#window-service

[dumplingaisimmer-blog]

your fiance's are both so big. How do you feel about them being around theo since she's so small?

“I promise you, they’re more careful with her than I am. You’ve never seen a more gentle creature than Dahl or Jamison when Theo is trying to show them something, or is fussy and wanting to be cuddled!”

[vannbanker]

[[Secret Santa gift for @window-service ~! 🔔MERRI CHRISMIS🎄]]

[cursedmouthgall]

Dahl's thunderous footsteps echoed down the hall, and only got louder and closer as time drew on. Suddenly the red and white beast was panting breathlessly at the door frame of the yellow department, scanning the cubicles for- "GAAAALLLLLLIIUUUSSSS~~~" He roared, literally shoving desks aside to make way for the blue demon. What did he want? Who knew, but this ten foot monster was set on letting Gall know, not caring about the ruckus he was creating. (Answer whenever! @window-service)

Gall perks up from his nap upon hearing the loud thunderous footsteps as he blinks in confusion and looks around before flinching and getting a panicked look on his face as he hears Dahl calling out for him as he tries to think of what he might have done to make Dahl angry at him as his face turns pale while the blue demon hastily backs away from him until his back was up against the wall “Y-Yes?” 

[operationtixandtricks]

"So I heard you worked in tailoring, can you help me with something?" Dahl stoops down to greet Tix, grinning from ear tendril to ear tendril. "After seeing you, my heart got too big for my chest, think you can tailor that~?" (window-service)

“I, uhhh,,” Tix felt a nervous sweat break out; the big dragon was as intimidating as ever, and his presence made her tremble. But, she had just been asked a somewhat work-related question (although it felt more like some cheap pick-up line). But none the less, this situation required Tix to remain calm and professional. “I,… I think, uhh, what you’re looking for, is a doctor, not a tailor, sir…”

[big-gay-ray-blog]

Drink Me >:3c

The pair of them stumbled along the dimly lit pathways of the city park. Tunelessly singing to some songs they heard in the club just half an hour a go. Their arms were wrapped around each other’s shoulders, it was unclear if it was a friendly gesture, or if they were both worried that the other could topple over at any given moment.

They finally came across a bench that wasn’t occupied by any of the other nightly drunks. Ray daintily spread herself on the polished wood, elbows resting on the top of the back few planks. Jamison, however, dropped his ass down as fast as gravity could pull him, the bench squeaked and whined under his weight. 

The two of them sat in silent apprehension, staring wide eyed at each other, waiting for the bench to crack in two, they breathlessly laughed when it didn’t. 

“Oh Jamie, I–” she was interrupted by a wet, guttural belch, a cloud of smoke leapt from her mouth and fogged up the air. “I ain’t seen any man or monster neck down as much as you can in one go! Yer like a freakin’…” she waved her hands in the air as she tried to find the words “Livin’ funnel or somethin’.”

Jamison swiped the ashen cloud away from his face, coughing out a giggle. “Two throats can do you wonders, dear Ray. That and alcohol… uh, tol.. tulorrr…” his tongues slipped around in his mouth as he tried to sound out the word, eyes crossed in concentration while he tried to spell it out in his head.

“Tolerance?” Ray corrected.

“Yes! That.” 

Ray shook her head in disbelief, “’Ere I was, barely chokin’ down my fifth shot, and you already had two kegs floodin’ in yer gullet.”

“You impressed me too, I’d have never thought someone could melt a building’s plumbing with their own volcanic vomit.” He chuckled to himself, and leant in close “Let’s just hope Reddington doesn’t find out it was you.”

Her eyes sunk into their sockets, “Yeah… let’s keep that to ourselves.” 

“I shan’t tell a soul.” He placed his hand to his chest, as if he was making an oath to her. 

Ray’s phone buzzed, noisily vibrating the wood they were sat on. She clumsily fumbled around in her front pocket, her knuckles getting caught on the rim of the tight fabric. “Fekkin’ skinny jeans” she grumbled to herself. She swiped the phone’s screen, placing it to the side of her head.

“Hel-” Her greeting was interrupted by very loud german bellowing out of the speaker. “I think that’s yer girlfriend” Ray held the phone away from her now ringing ears.

“…Sh*t”

[fossilsofadryptosaur]

“She is the river flow in Orwell And tin wind chimes used for doorbells Fields and trees and her smell, fill my lungs Spent my summer time beside her And the rest of the year the same She is the flint that sparks the lighter And the fuel that will hold the flame Oh, roses, roses laid upon your bed spread Oh my, hold this, oh this, I know That every night I'll kiss you, you'll say in my ear Oh we're in love aren't we?~”

@window-service

[musicallymonstrous]

//I realized too late I gave him and extra set of eyes ahhhhhhhhhhh//

Jamison for @window-service!

//I have sketches of some of the other monsters but I could only finish one tonight, so don’t worry! I’ve still got a bunch more in the works!//