#wcstlcys

[gallowsleapcd]

"i think your lawyer is probably right on this one." layla agreed with a laugh, "but what do i know, right? maybe there is a legal loophole in there i don't know about." navigating the law wasn't exactly something that the blonde did in her spare time. layla brought her hand before her face, wrapped in a fist with the exception of a pinky finger that stayed raised. "i pinky swear ––" she began, desperately trying her hardest to keep a serious expression on her face, "–– that i will not tell a soul of this conversation." but she wasn't quite finished yet, "you might need to seal the pinky promise with a drink though, i hear they last forever that way."

" yeah, it's definitely up there. i've totally used it before. " he wasn't exactly creative when it came to the lying whilst intoxicated department. he was a sloppy bitch, truthfully. " nah, it didn't go well. " he laughs before taking a quick inhale of his smoke, dusting off the ash once again. " my lawyer said something like, 'your fist can't accidentally deck someone in the face, westley'. it was totally legit. " he tried to keep a serious face, but a crack of a smile quickly snuffed that out. " i know, i know. i'm feelin' real vulnerable right now. " he huffs out a heavy sigh, continuing on with his dumbass bit. " you may need to pinky swear that you won't tell anyone, it's that serious. "

[famxshedsaints]

➼ where : deseo ➼ who : @wcstlcys ( wesley )

in truth, she doesn't expect any sort of vip requests tonight. with the amount of people flowing in and out of the doors, the outstretched hands all clutching bills, the roaring hum of needs and wants and refusals to hear no, she figures it will be all hands on deck on the main stage, on the floor, around the bar. so when it's whispered in her ear that she's being requested, it takes her out of character long enough for her brows to furrow before she's doing as she's bid and weaving her way through the crowd to find one of the little sublet sofas along the side of the room. by the time she makes it, her face is corrected, smile back in place, but confusion still reigns . . . until she spots the who of the scenario. friendship, it seems, has evaded her most of her life, but like much else since she's settled in straton, that's different here, too. smile turns more genuine as hazel hues land on him. she climbs on the sofa next to him, backside on on bent legs, head angling. "i thought you would be too busy tonight to come by and shop talk with me, sir." lingering smile shows how grateful she is to be wrong.

[prodigalscns]

who knew how much really changed in a month when you wore the weight of the world on your shoulders? maeson was more than aware of her own exhaustion, trying to find the right balance, but this one had taken a certain importance. she’d made the mistake of doing the one thing that could have, probably should have allowed him to slip away from the depth of their friendship by leaving. unable to leave well enough alone, or allow the man to shut her out like she was just another stranger, she’d taken on another responsibility along with all her new duties: making it up. that explained why they were currently sprawled across the couch, deft fingers tracking back through curls, pushing them away from his forehead with a softer affection than most were ever granted. “you have a really big ass forehead, you know. like damn, this thing goes on forever...”  she comments, usual sarcasm clinging to accented tone, grin already tugging hard at the corner of her mouth.

@wcstlcys​

[blossomhcney]

@wcstlcys​

eve didn’t even know why she had gone to this stupid fucking anniversary thing. perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking it would be a bit of harmless fun. as if she didn’t know she would see leo there. and god, was that still a stab to the chest. she hadn’t eaten anything before she left for the party and she hadn’t eaten anything since being there, so the alcohol she was consuming was hitting her a lot faster than usual. she finished the last of her wine and ordered a round of shots, smacking west’s arm. ❝ drink these with me. ❞ he was not getting a choice. he seemed in the same boat as she was, anyway, so getting drunk was good for them both. eve picked up a shot glass and lifted it to her lips, swallowing the liquid in one and slammed the glass down onto the table. licking her lips, she could taste the sourness of the alcohol on her lips and she smiled, turning her head to look around them. her eyes settled on celine after passing over leo and she wrapped her arm around west’s shoulders. ❝ you know what we should do, west? i got a really fun idea. ❞ lips pressed against his cheek and she giggled, reaching for another shot to take. the glass was held loosely between her fingers as she patted his cheek with the other hand. ❝ you should go and tell celine to meet us in your room and we should fuck. ❞ the last word was accentuated with her tongue clicking against the mouth of her mouth. eve threw the glass onto the table and pressed a kiss to west’s mouth, tasting the alcohol on his lips and chasing the high she got from it. ❝ yeah, definitely do that. go and tell her to meet us in your room, baby. ❞

[ofvagabxnds]

[ love ] theo & frankie

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

Theo was in the kitchen when he heard the key in the door. Without guessing, who knew who to expect. Frankie came and went as she pleased in his home, a comfort he never saw coming when he moved to the small town. “You’re just in time,” he called out as he poured amber liquid from the bottle he held directly into the skillet attached to the other. “I’m making some sort of drunk chicken.” He waited for a few moments in the silence, brow furrowing as he waited, until finally she appeared in the doorway. Theo only had to glance her way to understand the fatigue he felt radiating from her soul. 

