#He's my favorite strange stinky miss guy

[katslitterbox]

I've decided that critterjuice au is gonna be awesome

Ive still gotta develop my hcs for Delia and Charles but like

Omg

Ehehehe

Im probably not gonna write abt it cause I suck at writing (factual) but I'll doodle it sometime if I want

It heavily involves beej being able to sizeshift bc it's a fun thing to play around with and I just think it would be cool

Also beej is a big ol dragon guy (idk if there's a more technical term for what he'd be but like eh) when he's not his silly humanoid self or his critter self

Aka he only go big dragon when he mega big emotion

And he for sure hid in the houses walls until they found him stealing a few cheese puffs about half his size (he smol)

[hanjizung]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣  𝕕𝕒𝕪   𝟛𝟘: 𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕩.

Felix x Reader.

Word count: 1.7k

♡ Warnings ♡: Smut, secret relationship, orgasm denial (kinda), semi public, mirror sex.

【ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ　ｄａｙ　||　ｎｅｘｔ　ｄａｙ】

【Ｋｉｎｋｔｏｂｅｒ　ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

You loved when Felix invited you to the practice room to watch him dance. He seemed so immersed in his movements, his expression serious as he concentrated on feeling the music and allowing his body to move to the rhythm. 

He was a passionate dancer, always had been. He even offered to show you the moves you liked the most on his routines. 

He was a good teacher, always patient with you when you struggled to get a move right. He always sat with you, made you breathe in and out before continuing where your mistake was. He managed to make you a graceful dancer, you would be forever thankful to him for that. 

Right now, he invites you over to help him, Hyunjin and Minho to choose what moves would be best for the newest song. 

Sure, you weren't a dancer, but you were public and since you weren't a professional, your reaction and opinion could help them improve and modify the parts that needed the readjustment. All of that, and they also liked to have you around. 

Ever since you and Felix started dating in secret, some of the members teased you and him when you were together. Little did they know that you confessed to him and he actually felt the same way for you. It was fun to act like nothing happened when you and him were alone and flirting back with each other in front of the guys. 

Hyunjin's beanie fell off his head again, flying in your direction and bringing you back to reality. You shook your head and looked at the object in front of you. Picking it up, you walked over to where Minho and him were standing. 

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" Hyunjin asked you when you handed him his beanie. It was a strange question, you thought. 

"I'm fine, why are you asking?" he and Minho exchanged a look when you answered them.

"Hmm, I don't know… I guess you just seem a little off today" Minho shrugged. 

Yeah, you weren't fine at all.

Three nights ago, Felix and you were making out in his bed when Jisung opened the door, making you and your secret boyfriend separate from each other in record time. 

Then, two nights ago you were in the tranquility of your home riding Felix, you were just about to reach your orgasm when Chan called Felix over for an emergency at the dorms and demanded his presence there immediately, leaving you hanging. 

And lastly, when you were cuddling watching a movie with him at the dorms, he started fingering you when the rest of the boys decided to join and he chickened out, meaning that you could get caught more easily. 

Felix didn't like risks, unlike you. He wasn't a man of adventure, preferring to stick to the things he knew and was familiar with, meanwhile you liked experimenting with everything, because life was short. 

You thought that was why your relationship worked so well. He kept your feet on the ground and you convinced him to try new things with you. 

"She's just tired. We kept sending each other tiktoks until late at night, it's my fault" Felix answered Minho's question for you, walking over to where you were standing next to the other boys. 

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired. I bet you guys are more tired than me, you're all sweaty and stinky" you wrinkled your nose, staring at the stains of sweat on their shirts making them laugh at your exaggerated expression. 

You weren't tired, you were frustrated because you hadn't been able to cum in the last few days. It was annoying, especially because Felix revealed that he jerked off to the thought of you that morning when he was in the shower. He whispered that to you when you were in the elevator with the guys, making you laugh in nervousness. 

"If you're tired someone can walk you home. It's late and we've been practicing for a while now" Minho said, looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his clothes. Hyunjin was accommodating his beanie as well. 

"I'll walk her home, just let me practice the choreography one last time and then we'll leave" Felix said, resting his arm on your shoulder when he was close enough to all of you. 

"That's good with us. We're going to buy something to eat, I owe Binnie his favorite food" Hyunjin said, looking at Minho and then walking to the door. The oldest followed him, looking at you two suspiciously before closing the door. You swallowed, he definitely knew something. 

Felix left your side, checking the outsides of the practice room and then locking the door. You smiled, you kind of had an idea of why Felix wanted to be alone with you, and him locking the door meant that you were absolutely right. 

Your boyfriend walked to you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook where your neck connected to your shoulder. You patted his hair, laughing because he was all sweaty and sticky, his body pressed against your own making you feel the dampness on his shirt, product of all his hard work. 

"Guess what, baby?" he grabbed your attention, whispering close to your ear in that deep raspy voice that you loved and drove you crazy. 

"W-what, Felix?" your voice trembled. You weren't looking at him, but you knew he smirked when he noticed the neediness in your voice. He had only said one thing and you were ready to succumb to him instantly. He loved it. 

"I'm going to make you cum so hard the whole building will hear you" he said, his hands pulling at your shirt to take it off and when you did what he wanted you to, he kissed you fiercely, your head spinning when you were missing air in your lungs and gasping when he finally let go, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips. 

"Take your pants off" Felix ordered, separating his body from yours and started to undress himself lazily as well. Your eyes flew to his hardened cock, he stroked his dick and your mouth watered, between your legs a uncomfortable sensation of wetness increasing. 

Felix took you by the arm and pushed you against the mirrored wall. You put your hands in front of you to protect you from the impact of your body against the mirror, it felt cold but it was a nice contrast to the fire of his touch in your body. 

Placing his hands on your hips, he pulled them backward to expose your dripping hole to him. He passed his fingers through your slit, collecting your juices and rubbing your clit. You moaned, the feeling of him taking care of your neediness making you content. 

"God, you're dripping wet, Y/N. I bet you can take my cock so well without having to stretch you first" you nodded, head against the mirror at his words. You needed him in that moment almost as much as you needed oxygen, your pussy throbbed, aching to feel him inside you for good. 

"I need you to fuck me, Felix. Please, I need your cock" you cried out, looking at him through the mirror. He smiled evilly, standing up and aligning his cock at your entrance. You sighed, pleased that he would follow your words and fuck you numb just like you needed to be fucked. 

"I'm going to, baby. But I have a rule you need to follow if you want to cum" you looked at him expectantly, your lust controlled brain making you nod incontable times even without hearing what he wanted you to do. 

"I want you to watch how good I'm fucking you, baby. You're not allowed to look at anything but yourself in the mirror, you understand?" again, you nodded. 

"Good. If you look away I won't make you cum, so be a good girl for me and look at the mirror only" Felix kissed your shoulder, entering you slowly and moaning when your warm walls stretched with his cock. 

You gasped in delight when he entered completely into you, trying not to close your eyes and look at your satisfied expression. 

Felix's grip on your hips was so strong that you knew he would leave mark there for a few days, but you didn't care. All you could think about was how good he was fucking you, making your legs shake as your orgasm approached. 

One of the hands supporting you from hitting the mirror left its place to go and rub your clit, you were feeling so good that it was getting almost impossible to keep your eyes open and watch yourself be fucked by the perfect man behind you. You had to admit it was kind of hot watching yourself be ruined, that plus Felix's moans with yours filling the room in the practice room… 

A particularly loud moan warned Felix that you were close to your release, your fingers rubbing your sensitive clit faster and Felix finally hitting that sweet spot that melted your brain. It took him a few more thrust to finally have you crying out in pleasure, him still penetrating you through your orgasm and following you, reaching his own high as well. 

He pulled out of you, trying to regain his normal breathing pace. Your legs couldn't support your body for much, and he noticed. He carried you to the lonely couch and placed you gently, looking for something to help you clean the mess between your thighs. 

"Felix? That was… fucking hot" you exhaled, spreading your legs to help him clean you. 

"I know, baby. You clenching around my cock, crying out for me when you orgasm is the hottest thing in the world. I'm happy you think so as well" he smiled, collecting the discarded clothing and dressing himself before helping you get decent again. 

"Felix… I think we should do this again" you said quietly, but not that much because he heard you and looked at you with a smile. 

"There's no doubting it, baby. We'll do it again, that's for sure."

[rattyarts]

Huge-ask post (I am VERY funny)

Because I have so many questions that can be answered with just text, and I have mentioned my dislike of filling my art blog up with Words Words Words... let’s get them all done in one go!

(You guys can blacklist #rattytalks if you’re just here for the draws, btw)

A shit ton of asks under the cut!

Anonymous said: So for the center of the world, what with it being forcefully PG and all Bad Thoughts TM being prevented, how does having kids happen? Do parents just black out and wake up holding a child in their arms and vague memories of the last 9 months?

Ever seen a movie where they do that “and one day... a baby was born!” thing and a kid just appears offscreen with no explanation?

(This is how it works everywhere, Edgelands included; no one does the do or gets pregnant in this setting.)

Anonymous said: Hello! Quick question, and sorry if you’ve answered this before, but can other elves see the “intangible” bits of one another? Big fan of your work btw!

Nope! And thank you!

Anonymous said: Leopold was in my dream last night but I sadly cannot remember any of it.

I am SO sorry. I will try to keep my stinky murder men out of your head in the future.

Anonymous said: are the floaty bits stuck in one spot, or could the one they are attached to learn to move them around their body as long as its still within a certain distance? like, someone with the Floaty limbs, lets call him Ray, can move his limbs all over his body, allowing him to do all sorts of neat things that others with their attached limbs probably couldn't?

Whatever you want, honestly. As a general rule of thumb I don’t like putting down TOO many hard rules that prevent people from having fun with this setting. (Please ignore and scrap anything you think is stupid, I do this all the time and enjoy keeping this setting inconsistent and contradictory)

Anonymous said: Do elf names work off of Death Note rules, or is it like, if you know one elf’s name, all elves with that name are now unable to harm you? So if all the elf brothers are named Martin, for example, does it only work with blue?

I think it’s prolly just the one! Probably? Idk, might change if I think of something funnier.

Anonymous said: Can elves do magic on themselves or does thst go against the knowing name rule

Most people tend to know their own names, lol. So in my opinion, no, but don’t let me stop you if you got a fun idea.

Anonymous said: Could an Elf stitch on parts from another elf and have them work? i.e an Elf's finds the arm of another Elf. "Hey, free arm, might as well put it to good use", so they attach the arm and now they can give three high fives at once!

Same deal as previous questions, I personally would say no, but I also encourage people to do whatever the hell they want. It’s more fun that way!

Anonymous said: I bet elves are greasy to the touch.

They’re very powdery! Like if you rolled them in flour. And by flour I mean nasty glowing elf dandruff.

Anonymous said: Can elves fly or are their wings just for show?

No flying!!! (Unless you’re a mousefly)

Anonymous said: Something tells me that the elves would LOVE Obatzda.

Had to look that up, but definitely!

no1fan15: Not sure if someone asked already- Does Edgeworld have any equivalent to demons and angels? Like the old rubberhose cartoon kind?

Demons, yes! That’s what imps are: basically any demon, devil, or generic monster, but tiny! Even a couple of pop culture critters in there, there’s probably a very small gillman or robot monster running around there somewhere.

Angels, not so far. 

Anonymous said: How come Margaret hasn't yeeted George's jar into the Edge yet

I’d say being locked in a closet is good enough! (and also I need him for plot reasons, don’t tell anyone)

Anonymous said: If elves have knees bulges in the front then do they have butt bulges in the back?

i do not want to think about elf bulges

Anonymous said: So if you find a baby Therewoof and you say "aw you're so cute", their true name is So Cute?

Yep!

Anonymous said: Since a Therewoof's true name can be something like "cutie pie" or "dingus", does their name have to be spoken with "intent" for it to doggo-fy them? Or do they just have to live with the reality that any casual conversation/flirting can make them lose up to a month to Doggy Mode? My mom has little terrier dog named "Sweetie" so that got me thinking 'bout Therewoof names. & Anonymous said: here's a good question: If someone says a therewoof's true name, but not reffering to them, does it still affect them?

Just saying it will do! It’s based on those old werewolf stories where calling out the person’s name will change them back into a human/cure them, and a lot of the time it was by accident.

(My favorite is the one where they slam the door on the wolf’s tail and then say his name, and the dude ends up with a wolf tail for the rest of his life.)

Anonymous said: Would Seeing eye Therewoofs be a thing?

I... guess? Probably? Since regular dogs can turn into woofs, yeah. You might have to start paying em once they turn into a person tho. 

Anonymous said: Was ChalkZone ever an inspiration for you? Because I just love the silly world of ChalkZone and I noticed getting that same warm feeling when thinking about Edgeworld.

Maaaan, I wish. I’ve only seen about three episodes or so, but it seems really fun!

Anonymous said: So I saw your mimic post, and even though I don't think I've seen any other of your art before I was absolutely HAMMERED with an indescribable sense of slightly unsettling strangeness and comfortable familiarity. Your art feels like something from like, an old point and click computer game I would have had formative memories of before accidentally losing or scratching the disc therefore making me unsure if it ever REALLY existed. Sorry for being weird but I love the wacky nostalgia feel here

Aaaaaah, THANK YOU! That is SUCH a cool comparison and I appreciate!!!

Anonymous said: If the Edgeworld is based on cartoons then is there a Reverse Edge-world that’s based on anime?

Lol, I mean I DID have an anime phase for a while there, so...

caydebug: Man I’d love to see this as a cartoon some day

Honestly, same. Best you’re gonna get is the occasional animatic or gif, tho.

Anonymous said: Does anyone..."go" in Edgeworld? or is it like Pleasantville where bathrooms exist but there are no toilets in them because acknowledging it is yucky?

Oh god I keep getting asked this and have been avoiding it like the damn plague. But... Uh. No. No they do not. I am begging you all not to send any followup questions.

Anonymous said: Have you considered putting computer viruses or illnesses in with the buggymen? Since those are typically called ‘bugs’

Sure!

