#prettybrawler

[kxllerblond]

so in other words, i'm fucked.

Brows turned down and his face seemed to scrunch at the...crude bluntness of it all. ❝-—I like to think I put it far more delicately. But, yes. In other words you are, as you say, fucked. ❞

Clark was, in many ways, just another man bouncing from gig to gig. In many ways, they stood equal there now working beneath the same employer-—Clark's only upper hand being age which had yielded him more experience by default. ❝ Look, I don't mean to be the one to hand you your termination notice, but this whole scheme is likely going to collapse by the end of next week. ❞ crime rings tended to be volatile like that, especially when the upper echelon of things decided to get involved.

❝ I didn't think it would be news. I assumed you yourself assumed. I mean, he killed a fed six months ago, darling. You can get away with a lot but...typically not that. ❞ he clucked his tongue and scoffed, arms coming to rest in a comfortable and casual shrug.

❝ Well, now I feel a bit bad. ❞ Clark had such a web of connections that he could easily snip a burning one before it engulfed the rest. But he knew this to be a luxury not every one had. ❝ I can manage a few recommendations if you don't otherwise have something lined up but I would wholly insist on getting out now before the ship starts to sink. ❞

[miercolaes]

"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." ( oh and he is very much in her personal space )

regardless how much time she has spent learning @prettybrawler's behavior, he can still startle her to death. wide eyed gaze darts upon him, obsidians glistening with terror. he knows her well, enough to keep her on the edge at all times. ❝ i prefer deadliest, ❞ she uttered, gaze slithering back and forth from his gaze to his lips. she couldn't choose which ones to sew first. the eyes that look at her with some sort of fascination, not an ounce of fear or the lips that vociferate such blasphemies? it's hard to pick an option when both are equally enthralling.

❝ which is what you should be considering before speaking. ❞ oh, the atrocities she's willing to commit for him and to him are indeed endless. caed had crawled under her skin akin to a deadly disease that will lead to her ultimate demise. when she looks at him, it's loathing and commitment intertwined. it's the reason forever sounds promising.

❝ now, ❞ her attention brought back to the contents of the book she never got to finish, ❝ if you don't have anything else to say, i have a book to write. ❞ though attention is a funny thing. he knew what he was doing. no matter how much wednesday would protest verbally, he caught her attention, she was the prey. and as the prey, she still looks out for her safety with her peripheral vision.

she enjoys this kind of torture, though. even if it comes as a fleeting terrifying moment like a dice cast before a big moment. from wednesday's macabre perspective, the line between love and war had always been thin. with caed she's just reminded of that on a daily basis.

[bratprinced]

❝ if you need to feed, you can bite me. ❞

― 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . | accepting.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃, stepping closer with such a prideful emotion settled on his features. Head tilt back while he watched the boy stand there, he seemed out of sorts & scared like a dog with a tail between it's legs. Entertaining, to say the least. Mouth opened slightly to say something, anything. The first words that seemed to creep at the end of his tongue were. ❝ bon appetit. ❞ Those words were almost ironic as they sounded, so bitter as they fester on the end of his tongue. Soft lips gestured toward the skin on the other's neck. The vampire took time to kiss along the jawline, without noticing any kind of alter in the other's indication. As he was given content, Lestat opened his mouth to begin to bite through the layers of skin against the other's warmth crease of his neck. The blood seeped through the open wounds like honey upon his tongue, draining back into his throat. The blood was a little tart, almost spiked with something that seemed unfamiliar but it tasted good just the same. A hand rested against the man's head, running back to nape of the other's neck, resting his finger tips against the hot skin.

― ❝ Mmm. ❞ There was a hum against the man, the blood continues to drip down the chin, a shame that even a drop was wasted. It was fine that at least he had gotten his fill, finally able to find his feet firmly against the wooden floor of the bar.

[nightmdic]

6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them .

Lips part just as she’s about to make a comment when his hand suddenly clasp over them, swiftly silencing her both in the action as well as the spike in surprise that’s revealed within emerald gaze. Brows furrow in curiosity towards him, only lightly moving her attention away from him when she swears she can hear steps nearby, one’s that sound as though they’re steadily starting to approach from a nearby hallway. 

@prettybrawler

[cheerlaedere]

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀 | accepting

Toni laughed and looked the boy over, appraising him. She wouldn't deny she liked what she saw. "You have my attention," She said. "Any chance I can get your name along with the rest of you?"

