"Fancy a game?"

"Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work." ~Judge Holden, Blood Meridian Meet Mr Furlong--a charming, older gentleman immense in both height and girth. He'll greet you with eccentric words and a warm smile, but smiles can be deceiving. The inhuman Prince of Lechery has a thing for games, though only when the stakes are high and the players are steeped in fear and misery. There's plenty to win but even more to lose, and he's got the devil's knack at cards. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {{An Independent RP blog for my creepy and often NSFW OC Mr Furlong. Will happily RP with other OCs and canon characters from any fandom. This blog will often be quite trigger heavy (though I'll try my best to tag them all) mostly due to creepiness, abuse and Furlong's bizarre sexual proclivities towards blood, pain and misery. Check the links for more info!}}

[the-devils-knack]

((I've been feeling really unmotivated for RP lately, it's been feeling like a chore rather than a hobby. I need to take a break or do something to revitalise my dwindling enthusiasm for my own characters.))

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((Finally finding a canon character you think you could play well but they're so weird it's impossible to find a face claim))

[smutxmemes]

Send my muse a kink and they'll rate it based on interest

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

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yééaahh !!!

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inglourious basterds?

[the-devils-knack]

---Is transgression always a necessary prerequisite for punishment? In this world of subjective sin can man not be rightly punished simply for being? One would perhaps posit the theory that from a Judeo-Christian religious perspective all are inherently deserving of punishment as a method of atonement for the original sin, particularly followers of the Old Testament. Food for thought, my children.

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Zoe was pulled to her feet and was breathing heavily. She looked like a complete mess. She groaned sharply when he hit her ribs but at his compliment gave a soft smile. She was in pain but trying her hardest to keep up. Hearing his next words she swallowed but quickly nodded. She liked being able to please him even though she wasn’t sure how much more she could take

[the-devils-knack]

Furlong nodded in kind, smiling whilst he unsheathed and clicked into position one of his smaller and more precise blades. A blade that—today, at least—hadn’t tasted blood.

"You know, my dear," he began whilst running his gloved forefinger down the bare sole of her foot slowly and carefully, "these nerve endings are the most sensitive; it’s a feature passed down—and rather uselessly, might I add—from your primal ancestors to avoid danger."

Furlong laughed—deep, guttural—and withdrew his finger, “of course, this heightens the other tactile sensations too.”

With that, Furlong pressed the tip of the blade into the centre of the sole of Zoe’s foot. He thrusted forward so that the tip penetrated her flesh with a loud squelch, before easing it in further and further until metal chinked against bone. Furlong was ecstatic.

[the-devils-knack]

—-There’s a certain poetry to pain; it’s present in the motions performed by the victim under pain’s duress and the various methods of elicitation enacted by the torturer.

Those who have both experienced and inflicted pain will know intimately that they are very much alike...depending on your position.

[straydemonologist]

They’re a weird pair. It’s pretty great?

[viciouscyclechara-deactivated20]

The streets were vacated, the surrounding buildings quiet with late night slumber, and that was why Vlad nearly jumped a foot upon hearing Furlong’s greeting.

"O-oh God," he stammered, before chuckling and running a hand though his hair as he turned to the owner of the voice. An odd-looking fellow, but nothing he should have nigh jumped out of skin at. "Sorry about that, I didn’t notice you there. Which is rather strange, because my, do you look…" He didn’t know how to proceed with comment without insulting the mans unusual appearance. For all he knew, the taut features of his face were the result of surgery. It would be rude to bring attention to something that wasn’t really his business.

"…Stunning." God, why’d he say that? You called women stunning. You called men handsome or dapper or something else that wasn’t distinctly feminine. "Uh, anyway," he continued, deciding he wouldn’t be able to salvage his mistake. "Vladimir Masters. I was just heading to my apartment, actually. What about you?"

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Vlad seemed flustered, it was a strange, recurring pattern with first meetings. Fear, discomfort, shock. The wonderful trifecta of bad first impressions. Furlong couldn't help but smile, and stood up to address his new acquaintance. Hopefully his he wouldn't find his height too intimidating.

