#whsprhouse

[sauntereddownward]

when the shorter man, the one who reminds them far too much of stede to be comfortable, walks off ( no doubt to go preach to someone else, which will inevitably fall on deaf ears ), jim sighs, shoves their hands deep into the pockets of their long, coat, && side-eyes ash with an unreadable expression.

"sooooo. you && him. what's your deal? i've seen my fair share of bad pirates but i haven't met one so vehemently morally opposed to it as him. && you." they flip the dagger in their hand lazily, the tip vaguely pointing at the other captain's chest. "what's your moral stake in all this, hm?" // @whsprhouse

               ❝      us? known each other for ages. he got caught up in the navy and then caught up in my ship.      ❞        ash laughs at her own joke, leaning against the wall and crossing their arms. watching as aziraphale wanders off a little ways but is careful to keep and eye on him just in case. after all he still wanted to see the good in everyone -- and while this crew probably wasn't actually capable of hurting anyone it would do better to keep an eye on the angel anyway.               ❝      gave him the choice to join my crew or die.      ❞          it's a lie that settles uncomfortably in their chest. yellow eyes watching the angel still behind sunglasses until they shift just slightly to the knife in jim's hand. smirking.

               ❝      eeh, no moral stake for me. though he's very into the whole right and wrong thing. more of a 'let what happens happens' kinda gal, myself.      ❞        their words drawl out a bit, shrugging.

               ❝      he's a bad pirate because he's not a pirate, simple as that.      ❞        

[witchaotics]

@whsprhouse bc we’re heathens. || for Laszlo

The vast library was just that; a vast library. Granted, Morgan had seen bigger but it was still a place where you could easily get lost in. He had come here for a rare tome on incantations and while he hadn’t found exactly what he was looking for, he had found a few other interesting titles.

So he was quite content in that regard.

Once he found himself a comfy seat to sit in, (or rather sit sideways with his legs dangling over the arm), he read for awhile, deeply fixated on the words as he often was when he was reading. It was like he was in a trance.

Laszlo was off somewhere in the library, probably looking at something pornographic. Soon as Morgan had inquired about the library, he seemed all too eager to show him its whereabouts and he grew suspicious about his intentions, especially since he was known to be quite a horn dog. One does not gain such a reputation over the centuries without partaking in sexual activities and at the frequency he did. 

Hours stretched on and Morgan finished his pile of books. He put them away in their proper place one by one. Some unfortunately were much too high to put up on ground level so he went up the ladder. A bit of stretching was required as the proper place was a wee bit far and his blouse lifted slightly, exposing some of his stomach. He strained a little and the fabric lifted higher, flashing the piercing in his navel. The air in the library felt a little bit cooler with his midsection exposed, but he ignored it.  Just a little bit further. Finally, he reached far enough and pushed the book into its place. His struggle had ended and he climbed back down to straighten out his shirt.

He glanced over Laszlo without even meaning to, but he didn’t seem to be reading his book. It seemed more like he was hiding behind it.  “You don’t seem to be very engaged in what you’re reading. Interesting, earlier you were so eager to come here for some reason.”

[thedjinn]

 @whsprhouse​  marwa takes him by the hands, giggling quietly. "keep your eyes closed!" she urges, pulling him forward a little further. "okay. here." they stop, and she reaches over, tilting his chin up with two fingers. "look." it's a lot different from the last time she was here — hundreds of years ago — and yet somehow, marwa remembers it as if were yesterday. she'd memorized the positions of these stars when she was a little girl. when she woke up in staten island centuries later, she thought she'd never see them again. "this is what i used to look at every night. you've shown me so much — i wanted you to see this too."

                                                          the djinn does not hesitate to follow her direction, eyes closed, it follows instruction without question, walking hand in hand. the djinn knows desire, it knows that there is no desire to harm in marwa’s actions, and even if there were he isn’t sure he would refuse her. fingers split from his, tilting his chin skyward and the djinn allows it’s eyes to open, looking through the thick lens of his glasses. he studies the stars above them, the vast expanse of the sky, the stars scattered above glowing. it feels very much like seeing marwa’s determination to learn, her love for knowledge, scattered in the sky above.

                                                        it is a beautiful sight, still he cannot help but turn his gaze to her, gaze dancing over her profile, the shape of her lips, her jaw, the shine in her eyes. he is in awe at the sight of her.   “ beautiful. ”   he says it softly, almost hesitantly as he watches her.

[izhands]

                                  dark gaze dances over scribe’s features, unconscious interest is hidden beneath a mask of disgust. ( a dirty little secret he keeps well under wraps. )      he’s standing too close, something he becomes intimately aware of when statement is given, more often than not, it is an intimidation tactic that with anyone else, might have worked. but the boy is just as fucking stubborn as ed, and just as stupid as his own damn captain.    izzy doesn’t retreat, even as scowl draws upon his features, he’s just as stubborn as the fucking lot of them.

❝ i’m actually super into that, so thanks. ❞ lucius. of course.

