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Published: 2011-04-19 05:50:21 +0000 UTC; Views: 1113; Favourites: 30; Downloads: 6
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This one is for Hell-is-a-56, my best buddy on DA. She is awesome, talented, hilarious, great to chat to, has a beautiful mind and a wicked sense of humour. Happy Birthday Hellish!
Murdoc: Yeah, you're lucky I let you draw me for this. Not my usual hellraiser image you know.
Fynsie: Bass man, you are awesome all the time, but when you agreed to this, I loved you even more, if that's possible.
Murdoc: You don't say? Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrright, then - Hellish: I've got something for you for your birthday. It's with me in the Winne. You should come on down and pick it up. Heh heh heh. And wear your special outfit. That... birthday one.
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Comments: 37
He looks so sleepy and cute must hug him!
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He is! Just enjoying his time alone with his guitar... thank you!
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Love it <3 I would love to see you draw him topless while playing his bass like on Feel Good Inc.
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LOL thanks, he looks so quiet there, concentrating.
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Which is weird to me since he is always doing some crazy stuff lol
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Yeah, but who knows what he's like when he's alone, right?
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Indeed. It would be interesting to find out.
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Interesting? INTERESTING? Holy SHIT, woman, it would be MAGNIFICENT!!!!! LOL
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PURPLE SOOOOOOOOOCKS!
THANK YOU!!!!!!!! THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going out shopping with one of my friends to a costume shop, so ideally, I'll get laced into a corset for a brithday photo.
Murdoc: That's not what I meant by birthday "outfit", but that works as well.
Hell: No it doesn't. I need to be able to breathe, and I can't risk you ripping it off me- those things aren't cheap.
Murdoc: Well...you're the birthday girl. Whatever you say.
Hell: Really?
Murdoc: *purrs* That's my prrrrrrresent to you.
Hell: *evil smile*
Murdoc: *confused*
Hell:
Murdoc:
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Ha ha ha! Ooh, Hell, you lucky, lucky gal, I'm seething with loving jealousy for you right now!
And what an AWESOME present from Murdoc! Murdoc, you really are the best
Murdoc: I know, but tell me again.
Fynsie: Well, I'll make myself scarce, you two have fun now. Hell - I want you to have the BEST day ever, you hear? And Murdoc? I'm free to drive you to intensive care later if you need it.
Murdoc: Thanks, but that won't be necessary. Hellish will be the only one driving me anywhere today, heh heh heh.
Fynsie: I love you guys.
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Beh...don't be- the cocking place wouldn't let us do it. I suppose it's to keep people from doing impromptu photo shoots in the store without paying to rent the wares, but still, boo.
Murdoc: *limping in* Someone mentioned cock?
Hell: No, Muds, cocking as an adjective, not a verb, that is. You really got out of bed for that?
Murdoc: I was on my way to change my bandages anyhow.
Hell: Yeah...sorry about that. Not very sorry mind you, but a little.
Murdoc: *pleasantly surprised* You really are a year wiser.
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Ha ha! Payback's a bitch, Murdoc!
Murdoc: Yeah, but she's a great mistress.
Glad it was an awesome day, no photos notwithstanding, Hell.
Murdoc: Well, the images in MY mind are pretty clear.
Fynsie: That's your pornographic memory kicking in again
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Hell: Haha, memory. I always just thought of him as a pornograph. *grins* And I got to put the needle on the record.
Murdoc: No skips, but plenty of scratches.
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Fynsie: So which one of you is going to make a 'groove' reference?
Murdoc: Tch! I was JUST GETTING TO THAT!
Hell: Forget that - Mudsy's definitely an LP.
Murdoc: Pretty sure I did spin you around once or twice....
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Hell: Mmmmmmm, right 'round.
Murdoc: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Hell & Fynsie: *pounce*
Hell: Rrgh! Me first!
Fynsie: Get your own, little girl!
Murdoc: *protecting his eyes* Ripping the shirt! You're ripping the shirt!
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Fynsie: SO not fair, Hell! You've had him to yourself since TUESDAY!
Hell: *pouting* Yeah, well I'm not DONE with him, yet!
Fynsie: Oh don't be so greedy, woman! Share and share alike, remember?