Anonymous said: are there any limits to what an Animimic could posess? i.e if they were in a costume of a Buggieman with multiple arms, could they control all of them? what about a small Mousefly costume? can multiple fit into one costume like a clown car? and what about in pitch black darkness, where you can only see the lights of their eyes and not their bodies? could one fit inside the pocket of a jacket you are wearing and help you steal things/wield a gun like a living turret?

Since clothing fills into the body type of the intended wearer, they would indeed be able to control all arms/legs in buggieman clothes.

Size restrictions is one of these things I wanna try to be vague about: I personally have been imagining them sticking to hiding in things no smaller than, um. Maybe imp sized, but really, whatever. It’s a cartoon eyeball critter!

You can put multiple animimics in one outfit!

They can move around just fine in darkness without being off screen, yeah!

And sure why not. lol

Anonymous said: I know you have been asked this once before, and you said nah you don't, but with a few more months of worldbuilding, do you have an idea for what could be down the edge now? 🤔

Not really! It’s not super important, honestly. I’d say any fan theory is about as valid as anything else I can come up with.

ps2polpo: I doubt you’ll ever elaborate on The Edge but I like to imagine there’s just one dude there like the Nowhere Man from the Yellow Submarine movie. Mostly cause the thought of someone accidentally winding up there being like “where am I?” And there’s just a guy casually waving at him like a friendly neighbor is funny to me & Anonymous said: The implication that the Edge is the physical manifestation of edginess so there’s probably like, Trevor Henderson monsters hanging out down there.

See above question! Valid! I also accept falling forever, getting erased from existence, ending up in another universe, getting stuck in limbo with thousands of other people, whatever you want, really!

Anonymous said: " he has very few bones and weighs basically nothing, " "Fastball special" trope, but with Leo?

YEET THE NASTY MAN

Anonymous said: did you ever watch dragon tales as a kid? because george and margaret make me think of murderous zak and wheezie from that show, and i love it to bits

I did not, but I would have loved it. Definitely up my alley!

(watched Quest for Camelot a loooot, though!)

Imma go ahead and stop here! There’s more but I’ve been writing for well over an hour and I have things to do. If your question is missing I’m either saving it for later, wasn’t entirely sure how to answer, or it’s spoilery.

Will probably do another one of these at some point!

[4homiesfilm]

5 Things - Devin 

April 9, 2021

And so it begins…

Well, I’m missing you all a ton right now, wishing I wasn’t back in shitty, smelly, stinky New York but still on the lake, ripping an apple bong, and trying to shimmy. Anyway, here are 5 things inspiring me right now, that I want to share, and hopefully some of my excitement and inspiration will rub off onto you...

1. “Films aren’t just for telling stories — they should create an impact that encourages other people to make work.” -Mati Diop. 

This wasn’t intentional, but in many ways this may just be the perfect quote to kick off this little weekly experiment of ours. This is what I want to do in general, with each film I make, but it’s especially relevant to the film we started making on this trip. Like I said the night we delved into the dark depths of how hard life has been the past year or more: we can help each other, and we can do so by inspiring one another. Mati is the perfect symbol of this for several reasons. When I first saw Atlantics, a little over a year ago, it made me think of Alisa and her style, particularly her Cuba doc. Both those films moved and inspired me in strangely similar ways, and so I had to tell her to watch it. I think it’s safe to say that Mati’s film also inspired Alisa, and then she urged all of us to watch it last weekend, and the excitement was then spread through all of us. This is so cool to me, and gives me so much creative energy. I could say so much about the film itself, and all the different aspects that moved me and blew me away, but just this rippling impact that it had on all of us makes me so happy. However, one of my favorite aspects is the music, so I will add this quote from Mati as well (which is from the same article, linked just below the quote): 

“Fatima is by far one the best musicians and artists of my generation and embodies the music of my time. I chose her because I wanted the music of the film to bewitch the audience like a djinn [genie] would, she also has an understanding of the complex geopolitical landscape of the film. My [way of telling stories] is fed by a lot of different references — European Gothic and the romantic movement, as well as my African and Muslim heritage — so I think the film is really a strange aesthetic combination. Fatima and I have a very similar hybrid culture.”

The full interview: https://www.vogue.co.uk/arts-and-lifestyle/article/mati-diop-interview

2. Lee Chang-dong (aka... Director Dong) 

Wow, he has been such a profound source of inspiration for me these past few weeks. Each film of his we watched - and for Thomas and I it was three, yes three damn films! That’s like half his filmography! - had something different and new that blew me away, whether it was particular moments or something larger, something deeper pulsating underneath the surface. This interview he did after Burning’s release is fantastic, and these are the quotes that particularly stuck out to me: 

“To me it seems that films these days are becoming more and more simple, and the audience seems to desire simpler stories. Of course, films sort of shape the desires and the demands the audience makes, so I kind of wanted to go against this trend and see if a film can sort of throw endless questions at the audience. Endless questions about a larger mysterious world. This film is the result of that experiment.”

“[Hae-mi is] also the only character in the film who persistently pursues the meaning of life. The moment she disappears, I wanted the audience to sort of feel her absence and ask themselves what she represents and has been searching for — her presence in this film is very important, even when she's not there. The dancing in this scene really signifies her entire presence in the film.

When she's dancing the Great Hunger dance, searching for the meaning of life and really seeking true freedom, you see her doing that dance surrounded by both the lies and natural beauty that we live in. The scene being set during sunset, you see light and darkness co-existing, and you see the moon in the sky and you also see the grass swaying in the wind, you see the livestock, the farm and, of course, the Korean national flag, which symbolizes politics. You see all these elements that represent aspects of our lives — even the Miles Davis tune. I thought that through this scene I could portray and combine all of these elements together in the most cinematic way possible, so that the audience can really feel the potential of cinema as a medium and the unique aesthetics of cinema. So from the beginning to the end of the scene, I didn't want it to feel like it was directed or staged; I wanted it to feel as if we were able to capture this slice of life very coincidentally, and to capture Hae-mi's pursuit of freedom.

...The moment I thought of this image was when I first knew I could make this story into a film.”

Full interview: www.hollywoodreporter.com/amp/news/oscars-interview-lee-chang-dong-burning-1167869

3. Tsai Ming-liang. It makes me so excited that What Time Is It There? connected with Thomas the way it did, because this guy is one of my absolute favorite filmmakers. Watching that film was so inspiring and such a great way to end the trip, because it made me so hopeful about the future, and all its possibilities. In so many ways, Tsai makes the films I want to make. You all have to watch Rebels of the Neon God and Vive L’amour. Here is a quote by Tsai which is so similar to how I think about the films I make:

“When I was younger, I wanted to be a painter and I have always enjoyed looking at paintings. Viewing a film is admittedly a different experience from viewing a painting, but in my films I am continually trying to develop an experience for my audience similar to that of viewing a painting. I am more like a painter who is using the language of filmmaking than a storyteller who is using the medium of film.”

And here is Tsai talking about his star and muse Lee Kang-sheng, his star and muse who has been in every one of his films, which I also find so fascinating and, again, inspiring: 

“It’s not about a face being pretty; it is about how you frame it. The reason that I always cast Lee is his face. His face inspires me to look at film in a different way. Thinking about it, over my twenty-year career in feature films, it was never about the story, it was about filming Lee. 

[His face] evoked a particular sensation that touched me deeply, while the professional actors that I auditioned did not touch me as much. Ordinary faces, and ordinary people, tend to leave a stronger impression on me. When I chose Lee to be my actor, there was a lot of criticism. People complained that he did not have the face of a star. He wasn’t big or muscular. Yet, what deeply touched me was precisely this sense of ordinary-ness in his appearance. He was natural. Lee’s appearance in my films actually changed the whole path of my development as a filmmaker away from standard, industrial-style films and in another direction. 

As we have continued to collaborate, Lee has aged and his body has changed a lot. Usually in the film industry, when an actor ages and changes, the director will get a different actor to perform. Rather than choose that path, I chose to accept these changes and to allow the audience to watch as someone gets old and sometimes gets sick. I am using the changes in the body of Lee to have a conversation with the world. He will always be my actor. Using Lee throughout my career has been a kind of constraint because I could easily have used other professional or “star” actors. Placing this constraint upon myself was an active choice: a choice that was not driven by market forces but by what I wanted to achieve in my films.”

Here’s the full article: 

https://www.cineaste.com/fall2019/painterly-poetics-tsai-ming-liang-and-lee-kang-sheng

4. Our film, which I’ll be posting many stills from in the coming days/weeks, but for now, here are these three. 

It felt so good to be working on something new with all of you, and just be in that process, and see what comes out of it. I think we got some really exciting stuff, which I have to now go through and explore, but just the act of filming it and working together put me on such a high. Particularly that first night, when we got the blue shots of the lake (the boat going by, the green light of the other dock turning off) and then filming Thomas eat the enchilada...I get a specific creative rush when filming something that feels so exciting and new, and it’s a rare feeling, and I felt it then, and in other fleeting moments while filming for those days and nights. This is just the beginning...

5. Planning our next trip. Whether it be a road trip or just another week or so at the lake, I just want to be together again.

[sunshine-shitposts]

ALRIGHT. First selfship piece is going UP. I got some big inspiration from @amethystsoda and @dongiovannaswife so like... love you guys 💖💖 no stinky vampire man... yet. Hoping to get the next part up within the next week.

Dust in the Wind—Part 1

It had been a while since Jotaro had been to the Dallas Speedwagon Foundation Headquarters, and it had since moved locations to outside downtown… somewhere.

It was a damn pain if you asked him.

Dallas was a mess to move around in; you were better off on foot, since there were so many one-way streets. His grandfather had explained, the first time that he had brought his grandson to the Foundation in Dallas, that it was probably because car size in America outgrew the more narrow streets that Dallas began with. Jotaro himself didn't really understand it until he saw for himself: Texans loved big cars. There was an astonishing amount of pick up trucks here, compared to other places he'd been.

He wasn't very familiar with Texas, he had to admit. He'd visited Galveston and Corpus Christi more often for marine work, though he had to admit to himself that they weren't his favorite places in terms of the ocean; this side of the coastline of the Gulf of Mexico tended to have a lot of sediment in its water. When he stayed at a house in a place called Crystal Beach for a while, he remembered how searching for hermit crabs with a colleague was rather annoying due to the brown murkiness of the water.

The houses on stilts were quite novel, though.

...That was enough reminiscing.

Jotaro huffed, figuring he could just go to the old location to ask for assistance—it was still being used by the Foundation despite it not being the main building anymore—when a bright voice floated through the air.

"Hey, mom. Y'got everything?"

"Yes, but it's a lot, you know, they turned in projects… can you open the trunk?"

"'Course, no problem. Gimme a sec…"

Jotaro looked up from his map, seeing a young woman helping her mother begin to load several large rolled up cardboard tubes into the back seat of a small blue hatchback.

The woman was dressed comfortably, a boon in the blossoming Texas heat, with a black wide-brimmed hat and minty-colored sunglasses and a lazy smile on her face. She couldn't have been more than an inch over five feet, and her wavy purple hair fluttered in the wind. What didn't look conducive to staying cool were the dark, full-length leggings under her jean shorts or the knee-length, full sleeve knit cardigan, but he knew what it felt like to have a comfort jacket. Her mother, several inches taller than her, was well (albeit colorfully) dressed with a lanyard and ID swinging around her neck, and a mobile folding cart filled with books, folders, and cardboard tubes. The mother's hair, a light silvery-blonde that fell around her shoulders, made Jotaro wonder if they were actually related, but he admitted to himself that stranger things do happen, and hair dye did exist.

Jotaro hummed to himself and looked back at the map as a gust of wind between the tall buildings sent papers scattering, the mother crying out in dismay.

"Sunnie–!!"

"Don't worry mom, I got it."

Jotaro watched the paper of his map flutter suddenly and unexpectedly, swooping in the opposite direction that it had been previously. It was such a sudden change that Jotaro looked back up from the map, only to see all the papers floating through the air to finally gather into the young woman's outstretched hand.

"I'll never ever understand how you can do that," the mother said, her voice equal parts thankfulness and bafflement, "And I don't think I ever will."

"You keep saying that, y'know," her daughter laughed, easily hefting the heavy folding cart into the trunk of her car.

"I know!! But it's true, it's like magic! But real!!"

Jotaro focused his gaze on the young woman.

Stand users are drawn to each other.

When the two women were nearly finished loading all of the mother's things into the car, he approached them, trying to relax his intense demeanor as much as possible. The woman's mother reminded him a lot of his own, and he didn't want to frighten her.

"Excuse me," he asked, fishing around in a pocket inside his coat to pull out his notebook. The two women turned to look at him, the mother's eyebrows raising as she made an 'oooh' noise. Her daughter's expression, however, was completely unreadable behind her large sunglasses, but Jotaro felt her gaze. Her carefree attitude had suddenly disappeared, and he knew that she was likely sizing him up. He wondered if she, too, felt the same weird restlessness in her own chest. "I was wondering if you could tell me how to get here," he continued. Her mother leaned in to see the address written on the notebook's page, then lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Sunnie! He's asking about the Speedwagon Foundation!"

Immediately, the daughter seemed to relax, looking at the page as well. "Oh, no shit?" After another second, her eyebrows rose above her sunglasses. "Oh! No shit!!"

"You know of it?" Jotaro asked, putting the notebook back into the chest pocket.

"Know of it? I'm heading there, after I drop mom back off at the house," the younger woman laughed, extending her arm for a handshake. "I'm Sunnie Green, recently employed by the Foundation. Good to meet you, Mr…?"

"Jotaro Kujo," he replied, accepting the shake and subsequently drowning her small hand in his own. Her shake was strong and firm and confident in a pleasantly unexpected way.

The second he said his name, though, a wry grin broke out on her face.

"No fuckin' way," Sunnie said, surprised, "I have heard some stories. Good to meet you in the flesh. Foundation's been expecting you."

