DESPERADO.

danny gaines of tcm, written by scout.

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≺ T4MPERED ≻ an independent, curated as hell take of DANIEL " DANNY" GAINES from gun media's the texas chainsaw massacre game. let's be real, at this point, he's pretty much just an original character written by SCOUT. * icon credit goes to kels.

affiliated with: @lifesver, @fcused, @meatriarch.

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GUIDELINES.

oo1. follow at your own discretion. the material found on this blog may be triggering given the nature of the source material itself. this take on danny is personalized with / by headcanons and extensive plotting. fanon ideas about him may drastically differ from what is portrayed here. respect this. canon itself is utilized as stepping stones for heavy worldbuilding. things may alter and / or adjust.

oo2. i just want to write. no bullshit. i will not entertain disrespect of any sort. you keep your space safe, i intend to do the same.

oo3. multi-everything: verses ( + aus ). para / multi-para. ships with chemistry / plotting. shipping is not my priority or my go-to. if something happens organically ( or you'd like to discuss the potential ), great! otherwise, i'm here to see what shakes out and there's plenty to write that isn't romantic shipping.

personally, i am not comfortable writing with anyone under the age of at least twenty-one given the content that will be dealt with / touched upon.

oo4. discord is available upon request.

oo5. don't pester me for replies, i won't pester you for any. i'd like to keep a very chill, stress-free environment. have fun and write with me. please and thank you.

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it's danny's bday today (: i love my son. happy bday sorry i put u through so much shit

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every so often im hit with massive god i love my blorbo feels and that's it, that's the post

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me vanna white showcasing the dragoon catboy version of my son (:

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when the new old content drops just further prove danny is my son bc no one gave a shit about him ❤️

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i go back and forth about pulling the trigger with changing danny's name to just make him officially and completely my oc, but then i'm like well who care. he's my oc regardless. it's not like gun media put any thought into him at all

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i stole this picrew from kels, but here. me and my son.

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danny's fixer-up truck to me. it's a 1970 model so it's fairly new in that respect, but i imagine it was pretty fucked up in an accident and he was able to buy it as is from the original owner. it's his first purchase for something for himself and it's sort of this project he's been on and off working on. other than his apartment, it's something to his name. something something this guy not wanting to give up on something someone considered junk (: i don't think the paint is nearly this nice / shiny, it's probably looking a little sun-worn and chipped, a little rusted in some spots. i do think he has the goal to paint it eventually, but for now imagine it faded out to a dirty baby blue and even white in some places, has a crack in the windshield. the driver window gives him trouble when it's time to roll it back up again. he wired up the radio in it himself :')

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i was also considering turning harpers blog into a true multi to yap about ghost hunter kiddo there as well as her but im really bad at multis bc i always want solo blogs inevitably for brain organization sake and i already have enough main focus blogs, i would simply drown... but maybe i will do it anyway for yapping space

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@lifesver says, " i need you . " / looks at him with big soft eyes

three words.

three simple words.

but they're not simple. nothing about them is simple.

danny's heart launches itself up into his throat and the instinct to flee feels like needles pinpricking beneath his skin. it's scary. scary in ways he's tried to avoid for as long as he can remember. scary in ways that has him crawling in his skin. scary, but he stays where he is. anchored by those soft eyes. anchored by the sweep of leland's impossibly long lashes. the jut of his lower lip, glistening from where danny had just kissed him seconds prior. there's a rawness in the air that feels tangible, but he's not quite sure where to grab to weather through it. it's overwhelming in all the best ways. all the ways that he's starved himself of for so long. how leland can stand there and look at him the way he is, like he sees bits and pieces of him that danny himself thought were dead and gone or lost or not good enough. leland sees them. but it's more than that. he sees them and he still wants him. still needs him. danny's breath leaves him in a weighted exhale, a chuckle that doesn't quite round out to a full laugh.

"... do you really?" he asks, nose brushing against leland's cheek before he's dipping in to kiss him again. leland's mouth opens for him and danny's obliging in the way he deepens the kiss. hands sweeping up leland's sides, arms winding around his waist to hold him close. he can feel leland's fingertips slip beneath the hem of his shirt and he groans softly into his mouth, nipping at his lip as he pulls away from him. they're moving, as one. both of them with the same thought, even as coherence seems to leave them in fraying ribbons.

need. want. he wants this. them. whatever this terrifying and real thing that's been happening between them.

"i need you, too," danny tells him. voice caught in the break between desire and vulnerability. he doesn't like needing anything. he doesn't like needing anyone. the way he needs leland has less to do with feeling the warmth of their skin press against one another, less to do with how he knows how leland tastes, what he sounds like when he's close. it has more to do with how he makes him feel outside of anything physical.

