#biiteme

          ❝   as someone who does live in a secluded cabin with few responsibilities, i can agree to that. does the age of retirement call to you like it does to me? leave political matters to the younger one, perhaps,  ❞  vikas yawned, fantasizing about hibernating in the tundra like a bear in midwinter.

Ben had woke to a surprise, to say the least. Even though he was always early to rise, Em had never failed to disappear into the night, no matter how late or early. When his eyes opened to find her still curled into him, the most smug grin took hold of his tired lips.  He was going to rub it in. He knew she couldn’t say no to breakfast. Who could?  “I just made a fresh pot.” Ben said with a lazy gesture. --- What would bother her more? His lack of acknowledgement, or how his casual response seemed to imply that waking up next to one another was inevitable?

🚫Are there blogs you just won’t follow or characters you won’t interact with? I don’t interact with marvel blogs. One-- I literally don’t give a shit about the MCU. I’m sick of hearing about it. I was so happy when endgame or whatever the last movie was since I’m honestly not sure came out, bc that meant I could stop hearing about it soon (and then the spinoff shows happened but oh well). I don’t have much attachment to the franchise or the characters since I didn’t grow up with them, movies or comics-wise, so I just have 0 interest in it. Also I’ve seen how toxic the MCU rpc can be and I want nothing to do with it. It may not be fair to individual muns, but as a whole, the MCU rpc is entirely unappealing to me so I don’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Only exception is when a partner that I know and trust starts writing a marvel muse bc I want to support them and the fact that that person is writing this character makes it special.

                ❝    you're going to make me look like my viking father,   ❞    the fledgling mumbled, not that he had any issues with that. his creator was a great being in elysia and vikas could only hope to have a fraction of that greatness. 

Whatever we do here? D’Ablo laughs, sitting across her and making himself right at home. Not that he doesn’t have any reason not to be--she’s the stranger here. Don’t put yourself down like that. You know what all your councils do. This one is no different.

“Aim, throw your best shot right at me 'cause pain, I can take it easily. Did you really think I'd fall to my knees?”  

           enrico chuckled softly and lifted his gaze to hers.   ❝   how about we keep this between us and not worry your mother. here, i’ll help you back to v bar.  ❞

“You know that cat people have a smell, right? They literally smell like cats even when they don’t own one.”