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[vitalphenomena]

@tenccs said: “What, you have something you want to say to me?”

She laughs - and it's mostly a nervous laugh, but there's a tinge of her (un)righteous indignation, too. "What the fuck, Sam?"

Sure, she's been missing his calls and ignoring his texts. But that's just the cost of doing business with a dealer who gets high on their own supply, who goes off on benders without feeling obligated to tell Sam a thing. Shit - at least she's here, not incarcerated, not out of smack. At least she fucking came at all.

"Do you want my money or not?" She mimics, holding up her phone. "I'm just here to give us both what we want, baby."

All worked up, now, Spirit shakes and grinds her teeth; her nostrils flare and twitch. Yeah, she's still fucking on one.

[soulmissed]

@tenccs, sc

the boy marches along, hands stuffed into hoodie pouch, fawny eyes surveying split pavement. (august and sam have taken strolls before. shot the breeze. sniffed out adventure. a textbook blueprint of friendship.)

today, august’s mind rows to attachment and concern and old phobias. what if you wake up some day and he’s gone? what if you lose him, little mouse? “ sam. ” his small, brown hand pats samuel’s jacket. “ i, uh. pray for you. ”

[recovened]

She's become too comfortable in this place. Sprawling herself across the seats at the bar like she's at home, an arm against the bar top to prop her cheek against. Taylor peers across the edge of her glass as she sips at her gin & tonic through a straw.

"I polish up real nice." @tenccs

❛ I'm sure you do, bud. ❜ It's spoken with a curious little arch of her brow. Almost as if she's instigating a challenge. She straightens herself up so she can look him dead in the eyes. ❛ I would love to see you all scrubbed up in a suit. ❜

[17goiingunder]

@tenccs

"Are you sure about this, mate?" Dave sure as hell isn't sure. He eyes the smack with suspicion; at this point, there are few things he hasn't tried and his hunt for painkillers is always going. But this seems a little bit too far, even for someone like Dave, who is so deep in the thrall of drugs that he doesn't even realize it.

"I mean, it's not— I'm not a fuckin' pussy or anythin', it's just—" It wouldn't do to show up to a Grand Slam out of your mind on smack, would it? But Dave's already tried it on everything else, so this might as well just be another one off the list. He takes a puff of his cigarette and leans back in his chair lazily. "I've just seen Trainspotting too many times."

[nogoodwitches]

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ charlie @ cat im too lazy to switch blogs but also just maybe this is just main verse charlie

@tenccs

" i smile all the time. " she does not. she's not even smiling right now, her lips are firmly in a straight line. her eyes covered by dark sunglasses shaped like cat ears. it's nice enough to sit outside, the humidity isn't making the new orleans air so hot and stuffy. for now, anyways.

normally cathryn would not be idling away at a espensive coffee shop with expensive coffee and even more expensive baked goods. but, for charlie, exceptions are made.

cathryn crosses her arms and looks across the street for a brief moment. her mother used to make her smile all the time, especially in the times she didn't want too. " maybe you smile too much. i think you should try scowling, it's more fashionable. "

[nursc-a2]

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Fingers itch at her sides to draw the lines going up his arms.    She doesn’t mean to stare, tries to lift her eyes to catch his, but curiosity keeps her spellbound, going over each line and detail, trying to piece it together.    ❛     Yes,      ❜     she replies honestly.    It was not fantastical; it was impossible.   And she was hooked.     ❛     Actually, they are very, very cool.   May I?      ❜  

[shesboundtobruise]

is there anything in there with alcohol?

"----Is that a joke?" A snort and she waves back toward the bar cart that's right within eyeshot. "Don't wanna drink at your bar or somethin'? Came to mooch off me?"

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[wtchblde]

have you thought this through?

" god no. of course not. " if her mask wasn't up, he would be able to see her grin. but he wasn't, so she probably seemed a little extra impulsive and maybe a bit insane.

but, eve was used to sort of stuff. the witchblade consumed her fear until she felt none of it. " but we don't really have options here, so might as well go for it! "

[10ccs]

what if i changed sam’s url to 10ccs 

[glacierfront]

i have added more to /file uwu

[vitalphenomena]

@tenccs

After brunch, Spirit feels as if she has little choice. Really, Juniper has left her with nothing else to do — right? She looks like a fool if she ignores this.

