PLEASURE OF TASTE

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aleksis being the type to say let’s rise and grind but no it’s not hustle culture it’s his meat grinder,

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@tewwor​​ said:  “ yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing. give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two. ” ( alya )

“Aw, see? Now that - THAT - is what I like to hear! You’re hired - or not-fired, if you’re already on, on payroll or whatever it is here. Fuck if I care!” Logistics isn’t his forté. Money and power, however, is, and you don’t get either by CRYING. Stabbing? Sure! If you don’t get caught. But out here, consequences like fatalities or grievous bodily harm don’t exist. So he’s pleased as punch that finally, FINALLY someone gets it. They may not be sporting his own trademark mask ( that can change, of course! ), but they’ve got the guts at least here to indicate they’re not going to waste his fucking time. “Alright, you know what? How about -- how about this, okay? This uh - this guy, you know, that botched this all - Larry - you stab him, and I’ll double your going rate. It’ll be a two-birds-one-very-big-knife situation, everyone’s happy, the whole 9 yards. Does that sweeten the pot for ya?”

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@valourie​ said: 

She barges into his mansion at like 3 in the afternoon. She's been chain smoking, got a bottle of Fizz in hand, and she's looking to dance! "Charlie called me a fucking square. I want you to turn the music ALL the way up. Right. Now."

A party like his requires WORK, pre-planning and -- DAMN IT ALL if there isn’t an easier way to get these meat grinders in working order without jamming up on inane things like METAL JEWELRY & HAIR. He’s in the process of overseeing such a declog now when Fia breezes in like an angry little raincloud, puffs of sweet tobacco trailing in her wake. He turns, an elbow digging into the side of one of his lackeys until they nearly topple into the grinder in question. 

“Fi, c’mon - I get you’re excited but we’re not star -” Ah, hold on - and what’s this, now? If he were an actual wolf, or perhaps just a dog of some inane and yapping breed, his ears might just perk at that. “The fuck does it matter if freaking Charlie - CHARLIE - of all people thinks you’re a square? C’mon!” 

His fingers snap, once, twice and three times for effect for one of the eternalists to get the fucking music STARTED. Something with punch, and bass, and whatever the fuck else Fia wants to drown out this shit. “Party’s not ‘til sundown but uh - you know what I always say? If it means hitting it to VOLUME 11 so Charlie fucking Montague himself can hear this shit and stew in his loser castle, let’s fucking go!”

[loveofdetail]

concept: aleksis and julianna get in an argument about security protocol and when he realizes he’s losing he just starts going BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

[leneemusing]

prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not. 

AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:  

“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ”

“  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“  i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose.  ”

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ”  

 “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  

“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ”  

“  hey you want me to kill that guy for you?  ”

“  i just need to get this shit done.  and i trust you to help me do that.  ”  

“  you’re hot.  and i’m bored.  ”  

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ”

“  i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing.  or a light beating.  will that cheer you up?  ”

“  i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit.  so you in?  ”

“  yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing.  give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two.  ”

“  i banged it out and now i feel great.  next question.  ”

“  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS: 

“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

“  how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” 

“  you should’ve seen the look on their face.  it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great.  ” 

“  i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going.  ”

“  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ”

“  if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ”

“  you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now.  ”

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ”

“  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”   

“  hey i got something for you look!  ”   *holds up middle finger* 

U MIGHT GET PUNCHED: 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”

“  you can’t solve every problem with your fists.  ”  

“  i’m not here to talk about me.  what the hell is going on with you?  ”

“  you think i don’t notice but i do.  i can tell something’s wrong.  ”   

“  i can see beneath your smile.  ”

“  why won’t you just tell me the truth?  ”

“  what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

“  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ”

[pharmawolf]

interaconteur​//

It had been Charlie’s idea. Or was it Fia’s? Sometimes they roll together in a whirlwind of synapses, grey matter melding, and then who’s idea is irrelevant when they’re one mind. They’d laughed until they cried, chess pieces toppled over and rolling along the carpet. 

(I dare you to ask him that. No, I dare you. Fuck it. We both will. See what he says.)

