sugar and blood.

[7-inchez]

𝐎𝐇—  𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔,  𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

welcome  to  seven  inchez  ,  a  low  priority  multi-muse  blog  featuring  PAPA  NIHIL  EMERITUS  ,  MURDOC  NICCALS  , MARK RENTON && VITYA  ,  an  oc  from  cyberpunk  '77.

interactions  will  be  entirely  mutuals  based.  please  note  that  my  portrayals  of  the  featured  canon  characters  will  be  mostly  informed  by  my  own  lore  and  headcanons.  they  might  be  anachronistic  ,  divergent  or  altogether  canon  breaking.  but  i  am  here  to  create  stories.

❥  all  lovingly  wrecked  by  JESTER  ,  29  ,  he/they.

FRIENDS OF THE BLOG: avemaria , muutos , casberriez , perpetval , joyousdefunct , berthindeath , anticristvs / vcrtexed , bysoleil / pirkstein

considering  the  characters  featured  on  this  blog  ,  it  will  contain  and  explore  sensitive  ,  potentially  triggering  themes  such  as—  drug  abuse  ,  parental  neglect  ,  strained  familial  ties  ,  violence  &  gore  ,  satanic  imagery  ,  explorations  of  trauma  &  guilt  ,  physical  and  verbal  abuse  (  especially  for  murdoc  )  &&  sexual  content.

everything  will  be  tagged  accordingly  ,  but  please  do  curate  your  space!  this  blog  is  for  mature  audiences  only.

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murdoc is now 60 by the way. his birthday was on 06/06.

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CHARACTER  ASSOCIATIONS

repost  &  fill  in  the  words  you  most  associate  with  your  character.

animal:  raven color:  turquoise  &  red  month:  november song: tomorrow  comes  today  number:  6 day  or  night:  night plant: devil's  ivy  smell:  you  just  woke  up  after  a  weekend  long  festival  ,  no  showers  and  all  the  fun. season:  summer food: something  greasy  you  can't  remember  by  morning  /  scrambled  eggs  &  sausage  astrological  sign:  capricorn element:  fire drink: rum  /  spirulina  smoothies

tagged by: @joyousdefunct !

[maleabuser]

Tom at the Farm, 2013 (Dir. Xavier Dolan)

[muutos]

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happy pride to murdoc alphonse niccals , my genderqueer and pansexual king ( though he'd tell you that he doesn't give a FUCK about all the newfangled stuff thank you very much ). who is the son of an immigrant woman he never knew and a father who put him down at every turn. whose engine might be mighty faulty , but who soared anyway. whose actions actually speak louder than his words in many but not all cases , who smashes systems when he can and tries to keep music human in a commercialized and fabricated world. thank you murdoc niccals i hate you and i love you 👹🖤🖤🖤

also happy pride to every other muse on my blog , even nihil ( the crowd boos ).

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one last thought for now but concerning scent? murdoc is entirely the perfume 'smudge' by heretic. it is smoky and moody , with a lingering note of patchouli.

i did , unfortuantely , not get the opportunity to visit , but for the house of kong exhibition they did display murdoc's winnebago. and people did claim that , whilst smelling of many things , there was an overwhelming note of patchouli ( among other smells like b/o and wet towels and everything you'd think there to be ). he is my old bat.

that is to say , murdoc does not smell good on a regular day ... but i don't think i have to elaborate on that in this post.

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thinking  intensely  again  in  the  last  days.  and  i've  been  hit  by  the  tangled  mess  of  emotions  he  feels  towards  2D.  specifically  his  guilt  ,  i  mean.  (  like  ,  obviously  everything  about  them  is  so  simple  and  yet  so  complicated  and  tangled  and  messy  and.  you  get  it.  )

obviously  murdoc  is  aware  of  how  irreversibly  he  impacted  2D's  life  ,  and  mainly  in  negative  ways  ... initially.  he  is  in  various  states  of  denial  about  this  during  the  years  ,  but  at  his  core  he  knows.  he  crippled  stu  physically  through  his  own  carelessness  entirely  ,  and  while  his  addictions  softened  the  blow  of  that  for  a  long  time  ,  i  do  think  it  comes  back  to  haunt  him  periodically  later  in  his  life.  as  well  as  the  emotional  abuse  he's  inflicted  on  dee  for  so  ,  so  many  years.  and  i  think  that  would've  been  enough  to  break  him  on  his  road  to  sobriety  ,  if  it  weren't  for  2D's  overall  disposition  ,  and  ability  to  forgive  (  this  is  it's  own  post.  stu  is  another  beast  to  tackle  and  i  wouldn't  really  want  to  just  yet  ).