Murdoc: *purring* That's it, sharing, yeah, great idea.
Hell: Ouh! You calling ME greedy? Hah! Who was it who practically locked me out of the Winnebago so you two could have mad animal sex and forgot to let me back in for two days? I nearly freaking FROZE out there!
Murdoc: *rumbling now* Mmmmm, no need to fight over me... hang on...
Fynsie: *narrowing eyes dangerously* Well, that was only because we'd just MET. Besides, you had a box to sleep in!
Hell: A BOX? It was a freaking CRATE!!! I would have frozen if 2D hadn't wandered down! I ought to slap you!
Murdoc: *growling delightedly* Eh, why don't you two settle your differences. Say, by arm wrestling? You'll need to take off those rrrrrrrrrrrrrestrictive tops, though.
Fynsie: Good idea, Murdoc. Right! Hell? Bring it on! *gestures to come in close*
Hell: FINE! If that's how you want it!
Murdoc: *to self* Sweet Satan, that's how I do.
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Hell: *whips off a jacket* It's GO time, lady. Let's see what you got.
Fynsie: *narrows eyes* I will beat your ass back into the 90's from whence it came.
Murdoc: With a paddle? This paddle? *holds out a leather one*
Hell: *wide eyed* NOT BETSEY! *pounces on you* It's ON!
Fynsie: *wrestles back* Little shit!
Murdoc: *leans back* Mmmmmmmmmmm.
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Hell: *gritting teeth* You think I don't know how unfair this is?
Fynsie: *growling* What, that I'm gonna paste you all over the place and then claim my prize *looks meaningfully at Murdoc*
Murdoc: Ooooh, laydeeez... there might be a second place awarded...
Hell: *in a clinch with Fyns* First place or NOTHING!
Fynsie: *laughs hard, nose to nose with Hell* That's MY ambition. You can do what you like, WHEN I'M DONE PUTTING HIM THROUGH THE MATTRESS!
Murdoc: *rumbling with approval* Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, I can feel the love already
Hell: *wrestling and breathing heavily* Mattress? You've already put him through the table, sofa, kitchen chairs, two household appliances, the Geep, the front step AND that damn car of yours!
Fynsie: *snarling* THE COUPE IS SANCROSANCT!
Murdoc: *almost drooling* Er, you two might want to make sure you don't tear those great shirts - why not leave them with me here for safekeeping?
Hell: *momentarily distracted* Wait - he's right. I don't want you ripping the shit out of my new top!
Fynsie: *rolling eyes* Well you should have thought about that FIRST, shouldn't you!? *eases off on the struggling a bit* But I dont' want my fave shirt to get your blood all over it either...
Murdoc: *already standing there with both hands out* Ladies?
Hell: Right. Truce for one minute.
Fynsie: Fine. On three. One. Two. Three. *disengages warily*
- both stand panting and staring at each other for a second before Fyns rips her shirt off and tosses it to Murdoc. Hell undoes her necklace, bracelet, hands them to Murdoc and peels off her top, handing that over too -
Murdoc: *delighted* Right. Back into it, eh?
Hell: Count us in, Muds.
Fynsie: On three. And stand back. This ain't gonna be pretty.
Murdoc: *pulling his chair closer* Three.... two.... one.
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Fynsie: *pounces* Grrrrrrh!
Hell: Nnnf! You ASS!
Fynsie: *headlocks Hell* SLEEPER HOLD!
Hell: *rolls you over her back* JELLY ROLL!
Fynsie: Is that an attack or do you just want something ELSE to eat?
Hell: The next thing I eat is gonna just be your dead narrow ASS ON A CRACKER!
Murdoc: *calmly throws the odd oil filled balloon into the fray* Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Hell&Fynsie: *freeze for a second- wrestle harder*
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Fynsie: Give it up!
Hell: Over my dead body!
Fynsie: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Hell: *freezes* -*-
Fynsie: *gains upper hand* HAH!!!!
Hell: What the FREAK was that?
Fynsie: *grappling and grinning* Warrior howl.
Hell: *turns head in headlock* Well, it just made Murdoc salivate.
Fynsie: Yeah. That's the general effect. Only works that way on males though.
Hell: *struggling* Let.... me....GO!.....
