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I have officially moved to a main blog! Again, same URL as the old, but for your convenience, here: I am now at http://scxmfxxk.tumblr.com/
I’ll be working on following people back over there, and threads started on this blog will be continued.
I will be creating a new, main blog for Blake. I love writing this scumfuck enough to do that.
It’ll be the same URL, and the old sideblog will be archived. Once it’s set up, I’ll respond to my remaining owes. That’ll likely be later though because my laptop is updating, has been for about 45 minutes now, and is only at 11%. (Fuck Windows 10. Seriously.)
It. Is. Dave’s. Birthday.
Oh is it?
-tosses him his present: a baggie of cocaine.-
Happy birthday, my man. Enjoy.
[Almost caught up with those long due owes; if I weren’t as tired as I am, I’d finish them tonight. Tomorrow/later today I suspect I will, because goddamn this character is fun to write. As of this post I owe a reply to: @rosie-harper, @monstralized, and @nctfree. You’ll all be gotten to soon, sorry for the wait and thank you for your patience! Response times should be improving in the near future.]
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#014
Violent Action Starters || Always Accepting
A terrible move on Theo’s part, the shove only causing Blake to stumble back a step but viewed as a sign of disrespect. The switchblade kept in his pocket was produced, the blade flicked open and locked into place, the other seized and pulled close to him. “I thought you were smarter than this.” The tip of the blade is pressed just under Theo’s right eye. “I ought to carve up that pretty face of yours, but I’ll be nice and give you a chance to apologize. Make it sincere, or I start cutting.”
❛ the world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it. ❜ (starter memes~!)
Light brown, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised in amusement as he sat back in his chair, eyes looking over her form before returning to her face. “Is that how you view what I’m doing? That’s so adorably optimistic. And naïve.” She wasn’t entirely off; the world did give him pain that he turned to gold, but the pain wasn’t his own. The pain was that of the junkies and desperate souls he forced to work for him under threat of torture or death, the gold the earnings brought back to him. Being a mere lieutenant of sorts working under a man far more powerful than himself, he didn’t get to keep all of it, but he kept enough.
“I like it, though. I think I’ll keep you.” And by keep, he meant quite literally. Whatever and whoever he wanted, he took. Would he possess her right that moment? No, a bit of a waiting and hunting game was likely needed, but she'd be his. "What'd you say your name was, again?"
017 | The weapon at hand may have appeared to be only a humble wooden spoon, but in the hand of a latina raised by old-school parents, it was a deadly thing indeed. Angie wagged it threateningly at her boss's contact-- a warning against that smart mouth of his-- even though she was secretly amused. "Enough of that. Do you want a cup of coffee or not?"
Violent Action Starters || Always Accepting
She was lucky for a couple of reasons, one being that she was valuable merchandise and if he were to damage her by lashing out like he would have with anyone else, he’d pay for it with his own blood. The other was that he’d actually come to like Angie, as much as he was capable of liking anyone.
Still, a warning was given: “Don’t even think about hitting me with that.” But it was more for her sake, his temper often difficult for him to control. “I don’t give warnings, so take it seriously when I do. And yes, I’ll have a cup of coffee.”
Slumping back in his chair and letting his legs fall open, a hand rose to cover his mouth as he yawned. This was hour 26 since he’d last slept, not so much insomnia the cause as a number of business related issues all over the damn city to tend to, cocaine helping to keep him going for the majority of it. He’d lost count of how many lines he’d done, and though just one more was desired for this last stop, he knew better than to overdo it. “So. I’ve been hearing good things about your job performance.”
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Gaze drifts to the hand in Blake’s pocket, some comfort found in the subtle sound of the source of his need rattling just inches from him. It makes this exchange seem worth something and he gnaws at his lower lip as that itch grows underneath skin along with nerves and he can feel himself starting to get the shakes and he’s only half listening. A scoff made before finally snapping back into his reality and looking up to meet predatory stare.
A lick to lips and arm swings to scratch at a bicep, picking at the skin as he tries to discern exactly what was being offered to him when all he heard was escort, free and discount. Knowing Blake enough he’s sure he knows what’s being asked of him and eyes narrow as he sincerely thinks it over, because regardless of this scums nature – it’s an offer and it’s not like he has a lot of choices.
❛ Will I get all my earnings too? ❜ Asked to simply test.
The giggling that followed the question of ‘Will I get all my earnings too?’ should have been enough of an answer for Theo, not to mention a sign that perhaps doing business with Blake wasn’t the wisest of ideas. After a good 30 seconds of the almost maniacal noise, a sigh was exhaled as two hands moved to rest against the other’s shoulders. “This is why I like you, that sense of humor. No, Theo. You get 20% of your earnings. The rest goes to me, with a percentage of that going to my boss. Consider it a good bargain; most of the people I’ve recruited owe me money and won’t be receiving a cent.”
One hand lifted from the other’s shoulder to trace his fingertips delicately up alongside Theo’s neck, ending with an almost affectionate caress against his cheek. “20% and free drugs. That’ll be your pay. Maybe a little more than 20% if you really, really work for it. Do me a favor once in a while, that sort of thing.”
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He doesn’t exactly know what fighting – really fighting – would get him, but Gabriel definitely doesn’t want to find out. Blake’s managed to put people under for less, and he’s not about to test just how much the man who has his claws on him likes him. HOWEVER. Try as he may, the reflexive squirming can not be helped.
