupid?” 

You turn towards him with a shy smile, “I’m embarrassed.”

Logan stays silent. He can’t seem too pushy and draw attention to himself, but his silence makes you confess.

“I cried when I first saw it yesterday. It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten. And it’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received, for someone to perceive me in such an artistic way.” 

Logan makes a noise of satisfaction and smiles, asking you to pass your phone so he can look at it more – pretending it’s his first time seeing it. If you think that way about it, maybe the three more lines he was going to add aren’t that important after all. 

The problem is that it makes him want to draw more, his stupid heart melting at your reaction to something he made– no, created. 

-

After a week, he figures he has to give in. Drawing another picture of you is on his mind twenty-four seven. 

It doesn’t help that he still catches you staring at the copy of it in your phone case lovingly more than once a day and you’ve put the original drawing in a special little frame on your nightstand. He thinks he’s sappy for drawing it but he doesn’t think the same of you for enjoying the drawing. 

This is for you. It’s not about him. He’s not an artist or anything like that, he’s just doing something kind for someone he cares about (which is honestly sappy enough but he tries to ignore that). He’s usually more of a silent carer but maybe that’s why he likes this. He’s not making it a grand gesture, not making it a thing that he’s the one drawing for you. It’s just for you to enjoy. 

He’ll just make this second drawing and silently put it in your room, and he’s the last person you’ll suspect. 

But of course now that he knows it means something to you, he can’t get anything right. He draws your hair too curly, then not curly enough. He draws your nose too big, then too small. Your eyes end up crooked. He can’t erase too much because it’ll look sloppy, so even the drawing he gets almost perfect, he ruins with a few final additions at the end. 

It takes him an entire month for the next drawing, and it feels more like him that it’s been making him so angry that he couldn’t get it right at first. Maybe he had the wrong picture of artists. They’re always talking about pain, aren’t they, and that’s what he experiences too (over a drawing. Who is he?). 

He takes another few days to keep track of your routine, to monitor when you’ll be in your room. He can’t have it be as close as last time. 

He ends up doing it in the evening. There’s a time after dinner when most of the team stays together to watch tv, just talk, or play some games. It’s normal for some of you to wander off, come back or stick around a bit longer. It won’t be suspicious if he leaves for a few minutes and comes back.

Logan wants nothing more than to follow you when you say that you’re going to your room for the night; he wants to see your reaction. But he can’t. All he can do is go up to his own bedroom fifteen minutes later, lingering in the hallway longer than he needs to.

Just as he’s about to give up and go to sleep, you walk down the hallway, coming back from the bathroom.

“Logan!” you call all excitedly when you see him, and his heart skips a beat. Do you know the drawing is from him? 

“Look,” you take his arm and pull him to your room, “I got another drawing!”

He breathes out in relief; you don’t know it’s from him. He smiles when you hold up the drawing, already framed.

“Were you expecting to get another drawing?” he teases.

“Noo, but the frames came in a pack of two. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Logan looks at how your eyes sparkle, how proudly you’re showing him this drawing. All the work he put into it was definitely worth it. It’s another picture of your face, this time from a new angle, and with your hair styled differently, curls coiled another way from last time.

Logan clears his throat, remembering to keep up his act. “It looks good.”

“Good?” you take the frame from his hands defensively, “It’s beautiful.”

He chuckles, “Sorry, I don’t know much about this type of thing. It is beautiful though.” He’s looking at you instead of his drawing.

“It is. And you don’t have to know much about art or drawing to see how pretty this is. I still can’t believe someone would take the time to make these for me.”

Logan remains silent instead of saying what he wants to tell you. Of course he would take that time for you – and you don’t even know how much time it really took him. If there’s someone who’s worth it, it’s you.

Seeing your pleased smile at something he made for you, he decides he’s never going to stop drawing you.

-

He’s on a roll for some time. He’s better at drawing again now that he’s getting in practice, and he makes five drawings of you within the next weeks. Logan watches the collection of them on your nightstand grow fuller, along with your smile that somehow gets bigger every time you tell him about a new drawing.

It’s a wonder you haven’t caught on yet, but you don’t seem particularly interested in snooping around to find out who it is. You respect the person’s privacy, but you’ve confessed to him that you’d still love to know. 

“I won’t try to find out who it is. I won’t push it if they don’t want me to know… but, I mean, anyone would want to know, wouldn’t they?”

You’ve adopted the nickname of ‘secret admirer’ for this mysterious ‘they’, after Logan used the term about ten times. You were reluctant at first, because the person isn’t calling themself a secret admirer – you’d just be putting words in their mouth. But after seeing how much more beautiful the drawings get each time, you’ve accepted and admitted that, okay, yes, the person must be an admirer.

Your secret admirer Logan is particularly proud of his latest drawing, excited to bring it up to your room tonight. 

But this time he’s sloppy. He’s stayed for a few post-dinner card games with the team, and it’s risky, because you’ve been saying that it’s your last game for the last two rounds. But he also knows that you always say that, and never mean it.

Logan gets up to leave, and he hears Scott convincing you to play just one more round.

It’s stupid, really, risking it like that. Even if he’s gone from your room in time before you come upstairs, you could easily guess that it’s Logan. He’s the first one leaving the round tonight, so your first assumption could be that it was him.

Maybe subconsciously he wants to get caught. He’s seen how you light up at every drawing, and no matter how much you respect your admirer’s anonymity, of course you want to know who’s dedicating so much time and work to drawings of you. Of course it’s crossed your mind that the person isn’t just doing this because they’re a good friend. They’re drawing your face because they think it’s beyond beautiful.

Logan doesn’t really know why he hasn’t told you yet that he likes you. He’s good at flirting, and he’s attractive – he’s not blind. But with you it’s different, there’s a bigger risk, for the both of you. The older he gets, the harder it is to open up to yet another person. You’re friends, and you talk about personal things, but confessing that he’s in love with you is different.

Not to mention this stupid recurring dream he keeps having, in which you find out it’s Logan who’s been drawing you, and suddenly your opinion of the drawings changes. You don’t like him back like that, and suddenly the drawings feel creepy if you think about him staying up late drawing your face.

He rolls his eyes at himself and gets the thought out of his head, taking the small envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans, smoothing his hand over it. He looks around, making sure no one sees him.

Logan bends down to slide the envelope under your door as usual, but one of the corners of the paper catches against the wall, and he quickly opens it to check the drawing isn’t damaged. His heart is beating so fast, he feels stupid. 

He can hear footsteps, still far away, but he can hear them. Logan messily licks the edges of the envelope to close it back up, but it’s not sticking. He can’t decide between shoving it under the door like this or leaving now and bringing it back the next day. He can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage now.

Then he hears it. He miscalculated how far the footsteps were.

“Logan?”

He turns around slowly, and it feels like the world has frozen.

You come closer, looking at him and then at the letter that he must’ve dropped. It hasn’t made it under your door yet.

He says something before you can, “I’m delivering for someone else.”

“Who?” you ask, bending down to pick up the envelope. If he wasn’t petrified, he’d enjoy the view of you bent over in front of him.

He breathes. He can’t have anyone taking credit for his work, for his art (you called it that recently, he would never). But his heart is beating so fast he doesn’t know what the fuck to do or say. 

This is exactly why he never wanted to do any of this. He’s making a fool out of himself and that doesn’t usually happen, especially not over a piece of paper. Logan is confident, cocky even, he can admit that, and has no idea how to deal with things like being nervous; he never has to. This really isn’t him.

You don’t wait for an answer and look at the envelope. You open it so carefully, gently taking the drawing out with your fingertips. You’re treating it with so much care he immediately feels better. Again, this isn’t for him, it’s for you. (Well, it’s for him too but it’ll take him a while to admit that). 

He’s drawn your smile this time. You were happy in most of the drawings before, but he focussed more on the eyes, and your lips only ever tugged up in a slight smile. 

This one is a full-toothed grin, mid-laugh. 

You two were drinking last weekend. He barely felt it but your tipsy, giggly mood was contagious. He couldn’t imagine himself feeling any other way but blissful when you’re happy around him. 

It started when Logan made a casual comment about something silly Scott was wearing that night, and he had you giggling. He wanted to immediately hear that angelic sound again, of course, and so he gave you every joke about your shared friends he could think of – all light-hearted, but he was still glad you two were alone. 

It was the stupidest joke of all that made you really laugh, some dumb comparison between Xavier and Caillou. You probably wouldn’t even giggle at it anymore now, but in the moment it was so funny you almost spat out your drink from the deep belly laugh he drew from you, holding onto his bicep so you wouldn’t fall over as tears formed in your eyes from how hard you were laughing. He wanted to engrave the image on his soul. At least he got your smile on paper.