Fynsie: If you say so... *flips Hell on her back, straddles her, sits on her pelvis and holds her down*
Hell: *going berserk* Just you WAIT until I get my hands on you!
Murdoc: *faintly* Christ, you have no idea....
Fynsie: *pauses, thinks* Hell. Wait.
Hell: *furious* What the frack for?!
Fynsie: *whispers* Look. *gestures with nod of head*
Murdoc: *salivating, wide eyed, transfixed*
Hell: So what? Nothing new there.
Fynsie: *sotto voce* He's ours, but we have to work together. Truce?
Hell: *pausing* Well, OK. He DID start this, after all. Yeah OK, let's do it.
Fynsie: Just lure him in a bit closer can you?
Hell: *grinning* Oh this is gonna be good.... play along, OK?
Fynsie: *smiling like a she devil* You got it.
Hell: Right.... *raises voice* Done resting yet?
Fynsie: Sure. *leans forward, hooks ankles over Hell's knees and presses her down* Give up yet?
Hell: *playing along* NEVER!
Fynsie: *inching closer to Hell's body* Say 'Uncle'
Murdoc: *moving closer* Don't give up, Hell! *mutters* Not until I say so anyway.
Hell: Fyns, I feel funny....
Fynsie: So do I.... it's almost as if... I don't want to fight you anymore...
Hell: *trying not to laugh* Why are you breathing so heavily?
Murdoc: *inches away now* Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Fynsie: Because... because.... *pounces*
Murdoc: *goes flying* ARGHHHH!
Hell: *pounces* HAH!
- Murdoc flat on his back with Hell and Fynsie sitting on him -
Murdoc: Ladies, don't want those lovely trousers of yours getting all oily do you?
Fynsie: *purring* No. No we don't, do we Hell?
Hell: I don't believe so, Fyns. Looks like we should also take care of Murdoc's garments also. Wouldn't be very fair if we didn't would it.
Murdoc: Sweet Satan, thank you.
Fynsie: Oh, don't thank him yet. You'll be saying your prayers in a few minutes as it is.
Hell: If you've got the energy to speak that is.
Murdoc: I'm fluent in body language.
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Hell: MmmmHMM. *peels his shirt off* What d'you call this then, mm? *tweaks*
Murdoc: Oooooh, that'd be a-
Fynsie: *tears off Muds's jeans* Annnnnnd theyyyyyyyy're OFF!
Murdoc: Christ, just about, love.
Hell: That. *points at how he's still got his boots on* Fynsie, that is a SUPER-POWER.
Murdoc: Mmphll.
Hell: *looks down* As is undoing a button-fly set of jeans with your mouth upsidedown. Holy, shit, you even got the fifth one. I don't even undo that one!
Fynsie: *removing boots* Don't talk with your mouth full, Muds.
Murdoc: Yes, miss. 'M I going to be punished now?
Hell: *tweaks harder* Fuck yeah, you are. Pittin' us against each other like that.
Fynsie: Easy there, girl. We don't want to kill him.
Hell: Maybe you don't.
Murdoc: *farway look* But what a way to go...
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Hell: You got a LOT of explaining to do, Muds.
Murdoc: Not... right... now if you don't mind... hgnngng!
Fynsie: *pausing* I love the way he does that.
Hell: Sure shuts him up fast.
Murdoc: *glassy eyed* Oh Christ...can you do that again? Part of me is still here instead of on cloud nine.
Fynsie: *growling* So, what was the big idea with the girl on girl fight?
Murdoc: *panting* You won't get anything out of me.
Fynsie: You know, I'll be absolutely DELIGHTED to prove you wrong, Murdoc. I know you aren't the type to crack early so I'm just going to move straight on to the active interrogation techniques I KNOW will work.
Hell: Fyns. You serious? And here's you telling ME not to kill him!
Fynsie: *confidently* Hell, dear, trust me. I know all his weak points *looking down on the still securely pinned Murdoc* And I intend to work on every, single, solitary one of them, slowly, devastatingly and thoroughly.
Murdoc: *faintly* I've been so bad.
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Hell: Shut up! *leans in harder, looks over at you* You gonna use the wrench?
Murdoc: Nnn.
Hell: Or the nails?
