#glmchica

[cordiibus]

unprompted. / @glmchica​ ( covers shuni in smooches. ) 

covers charlie in bites.

[ciniis]

@glmchica​​ + plotted.

He wasn’t a fan of this. Not that he was ever a fan of meeting new people. But he’d put on a good face for Blue’s sake. The younger brother had been ranting and raving in circles since he’d met Charlie. There was only so much of it he could take before he’d asked the brother to shut up. Not that it worked.

He wanted to meet her, but his agoraphobia was already nipping at his ankles like angry hounds. So a compromise; she would come to the shitty apartment, and Ash would attempt to be social. For Blue’s sake. Fuck. 

“Coffee?” He asks, walking to the kitchen to grab himself a cup first. Mask covered his facial scars. Whether Blue had informed her or not about them didn’t matter. No fucking way she would see them yet. 

[cordiibus]

@glmchica​  charlie: *uses . . .pout !*

    *highly effective*

[mortalis-moved]

MORNING   AFTER   STARTERS.   /   accepting   !

@glmchica​   sent   :   morning   after,   numero   3.

3.   for   your   muse   to   join   mine   in   the   shower   while   getting   ready   for   the   day

      WATER   CASCADES   DOWN   lightly   tanned   skin,   the   warmth   relaxing   overworked   muscles   as   desdemona   stands   under   the   shower   head.   her   eyes   are   closed   in   pure   relaxation   while   she   focuses   on   the   sound   of   the   water   running   over   silence.   just   as   she   begins   to   reach   out   for   a   shampoo   bottle,   she   can   hear   the   door   to   the   bathroom   gently   click   open   and   the   sound   ALONE   is   enough   to   bring   a   cheeky   grin   to   her   lips.   she   had   teased   charlie   just   a   few   minutes   prior   —   left   her   with   the   offer   to   join   her   in   the   shower   an   effort   to   '   save   water   '      .   .   .

❝   isn't   this   a   lovely   surprise   !   ❞   she   calls   out   with   a   giggle,   peeling   back   the   shower   curtain   just   a   tad   (   enough   to   leave   the   rest   of   her   bare   body   to   charlie's   imagination   !   )   to   playfully   peek   out   at   charlie   who   has   begun   undressing.   ❝   i   could   always   use   help   washing   up.   it's   just   ...   so   much   work   sometimes.   ❞   tone   is   overdramatic   and   playful,   smugness   all   too   evident   on   her   face.

[ektos]

@glmchica​​​​  ,  charlie  ;  “   are  you  sure  you're  okay  ?  ”

     “  mentally  or  physically ?  ”   he  pauses  ,  taking  a  chug  of  the  last  remaining  liquid  in  his  monster  before  slamming  down  the  empty  can  on  the  table.   “  physically  i’m  fine  —  mentally  is  another  story  though  ,  and  i  don’t  think  you’re  ready  to  unlock  that  level  of  friendship  just  yet.  ”

[ prompt ]  /  accepting.

[stardewmusician]

@glmchica​ :  ❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞   ( five senses : accepting ).

                              𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒,   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄,   he   doesn’t   seem   to   mind   the   fingers   through   his   styled   hair   (   he   understands   the   curiosity,   believe   it   or   not   --   his   hair   has   always   seemed   to   give   him   attention   with   how   bold   of   a   statement   it   was   ),   welcoming   the   exploring   of   his   heavily   -   styled   messy   blonde   locks,   a   brown   faint   at   the   tips.      ❝   I   know   it   looks   like   it’d   be   fucked   or   whatever   from   hair   styling   products   but,   uh,   it’s   actually   really   soft   !   ❞   He   exclaims,   happily,   one   of   his   own   hands   coming   up   and   going   through   a   portion   of   his   hair,   pushing   some   back   just   a   tad.      ❝   Not   as   spiky   feeling   as   it   looks   like   it   would   be,   I   try   to   take   good   care   of   my   hair.   ❞

[recordsstraight]

" you were supposed to leave. " @ geralt. :D

He had fucking tried. Scowling heavily at the woman, Geralt didn’t exactly look the happiest as he sat before the stall Roach refused to leave. Geralt had even threatened the mare with disembowelment ... an empty threat and she knew it. The moment the horse saw Charlie, however, there came a happy nickering sound, snorting with a paw at the ground to get whatever Charlie had to offer. 

“...Its Roach’s fault.” his words were gruff, filled with his annoyance as golden eyes looked over his shoulder accusingly. 

[pzzaplex]

     he’s  holding  on  for  dear  life,  momentarily  thankful  that  she  is  made  of  metal  unable  to  feel  the  death  grip  he  currently  has  on  her  hand.  the  roller  skates  beneath  his  feet  wobble.  “  don’t  laugh  if  i  fall!  ”  he  begs  before  his  voice  quiets  more.  “  please  don’t  let  go.  ”  /  @glmchica​​