[kxllersmut]

❛  i'm going to come if you keep doing that.  ❜

Sadistic in a way that he all but ate up the warning and returned nothing more then a smug look and a lazy sort of lop-sided smirk. His jerking movement were deliberate and without mercy. It was clear he had the intention of making the man cum like this from the get-go.

❝ Yeah-—that's the whole point, cher. ❞ honeyed tone dripping the affectionate term with an unhindered twang. His gaze ducked to where his hand glided, how he thumbed at the head of Caed's weeping cock. He tutted. ❝ If you're that intent on not coming-— ❞ and the bastard shrugged, pulled back all contact quickly and suddenly and sat back on his haunches.

He pressed whatever precum he'd gathered to his lips, tongue darting from between them as he watched the other with what couldn't have been described as anything else but a haughty and smug expression. His eyes, though clouded with an undeniable want, were sharp and focused. Like a cat with its mouse enjoying the game before the kill.

[aur0ras-a]

it isn't like that. chrissy's repeated those words to herself over and over again. but if that's true , if @prettybrawler is just a friend , then why is he kept secret? she could tell billy about him , but worry ties her stomach in knots. it was no different then him and daisy , right? with that thought , it's her worst fear. that she's become the thing she worries about the most. but those thoughts didn't stop her tonight , from finding her place at caed's side. it hadn't been a lie , that she was going out with friends.

she had never crossed the line , made it anything physical. but it wasn't like chrissy hadn't thought about it. how she could ruin everything in just a second. but she doesn't because she loves her husband , loves her life. so she hopes this is enough for caed , to keep a clear line in what makes them friends. ❛ thank you , for getting me out of the house. ❜ she isn't sure where they're going , but the car ride alone is enough. those four walls closing in around her , making her feel smaller then she already is. she likes the silence that feels comfortable between them , but fingers reach for radio dial. the hum of familiar song comes on air , look at us now. she changes it , fumbling fingers just as quickly as it had come on. ❛ i don't think i can even remember the last time i got out , without marlee at least. ❜ the mention of toddler's name drives guilt further. the feeling that she should be at home where she belongs.

[esoterium]

@prettybrawler || pre-established connections list || accepting!

🍿 - your muse's door was the first one mine saw. my muse is injured. will your muse help a stranger? ( wanda )

wanda's been calling the quaint small town of grafton, vermont home for only a few short months. coming upon it out of wanting to disappear from everyone who might come looking for her and allowing herself to think it was possible, she fell in love with how out of time it felt. how detached from the rest of the world you could feel without any powerlines dangling over your head. traffic plugging the roads. thousands of people flooding every corner. gazes trailing after you on the sidewalk. expectations breathing down your neck. so? she stayed. thinking it'd be only for a little while. and the little while hasn't worn off yet.

there hasn't been many knocks on her door. a few welcoming her to the town. some visitors from the market who noted the newcomer and wanted to introduce themselves. a pastor who thought he'd invite her to church on sunday. the markings of a small town lifestyle that people needed to sate their curiosities as much as they needed to satisfy their want to be friendly and welcoming. she's been here long enough that they let her be now. on her long driveway that sits back off the road. it's easy to forget she's there.

which is why when she found him propped up against her door hurt? a slow churning in her stomach grew into a damn near cold-blooded panic. her initial thought was that someone put him there. that someone found her and was waiting for her to take a bait that they knew she would. because she wouldn't brush off some hurt and bleeding person who needed help just because she wanted to be left alone. it was with a clenched jaw but wide, surveying eyes she took him in. cautious calculation but trembling from worry hands that tended his wounds and made sure they were cleaned. the deepest were tethered together by means she only contributes to them being 'not as deep as she thought'. no magic involved. no not at all.

that was two days now. she's made sure he's gotten rest. made sure that he ate whenever he needed. always tending to those wounds with cleaning solutions and medicine given to her from the small town doctor and pharmacy. and, maybe, they worked a little too good. or maybe the doc knew what the hell he was doing after decades of practice. doesn't matter. she's never once questioned what brought him to her door. not until today. when the morning cracked through the window in rays that split apart through white, sheer curtains.

wanda was sitting at her kitchen table. black painted nails tapping against the ceramic mug filled with freshly brewed tea when caed appeared. green eyes lift and meet his. a smile greets him. just like an empty mug does between a filled coffee pot and a kettle of hot water.

"now that you had a few days. can i ask you something... if you don't mind? what happened to you? before you came to my door?"

[angerworn]

------@prettybrawler: ❛  eye contact with you always feels like foreplay.  ❜ (here.)

