#✦ bloodrodeo

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @bloodrodeo

at least the bed he wakes up in is familiar. even better, at least he recognizes the back of the man laying in bed next to him. stifling a groan by shoving a pillow into his face, declan is quick to roll over and pretend to be asleep until he hears trent moving around next to him. he doesn't know what to say - an apology? he remembers calling trent, wishing that trent was there, but he doesn't remember anything other than hazy details after that. he's sure that at some point, trent led him to his truck and declan had fallen trying to get in, protesting that he was too pretty to have to climb for a ride home - and then... this. trents awake now though; declan can't keep hiding from the reality as he rolls over, "good morning, bud. sorry to make you drive all the way out here. you totally didn't have to. i could have gotten an uber home."

[bruiscdmouth]

Fred hasn't told Trent where they're headed. He's been tight lipped the entire time. Pointedly hasn't looked at Trent's pretty pleading eyes or pink mouth because he knows he'll instantly fold. "You'll love it." Freddie explains as he pulls onto a long dirt driveway. He figures Trent knows something is up because Fred insisted they take the SUV they usually save for driving up to the cottage. Freddie's booked them a ranch and there's a ring in his pocket. He doesn't know how long he'll last. Freddie's famously bad at keeping secrets but it's been weeks thus far. The best he's ever done. "Y'see the horses?" Fred grins as the ranch finally comes into view. It's sprawling and surrounded by pastures. Fred might buy it if Trent likes it enough. @bloodrodeo

[anthrcpophagi]

continued from here ♡ @bloodrodeo

“What about all of the above?” Maren narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips into a think smirk. “I do, yeah. I know I shouldn't, but I started after my Mama left. She used to smoke. I mean, still does, probably.” She smiles weakly, a rueful glint in her eye. Somewhere out in the world her mother was probably chainsmoking a pack of Malboro Menthol cigarettes, her mind far away from Maren and the trouble she’s gotten into since her departure. “I know it’s a bad habit, but I’ve never really been the type to take care of myself anyway. And I don't like drinkin', so I gotta have some sort of vice, right?”

[ohmylcve]

closed starter for @bloodrodeo !

"you said you weren't the jealous type." layla lifts her eyebrow, wondering why a smile was forming up on her lips. was it enjoyment or was it because she wanted proof of his feelings? either reason - or any reason at all -, she didn't mind the great feeling that had rose up. "they didn’t mean anything by that, anyway."

[narrativeanomaly]

@bloodrodeo // continued

It was a silly way to die, but death has come to them in much stranger and sillier fashions then falling off a fence and breaking their neck. If anything, it was mostly just embarrassing.

But Trent has yet to meet Wrinkle and so they need to see this through.

They hear his voice and turn towards it, still walking slowly on shaky legs, still wishing it was raining so they could turn their mouth to the sky. But it's not raining. They keep walking until the come across Trent, and they stare down at him with those sharp, glowing eyes they have and then they speak again.

"i need something to drink."

[wormful]

a starter for @bloodrodeo based on this meme.

It was a cold night as soon as the sun set, and it was hardly even autumn. At least Kenzi felt prepared, with his fleece blanket and raging campfire he totally built all on his own. (Not. Help from his friend was definitely necessary.) Now that they were warm and cozy on opposite sides of the bonfire, it fell eerily silent.

There was an extended pause before Kenzi spoke up. "How is it that you’re never scared?"

[driiipgod]

@bloodrodeo LIKED FOR A STARTER.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry, man.” Colby said, trying to reassure Trent that he would be all good. “It’s all apart of the game, I promise that you do not have to care of me.” He said, leaning back into the couch. Having to be written off television, right as he was getting his legs back from under him was not a good feeling. His body was beat to shit, there’s no debating that part.