"I'll take stunning, my boy, it's nicer than what I usually receive," he chuckled whilst extending a courteous, gloved hand towards Vlad, "Mr Furlong, though you can just call me Furlong if you prefer. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He turned his head away from Vlad to observe a mangey cat causing a violent ruckus further down the darkened street. He made a mental note to deal with it later, if it hadn't disappeared by the time he and Vlad had parted ways, that is.

"Me? I was just waiting for some company, they drift by oh-so-rarely in these kinds of districts. Mostly bums and degenerates not the kind one would strike up a conversation with…but not you, no, you seem far more respectable. Whereabouts are you stationed?" He asked, smiling and looking down at Vlad politely.

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If you ever want to steal my heart, sing me this song.

If Ever I Would Leave You - from Camelot sung by Robert Goulet

[skinlikebleachedbones-deactivat]

He sighed out and shook his head at the mention of a fee, walking off towards his art room. He was ready to just start painting when he got there, and honestly what was the man planning to expect from him? The most expensive thing he had to his name was a granola bar, and he liked those better than flesh. "You talk of a fee. What do you mean?" He stopped in the intended designated room, eyeing the tall man carefully.

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"The fee is not for price, but for value," Furlong began, never breaking eye contact, "to me, the greatest value lies in entertainment. There's no amount of money or physical objects that are worth a good time, for pleasure is the universal end to the means of every man."

He threw the corpse the ground before rubbing the bloodstained hand across his own face, creating a sanguine handprint on his pale, stony skin. Whatever blood was left was wiped onto white overcoat. Furlong smiled.

"You're a painter, your hands are your means to pleasure…as they are with most lonely individuals," Furlong chuckled, "were I to rip your hands from your sockets, it would bring me no pleasure, but it would deprive you of yours. That's the entertainment, the joy of depriving another of their pleasure. Though really, I'd rather not take the tools of an artist, or at the very least, not without giving them a fair chance to keep them. So I'll give you a choice my dear, new friend, do you choose to play my game? It's all up to you, I won't force you in either direction, dear."

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Iver Johnson Black Powder, 38 Smith and Wesson Short. This is a copy of Smith and Wesson’s Model 4

[the-devils-knack]

Knocks on Furlong's door, soaking wet from the rain. He just hoped the other would answer his door.

He'd won the house earlier that week, and had intended to torch it once he was done. He never expected guests.

"Nate, my boy," Furlong said whilst opening the door, allowing entrance to both the splice and the rain that accompanied him, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

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The reach of the stranger’s hands had him unconsciously leaning back from them and regarding them with mild wariness though when contact was made, he didn’t push them away. That would’ve been rude. Tolerating it for now, he released a slow breath, unwinding some of the tension that settled in his shoulders.

As was urged to turn he gave another curious glance toward the wallet that had been kicked his way then lifted his eyes to their surroundings, taking in the sight that the other spoke of. The mention of the birds reminded him of the bag of bread he held and, briefly distracted from the conversation, he sought out a trash receptacle.

The other’s question brought him right back, though.

"Mm… No. I believe everyone in my family has long passed." After giving it a bit more thought, he finally tugged the watch out of his pocket and rubbed his thumb over the glass. Already it was showing signs of him worrying at it now and then. He could always get another one like it or, even better, have one custom made.

"I have this to wager.” Hooking the watch’s chain over his index finger, he let the weight of the pocket watch rest along the back of his knuckles as he displayed it. A suitable enough distraction tactic and attempt. He had no desire to speak of his family.

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Furlong gathered up the watch in one of his great and powerful hands, giving it a cursory glance and pretending that it had some value to him. He passed it carefully back to Hans and gave a nod of approval with it. This would be useful for the first game, and for the second game…well, that would come later.

"A fine watch, my good man, a fine watch indeed," Furlong said whilst carefully clapping his hand onto Hans' shoulder, hoping to express some kind of bizarre congratulation, "do you use it very often? Or is it, perhaps, a family heirloom?"

He laughed at the thought of it. Man's desire to covet and hoard didn't extend to him, and the concept of these objects passed down through generations seemed like little more than a novelty to him.

"Or is it both? I can say for sure that if I had such a watch, regardless of its age or origin, I would most certainly make it a permanent accessory; an indispensable one at that," Furlong continued, "is that the case for yourself?"

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