“That’s - have you ever actually played chess?” Charlie stares at him incredulously. Slowly, he rolls his shoulder, shrugging Dorsey off. “It’s… you have these little pieces, right? And you move them across the board, and the goal is to put the king in check. Obviously the king’s the most important piece on the board, but he’s super weak, so you need to strategically corner him. Usually you - usually it’s the queen you’re using for offense, and to protect the king, but any piece can– Ugh. What I’m saying is, it’s not–”

He stops himself, frowning. Maybe Aleksis is right? Not that Charlie would ever admit that.

“WHATEVER. I’m not a virgin, Aleksis. I don’t know how many times I have to keep fucking explaining this to you. I get that you’re THREATENED by my masculine presence but not all of us have to constantly remind everyone we fuck.” A lightbulb sparks. He quickly derails, eager to steer the train away from revealing too much of his own sexual proclivities to this asshole. “You know what? I think you’re the virgin, seeing how you’re so DESPERATE to convince everyone you’re not.”

“Pfffft. Have I - have I played chess? Please. I CONQUERED it. Then it got too easy, I got bored, so I moved onto some harder shit.” He didn’t care about the game. TOO MANY RULES. Pieces knocked to the floor, and then the board itself flipped. Why? Because he’s better than some dumb game! He can’t be confined by the inane little details and guidelines to beat someone, not like Charlie, who needed those bumper rails in place to try and get ahead of others. Waste of time, and time was money, so Aleksis continued on his merry fucking way. 

“HAH. THREATENED? That’s - now that’s cute. Adorable, even. Look at you, you little -- you little gnome.” He laughs, but something rankles. Desperate? Desperate? Please. He’s a showman, a pathfinder, a leader, sure - and that? That requires walking with a big stick (heh), letting the others know who’s alpha. 

“Look, I’m not here to, to convince you or anyone else about anything. Everything I do here is about making things fun. Keeping people EXCITED. Fucking, dancing, drinking, killing - ALL OF THESE THINGS - I provide. And you know what? They love it. Love it! And they love me for it. All of this, this anger you got pointed at me? I think it’s because you know your game can’t provide the same high I deliver. Can it, Montague?”

[pharmawolf]

last night i tentatively made some verses for this cringey asshole. not that it’s hard bc, rich but morally bankrupt characters are easy to fling into any other verse, but it’s there!

[pharmawolf]

interaconteur​ //

[ AdminCharlie ] That’s what I thought you’d say you stupid fucking furry. [ AdminCharlie ] Just pick Druid. [ AdminCharlie ] You can use Wild Shape to turn into a Dire Wolf. I’m starting us at Level 3 so that should be fine. [ AdminCharlie ] You need a background and then we need to roll your stats [ AdminCharlie ] Actually, here, let me send everything now [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: DDPlayer_CharacterSheet.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: DDPlayer_Handbook.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_Lore.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_Lore_PT2.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_Lore_PT3.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_MAP.png ] [ AdminCharlie ] Should be self explanatory but let me know if you have any questions.

[ALPHAWOLF69] STFU [ALPHAWOLF69] ON ALL LEVELS EXCEPT PHYSICAL I AM A WOFL [ALPHAWOLF69] AND EVEN THEN, I CAN MAKE IT PHSICAL ;) [ALPHAWOLF69] WTF. I DONT EVEN READ MY FUCKING CORP EXPESNES OR MEMOS WHY WOULD I LOOK AT THIS

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@valourie​ asked:  “is  letting  someone  win  in  chess  sapiosexual  bottoming?”  (from Fia) // MEME

“Fia, I am SO glad you’re asking me. This shit, right here? It’s my - no, hey, keep looking over here, my eyeholes are right here - it’s my specialty, okay?” Everything’s his specialty, everything that matters, anyways; but he’s about to take this question, humored and offbeat as it is, and make it so much worse. “Now on the surface, sure, you might think that, but there’s social dynamics at play here, right? It’s not - it’s not bottoming, that’s different. I’ll teach you about the terminology LATER, but right now? It’s actually being submissive to the alpha, the big brain, the head honcho. So you lose a game of chess, and you--” 

But then he pauses, tilts his head; enough so that the cowl seems to droop lopsidedly from the weight of the mask veneer. “Y’know what? This feels like deja vu. Whatever, fuck it! Who the fuck plays chess anyways? That’s the least sexy game you could play!”

