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🐟 LOCAL SEA SERPENT HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT | @mcneyhoney

People thought the sea was serene, and most of the time it was. The docks and shores were relatively quiet today, just a gentle swaying of waves thanks to a warm breeze. The quiet solitude was only ever interrupted by the occasional call of a gull.

And then by this guy.

Apparently he had either fallen into the ocean from somewhere or he deliberately went into the brine fully dressed. Either way, he's sopping wet and hacking up a lung. It goes on like this for long enough that it becomes concerning. Eventually his hands are on his knees as he finally coughs hard enough to dislodge whatever the hell—

It's a license plate. It's unclear how it ejected from his mouth, but seeing as it looks a bit gooey and the man has quit coughing, it seems it was the problem.

He's breathing hard, turning narrowed gaze towards the other. "...Thisss is why you don't litter."

[vitalphenomena]

BURNS LURCHES AWAY, ALL DRAMATIC AND PUT-UPON. His nose drips blood. He's fireproof, but not invincible.

He sits up slowly, still holding his throbbing face.

Nasally as can be: "How do I look? — nobody's actually done it before."

" oh shit dude ---- " fastens his leg in place quickly, coming to pat burns on the back. " y'fuckin' told me to!! c'mere lemmie have a look, show us your face --"

[consultingsister]

CHARACTER HEADCANONS GENERATOR

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If the sorce media was a musical, Cee would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing.

Cee can't make the voices go away.

Cee likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them.

Cee has been canceled on Twitter.

Cee is smart but also very stupid.

Cee listens to 80s music.

If Cee was presented with an intergalactic portal, they would enter it without question.

tagged by: @richardxoliverxmayhew tagging: @mcneyhoney @banschivs @gunmetalgrey and you

[cracknoir]

@mcneyhoney​ // liked.

     Things had gone to shit. Jimmy had been adamant that nobody was going to die that night, he didn’t need anymore beefs. They just had to bring up the past, just had to say her name. Six rounds had fired off, then a pause, then a seventh. Jimmy power-walked out the room, a glimpse of corpses behind him as he slammed the door shut. 

      “We got’ta go.” Jimmy said in a hushed tone, adrenaline was pumping now, they were in enemy territory. Christ knows how much muscle they had. “We got’ta get the fuck out’ta here. Now.” 

[noiralley]

@mcneyhoney​ cont. from here

                          " well honey that i can help with. "  

                    it might be a little too forward the way she steps behind his seat, hands slipping under his coat to gently slide it off of his shoulders. there's a lot of things in life that stefani excels at, the main two being performance and, ah, performance. now whether or not he's aware of her reputation the blonde isn't sure, but typically men frequent auster for very few reasons.

                          from behind him she props her six inch giuseppe zanotti's on the arm of his chair, hikes her dress up around her thigh to expose the pack of cigarettes held there by her garter. " help yourself, i'll get us some drinks. "

          The contact of her hands over his shoulders sends a shiver down his spine, but it isn’t unwelcome. It’s true that he didn’t just come here for the drinks alone.

          There’s no hesitation from him as he slips the pack from its place strapped to her thigh, and he’s bold enough to slide it back into place after he’s taken a cigarette for himself. “Whiskey sounds good. Bottom shelf, I ain’t picky, it all tastes the same to me. But, look, babe, you’re gorgeous, but you might be a little young for me, y’know? I’m a lot older than I look.” He may in part be fishing for a compliment, but the rest of it is true enough.

[miidnighters]

[ text; nox ] u know thats the first time thats come back as an affirmative [ text; nox ] congrats :) [ text; nox ] also thanks but my lungs r fucked n i shouldn't

[ text ] i say this w all the love in my heart [ text ] but were u dropped on ur head as a kid ?????

[adrnitis]

@mcneyhoney​​ liked for a smutty starter with decker. 

“ hmm, yeah ? ” but decker is not really listening, he is wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling nox flush against his body, pushing him back enough so he can hold the other against the wall. it starts off with lazy kisses, wandering hands, needy little sighs. and before long, decker is peppering little love marks down his jaw and neck, sliding a hand under his shirt, rolling his hips against the other’s. “ you are handsome as fuck, you know that ? ”

[lazarising]

@mcneyhoney

“No hard feelings?” Dean smirks, putting out his hand for the other person to shake. He’s good at pool. What can he say? Years of hustling has made him genuinely talented to the point where he doesn’t have to rely solely on charm and an act to get a few bucks. Though the charm certainly doesn’t hurt.

[grenkids]

@mcneyhoney​

“It’s hard to be good when you’re so much better than everyone else.”

[lazygut]

‘ i can't make any sense of all the letters you write, it's like your pen doesn't work. ’

w .    @mcneyhoney​​​

[miidnighters]

Yeah, yeah. Flattery will get him everywhere, probably.

Callisto hopes he's ready, because they're gonna get one chance at this. She similarly has her phone out as she collects her large vanilla iced late - rattling the ice as she silently works a little charm to double the volume when it's tipped out. In the same second, she scuffs her toe, tripping--

-- and spilling the entire mysteriously double-volume drink directly all over this man. Some of it gets on his shirt, but most of her ice-cold drink hits his crotch, making it look like this man has pissed himself, very badly, in the middle of this cafe.

"Oh my gosh!" Callisto wails, turning immediately to grab some napkins and start dabbing at this mans pants.

