#metalbound

[abbyn0rmlleefahriki]

Ropes and chains excite me.. as do straps, and spandex, and socks, and leather, and lace, and levis, and.. jeez. Such a limited view I’ve set you all up for. All in due time. There’s still snow on the ground and cold in the air here.

[gotasmokeamigo]

@metalbound

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Luis gave the stranger a soft smile, taking the time to take in little things, like stance and mannerisms, like he did with most people. It was a habit to read what he could off of anyone he met. Proud, confident, and sure in his own beliefs. That’s what Luis was reading.

The Spaniard leaned on his cane, taking a very casual stance, all things considered, as he returned Heisenberg’s smile with his own. “As a scientist, I’m quite intrigued. But perhaps distance is best for now, yes?” he suggested. “But I’ve never seen a mutation quite like this in all my studies over the years. You’re quite the interesting fellow.”

The Spaniard paused, realizing how rude he’d been, quickly remedying that with an introduction. “I’m Luis Sera. You are?”

[hallucineugenics-a]

@metalbound​ liked for a one liner starter

“A man with nothing to lose is a dangerous beast indeed. What do you have to lose?”

[walledflower]

@metalbound​  📷 for a starter

                          One of the unheard of perks of being an on call freelancer were the opportunities that came up with different companies -- after the laborious process of showing ones talent and work to them over time that is. This was the expenses paid trips to places his keen eye for photoshoots of the surrounding architecture. This trip was going to be a bit more extended than usual, but Henry was not bothered. It was comfortable enough to call home for now.

His trip into the town was supposed to be a quick trip out to the shops -- just a quick trip out and nothing more for his latest photoshoot... Until his eyes briefly glanced across a shop filled with a fascinating array of metal and antiques off to his side. For a moment, his mind kept forward and walking toward his destination but as the visualization of the items came back into his head he was quick to take a few paces backward and crane his head inside the door.

Well . . . It couldn’t hurt to take one detour. 

Henry peaked inside before slowly making his way inside speaking into the shop ( as if just existing made him a suspicious figure ), “ I  uh ... Was just gonna take a look around. ”

[dilffactory]

@metalbound from [x] because L was kind enough to indulge my rare desire for fluff

Karl’s hair was a disaster. Decades of cutting it himself, probably, with maybe Donna’s help, before things had gotten out of hand between them. Ethan thinks of those long, feminine fingers pressing through the length of the younger lord’s locks, watching them fade from dark brown to ghostly silver shot through with dark strands. The same way Ethan does now, tracing an identical path from scalp, where he applies just the smallest pressure of his short finger nails, all way the down to tip. 

“It’s getting long.” He murmurs, the sound of his voice strange and foreign in the silent golden hours of lazy summer mornings. Soon, he would have to get up for a Zoom call; his world had ended almost three times in the span of as many years, but capitalism could not halt it’s deadly march towards doomed infinity.  Soon, but not yet.

Mornings had been lazy, had always been lazy, even when Ethan had been young enough that he should have rebounded from the unpleasant reality of waking life, but with Karl it had become harder. Work became a nightmare proposition... maybe they wouldn’t need to eat that week, in exchange for twenty more minutes with the taller man pressed into his chest, the smell of masculinity heavy in Ethan’s nose.

Karl certainly did like the fruitier smelling shampoos. 

-- More than that, it was easier to be like this in the hazy space after waking, before Ethan’s bones remembered how to be bones. Despite the fact that they lived together, slept together, knew eachother intimately, Ethan still struggled from time to time with the complexities of affection when it came to Karl. He’d had boyfriends in the past, of course; it had nothing to do with gender. Those boyfriends, however, had not tried to kill Ethan and had not, in turn, killed their oppressors side by side with Ethan.

They had not watched Ethan almost die, they had not held him together with their own hands, covered in blood and whatever other muck there had been.

Those things could leave a mark, physical and emotional. They could make things awkward.

