#bloodrodeo

[bruiscdmouth]

"C'mon look at me." Freddie's grabbing Trent by the face. They're both a little too drunk right now. Freddie's a little too handsy because he's worried he really upset the other. "You know I don't know that broad." Freddie's been brushing her off all night. They're out with Trent's friends and Freddie always has a tendency to drink and then catastrophize everything. Like how he secretly thinks Trent's friends hate him. And Fred can get distracted by a little starry eyed praise once in a while. He just has to look at Trent and he's good. "Baby, c'mon." @bloodrodeo

[bu11seye]

@bloodrodeo sent : " 3 , 2 , 1 ! " ( Send "3, 2, 1..." for a New Year's kiss from my muse. ) 🎉🎆

it's silent but the sound of buzzing crowds erupting from the live stream playing on jessie's phone, propped up against an old tree stump. they were camped out on a hill , their horses asleep beside them not too far away , and it was almost midnight. the wind hurls against the back of her legs , jessie bringing them closer to her chest as she gazes up at the moon . it's been a hell of a year , so much change and heartbreak , but also so much learning . growth . jessie's heart was almost overflowing with how much emotions she's felt over the past year .

seven months ago , she was living back home under her parents' thumb . watching woody get all of the praise , the love , the childhood that she deserved and didn't get . seven months ago , she was engaged , then left at the alter . six months ago she was throwing chairs, punching mirrors, and having nervous breakdowns being away from home , away from emily and away from everything she once knew . now she's there , on a hill , with nothing but a feeling of calmness and anticipation for something better now that the incredibly shitty year was coming to an end .

" i never been to new york city . " she says , watching as the crowds seem even more riled up as the night goes on. it's five minutes to midnight , it's almost time for fireworks. i never been anywhere , she thinks -- letting her attention move to trent , who was sitting really close next to her . she could hear his breathing . emerald gaze travels along his features , tilting her head a bit as she's never really noticed how handsome he is. too stuck in her own head to really notice anything else with the business of travel and working out her own issues. but he is handsome . and kind , watching her go through the motions and still being at her side .

a wave of embarrassment rolls through jessie, hand flying up to face palm as her face heats up for a quick second. she's done so much damage and he's still there . the countdown is close to starting , and she sniffles a bit , looking upwards again to try to get rid of her phantom tears that were threatening to fall down. " t, " she mumbles, knocking their legs against each other before letting her head lull to the side to look at him in the eyes . " this year has been so fuckin' shitty . " a weak laugh , shifting a bit . " but you're not . you're like , wonderful . i never really paid attention to how cool you are mostly because of you bein' friends with my brother and allathat. " she's rambling , letting her head rest against her arms. "but i'm so grateful for you . for yknow . bein' here with me. " not abandoning me , but that's implied , biting down on her lip as the countdown began . 10 , 9 , 8 , 7 ...

jessie hesitates for a moment , contemplating her movements , but doesn't stop them. she shifts in her sitting position, going from balled up, to now pressing her hands down in the grass , pushing herself closer to trent almost experimentally . 6 , 5 , 4 .. — jessie leans in slowly , resting her forehead against his , before slowly pressing her lips to his , hand moving up to cup his cheek. a thank you , of sorts . a celebration of them spending the new year together . she kisses him gently , almost frightened in sense , not have kissed anyone since emily . it's new . different . but her heart is beating out of her chest in a new fluttery feeling . jessie pulls away to lean her head against his bicep, hoping she didn't cross a line.

3 , 2 , 1 ! the crowd erupts into loud cheer from her phone , and jessie flinches at the sound of fireworks -- not from her phone , but sparking overhead , the view of the city below lighting up the night in their own way . " happy new year , trent . " she says , a small smile erupting on her face .

[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.

[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

[pacificgrimsarc]

[ shop ] for trent and twyla ✨💕

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together | @bloodrodeo

"Oh my lanta. Didja see what's been goin' on with poor Kate Middleton?" You hear her before you see her; Twyla's nose is buried in today's tabloids while in line at the local Food Lion. The front page of the rag is a poorly 'shopped photo of the aforementioned princess and her children, smiling widely and eerily at the camera. "All that money and she can't even hire a proper PR team. What a disaster!"

A well-made, but knockoff, brown handbag is dangling from Twyla's forearm and she's moving up the queue slowly, not really paying attention to where she's walking. Beep... beep... beep. The elderly cashier takes her time ringing every single item the customer a few spots ahead of them has. Twyla is no stranger to the colossally slow pace in which these big grocery stores are run, but gosh darn does she miss the quick-and-easy pick-ups back home in her small town. Still, she's buzzing with excitement; she's going to meet Trent's Pops for the first time for Father's Day weekend, but first they had to complete a laundry list to help prepare for the celebratory barbecue.

She finally looks up from the magazine, a concentrated look on her face like there's a true, substantial mystery behind the entire Kate Middleton thing and she's about to solve it à la Nick Cage in National Treasure. But it disappears rather quickly when she sees, right next to the magazines in line, is a small stand of sparklers and other small fireworks. A sign on the stand says MORE FIREWORKS IN BACK. A megawatt smile appears on her face and she grabs a couple of packs of sparklers.