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@interaconteur​ asked:  “is  letting  someone  win  in  chess  sapiosexual  bottoming?”  (from Fia) // MEME

“Wouldn’t you like to know, techno boy.” Why the fuck does he want to know, anyways? Ah - that’s right. He recognizes the wealth of information Aleksis is imbued with, practically rolling in like a fucking pool of money. Of course the betas always come crawling to the alpha for a fleck of power and wisdom! HAH. 

“Alright, you know what? You caught me at a good time, so I’ll uh - I’ll humor you, no cost. Consider it my good deed.” A hand brackets Charlie’s shoulder, and he takes a moment to note with disdain the worn and inferior material of his coat. “First: chess is about DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION. You let someone else win, you’re submitting to them, not bottoming. A bottom can still dominate. Now, I get you’re a virgin, but listen, you wanna fix that and you’re gonna have to get the terminology right. ‘Kay? Cool beans. Now why in the fuck do you want to lose, anyways?”

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[ AdminCharlie ] Group Channel is disturbingly quiet. Not that I give a shit, but I just have to make sure you're not dead or whatever. For LPP reasons, obviously.

[ALPHAWOLF69] UNLIEK YOU I DONT CAMP AT A COMPUTER LIEK A NERD [ALPHAWOLF69] IM OUT HERE GUZZLING CANDY N BITCHEZZZZ [ALPHAWOLF69] SUCK MY LPP!!!!

[pharmawolf]

interaconteur​//

[ AdminCharlie ] Ughhhhh she’s playing a human wizard. Named Wenjie. [ AdminCharlie ] Not very original. I had to explain to her that “physicist” isn’t a class in D&D. [ AdminCharlie ] If you want to be a protector I guess we could make you a paladin [ AdminCharlie ] But I don’t know if you have the moral qualifications for that.  [ AdminCharlie ] Paladins are usually GOOD PEOPLE [ AdminCharlie ] And YOU are bitch

[ALPHAWOLF69] INTERESTING DIRECTION... INTERESTING... [ALPHAWOLF69] HELL NO. PALADIN SOUNDS LIKE A NERD [ALPHAWOLF69] I WANNA BE A WOLF [ALPHAWOLF69] THEY GOT WEREWOLVES? IF NOT THEN THEY WILL NOW

[pharmawolf]

i was playing w @interaconteur​ who was julianna and the face i made when i used nexus on some enemies RIGHT as they ran up during the cast and kicked one of them off a cliff...... 

[pharmawolf]

valourie​//

Julesy? Ugh! Coming here was a mistake. She shouldn’t have tagged Colt in Fristad earlier, this night would’ve been better spent at home with a book and security footage of Aleksis in the grinder. The thought of a better night is all that’s preventing her from GAGGING at the clumsy attempt to flirt with her. 

  I mean, that is flirting, right? All that TONGUE talk? Hands on her shoulder? Flexing his bank account at her like it even mattered anymore? None of this mattered. It was all POINTLESS and- Hm. Don’t spiral. Don’t spiral. Don’t. Make it fun. That’s the only way to survive.

  Seat taken at the bar, she took a look at the Serkonan Wine and sighed. “Morleyan Bier is my preferred go-to.” Cork of wine popped, it was lifted and a decent amount of it was drained in a few goes. Clapped back down, she looked up into his eyes- the eyeholes on his mask. So stupid.

    “You want to know why I’m here, Aleksis? It is to get me to loosen up. Being the new chief of security is so stressful, this whole thing with Colt? On an entire island of infinite pleasures, the only place I feel comfortable enough to let my inhibitions go is here. With you. Drinking shitty chocolate beer.” Bottle lifted again, it paused a hair away from her lips, spread into a cheeky smile, painted in gloss and alcohol in tandem. “Sorry. Not shitty. Acquired taste.”

