#c: bailey

[redratt]

This was my other lust entry btw. Molly + Bailey, before I had Bailey's design down and she looked older. Revenants are good sources of blood, especially if you like a bit of flavor.

[artsy-sunny]

sad dad and his weird kids

[swcctcrbittcr]

open: m/f/nb (multiple) muse: bailey (test muse) plot: she knows your muse(s) is watching her and puts on a show while she tans by the pool // friends, best friends s.o, stepsibs/parents, strangers (at a hostel?), any connection

it's hot out, and the pool was so tantalizing. dressed in her tiniest bikini, bag full of suntan lotion and toys in case she got bored, she was surprised to find the actual poolside empty. hmm, that was fine by her. choosing a chair that faced the windows looking out onto the pool, bailey lays down, taking her time to spread on her lotion, she undoes the string of her top, letting it fall to the side to make sure she gets her t.its covered in the oil before leaning back.

as she does so she notices some faces watching through the window and smirks to herself. she did love to perform. with a sigh her hand runs over her t.its, pinching at her nipple as her hand fishes for the glass d.ildo she slipped in, leaning back as if to tan and bringing it to her lips like it was her very own popsicle. if they were gonna watch, she was going to give them something to watch.

[misaligncd]

status: closed

for: @exsanguinatc

"bailey! bailey! where are you?" called out a voice, making her head lift. her day had been a long one as far as work went. though it meant that she was good for the month as far as money went. since she had worked hard, it meant blowing off some steam at the bar. that was how she had ended up on some rando's lap while he bought her drinks. at least until she realized that someone was looking for her," i've been sitting in the same place for the last thirty minutes! what?" she realized it was a friend of hers who worked the circuit and was being trailed by some guy," there's this guy here who wants to meet you, says he saw you on insta, you will not believe where he flew from!" bailey's head tilted as she took him in before she climbed up," so are you going to tell me where you flew in from? and what makes me so special to you?"

[everettandersonsings]

“Try to stay quiet ok” Everett whispered at his beautiful lover, his hand descending over her thigh and finding the hem of Bailey's skirt.

@baileythompson

[whereiswalden]

when: september 2nd, 1980 where: st. mungo’s who: @bandagedbailey​

Blood rained down onto the newly washed white flooring. Walden was holding his own arm, as the red liquid seeped through the cracks between his fingers. There was no real reason for him to be at St. Mungo’s, not when it would be easy for most people in his life to patch him back together. But he had a plan. Not a good plan, that wouldn’t be like him at all. Merely one he was positive, this time, would work.

“Hello. Excuse me? Is there someone who could help me with this?” He removed his hand to reveal a deep gash in his forearm. One he committed himself for the sole purpose of having a wound to show for.

[bash-alvarez]

@eggscon

It wasn’t exactly hard to find people in Hellmont. It wasn’t that big of a place and half of it was mostly reserved for PR where the prisoners couldn’t go most of the time. It meant people could only be in a few places so you just had to go through and check them. Bash hadn’t had any reason to come after Bailey since they’d scrapped years ago but now he did: Atreus. Even if he and Atreus had sorted their stuff out, Bash still felt like he needed to show Bailey that Atreus was off limits. Just thinking about the old guy with his mouth on Atreus’ skin made Bash see red so he was hunting him down. 

He finally found him in The Park which was just as well since the guards didn’t usually come down here and made it an excellent place for a fight. “Bailey.” Bash growled, approaching the older man. “Don’t fucking touch Atreus.” It was about all the warning he gave before he took a swing. Bash was a man of few words, after all, and actions spoke louder anyway. 

[lazaraisedfromthedead]

Zhenya was pretty content with their new living arrangement. They were lucky to have found a flat in London that they could afford so quickly, let alone one with a fairly tolerable roommate. This was definitely one of the more successful parts of their move to England, that was for sure.

That being said, there were still some issues that had to be worked out. Like what a refrigerator was for-- Bailey was supposed to be muggleborn, right? Surely she knew what was supposed to go in a fridge. And yet there had been a tubberware container full of a suspicious green substance when they’d last opened it.

“Are you trying to poison us both?” Zhenya asked, dropping the container down in front of her new roommate. “Food goes in the fridge. Whatever the fuck this is goes in the-- well, not the fridge, for fuck’s sake! Shouldn’t you be leaving this in whatever scientist dungeon your work has?”

@thebaileyshaw