#funer4lmoon

[exinfra]

ooc, canon relationships/connections so far…

helena rodriguez — gf/fiancée — @grote5querie

scout carver — friend/photographer— @funer4lmoon

eddie munson — best friend — @freakarus

lennon matthews — friend/former flame — @hangtenn

nea karlsson — friend/mentor — @grote5querie

barrel roberts — friend w/ benefits — @grote5querie

i shall be adding a section for connections/affiliates on my pinned again. if you wanna be added either there or here, lemme know!

[blckfckinmsk-archive]

you got cut up a little, huh?

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── A glance down over shoulder is given to a few injuries he'd acquired in scuffle. And a shrug carelessly follows because despite them they'd taken care of the issue they had with a rival organization. "They're just a few scratches." He's dealt with worse.

[bratxprincexlestat]

@funer4lmoon ;; cont.

They are on the couch, there are a fair few people around them in the green room but no one is paying any particular attention, it is so like him to play nice, like any man out there let's have a chat, let's get to know each other and once she's there he sits a little closer, he speaks a little lower as to make her lean into him more. His arm draped on the backrest,fingers lazily played with long blond hair idly, he dares to run his fingertips up and down Scout's shoulder and yet his arm does not drape around her, it stays on the backrest reaching only for what is close to it.

"Hm..maybe you should. My poor Ann-Marit" He has purposely chosen to call her his for is that not what she wanted? To belong? And Ann-Marit in such a French accent as to take her name and make it his too, everyone called her Scout, he would call her Ann-Marit. "There is nothing wrong with having a little cuddle, is there?" Lestat asked and so smoothly slid that arm around her and patted the pectoral closest to her as to invite her to rest her head on it. There is a slowness to it, to the way he caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head as to invite her to stay but not pushing further.

"Someone's sat there" he announces loudly keeping violent grey eyes on Ann-Marit and sending the would be joiner on the couch on their way. No one else but them on the little island of the couch in the middle of the green room surrounded by a dying party due to the late hour. "You are right, it is a bit crowded in here. I should drive you back..." She said none of this, he wants to make her blush some more, and make her giggle maybe. "The hour is late...and someone has to make sure you get home alright, hm? Someone with a Hellcat Redeye"

[reallynxley]

my ass may be dumb, but i ain't no dumbass.

˚ .˚ 🐾❄️ ˖ ˚ 𓂂 . ──── There's a moment taken to try and understand where exactly the other was going with that, but Pawbert can't really manage to wrap his head around it at all. So he just forces a smile and nods, "OookaaAay, whatever you say." Trying his best not to sound condescending because it's not the impression he wanted to give off.

[balltruster]

he had began to doze off in the hammock hanging in a small tree by the trailer, a dream beginning to form. blood. so much of it. and someone's cold hands. teeth, sharp and gnarling. and then, just as suddenly as the sleep had hit it, he awoke. his arms and legs kicking about the hammock to stabilize himself. to stabilize the reality against his dream. and whats when he saw her. a girl, standing not far from his hammock. " what are you doing here? ", it's a simple question but his voice cracks when he asks. damn these dreams. they were only getting more vivid. regular peter would have hear her coming from miles, even asleep. would have smelled her. but no, he had done neither. these dreams were messing with his senses.

@funer4lmoon liked for a starter

[hauntedxwritings]

[ JOY ] // for tate,perhaps? if you still write him

[ JOY ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  sender picks up receiver and spins them around.  

Tate and Scout had a major fight, it shook him to his very core, but then.. came the apology, it was soft at first, a storm brewing in the distance. But then, he couldn't fight it anymore. He lifted her off the ground, spinning her around. He felt the water droplets on his cheek, unsure if they had been tears or rain, that was until the clap of thunder. "I'm so sorry Scout.." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for everything.."

[tootyfuckingfruity]

@funer4lmoon said: " you… you're bleeding… "

“Yeah…” She manages, shakily, “I’m okay…” They couldn’t give two shits about anyone else in the world, but they care about each other, and Baby doesn’t want Scout to worry, “It’s just a cut,” She winces as she settles down onto the couch, head throbbing, and brushes bloodied curls away from her face to reveal split skin at her hairline, “Motherfucker smashed a bottle over my head,” She’s almost laughing by the time she says it. It was kinda funny, like something you’d see in one of those Bugs Bunny cartoons on the teevee.

[blckfckinmsk-archive]

i'm not sure i deserve to find peace.

───────  ·  ·     ⨟ "...What the fuck are you going on about? Do you need a fucking minute to get yourself together?" Because he really doesn't want to hear this self deprecating crap. Or whatever the hell she was going through mentally.