As much as he wants to decline, the junkie knows that once Blake has made his demands, any means of bartering and negotiations are out the window. You have no chips to play. You’re playing on his terms now, or it’s going out the way he offed that homeless guy on Wilshire.
Deep breath, heavy exhale. Defense mechanism comes to play and all that’s left of that broken boy demeanor are the tear stained cheeks and a ruddied nose. “ Yeah, sure… ” responded blankly through a veil of defeat. Though the offer of keeping the junkie dosed up on company supply has shoulders dropping into an eased stance ( when he should be asking if his dealer would be tallying it all up on a tab for a means to a never ending cycle of debt ).
“ I-It’ll just be a c o u p l e of quick jobs, right? ” He’s coming too from his hazed dissociative state. Cold hands on his face sober Gabriel to his senses, but not his mind — which is currently done in by the heroin lingering in his system. “ A couple of your friends for the weekend, and WE’RE GOOD, right? ” Wrong. “ I can do that. It’d just be like hooking up with someone at the club. Yeah… ” he nods, heavy breaths to ensure that he doesn’t start to second-guess Blake and blow the whole thing over again. “——— Yeah, I can do that... ”
Some day, Gabriel would die by his hand. Blake had dreamt of it for as long as the junkie had held that strange allure to him, the one that made him desire complete ownership. And now, that was just what he had. Gabriel’s death would be eventual, but not too soon. No, when the time was right, it would be something intimate, something up close, something memorable. Murder was too easy for Blake, no matter how creative the death it just held no thrill. With Gabriel, it would be different. Agony for the other, ecstasy for him.
“Gabriel,” he laughed at the question of it being ‘just a couple of quick jobs.’ “It’s going to be a bit more than that. Don’t be so naïve. You owe a lot, and while they are willing to pay a decent amount, it’s going to take more than just a few to earn it all back for me. But don’t be so nervous. You’ll do fine.” Faux reassurance to booster Gabriel’s, the dealer reveling in the fact that there likely never would be any true comfort for the other in the line of work his pet was being forced into. Perhaps one or two of the clients he already had in mind to offer Gabriel’s services to would allow him to watch; they did love an audience, and Blake wanted to be able to witness as much of the other’s misery as he could. A little bit of supervision to make things were going well, punishments doled out if they weren’t (and likely even if they were).
“I’m glad we’ve reached an understanding, and an agreement. I really didn’t want to have to gut you.”
Not yet, anyway.
[The plan had been to play catch up on here today. It’s not going quite as well as I’d intended due to illness. I will do what I can tonight, and then more as able throughout the week.]
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Eyes flash with the verdant flame of FEAR, tears barely glossing over as Gabriel shoots his gaze to Blake. He had never been asked to pull more than a quick hustle here and a quick hustle there in order to placate his dealer enough to grant him another fix. This is asking too much. Still, he knows not to fight back. That would risk some s e r i o u s repercussion that he just can’t afford at the moment. And who else are you going to turn to for some high grade coke and a quick chip? No one. Not with how much you owe.
Hand swipes over messy strands of dark hair that have fallen out of place from the collision. He takes a deep, shaken breath, only to cough in the exhale, throat still recovering from the tight hold Blake’s grip had on it. Another flinch, hips jerking back at the sudden feeling of the forced hand grabbing at his groin. Tears spill enough to wet lashes, and a helpless pout leads features to contort into a pitiful and pleading face. “ I-I can’t do that. ” he forces out an uncomfortable laugh, hand landing over Blake’s in an effort to ease him off his crotch. “ Dude, I thought —— We’re FRIENDS, right? Don’t make me d o this… ” a sniff holding back the dam that wants to overflow from within, “ Blake, you can’t m a k e me do this… ” desperate eyes search for a merciful glint in the man’s dead eyes.
He’s met with nothing.
Oh those tears, those tears, they were worth every penny the junkie owed him, but the other wasn’t getting away that easily. In fact, his fear only thrilled Blake, the possibilities of what he could do with what was now his property thrilling him and putting the briefest spark of life into his eyes.
“Stop fighting me,” he commanded the other, not letting go, wanting to savor the other’s discomfort for as long as he could. “You can, and you will. I have high end clientele, you’ll earn back what you owe in no time.”
Only now did his hand remove itself from Gabriel’s groin, the other spared further manhandling – for the time being, that was. “We are friends, Gabriel,” he said, tone now soft, dishonest in its soothing nature. “That’s why I’m helping you out like this. Most others who’ve owed me this much? They’d be dead. I’m giving you a chance. And it won’t be without perks…you’ll get your drugs, a little extra when you’re doing good, and I’ll make sure your basic needs are met.”
Resting his palms against the other’s cheeks, he wiped away the tears, smiling. “You’re going to do this for me. If you don’t…there’ll be a price to pay for you and for me, and I won’t stand for that to happen. And don’t worry…half of these older men, they get off on pleasuring as much as they do receiving it. You might even enjoy yourself. But you will do this, and if I hear news that you’re not performing as well as you could? We’re going to have some serious problems, and trust me, that’s not how you want this to go.”
The poor helpless fool. If only he knew what the future held for him.
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001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.
