Long Dick Lamar

"Ah, nigga, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, nigga." indie GTAV Lamar Davis. est. 2015

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SEMI-HIATUS.

&&. So here’s the skinny: I’ve been living in an apartment without heat since it got cold outside and I’ve been unable to contact my landlord (who changed his phone number and left the state) which lead me to buying a house.  I’m stressed out with all of that going on right now so I probably won’t be very active until I get moved in and settled into the house that I bought (which is very nice).  Anyway, the time estimate for that is like a week or two.  I should be moving this week but I have a lot of other shit to take care of like transferring bills into my name and getting house insurance.  Basically being an adult is weird as fuck.  But yeah, I’m still alive and you can still send me asks and make starters and stuff I just probably won’t be around a whole lot except mobile.  I’m always active mobile.  

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Get to know the mun

¯\_(ツ)_/¯: do you have any tumblr friends? if so, who are they?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): relationship status?

ಠ_ಠ: what is your biggest pet peeve?

(ಥ_ಥ): finish this: i hate it when...

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: what is your favorite animal?

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜): who is someone you can tell everything to?

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: are you a hugger?

(╯°□°)╯︵ ʞooqǝɔɐɟ: besides tumblr, do you have any other social media?

﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿?: how old are you?

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻: what are your thoughts on school?

| (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ): favorite tv show?

(ง'̀-'́)ง: are you okay?

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧: sexual orientation?

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴: are you a people person or a loner?

ლ(ಠ益ಠლ): do you have any siblings?

ಠ╭╮ಠ: have you ever self harmed?

(づ￣ ³￣)づ: have you ever been in love?

(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞: would you rather be hugged by a bunny or kissed by a doe?

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻: how do you let your anger out?

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ: are you active?

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

（╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\: who is your least favorite person?

♥‿♥: tell us about your crush!

◔̯◔: what time is it?

◕‿◕: what is your guilty pleasure?

◔ ⌣ ◔: are you a virgin?

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@bakcd

     ‘ Am I in Hell? ‘

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@devilsadvocax​

Who knew that the Sicilian Mafia were in Los Santos?  Most people probably knew that, on second thought.  It was probably just Lamar that was left in the dark.  Maybe by fault of his own because he did have a tendency to be oblivious to his surroundings.  Oh well, the damage had been done, at any rate.

Onto our next point, how does one go about pissing off the Sicilian Mafia?  Weeeelll, that was a little more complicated.  Lamar didn’t necessarily do anything, but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and now he was tied up in the back of a windowless van.  He should really choose better friends, but what’s done is done.  

Flashback to three days ago: The Families told Lamar he had a huge drop off in Rockford Hills.  Cocaine.  First of all, it should have struck him as strange that he would be dropping anything off in Rockford Hills, but it didn’t.  Anyone who could afford to live in Rockford Hills could afford the good shit that the Madrazo Cartel was selling ---- but maybe these people didn’t want to fuck with Madrazo, so Lamar didn’t really think anything of it.  The coke that Lamar dropped off was never the good stuff, it was two thirds baking soda in every brick, but if you put the good side up they never noticed until it was too late.  The difference this time is that the customer, Vincenzo did notice.  

Vincenzo Cilli was a high ranking member of the Leone crime family, which of course Lamar knew nothing about.  Vinnie was a ruthless, rude, sonuvabitch ---- something for which he was notorious.  He’d recently gotten into a tiny disagreement with Martin Madrazo at a local nightclub.  Martin seemed to think that Vinnie’s lack of respect for his mother was unbecoming of a man and Vinnie didn’t really give a fuck, however he was slightly upset when Martin drunkenly started calling out insults.  Vinnie was just trying to enjoy his night at the club, even had two girls sucking his cock, and was interrupted by a phone call from his mother and then further inconvenienced by Madrazo.  This lead to a fight, of course, and now a gang war between the Madrazo’s and the Leone’s.  

Lamar didn’t mean to get in the middle of this gang war, which was way above his level, but he may have accidentally mentioned Madrazo’s name during the deal ---- after Vinnie had his boys check the coke and he knew that Lamar tried to rip him off.  So Lamar landed himself in a bit of a sticky situation, and now he had no idea where they were taking him or what they were going to do with him. 

At some point Lamar lost consciousness, either due to blood loss from the beating or the pain itself.  At any rate, Lamar lucked out.  He woke up ---- refreshingly not dead ---- in a bathtub... in what appeared to be an empty warehouse.  Concerning enough, because he couldn’t get too lucky, there was a needle in his arm.  Yanking it out, with no consideration as to what they put in his blood, he tried to stand up. 

                    And he fell down.

After the first try he had better control of his body, though, and he did manage to make his way to the door, out into blindingly bright sunlight and a crowd of people.  Grabbing the first person he saw by the shoulders, Lamar supported his own weight on the strangers.

       ‘ Where am I? ‘ he asked in a gravelly voice. 

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@carisiisms

     ‘ I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about,        nigga. ‘

Of course Lamar knew exactly what the detective was talking about, but he wasn’t about be to a rat.  Eventually, just maybe, the suit wearing clowns would find something solid to link Lamar to the crime scene but Lamar wasn’t going to tell who else was involved.  It was a drug deal gone wrong.  Shit happens.  Right?

    ‘ Just because ya’ll found me in the area where       it happened don’t mean that I had nothin’ to       do with it. ‘

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badbraiins:

          ❛ hey, i’d appreciate if you didn’t blind me, ❜ cadence spoke with a glare, this wasn’t           anyone’s territory, and as far as she knew nobody’s turf was fair game.                                             ❛ what do you want, exactly? ❜

       ‘ Whatchu doin’ out here, little girl? ‘

The term little girl was not meant in a condescending way, though perhaps his general demeanor towards her could have been interpreted that way.  It was clear he thought she was merely a child.

      ‘ I dunno if your momma told you, but it’s         dangerous for you to be out here all by         yourself. ‘

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lilitheve:

          “Not baby girl.” Whoops. Strike one. “It’s Lilith.” A little pretentious,           but as a sex worker she’s prepared to hear no, I mean your real           name all night long, so might as well pick something ridiculous as           a stage name first.

       ‘ A’ight, a’ight, I see how it is.  My name’s          Lamar but the ladies like to call me L.D. ‘

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face but just as quick, he drew his hand to his mouth as if to wipe it away.  He wouldn’t tell her what L.D. stood for after his first rejected advance.  After all, he wasn’t an animal, he could take a hint.

      ‘ What’d this nigga do, anyway? ‘

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lilitheve:

          “There’s this guy who keeps bothering me at work.           If I say pretty please will you kill him for me?”

     ‘ Just drop a name in my ear, baby.  I’m always        ready to cap a nigga for giving such a beautiful        lady some trouble.  I ain’t about them annoying,        bitch-ass, niggas anyway. ‘

It’s a lie ---- or at least a half lie.  Lamar wouldn’t kill anyone based on what a stranger said to him, but he was always about trying to get his dick wet.  This, he didn’t think, would go anywhere but it was always worth a shot.  She wasn’t his type, anyway.

    ‘ What’s your name, baby girl? ‘

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H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

“Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

“They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

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ofchaotic:

“we need to talk about something… serious.”

      ‘ As long as you don’t get all emotional on me, my         nigga.  I don’t think I can handle anymore of that         kinda bullshit today.  Ya feel? ‘

Lamar takes a half step back, wipes a smile from his mouth, then drops his hand back to his side.

     ‘ What’s on your mind, homie? ‘

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Dorks.

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Lowriders

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Lamar and his new ride.

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Lamar Davis