You look up at him now, eyes filled with tears. 

“You drew this?” you ask.

He nods softly. He can’t say it but he hopes the drawings convey how in love with you he is. 

Suddenly, Logan feels like his heart has stopped beating.

You’re kissing him. 

You’ve leaped up, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and now your lips are on his. 

He feels your mouth falter, probably because he’s being a fucking idiot and not kissing you back. Logan places his hands on your waist to pull you further towards him. Then his brain finally catches up and he can do what he’s wanted to for so long. 

He takes your chin with two fingers and angles you so you can kiss him easier. He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of your soft, warm lips against him. You’re soft and warm all over. Your top has slipped up over his fingertips at your sides, and he slides his hands further around your back to support you against him even better. 

Logan’s tongue pushes at your lower lip, and you let out the sexiest, tiny moan of surprise as you part your lips for him, granting him access. 

His tongue touches the tip of yours and from then on your cravings intensify. You feel your way over his muscular shoulders, his big biceps and over the hard planes of his chest. When you’ve had a good feel there, your hands grip his shirt in desperation and Logan gets even hungrier for you. He gently bites at your lower lip, but then you shriek into his mouth and squirm out of his grasp. He opens his eyes wide. 

You grip Logan’s forearm for support when you bend down in a panic, picking up the drawing you just dropped. You let out a big breath of relief when you see it hasn’t been damaged. 

“You made me drop it!” You slap a hand to his chest; it doesn’t actually hurt and it’s not meant to, but it leaves a pleasant tingle behind instead. 

“I didn’t do anything”, Logan laughs, and you shake your head at him with a smile.

You take him into your room where you make him sit on the bed while you stare at the new drawing in awe. “I didn’t know you draw”, you say without taking your eyes off it.

“No one else knows.”

You pretend to zip your lips, smiling, “It’s our secret.” Logan can tell that you like that. He likes it too. It feels much better to share a secret with you than to be keeping one from you.

“I’ll only draw for you anyway, so there’s no point in telling anyone else.”

“You’re really good. I love the drawings.”

Logan gives a satisfied hum at your words, “You inspired me. Can’t have you walking around all pretty and not expect me to try and recreate it.”

You straddle Logan and hover over his lap to hug him, “They’re the best thing anyone's ever given to me. Do I really look like that?” You say the last question more quietly, and Logan wraps his arms around your sides, careful not to bump your hand that’s still holding the drawing.

“You’re more gorgeous than anything I could ever capture, but I think it comes close. I didn’t change anything about you to make you more beautiful. I couldn’t if I tried. I just tried to draw you as accurately as possible, that’s why it’s so beautiful.”

“I really love it,” you say again, happily staring at the details of the drawing. Hearing you say the word love so much tempts Logan, but he doesn’t want to move too fast. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you. He does, however, want to kiss you again.

Logan carefully takes the framed drawing and puts it on your nightstand. You push your mouth against his before he can initiate the kiss, and he grins against your lips.

You don’t know how to put your feelings into words, so you’re kissing him instead. He pulls you down so that you’re not hovering over but sitting on his lap, and the mood immediately shifts to something different. Logan doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but if you’re ready then he’ll take anything he can get.

Your chest is pressed against Logan’s, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. You may or may not be pressing your boobs against his body on purpose.

“God, baby, I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, already breathless, as his hands trail down your back, leaving goosebumps behind.

“You’ve waited long?” you raise your eyebrows, grinning, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you.”

You see the look in Logan’s eyes changing as he bites his lip, “Who says I didn’t want the same?”

You giggle, “Why did it take us so long?”

Logan chuckles, readjusting you so that you’re even closer to him, “I was too busy to actually talk to you, just been starin’ at you so I could draw you.” His cheeks have the faintest red tint, and you kiss them, hugging him.

You whisper into his ear, “Then it was worth the wait. And anyway, it’s not talking that I’m interested in right now.”

He pulls you back to look into your eyes, then at your lips. “Where do you want me?” he asks. You giggle slightly helplessly; you weren’t entirely prepared to have a man like Logan at your mercy like this tonight.

“You can do whatever you want,” you say softly, kissing him.

Logan’s lips are hungry against yours, strings of spit falling between you two, but he pauses the kiss to lie you on your back. “Wanna eat you out,” he husks, “Been dying to know what you taste like forever, bub. Can I?” He reaches for the hem of your top, and you nod so that he can pull it off you, admiring what’s underneath. 

“Sometimes I make myself cum imagining that I’m going down on you,” you confess somewhat shyly, but you figure he’s been so vulnerable for you that you can share a secret too.

Logan smirks, and pulls off his shirt, “Maybe we can make your dream come true then.”

You move to sit up, but he insists on eating you out first. You both take off all your clothes, staring at each other with huge smiles on your faces for a few moments. You’ve never seen Logan this happy.

“Look at you, baby. So pretty,” he leans down to kiss your lips, then down your neck, all the way to your legs. He spreads them, lying down between them as he all but drools at the sight of your wet pussy.

You get nervous all of a sudden. “It’s been a while,” you tell him. He looks up, taking your hand, enveloping it completely in his much bigger one.

“You sure about this? We can wait,” he gently kisses your knuckles, and a warmth spreads in your chest, slowing your heartbeat down a little.

“I’m sure,” you nod, and Logan comes up again to kiss you. The head of his hard cock catches against the space above your clit, and you both look down between your bodies. When Logan looks back up at you, his eyes are desperately begging you. You place your hand on his head, threading your fingers through his hair as he moves down your body.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he mumbles into your thigh, kissing you there. You giggle, getting comfortable, your hand never leaving his hair.

Logan starts eating you out, his tongue gentle but determined against your clit.

“Taste so good, baby. Even better than I imagined.” You hum at Logan’s words, already feeling yourself come undone with his mouth on your wet pussy.

You sink further into the mattress when he starts sucking on your clit, licking into your pussy like a man starved every few moments, and your thighs squeeze around Logan’s head, and it’s even better than in his fantasies.

“Feels really good,” you tell him, pulling on his hair to stop yourself from moving too much, and Logan moans against your skin. Hearing your words motivates him even more, and he pushes two fingers into your wet pussy. He curls his fingers, rubbing up against that spot that makes you see stars.

Your back arches as you cum, Logan’s lips wrapped around your clit as your legs push harder against his head, and all he does is moan, revelling in the feeling.

Logan doesn’t stop licking your pussy until you’re tugging his head away by his hair, and he comes up for air with a grin on his face. You smile back, pulling him up to kiss him. You give yourself only a few seconds of recovery time before you make him sit down. You know you’d never have enough strength to actually make him get into a different position, but he lets you.

You push him onto his back, getting between his legs. You’re blinking up at him all prettily when you ask, “Can I suck your dick? Please?”

Logan huffs to himself because he can’t believe how hot you are, can’t believe that this is really finally happening. He tells you yes – he has no more words to describe how badly he wants this – and he watches you wrap your pretty lips around his cock.

It’s hard to grasp that it’s really you doing this right now – the woman he’s been into for so long. His cock is in your mouth and you look so gorgeous with spit running down from your lips, and all he can think of is all the dirty drawings he can now make of you, if you’ll let him.

He closes his eyes when you take him deeper, enveloping him with your warm, wet mouth. “Good girl,” he whispers absent-mindedly, too gone to say much more.

You’re not using your hands as you suck his cock, your spit trailing down on him, and you’re so eager. But it’s also late, and he sees you getting tired, eyes blinking slower as you pause to catch your breath every few moments. He also sees the determination in your eyes, and the absolute want, but he doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself. 

You look so sexy all fucked out, strings of spit connecting your mouth to his cock as you pull away another time, giggling up at him shyly when you realise that he’s noticing you getting tired.

“Just need a second,” you wipe your mouth, out of breath, and it’s not that you’re not incredibly hot like this, but he still wants to fuck you tonight and he’s not sure that will happen if you keep going.

“C’mere, baby,” he says, reaching out his hand.

“Huh?” you ask, taking his hand nevertheless.

“Get back here, baby. I’m gonna fuck you now, alright? Don’t want you tiring yourself out.”

You let him lift you and put you on your back, but you pout, “Wanna taste you.”

Logan grins, “I’ll cum in your mouth, princess. Promise.”

You smile at his answer, satisfied, so you lie back down, pulling your legs up to your chest. His cock looks huge as he jerks himself off between your legs, rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm.

“Don’t know if I can take you,” you bite your lip. You’re not entirely sure if you mean it or not. You definitely want to try.

