#how the cards fall

[masontalo]

«Calls»

Two weeks after Vayt had moved in with Farz. It had been pretty good, except for the third person, who kept showing his disrespect with barbed phrases that Vayt silently tolerated. What else was there to do?

He and Farz had agreed that Vayt would buy groceries and cook, the second depending on the situation, and Farz would pay the utilities. That was the only thing they had to do. The rest they decided to sort out later, as they went along.

The time was already after supper. Sid wasn't home, Vayt was washing dishes, and Farz just sat silently at the table. The sound of water from the faucet was the only thing that filled the room. However, that atmosphere was interrupted when Vayt's phone lying on the countertop rang.

He had to buy a new one, since the old one had broken completely due to the incident with Darren, and it was cheaper to buy a new one than to carry what was already almost just a piece of metal and plastic to repair.

Vayt turned his attention to the ringing phone.

- Bitch. - he swore as he quickly turned off the water and began searching for a towel.

His harsh scolding caught Farz's attention, and he looked up at him.

- What's wrong? - He asked when he noticed Vayt's fussing, as if he was getting ready for a date with the girl of his dreams and was terribly nervous.

- Lavrin. - Vayt almost shouted back, wiping his hands quickly. Without even putting the towel away, he answered the phone and went straight to rudeness. - What the fuck do you want?!

While the caller answered him, Black looked at Murphy, his expression was very annoyed and that look burned through. Farz knew the irritation wasn't directed at him, but those eyes still made him uncomfortable.

- No, I won't come back! - shouted Vayt to the person on the line, before quickly turning back to the tabletop to not yell in Farz's direction. - Stop calling me!

Then Black ended the call and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a heavy groan, not daring to look at Murphy again. He felt slightly ashamed. He put the phone down on the countertop and covered his eyes with his hands.

Farz stood up and walked over to Vayt.

- Why don't you just block his number? - He asked.

Vayt hadn't locked his phone, so now Farz could safely take his phone and rummage through it. Purely out of curiosity, Murphy decided to look at the recent calls. For the past two weeks, all the calls were from the contact “Scumbag 1”, most likely Lavrin. Before them, there was only one call from Anthony from a century ago.

- I keep forgetting, getting distracted by something and completely forgetting. - Vayt replied. - I sometimes forget he exists at all.

Farz was about to say something when he was interrupted by the bold entrance of a man into the apartment.

- А-а-а-а-а-а-а-а-а-а-аh, - an annoying voice groaned as its owner walked into the kitchen. - I'm insanely hungry, is there any food in here?

- I have no idea, look for something yourself. - Vayt answered a little roughly...

- How could you not know?! You're in charge of the fridge. - Sid replied sharply. - And anyway, you're the cook in this house.

- I don't have to keep everything in my head, and I didn't agree on anything with you, so I don't owe you anything. - Black snarled in response.

Punk was offended by that reply.

- Are you serious now?! - he shouted, getting angry.

- Yes, seriously! - Vayt kept up the volume. - There is food, hands are not from the ass, cook yourself! Go!

At the end of his sentence, he waved his hand and walked out of the kitchen.

- Argh! - Sid hissed, following the white's leaving, and then turned his attention to the other. - Farz, say something to him!

In response, Farz spread his hands and shrugged, then left the kitchen too.

Sid snorted unhappily. He had no choice but to do it himself.

At this time, Vayt and Farz had just sat down on the couch. Vayt was on the edge as he decided to avoid rude comments if the bastard touched him.

- I'm not sure it was a good idea to leave him there. - Vayt stretched out quietly, seeming to realize his mistake.

- I don't think he'll turn the stove on at all. - Farz assured him. Of course, they've known each other for so long... he smiled weakly at Black. - It's alright.

- Can you not talk about me in there! - shouted Sid unhappily, having overheard their discussion again. Are they talking that loud?

Vayt was about to answer, but he shut his mouth when he noticed Farz's frown.

The ringtone came from the kitchen again. Vayt had left his phone on the countertop in the kitchen.

- Fucking hell. - Black whispered, rolling his eyes. He stood up and walked back into the kitchen.

Sid was already leaning over the phone with a sandwich in his hands, reading the contact.

- Who's that? Your ex? - He asked tactlessly.

- Shut your mouth. - Vayt replied sharply.

He took his thing and headed out of the kitchen, answering the phone in the doorway.

