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♦♢V I C T O R V E G A♢♦

Wow, that was really exciting. I bet you’re a big Lee Marvin fan, aren’t ya? Yeah, me too. I love that guy.

♦♢S U N F L O W E R♢♦ :

“ yeah, baby! looks like you are fun after all! “ she tosses her hair over her shoulders, flouncing her way to the door of the seedy little joint, “ you won’t see him in here, he’ll be upstairs wi’ bobbi.. always upstairs wi’ bobbi. she’s mega-ooooollllld… “ nellie smirks, shaking her head as she pushes past the big ol’e bouncer, “ you gonna buy my drink, yeah? “

“I’m flattered, Flower Power, fun if I’m drinking,”

He merely shrugs at the remark about Leroy & some OLD BROAD, gaze drifting to the bouncer briefly as he brushes past him. If the BRUTE wanted to try & stop him, Victor was sure that was canceled out given the COMPANY he was trailing after like a hound dog.

“Someone gonna come bitching at me about keeping you from your work? I don’t wanna deal with some fuckin’ piece of shit barking at me.”

#talestobetold

vicosortiz

out of curiosity, since there’s a post circulating about roleplaying with muses 25+, who here would be open to roleplaying with muses 35+ or even 40+? please reblog if you would.

#;;♢♢:Tony The Fucking Tigerclawᴼᵘᵗᴼᶠᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ

luxgalador

cute first date ideas: hand-to-hand combat

♦♢ @rcyalewithcheese ♢♦ ↳ Continued from X

“Sounds like you’re tellin’ me how to do my fuckin’ job, Vincent.”

His tone doesn’t pick up any BITE, or offense. Just a mild hint of what might have been PLAYFUL ACCUSATION. He wasn’t sure how many times Vincent had BARKED the ‘you sick fucker’ opera about TORTURE since they were teenagers. From neighborhood pets, up to their adult years of making a BUSINESS out of what they excelled in.

“People are more inclined to tell you what you want when they know you aren’t fuckin’ around with the threats.”

& besides. It was FUN. One of the rare occasions when Vincent found he ACTUALLY liked people. Maybe it was the actual act, maybe it was simply having POWER over the situation. He just knew he LIKED IT, & that things he liked were RARE.

#rcyalewithcheese

thanaticist

Why use a ouija board when you could get the very same experience by having a conversation with me

Fear… cryptic one-word answers… me knocking things off of your desk

#Musings tba #lmao

If I don’t reply or I take ages to:

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m brain-dead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else

All/some of the above

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gross

@rcyalewithcheese

Brother pls wash ur hair

#crack tag pending #rcyalewithcheese

rcyalewithcheese-blog

“You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris? They call it a Royale with cheese. ‘

Indie Vincent Vega

Written by Katie

#PROMO #Katie is the love of my life so yeah follow that bitch

fuckyeahbarryloukaitis-deactiva

Me on a first date:

“How do you feel about gun play?”

#musings tba

♦♢S C R A P P Y♢♦ :

“I am.”

Simon watched the stranger consider the relatively simple question as if it was some great philosophical question. Considering the leisurely nature the man had exhibited so far there was no real surprise in it. As he waited, Simon considered the stranger having a particularly dorky name. Something that would break his mysterious atmosphere. Eugene. Herbert. Clarence.

“Victor? …You don’t look like a Victor.”

He supposed he looked more like a Victor than a Eugene but Victor brought to mind the image of a regal noble. He saw this guy as more of a Tony or maybe a Vince. His eyes followed the cigarette as it was carelessly discarded. He took a drag on his own before answering,

“Simon but you can stick to Scrappy if you feel so inclined.”

“Victor, Vic, Toothpick. Dunno what any of those are s’posed t’ fuckin’ look like, but there’s your options.”

He’s never grasped the idea of a name having a LOOK to fit it.No less he finds himself vaguely curious about what he DOES look like, or maybe just what a Victor was supposed to look like. More like this twin, he figured before shrugging the thought away. & His smile creeps back onto his face, chest RUMBLING another amused laugh at the PERMISSION to stick to Scrappy instead of Simon. ( Simon says, a joke of the nature is at the tip of his tongue but never formed. He merely laughs at his own humor in his head. )

“Can I? I’m touched, Scrappy.”

With his words, his hand rests over his chest in a moment of FEIGNED EMOTION. He’s sure he’d stick to SCRAPPY instead of SIMON if the kid had been inclined to deem it okay or not. Then, the humor of Victor’s tone is more or less dropped, only holding a few straggling fibers of his usually misplaced playful tone.

“Kid, I’m sick’a fuckin’ standin’ around here like some jackass. And I’m goddamn hungry, but on behalf of my friend’s son who you punched, I’ve still got some bullshit to run by you.”

#outliiar