“We’ll make it fit, baby, we’ll make it fit,” Logan assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth, a mix of your wetness and his precum between your mouths. You feel his cock at your pussy, “You ready?”

“I’m ready,” you nod desperately, letting him push his cock into your pussy. He pauses after a few inches, but you wrap your legs around his waist more tightly, and he goes deeper.

“Y’okay, baby? You can take it, right?”

You nod, unable to form words with your pussy stretched like this, a combination of pleasure and pain between your legs – but it’s infinitely more pleasure.

“That’s right. You’re my good girl, hm?” He kisses along your neck as he bottoms out, and you both moan when he’s got his cock fully stuffed inside you for the first time. He pulls out slightly when you whine at the stretch, but you scratch down his back to get his attention.

“I can take it,” you tell him, and you watch the look in his eyes darken.

He begins to fuck you, the pain subsiding more with every thrust into your wet pussy. You can barely take him, but it feels good. With your slight tiredness, you feel like you’re floating on cloud nine. 

You can’t believe that Logan – your super hot friend Logan who you’ve been fantasising about for so long – is fucking you. He not only feels the same way about you, but he’s been your secret admirer this entire time, taking hours and hours out of his day to make you smile. You’re the only one he wants.

And now he’s fucking you, fucking you well, and you feel so warm inside, not just from the sex but you feel warm in your heart, because of Logan’s care.

“You okay?” he asks, stroking a hand down your face when he notices you’re not entirely present. You nod happily, smiling up at him, and you can’t talk because you feel so good.

“Good, that’s good, bub, but let me know if it gets too much,” he says as he starts rubbing your clit, watches you nod while he’s fucking you so well, and he’s so big and so deep inside of you, “Squeezing me so tight, baby, feel so fucking good.”

You cum suddenly, letting the warm pleasure flow through your body as Logan keeps fucking you through it, rubbing your clit in just the right rhythm.

“That’s my girl, taking it so well,” he moans, breaths stuttering. You slump against the pillow after a few moments, with a soft smile on your face, and Logan pulls out.

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he jerks his cock, and you sit up on your elbows immediately, looking him in the eyes with a smile as you stick out your tongue for him. He promised.

Logan moans when he cums, painting your face in his release, jerking himself off. He holds your head in place with his other hand, aiming for your mouth but you’re making no effort to catch his cum there.

“Such a pretty fucking face, princess, ’m cumming all over it,” he rasps, shooting more ropes of his cum all over your cheeks, jacking off onto your face.

You open your eyes when he’s done and breathing heavily, and you smile up at him. You open your mouth, taking the head of his cock between your lips to suck off the last drops of cum.

“Look at you, baby. Look so fucking pretty with my cum all over your gorgeous face.”

You hum, pulling your mouth off him and licking your lips, tasting his salty release. You brush a finger over your cheek, sucking it into your mouth to taste him more. Logan kisses you then, the flavour of himself mixing between your mouths.

He cleans you up gently, carefully wiping your face with a baby wipe and kissing every inch of your cheeks afterwards. You take his face to kiss him properly, and if you didn’t seem so tired Logan would be ready for round two immediately.

“Next time you could try to actually cum in my mouth,” you tease, making Logan grin.

“Sorry, baby. Got too excited. Couldn’t focus on asking you again if it was okay.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “I liked it.”

Logan grins, “Oh I could tell you liked it, baby.” You lightly slap his chest as you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

You cuddle for a while, not saying much because you don’t have to. You’ve both waited for this for so long that you’re just enjoying the moment, enjoying that it finally happened.

You slip out of his arms to sit on top of him. You’re in nothing but panties, the blanket bunching around your hips. You lean your hands against his chest as you tell him more about how much the drawings delighted you. And Logan cares, of course he cares to hear that, but he’s also just a man seeing the woman he’s into naked for the first time still. 

You become quiet when you realise that he’s not listening, and you giggle, “Distracted?”

Logan grins, “Just a little fucking bit, baby.” His eyes don’t leave your body, and you laugh as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs your ass, kneading the flesh. When you slightly sit up again, your tits are near his face, and he can’t help himself. He cups your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you hum.

“I should draw these,” he looks up at you, “Should draw every perfect fucking inch of you.”

“You wanna?” You adjust how you’re seated in his lap, and you feel that he’s already half hard under you again.

“Maybe after I’ve fucked you again.”

You smile, feeling yourself growing wetter on top of him.

“Tomorrow,” he continues, and your smile drops.

“But you’ve got to get more familiar with the inspiration, right? If you’re going to draw me.”

“That’s true, baby. But I think you’re too tired.”

You smile bashfully, ignoring how your eyelids were drooping shut just a few seconds ago, “Okay, but then I’ll have more energy for tomorrow.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiles, pulling you off him to cuddle you again. He tucks you in and kisses your head. 

You turn to your side, taking one of the framed drawings and looking at it for a while. 

Logan watches you looking at it, and the sparkle in your eyes never fails to make him feel all warm inside. “Now that you actually know about it, I don’t have to draw you from memory anymore. I can study my muse in peace.”

“Aww, I’m your muse?” you beam.

“Of course you are, princess. You’re the only reason I’m drawing again.”

“I love your drawings so much.”

Logan clears his throat, and looks at you. “Well, I love you. So, I think that went into them.”

You look at him, pouting and then kissing him. “I love you too,” you say into his mouth. He grins against your lips, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. He can barely grasp that you just said that, but he’ll have enough time soon to comprehend how lucky he is. 

For now, he takes your hand, and asks, “The question might be redundant now, but do you wanna be mine? Be my girlfriend?”

“I’m already yours.”

Logan grins, takes you in his arms, and you’re still cuddling when you’re both drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

P.S. reblog with a comment and let me know your favourite moment/what you liked to get a drawing from Logan under your door tonight and a facial <33

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grell w an artist s/o who’s similar to gregory violet pls? and grell is their muse obv :]

Wahh this is so cute😭❤ I also love Violet so this is perfect

° now we already know how much Grell adores attention, she'd practically beg you to draw her at least once after finding out you're an artist, even before you two date

° once you two get in a relationship, she doesn't insist on it nearly as much but she still wants you to draw her. Tbh she'd probably say "draw me like one of your french girls" 😭💀

° since you prefer to avoid big crowds and don't typically join on social events like she does, Grell always keeps on eye on where you tuck yourself away whenever you're out with her.

° Grell actually thinks you look cute, hiding in a dark corner while sketching away. She always assumed you were sketching the scenery, she never thought that your book was full of beautiful drawings of her

° truthfully, she finds out because she's nosey and looked through your notebook while you weren't in the room. Not that she needed to, if Grell asked you'd gladly show her.

° Grell was absolutely shocked and extremely flattered when she saw such beautiful art of her filling almost every page of your book. The way you drew her was just so breathtaking to her, Grell just stared in awe

° of course when you come back, she'll pretended she wasn't snooping around but it's extremely obvious. Grell is also holding back tears because she's just so touched

° Grell is gonna pull you into her arms while sobbing and going on about how amazing you are, how much she loves you, and how flattered she is that you see her as a muse

° naturally, she's even more eager to pose for your drawings, she's definitely going to dress up even more so you can sketch her in her favorite outfits

° if you're comfortable with it, Grell will absolutely show off your art to everyone, she's practically shoving your notebook down everyone's face like "My boyfriend draws me all the time, he is so talented and just the sweetest thing❤"

° bonus / more Violet like headcanons

° if you make someone (besides her) pose for you but never actually draw them, she is giggling about it the whole time and is gonna ask you to make them do more crazy poses next time

° Grell always has a parasol for you to block out the sun if it's too bright for you

° and of course she'll help you do your makeup, hair and nails❤

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IWTV Musings: Unreliable Narrators: Claudia vs Lestat

I've seen so many Lestans calling Claudia an unreliable narrator as a subtle/overt way of calling her a LIAR™. They're swearing up & down that S3 will revisit everything to disprove Claudia's diaries, and that THE TRUTH™ will finally be told by Lestat. Please set the record straight White Savior Massa Lestat 😔🙏 cuz heaven knows you can't trust NONE of these Darkies--not Louis, not Claudia, and clearly not even Negroid-Adjacent-Asian Armand. They're all Liars™, but lord knows Lestat "I never lie" de Lioncourt's never lied!🤞(x x x)

The Claudia-antis then pretend they GAF about her by jumping on Louis. Louis-antis constantly yell at him in 1x5 cuz he attacked Daniel for demanding to read the missing pages about Claudia's SA; calling Lou a dirty pimp exploiting Claudia and violating her privacy by giving Daniel ANY of Claudia's diaries to use in the memoir he knew would be published & sold. Claudia's diaries were private & never meant to be read by anyone, let alone mass-consumed; and Louis' a terrible effing scumbag just like Santiago to have anyone read her words, when he knew how upset she got over Les reading all of them ("don't do that, it's private!"). She's a liar but her words are sacred.

