#mplalisa

[exmpchelsea]

♭ tum tum tummer

@mplalisa

she’s starving. starving. and if four to five months of needlessly travelling the whole world looking for her father doesn’t warrant a trip to a fastfood place she doesn’t know what does. she doesn’t find any of the usual brands around mount phoenix - what is it with this place? - but she eventually does at least find a place that sells simple fries and burgers like she has been craving the entire time since arriving on the island. it’s like a godsend - she realises the irony of these words considering the place she’s in - and so she walks in with high spirits.

“good afternoon,” she calls as she walks up to the counter, no hesitation about just speaking up like that despite nobody being behind the counter. “i hope you speak english because i really need me two servings of fries and cheeseburgers and if you have some sweet chili sauce that’d be de-” her entire explanation is cut short when the person who’s probably going to take her order suddenly comes into view and the familiarity of those features pause her for a whole second.

and then the explosion happens. “OH MY GOD LISA!!!!!!!” what happens next is probably best described as a tiny ball of energy launching herself at the counter. the fact that she’s wearing a skirt and heels is absolutely disregarded as she quite literally leaps onto the counter so she can jump off on the other side and throw herself at her best friend, arms wrapping around the other girl with great conviction and zero shame.

[mpxblairkim]

“ what did they do to you? ”

She groaned, still holding the ice pack to her bruised eye. “It’s fine, seriously,” Blair insisted, waving her hand, “No concussion, nothing bad. You should see how they look though.” Chuckling at her own joke, she winced when the ice pressed a little too hard against a tender spot. “It’s just a bar fight,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders, “Granted, we were outside the bar already, but that still counts.”

[mpxgiselle]

“You want to be my taste-tester?”

Spending time with gorgeous Lalisa was always amazing. The fiery streak that could be found in both of them ran stronger in the other girl’s veins, and Giselle loved it. Whenever Giselle couldn’t think of what to eat, most of the time she would make her way to Tum Tum Express; to be able to try out new menu items exclusively before their launch was, to Giselle, an immense honor of a lifetime. “Yes,” she exclaimed with a sharp tilt in her tone, eyeing the takeaway boxes that lay before them. “Which should I begin with? They all smell so damn good.” 

[mpjack]

❛ you won’t last long. ❜

starter for @mplalisa

Unfortunately, as much as he hated to admit it, she was right. It didn’t occur to him that the girl wasn’t kidding when she mentioned that it wouldn’t be a place that he’d enjoy. Perhaps it was his impulsiveness or the fact that he didn’t back down on most things that he even went ahead of himself as to accompany her.

“You know what? I really thought you were kidding  on this one.” He mentioned, staring at the door then at the woman standing beside him. Jackson couldn’t read her expression. Delight? Annoyance? A little bit of both? He couldn’t tell. The fact that he won’t budge from where he was standing didn’t help too.

“Of course I wouldn’t last long.” He murmured under his breath. Of all places they’d go to, it was a restaurant that served spicy dishes and Jackson, for the life of him, couldn’t stand eating these kinds of food. “Maybe I can interest you into eating some place else?” It was worth a try seeing that the female had yet to push him in or drag him away.

[exmpxmuzen]

Cocktails & Queues

cocktails & queues | cont from here w/ @mplalisa ft muzen & lalisa 

“Huh?” Muzen blinks in a moment of surprised confusion as he hears his date mentioned. His actual date was off somewhere, like a shy little scared-y cat, hiding in his shadows, so as Muzen looks around to see the equally confused, yet ever so fresh faced pretty young woman looking back at him, they share a moment of confusion, before his smile again brightens and he shakes his head. Extending out a hand he gestures her closer, happy to share his place in the queue and save her a long, jostled wait for her turn. “Whatever she wants!” He exclaims happily and glances back to the bartender with a nod, allowing the young woman a moment to place her order. “The fruity cocktails are quite something” he murmurs over to her with a flash of a wink. He was already on his third, and this vessel was considerably smaller then the last and didn’t seem to have such a high tolerance because of it. 

[mpxposeidon]

👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .

tension symbol meme: still accepting

Poseidon hadn’t meant to fall asleep at his desk but, it was getting a little late and he’d been working meticulously all day on paperwork. Leaving his crew to call him only if he was absolutely needed in the field. Several minutes passed before his bleary eyes opened to focus on the soft light in his office. He let out a loud yawn as he lifted his head and stretch his neck and arms from where he laid on them. As he blinked a few more times, a figure came into focus in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He blinked again and noticed it was none other than Lalisa. The god couldn’t help but jump a bit in his seat, startled to find the demigoddess simply wait for him to wake up.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, calming his racing heart. “Good gods, Lalisa. You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”

[exmpairmid]

unexpected ;;

the yao guai apartments with @mplalisa

it’s not that she doesn’t like being home anymore, it’s just that she’s had to miss yixing’s presence for the last six months and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t make use of the opportunity of living so close to him again to spend a few nights in his company. he’s got his work to do, of course, so during the day he’s out and about patrolling the streets or doing paperwork - she honestly has no clue what his job entails these days - but every evening he comes home when he knows she’s there, and since she arrived the night before and spent an entire night and day here, she knows he’ll come home tonight.

she’d taken the day time - after getting his permission to do so - to clean the house, do the laundry and then take a long, hot relaxing bath with some soothing herbs in the mix to allow herself to fully settle into the thought of being back home where there was not such a strain on her mind and soul as there was in the mortal world. it had all done wonders, his apartment squeaky clean - though not a single thing aside from laundry had been removed from its position - and her mind and soul cleansed as well.

rather than put on her own clothes again, she’d decided to wear one of his longer shirts straight from the dryer, its warmth seeping comfortably into her skin, its length allowing her to wear nothing but that as a sort of dress. she was highly comfortable in it, highly comfortable in his space too, and so it was that as the evening came around, she was in the kitchen like that, preparing dinner for the both of them, when one of the people in the building walked up to the apartment door and then the key turned in the lock.

it was most definitely not yixing, she could sense that much, which had her curious who else would be entering his apartment at this time of day. she couldn’t just leave the food unattended, however, and so she took a moment to move the pot from the fire for the time being before she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to go see who this vaguely familiar essence belonged to.

she came face to face with a blonde haired young girl, clearly a demigoddess, and it took only a moment longer to realise that this was a demigoddess related to yixing. “ah,” she said, completely comfortable despite being in nothing but one of yixing’s shirts. “good evening. are you joining in for dinner?”

[exmpxdiana]

“ you deserve better. ”

3, 4, 5 Sentence Starters | Accepting

Diana paled at the comment, an alarmed expression crossing her face. “What do you mean?” She asked softly, tugging self-consciously at the high collar of her shirt with slightly trembling fingers. She really wished it wasn’t the middle of summer, because the heat made it hard to cover the discolouration on her neck that seemed to refuse to fade. Even so, she thought she had hidden it well that day.

“If you mean better service, I don’t mind waiting a little-- it seems like you’re busy today,” she replied with a strained smile, hoping to play it all off. But she was not that smooth, so she was rather nervous it wouldn’t work. “I appreciate the sentiment, though.”