Askin' for trouble.

Name's Duncan Cully. I fix and race bikes, fight for extra cash, and do what I gotta do. I try not to over analyze stuff but that never works. People never work. Whatever. Hit me up or get lost. [OC character, open to all] [Tracking: duncancully]

[enduro-is-life]

[rowan-revelry]

Nazir couldn't tear his eyes away.

Dalewood university was not the kind of place that held space for desperate, fleshbound emotion and the library even less so. Imposing brick, marble statues, the scent of dust and sound of scraping chairs.

And moreover, Nazir had made a vow of chastity, ages ago. More moreover, he was meant to marry a girl. A Persian girl, preferably, but Arab might do. Someone who spoke the language, who knew how to drink tea the right way.

Not a boy, and definitely not a boy with a new bruise for every day of the week.

Nazir had been attending his theology program for maybe a month. It had been a warm autumn were summer refused to release its hold, trees drying up and dying faster than ever, grounds littered with leaves. He wanted it to get cold already. Cold enough for him to get his bearings and care about the Old Testament.

Instead, he got up and approached, burning with a useless need to at least be seen, recognised, named.

"Hey," he said with an easy confidence he didn't feel, approaching the grand oakwood table where the other was sat. "You know, if you fall asleep here the librarians come over and shake you awake. Trust me, been there done that."

for @duncancully

[duncancully]

A large and fully stocked library decorated with statues, art, and framed historic figures, and outfitted with enough knowledge to last a lifetime—it was something most people would find remarkable. Not Duncan.

What was remarkable was how he managed to stay afloat during his time at Dalewood. It took a lot of pressuring the administrative staff and fluffing up a few things in his application package, but where there's a will (and enough luck), there's a way.

He sat slouched over at a table near the corner, where a long bookshelf blocked the front desk's view of him. His backpack, containing several textbooks and a notebook with the front nearly torn off, sat on the floor against his leg.

Duncan had been up all night. He should have been studying, and he did—for a little bit—before he grew bored and decided to make his own fun with a few friends. His eyes grew heavy, and he gave into the need to sleep, but only for a few moments, before a voice woke him.

"Huh?" Duncan blinked his bloodshot eyes a bunch. He looked up at the guy, and then relaxed a little. He thought he was going to get scolded again by a professor, but it seemed like this visitor came in peace. "Oh, uh....thanks," he said, running his hand through the messy brown hair on his head. "I didn't even get the book open before I fell asleep this time. I dunno how you smart people do it."

[duncancully]

|| Finally settled on a new profile pic. Howdy everyone ||

[gothamite-firefighter-rr-deacti]

Open RP!!

(ooc // tw. for blood and bruising)

Riley came home later than they usually would've been after a shift. Their shift ended almost an hour ago and Riley had only come home now. They tried to sneak through the apartment building as quietly as possible, it was the middle of the night and Riley wasn't looking to wake anyone up.

Riley tried not to slam their apartment door shut when they finally got up there, but they were angry, and adrenaline-filled, so being quiet wasn't exactly their strong suit right now.

Riley had a bloody nose and a forming bruise on the side of their jaw. And then there was blood on their knuckles, but that wasn't there. Other than that, Riley was still soot-covered, still in uniform, and their hair was up in a ponytail that it usually was never in.

[duncancully]

Duncan was half asleep on the couch. He hadn't made much of an effort to get to know his new roommate, but tried to do his part to keep the place clean. It had been a long night, but thankfully he had it off work and spent the last few hours watching TV and drinking whiskey. He sluggishly looked at the door when he heard someone come in.

"Damn," he said with a smirk, looking a little surprised. "You look like shit."

[peterfromtexas-deactivated20250]

Until next time

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[valtsv]

"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease

[gearimages]

#1248 - 'Square Root'

[chthoniclament]

duncancully​:

He stared down at the ground as he tried to catch his breath. How could he have been so stupid? Well, maybe that wasn’t too far-fetched of a question.

“He came at me, alright?” Duncan wiped his sweaty palms off on the front of his pants. His pockets bulged, appearing full with something. “The hell am I s'posed to do when a rich piece of shit comes at me like that?”

Aislinn looked at him eyebrows furrowing slightly when he stared down at the floor. She pushed her hair from her face and rose an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah I get that.” Better than most probably. She looked him up and down eyebrow raising slightly. “Duncan what’s in your pockets?” She asked arms folding over her chest as she studied him. 

[duncancully]

"It's, uh..." he trailed off. His mind was a blur amidst all the running and sweating. "I, uh..." he just couldn't think fast enough. "Here." He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a wad of cash. He held it out to her. "Take it. I don't know what to do with it all. Shit hit the fan."

[insomniacs-rps]

"I said get out of my WAY!"

"Duncan! I am not letting you get in a fight just because you want to hit something!" Orion hissed as he kept himself between his boyfriend and the man he was trying to hit.

[duncancully]

It's like he didn't have a choice. It's like he'd lost control of his body and his mind, and he was on some sort of berserk autopilot. He jammed his shoulder into Orion's, shoving him out of the way and marching past him.

"C'mon asshole!" The man yelled at Duncan. He was a little drunk, and maybe Duncan was a little drunk too, but he was in his right mind to know that this son of a bitch took the shit talking too far. "You won't do shi--" His words were cut off as Duncan's fist connected hard with the side of his face.

[insomniacs-rps]

Orion knew that when Duncan got that look in his eye there was no stopping him, but he did his best until he was shoved away and nearly fell on his ass from the force. "For fuck's sake, Duncan!"

He winced when the man swung and knocked the drunk to the floor. "Duncan." He hissed and tried to grab the man's arm again. "Don't waste your energy on a drunk prick, let's go."

