#inridable

[weirdlookindog]

by Renato Casaro (b. 1935)

The Vampire Lovers (1970) - Italian poster art

[mattybraps10]

I Can See You | Brendan Brisson x Hughes!OC

Summary: Matty and Phoebe bond and the boys take on an intense game of beer pong.

Word Count: 998

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

PART FIVE:

Phoebe leaned into the boy next to her as she finally began the long process of coming to terms with unsaid emotions. Every missed call and tear spilt filled her mind and she began to cry again. Matty had shown her more kindness than Brendan ever had. In that moment she realized something that even yesterday she’d have been surprised about. She didn’t need Brendan to live. Yeah, she missed him sometimes, but she’d made something of herself. She’d made friends, long-lasting connections she never would’ve dreamed of in high school.

Everything Brendan had done to her had led her to this point,

a 19 year old proud of who she was becoming.

After a few minutes, Phoebe pulled herself back together, Matty having sat with his hands on hers the entire time. He had sat and listened to her half-hearted tears, his heart breaking with each earth-shattering sob. Although they had only just met, there was something magnetizing about their connection. A jolt of something connecting them as Matty held her close.

“Mats.” She said, turning to look into his brown eyes.

“Phoebe?” His intense gaze filled with desire.

Phoebe’s gaze flicked to the boy’s lips and darted back up quickly, a sultry action with almost certain consequences.

Matty’s gaze darkened as he tracked the girl in front of him, a smirk forming on his lips. He found his mind wandering as he moved his hand to hold her cheek, angling her face to reflect his. Her eyes found his as he began to lean forward, an electric current pulling them towards each other. Matty felt his eyes fluttering closed.

“Matthew Inrid Beniers, get your ass out here for beer pong we need a fourth!” Luke called from the deck, easing the tension and ruining the moment.

“Ingrid?” Phoebe asked, leaning back laughing.

“That’s not even my middle name, I don’t-” He started, opening his eyes.

“Sure…” She said, standing up and opening the door.

“Hey, I mean if you wanna stay here tonight you can, I know it’s hard with Brendan right now.” He said, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

“I might just take you up on that Beniers.” She said, heading out the door.

Matty found himself hoping that she’d accept his offer. He wandered toward the deck, leaning against the doorframe as he took in the screen unfolding in front of him. Luke and Jack were filling up cups, and Quinn was laughing from behind them as it was clear they were struggling.

“Dude, I think the beer’s supposed to go IN the cup.” Quinn said, doubling over in laughter.

“Thanks for the help Quintin.” Jack snarked, wiping his beer covered hands on his shirt.

“Yeah it’s not our fault someone shook the cans.” Luke added, shaking his head as he grabbed another can.

“Need help?” Matty asked, walking over to them.

“Yeah, thanks Matty.” Jack said, handing him a beer.

The three of them struggled to keep the beers from exploding as they tried to pour them into cups.

“Seriously, how many of you does it take to pour a couple beers?” Phoebe asked, wandering onto the deck in a small black bikini.

“Woah.” Matty said, not hiding the fact that he was checking her out.

“Woah now loverboy that’s our sister.” Luke said, crossing his arms.

“Relax Luke, I know I look good.” Phoebe smirked, wandering over and grabbing a can.

Of course the can she grabbed didn’t explode as she easily poured it into two cups. She grabbed another, gently opening it and pouring it into several more cups. It took her a total of three minutes to fill the remaining six cups.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” She said, standing back and allowing the boys to set up the table.

“Witch!” Jack yelled, pointing to her and laughing.

Phoebe laughed, her face brightening for the first time since Brendan’s temper tantrum. Matty found himself grateful that Luke had invited him, instead of letting him wallow at home alone. His family had opted to do a big vacation across Europe but Matty was tired of constant traveling and wanted nothing more than to stay in one place for a few months. When he’d told Luke about his depressing summer plans, he had immediately suggested that Matty come stay with them for a little bit, hoping to add a little fun into his summer. What Luke had forgotten to mention, however, was that his beautiful younger sister was staying at the house as well. Matty had known that the Hughes brothers had a sister, but the way they spoke about her made him think she was a lot younger than Luke, not just a year behind in school.

“Okay let’s do this!” Luke called, pulling Matty from his thoughts as he finished placing the cups on the table.

“Hell yeah!” Jack said, taking his place next to his younger brother.

“Okay second team, Pheebs you in?” Quinn asked, laughing at his sister’s reluctance.

“Nah you guys play, I’ll watch.” She said, stepping back.

“Oh no way Hughes, you’re on my team.” Matty called, grabbing her arm to bring her closer to the table.

“Fine… But what about Quinn?” Phoebe said, gesturing to her oldest brother.

“I think I’m gonna check on Briss, I haven’t ever seen him like this.” Quinn said, stepping back into the house.

Quinn had always been in tune with emotions, and after growing up with Brendan, he knew when something was really wrong.

