#hello!! hopefully this is alright!

[princessmaid]

@finalslay asked: “Ah, well, it’s just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy.” / from adam. hi !!!

Snow pouted at his words, rosy petaled lips jutting out a bit. That sounded. . . not ideal. She had been subjected to odd living spaces too - as a maid, she was shoved into the furthest and oldest servant's quarters. It was half-boarded up and falling apart. Dark and gloomy and dusty. It affect her mind she swore. When everything was tidy and in its place and prettied with flowers and the smell of something cooking, well, everything felt a bit better. Maybe that's all this place needed!

"Why, that doesn't sound too nice," Snow chirped. "We could draw the curtains open - and clean up a bit! Brighten up the place. It could be different."

[noxious-fennec]

Trying out some new designs (aka playing dress up)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Had to flip through my omnis to find more speedo magneto

I JUST READ THAT ISSUE THIS WEEK LET'S GOOOOOOO

[ask-shane]

i found the crab that nipped your toe at ginger island.

he had one taste and craves more

(welcome back dawn !!! i hope ur feeling ok <3)

thwop

ow… i feel the pinchers nipping on my jacket.

[ilynpilled]

hi guys i was in an accident and had to be in the hospital for a while but im home now

[ver0sha]

@hoovedrycal liked for a starter!

"Oh, this? Its a PIP droid." Osha said, patting the 'head' of PIP. She smiled fondly. "Best droid a girl could have." The hand-held droid chirped a series of beeps in agreement, wiggling about in the holster on her hip.

[spectergeuse]

it is a very credible threat - he can see how it sits on her thin shoulders, the weight of the past, commonplace in the line of work he's adopted, even more familiar when thrown his way. she's done it before; she'd do it again. there's just one catch. it pulls at one end of his mouth, too. ❝ can't kill what's already dead, kiddo. ❞ there's so much lackadaisical attitude with the statement, someone might even mistake it for a joke. and it sort of is. he's not taking a bit of this seriously, even though he really should be. the specter simply looks on at her with his dark, glinting eyes. ❝ you're more than welcome to try, though, ❞ he continues, leaning back to lounge like a cat on the fainting couch, yet with feet kicked up on the wrong side, slung over where his head should be. because he always has to be contrarian, somehow.

❝ you ever exorcised a ghost before ? ❞ this, too, is played for laughs, half-attached to their conversation at large. but it is a very legitimate question for beetlejuice, one he asks only to get a real gauge on her and her particular flavor of rage.

@lonelybleds : ❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜, from x

[primalady]

@yaoogui liked for a starter.

Marie had never been to a night club. She hadn't even gone to a bar before that hadnt had some French name and priced their drinks at insane rates.

And while she was dressed to the nines in a cute thousand-dollar itty-bitty white dress that her Grammama and Mother would clutch their diamond necklaces at and her prettiest shiniest sapphire jewelries, she felt out of place between the dancing bodies, club dancers, and bottle girls. A writhing thing of bodies in a humid, smoky multi-color haze. It was different from what she was used to - a kitten in a pack of lions, tigers, and hyenas (oh my).

Wasn't that what she wanted? To be a bad girl? To push the limits? To break the mold her mother and grandmother forced her into while her triplet brothers got to do anything they wanted?

Yet here she was pushing and pulling against the crowd, running away from college classmates that were getting pulled into the tide of the club. Until she stumbled fully into a man, her drink (champagne, of all things) tumbling onto his suit.

A nice suit, the up-and-coming opera singer noted.

Her sapphire eyes widened as she looked up at the other (her height wasn't all that much taller even with the Louis Vuitton custom heels she wore.)

"I'm so sorry."

[ourmanjack]

few have ever been granted access and viewership into jack's upstairs study, to watch his chaos unfold in real-time, but he feels this an appropriate, and momentous, occasion to take part in. though the two have not known each other long, few werewolves cross his path that aren't fully and permanently transformed. ❝ and now, with the moon in a waning crescent, we have plenty of time to plan ! ❞ he bustles about the other like a bat. ❝ i have heard this can be quite the tumultuous time, for shifters. i want to make it as easy as possible for you. ❞ not only because this is his town, his home, but he is truthful in his words - he's heard horror stories, and not the fun kind; he would never want to unwittingly put someone through that. only then, when that thought occurs to him, does he pause to look over at them. carried away by his macabre imagination and excitement, as he often does. ❝ what sort of preparations do you make for your full moon ritual ? anything of note that i might be able to assist in ? ❞ despite the sort of energy he styles himself with, he is genuine about his help, caring in his words.

closed starter for @wolfvirago, requested from the call !

[edgerated]

"Did We...?"

@just-asimple-brunette

Send "Did We...?" To wake up hungover next to my muse in bed

Adam was still a little out of it when he turned to see the person in his bed beside him. "Uh...huh?" He smiled softly with his eyes a bit squinted as he looked at the other and the sun began to shine into the room. "My head is pounding..."

[bessmrvin]

@hatesdogs asked: “ i belong to no man, and no one. ”  

"See, I actually do believe that." Bess commented, pointing at the other in agreement. She felt like she was on shaky ground, licking away her pink lip gloss. The taste of false strawberry made her only more nervous. Bess wasn't dumb; she knew this person was powerful. His aura screamed 'I-do-what-I-like'. God, why did Nancy ask her to investigate this lead?

"You seem like someone who does what they want when they want. So-so that's what's stumping me," she continued. "Why take orders from those men?"

[calledher]

@xseaofrosesx liked for a starter.

"I mean, I don't expect my art to last. Isn't that the beauty of true art? The untangibleness of it. Its there and means something for the few people who see it and then - that's it." Bora commented, leaning back to look up at the spray paint graffiti cooling in the night air. "It'll get covered up in a day or two I bet. What do you think?" Her gaze shifted to look up at the other from her squatted position.

[noxious-fennec]

It's pomegranate season :)

A redraw of this piece from around a year ago

[w0lf9an9]

— (@luneblush liked for a starter!)

Hazel didn't go to places like this. She went to dance clubs, but always with the safety of her friends. Never alone. Eudaemonia. It wasn't a dance club; it was a different sort of thing. Something she was sure wasnt for her to find. She had done a deep search to find the name of this place... a place for vampires. Maybe she could find her mystery vampire here?

She just didn't expect getting stopped. Her hands fiddled together, picking at her cuticles.

"I'm trying to find... something-so-someone." Hazel stumbled over her words. "I'm--uh--" What? Looking for a vampire? Wouldn't it sound silly? What if her online search were just crazy rumors!? It was even guaranteed that he'd be here! She swallowed roughly as she tried to stay firm. "I'm looking for someone."

[fckinglion-archive]

@barbieidol : 🎁 - wrapped meme.

“ i remember falling through these streets, somewhat out of place if not for the drunkenness— ”

mermaids - florence + the machine.

[phantomansion]

@maidensdeath liked for a starter!

"I wanted nothing more than to be free of that mansion." Elizabeth revealed with a secrecy to her tone. As if speaking such heresy would bring down the fist of the curse she was under. "Alive. . . and dead."

Despite death, Elizabeth had a glow about her, literally and figuratively. She glowed faintly, almost purely; the light clinging to her chest as if coming from her heart. And she still had life in her dark eyes like galaxies of hope. "I wanted to be a teacher, out west. With him." Love and care painted the singular pronoun. Him. Her beating heart - Edward.

"What did you want once?"