[lcngdays]

@bloodrodeo // continued

Blair watches Trent. He suddenly sees him much better, now that the overhead lights are gone. It was just one of those weird things that he could do now. See better in the dim light, and see well in the dark. He keeps his gaze slightly down, though, not wanting the thin thread of light that still came in through the windows to catch his eyes and reflect back. Sure, Trent had seemed open enough to the fact that Blair had studied the paranormal, but how open would he be to knowing just how deep that research had gotten?

"no other candles, huh?" He asks, curling up against the arm of the couch and hugging his knees to his chest. "that's okay. maybe the lights will come back."

Blair hadn't spent much time in Texas. He didn't have any idea how quick the power companies were here at restoring power, and he doesn't feel like asking. The comparison to what he did to X-men does draw a slow smile from his face, however.

"tinfoil hat people are usually just crazy." A pause. "usually. some of 'em are just desperate."

[tcmbcy]

closed starter for: @bloodrodeo / plot in source!

danny's on cloud nine right now after a shutout win against the team's biggest rival, there was no bringing him down from this. he and a few of the other guys hit up their usual bar across from the arena, which is usually full of fans celebrating right along with them but his eyes fall on one out of place jersey. "this is definitely the wrong place to be wearing that." danny hums, motioning the bartender for another beer as he glances at the stranger next to him. "but don't worry. the guys and everyone else celebrating are too drunk to care."

[sarcaasmic]

@bloodrodeo liked for a song-based starter and got [I Know the End by Phoebe Bridgers]

Ellie was getting antsy inside the trailer. She was alone, her dad at work. Well, that was where he was last she knew anyways. And as unsafe as her home was, the outside world wasn't much better. With the fires, the violence, the screams. The park was too dense, too many people. She needed to get somewhere safer. Soon her home would be just as easily broken into as the ones around her.

She gathered anything she deemed useful –clothes, first-aid, weapons, amongst other things– and threw them in the backpack she used to use in high school.

Then after peaking out her window and making sure the area was relatively quiet, she stepped out the door. Armed with her dad’s hunting knife, she walked through the small spaces between trailers.

She had no goal in mind except to get somewhere less crowded and more secure until this all went away.

When she'd fought with her boyfriend and subsequently broken up with him, she thought that would be the thing that made this a bad week. Not the end of the world.

[jessiebites]

✶ pwease 🥹

Send ✶ and I’ll write a headcanon about our muses

i hc that jess always needs to be in contact w trent like they have a convo on every social media platform ever and also on the chalkboard/whiteboard on their fridge <3

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @bloodrodeo

"you don't owe me an explanation." his words are quiet and still seem to fill the space between them, heavy with things that were left unspoken for years, "i am not your keeper, am i?"

[bruiscdmouth]

"You ever wonder what the point of all this is? Like we're specks in the universe." Theo slowly inhales around the joint before reaching for Trent. Before slotting his hand against the back of his neck. Pulling him in. Theo presses their mouths together to exhale into his mouth. He's always been like this. Overly handsy. Always thinking everyone likes this. No one's ever told him no. "Meaningless little specks but look at you. So fucking pretty." @bloodrodeo

[anthrcpophagi]

@bloodrodeo sent 🎤 for a starter ♡ reasons to live - pale waves

   "You showed me how to love myself a little more."

[traumamor]

@bloodrodeo continued from here!

You could tell that she was drunk too, by the way her face was slightly red from the alcohol in her system. Her blue eyes would find Trent's face and slightly narrow. "Yeah, it was tonight." she said to him, pulling the cork on empty wine bottle in hopes to get some more out only to have one little trickle come from the very bottom.

Wobblily, she stands. "I made your favorite. Enjoy." her voice was dry, most of her emotions were gone. Fried, drained. "There's apple pie in the microwave." she had made it fresh for this occasion, putting it in the microwave to keep flies away and keep it as warm as possible, despite it being lukewarm / cold by now.

[gcldensnflwr]

“  there  is  something  in  your  throat  that  wants  to  get  out  and  you  won't  let  it.  my  attention  won't  hold  much  longer  if  i'm  left  waiting.  ” / @bloodrodeo