but  ,  underneath  it  all  ,  festering  in  places  he  acknowledges  but  not  really  ,  there  is  a  pride  to  it  ,  too.  a  sense  of  possession.  he  yanked  stu  into  the  spotlight  by  the  scruff.  without  him  that  ,  unarguably  ,  would  not  have  happened  (  completely  regardless  of  what  stu  wants  out  of  life  naturally  ).  looking  at  stu  ,  his  scars  ,  his  8-ball  eyes—  that's  his.  he  doesn't  think  about  it  too  closely.

@muutos

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how am i supposed to do this? / muds!

the  studio's  bathed  in  the  full  ,  sweltering  splendor  of  an  early  august  midday—  full  face  of  the  sun  pressing  against  dust  streaked  ,  high  windows.  warped  floorboards  soak  up  the  warmth  ,  almost  too  hot  to  walk  on  them  barefoot.  not  that  it  bothers  murdoc  much  ,  languishing  in  his  most  natural  form:  underwear  and  a  bass  slung  over  his  shoulder.  strange  ,  then  ,  to  feel  a  little  out  of  place  in  the  very  space  he's  only  ever  truly  felt  himself  in.  there's  that  hypocritical  belief  he's  always  held  that  mixing  personal  biz  with  actual  biz  is  never  a  good  idea  ,  when  he's  only  ever  done  everything  but.  but  here  she  is  ,  perched  on  a  stool  with  one  of  his  babies  balanced  on  her  knee.

and  he  feels  a  little  dumb  ,  idly  scratching  beneath  the  waistband  of  his  briefs  and  admiring  how  the  light  filters  through  her  messy  updo.  or  how  she  smiles  as  her  fingers  idly  press  along  the  fretboard.  y'know  ,  all  the  things  he  used  to  barf  at.  he  still  feels  a  little  sick  to  the  stomach  ,  clocking  his  own  behavior.  satan  ...

still  he  ambles  over  like  a  loyal  old  dog  ,  setting  his  own  instrument  aside  and  adjusting  the  position  of  her  wrist.  ❝  like  so...  see?  ❞  his  scratchy  voice  still  rings  soft  between  them  ,  eyes  hidden  'neath  the  swath  of  his  hair  ,  curling  with  humidity.  ❝  'n  then  you  go  like  so.  yeah  ,  here—  ❞  his  fingers  cover  hers  ,  following  the  tab  she's  been  trying  to  replicate.  in  all  honesty  he's  snatched  up  terms  here  and  there  ,  working  with  other  artists—  but  where  2D  is  able  to  be  perfectly  technical  when  they  can  arsed  to  be  ,  murdoc  still  only  plays  by  ear  ,  almost  entirely  unable  to  read  notes.  never  bothered  him.  ...  not  really.  the  results  speak  for  themselves.

@vcrtexed

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we are all in agreement that NIN's closer is about drugs and not about sex , right ...? right ?!?!

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you have trouble accepting compliments? (To Murdoc from Billie I missed seeing you on my dash <3)

❝  don't  be  ridiculous.  ❞  like  he  did  not  just  deflect  her  harmless  compliment  in  the  most  self-depreciating  way  a  few  seconds  ago.  but  introspection  is  for  losers  ,  and  maybe  she  has  to  pull  that  stick  out  of  her  arse  and  accept  a  bit  of  humor.  truth  is  ,  next  to  nothing  can  reach  him  on  most  days—  he's  well  used  to  talking  circles  around  people  ...  and  himself.  but  billie  kind  of  has  that  eerie  ability  to  look  through  him  ,  and  it  is  making  him  upset.  perhaps  a  bit  jumpy.  he  doesn't  like  it  one  bit  ,  is  what  he  tells  himself.

unruly  brows  unfurrow  as  he  takes  charge  of  his  facial  expressions  once  again  ,  instead  morphing  into  a  sleazy  grin.  ❝  why  don't  you  compliment  something  that  actually  matters  ,  doll?  like  my  unarguably  good  looks  ,  or  my  godlike  skills  on  the  bass.  ❞  truth  is  ,  he  also  hadn't  expected  to  ...  keep  talking  to  her.  keep  in  touch.  he's  met  her  on  the  street  in  the  middle  of  the  night  ,  and  those  are  typically  the  sort  of  encounters  he  won't  remember  the  next  day.  perhaps  it  helps  that  they  only  ever  happen  to  meet  at  night  ,  it's  not  like  he's  conscious  or  the  least  bit  sociable  before  5pm.