"I haven't played with these since I was a little kid," she tells Trent. "We gotta buy some." A pause as she eyes the small fireworks she didn't pick up. "You think your Pops'll be up for shootin' some off? Don't wanna set your house on fire meetin' him for the first time, but... this is an opportunity I just can't pass up."

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE

[offleashed]

@bloodrodeo | set & trent

It had been a long time since she'd seen another thing and didn't want to kill it right away.

Despite her rumbling stomach's protests, Set knew it would be wrong to harm such a majestic, beautiful animal. Especially when it seemed to be free. She stayed back, hidden behind the trunk of a large oak tree, watching the horse from a distance as it fed on some grass. The longer she observed it, the more she found herself smiling. It brought a sort of warmth to her heart that she'd missed; wandering out here in the forest, in the cold, with nothing but a t-shirt and some shorts on reminded her of a mortality she'd long forgotten.

She stuck a foot out, considering, daring to say hello to it. Maybe she'd even find a friend in it.

But footsteps approaching (either toward the animal or toward her, she wasn't sure) made her gasp, hand clasping over her mouth as she turned around fully, placing her back against the bark, closing in on herself. She stayed perfectly still until she felt something cold and wet dripping down her arm. Shit—she'd gashed her arm on a splintered-off piece of the tree. She'd let her guard down and now she was in trouble.

Don't do anything stupid, she begged of the human, feeling like she was seconds away from lunging first and feasting on whichever poor soul was on the other side of the tree.

[facepeeled]

@bloodrodeo | plotted starter.

"c'mon trent, you can trust me. i've done this hundreds of times." and it was true, ever since she was a little girl and her daddy showed her how to play the knife game, she'd been playing it by herself. nights spent awake on crank flew by with the steady tap tap tap of the blade dashing between her fingers. sure, she'd nicked herself a few times, but it wasn't like trent had to worry about deep cuts or severed fingers.

she pulled her pocket knife from where it was clipped on the waistband of her jeans and flicked it open. "if i cut you, you can cut me back, promise," she teased, taking his large hand in her own and spreading his fingers open. she slammed his palm down on the table and stuck the knife into the wooden table between his thumb and forefinger. "ready?"

[lcngdays]

@bloodrodeo showed someone how to ride

"i've never ridden a horse before. i think they're cool though. i knew people with horses. but none of them wanted to teach me." Sass hadn't really been friends with any of the people who had horses. But they'd known who'd had them. They'd always been the type to pay attention.

They aren't scared, though. Almost nothing scared them anymore. They tilt their head up and grin. "i don't know if my leg will reach the little loop though."

One hand runs over the stirrup. "i'll try my best, though."

[redbraid]

continued from this , @bloodrodeo .

They’re at the top of the Ferris wheel when he gives her a birthday gift. Jessie’s stare remains fixated on the small box , carefully looking at the card first and tracing over the letters he etched out on the picture that was printed from one of their cameras. It wasn’t a long note, but she traces over the loops and lines of his penmanship anyways with the edges of her lips curving into a makeshift expression between a smile and a pout, because this was the sweetest thing she’s ever seen in her life and because she didn’t want to cry despite how much looking at just the card made her tempted to just start bawling. Jessie bats her eyelashes repeatedly to get rid of whatever tears are threatened to fall, but with the opening of the small box, they just seemed to well up again.

“Oh, T..” She whispers, letting her feet kick off the ride while she’s trying to contain her excitement. Jessie thinks this gift is the most important gift she’s ever received. Picking up the ducks to look at them properly in the glow of the neon lights and admiring them, poking her fingers inside the little holes. They’re placed back into the box a moment later and stuffed into her totebag as she’s quick to cup his cheek in her hand, trying her best to shift towards him on the ride as she nudges their noses together.

“I love it.” Pause. “And I love you.” A kiss to the tip of his nose, rubbing along his jaw and giggling at how his beard feels against her palm. “Now I feel like I gotta win you a prize t’make it fair. Or t’show off. ‘Cause you make me so happy.” Even though it is her birthday she still feels like she needs to provide for Trent. That itching feeling that things aren’t right in the world unless she’s knocking down milk jugs and winning him the giant teddy bear they walked by.

Jessie presses her lips to his quickly into a peck, before shoving her forehead back against his as the ride slowly begins to move again. “Your beard’s gettin’ long again. Gonna start callin’ you my biker boyfriend.”

[sheriffwoody]

@bloodrodeo

The sun is sweltering over head as he moves bale of hay. Beads of sweat ball across his forehead and his already reddened face , but hauling straw towards the stables was enough to say he worked out. The rodeo was this coming weekend and the guys had been fucking around more than they’ve been practicing. Opening nights always warranted parties, and the man had been anticipating getting so blasted he wouldn’t be able to remember anything afterwards. He just needed to make it to Friday with the way his father has been hounding him about university coursework and public appearances.

