Baal the Poet

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I LOVE BOTH COPIES …😍 David Bowie in Bertolt Brecht’s “Baal” (1982). Photographer not noted

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[baals-attic]

Just wanted to share that I actually own this baby now

[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

“Too early, or you just can’t keep up with me?” 

She giggled, padding over to slip her arms around his waist, nuzzling into the crook of Baal’s neck. The last time he’d stayed over, it seemed the only time they weren’t connected at the hips was when they were sleeping. Luna had spent the week after treading gingerly, filled with a delicious ache.

“Why don’t you mull it over some more while I go change out of these painting clothes,” A kiss was pressed to the corner of Baal’s mouth, and Luna padded towards her bedroom; a devious plan in mind.

The drifter had been notorious for snooping whenever he felt he could get away with it, especially through her numerous draws of lingerie and the large chest at the end of her bed that contained her more ‘adult’ toys. It became apparent to the young woman that her lover had quite the taste for a few of her costumes- his favorites being the slutty school girl and the slutty nurses outfit. 

Luna dressed quickly, smiling at herself as she spun around; red tartan skirt, button up shirt knotted in the front, garter and stockings paired with Baal’s favorite pair of silky panties. It was almost too good, but that didn’t stop her from braiding her long hair into pigtails, completing the look.

“You know Baal- I don’t recall this outfit being in my wardrobe,” Her voice cut through the silence, turning heads as she made her way towards the kitchen again. “You wouldn’t have been being naughty last time you were here without me…would you?”

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Baal rubbed his prickly face in the place she'd kissed him, smiling a bit deliriously as he watched her go. While she was gone he absentmindedly doodled on a blank page with a piece of charcoal that had been lying around, drawing the form he'd basically memorized in sure, unwavering lines. He looked up when she walked in and stared at her blankly, dropping the chunk of charcoal on the page, leaving his hand covered in the ashy dust.

"Oh..." he said simply lost for words at the site of her in that costume he'd dug out of her things so many times just to wank to the thought of her in it before sneaking it into her wardrobe in the hopes she'd get the picture and wear it for him eventually. It seemed she'd finally given in to the idea or at least was willing to offer him a treat.

"Uhh I have no idea what you're talking about. But you look smoking hot." he grinned and brushed his hands together in an attempt to wipe off the black dust, but it just spread it even more. He gave up and wiped it on the pajamas he was wearing instead. Surely she wouldn't mind, charcoal came out easily in the wash. "Are you sure you didn’t put it in there yourself?" he suggested cheekily and stepped closer to her, resting his hands on her waist and pulling her close against his own hips.

[getmejones]

[shiftythrifting]

Goodwill in Ottawa, IL

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[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

[baals-attic]

A piece of sausage fell off his fork while he stared at her, mouth slightly agape while she watched her teasing him with the strawberries. He tried to clear his throat coolly, but just came off as flustered. Even with as many women he’d slept with before, they still had a certain power over him.

“I don’t know… up to you,” he said, trying to sound disinterested, but his eyes betrayed him as they absorbed every inch of her appearance. He put his fork down and picked up another strawberry, gently holding it to her lips while he looked into her eyes.

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

“You’re terrible at pretending you’re not interested,”

Luna giggled, accepting the strawberry she had been offered gently, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked at Baal. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips, catching the stray trail of juice that had leaked from the corner of her mouth. Notorious for being as un-sensual as ever, it seemed that this morning would be no different.

“You think I could persuade you to give me a rub down?” She quirked a brow at her lover, fighting the urge to smile or laugh again. “I could put on something nice and sexy for you if you need encouragement,” Luna was still teasing, playing the game like they always did whenever they were together. 

“Then maybe if you’re good I’ll let you take it off of me…”

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Baal looked away, still trying to act like it was no big deal, even if she had caught him in his facade. "Ohh... I don't know." he said, "It's kind of early, don't you think?" he asked, completely unaware that it was three in the afternoon and he had really slept that long. Still, it counted. He'd just woken up.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his mind falling into the gutter as he imagined her in that sexy lingerie he knew she had. He'd snuck around her apartment before, when she was asleep or otherwise working and let him stay over on occasion. He'd searched her draws and seen the kinds of things she owned. He got off on the idea that she seemed so sweet and innocent and yet she had this dark side to her. A sexual beast just waiting to be tamed by him. He didn't know if she knew that he'd snooped, and he got off to that uncertainty too.