------THE SMIRK EASED itself across her lips , spread thick like a generous smear of jelly on white bread - just to taste . there's something playful and untrustworthy lurking behind the nearly black sheen of her gaze , one that doesn't break from his own pretty blue oceans . she's never the first to look away if she can help it ... a trick that worked with people as well as animals just the same ... an establishment of dominance subtle - enough to usually work .

typically people looked away . they didn't like being surveyed , espied in the way that her expression usually hinted she was looking through them . but caed did not . he merely offered the same intensity she gave : a mirror or reflecting pool in the same mind , and morgan wondered if he would be just as cool as ... or burning hot to the touch .

" it should , " tongue parted her lips, wet them with purpose as her eyes narrowed in slight . even if she blinked she wouldn't peel her gaze from his own . peripherals let her take in the roll of his shoulders , the curve of his neck , the sharpness of his jaw , the smirk slathered across his own tiers . boyish . wolfish . the same damn thing . " considering i often undress you with my eyes . "

[kxllerblond]

@prettybrawler / sc

❝ What do you have for me? I could use something to wake me up. ❞ information, drama, intel-—it was as much a fix to him as anything. It fed that little stereotypical red creature that he comically liked to imagine resided in his veins. The part in him that called for chaos, destruction, and to be a general nuisance to mankind.

Throwing himself into such a busy line of work that part of him satiated enough to (usually) keep him from getting into actual deep shit. He sat back in his seat, legs crossed in that obnoxious manner you'd expect from someone with his appearance and demeanor. A fresh mug of coffee in his hands.

❝ I'm this close to dipping back into hometurf politics. That's how fucking restless I am. Do you understand how bored one has to be to bother with American politics right now? It's a circus. ❞ he picked at his nails, scrunched his face up in that way he typically did. ❝ Well, I mean, it always HAS been a circus but now more than ever...❞

[miercolaes]

i miss youuuu

she was quietly sitting at her desk, devoting a wee bit of her time to writing her novel when that godforsaken smartphone beeped. she always knew it'd be a distraction - and there she was, dark gaze throwing daggers at that tiny device. thing reads the notification before wednesday does and with a flick of his finger, the appendage shoves the phone into wednesday's reach. a quick glance reveals it was only @prettybrawler, whom she has left about fourty three minutes ago to stay in his room. an impossible task, it seemed, for the black dog.

❝ i'm not going to respond. ❞ she told thing, who was now resting on the edge of the desk, swinging his index and middle finger in a manner of an excited teenager waiting for their significant other to join them on a branch of a tree. ❝ i'm not. ❞ she clarifies, in case the first time she said it, the appendege seemingly went deaf or forgot basic english. thing, however, was not done with his plan (although he could've been quite done with wednesday) and he walked across the desk, coming to a halt right in front of her typewriter machine.

thing then throws his index finger forward, letting wednesday know she should go. her gaze grew wider at the audacity thing had. he knew wednesday just left him less than an hour ago. yet, he kept his composure the way an addams always does, stern and determined, index finger still pointed forward. ❝ if you miss him so much then you go. i, on the other hand, have other business to attend. ❞ she uttered, her countenence closer to the index finger still pointed at her. neither were moving from where they were standing, not even an inch. they resembled statues more than somewhat alive human beings - or part of them, in some cases. after minutes passed by with both of them seemingly stuck in the space and time continuum, thing drops his composure and so does wednesday mere second after him.

❝ i suppose i can pay him a quick visit. but you're coming with me. ❞ she uttered, and the appendege was visibly excited with this response. both her hands take thing in a tight grasp as she lifts him from the desk to her eye level, ❝ you will either regret this or owe me one. ❞ she muttered right before placing him on her shoulder. then, wednesday sneaked out of her dorm, evading the prying eyes of the professors haunting the halls at night, walking downstairs to caed's dorm. she doesn't even bother knocking, instead she swiftly turns the doorknob and enters the room quietly. a quick glance around to see if caed's nearby. she doesn't get to finish the visual search for thing jumps from her shoulder and drops with a loud thud on the floor, quickly marching in.

it's safe to say wednesday's done with thing, too. she watches him stroll with a look of disbelief and utter exasperation upon her visage. he'll definitely regret it. wednesday follows shortly after, stopping the moment her peripheral vision catches caed. both arms raise up slightly, both hands extended into thing's direction, ❝ thing missed you too. ❞ she utters, woeful glance throwing daggers at the appendege who has now turned to wednesday, seemingly startled. naturally, he makes a tumble and shows wednesday the middle finger. he must've forgot her warning.

