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Top 5 : Hairdos
Basic Bitch Classics Time!
1. Did I brush my hair today? who knows, not me!
2. messy bun
3. ponytail of some kind
4. curled it with a flat iron and slept on it for three days
5. cute updo I learned on a youtube video that I use for every single formal event forever and ever amen
Day 10’s fic is ‘I Wanna Be Your Gillfriend’ by @helmistress, with accompanying art by @aerislulu !
Click here to read on ao3!
For being so nice and cute, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful. ♡
Thank you for taking the time to send this!
I’ll pass on sending it on as an ask but I WILL tag people instead because so many ❤️’s for them and ALL of their muses!!
@irishais / @hartofbalamb / @meldaciomartyr / @pelnaxkhara / @misplacedheroics / @loqis / @littlexsisterxulric / @faintvalour / @gingersmiith / @sxrtis / @leidemechanic / @infideliis
Think that’s a few more than ten but hey ho, there we go!
Heads up for all my Discord Friends:
I got deleted and had to make a new account. I’m called Astro still, but the #is #6303. Please message me so I can add you again! I’m going to tag all the people I know I had on my list but I’m sure I might forget some! Not intentional I assure you! ;
@helmistress | SEND “DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON…?” AND A NAME AND MY MUSE WILL ADMIT WHETHER THEY LIKE THAT PERSON OR NOT!
>> "Do you have a crush on Seifer, Quistis?" ~inquiring minds would like to know
Quistis adjusts her glasses to the level of the nose bridge, thus hiding her face a little. "Of course not. What a question."
12. things you said when you thought i was asleep. & Ororo/Logan (because I can damnit. lol) [Also, I love how you write them!]
I’m sorry if this sucks, because I’m rusty. I tweaked this prompt a little but might do something else with it.
The faint indent in the now-cooled sheets irked her for a moment before Ororo felt the rush of concern for Logan’s absence. She peeled back the covers and pulled on his abandoned shirt left crumpled on the floor, still smelling his scent in its soft, gray folds. She summoned a gust of wind that snatched open the skylight windows and pulled her off her feet, up from her loft. Judging from the position of the moon in the sky, she could tell it was about three AM. The stars twinkled a greeting but gave her no answers as to where Logan went. She lingered a moment, feeling the gusts lifting her hair and cool her overheated skin. He wasn’t out on the grounds. His Harley Davidson sat just inside the edge of the garage door.
“All right, then,” she mused. “Maybe the den.”
She drifted down, landing soundlessly on bare feet, and she crept down the stairs, Ororo heard faint snores through the doors as she moved through the hallway. As she reached the ground floor, she smelled cigar smoke wafting through the air.
Logan heard the creak of the mattress when she woke and sighed to himself. Of course she’d come looking for him and expect answers. The Haagen-Daas container of vanilla ice cream yawned open on the table next to him next to his empty, sticky bowl while the cigar burned slowly to ash in the glass tray. The thought of a beer hadn’t appealed to him, somehow, and his girlfriend’s habits had begun to rub off on him ever since they became open about their relationship. This was both old and new, never a matter of “if” so much as “when.” Ororo seeped into his cracks and hollows until he couldn’t remember feeling whole without her.
“Is there anymore?” Her tone wasn’t accusing. Without looking up at her, Logan turned and retrieved a bowl from the cupboard. He scooped a generous amount of the melting goodness into it while she pulled up a chair. She smirked up at him, all tousled hair and puffy eyes. Logan smirked back at the sight of his faded shirt molded to her curves, long brown legs sprawled under the kitchen table. They’d been wrapped around him not even three hours prior. Logan slid the bowl in front of her and bent down for a brief kiss, earning himself her faint chuckle.
“Figured you wouldn’t appreciate me finishin’ it off, darlin.”
“I knew there was a reason we got along so well.”
“That ain’t the only reason, ‘Ro.”
She dug into the ice cream, humming appreciatively over it, sucking every drop from the spoon. Logan felt his manhood twitch again in response to the tip of her pink tongue cleaning the white cream from her plump, lower lip.
