Caffeine & Cocaine

Currently: NONE Your name is ITCHY, first number of the gang of mobsters known as the FELT, and you are a HUGE DOUCHEBAG. Your duties for the Felt involve various odd jobs, but for the most part you head up operations of smuggling a plethora of drugs and liquor in and out of the city. You're a speedy fucker who's damn good at not getting caught. You also may or may not sample your product from time to time. By which you mean all the time. It's been a while and things have gotten WEIRD AS HELL since your timeline BROKE. Currently you're living in the fracture with what's left of the Felt, but otherwise not much has changed. Dependent roleplay blog for Borgatabent AU universe. Guess who's back bitches.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Just cuz im a crybaby i had to say goodbye to the two muses that made me join Borgatabent on the first place, you both will be greatly missed in Fin’s dumb life, but mostly i’m wishing you nerds the best. You guys deserve the world and see you both on furryland!. Hahaha

[fastestshadeofgreen]

FUCK YOU WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT GAY QAQ

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His gasps are deep and greedy, pulling so much oxygen at once he feels his head spin. But he can breathe, finally he can breathe. The useless scrambling of his feet slipping against the bottom of the tub and trying to kick himself up stops when Die is kind enough to hoist his upper body back above the surface, even if he is hissing and spitting and swatting Itchy’s hands away from where they’re currently trying to find purchase on his neck, it’s still very gracious of him. 

His words are just noises, and he snarls in return, thrashing to land another kick and elbowing Die’s hands away, scratching and kicking, going for the throat, the eyes. The abundance of water makes this whole process considerably more difficult, slipping as soon as he can get his hand around Die’s neck and scratching as he’s once again fought off. His other hand claps around Die’s skin with a slap and he’s finally able to start digging his thumbnail into the hollow of his throat, depressing his trachea enough to make him choke.

[sixpinsdie]

Die doesn’t like this game anymore, not that it was ever fun to begin with. Itchy is thrashing far too wildly, and DROWNING the damn sewer rat was becoming more than a chore worth doing. He recoils with the kick, trying to figure if he wants to pull the soft, fleshy tail up in a defense, or shift it away to defend it instead.

Water splashes everywhere, sloshing out of the bath to splatter the floor, thoroughly soaking the two of them in the fray. Six fends the hands away from his body, when a few wayward scratches come too close to the sensitive slits along his sides.

"Get out or I’m telling Cr—hnk!” The eel gagged as the thumb pressed against his throat, and Die forced himself upright, pushing and leaning against Itchy so that the smaller Felt was bending over backwards with the bathtub’s wall digging into his back. Perhaps if Die was lucky enough, the mouthy little tumor would snap in half over it. Six’s hands, in the mean time, pried at the choking fingers.

[fastestshadeofgreen]

drug drabble

(Apparently tumblr’s going through and posting drafts yikes so here’s one of my drafts I never did anything with tw drug use yolo)

You don’t know when you first noticed you had a problem, but you do remember the moment. You were nodding in and out, hand shaking as you held the blade and cut more powder onto the side of the razor. You were so high already. You had cut yourself off deciding you’d had too much. Ten minutes later you took it out again, adding more bits of crystalline sedative to the glass pipe. It wasn’t even enough. It would never be enough. You did nothing but scoop in bits and smoke them seemingly every two minutes. You couldn't get enough. It wasn't hitting. Finally. The last little scoop did you in and it hits hard. Finally. You’re sent deeper into this feeling. It takes that sharp turn into ‘too high’, where your chest feels hollow, and it feels like your heart will collapse any second. Where you’re mind is…..struggling. Inertia. Vertigo. Whatever it’s called. You nod for several seconds. This feeling is too much. It’s frightening. Your heart pumps a mile a minute. You’re trembling. You need to stop. So you take another hit.

You noticed you had a problem when you realized you wanted this. You needed to. You purposefully pushed yourself as hard as you could, taking more and more and more until you are so fucked up you actually can’t get up. You pack the bowl one more time and before you can lift it the panic attack hits you and you slump deep into your chair, feeling the weight of your own eyelids.

You obsessively pick at yourself. Feeling a burning hollowness in your chest and the feeling of the points of contact between your skin and your clothing. You can’t move well. You feel sedated. You spend several seconds at a time just breathing, before you can move. So you take another hit.

You WANT the danger of it, the absolute limit of obliteration. The maximum level of bliss. To the point where it kind of hurts. It’s so much stimulation. So much of your body dealing with the overload of chemicals. It's the point where your eye dip close and the rush of the swim behind your eyes is punishingly heavy. It's actually nauseating. You want to open your eyes to realign your inner ear with what you can see but your eyes stay shut, your brain gently sending off the command to your muscles but repeatedly being met with silence. It takes many too many moments. It hurts. When you get your eyes open again your vertigo crashes back into alignment. It nearly makes you sick.

It's a dream like state you can barely remember, struggling with the OKAY that's enough and the actual struggle of peeling yourself up and stumbling over to your bed. You hit the mattress hard, and the impact combined with closing your eyes again sends you into fucking space.

You don't want to get high. You don't want to feel good. You want to get fucked up.