[rebelcliche]

look . . . . hes doing his best

nancy can at least acknowledge that he's ticked many of the right boxes, lol

[v1ctimplagued]

emergency, in the middle of an awkward blind date, sender pretends to be receiver's friend and helps them get out of the date by faking an emergency.

memes. / always accepting.

For the most part, he'd tell them to fuck off. He doesn't have the patience or time to deal with all this bullshit. Who would have thought a blind date was good for someone like Billy? The truth was Billy wasn't going to even show up and leave it at that but the persistence of his friend had made him act so out of character.

Well, he fucking regrets it. It's going bad and if he has to listen to any more of the annoyingly vapid quips from his date he is going to pull out his hair. It's why when his gaze catches the other male's in the small diner he sends a pleading expression, head notching back towards his 'date' seeking a little mercy that under normal circumstances, he would definitely not be owed.

[woednesdayaddams]

caed would like kisses cause his girl as been gone too long <3

little  does  wednesday  addams  know  that  her  choices  were  never  hers  to  begin  with.  without  hesitation,  she  approached  caed,  chin  lifted  up  to  look  at  him.  it  felt  like  forever  has  passed  by,  although  forever  was  but  a  fraction  of  a  second.  wednesday  always  has  been  the  puppet  controlled  by  the  mastermind  that  is  guiding  her  through  all  sorts  of  scenarios.  obsidians  have  been  staring  at  caed  for  way  too  long,  therefore,  wednesday's  mastermind  is  ought  to  do  something.  with  a  deadpan  expression  upon  her  visage,  she  grabs  his  arm,  pulling  him  down  to  her  level,  now  staring  into  his  ocean  eyes.

cue  the  break  of  the  glass.  the  reality  slowly  setting  in.  the  line  between  fiction  and  reality  slowly  dispersing  into  nothingness.

her  lips  purse  into  a  smile.  genuine,  uncharacteristic,  grotesque  for  all  to  see.  it  grows  wider  and  wider,  at  the  realisation  that  it  goes  beyond  the  mastermind's  own  interpretation.  wednesday  addams  has  chosen  caedmon  byron  with  both  what  her  heart  has  dictated  and  what  her  mind  has  carefully  chosen.  all  the  variables,  the  pros  and  cons,  have  fallen  to  become  one  singular  sentiment  –  one  she  has  chosen  to  run  from  for  far  too  long.  love,  as  some  tend  to  refer  to  this  peculiar  sentiment.  a  chuckle  escapes  from  her  lips,  genuine  once  more.  she  presses  her  lips  on  his,  her  eyes  batted  shut.  the  mastermind  has  failed  to  notice  that,  despite  its  hardest  attempts,  forever  could  be  counted  in  any  universe.  sometimes  it's  bailing  on  creating  a  storyline  and  other  times  it's  letting  the  muse  choose  what  to  do.

inside,  the  battle  had  ceased.  heart  pumps  blood  at  an  alert  pace,  the  little  part  of  her  brain  –  the  amygdala  –  has  chosen  to  freeze  in  that  moment,  for  it  was  what  was  meant  to  be  either  way.  her  hands  instinctively  cup  his  cheeks,  her  blood  pumping  faster  within  her  veins.  oh,  wednesday  has  indeed  chosen  caed.  she  wanted  him  if  he  decided  to  stay  the  same,  with  all  his  flaws,  she  has  long  accepted  them  all.  she  wanted  him  if  he  decided  to  change  all  the  way,  with  all  his  values,  she  would  accept  him  either  way.  she  knew  she'd  love  him  either  way.  he  was  everything  she  ever  needed  even  if  he  changed  or  stayed  the  same.

at  last,  she  pulls  back  from  the  kiss,  obsidians  staring  back  at  him,  perhaps  for  a  wee  bit  too  long.  and  her  smile  stayed  the  same,  despite  acknowledging  she's  changed  and  will  never  be  the  same.  "i  think  i  missed  you..."  she  uttered,  visage  contorting  due  to  confusion,  hence  the  line  diminishing  between  her  and  the  mastermind.  although,  the  smile  still  stuck  upon  her  grimace.  what  a  dreadful  imagery  for  all  to  witness.  although,  this  moment  was  just  between  them  two.  "something  odd  is  happening,  you  see,"  oh  no,  wednesday  is  growing  a  conscience  of  her  own.  that  is  not  acceptable.  "I  don't  know  how  to  explain  it."  better  stop  altogether,  you  are  messing  this  interpretation  –  it's  supposed  to  be  gloomy  and  dark.  wednesday.  stop.  "but  it's  eating  me  alive."  it  might  just  do  that,  i'm  inches  close  to  achieving  this  blog  right  now.  "i  think  i'm  in  love  with  you."  well  fuck  me  wednesday  friday  addams,  i  thought  we  established  you  don't  know  how  to  use  those  words.  all  the  times  you've  fought  with  your  mother  only  to  come  to  an  agreement  that  you  can  love  someone  and  you  apparently  want  to  spend  the  rest  of  your  life  staring  at  this  particular  black  dog  that  could  physically  step  on  you.  bad  wednesday.  and  poor  choice  of  words.  now  what?