Jotaro grunted. He knew that after his 'trip' to Egypt all those years ago, people at the Foundation liked to gossip about him, and he had hoped that those tales and rumors had died down, but it seemed that they'd persisted. He wondered if they'd only gotten more wild with time. "Well. That aside, if you could point me in the right direction, it would be much appreciated."

"Well, uh, it's not quite in Dallas anymore? It's a bit away from here, so uh…" Sunnie trailed off, her face scrunching up in thought.

"Sunnie," her mom stage-whispered, "Sunnie, you should drive him there."

"Huh-whaa?" Sunnie looked at her mom, eyes wide, then nodded like a lightbulb went off over her head, crossing her arms and grinning, "Yeah!! Yeah, that just makes sense. That makes so much sense!!"

"That won't be necessary–" Jotaro began, but Sunnie shot him a confident grin.

"Don't be silly! This is the perfect solution. It's late in the day, getting a taxi or rideshare there will cost you money you don't need to spend, I mean come on. I'm right here, dude. I gotcha." The smaller woman laughed and put the final bag of papers in the trunk of her car, shutting the door. "I'm not taking no for an answer. And mom?" she looked at her mom expectantly, who smiled widely.

"I'll sit in the back!" She beamed before looking back up at Jotaro, "That way you don't have to sit with all the projects."

Without giving him the chance to offer otherwise, Mrs. Green made her way to the back seat, opening the door and getting in. Jotaro breathed a quiet sigh, gathering himself before he walked to the front passenger's door and opened it. He did not miss Sunnie's triumphant smirk before he ducked inside. To his surprise, it was actually roomy inside the small car. At least, roomy enough to be comfortable for him. There was some music softly playing over the speakers and a water bottle in one of the cupholders, and dangling off of the rearview mirror were some small pom poms and repurposed cell phone charms, several of them Pokémon. In a little storage area under the main console, he saw a lanyard with an ID decorated with the Speedwagon Foundation logo on it.

Sunnie got in the car as well, buckling up and shifting out of park, turning smoothly into the street when it was safe. 

"I'm excited for you to go to the new Foundation Headquarters, Mr. Kujo," Mrs. Green chirped, hands patting her bright red jeans excitedly, "Some of my former students helped decorate the interior! I'm very proud of their work."

"Mom's an interior design professor," Sunnie laughed, "Used to get hired for private homes and hospitals and stuff. There was that one home on White Rock with the spiral staircase? Fucking dope."

"I still talk to them," her mom said airily, "Sometimes I stop by for cookies."

Jotaro didn't quite know how to respond. The two women were very open and friendly and it was making him feel… strange. Was it just a Texan thing in general? Joseph had once mentioned 'Southern Hospitality'. Then again, who could say? The old man liked to talk for the sake of talking sometimes.

He caught a minute glance from Sunnie, who then leaned her head back, a lazy grin on her face.

"So mom, what're all those projects in the back?" She asked, "No balsa wood models this time? That was a nightmare to transport."

"But those were group projects and they were light weight! These plans are deceptively heavy and there are so many–"

As Carol rambled on about the projects sitting around her, Jotaro found himself happy that Sunnie seemingly sensed his discomfort and acted on his behalf to divert her mother's attention. He zoned out, his mind stuck on the impending meeting—one that he had never imagined he would have to have, and one that was admittedly making him feel a little sick in his stomach.

The red brick house they arrived at was in a quiet little subdivision about 40 minutes in traffic away from Downtown Dallas, lined with large trees and with a nice pond. The houses were all two stories, most driveways accessible from the street, and the summer warmth and ample sunshine had the lawns dotted with flowers of many colors. Sunnie parked the car in front of the pebbled sidewalk to the house, and the large dark blue front door opened. A salt-and-pepper haired man with a moustache walked out, wearing an old shirt and jeans and carrying a duffle bag. Sunnie and Mrs. Green got out of the car, and Jotaro decided to get out as well.

The man, presumably Mr. Green, seemed surprised. "I doubt one of your students turned him in," he laughed nonetheless. Mrs. Green giggled.

"No, no! He's with the Foundation!" Mrs. Green explained, and her husband rolled his eyes.

"I was kidding, Carol," he said, voice deadpan. Sunnie snickered.

"We found him looking for the new campus downtown, so I offered to take him there. Speaking of, we gotta get this stuff outta the Spaceship so we can head out," Sunnie turned to Jotaro, "This won't take too long–"

"I'll help," he told her, "Least I can do."

Sunnie paused, pursed her lips, and nodded.

With four sets of hands, unloading took no time at all, but Jotaro once again noted that Sunnie seemed stronger than her smaller size let on. At the end of it, her dad handed her the duffle bag, which she tossed in the back seat.

"See you in a few days," she said, hugging her parents, "Don't get too wild without me around."

"Darn. We'll have to cancel that crazy party," her dad grinned, and she smacked him on the arm.

Jotaro got back into the car with Sunnie, and she drove them out of the subdivision.

"…Do you live with your parents?" Jotaro asked, a sudden burst of curiosity getting the better of him. Sunnie looked at him out of the corner of her eye for a brief second, then turned her gaze back to the road as she flipped on her turn signal.

"I left my husband recently," she said, smoothly turning onto the service road, and Jotaro suddenly felt incredibly awkward, "Got out of the apartment as fast as I could. Grabbed a few things, said goodbye to the dog, and fucking split. It was really sudden, and since I don't have that much money to my name and my husband currently is in control of my finances, living with my parents is easier. I'm actually in my childhood room right now, when I stay at the house." She laughed dryly, merging onto the turnpike.

"Mm," Jotaro simply responded, and Sunnie laughed.

"It's not weird, dude, come on. Chill," she said, passing a particularly large eighteen wheeler and switching two lanes to the left, "I mean, it's kinda weird. But it's fine. I don't mind. I've heard a lot about you from some of the other employees already, I think it's fair that you know about me, if just a little." She looked at him briefly, eyes twinkling. "You're kind of a hot topic at the Foundation, you know."

Jotaro shifted in his seat and looked out his window.

"Which brings me to an important point," she continued, "I know why you're here."

Immediately, he looked back at her, eyes narrowing. That was supposed to be need-to-know information.

"I'm a Liaison for the Speedwagon Foundation. That's my official title, but I have a very specific job, and he is why you're here."

"You mean you–"

"Yes, and I'm aware of your history with him. Well, with the one from here." Her finger tapped the steering wheel pointedly. "I know you don't like him, that you have reason to not like him, and I know you won't like this one. But I'm imploring you not to start shit with him when you see him, okay? I've told him not to start shit with you so, you know, if you would be so kind."

Jotaro audibly gritted his teeth. This was just his fucking luck, running into that bastard's babysitter. "What makes you think he'd listen to you?" He growled.

"I don't know? He's been cool with me so far." She snorted. "I mean, he's an absolute piece of work, but it's been alright. No worse than teaching a class full of preschoolers can get on a bad day, but I did have to… establish that I can take care of myself against him."

"And how did you do that?"

"I stole his air," she said simply, "Made it impossible for him to breathe."

"Have you ever done that before? To someone else."

Her mouth fidgeted, eyes unreadable. They passed under the tollway in silence, broken by soft, ghastly wind chimes as a shimmering turquoise hand with a swirling wing shape on the wrist partially manifested on her shoulder, squeezing lightly before vanishing.

"You'll have to buy me a few drinks before I talk about that." Her voice was short, clipped. "I'm sure you have similar unlockable content you don't talk about otherwise."

It was a weird way to put it, but she was right. He did.

So he dropped the subject, looking back out the window.

"By the way, Catherine—Mrs. Gupta, rather—is here today, too," she said, tone easily switching from icy and guarded to light and airy, "She's the Regional COO, though I'm sure you know that. I'm told that she's the one who contacted you, after all."

Jotaro did not feel like answering. He didn't know what to say.

Sunnie merely glanced at him again, grinned to herself, and kept driving.

After Sunnie showed her credentials and pulled through the gated entrance of the new Dallas Speedwagon Foundation HQ, Jotaro let his eyebrows raise in surprise.

The previous location, having been built when Robert E. O. Speedwagon himself had struck black gold in Texas, was (while large) old, and it showed in its architecture and the relative closeness of the buildings. This, however, was a sprawling, modern campus with green spaces and fountains galore.

"We've got seven buildings here, but we'll be heading to the main one. Explore later if you'd like," Sunnie explained easily, searching for a parking spot. "I may be a… honestly kind of critical Subject Liaison, but I still don't have a dedicated parking space. That's fine, however," She lifted her finger and grinned, the sound of windchimes clinking in the air as her Stand fully manifested: lithe, vaguely robotic, feminine, and lined with light turquoise and shimmery silver. The face was mostly featureless and smooth like a plain mask, save for two large and sleek wing-like shapes on the sides, and two calculating but blank amber eyes. "We'll have her take care of this for us."

The Stand wiggled its fingers excitedly, then zoomed out of the roof of the car, unimpeded by the physical barrier. Jotaro watched, blank faced, then asked what could have been considered a very personal question.

"What's it's range?"

"Dust in the Wind's most powerful up to about six to nine feet from me, but she can and will travel quite far." That's… two to three meters, Jotaro translated in his head. "The further she gets, the less effective she is, but she's curious. She likes looking for things."

Jotaro huffed out the barest hint of a chuckle, remembering his time in jail before his trip to Egypt—how Star Platinum had brought him toys, beer, and reading materials in an attempt to placate him.

"I thought up this little tactic in college, since parking was shit there. It was cut-throat, honestly, so Windy helped scope out all the good spots." The Stand swooped down in front of the car and began nodding and pointing, motioning for them to follow. "Oh fuck yeah, it's a good one," Sunnie said happily before following as her Stand danced through the air in front of them, gracefully carving through the air. "She's playful. That's how I, uh, originally met… you know."

Jotaro looked at her, slightly confused. "Your Stand found him?"

She nodded, rounding a row of cars. "You know that weird feeling we got when we saw each other? How Stand users just kind of… know when other Stand users are around? I felt that when I first came here. She immediately jumped out and disappeared to find the source and found, well, him. Then he demanded to see the user, and bam," She shrugged, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, "We met."

Jotaro found himself grimacing at the mention of that man demanding anything and getting it. That piece of shit didn't deserve fuck all, in his opinion.

"Ah! There," Sunnie mumbled, pulling into a spot a row away from the front sidewalk. "She was right, it is good."

As she turned off the car and they both stepped out, Windy flew back to her user, nuzzling her face and disappearing. Sunnie grabbed her backpack and duffle bag from the backseat and they headed down the large sidewalk, lined with magnolias and sparkling water features.

"The old Speedwagon Foundation buildings are actually currently used for housing… supernatural objects. Like Stands tethered to items, fragments of pillars… there's this weird broken sword there that apparently possesses people, but when it does it just begs to be fixed," Sunnie rambled, shoving a hand in her long cardigan's pocket. Jotaro had to catch a breath, recalling that fight where Polnareff had indeed been possessed. That thing was here now? "This facility does a lot of R&D, field agent training, the like. Dallas has a lot of big companies around so they have some good deals, like with TI and stuff."

"You know a lot for someone who hasn't even been here for four months," Jotaro mumbled, glaring at the small woman. She glanced at him with a lazy smirk, the frog bell on her decorated backpack jingling softly as she walked next to him.

"I actually used to be in politics. Handled VAN data in my last campaign, but my strong suit was research. Following the money, making connections, y'know, all that mess," she said, tone light, "I know my way around things. Donor lists, requesting things under the FOIA, the like. I wanted to get a good picture of the Foundation before I thought about working here. And the rumors about their involvement in… supernatural matters interested me."

They walked through the large sliding glass doors into a cooled, busy lobby, shiny and sleek and new. Reflective surfaces, swooping centerpieces, statement greenery… it was impressive. What Jotaro did not appreciate was the eyes he felt on him the second he had walked in and the whispers that he knew were dancing around.

"Oh, Miss Green?" a receptionist pipped up upon seeing her, "And Dr. Kujo, oh!" The young man quickly patted down his curly chestnut hair, "I wasn't expecting you to–a-arrive together, huh. Well, Mrs. Gupta is waiting for you."

"Thanks, Mikel," Sunnie smiled, waltzing past the desk and towards a central elevator. Jotaro nodded his head slightly to the nervous young man as he continued to follow the smaller woman, stepping into the elevator. Sunnie leaned down (she didn't have to go too far) for a retina and thumb print scan, and the doors closed, the elevator smoothly starting up. They rode in silence, until the doors opened to a series of sterile white hallways.

"We're well underground, so you know," Sunnie mentioned as they began walking again. "It's easier to keep him down here with no threat of sunlight. The trick is that these lights outside his suite have a bit of UV in them. Sort of like how they keep the Pillar Man in D.C.," she informed him as they took a left, walking towards a large white double door. "Remember," she said pointedly, "No fights."

She leaned in for another eye and hand scan, and they passed through a short hall and through another sliding double door.

The first thing Jotaro saw in this more lavishly designed room was a tall, lithe, dark skinned woman with close-shaven hair wearing a golden pencil skirt and a deep forest green satin blouse, and stilettos that easily brought her close to his own height. Her expensive-looking gold jewelry and hoop earrings seemed to glitter as she turned her head towards the door, and her glossy dark red lips split into a dazzling grin.

"Sunnie! I see you've brought our guest," she said in a low voice like honey, lightly accented and melodic.

"Yep! I'm surprised he fit in my car," the smaller woman chirped as she walked into the room, "You didn't mention how tall he is."

The woman held out a well manicured hand, which Jotaro shook. "My name is Catherine Gupta. I became the regional COO of the Dallas branch of the Speedwagon Foundation a few months ago. It's good to meet you, Dr. Kujo."

"Call me Jotaro," he said, glowering at the door beyond them, "I'm assuming that's where he is?"

Mrs. Gupta nodded. "These newer facilities have several suites, some aboveground, some underground, for various purposes, if needed," she said, "When he came to us, it just made sense to stick him down here, where he is both protected and contained."