First of all: People keep forgetting diaries/memoirs/etc are NOT required to be 100% TRUE/ACCURATE in order to be 100% AUTHENTIC/SINCERE. 😤

TVC/IWTV are all about perspectives. Anne Rice revolutionized the vampire genre by humanizing vampires to the extent that we get their own voices & perspectives, more deepely contextualizing their motives, desires, fears, and even traumas and sufferings. But part of the tragedy about The Vampire Claudia is that for all the yelling & hollering she does in IWTV & TotBT, we never really get her words from HER account until Merrick. Even then, it's in a very limited form: a meagre handful of diary pages, and her ghost haunting Louis in a rage. AMC went the distance to really flesh out Claudia's diaries, and expand her voice, while still acknowledging all the ways the voice of a little girl has been ventriloquized & editorialized by adult men.

AMC's decision to compare Claudia to Anne Frank & Stephen King is VERY telling.

book!Claudia's diaries are pure Horror a la Stephen King, as all she really only used them for is to document her Murder Plot, and plans for going to Europe with Louis to find the truth about vampires from a more reliable source than "The Father of Lies," Lestat.

In contrast, AMC!Claudia's diaries inc. all the grisly Horror aspects, but with the added more nuanced dimension of ALSO being a far more Autobiographical a la Anne Frank, who was merely writing as a teenage girl dealing with teenage girl things: her thoughts & experiences with her family & her love interests, etc. The backdrop of the Holocaust is something Anne never really spoke on; but historical context is clear that she obvs still experienced it, and her diaries are often edited & editorialized & curated & marketed & sold & read thru the lens of the Holocaust; even though that was never the point of her private personal writings.

After her death, her diaries were given to her father, Otto Frank, who then chose to edit & publish them, to memorialize his daughter since his whole family died in the camps. Because Otto removed large pieces of Anne's writing, arguments persisted over whether Anne & Otto should be considered co-authors or not. It's Anne's diaries, but whose curated story/narrative is this, Anne's or her dad's?

Her dad removed the sexually explicit material from Anne's diaries about her sex life/experimentation/etc; as well as mundane vignettes. Her diary was "editorialized" not to deceive or lie to people, but to respect her privacy. (Ofc uncensored versions are now published. 🙄)

There were also things in Anne's writings that portrayed IRL people she knew in VERY unflattering lights, that she herself chose to present certain ways. One dude took particular umbrage over Anne having renamed him "Mr. Nitwit" cuz she didn't like him, and TO HER he was stupid AF, but to his family he was a paragon of behavior.

Just cuz Anne represented Mr. Nitwit in a certain way doesn't mean she was lying on him. She didn't like him, and was writing HER TRUTH about how she perceived him, regardless of how he or his family saw him. He and his family kept tryna get her diaries & film/stage adaptations edited to more accurately/truthfully represent, and he was shot down every single time, cuz it doesn't effing matter what anyone else thought. Anne's opinions aren't any less valid just cuz he took offense! All that matters is what SHE thought about him. And TO ANNE, Mr. Nitwit was a frikkin moron! 😂 Eff him!

Likewise, it doesn't matter that Les insisted how happy they all were at Rue Royale, pointing out that there were good moments Lou never mentioned, or loving & romantic moments Loustat shared. IWTV stands as-is as a representation based on how LOUIS felt, eff Les! Same way it doesn't matter that Lou insisted that he tried as hard as he could to do right by Claudia--and it ESPECIALLY doesn't matter if Les felt he deserved to die or not. All that matters is that TO CLAUDIA, somebody needed to die to satisfy her resentment & rage at how miserable SHE felt about her life; that not even her diary pages could hold as her effing ghost restlessly wandered Rue Royale, not at peace. SHE decided that her opp was Lestat; eff him!

And this also applies to Claudia's POV of Les' injuries in Ep5. While I still believe part of why Les' bloody appearance changes is cuz of vampire healing a la the books/film (since we KNEW Les's super strong & already had the Fire Gift in S1), I also think a HUGE factor's that we saw the fight thru 2 key povs: the victim being abused (Claudia & Lou in 1x5), and the abuser victimizing himself (Les in 2x7). Ofc Loustat each hyperfocused on their injuries. Les was bleeding from every effing pore. BUT! He never denied that he bit Lou SEVERAL times (draining his blood to WEAKEN Lou), and beat Lou's face. BUT! None of Lou's injuries were oozing as bad as Les', which is ofc a sign of minimizing Lou's injuries to make Les seem more sympathetic--meanwhile Claudia's broken leg & head injury weren't shown in 2x7 AT ALL, cuz SHE'S the one doomed to die.

And the Trial brings me to another point.

Second of all: Intent matters. Claudia's reasons for writing a diary, and Lou's reasons for using Claudia's diaries are LEAGUES different from Santiago's

Like I already said:

Claudia's diaries were used against her in the Trial to condemn her to death, burned alive at the stake all for the unforgivable crime of hating the father who abused her and her favorite parent, and taking action to get rid of Lestat for good when he refused to let her go free, all cuz he wanted/needed to keep Louis chained down to him. Claudia's diaries (her corpus/body of work) was passed around to the coven in 2x6 & the audience in 2x7, her privacy violated as all her deepest darkest thoughts & feelings were thrown in her face, mocked, and used as ammo to ultimately kill her. She was told to be feel "SHAME!" for trying to stand up for herself, and mind-fogged and forced to STFU when she spoke out of line.

Lestat HELPED Santiago & Sam & Armand misread & misrepresent & decontextualize Claudia's diaries, yet y'all fools expect Lestat to be a paragon of truth in S3?! 😂🤣 Y'all honestly think Les will show up in S3 totally reformed, with zero chance of partiality, bias, hurt feelings, bruised egos, defensiveness/offensiveness, skewed perspectives, embellishments, misconceptions, or fallible logic whatsoever coloring his narrative or demonstrating how Les' POV is just ONE of MANY sides of the story!? He swore on his own blood and STILL lied!

Claudia had NOTHING to prove to anyone but HERSELF. Yes, she lied about not having dreams, cuz she was TRAUMATIZED, and tried to make herself be strong by not giving her nightmares power.

Ofc she had no idea how badly that lie would affect Lou, who agonized over the possibility that Claudia had no dreams, just a void. But she did not lie with the intention of maliciously hurting anyone. And mostly she lied to try to make the lie a reality: she'd rather NOT dream at all than keep having nightmares (about Bruce, Les, WW2, whatever was bothering her). Claudia's an unreliable narrator cuz all we have are her diaries, NOT cuz she said/wrote something in her diary that wasn't true. Lou thanked Daniel for helping him regain a lost piece of his memories, cuz it makes Claudia more flawed, but also more REAL. Lou'd been holding onto to her diaries as a lifeline cuz up until that time HE COULDN'T REMEMBER HER right.The diaries were all he had left--the most direct & reliable vestige of his dead daughter; where every word and ink splatter was crystalized as darn near gospel, not the living breathing girl herself. It is a mistake to treat diaries as 100% truth/fact. Cuz like I said, not one & nothing is REALLY 100% honest/true, that's impossible, through sheer fact of human fallibility. Contrary to popular effing opinion by anti-Claudia/anti-Louis Lestans & Armstans, a person who lies isn't necessarily A LIAR™.

So yeah, I just have to smdh at the copium some Lestans are huffing. They swore up & down that S2 would revisit Ep5 to prove that Louis & Claudia were lying about their poor uwu blorbo Lestat dropping Louis from the effing atmosphere; and now they're swearing that S3 will revisit S1/S2 to prove that Claudia's a liar and her diaries are effed up.

The anti-Louis Lestans had egg all over their effing faces in 2x5 - 2x8, when it became UNDENIABLE that Armand heavily factored into Louis' unreliability--AND Claudia's. YES, we been knew since S1 that Loumand tampered with Claudia's diaries, but S2 revealed even more, that Armand went BEHIND Louis' back to remove pages they DIDN'T agree together on. Claudia obvs had negative things to say about Armand, and he got rid of them cuz he didn't want DANIEL figuring out the truth about him. (Ofc, anything negative Claudia had to say about Lestat was left right where it was.)