“Morley? Didn’t didn’t chalk you for being the type.” Blood and grit is what they’re known for, and that’s not to say that Julianna doesn’t have that in spades, but she comes off a little more refined. Something like cloves and spiced apples maybe; fuck if he cares, his blood feels too loud, and the moment feels too quiet from the usual punching beats of music and chatter. 

Dorsey’s nose twitches at the sight of drinking straight from the bottle, however. Eugh. A glass is slid towards her ( he tells himself so it lets the wine breathe better ) as he picks through the ice box to see if they had anything Morleyan. Not usually his scene, playing bartender, but the night is still long and Aleksis can make an exception for a fellow Visionary, right? Maybe not Egor, fuck no, but Julianna? Wenjie? Maybe Frank? Sure. Sure, sure, sure.

“Huh. Takes a special type to feel comfortable in a den of wolves.” He drags his beer back towards himself now; the froth thinning, the chocolate sediments sinking towards the bottom of his glass. The pad of his thumb rubs against the handle, as if pacing his thoughts; a nervous tic that a mask can’t hide. “But see, inhibitions, morals: those all get checked at the door. Like I said, everything here? It’s about feeling good, not being good - so do what you want, when you want, how you want. That’s why - with the masks, see? Course you see. My point is it helps to blend in, let those inhibitions run loose, and no one will ever fucking know it’s you. I uh - you could wear one of mine. Not this one, but I keep a collection. Spares, in case you, if you want, or whatever.”

The answer to a question no one asked is yes, he did have masks for everyone. The Visionaries, at least - the only ones in ‘everyone’ that matter for all he cares. Somewhat. Even Colt had one - or he did, before the morning warning from Miss Blake herself. By now, that mask may well have floated all the way over to Fristad Rock by now. 

[pharmawolf]

interaconteur​//

Now Charlie realizes the sentence he had just inadvertently strung together. Dorsey’s interpretation is the last thing he wants. His saving grace is the fact that Aleksis - thankfully - surprisingly? - isn’t actually interested.

“No - NO!” Once again, he shifts out of Aleksis’s grasp to the opposite side of the foyer, where he lands a good three feet from where he’d been aiming and knocks over a standing lamp. Charlie quickly teleports to the other side of the lamp, just narrowly catching it before it hits the floor.

“It’s - uh - it’s–” He’s sweating underneath his thick coat, panting like he’d just run here from Karl’s Bay. “It’s a game I’m designing. Ass Hotel: A Charlie Montague Game. It’s avant-garde. You wouldn’t get it. It has nothing to do with you. Or with the - the coital center. The title - it’s a philosophical reference, you wouldn’t understand.”

He pauses, though, the wheels of his remaining gray matter turning. A terrible realization finally sinks in. “Hold on. No. I’m sorry. You thought I - Charlie FUCKING Montague - the world’s greatest genius - you thought I was hitting on you, and you weren’t interested?”

Aleksis was, perhaps, the last visionary on this island he would lower himself to be with. Not that he was particularly interested in any of these clowns to begin with. They’re nothing compared to Fia. His princess. His goddess. His mistress. His muse. He doesn’t need anyone but her.

But the very principle of it! Is Charlie not attractive? Do people not quiver in the glow of his brilliance? Are they not turned on by his roguish good looks and his giant, throbbing mind?

Not when half of it’s floating in a jar.

“You know what?” Charlie shifts again, up in Dorsey’s stupid little masked face. He pokes a finger at the man’s chest. “Fuck you. You could never have me. You couldn’t handle me. Your puny mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend the ways in which I fuck.”

“The fuck am I supposed to think? You start talking about assplay hotel and I’m supposed to, what, think you’re talking about the weather?” It’s the first moment he’s broken his character, a mere crack in the façade that leaves him floundering. But he’s got to get back into control, something better, sleeker, than the man flitting around his house in a bid to destroy all his lighting. 