"Throwing him in a blender would be preferable," Jotaro grumbled, and Mrs. Gupta laughed lightly.

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of the Joestars' history with him," she said, shaking her head a bit, "The Foundation has extensive files on what happened in Britain all those years ago, as well as what you and your group went through. I've reviewed all of these multiple times to understand the situation fully."

"Well if that's the case, why the hell was I only recently informed of… this??" He gestured to the door beyond them, far past trying to hide the venomous rumble in his voice.

She pursed her full lips, "I wanted to tell you sooner, and believe me, I did everything in my power to convince my then-higher ups to let you know, but they were determined to keep it a secret from you and any other members of the Joestar bloodline. I felt that keeping it from you, however, was a moral failing. So I simply took the power I needed to make this happen."

He had to admit, he was impressed. She had said it so matter-of-factly that one might mistake it for an easy task, but he was aware that it almost definitely wasn't. The roiling rage he felt building inside his chest simply from being in proximity to that piece of shit subsided somewhat. "You have my thanks, then," he said quietly, "Does the Don know?"

Having been quiet up until that point, Sunnie shifted and the little frog shaped bell charm jingled, her head cocking to the side curiously. Jotaro took this to mean that she was unaware of his family tree.

"I'm still working on clearing that. I'm sure you're aware that there are a few more hoops to jump through when it comes to navigating our relationship with Passione," Mrs. Gupta chuckled. Hearing the name of the infamous Italian mafia, Sunnie's eyes blew wide and she covered her mouth slightly to whisper, 'yooooooo, what the shit, my dude', before Mrs. Gupta shot her a knowing smirk. "You would have found out soon enough, Sunnie. Just keep it secret for now, especially from him," she looked in the door's direction, and the shorter woman nodded enthusiastically.

"You got it, boss," she said, grinning widely, "Is… is the Don of Passione is a Joestar?"

"Indeed he is," Mrs. Gupta nodded, and Sunnie nearly flailed, whisper-shouting 'yo what the SHIT' again, causing the taller woman to laugh, "Though, I'll let you in on that later."

"Dope," Sunnie giggled, before noticing a tupperware box on one of the tables. "Oh～? And this is?"

"Murgh makhani from Janpreet. He made extra," Mrs. Gupta said warmly, before shooting Jotaro a glance. "My husband," she explained as an afterthought.

"FUCK yeah, tell him I say thanks," Sunnie giggled.

"Will do."

Jotaro had mostly tuned the two women out, however; he was staring at the door, glowering. Mrs. Gupta and Sunnie shared a glance.

"Welllll, I know you don't like him, but here we go. Time to face the music, I guess?" Sunnie said as she turned, her long cardigan following behind her as she nodded her head towards the door. 

Mrs. Gupta raised an eyebrow at Jotaro, gesturing for him to go before her. He took a breath and turned to the door, steeling his soul and narrowing his eyes.

It was time to face Dio.

ゴゴゴゴゴ...

(Part 2)

[shingansoul]

Like an Excited Puppy

So i got bored and this started around 4am and i finished it around 6am, it’s basically an almost no plot fluffy piece of the kirkwall gang. Enjoy?

   In the seven or so years he had known Hawke, it had not really occurred to Varric how his interactions with the champion must come off to those outside Hawke’s inner circle.

       He had simply wanted to buy himself a new ring, a simple gold band to replace his last one which had been lost out at the coast on his last escapade. It just felt strange to be without one after having had one for so long. He felt more aware of the fact he had a ring since he lost the damn thing than when he actually wore it. He wasn’t prepared however for what the trinket vendor had to comment, it was idle gossip true, but rarely was Varric himself the one being spoken about.

       “Oh! So you’re finally going to tie down the champion then? An entrepreneur like you, with the status he holds I wouldn’t blame you. He’s just so smitten with you too, and in public! A good catch I say.”

       The woman continued on, her chattering not stopping for the audience’s reaction as she counted out the coin given to her before handing over the ring. Meanwhile, Varric was left spluttering, caught off guard for once and without a retort at all as he processed what had just been insinuated.

       “ Whoa, whoa, whoa lady, you think that..Me?..and Hawke? Sure the guy’s my friend, but we’re both already- and smitten? I think you’ve got it all-”

       He was cut off by a giggle from the woman who started this all as she held her hands up to calm him.

       “ You’ve nothing to prove to me, Ser Tethras, I had just assumed from how our champion is with you and all. My mistake.”

       She smiled placatingly, a laugh still on her lips as if to say she most certainly did not believe herself to be mistaken. The dwarf groaned, batting a hand at the air her way before shoving the ring on his finger and turning tail back towards Lowtown and to the hanged man. He pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling softly to himself.

       “Well shit Hawke, now look what you’ve got me dealing with.”

       “Oh? And what would that be Varric? If I’m getting on your nerves i’d think I'd be the first to know about it at least. Usually it’s on purpose!”

       The sudden low register and friendly banter gave for the Dwarf to start slightly, instantly relaxing at the sight of his friend and the current person of mind.

       “ Jeez, you’d think with all that armor i’d have heard you sneak up on me, i guess i’ll have to give Daisy’s twine to you and tie it to your belt like a leash. Sneaky bastard.”

       Hawke grinned wide, laughing loudly as he leaned down to wrap an arm around the Dwarf and rested his chin on the opposite shoulder, his cheek against Varric’s neck. He jokingly pouted, whining out between laughing, “Oh no! You wouldn’t leash up your favorite human in the world would you?”

       This only warranted him a light playful smack to the shoulder and a snort.

       “Nah, I wouldn't deprive the bar of it’s favorite dumbass, it’d be bad for business. Plus trying to put a leash on you is like trying to hold a greased nug, not worth the effort and you’ll escape anyhow.”

       Hawke’s grin was even wider than before, gleeful at his victory. He stood tall once more, excitedly thrusting his arms above his head before hopping a few steps ahead of the other man just to turn to face Varric once more. “ Hey Varric, wicked grace and drinks tonight at the Hanged Man? Yes,okay, great, i’ll go tell all the others and I'll see you there tonight, see ya!”

       With that, Hawke quickly placed a kiss on the Dwarf’s temple before running off like a sugar filled child, presumably towards the Keep given by the direction. Varric simple sighed with exasperation, shaking his head as he continued his walk back to lowtown before it struck him like a blow to the head.

       “Ah shit… I’ve gotten too used to it. That’s what she meant at the..”

       Resigned to his fate realizing he allowed what had started the rumor to begin with, he knew he’d never shake the rumors as long as Hawke still stuck around. Hawke was just too damn affectionate, and with those puppy dog eyes? Varric really had gone soft.

It was early afternoon when the young elf heard a firm knock at her door, though before she could even call out the sound of a key clicking in the lock and the door being opened was heard to reveal Hawke to be the visitor. He waved with his free hand as he pocketed the key before opening his arms wide. Merrill giggled and trotted over to him, standing on the balls of her feet to reach around his neck in a hug as he wrapped his arms around her waist and easily hoisted her up and twirled her a few times.

She happily allowed their little ‘routine’ greeting, always feeling welcome and comfortable around the excitable and affectionate man. She sighed as he put her down, stepping inside without further prompting while she herself rushed to clean off the table and chairs though they seemed clean enough already regardless.

“So! What can i do ya for, Hawke? You seem to be in a particularly bouncy mood. Sorry about the mess, but you know..”

He waved her off, opting to lean against the wall near the elf rather than sit down.

“Nonsense, your home is probably the cleanest of all our friends none alone the cleanest in Kirkwall. Even if it was as messy as Fen-Fen’s stinky old mansion, you know I'd still come to visit. Now,” he clapped his hands as if to draw attention before continuing, “ there’s going to be a big game of wicked grace between everyone at the Hanged Man tonight, and you just have to come.”

“Oh that sounds like so much fun! By everyone, do you mean everyone everyone or..?”

“Yes even Sebastian will be coming, he doesn’t know it yet, but he will soon and then he’ll be there. Champion’s honor!” As if to accentuate the gravity of the promise, Hawke stood in perfect posture with one arm to his chest in a salute of sorts. Merill gasped dramatically, putting her hands to her face and feigning amazement.

“Well if i have the promise and invitation of the champion, I simply have to go!” She giggled softly, covering her mouth with a hand daintily as she saw Hawke beam at her response.

“Besides, it’s been so long since we all got together like that, I feel like I've missed so much!”

Hawke hummed in agreement, nodding. He made his way towards the door, his gaze cast over his shoulder as he walked.

“Well then, i’ll see you there! I gotta run, i still have to tell the boys about tonight.” And with one last wave he stepped out and closed the door carefully behind him.

More often than one would expect, Sebastian found himself wandering through Darktown on his own, this particular trip having been to deliver some order forms of potions for the Templar forces. Though somehow he had wandered from the small bartering center all the way to just outsides Anders’  Clinic. It wasn’t intentional, but seeing the apostate himself waving off some patients with a few cats near his feet certainly set him at ease. Today was a good day, an Anders day, which lead the archer to greet him. Sebastian moved into the other’s view, calling out the others name in greeting as he approached. Anders gave him a tired look before stepping outside the clinic himself.

“Sebastian? What brings one of the Chantry all the way down here?” His tone wasn’t accusing, merely making small talk. A good day today was indeed.

“I was making a view supply orders is all and thought i’d come check in since I was local. I’ve been quite busy lately, how long has it been since we last spoke properly?”

There was a pause, Anders looked to the ground in thought before after a few more silent moments, “Three cats ago.”

There was no joking tone to his words, the genuine tone only serving to cause the Chantry brother to chuckle. “Anders, you’re telling me in around a month you’ve obtained...three cats?”

The man in question simply gave a blank look and a curt nod, opening his mouth to speak only to be cut off. “Andy! Sebastian! Perfect, just the two men i wanted to see!”

The two men turned to see their friend excitedly rushing over to them. Hawke smiled warmly, humming to himself as he reached out and grabbed one of Anders’ and Sebastian’s hands. He gently swayed his arms forward and back a bit, swinging both their arms in kind.

“ I hope you two weren’t busy, and if you were then consider your business officially pardoned for a day by the champion. Now with my weekly display of influence out of the way, tonight at the Hanged Man we’re all going to be playing Wicked Grace. Don’t worry, I know neither of you enjoy being drunk or like the cheap stuff the bar serves so I'll bring you some sweet wines to binge tonight.”

Hawke looked at the two men as if for applause, waiting to be gratified it seemed. Sebastian made to put up a retort but Anders caught him before he spoke. The apostate smiled, a look of tired defeat already adorning his face. “ Just let it happen, Sebastian. It’s easier, and it’s not as if you don’t like the company.”

The mage’s gaze drifted to the other man’s hand still firmly interlocked with Hawke’s as they spoke before raising an eyebrow inviting any argument to his statement. Sebastian heaved a sigh, more for show than anything, before nodding in submission.

“I guess I’m free tonight enough for a few games with you.”

Hawke released Anders only to now hold both hands around Sebastian's one, holding it to his chest as he radiated happiness it seemed. The raven haired man grinned wide and hugged the other, spouting a string of “thank you!” ‘s and with a firm slap to the back, he released him and turned to the other. Anders simply raised his arms up and out for Hawke to scoop him up into a hug, arms wrapped around the other’s middle, and then plant a soft peck on his cheek before putting him down.

“I’ll see you both tonight then. Sebastian, safe walk back to hightown! Anders, try and rest up before tonight you look dead on your feet. Oh! And give Ser Purr-cival a pet for me!”

The two waited until Hawke was out of range before looking at each other and exhaling in unison a breath they didn't realize they were holding.

“The man’s grip is like a bear, how can that be from such a cheery lad?”

Anders chuckled, shrugging before aiming a smug grin at the other. Sebastian raised an eyebrow in question awaiting explanation before chuckling to himself in mild disbelief.

“Oh for the love of the Maker, you ol’ fuddy duddy you.”

“What? I just respect a man who respects cats is all. Now im going to take him up on that advice for a nap until tonight, me and the nine cats will be in the back if you need me before then. Farewell.”

With that, the blonde retreated into the clinic locking the doors behind him and Sebastian began his trek out of Darktown before stopping abruptly, glancing back quickly from where he came.

“Wait, did he say he had nine cats?”

Evening had rolled around and most of the group had taken their place at the Hanged Man’s largest table set towards the back closest to the stairs leading to the lodgings floor. Varric sat at the tables head, going clockwise from him sat Merrill, Aveline, Sebastian, and then Anders with the next two seats left empty for the organiser of this little get-together and Fenris.

It hadn’t been too long since everyone started showing up, Aveline having only just settled in after her last shift on patrol. Most everyone had a drink of sorts, cheap grog for some, the promised sweet wine for others, and everyone had really just been playing catch up for the past hour or so. After insistence from Varric, Anders ended up with a bowl of sliced apples to munch on and his hair freshly combed through by Isabella after having being scolded for, “Actually being what the cats dragged in.”

Isabella had just risen to head towards the bar counter to order more before the expected duo finally walked through. Excitedly, everyone of the group called out or raised a mug in greeting, Hawke waved spastically from the doorway invoking a snort of amusement from the snowy haired elf beside him. Isabella, already up, ran at Hawke, no hesitation as she moved to jump up and at him. Quick to adapt, he grinned and caught her, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck as she gave him a kiss on the mouth. Fenris growled in disapproval and Hawke was quick to tap his fingers against her thigh, signalling for her to stop.

“Oh boo, I thought for sure I'd charm you this time for sure,” she whined.

Hawke barked a laugh before adjusting his grip to hold both her thighs to keep her securely in place.

“Alas, my dear pirate queen, i am but a man with only taste for one other to grace themselves upon me.”

As he spoke, Hawke exaggerated a partial swoon to lean his head back and onto the shoulder of Fenris who stood beside him through the whole display. Isabella and her perch alike both cackled loudly in response to the glare the elf sent them. Isabella loosened her hold after this, shimmying down to stand on her own once the other let go. They all made their way to the table, Varric already dealing cards and having ordered beers for the trio while they were carrying on.

