do what feels cool

oh what a golden age what a time of rhyme and reason

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loganmarshall:

“I didn’t mean addicted to this particular fuckin’ drug I just meant an addict in general. You’d still have fucked up that person’s sober run even if it wasn’t with their drug of choice.” Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this angry. It was even more infuriating because he had to try not to be in order to avoid some sort of crazy terrible trip. “No, it’s not fuckin’ funny at all. Start thinkin’ then! A whole helluva lot, preferably. No, I’m not addicted to anything, that was just a goddamn example.” Logan stared at him, stunned almost beyond words at the sheer denseness behind the offer. Finally, he managed to speak. “I don’t know what the hell that is and was there any part of that rant I just gave you that indicated I might want to try some kinda crazy drug thing? ‘Cause the answer’s a big fucking no!” 

He blinks, and really this is not the first time a mortal’s ever yelled at him and honestly he kind of has a right to. “Okay, look. You’re going to start tripping in like... an hour or two, and you’re pretty upset right now, and you have plenty of good reason to be, but we have that long to get you in a good mood so the LSD enhances that instead of turning you into some kind of rage demon. I’ll start with the apology. I’m sorry I let you eat the acid chocolate.” He takes a breath. He has a lot to say on the topic of tripping and drugs in general.

“In order to help, I offer you your choice of any mood enhancing chemical you care to name so that your trip is fun and enjoyable instead of scary and bad. Candyflipping is the drug world name for using ecstasy with acid, which is famous for producing a profoundly fun and happy trip tinged with curiosity about the world and a desire to explore and climb trees and commune with nature and make deep connections with your friends and fun shit like that. Cocaine won’t do much since it reacts on the same neural pathways as acid, so that’s out. There’s always classic alcohol and weed, though, and I’d say meth but if you don’t know much about drugs like hell will I let your first time tripping have anything to do with meth.”

“In addition, I have scalp massagers, flower gardens to walk through, Vick’s rub, mints, gum, feather boas, soft blankets, light toys, squeeze toys, teething toys, paints and construction paper, other craft supplies for if you get creative, strobe lights, black lights, police lights, stop lights, kaleidoscopes and prism glasses, nitrous oxide, and poppers. So... your choice, really.”

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Black Devil Disco Club | Rodrick & Damien

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damien-hunt:

He was stoic, Damien wasn’t a fan of using his dark gifts that way, he found it insulting to ever compel a woman when he truly believed he was capable of seducing his way into sex and murder. Either way what’s done was done and he watched as the woman called Ms. Pruitt laid on the sofa to watch Rodrick cut the the line of coke.

Walking over to the bar, the vampire skipped the wine and poured himself something stronger, a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other as he made his way back to where his companions where. Placing both items on the coffee table, he sat down and snorted a line, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale as he let the drug kick in. Immortality was wonderful like that, he was free to damage his body as much as he wanted without truly suffering the consequences.

“That’s beautiful Prince Charming, really beautiful,” he breathed.

Under normal circumstances, Rodrick would agree with the belief that using this kind of power to get a woman into bed is insulting to the practitioner. But at the core of it, this isn’t actually about trying to seduce a beautiful woman and have a lot of mutual pleasure and have fun getting all cocky about it to yourself later. 

This is about fun, yes, but the root of it is vengeance for people who have likely been injured by snorting dangerous caustic chemicals without their consent. He therefore not only does not care that she had to be turned with powers, part of the fun is actually the turning itself-- forcing her to enjoy this without her consent. 

Rodrick does his own line, and blushes at the comment, standing back to let Candace through. She giggles as she takes it, and he gets a little thrill out of that. “Thank you so much. Now... where shall we start?”

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forgcttenkincaid:

           “There are dead people walking around and it still hurts them when they get scratched. Oh — I’m Ripley.”

“Oh! Wow. That part I didn’t know. I hang out with plants, not ghosts. So ghosts are your thing?”

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Light the Match | Rodrick & Simone

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simone-artois:

Simone let out a giggle at her offer, though she really would enjoy that. She hadn’t been out dancing in a very long time, and she fancied the idea of getting dressed up and going out. “Well I did ballet,” the woman clarified, “But I would love to dance if you’re offering.”

“Ballet is gorgeous! But... yes, I was thinking something a little more modern here. Do you know how to salsa, maybe? Or tango would be fun too.” His eyes light up at that, because dancing is fun foreplay, as is martinis and oysters. 

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secondrightstar:

“I haven’t had a taco in months, man. Now that you mention it though, I really want one.”

“Let’s go get some tacos then! What’re we waiting for?”

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Children of the Trees | Rodrick & Clyde

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clydexvasile:

Clyde nodded his appreciations for the secret of the stash. Fine wine still was something he seemed to be quite fond of—even after all these centuries. “Without the title, come on you’re not much older then me. That one year can’t be excused as a jog in your memory.” Nudging his brother’s shoulder as he took a sip of the drink he was given. “Just living.” He put it simply but those words did whole some sort of undertone. Maybe just not as obvious. “What about you, how are you taking this curfew? Or just forgetting that it’s even in place?”