Cheers filled Brendan’s ears as he wallowed in Phoebe’s room. The decorated room doing nothing to help his emotions, her evident personality suffocating him. His eyes wandered back to the sunflower, a poetic reminder of his mistakes. He was dumb and 18 and he thought he would rule the world… Little did he know at the time that Phoebe was his world.

“Briss. Hey buddy…” Quinn said, stepping into the room and gently making his way over to his friend.

[wosobronze]

nah mapi and inrid still count but instead of looking like each other they look like the other persons cat 💀

crying because why are you so right😭

[merkabici]

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Características que ofrece el Kinetic Road Machine Smart La razón por la cual, algunos sistemas de entrenamiento son débiles es que son susceptibles de fugas, y esto es causado por que el eje de accionamiento entra en la cámara de fluidos. De tal forma, en Kinetic afirman que los ingenieros han realizado una gran cantidad de avances en el fluido del rodillo; en tal forma, el sistema de transmisión magnético patentando hace uso de un par de poderosos magnetos a ambos lados del muro de separación, por lo cual no hay partes móviles que entren en la cámara de fluido, y por lo tanto reclama una garantía de rendimiento a prueba de fugas. Ahora bien, pude ser complicado la garantía de rendimiento a prueba de fugas, pero la unidad de resistencia se desplaza suavemente, y hace honor a las reclamaciones de Kinetic de generar una sensación muy similar al de montar en carretera. Inclusive, se puede escuchar el gorgoteo del líquido en el entrenador, ya que se calienta y después de algunos minutos la sensación es suave y tranquila. Así, la resistencia es realista y se incrementa a medida que se avanza a través de los cambios. Y si bien se requiere de un esfuerzo constante para mantener la velocidad y la potencia, esto es más evidente cuando se utiliza la aplicación inRide. Montaje y desmontaje de la bicicleta Con relación a la construcción, esta es pesada, robusta, sólida y estable. Detalles que generar la sensación de que te encuentras ante una propuesta muy bien construida. En cuanto al montaje y desmontaje de la bicicleta sobre el entrenador, es una operación sencilla que sólo lleva unos cuantos segundos, después de la instalación inicial. Pero, la configuración inicial implica apretar la perilla de tensión izquierda de tal modo que la rueda trasera se ubique al centro del manillar, y luego apretar el plato de bloqueo izquierdo. Después de eso, sólo se trata de una acción de atornillar la perilla a la tensión adecuada para asegurar la bicicleta, y aflojar la perilla de tensión derecha para liberar la bicicleta. Mientras tanto, el ruido producido es mínimo; y el uso del estante, y su ventaja real, puede proporcionar una mayor estabilidad para todos los esfuerzos. Ahora bien, la característica fundamental del Smart Power Trainer Pack es que otorga al sistema de entrenamiento la capacidad de medir la potencia. Aunque, cada vez que utilizas la aplicación inRide, la potencia debe de ser calibrada. Y esto implica un calentamiento de por lo menos 10 minutos para permitir que el neumático se caliente, y la cámara de fluido se puede ajustar a la temperatura, rodando a 20mph; al final, la aplicación te indica que dejes de pedalear, y como el rodillo va girando menos, se detiene la calibración de la potencia y puedes comenzar a rodar. 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Al apreciar el entrenamiento en una pantalla, desde la aplicación, permite observar una línea gruesa, la cual es la salida de potencia objetiva; además que también se aprecia un gran punto que permite apreciar la salida de potencia en tiempo real, y sólo hay que mantener esa línea gruesa para seguir el entrenamiento. Así, puedes seguir el poder, alentado por el suave pedaleo para proporcionar un nivel de lectura, lo cual será una clara ventaja para cuando tengas que salir a carretera. La aplicación también incluye una serie de ejercicios, entre ellos una para medir la potencia en función del umbral, la medida esencial que basa todas las otras sesiones de entrenamiento basadas en poder. Pero si hay una crítica en la aplicación, y esta se presenta en una errática medición de la cadencia; así, las lecturas a menudo se mueven en relación a una variación de cinco, lo cual puede ser realmente molesto si sigues un entrenamiento basado en la cadencia, lo que produce lecturas incorrectas. 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[vaccerelli]

Pill The Consumer went up in a jolly big roar of fire and steel and you heard the dogs barking along with it. There went the things that made memories fade back underneath the proper rage of it all. Razor Prime, your second in command, pounds the wheel of the murderous continental, drunk on the promise of inevitable night sweats and convulsions. Wired all wrong, the Prime is, but good scuffle like, real good gun go bang like. Never handles a razor, though. Something from his childhood, he says. Means before the clouds and sea and sky came and went and the fire was everywhere. Who knows what inriders call it now. Out on the ruined verge, we call it the last war.

It’s still going. I’m the captain. Redemptorius Scar. I took it after the blood rebirth. And the scarring. Been fighting in the war ever since.

