#speciosusmortem

[mournus]

@speciosusmortem gave THIS a likeylike 

Interesting looking plate you’ve got there.

“... You gonna finish that?”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Just for today...||(closed)

(cont.) @speciosusmortem

Faith frowned, her eyes darting from his...

...she tightened her jaw. It had taken a lot for her just to ask that much of him. “Yeah well not all of us are gonna live forever,” was that really the issue here? Was that why she’d pulled so far away from him? “You know what? you’re right, I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here, it was fuckin’ stupid.” 

She drew back from him crossing her arms tightly over her chest. She’d blame it on the liquor, one might think she couldn’t drink anymore than she already had. Faith, however, in pulling away from Drake, dove head first into the bottle. She wasn’t sober right now, not by a long shot but she was still functional, “Sorry I wasted your time I guess,” she muttered patting herself down for her flask and finally producing it from her jacket, and taking a swig. 

[ourpieceoutoftime-blog]

Different Customs | Closed for SpeciosusMortem

@speciosusmortem

It had been exactly 1-week since she’d moved into her new flat here in the brand new (to her) city. Melody was still getting used to Earth, and what it really was like to be on the planet (it was friggin’ huge!). Everything was bigger and grander than she’d expected, was greener than she’d expected but also greyer than she’d expected. The roads were black (or a faded black/grey), pavements light grey or white, a lot of buildings were greys, or silvers, or another ‘neutral’ colour. But there was seemingly trees everywhere! The more you walked around the city the more you saw! And, it seemed like, you could walk around for the whole day and still not see everything!

The days on Earth weren’t exactly what she was used to either, and so, it became an almost common thing for the ex-Time Agent to still be ‘out and about’, walking around, not getting back to her new little home until well past midnight.

Today, however, the sun was still out. Based on what she’d learned so far, and the position of the sun above, she’d say it was mid-afternoon. Possibly late-afternoon. Sometimes the difference between late-afternoon and early-evening were hard to differentiate. But nonetheless, as the woman walked, she seemingly walked more away from the ‘heart’ of the city she’d gone towards the previous day on her little exploring adventures. Eventually, she started to walk past a cemetery.

The sight of the place seemingly confused her, mainly because, from what she could remember, Mel never knew of someone who buried their dead. Even relatives. She’d seen a lot of cremation, and a lot of other ways, but not a lot of burials. It made her stop and just look at all of the graves there. The place (just like most things on Earth, really) was fucking huge! What terrible event had happened in this city for so many people to have died?

[furandlatin]

and one for Jamie!!

Send me the name of a muse you want to get to know better and I’ll give you a headcanon. // Always accepting!

Jamie, for some inexplicable reason, absolutely hates Justin Biebers music. Ok, no. He does have a theory. He’s… 75% sure the kid made a deal with a demon because no one can be that famous without selling their soul. So, Jamie would have zero regrets if a zombie ate him.

Zero. Zilch. Nada. None. Good-bye, Mr. Bieber, your music is terrible.

[latinverbis-archive]

Send a symbol to tuck the hair away from my muse’s face… // Always accepting!

speciosusmortem sent ❌ — since it looked absolutely ridiculous and unflattering.

He and River stopped running long enough to press themselves up against a brick wall and catch their breath. Declan could feel each rectangular shape pressing uncomfortably into the crown of his head as it leaned against the wall, digging into his shoulder blades, any place that came into contact with the wall behind him as his chest heaved. The witch, however, ignored the discomfort, the rough feeling of the brick beneath his fingers to concentrate on locating the latest individual they managed to piss off (read: River managed to piss off).

Through his boots, he could feel every vibration but nothing that felt like a rapid pursuit, nor any changes or shifting in the air other than it's natural flow and it's brief disturbance caused by his own movement and his companions. He didn't feel any strange drops or increases in pressure that wasn't, well... normal. Around them was simply a city going about it's business as usual.

