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[waterisms-blog1]

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send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

Morgan hadn’t expected to see Lucius standing in the doorway, raising a brow. “If you’re here to check on me, I promise I’m sober. Really only hungover. And your face isn’t helping my headache.” Their frown grew deeper as the boy sat on the edge of their bed. “Can I help you?”

[sadiepratt-blog1]

‡ (even though they have yet to meet but he keeps hearing about her in all these other threads so SOON)

“ What? No, it’s private shit. I haven’t made it my goal to get published for a reason, ” Sadie argued, snatching her journal and holding it close to her chest, quickly moving away from the blond and climbing to the middle of her bed as if that would keep his prying eyes away from her writing. Not that she was at all insecure about it--- she simply had only ever shared her stories with Beau. It felt like a private thing between her and her little brother. That was understandable, right? Clearly not, as Lucius had perched himself at the end of her bed, some sort of lecture leaving his mouth that Sadie had no intention of listening to. “ God, fine, ” she interrupted finally, “ I’ll let you read one. Be nice. ”

[milopomme-blog]

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Milo’s head was entirely lost in the book that sat upon his crossed legs, pages only illuminated by the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table. So lost, in fact, that he hardly noticed when the conversation died down in the living room, and gave only an acknowledging hum at the knock that came from his bedroom door. Only once the bed dipped down beside him did he finally pull his thoughts from the pages, eyes travelling immediately to the figure beside him. A crease formed between his brows as he debated whether or not to ask, finally deciding that Lucius looked far too exhausted to give him a straight answer even if he did. With a quiet exhale, he instead pushed himself further toward the edge of the bed to give the blond more space, plucking one of the many pillows supporting his back and offering it in the other’s direction. Gaze travelling back to his book, he quietly began reading the passage out loud.

[flightlcssvidia-blog]

@luciusharper

It was Friday, the start of the weekend and Vidia was twenty-two, a pretty girl in the prime of her life. …and on her way home to settle in for the night. She just wanted to close her door and leave Charming and all her responsibilities on the other side of it and kick her feet up — maybe even treat herself to a bubble bath, a true Friday night excitement highlight. Playoff time was always the worst at the tavern and Vidia was thisincrediblyclose to removing every television in the establishment until the damned thing was over if even one more fight broke out. Hell, maybe next time she should jump into the fray and bust a few heads together. It wouldn’t exactly be very managerial of her but damn, would it make her feel better.

She had let her hair down on the walk home, her shirt eventually meeting a somewhat likewise fate as she unbuttoned a few top buttons to feel a bit of post-work freedom as she made a mental list of everything she wanted to do when she got home. Change out of the outfit she had worn to work, find something to eat and browse for something mindless to tune into on Netflix for a few hours or maybe she could curl up and thumb her way through more of Old Mal Manor. She had promised Lucius that the moment she finished it, a feat she was close to achieving, she would give him a brutally honest ‘Vidia Critique’ and finishing it up would give her reason to see him…a reason she apparently didn’t need…

“Look, a cute stray as turned up on my front porch!” Laughing as she came up the front walk, she gave him a smile in greeting as she propped a foot up on the step his feet were planted on, eyebrow raising a little at the sight of him. Vidia had no idea why he was there but she certainly wasn’t going to shoo him off her stoop in favor of her previously longed for solo Friday night. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hm? Come to see about some shrunken heads or did you just miss me?” Voice dropping a little as if it was a scandalous idea, her smile twitched a little higher.

[brittiism-blog]

☢ ♚

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.

Britt definitely doesn’t think of Lucius as an enemy - but maybe that’s because she’s a bit too oblivious to think that anyone is her enemy. And while she’s usually conditioned herself to think of everyone as a possible lay, the thought hasn’t occurred to her, at least when it comes to Lucius. He may be an acquaintance for now, but he seems to be on his way towards the friend category.

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at.

Definitely at wiggling his ears. That’s something that hasn’t disappeared from her mind. But she supposes he’s good at writing. After all, he’s published isn’t he?

