#nocityfolk.

[likeorpheus]

@nocityfolk asked:

"what are you reading ?"

The brewery patio is quaint, a small corner tucked into the shade of an ancient live oak. The smell of hops and woodsmoke lingers in the humid New Orleans air, mingling with the faint notes of Zydeco music wafting from inside. A few picnic tables are scattered across the stone-paved yard, half-filled with locals and tourists nursing their beers and plates of crawfish. Francis had been on tour for some time and oftentimes, they couldn't help but find a local spot and people-watch or in this case read.

Francis sits at a far table, shoulders slightly hunched, a tall glass of amber beer in one hand and a black composition notebook in the other. The notebook is worn, the edges curling and the cover softened by time. Inside, the pages are a chaotic scrawl—maddening statements, fragmented thoughts, and intricate sketches of occult symbols that seem to almost move in the warm evening light. It used to belong to Alexandre, their brother. The realization still feels jagged, the weight of its significance pressing against their ribs every time they thumb through it.

Their eyes flicker across a particularly dense passage, their lips moving slightly as they read. They don’t notice the figure approaching until a voice breaks the spell.

Francis looks up, softly startled. A man stands a few feet away with an easy smile on his face. He’s dressed casually—jeans and a white t-shirt—but there’s an effortless charisma about him. It takes Francis a moment to place him, but then it clicks. Jesse. Jensen Arrow Knox Miller. The country singer whose face had been plastered across billboards and album covers for the past few months. Francis had a good thing about faces.

Francis blinks, feeling a faint buzz of surprise. “Oh. —just some old notes…,” They say softly, their voice betraying an old spanish accent as they close the notebook, resting it on the table. “Nothing too interesting.”

[downs1de-has-moved]

@nocityfolk liked for a starter from Rob

Rob leans back in the stiff office chair, his arms crossed, fingers taping an idle tune as he half-listens to the label rep drone about their newest, shiniest toy.

"We think your perspective could really push Jesse's sound to the next level…"

The suited man's voice fades out as he stops paying attention, responding in noncommital hums, glancing at his watch. Rob isn't entirely sure why he'd agreed to this meeting other than the fact that they were throwing an unholy amount of money his way. Still, "country" isn't exactly in his wheelhouse.

The last time he'd willingly listened to a steel guitar was… well, never.

Before he can make a dry remark about being the wrong man for the job, the door opens, and Jesse walks in. The guy looks exactly like the kind of polished cowboy the industry loves to sell, but there's something in his eyes that gives Rob pause: A kind of tired, wary sharpness that's strange for someone who's supposed to be a fresh-faced star.

They exchange nods before the other sits across the table, his body language casual but careful, like he's ready for whatever Rob is going to throw at him. The label rep keeps talking, but Rob barely hears them, too busy sizing up the younger man.

Finally, when the rep pauses to take a breath, Rob decides to speak.

"Let me get this straight: You want me--a guy who's never touched a banjo, let alone produced a country album--to push his sound to the next level. And you're… what? Hoping I'll just whip up some acoustic magic out of thin air?"

[moonstalk]

maria & jesse for @nocityfolk !

the sharp sting in maria's wrists was a reminder of the brutal hours she'd spent strung up. she could feel the raw skin, the slick warmth of blood seeping from the torn flesh as she finally managed to loosen the ropes. a metallic taste coated her tongue, either from the coppery scent in the air or the bile threatening to rise with each inhale. the room was dark, its foul stench suffocating and unmistakable—death had made a permanent home here.

a shudder wracked her frame as she dropped from her binds, knees hitting the dirt-caked floor harder than expected. pain shot through her, but she swallowed it down, listening intently to the footsteps echoing from above. they were a haunting reminder of what waited beyond the next creak of wood or turn of a doorknob. each step felt like a countdown, pushing her further into the shadows that swallowed the corners of the room.

it was then that she noticed him. suspended like she had been, struggling against the ropes cutting into his skin, face half-hidden in the gloom. maria’s breathing came shallow and rapid as her gaze darted between him and the ceiling, tracking the steps with the precision of prey.

reaching out, fingers trembling and raw, she pressed her palm against the rope binding him. it wasn’t easy; every movement made her bones scream and muscles threaten to seize. but she worked at the knots, loosening what she could until the tension gave way just enough for him to help himself.

