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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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Mrrowww
@absinthe-jr
HAVE THE FOOD. YOU MUST TRAIN TO DESTROY RIGGY.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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HELLO, I HEAR YOU WERE ATTACKED BY RIGGY.
*Rusty has crawled out of the rabbit hole…*
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blicketyuri · 2 months ago
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Little Ramble / Rant / Over-analysis of the new Riggy lore. Well more like the name of the new Character revealed, because I like Symbolism.
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i-dont-eat-drywall · 3 days ago
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ME: ok we have the preston fictive and Absinthe kin any other danno cal drawig characters here?
the other danno cal drawings character:
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deepbluexsea · 4 years ago
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Blueboy
Rating: PG-13. Relationships: Johnny/Briel, Virginia/Geoff. Recurring Characters: Jonathan, Gabriel, Virginia, Geoff. Warning/Notes: Reference to porn + suggestive content. Language.
“I was a grade nine boy—the most awful form of humanity.” – Robert Hoge
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2010.
They hadn’t anticipated this part – the part of renovating the house where they couldn’t actually stay in it since the contractors were going to be knocking down walls. They had literally just moved in and now they were being, for all intents and purposes, temporarily kicked out. Since the lease had just ended in January on his townhouse in Manhattan, Johnny had gone right back to it and tried to re-up it for another month, but it had already been rented out. Realistically, they could stay in a hotel. The whole process would only take a few days. But the moment Virginia Matthews caught wind of what was going on, she made it seem as if there was only one option and one option only that made an ounce of sense: they had to stay with Johnny’s parents. Of course, they would’ve offered the same accommodations to Johnny if he was still single, but the insistence he got from his mom about it this time was almost 110% certainly due to how well the first meeting between them and Gabriel had gone. There was no doubt in Johnny’s mind that his mom liked her son-in-law more than she did her own son. The house was every inch the same as it had been a few weeks ago. It looked like a model home – like someone came in to clean a couple of times a week, but was otherwise empty. It was in pristine condition. This was how it had been Johnny’s whole life, except it had been updated some years after he’d moved out. Virginia had insisted that they get Buddakan takeout for dinner, and it was on the table before they even set their suitcases down in the foyer. Johnny really didn’t know much about the extent of Gabriel’s cultural experiences before prison, but he knew he’d never been to the east coast. There was so much here that he wanted his husband to see – mainly because Gabriel had always reminded Johnny of home, and he thought that he would absolutely love it. He belonged in this culture. Buddakan was just the beginning of the New York experience; their soup dumplings were so delicious they could put David Chang to shame. And then there was the absinthe at Apotek... the sunrise over the skyline... Broadway, MoMA, Central Park. The list went on and on. There were years’ worth of life to be had, so Johnny was pleased that his mom had decided to get the immersion underway. From oxtail dumplings to pear short ribs to duck to pea shoot salad, they were each stuffed by the end. And when all was said and done, somehow Johnny got tasked with doing the dishes. His dad went to his office with a tall glass of bourbon as he did every single night, so that was no surprise. It was just like being 12 again – except now Johnny had reason to get suspicious about where his mom had taken his husband for so long. He’d never done a chore so quickly. He was sure of it. Naturally, the pair was the last place he looked: upstairs in the den. The best feature about the room was its full-wall mahogany bookcase complete with a rolling ladder. Unfortunately, that bookcase was also where the family photos were housed.
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Laid out on the coffee table in front of them were a dozen snapshots of Johnny that had been picked out of the albums: Virginia in the hospital holding him, a few school pictures featuring three different bowl cuts, him playing the cello, he and his grandma cooking, his prom, his graduation ceremonies, him and Joan leaving for college. Gabriel was holding onto one where a toddler-aged Johnny was covered in something that looked like red paint, but was actually fingernail polish from his preschool teacher’s desk. “Mom, really?” he grumbled, shaking his head, though he moved to sit on the arm of Gabriel’s chair to follow along anyway. He propped himself on his husband’s shoulder, letting his mom do all the talking while they were handed photos, until… “Here, Gabriel. You must see this one,” his mother was saying as she pulled one out and held it up. In it, there stood a three-year-old Johnny looking over his shoulder at the camera. He was wearing a ‘Book ‘em, Danno!’ Hawaii Five-0 t-shirt and absolutely nothing else. Bare-assed, he was almost as naked as the day he was born, just standing freely on their back balcony with a big grin. “Alright, okay, that is more than plenty,” Johnny spoke abruptly, reaching over Gabriel to shut the album tightly with the picture inside. “Who would keep a picture like that?” he muttered under his breath as he put the book back on the shelf. Before anybody could protest, he stood and changed the subject. “Mom, where do you want us to sleep? I need to bring our bags up.” She didn’t even hesitate. “Your room is fine.” His room was most absolutely not fine. It hadn’t changed a single bit from the way he had left it – not even so much as rearranged. “What? What’s wrong with the guest room?” “What’s wrong with your room?” “Aside from that it looks like a fourteen year old boy still lives in it?” “At least it doesn’t smell like it anymore,” she retorted, sharp as a whip. “Fine,” Johnny conceded. The last thing that needed to happen was Virginia and Johnny getting into an argument. Someone would probably die due to lack of oxygen before a winner was declared. “I’ll be back.” He was not oblivious to the fact that his mother was standing up and heading to the bookshelf before he was even out of the den.