[megxrx-blog]

‡ (because they get along SO well)

Couldn’t a girl get a minute of peace around this town without someone waking her? Meg knew she was sleeping in public, having taken up a remote corner of the cafe, the brunette sprawled out in booth by herself, but she didn’t care. Meg had been up late, first working the late shift at Siren’s, followed by a personal visit from Hale himself. That alone had taken a good hour or so, hammering out the details of what she was to do next. She had thought that people would take up the tables in the front of the shop before bothering to come back. Apparently she’d thought wrong. Grunting, she looked up to see who had dared sit at her feet, bouncing the booth itself, swatting at her shoes. Of fucking course. Sitting up, Meg glared at Lucius. “There’s this concept called personal space. Ever hear of it?”

[madeline-morris-blog]

☼ - Camping with them, ✚ - Bandaging their wound, ❇ - Stargazing with them (For Robin!) and ♞ - Playing a game with them, ❄ - Staying close to them to keep warm (For Lucius!!)

 -Under Readmore for length … I couldn’t stop myself and I apologize (also mentions of injury and blood)-

♞ - Playing a game with Lucius

Madeline had been busy helping to organize the file for her father’s new case when her mother stepped through the threshold and wrapped her arms around her daughter’s shoulders. “You at a good stopping point, Kit?” She asked pressing a kiss to the top of her daughter’s head. “Sure- what’s up?” Mads said, shooting a grin up to her mother. “Lucius is here, and he’s a bit too quiet today.” Her mother explained, winking to her daughter in a knowing manner. “Perfect.” Mads agreed, getting to her feet and walking with her mother out of the study and down the hall to where Lucius was waiting on the couch, his feet dangling a little ways above the ground. Lucius was one of her mom’s cases, but he was also one of Madeline’s favorites. She would just as easily watch over and protect him forever if given the opportunity. “Lulu?” Madeline called, her smile brightening when his head snapped up and he looked hopefully towards the sixteen-year-old. For a five-year-old, Lucius was easily one of the quietest kids she had ever met. Which only meant Madeline had to entice the smiles and giggles from him- a task she was more than happy to undergo. Slipping up beside him on the couch, Mads immediately reached for him to bring him onto her lap, his bright blue eyes never leaving hers. “Mah-line?” He whispered, wrapping his hands around one of hers. Without a second thought, Madeline flipped him onto his back and lifted his little t-shirt, blowing raspberries all over his stomach until he was shaking and squealing in laughter. “Are you a silly little boy, Lulu?” Madeline asked, missing her mother snapping a quick picture of the two before silently leaving the room. “Who’s a silly little boy?” “Mah-line!” “Me?” She called, laughing at his accusation. “Never!” She replied, fixing his shirt back down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Would you like to play a game, silly Lulu?” She asked, nodding to the floor where they usually begin. Wiggling in her lap, Lulu slid off her knees and went to the floor, his grin unmistakable. “What shall we play?” She asked, moving to stand before him and crouching down to his level. “Hide and seek?” She offered, remembering his fondness for the game. “Yah!” He said, practically wiggling in excitement at the idea. “Alright, I’ll hide first. You find me.” Madeline encouraged, waiting until he began to nod to step back a little, Lucius trying to follow her. “Uh-uh-uh,” she paused, holding out a finger. “You stay here. Put your hands over your eyes, and count to five, ok? Then come find me.” Waiting until his hands slipped over his eyes, Madeline bee-lined for the couch, jumping over it as he ended his choppy counting. He too headed straight for the couch, his peeking telling him all he needed to know about where Madeline would be. Once he rounded the couch’s side, Madeline opened her arms wide and cheered, pulling him in for a tight hug and little kisses all around his head. “You did it, Lulu! You found me!” She cried, happy to hear his giggling pick up again. “Alright, it’s your turn now, Lulu. You go hide and I’ll count.” Planting one last kiss on his forehead, Madeline dutifully covered her eyes and counted up to ten, her happiness buzzing through her. Once she reached the highest number, she immediately popped her head above the couch and looked around, instantly seeing his little feet sticking out from behind a curtain. Humming lightly to herself, Madeline took her time going around the room, calling out places and ignoring the little giggles that continued to resound from the curtain. “Hmmmm,” she mused, pulling up another cushion from the chair by the windows. “He’s not in the chair… I have no idea where my sweet little Lulu could be!” She called out, tapping her chin inquisitively as his little feet began to dance under the curtain. “What is this? Is my curtain moving?” She gasped, feigning shock as she drew back the fabric and found her little guy smiling and jumping at her legs. “Lulu! It’s you!” “Mah-line! Mah-line!” He cried in triumph, excited as she lifted him up and held him by her face. “You and I, little guy. We’re going to stay together, alright? And I promise that I will always find you.” She swore, feeling her heart warm at his sloppy kiss on her cheek. This was one of the rare kids who stole Madeline’s heart and left an impression of himself in its place.