- You fucking cannabis farm customer, you call me again and I'll shove your “houseplant” down your throat, don't fucking call me!

Vayt's voice sounded aggressive as he looked toward the front door. He ended the call and was about to do something else, but he stopped and looked at Farz.

Murphy covered his mouth with his hand, but his cheeks gave away a smile.

- Are you fucking laughing? - Vayt asked sharply, dropping his hands and turning to Farz. A smile appeared involuntarily on his face.

It wasn't clear if Vayt was laughing, or if it was just nerves.

Farz couldn't help but laugh softly, moving his hand from his mouth to his eyes, and when the laughter subsided, he covered his temple with his palm.

- No, I'm sorry please. - he replied. - You're right, intrusive phone calls aren't funny. Sit back down.

Vayt took a deep breath. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and put the phone in his pocket and sat back down. He looked upset and even guilty. But guilty why? Black huddled against the back of the couch, crossing his arms and clutching his palms. They sat in silence and only the faint sounds of slurping from the kitchen took away the possibility of feeling the coffin-like silence like in a graveyard.

After a moment's silence, Farz spoke again, but calmly and sympathetically:

- Do you want to talk about it?

- About what? - The other asked.

Murphy hesitated for a moment.

- Well, about this obsessive behavior on the part of... on HIS part. - He awkwardly stretched out the sentence, hoping Black wouldn't think he was being pushy, too.

Vayt sighed and looked at him with sad eyes.

- No, thanks, I can handle myself. - he replied, looking away.

Farz understood Black's reluctance and backed away.

- So why did you two break up? - Sid asked, standing in the doorway.

A rude reply flew back to him immediately:

- Fuck you!

[humbuns]

oomf said malleus would dress like morticia addams and they're right

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[cryptid-quill]

new colorfes cards made me rise from the dead, I give art of gay people as offerings

[heartorbit]

🩷💛💚💜

[nenoname]

thinking about stan "god i love cards and gambling" pines

[dangoulains-devotion]

to catch a falling star

[thriftybruce]

Tate warm up sketches

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[bloodmoonloveletter]

you know the gravity falls obsession is strong when you wake up from a tarot-motif inspired, set-in-gravity-falls, started-as-a-party, billford-y, ending-with-bill-sacrificing-himself-for-ford-in-the-most-heartbreaking-way-so-the-latter-won't-die, thisisnotawebsitedotcom-computer-prism-with-bill-messages-inside-featuring dream

[huginsmemory]

After learning about book of bill's 'one thing led to another night comment' I suddenly remembered the Kronk Licensed Monsterfucker meme (below cut) and. Well.

Also pspsppsp Bill and Billford girlies. Come here. Come closer.... Yeah that's right... this also applies to you... Also and adjoining post

[masontalo]

«Outrage»

- Farz, are you crazy?! What if he finds out? - Raven asked in a panic, controlling a part of Farz's body.

It was the day after the incident, or rather the next evening.

- He won't find out! - He replied sharply. - Everything will be fine. Besides, I don't think it'll last long. Vayt didn't seem like the kind of person who would brazenly stay on.

- What if he finds out?! What do you suggest we do then?! Who knows what he might think or do?!

- Raven! He's a normal guy, you're slandering him!

- I have your memories! He's causing a lot of problems, this could end badly!

Farz exhaled irritably.

- That's what you think, give him time. It'll be fine, you'll see.

Before Raven could object, the front door opened. Farzen turned around and saw Vayt walk in, who was now looking at the door, closing it.

The blue eye had regained its green color and the pupil had blackened back. Raven gave control of her body back to Farz.

Vayt silently turned on him as he closed the door. Murphy tried to act calm. But Vayt didn't seem to notice anything.

- Hey, everything okay? - Black asked, not taking a step away from the door.

His voice was calm, but his eyelids touched the edges of his irises almost perfectly. It could have been considered surprise or incomprehension.

- Yes, everything is fine. - Farz answered and still managed to suppress the breaking of his voice.

- I bought some food. - Vayt said, stepping closer to him, not noticing Murphy's nervousness. - We'll have to feed THIS one, too, right?

Farz smiled a little.

- Like it or not he's going to eat what he finds anyway.

Vayt frowned slightly. As much as he didn't like the fact that he would have to feed someone he had extremely negative feelings for, he had no choice anyway. Okay, it was better than with THEM.