@miidnighters

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you're not getting any younger. the world's changing. music's changing (for murdoc!)

you'd  think  he  found  his  cool.  peace  ,  progress  ,  sincerity  ,  his  middle  ...  all  that  bullshit  2D  preaches  about  ,  the  tit.  he  is  an  old  man  ,  for  crying  out  loud.  but  the  way  she's  phrased  it  ,  like  a  fact  that  is—  a  bit  like  an  accusation  ,  like  a  'hey  ,  you're  looking  at  it  all  backwards  you  donkey'.  well.  something  about  that  splits  him  down  in  the  middle.  fragile  ,  volatile—  nitroglycerin  exploding  in  anxiety.  all  at  once.  like  he  didn't  change  in  the  last  ten  years.  like  he  isn't  60.  like  he  doesn't  look  back  on  a  life  he's  took  charge  of.  perhaps  he's  escalating.  murdoc  thinks  he  might  be  escalating  ,  and  the  kind  of  funny  thing  is  that  he  cannot  stop.  fingers  twitch  ,  wanting  to  curl  into  fists  and  then  don't  by  sheer  force  of  will.

❝  the  bloody  hell  are  you  on  about?  ❞  it  comes  out  harsher  than  he  wanted  to.  a  little  winded  ,  like  a  dog  growling  ,  a  dog  that's  about  to  bite.  not  coz  the  dog's  really  angry  ,  but  because  it's  scared.  it's  always  fear  ,  in  the  end.  he's  learned  that  at  least.  ❝  like  i  don't  change  the  face  of  music  every  time  i  put  out  a  fucking  album?  still  putting  out  goddamn  music  ,  by  the  way.  ❞  murdoc's  not  really  looking  at  her  ,  but  he's  pacing.  he's  still  afraid  of  getting  older.  still  afraid  of  ...  still  afraid  of  death.  of  moving  on  ,  he  thinks.  so  many  wasted  years  and  yeah  ,  perhaps  he  shouldn't  think  of  them  as  wasted  ,  but  they  kinda  really  are  ,  yeah?  ❝  what's  that  even  mean?  the  hell  you  want  from  me?  ❞  the  reality  of  the  matter  is  ,  is  that  he's  still  an  exposed  nerve.  now  more  than  ever  ,  with  all  the  fires  he's  still  tending  to  within  himself.  the  embers  that  are  still  sizzling  ,  the  wild  burns  he's  still  putting  out.  all  the  humiliations  ,  all  the  terrible  things  that  have  happened  to  him  ,  that  he  did  to  others.  all  the  vulnerability  that  still  doesn't  feel  like  himself.

odded  eyes  twitch  up  ,  bore  into  her  own  devil-touched  pair.  too  proud  to  admit  that  ,  whatever  she  meant  ,  the  way  she  said  it  ...  hurt.  anger's  always  been  easier  ,  after  all.

@perpetval

[7-inchez]

the  only  thing  he  gives  is  the  clap  ,  but  what  do  you  know.

[alenseress]

Biblically accurate

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it's  summer  ...  thinking  about  nudist  enthusiast  murdoc  daily  ,  actually.  lugging  hog  and  balls  without  an  ounce  of  shame  and  that's  really  beautiful  to  me.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CYBERPUNK 2077 (PART 1) *  assorted dialogue from the game, adjust as necessary.

a moment of pain, and you'll be set.

some bastard tried to mug me. i handled it.

do i look like a priest that runs a charity to you?

it's common fucking knowledge.

i sometimes get the impression you forget you aren't from around here.

i'm open to other options.

i'm a man of my word, you know that.

how would i know? why would i care?

it's a hot item, and i know where to find it.

how am i supposed to do this?

well, who do we have here... [name]... long time. didn't know you were around.

no one calls me by my name anymore. almost forgotten how it sounds.

nothing ever changes here. i'd rather hear about you.

as you can see, i'm back. if it'd been better there, wouldn't've left.