Armand wanted Lestat to come across as negatively as possible, to Louis AND to Daniel; to make himself look better, like the genuinely better/kinder/safer option--the injection called more humane than the electric chair, although they're both terrible forms of torture. 🙄 That came at the price of sacrificing Claudia (literally & figuratively), and compromising the integrity of her diaries.

But regardless of what is or isn't missing from her diaries, and regardless of how she decided to minimize her traumas and emphasize Lestat's faults, it still doesn't take away from the fact that TO CLAUDIA, she felt she had been wronged by BOTH her parents, and acted accordingly to free herself from a bad situation the only way a child born & raised to be a effing KILLER knew how: by KILLING. If she was 100% honest about ANYTHING in those diaries, it was about the fact that she wanted Lestat to effing PAY, and SHE felt he deserved it, for the way he'd treated her AND Louis.

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permanent plotting + connection dynamics call ! ( edit + recall update * november ) / just to see who would interested in building deeper plots and more long-term dynamics with wanda + your character . ps : this is a permanent call therefore you may well see me reblog this from time to time of interest and plotting mood as as my little reminder + for anyone else that’s new in the future . will go through / message those of you that are over time as i’m interacting/writing with you and will depend heavily on my mood , muse and time . 🫧🫶🏼

obviously if we have already been plotting & our characters are already ongoing and developing , ignore this !

being mutuals exclusive means my IMs and/or disco.rd are always open for you <3 whether that be for plotting only or ooc or both! im a lover of yapping about my character and even a big sucker for deep dynamics and development when the connection is there ! so if the spark ✨ hits and you see our characters suddenly connecting OR when an idea pops up after a couple of interactions , pls never hesitate to shoot me a message . for those of u that skimmed my rules page ( much appreciated if you did! ) im pretty chill. and that this space is safe always . and im a very patient gal . so the worst i could be is slow, but if you have liked this with the interest of diving into making a deep connection with my wanda , ill always end up responding which is something that I hope is also not a worry <3

plot with billy too ! ( @w1ccn ) i include him as an extension to wanda due to him being a sideblog to this & , mother and son fr lmao . obvs lmk when i do mssg u if he is of interest , but otherwise wanda is the priority of this blog , any other muses that I write on the multi of interest shall of course , just be via one on one ❣️

below is a current rundown of my verses so far & link to hcs.

VERSES . ( these are still currently ongoing and developing , hence it being a summarised post for the time being, i will update u all with a proper doc link once the page is completely made/to my liking ) HEADCANONS

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more of that megastar human demon fanfic,, written absolute sleep deprivation and not beta read (obvs)

i can’t keep to one tense for my life so yeah,, beware

english isn’t even my first language idk why i’m doing this to myself ToT

also please be nice to me i rarely write );

Finally done, [Starscream] stepped back. He’s never getting his deposit back now, he muses.

The summoning circle is gloriously perfect, if he may say so himself. When he’d come across that eerie book in the library, he hadn’t actually planned on ever going through with it. Then [Skyfire] had happened. And finals.

Perfect timing to try out a ridiculous demon summoning ritual. Gathering all of the required items had been suspiciously easy, as if the universe had only been waiting for [Starscream] to finally lose his marbles. The only tricky part had been in finding a safe way to inconspicuously draw enough blood without fainting. Still quickly managed though, by a genius like him.

[Starscream] picked up the book from the table where he’d put it down, never really shaking the cold shiver that would overcome him whenever touching it. Flipping through the pages until he could read out the incantation from the one he’d marked, [Starscream] took a deep breath.

No backing out now. Although he quite literally had cold feet. Latin had been one of his interests in high school, so the words rolled off his tongue easily. Something along the lines of ‘I summon thee, oh Great One, to me’ and a lot of gibberish about praising the being he was calling.

The red lines of the summoning circle began to glow ominously at some point but [Starscream] had become too immersed to care. When he finished with a quiet ‘So join me now, Great Megatron’, the light was so blinding he had to close his eyes.

As suddenly as the light had come, it was gone. What a bust. No demon, no nothing. [Starscream] sighed, turning to blow out the candles scattered around him and retrieve a cleaning rag and a bucket of soapy water to scrub the evidence of another one of his failures away. No sooner than his back was turned, he could feel that he wasn’t alone anymore.

Megatron had felt the pressure of someone acting out a long forgotten ritual the entire evening. It had soured his mood quite badly, knowing another snotty human would be demanding insane things from him soon. Can’t they summon a Djinn or something? Hell, even one of the birdbrains up top would probably jump at the opportunity to grant a human’s wishes.

As it was, he was annoyed and not at all curious to see what kind of flavor this human would be. Soundwave’s little beasts had pestered him about it as soon as their master had felt the first dregs of the familiar call, pleading for a bite when he inevitably brought “his” master downstairs. They could devour the fleshbag for all Megatron cared.

As soon as night fell on the dirtball planet, his summoner finished chanting, and Soundwave and he shared a quick briefing on the runnings while he was gone.

Then Megatron felt the dreaded pull up, and he was standing in a human house. Frag him.

[angelicyoongie]

Heyyy

This has already been said before, butttttt can I just say how much of a well-written work Lovesick is? Like the details? the characters? the emotions? I wanna cry cause it's that good! I'm quite new to Tumblr, but trust me when I say, I religiously check your page to re-read Lovesick lol (Lovesick was the first series I read on Tumblr sooo, forgive my rant)! Not to mention Abundance and the mermaid!yandere ones! Like please forgive me for my random outburst (while typing lol) but I just can't seem to write enough praises about Lovesick (ik I have an unhealthy attachment towards it, but can you blame me?)

Soo for the Ask my Muse , I wanted to question the LS!boys (obv)

Q. What did you feel when you first saw Y/N ? Like where you guys too astonished to do/feel anything? Did you want to immediately approach her? And what about after that ? Did you guys do any extensive research on her background? If so then why?, (*cough* Namjoon *ahem*).

P.S : Lovesick is my absolute favourite ! Thank you soo much for providing this gem to us for free!

-T anon

(AAAA you're so kind T anon, thank you so much?? 😭 It makes me so happy to know that you enjoy the majority of my stories 😭💖)

"Mostly just panic at first," Yoongi mumbles. "We freaked out when we realized that both of us felt the bond at the same time. It was too much to process in the middle of that coffee shop, so we ran home, wanting to at least figure out if it was true that we shared a soulmate."

Taehyung smiles sheepishly, "When we calmed down we started visiting the shop more, trying to get a feel for Y/n and what she was like. We wanted to be the best versions of ourselves for her for when it was time to approach her."

"Happiness," Jungkook says softly, blushing. "I could only see her profile but once I realized that Y/n was my soulmate, everything just felt right. I'm shy, I– I couldn't just walk up to her. It felt safer to just admire her from afar, working up the courage to speak to her while I was writing her letters."

"The first thing I felt when I saw Y/n was anger," Jimin huffs. "Not at her, but the people she was with. I couldn't even properly process the fact that I had just met my soulmate when she was stumbling around drunk, barely able to walk on her busted knee." He takes a deep breath, his features smoothing out as he says, "She was very cute though. Once I got her home, I just felt so lucky that I was able to find her and help her all in the same night."

"I kinda missed my window to talk to her that first day in the library, it just didn't feel right after I dropped a book on her foot twice," Namjoon winces. "I was curious to know who she was and what my soulmate was like, so I just couldn't help but scratch that itch by looking her up. I just wanted to make sure everything was fine until I could see her again."

"Overwhelmed, happy," Seokjin smiles. "It was the greatest feeling of all knowing that I had finally found her."

"It felt like every emotion hitting me at once," Hoseok grimaces at his choice of words, "But I mostly just felt angry that I had found my soulmate because some bitch had slapped her. I didn't want to spook Y/n too much, overwhelm her when she had just been assulted, so that's why I decided to follow her home to make sure she got to her apartment safely. That was enough, for a while. I hoped that sending her gifts would help her forget what I had happened. I was going to talk to her eventually, I just needed some time first. I wanted to make sure that everything was perfect before we officially met."