Murdoc: *less enthousiastically* Nnn?
Hell: *excitedly* THE SHOVEL! OhmySHIT, YES, let's kill'im with the shovel!
Fynsie: HELL! Focus.
Hell: *thinks* Erm...fuck 'im with the shovel?
Murdoc: I'm not liking this direction!
Fynsie: *looks down* Could've fooled me.
Hell: That could fool me any damn time.
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Fynsie: Hell, my tactics don't require anything other than what I have on my person.
Hell: You-you're kidding, right? Where's the fun in that???
Murdoc: *muttering* Rapidly increasing the more she talks about it....
Fynsie: Pardon?
Murdoc: Nothing!
Hell: *disbelief* You're NOT going to use ANYTHING on him??? NOBODY is that good. He won't say jack!
Fynsie: Hell, forget Jack. He'll be crying Uncle by the time I'm done with him. Won't you, Murdoc? *grins evilly*
Murdoc: And this all started out so promisingly.
Fynsie: Murdoc, you have two semi-naked women holding you down, and one of them has some rather serious designs on your body, willing or otherwise. What's so bad about that?
Murdoc: *struggling* I can't reach the camera.
Fynsie: *sighing* OK Hell, you might want to close your eyes round about now. Don't want you getting distracted. This could take a little while, so get comfortable.
Hell: *already has his arms securely held* Go right ahead, Fyns. I could do with a lesson from the Master.
Fynsie: Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you. Don't listen to the pleas and begging, do NOT cave in to the emotion of the moment, until we have our apology. Understood?
Hell: *nodding*
Fynsie: Right. *grinning down at Murdoc, purring* Are you going to apologise, Murdoc?
Murdoc: I think I'll take the consequences.
Fynsie: Foolhardy. Very foolhardy indeed. Oh well, if that's the way you want to play it....
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Hell: *observes*
Fynsie: Say it.
Murdoc: No.
Fynsie: *nip*
Murdoc: NO...ooooooohhh
Hell: *cocks her head to the side* So that's what that does. Hm.
Fynsie: Well?
Murdoc: Nnnnn! Never!
Fynsie: *pinch*
Murdoc: *seizes up* Gack! *swears considerably*
Fynsie: Two little words...
Murdoc: *gritted teeth* FFfffffffffuck you.
Fynsie: *glares*
Hell: GET THE MELON BALLER!
Fynsie: No.
Hell: The cheese grater?
Fynsie: Is there a full moon tonight? What's with you? And what's going on, I swear by now I'd- OH! I see the problem. Scoot back an inch babes, you're on an artery.
Hell: *complies* Is that really going to-
Murdoc: I'M SORRY! UNCLE! NEPHEW! GRANDFATHER! SECOND FRIGGING COUSIN TWICE REMOVED! I WAS WRONG, SO WRONG TO PIT YOU TWO AGAINST EACH OTHER! I'll never do it again, ever, I promise, I'm sorry!
Hell: *stares at you in awe* GODDESS!
Fynsie: Aww, shucks.
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Fynsie: *smiling seductively* See, Murdoc? That wasn't so hard, was it?
Hell: Er, Fyns, either you're blind or your definition is a bit different to mine.
Fynsie: Hell, dear, would you mind leaving us alone for say, ten minutes or so? There are one or two negotiation techniques I'd like to keep schtum for the time being...
Hell: Oh, sure. Sure. *still in awe* Whatever you want, Fyns.
Fynsie: *looking down at slightly distressed Murdoc* I need to debrief Murdoc to finish the job.
Murdoc: *faintly* Christ, I'm dying here and you two are discussing trade secrets? Have some fucking mercy!
Hell: Well, that's my cue. I'm outta here. *leaves*
Fynsie: Now, bass man, there's only one thing left to do here.
Murdoc: Why can't I move my arms?
Fynsie: Nerve ganglion stimulation. And speaking of which....
Murdoc: *yelps* FUCK! Fu...Oh....ooooh....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Fynsie: *debriefs* *crooning* Promise me you'll not try that little trick again. Hell and I promised to share you and we don't like to fight.