❄ - Staying close to Lucius to keep him warm

The storm that passed through Charming left a stiff breeze in its wake, chilling anyone who had been caught in the downpour to immediately feel the cold in their bones. Madeline hadn’t thought twice about grabbing an umbrella that morning, sure that she would make it home before the rain. Once she looked out her window and saw the downpour, she could do nothing more than secure her files in her briefcase, gulp down her irrational fears, and walk through the sheets knowing it wouldn’t make a difference if she ran or walked. Besides, with the way her knees shook at every crack of thunder, it wouldn’t have been smart to attempt a run. It wasn’t until she rounded the corner of her street that she became aware of someone coming towards her, his figure undeniably familiar. Squinting through the deluge, she knew it was a man, skinnier, moving with a simple grace. All at once it hit her and she smiled, speeding up to meet him half-way. “Lucius! What are you doing out in this rain?” She admonished, shielding her eyes as she took in her son. “I could ask the same thing,” he called back, grinning towards her. Ignoring the shakiness of her hands from her shot nerves, Madeline jutted her chin for home and wrapped an arm around him. “C’mon, for someone who’s already cold this won’t help you any.” She reasoned, quickly dragging him up her steps and into the comfort of her home. Ignoring the the puddle that already began to form underneath them both, Madeline dropped her briefcase to the ground and tugged off his rain coat before dragging him to the sofa and throwing him a blanket. “Time for you to warm up,” she explained, visibly flinching at the new round of thunder. “I’ll make some tea.” “Or…” he started, walking over to her and throwing the blanket around her wet shoulders. “You can sit with me and relax for five seconds.” He knew as much as she did that storms never sat well with Madeline. A piece of her parents’ death she could never overcome; a fear of storms. “C’mon, you said it yourself I need to warm up,” he reasoned, grateful when she seemed to relent and move with him to the couch. When they finally sank down onto the cushions, Madeline sighed and tilted her head over to rest on him, tugging the blanket closer up around them with one hand and maneuvering her arm around him at the same time. “Thanks Lulu,” she murmured, knowing this was for his benefit as much as it was for hers. “I’m still making you that tea.”“Yeah yeah, just stay here for a second, alright?” He asked, leaning into her warmth. Smiling, Madeline let them sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, her hand sketching idle patterns into his shoulder. “I love you Lulu,” she murmured quietly, keeping her eyes on the picture frame of the two of them. “Love you too, Mom.”