ONE HOUR LATER.
After fetching the suitcases, Johnny left Gabriel with his mom only long enough to shower. When he was done, his husband was already in his childhood bedroom, cross-legged on his bed. At the sight, he allowed himself to wonder what life would have been like if he had known Gabriel when he still inhabited this room. That thought was swiftly pushed aside when he noticed the box of keepsakes next to the other man. It was one that Johnny himself had packed away when he was 18 and moving out. He had stuffed it in the closet only to never come back to it again. Apparently, Virginia and Geoff had never touched it either. “I have to be honest, I found this one all by myself,” Briel boasted. “I got bored.” “I don’t even remember what’s in here,” Johnny said, sinking down beside him. It had been nearly twenty years since he’d last opened it. Inside, there were a few cards and notes that people had written Johnny back then. There were baseball trophies, cassette tapes, Polaroids, a 30-page essay he’d written his senior year with a huge A+ on it, a Rubik’s cube (which Johnny kept out to take home with them), some tiny army men, and other odds and ends. The last item was a Levi’s jean jacket, folded just so to cover the entire bottom of the box. “Check it out,” he spoke, pulling it out and walking over to the mirror to hold it up against his chest. “Why would I stuff this relic beneath all that junk? I mean, it won’t fit anymore, but it’s probably worth some money now.” Gabriel’s immediate response was... laughter? “Maybe because you were using it to hide something,” he cackled. Johnny shifted so he could see him through the mirror and found his husband flipping through a Blueboy magazine from 1987. He swiveled around so fast that he almost tripped. “Where did you get that?” he questioned, trying to snatch it away, but Gabriel held it out of his reach.
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“From under the jacket!” Johnny was mortified. “I don’t even know if I should be touching this. I wonder how many times my little Jay took this under the covers with him...”
“Okay, well. You’re terrible,” Johnny griped. “You know I’m already fragile from being here, Briel. Can we give it up and go to bed, please?” Johnny begged. Mercifully, with only a few more jokes, his husband obliged. The two of them fit in the full-size bed as was to be expected: basically on top of each other. Considering that they were both over six feet tall, it was a little ridiculous that they didn’t just take the guest bedroom, and Johnny was definitely going to push the issue tomorrow evening. It wasn’t that he minded an entire night of cuddling his husband; on the contrary, they had quickly discovered that they seemingly had to be touching each other in some form or fashion in order to sleep well, anyway. No, it was more that his mother apparently wanted Gabriel to get to know the full, embarrassing, underage Johnny – much to her sick delight and his own chagrin. At least they could simply be two adults in the other room. After a few minutes and a deep sigh, Johnny was finally able to relax and remind himself that Briel wasn’t judging any of what he’d seen since they had been here – it was cute to learn about your spouse’s life. “I’ll show you some actually interesting things in Manhattan tomorrow,” he murmured against Briel’s temple as he held him. “...I know I wasn’t myself today. After being gone so long, catching up in the New York office has been brutal. I’m sorry.” Gabriel nodded slowly. “I’m just sorry... that you didn’t get the Blueboy you dreamed about for a husband,” he whispered, his frame shaking against Johnny’s as he silently laughed under his breath. “Goodnight, Gabriel,” Johnny announced, turning over and petulantly crossing his arms.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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<(>•w•<)> 🧨
THROW IT AT RIGGY.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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(Throws more flip flops at him)
OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOOWOWOOWOWOOWOWOWOW
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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I'll be taking absinthe jr
NO.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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ABSINTHE JR THEY HAVE KNIVES
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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🐁🐁🐁
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MICE
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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Rig e
NO. BURN HIM WITH URPLE FIRE.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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GREETINGS, I AM ABSINTHE.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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(Throws a flip flop at them)
OW
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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New fen for you his name is Jimmy
*PURPLE RAT*
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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Why the cad ourple?!?!?
MY CAT, NOT YOURS.
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purple-absinthe · 2 months ago
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*TRANSFORMS IT*
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HERE IT IS
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