The Chaos Saw is ours — big war desert train. Gunships left and right. Corsairs on their grinding, vibrating hover jets, bouncing off the sand. Verge boy splatter. Real blood money. Fucking oil slicks mad with corpses. Games of abominations. Us too We’re the Lost Hybrids. We bleed oil and blood together. Part metal. Scarred pure with our machines.

Another run through the blood gulch just outside one of the ammunition canyons. Hidden in the mines beneath the gulch are squib-bikes, hive-jets, pitiful three-wheel railgun tanks — measly parts. Poor eating. Meat spoiled by time in the caves, closer to the rot. Hybrid parts. Still a man’s stomach.

The convoy draws down the ammunition canyon together, tight in formation, wind shrieking past. Collection sails beneath the corsairs catch a rhythm and begin to collect the elements to make gunpowder. Conversion tools in the belly of the corsair will immediately synthesize gunpowder, automanufacture bullets. Big risk, ammunition canyon. But necessary. Squib-bike jumps early. I call to Imperilious Hound, who opens fire. The squib-bike detonates in mid-air before his round draw near, red painted metal blowing to pieces. Watchguts up in the spectacle parlor starts his howling. New convoy coming up. Full battle status. Corsairs begin another collection, start dropping lower to pass down more ammunition to the various vehicles around the war train. I see the flags through old lenses. Full battle status. Independent convoy looks like. This far out verge ways? Probably hood scalping. Nearby warlords closer inroads to the core pay good money for scrap. No questions. Blood and piss and shit wash off. I draw my revolver. It has some kind of shit that plugs into my arm. I become the gun — the gun that is Redemptorious. Through my sight I see the command rider. Old car. Barracuda modified to sit on top of giant wheels, several turrets and ballistae added. Something about the hood warsign is familiar. Independent convoy. Hood scalping.

We both open fire at the same time, nearly. Bright yellow rocket fire howls merry like past my head. All the guns in my car open up screaming. I’m screaming. All us scumbag crazy war pig fucking dead rag hybrid boys are fucking screaming. It’s the fucking end of the fucking world. Just keep firing. The command rider’s captain comes into view, aiming a crossbow out of a rotating turret. Her finger goes hesitant with recognition.

I stop firing when she stops firing. We both shoot off truce flares at the same time. The vehicles take awhile to settle down, same as tempers. Hoods still hot with jetting life. Painted in entrails. We get out of our vehicles. Step onto the hard pack desert. This can’t be real. She’s got a face tattoo of some kind of devil. Horns across her cheeks. Scars. God, so many scars.

“Robert,” she says, voice all rasped up with dust. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Hi, baby. It’s been awhile.”

She gestures to the two idling convoys. A fight has already broken out. I gesture at my neck, then at one of the fighters. Razor Prime rips the boy’s head off.

“It’s been since the fucking world ended.”

“I was there, too.”

“Don’t make the end of the fucking world shout you,” she says, rolling her eyes. This is familiar. Pill The Consumer kept these things down. Buried. Under the blood and the violence and the fucking splendor of war. Everything nothing. Here she is again.

“You’re Redemptorious? Do you have any idea...shitty! It’s shitty! You’re so dumb.”

“I killed a guy named Oculus Cutterus outside of...maybe St. Louis? After that, when the Wicked & Wise of Honored Sisters gave me a blessed scar on the cobalt ruins, I...”

“Shut...Robert, shut the fuck up. You’ve been fighting in the fucking dumbass road war for all fucking fifteen years now? Like, the whole time? You’re in one of the religions!?”

[ftbx]

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[kravitaz-of-the-situation]

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[jewelotn]

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[bigmandiego]

Big Man On Campus Playlist 2

Happier Than Ever • Billie Eilish  |  The Cut That Always Bleeds • Conan Gray  |  Pretender • AJR  |  Truce • Twenty One Pilots  |  We're Not Friends • Inrid Andress  |  Until it Sticks • House Phone  |  Oak Trees • Daniel Nunnelee  |  People Help the People • Birdy  |  Burned Out • Dodie  |  Nighttime Hunger • Overcoats

[thiswasinevitableid]

7 with indruck?

7: I’m assigned to write a piece rounding up all the bad press that you, a famous celebrity, have been getting and you show up in my office and demand me to write a retraction and get the ‘real’ story”. I went SFW

“Dude! You can’t go in there! Hey, wait, dude, hold on!”

Jake’s voice jars Indrid from staring miserably at his computer screen. But it does nothing to prepare him for the stack of papers that slams into his desk. 

“Where the fuck do you get off man?” 

Staring him down is a man with dark hair, mis-matched eyes, a scar down his right cheek, and an extremely pissed-off expression. Indrid recognizes him instantly, both from T.V and his last assignment.

“Mr. Newton?” 

“Yeah, that’s me, the guy you been draggin through the goddam mud!” 