☼ - Camping with Robin

It had been Robin’s idea to go camping- something Madeline could attest to not having done since college. Apparently the idea of such a length of time without a tent in sight sent him into a small shock. That Friday he kidnapped her from work, allowed her to grab a few clothes from her closet, and then brought her right out into Lord-knows-where in the woods. And that was that. This was all practically Robin’s backyard, so she didn’t ask a single question through the hike, merely joking and laughing with him as they reached his intended spot. “Alright, I’m chopping wood, think you can handle the tent?” He teased, knowing Madeline would either get it up or die trying. Shaking her head at his challenge, she dropped her bag and reached for the tent, levelling him a look. “I may be a little rusty, but I think I can handle a tent.” She reasoned, almost waiting for him to come up with a comment back. When it didn’t come, she smiled towards him and went to work, the tent being assembled after only a few mistakes and housing what made up Madeline’s closet for the weekend. With that done, she sat on a log and watched him chop wood. After shedding his overshirt, he began to work, his movements holding her focus until he started to laugh and paused in his chopping. “You enjoying the show?” He asked, his happiness fusing with Madeline’s. “I thought I’m terribly sorry Ranger Rick- I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to watch the show. And here I was thinking you were trying to teach me some camping skills.” She teased, standing to her feet and moving up beside him in challenge. “You want to try?” He chuckled, offering her the axe. Smile in place, Madeline rolled her eyes and mimicked his actions by unbuttoning her flannel and stripping down to her t-shirt underneath. “Where am I aiming for, exactly?” She questioned, taking the axe from the very amused ranger. “Look for a crack, and try to hit it there. Or y’know, straight down the center,” he offered, using his hands to rotate her until she was in proper form. “Strike when ready, Madelicious.” Robin teased, moving out of range. Letting out a quick laugh, she aimed and struck the wood, a few inches from center. “Well that’s disappointing,” she mused, putting her foot on top of the wood as leverage to release the axe. Trying again, she aimed for the same crack, finally splitting it into two slightly uneven pieces. “Not bad for your first try,” Robin piped in, a proud smile crossing his face as he took the axe from her and wrapped her in a quick hug, his lips meeting hers. Once they separated, he continued to look down at her, a crooked smile meeting a beaming one from her. “You have anything else to teach me?” She asked, a brow cocked in challenge, her hand moving up to cup his cheek. “Madelight, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He promised, dropping the axe behind him with a dull ‘thud’ as she leaned up to kiss him once more. 

✚ - Bandaging Robin’s wound

“I have no idea how you managed this,” Madeline said, her head shaking in disbelief as she stared at his torn up arm. There were deep scratches and random bite marks scattered across its length, the blood drying on some spots and still oozing out of others. “Y’know, I’m a mystery Madelight. I surprise even myself sometimes.” He offered, shifting slightly and biting his tongue to stop from wincing. The badger had certainly had its way with Robin, despite his best attempts at dodging or stopping its attack. Someone had to save it from the trap, and he figured it may as well be him. Letting out a heavy sigh, Madeline got to work preparing her supplies. “You’re not going to have a fun time with the disinfectant,” she warned, holding the bottle aloft and moving to stand beside him rather than at his feet. “On three?” She suggested, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead as a sort of apology before grabbing a part of his arm unravaged and offering him a sympathetic grimace. “One,” she began, not bothering to wait and simply washing his arm in the clear liquid, and gently rubbing it into the deeper cuts feeling him tense and mutter quiet curses. “I thought it’d be worse if I got to three,” she said as a substitute for an apology, pressing another small kiss on his cheek. He was shaking worse now, which she knew was part of her fault. “I’m sorry.” She offered, feeling him shake his head at the apology. “You’re the one helping me, Madevine. I’m fine, or on the way to being there, at least.” He said, his mouth twisting into a bittersweet smile. “Keep going- worst is over, I presume. Unless you got some pliers or needles in that bag, then this is gonna get a whole lot more unpleasant.” Taking a small breath, Madeline returned to her work, bandaging up his arm and working to make sure the bleeding stopped before offering him some Tylenol and water. He took both dutifully, tossing back the pills and chasing them with water before he simply looked up at her, smiling. “What? Do I have blood somewhere on me?” She asked, looking down at her clothing, trying to make sure she wasn’t a mess. “Nah, you’re good. Just… can’t thank you enough. Wouldn’t have been too keen to that alone.” “I like to think we make a pretty good team,” Madeline reasoned, her tension easing when he pulled her down beside him on his camper couch. “One of the best,” he agreed. “Do I want to know how you got those battle scars, Ranger Danger?” She asked, moving closer and sliding an arm up his back, rubbing idle circles down its length. “So it all started…” he began, his eyes twinkling with the story. 

