The Dangers Of Being Backstage.

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Have some Muriel Smut My Thirsty Darlings

NSFW

AFAB reader because I'm terrible at writing anything else. Mention of boobies and things.

You build a blanket fort, Muriel gets accidentally drunk, then fucks you like it's the end of the world, then forgets about it the next morning.

When you brought him the huge bottle of black mead he blushed and looked away before mumbling "thank you" and then taking it from you.

You convinced Muriel that tonight you were going to build a blanket fort (thank Portia for giving you the idea), and doing nothing but telling spooky stories and drinking by the fire.

You saw the bottle sitting at the market stand today and couldn't resist buying for your favorite hermit.

Muriel of course gave you *The Look™* like you had grown three fingers out of your eyebrows when you were excitedly explaining your plan.

"It'll be fun! Come on pleeeeeease?" You beg taking his hands in yours and givng him puppy eyes. Even Innana joined in with the begging. Muriel simply sighed and nodded, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that appeared.

"Yes!" You pump a fist into the air and then tug Muriel to the shop where you throw as many pillows and blankets into his arms and your arms as you can carry, then you both head back to the hut the prepare.

"I'm an expert blanket fort builder," you boast jabbing a thumb into your chest. Muriel had already started drinking, holding onto his mug with an eyebrow cocked, watching you with adorable admiration and curiosity.

"Okay," he said and takes another sip.

By the time you were done building, Muriel had a slight blush to his face and seemed like he had a hard time focusing on you.

You can't stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. "Muri....are you already drunk?"

He frowns and looks down at his cup, then at the half empty bottle sitting next to him on the table, and shrugs.

"Oh my goodness..." You say and walk around your fort, observing it's structural integrity. You had reinforced the fort with magick, the patchwork blankets looking like a crude circus tent.

Satisfied with your skills you begin building the bed inside, when you're done you lay down and sigh happily, sinking into the numerous cushions, blankets and furs.

"Come on in," you tell Muriel from your cushions. You hear him set his mug down and then he pokes his head inside, childlike wonder on his face.

"This is...actually really amazing..." He says crawling in further. His gaze falls on you, nestled in all the pillows, and he crawls in until he's right next to you, then nuzzles his face in your neck. "You're amazing..." He mumbles.

"You're totally drunk right now, it's adorable," You say giggling.

You expect him to pull away face burning telling you he's not, but he unexpectedly starts kissing your neck, his hand running up and down your thigh, hiking your skirt up.

Your breath hitches and you arch into him, a quiet moan escaping from the sudden intimate touch.

"...this okay?" He asks quietly, face still buried in your neck. You only nod and make a "mhm" sound, your own hands travelling over his shoulders and down his arms.

He runs his hand higher up your exposed thigh, fingertips leaving a featherlight trail of sensation on the soft skin.

He gets close to the heat between your legs then runs his hand back down, smiling at your frustrated sigh from the lack of contact against your wetness, then he runs his hand back up, rougher this time, over your hips, over your belly, up to your breast and squeezes it slightly.

He kisses lower until he gets to the the ties of your shirt and bites the strings, undoing them with his teeth, pulling open your shirt and kissing down between your breasts. You tangle your hands in his hair trying to guide his warm mouth to your nipple but he grabs your wrists gently and and pins them above your head.

"No..." He slurs and brings his mouth to your neck again. His arms were long enough to hold you in place, and kiss down your body while you wiggled and moaned, begging him for release.

He nipped at your hips, leaving little hickeys on the insides of your thighs and grinning at you when your begging got louder.

"Shhh," he hushed you drunkenly and you couldn't help but giggle, your giggle turning into a moan when he kisses your pussy through your underwear. You toss your head back, burying your face into the nearest pillows, and tilt your hips up, but he pulls away again.

With one hand still pinning your wrists, he uses the other to pull your underwear aside and run his tongue up through your soaked folds, gently using his thumb to rub circles around your clit.

You see stars from the sensation, struggling against him and moaning his name into the pillows. He releases your wrists and grabs the meat of your outer thighs to keep them apart, his tongue buried inside you.

You're barely cognitive as one hand is buried in his hair and one hand is fondling your breast, lost in the waves of pleasure rippling through you.