“I-”

“Where are you even gettin this stuff? Substance abuse, bad break-ups, the split between me and my team, who the fuck told you that bullshit?”

“I am not going to reveal my sources.”

“Oh now you get some fuckin ethics?”

“I was just reporting what people told me. I was assigned to round up the press around you now that you’re relaunching your show, and this is what I got. I’m sorry if that upsets you.”

“Upsets me?” Mr. Newton plants his hands on the desk, leaning into Indrid’s space, “buddy, I ain’t even on the same planet as upset right now. I’m actually feelin pretty damn calm, because I know who the fuck is to blame.”

“It’s not my fault” Inrid snaps back, “I got assigned it at random, so if you have issues kindly take them up with Woodbridge.”

“Sir, if you insist on raising a fuss in my office-”

“This him?” Mr. Newton points to Woodbridge as the editor appears from his office. 

“Yes.” Indrid glares at Woodbridge through his glasses; he told him these kind of stories would lead to trouble, and it wasn’t even his usual beat.

He braces for Mr. Newton continuing to escalate, but instead the stocky man takes a deep breath , holding his hands up apologetically.

“Look, I’m real sorry, shouldn’t have come in guns blazin like that, and I know you fellas gotta make a livin same as anyone but this kind of stuff-” he whacks the papers into Indrid’s lap, “y’all gotta remember there’s a human on the other end of it.”

“That’s a very fair point, Mr. Newton-” Woodbridge gestures towards the door.

“A human with a damn good lawyer.”

“Mr.Newton, free speech”

“Protects you from the government, not from the Duck. I don’t mind the break-up nonsense, that happened plenty during the first show. Leo, Minerva, and I have been through every relationship configuration known to man, accordin to papers like yours. But the shit about me drinkin? That could damage my career. So could the reasons your ‘sources’ gave for why the show ended. You tellin me you’d hire a fella who apparently yelled at his co-hosts day in and day out and ‘couldn't hack’ bein’ outdoors?” This last question he directs at Indrid, who shakes his head. 

“Mr. Newton, retracting the story would look very bad for us. However, we’d be more than willing to publish your side of the story.”

“Close, but my word ain’t enough to counter those claims about me bein’ incompetent. I’m goin’ on a month and a half tour to location scout and shoot the first two episodes. I want one of your writers to come with. Specifically, I want him.” He points to Indrid.

“Wait, why me? I’m not a travel writer, and I have a photography assignment due next week.”

“Because you’re the one who caused this mess, slim.”

Indrid starts to protest when Woodbridge turns to with a smirk.

“Start transferring your assignments, Indrid; you’re going on a roadtrip.”

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Indrid grumbles to himself as he waits on the curb with his bag. Duck, as Mr. Newton has said to call him, told him to pack only one bag, and to bring his camera (“saw your shots when I was researchin you; you might like shootin out on the road”).

A motorcycle pulls up to the curb as he checks the time on this phone. He doesn’t give the vehicle a second look until the rider speaks to him.

“Glad you’re on time.” The helmet comes off, revealing Duck looking much calmer than the last time he saw him, “let’s get your gear on the bike and get goin’.”

Indrid stares at him in disbelief, “were you at any point going to warm me that I’d be doing this whole trip on a death machine?”

“Didn’t think I had to. Figured you knew this was how I traveled now, given all your, uh, thorough research.” Duck fixes him with a shit-eating grin as he straps his bag onto the bike, then hands him a helmet.

Indrid groans, jams the helmet on and awkwardly climbs onto the back of the bike.

“Gonna have to hang onto me, slim.” Duck’s voice crackles through his helmet, “don’t worry, I ain’t gonna bite you, even if I still kinda feel like it.”

“How encouraging.” He loops his arms around the T.V star, winces as the bike pulls out into traffic. There’s a laugh as he tightens his grip in fear, Duck’s body suddenly the only safe thing in the world. 

They zoom onto the freeway, and promptly come to a dead stop in traffic.

“Truly invigorating.” Indrid mutters. 

“Ain’t gonna be much fun until we’re outta the city. And I ain’t about to go zippin’ between lanes to cut ahead; great way to get us both killed.”

As they inch along, Indrid starting to sweat from the heat of the pavement, Duck asks, “did you ever watch the show?”

“Is there anyone who didn’t? Wild World was on every day. I’m fairly certain it’s still all Animal Planet plays some days.”

“Yeah but, uh, did you actually watch it on purpose?” 

“I did, now and then. I found Minerva’s tendency to try more extreme forms of exploration stressful, but I generally enjoyed what I saw. I’m not surprised you’re the one who picked the show back up; you were always oddly compelling on camera, and it was clear it was a passion project for you.”

“Yeah, it really was. Is. Feels weird to be doin’ it without them. Can’t blame ‘em for havin’ their own lives and goals though. Leo was ready to retire after the Gila Monster incident, and Minerva’s wanted to run an adventure bootcamp for years.”

