Holiday, oh holiday, and the best one of the year...
REQUEST FILLAGE TIME! :D THE FIRST ONE OF THE YEEEAR!
This one is for sweetcarolanne who requested Misfits, any pairing, with the prompt of "tentacled creatures mentioned somewhere herein." :D
The great tentacled beast emerged from the depths, standing to its considerable height as it rose from the depths of the bayou swamp. The creature’s head swiveled, coal-black amphibious eyes rolling in deep sockets as it sought out its victim. As the beast sloshed in the direction of the shore, gills sucking wet, webbed flipper-feet smacking against the mud banks, the dark-haired Creole woman on the shore could only gawk in paralyzed horror while the swamp creature stalked toward her. It was so close now that she could see the water rolling off its black, slimy skin in rivulets, smell the putrid odor of rotten fish and stagnant swamp water.
A primal scream cut the Louisiana night in two, and it was not until the young woman realized it was she who was screaming that she turned and tried to run, the creature now close on her heels.
Promptly, Glenn Danzig let out a loud, derisive laugh and shoved his hand into the bowl of popcorn on the floor that was just within reach.
“C’mon, are you fucking serious? Just give the fuckin’ thing all day to get there.” He shoved popcorn in his mouth before shouting, “Run, bitch, run!”
Beside Danzig, Doyle was staring at the flickering television screen, a baleful expression on his face.
“God, this is the worst movie I’ve ever seen,” he lamented. Danzig snorted.
“Well, you picked it,” he informed Doyle matter-of-factly, flopping unceremoniously onto his side. His head landed in Doyle’s lap, his feet coming to rest somewhere in close proximity to Jerry, on the far end of the couch. “Wake me up when someone dies or something.”
“Is it bad that I don’t think this movie is total shit?” Jerry inquired, earning a unanimous “yes” from both Doyle and Glenn in unison. Jerry sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Of course,” he grumbled, and kept watching. The swamp thing had nearly caught up with the girl now; the kill was imminent.
Doyle had since ceased to care, now more occupied with Danzig, whose head still rested on his thigh. He let a hand toy discreetly with the singer’s dark hair, running his fingers through it idly. Glenn shot him a wicked smirk that was anything but subtle. Doyle felt his stomach do a flip-flop, and he bit his lip, taking a long glance toward the end of the couch where Jerry sat, thankfully paying them no attention. The two of them had been fooling around in secret, unbeknownst to Jerry, which was fine with Doyle, and Danzig preferred it that way. (“Let Jerry find out on his own,” Glenn had told Doyle with an evil grin.)
“Hey, you know what?” Danzig said suddenly, apparently having been struck by some acutely profound notion. “I’ve got it, you guys. I know what would make this movie not suck.” He considered this a moment, before adding, “Well, suck less.”
“I probably don’t want to know,” Jerry said, “but I know you’re going to tell us anyway.”
Glenn paused a beat, purely for dramatic effect, before stating, with the utmost nonchalance, “Tentacle sex.”
“What?!” Jerry screeched. Doyle snickered loudly and started giggling. “Man,” Jerry went on, “how do you even come up with shit like that?”
“What, Jerry?” Danzig inquired, feigning innocence. “You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t thought about tentacle sex at least once in your life.”
“I haven’t,” Jerry deadpanned, covering his face with his hand.
“I have,” Doyle admitted somewhat sheepishly, earning him two inquisitive glances from the two others sitting beside him on the sofa.
“See, Jerry, nothing to be ashamed of,” said Danzig with a certain smugness that made Jerry uneasy. “Besides, I’m sure you’re lying, anyway. You’ve thought about it. In fact, now that I’ve mentioned it, you’re probably thinking about it right now.”
Jerry didn’t even have to make a reply for Glenn to know that he was right.
“You’re nuts,” Jerry declared. “Both of you are.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Danzig fired back. “I’m not the one sitting over here thinking about tentacle sex right now.”
“Touché.” Jerry just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, conceding to silence.
