#look at me flexing my elizabethan era literature knowledge

[sceletaflores]

ahh I love this!! 💖 could I please ask about:

all’s fair in love and viscera…

AND 👀

rode hard (and put away wet)

hi jess! of course you can lovely 💞

all's fair in love and viscera is a play on all's fair in love and war, which is a saying that was originally derived from a novel written by english playwright John Lyle in 1597 titled Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit :)

the original line reads, “The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.”

it's actually one of the few fics i chose a title for after i had finished writing! all i knew is that i wanted to write a mutant that had blood bending abilities, and went from there.

rode hard and put away wet is ALSO a super common saying i stole and "changed it" by adding parentheses lol

it's an expression used among people that ride horses a lot, and my uncle was a professional cowboy (yes he actually was...that's a real thing cause the rodeo is NOT taken lightly in texas lmao) for years when i was younger so that's where i first heard it! it basically means that you took your horse out and didn't give it the proper care before taking it back to the stable.

this is the title of the sex pollen logan fic i've been working on! it thought i sounded fun and dirty and that's literally the only reason i chose it lols

another sneak peek because i can't stop myself :)))

He lets out another growl, his hand moving from your wrist to your forearm, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself but failing miserably. “I can’t—” he grits out through clenched teeth, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His grip tightens, just enough to send a sharp pulse of pain through your arm. “It’s too much. You need to go. Now.” You know you should back off, heed the warning in his eyes, the command in his voice, but something deeper, primal, holds you in place. His scent is getting stronger, thicker, more intoxicating, and it’s starting to affect you too. Every fiber of your being wants to lean into it, to touch him, to give in. The pull of his blood is almost too much, the air between you crackling like live wire. You can feel the tug of it deep within your own body, the drug’s influence bleeding into your connection. It's like a magnet, pulling at you with an almost unavoidable force. You swallow hard, but instead of pulling away, you inch closer. "Logan," you whisper, voice trembling just slightly, but it’s not from fear.

kisses!