#ancmalias

[optimisticpines-blog]

ancmalias

       ❝ Grunkle Ford, Grunkle Ford! ❞ 

               Mabel optimistically called out as she quickly drifted near her grunkle’s side and glanced up at him, all smiles. Her small hands latched onto his trench coat, gently pulling on it to try and grab his attention.

       ❝ Could we do something together today? Please, please, please? ❞ 

[angelsandemons]

“So THAT’S how it's done...”

[mcbelton-blog]

🌠 | @ancmalias

                       ❝ Okay okay okay, so Sev’ral Timez are like                           the c u t e s t boyband ever. We got Greggy C,                           Creggy G, Chubby Z,  Leggy P, and Deep Chris! ❞

[slyfuchss-blog]

@ancmalias ❤’d for a starter.

    “ you know-- it be nice if you’d tell me why you’re staring at me. ”

[citrusandcombustion]

;@ancmalias

                   “.....Cave Johnson.”

    The sleeve of a pristine suit creases slightly as he lifts a hand, offering      a shake. His expression was almost unreadable, but there were glints      of question, and curiosity in his eyes. 

               He had heard of this man, and never would have thought                that he’d actually find out he was real. 

                                        “....CEO of Aperture Science.”

[variantia]

( @ancmalias ) | starter call

          💧 water witch 💧

          she’d taken to a patrol of sorts, every few hours. her wings would           sprout & off she would fly -- circling around the nearby area almost           like a VULTURE. after all that had happened, ( all that could happen ),           her way of protecting their home didn’t seem quite as silly as it might           have otherwise. Steven had tried several times to convince her that           she didn’t need to do it, but it was no use. ❛ angels ❜ could not be held           down ; her wings could not be clipped.

          for the first time, her little scouting CAUGHT someone.

          the sight of her floating down from the sky, liquid wings gliding on the           air, would be odd for anyone who wasn’t a resident of the city. yet,           she wasn’t sure she could describe the stranger’s face as awe-struck,           like Steven’s had been the first time he saw her wings. she honestly           wasn’t sure what to make of him.

                   ❝ what are you doing on this side                             of the beach? ❞           her wings flapped briskly, sending a mist of water in all directions.                          ❝ we don’t mind visitors, but I need                             to know whether you’re friendly                             or not. ❞           & the thought crossed her mind, that he better have hoped he was           friendly -- she didn’t have the patience to exercise much RESTRAINT           on a foe.

[zhat-medic]

@ancmalias​

A quiet noise startled Medic and made him look up from his work. The doctor’s bespectacled blue eyes quickly found the source of the commotion: an aged man that looked travel-weary. 

As Medic inquisitively gazed at the stranger and studied him, his hands slowly and instinctively moved closer toward the sharp instruments at his workstation. 

“Can I help you?”