#ft audrey

[familytreegays]

Originally published February 27, 1991

[cykoscandycane]

expression practice w/ audrei 🩵.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

aaah lsoh pics!!! ft. their corpse-flower-inspired audrey ii!!

[havntedhouses]

setting: hellcat's den tagged: @antoinettefms

It had been a long night, it always was at The Hellcat's Den but at least most of the dancers working tonight were ones that Audrey could stand. Technically speaking, she didn't hire anyone that got on her nerves too much but this was a good group...and not just because Toni was one of them although there were some benefits to that. "How's the night been?" Audrey asked, sliding in closer as though the two of them were sharing some kind of secret. "Tips been good?"

[thclastlight]

LOCATION: the hellcat's den FOR: @havntedhouses (audrey)

Sometimes he came by to catch a glimpse of Antoinette. Was it creepy? Maybe. But Vicente had frequented Hellcat's before her, of course, it was how they'd met, so he had a reasonable excuse. It wasn't like there was much entertainment in Helltown, even if he tried to avoid it, by now he'd have run out of things to do. She didn't seem to be here tonight, though, and he was about to finish his drink and leave when he caught sight of Audrey, and he'd be a fool to not at least attempt to mingle. "I know every drink is probably, like, on the house for you," he stated, "but you can put one on my tab, if you're, you know... thirsty?"

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @intcxications!

𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 the type of person to offer comfort to those who needed it, whether it was her best friend or a coworker going through a tough time, she never hesitated to listen and offer encouragement in hopes to help in some kind of way. tonight was no different, she could tell that something happened the second maxwell walked through the door without his wife and she saw the look on his face. the couple were supposed to be celebrating their wedding anniversary this evening and the blonde had been hired to look after their son. noah was already sleeping by now, which wasn't surprising as audrey had his nighttime routine locked down as she'd been caring for him these last six months. now here she was, sitting closely next to the male on the sofa as he told her about tonight's disaster. she hated how his wife treated him, the woman didn't deserve such a great guy like maxwell and she wished he could see that. it was also obvious to her that she was cheating on him but she wasn't going to be the one to tell him about it. she didn't think it was her place. all she could do at this point was to be there for him when he needed it. ❝ i'm so sorry... i can't believe she just walked off like that. did she say where she was going? ❞

[bachelor-buttons]

me and my talking plant that makes me kill people

[antihcroes]

@wylmn liked for a taylor swift lyrical starter!

the last great american dynasty

"she had a marvelous time ruining everything."

[ru-star]

The fact that damn turtle fell at the same time with the beat fucking kills me

Everyone please look at this snapping turtle, walking to the pond outside my house, still groggy from a 6-month nap.

[fduplegacy]

DRAFT I DONT WANT TO LOSE ABOUT THEM MEETING

Adam's POV maybe rewrite this as a hunting trip? a bunny and a crow outside his cabin window or… as an interview with a hobo about what he saw the night leah died

I see them through the window. There’s two girls. One who could’ve passed as a gyaru in another country, with her spiky space buns, bright purple lipstick, pleaded mini skirt and cream puffy jacket, and the other who seemed to be of no remark.

Her clothes hid her well with the night. black jeans and jacket do that. Her hair is a curly mess, also very dark. Could be the light though, the yellowed streetlight gives me the impression that she could be a redhead.

The gyaru snatched something from the other girl’s hand right as it came out of her pocket. A pill bottle? judging by how quickly she downed the contents, I’d guess so. No money passed hands. So it couldn’t be a drug deal.

They’re talking. I can’t hear what about. The gyaru seems to be annoying the other girl. I stand back. The gyaru just pointed in my vague direction, and it could’ve been the light, or my imagination, but I swore the girl in black saw me. If just for a second. Her eyes lingered where I stood, before slowly looking back at the gyaru. She shook her head slolwy, muttering something i couldn’t decipher.

The other girl pleaded with her hands, bending her knees like a child begging for candy at the store. The girl in black sighed deeply, I could hear the annoyance even though a hypothenuse distance of 10 yards, and a wall separated us. To be fair, the gyaru did seem to be incredibly annoying. I sympathized with the girl in black.