                                 “ i could kill you, you know. ”    it’s said casually, a step taken closer, head tipped back ever so slightly, so he can catch the other’s eye.    “ one fucking move, that’s all it would take to split you from belly to chin. ”    not a threat, a warning.    “ just one. ”

⟢ @whsprhouse​ ︱ accepting prompt !

[hlsng]

                                                      it really has been a shit week, a shit few weeks actually, first with the whole freddie-slash-nandor thing, and then the freddie-and-marwa-slash-freddie thing in london, and now . . .  colin is all grown up, which wouldn’t be that bad if he remembered, if he knew everything they’d done, or all the time they spent caring for him, bringing him up. so now, uncle guillermo and laszlo are . . .  well, right now they’re sitting in the library, he’s long since replaced the tea in his cup for stronger stuff and it seems laszlo has done the same with his own teacup, the little glass flask of red liquid doesn’t look any different than his usual fresh stuff, but he has no doubt it’s from nadja’s stash of liquor blood.   

                                                      the nest is empty and the realization is dawning on him, he has nothing after this, had already promised himself he’d leave when colin could take care of himself, and the original colin robinson is more than capable of doing just that, and nandor . . . don’t get him started. maybe that’s what does it, some desire in him to piss nandor off, or some realization that laszlo isn’t as bad as he thought, seeing him in a different light, as someone who whole maybe had very skewed perceptions, did care. just as much as guillermo himself, hell probably more considering he’d spent a year with the kid, or maybe for once the familiar doesn’t think at all. he just lets his body move him, allows himself to be free in the warm buzz of one too many and captures the vampire’s lips with his own, a hand moving to the other’s chest, not at all surprised when he finds his heart unbeating.

                                                      he pulls back far more coherent though, blinking away the buzz when he realizes they’re close enough to be breathing the same air, but he doesn’t retreat further.      “ shit . . . shit, sorry. ”    it very much feels like he should be pleading don’t tell nadja, not that guillermo doesn’t understand their dynamic, more that more often than not, guillermo is an outlier when it comes to things like that, and with the whole ‘nadja’s my girlfriend’ thing with his family, he isn’t sure it would go over well.

@whsprhouse​

[tcbeamazing]

@whsprhouse said: “Are you okay…? ‘Cause you don’t seem very okay.” my colin (adult 2.0) for your lasz :’)

"You mind your own damned business, Colin Robinson." The insult lacks the heat it might normally hold, his hands twitching at his sides. He can't deal with this right now, can't deal with being around him, but putting it off will only sting worse.

"I'm," he clears his throat. His voice threatens to crack and he hates that it does. (Truthfully, he hates that he'd been so weak as to raise the energy vampire in the first place. If he had ignored it like he ignored everything else, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much now). "I'm fine."

[guttersniper]

@whsprhouse​ said: shh. don’t make a sound. follow me. // from lucius. concept — ed keeping mutt on the crew during ep10, lucius is hiding in the walls, they catch each other sneaking around at one point, so lucius is like fuck ok get over here now

ginga nagareboshi gin.

mutt fixes his gaze onto him, sharp with an unsteady mix of reproach and wary shock and concern. lucius had become his friend, just as much as jim and frenchie had. just as much as the rest of them had -- and that makes something within him, hot and cold and sharp and dull all over, twist in his chest. he hates that he doesn’t have all the answers, that he can’t speak with conviction and actually mean it, that he feels more powerless and underfoot than brave.

still, there’s no use in thinking on the ifs and maybes and buts: here he is, alive, and that’s more than he was yesterday.

he follows behind, bringing up the rear. exploring the secret passageways installed on the ship had been his job, and it helped that he was genuinely interested in their pathways and usefulness. he recognizes the turn here, and where the straightaway they’re currently in leads to. he stops, grabs the hem of lucius’ tattered red shirt. “ luc -- “ he starts, almost calling him by fondly-given nickname. doesn’t know if they’re friends like that. (never called him that before, anyway. maybe it’s just an attempt to establish a little normalcy for the other, if he can.) 

“ lucius. “ he whispers, barely audible. he sits, points to the spot next to him. “ sit down. “ there’s no room for argument. “ are you hurt anywhere? “ he starts, watching his face all the while. “ you have to tell me what happened to you. understand? “

[hxyxkaa]

@whsprhouse​ asked:

“You make a lot of threats for someone who is short and can’t even do a push-up.” / from hunter, perhaps for their jinx form? or whichever you're feeling

Didn’t they SQUASH the weird smelly grimwalker once already? How did another one get here? 

               Eh. Doesn’t matter.

             Unorganized thoughts and even shorter attention span meant that the tiny deity would  re-focus on something he found more interesting than finding that answer--rather quickly at that.

                 They could deal with it later.

    Ruby eyes snap to lock on the blonde as Jinx twirls mid-air.

  “ I dunno’ what a ‘push-up’ is, but I bet a dead brain like you couldn’t beat MY cool trick. You wanna see?”