[baals-attic]

(Hello! I'd love to RP with your David. :) )

I don't write very often on this blog so I can't promise fast replies, but feel free to message me to plot or anything

[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

[baals-attic]

A piece of sausage fell off his fork while he stared at her, mouth slightly agape while she watched her teasing him with the strawberries. He tried to clear his throat coolly, but just came off as flustered. Even with as many women he'd slept with before, they still had a certain power over him.

"I don't know... up to you," he said, trying to sound disinterested, but his eyes betrayed him as they absorbed every inch of her appearance. He put his fork down and picked up another strawberry, gently holding it to her lips while he looked into her eyes.

[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

Luna had made quick work of scrubbing Baal clean, his night’s escapades, and his weeks on the street currently washing down the drain. She had bundled him up, letting him pad around in her robe a bit as she began fixing him something to eat. A traditional hangover cure- an English fry up, minus the blood pudding. 

It was one of her favorites after a rough night out, and cooking had always appealed to something within Luna. It soothed her in a strange way, much like painting did. 

Baal had been sleeping for hours now, having eaten his fill and had his bath. She popped in periodically to check in on him, if only to make sure he didn’t have alcohol poisoning, or accidentally pull the makeshift stitches she’d placed to keep the cut above his eye shut. By now the sun had risen fully, and after some food and a small nap of her own, Luna was painting; happily situated by the windows.

“Good morning sleepy head,” She giggled at the kisses pressed along her neck, Baal’s beard ticklish and scratchy. “You feel any better?”

[baals-attic]

"Loads." He told her and rested his chin on top of her head as he looked over at her painting. He liked her art, not the kind of thing he was usually into but she put her heart in it, and he liked seeing that part of her.

He gave her a light squeeze and wandered over to the kitchen to retrieve his leftovers and reheat them. "Get up to much lately?" He enquired. "Any dates?" He was joking, but he secretly hoped not. He liked the attention he got from her, and if she found a partner, Baal might not be welcome around her anymore.

[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

“Certainly not as interesting as your night seems to have been…” She chuckled to herself, taking great care to not be too rough as she cleaned up the various cuts and open wounds that covered Baal’s face and hands. “Did you get hit with a pint glass or something? There’s a mess of glass shards in this cut above your eye..”

The older man merely laughed at her question, shaking his head as he continued to let her tend to him. Luna was far from a doctor, but had picked up the basics over the years; starting to get rather good with a suture needle, thanks to all the practice she’d gotten from her younger, dumber years. 

“Alright hell-raiser, you’re all patched up…now you’re gonna take a bath and let me wash those clothes.” Her voice was firm, but not aggressive; Luna simply knew that Baal was in no state to be doing any rational thinking. He was clearly still a bit intoxicated, and lord only knows how much blood he’d lost though the night. She knew that a bath and something to eat would make him feel much better. “C’mon, I’ve still got some clothes you can wear, and I’ll wash your hair for you.”

[baals-attic]

“I can’t remember…” he said with a smile and laughed, “It all happened very quickly. Who would have thought men could be so protective of their girfriends?” he asked. Luna just tutted at him and coaxed him into getting up again, although it was an effort since he had just laid down and he was still intoxicated. He tried not to put all his weight on her as she led him to the bathroom.

He got out of his grimy clothes and into the warm, bubbly, scented bath once Luna had drawn it for him. He got in and sunk into the steam and heat with a low groan.

“You really are a life-saver, Luna.” he said gratefully. His beard twitched into a small smile when he felt her lathering his hair and massaging his scalp. He would have thanked her, if he wasn’t too proud for it.

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

The young woman made a soft noise as she continued gently washing Baal’s hair, careful to avoid getting any soap into his eyes or open wounds. “Well, someone’s gotta look out for you…lord only knows where you’d end up, or what shape you’d be in if I didn’t.” 