- Then let me cook us something while he's gone. - Black offered, and then without waiting for an answer, he just did as he was suggested.

Farz didn't answer, but just sat down at the table, without interrupting him.

Vayt had made something as primitive as he could, but it was enough to get a good night's sleep without stomach rumbling.

After the meal, they sat in the kitchen talking for a while. They returned home separately, so it was logical that they couldn't talk. However, everything was interrupted by a brazen intrusion. Namely a loudly opened door and a voice.

- Hey, Farz! I'm going to tell you something! - Sid shouted, coming into the kitchen.

His mood immediately soured when he saw Vayt.

- What's that guy doing here? He wants to sleep over again? - He asked dismissively, pointing at Vayt but speaking to Farz.

- He's going to live with us now. - Farz answered promptly.

Sid froze for a second, trying to process what he had just heard. And just like that a second later, he raised a loud and annoyed voice:

- What do you mean he's going to live with us! I'm against it!

While the punk was indignant, Farz sighed quietly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. As soon as the last word was spoken, Murphy looked up at him and frowned, asserting his personal boundaries:

- Sid, this is my apartment and I can decide who stays here.

Just like Vayt taught, who just sat nearby and looked like a kid who got caught in the middle of his parents' argument. Though instead of tears or fear there was only irritation on his face, irritation at Sid's words.

- You should have discussed this with me! What am I paying for? - The punk didn't calm down, as if he had really lost a large sum of money.

- You're not paying me.

Murphy's answer was harsh, and it surprisingly shut the punk up.

- Fuck you both. - Sid hissed, and then went off to find some food.

Vayt and Farz followed him with their eyes, then Black shifted his gaze to Murphy.

- I'm proud of you. - he whispered, smiling slightly.

Farz turned his head toward him. Seeing his faint smile, Farz smiled himself and turned away, rolling his eyes and clucking his tongue.

- Go to hell. - without the slightest desire to offend, he said.

- Can you keep your voice down? - Sid opened his fucking mouth again as he finished making the sandwich, waving the table knife around.

The very fact that there would be a third person in the apartment made the punk resent it.

Farz covered half his face with his palm and shook his head silently. That bastard would whine a lot. For some reason, Sid didn't like Vayt right away. Why the hostility? Was it because of that incident at the cafe? No, hardly, it was just a sudden shouting match, which in fact was nothing compared to those instances where Sid provoked his own beating. Maybe because of the threat? Also unlikely... it looked pathetic. He obviously couldn't take offense or get angry over bullshit like that. Then what's the matter? Why the animosity? Guess it will be had to find out in the future.

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

guys i know s1 chase is fatphobic and like is just a hater but like i could fix him

[bonefall]

no joke you turned star flower into one of my least favorite characters into one of my favorites. this is why i follow you and this is why its important to talk about this stuff. even when people are aware of these issues, it can be hard to see just how deep they run until somebody points it out

Star Flower deserves better, most of the cast of DOTC deserves better but Star Flower, Snake, and Bumble deserve the most better

She didn't DO anything man. She's not even that mean. It's super popular for people to just end up absolutely hating her because of Thunder being jealous and angry at her, but she didn't fuckin "betray" anyone, and everything Thunder is saying about her is SUPER messed up and should really have been examined!

Like... how do they unironically write Thunder looking at Star Flower, saying "YOU ONLY LIKE MY DAD BECAUSE HE REMINDS YOU OF YOUR FATHER" and just let that hang in the air?? And leave Clear Sky's internal monologue about how she's going to obey him, be more loyal to him than his "own kin" (Thunder) whomst he's actively abusing, and how he finally has someone who won't question him?

I need her to get therapy, man. I need her and Thunder to get therapy and Clear Sky to blow up.

[the-woman-upstairs]

Firmly believe that if Ford had joined the Henchmaniacs, he and Pyronica would’ve instantly become besties. Ford finds out she’s a quantum physics genius who burned her city to the ground when she didn’t receive the proper appreciation she so rightfully deserved and is like “oh she’s just like me fr.” They would’ve been a “two queens maximizing their joint slay” dynamic for the ages.

[chimerahyperfix]

You’re looking for something— no, someone, too, aren’t you?

(I can’t comprehend how you understand what’s going on, with your lifeless shell. Craft as you are.)