He knew that this argument was not one he was going to win.
FIN
♥!!!
This one is for sweetcarolanne who requested Misfits, any pairing, with the prompt of "tentacled creatures mentioned somewhere herein." :D
The great tentacled beast emerged from the depths, standing to its considerable height as it rose from the depths of the bayou swamp. The creature’s head swiveled, coal-black amphibious eyes rolling in deep sockets as it sought out its victim. As the beast sloshed in the direction of the shore, gills sucking wet, webbed flipper-feet smacking against the mud banks, the dark-haired Creole woman on the shore could only gawk in paralyzed horror while the swamp creature stalked toward her. It was so close now that she could see the water rolling off its black, slimy skin in rivulets, smell the putrid odor of rotten fish and stagnant swamp water.
A primal scream cut the Louisiana night in two, and it was not until the young woman realized it was she who was screaming that she turned and tried to run, the creature now close on her heels.
Promptly, Glenn Danzig let out a loud, derisive laugh and shoved his hand into the bowl of popcorn on the floor that was just within reach.
“C’mon, are you fucking serious? Just give the fuckin’ thing all day to get there.” He shoved popcorn in his mouth before shouting, “Run, bitch, run!”
Beside Danzig, Doyle was staring at the flickering television screen, a baleful expression on his face.
“God, this is the worst movie I’ve ever seen,” he lamented. Danzig snorted.
“Well, you picked it,” he informed Doyle matter-of-factly, flopping unceremoniously onto his side. His head landed in Doyle’s lap, his feet coming to rest somewhere in close proximity to Jerry, on the far end of the couch. “Wake me up when someone dies or something.”
“Is it bad that I don’t think this movie is total shit?” Jerry inquired, earning a unanimous “yes” from both Doyle and Glenn in unison. Jerry sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Of course,” he grumbled, and kept watching. The swamp thing had nearly caught up with the girl now; the kill was imminent.
Doyle had since ceased to care, now more occupied with Danzig, whose head still rested on his thigh. He let a hand toy discreetly with the singer’s dark hair, running his fingers through it idly. Glenn shot him a wicked smirk that was anything but subtle. Doyle felt his stomach do a flip-flop, and he bit his lip, taking a long glance toward the end of the couch where Jerry sat, thankfully paying them no attention. The two of them had been fooling around in secret, unbeknownst to Jerry, which was fine with Doyle, and Danzig preferred it that way. (“Let Jerry find out on his own,” Glenn had told Doyle with an evil grin.)
“Hey, you know what?” Danzig said suddenly, apparently having been struck by some acutely profound notion. “I’ve got it, you guys. I know what would make this movie not suck.” He considered this a moment, before adding, “Well, suck less.”
“I probably don’t want to know,” Jerry said, “but I know you’re going to tell us anyway.”
Glenn paused a beat, purely for dramatic effect, before stating, with the utmost nonchalance, “Tentacle sex.”
“What?!” Jerry screeched. Doyle snickered loudly and started giggling. “Man,” Jerry went on, “how do you even come up with shit like that?”
“What, Jerry?” Danzig inquired, feigning innocence. “You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t thought about tentacle sex at least once in your life.”
“I haven’t,” Jerry deadpanned, covering his face with his hand.
“I have,” Doyle admitted somewhat sheepishly, earning him two inquisitive glances from the two others sitting beside him on the sofa.
“See, Jerry, nothing to be ashamed of,” said Danzig with a certain smugness that made Jerry uneasy. “Besides, I’m sure you’re lying, anyway. You’ve thought about it. In fact, now that I’ve mentioned it, you’re probably thinking about it right now.”
Jerry didn’t even have to make a reply for Glenn to know that he was right.
“You’re nuts,” Jerry declared. “Both of you are.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Danzig fired back. “I’m not the one sitting over here thinking about tentacle sex right now.”
“Touché.” Jerry just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, conceding to silence.
He knew that this argument was not one he was going to win.
FIN
♥!!!