Sighing, he put down the beer and let go of the skillet. He then turned, beckoning her forward with a crook of his finger, and when she stopped in front of him, he pushed a few strands of hair from her face. Eyes searching hers, he asked, “Rough day?” His hand at her ear slid down to circle the base of her neck, thumb settling in the hollow of her collar. The corner of his lips twitched sympathetically before he leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “I just did a load of clothes, and your favorite sweats were in there.” Leaning back, he replaced his lips with his own forehead, eyes locking onto hers. “Go slip them on and later I’ll give you a massage.” Squeezing his hand slightly, he pulled away, winking as he retrieved his beer. 

[shilohfish]

🌼⛈️

send 🌼 for a happiness headcanon

Fish is cheerful and optimistic almost to a fault. His default setting is happy and it takes a lot to change that. 

send ⛈️ for a sadness headcanon 

Fish refuses to acknowledge his own sadness. It’s there but he won’t let himself deal with it because he doesn’t want to bring down the people around him. The practice is definitely not healthy and it catches up with him every now and again, but he feels that the good outweighs the bad overall. 

[femmefatclle]

💯💗

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

Surprisingly, when (more like if) it comes to dates, Elienna is not that hard to be satisfied, no matter what impression she leaves. Honestly, everything will do the trick - from an old fashioned horror movie at the cinema to a private dinner away from people. Literally everything will be accepted, as long as it can be seen that it comes from heart and there are no back thoughts.

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

No. At least, not in the traditional way. Yes, she has a few short relationships behind her back and Ella really felt something for these people, but overall Elienna is not someone that even knows how to feel love, let alone to allow someone that deep in her heart and mind, so its really hard for her to imagine herself in this kind of situation. With her the mind rules way much more stuff then her heart and you can’t be really in love that way.

[lilithfm]

♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

WESTLEY. “Pirate.”

[wickcddreams]

🍰

what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

“Nice bottle of whiskey. Hot, black coffee. Chocolate. Strawberry jam. Italian food. Staying in bed on a day off. I can keep going but it’s going to get kinda steamy and weird.”

[damnaticn]

💫

TEXTING STARTERS // 💫 a late night text. 

[ text→ north west🍑 ]: hey, are you up?[ text → north west 🍑 ]: can you come over?[ text → north west 🍑 ]: i have pizza, ice cream, netflix and well me.  

[eoncrellin]

🍰

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

Murder. No, I’m kidding. His guilty pleasure is probably the food network, especially those shows where they’re going head to head with Bobby Flay or trying to teach idiots to hardboil eggs. He puts them on before he goes to bed because he can’t stand the silence. 

[blossomhcney]

easton + frankie.

‘ it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise. easton + frankie ‘ ( @blossomhcney​ )

“i’ll be the judge of that.” she retorts, setting her med kit on the table beside them as she takes his hand into hers, examining the bruising across his knuckles carefully. “what did you do this time, hm ??” the question is nonchalant, as always, whatever antics he got himself up to were no surprise to her at this point. “no stitches this time – how boring.” she glances up at him, offering a playful smile before grabbing hold of an ice pack, gently pressing it against the injury. perhaps it was unnecessary, but she wasn’t one to take shortcuts when it came to mending injuries and the like. “how’s the pain ?? or are you about to give me some ‘tough guy’ spiel.” teasing seemed to be apart of her routine, especially with easton. 