She tormented him, knowing fully well that he was grateful she let him in like this- especially after the nasty fight they’d had all those months ago. Baal would never admit it, but he never needed to. Luna knew he appreciated such kind treatment, knew that somewhere beneath his abrasive exterior there was someone aching for such softness. He wouldn’t keep coming back if she was wrong.

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Her voice was gentle, hushed against his ear before a kiss was pressed to his cheek. It made her feel good to tend to him like this, made her feel as if she could really make a difference in his life by being so nice to him. “After this I’m gonna dress you and feed you- and maybe, if you behave, you can get some rest.” Luna moved to rinse Baal’s hair, smiling at the way he leaned into her touch to avoid soap and water in his eyes. “We’ll save all the ass-grabbing for when you’re a bit more sober…”

[baals-attic]

"I'm far too tired to do anything else right now, anyway." he admitted. He felt like passing out, so getting it up was out of the question. He closed his eyes and his expression became more peaceful while she washed him down. He could have stayed in there forever, relaxing, and the only thing that chased him out was the fact that the water was starting to cool down.

Luna wrapped him up in a fluffy robe after the shower and sat him down to eat. He couldn't get much down but would probably be hungier when he woke up, so she put the left overs in the fridge for later for him before dressing him in some comfy PJs and sending him to bed. He was out like a rock within minutes, only to awaken in the afternoon.

Stretching and yawning, he shuffled out of the room to find her painting in the lounge. He sneaked up behind her slowly and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, surprising her with a scratchy kiss to the neck.

[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

“Certainly not as interesting as your night seems to have been…” She chuckled to herself, taking great care to not be too rough as she cleaned up the various cuts and open wounds that covered Baal’s face and hands. “Did you get hit with a pint glass or something? There’s a mess of glass shards in this cut above your eye..”

The older man merely laughed at her question, shaking his head as he continued to let her tend to him. Luna was far from a doctor, but had picked up the basics over the years; starting to get rather good with a suture needle, thanks to all the practice she’d gotten from her younger, dumber years. 

“Alright hell-raiser, you’re all patched up…now you’re gonna take a bath and let me wash those clothes.” Her voice was firm, but not aggressive; Luna simply knew that Baal was in no state to be doing any rational thinking. He was clearly still a bit intoxicated, and lord only knows how much blood he’d lost though the night. She knew that a bath and something to eat would make him feel much better. “C’mon, I’ve still got some clothes you can wear, and I’ll wash your hair for you.”

[baals-attic]

"I can't remember..." he said with a smile and laughed, "It all happened very quickly. Who would have thought men could be so protective of their girfriends?" he asked. Luna just tutted at him and coaxed him into getting up again, although it was an effort since he had just laid down and he was still intoxicated. He tried not to put all his weight on her as she led him to the bathroom.

He got out of his grimy clothes and into the warm, bubbly, scented bath once Luna had drawn it for him. He got in and sunk into the steam and heat with a low groan.

"You really are a life-saver, Luna." he said gratefully. His beard twitched into a small smile when he felt her lathering his hair and massaging his scalp. He would have thanked her, if he wasn't too proud for it.

[baals-attic]

Whiskey Morning

After a long night of Baal’s usually debauchery, instead of retreating to his attic home, he had made it to the apartment door of a frequent lover early in the morning. A young woman who he wasn’t sure how she put up with him, who was reasonably well adjusted compared to him. He was a bad person with bad habits yet for some reason she continued to treat him so fairly and even took care of him when he needed it most, despite his self destructive behaviour.

He drunkenly banged at her apartment door and leaned against it heavily. “Lunaaaaa…” he groaned, “Let me in…” he pleaded. He was sporting a black eye and a cut lip, having gotten into a fight last night. He hadn’t gone home at all and didn’t want to be alone. If he’d found some bird to spend the night with perhaps he wouldn’t have come crawling to her.

@theedwardscissorhandslover

[theedwardscissorhandslover]

Luna had been up for hours now- unable to get a decent nights sleep with her new upstairs neighbors constantly reeking havoc. Had she not known of said neighbors having three small children, you can be certain that hell would’ve broken loose between them.