You're on the verge of an orgasm when he pulls away and starts undoing his own clothing. The bulge in his pants makes you impatient, so you undo his buckles with a wave of your hand, pulling off his clothes with a frustrated gesture. He yanks your underwear down your legs, and you pull the rewt of your shirt off.

He grabs your wrists again and pins you down, thrusting into you roughly. You scream his name and arch your back, gasping at his sudden fullness inside you, your walls clenching around him and your thighs squeezing together.

God he was big.

He starts slow, rocking into you then goes absolutely primal. His quiet moans turn into full on grunts as he pounds into your body

"Mu-ri-el!" You scream and rake your fingernails down his back, watching his hips slam into yours over and over again.

You're close to probably the greatest orgasm of your life and you can tell he is to. It hits you unexpectedly, spiraling through your body from your core, making you clench even tighter around him, he thrusts one more time, going even deeper and moans loudly into your neck.

You feel his warm cum filling you and then spilling out, then you both relax and he falls halfway on top of you, not even pulling out.

He gives you a sloppy kiss and then proceeds to pass out.

You pull a blanket over the both of you, and wrap your arms around him, feeling him go soft inside you. It's a strange sensation, but you're too tired to really care at this point, srill coming down from your orgasm.

"If getting you drunk makes you fuck like that we'll have to do it more often," you say more to yourself before falling asleep.

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You're not quite sure exactly what woke you up, but your eyes are open and you're suddenly wide awake. And very conscious of Muriel still still inside you, which immediately arouses you. He's still in a deep sleep, but he seems to be having a dream.

He rocks gently into you, and you can't helo but moan a little. His dick grows hard inside you and your still swollen pussy clenches around him.

He mumbles something in his sleep and rocks his hips against you gently, twitching a little. You run your hands up and down his back, trying to wake him up without startling him.

He opens his eyes and stares at you sleepily before rolling you both over so you're now on top, his rigid cock throbbing inside you.

You involuntarily start moving your hips against him, feeling every inch of him as you both have sleepy morning sex, a stark contrast to the fuck he gave you last night.

He finishes slowly and quietly, and then pulls out, you lay on top of him, playing with his messy hair.

"I think I drank too much..." He finally says.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You ask trying to hide the grin on your face.

He doesn't asnwer immediately, then shakes his head, groaning slightly. "No...I just have a headache now."

You bring healing magick to your fingertips and try to ease most of the pain.

"So you don't remember anything?" You say sitting up and raising an eyebrow.

"I remember you building this..." Muriel gestures to your epic blanket fort. "And then...it's a blank. Why did I...do something?" His face grows red, and you can visibly see him remembering waking up half on top and fully inside you. "Oh...." He says and closes his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't....hurt you?"

"Of course not," you say cupping his cheek. "Muriel you would never hurt me. Drunk or not." You grin down at him.

He doesn say anything, just glances behind you and mumbles something about need firewood. You give him a long kiss, feeling hin relax a little and and then you both get dressed.

You're very sore but you try not to show it, you know it would only make Muriel feel even worse, even though you really didn't mind.

"So...you want to do it again tonight?" You waggle your eyebrows at him and adore the way his face turns a deep shade of crimson.

"I'm not drinking that much though," he grumbles.

You only laugh and wrap your arms around him, knowing full well you're absolutely going to get drunk and have some fun, even if he isn't.

- Heckin thank for read!

Today I'll teach about this peculiar character:

La Catrina! 💀🏵️

🏵️RESOURCES:

https://dayofthedead.holiday/traditions/who-is-la-catrina

https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2019/10/8623059/sugar-skull-makeup-day-of-dead-cultural-appropriation

https://www.vogue.mx/estilo-de-vida/galeria/desfile-de-catrinas-en-la-cdmx-mega-procesion-imagenes-en-el-angel-de-la-independencia?image=5db4cb97595ddf00096f1035

@sketching-jess @savenkey

May your day be blessed by this amazing edit

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

When your computer stylus breaks in half when you come back to finish a drawing

And you can’t get a new one until tomorrow but you wanna draw now.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAASSAAAAAADJJFIDJCJHRJEJRISIHRBIEJDJHDIWOFNUSIIDNRGUSJFBUWOKSHD

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Hold up I get the dune trailer on my birthday?!