Finally, the girls make their way towards the entrance a floor below me. I feel my smile pressed against the thick fabric of my mask. I was about to start hunting on the high hobos here, but a prey I could chase would scratch my itch a thousand times better. The knife in my hand twists as I get a better grip on it. I make my way away from the window, thrilled about the upcoming the chase.

I crouched down to hear their conversation as I walked towards the stairs. I wouldn’t meet them on the first floor, where they had the best odds at escape. No, I’ll make them come to me, I just need to make noise in the right moments.

I heard a loud thud, and then an embarrassed giggle followed by a half-assed apology. A complaint about the most certain presence of rats. A denial of rats being amongst us. One walked by my side as this was said. I looked impassively at the vermin. Too small to be a good prey. 

The voice of reason insisted, explaining that rats carry diseases and with the state of the other’s clothing, it was too big a risk to take. The reply as a high-pitched reassurance that was anything but believable. This voice also claimed to own the place and to have had it seen by a professional exterminator, a remodeling was soon to come, so to not fret. The silence spoke by itself.

By the way they sounded, I guessed that the reasonable voice belonged to the girl in black. I liked her voice. Straightforward, reasonable, deep but distinctly… attractive. She sniffled every now and then. I couldn’t blame her. I hadn’t been wearing my mask upon arriving, the dust was unbearable. So was the humidity. I knew the air in the first floor to be stale and musty. I sympathized with her.

Then it happened. She sneezed. It was quite the strange way to do so as well. A silent intake of breath, followed by the almost imperceptible chhst. Like a kitten. I had heard this before. It was a weird, irreplicable sound. She sneezed again. Now I was almost completely certain of who she was. But I had to make sure.

I stood up and walked into a room. Any room. I made sure to make as much noise as I could.

I heard them go quiet. Then, the distinct tone of the gyaru mumbling something high-pitched about no one messing with her property, then marching steps towards the stairs. Strangely, I didn’t hear any other steps besides those. Maybe the girl in black was even more sensible than I thought and actually left for her own safety. 

I saw the gyaru pass me by, I wasn’t even fully hidden and she could’ve easily seen me had she been paying attention. But she didn’t. They never did. Easy prey is easy because they don’t pay attention. Their surroundings are a mystery to them. They don’t even know where to run when needed. It was satisfying to see their fear, but the chase was always meh.

I wanted a challenge. A real one.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the girl in black coming up the stairs until I saw her. No... I couldn’t hear her steps at all. She was so quiet. She took in her surroundings, eyes narrowed and nose wrapped with her scarf -a guard against the dust?- 

My head tilted. Her build was as familiar as I expected, but I needed to be sure. The more I looked, the more she started to click in my head. Despite the jacket, I could still see her vague shape, and it was as I had hoped.

The nail in the coffin though, was the bandage wrapped around her right hand. One that was undoubtedly familiar to me. How could it not be? My blogger had made a post earlier that week about an incident with hot caramel splashing on her hand. It had prompted me to send a new, better pot for her to use instead of the wretched thing that hurt her... it was yet to arrive, but I had sent it nonetheless.

I slid deeper into my hiding spot, pulling my phone out and going to the blog. I looked at the most recent post from my favorite cooking page. A picture of a drink in a skull shaped glass. I had already seen this as i arrived into town. I had liked and commented already. But I needed to experiment.

_A_9_S_7: Didn’t peg you as an urban explorer

I turned to see her. Right on cue. She stopped… and pulled her phone from her pocket. My heart soared, i took in a sharp breath and observed as her screen illuminated her face. Long lashes, arched brows that sat close to her eyes as her eyes scanned my comment. She blinked in surprise, but instead of commenting back, she locked her screen. I panicked. I wanted to play. And she wasn’t following along.

_A_9_S_7: Does your hand still hurt?

Again, nothing. I was starting to get angry at her.

_A_9_S_7: Don’t ignore me.

Her brow furrowed as she read my new comment. She looked up for a second to try and find me. No dice. I was peeking through a peephole. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her just fine. She responded.

ODDS.HOBBY: ???

I smiled. I felt my phone vibrate as the reply arrived to me.

_A_9_S_7: Did you like the gift I sent you earlier?