He laughs a little. “Well, it can’t be the drugs and perpetual drunkenness.” It’s the drugs and perpetual drunkenness. He takes a sip from his wine glass as he listens to how Clyde says that. Just living. Hm. Okay, they’ll get back to that. Rodrick can start if that makes him more comfortable. “God. The curfew. Yeah, honestly, it’s going to take a lot more than a few cops to catch me out after dark but I still hate the very idea of it. I’m probably going to take a few days to go to Monaco, see how Nesta’s doing. They don’t have a damn curfew in Monaco.”

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Children of the Trees | Rodrick & Clyde

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clydexvasile:

Clyde could only follow not too entirely behind his brother, watching his movements as he was guided. “I’ll blame that on you.” He teased, not at all seriously of course. “Won’t hear me refusing. Though, I might be a little nostalgic since I haven’t been to France in quite some time. We should all take a stroll down memory lane when all of us get some time. I can’t remember the last vacation all of us have taken.” Clyde observed, passing a kind smile to the other.

Clyde is so kind and nice, it almost seems sometimes like he can’t be related to them. Disarmed, he starts pouring into a couple of glasses he finds. “I’m not sure we ever have, but then again my memory only goes back so far.” He hands him his glass. “So. How are you these days?” He gives him the Intense Stare, to make sure he knows that he’s serious about listening to him and is not just making small talk.

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Artificial Heart | Rodrick & William

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drwilliamadler:

  Will looked over the paperwork and he nodded a bit making a few notes here or there on it. “ I never make Prognosis based on my first meeting with a client. I normally wait until I have been seeing them for a while before I finally make a decision or diagnose someone with any sort of disorder” He explained with a smile at him.  

“Makes sense. Okay. Then... I suppose I will see you at our next appointment?”

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“If they keep looking at my like that, I’m going to have to rearrange their face.” Apollo muttered, currently standing at the bar as he awaited his drink. He was dressed in a silk suit, one leg crossing the other as he leaned against the counter for support. This is why he didn’t like socializing, hating the feeling of being watched or observed. Stop staring asshole.

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“Hmmm? Oh. I mean, if you want, I can go ask them to kindly put their eyeballs somewhere else before you put them on spikes over your doorway,” he says, looking a little amused. “To be fair to them, you are a very handsome specimen, aren’t you?”

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            “Scratched the tree up pretty good so I figured if we just sat up here and talked to it — maybe they’d feel better about life. Don’t tell me you’re not going to join me up here. Got drinks and snacks.”

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“This... tree is dead,” he says, blinking. “I don’t think it minds you scratching it up. Ah, I’m Rodrick, by the way.”

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“You know, not having a curfew was one of the best things about my childhood. What’s next? Bedtime?”

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“You’re telling me. Half the fun of partying until two is going on a drunk run for tacos, and they’re trying to tell me I can’t go get tacos at two in the morning? Like hell.”

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Children of the Trees | Rodrick & Clyde

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clydexvasile:

“Well, who better to share it with then me? Okay that was a little biased but hey you know I’m good at returning the favor.” Clyde promised, grinning. “So, how have you been brother? Feels like it’s been awhile since we’ve actually chatted.”

“It has indeed been a while,” he says, moving toward a back cupboard closet type of thing that he doesn’t remember ever using personally. He starts unlocking it and opens the door, his eyes widening. “You know, I actually can’t think of anyone better at the moment. Let’s sit down over a glass of.... oooh. This is nice.” He picks up a bottle that looks like it was made in the sixties. It’s a particularly difficult to find vintage of a well known southern French winery. “Fortant grenache rouge?” He shows him. 

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bloodxspice:

“If they have to do extended research on how relationships work and one rouge batch of data fucks up their whole experiment, they kinda deserve it if you ask me.  Besides, how serious can it be when they’re asking dumb shit like ‘who sleeps where’ and whatever,” she rolled her eyes but the fact they were willing to pay so much for test subject meant they were probably a little bit serious.  The red headed vampire didn’t care either way, she just wanted the money.

Rodrick seemed to be hesitant on the idea and she wondered if she’d chosen correctly after all.  Maybe her hunch about him wanting to have fun was wrong.  Or maybe it was something deeper.  Maybe he had a weakness for relationships, even if they were fakes ones.  Maybe he already had a girlfriend Clarice didn’t know about?  She’d never seen him with anyone before, not that she particularly stalked him around town. 

She was about to call the whole thing off when he agreed to it.  “Really?  Okay great,” she smiled.  “We have to go online to fill out the application and they should get back to us in a couple days.  Should be plenty of time to brush up on each other so we can be a ‘proper couple’.”