time  stands  still  for  wednesday,  as  if  her  chest  is  clasped  together  tightly  within  a  monster's  grasp,  these  metaphorical  claws  digging  at  her  chest.  she  knows  she  cannot  take  the  words  back.  nor  does  she  intend  to.  what  was  said  was  also  owned.  obsidians  flicker  between  his  eyes  and  his  lips. forever starts now, i suppose.

[metalsiren-a]

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up // @prettybrawler

                                        ——  ❛ 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄  𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻?!  𝗺𝘆  𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀  𝗰𝗮𝗻  𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆  𝗴𝗼  𝘀𝗼  𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁! ❜  sawyer  has  half  a  mind  to  𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲  how  small  they  are  but, in  all  honesty,  caed  should  know  better  by  now.  though  there's  annoyance  in  her  tone,  it's  𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆  𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱  by  the  laugh  it's  laced  in,  finding  a  giddiness  within  herself  that  she  hasn't  felt  in  ages.  they've  made  it  through  the  trail  with  no  issues (  sawyer  having  possibly  thought  them  lost  at  one  point  ),  the  beach  in  view,  and  it  seems  𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁  has  gotten  the  better  of  both  of  them.  it's  the  first  time  she's  shown  anyone  her  little  home-away-from-home,  a  secluded  sandbed  that  is  only  accessible  through  back  pathways  and  𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀  𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱.  sawyer  doesn't  know  how  long  it's  been  since  she's  last  visited  but  the  mention  of  the  ocean  in  a  passing  conversation  reminded  her.

                                        sawyer  watches  as  caed  slows  down,  𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆  𝗮  𝗳𝗲𝘄  𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀  𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱  𝗵𝗶𝗺,  and  sees  him  suddenly  crouch  down.  there's  no  need  for  words,  no  need  to  ask  what  hes  doing,  especially  when  she  sees  him  peer  over  his  shoulder  towards  her,  arms  reaching  behind  himself.  lips  pull  into  a  𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲,  𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲  as  the  petite  woman  immediately  accepts  the  invitation,  wrapping  her  arms  around  his  neck  and  her  legs  around  his  waist  with  a  small  leap  of  excitement.  once  caed  is  back  on  his  feet,  his  full  height  allowing  sawyer  to  see  the  world  in  a  different  view,  she  𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀  𝗮  𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗸,  nose  nuzzling  against  his  ear,  ❛ thank  yoooou! ❜  the  appreciation  is  wrapped  in  a  small  melody  before  one  more  kiss  is  pressed  behind  his  ear.  

                                        one  arms  unwinds  itself  from  his  neck,  chin  resting  on  the  opposite  shoulder  as  she  𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀  in  the  direction  they're  to  turn  next,  ❛ it's  right  down  that  path  then  a  right  at  the  fork. ❜ 

[herhaunts]

@prettybrawler | from here !

fair point. she knew the statement felt a bit off as soon as she said it, and she was glad that caed didn't take it as some sort of invitation like other guys their age probably would have. "noted and pinned to the very front of my mind," chrissy mutters under her breath. "but i... i do still kind of mean it - not in that way, but you've just been so nice to me lately. isn't there supposed to be some unspoken reward system in the universe or something for good deeds?" and if there wasn't, there was certainly one in her world.

if the number doesn't reach a hundred on the scale then you can have some chicken with the salad for dinner, christabel. she tries not to shudder as she leans back into the passenger seat.

"we could go to the lake, if you're up for it. i'm pretty sure it'll be on a left turn here in a while" chrissy smiles to herself at the nickname, shifting slightly in her seat. friday nights were more favored for house parties, not late night swims; she just hoped nobody wanted to be where she did right then, too. "uh, but if you need to be somewhere else tonight, you can just drop me home."