"Okay. We're good, I think." he finally said, still leaning against the wall, "Well, for now, at least," and he heard a sound of displeasure, which in River's case could mean a plethora of things, "Look, I don't sen— " But, before he could say anything else to placate her, he was roughly grabbed by his tie and yanked off the wall. Sucking in a startled breath, Declan made a noise of surprise as he stumbled forward a couple steps before righting himself. In the next second, he felt River's fingers in his hair, smoothing it off his forehead and tucking it away from his face. Realizing what she was doing, Declan's expression changed.

"Seriously?" A scoff of laughter accompanied the incredulous question, "We have a warlock on our collective asses and you think now is a good time for a hair makeover?"

[sacrillegea]

@speciosusmortem

& like a roach after a nuclear annihilation, it seems no matter how hard she tries drake was an i m p o s s i b l e man to get rid of. Though annoyed, his presence oddly enough was one of comfort----- not something she’d usually associate with him.      The hound exhales the last bit of her cigarette before putting it out, head tilted in the other’s direction. ❝You know... as fun as this has been, I think it’s time you go.❞ Looks like that didn’t last long...

[idontkillorphans]

💀 Knee my muse in the groin (my muse fay cause why not)

The air was practically robbed from Sleipnirs lungs, a gut wrenching pant leaving his lips till he fell to his knees, hand holding his crotch as his entire lower body felt like it was on fire, groaning out as he hit the floor, the stone cool across his front. “Ughhhhhh...”

[just-badcode]

we’re the only single people at this wedding table lets get drunk and bitch about everyone au

@speciosusmortem - found this on your dwishlist and I loved it. 

“You know, I usually don’t care about whether Im single or not, but - “ She swallows another shot, sending a glance at the happy pair dancing on the dance floor. “But it has been a long month, and then I see those two and - has there ever been a pair that looked more perfect for each other? I dont even know them and Im happy for them.” 

[nobodyisdead-blog]

"Hey Nobody, I made you a scarf. And a hat. And mittens. And a sweater." He wonders if he should mention the socks and pants too. He wanted to make things for his ghost, sue him!

That was SO CUTE! Nobody bit down on their lip, mostly to keep the exciting squealing to a bare minimum.  Finally, after taking a moment to collect, Nobody grinned and wrapped the scarf around their head. “I didn’t get you anything, though! I didn’t know we was gonna do a gift thing, else I would have done something,” they complained, voice muffled through the scarf as Nobody pulled on the sweater, and then the hat firmly over the tangled mess of hair ( melting hair brushes were the WORST!! ). “Thank you so much. This is the best! You’re so good and nice and I love you so much, thank you,” Nobody smiled, pulling Keegan into a tight hug. 

[mournus]

Fact: I love seeing you all over my dash! Also foxglove and lupine

MEME ME UP SCOTTY

Fact: I love seeing you all over my dash too! Thank you bb

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

EVERYTHING???

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

My name (Nazan) is a pretty common Turkish girl name (but I also think it’s partly because my dad’s name also has Naz in it and he wanted to be part of my name too)

Naz - shy an - moments, my name means Shy Moments (Naz can also mean beautiful/delicate in the context of someone being ‘nazli’ so it can also mean Beautiful, Delicate Moments)

[notmyjeepyoucreep]

Ooo talk about my url even though I'm never on

LIKE I CARE IF YOUARE ON. 

SAY HELLO TO THIS ADORABLE DARLING . 

SHES GREAT. 

SHES COOL. 

SHES AMAZING I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW THE WHOLE WORLD DOESNT KNOW THAT YET DDD: 

All of their muses are individuals of their own and they are amazing to play with. Great back stories, great personalities, great EVERYTHING. 

One of the best OC writers (fandomless) Ive met her and I wont ever regret it. 