The sun had just begun to peak through the windows when a loud banging came from her door; an equally loud and slurred voice accompanying. It was Baal, no doubt drunkenly stumbling to hers for a bit of TLC before he took his leave again. “Hush up, I’m coming!” 

Truth be told, Luna had no idea why she fancied Baal so much. He was loud, unclean, violent, rude, and all around just not the type of person she would have ever expected to associate with. Perhaps she felt she could fix him, or maybe she saw something a bit softer inside him- hell, maybe she just enjoyed having some company from time to time, no matter who the person was. 

“Good god- who’d you kill?” Baal was covered in dried blood, knuckles bruised, lip split and his right eye black and swollen. “Come in darlin’…let’s get you fixed up…”

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"I wish I had," Baal gave Luna a weak smile, wincing slightly because of the pain around his eye. He stumbled into her apartment and was quick to collapse on her couch with a groan. The vagrant had grown much more appreciative of Luna than when they had first met. It wasn't every day one met a woman that even with all his antics would continue to welcome him back and dote on him like a brooding hen. He supposed it was nice to have someone who cared about him even if didn't admit that out loud.

"Thanks, darlin'." He grunted when he felt her dabbing at his wounds with something strong smelling. He winced at the sting and peered at her through his swollen eye and gave her a toothy crooked grin. "How was your night?"

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Whiskey Morning

After a long night of Baal's usually debauchery, instead of retreating to his attic home, he had made it to the apartment door of a frequent lover early in the morning. A young woman who he wasn't sure how she put up with him, who was reasonably well adjusted compared to him. He was a bad person with bad habits yet for some reason she continued to treat him so fairly and even took care of him when he needed it most, despite his self destructive behaviour.

He drunkenly banged at her apartment door and leaned against it heavily. "Lunaaaaa..." he groaned, "Let me in..." he pleaded. He was sporting a black eye and a cut lip, having gotten into a fight last night. He hadn't gone home at all and didn't want to be alone. If he'd found some bird to spend the night with perhaps he wouldn't have come crawling to her.

@theedwardscissorhandslover

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Politely bowing out of our thread @baals-attic  due to conflict, I am sure you do not care so I will expect no response.

[baals-attic]

Thanks for actually alerting me instead of just going silent :) Unlike some people.

[baals-attic]

A handful of people who ignored me for months are suddenly re-following me or replying to old threads and it’s just a little.... hmmmmmmm :)

No thanks. You can’t just come back into my life like that and pretend nothing happened. If you have an explanation you’re welcome to come and talk to me.

It’s just a little funny that this is happening after a certain someone left the community.

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Halloween themed starters !

❛ was that someone knocking? its not time for trick or treaters yet. ❜

❛ how can you watch movies like this? ❜

❛ stop predicting what’s going to happen next! you’re taking all the fun out of it. ❜

❛ you have to get real candy. we can’t be known as the house that handed out licorice. ❜

❛ if you scare me one more time, you’re going to end up getting hit. ❜

❛ you call that a costume? ❜

❛ it smells like a pumpkin threw up in here. ❜

❛ i brought a ouija board! ❜

❛ i don’t mess with spirits. ❜

❛ you’re just being paranoid. ❜

❛ can you go in first? i hate being the lead for haunted houses. ❜

❛ do you save all your black clothes just for fall? ❜

❛ i hate halloween. ❜

❛ halloween parties are only good for two things: dressing in lingerie and getting really, really drunk. ❜

❛ did you really eat all the candy? that was for the trick or treaters. ❜

❛ i feel like we’re being watched. ❜

❛ are you sure this place is abandoned? ❜

❛ we really shouldn’t be here. ❜

❛ why is everyone in horror movies stupid? ❜

❛ do not go in there, you’re going to get murdered! ❜

❛ i’m no expert, but usually there’s signs saying ‘do not enter’ for a good reason. ❜

❛ i’m not scared. ❜

❛ can’t we just sit on the couch, cuddle, watch scary movies, and eat halloween candy until we puke? ❜

❛ aren’t you a bit old to be trick or treating? ❜