❛ shh, ❜ she whispered, eyes wide with urgency, the shadows around them quivering. her hand went to her own mouth, fingers smearing blood across her lips as she stifled any sound. the smell of rot and decay burned the back of her throat, but she pushed the panic down. they couldn’t afford noise. not now. not when the footsteps were so close.

[dirtfacedgospel]

it's been a busy night, but fridays always are.   between the patrons, the new hire he's training, and sawyer's antics, ford isn't sure he's had a moment to breathe since the first regulars started rolling in. he doesn't mind it, really  —  the threads of his attention scattered across the bar contribute nicely to the steady hum of purpose beneath his skin  —  but that doesn't mean he's not a little bit grateful when folks start settling their tabs and the crowd thins a little. it's that thinning that draws his attention to the man at the end of the bar. the man whose order ford suddenly remembers taking nearly ten minutes ago, just before he'd had to diffuse the beginnings of a fight.

he barely suppresses a wince as he grabs a bottle and moves over.   " sorry 'bout your wait, 'preciate your patience, we'll say this first one's on me. "   he glances up from the drink he's pouring with a grin, looking the man over. he's not a regular, ford's got those names and faces long since memorized, but there is something familiar about him. at least a little. he slides the glass across the bartop with practiced ease, tilting his head slightly in the picture of curiosity.  " you come in from that concert down the road? "

@nocityfolk liked for a playlist starter! /// this was mainly vibes but the vibes were friday by dean brody and i love this bar by toby keith.

[wickedsrest]

"you any good with that guitar, or you carryin' around for show?" / @nocityfolk

[sunsetsoft]

@nocityfolk fell into my trap!

[slashaer]

'you have incredible bone structure. that jawline . . . i might have some glass to cut back on my tour bus,' @nocityfolk.

[v4vile]

—⠀⠀‘i can't tell whether you miss the country or not.’

ONE-LINER 4 @nocityfolk <3

[likeorpheus]

who I owe in thread replies / @t-errifier @luminarot @nocityfolk @brokemaw @0fbabylon @sifonie @sunmad @lonelybleds @morb1dg1rl @roznrot @soulmissed

If I am missing anyone please let me know! But big shout out: you are all such amazing writers and I appreciate you all so much for your patience, grace, and general kindness. I'm fast some days, slow others. But I get to write with such talented people <3

[ro11ingst0ne]

HOW DO YOU LIKE TO BE TOUCHED ? 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall , crumbling. their touch is almost painful ; you've been without it for too long , without someone to hold you. but , you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬: @nocityfolk 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 : @hitcritical , @1stltrusso , @iconiic , @micahsawyer , @story1ines & you.

[dirtfacedgospel]

wyatt’s well aware that schedules are more suggestions when it comes to events like these.  still, it’s been awhile since he’s been to one, and the years have done their work dulling his memory of just how grating the hours can become. it’s as he’s turning to stifle a yawn, so wide his jaw clicks, in the sleeve of his shirt that he spots him: a young man, face familiar, at the bar tucked into the corner, looking about as drained as wyatt feels.

it almost makes him laugh, the soft gasps he hears behind him as he moves toward the bar, the murmurs that have followed him all evening  —  ranging from surprised to concerned, to downright hateful  —  rippling like a wave as he settles into the seat, orders two bottles of water, and passes one over.

“ wyatt’ll do just fine. ”   the correction is gentle, accompanied by a chuckle, deep and soft. he’s quiet, lets him get out his praise before shaking his head slightly, a bemused smile curling at the corners of his mouth.   “ could say the same to you, ”   it’s not empty flattery either, he’s caught himself humming old winchester at least a dozen times since he’d first heard it, since it’d first punched a hole clean through his chest.

he takes a sip of his water, not quite the reprieve a deep down part of him had hoped for, but a welcome balm nonetheless.  “ believe it or not, these things get easier. ”   a pause,   “ never fun, mind you, but definitely easier. ”

@nocityfolk continued from here.

