#(( also

[ask-ectofeature]

hey Billy, how are you going to manage being a ghost experiencing the winter season this year?... or do you not get much freeze where you are at?

Here in Beverly Hights winter is never been too cold (as far I remember, and Spencer never seem to need a warm clothes on that season; really a miss, he'd look beautiful on my best sweters) and as a ghost, weirdly I don't feel the cold so much as the heat, but in the bright side me and Spencer found out that as long as he's enough covered, the coldness of my ecto won't bother him and i can still be as close as I want to my bae

Wich seems to be really tied to me like 90% of the time

Hey! There's no shame in being too clingy to the man of my love

[verreprincesse]

@diivineray dreamed: “ i can feel you trembling. “ // from leona some wedding things mayhaps?

Was she? She hadn't realized, she had been more focused on her breathing. Her nerves were so frayed that she feared she'd fall apart by the end. "I'm sorry." She knew what was expected of her, well, back in her home kingdom. Here she was lost as a lamb on her own. The dynamics were so different here. So, strange. Would she be expected to give him an heir right away? Would it need to be a boy? What if she couldn't have children? In her kingdom, women were disgraced if they couldn't give a brood of children. "I'm just overthinking things."

She pulled the blanket up to her chin, her gaze trying to make images in the ceiling to at least focus on something. Maybe if she had something to hold onto she'd not tremble as much. She didn't want to bother him. She was hyperaware of how close he was to her, how close she was to him. The bed wasn't small but every fiber of her could feel when he shifted or even breathed. The one thing she wasn't taught, however, was how she was to give him a child. She figured he knew the secret but nothing had been said.

"I hope you sleep well." She murmured before she turned to her side, placing her back to him. She'd be awake for hours, she knew she would. She wasn't used to being in bed so early, or the fact she hadn't done a single chore in so long now. It was... different.

[5mind]

📏 + blue! (lambda is 5'2)

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

(blue two is 6'2)

"If I may ask, Lambda...have you been eating enough?"

[acemenagerie-a]

starter for @totallysecretpolice for Malcolm { s.c. }

Now, Salesa had experienced many odd things over his lifetime: a book that ate people, a kleptomaniac vase, a jukebox that inspired great violence, etcetera. 

But this?  This was new.

One moment, he was on the ocean on the Dorian and the next... well....  He glanced around in all directions.  Now he was apparently smack-dab in the middle of a fucking desert.  At what appeared to be a fully functional harbor and, judging by the various empty stands, waterfront recreation area.  

At least the ship had been docked properly.  Not that he remembered how or when.

The crew was rapidly growing twitchy.  Gaultier looked toward him for any indication of what he might say to the crew.  Just as he was starting to process how to best distribute supplies for a surprise desert expedition, he noted a dark figure approaching.  With a pointed glance to Gaultier, he sauntered down to meet the stranger, hands up in a placating gesture.

His unbuttoned, brightly patterned shirt, billowed around his 6′7 brick wall of a form in the wind.  His smile appeared friendly enough, but was crooked in a way to make him seem like the cat who caught the canary.  This stranger’s get-up was disconcerting at best ( were those blow darts? ) but he trusted the crew to have his back if things turned south.

“Hello, I do believe I got turned around and am a bit lost.”

[royalreef]

@ira-sturm​ replied to your post: 

solid reactions

(( Considering I was thinking about merfolk and face-biting just earlier today - yeah, basically every reaction they have is either THEY LOVE IT A LOT or THEY HATE IT SO MUCH AND WILL MURDER. They’re just like this! 

[virdityshattred]

" No it doesn't. Your superior means i can order you about!"

From the moment which the creator had allowed the archangel freedom Micheal could feel himself becoming -a little bit more bold, it did tend to show in brief spurts like this. Their obsessive loyalty to the creator slowly fading bit by bit starting to lean more towards Anamon.

" Right--- I'm sorry Anamon"

@dexilishways

[illtaketheskyanyday]

Came for the disco inferno attitude muse, stayed for the sugary sweet mun.

“came for the _____, stayed for the _____” - accepting

(( nO U-

I’m only sugary sweet because you guys are just as sweet so—skjbsdbfpisd It means a lot tho aaa. I wish I knew who you were anon so I can hug you ; A ;