"You stupid bitch," He snaps at the same time. "Watch what you're doing!"

there's one thing they have in common; scars! granted, most of nox's are hidden beneath badly done tattoos, but the kid wears a lifetime of beatings everyday. he's noticed, don't get me wrong, but knows what it is to be stared at. questioned. call it solidarity how he avoids looking. as she moves he stands a little straighter, giving her a wonky smile and a wink.

" you're some woman, you. "

she goes one way, he goes the other, coming up on the business man's rear. his own phone is pulled from his pocket, interest in a made up text his excuse for loitering mid-coffee shop. waiting for her to cause a scene, he keeps the laptop in the corner of his eye.

[miidnighters]

THINGS  YOUR  MUSE  WILL  NOTICE  ABOUT  MINE.   repost  ,  do  not  reblog.

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE.   Bella looks delicate. She's small, and thin. Potentially could be described as waiflike. She wears her blonde hair long, and often leans into this perception.

In terms of clothing, she favours soft fabrics and soft colours. She tends to wear long sleeves, and likes long skirts or leggings unless she's hunting, in which case it's black all the way, and the skimpier the better.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE.   Bella herself doesn't really have an inherent smell. Maybe the crispness of cool air. She does like soft floral scents when she uses anything scented.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE.    On a base level, Bella's blood tastes toxic to anyone that's not another vampire. To anyone that is, like a fledgling she's feeding, it still doesn't take great. Cardboard ish.

On a different level, Bella's mouth tastes like strawberries, sometimes, or like fresh bread when she's of a mind to bake it.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE.    Bella is usually pretty soft spoken. Her accent is a posher kind of British from the time she spent in society, and she holds on to that even though her original accent was a lot more muted.

However, she's not afraid to get sharp when she needs to, if someone sparks her temper, and she's not afraid to snark and grown to put a little bit of fear in someone.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE .    

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[cracknoir]

@mcneyhoney​ came to the party.​

     It would be wrong to call Jimmy a natural born winner, but sometimes, sometimes it was good to be king. Dancing Queen had already been on four times, the place was packed. Broken glass littered the floor in front of the bar, the poor servers were rushed off their feet. The place erupted in a cheer that brought Jimmy burst out the hall to the back-office, the doors nearly swung off their hinges. He didn’t look any better than the sweaty messes dotted around the crowd. His shirt was untucked, his tie was around his temples. He had a bottle in his hand, and an all but smoked cigarette in the corner of his mouth. His friend, Jack, had taken a dart to the head by accident. That’s why they were cheering -- and to this, Jimmy embraced his friend, a hand around his shoulder and another cupping his face, telling him that he was the best friend he had in the world, and in that second, imparting this information was the most important thing in the world, regardless of the fact the dart was still sticking out Jacks head. 

     He spotted her -- from across the bar. Instead of wading his way across, he hopped the bar, knocking over a load of drinks as he did so -- a partial explanation as to why there was so many shards scattered around the place. “Good evening miss -- I’ll be your bartender this evening,” it was amazing how cocaine kept you on the level when combined with alcohol, he should’ve been a drooling mess -- but there he was, leaning on the bar, conversing relatively normally. “Management says you’re a VIP guest -- so uh, if you’d like to follow me --” he held his hand out expectantly, motioning for her to do as he did and climb over the bar. 

[redheid]

— i’m cleaning up and i’m moving on, going straight and choosing life.

@mcneyhoney​

— aye, buying yirsel a nice suit an awl?  fuck a tailor, ah could get masel an island totally of ma ain seclusion tae go head oan, tae choose life, if ah were given a decent amount fir the amount of times ah’ve heard thit yin. the off the stuff line after a day or a night or a week or a month tae low, but so whit the fuck if ah have? the greats take from everyone cunt before putting their great spin oan it tae make it their ain. tae make it work. mibbe the equation needs nox sayin it, no thit ah’ve seen him firmly on the wagon long enough fir me tae even believe he’s aware there’s a wagon at awl. naw, ah know the knife twisting feel oaf the likes ah someone not aboot tae face oblivion in form of shivers n sweats n fuckin worse, the absolute boredom of it, when ah’ve said the magic words masel. ah’m nothin if supportive, even if ah have the capabilities of acting like the fucker not aboot tae face hell in reali-tv form.

                ah smile, nod: pat the man oan the back.  — naw, man, thit’s, ah...  ah retract ma hand as ah lose masel. a pang of mislaid jealousy knocks the door doon in the villa mark renton. seeing anyone take the plunge even when ah’m sure ah’ll see them running the same course next week always leaves a string of philosophical but mostly peer induced envy set intae the conversation in ma heid fir a few days. ah dae not envy the physicalities, however.  — nae, thit’s great. good. good oan ya, are ... are yis starting now? ah wis oan ma way tae swanney’s if you’ve no officially signed oaf yet but. 

[belladoniic]

@mcneyhoney​ liked for a thing!! 

            “ hey~ i know you’re probably tired of hearing it, but i’ve got a favor to ask of you. ”

[deloresisout]

-- @mcneyhoney​!

      “Now Stefani, it ain’t like I don’t want you around-” but Dolly is pitching a fit about their lingering guest. She didn’t mind the young lady taking refuge in their home at first, but now she’s noticed how some of the guest rooms are being filled with shoes. Shoes galore. A bunch of heels, boots, scarves - her wardrobe simply cannot be confined to one room. “But y’know. Y’need to make amends with your father. He’s only hard on you ‘cause he loves you, y’know that?”