Finally confirmed by Warner Bros.! 🙌🏼

Jason Momoa, Dwayne Johnson & Chris Hemsworth

okay so imagine a movie where these three are private mercenaries, secret agents, soldiers or whatever

on a mission/personal vendetta to hunt down these two young assassins/criminals played by none other than Tom Holland & Taron Egerton

that’s it. That’s the movie.

Apprentice questionnaire

@thearcanaweek I’ve been sitting on this list for an age and I figured the free-day might be a good chance to share it maybe it will help someone or amuse them. The questions are grouped together loosely in a theme and get weirder as you go down.

What is their full name?

Zodiac sign

In detail describe how they look 

How old are they?

What clothes to they like to wear?

What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

Any piercings? 

Do they have any other jewelry they wear?

Any tattoos?

How old are they?

What do they smell like?

What are their four trinkets?

GOVERNMENT MANDATED FERSONA 

What kind of magic are they good at?

What kind of magic are they bad at?

Of the four, six or seven magical elements which are they most connected to? Four: fire,air water earth. six: fire,air,water, wood,earth, metal. Seven:fire, air, water, wood, earth, metal, aither.

What does their gateway look like prior to their memory loss?  What does it look like afterwards?

Do they have a familiar? If they do. What type of animal is it? What is it’s name? Is it still around after they lost their memory?

Have they ever cursed someone?

How do they handle those headaches/migraines?

What tarot card do they connect the most with?

Where were they born?

What is their favorite color?

What is their least favorite color?

Are they right handed, left handed or ambidextrous?

What were they like as a child?

What were their parents like?

Do they have any siblings? If the answer is yes how many?

Do they have any other relatives they are close with?

What are they afraid of?

What do they identify as?

Do they have any allergies? 

Do they have any other medical problems?

What about mental health issues? 

What’s that personal hygiene regimen like? 

Favorite rock or gemstone? 

Favorite tree?

Favorite type of weather?

Least favorite type of weather?

What is their favorite season? (remember winter is summer and spring is fall)

How many languages could they speak before the memory loss? How many do they currently speak?

Do they sing or play any instruments?

What do they tend to joke about?

After a stressful day how do they relax?

Guilty pleasures?

idiosyncrasies?

How do they act when they first meet someone new? How quickly do they warm up to them?

In what order would they prioritize Love, fame, money, power, and knowledge?

List four or more things they love to do

List four or more things they hate to do

List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

How do they react to (both verbal and physical) conflict?

What kind of bad habits to they have?

What kind of character faults do they have?

What’s their best trait in their opinion?

What do they think of their appearance?

How do they interact with people in a position of authority? 

Who did they look upto as a kid?

How do they interact with kids?

Do they want kids of their own someday?

Are they religious? If so what god/goddess or gods/goddesses do they worship?

What do they think the meaning of life is?

What would they want their last words to be?

What do they want to do before they die?

What/how do they want to be remembered for after they die?

How do they express affection?

What do they normally eat for breakfast?

Do they like spicy food?

Favorite fruit and or vegetable?

Do they like sweets?

Do they drink alcohol? If they do, what do they act like when their drunk?

How do they take their tea/coffee?

What food would they refuse to eat?

Is there anything they eat that most people would find unappealing?

When going on the road what food could they not live without?

What meal gives them a sense of nostalgia?

What do they do when no one’s around?

How would they react if a prized possession got stolen?

What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?

What would their favorite modern invention be?

In a new unfamiliar place what do they do?

Someone just threatened them what do they do?

A rather well rich looking woman just dropped her purse and didn’t notice. What do they do?

What’s the worst thing someone has said to them?

What is the strangest thing they’ve ever come across?

Someone just stole food from them what do they do?

They meet a man at a crossroads. The man says they can have everything they’ve ever wanted. What happens next?

As a child what would they say they wanted to be as an adult?  ie. When I grow up I’m going to _______

What’s their D&D alignment?

What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done?

Have they ever got in trouble with the law or been arrested?

Do they know how to win a fight?

Are they good at hand to hand combat?

Have they ever stolen something?

Have they ever killed someone?

What/who do they find disgusting?

What upsets them the most?

What anime character would they be?

What disney character would they be?

What monster would they be?

What mythological figure would they be?

List three songs that you associate with them.

I’m going to re-blog it with then more adult questions for those that want them.

Me currently

I should just write a book...

When your writing in google docs and realize your on page fucking 51…..