Mostly because this mun is kind and funnny and superbusywhichidontlike BUT THEY ARE FUCKING AMAZING. 

go write with them 

go be nice to them

go be amazing to them because they deserve it

[ourpieceoutoftime-blog]

Coffee, Tea, Food, People | Closed for SpeciosusMortem

@speciosusmortem

With a stretch and a yawn, Amelia sat up in her bed. She grumbled her way out of her bedroom and towards her kitchen, her hearts set on making herself a nice big cup of coffee to wake herself up. Most of the time she didn’t need to sleep every night, and when she did need rest, it usually wasn’t for too many hours. But, with that mentality, sometimes she went a little too long between sleeps or naps. It was totally all on her and completely her fault, but when you’re doing various things, sometimes you just don’t want to leave to go to bed.

Last night had been one of those nights. So, she’d slept a bit longer than usual, had been quite a bit more tired before going to bed than usual, and was still tired when she woke up. But she had things to do, people to meet and help, new places to explore. And most importantly, coffee to drink so that she could do all of that!

Opening her cupboard, the Time Lady grabbed the bag of ground coffee out, but it seemed way too light in her hands. Actually opening it up and looking inside, she saw why.

“No coffee then. Shit.”

Throwing the bag in the bin, Amelia knew she’d need at least some sort of caffeine to help wake her up. Otherwise, she may very well fall back to sleep!

“Tea! Always have tea!”

Nope. That was empty too and went straight into the bin.

“Right then, to the shops, I guess.”

She really hadn’t thought much of it as she grabbed her bag. She was still wearing her PJs and slippers, her hair a mess and uncombed, still in the (now extremely) messy bun she’d slept in, she hadn’t even brushed her teeth yet. But she needed coffee, so she opened up her vortex manipulator to ‘zap’ herself into a grocery store.

[latinverbis-archive]

Ooooo star thingy for River (I'm on mobile)

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following. // Always Accepting!

Their first impression of your muse: Um… what?

Current impression: She doesn’t seem so bad…

Are they attracted to your muse? Is there a day that ends in Y?

Something they find frightening about your muse: Well, if Declan is honest, the fact that death seems to have a rather close association with her is kind of uncomfortable, bordering on scary…

Something they find adorable about your muse: The fact that her cooking skills is mediocre is adorable. It basically gives him the excuse to cook for her because he loves to cook for his partners.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours? Yes. I mean, haven’t we established that he’s a fucking idiot by now?

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: Yes. If River wanted to go on a platonic date with Declan, he’d do it. If she wanted to go on a romantic one with him, he’d do that, too. He’s down for dates.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Uh… Unique (because Batshit would be rude).

Would my muse slap yours if they could? Getting burned alive is not on Declan’s Bucket List so even if he could, he’d give the opportunity a hard pass.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours? Only if River wanted to be hugged or kissed.

[sacrillegea]

❛ Remember boys and girls, don’t be a Dimwit! ❜ Drake again

BIOSHOCK INFINITE SENTENCE STARTERS PART ONE   - accepting !

❝Drake, the fuck— are ya sayin?❞Yup… you’ve lost her.

[furandlatin]

Difference of Opinion [Declan/River]

@speciosusmortem sent in "This was nothing but a disaster, I expected better of you,” for a Dismally Disappointed Starter

His brows shot upward above the rims of the heavily tinted glasses on his face, the sound of a scoff matching the gesture and a laugh accompanied the movement. They had just concluded a fight against a foe that could’ve gotten wildly more out of hand and affected more of the populous at large. Thankfully, it appeared only their foes had gotten what they deserved. Shaking his head, Declan adjusted the spectacles before finally responding.

"I think you and I have very different definitions of what "disaster" means," he replied from his position on the ground. Judging from the increasing number of footfalls he could feel heading their way and the sirens he could just begin to hear in the distance, he lifted a hand in River's direction.

"Although, if you want to avoid Deputy Thornton and further disaster then I suggest we get a move on because it looks like someone called the cops."

[tavianalvia]

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

He has a hard time singing without his voice breaking or going way out of tune - partially this is because he’s nervous about his voice.  Makes him more likely to mess up and a little less likely to even practice at all.  He could sing if he worked at it probably but he’s never worked at it.