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

URL song game 🎧

thank you @episims for the tag!! this is going to be a LONG one! i hope yall are ready for what is basically going to be a nu metal playlist lmao. im not sorry

Gasoline - Seether Remedy - Cold Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Last Firstborn - Celldweller Life in the fast lane - Eagles Enth E Nd - Linkin Park Du Hast - Rammstein Cold - Crossfade Heavyweight - Infected Mushroom Everlong - Foo Fighters (played this for our first dance @ our weddin) Everybody Talks - Neon Trees Spookshow Baby - Rob Zombie Elizabeth - Ghost Almost Easy - Avenged Sevenfold Since I've Been Lovin' You - Led Zeppelin Pistons - James Paddock It's Been a While - Staind Risk - Deftones Art of Conflict - VNV Nation Turn the Page - Bob Seger I Get It - Chevelle Oh My Goth - Razed in Black Numb - Disturbed

whew! thats a lot but i love all these excellent tracks <3

onto tags: @platinumaspiration @lordcrumps @tvickiesims @ghoularcade @kayleigh-83 @kestrelteens @moocha-muses @deedee-sims @angelapleasant @emperorofthedark

obvs ignore if you want to, no big!

[notkitsune]

i did this for wooseok, so i suppose it's wonjae's turn for a PLOTTING POST! some ideas for plots under the cut! tumblr ims are fine, but i would prefer disc/rd if ya have it (i'm thegongoozler)!

if none of these strike your fancy, have no fear, message me anyway because i love plotting <3

due to anomaly, fashion sense, proportions, whatever--your muse has trouble finding clothes. wonjae can help and loves to sew! though he will make you pay in the form of modeling for pictures. a deal's a deal!

your muse is vibing, studying or doing whatever in public--and some weirdo with a camera comes up to you and asks if he can take pictures of you for a project. wyd?

this would probably need to be post-established friendship, but your muse could find a sketchbook page of drawings that look familiar--hey wait, are these of them? do they feel creeped out? flattered? something else entirely?

classic surprise that this artsy boy exists in the same brain as house gangcheori vice captain jockish boy.

hate 2 say it but wonjae probably gets around--possibility for past hookups/flings/casual encounters can be fun :)

victim/witness to his hot temper--he's gotten better at keeping it down, but it's kind of hard when you have a Literal Beast inside of you! this could go many ways ofc

i'd love to discuss dynamics with other house gangcheori members (if i haven't spoken to you yet) or other rally house members! with other houses, it could go either way--i could see a genuine dislike building, or also a more friendly joking rivalry!

i want to add to his little list of confidants--since he's generally pretty private. only a select few people know about him deep down. this would obv require some heavy plotting and discussion of their relationship!

this is not very long because my brain isn't working right BUT please please please plot with meeeee i'm open to basically anything

[this-should-do]

i want to know more about your less developed janitor half life oc because i too have a half life janitor oc

janitor oc havers unite !!!! 🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

they have no name as of yet (and im open to suggestions lol) but this is a quick doodle page i made for them just for this ask

character thoughts and musings below the cut

anyways, they are very bare bones of a concept, but im thinking this person in my brain is soooooo gossipy, cuz like whats the fun of working in a top secret facility if you dont get to be gossipy about it, like they are so invisible to most people who work there, but boy do they have a lot of friends out of the facility who they talk to and go visit often and i think they have absolutely broken their nda so many times but thats okay they deserve it for how little they get paid and how hard they work.

but tbh i think they dont mind the pay too bad (lying they actually want more pay so much lmao), they appreciate cleaning as it helps manage their compulsive cleaning inclinations,theyre un diagnosed ocd i think but they sure know they Need to clean and getting to indulge it day in a day out as a job is better than suffering constantly trying to do another job and being distressed by grime and germs but it also limits how much they can spend cleaning on one thing which helps them manage their compulsions at home as well thru repeated exposure, its not a cure all obvs but it helps and can be stressful in its own right on somedays. its a great people watching job too if ur happy only being able to listen more than half the time

they specifically got a job at black mesa tho becuz they love the concept of science but they never really got to learn any of it formally (not to say they didnt try but the combo of ocd affecting their mental health, in general struggling with math without an extra hand to grasp it initially, and lack of money money preventing them from attending college, really stopped them from being able to pursue the interest) they really like the all the thought that goes into experiments and analyzing the information, and the cool things that result from it, and more superficilaly they like the look of the machines and the big chunky buttons and the charts and hearing the lingo heavy chatter of people who know what all of it means, they probably have a few magazine subscriptions to science magazines, such as popular science, popular scientist (they think its cool he could feasibly see kleiner at thier work place after seeing him on teh cover of the magazine), and science news

[pnwdagnabbit]

Hey, my budlits. I'm waiting for permissions to edit JavaScript on this side of things so that I can maybe upload that Clement Mansell Gif Icon Pack that I was working on, from this side.

I think I'm gonna make a Boyd Holbrook Gif Packs (BHGP) sideblog and then put my gifs in like... gif hunts only, maybe?

Correction! I'm gonna make a Gif Packs by Dax page instead. Mainly focusing on Boyd Holbrook, Garrett Hedlund and Charlie Hunnam. I think that's a smarter idea since I'll probly be makin' gifs of all three of those dudes. And then if I wanna, I can snag gifs I made from that and repost them as small sets here on my main, off and on, just for muse inspo.

I'll still reblog from others, obv, but I'll repost my own work. The old BHFP will just sorta... be left for ppl who wanna use that content, but I'll move my own creations into gif packs on the new BHGP here and there. Once the permissions go through, that is.

[wintershub]

I am going to include more detailed bios, as well as verse pages and connections pages for my muses again but obvs gonna be awhile with all the muses I have

So far this is likely what they'll look like

[healimals]

NEW VERSE : FINAL FANTASY VII .

MUSE I & II : AVERY JACKSON & EMERSON CHEN .

          avery jackson was born to a family of affluence , a family with CONNECTIONS ; some of those connections being at the infamous shinra corporation . growing up in a family with influence meant that from a young age , avery’s destiny was already chosen for him . he would do what he had to do to keep his parents happy and maintain the wealth & power of the jackson family . he was smart -- incredibly smart , TERRIFYINGLY so , & with that big brain of his , his private lessons & tutors were something almost of a formality . he was already reading , but rarely did he read books of pleasure or hobby . instead , he spent his time reading books of SKILL : medical books , to be precise . he found the human body interesting and the different ways a body could be broken or mended with little tools or every tool in the universe , to be fascinating . 

          it was through this interest , that avery decided to pursue further education to become a doctor -- his parents , of course , were thrilled . a doctor was something the city of midgar could ALWAYS use another of . after years of hard work & training , avery reaches a mastery status in the medical field as a doctor at the mere age of 26 , astounding other medical professionals everywhere . he enlists at shinra , serving the corporation as a trusted high end doctor / surgeon for their s - class soldiers & higher - ranked persons . 

          emerson didn’t have the same luck with the family he was born into , but the love they all share is something BEAUTIFUL in their home of the sector five slums . being the oldest out of three younger siblings , emerson always made it a personal task to watch out for his brothers & sister ; their parents were extremely hard working with the bare minimum they received as pay , trying to make something of a better life for their children . emerson wanted to help that -- with everything they’ve done for him & his siblings , emerson’s goal was for his parents to live comfortably & happily with his siblings & be able to take on day to day living a lot easier . although it was hard , emerson went about getting an education for himself . through working odd jobs around the town & trading things & favors , he was eventually able to gather up some old medical books & even landed himself a tutor : an older , mysterious woman , who had plenty of knowledge to share & no one to share it to , until emerson . he offered to pay her , but she wouldn’t accept -- said “knowledge should be accessible to everyone who has wants it” . emerson’s never forgotten those words . 

          through her lessons & his consistent study schedule , emerson was able to learn a lot . he put his new medical prowess to work as soon as he could , helping injured civilians at the local infirmary that had been attacked by monsters , rogue soldiers , or had gotten into physical fights with others . the woman saw a passion in the way emerson worked ; a HEALING light that she hadn’t seen in most other people she’s worked with professionally . she tells him this & warns that there will be people who seek to destroy or corrupt that light & to be careful . though the words are cryptic & a bit frightening , emerson makes note to heed them well . throughout the next three years , emerson works diligently in the slums to provide medical to those who need it ; he becomes something of a miracle worker , managing to do a lot of good with very little resources & word begins to seep out about him . a little birdie tells the shinra corporation of a slumdog miracle worker & , believing it to be in the company’s best interest , sends out for emerson to come & interview for a spot on the company’s medical team . through a successful interview & hiring process , emerson scores a job as as assistant doctor to avery , who doesn’t seem to be thrilled nor opposed to the development . 

          for the next eight years , until the attack on the sector five reactor , emerson & avery work side by side & end up developing a rather close bond with one another . they look out for each other & depend on each other in ways only the other could understand . shinra begins to change & in ways that has them both on their toes & extremely suspicious about the company’s secret activities . neither of them truly knew or understood the devastation that came tow & tow when working with the shinra corp . when shinra captures aerith , emerson immediately recognizes her & tries to talk to her , ask her why she’s been captured , but the turks & hojo stop him and don’t allow it . this only heightens his & avery’s suspicions about whatever the company is hiding . they see the threat avalanche poses ; they aren’t blind to the destruction that’s being caused , but they can’t help but wonder , why go to all of this trouble ? for clout ? for influence ? some speculated they were part of wutai , but emerson didn’t believe that . he believed they were doing what they felt was RIGHT . 