[duncancully]

His fist connected with the man's face again. He couldn't hear Orion at first. He couldn't hear anything.

"Say something else, you little bitch," Duncan snarled down at the man who he was now straddled on top of. The man reached up his hands and grasped at Duncan, trying to make him stop, but Duncan swatted his hands away and delivered another punch to the man's face. "Talk some more shit about my mom," he dared.

[insomniacs-rps]

Orion threw his hands in the air when he felt like giving up, turning away and taking two steps before he spun back around and grabbed Duncan by the collar of his shirt so it started to choke him and he had no choice but to get off the man. "I can't take you anywhere."

He continued to pull the man until they were out of the bar, finally releasing his collar and shoving him toward his bike. "Come on, let's go before you get charged and end up in jail again you dickhead."

[duncancully]

Duncan spat out a gagging noise as the fabric of his shirt clung tightly against his throat. He regained his balance and his breath. The man was nearly unconscious on the ground and he knew that if he lingered for much longer, he'd end up behind bars.

"Let's go," he said, as if it was suddenly the first mention of walking away from the whole situation. "Let's just go home." As he turned, he leaned heavily to one side and slammed into the nearby wall. He steadied himself, or tried to, and started down the sidewalk. He did not look back at the bloodied, beaten man he left behind.

[duncancully]

“Why don’t you go bat your eyelashes at someone else?”

"Tsch..." Duncan scoffed. "I ain't doin' nothin'." He looked back and forth nervously for half a second. "I was just askin' what bar you'd recommend. Is all."

[duncancully]

Duncan watched him take a sip and regret it. He smirked. "Careful now," he said, lifting a glass of his own to his lips and shooting back all of its contents. His had an extra shot in his own, per the usual. He let out a satisfying "Ah" and set the glass on the kitchen counter.

"I'm letting you crash here while your place is gettin' fixed up, so you can't waste good whiskey." Duncan wasn't the best influence, naturally, and only made his guest's drink with half a shot. It was responsible...ish. Right?

[rcdiostcrs]

asph deleted the video. no need to have his adverse reaction immortalized. "this is considered good?" as soon as the words left his mouth, asph regretted it, a common theme it appeared. nonetheless, he continued taking small sips of the half-shot. "thanks for letting me crash. even if i can't handle whiskey." a genuine smile was given. sure, duncan may be considered a bad influence, but asph enjoyed his company anyway.

[duncancully]

"Hm," he nodded. "Don't mention it." It was unusual for him to have guests at all, so he wasn't quite sure how to make them comfortable...besides alcohol, that is. "Asph, right?" He watched the brown liquor waterfall down into the glass, filling it halfway.

There wasn't much to Duncan's apartment. It was an undecorated one-bedroom, one-bathroom loft with a kitchen and small living area. There was a couch in the living space, which he put a blanket on for his guest. He didn't have extra blankets, so it was the comforter from his own bed. "You got everything you need?" he asked, taking a sip of his newly poured drink. "...you old enough to be drinkin' that?"

[rcdiostcrs]

character: asph carpenter. unclaimed son of janus. member of the fifth cohort. fandomless verse available. open to: mutuals & non; muses of all genders. connection / plot: open to interpretation; anyone he’d be drinking with / around

“oh gods, what is this?” thumb came off his screen, recording stopping. “seriously, what did you put in that? tastes like how being stabbed feels.”

[duncancully]

Duncan watched him take a sip and regret it. He smirked. "Careful now," he said, lifting a glass of his own to his lips and shooting back all of its contents. His had an extra shot in his own, per the usual. He let out a satisfying "Ah" and set the glass on the kitchen counter.

"I'm letting you crash here while your place is gettin' fixed up, so you can't waste good whiskey." Duncan wasn't the best influence, naturally, and only made his guest's drink with half a shot. It was responsible...ish. Right?

[duncancully]

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!” (From Ryan)

Duncan closed the door quietly, even though he had already been noticed. He didn't look up or flick on the light, but in the moonlight coming in through the small kitchen window, the tears in his shirt and fresh hole in his jeans were visible.

"Late night at..." he trailed off and dropped his keys on the counter. "Uh. Late night at the shop. Workin'."

[chthoniclament]

duncancully​:

With a raised eyebrow, Duncan watched the guy try to stand straight. He reached out his arm and placed a hand on the guy’s shoulder to steady him. “Where’s your place? I think the night’s over for you pal. C'mon,” Duncan sighed. “I’ll get you home.”

Jax swayed slightly looked at Duncan as he placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Uh that way.” He said pointing over his shoulder eyes glassy as he looked at him. “Nah don’t gotta I can make it.” He took a few steps and stumbled nearly falling on his face.

[duncancully]

It was unusual being on the other end of the bottle. However on Duncan's nights of indulgence, he made the journey back home by himself one way or another.

He looked in the direction the guy pointed. Guess that was a start. When he looked back, he noticed him stumbling again and quickly grabbed the back of his collar, catching him before he fell.

"Hey now. None of that." Duncan straightened him out, holding onto his shoulder. "Show me the way to your place, I dunno what 'that way' means." He nodded his head in the direction they were headed. "What's got you so bent outta shape tonight anyways?"

[rpmemegraveyard]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[backoffbub]

"hey. quit hoggin' that."

[duncancully]

The dark liquid sloshed inside the bottle as Duncan tilted it vertically, emptying the rest of the bottle's contents into his mouth and swallowing it down.

"Mm," he grunted. "Relax. Gotta 'nother bottle." He reached into his backpack and pulled out another fifth. It was cheap stuff, but it did what it needed to do. He lazily handed it over to the other guy. "We're here to blow off steam, remember? So drink and relax."