Murdoc: *crosseyed* Keep... doing.... that.... and it's a deal
Fynsie: Oh, I'll keep doing it alright, I'm not totally heartless. You've been through quite an ordeal today. Just give me your word and I'll make it all worthwhile.
Murdoc: *growling* You've got me paralysed, what else am I supposed to say?
Fynsie: How about "I won't pit you two against each other again"?
Murdoc: But I've always wanted to see you two-
Fynsie: *applies trade marked secret tactic* NO BUTS.
Murdoc: *groans in anguished lust* MERCY!
Fynsie: I can keep this up indefinitely, bass man.
Murdoc: *gasping* I can't!
Fynsie: *evilly* Oh, yes you can. See, if I don't let you 'go', you'll stay like this for quite some time, and I will just keep on keeping you JUST below that point for as long as it takes.
Murdoc: *dying* Fuck, I know when I'm beat. Alright! I won't pit you two against each other again!
Fynsie: *crooning again* Thanks you, bass man. Now, I may be a shrewd negotiator, but you've kept up your end of the bargain *looks down* - and very, very nicely too, I might add - so I'll keep my promise to you.
Murdoc: DYING OF FRUSTRATION HERE! ffffuuuuuuck....ohhhhhhh...oh sweet Satan, do NOT stop....mmmmmmmmmmm
Fynsie: *busy and unable to speak*
Murdoc: *incoherent sounds of bliss followed by total collapse*
Fynsie: Merciful enough for you? *massages gently* There - you should have feeling back and be able to move again in a few minutes.
Murdoc: *getting breath back* Fuck me...
Fynsie: That's stage two of being merciful.
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Hell: She's soooo cooooool! *starry eyed* When I grow up, I wanna be just like her. Loads of cars...and neat secret...stuff. Or whatever. *oil slides to the fridge* Sweeeeeet. *thinks* Aw, damn, I'll have to clean all this up...well, at least it's good for the skin. *thinks about her face* Aw...DAMN.
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Murdoc: Mmmmuphurphl.
Fynsie: You. Are welcome. Make sure to thank Hell also.
Murdoc: Why?
Fynsie: Because I'll hide the melon baller from her.
Murdoc: Mmmm.
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Fynsie: *wandering in to kitchen* Well, I'm pretty sure he won't try that little game again.
Hell: *eating ice cream* What makes you so sure?
Fynsie: Well, he promised not to, and I told him that if he ever broke that promise, that what he experienced today could be extended over several hours instead of just one.
Hell: *laughing* And he agreed to that?
Fynsie: *Pulling up a seat next to Hell* Well, after he came to, yeah. He didn't have any choice, really. He's only human after all.
Hell: Think he's learned his lesson,eh?
Fynsie: Hope so. You're far too awesome to fight with, Hell *hugs you*
Hell: Aw, same for me, Fyns *kisses me on cheek, hugs me back, whispers into my ear* Nice work at the end, too!
Murdoc: *staggering into the kitchen, sees us* Oh Satan where's my camera?
Fynsie: Oh, I have it. I took the liberty of using it while you were er, recovering. You may want to look at the last one.
- sound of sonic boom as Murdoc races off -
Murdoc: Awww, you little brats... *smiles at picture of Hell and Fynsie snuggled up to his side while he's totally zonked*
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Epilogue:
Hell: So Fynsie?
Fynsie: Yes?
Hell: What exactly did you do in there?
Fysnie: Mmm. I'll tell you when you're thirty.
Hell: *whining* Whyyyyyyy?
Fysnie: That, first and foremost. But secondly, it isn't a toy. You can't just go around capriciously causing that sort of damage whenever you get irritable. You didn't forget that incident with the fireworks did you?
Hell:"*reminisces* Hee...well it was an incident with fireworks. Then it was just plain fire. *giggles* I guess I see your point.
Fynsie: Good.
Murdoc: *calling* Helllllish! Come get your apology!
Hell: Cominnnnng! *puts her bowl in the sink* Of course, if you won't tell me...I can always try and figure it out! *speeds off*
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Gah, I love doing this so much! <3
Thank you for your continued excellence, my dear. I love your mind and energy and intellect and brilliance and-
Murdoc: Stop now or she'll get a swelled head.
Hell and Fyns: *look at each other - laugh*
Murdoc: What?
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