I was talking about a card. I had doxxed her blog and email a while ago. I never did anything about it other than just snoop around until about two weeks ago, when I checked in like usual and found a chain of correspondence between her and a funeral home, pertaining the final rites of her mother. Old bitch had finally kicked the bucket. I had sent her a “condolences” card then. The card did say sorry for your loss in the front, but upon being opened, it would pop a balloon full of glitter and confetti, and the song the witch is dead from The Wizard of OZ would start playing. I got notified of its arrival at her house a day prior. I could tell by her eye roll that she knew what I was talking about.

ODDS.HOBBY: It was funny.

I let her wait for a response for a long moment. Mainly because the other girl was in the room next door, and my door was open. She would definitely see me standing there if I wasn’t careful. To my surprise, she just walked deeper into the room she was in, almost tripping on the bathtub there. 

_A_9_S_7: Your friend doesn’t seem to care much about being here despite inviting you… are you sure you’re hanging around the right crowd?

She sighed quietly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she brought out her free hand to text me. ME. my favorite was paying ME attention. No one else.

ODDS.HOBBY: She doesn’t care about you being here either.

_A_9_S_7: she should

_A_9_S_7: as should you

ODDS.HOBBY: why should I?

_A_9_S_7: I might try something

ODDS.HOBBY: Really?

ODDS.HOBBY: Like what?

I stood still for a moment, wondering if I really was ready to meet her face to face. She sighed in annoyance as she looked around and found nothing.

I gave her too much credit, I was so close to her yet she didn't see me. I took long, quiet strides towards her as she turned back to the stairs. I stepped on something that creaked. She didn't stop, but I could see how she tensed up. It made my heart skip as I was right behind her... just a stretch of my arm and...

I was touching her. She was real. No longer inside my phone but REAL, and right in front of me. I hooked my finger on the loop of her jeans and spun her around to meet my face-er, chest. By god she was short. Or rather, I am tall.

Her head tilted as she realized she was looking at my clavicle, then she looked up to meet my eyes, thankfully uncovered by my mask so I could take a proper look at her.

I felt dizzy looking straight at her. Her eyes were so deep and big. I couldn't even focus on deciding what color they were from how absorbed I was. My hand left her jeans and went up to pull down her scarf. I wanted to see her full face. I needed to.

I used the tip of my hunting knife to force the thin fabric down, pressing it measuredly against her neck to hold it there. Her cheeks were red from the cold, not too full, yet not hollow. She was young, perhaps my age? Younger, maybe, but not that much. Her lips reminded me of a bow from a statue I had seen on a senior trip to Rome. Actually, her whole face reminded me of a statue. Something out of Bernini's chisels.

What surprised me the most though, was that despite clearly feeling the tip of the blade on her neck, and staring up at me... a stranger whose face is hidden and probably eyes wildly staring back at her... not to mention my left hand had at some point pulled her closer by the waist... not even her breathing had been disturbed.

She was staring back at me with the calmest face I had ever seen on a prey. No fear, no surprise... nothing. A blank expression that if anything, was examining me curiously with those eyes. I could see them carefully shifting around whatever features my mask didn't conceal.

It could've been my imagination... was she getting closer to me? The floor creaked under her as her weight tipped from her heels to the balls of her feet. Her brow furrowed as she looked at me and I could feel the coldness of her hand trailing -without touching- up my chest.

A loud noise broke our moment. Behind me, a couple of doors down.

I looked back instinctively, drawing the knife away from my favorite and towards the sound. Expletives echoed down the hall towards us. High-pitched and annoying. A squeak from a rat and scurrying noises.

My favorite sighed through her nose, clearly annoyed and I felt her hand forming a fist on my chest before punching me with the side of it, pushing me away from her.

By the time I had turned to see her again, she was gone.

No noise. No indication as to where she walked away to.

I smiled and laughed silently at this. I didn't even perceive her leaving. Her body's warmth still wasn't chased away from me.

This was my good chase. She was the perfect pray. A predator going after a hunter . This was gonna be fun.

But before that... I had an annoying gyaru to get rid of. Then our chase would begin.