maybe it'll all work out for the best.

stop the car.

looks like it's my lucky day.

one more fucking word...

stay outta this. i don't know you.

it seems our conversation has come to a close.

i'm pleased to see you have not forgotten your roots.

who was that?

pull up here. right here. i'll just drop down below.

maybe we can also work together again. take ourselves back two years.

see? we're rich.

get the fuck out.

don't move! you're under arrest!

stay where you are!

you know fuck all about me.

it's a waste of effort. i have no time to testify or play at an investigation.

honestly, for a second there, things looked iffy. wasn't sure we'd worm outta that alive.

eyes and ears open, all right?

elevator. this way.

you want nice, supportive? call a damn helpline.

nice. i couldn't done that better myself.

on your toes. more bodies incoming. they're almost on you.

shit, where the hell's our target?

heard people who live through shit like this get panic attacks.

is that even safe?

look sharp. not done yet.

it can wait. let's just focus on getting home.

so you can be nice when you feel like it.

you get any sleep?

oh, i get it. you wanna get rich off my blood, sweat, and tears.

good to see you, [name]. it's been a while. to what do i owe the pleasure today?

keep your guard up, that's all.

sounds like it could come in handy, then.

we'll work something out.

don't be mean now.

draw your weapon.

i've got this delicate matter. it's why i called you.

i know exactly how that sounds.

if i get a tip about a possible attack, i'll give you a call.

how's your mom?

would you rather live in peace as mr nobody, die dipe, old, and smelling slightly of urine? or go down for all times in a blaze of glory, smelling near like posies, without seeing your thirtieth?

let me hear it. what's the job?

not a sales pitch. it's a warning.

think you can handle it?

so what went wrong?

i like to know everything about the people i work with.

why we meeting here? any particular reason?

you have trouble accepting compliments?

have you known each other long?

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PROMPTS FROM TRAINSPOTTING *  assorted dialogue from the 1996 film, adjust as necessary

the truth is that i'm a bad person. but that's gonna change. i'm going to change.

now i'm cleaning up and i'm moving on, going straight and choosing life.

the streets are awash with drugs you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all.

choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family.

why would i want to do a thing like that?

i chose not to choose life. i chose something else.

the reasons? there are no reasons.

doesn't it make you proud to be scottish?

i've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways.

it wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal.

why did i do it? i could offer a million answers, all false.

i'm looking forward to it already.

i'm gonna be just like you.

excuse me. i don't mean to harass you, but i was very impressed with the capable and stylish manner in which you dealt with that situation.

i was thinking to myself, now this girl's special.

what's your name?

i'm going home.

i'll come back with you if you like, but like, i'm not promising anything, you know.

do you find that this approach usually works?

let me guess, you've never tried it before.

you don't normally approach girls, am i right?

personality, i mean that's what counts, right?

sounds great to me.

our only response was to keep on going and "fuck everything."

no matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again.

what are you two talking about?

no more. i'm finished with that shite.

gonna get it right this time. gonna get it sorted out.

i sure have heard that one before.

people think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. otherwise we wouldn't do it.

we're not fucking stupid. at least, we're not that fucking stupid.

now i'm ready.

what's on the menu this evening?

who the fuck are you?

did you bring the cards?

you're not getting any younger. the world's changing. music's changing

the guy's dead anyway.

the point is, you've got to find something new.

what do you mean?

at one time, you've got it, and then you lose it, and it's gone forever.

what's the point you're trying to make?

that means fuck all.

so we all get old and then we can't hack it anymore. is that it?

what attracts you to the leisure industry?

do you mean that you lied on your application?

i paid for the tickets!

it's all about aesthetics and it's fuck all to do with morality.

it seems, however, i really am the luckiest guy in the world.

what the fuck are these?

that's all i've got. take it or leave it.

i want a fucking hit.

i quite enjoyed the sound of it all.

for all the good they've done me, i might as well have stuck them up my arse.

for the first time in my adult life i was almost content.

useless motherfucker, that's what she called me.

i'm sorry, but these things happen. let's put it behind us.

you were quite happy to do a lot more last night.

calm down. you're not going to jail.

if you don't see me again, i'll tell the police.

i can't believe you did that.

[7-inchez]

also  ,  canon  ship  alert  but  el  capitan  does  ,  in  fact  ,  mean  everything  to  me  and  vitya.