❇ - Stargazing with Robin 

Pressing her palm into his, Madeline followed dutifully alongside Robin, trying not to jump at every crack or murmur the forest made. If Robin was confident enough to do this, then she trusted him to not lead her into a dangerous area. It didn’t necessarily calm her racing heart, but that was just a side effect of being with him, it would seem. “You said stargazing… Robin I don’t mean to dampen your plans here, but we’re in the middle of a forest. I feel like it’s a little hard to stargaze with branches in the way.” She reasoned, jumping at another sound and ultimately giving up by just grabbing his arm and holding onto it instead of his hand. “You alright, Madelight?” He couldn’t resist the rhyme, it seemed. “Just peachy… just a little…” She couldn’t seem to find the right word. “A little? … what? On edge? He suggested, pressing a kiss against the side of her head. He tried to choose a night that was a little lighter on purpose, but nothing too close to the full moon. “We’re almost there. Just around this bend here,” he promised. Once they rounded it, Madeline gasped and paused, looking between him and the clearing. In the middle sat a small blanket, lanterns placed all around it, a few blankets and pillows beside it, and a tiny basket on the far corner. “Robin Hewitt…” She breathed out, turning to face him with a touched smile. “You told me you never went stargazing. It’s the least I could d-” She cut him off with a kiss, leaning on the tips of her toes to reach him properly on the uneven terrain. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Robin.” She whispered, running a hand through his hair and down to his cheek, giving him another quick kiss before returning to his side. “I feel like I should mention we may also get a small surprise. If I planned all of this right.” He mused, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walked towards the little picnic. “Please tell me John won’t be making an appearance,” Madeline teased, remembering how he supposedly helped women get closer to him through his scare antics. Laughing, Robin shook his head and glanced down to her. “Nah, he’s got his own engagement tonight. I’m hoping for something a bit more special.” He promised, the pair of them finally reaching the blanket. Once they settled down, lanterns off with Madeline nestled close to his side and her arm draped over his chest, she finally got to see his surprise. Not only were the stars incredibly from their spot in the middle of the woods, but the firefly display they were greeted with was a spectacle of its own. 

[oldcharminghq]

Congratulations MESITA! You have been accepted as ROBIN HEWITT with a(n) CHARLIE HUNNAM FC. You have 24 hours to send in your character’s account. We look forward to seeing you on the dash! @luciusharper

[oldcharminghqgossip]

favorite friendships?

Is it too early to say @luciusharper‘s disgruntled responses to a drunk @waterisms have the makings of a cute friendship? Cause I don’t care even if it is.

[waterisms-blog1]

💋 5 🦇

send 💋 + a number to kiss my muse! — on the neck.

Morgan sighed softly as Lucius kissed her neck. How they had gotten into this position, Morgan wasn’t sure. But somehow they had ended up in their bedroom, Lucius on top of them. They laced their fingers into his hair, tugging him away gently. “You don’t have to be the only giver here.”

[flightlcssvidia-blog]

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↳ with @luciusharper

morticia + gomez.

[flightlcssvidia-blog]

‡ :D oops I mean :|

send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.

Ever since becoming the sole occupant inhabiting the four walls of the once shared home, Vidia had been considering adopting some sort of dog - a watchful eye, a guard against whatever went bump in the night ( a companion ) but as she heard her bedroom door creak open, she knew that at least while Lucius was crashing over she didn’t need one. After all, he was also capable of filling the exact same needs as a guard dog and would hopefully savagely bite any Babadook, Sadako or Debbie Jellinsky that tried coming for her blood.

Then again, Lucius could have very well been added to that list himself and not just because if he was in a Pugsy sort of mood he could be coming in to smother her with her abundance of comfy, perfectly fluffed and arranged pillows. No, he too could very well come for her blood at any given moment and the thought of that should have made her leap from the bed when she felt the other side give way to his weight or at the very least cause her spine to lock up and her shoulders to stiffen and not left her feeling indifferent to the real and true danger he posed. And she certainly shouldn’t have rolled from her normal curled up position in order to face him and untuck the part of her blanket she had been laying on in her small huddled cocoon in order to offer him a side of blanket.

But she did.

Because despite any threat that he could possibly be, he was someone that she was growing to trust more and more every day and when Vidia decided to trust someone, it was for good reason - plus, she trusted Sadie enough to sleep over and her and Lucius were in the same boat, weren’t they? Besides, it’s not like Lucius would ever go as far as to hurt her if he did ever slip and bite her - who would make his faux drinks and save his laptop from many a Den Brawl if he did??

