#c:pierce

[fxckupmusings]

open to: f/m/nb

muse: pierce lake. 28. bartender/aspiring author.

plot: Pierce misses his ex and decides to show up at their door one night with a bouquet of their favorite flowers for Valentine's Day. Only for a stranger to be opening their door.

"Oh shit..." Pierce mumbles to himself as the door opens and he sees a stranger standing there. The bouquet in his hand quickly drops to hide at his side and he gives a tight lipped smile at the other. "Well, Jesus. This just became incredibly awkward. I'll just go, you don't even have to tell them I was here." He mumbles, until his ex sticks their head out and he locks eyes with them. Fuck.

[puppylockjaw]

get under her sweaty boobs while it lays her eggs

[crawfxrds]

LOCATION: rhee’s, the start of the second game CLOSED: @pierce-walker

Crawford had just stripped himself of his apron, pushed out the doors of the kitchen, and headed towards the bar, finally and officially off for the night. It was still a lot getting used to, working for someplace else. The quick access to a post-work-whiskey was a strong selling point. Already with one in his hand, already his first sip taken back, he turned to acknowledge who stood on either side, what company he kept. HIs brows furrowed at the sight of the one, familiar.. at least more recently. “It was... Pierce, right?” he asked before going in for his second take of the amber liquid.

[no-soy-altivo-blog]

Pierce - Advice

The Magic Shack seemed like the sort of place that might have the information Altivo needed. At least, he hoped so. He’d seen a man bring a stone jaguar to life, he needed to know if that sort of power could be accessed in this world. “Hello? I need to ask someone something. Someone who knows what they’re talking about.”

@the-oogie-boogie-man

[nenikhkamen]

under oath || clayton, sommers & percy

@hectorclayton  @sommersofkindness 

The air was dense and a heavy, tomb-like silence fell upon the knights’ quarters. Norah was growing tired of it and watched as the other knights kept eating their dinners, seemingly oblivious. She laughed, nervous, and scratched her forehead. “Are we gonna keep pretending nothing’s happened?” she asked, before taking a sip of her beer, and shrugged. “I don’t even know who are we serving to.”