#treerie

[cicero-the-assassin]

((And also:

"Ladies~ <3"))

@treerie

@daggersandsparks

@ayakoito

ANOTHER ADDITION

@fiona-inculta

[deadkenndy]

[008]  in  the  aftermath  of  violence  [S]  wipes  blood  from  [R]’s  cheek

✹      CATALOG  001    ›       i.    (   type:  tense  scenarios  )     

His lips curled into a faint smile as he let out a breathy laugh. "Don't start lecturing me on how I should be more careful."

[saseplayground]

starter for @treerie

The temptation to play live music at Micky Smith's is always strong when it arises, but fleeting. Malachi has been getting comfortable. He doesn't want to get too comfortable again and ruin a good thing. Besides, whoever's currently playing has been kicking ass for a while. It carries a mood without dropping it and has a sort of 'fuck it' sound he appreciates, the singer's voice direct and a little raw, a little carefree. Like she's got ninety-nine problems but they're not gonna stop her. She's there to make music.

By the time things are winding down he's a little tipsy. Pleasantly buzzed. It had been kind of a weird day, and Micky sent him off well before the kitchen closed with a six pack of something that claimed to be extra juicy and hadn't been lying. He thinks about picking up his guitar and then keeps thinking.

...Yeah, fuck it.

He can get to know people. Establish a friendly acquaintanceship with another person. It's not a big deal.

Done thinking about it, he gets up and tugs his shoes on, out the door and down the stairs. Looks to be about closing time with people going their many ways, so he waits until he sees a lady carrying a guitar case (who, in his mind, had not been a foot and change shorter than him) and almost starts thinking again before he accidentally catches her eye and it's too late.

"Hey, that was you playing?" He forgets to smile, but he's got a friendly face. "I dig it."

[moonsymbols]

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unpopular rpc opinions.

people who never send memes should be shot out of a canon. okay, that might be a little drastic LOL but i do find it incredibly annoying when i reblog memes and people don't send stuff in. i try to reblog a mix of generic and ship prompts so there's something for everyone, but there are always people who never send anything ever.

specifying a muse when interacting with multi-muse blogs should be common courtesy. running a multi-muse is rough, and specifying a muse for interactions is a small way that you can help make things a little easier, but i swear some people are allergic to making choices.

follower count doesn't mean anything. just because someone has a high follower count, it doesn't mean they are better than anyone else, and just because someone has a low follower count, it doesn't mean that they suck. when i'm deciding whether to follow a blog, i don't give a single fuck about how many followers they might have, i want to build dynamics and play barbies, not join a popularity contest.

[teethearted]

09.     “junk” drawer. 13. to do list.

09. junk drawer: silver lighter (she can't remember where she got this), ripped up polaroid of herself and some guys she doesn't remember, a rolled up dollar bill, random receipts, a gifted pocket-knife and a postcard she received from an old lover. 13. to do list: buy batteries, check cemetery, text @deficd back, cat food!!!, eat something green, avoid bridge

[bluebeadle]

﹝ INCOMING TRANSMISSION.  SOURCE  .  .  .  @treerie MESSAGE  RETRIEVED: "So... about last night." morning after meme.

Last night had been . . . a spontaneous event. While he remembered nearly every bit of the night, the laughter and the other noises that had filled his room, the positions and praises, he was finding it hard to recollect exactly what led to this. Had it been a random touch that had sparked a flame? A phrase with double meaning that launched them down a path neither had expected. Jaime was having a hard time thinking back beyond the first kiss.

"Right, last night," he echoed, trying to fill the silence while his mind decided on what to say. He sat up, one hand gripping the blankets to make sure that his lower region remained covered. "We should talk about that. We both think that everything that happened was awesome, right?" Jokes were a great way to diffuse tension, he even laughed at it genuinely.

[channel3]

@treerie Liked for a starter || Tomie

“Hey. Hey you, yes you! The girl over there!”

The voice is difficult to pinpoint at first – the room should be empty – is empty, and yet a girl’s voice echoes from the right end corner where a dozen potted plants are set up: geraniums, a white bird of paradise, and hoyas, with their pink petals in the sunrays... But one of the hoyas flowers looks different, its center not bright pink and lemon yellow, but flesh colored and dark strays like worms sitting atop the protrusion.

“Are you stupid? Come here!”

It talked. The protrusion talked: and upon closer inspection, the flesh colored blob looks like a face, dark eyes and a red smile.

“Finally”, it says, “I want water.”

[cicero-the-assassin]

🔥 + does he enjoy breeding y/n?? :))

send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.

((Huehuehue- yee.

Obviously the vampire man is a bit more picky about it. Siring offspring with say, a human, isn’t exactly something he’s jumping at the opportunity for.

Cicero/Lucio though? You’ve got to be so so so careful egging him on about it because if you’re not careful he WILL knock you up.

But it’s a huge turn on for him. Any talk about it really gets him going. Even if you aren’t the sort that can get pregnant.

Any mention of ‘put a baby in me’ and he’ll keep going and going until he’s throwing out blanks.

But if you like being held down and forced to take load after load- then sure. Go for it. ;) ))