“You know, if you hurry and explain everything in the next ten minutes, you can just pull off there and drop me at the edge of town.”

A chuckle, “Nice try, Indrid. You ain’t gettin outta roughin’ it that easy.”

“It was worth a try. Alaska was the last episode run, right?”

Duck’s posture shifts so subtly that, were he not holding him, Indrid wouldn’t have noticed it. 

“Yeah. Yeah it was. Nothin’ like gettin attacked by a wolf and takin a bunch of rabies shots to the gut to put you off filmin’.” 

“It really was a wolf? Everything I read said-”

“I’d misidentified what attacked us? Yeah, I know. American wolves never really go after humans, that’s why we were so fuckin’ screwed when this one did. Poor fella. He was sick. We coulda proved what happened except I told Leo to destroy the footage and we had a knock down, drag out fight over it until he did.”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want my pain, Minerva’s pain, and the wolf’s pain to become some goddamn viral sensation!” Duck snaps. 

Indrid decides to drop it, feels Duck sag in the drivers seat. In spite of dragging him out into the wilderness, Indrid doesn’t bear Duck any bad feeling. And he doesn’t like seeing him sad. 

“I, ah, I always liked the episodes where you showcased moths and butterflies. Moths are my favorite creatures, they’re so varied but so overlooked.”

Nothing but the traffic around them, then, “I once saw a Luna Moth bigger’n my hand. Didn’t get it on camera but damn was it a stunner.”

“Where did you see it?”

“Now there’s a story…”

By the time Duck finishes the cars are finally moving, and Duck changes them into the lane leading towards the exit for a single lane, county highway. 

“Fuckin’ finally. Alright Indrid, hold tight.”

What follows is simultaneously the most thrilling and most terrifying four hours of Indrid’s life as Duck speeds down the road, win whipping around them and the world going by in a blur that’s much more alarming when not behind metal and glass. They find a rest stop, where Indrid shotguns an entire bag of skittles under Duck’s amused gaze, and get back on the road for an only slightly less terrifying four hours more. 

They stop for the night at a KOA (“you’re lucky, slim, I got us a cabin to ease you into things”). Whereupon Indrid is treated to the sight of Duck stripping off his road gear, back muscular and sporting several scars.

“How are you likin’ life on the road?” Duck asks, not turning but starting to undo his pants. Indrid doesn’t look away until he’s down to his boxers.

“You know, it’s growing on me.”

They make their first shooting destination the next afternoon, setting up camp in a mostly-empty campground before hiking off into the woods. Duck shoots B-roll while Indrid photographs, the pair working in near total silence before meeting up with their contact near a jumble of boulders.

“Nice to see you again, Thacker.” Duck shakes the man’s hand, and gets a pat on the back.

“Good to you too, sport. Who’s the new fella?”

“My biographer.”  Duck deadpans.

Duck spends the rest of the day filming as Thacker helps him find nest and burrows and creatures to shoot and narrate over. In spite of the show being done on a single camera, Duck is compelling as always when he talks about the natural world. 

Indrid just wishes he’d sprung for better hiking boots.

“Ooof.” He mutters, face down on his sleeping bag.

“Not surprised, we did about ten miles all told today.”

“I repeat. Oof.”

A kind, sympathetic laugh, “C’mon, you’ll feel better after some dinner.”

Later that night, as he’s climbing into his sleeping bag, Duck pokes his head into the tent.

“Psst, Indrid, come look.” 

Indrid follows him out, kneels by a clump of flowers when he waves him down. 

“See, look, riiight there” Duck points, “it’s a Hummingbird Moth.”

Indrid gasps, delighted, and watches the pollinator flit from blossom to blossom. Duck sits beside him, answering his questions when he asks them, until it’s too dark for either of them to see.

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Duck never thought he’d have a travel companion again. Not after Alaska, not after the attack and what came in the nights to follow. 

He certainly never assumed the wiry, silvery haired writer who’d nearl fucked everything up would turn out to be that person. But Indrid, for all his initial skepticism, has become an excellent partner. He’s easy going, eccentric enough that Duck’s own quirks don’t phase him, quiet;y awkward, and a damn good photographer. The fact his alienly handsome face has become a bit windburnt and his pale hair a little longer only adds to his charm.

Christ, Duck wants to rip those red glasses off and kiss him until he’s breathless. 

Currently, he’s missing the feeling of long arms around his waist, as he left Indrid back with a family whose jeep had run out of gas. They’re in one of the long, monotonous stretches of desert highway where passersby are few and cell phone service is unreliable, so Duck volunteered to ride ahead to the next gas station and bring some back. As the Jeep comes into view, he sees the family waving. Indrid is leaning against the car, smiling as if Duck is the greatest thing he’s ever seen. 

