That moment when you realize that your ship is just Morticia and Gomez Addams.
@dishonored-chevalier
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Australia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Israel

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Bulgaria

seen from Switzerland
seen from South Korea

seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from China
seen from Bulgaria
That moment when you realize that your ship is just Morticia and Gomez Addams.
@dishonored-chevalier
👙
👙- Your muse catching mine in lingerie posing sexily in the mirror ((mun note: I sent myself into a fit of giggles imagining both Cait and Jean being the ones caught and it entertained me far too much))
it basically looks like this but with white lace.
Caitlin frowned again. This was ridiculous. People actually spent money on this enough to make it an industry? There was - there was basically nothing to it! Maker’s breath it was basically see through around her waist. Although, the skill behind making so fine a garment was admirable.
She shook her head, staring at the mirror again. The camisole was a light blue, softer than the sky, and had a deal of lacework at the top with straps barely the width of a finger to hold them to her shoulders. The smalls matched in color and lace, but she was glad to have kept her robe on - they were incredibly drafty. Remembering the sketches from the shop, she tried jutting her hip out just so and put her hands on her hips. Well that just looks silly. I’m not cut out for this kind of thing.
No, she was definitely returning them. It was a foolish idea anyway, going shopping with Leliana at the high end shops. With a sigh, she looked back up in the mirror and caught sight of the dark haired Orlesian.
She screamed, closing her robe tight and whirling around, eyes wide. “Wh - How long have you been standing there?” she gaped.
💇 - Jean's luscious locks have to go!
💇 - Muse A is cutting Muse B’s hair.
Caitlin considered the sad state of the hair before her. And this was after using a special soap she got from Leliana, an herbal remedy Morrigan mentioned, and a lot of careful brushing.
“It’s almost matted,” she marveled, shaking her head. “I’m actually quite impressed. I’ll cut the worst away, then we’ll see what we have.” It wasn’t the first time she had cut someone’s hair - Jowan used to ask her all the time. She checked the sharpness of her scissors before gently taking the worst chunk to clip out as little as possible. His hair was rather lovely, it was a shame to see so much of it beyond help.
The mage was quiet as she worked, fingertips barely putting pressure on his scalp when she needed him to turn his head, the other hand occupied with not yanking out hair. “It’s going to be a good bit shorter, but I think it’ll be alright. No bald spots at least.”
"Would you kindly refrain from stabbing me? It would help."
Begrudingly, and with a slow, measured sigh, Moira put away her blade. “If ya didn’t want ta get stabbed maybe ya should keep yer mouth shut more often,” she replied, smiling sweetly.
Lia & Jean
@dishonored-chevalier
I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body And last night you were in my room And now my bedsheets smell like you Every day discovering something brand new I'm in love with your body
Lia Tabris & Jean-Paul De Rosso Music Mix
i: three days grace - hate everything about you • ii: linkin park - breaking the habit • iii: 3 doors down - behind those eyes • iv: shania twain - don’t impress me much • v: ed sheeran - shape of you • vi: inon zur - i am the one • vii: stabbing westward - breathe you in • viii: dragon age 2 ost - rogue heart • ix: preluders - hotter than you know • x: liberty x - just a little bit.
dishonored-chevalier:
“For your information: I was setting up camp near a lake, and I spotted a duck, having sex with one of it’s dead cohorts… it was strangely mesmerizing, in a horrible way… it’s dick unfurled, and fired a bunch of baby gravy into this mound of blood, and feathers!”
She’s heard of it, never actually seen it though. Her nose wrinkled, more out of confusion and amusement than disgust, as she wiggled her fingers at him wantingly. “Please, say ‘an unfurled dick’ with that accent again. It will bring me joy to remember it when you’re dead.”
"I'm not just any moose, I'm the prettiest moose that ever was! And if there's another moose that's prettier than me, I will find them, I will follow them - and no one will hear from that moose ever again!"
“Yes, yes,” she nodded as the Orlesian rambled on, very gently braiding a few small flowers into his hair. “You are the prettiest of moose. You show that moose.
“And this is why you don’t go binge drinking with Oghren,” she murmured to herself.