#oldmcncy

[fadingfronticr]

— CLOSED STARTER. @oldmcncy​​

“If I can be completely honest...” Elias started off, pausing just to get his thoughts straight. Surely this was more complicated than what he had expected. “I’ve never really felt this way about anyone else...”

[cracknoir]

@oldmcncy​ // liked. 

      Things had, admittedly, taken a turn for the worse. After Jimmy finished yelling obscenities at the police officer behind the desk at the end of the hall, he sat down. The holding cells, Jimmy thought, were worse than prison. 

     “Yeah... I could’a handled this better.” Out of all the things he could’ve been caught doing, drink driving wasn’t going to be the thing that finally put him behind bars. Sure, he may have ended up punching the officer who, in turn, tazed him. He made some gross mouth noises for a moment, “Christ. My mouth tastes like batteries. How you holdin’ up? We all good?”  

[dynamiteabs]

・ ☢ * { @oldmcncy​ clicked the 💖 }

[Text: Alyx] Heya sexy! I miss ya 😍 [Text: Alyx] Was wonderin if ya’d like to go out again sometime maybe? [Sending image file...]

[Text: Alyx] I mean, can ya resist this look? Of course ya can’t 😜

[asynjja-archive]

                    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍,   𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒   𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐗’   𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐎𝐅   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒   –   and   worse   is   only   its   ability   to   sway   her,   charcoal   eyes   incapable   of   tearing   their   gaze   AWAY   from   swaying   hips.   She   doesn’t   frequent   strip   clubs   for   that   very   reason,   dislikes   the   way   she   is   looked   at.   But   the   private   party   in   the   back   of   the   restaurant   is   something   ELSE;   it’s   just   Alyx   and   her   and   the   grinding   of   TEETH   when   the   mercenary   leans   down   to   give   her   a   kiss.   She   knows   exactly   how   to   wrap   her   around   her   finger;   it’s   a   PROBLEM,   but   one   she   isn’t   willing   to   deal   with   until   later.   Instead,   hands   come   to   pull   the   young   woman   by   her   waist,   a   small   GROAN   exiting   the   depths   of   her   throat   when   she’s   pressed   flush   against   her   lap.     “   I   was   trying   to   have   a   date   —   ”     it’s   a   meaningless   remark.   Nobody   COMPARES   to   Kain.     “   You   really   just   want   me   to   yourself,   huh?   ”  

@oldmcncy​ .   sc .

[becomesdeath]

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 : 𝙰𝙻𝚈𝚇.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒   is   equal   parts   disgusted   as   it   is   unimpressed   ;   heavy   boots   move   to   crush   the   glowing   orange   cherry   of   cigarette   with   apathetic   intent   before   he   finally   allows   a   pointed   glare   to   sweep   over   the   other.   ❛   you   call   yourself   a   PROFESSIONAL   ?   i   could   have   kept   the   mess   contained   to   five   percent   of   what   you   managed   with   my   EYES   CLOSED.   ❜   a   leather-gloved   hand   gestures   vaguely   at   the   carnage   steeped   at   their   feet.   ❛   give   me   a   break.   ❜ / @oldmcncy​ 

[skyler-bane]

I think I might have overestimated my speed and it seems it’ll be 1 drawing/day lmao 

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to go traditional or digital media, so... mixed media it is! (pencil, Xperia Sketch, Pixlr for effects) 

 Starting with @oldmcncy ‘s muse, Avery Davenport, because I had this idea in my head before I even grabbed a pencil. ♡

[peiskcs]

@oldmcncy​

Travis fiddled with the tie around his neck, sweat dripping down his pulsing veins. In a moment of stress, he stripped himself of the tie, tossing it aside. Who was he trying to kid? He already probably looked like a fool, dressed to the nines in a suit that was tailored to his body yet still felt like it didn’t properly fit. Like it was a costume, not meant for him. He fiddled wit his phone, twirling it in his hand, his text thread with Adele kept open like he was going to lose his nerve and tell her to turn around and go back home. He managed to not chicken out, waiting for her outside the restaurant. A five-star establishment with not just one, but thee Michelin stars. A seafood establishment where the menu hailed entrees with names that Travis neither recognized or knew how to pronounce. A nerve-ridden smile crossed his face when she rolled up, tossing her keys to the valet. “Hey,” he greeted. “Bet you thought I was joking when I dropped you that pin to meet me here, huh?” 

[deathrcll]

@oldmcncy​  | forrest & serayah,  based  on  x.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑  daughter  to  wait  at  the  door,  not  to  open  it  ever  unless  she  had  adult  supervision,  sera  hadn’t  expected  to  see  his  face  on  the  other  side  of  the  door.  her  parents,  perhaps.  even  a  delivery  man  with  a  package  she’d  ordered,  but  not  forrest.  “  hey   ——  hi,  what . . . ”  her  floundering  is  obvious,  absent  minded  when  she  reaches  down  to  pick  up  the  child  tugging  on  her  pants  to  sweep  her  into  her  arms.  “  are  you . . . ”  there  are  no  fully  formed  sentences  coming  to  her  mind,  practically  speechless  and  staring.  her  their  daughter’s  demands  to  know  who  he  is,  shrill  in  her  ears  has  sera  shushing  her  softly.  “  this  is  forrest,  sweetheart.  he’s  a   —— ”  friend  was  the  word  she  was going  for,  but  the  question  was  out  before  sera  could  even  think  to  hush  her  once  more.  of  all  the  ways  to  tell  him,  having  his  mini  me  staring  back  at  him  hadn’t  been  ideal.