          & they soon find out , how right avanlanche was . when the plate was dropped on the civilization below , that’s when emerson’s suspicions were confirmed & he knew that he was on the wrong side -- that he and avery BOTH were . their escape was harsh & unnerving ; lies through pearly teeth & promises to return , when in reality , their feet took them all of the way to the sector five slums , where the survivors from sector seven had escaped to . they quickly set their sights on helping the wounded & sick & rescue operations , children & women first , & any able - bodied men willingly to help were put to work as well . they don’t know what lies in the rest of this story , but they would do whatever they could to make certain that avanlanche’s efforts in this fight weren’t in vain ; taking care of the back lanes so they could face the front lines . 

POST - GAME / ADVENT CHILDREN :

          emerson & avery live together in neo midgar after the events of final fantasy vii . their bond ever stronger , they work as doctors in the slums , catering to whomever needs them . they still work for price , but for certain eligible people , they work for little to no money at all , depending on the severity of the ailment . they both frequent the bar known as SEVENTH HEAVEN ; avery for his evening drink & , emerson for the wonderful bar maiden of whom he shares a friendship with . at times , emerson will wander to visit the church & look after aerith’s flowers & bring her fresh ones , as a sign that he still thinks about her and her kindness . 

[maxmoffs]

by the way. I do plan on going through my dms and also properly save drafts from notifs, just bc it helps me keep a nice flow and don’t feel overwhelmed/pressured to ever come on! so I like to properly just do that when I am completely free, definitely some time this week! pls understand I am slow but I do see u , I lurk a lot and is always sending memes !! I feel like that’s probs the last time I’ll say this hahah just bc I don’t wanna worry abt it anymore but also that I don’t want any of u to feel like you’re being ignored or any of the sort! , life is just extra busy rn bc of the holidays so I can’t be as active as I want to moderately be , but when I am around writing or just online entirely, u get all of me 🫧🫧 nonetheless 🫧🫧 I’m super relaxed and just an excitable person in general with a hint of anxiety hahaha so me being slow is probs I’d say the only important reminder I keep in my rules page bc I had experienced it before and is something I don’t want to feel pressured about this time around, 99% of the time it’s just life & also taking your time should always come first ! (I don’t even reply to my family quick 😅) that’s why when I yap a lot on the dash it’s bc I’m lurking in that moment, or an afterthought when I’m thinking about my muse and bc I relay my little fun stuff to share and be inclusive with all of u , any plotting with any of my muses obvs is when I can privately yap yap 🤏🏼🫧🩷 okay ellie shut up now!!!!

anyways, yall yap yap wicked was beautiful, and I’m just happy rn and i am on a high and officially seeing it again next Friday Zzzzz

[the-rat-house]

💖 - What’s something you like about your muse?

💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse?

Said muse being all of them owo

posting this on the wrong monday but hey. it still counts.

under a read more cause there are many of them lol. Also I realize I touch on a lot of stuff more related to canon than my personal interpretations on here so... whoops

LIKES

Daroach: He is just... so fun. Even with how little we get in the games, he just was fun to see and battle - and the fact we get to actually see him fleshed out in a silly but actually sort of in depth way via his dialogue in Mass Attack just makes him all the more endearing; he's a ladies man while being a fucking dork.

Spinni: Gremlin energies. She is small and fast and throws ninja stars and how can you not love how she manages to be cool and chaotic at the same time?

Storo: I want to hug him. But also the damage he deals. Delight cannot describe how happy I am when I get to show him stomping the shit out of enemies when summoned in Star Allies. Look at him go! And he is canonically called a softie.... so he is strong AND kind.

Doc: They really looked at the cute little Squeakers and went "what if one of them was a mad scientist?" and then did it. Well, as much as we can get with limited lore anyways. Really just the fun bit of variety he adds!!

Galacta Knight: His story is so fucked up. So fucked up. I see him and I am so driven to explore everything about him because THERE IS SO MUCH THERE JUST HIDDEN AWAY!!!! The drive and inspiration this orb inspires in me!!!! Living in my head rent free always!!!

Patch: My baby. My beloved. I'm biased cause I created them so like, picking one or even a few things is hard. One thing I suppose would be the fact that even though over the years there definitely have been changes, they are still very much the same at the core. I've tried many different things with them outside a Kirby setting but I always come back to them being this chaotic neutral to evil entity with the same things driving them and like... I guess that just feels comforting, almost? That the character has remained the same despite a bunch of changes... I like that. Like feeling like I'm on the same page as my creations.

Morpho: Morpho is still so mysterious that I am discovering them as I write them; nothing about them is solid and that is fun. I can make shit up and do what I want (this is also my dislike but I'll touch on that in the dislike section). I just have this weird little dude in my hands and that mysterious nature is so fun.

Magolor: I want to marry this egg- In all seriousness. He's cute. He's mischievous. He's smart. He actually got a redemption. I cannot truly tell you one thing I like or love because I adore everything about him. He is by far my favorite character in the series and the bias I feel is unreal. He is my little meow meow. My problematic fave. He can and will commit crimes and I will support him.

Bon: No thoughts head empty. Baby.

Dark Taranza: Ngl one of my top favorite things about DT is how they look. Like, I want them and want to be them. And I definitely write them with that in mind. Obv I don't want to be an arguably evil ruler but like, the vibes, yknow?

Dark Meta Knight: He's an evil asshole that does not give up and I respect him for that. I love edgy characters and he is no different. Exploring the mirror world starts with him and I'm sitting here holding in my hands all these ideas and lore thanks to him existing!!!

DISLIKES

Daroach: He is... so hard to write consistently. It's mostly a skill thing, but he exudes confidence that I naturally do not have so I'm constantly at odds when writing him like... am I appealing to this somewhat pompous but still caring leader or am I writing an asshole that is clearly faking it to make it? I Can't Tell. And like... the fact that he has such conflicting vibes sometimes leave me sitting there squinting at him.

Spinni: She shares a lot of personality traits with Patch at times but... it feels more obnoxious, almost, coming from her? And like, that's the point, she is supposed to have her times being childish and obnoxious. And I enjoy that she is! Again, this is a issue with my own writing confidence.

Storo: He is kinda... boring, almost? Just because he is a mostly normal dude. Kind and caring and the big muscly guy... but it is really hard for me sometimes to go deeper than that. Part of my skill, and lack of canon info, and overall just struggling to gain a lot of inspiration with how little I am given from a design perspective... mind you, I still absolutely love him and wouldn't write him if I didn't want to! Just sometimes I sit here looking at him and go... yeah you sure are existing, bud.

Doc: Similar issues with Storo and most characters I like in that I just have so little to work with coming from canon. I like this sometimes, but other times it makes things really really hard. At least he has an interesting design but also,,, in that I have a guy that I don't feel smart enough to write orz

Galacta Knight: Grabs him. He's a fuckening.... idiot sometimes and another consistency issue cause we get So Little in canon (the most we get is in a non canon game AND REALLY BEYOND HIS INCLUSION IN STAR ALLIES WHERE HE GETS EATEN BY MORPHO HE IS NOT A CANON CHARACTER WHICH AAAAAAAAAAAH-) despite his potential and I'm just. Shaking and vibrating cause I want to make him cool but realistic but he's so old and out of touch and it all mixes to make this fucked up man whose existence is really really hard for me to grasp coherently cause I have so many thoughts all the time!!!!

Patch: Literal problematic fave. Patch, with their canon story but even on here, has some very bad things that they do and I cannot express them to their full extent without getting in trouble and it just. Shakes fists. I wish I could be attached to an OC who isn't like them but I just can't. It's boring. But I still feel stifled when writing them cause of that.

Morpho: Everything about them is vague and my ideas, while some solid, are also mostly vague and fluid so while I enjoy writing them, I am super nervous about it because you guys are getting surprises at the same time I am. There is so much possibility which is fun but also frustrating.

Magolor: Taps my fingers together.... genuinely cannot think of something I don't like about him. Even his bad traits I love. My dislike is I cannot write how much I love him or portray him the way I see him because if I did that it'd be insufferable.