[leechloach]

Laying on him

[familytreegays]

Originally published February 26, 1991

[sangelune]

fantasy, names, sexting for ghoap! 09 or 22 ghost or both :)

fantasy  —  do  they  have  any  sexual  fantasies  they'd  like  to  try  out?  have  they  ever  gotten  to  act  on  a  sexual  fantasy?

soap. the  predator  &  prey  scenario.  soap  wants  to  put  in  the  prey  position.  picking  somewhere  like  a  forest  or  industrial  park  type  of  setting.  a  few  outlined  rules  between  the  parties  -  and  then  off  he  goes.  he  wants  the  thrill  of  the  manhunt,  the  desire  to  survive  and  win,  the  primal  fear  of  someone  hunting  him  down,  following  his  every  move.  the  promise  of  if  he's  caught  then  engaging  in  the  fight.  the  clawing,  biting  -  drawing  blood.  and  finally  -  submission.  pinned  down,  driven  to  new  heights  of  pleasure.  nothing  but  pure  adrenaline  high. 

22  ghost. walking  in  on  his  partner  masturbating  and  being  invited  to  rail  them  when  they  see  him.  whether  he's  trying  to  be  discreet  about  watching  or  not.  a  partner  who  knows  when  his  eyes  are  on  them,  who  puts  on  a  show,  then  invites  him  in  to  take  whatever  the  hell  he  pleases. 

09  ghost.  also  predator  &  prey  scenario.  though  there's  also  a  part  of  him  that  really  just  wants  someone  domineering  to  corner  him,  obsess  over  him,  and  then  use  him  to  his  limits.  he  wants  to  pass  out,  wake  up,  and  have  it  continue  because  he's  desired  that  badly. 

names  —  do  they  like  being  called  names  in  the  bedroom?  if  so,  what  kind  of  names?  are  they  pet  names  or  are  they  names  to  appeal  to  a  praise/humiliation  kink?  do  they  like  calling  their  partner(s)  names  in  the  bedroom?  do  they  have  a  daddy/mommy  kink?

soap. both  are  a  yes  from  him.  he  uses  terms  such  as  bonnie  or  hen.  sometimes  love  might  pass  his  lips.  he'll  use  personalized  nicknames,  shortened  variants  of  his  partners  name  if  he  genuinely  loves  them.  the  more  he  cares,  the  more  personalized  some  of  them  get.  when  it  comes  to  names  used  on  him,  when  he's  close  with  someone  he  enjoys  feminizing  terms  used  on  him.  baby  girl,  good  girl,  those  are  acceptable.  even  up  to  demeaning  feminization.  it's  only  with  people  he  trusts  -  if  someone  he  doesn't  trust  or  love  starts  it  up,  they'll  be  punched  out.  when  it's  those  he  loves;  calling  out  their  names  is  an  absolute.  it  will  happen,  and  it  will  be  loud.  he  likes  letting  the  world  know  just  who  is  claiming  him.  if  his  partner  has  a  daddy  kink  -  soap  will  indulge  it.  such  terms  on  himself;  he's  a  bit  shy  around. 

22  ghost. doesn't  keen  on  when  names  are  used  on  him.  tends  to  default  to  ‘love’  or  his  partners  name  when  he  actually  has  feelings  for  them.  in  his  one  night  stands  it's  almost  always  demeaning  phrases  and  names.  putting  sarcasm  behind  swee'hear'  and  of  the  like.  demeaning  phrases  also  come  into  play  with  his  partners  he  loves  as  well;  terms  like  slag  will  come  out  when  he's  being  rough.  he'll  call  his  partners  name  most  often  when  he's  teasing  or  when  he's  right  at  the  finish.  when  it  comes  to  the  idea  of  being  called  daddy  -  that  will  only  come  into  play  if  he's  come  around  to  wanting  children  with  his  partner.  otherwise  it  can  and  will  turn  him  right  off. 

