Victorious

Indie Private/Queue Heavy OC RP Penned by Saturn

[vallorouslly]

Indie OC rp blog. Private and highly selective, queue heavy, slow to moderate activity. Sci-fi based, multi-verse, multi-ship. Penned by Saturn (she/her) 30+, heavy/mature themes present, minors do not enter.

Frequent themes discussed: PTSD, survivor's guilt, chronic pain, nature as therapy, body image issues, becoming who you are.

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[agntwells]

@vallorouslly | napping liza pt 2

Liza had woken up that morning with a funky mood, incurable by the coziness of Logan’s bed. Disappointment accompanied the cloud having over her when even coffee didn’t help. The little note on the counter from Logan had made her smile, but the grey overcast seemed to mirror how she was feeling. Just one of those days, she thought with a sigh as she shuffled from the kitchen to the den where his bookshelf was.

Fingers automatically reached for her favorite and pulled it from the shelf, but she paused with the book in her hands. Eyes flitted over the other titles on the shelves before she spotted one that’s a little different from the rest -- leather, black lettering along the spine marking it as year one. It looked curiously like a diary, which was enough to keep her curiosity at bay for now, but not before she traced her fingers over the letters. Like somehow she’d be able to tell what kind of a vibe it gave, what year one meant to him.

Shuffling back into the kitchen, she refilled her coffee and walked over to the nook at his dining table, setting the book and her coffee on the table while she made herself comfortable, having also stolen a throw blanket from Logan’s stash. It took a little over an hour before she dozed off, body demanding more rest though she’d slept just fine last night. She didn’t even stir when the sound of the front door opening and closing sounds through the house, didn’t move when there were footsteps. She did, however, give a small whine when the book slipped from her lap and landed on the floor with a soft thud, but otherwise was still deep in her nap.

[vallorouslly]

The reluctance to go in to work had been all too real that morning, but his work ethic kept him from calling out unnecessarily. Even if his sister was the manager and flexed for him more than enough times to know he was doing this when it really wasn't necessary for him, Logan enjoyed getting up to go to work to have something to do. To have a meaning again in his retirement, and making coffee was just so enjoyable all around. So he'd left a note for Eliza and he'd kissed her goodbye before he had to head out for an early shift.

The morning went by relatively quickly with the typical rushes of employees needing their liquid life to take on the day. And his regulars came in, chatting with him and making his day a bit brighter. Soon enough, it was the end of his shift and he headed home after getting some pastries and making he and Eliza fresh coffee. Only when he walked in and set things down quietly did he take in her form at the dining table. He stares, smiling for a few moments, just taking her in. The book he spots before it tumbles from the table has him shaking his head and going over once he's toed off his shoes to pick it back up and carefully set it aside after marking her page.

Crouching down to her level, he places a hand softly on her back. "Liza..." He whispers, not sure if he wants to wake her or just try and scoop her up to take her back to the bedroom, or at least to the couch where he can hold her. "Honey?" Such an angle on her back can't be comfortable, besides the fact of how long she may have been napping like this. "Can I take you to the couch with me?" His voice remains utterly hushed, reaching up to brush some chocolate curls out of her face, a tender smile on his features the whole time. She's so damn adorable, and it warms his heart almost to bursting as he rubs her back softly, content to wait however long she'll take to wake even a little bit.

[ohisms]

━━━ for every "👤" [ alternatively: "NPC" ] sent to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !

[vallorouslly]

well i got a little bit written, up from this week and a couple days of the next week added to the queue.

gonna chill on discord with some ice cream and fooster videos on youtube for the night 🤍

[vallorouslly]

ugh i'm so fucking bored tonight, i can't get motivated to do anything.

so i guess we'll try again tomorrow.

[vallorouslly]

we'll see when i can be online to get things in the queue this weekend, it filled up on me.

it's got exactly five days worth of content in it for now, but we'll see what my energy levels are and logan's level of creativity and wakefulness will be.