He nods, and distantly there’s a dullness in his eyes now where they were- just before- sharp and bright. Oooh, this is a new feeling. Isn’t love supposed to be amazing and breathtaking? Well, to be fair, it was absolutely exquisite for about two days before she left. Now he just feels like he wants to curl up in bed and cry.

Well, he’d have to make it through this before he can go home. Hopefully there’s nobody there and he can really let it out. He doesn’t remember ever crying before, actually. This fucking sucks!

“Perfect,” he says, smiling a big fake smile. It’s a new expression to him and he doesn’t pull it off well. “Right. Proper couple. Uh, what’s that involve, again? I don’t think I’ve ever really done that before. I mean, I’ve married Cinderella types who were kind and sweet and needed to get out of their abusive homes, but they always die and I never exactly got attached. Like I was doing it more for them than anything else.”

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Black Devil Disco Club | Rodrick & Damien

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damien-hunt:

The blade was exquisite, the base was laden with precious stones while the metal gleamed against the bone handle. Both Damien and the woman watched as Rodrick chopped the drug into fine powder and the vampire went over to where the woman was as the imp got busy. 

“You’re very lovely,” he told her, “And I’m terribly sorry about this, my friend can be a bit overzealous from time to time, I’m sure you understand.” She looked at Damien curiously before falling into a daze, the vampire put the mortal under his spell just to calm her down before taking off her bindings.

“As much as I do enjoy bondage, I’d like this one to enjoy her last night,” he remarked, glancing to where Rodrick was as the woman got up and walked over to where he was, wrapping her slender arms around her captor and smiling as though she wasn’t in any danger at all.

Rodrick straight up stops chopping the cocaine as soon as he hears what Damien says because that has officially gotten his attention. Then he watches with pure breathless awe and wonder as the vampire puts her under his will. Now that is something Rodrick really wishes he could do. It’s pure evil genius. He straightens up with a crooked little smile that he only gets on his face when he’s looking at Nesta or he’s having a very good time. 

“Well, well, well,” he says slowly, before turning to cut three lines instead of two. “Miss Pruitt, could I interest you in some actually good cocaine?” Now it’s truly the party of the ages and he can relax a bit without her screaming or carrying on or trying to get away. He seriously needs to hit this guy up more often.

And then the possibilities unfold. He wonders what he could do with all kinds of situations. This is a man who is very good at improvising and adding new things to situations he just entered ten seconds ago, which makes him immediately Bad and Interesting, which is high up on the Rodrick Scale Of Cool.

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Children of the Trees | Rodrick & Clyde

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clydexvasile:

Clyde almost shot a ‘as if’ look towards his brother. But instead an amused chuckled left the man’s lips. “Alright, Pinocchio.” A playful tease throwing back at his brother too. “Yeah, need to start hiding our own stash. I can keep a secret if you can. Should get a move on it before they over hear and ruin all our fun.”

He chuckles at that, having a pretty blasé attitude toward jokes aimed at him. It’s fun, especially when it’s his family and he knows that deep down they actually like him. “You know, I have special information that an ex-family servant now residing in Monaco left behind a stash of liquor somewhere in the house. She also gave me the key.” He is talking about Nesta, the woman he’s in love with but he hasn’t actually admitted that to himself yet. He just, you know, calls her all the time to see how she’s doing and used to bring her lunch when she was working in the mayor’s office. Stuff Rodrick normally does for everyone (he doesn’t.)

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loganmarshall:

“You’re damn right you are and it’s not fuckin’ funny, by the way. What if I was an addict who’d been clean for years and had to turn in all my chips and start back at square one ‘cause you can’t warn people about a drugged Toblerone? You think about that for five fuckin’ seconds?” Logan glared. “Oh, good, at least we’ll be trippin’ together, that makes me feel so much better.”

“If you find me someone addicted to LSD, I will give you five hundred thousand dollars,” he says, trying to imagine what kind of person might actually get physically addicted to something as psychologically intense as that particular chemical. Emotionally dependent on it, sure, but addicted? He’s never met anyone who fits the criteria and he’s been alive since before it was invented. “Alright, granted, it’s not funny. Uh, I don’t... tend to think about things a whole lot, so no. Wait, are you addicted to anything? ‘Cause I can give you something that will help you get in a good mood. You ever candyflipped?”

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Children of the Trees | Rodrick & Clyde

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clydexvasile:

“Didn’t peg you for a liar.” Clyde gently teased but nonetheless a grin perched on his lips. “Now that sounds like a brilliant idea. Let’s hope. I wouldn’t doubt our siblings have picked out all the tasteful wine and left all the shitty bottles to us.”

“I would never lie,” he deadpans, because fuck if he doesn’t lie like every single day of his life. “God. You’re right. Well, we’ll just have to see what’s down there and if they haven’t then we’d better pre-emptively do it back.” How their family manages to stay together is absolutely beyond him but he supposes that the family that hates together, stays together. Or something like that.