#phantomforce

[zekewavev2]

"When Clockwork tasks you to help train three teenagers from Manhattan who got their ghost powers by miraculously NOT dying."

"And your boyfriend comes to help and be there for emotional support because now you took the role of being the older sibling."

[starbornsoulrider]

i realized i hardly ever ride Phantom for some reason? so i brought her out for a hack through the snow :D

[spidersiren]

❝ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❞ humors @phantomforce.

❝ the world is ending. it's your average tuesday. you pick, i guess. ❞ all of this comes casually, easily. lor is actually examining her nails. it's all a ruse, however ; the truth was, something nervous was thrumming through her system.

she hated needing help.

it takes a moment for her to speak again. ❝ you ------- know more about spirits and stuff. i have some questions. ❞

[starbornsoulrider]

finally bought a percheron! meet phantomforce :D

[starbornsoulrider]

[lylarchive]

PROCESSING : // INTEL FROM @phantomforce { ❝ most people scream at that part . ❞ }

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 [ . . . ] 𝟕𝟒% { ( 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥=𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 ) ; }

△ start screaming 〇 ask why ( ↑ curiosity ) ▢ humor ( ↑ charisma )

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lyla has her hands on her hips. ( she has hips ! sometimes, there was a newness to a body. a fresh chance. she is still acclimating to the weight of it all. ) her eyes peer over her sunglasses at him, the look she gives a little bit humored. ❝ not to be the coolest thing in the room, but i'm not most people. ❞

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the android crinkles her nose. ❝ why do they scream ? you're only intangible. that's, like, my every tuesday. hey, if we tried to stick our hands through eachother, do you think it'd cancel out ? ❞

[leatherforhell]

“look, can you please just — stop. stop it. /stop./“ the exasperation in his tone only grows, & he can feel his patience hanging on by a thread. she hasn’t stopped cooing & squealing for five minutes. the reason why is the little spirit hanging comfortably around his neck, eyes as big as they are confused, as they look to him for an answer. “if i let you hold him, will you — just. be quiet ?”

“Please?” Her eyes are wide, too, though pleading rather than confused. Clara holds out her hands and takes the creature so delicately. Perhaps people who haven’t seen her around her strays wouldn’t expect such gentleness, but her body shifts immediately. Her arms are held firmly to support, her posture balanced carefully to keep Poe comfortable. After checking to make sure that he isn’t frightened of her, she smiles, a soft sort of warming glow.

“Hello, Poe,” She whispers. “I knew Ronan had to be hiding friends somewhere. C’mere.”

Painstakingly, Clara lowers herself to the sidewalk and passes a hand over the nearby crack. Every blade of grass stands to attention, but most importantly, the lone dandelion follows along. It bobs amiably as her hand passes by it, drawn as if to the sun. She plucks a bit of fluff and holds it out to the creature, whirling it between her fingers. A makeshift toy.

[spidersiren]

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together ( don’t mind him cheating & making himself intangible so the rain goes through him ) / from @phantomforce.

there is something comforting to the rain. maybe the siren is just too familiar with water, the ease of it noticeable in how her shoulder relax, how she tips her chin up.

it's a downpour. lightening strikes, thunder sounds in the distance, and for the first time, probably, in his presence, lor smiles.

❝ would it hurt you to get a little wet ? rain's good for the soul. ❞ her hair is drenched already, but she stays still. lor's not even looking for shelter. ❝ your party trick's not impressing me. but i could probably use these rain drops as a way to fly, if i really wanted. ❞