You pass out before you can admit to yourself that fine, maybe you might have a problem.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

[fastestshadeofgreen]

hey your boyfriend is gonna suck trace's blood out of his neck with clover, wanna go watch?

.....................................................................................................I mean yeah???

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yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit about me being around well guess what im here to solve the mystery for you guys guess what its because i hate you all thank you for your time

[carmineclock]

Sometimes it’s like I can still hear his voice

[fastestshadeofgreen]

keep telling people im dead so i dont have to talk to them

[carmineclock]

You’re all invited to Itchy’s funeral in three days.

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open bar bring your ladyfriends 

[fouramour]

bold of you to assume the manor isn’t still basically a gay sausagefest.

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bold of you to assume this isn’t the exact reason im so starved for pussy

[fouramour]

bold of you to assume.

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bold

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yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit about me being around well guess what im here to solve the mystery for you guys guess what its because i hate you all thank you for your time

[carmineclock]

Sometimes it’s like I can still hear his voice

[fastestshadeofgreen]

keep telling people im dead so i dont have to talk to them

[carmineclock]

You’re all invited to Itchy’s funeral in three days.

[fastestshadeofgreen]

open bar bring your ladyfriends 

[fouramour]

bold of you to assume the manor isn’t still basically a gay sausagefest.

[fastestshadeofgreen]

bold of you to assume this isn’t the exact reason im so starved for pussy

[fastestshadeofgreen]

yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit about me being around well guess what im here to solve the mystery for you guys guess what its because i hate you all thank you for your time

[carmineclock]

Sometimes it’s like I can still hear his voice

[fastestshadeofgreen]

keep telling people im dead so i dont have to talk to them

[carmineclock]

You’re all invited to Itchy’s funeral in three days.

[fastestshadeofgreen]

open bar bring your ladyfriends 

[fastestshadeofgreen]

lovwerboy replied to your post: yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit...

fuckin hell yeah stick it to the man

yeah sure who the fuck are you

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yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit about me being around well guess what im here to solve the mystery for you guys guess what its because i hate you all thank you for your time

[carmineclock]

Sometimes it’s like I can still hear his voice

[fastestshadeofgreen]

keep telling people im dead so i dont have to talk to them

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yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit about me being around well guess what im here to solve the mystery for you guys guess what its because i hate you all thank you for your time

[fouramour]

[fastestshadeofgreen]

thank you

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yo i heard some bullshit about people talkin shit about me being around well guess what im here to solve the mystery for you guys guess what its because i hate you all thank you for your time

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[art-avery]

tripping while it’s quiet.

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gurgles so much as i hide my face and incoherently squawk because look at myt children????thANK YUOU???F?F?GLKDJAS

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Hide and die in my room?

>Itchy makes the pain staking trek all the way across

the hallway. 

“Bong time biiitch.” Itchy showed up in Die’s room, kicking the door closed behind him with a piece in one hand and a metric brick of the devils marioguangha that was surely taken directly from his last shipment. He makes sure to lock all six of Die’s locks, thankful he’s past a point in their relationship where he has to pick all six of these locks from the other side. That was a pain in the ass.

“I’m already wrecked so first torch is on you pal.” Itchy climbs across the bed handing both items to Die before flopping into his matesprithatesprit’s bed. Time to just lay here forever honestly. 

[sixpinsdie]

Don’t think Die wouldn’t still use all six on Itchy again. He’s a spiteful asshole, nothing stops that wealth.

“When are you not.” Die returns casually, looking up from his computer, then to the door warily. It’s been… quite in the manor, and from the looks of the feed, Snowman wasn’t around. He was still waiting for either one of them to be turned, but he supposed they could bask in the fact they were very much some semblance of normal for now.

“You never finished what you were saying. Not feeling anything or something to that degree.” Die prodded, taking up the piece offered to work on catching up to Itchy.

[fastestshadeofgreen]

“You invite me over just to pick on me wow.” His tone is dissapointed but lackadaisical. A sarcastic silent ‘I see how it is’ lingers after. Nevertheless, Itchy curls up against Die’s leg and fusses to settle somehow that’s comfortable while drinking in the scent of Oliver’s thigh. Listen, he may have just seconds ago been burned and humiliated in a public chat while fighting with this man, but it was once again time for Itchy’s never ending cycle of “I hate you, don’t leave me.”

“I think I’m just bored. Like. My soul is bored. Does that make sense? Hurry the fuck up I need you to get stoned so I got plausible deniability on all vulnerable statements made from here on out you know the rules.”

[fastestshadeofgreen]

apparently snowman and crowbar have been banging too! see happily told us he's a bit above 7 inches ;3c

oohh goood ew its like hearing about your parents having sex 

[fastestshadeofgreen]

Hide and die in my room?

>Itchy makes the pain staking trek all the way across

the hallway. 

“Bong time biiitch.” Itchy showed up in Die’s room, kicking the door closed behind him with a piece in one hand and a metric brick of the devils marioguangha that was surely taken directly from his last shipment. He makes sure to lock all six of Die’s locks, thankful he’s past a point in their relationship where he has to pick all six of these locks from the other side. That was a pain in the ass.

“I’m already wrecked so first torch is on you pal.” Itchy climbs across the bed handing both items to Die before flopping into his matesprithatesprit’s bed. Time to just lay here forever honestly.