“What kept you up?”
“Eh.” He shrugged noncommittally. Ororo quirked her brow.
“Eh?” she repeated.
“Nothin’ much.”
“Okay.”
Logan sighed. He rubbed his nape and leaned back in his seat, giving her a strange, heavy look.
“Anyone ever tell ya that ya talk in yer sleep, darlin’?”
Her next spoonful of ice cream hovered just short of her mouth. “Not… up until now. Why?” Then she set it down. “What’s wrong?”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong. Just… maybe it ain’t even worth mentioning.”
“What’s not worth mentioning?”
“Do ya ever still wish you were with Forge?”
Ororo’s brows drew together and she straightened up in her seat. “Hell, no.”
Logan’s eyebrows twitched up. “Ever?”
“Logan. Don’t doubt for a second that that particular ship has sailed. It’s never drifting back into the port.”
“Ya said his name last night.”
Ororo huffed.
“Well, ya did.”
“I dreamed about him,” she admitted. “Anna asked me about him the other day. She wanted to know if his old sub-routine that he programmed into the Danger Room was still on the database. I hadn’t even thought about him in I don’t even know how long until she brought him up.”
Logan grunted. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Eh?”
“Is it?”
Her voice held a faint lilt of annoyance. Logan sighed again.
“But ya dreamt about him.”
“Bits and snatches.” She went back to her ice cream, but her posture was wary, not the easy, casual slump of only minutes before. “It wasn’t happy.”
“How much do ya remember of it?”
“It was the night we met. Sometimes, I still think about it.”
“Ya never talk about it.”
“You never asked. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight.”
“Bells didn’t ring, huh?”
“I woke up in his loft. I couldn’t feel my connection to the earth. Rain was pouring outside, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.” Her laugh was raw and self-deprecating. “That wouldn’t be a problem for anyone else.”
“Guess not, darlin.”
“He was charming. Polite. Deferential. And guilty. That should have been a red flag.”
“Yer awfully good at ignoring those, ‘Ro.”
“Why? Do I have a track record?”
“I love red meat. Smokin’. Drinkin. Being in the thick of the fight. Ain’t exactly good news.”
“Those weren’t dealbreakers.”
“How ‘bout the killin’?”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
Logan felt his eyes spark. His hand shook as he reached for his stogie, and he took a long, hungry drag.
“You’ve never lied to me,” Ororo told him, after a moment.
“Ya’ve never seemed like the kinda dame who woulda bought it.”
“It’s not what you do,” she countered. “I like my men down to earth.”
“Oh, ya do, do ya?”
“Mm-hmm.” She took another bite of her dessert. “You know me pretty well.”
“Force of habit.”
“I hope it’s not a habit you’re ready to break.”
“Hell, no.”
Logan set down the cigar and gave her a sober look, but she saw the twinkle in his dark eyes when he reached for her ice cream bowl, hooking his finger over the rim and snatching it away. She squawked at him for a moment, until he hooked his foot around the leg of her chair and jerked it toward him until she was right beside him. Logan leaned over and transferred her to his lap before he took up the spoon. His flesh was warm against her back, and she shimmied herself against him to get more comfy. Logan dipped the spoon into the ice cream and waited for her to consume it. His arm around her waist was snug and possessive.
“The next time you hear me talking in my sleep, wake me up and talk to me. I won’t mind.”
“Oops. Ya missed a little bit. Right here.” Logan teased her with the spoon, daubing a little of the ice cream on the corner of her mouth before leaning in and kissing it off. “Let me get that.”
helmistress replied to your post “zelldincht >> livelyfellow”
...you actually changed it... huh. lol (Though, it's accurate.)
It’s not only accurate... but canon~
helmistress replied to your post: Yeah, I- Still exist. Sorry… I want to be here...
LOVE YOU LIZZIE!
And I love you, random citizen!... Okay, I’m bad at being funny. Love you, Talliya.