❝ So, what’ll it be? ❞ The corner of her lips pushed upwards a little as she adjusted herself better, pulling a pillow under her head more and away from any potential smothering hands. ❝ Pugsley or Joel Glicker? ❞

[flightlcssvidia-blog]

answer: D) All of the above

❤ Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked.

If it came up or just happened to happen I do believe she would. It’s almost like they’ve set themselves into place where it could luckily not harm the friendship if they did hook up with their jokes about Wednesday and Joel Glicker as an excuse to fall back on if they need one. Not that they would but with Vidia and Lucius they would both probably think they need one to give the other. Plus, although you would probably have to pull teeth to get her to admit it, she can’t deny that she finds Lucius attractive.

✉ What would they say in a love letter to your muse.

Mon Cher,Roses are red, violets are blueVampires legitimately suck but even if you weren’t one you still would boo.Love always,Cara Mia

☼ What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear.

She has her reasons of needing to see him in a black and white stripped shirt and black shorts.

£ If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it.

Vidia definitely never expects anyone to pay for anything for her so she’s one to pay her own ways on dates except on some occasions but she has a feeling that if they ever did go out on a date or even did something together, Lucius would try to beat her to the punch.

★ What their favorite thing is about your muse.

“Ew, nothing.” Which roughly translates to just about everything that she knows about him thus far. She feels a strangely calming sense of security around him and feels like she can be herself around him and not have to always rely on snark and sarcasm to make it through the day.

♚ What my muse thinks your muse is good at.

Vidia is currently reading his Roanoke colony set novel and she’s beyond hooked. At first it was just to check it out since writing is what she knows Lucius loves doing but once she started in bed one night, it started turning up under the bar at the tavern for her to thumb through during breaks and lulls. His way with words captivates her in normal conversation at times but they have a way of making her feel placed in the story when on a page. She does wish she had known him when he was writing it because it’s totally missing a threat to scalp and burn the entire colony./

♋ Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon.

Despite cozying up to a vampire and teasing him ruthlessly on almost the daily, Vidia doesn’t have a current death wish so she would have to be the big spoon. Although, despite what popular belief would probably be, Vidia loves being the little spoon.

♒ How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

“Don’t tell him I said so but he’s kind of ineffable.”

☢ If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.

Duh, total enemy. Nah, she cares deeply about him and considers him one of her closest friends if not her best friend. BUT she is starting to realize she may or may not be developing some type of feelings for him but she’s trying to sort through them and tell herself it’s just because they are growing closer as friends and nothing more. She does have to blank face to avoid smiling like an idiot when Lucius smiles or laughs though so there’s THAT trouble

✘ What one thing they would change about your muse.

There’s not really anything Vidia thinks needs changing about him. Lucius is Lucius and that’s why she cares about him so much. Not even the fact he could turn her into a midnight snack is worth changing because his vampirism is just another thing that makes him who he is.

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now

I think she’s quite close to starting to kiss him on the cheek in greeting or as a goodbye and also just in general. There are moments though that I think she gets that little itch to really kiss him but she knows that right now, it’s best to push that down. He’s too good of a friend to risk. You know, unless he’s being 💋Joel Glicker 💋.

[brittiism-blog]

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Britt sat on her bed, glancing through the book that Beau had loaned her,the one that apparently this guy had written. The bed dipped and she glanced up, the author now choosing to sit on her bedspread. “You’re talented, you know that right? Though I have to be honest,” she paused, skimming quickly through the book, pages flipping by quickly as she ran her thumb against the edges of the pages. “I think there’s a lot of symbolism in here or something…. and I don’t get it. Do they actually die? And why do all the lights go out when they do?”

[madeline-morris-blog]

Dedicated to her children: @luciusharper, @flynnaganrider , & @babesreyes

[oldcharminghqgossip]

Is Vidcius a thing

@flightlcssvidia and @luciusharper am I missing out on something? Please share? And wow what would the other fairies think Vids?