But, now, in the morning, dozy and comfortable and unwilling to put a shirt on and waddle over to his laptop, Ethan knows in his bones there’s no one else he’d rather press his hips against.

“You wanna find somewhere to get it cut today? Maybe, I dunno, styled for once in your life?”

He presses a gentle kiss to the back of Heisenberg’s ear as a punctuation, to lend a tender teasing to his voice.

[storiesungmoved]

@metalbound​ liked for a RE starter and got Ethan

Dealing with the Dimitrescu’s had been a long and grueling battle that Ethan hadn’t even been sure he was going to make it out of alive. He managed to get out of it just barely and he’s injured quite a bit but damn, at least he’s alive.

Rose. He needs to get to Rose. But, he’ll be no good to her in this state. He needs to find shelter and some bandages to tend to his wounds but there’s those....things out there. Making it difficult for him to get anywhere.

What the fuck were those things anyway? At least with the Dimtrescu’s he knew they were fucking vampires, he doesn’t know what the hell those other things are.

Stumbling away from the castle, boots finding uneven ground within the snow, his arm cradles to his side as if to protect the gash on his side from any more damage. There’s a few cuts and bruises along his face, too, he’s sure he looks like hell and this is just the beginning. 

That’s when he notices it. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Someone - or something - is out there. Watching quietly like some goddamn creep.

Part of him wonders if he should keep his head down, be quiet, and keep trekking on but Ethan’s never been any good about two of those three things.

“Hey - asshole! I know you’re out there, show yourself!”

[re-kennedy]

@metalbound​​ | Continued From Here: 

Not Dracula. Very much not Dracula. So much worse…and so much taller. By his guess, he figured that was ‘Lady Supersized Bitch’ and honestly, Leon wasn’t going to come up with a new codename for her. It felt apt. Dead now, thank god. 

“Regular house of horrors.” Leon mutters to himself as he pulls out his communicator and sighs when Hunnigan’s face doesn’t materialize on it. “Really need to invest in better equipment. Why is it I’m always losing service? I need to change service providers.” It’s the jokes, even to himself that helps settle his nerves and he puts the communicator back in his pocket.

These catacombs are a bloody maze. Well, at least he’s got an idea about where to start and what to do. Tall Lady answered to a woman she called ‘Mother Miranda’ and Karl mentioned ‘Mother’ as well. It wasn’t hard to start to put all the pieces together – even if the pieces were crazy. Which coming from him, meant that they were crazy. He sees a grate above his head and sighs, scaling the wall and getting a good grip on it before pushing it to the side and climbing through.

[captainredfields]

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seems   everywhere   he   goes   in   this   shithole   village   there’s   always   someone   lurking   ,   just   waiting   to   take   a   shot   at   him   .   wouldn’t   be   too   different   from   the   last   twenty   some   odd   goddamn   years   on   the   job   .      the   captain   often   wonders   why   the   hell   he   hasn’t   retired   ,   but   there’s   still   too   much   work   to   be   done   .   a   lot   of   it   he   cannot   trust   in   the   hands   of   just   ANYONE   .   

there   is   only   ONE   mission   .      take   out   MOTHER   MIRANDA   .   if   anyone   dares   to   get   in   his   way   then   he   has   authorization   to   dispatch   them   as   well   .      if   only   he’d   opened   his   damn   mouth   from   the   beginning   then   they   might   not   be   in   this   situation   ,   but   there’s   not   shit   he   can   do   about   it   now   .   only   to   move   forward   through   the   LORDS   that   keep   presenting   themselves   .   find   ethan   and   kill   miranda   .   

❝      classified   .      ❞   chris   responds   ,   but   if   he’s   being   met   out   here   then   it   can’t   be   hard   to   determine   why   this   man   is   clad   in   his   tactical   gear   carrying   an   assortment   of   weapons   and   what   he   would   be   up   to   .   this   one   doesn’t   seem   phased   by   the   captain’s   presence   and   he   knows   what   that   usually   means   .   ❝      you   appeared   to   know   i   was   coming   .   answer   the   question   .   ❞