09  ghost.  likes  being  called  praise  based  names  the  most.  he  has  to  really  trust  his  partner  and  be  in  the  rough  mood  before  demeaning  terms  are  accepted.  though  once  he's  deep  in  with  a  partner  and  they  can  sense  out  when  he's  in  the  mood  for  it,  demeaning  names  drive  him  up  the  wall.  he's  most  likely  to  use  his  partners  name  as  often  his  mind  will  blank  out  mid  pleasure  and  he'll  become  incoherent  (it's  how  he  likes  it  best  anyway).  if  his  partner  wants  to  be  called  daddy,  he'll  be  inclined.  if  he's  trying  for  a  family  with  his  partner  and  he  knows  it's  a  turn  on  for  them,  he  will  use  it  to  his  advantage.  freely. 

sexting  —  do  they  like  sexting  their  partner(s)?  do  they  ever  send  nudes?  do  they  like  receiving  nudes?  do  they  find  sexting  more  or  less  difficult/fun  than  curating  sexual  experiences  in  real  life?  are  they  any  different  while  sexting  than  they  are  during  real  life  sexual  experiences?

soap.  soap  doesn't  enjoy  sexting  unless  he's  the  one  sending  nudes  or  provocative  photos/videos  to  his  partner.  he  is  by  nature  impatient.  he  hates  being  teased  through  sexting  and  being  unable  to  sink  teeth  into  his  partner.  he  is  a  huge  hypocrite  for  his  enjoyment  of  riling  up  a  partner  using  these  methods.  always  works  out  when  he  can  get  his  partner  hot  and  bothered  and  frustrated  with  him  before  they  physically  get  their  hands  on  him.  he  doesn't  change  at  all  between  sexting  and  the  real  experience;  always  pushes  his  luck  and  boundaries.  it's  just  who  he  is.

22  ghost.  hates  technology  for  the  most  part.  is  not  keen  on  the  sexting  thing.  if  he  has  to  engage  in  it  he  much  prefers  to  call  his  partner  and  get  off  with  them,  hearing  them,  letting  them  hear  him.  he  gets  frustrated  easily  when  sent  sexts  or  nudes.  he's  very  hands  on.  he'd  prefer  the  only  thing  sent  to  him  is  a  question  if  he  wants  to  followed  by  a  time  and  place  if  he  agrees  to  it. 

09  ghost.  despite  the  fact  he  lives  in  technology  -  he's  not  that  keen  on  sexting  himself.  he  might  slip  a  provocative  photo  here  and  there,  but  hardly  ever  a  nude  unless  it's  asked  for  from  him.  what  he  does  like,  however,  are  toys  that  can  be  remotely  controlled  and  a  phone  call  added  alongside  them.  it's  hearing  his  partners  voice,  letting  them  taunt  or  praise  him,  and  control  whatever  toy  they  want  inside  of  him  that  really  gives  him  a  thrill.  he's  a  hell  of  a  lot  less  shy  when  he  doesn't  have  to  be  face  to  face  with  his  partner  and  will  react  more  boldly  more  often  in  these  scenarios.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

from kiko laureano (denizen of skid row / ensemble)

ft. china brickey (audrey):

[havntedhouses]

setting: summer solstice bonfire tagged: carter barlowe ( @thedcrkroom )

Audrey was still wandering around, sunglasses on the bridge of her nose as the sun inched it's way closer to the horizon. Sunset would be on them soon enough and she had to imagine whatever wild shit was going to happen tonight would happen then. And while she had to assume that, she did actually know that her husband was here somewhere and she wasn't exactly trying to find him just yet. Who she did find was Carter. "Look who it is...shouldn't be surprised to find you here but I'm pretty sure you didn't finish your job today."

[missautumn]

for @uncontrolledhavoc ;; continued from HERE

Her relationship with Callahan had had its good moments, he probably had been the first person she actually and truthfully fell in love with but as she had just stated, had been too young to treat the relationship well; Audrey preferred going out, parties, and enjoyed way too much being admired by others and she had the misconception that showing her feelings was for weak women; turned out acting detached was not for the better. She was older now, she still dressed up nicely, what other people would called overdress, but she was less vain and more in touch with her feelings. Otherwise, the brunette would have thrown a drama scene when Callahan turned up as her date tonight and left the place. Oh, how times had changed. Besides, it was a bit of a relief to hear from her ex-boyfriend that their break-up hadn't been solely her fault. "Well, look at that. It only took us around a decade to clear that up." She teased, then smiled at the compliment and nodded. "Why, thank you. And I've been good. Great. Things are really looking up. I ran a beauty salon now." She shared some of her updates and the one she was the most proud of. "How about you, Cal? What you've been up to these years?"