#lcngdays

Flynn had certainly noticed when Wolfgang came and sat next to him. Noticed when the other got closer - though god forbid he say anything, lest he get his head ripped off.

It's only when the other fully gives in - curls against his side, drops his face into Flynn's shoulder - that he looks up from where he was pretending to care about whatever was on his phone.

Chapter 4: The Bird Eater Verse 1

The comment in itself is harmless, Waylen assumes... Luck is considered a good thing, to have it considered a good trait. Yet, he doesn't like it. He's not lucky, he has worked hard to survive, to stay on good graces... It's all been hard work. None of it has been luck.

"Really?" He hides the unpleasantness of it. "I don't understand why you think that..."

@lcngdays asked: " i'm not sure that's true . " from the sound of nightmares meme

❝ no i swear it is! look it up! mister alvarez would have never lied to me. ❞ she's adamant in the truth of the random fact she picked out of her brain. tonight was all about removing herself from the supernatural bullshit that plagued every second of her life since she had been resurrected and having fun for once. shutting down any thought of her existence since brady knocked on her door that night and a bunch of tito's had pretty great results so far to bring back the girl she once had been.

addendum: (from bubbles to gaster lmao oops) PROMPTS FOR FIRST MEETINGS & AWKWARD CHATS

"Do you?"

Gaster is hardly bothered by the comment, relaxed posture shifting to look at the... Sans variant. So he assumed.

FOR THE SICK

@lcngdays: "I feel dizzy."

House’s eyebrows furrow as he examines his newest clinic patient. Not that he’s thinking too hard, as he’s not thinking at all, for the symptom was too vague and could be both caused by and be related to too many things for him to count.

"Have you tried eating some candy? You might have low blood sugar."

He suggests as much based on how many times he’s found that to be true. Waddling towards the cupboards and counters, he pulls out a drawer full of lollipops meant for pediatric patients and hands one to them, stealing a red one for himself.

@lcngdays , sass ; "i'm the asshole? what does that make you then?" / prompt

@lcngdays || [ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop  - isaiah

There was only ever so much of a signing he could take before it got to be a bit much. Alex figured he was just lucky that he was able to escape for a moment before his publisher noticed.  

The weird look from who he assumed was the janitor was probably a whole different thing, but he lucked out on no questions the moment he escaped through the roof exit. Dangerous? Probably not, there was a whole helicopter pad and pleanty of room for a smoke. 

A sigh escaped him as he pulled his pack to light up. The nicotine was a calming sensation, the wind nothing more than backdrop, the extra sound of the door opening again— 

“Ебаси!” 

It was probably a miracle that his cigarette didn’t go over the railing. It was probably also a miracle that he suffered only what he was going to claim was a mild heart attack over the idea of someone following him.