What is it about the lighting that sets Charlie off? First the chandelier. Now his lamp. Like a cyclonic moth out for blood, volts, electricity, whatever.

There’s a slight lean-back when Charlie approaches, face to face ( as close as it’ll ever be ), barely noticed in the way his neck tilts back. Beneath the mask, his eyes narrow to slits. It’s all a show of dominance, this posturing, this shitshow, but Aleksis always - always! - comes out on top. 

He shoves Charlie back, before taking a step in a direction he only hopes the generator is at. “It’s fucking. It’s - it’s not rocket science, or bottlenecking someone’s deep audit on your company expenditures, or, or, or quantum mechanics. I get it, Charlie, I get that it doesn’t come to you naturally. But that? Fucking? That’s one of the most natural things you can do. Our bodies were built for it, like little machines. But for you, well - I mean, what’s there to comprehend with you? Insert part A into slot B and rinse, lather, repeat, right? BORING.” It’s antagonizing, maybe, but that’s the very nature of Aleksis. There’s a titter of a laugh; reminiscent to a hyena.

“If I wanted you, I would’ve handled you already, Charlie. But I don’t! So stop shitting around, kay?”

[brittsmemes]

INCORRECT  QUOTES  GENERATOR  STARTERS. 

“i  am  going  to  defeat  you  with  the  power  of  friendship!” 

“goodnight  moon,  goodnight  tree.  goodnight  ghosts  only  i  can  see.”

“you  think  i  really  give  a  fuck?  i  can’t  even  read!” 

“you  wanna  see  how  hardcore  i  am?”   *punches  wall*  “…  take  me  to  the  hospital?” 

“if  you  can’t  beat  them,  dress  better  than  them.” 

“i’ve  come  to  a  point  in  my  life  where  i  need  a  stronger  word  than  fuck.” 

“i  identify  as  a  fucking  threat.” 

“so  apparently  the  ‘bad  vibes’  i’ve  been  feeling  are  actually  severe  psychological  distress.” 

“i  was  born  for  politics.  i  have  great  hair  and  i  love  lying.” 

“all  these  ghosts  and  i  still  can’t  find  a  boo. “

“fool  me  once,  i’m  gonna  kill  you.” 

“with  great  power  comes  a  great  need  to  take  a  nap.  wake  me  up  later.” 

“ha!  nice  try,  jackass.  next  time  give  it  your  a  game.” 

“you  seem  familar.  have  i  threatened  you  before?”  

“you’ll  have  a  hard  time  believing  this  because  it  never  happens.  but  i  made  a  mistake.” 

“some  of  you  may  die.  but  that’s  a  sacrifice  i’m  willing  to  make.” 

“you  can  de-escalate  any  situation  by  saying  ‘are  we  about  to  kiss?’” 

“oh  no…  (muse  name)  in  b -  flat.  you’re  disappointed.” 

“my  face  is  on  fire!” 

“i  became  more  evil  if  you’re  curious.” 

“i  slept  for  almost  twelve  hours.  but  i  might  still  be  tired.  let’s  go  for  twelve  more  just  incase.” 

“are  you  okay  with  constructive  criticism?  i  don’t  want  to  sound  mean.” 

“violence  isn’t  the  answer.  violence  is  the  question.  the  answer  is  yes.” 

“three  words,  say  them  and  i’m  yours.” 

“i  have  a  black  belt.  not  in  karate.  it’s  gucci.” 

“in  light  of  what  you  did  for  me,  you  can  hug  me  for  four  to  five  seconds.” 

“why  did  you  draw  a  pentagram  on  the  floor?” 

“i’m  ten  times  funnier  and  sexier  than  you.” 

“you  have  to  acceot  that  swear  words  are  necessary  sometimes.” 

“it’s  dark  in  here.” 

“i  prevented  a  murder  today,  using  the  power  of  self  control.” 

“is  letting  someone  win  in  chess  sapiosexual  bottoming?” 

“don’t  worry,  i  have  a  few  knives  up  my  sleeve.” 

“good  morning.  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you?”