my favourite thing is waking up in my best friend’s house ( @myhiraeth ) and just chilling together 🥺
I’m watching Hercules (don’t judge me) and Fox would 110% sell her soul Meg-style to save her s.o. only for them to leave her but also so would (in order of fastest to slowest to decide) :
Louis is HIGHLY dependent on the partner in question. He might decide to do it impulsively in a split second, he may not decide to at all (esp if the other would never find out) so Louis is a crapshoot (who’s surprised lol)
Blaise is a hard no. He’d sell his soul to GET something, but not for anyone beside himself.
I’d LOVE to see Circe in a situation like that but ngl I’m struggling because we all know she’s probably the one you’re selling TO and she’d highkey NEVER let herself anywhere near anyone enough to like or love again lollll ........ but if anyone wants to try I’d be down once I figure out life and return to writing (’m trying I swear y’all)
And all the boys say she was sent from the heavens,
But I'm not too sure that this girl is a blessing…
She's got the devils eyes and they'll cut you like a weapon,
She's stuck in my mind like a bad obsession.
My Muses ft. VICES
Jason: brutality ( & fast food )
Mr. Right - a rocket to the moon
My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny
He doesn't make a dime all day
And all her girlfriends' boyfriends make money
What more can I say?
He never made it through a day of school
The only thing he studied was you
He knows your body better than you do
Maybe I'm your Mr. Right
Baby, maybe I'm the one you like
Maybe I'm a shot in the dark
And you're the morning light
Maybe this is sad but true
Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose
You could be the best of me
When I'm the worst for you
My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, running
To catch the bus to meet
To meet up with the boyfriend's girlfriend
She's such a sight to see
The moment he laid eyes on you he knew
The only wish he wanted came true
He knows he's lucky that he met someone like you
@curaetive sent: [ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss /lou
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She was draped across his body, hers perfectly flush against his so she wasn't touching any of the bed beneath his back. His arms were wrapped around her waist and they were talking in between kisses and wandering hands, laziness the tone of the day. Lazy lips, lazy tongues, lazy hands, lazy thoughts. Both of them were on most of the time but in the rare moments like this, they both calmed and things were almost ambrosial.
She leaned in and brushed the tip of her nose against his, making him laugh and nip at her. One of his arms tightened before she could pull away and he rolled them over so she was beneath him, pinned between his hands on the bed on either side of her. He licked his lips but when he dipped his head to hers, all he did was brush his nose back against hers, a laugh still rumbling in his throat like a growl.
@noblehcart sent: [ caress ] +[ tilt ] AK GO buuuuut remember the multiverse crossover jason and liesel??????????
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His hands move so quickly that one might assume they're tight on each of her cheeks, but whenever he touches her it's only gently. It's not something he has to think about, it's instinctive in his hands to be soft with her. But there is desperation in the way he presses his lips to her forehead, the way he tilts her head up to catch her eyes. "I will NEVER let anyone hurt you, you know that right? Not even some cheap knockoff version of me." He doesn't like the way the Arkham Knight watches Liesel. Even behind a mask he's expressive enough to betray the intensity he watches her with and Jason doesnt' like it ( and also wonders if he too is so readable behind a mask ). "I'll kill him before I let him near you." It was bravado, a threat some part of him knew he couldn't deliver on- whoever he was in this dimension or multiverse or whatever- Arkham Knight was ten times as damaged as he was ( who'dve thought he could ever say that ) and ten times more armed and dangerous. But the threat slips out anyway- if he had to die trying to keep her safe, he was fine with that.
@allegxry sent: [ back ] - to hug your muse from behind - Seth doing the hugging to Circe lol
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She hadn't meant it to be a request, the meeting of their eyes beyond the conversation she found herself in. It wasn't Seth's fault she liked his presence so much. She liked the other students well enough, even if her home life wasn't exactly conducive to making or keeping friends. Seth though... Seth seemed determined in that smiling, soft way of his to befriend her and despite herself, she'd let him. He didn't pry, didn't force himself into her space, and laughed when she'd brushed him off of touching her early on by claiming he ran too hot for her cool blood to handle.
Somewhere along the line she'd stopped minding the heat. Somewhere along the way she'd started finding a comfort in it because it meant Seth. Safe, comforting, Seth.
She'd lost sight of him when she returned to the conversation, but it wasn't a few seconds after excusing herself from the others that arms were wrapping around her and the instinctive shock of fear gave way immediately to the way she relaxed back into the warmth of his hug, let her hands come up to rest on his arms to keep them in place. "Well hello, my favorite space heater." She teased. "I hope you didn't leave anyone interesting to come say hi to me."
HAPPY WORLD TURTLE DAY FROM YOUR FAVORITE TURTLE LOVING DISASTER CHILD, LOUIS WARREN!!!!
someone tell circe she can’t ask for betrothed plots until I finish the owed starters I owe bc this chick isn’t listening to me lmao
@headstrongblake gets a plotted thing
Sometimes he found himself counting days until Nicklas was back or he was sent back to the neighboring kingdom. Sometimes he even felt himself waiting for himself to be sent to battle, if only because his father wouldn't be anywhere near him and Nicklas would undoubtedly be there. They weren't conquerors by nature, Nicklas and himself. They were content with what they had and while fierce at protecting their joined kingdoms, rarely did the two of them lead their armies beyond their own borders. It was a simple thing for them- protect their own but don't take from others. Live and let live. A concept neither of their fathers' understood but their fathers weren't in the trenches of war so fuck them.
Styxx and Nick would handle the battles as they see fit.
Today wasn't a battle, it was simply a banquet. Only slightly less fearsome than battle, in his opinion. "Adelphós ." He greets Nick warmly, his native term for brother slipping from his tongue. He has a brother, he knows that even if Nicklas doesn't, though things are going to get quite awkward if Ash does end up coming home as the servants rumor. But he hasn't seen Ash since they were six. For all intents, Nick's as much a brother as his own blood. "Enjoying yourself?" He teases.
@allegxry con’t from [ here ]
He's hesitant to touch the other just yet- unsure if he wants to be touched when they'd both come so close to dying, unsure he'd be welcome when Seth was recovering from shifting out of being a wolf and realizing he was still alive and unclothed on top of it. So it's a soft, barely-there touch to the boy's arms he tries to gain Seth's attention, reassure him that they're alright, they're alive. He can breathe again.
Seth's hands come up to cup Styxx's face and he smiles, reaching to cover Seth's hand with his, press it more firmly against his cheek. It takes a second, but it's easy to tell when the adrenaline of the fight crashes and Seth falls against him, arms tight around his neck and despite the bared skin, Styxx is quick to wrap his arms around the other, whispering words that flicker between reassuring English and his native Greek. "You're okay, adelfouli- we're okay." His hand reaches to stroke through Seth's hair comfortingly. "I'm glad you left. Some rubble isn't going to kill me, rest easy. You were right to protect yourself, lykidéfs. You made the right choice." If all his attempts to circumvent his and his brother's curse hadn't done the trick by now, he was confident some rocks weren't going to be the end of him. "Are you hurt?" That alone was more important to him than his own injuries he'd need to see to later. Nothing was bleeding out- he'd be fine a while longer.
An arranged marriage au where Circe and her prospect are chatting about spousal expectations and all she can come up with is “idk a spouse that doesn’t hit me would be nice 🤷🏻♀️ ”
Please have this example from Styxx’s book: