dramamine

hypnovember 8: clothes/uniform

The box for the hood did say "obedience guaranteed..."

hypnovember 7: unaware

"damn, can hypnosis really help with phobias like that? i've been meaning to pierce my ear or something but i hate needles..."
"absolutely! its like a proven thing. would you ever wanna try?"

hypnovember 6: restrained

"the hardest prison to escape from is in your mind."

-probably joe rogan

hypnovember 5: sci-fi/machine

"hey, kenny? can you bring a few waters over to our guest in Pod 6? I don't know this guy's still going..."

hypnovember 4: master & pet

"Ooh, wow, the red wine penne sounds really good..."

hypnovember 3 - sex toy

hr's not gonna like this!!

hypnovember 2: eyes

over the course of 21 grueling days, chuck made a fire from scratch, built a rain-proof shelter, and overcame a lifelong fear of snakes! the production crew radio'ed in to congratulate the hyena for successfully completing his survival challenge, but he sounded a little dazed on the walkie talkie... 

hypnovember 1: sluttification

"Oh, f-fuuuck... is this guy included with the membership?"

smell of success

"you want a hit, runty?"
the wolf-man said, but you could barely hear him over the huffing and snorting and grunting of the creatures around his waist. the one burying its face into the dense mane of his armpit was wearing your friend jay's clothes for some reason. He's all you can smell and it's making you feel faint, almost forgetting to respond. "i got a free arm here if you wanna see what the fuss is about...

"Uh," you open your mouth to say, but you feel a little woozy, and not just from fear--your head is spinny and your cheeks are hot, as if you'd just taken a hit of poppers in a club. it was a totally inappropriately sluttish thing to feel in this situation, and all of a sudden the athletic facility office suddenly felt like it was 100 degrees fahrenheit and--

"And that's all she wrote," Packleader said, closing his heavy bicep over your head. 

smell of success WIP

reeaaally get in there...

troy+rog extras

"keep it together, man, keep it together..."

jump scare

"thats NOT funny, dude!!"

boy toy troy

BigRog666: hey
_futiledevices: hey man! how you doin
_futiledevices: wanna smoke?
_futiledevices: check out this band, you might dig (http://yout..)
_futiledevices: are you going to doug and syndeys thing still?

BigRog666: yah
BigRog666: lets hang out, im omw over :o)
BigRog666: found ur halloween costume lol
(http://halloweenwarehouse.com/21235/halloweensale/slutty/mens/jennif...)
BigRog666: u should wear that :o9 bet u wont

troy's thumb hovered over the BID button on his phone screen for Jennifer's Body Cheerleader Costume (Men's) GREAT VALUE !! HOT !! for a second, face hot from forgetting to breathe. He had almost forgotten about ordering it when it showed up in the mail four days later.

Look, sometimes big guys catch big feelings, okay?? 

jolly roger WIP

nothin like downing two pitchers of haunted pumpkin patch margarita and letting loose around your boys!

jack-o-lion

*bewitched-style winking sound effect*

xenomorph

As the faceplate of his helmet shattered, Campbell knew he'd have to tell the higher-ups at Weyland-Yutani that his attempts to communicate with the specimen had been a failure.

It wasn't news to him; after his first observation with the hulking thing, he put away the sign language flashcards and prime number charts. After months of getting closer and closer to the specimen, the only datapoint the xenobiologist had been able to confirm with absolute clarity was that 561-B wanted to jump his bone, and was getting increasingly aggressive in its efforts to do so. Recently the xenomorph had almost destroyed the foot-thick observation glass, licking and lewdly grinding its long, mean-looking cock into the window.

 He couldn't get the image out of his head.

As the weeks went by, he'd catch himself figuring out scenarios--worst-case, nightmare scenarios--where the local power system failed, and all the observation cams were knocked out, and the safety gates were unlocked... man would that be bad news. One night, weeks before, he patiently waited until Conway and Rossi clocked out for the night and typed a few quick codes into the central power system.

