#museinfusion

His mood was down, dampened by the monster who attacked him. It was a miracle that his lute case came out unscathed, so that was the only good thing that happened. However, Jaskier soon found a place to renew his spirits; a tailor shop. He saw the sign and without much thought entered with eagerness.

In the tailor shop, Jaskier slowly examined the shop he was in. He first looked at the line of clothes that were set in the display, and couldn’t help but feel amazed by the detail. There’s no doubt about it that he’ll get a high-quality doublet from the tailor. With a smile that completely removes his frown, Jaskier went to the counter, saw a bell you press to ring and touches it. 

...Ding!

"Hello?” The bard shouts aloud as if thinking that the bell hadn’t notified whoever works in the tailor shop. He presses it again, his impatience getting the better of him.

...Ding! ...Ding! ...Ding!

“Hellooooooo?” 

          Water continuously puring from the bathroom’s sink, pale hands washed young visage, a sigh left from lips as light blue hues intensily gazed towards the mirror. A moment which he deserved, silence surrounded him, peace. A desire to stay but he was aware it was not able to occur, as he needed to leave and stay by that pig’s side in the uproarious drawing room.

..........mazz is this a reference to brick's whole thing w crabs

Ok story time!

“You know, the first hint we were in trouble was when that old woman back at that shantytown touched your cheek and whispered, ‘Thinner.’”

Dated Stephen King references aside, they were in a real pickle. With a broken down scooter, fading sunlight, and not a house or town in sight it was looking like it was time to get the old feet prepped and prime for some miles. 

With one hand on his hip and the other shielding the sun out of his eyes, save for his suit Wade resembles more of a dad on vacation trying to get the family back on the road rather than a mercenary with a companion. 

“You would think a Vespa would have a little more reliability.” 

[🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs]

I used to play WoW and for a very long time I thought FTW meant “fuck the what” :’D

Never played WoW but idr how i came to the conclusion that ftw meant for the win.

Their evening was going rather smoothly, not too daunting for one of her first public appearances as Mrs. Teppes. There had been a few that had snubbed her, but most had embraced her appearance at Vlad’s side with open arms. Many often complimenting her looks, her gown, her youth... It was strange to see how warm so many other covens could be compared to the frequent chill of her husband’s own. Independence had finally been granted, his attention ensnared by the Venetian leader as they discussed some sort of hunt they planned to embark in. A subject that Vlad had permitted her to wander from his side for to fetch a glass of wine.