#inthiskingdom

wtf i love u so much ???    tutu ur honestly one of   THE   biggest lights of my rp experience.    you never fail to send such fucking sweet shit and you are beyond delightful to write with.    I’M DROPPING UWUs EVERYWHERE AND IT’S BC OF YOU.......   

     He liked to check over all the tech before they started a show. Make sure the camera was charged. The mics weren’t going to peak. The streaming software wasn’t doing that weird thing where it desynced audio and video. Despite not living there he often was the first on set. He sighed as he pulled a piece of gum off his cart. “Seriously, there is a trash can in here! My cart is not a rolling gum holder!”

       ❛   WELL, i’ll have to start doing KISS or BOWIE makeup. i’m sure the rest of the band will like it. we’ll really stand out if ONE of us is dressed like a spaceman.  ❜ he pulls his shirt up enough to wipe sweat off his forehead before putting hands on his hips to examine her outfit.  ❛  i would not believe it. you’re joking, right? it looks like you’ve been working on that for weeks.  ❜

“all i could do was take the P A I N away. i’m so very sorry, but that’s all i could do. i’m sorry.”

THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS COULD BE SO CUTE. CUTE WEREWOLF WAITRESS PLUS CUTE BUBBLY LAWYER.

Oh how the tables turn; once upon a time, Percy was the one being pulled off people for instigating fights, but now HE’S the one pulling people off and preventing fights. Sure, maybe the person that insulted Mal deserved it, but with her powers, she’d do MAJOR damage to them, and they can’t have that. Percy’s arms link around her waist from behind and he pulls her away and glares at the other, who gets the picture and runs in the other direction. With a sigh, Percy sets her down and brushes the hair from her face, “They’re just jealous they can’t pull off that hair color as well as you’re able to.” 

   “SHE LOVES ME, no matter how much she denies it.”

Remy keeps the distance between them as minimal as possible. His eyes stay closed as their heads rest against the other’s. One of Remy’s hands laces with Mal’s as he brings his other hand up to swipe away the tears he hears her sniffle. His eyes open, just to gaze at her as his lips tug into a warm smile, “Y-You don’t nneed to w-worry about a-anything, Mal,” he softly reassures her, “You’re a g-good person, and I’m nnnot g-going to llleave your ssside. Ever.”