#anima-confractum

[backedagainstthewall]

🍻 (Returning the meme to you :P)

Send me   ‘  🍻 ‘    for our muses to go out for drinks together

Another job with Ella, another night survived.  For once, things had actually gone rather well.  They hadn’t come close to dying, and the job was complete.  They’d headed to the nearest bar to have a celebratory drink.  The place was fairly empty.  Maybe they wouldn’t run into trouble here, either.  

James ordered a beer from the curvy blonde bartender.  While she was getting their drinks, he turned to Ella.  

“You ever play any pool?” he asked.  “They got a couple of tables open.  I reckon a good game is just the thing to unwind from the night’s activities.”

[shields-grim-reaper-blog]

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Send  💦 for my muse to find yours abandoned out in the rain!

Sammael never liked walking out in the rain, but the fact he had to make a late night run to the store because he had forgot something compelled him to do so. Once he had walked out of the small corner store, his eyes drifted to seeing someone very familiar sitting on a bench, soaked because of the downpour. “Ella?” He called out, walking towards her and using his umbrella to cover both of them. “Luv, what are you doing out here? Let’s get you inside and out of the rain, yeah?” 

[mobandroyalty]

anima-confractum. started following you

@anima-confractum

“Why?”

[guardsmark]

@anima-confractum‘s demons look like him;

━ The nigh-immortal had been away on business, tying loose ends with some very important figures in his little supernatural circle. It’d been a few months since he’d last properly seen his lover and their daughters, though he didn’t mind it so much as long as they delivered on their promise that this would be the last time they’d ever require his services. Malakai wasn’t far from done living, but he didn’t mind settling down for a little while... know what it’s like to feel “normal” as far as mortals were concerned. Three gentle knocks on the hardwood door signaled his arrival, a smile -- weathered only by the weariness of travel -- spread across his lips. As the door swung open, it only grew. “I’m home.”

[notyourkiddiecone]

@anima-confractum (cont’d from here):

Ella threw clothes out of her closet. She knew she had a suit in there somewhere.

“I am not going to stand out as the Flapper girl who brought someone who didn’t dress up. Just wear a suit and steal a fedora from my daughters room. You can be Mafia date hm?”

━ “What, time-traveling flapper girl don’t make enough sense? I could be your confused companion. Like the Doctor.” He let out a laugh but, raising his hands, easily gave in. “Alright, ma’am, I’m going. Which one’s your daughter’s?”

[lionheartliev]

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May shrugged of her heavy coat once she reached her house in the Queens, ever since she had returned to work she would rush home and make Peter his dinner but with the storm hitting New York she was lay off a few hours earlier so she wouldn’t be stuck when it got dark, she took the chance to stop by the groceries and was soon in her warm house.

Whenever the weather would change so dramatically she would worried about Peter being at school, she never liked the idea of him on the school bus with snow, people tend to drive like maniacs, but at five she got a text just as she was finishing dinner that Peter decided to stay at Ned’s for the night, the boy lived only a few blocks from school so they would walk, that made her feel better, he was safe but she also hated to be alone in that big house, her thoughts were quickly pushed away when she heard a knock, who could possibly be out in that cold?

May quickly turned the stove off and rushed to the door, maybe it was a delivery guy, I mean Stark did tend to send Peter quite a lot of gifts, which at first made her feel uncomfortable but after seeing how much Peter looked up to the man she relaxed a bit, but what she saw wasn’t something she was prepared, she saw a young woman holding a small baby, the older woman left a gasp before walking to the side so the woman could enter the house. “Oh, please come on in, you poor child, are you alright?” May asked grabbing a blanket from the closet and offering to the stranger.

@anima-confractum

[3rdstreetmac]

anima-confractum liked for a starter

Running an entire country has its dull periods. That wasn’t something he would’ve believed in the beginning when he was running the campaign trail; kissing babies at rallies and murdering his political opponents when the poll numbers got a little too close. But the luster was starting to fade with each one of these charity events he was unable to talk himself out of. His ear still rang from his PR guy yelling at him over his phone about how “good for his image” this appearance would be. Now here he was, in the heart of New York, a state he’d never get tired of visiting as it always reminded him of his adoptive home of Stilwater. So he’d stand around and drink wine with the big wigs, show face and smile, maybe accept the occasional bribe from a desperate political donor.

These activities were a far cry from his banging days. Even though the power was nice, he did find himself missing the action. Taking one last shot of a particularly strong whiskey, he scanned the crowd and tried to find a break in the sea of people where he could slip out and get some air. There had to be some kind of fun to find here in New York.

[hey-bxrtender-blog]

We're married...

Send “We’re married.” [X]

“What?” Emma groaned, her head pounding as she sat up in bed. the words finally registered as she laughed. 

“No we aren’t! We’re not...” She started, looking down at her finger. There it was, a simple gold band that made Emma’s hangover go away almost immediately. 

“How the actual hell did this happen, oh my god--”