One suspicious power outage later and he was pinned under the aliens bulk, a powerful mass of brute musculature that felt like a living pile of hot, wet tires. 561-B trilled and hissed and drooled in anticipation. Campbell was so hard it almost hurt. "Easy, easy," the scientist panted. He'd have at least four or five hours before the emergency systems could come back on, he made sure of that.

xenomorph inks

"HSSSSsssssssssssssssssSssssssssssshhhhhhshshsshhsssssss...."*

*"Hey good-lookin, you come here often? I'm in this maintenance shaft all the time and i'm sure i would have noticed you..."

scary movie marathon

"and it's safe and everything, right? fuck, i'm so excited..."
"i've done it oodles of times, don't even worry. just gimme a buzz whenever you wanna come back out <3"

facehugger

Aboard the USCSS Cicero, somewhere by Io

Just as he finished clearing the corridor, the lone survivor saw them--the teal lights indicating the lifeboats were nearby.
"There." He tossed the near-empty flamethrower over his shoulder and stood up and waited and strained his ears listening for movement and heard only the low hum of the ship's backup systems waiting to turn back on.

"I made it. I just have to g--Glrrkrh--!?"

the rounds WIP

meet jocker and muzzler! 

trying to do something set in the past and in researching it i found this great glossary of prohibition-era gay slang!

captive audience

"call me crazy," he said, muffled through the gas mask, "but did my cabinet over there just cough?"

captive audience wip

"don't be shy now, son--but i think we got us a little audience..."

a little early halloween posting 🎃🎃🎃

tattoo parlor

robby saw something on facebook about an artist practically giving away quality work--"payment flexible/willing to trade :-)"--and knew he had to message the guy right away. a few flirty DMs later and his suspicions were confirmed: he was definitely about to suck his way into some absolutely menacing (and free!) tattoos...

feeding frenzy

the shark rumbled approvingly as dan came for a fourth time into his maw, swallowing and gulping like a horny pool filter. the stoat's lean body lay limp against the mattress--that fourth one felt like it had taken something extra on the way out, like the shark had just guzzled a little piece of his soul. in the woozy post-nut void, he remembered something a college friend once asked him: 'you ever bust so hard it feels like you knocked somethin loose?"

Dan was beginning to feel dizzy, panting, stars lingering in his eyes--he strained his hearing towards bobby as the big lemon shark asked him something, but he couldnt make it out over the ringing in his ears. "whuh?" "awh, great!" the shark replied, resettling his sandpapery bulk over the stoat's legs. "man, you are somethin else... you're gonna be here awhile." before the stoat could say anything, he felt the shark's mouth gently around his crotch, hoovering dan's junk back into his mouth balls and all.

kiss the ring

marcus had called him in a frazzle, with something about a deadline and a photoshoot and a production assistant who no-called and no-showed. always one to help a friend out of a jam, the calico was more than happy to help load some lights and cables into his truck and head across town. when he got there, he was wowed at the vastness of the studio space, one of those former factory/warehouses converted into a work space with huge vaulted ceilings. marcus was beside himself with gratitude, and insisted that he owed him one since this shoot was huge for his career, working with this big-deal model named Rushik.
the calico had set up a gigantic ringlight setup on a stand in the middle of the white floor when all fourteen feet and seven inches of the talent showed up...

last wave of the summer

let's boogie! (dont forget your zinc!)

gargoyles: brockton

11:21 pm: pregame for cool costume party in sketchy part of town

12:11 am: arrive at costume party rave in old boarded up church, text friend your location

1:46 am: amidst the heat and the noise and the darkness you find yourself dancing with a very tall guy dressed in high production value demon costume (you got yours from party city!)

2:12 am: follow demon costume guy up narrow stairs to the church attic

2:15 am to 5 am: at some point during the festivities, you become fairly sure it's not a costume, and is in fact a real winged demon currently getting to know you in a biblical sense. you see steam rising from his nostrils and his shaggy shoulders, feel hot drool fall on your lower back, hear the diesel truck rumble every time he comes. a strange new paw runs a finger down your cheek and pushes a leathery thumb into your already-open mouth. "fuck yes, another, another" you remember thinking, greedily

7 am: wake up on your own fire escape with a headache, your pants on backwards, and a bottle of water in your jacket pocket with a phone number from "brockton" written on it in sharpie

just the thing

*batteries not included

no life guard on duty

swim at your own risk!

quincy

the first of several boston-based gargoylesonas, including brockton, somerville, southie, etc etc