They all laughed and played, the first two rounds going to Isabella and Merrill respectively. Even Fenris cracked a smile here and there and seemed visibly more relaxed. Hawke took stock of the two on either side of him, Fenris seemingly calm and relaxed with his surroundings and Anders who was fighting less in the game of cards and more with the fight to stay awake. So, Hawke simply placed a hand on Fenris’ thigh and asked as casually as one would ask for a napkin, “Mind if I borrow this?”

Fenris paused, glancing to him before shrugging and with a nod from his partner, Hawke laid across his side of the bench with his legs folded with knees together and his head and upper back on Fenris’ lap. Before settling in, He softly tugged at Anders’ coat, motioning to his legs and then a ‘come here’ motion. It took the tired Mage a few moments to connect the dots before he simply pulled his coat more around him and leaned on his side, his own head resting on Hawke’s knees.

“I do believe that puts Blondie out of the game and into a nap, Hawke.”

“Hawke, you do know i can see your cards now correct?”

A gasp. “Fenris! You’d never cheat off me, you love me!”

“ Mmm, i'm afraid that’s true. I suppose i won’t take advantage of you this time then at least.”

Hawke reached up, smiling, and ghosted hand hand over Fenris’ cheek.

“Aww, Fen-Fen, thank you, you’re so romantic when you want to be.”

At the pet name’s mention, the owner of the name knew what was to come, Fenris grimaced as the whole table erupted in laughter and questioning of the nickname. His ears reddened slightly in embarrassment, causing only louder uproar. As everyone jumped in to tease, save for the too far gone sleeping Anders, Varric took in the scene. Yeah, Hawke was an affectionate one alright with those close to him, but in the end Varric was glad and proud to say he was close enough to warrant being apart of all this.

Not towards anyone and without the groups notice, he glanced at Hawke and raised his mug slightly before downing his drink.

‘ To Hawke, champion of Kirkwall and of our hearts.’

[jfastereft]

"A TRINITY OF EASTER BONNETS* - FOR THE NEWLY RESURRECTED!?"  Easter Sunday: April 21, 2019 [Monday!   in Australia!!]

 "NO, IT'S NOT!" a poem  a.k.a.: "You Mean It's NOT Halloween?  Oh, That's Why!"

 "'No, it's-NOT-Halloween!-It's-EASTER!!'    "Oh, sorry, that-must-be-why,

There-hasn't-been much spooky-candy  in-The-Store, as-I've-wandered-by,

And Dracula's teeth (generally-a-good-seller) are-half-price-off-on sale,

While little Bunny-People-are-out, wig-gl-ing their tail[s]!

And The Zombie Crawl's unusual, for it's-being done with a cross!

Dang! I-really-missed-it-this-year! But it's-not a total loss!?

 Yet, it-explains-a-lot, for, in October, when-I-really-thought-it-was-Easter,

I got no eggs-and-one-girl-was-annoyed, when-I-taped-a-tail-on-her-keister,

But, eventually, she-dressed as a bunny      and shook it pretty well!

Dang it!  Yeah!  I-wonder - if I will go to H - L L -

For mixing-up these holidays, in such an-unrighteous-fashion!

I've missed the candy, and now my dandy     costume     I-can't-cash-in!!

 So, I-better-get-t'-thinkin'-'bout going to Church, [early] Sunday morning,

When Jesus was tri-um-phant, as-a-vampire, without warning!

LIVE FOREVER, BUT DON'T BITE TWICE,

'CAUSE YOU-ONLY-LIVE          FOREVER!           So-try-and-be-nice!

 THEY-say HE-had-some-candy though, when-he-came-out-from-The-Tomb,

But no one would approach-eth Him!  We're-so-cautious-from-the-womb,

Afraid that we might just-get-"bit," turned-into-Deathless-" Folk!"

They-all-thought-The-Resurrection [Thing]      must-be a-media-joke!

 Y'-know, just like Mich[ael] Jackson,     That Guy could really sing!

And-a-a-rou-ound-Hal-lo-ween,    He-was-The-Trick-or-Treatin'-King!**

 fin   <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYac9O3GYTM

* - or is that Sonnets?

** - King-Of-The-Chew, The Candy Chew, with-Chocolate-Mashes-and-lic-or-ice;

And He was real great at parties!  One word, Sweetheart: "FOOT-FE-TISH!"

  "THE WAY!" a poem, a.k.a.: "Party Hardy If You Want Your Lordy, Lordy To Wakey-Wakey!"  

 HE's risen!!   Dang, He's UP AGAIN,

Walking here, amongst all men!

'Tis-no "party trick," for The Son's Arisen!

The rock is rolled! It's-a-ROCK-&-ROLL-vision!

As Jesus Christ (That Guy's Alive),

As He steps from the tomb, He "takes a dive,"

In-the-flowers       over there,

And-when-He-looks-up,       there's HER stare!!

 With His face all dirty - and stinky too,

She sees Him there, &-says: "What-did-you-do,

With-My-Lord,     you garden-er?!"

And Jesus sees [that] He-can-fool-her?

 "Well, yes!" He lies; "I'm-the-land-scrape-designer,

But I did see Your Lord, OFF his recliner,

Walking-over-there - and-saying GOOD BYE!"

(But This Girl can-see The Glint in His eye!!)

 Since-Jesus-is-a-lousy-liar, She knew it was Him!

"Oh, Lord, [you're] such a kidder!"  and, although-proper-&-prim,

She-made-a-run-for-Him, and-He-said: "HOLD ON!

You've-got-[on]-your-"Sunday-Best," and-I'm-covered-with-lawn!

So, don't touch me now; I'll clean up pretty soon,

But - JUST GO-TO EVERYONE, & WE'LL FLY TO THE MOON!"

 "Well-NOW, take you time, Lord!  Everyone's mostly in jail!

They were celebrating YOUR WAKE!  I-will go-get bail!"

 Anyway!  That girl wasn't actually MARY!  Her-name was: Dory,*

(I just thought you-might be interested in getting The True[r] Story!)

 Anyway, eventually, Jesus DID "clean up" and He did realize,

WHY HE AROSE!!!   This-here's a big surprise!

You-see, it was REALLY because of the drunken orgy wake,

Because they all were drinking - and SHOUTING, for Goodness' sake,

And Jesus, dead and sleeping, must-have-heard-something-like this:

"A WAKE!  A WAKE!" and-it-must-have-filled-Him-with-[such]-bliss,

To-know-{that}-everyone-wanted-Him-to-wake-up, come-out-[of]-The-Tomb-&-party!

Strange, but true:     IF YOU-HAVE-A-WAKE, BE REAL HARDY,

For your exuberance can be infectious - and even wake The Dead!!!

And I got this from A REAL GOOD SOURCE!  It's-what-an-"ancient-text"-said!

 [And I've ALSO got some REAL-QUALITY, residential property, a-Florida-estate,

Nestled in some once-wet-land, and the-scenery is GREAT!

We can ALL live there, praising The Lord each day,

And PARTY HARDY, Lordy, Lordy!   It-is: THE JESUS WAY!         :) - Hooray!  OK?

 fin <3

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_krpSi8o1Qw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Lu41LulQos

* - Keep on swimmin'!

  "NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY!"  a poem   Easter Sunday!!

 That's right! Complainers love-to-complain, and-coughers-love-to-cough!

Another-Easter-Time-arrives where JESUS-WOULD-LOVE TO-GET-OFF,

Being-hung-UP-on-that-pole [AGAIN!] spending (I imagine) too-much time,

Suffering      and bleeding,         so churches-can-celebrate-and-pine,          

And think-about-and-focus-on           Their-Crucified-Lord, again,

Crying into their "GIVING cups," lamenting all their sin!

 We-are-the-soldiers, as before,    pulling-the-garment-of-The-Lord,

And we PLAY FOR IT - and laugh and sing, and hope we can afford,

A-lot-of-drinks, at-our-favorite-pubs, when we exchange THE garment;

Let's take our helmets from-these-spears - and plunge-[them]-into-this-varmit!

 With swords and shields and spears -        Let's have a bloody, good time,

And, if we're lucky, at the local bars,   we'll-commit-a-little-crime!

Some rapes and mutilations! Perhaps, a-young-girl-can-be-"groomed!"

I just-love-another-Sweet, Sweet Easter,   especially-as-HE-lies-"entombed!"

 And, then, after all the rapes and murders, we'll [REALLY]-celebrate-The-Season!

SUNDAY MORNING SURFACES! and things are calm!  The reason?

Every-one's passed-out or dead, but few of them are "giving!"  

And here comes Jesus, out-of-The-Tomb, Yes, sir!  He's really LIVING,

The-Good-Life, and-a-once again, He greets His friend named "Mary,

and He says (for-the-2000th-time), "I beg you, Friends; don't tarry!

FOR, I'VE DEFEATED 'SATAN,'       & I ' M PUTTING-HIS-FEAR-AWAY!

This is IT!  Welcome, Everyone!  to-a GLORIOUS, BRAND NEW DAY!

Where NOW there is no need to suffer!  You-don't-have-to any-more!"

He tells all this - to-the Disciples,    but Satan      will just snore,

Knowing that he's surely got - [another] 3 hundred, sixty five,

Days-to-convince EVERYONE(?) that-ANOTHER-Easter's-not-no-"jive,"

That-is THE WAY! The-Way-Of-The-World,    Of-This World of HIS:

"[Let's] just-keep-re-enacting  the-same-old    [liturgical]-Show-Biz!!!"

Until THE BLOODY END OF TIME - or-until someone gets wise,

Declaring-this,   that: "Heavenly existence       is HERE, before our eyes!"

 We need-not keep a-spinning - the same old Ritual Wheel,

For Jesus has declared [triumphant?]  His-ancient "Brave New Deal!"

We just need     to accept it,    and stop-all-this   being fooled,

BUT!!  We-DO love celebration SO MUCH     - and of-being-RULED,

By systems-of-government, and-medicine - and, of course, pompous-religion!

CAN'T WE DISCOVER? Let's open our eyes: THE DOVE IS JUST A PIGEON!

And-haven't-we-been-"pigeons," My Friends!  PIGEONS!? long enough?

Turning-over ALL our lives     to Demons, who-love-to "bluff,"

And say [that] They're "in charge - and they've got a REAL GOOD plan,

IT'S: THE SACRED! Yes, THE-sacred-STATUS QUO,   for-ev-ery  girl and man!

And - Let's just keep-on going -             down the same old road!"

 Will-we-always-bow-to-temptation?                You-know, we're often told:

"That PROS-PER-ITY (whatever THAT is)     is JUST AROUND THE CORNER!" Why-don't-we-stop and look-'round-there,     but NOT as some, poor mourner!

 Yet [everyone's-shouting] "No!    (pause) There-must-be-more-we-must-DO!"

 No, NOTHING MORE! just-NO-APOLOGIES, for-liking-to-EAT-&-S - R - W!*

 So, anyway!  Happy Easter AGAIN!  It's almost 6 A. M.!

Which is - time-to-eat-and-get-dressed-up - and-to-practice-another-AMEN!

And-when-you-go-to-church-and-sit-in-your-P'EW, counting-blessings in your life,

Remember, that   each-GOOD-Nazi         sat-with-his-good wife,

And they would sit there and worship -     for as many Easter morns,

As The World would allow!         While angels blew their horns!!    

 YET, HERE, DEAR FRIENDS, I DON'T SUGGEST - that-you-skip-Church-today,

But-you-should-know, It's-a-social-convenience!  So weigh what they-all-say!

TAKE GOOD ADVICE - and apply it,         with-what "free will" you got,

But don't buy in - to politics!   For LOVE's what Jesus sought!          :) - Happy Easter!

 fin  <3

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-ayuqk8Y20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=686k9qcmzkw

 * - Of course, now-The-Bible    don't say much -   'bout Jesus and the ladies,

But-He-ate-a-lot, for-THEY-called-Him-"A-Glutton," &-He-surely-did-like-babies!!

[totallycorrectfnafquotes]

tfc reactions and stuff

i managed to avoid spoilers up until now so i guess i’m reading/reacting to this let’s go

(spoilers below the cut)

chapter 1

“...where a clown’s painted face filled the screen, caught in a convulsive fit of laughter.” i don’t trust like that

“‘Did you already have this costume, or did you make it especially for the grand opening?’“ I REALLY DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

i don’t know who luis is but i like him

“... i need you to get your head in the game.” dang i don’t remember there being so much murder or robots in high school musical :/

HE KEPT THEODORE

JOHN DON’T YOU DARE THROW THEODORE AWAY

and i’m crying now

“She called my name.” FUCK

“When he found himself too far out, he would always take deliberate steps back to the shoulder, and it was always with a secret sinking disappointment in himself that he would do so.” o h :(

“‘And so does she.’“ WHOM?

what the fuck is going on

john stop being a bitter fuck and hang out with your friends

also what the fuck is going on

chapter 2

who the hell is this lady

i don’t trust her

john be nice to theodore

be nice to my son

is charlie possessing her own corpse

is this a michael afton scenario

“I was in this play about a horse.” carlton i would literally die for you

yea this ain’t charlie

john please do not call her “my charlie”

“I thought I was going to die.” yeah that’s not suspicious at all

“Those weren’t her eyes.” oh big fear

“Even breathing was strained and unfamiliar...” michael afton: yeah i know that feeling

random pain? michael afton: yeah i know that feeling

chapter 3

“Raise it a few more degrees.” UM

what the fuck is going on

“They will become more, just like you did.” BIG FEAR

okay john you’ve officially reached stalker levels

john are you accusing sammy of being a sleeper agent

“...as if it was all she could do to hold herself in one piece.” if this line turns out to be foreshadowing i swear to god

“...he heard the sound from theodore’s head again: the whirring and then the click.” oh no

okay i think i know where this whirring and clicking from theodore’s head thing is going and i don’t like it

at all

wait

rabbit head

oh NO

“...above them was a sign, in red and yellow neon letters: CIRCUS BABY’S PIZZA.” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

chapter 4

“Zombies vs. Zombies!” if that’s foreshadowing i swear to god

charlie panic ordering the same as john but failing to realize he hadn’t ordered anything yet is literally me on dates

“Honestly, I don’t even know what you saw in that girl-- selfish, scatterbrained, pathetic.” something doesn’t feel right here, scoob

this conversation turned from awkward to super fucking awkward dear god really quick

IS THE WOMAN WITH THE GUY WITH THE CANE JEN

I SWEAR TO GOD IF SHE’S JEN

is circus baby’s a cult

CLAY NO

chapter 5

“For Michael.” thank you i am crying again

“You mean it’s about Charlie.” nice job jessica you just summed up the novel and a good part of the games in one sentence!