[vallorouslly]

@apurekindness asked : [ no-words-needed hug ] a hug given when no more words are needed and they just want to be close to one another

They'd gone for a walk around the lake on this somewhat cooler afternoon than recent days, hand in hand, just enjoying the summer breeze and the heat on the back of their necks. Logan idly picked some berries off the wild bushes and ate them, offering some to Kiara, leaving his fingers stained a deep plum color.

The sensation of this, of all he's ever wanted, is disarming, but not in a bad way. Just...it's here, with her, like this. It's gorgeous.

Logan smiles as they begin to make the curve back towards the house and he simply tugs her closer by the hand he's holding. A silent beckoning to his opening arms, where they wrap around her and he instantly feels like he's home. Like he can spend the rest of his life with Kiara and be the happiest man in the world. A kiss placed to her temple, against the golden hair that mixes with his when they hug like this, and eyes close in perfect contentment.

[vallorouslly]

@divinityrisen asked : 15. do you prefer writing in silence or with background noise?

I have to have a weird mixture.

I can write in silence, though it's rare I choose to do so. If that is the case, I have to have an empty house to myself. But usually I tend to have music playing at all times when I write, it just helps when I can have that ship song in the background to help with vibes, or ambient noise to trigger some sort of familiarity with the environment or just a different kind of noise aside from the same songs.

[vallorouslly]

@stxincd asked : ❝ I'm afraid to be alone again. ❞ (From Khan)

"Don't be." The words are quick to spill past his lips, something so true that it falls from him before he can even dream of stopping it. And isn't that how they began, as well? In a manner of speaking.

Logan never dreamed of leaving Khan alone when he crash landed here. Even if he was severely in over his head, the language barrier, the species barrier, all of the intensity of the new beginning, and Logan had never once thought of leaving Khan to fend for himself. Never.

Just as he wouldn't want him to be now. No matter their own bond, mental and physical be as it may, that wouldn't change his feelings.

"You'll never be alone, Khan. Not now." At least now that you've met me, he thinks, reaching out to take his lover's hand and squeezing it softly. Gazing into those eyes to see the knowledge there, the otherworldly undertone of being, and feeling wholly inadequate. But he'll try his best.

[vallorouslly]

@agntwells asked: sender writes love notes and leaves it somewhere receiver will find it.

He opted to work the early morning coffee shifts at the drive up shop in the summer, the better to spend the cooler hours working than the afternoon there either way. As he grabs his thermos to load it up with coffee he's currently brewing before the drive out, he's surprised to find a little sticky note on the side of it, barely hanging on. The shift of his hand makes the note detach, but he's quick to catch it with little rumpling of the paper to read the note in her handwriting.

The words make him smile slowly, the sentiment of it something so sweet and otherwise foreign. Aside from his sisters and mom, that is, but something new stirs in his stomach, something warm and happy beyond all reason. Placing the note on the counter in front of the coffee pot, he traces the little heart she'd drawn at the end, the morning temporarily suspended in his joy.

[lilscollins-archive]

[vallorouslly]

@whatwxsright asked : [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window.

There's a difference between wanting to ruin his breakfast with sweets or balancing it out. Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't go for fully loaded pancakes at breakfast, the thought itself gives him a headache. Instead, he opts for a fully loaded traditional breakfast, nice and savory, with a hot chocolate to give him that bit of sweet to break up the savory. Notwithstanding this is his second hot cocoa of the morning as their food arrives, stirring in the whipped topping and dropping an ice cube to slightly water it down.

He can practically feel Steve judging him from across the table.

But there's something oddly nostalgic and comforting about a diner cup of cocoa or coffee, in those petite little 'grandpa' mugs they're served in. Logan finds an ease with a sip of cocoa that floods his body like no muscle relaxer could ever hope to replicate.

"I can feel your surprise from here." Logan teases with a playful smirk, glancing up at Steve from behind his mug. "I know I ate all those sweets last time, but pancakes just aren't my thing. Now french toast on the other hand is a different story."