Bon: They are listed as a muse but... that's mostly because they act outside of Patch sometimes? So I guess a dislike is that... I dunno where I rank them in regards to muse or NPC. I need more time to flesh them out in my mind. I gotta rotate them in the microwave for awhile, let em cook, yknow?

Dark Taranza: I have very little to go with with them since their place in canon (non canon?) does not line up at all so I get frustrated trying to come up with stuff sometimes cause I am just... battling my own self doubts about telling canon to fuck off (despite me doing a lot of that with my interpretations in general) while trying to keep to whatever the character is... even if what we have isn't a lot.

Dark Meta Knight: Similar with Patch in that I'm never gonna be able to write and express him the way I want because it just... isn't palpable to a lot of people. And again, I still get most of what I like about him across and enjoy him and am excited to write him more since I haven't really had a chance to.. but I know that I won't get to be as mean with him as really fits.

[tintinwrites]

Sunday Morning With Pedro Characters but I’m Only Slightly an Asshole to the Characters

I love Pedro and everyone’s fics and headcanons for him and I’m kind of nice in this one anyway.

Agent Whiskey

you have brunch every Sunday and yes it is at Denny’s

it’s a little nice, though, listening to the mixed conversations of all the other people in the restaurant as the two of you quietly enjoy a meal

Jack keeps smiling across the table at you and it makes something in you flutter

“You make a man like myself enjoy Sunday morning like a black-bellied whistlin’ duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick.”

you’re not sure how much a black-bellied whistling duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick, but he reaches across the table to hold your hand over your Grand Slam and runs his thumb gently over your skin and you then understand everything about black-bellied whistling ducks

brunch is followed by a drive in that thing he calls a car

sometimes you go back to your or his place and canoodle (his words, not yours), but then there are times when he parks his car in a secluded little spot and you “come across the goods” (HIS WORDS, NOT YOURS) in the backseat

Sunday mornings with him are relaxed, but you are going to end up with your legs above your head thanks to that Southern charm

Comandante Veracruz

he sleeps in for an entire half hour

wakes you up with a smack to the ass so hard you wake up in another dimension

you mumble something to him about being a normal human being as he presses sucking, biting kisses along the side of your neck

“Your breakfast is ready.”

you know exactly what he means don’t even pretend you don’t it’s pressing into your thigh

and you suck his dick bc it’s fun and it makes him real soft afterwards (in two ways!)

he pounds two orgasms out of you with his fingers then gets up to get ready for his day

Sunday mornings with him are sexual obvs and then you lay in bed watching him gel his hair until he pats your ass and tells you to get up

Dave York

he’s never in bed when you wake up and that includes on Sundays

always sitting over a desk working on something that he won’t tell you about

it doesn’t really matter that you’re wearing his favorite sexy little nightgown and pouting in the doorway bc he doesn’t even look at you

“Go for a walk or something, I’m busy.”

you usually end up alone eating bland af eggs bc he doesn’t own seasonings since, and you quote, “Salt is spicy enough.”

but then he comes into the dining room with a self-satisfied smirk and he kisses your temple and takes you over the dining table real quick

do i mean quick

Sunday mornings with him are lonely and then sweaty...so sweaty...you don’t understand how he can sweat so much from thirty seconds of sex

Din Djarin

whatever the Star Wars equivalent of Sunday is, no one is the same with Din

sometimes you’re with him on a hunt for a bounty, sometimes you’re alone on the Razor Crest to watch the Child as he works, and then there are your favorites

no bounties, no running, just a handful of credits and some good food and lodging on the nearest good planet

“He likes it here.”

this is something Din muses as he watches the kid play with other younglings or explore or happily eat a new food

but sometimes you look up to find he’s staring at you as he says it and you wonder if he’s talking about himself without really telling you

you’ll probably tell him you love him on one of these days

Sunday mornings with him are different, but nice just because you’re with him. You especially like the ones where he’s happy and almost calm and let’s you in his room once the Child is asleep

Ezra

you’ve been up for an hour and he’s still passed out, face down in bed, snoring his head off

I don’t know if ‘noon’ exists in this world but that’s when he’ll be up

you’re walking around doing what needs to be done when you see him looking up at you with a little smile

“Your inimitable beauty is even more prominent in this morning light.”

you tell him it’s not morning and roll your eyes when he says he’s hard either way

he seems sleepy but he WILL jump out of bed if you try to walk away and drag you back in with him

yes he eats your pussy without you needing to ask him

Sunday mornings with him are lazy for him as you occupy your time, then both of you stay in bed all lazy until it’s time to go prospecting

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

the only way you’re waking him up before eleven is by wiggling your ass or hips into his dick, depending on the position you were sleeping in

he works hard and Sundays are his day where he does nothing but you

a little sleepy and mumbling things, he’ll take you slowly and sweetly

“G’morning. So beautiful. You like that?”

he’ll make sure you both cum then promptly pass out for another ten minutes

he pads into the kitchen with his hair stuck up all over the place and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck for a few minutes before helping you make breakfast or lunch

you pretty much eat and bang all day

Sunday mornings with him are soft and sensual and the most loving thing e v e r

Javier Peña

you woke up alone before Javi and when you first started sleeping with him

you couldn’t really blame him for being scared of attachments in his line of work. you were scared too

then one day you were shaken from a stakeout and you begged him to stay when he was still inside you, and he started falling asleep in your bed a bit more often

“You need some good dick in the morning?”

he teases you with this when he's sitting up in bed, turned away from you as he takes a drag of a cigarette, and you crawl over to kiss his back

you need him in the morning but you don’t want to scare him off

the two of you usually end up with some sort of pastry or street food for breakfast, which you eat in a comfortable silence

Sunday mornings with him are lonely even when he’s standing right there by the window with a cigarette or a drink, and yet he finally makes your Sundays enjoyable and fulfilling

Marcus Pike

he’s an early riser, but he let’s you sleep as long as you need to when there’s nothing to be done

sometimes he accidentally wakes you up a little when he’s kissing your nose for the eight time and he quickly backs away to let you fall back asleep

he does try to wake you up before noon just to be sure you eat something, presenting you with some kind of breakfast whether he made it or bought it from the nearest cafe

“Hey, sleepyhead. You need to eat something, beautiful.”

you nibble on a doughnut or a bagel as you lean into his chest, and he mostly steals bites because it makes you laugh

morning sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus

okay any sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus because he cares so much about your pleasure but morning sex is so soft and gentle

Sunday mornings with him are like...a breeze on an empty beach with the waves crashing gently on the shore. Perfect. Also he wants to give you a life, and a home, and a family if you want it

Maxwell Lord

wakes up at six AM exactly, works on his hair until seven, and is in a suit and downstairs by 7:15

he reads the paper. the business pages. yes.

you come down to the kitchen at eight and as you gently tell his personal chef what you’d like to eat, he snaps his fingers at them to speed it up

“Someone’s lazy today. Where are my slippers?”

he’s a fuckin jerk but hey he puts his hand on your thigh as you eat breakfast and maybe his thumb rubs little circles sometimes

your Sunday sex is scheduled for 9:30 and he will do it wherever he’s flexible and there’s enough mirrors in the house for it to work for him

the one day of the week he decides you can orgasm tbh

Sunday mornings with him are rich. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s like being married to a rich man in 1954. There’s waffles.

Max Phillips

this man wakes up pretty damn early for a vampire thanks to his executive bullshit

an actual Sim who stands in front of the mirror for an hour practicing his speech

he finds blood to drink somewhere and you just let him as long as it’s not from you

“Selling is service. Service is selling. Sex sells. Oh, hey!”

that’s him realizing you’re standing there and thinking about sex with you

he mentions making a sex tape of the two of you to sell and you ask if he even shows up on film and the boy POUTS

a handjob fixes that tho so

Sunday mornings with him are...interesting.

Oberyn Martell

you’re probably still fucking from Saturday night

I don’t even know if days of the week exist in Game of Thrones thanks

there are other people in the room including Ellaria so it’s not just you and him alone

“I’m starving for you.”

yes he eats pussy for breakfast and someone else is probably sucking on your titties

you’ll probably end up sucking his dick for your own breakfast

and you’ll be riding him too

Sunday mornings with him are like any other morning with him; fuckin’.

Pero Tovar

he wakes up an hour before sunrise

doing men’s work I DO NOT KNOW WHAT MEN DO

you wake up and make him his breakfast because that’s what a good 1100′s wife does

“Good morning, woman.”

he eats like he’s angry at the food but you know he loves it

there wasn’t much to do back then so some good ole baby-making sex is next

then you cook his second breakfast duh

Sunday mornings with him are very Middle Ages.