[moonstalk]

how do you need to be touched?

SURIA

fervently. you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

ELENA

cautiously. your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

EILRUANA

gently. you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

tagged by @4tunes ♥

tagging @telndas / fadedpath, @nocityfolk / ohkrateia / butreverie, @sunbleds, @lncarnon, @illwilled & you reading this ♥

[sunsetsoft]

📩 "you can pretend i'm someone else, if that helps." @nocityfolk 🔆 melt into me – accepting!

"is that what you're doing?" the words are out of ellie's mouth before she can stop them, and a hand comes up to his mouth as fast as the embarrassed flush coloured her cheeks. "don't. don't answer that, i shouldn't have said that." why the fuck was that your first concern, rhodes? he takes a deep breath before looking back over at jesse, hoping that the question was recieved in a more innoccuous way than ellie had meant it; perhaps she'd meant to ask for his advice, rather than the part of her that turned everything into a reason to be jealous leaping foward. 

"thank you for the offer, it doesn't help." the precision ellie spoke with now made her words feel clipped: she felt completely hopeless to trying to get through any conversation with jesse lately, moments away from an emotion-fuelled miscommunication. "there's no-one else. to pretend, i mean." would they even be in this position if she and minnie hadn't broken up? not that minnie was a public figure in the same way, but his family were high profile enough. besides, that was ancient history now.   

[v4quera]

KICKED  UP  LOAM  AND  BUSTLE  BENEATH  BOOTS,  THE  SCENT  OF  HAY  AND  STALE  BEER  STAINS  THE  AIR.  every  cowboy  and  their  trail  of  buckle  bunnies  from  one  side  of  texas  to  the  other  fills  the  rundown  bar.  ❛ i'd  like  to  get  lost  on  some  old  back  road  ❜  her  body  aches  with  new  title  under  her  belt  but  words  still  reign  as  the  understatement  of  the  century.  lonely  as  one  could  wear  on  a  heavy  heart,  she  still  sought  out  simplicity. 

lyrical starters - @nocityfolk

[butreverie]

THE BESTSELLING AUTHOR & MEDIUM, IT'S CATALINA TORRES !

independent, fandomless, private oc based heavily on religious trauma, internalised lesbiphobia, & the concept of escaping your traumatising family home. renowned author & medium/seer catalina torres. | haunted by rach, 25, they/them.

╰─▸ i. bio | ii. stats | iii. verses | other blogs: @nocityfolk | dash only ! no under 21's or personals.

[ psst. rules below the cut !]

hi. i'm rach, they/them, lesbian, 25, australian. mutuals, please feel free to ask for my disco.rd for plotting/ooc chatting! personal tumblr available upon request, too!

SELECTIVITY: i’m selective which means i choose who i want to roleplay with and i won’t follow for follow. tldr; i'm mutuals only. please don’t let this deter you, as long as i can see our muses going somewhere, i’m likely to follow back! / please don't message me, send me asks, etc., if i'm not following you. i will block you.

CODES: if you have a special code in your rules, i likely won’t send it. it can be kind of uncomfortable for me to do so but i can guarantee you that your rules will be read!

MEMES: memes are a great way to break the ice, and help build dynamics. i don't mind if you reblog them off me!

FORMATTING: i sometimes double-space and mostly use icons, but i'll occasionally match the formatting of the person i'm writing with. so if you prefer not to format or use icons, that's fine by me! i just ask that you use proper grammar and punctuation, and trim your posts.

RULES: following on from before, if i ever happen to break a rule, you’re free to pop into my ask & kindly tell me. i’ll make a note not to do it again. tell me gently and be kind, and i’m sure your sincerity will be returned.

IMPORTANT: if you ever need anything tagged, feel free to shoot me an ask, on or off anon, or dm me to let me know. i’ll keep your triggers in mind and make sure i tag them in future!