That settles it; when they make Santa Fe, he’s calling The Weekly Rounds and asking Woodbridge to extend Indrid’s assignment. And if the old man refuses, well, Animal Planet is thrilled to have him back, and made it clear they’d be happy to pay for an additional camera man.

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This time they’re the only ones in the campground, and Indrid suspects it might technically be closed. Indrid could do this forever. He wants to stay like this, with Duck, day in and day out, have their evenings be like this. Duck makes a fire, keeping it small to be safe, and the evening progresses like normal, the two of them swapping stories and munching on the dinner they whipped up from leftovers from the last gas station. Then the moon rises, two days from full, and Duck doubles over with a groan. 

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Indrid moves to help him, but Duck raises his hand to stop him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, ‘Drid, fuck, I thought I had another day, thought we could make it somewhere I could keep you safe.”

“Safe from what? Duck, please, you’re hurt, I can call for help, just hold on.”

“No” Duck snarls, still hunched over, “you ain’t callin anyone. What you’re gonna do is run, far and as fast as you can, away from me. Find a tree, find a cave, flag down a car if you can find one. Go, please, fuck.” He falls off the stump he’s sitting on, and in spite of his instructions Indrid tries to help him up.

“Go!” It’s a growl now, and when Duck looks up at him his face is changing shape. Duck drags himself away from the fire, into the shadows, and Indrid turns, starting to run. There’s howl of pain and he stops. He can’t leave Duck like this. He won’t.

Resolute, he turns back to the camp and immediately regrets his decisions. Whatever is in the shadows isn’t human, not anymore. It’s growling low and labored, as it rises onto two feet and howls. 

“Oh fuck me.” Indrid doesn’t dare turn his back, tries to slowly creep away and trips on a stray piece of firewood. The monster lowers to all fours, padding into the firelight across from him. It’s fur is dark and shaggy, it’s hands sport claws and when it opens it’s mouth to grin at him it’s teeth glitter like rows of knives. 

He has to keep the fire between him and it, even if he has to spend his night running in some Scooby-Doo style circle around the fire pit. It’s his only chance.

In one, large leap, the werewolf clears the fire and lands in front of him, front paws bracketing his body when he tries to crawl back.

“Told you to run, slim.” 

“I, I can’t.”

“Didn’t think you were stubborn to the point of dyin’.” 

“Y-you told me not to run from predators, and I c-cannot drive the bike. And, and I didn’t, I couldn’t leave you.”

“Ain’t that sweet.” Duck grins again, “but why do you think I told Leo and Minerva I wasn’t safe to be around no more? Because a werewolf don’t know friend from foe.”

“That’s, that’s a lie. Y-you clearly know me, you know your past, you’re not some mindless killer ahgod.” He whimpers as a muzzle finds the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply before sending hot, hungry breath across his skin. 

“Mmmmm, you smell good, sugar.”

“You’re not going to eat me.” Indrid says, eyes shut.

“You seem real sure about that.” Another snuffle, tongue dragging along his throat.

“You’re not because you are still Duck, just very large and covered with fur and with a mouth full of unnecessarily sharp teeth, and even though you seem convinced you’ve become bloodthirsty you are still you.” It comes out in a rush and he holds his breath as a clawed hand cups the back of his head. Duck tugs his head back, nosing along his exposed neck. He stares at the stares, praying they’re not the last thing he sees. 

“I could rip your goddamn throat out.” Duck says matter-of-factly. 

“Do you want to?” He whispers, hands coming up instinctively to protect his vital organs.

A long growl, and then Duck’s face blots out the night sky, “No. I don’t.”

“Ohthankgoodness.”

Duck rumbles out a laugh, “that’s puttin it mildly, slim. No one ever stuck around long enough to see what I’d do because I always hid myself or they had the goddamn good sense to run when I said too. Always assumed as soon as I was all the way changed, I’d wanna hurt people, even if they were people I loved.” He plucks Indrid’s glasses off, setting them carefully on the picnic table before using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a tear he hadn’t realized was there.

“What do you want to do instead?”

“In general, or to you?” 

“Both?” Indrid is puzzled by his phrasing. 

“Kinda amped up, like I wanna go for a run. Transformin’ basically releases a shit ton of adrenaline so your body just doesn’t collapse from the pain. But as far as you’re concerned…” the muzzle his back, snuffling at his face and chest, “dunno, mostly just wanna keep you close. Protect you. Some part of the wolf-brain is kinda just screamin ‘mine’ over and over again.”

“Oh. Ah. That’s, that’s good.” It’s also painfully arousing, but he’s not quite ready to admit that aloud yet.

“Probably helps that you’re wearing my shirt, since it means my scent is all over you already.”

“You let me borrow it AHHEY, gahthattickles” Indrid cackles as licks and nuzzles his face.

“Aww, didn’t know you were ticklish, sugar.” Duck grabs him, begins mercilessly rubbing his face on any exposed skin he can find.