At least it's somewhat quiet this morning, maybe due to the rain, glancing out at the world rendered in muted watercolor, settling a bit back in the booth in an effort to try and make himself hungry enough to eat his food. Eyes return to Steve, taking in the trim bushy beard and that thick hair, those eyes and how they pierce his soul from across the table.

"What brought you to a little place like this, anyway?" He asks, genuinely curious but not offensively. "And more importantly, are you enjoying yourself?" Spearing one of his sausage links, he bites down half of it and chews slowly, not wanting to rush things.

[fatchance]

Minor fall at Crabtree Falls. In the George Washington National Forest, in Nelson County, Virginia. 

[vallorouslly]

@allamericana asked : “Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck your mouth.”

Logan couldn't help the smirk that played across his lips as he gazes up at John from his knees, getting comfortable. The shiver falling down his spine is inevitable, that tone of voice and commanding words the effortless pull towards something he has found he enjoys giving.

"Yes sir." Given John stood of higher rank when they served, he can't help the playful tease of those two words. Following orders he can't refuse, too delicious to ignore, really. And the jingle of the other's belt buckle adds to his excitement, wetting his lips as mismatched eyes shift from the belt up to the veteran's features obediently.

[vallorouslly]

@shesnipes asked : [ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

It was getting harder and harder to untangle himself from her when they were out and had to stick to that fake dating bullshit. A night of falling over one another at a bar to gather intel from a mark they thought could give them a sliver of useful info from the framing had turned up some info, but it was more a dud then anything else.

And it was playing with Logan's heart more and more when they got back to the hotel room and he had to try to keep his hands to himself.

And then Amity wanders out in one of his shirts, sitting right next to him with that smug look on her gorgeous face.

Fuck.

Whatever has its talons in him tonight, he has to try and get it out of his system. Bodily moving to lift her up and set her on his lap, hands grip her waist as he leans up for a few kisses that are somewhat desperate in design, tinged at the end with a longing so deep it aches. Hiding like this, the adrenaline as they keep looking over their shoulders and it still isn't enough when they have to play act to cover their tracks. Endless boxes of hair dye, hoping for nothing like a sideways glance from cashiers, and yet he comes back to her and he can't take it.

"What're you doing to me, doll?" A murmur, breathed against the supple lips that bewitch him whenever she says anything on a specific tone of that gorgeous voice. Hands slide to her thighs, where they settle and squeeze, rub up and down, trying to blatantly avoid sliding higher for fear of needing much more before he's satiated.

Amity knows his weakness, though, grinding down on him, opening their kisses into something romantically messy, hungry with a tinge of animalistic need as she sinks her teeth in his lower lip. The groan which bubbles up his throat is anything but sexy to his ears, something he is unaccustomed to but not something he wants to hide from her. He pulls her down further, desperate for friction as he swallows her down again, sucking on a devastatingly plump lower lip and drowning in her perfume.

[vallorouslly]

@nobodyssoldixr asked : ❝ I know you've been waiting for me. ❞ (from laurel)

"Well of course I did."

Had he made her drink already? Yes. Had he set it aside when she didn't come in on her customary time? Yes. Was that weird? Maybe. But he'd wanted to keep Laurel on her game, and everyone needed their coffee before such a busy workday such as hers. So he finally holds it out to her as he's about to take his break, having started the earliest shift to stave off some nightmares that kept him awake too much.

"Besides, can't have you facing the day without adequate fuel, now can I?" Not only that, but he didn't even want to speculate how much of a headache she'd have if she wasn't thoroughly prepared for something so intense as being a lawyer. He'd recalled just how tough his own team had had it during his trial, and he didn't exactly envy them for it.

That didn't mean he lacked respect for them, however.

"Would you like a friend this morning or should I take my break elsewhere?" A genuine question asked kindly, not with accusatory tone or anything averse.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.