SHIPPING: i love shipping, & i would love to ship with catalina! i'm a big multi-shipper at heart, so she won't have a canon ship in her main verse. and while she's comfortable with her sexuality and with her lesbianism, she's hesitant to open herself up to love. i, however, am not & would love to ship with her!

USFW: this space will likely contain things usfw at some point, so i'll try to tag it as such when i can. side note but please feel free to send romantic/smut memes in if i post them, even if we haven't interacted. they're a great way to try out a dynamic, and i have a lot of fun writing them!

ETC: catalina is an old oc of mine from when i was 16, and she is very near and dear to my heart! that being said, i am not hispanic and i don't speak spanish, & much of catalina's experience being raised by religious parents is based on my own. if there is anything about my portrayal of her (as someone hispanic, mexican) that you feel needs correcting or is inaccurate to real experiences, everyone is always learning and i am 100% open to critic/feedback.

[ please don't follow if you're: homophobic, racist, transphobic, biphobic, anti-palestine, pro-israel, anti-semitic, pro-trump, etc. i'm not interested! same goes for harry potter fans/blogs. i don't have banned fc's, either, but please no known zionists, abusers, etc. ]

[ohkrateia]

DESDEMONA WALSH !

࣪ ִֶָ☾. A STUDY IN: the lone daughter, caring for a sick parent, the importance of family, & growing up in a small-town.

independent & fandomless original maverick investigator & seeker/believer of the unknown. character heavily inspired by various detective & paranormal shows/media | managed by rach, 25, they/them. mentions of triggering themes.

╰─▸ i. bio | ii. stats | other blogs: @nocityfolk, @facingabyss, @smiledickhead | dash only !

[ psst. rules below the cut !]

hi. i'm rach, they/them, lesbian, 25, australian. mutuals, please feel free to ask for my disco.rd for plotting/ooc chatting! personal tumblr available upon request, too!

SELECTIVITY: i’m selective which means i choose who i want to roleplay with and i won’t follow for follow. tldr; i'm mutuals only. please don’t let this deter you, as long as i can see our muses going somewhere, i’m likely to follow back! / please don't message me, send me asks, etc., if i'm not following you. i will block you.

CODES: if you have a special code in your rules, i likely won’t send it. it can be kind of uncomfortable for me to do so but i can guarantee you that your rules will be read!

MEMES: memes are a great way to break the ice, and help build dynamics. i don't mind if you reblog them off me!

FORMATTING: i sometimes double-space and mostly use icons, but i'll occasionally match the formatting of the person i'm writing with. so if you prefer not to format or use icons, that's fine by me! i just ask that you use proper grammar and punctuation, and trim your posts.

RULES: following on from before, if i ever happen to break a rule, you’re free to pop into my ask & kindly tell me. i’ll make a note not to do it again. tell me gently and be kind, and i’m sure your sincerity will be returned.

IMPORTANT: if you ever need anything tagged, feel free to shoot me an ask, on or off anon, or dm me to let me know. i’ll keep your triggers in mind and make sure i tag them in future!

SHIPPING: des is definitely open to shipping, whether romantic or platonic or one-sided. any kind of dynamic is one i could definitely see working for her (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc)! also, while i'm a lesbian, des is bisexual and open to partners of any kind of gender identity. at this point, i think she'd be happy to be with anyone that respected her and was willing to look past her flaws, so don't let anything deter you. i also love shipping so chances are i'll be up for it!

USFW: this space will likely contain things usfw at some point, so i'll try to tag it as such when i can. side note but please feel free to send romantic/smut memes in if i post them, even if we haven't interacted. they're a great way to try out a dynamic, and i have a lot of fun writing them!

[ please don't follow if you're: homophobic, racist, transphobic, biphobic, anti-palestine, pro-israel, anti-semitic, pro-trump, etc. i'm not interested! same goes for harry potter fans/blogs. i don't have banned fc's, either, but please no known zionists, abusers, etc. ]