"need," he kisses him again, "all'a you. did'ja know that?"

knees bump against coffee table, shins knocking into furniture. danny's toeing off his shoes while he unbuttons all of the silly tedious buttons on leland's embroidered shirt. it's pretty. like him. a pastel blue with flowers at the shoulders.

they both had laughed about the rose on the ass of his pants that morning.

"dan," he hears leland start, a soft-set sort of sound that could be encouragement. he's sure it is, with the way leland's fingers abandon the shirt he helps danny take off and curl into danny's hair instead. danny's mouth finds his jaw. he kisses his beauty mark before he trails wet kisses along the sharp line, dipping lower to suck gently at his throat.

"hm?"

one of them whines and the other whimpers.

"i think i might need you more than you need me," danny teases, tongue lapping across the tender skin. a bruise will blossom in a few hours, but for now it's pink, a deepening shade to what already crawls in a blush across leland's cheeks.

objection is writ in the brown of leland's eyes but danny lifts him up before he can say anything. not to discourage him, but to move them to the couch.

it's a flurry of movement. elbows knocking the back of the couch. hair in one another's eyes. danny's arm gets caught in his own shirt, leland's hangs off one shoulder. undressing becomes a task that's filled with more quiet laughter. they both sound hoarse.

when leland finally settles in danny's lap, guiding danny inside, their skin pressed against one another, danny has to take a second to catch his breath. not because of how this feels, though that plays a factor, too. they've slept with one another before, but the light is slating through the open blinds and framing leland in a glow. the tv catching the reflection of both of them caught and tangled in this position. danny rolls his hips, fingers pressing gentle, adoring bruises to leland's thighs as he holds him steady.

his head falls back, mouth open.

murmurs, whispers, words caught in exaltation. danny's grin is a crooked washed out thing in the haze of leland's pleasure. he's beautiful when he lets himself go. when he rests his palms against danny's shoulders and takes the momentum danny starts, rolling into him. their chests pressed against one another, lips catching in a messy kiss, broken up by panting. by moans. by the fervent whisper of one another's names.

they've slept with one another before, but his heart feels like it might explode and he can't find a name for the sensation that starts at his chest and twists and turns and takes root, to spread with a searing warmth across the rest of his body. he has fucking butterflies when leland cups his face and they're there forehead to forehead. danny's hand moving along the sweaty dip of leland's spine, up higher to fist into his hair and keep him right there. close. as close as he can.

adore feels like such a paltry word for what this feels like.

and then he smiles at him, smiles at him and says his name and danny thinks it's over for him.

what a cliche moment to think you've died and this must be heaven.

he almost says it. the thought happens before he can process the meaning.

three simple words.

but they wouldn't be simple either.

love couldn't be this easy, could it?

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when i think about how danny is very rough edges and soft inside and the way he loves when he feels safe to and allows himself to (platonic or romantic) is in the details and the small things and yeah,,

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i have been kind of quiet over here on danny, but Trust the muse and love for him is always there. my inbox is always open for whatever whenever and i'm always available for plotting / yapping (: even if it seems like i'm quiet / slow here. we just vibin'.

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every time i get close to someone i feel like a stray dog trying to live in a house. like i don’t know where to put my body or how loud i’m allowed to be.

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tbh dannys playlist isn't that bad bc yeah it's what he would listen to in a wave my hand sure okay way but it is pretty "generic troubled kid" rock and they sorta always half assed everything to do with him. making him more a stereotype and a cliche than anything else.

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no one: me: removing how he would put in effort to learn otherwise if someone taught him better ways, danny doesn't have much of a skin or hair care routine or anything like that for himself beyond basic hygiene and upkeep BUT i do think he likes to use beard oil and has a tiny bit of a facial hair routine bc he likes his scruff to be on the softer side of scruffy (ur welcome @ his beloveds when he rubs his beard against ur skin) and not patchy gross bristly or itchy. i was also thinking about how a lot of men in the 70s usually rocked the full clean shave or just the mustache and nothing on their chins and im endeared to his approach of just being scrunkly

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thinking so randomly about danny's grandpa sweaters that you know are just so comfy and so warm and sure they have ridiculous patterns / material going on and he has no fashion sense. but those sweaters are nice and cozy and soft and full of love if you think about it. i like to imagine one of the sleeves having the cuff really worn out and frayed or elastic shot so when he does the bunch up the sleeves at his elbow thing, that side just always dangles back down. i think he's got like two of them and then his collection of just regular hoodies and then his few jackets. when his usual jackets match his vibe

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kissing my beautiful friends on the head and ykw, danny is also kissing his beautiful friends on the head. and giving his beloveds a kiss right when the ball drops. (shh ik this gets robbed from them all)

can't believe it's been another year :')