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[justbeingknife]

[ Wow, Timothy Doppelman. Totally impatient and yet apparently, a man of taste.

Tim's actions had left Majima slightly mussed; with that soft fur, well-defined muscle, and shirt hanging off his shoulders, he really did look like he ought to be on the cover of one of those werewolf bodice-rippers. Majima slipped his arms free of the busted shirt, and then kissed his boyfriend again, this time pressing that full expanse of warm wolfman up against the planes of Tim's chest in unmistakable invitation. ]

You make a compellin' point.

[ Aaaand in turn pressing Tim's back up against the couch. As of yet, his hair was still pinned up in a ponytail behind him, and as he leaned forward, alternatively kissing and nipping at his boyfriend's lips. Request: tongue, please. ]

Hey, Tim. Are you an M or an S?

[ Or he could just ask that, that was fine. ]

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[For all that Tim was a big, bulky beefman, he sure was pretty easy for Majima to push around; he let his boyfriend pin him up against the back of the couch with no resistance, his arms sliding around Majima's neck to pull him in. After a few nips to his lips, just shy of being hard enough to split them with those sharp fangs of his, Tim let him have the tongue that he was asking for. Not that he could really ever say no to Majima for very long.]

Hm?

[For a second, he had to figure out what Majima meant by M or S, before it clicked that he meant it in the whole BDSM context. When that realization hit, he felt his cheeks heat up, partly from embarrassment and partly in anticipation of where that kind of question would lead.]

I'm the guy that likes to get tied up and smacked around with a crop, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a little bit of a masochist.

[It could also probably be argued that his terrible decision making was some kind of self-inflicted masochism, but that was a job for a really good therapist.]

[Tim ran his hands over Majima's shoulders, tracing slowly along the sinuous lines of the white snakes.]

What about you? M or S?

[justbeingknife]

[ ooc: whoop ]

ripis in fucking pipis

[pocketspa]

ohhhh i have my ways
also sorry to burst your bubble but the museum keeps fixing itself
ive tried to sue them like 6 times to stop using my likeness without proper liscence and they just refuse so
youre pretty sol but im not


so porn huh

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oh

oh my god

okay great this is happening now i'm just going to go walk into the ocean

my life is a requiem in the key of fuck and my only recourse is to yeet myself into the watery depths from whence i came

i'd say that i'll haunt you when i'm dead but honestly i don't think you'd care about having an audience for anything because you have negative shame, you're like a black hole of anti-shame in which not even light can escape its crushing gravitational pull

oh my god i won't even have peace in death what did i do to deserve this

[pocketspa]

holy fuckin shit dude
this is like six simultaneous mental breakdowns
lets have a sec of chill huh
#1 im not gonna blast this everywhere this is primo knowledge why the hell would i give it away for free
#2 i have questions for you anyway
#3 did jack make you do this or was this your freaky idea of a good time no shame on the latter there

< H.Jack69 >

[thedifferencebetween]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

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jack what the fuck

no seriously what the fuck

do you smell toast

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honestly that makes me even more anxious because now you have like weird porn dirt on me or something!!!!

look okay if something came up on my calendar i just had to do it, it didn't matter what it was so if jack signed me up for porn o'clock i didn't get to argue

i guess it wasn't the worst job because at least i wasn't getting shot at but like do you have any idea how exhausting it is to pretend to be jack for like two straight weeks of filming a porno

[thedifferencebetween]

u kno i dont smell anything

rick pulls this shit w/me every halloween, now im passing on the annoyance

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well okay fine i don't know what a robot stroke feels like

why are you passing the annoyance on to me anyway, pass it back to rick

[thedifferencebetween]

im gonna guess itd feel like an electric storm in my head

bcuz thats not how the chain of annoyance works

u pay it forward, not back

n theres only so many ppl i can send it 2 n NOT interrupt my sex life

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the chain of annoyance is stupid

i was living in a world without spam emails and you ruined it

[thedifferencebetween]

ur only saying that cuz ur on the bottom

think about all the other ways i culd ruin ur day then complain about a dumb email

u doing anything 4 halloween btw?

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jack i am well aware of all the ways you can ruin my day

and uh i'm not sure yet? maybe. but like i'm also lowkey preparing for like the city to catch on fire again because i know this stupid place by now

[thedifferencebetween]

idk sumtimes lately i think u forget

that is the least helpful answer tim. yes or no, cupcake, those r the acceptable answers 2 that question!

[pocketspa]

riiiiiiiight
not that im gonna tell you how to live your life but 'not getting threatened with a gun' as a job requirement is like
a VERY low baseline
like i get it ive worked for some shitty conditions before but why the hell would you sign a contract that also says 'btw we can call on you to be the fuck horse whenever we want'
because uhhhhh
that sure crosses the line from legible contract to abuse rrrright there

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if we’re being really honest here i don’t actually remember signing the contract so who the hell knows what i was thinking

probably something about how much debt i have

but uh according to my contract there’s only a few things that jack can’t tell me to do and being in a porno’s not one of them. he was just too lazy to do it himself or didn’t want to have to touch up so much stuff in post or whatever and anything he doesn’t want to do ends up on my plate

why is this even surprising to you, you’ve spent time with him

[pocketspa]

theres a difference between sleeping with a guy and hanging out with them
just like im p sure theres a difference between 'employer' and 'sex abuser' but sounds like im gonna lose that bet
guess its kind of a situation where you dont have a choice
what else are you gonna do for mad cash right

[Hmmm, this sounds too much like pity, he has to dig himself out of this.]

so why havent you told him to fuck off here when you could probably take his fuckin head off

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it helps that jack's better at remembering to pay me for the pornos than he is for other jobs, so.

[Can't sound too much like you have real feelings, right? Especially not for another person who isn't your twin.]

no one stays dead around here. what do you think jack would do if i took his head off? and that's like a rhetorical question, i know you know what jack does to people who piss him off

[pocketspa]

[If Tim knows Taako feels a little bad for him, he'll expect things. Or he'll know he can get things, or-- well, there's a ton of options here and most of them involve him being manipulated. He can't just let that out, not to just anyone-- really, not to anyone. Just a select few in his inner circle that have died for him over and over. That doesn't change the fact that he does feel kind of bad in this situation, and boy would he like that to stop.]

i mean yeah im not saying literally do it i just like
he doesnt have influence here or whatever
its not like he controls the fucking airlock in a ground city
you dont have to murder the guy im just saying
you could tell him no
pretty sure youre not dependent on him here like you were there

Sometime during Tim's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Kidnapping

[justbeingknife]

Hi, beautiful.





Tim?

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[Well fuck you, Taako, you're aboard this feelings train and you get to ride it to its inevitable destination. Feel that pathos, thot.]

yeah so if jack ever tries to get me to do a freaking porno here, sure, i'll tell him no

point is i didn't have that choice back home because jack owns me in a very uncomfortably literal way

also like i don't know what happens when we finally go home but if i ever tell him to go fuck himself or whatever and he remembers that when we leave? y'know, back in the universe where he literally owns me? yeah not taking that risk

[pocketspa]

[mmmngnggn nooo he didn't ask for this,,,,]

well thats just actively fucked
you have any other attachments to being there because i kinda feel like your best option is to just not ever go back there again
hop into a couple worlds to the left of this one and just not ever touch that shit again
cuz thats some capital y Yikes tier shit right there

Fog time

[justbeingknife]

[ On mornings when the fog rolled in, Majima didn't wake up as he usually did, in human form. This time, the warm press of fur insulated him from the cold, and the big, solid mass of his boyfriend served as his body pillow. His eye closed against the cool air at first, and he burrowed back under the comforter and up against Tim.

One moment. Two. Then, more alert: ]

Tim?