“’It was the machine Charlie’s father built to kill himself.’“ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

what

what the fuck

what the fuck

oh

ohmy god

ohmygod

chapter 6

no don’t split up that’s how people die in horror stuff

make up your mind john. are you gonna call him dave, afton, or springtrap

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE CHARLIE ALONE IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU DUMBASSES

chapter 7

“’Am i not enough?’ ... ‘No, you’re not.’“ okay i know this woman is Definitely Evil but i feel bad for her now

john, jess, you two are literally being ten times too obvious

oh, a walkie talkie? this can only go well.

“Charlie was looking at him like he was prey.” oh fun.

JESSICA WHAT ARE YOU DOING

“Her bright orange hair was tied up in two pigtails on either side of her head...” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay but not-charlie is actually giving me chills. scott and kira, nice job there

oh fuck

chapter 8

it’s BABY TIME BITCHES

“Now I know that people are all fading, fragile, inconsequential.” well if you didn’t know she was a bad guy after fucking MURDERING AUNT JEN ATTEMPTING TO KILL CLAY AND KIDNAPPING JESSICA this line solidified it

i can literally hear heather masters speaking these lines

fuck off william you stinky bitch

jessica sweetie you’re doing great

“...because if that’s hell, there’s a hole at the bottom of it reserved for you.” JESSICA SWEETIE YOU’RE DOING FUCKING AMAZING

“Elizabeth!” ooooh name drop

“They’re still in there.” o h

chapter 9

“I have to get inside!” that sounds... familiar

“Yeah, it’s a good neighborhood, John. Nothing bad ever happens here.” carlton i missed you so much

“John sent me to help.” OH NO

okay so flirty femme fatale. cool

“I rushed into my last relationship and I almost ended up dead in a moldy fur suit.” bdshgdkgad

i’m not really sure that’s how reverse engineering works but dang if that wasn’t a cool way of escaping baby

chapter 10

“He’s been here long enough for those to heal...” william afton i am coming for your ass

chapter 11

“My only lasting instruction for you concerns the fourth closet.” ooo title drop

“...fill it with every kind of flammable thing and burn it to the ground...” seems like bear dad’s keeping with his whole fire thing

“’I’m the only you that matters.’“ shut up you bitchy metal scrapheap

chapter 12

“’It’s legal as long as you don’t pick any locks,’ he said. ‘Now be quiet so I can pick this lock.’“ guys i think i have a new favorite line

OF COURSE THERE’S A MIRROR MAZE

YOU CAN’T HAVE A CLOWN THEME HORROR NOVEL WITHOUT MIRROR MAZES

“’I kn-ow you’re in h-ere.’” oH?

IS IT MY BOY?

“The glitching voice had a strange, unsteady tone.” IS IT MY B O Y

IT IS MY BOY

FUNTIME FREDDY HAS JOINED THE PARTY

chapter 13

“Why do I have to be the leader? It’s bad enough when I’m just in charge of myself.” okay but big mood

MANGLE???

MANGLE I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU

M A N GL E

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

so like is the funtime foxy from sl now confirmed to be mangle or am i reading this wrong

scott and kira: mangle is a literal monster who can and will kill

me, pointing at mangle: good baby fox

scott and kira:

me, pointing at mangle harder: g o o d  b a b y  f o x

wow i can’t believe funtime freddy is fucking dead

press f to pay respects lads

chapter 14

“You’re so attached to something so... easily broken.” elizabeth you are literally the definition of a fucking villain

also one of your teammates was smashed to hell and back pretty easily what does that say about you

what

what the fuck

what the fuck is going on

chapter 15

“A boy in a black-and-white striped shirt...” oh?

“‘That’s our friend. He helped me find my puppy!’“ OH

all the missing children are gone now and i’m sobbing

chapter 16

“’Oh, please, I practically am a nurse...’” marla being a premed student makes you a future nurse, not a nurse now

in conclusion: everything hurts and i’m dying

[tranxendance]

Must-watch Super Best Friends LPs: A curated list

So, I tried to get a friend of mine into bestfriends when he was in active service and didn’t have much time to sit and watch youtube. While I think you should probably watch all of the bestfriends content, aint nobody got time for that, and there are certain LPs that are just better ones. Here’s a list of what I consider to be the best SBFP lets plays. There won’t be any ‘Matt’s toybox’ or one-offs, only full LPs.

Predator: Concrete Jungle - Originator of Jerry the Predator, the very first bestfriends OC. Also I really like the Predator so this trash game getting ripped to shreds by the anti-hype machine makes me feel good. https://youtu.be/0wF6r-JRTvQ

Eternal Darkness - The climax of the very first Shitstorm of Scariness. Genesis of the Insanity Shotgun, marking out about recognizing Metal Gear Solid voice actors, INSANITY EFFECTS and freaking out about the bathtub scare despite knowing it was coming. https://youtu.be/lYRVeFkTvCM

Silent Hill: Homecoming - First half of the Downcoming series. ‘MY HOUSE!’ ‘Why is the knife the best weapon? Just do knife combos to them, thats survival horror’ https://youtu.be/GLgN5WSiiX4

Silent Hill: Downpour - Second half of the Downcoming series. The first time I saw the guys play a game that was brand new at the time. Pat & Matt getting upset about the downturn of one of my and their favorite series. The famous Axe Throw that launched a career is in this one too I believe. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5ofoIeb8wI&list=PLAD720396A1870C8E

Resident Evil 2 - Earliest recorded footage of Pat’s stand CRAZY TALK where he claims to know a thing or be an expert and is proven unequivocably wrong. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Cgbuv3cB1Q&list=PLB8826287748EFE7C

Final Fight: Streetwise - What happens when you take a classic beat em up and try to make it cool and modern with lots of Slipknot music? It ages fucking poorly that’s what. ‘I got a receipt for my Tatsu’ ‘I’d like to return this shoryureppa’, Live footage of the bestfriends souls leaving their body in The Stiff boss fight, Some actually decent writing and lines such as ‘Feeling good about potentially feeling good’ which Matt will quote for years to come. https://youtu.be/HnRNyfzKLL8

Man vs Wild - Not so much a must-watch as it’s just the boys in their element, playing shovelware, deliberately failing QTEs to laugh at how pitiful it looks when you do, making fun of people’s accents, and much more. Indicative of the bestfriends style of sort of mst3king videogames. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1NGPAOrE80&list=PL57hJfweW_2s2jyxas78kIib9M3jGduU8

Heavy Rain - The very first game played in the Sadness trilogy. ‘Oh no, I made ze bad game’, more fucking up of QTEs when it’d be funny, Detective Shelby’s PI Gumball technique after shooting thirty rounds out of a handgun without reloading, FUTURE GLASSES, and other classics. Woolie will play this himself on a livestream, many years later, which is also a good watch. https://youtu.be/Qe-SpjInztQ

Indigo Prophecy - The first game of the Sadness trilogy, though it was played later than Heavy Rain. Space kung-fu, zombie sex with a lady you barely know, your choices don’t matter!, Slagging off of David Cage intensifies. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YacYbUC_FmQ&list=PL57hJfweW_2sOt01sX9TtQRkzv5RS231f

Charles Barkley’s Shut Up And Jam: Gaiden - Seems to be originally selected as a ‘ha ha, we’re playing a bad and stupid game to laugh at it’ but then discovering it’s legitimately awesome despite being frankly ridiculous. If you can’t play the game yourself, this is a very good substitute. https://youtu.be/xNc9R1zfwM0

Beyond: Two Souls - The third game of the Sadness trilogy. David Cage creeping on Ellen Paige in real life and making her be naked in his game, E MO SHUNS, having feelings but not knowing where to put them, ‘I’ll be your Stand! ORARARARARARA’, Underwater chinese ghost base. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GA_VUoePgrc&list=PL57hJfweW_2ulXc25A-LxxHXMPqLOwrsf

Deadly Premonition - Swery65′s magnum opus, if only he could’ve put bicycles in the game. He totally didn’t watch Twin Peaks you guys. ‘QUIIIIIIINT!’, ‘Stinky agent’, radio fast travel stock tire screech sfx, monkey noise squirrels and a weird amount of attention paid to food. Matt named his pet cat Zach due to this game, so it’s an extra important part of the bestfriends lore. https://youtu.be/dsbfmIqP-H8

Disaster: Day of Crisis - Metal Gear Solid except the giant robots are natural disasters. Gotta get revenge on the volcano for killing my buddy. Eating watermelons while on fire. Don’t forget to take your stami-nas. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Sx8gqSjkMY&list=PL57hJfweW_2t-vHWWeqjY2SKH4vaqotZ6

Yakuza 4 - My first exposure to the Yakuza game series and actually a good starting point for people that don’t know anything about it. The hype, badassery, and hilarity in all its glory. Who’s ready for a shirtless fight on top of Millennium Tower? https://youtu.be/xOKx_79BEhY

Prison Break - More shovelware where they fail stealth sequences a million times, fail QTEs because it’s hilarious, and can’t show too much violence because it’s a T-rated game. https://youtu.be/TsjGGGSZabA

Resident Evil 4 HD - Get hype for suplexing priests, El Gigante, Doctor Salvatore, Isn’t that Mexican spanish not Spanish Spanish? Commando shit and the RE movie, Oops Ashley is dead again, Pat is bad at puzzles and crazy talk activates. https://youtu.be/qsazQp4VlI0

Silent Hill 2 - Everything is illness, or else its condoms! The nurses are TOO STRONG!, the boys actually just enjoying a game and (mostly) being good at it for once.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsYYIjaNPP8&list=PL57hJfweW_2vMmw0MLZp8I16DA-Qev8ec

Resident evil Revelations 2 - Re vuh lay uh tons!, Wait how’d a non mainline resi game get this good?, MOIRA MC TAGGART MC MURPHY, another co-op LP where Matt’s actual role in the game mechanics is to point out ammo and health items that Pat missed. https://youtu.be/THfgNlcNa98

Resident Evil 3 - Jill Valentine’s not actually last escape, Crazy Talk activates several times, Shitting on Hunter-D’s, being a huge coward constantly like the hero of RE brad vickers. https://youtu.be/G5pXyRhs7FM

Ride to Hell - Legendarily bad game played by canadian losers that make fun of it constantly. Source of just SO MANY bestfriends gifs including casual priest drownings, getting shot during cutscenes, and Qui-gon chi. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEw04pKaVs4&list=PL57hJfweW_2srGztN1iedcFd-BV5X1Ram

Parasite Eve - It’s time for Aya Breakowski to GET HOT. It’s a squaresoft game all right, dogs with sniper rifles, finishing downloading arcana heart, and the heroest of hero cops willingly lighting on fire to give you a gun. https://youtu.be/dHY5ZBSHzyw

Danganronpa - Ultra Despair Girls - First recorded instance of being incredibly hype and getting into the cool pop art aesthetic, komaeda memes, and then all hype leaving our body, and out of context shouting KILL THOSE SHIT KIDS! https://youtu.be/qYtYp4oWBhU

Life is Strange - Liam’s rivalry with another wimpy boy, Hotdogman: Who is he?, You sacrificed everyone for your Ship? Are you Griffith?, and rewinding time to fuck with people for kicks. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XZ7-wFLnfI&list=PL57hJfweW_2u1mKS5UFNgx-voVAvTlkT9

Metal Gear Solid 5: The Phantom Pain - Built-up hype from over one thousand years of waiting is collectively released. Psycho Mantis is OP, let the legend come back to life, GREATEST SOLDIER IN THE WORLD BIG BOSS, D-dog is the cutest and bestest of boys, and famously awkward jeep ride. https://youtu.be/505vXWYkxcw

Afro Samurai - Perhaps the shovelest of ware ever played on the channel. It’s very short, only 3 parts, about 90 minutes of gameplay, something that everyone should be super hype about but ends up being the most shitted on game since perhaps one of the Sadness games. https://youtu.be/wIXqEulMTIo

Resident Evil Zero HD - Get hyped for Oven Man mk2, math puzzles, getting pissed off at Eliminators, Rebecca! God dammit Rebecca! I love youuuuu rebeccaaaaaa, Leech Man, and playing dress-up. https://youtu.be/Mhnthhluh70

Metal Wolf Chaos - Giant robots and engrish, more than your body can handle! AMERICA!!!! Richard Hawke! OK, Lets PARTEEEEEEEY! Tons of references they’ll be using until the end of time https://youtu.be/Mhnthhluh70

Naruto: The Broken Bond - ‘Wait, this game is actually good?’ and then three parts later oops no its not. Second instance of being super hyped at first and then all joy slowly being sucked out of the boys’ body. Do your rasengan, even when you’re not playing as Naruto! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lo92m-rfeHA&list=PL57hJfweW_2uIIqa3HTcbsvM5LO1ObM_5

The Punisher - Rice cookers, My family-family-family!, guessing Frank’s one-liners, violent safety PSAs, and interrogating the boat https://youtu.be/wznGw9fJNCc

Disaster Report - ‘Is this Disaster day of crisis’ sequel?’, The honeycomb-caisonne method, press triangle to HEY!, be mean to your waifu, and abandon your friends like a hero would do. https://youtu.be/UYiwWU8EZcU