“I’m not you are just very AHhehe hairy!” In retaliation Indrid reaches between them and scritches his fingers against Ducks chest and belly.

ThwupThwup

They both look at Duck’s tail with surprise. Indrid rubs his belly again.

ThwupThwup

“Didn’t know it did that. I mean, guess makes sense on account of bein’ kinda canine, but I guess I ain’t ever been really happy when I been like this before.”

“Should I keep doing that?”

“Fuck yeah. Hold on, here.” Duck adjusts so he’s on his back with Indrid more or less on top of him. Indrid resumes petting him, Duck making little happy whines as he does.

“Damn, that feels good sugar, ooh right.” 

“Why do you keep calling me that? It’s a pet name.”

“I, uh, fuck, um, fuck, I didn’t, meant to say, uh, fuck.” A deep breath as Indrid sits up to meet his eyes, “I’m real fuckin into you, ‘Drid. I, I didn’t wanna say nothin until we were somewhere you could bail out easily if you needed to. But I ain’t felt this way about anyone in years.”

“Is that wolf-you talking or you-you talking?” Indrid asks, toying with a patch of fur.

“Both. I wanna be with you, and wanna keep travelin with you as my partner, as my, uh, my boyfriend. As my mate. Okay, that last bit was definitely the wolf talking.”

“I...I would like that as well, Duck. I didn’t know how to say it, I was afraid that what happened with your friends meant you didn’t want to be close to anyone. Including me.”

Duck sighs, “I wish I’d known then what we figured out tonight. Maybe things woulda ended a little better between us three. I just, I couldn’t face the idea of bein’ out on a shoot with ‘em and havin this exact thing happen.”

“I must admit, the lack of a full moon is rather confusing.”

“It ain’t just the full moon. It’s a few days after and before too, and I thought I had one more before it hit. Plan was to sneak out of the hotel in Santa Fe and hole myself up in a cave somewhere.”

Indrid strokes his cheek, the fur a little coarser there, “That was what attacked you three, I take it.”

“Uh huh. We were trackin it, thinkin’ it was some kind of huge predator we might be able to film.  It jumped Minerva first, but she’s a tough one, managed to hold her own and only got scratched up. I pulled it off her and it bit me. I, uh, I shot it point blank while it was doin’ that. Turned into a man as it fell in the dirt. Leo and Minerva said I did what I had to but I...well, let’s just say I still see that fellas face a lot in my dreams.”

“No wonder you wanted the footage destroyed.” Indrid murmurs.

Duck nods, waves one hand in front of his face, “damn skeeters, c’mon, let’s get in the tent.”

The tent is a tight fit, but Indrid couldn’t be happier. He crawls onto Duck’s chest, nestling against his fur with a sigh. 

“Now if you have bad dreams when you’re like this, you have someone to to hold.”

Duck kisses the top of his head, “Thanks, sugar.”

Indrid falls asleep atop a giant wolfman, and wakes up to the morning sun and much smaller, human man sprawled beneath him, who he wakes with a flurry of kisses. 

They make Santa Fe by noon, riding in feeling freer then either of them has in a long time. When they ride out the next morning, Indrid has a new job and Duck has a new cameraman. But all either can think about at the moment is his new boyfriend, and the future spreading out ahead of them beneath the rising sun. 

[dcrbyalbright]

Ok pinterest is here I missed my little Scam queen sm....

(SYDNEY SWEENEY, CIS FEMALE) - Have you seen INGRID RADLEY? INGRID is in HER JUNIOR year. The ENGLISH/PSYCHOLOGY MAJOR is 21 years old & is a GEMINI. People say SHE is RESOURCEFUL, CHARMING, DISINGENOUS and NARCISSISTIC. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE TELLS EVERYONE SHE’S FROM A WEALTHY FAMILY BUT SHE’S REALLY FROM A TRAILER PARK IN FLORIDA. (oleeve.)

Ingrid Radley! Real name Georgia Radley but we’ll get to that later. A self-proclaimed Francophile who’s always walking around with one of those dramatic long cigarette holders like eva green in the dreamers

Born in the Florida panhandle. Her parents liked to brag growin up about how she was conceived in a pickup truck during a fourth of july fireworks display sdgf

She grew up in a trailer park and her parents were… really abusive, physically and emotionally. They were both alcoholics, and Frank Gallagher style con artists who would always take what other people had

Just to demonstrate how bad her childhood was her dad once drunkenly ran over her dog and then laughed at her for cryin about it :/

Soundtrack to her youth was the buzz of cicadas and the crack of a freshly opened bud light

Ingrid learned how to con people from her parents as well. Change her drawling accent to a posh one, twirl her hair at the gas station attendant while her dad siphoned fuel

Was a Really Rebellious Girl in school and didn’t do well in any classes except for English. Was always ditching to do drink beer out in the woods with boys