“alright, alright. i’m just saying, the skin didn’t break.” for easton, if there was no broken skin, that was a good night. no blood meant good things, at least if it didn’t come from him. usually he liked to make somebody else bleed but that was beside the point. “some guys just don’t know when to stop.” he decides that to be explanation enough, but if frankie pried, he would likely disclose more information to her. he liked frankie, she was a nice girl and she was always the first on his list if he needed to be patched up. she was good at what she did. “oh, i’m so sorry. next time, i’ll get a couple cuts for you to stitch up, deal?” he cocks an eyebrow and snorts a laugh because they both know he’ll do it if it’s what she wants, though he can’t actually imagine her saying that sounded like a good idea. “it’s not too bad. i dont have a tough guy spiel, darlin’. i just am a tough guy.” a small smile tugs at his mouth and he reaches out to squeeze at her elbow gently. “thanks, frank.”

[snobbed]

they’ve  been  here  for  hours  and  crowds  have  weaned  out  as  a  late  night  crawls  into  early  morning .     time  is  foreign ,     somehow  infinite ,     when  outside .     masks  any  face  behind  a  cloak  of  dusk ,     only  sense  of  reality  beneath  the  dingy  streetlight  overhead .     grounded  by  touch ,     sharp  drag  of  cigarette  burns  on  its  entry ,     offering  sweet  release .     the  buzz  is  all  but  dissipated  by  now  and  brittany  is  enjoying  herself ,     finally .     is  here  with  him ,     after  all .     very  familiar  in  the  presence  of  this  particular  reaper .     ❝   want  one ,     handsome ?   ❞     offers  pack  of  marlboro  reds     ----     civility  comes  rare ,     a  vast  notion ,     however  genuine .     ❝   don’t  you  worry ,   ❞     flash  of  pearly  whites ,     tongue  grazes  canines .     standing  close ,     scent  of  cheap  perfume  and  cigarettes ,     she  frees  one  from  the  pack  and  it’s  not  long  until  it’s  lifted  to  west’s  lips .     ❝   they’re  free  of  charge .   ❞

@wcstlcys​

[prodigalscns]

🦋💡

TEXTUAL HARASSMENT | now accepting.

🦋 a loving text.

[BABY BITCH] i’m serious[BABY BITCH] if anything happens to you i will burn that whole stupid fucking town to the ground [BABY BITCH] so honestly stop fucking aroundunsent [BABY BITCH] because don’t know if i wanna be here without your stupid ass 

💡 a scared text.

[BABY BITCH] you have two minutes to answer the phone[BABY BITCH] and im going to call through all 120 seconds[BABY BITCH] in case you were wondering 

[blossomhcney]

@wcstlcys​ ft. frankie wolff !

❝ did you know that bash is back in town? ❞ a perfect way to start a conversation, especially as she had just let herself into frankie’s place and set down a bag of groceries. since silas died, ana had basically put all her efforts into keeping frankie level. she could tell her she was sober all she wanted, but ana wasn’t stupid. if frankie insisted on living her life so dangerously, ana would continue to get her groceries and take care of her, because she needed a distraction and frankie was a welcome one. ❝ if i look in that fridge, am i going to find any takeout containers, frankie? ❞ she pointed at the fridge and raised an eyebrow. she was hardly one to judge, because she had some of her own in her fridge, but frankie did not need to know that. besides, a traumatic experience could allow some leeway for this kind of thing, no? 

[ofvagabxnds]

@wcstlcys​ | liv + west

The look on her face said it all. Olivia had been walking through the arid streets of the town for hours, flashing the tattered photo to anyone who would pause long enough to glance down and listen to her questions, but the result was always the same: narrowed eyes and a quick escape. It had been a stroke almost desperation, a hope that perhaps this town’s cops, too, would have information on her father. What she hadn’t expected was the open hostility the patrolling officer held when she handed the picture over for him to inspect. “Excuse me?” Liv had to ask again, had to make sure she heard the words correctly. “I think you must have me confused-” 

Her words were cut short when the middle aged cop shoved the picture into the brunette’s chest. “I ain’t got nothing confused, Missy,”  his tone was gruff, final as he continued. “You think you can flash a picture of Tank Gotti in my face and distract me? You must be dumber than the rest of of ‘em.” He gave a gravel filled laugh. “That bastard hasn’t crossed my mind in years. Piece of shit doesn’t deserve it.” Liv’s mouth was slack, hanging open as he pushed past her. The shock alone made her take a pause, but the second was brief before she was wheeling about, finger raised in warning of rage climbing up the back of her throat. “Hey! Listen, you fat, wobbling, pig-” but, once again, her words had to pause, for her self preservation skills saw the shadow of movement coming in from the side. She only just had time to step back before it was too late.