A forest colored gaze meets Trent’s, small smile playing on his lips as they finished the last bale, wiping his hands off on his ripped jeans. “I know this ain’t really your scene, but my family’s havin’ a fancy party at some country club after the rodeo’s over t’congratulate me ‘n whatever on gettin’ into the police academy.” A beat , shoving his hands into his pockets. “You’re like my only friend that doesn’t want t’see me with a metal prod up my ass , so you’re welcome t’come. I’ll try t’network ya.”

[bruiscdmouth]

Sometimes Levi will say things that in a casual way that still manages to lace around his heart and pull too tight, and, for a few moments, there'll be a pang of pain instead of a heartbeat. It's not his fault, his godfather had texted him with a picture of when he was young enough that the wheat in the field he was standing in towered over him. The smile he wore in the picture paled in comparison to the opaque blue sky and sunshine that backed him, the school-picture type of smile that didn't reach his eyes. He hadn't quite known if his godfather liked him yet, had felt the keen sense of trying to fill the role of child so that he might.

Then Trent had asked Levi what he looked like as a kid, if he had any pictures. Trent had his suspicions, cute and a little sly, with a face that could get away with anything. Not unlike now. But with cheeks a little fuller and hair a little blonder. He doesn't know what to say back, doesn't know if Levi wants him to. "I'm sure there's some lying about," Trent says, not all that convincingly. He tries again, eyes a smidgen brighter than before. "If we'd known each other when we were kids you would'a had loads. My pops had this big ass camcorder I'd always steal."

Levi keeps the photo in his grasp, running his finger across it as he takes in more. Trent. So tiny and clueless. Levi laughs as he finally slides it back over to the other. He's so cute. The blonde thinks he still looks the same, just bigger, still sporting that baby face. Levi can remember snippets of his childhood. He knows there may be a photo lying around somewhere in the Midwest but he doesn't know in which landfill it may have found itself. He knows only of white blonde hair from always being in the edges of the family photos he saw sat on the mantle. Levi was never welcomed into them. Always told to halt his playing while the entire family stood shoulder to shoulder. It had always been strange to watch. No one ever wanted him next to them.

"Can't imagine we would be alive if he knew each other as children." Levi grins easily. It doesn't hurt anymore to admit that no one wanted him. It's as easy as suggesting somewhere to eat. Levi's severed that part of his life like an infected limb that wouldn't heal. Yet, despite it all he wants Trent to hug him. He won't ask for that though that'd be embarrassing. "Think the universe brought us together at the right time -knew nothing good could have come out of it." He can picture them running in that cornfield if he thinks hard enough. Knees scraped and teeth bloodied from the falls -he wonders if they'd be happy. If he'd be happy. Levi doesn't have any happy memories from when he was small.

[bu11seye]

dynamics : jessie & trent ( @bloodrodeo )

[scftdevil]

sera looked at him with surprise, she was fairly certain he couldn't tell what she was and yet, he had a shine to his eyes that made her question her own certainty. she was so good at hiding herself, hiding her abilities. her whole life had been about hiding, against her will or otherwise. "what do you mean?" she asked, lip caught between her teeth. | @bloodrodeo

[for4bes]

@bloodrodeo

there's a silence between them as they sit across from each other in the cave . a vampire on the brink of death and what caroline believes to be an alien sitting across from her . it was laughable, really . when she turned twenty she thought her life was finally beginning, but now she's a vampire and everything just seems like a waste . caroline coughs a bit , not even fumbling with the shackles that were around her hands and feet . her strength would've been enough if she were fed to break them, but being thrown into wherever she was without blood and starving her makes her weak.

glancing over to the man , caroline blinks . " you got any powers that can zap us out of here ? " she asks , voice low and teetering on raspy . like she just woke up . there's a beat before she groans, the feeling of hunger and helplessness going around in circles.

"well , if we're going to die together , i guess i should introduce myself. im caroline . i'm a vampire . usually i'm kind of good about it , but right now i'm starving. "

[pacificgrimsarc]

@bloodrodeo | soleil & trent

"Hope this is good 'nough for you?" Soleil stifles the urge to scrunch her nose as she opens the door to the bedroom. She doesn't know what the stench of old, dead folks is like, but the anticipation is enough. No one has slept in her grandparents' old room since they passed a handful of years ago, and while she visits it for a clean every month, she supposes the ghosts of a life once lived never really leave the place they know best. She licks her lips and holds her elbow, looking out at Trent. She'll say it to him later, not yet, but she's glad that Ford hired him for the summer, especially since Ford's not going to be home much like he originally planned. The farm and whole estate get quite lonely when it's just her. "Ford is out with his military buddies for the weekend so it's just gon' be us, hope that's okay. Can I fix y'up sum'n special for dinner?"

[diviinc]

because you ♡ this post // @bloodrodeo // based of this

₊˚⊹♡ ' you've ─── made me tea? and breakfast? ' there's a pause to swallow down the shock in the other's actions ─── ones she never had anyone do for her, let alone night stands whose name she still couldn't remember. ' you're too nice to me, you know that right? '