Was a bit of a… mess in high school tbh. Basically just slept around with anyone trying to Feel Something. She had a lot of really nasty nicknames but tbh she didn’t like anybody and she didn’t want them to like her. Florida was not her scene at all. She read constantly and fantasized about some other type of life for herself where gourmet did not equal Bud Light

She always dreamed of getting out of florida and becoming someone else, like making reinventing herself into the greatest long con

Her senior year she cheated on every exam she had, more out of pure laziness than lack of intelligence. BUT by doing this she managed to get a scholarship to Yates University and packed like one suitcase to get out of town and head to Vermont, changing her first name so that no one could look her up online 

Hasn’t seen her parents since and hasn’t been back to Florida at all

When she got to Yates she started telling people that both of her parents are dead, from a car accident. Often borrows book and movie plots to fill in the gaps of the elaborate lie of a life she created for herself. She had a wealthy friend her freshman year named Katherine who basically treated Ingrid like a pet project. She bought Ingrid whatever she wanted, designer clothes, meals, anything, as long as Ingrid was Katherine’s only friend and vice versa

It was kind of an abusive relationship?? Katherine always had a crush on Ingrid and threatened to out her real background whenever Ingrid started to get too independent

Katherine eventually dropped out due to mental health issues but the thing is... Ingrid still has one of her credit cards. And they look remarkably alike. And there was that time last year when Katherine had the hit and run accident and Ingrid never told anyone. So she uses Katherine’s credit now to keep up appearances of her rich lifestyle

Also tells people that she’s an heiress to the fortune of some obscure real estate company based in France. Speaks with a strange accent sometimes, like someone who grew up in Paris but hasn’t been back there in years

Especially loves to use this lie on the men she meets through like SeekingArrangment and shit. Is currently juggling like 5 older guys who buy her shit and think her name is Jasmine from Paris.

Okay she sounds odd but is really fun at parties? Like she’s the girl to take care of the drunk people even though she’s wasted herself

Always has a supply of coke and is always willing to share it

Will sleep with just about anyone but she will not do relationships. Or when she does do them she’s really bad at it

Keeps everyone at a Distance but is really funny and kind when you get to know her

Ummm but doesn’t want you to really know her? Knowing her = someone finds out she’s lying about every aspect of her life. 

She’s addicted to pixi sticks and is constantly pouring them into her mouth in class

Kleptomaniac. If something goes missing from your room she’s probably stolen it. She has a box in her closet full of other people’s trinkets like a dragon’s hoard 

Is a compulsive liar. like of you like to bike ride? suddenly she’s a competitive racer. always has to one up everyone

She diys most of her clothes. Picture like, floor-length vintage nightgowns hacked off at the knees to make a babydoll dress, white boots with abstract faces drawn on, Vivienne Westwood corsets, Lego figures glued to hair barettes. Her style is a bit bizarre but most of it’s expensive. 

Lol she also runs a popular Depop shop where she sells her own designer stuff at wayyyyy more than she bought it for like I said she hustles

ABUSE TW: She only smokes menthol cigarettes bc any other kind reminds her of the Marlboros her dad would press into her skin

Is studying english and honestly… is probably on of the people that will Make It in a creative career. Queen of hustling

OKAY WANTED PLOTS TIME: an ex that she cheated on, maybe an unrequited crush, maybe a friend who’s started to catch inrid in all her lies?? Ummm hook ups of course, a drug dealer, maybe some rich friends that she’s using for their money?? Girl friends, party friends, like give me a wild Skins type gang

[radio-pirate]

Two of Indrids usual suspects. (Both available to interract with!)

Holly is Inrids runner. She’s a redundant Postal worker/Courrier that takes odd jobs. She didn’t plan to get too involved and just needed a quick buck to get back on her feet, but got dragged too deep in to the game and constantly wonders how she got in to this mess. If you find Holly, you’ll find Indrid not too far away. She usually looks pretty overworked from both working as a low end lounge singer and whatever other part time job she’s working to make rent while also helping out Indrid. She’s naturally very fast and agile and almost as slippery as her boss.

Rico is a Barman and works a few of the clubs on the entertainment boulevard. He has a good memory for faces and names and acts as as an information broker. Rico used to work the same club as Indrid along side him in music production and has a bit of know how. He does however have a small side gig of moving illegal contraband that he often gets Holly roped in to his schemes. When Indrid runs a rave or event he often DJ’s for him. Rumour has it he and Indrid are from the same production line and are technically brothers but this ain’t confirmed.

[lady-byleth]

Inrid and Marianne ask not to be picked. Sylvain actually seems cool with it but also is cool with you not picking him, so.

As I said, I haven't talked to any of them about the White Heron Cup in a while. Around 300 hours.

[kravitaz-of-the-situation]

@kah-tsii-yat‘s prize for getting second place in my giveaway!! They requested Inrid in a cool floaty pose while calling the pine guard. I got to say this was really fun!! I hope you all like it too.

[susan9623bro-blog]

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