#bcysdontcry

[rippedstitch-s]

( @bcysdontcry )

He should've known, honestly. The target had seemed far too gullible - almost too perfect. And of course he'd decided to handle it himself. Sod the hitmen who he keeps an eye on. Maybe he was too confident. Went in too careless.

But he's walking home with his blazer balled up and shoved against a bleeding side where a bullet grazed him. The target had a fucking gun tucked into the back of his pants. And two fists ready to fight, even when the gun was wrestled from his hands. Didn't matter in the end- still was left dead in a ditch.

Asa walks into their flat. It's past midnight, and he really hopes he doesn't wake the dog up. Or Silas. Or their guest. His face has been beaten, bruised, and bloodied. And he's trying not to bleed onto their nice rugs. Water from the sink on a wet paper towel and some ice is probably his best option... he sees the light turn on and winces as he turns. "Love-" He swallows thickly. "It's... got into a bit of a... mugging... I'm fine, though..."

[designedonchaos]

( @bcysdontcry )

Time flies, it seems. Halloween has gone and past, and Mars stands outside of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The sun is already starting to set over the backdrop of buildings, and the lights have come on to illuminate the impressive columns and vast steps before him. It's a beautiful location for a date. He's just surprised he hadn't heard that the place hosts these every weekend until now.

Considering their time the past few weeks has been little coffeeshop mornings, walking dogs, late-night Chinese food and recently, Taco Bell... this certainly feels like a step up. Forays into something else, whatever it may be. A place to show someone off. And he fully intends to.

It's a simple black button-up, tucked into dark fitted trousers. Gold chain, gold watch, gold rings. A rather nice dark gray peacoat, and his nicest cologne. Trimmed facial hair, but not shaved. But it all pales in comparison when he sees Silas. A breath and then an appreciative look. Just taking it all in. "Perhaps we should postpone this - I don't know if I'll be able to focus tonight with you in this, babes." He's already leaning in for a kiss, an arm around Silas's waist in greeting.

[scoredandstoried]

Location: Faux Folie Status: Closed, Silas ( @bcysdontcry )

It's a face he hasn't seen in a while. One usually bathed in strobe lights and sweat while the two of them jumped and danced and snorted something off the back of a stall toilet. Shouted over the loud club music that they should get out of here and go smoke on the roof. As things go, sometimes friendships fade or distance grows. Or people forget to text. They get busy. There's no malice- Oz is pleasantly surprised to see Silas.

Then he remembers the wheelchair. Something that could easily be seen as a prop on this night, when he's dressed as Dr. Scott- and Oz debates saying it is. Feigning normality a bit longer. "Silas! It's been forever." He chuckles as he rolls himself over, holding out a hand. A hug is a bit more dependent on his old friend, from his vantage point. "How're you doing? You look... hot." Oz is normally a serious and rather blunt person, and that hasn't changed. The rare smile is reserved for Silas. A welcome face in the crowd of costumes.

[theangellies]

( @bcysdontcry )

Val has popped an earbud in - mostly because some of the texts Silas has been sending aren't exactly SFW, and it's far too loud to hear most of them anyways. Back and forth, until Val's grinning far too wide and feeling for a spot to leave the big mushroom cap for now. Wouldn't do to have it get in the way...

It takes a few extra minutes to find the unassuming bathroom stall pointed out in texts, but Val's already talking to the air once they find the restroom. "Anyone seen a jazzercise instructor in here? Believe he owes me somethin'." They tease, feeling each stall door with nimble fingers and counting until they come to the last one, giving it an experimental push. "Silas, if ye're not in here an' I'm about to walk in on some guy having a massive shit, I swear...."

[designedonchaos]

Closed Starter: for @bcysdontcry Location: 12/31/23, A spot by the window at The Top of the Standard

It's the most gorgeous view at the top, but his eyes are glued to Silas. He's fixing the lapel of his date's coat affectionately and grinning. "Better than a Chuck E Cheese, I'd say." He murmurs and leans to kiss his cheek. "You look so lovely in brown, baby. Have I told you that already?" He had. Absolutely - probably ten times since they'd started out the evening. But he can't help it. Brown and blue - matching their eye colors to their clothes. It had sounded so sappy and silly, but Mars loves when Silas gets like that. A bit sentimental and sweet. "Any friends here I can meet? People you know? We should shit-talk while we have a table to ourselves." He winks.

[theolangley]

GRIEVED

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

Getting the news about his father was.. hard. Only fifteen, Theo didn't know how to show that he was upset. The officer at the door soothed his sobbing mother, giving platitudes about how they didn't arrive on time, they were too late. It wasn't so much as grief as it was anger. He cold clocked the fucker. Spewing expletives about how he should have done more, about how useless they were in saving him. How he didn't get arrested, he had no fucking clue. But that anger never died, and he still blames the ineffective ass system for his father's suffering.

[lararivkin]

🌠 | ⚙️ | 🏊 | 🍀 | 🍩

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

To fast forward life about five years. She, of course, has her five year plan, but she's impatient and wants the rewards of her hard work now.

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

Lara's much more an artist than a scientist, though she thinks they go hand in hand. You can't have architecture without math. You can't have paint without chemical reactions.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Loves swimming, loves the ocean. She's not have a great time with it unless she can feel the sand between her toes and the slight irritation of salt water against her skin. It's better, worlds better, than swimming in a pool.

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

She doesn't believe in luck at all. To her, it's all hard work and putting effort in to reap the rewards.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

Her birthday's November 23rd and she fucking loves celebrating it. She's the type to go all out, and the type to want to be the center of attention during it, though. They're always extravagant parties with a theme.

[felixsecada]

👄 + gabe

"Damn fine man. Known him for years, feel like we grew up together, almost. Been, ah, 'round twenty years now." He doesn't figure it'll be twenty more. Life sentences these days run short here with The Azars. He'll be glad to have one. "Not too happy with some of his choices, but we live 'n learn. Would like to see him up here at the top w'me."