Final Fantasy X - Matt talks about Lulu’s boobs a lot, BLEETSBOLL, Wakka the racist, kimahri push, Finding all the memes possible, Hype Cactaur!, ‘I’ll pay you to fuck off, okay?’, and punting a boss over the horizon. A long watch and the boys are kinda bad at the game but good for the patient. https://youtu.be/qpZeMkthdZ8

Omikron: The Nomad Soul - The secret first entry of the Sadness Trilogy, ‘Get in the slider!’, Blackface Boyz, The real final boss is david cage!, getting trapped in bug purgatory, yes this is how you should honor the memory David Bowie by playing this game, Using the power of all three bestfriends to beat the game, and having no consequences for failure right up until THE MOST CONSEQUENCES. https://youtu.be/691RrF9pnaU

Silent Hill 3 -  No talking during the cut scenes, beef jerky, a detective does a Jerry Seinfeld on Silent Hill by accident, and ‘It’s a metaphor for dicks/childbirth!‘

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4wERZf6bns&list=PL57hJfweW_2v34HsPK-4Hfqmkb22zjBWC

Tony Hawk’s Underground - Woolie lives the skateboarder life he never could for real. ‘Won’t they notice that it’s not Eric Sparrow on the video when they see a clearly black man doing that jump?’, Eric Sparrow is basically up there with Griffith for villains the bestfriends hate the most, and ‘I can do a grind all day’ https://youtu.be/3HLPS_nwHG8

Parasite Eve 2 - More of Breakowski and getting HOT, ‘This is basically a survival horror game’, The dog from Independance Day must survive or else you’re on the bad ending! https://youtu.be/JedQqaXdWLc

LA Noire - The big one, the one I always suggest for new bestfriends watchers as being emblematic of their style and sense of humor and weaknesses as players. Woolie can’t navigate this map, ‘Sometimes you’ve gotta shake the tree and see what falls out’, Shotgun man wrecks your shit!, making noises to go along with the faces that the characters are making, ‘Pedophilia? That’s a free pass in my town sir’, Stealing the worst possible cars because they thought it’d be cool, forgetting the controls for every single fistfight sequence, Cole Phelps super cop!, and LP Funsies. https://youtu.be/-bPqjD_zg5g

Policenauts - Kojima’s game from when he was allowed to work on things besides Metal Gear. It’s definitely white blood and not anything sexual, SHOOTINGU SEQUENCE, Holy crap our main character is a bigoted piece of shit!, Figure out the bomb puzzle!, We’re definitely not Riggs and Murtagh to the point where Woolie says ‘I’m gettin too old for this shit’ about 70 times, and the uncomfortable truth of cloning. https://youtu.be/kWcecAHiOys

Dead Space 2- Notable mostly for me as Dead Space 2 was the first bestfriends video I ever saw back when they were on Machinima, so I was quoting Space Rave and asking Matt if he needed a blankey to fight the monsters. https://youtu.be/1QzY-TjFGFI

Resident Evil 7 - We hate the molded as an enemy type, OOOH GOD DAMMIT JACK, He fucking exploded into goo!, What was your plan?, I can’t shoot the granny, We definitely used a pump action shotgun in world war 2 (Actually yes we did, Matt), Shadow puzzles, that part of a lady is where all the wasps shoot out, and What that guy doesn’t look like Chris Redfield who is this impostor?! https://youtu.be/SyAZ2-nijDE

Def Jam: Fight for NY - The introduction of Woolie’s OC: Rage beats up rappers, steals their girlfriends, and doesn’t understand intimacy, The full might of Matt’s hatred for Bless is brought out, and they talk about the Aki engine’s contributions to humanity https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lry0SYYkvas&list=PL57hJfweW_2tWHTvp2ESXbzp1-jh6YJMQ

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The playlist - thorcid fanfic

A\N: This fic addresses Thorgy leaving for AS3 and how this will affect his relationship with Acid. Also shalaska is briefly mentioned, since one of my main inspirations for this was this pic

Also this is a fic comes with a playlist ( clever, huh?) and I strongly recommend you guys to listen after reading the it 👌

Feedback is always welcome and slaps in the face too!

*

Shane witnessed many sunsets, but he was more drawn to sunrises. They meant you get a new chance again, to start from scratch.

His absolute favorite was the view from his grandfather’s porch in Norway, back then when he was too young to get struck by the beauty of the most common phenomenon in nature. As adults, we are always looking up to sky, to catch a breath when everything is too overwhelming or simply to find an answer in heaven for the fresh new hell of the day.

In 2011, his dearest was from the top of his apartment. The rooftop became his favorite hideaway to smoke weed, to enjoy the few moments of silence in the city and to throw parties after Saliva nights. Sharon Needles was the guest queen tonight and the whole Haus of Haunt was there mingling with the Brooklyn folks.

The day was rising and everyone seemed exactly what they were, the true colors of the creatures of the night, pale faces with smudged make up and outfit remains, being exposed to the light coming from the East. It was a gentle exposure, the yellow mixing with soft strokes of pink and blue shades. The night before was hot and Shane was wearing the minimum. A black tank top and shorts, barefoot. He was sitting on the floor, resting his back on the low wall of the edge. Everything was still a bit blurry, he wasn't wasted, but in that languid state that comes after a long night of drinking.

We found love was playing for the hundred time. He was observing a photographer friend taking pictures of Sharon, while fumbling the first cigarette of the day. There was nothing left, he realized observing the astray full of ashes on the floor and the empty package. Sharon was walking towards his direction and sat on the floor. Aaron wasn’t much different from Sharon. He was still pale, cartoonish thin, and looked like he didn’t belong to that period of time or any time ever.

“You’re out too?” he asked making a gesture of holding a cigarette and Shane nodded.

Aaron sat by his side staring at the sunset, splashed with the new colors.

“You have quite a view here” Aaron added resting his chin on his forearm. Then he made a Nosferatu impersonation. “Look, Thorgy, thanks for letting me and Lasky crashing here these couple of days. I have to make this trip to L.A, for the prosthetic course and I could surely save the hotel money and-

Aaron noticed Shane’s face full of disbelief.

“If the rumors are true money won’t be a problem for you for a long time” Shane scoffed. Rumor has it Sharon was in the cast for Rupaul’s Drag Race. The show was becoming a hit in the LBGT community and getting bigger. Thorgy auditioned one more time, and by his own math, he was sure he didn't make it.

“Look, do you really think they would cast a freak like me? I spill blood on my performances and my boyfriend lets people piss on him on stage…”

Shane chuckled and observed Alaska talking to some queens in the back. She was still in full drag, black panties and a bra and an even more exaggerated Divine make-up.

Maybe the world wasn’t ready for them yet.

“How do you do that? Two queens in love must be a messy mess. But you guys are so passionate…from what I unfortunately heard…thin walls” he tilted his head in a suggestive way.

“Love is a mess. We’re people. Dressed as clowns and craving for more attention than usual, but just people” Aaron shrugged and draw his attention to the horizon again.

Shane took few seconds to sink the casually profound meaning of his words. He was there, bare. He was a person. Sometimes it was hard for him to peel all the layers, to let people see him. Since he was a child he tried to divert everyone else to see him. His instruments were shields that make beautiful sounds and drag covered him completely.

“Look at these beauties contemplating the birth of time!”

His photographer friend was pointing the camera at them and Shane started to protest covering his face.

Sharon tapped on his thigh excited, “Girl, let’s pretend we have discovered the meaning of all this bullshit. To our future stardom right there on that goddamn stinky corner”

Shane giggled and agreed. They positioned themselves as the camera lens captured the moment, the pink lighting illuminating their wishful thinking. In Brooklyn there was still a lot of green, the tall gray buildings cutting the view from behind. The Tribute in Light set where the Twin Towers once stood was translucent and yet radiant, a constant memento that we’re more than what meets the eye. In the light of morning it was completely turned off, not a single trace of what was there.

“The Twin Towers now can only be seen at night…” he spoke loud almost in a whisper. But Aaron heard and agreed.

“Just like us”

*

Jamin knew something strange was happening the minute Shane went quiet. It was never a good sign. That man was transparent. All his emotions were obvious, a sort of childish trade that Shane never grow out of it. Jamin knows when he cooks something terrible because every time Shane immediately makes a face or bluntly spit it. He knows when Shane is close to come because, because grins with eyes shut, and bites his lower lip to not moan louder. All his emotions tracked down.

He was cast to All Stars 3.

He confessed during dinner. They were having a pasta Beckie made and Jamin brought the leftovers. Jamin couldn’t be more happy, but Shane stood there motionless, as if waiting permission to be excited about it.

“You know, somehow I was waiting for you to answer me too, bitch and that we would be together again stuck in that fake brick prison again. I wonder if people know about us. It would make good television!” then he pretended to announce it like it was the news on TV, “Brooklyn sweetheart saves Bitter Betty from terminal loneliness”

Jamin rolled eyes shaking his head. Shane grabbed Jamin’s forearm excited midway while he was moving the fork into his mouth.

“We could make out on that huge table, ugh, I can’t believe you’re not going with me.”

“Shane, we’ve had this conversation before. I knew it wasn’t going to happen” he scoffed forking his noodles again and hoping not to be interrupted. Shane still was grabbing his arm, but the pressure was getting softer.

“Imagine that, I would be like “Betty is terrible. We’re getting married after the show”. Edit that motherfuckers!”

Jamin laughed against his will, and felt his stomach swirl but kept looking at his food. The whole weight of Shane’s stare on him.

“You’re going to organize that closet. And gather new outfits.” he trailed it off.

“I’m still sinking in that this is really happening, I’m trying to keep the freak out levels at the minimum.  Kirk is coming this week to help me because I don’t even know where to start and I’m travelling next week for that wedding and…I miss you already. What the fuck I’m doing? I can’t do this again. I’m gonna bomb this so hard”

“Hey hey…”

Jamin was the one now reaching for Shane’s hand over the table.

“Stop it. I’m here, and I’ll be when you come back too. Whoever they are you’re gonna slay them all”

Then he fetched the dishes from the table while Shane stood there, hugging his knees still thinking about what to come. Jamin pick up some of the sauce of his plate with his finger and brushed on Shane’s nose and cheeks. He stood there not amused trying to not laugh but he ended up letting go a soft chuckle.

“Here’s your first look. Queen of condiments” he teased him leaving him on the table taking the dish to the sink.

*

After spending the whole day cleaning up the pile of thrift treasure that was his apartment with Kirk, the place was now filled with boxes everywhere and Shane was completely drunk. His cleaning partner was on the couch already passed out when Jamin arrived.

Jamin reached the conclusion that the living room looked bigger, even with so many boxes lying around. He had a funny expression behind the thick arrow glasses while scratching the chin.  

Shane knew he looked more homeless than ever, still with his comfy pants, sweaty and his hair. He didn’t even want to think about it. The last time he went to to the hairdresser he chose really long dreads and he was trying to tame them.

“Did you guys leave any wine left?” Jamin asked putting his backpack down on the couch and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Kirk didn’t even answered. Shane was finishing doing the dishes. They had two boxes of pizza and he was still full. Jamin approached him from behind kissing his shoulder blade.

“I’m disgusting” he flinched with his touch but Jamin didn’t mind, pushing away his dreads and nuzzling on his nape, hugging him from behind. Jamin was so tender with him all the time he wondered if he was covered in mud he would still want to touch him. He smiled sweetly by the thought. “Kirk saved a bottle for you because I have no self-control.  I’m taking a shower and we can go to the rooftop?”

Jamin that was concentrated in the beginning of Shane's jaw line stopped the kissing, “Wasn’t it blocked?” he asked confused.

“Not anymore! The ledge is not broken anymore” Shane replied finishing the last plate but Jamin seemed not convinced.

“Bitch, if that thing breaks down down my fat ass won’t be enough to save us both to crash down on the concrete”

Shane turned to face him and squeezed his ass with both hands pretending to analysing the possibility.

“I think it would” he replied giggling.

“Ah-hem”

The tall redhead was behind them with bag on her shoulders ready to leave and they quickly broke the embrace. Jamin went to the fridge to grab some water and Shane started fixing the elastic band in his hair. She knew about them but it didn’t mean they could feel up each other in front of her.

“I’m leaving. Please, continue your...security measures” She added laughing. Shane took her to the door feeling his cheeks burning.

*

Shane’s rooftop was still his favorite hideaway. It wasn’t glamorous at all, it only had some washed out beach chairs, plant vases from the neighbors, and a table that was there since Shane moved in. But being there had a whole meaning. It  meant that it wasn’t freezing. That he could have a cigarette with Alvy after dinner and talk about each other's family issues. That he could have deep conversations with Jamin under the moonlight that would end up with him sleeping in the middle of it.

They brought an old mattress to the place, a bottle of wine and some cigarettes. Shane was resting his head on Jamin’s thigh and drinking directly from the bottle. Jamin seemed far away taking a puff on his cigarette and caressing Shane’s forehead.

His fingers were cold and soft. He didn’t have callus like Shane. He loved his hands and all the things they could make him feel. He stared deeply at the sky and he could swear it was full of stars even though this was impossible in New York.

“Were you really mad after you lost that Legend awards? I was thinking about it these days…I” he stuttered feeling confused with the alcohol still running on his blood. He positioned himself sitting and facing Jamin, with crossed legs. “I don’ want you to feel like I’m stealing something from you. Because we both want this. That’s how I felt, like, I was really happy about winning but I know how much it meant to you. And you, oh my god, you blew my mind since I was that busted obnoxious twink. When you talked to me for the first time in that club I thought you’re were going to rip my head off…you were SO fierce”

Jamin took a few seconds to understand Shane’s rambling and where did it come from.

“Thorg, I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad with...Brooklyn in general. You know I wasn’t in good terms with the girls back the and I knew they wanted to see me crack, that's the fucking truth. And being the sensible flower that I secretly am…” his voice dropped down those octaves in a funny way, “Well, I did” he shrugged not bothered.

“I don't know, I was afraid this would backlash somehow, I know I’m crazy, but I keep thinking you’re gonna leave any second…I even made a playlist of heatbreaking songs for you to hear when I’m away that will make you feel bad by the thought of leaving me.”

