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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."

[filthystill]

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In the night, you fight yourself. Square up, eye to eye, nose to nose. He knows all your tricks, because he is you. It starts on a couch. An old couch, a couch he hadn't seen in years, but he didn't question it, didn't think. There was no sky out the window. He didn't notice. He was underwater, he was drowning, but it was fine.

Stumbled to the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, facing away from him. Orange hair. No face. There's a throb, in his throat, a block of ice at the base of his spine, telling him not to go in. Not to speak out.

He's passed out, on the kitchen island, dead silent. There's a bottle next to him, mostly drunk, and a gun in front. She had been awake since he'd come crashing in, they'd been ships in the night lately. Hardly seen her dad. She came out her room in a pink dress robe, took her a minute to walk across the penthouse. It was so empty. So bare. It could've been awkward, for the person currently watching Jimmy sleep. It did bristle in her spine for a moment that this could've been a dangerous situation she was walking into, but she was too tired, too hungry, didn't give a damn. Didn't say anything when she walked past. Moved the gun into the bread-bin, checked Jimmy's pulse, he stirred minorly, muttered "the job," then some horrible low deep wheeze, a rumble from his chest, like thunder. She grabbed a bowl, cereal, in the fridge, "you want anything?" She asked out, "I make a mean coffee."

Leather seats, Oldsmobile. Where are we going, Buck? He just looked at him, in the mirror. Gentle unease of the passengers seat. He was lucky. He was fucking lucky. Monkey part of his brain took over, fingers burning against the length of rope, there's something behind him, terrible legs, horrible red sack, parasite.

It has him pinned to the dashboard, his peace won't shoot, just keeps clicking. Buck's put his foot down. But it's not a giant tick he's wrestling with, it never was. They're in the bathroom, and Buck's holding his skull like a pound of clay, skin beneath fingernails, as he sleeps, it isn't giant arachnids, or dead friends, it's himself.

They were friends. And Jimmy killed him. Stone dead.

Amy begins to eat her cereal. Jimmy begins to yell. Not scream, there is no fear, nonsense syllabuls spoken loudly as he falls among his own arms, trying to thrash in a prison of his own bones. Amy slaps his face. Hard. He continues. She does it again, harder. He springs back in his seat, sharp intake of breath.

"Get it off me --" gasped from dry mouth, "the fuck?"

[consultingsister]

Cee smirks. This might be how it felt when they caught Al Capone with a tax dodge. Stealing diamonds from the rich feels like a minor crime for Lucas. But, she reminds herself, that's just how they get him. They just need one big name to turn on him, and an avalanche of shit will follow. "Mm, sounds like you need an inside man."

The editor pulls back, but she seems more relaxed. Without asking if it's for her, she swirls the whisky around the glass. "Fuck Matt, they don't just give me a key. And those things are god damn heavy. I wore like three million worth of diamonds to the Met once and had bruises. I can't lose my job, that's who I am."

Because fuck only being a mother and a wife. You'll notice she's not saying no though.

"You know they come with a bodyguard, right? Like, Vogue employs someone to stare at them all day or they don't get insured?"

with a half smile he shakes his head, coming to sit forward with arms on the table between them. " i hear vogue's doing a shoot in the next few weeks. some actress girl i dunno her, but whole premise is diamonds. they're importing nearly five million's worth. crazy coincidence, actually --- old lucas is facilitating the transport of these stones into the city. "

this isn't the first time matt has tried something like this; a few years back lucas knowingly sent a bad batch of mdma into the supply chain. cost a lot of young kids their lives. matt took it upon himself to organise the next haus party --- celebrities, politicians, criminals, all together under one roof and the only party favour offered to be from that same batch. too bad covid lockdowns got in the way.

" pretty obvious solution i think. we get in there, we swap the stones for fakes, plant the real ones in lucas' office and wait for shit to hit the fan. simple on paper, but logistics are killing me. "

[cracknoir]

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     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.

[fbiartist]

@mcneyhoney​ liked for a starter for Stefani || Bad.

“I don't care what they say about me.”

[d-d-disgusting]

change!

Send my muse a word and they’ll tell you something about their past related to that word

How can he possibly word this in a way that doesn’t sound ridiculous? He is the thing that’s changed, but how is impossible to know.  He was born one thing, and is another thing now. Or..Maybe he realized having always been something, then the realization changed it all.   It’s an understanding that came a little at a time, and now comes as a feeling, not something that he can put to words, so how does he communicate it?

“I’m. Do you know how serpents shed? Insects, there’s a shape of adulthood and an entirely different shape before that? That’s how it felt. That’s.. How it happened.” Vincent squints a bit, grappling for a better explanation. “I can’t say exactly what it is that-changed. But it did. It doesn’t feel th-the same, anything, and I know it was going to always happen, but, I do think about then, and.. Know I shouldn’t miss it, but I do.”

Knowing everything now, there shouldn’t be anything to miss. And still, he misses the ignorance he had then, the blinds it put over him, how simple the world felt.

Is this how everyone feels looking back at childhood?

[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​​​

[consultingsister-aa]

What if you had never gotten pregnant with Molly?

WHAT IF, MEME ... ACCEPTING 

“Nox and I would not be celebrating nine years of marriage this year, I can assure you of that. We hated each other in the beginning. We were just forced to hang out and then tricked into liking each other because Molly was so god damn cute. No Wolf too, which makes me want to cry because that kid is the best thing. I mean they both are but Wolf is just a tiny Nox.” 

“Probably would have moved away from New York by now. Paris maybe? Could honestly be dead. Yeah, maybe. It was getting a bit heavy just before I got pregnant. Molly sort of... put things into perspective. She was my second chance. Nox would for sure be dead.” 

[vitalphenomena]

THIS IS DAMN NEAR INDECIPHERABLE. Her eyes—anxious, skittish—flick from his hands, then from one corner of his mouth to the next, to his teeth, to his eyes, back to his mouth. Something surely gets lost in her distracted processing. It doesn't seem to matter.

Aria is so stunned that it does, indeed, seem like she's taking him up on his suggestion to think about it a minu'e before she actually acknowledges anything.

"I'm not telling you where I work." Partially, she's embarrassed. Also, she can't remember the name of this gas station convenience store specifically; they all run together, the ones she's been fired from and the one in which she currently finds employment. "I'm not your job reference. You could be a serial killer."

Like she is!

But, dammit, curiosity prevails. "—okay, okay, okay. Tell me how the horse is going to get you a job."

" wh --- jesus man y'so fuckin' ill tempered. fuckin' -- no'in' wrong wi' bein' a bit short, alrigh'. " seems like she's watching his hands and nox can understand why that might make someone uncomfortable, so he drops them down to sit on his hips.

" nice'a meet ye aria. m' nox. see, now we know each other d'y'feel a bi' more inclined t'be friendly? no? maybe? think about it a minu'e, i'll 'ave a smoke. " a joint is taken from his pocket, he takes a step back before lighting it, makes sure to exhale away from her.

" i've a few more questions actually, yeah. where y'workin'? am no' askin'a be creepy like, jus' curious. need a job m'self at th'minute. tha's wha' horse was for. y'right though on tha' one, only fuckin' horses round here are under a cop's fuckin' arse, eh? " he tries to laugh at himself, hoping to put her even a little bit at ease. " i think we go' off on th'wrong foot, us. "

[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. ”