#wayfaringstrangxr

[valuvaris]

🚼 - Daemon

Prompted: Send 🚼 for a design of what I think a child between our two muses would look like.

Made on pricrew.

[experimentalfma]

"Did I overheard, or you actually said I'm hot and intelligent?" - Roy

Havoc stared at him like a deer in headlights. His commanding officer was not supposed to hear that. But he could just had to play it off like it was no big deal and nothing major would come of it, right? He could still walk into work the next day like everything was normal.

Quickly getting a hold of himself, he coolly took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly blew out a plume of smoke. "You sure you heard that? My dating life always seems to circulate the office whether I want it to or not, so how do you know I wasn't talking about that girl who just broke up with me?" But then he broke into a mischievous grin and added, "Why, did you want to hear me say that or something?" Because he absolutely meant it.

[chaosmultiverse]

🌶️ + places (For Zaheen) 🌶️ + toys (for Rhaast)

Send 🌶️ for a nsfw headcannon about my muse

I think Zaahen has a sensitive back, like it's not an automatic turn on but if someone he likes is touching his back or lingering there long it is gonna start to turn him on, and he would enjoy things like partners lightly clawing into his back.

Does he himself count in scythe form? No really given that in his main verse he is stuck in a weapon & Kayn's head I do think Rhaast would be making use of basically ordering/instructing partners on using toys.

Anyway for himself? I don't think he finds too much appeal, he either wants a physical connection to another, or he's just gonna use his hand, in a way sex is less necessarily about getting his dick wet and more about that connection and like domination in the sense of making others lose some control to their pleasure.

Which is why he won't mind being used as a toy in the bedroom in scythe form since it assumably reforces his bond to, well, most likely Kayn.

[water-and-will]

Continue from here, @wayfaringstrangxr

She rolled her eyes — that was answer enough. "You can just say his name, you know." She didn't deny it, though. Zuko was right in his guess.

"I don't even know what he said. He's probably commenting on our photo." Again. It wouldn't be the first time Jet reached out after seeing her happy next to her new boyfriend. "Here. Read it yourself if you want."

She reached into her backpack and pulled out her phone, unlocking it before sliding it across the table toward him. She trusted him. Completely. That meant phone passwords and all.

"I should just block him." A pause. Then, quieter: "I don't know why I haven't yet."

[amestrian-rain]

"Would you rather have squirell voice, or to know only one song for the rest of your life?" - Ed for Al

WOULD YOU RATHER? Send my muse any two things and they have to pick between them.

"What kind of question is that? My body's been through enough. I don't need to go on a journey to get my voice back, too. I'll just take that one song and call it a day."

[sana-laguna]

((Starter for @wayfaringstrangxr's Jinu. 🩵)) Of all the things Sana expected to happen after the disaster that was the Idol Awards and the sudden disappearance of the Saja Boys ... seeing an ad for singing lessons being provided by the former leader of the band was not one of them. It seemed like such a surprisingly humble pivot, far away from the glitz and glam of the spotlight he seemed to once thrive under, and yet ... despite herself, she couldn't help but be intrigued. Intrigued enough to drive several miles outside the city to the nearest small town, the lights and sounds of Seoul slowly fading away until the peace and tranquility of the countryside stretched out to greet her. She's often read about Heyri Art Valley and it had always seemed like a vibrant place to visit, despite the quaintness of the surrounding area. It would seem as though she would finally get her chance, though not at all under the circumstances she had expected to. After paying one of the artsy little cafes a visit to get herself a latte (and, of course, take the opportunity to snap some trendy photos to post on her Instagram later), Sana mustered up the nerve to complete her journey and set foot through the doorway of the unassuming music school, beginning her search for the class number she was given by the front desk. It had taken a bit of searching, the layout of the classrooms being a bit confusing, but eventually ... there it was. Room 107. Steeling her resolve, she turned the knob and opened the door as she peeked inside. "Iiiiiiiis ... this the place for singing les--" Yep. It sure was, because Sana recognized him instantly. Jinu was a hard man to really mistake for anyone else. Before she could stop herself, a sly smirk spread across her lips, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "Oh. My. God. So it is true."

[ramblegorambo]

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

💕Favorite ship for the muse? 

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

[Hi o/]

Mun talks about the muse~

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse? Chaos goblin. Is she going to say something sweet? Smart? Out of pocket and totally weird? She’s a ball of sunshine wearing a coat of armor that’s cut with razor sharp edges that you can’t even see until it’s too late. She gives off the small and innocent vibes, cute and dumb when she’s anything but and I just really love her for it.

💕Favorite ship for the muse?  Lame answer but I love all the ships. My OTP/first ship for Zoey was cornturtle (Abby x Zoey) but I could ship her with anyone and still giggle like an idiot with my feet kicking behind me every time i get a reply. I love creating a background and world building and making each ship special. it makes my heart burst with all the love.

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?  OOooh, hmmm. That’s tough. I haven’t gotten to do a lot of super funny things yet with Zoey as I’m still getting used to her voice and a lot of the threads I have haven’t hit that kind of setting yet. I do love Zoey dragging @sajasbaby away to force him into doing a dance duo challenge with her. I was cackling the entire time and Pandora’s portrayal of poor Min-Jun’s fear and hatred of the whole thing were just *chefs kiss* beautiful.

[helenaus]

@wayfaringstrangxr sent: [ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. [Aemond to Hel]

The cold wind was the first to touch her bare skin, but that’s not what made her shiver. Helaena had not felt half as naked when the flowing silks slid down her limbs than she did when she lifted her eyes just in time to see the way he was looking at her. It was a touch, that look. He had always been tender with her, but this was something else entirely: his stare seeped into her skin and coursed through her veins, igniting her blood in a powerful, frightening way. You’re perfect, he said. Yet she lowered her gaze timidly, crossing her arms in front of her bosom as though that might conceal her nudity from him – even as her lips displayed a faint hint of a smile.

A sigh escaped her as she stepped closer. His leather jerkin felt hard and rough against her bare skin when she pressed her body to this, but the warmth of him still reached her through the fabric. He always dressed like someone who was ready to kill. She knew quite well what had made him this way: Helaena had been the first to see that instinct being born in him, she had been there on the day it had happened – the memory was still as fresh as if it’d been yesterday, marked upon his face lest the world should forget what had been done to him, but he was not that Aemond now. He ceased to be a killer the moment he entered her rooms. He may still be dressed as one, but his armor was transparent to her.

Of all those shields he wore, she reached for the eye patch first. The scars did not frighten her, and somehow Helaena felt like the sapphire could see through her too. “Raqiarzy…”, she hummed in their mother tongue. Beloved. Her lips trembled when she parted them, rising on her tiptoes as tough to reach his, but instead they lingered against his cheek, brushing along the curve of his jaw. “If we go forward, we can never go back”, she whispered with a faint tremor in her voice. “There’s no undoing this… ever…”