So she shows up at The Wreck Room while Sam is still in the process of opening. She knows to use the staff entrance in the alleyway, and then she's just — there.

Suddenly, she doesn't know what to do. So she just blurts:

"Are you high right now?"

[baddluckclub]

BADDLUCKCLUB : an independent & selective fandomless oc multimuse.  sideblog associated with @tenccs.  low activity, nsfw & 21+ only. loved by billie. est 2023. 

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[feuly]

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍: @tenccs

"four roses. rocks. tall." the words are abrupt, but the action behind his extension of an american express platinum is far more disjointed. click. click. click. the edge of the card ticks the bar edge between worn knuckles knocking beneath it. keeping a low profile isn't a priority, but he'd hate to cause anymore collateral as is. evading officials is a delicate craft, after all. he's bricked up beneath a zip-up black hoodie, hunching over the counter to evade any outline of his gear. dragging the opposing hand across his lip in impatience, he forces his attention onto the television news. "and can you shut that shit off." he pauses, lowering his head to evade difficulty by scratching the side of his head. "respectfully."

[mutav]

‘ i always felt closer to nature than i did to people. ’

@tenccs 

they don’t get enough storms in New York.  both Sam and Frank are in agreement on that. Frank always watches his hands- well, she always watches his hands to begin with, but she always watches them when he draws, makes it a point, stares openly like she has no shame. ( she has no shame, lost it somewhere between the third suicide attempt and the feeling of ending a life that is not hers. the hollowness, the way a penny drops. ) it could be anything- roses, the open landscape of his childhood, or storms. rarely people, though, at least none that she sees.

the first time she saw him draw, it was on a napkin at brunch. some friends were there, talking about something Sam didn’t care about and Frank barely paid attention to- of course, Frank got tired of spending time with them half an hour ago, only staying because the feel of Sam’s leg pressed against hers felt so nice, because the mimosas were bottomless, because there was a couple three tables over who were planning a murder or a wedding and she wanted to find out. 

she has the couple in her periphery, but her eyes stay on Samuel’s hands, sketching storm clouds idly, the Southwest landscape spread impossibly large across the napkin. she barely breathes, afraid to disturb him. 

they’re interrupted by a friend, asking what they’re doing, the laughter from the table sounding like hyenas to Frank’s ears. 

the storm, one of the few that hit The City dead on, rages outside her windows. her drafty loft carries the sound well, the light better. lightning cracks all around them and she watches Sam watch the storm, his bare back to her, his scars glowing in the bright light. it looks to her like they’re calling out to the lightning. his dark hair moves in a powerful gust of wind shaking her windows. 

they don’t need to talk, not really. ( sometimes she wonders if he says things, if she says things, sometimes she doesn’t remember seeing his mouth move, sometimes she doesn’t remember using her voice. ) 

she speaks in response, whether or not he actually says, “I always felt closer to nature than I did to people.”

“what’s the point in being close to people?” she’s right behind him, her hand reaching out to trace the scar running across his back. she ignores the small shock against her fingertips, running up her arm and roping around her heart. she does not say, except for you, but she is certain he will know.

[nogoodwitches]

so you slept through the whole thing and woke up next to a dead body.

she scoffs. " you make it sound like the strangest thing in the world. " that's because it is strange to most, not to people like cathryn. it would have been stranger if the dead body was reanimated.

" i wasn't asleep, i was in a trance because of the spell. and the body i found was a missing person i was paid to find. they died of natural causes. " a beat. " a bullet to the brain. "

[fangedfirecracker]

ıllıllı { @tenccs | ℓιкε∂ ғσя α sтαятεя } ıllıllı

Their last encounter hadn’t been great. She was supposed to be better put together, more composed. Supposed to have all her shit in a row. Instead, she seemed to be surfing between crises hoping to ride out the waves. Right now, however, everything just felt so sharp and clear that even the most muddled parts were crystal to her.  ❝ Hey Sam. ❞ She never once glanced at him.