Jamin laughed shaking his head putting the cigarette away and bringing Shane to lay again, locked between  his arms closer to his chest. He looked down at Thorgy worried face.

“I would plug in if I could touch my ears, but I can’t” he reassured  Shane shaking him a bit, Shane laughed getting out of his embrace.

“Asshole!” Shane uttered laughing and sitting again, drinking one more sip from the bottle. He was feeling brave enough to let it all out. “I was also freaking about with the possibility of facing another heartfelt lip-sync. You know, I have difficulties to get in touch with these emotions when I’m on stage…I feel so exposed? It’s like when that producer asked me to talk about my mom and I just couldn’t. I don’t want them to know this side of me-

Before he could engage in another monologue Jamin interrupted him.

“You need to stop feeling like you don’t deserve love. That people wouldn’t like you if you stopped making them laugh.”

Shane deep sighed closing his eyes in agreement. He was going to miss Jamin in that workroom so much taking him out of his nonsense.

“And you better be fucking prepared to bare your soul, because if my girl Chi Chi is in, well, that bitch is going to assassin everyone”

“I know, like shit” he drank again and Acid took it from his hands and finished the bottle.

Then Shane laid down resting his head on Jamin’s thigh again, staring at the sky once more. Somehow all the stars from before had disappeared.

*

Goodbyes were never easy for anyone but Jamin could handle them surprisingly well. He always kept in mind that was the natural course of things, that nothing could last forever. With Shane, it wasn’t a definite good-bye, but he knew everything was going to change after AS3. If the odds were in Thorgy’s favor, and Jamin deeply wished  they were, he  was going to back home with a crown.

Jamin had a valuable gift on his hand too.

The ring was in a box holographic box he made himself. It didn’t belong to anyone before him, this was all Shane’s to write their own story. He thought this through over and over again, trying to rewind their past like he could make sense of all their countless encounters through the years that didn’t seem significant. Nothing really important seems significant at the moment, and that's the tricky part of life. And somehow, all of these insignificant encounters were leading them to this tiny box inside his backpack.

Shane went to a friend’s wedding in Ohio and when he got home they barely saw each other. Leaving for Drag Race meant a lot of preparation and with all the cast rumors coming up he decided to disconnect completely. Jamin was there helping him with the process as much he could, but he knew his boyfriend, and knew he had a very strong point of view about how he wanted things.

It was all a mess until it wasn’t anymore. All set to go in a heartbeat.

Shane decided to throw a party, “make-up course cruise part II” to his closest friends before leaving for L.A. Everybody knew what was going on but they couldn’t talk about it. Some Brooklyn girls, Ruby, Ragga, Miz Jade, Lady Havokk and Alotta and the assistants. He saw his dad recently and stayed in his house was always good for him. All the support group he needed.

Most people there knew about them, but because of some of them that didn’t know they had to keep it down. They started drinking early because Shane’s flight was in the middle of dawn. Jamin wanted him all for himself, but everything happened so fast he didn’t have the time to think through. He knew the folks would stay there until the last minute.

“So, Acid, are you going to a make-up cruise too?”Alotta asked when they gathered up in the kitchen.

“For teaching them? Yeah!” he sassy replied taking a sip in his drink.

“Betty has a free schedule, but it doesn’t happen only when is AS3 disappearing season!” Miz Jade teased him.

“I’m sitting on a pile of Ru money now. Working is an option” he shrugged raising his brows in a smug way.

“Especially when you hit your age!” Allotta added and Jamin whispered a “bitch” through his drink shaking his head.

Everybody was laughing when Shane busted in the conversation in the small kitchen area.

“Get out of my kitchen, whores. I need my snacks. And take your seats because I’m performing in fifteen minutes”

The girls left the kitchen while Jamin stood there observing Shane emptying a bag of peanuts into a bowl.

“You are so being mysterious about this performance but I don’t see you getting dressed and ready in fifteen minutes. Tell me you’re not pulling me off stage to sniff my armpit or any other shit so I can be prepared.”

Shane opened a mischievous smile but didn’t say anything.

“You better take your seat” he warned him proud of himself patting on his shoulder and leaving with his peanuts bowl. Jamin rolled his eyes and followed him to join the rest of the group in the living room.

*

Few minutes later Kirk was setting Shane’s cello in the middle of the living room. Jamin was relieved that he was going to play something so his hands would be busy to not pull anyone from the audience.  He was curious about the number though.

It was a common scene to see Shane playing around the house. Lately the cello was getting especial attention, maybe because it needed more practice since he learned by himself. Every time he made a mistake he would go through it over and over again until Jamin would make a comment for him to stop.

Jamin couldn’t notice the mistakes but he needed him to understand that even in classical music the little imperfections are what makes every musician unique. And the comment was followed by an annoyed shut up anyways.

Shane arrived in the room fully dressed as if he was playing at the Carnegie Hall. All suited all in black and white and people were clapping and whistling with the unusual attire. It was perfectly fit for his long and slender figure. He was wearing a headband to keep all the dreads tidy and neat but they were part loose. He fixed his glasses before sitting and winked at Jamin when their eyes met.

Kate, one of Shane’s friends stood up and was going to introduce him.

“Since we have such a big hall to play tonight I’m going to sing this a capella, so don’t judge me too hard” the brunette with curly black hair seemed a bit nervous,  Jamin didn’t know much about her but the fact she was an excellent singer.

She nodded at Shane giving him the sign that she was ready. He closed his eyes and the whole room went quiet. The somber cello notes started resonating in the place. He opened a sweet and sort of smug smile, every musician has the playing-the-instrument-face and Shane’s couldn’t be cuter.

“And I’m telling you…I’m not going…you're the best man I'll ever know, there's no way I can ever go…no no no…”

Everybody started clapping but Jamin couldn’t even move completely in awe. Kate had a sultry but sad tone, and their version was lower than the original. She continued singing and he kept his eyes closed, but his face was making many expressions. Sometimes he would even lip-sync a bit.

This was the exorcism Shane needed.

Jamin knew Thorgy was ready. So ready to get what she deserved.

“I don’t wanna be free, I’m staying, I’m staying! And you, and you, and you, you're gonna love meeee”

She ended the song not belting her lungs out, but almost pleading. It was a beautiful redemption of the song. Jamin tried to keep his eyes from watering up. When the last notes stopped everyone was clapping and Shane finally opened his eyes and bowed to his small audience.

Chi Chi’s ghostly figure fading away in Jamin’s memory. All he cared about was that man in front of him. There was no way indeed.

*

Once again they were in the rooftop. Only Ragga stayed because she needed to check if everything was really there for the hundred time and she released Shane from his duty to spend some time with Jamin.

Shane brought the old mattress to the rooftop again, but it was a bit chilly so he brought a blanket too. Jamin was stood up smoking and leaning on the ledge. Shane was tired of carrying the thing throughout flight of the stairs and just threw it absently the thing on the floor, next to the a small cabin where the electricity system of the building was. Jamin was wearing a black t-shirt and shorts with sneakers, a look that was quiet Shane's weakness. He was still wearing the black slacks and the white dress shirt, but the sleeves were rolled up and he was getting rid off the bow tie walking towards Jamin that was staring at him from up to bottom.

“Don’t take it all off” Jamin asked him taking a puff in his cigarette and raising his brow.

Shane stopped midway letting it around his collar like a towel. Then Jamin walked to the ending of the ledge where there was an outlet and turned on the switch. And the whole length was lit by colorful lights.

“Ta-da!” he opened his arms and threw the cigarette out. Shane’s face was beautifully lit by all the different lights, making his tiny eyes sparkle.

“Merry Christmas! Wooo!” he threw his arms up in the air giggling and Jamin approached him slowy just to grab him by the tie pulling him for a kiss.

Sometimes he wondered of their constant dance of leaving and coming back was the fuel, wrapping his arms around Shane waist almost swiping him from the floor and lowering him down to lay on the mattress. They never had sex on the rooftop because anyone from the neighborhood buildings could see them, and yet Jamin just couldn’t stop. His hands were unbuttoning Shane’s shirt while he was struggling to take his shoes off with Jamin all over him.

“Wait..” he asked giggling quite breathless pushing him away a bit so he could find a good angle to remove his shoes. But Jamin’s hand were inside his pants already. “Fuck!” he gave up midway of the process of taking the other shoe.

Jamin could feel he was little bit tense because the neighbors could come out any second. The buildings were so close they could easily talk to people from their balconies.

“So we’re really doing this…you’re getting me arrested before I-I- leave” he managed to whisper trembling while Jamin was nibbling on his chest and reaching for his throat. Shane was still dressed but the shirt completely open and his pants half down. Jamin just grunted impatiently and without further ado took Shane's cock inside his mouth urgently. Shane muscles finally relaxed and he collapsed on the mattress giving in.

He kept working on his cock until it was almost hurting, everything was so fast Shane’s body was still awaking with the urgent stimulation. Shane's were fingers inside Jamin’s black curls gently pulling them up and down, as he guided the pace. The feeling of Jamin's piercing reaching the right spot under his length.

The streets were quiet and all they could hear was the faint sounds of the cars and people on the street, and Shane's moaning. Jamin stopped finally going up for a kiss grabbing Shane’s face, his lips still glistening.

“Fuck me…” he finally said something, and Shane’s promptly answered his request helping Jamin taking off his shorts but when he tried to remove his shirt Jamin stopped him. “No need, just fuck me now” he commanded holding Shane’s wrist.

Shane laughed at his ungency and prompted himself over Jamin, between his bare legs, caressing them and scrathing, burying himself on his neck, placing all his weight over him. Shane searched for some lube inside his pocket and tried to rip the lube sachet but was failing miserably. Jamin took from his hands exasperated  ripping it. He put all the liquid on his hand and reached down for Shane’s cock, never leaving his eyes. He applied with both hands, using Shane almost as a new toy, rubbing him on his entrance, teasing as he couldn’t almost hold the weight of his body.

“Are you kidding me??” Shane pleased with closed eyes, a smile full of pleasure as Jamin lead him in and out slowly, but then he was done with the teasing pinned one of Jamin’s arm on the mattress and penetrating him completely, making him curl with pleasure clutching his free hand on Shane’s back.  He knew he wasn’t hurting him, even though it’s been too long.  But Shan knew he could play all his strings, he was just out of practice.

Shane was thrusting slowly and placing languid kisses on his jaw,  and he could feel Jamin less tense so he fastened the pace as he continued to moan higher, encouraging him to fast the pace, his heart beating like a drum. Shane placed himself in a kneeling position so that he could keep trusting and pumping him. He looked around between the colorful lights and he could see his neighbor watching tv in the living room completely clueless about what was happening. He lowered himself again, the adrenaline rushing and making him even more aroused.

Shane kept rubbing his body as close to Jamin’s as it was possible, and Jamin hugged him harder to make the friction even bigger. Jamin’s cock was being complete stimulated between them, so there was no need for using hands. Shane felt Jamin coming on his stomach, his belly all slit, his thighs trembling, his eyes complete shut and mouth open. Few thrusts later and he was following him, removing himself fast enough to explode on Jamin’s chest, stoking his cock quickly and gasping, still nervous that someone could be seeing them.

Jamin was still panting looking at Shane coming back from his trance, he was all sweaty and red.  His hair all frizzled up.

“Fuck...” he gasped laughing and laying next to Jamin. His black t-shirt was complete ruined. They stood there in silence, just breathing in the cold breeze of Williamsburg at night. The cold air making the sweat of their bodies evaporating.

Jamin was caressing Shane’s dreads and thinking about the ring he had on his backpack on the table. He wondered if this was good moment to propose. Walking to grab the ring, with no pants on and a t-shirt covered with cum. Better not. His legs were still a puddle.

“Do you think Ragga is going to be mad if I text her asking her to bring some clean clothes?” Shane asked already laughing tapping Jamin’s chest lightly. He chuckled but he could actually wear that.

“My backpack is on the table with clean clothes” he replied. Shane raised his brow impressed.

“You really thought this out, huh?” he inquired him standing up and pulling up his boxers and pants on again. Jamin took the opportunity to clean up a bit, using the blanket to dry his shirt a little and putting his shorts on again. He winced already feeling a bit sore.

Shane was fumbling his backpack when he found the holographic box. He froze and showed to Jamin curious. He knew what it was. Jamin kept observing him analyzing the box, his eyes sparkling.

“Nice package…” he muttered chucking softly. Jamin could feel he was nervous but he didn’t move. He kept sitting on the mattress waiting for Shane’s reaction. He finally opened the box to see the ring. It wasn’t gold, and it was actually a ring held by a necklace. Shane removed from the box carefully and he noticed the texture was quite different. His trained finger recognized immediately. Violin strings twisted in the shape of a ring. His eyes watered up but he tried to keep it cool.

“I made it myself, well, I stole some of your old strings and I tried, but it was bitch to deal with these damn strings so I let the professionals do the rest”

Shane was holding the ring with his two hands still speechless. Jamin got up and approached him to take a look at it too.

“Wear it in the show as a necklace and when you come back home with that crown I’ll put it in your finger”

Shane just nodded and held his hand swinging it. There wasn’t nothing to be said. The eyes was all over his face. His cellphone beeped with Ragga’s message. Shane took it to read.

“I’m quitting this job today”

Shane giggled showing it to Jamin.

*

He was up in the clouds again. The flight has been smooth so far. Heart full of hope, all nails gone from anticipation. He searched for his headphones inside his bag and there was a note from Jamin glued on them with tape and an iPad also tangled in the wires.

“This is my addition to the playlist”

Shane opened a smile plugging the headphones with the iPad and only one song. “Hey, there’s no way to say goodbye” from Leonard Cohen. Shane remembered the day the singer passed away and how sad he was, spending the whole day listening to his records and Jamin comforted him with ice cream. It was such a specific pick and so out of Jamin’s musical taste Shane was surprised how he remembered that song. That excruciating song.

“This bitch…”he muttered feeling the tears forming, shaking his head. The lady beside him giving the stank eye.