#tropical techno

[babychaosworld]

I’ve noticed there aren’t many Namor playlists on Spotify.

So, I made one 🌊🐚💦🫧

hope you enjoy & danceeeee 🐍🪶🧜🏾‍♂️

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for January 27, 2018; #154.

Ngly “XII”

Kamixlo “Splxcity”

Dedekind Cut “Fear In Reverse 2”

Alec Empire “Victims Of Authority”

Chino Amobi “Warszawa”

Gainstage “RGB Sun”

Girl Pusher “Lip Tattoo”

Emptyset “Ground”

Isn’t Ours “Throat Peel”

Appetite “Bordeaux Gallow”

Believer / Law “Foxhole Prayers”

Ciarra Black “Series Of…”

Army Of The Universe “1999” (Alec Empire RMX)

Kyoka “Smash / Hush”

Container “Dripping”

Tzusing “King Of Hosts”

Ancient Methods & Azar Swan “Swallow The Screw”

Ancient Methods & Tropic Of Cancer “It Won’t Take Me”

JK Flesh “Bayley Tower” (RMX)

JK Flesh “Holbrook Tower”

Silent Servant “Dissociation”

Russell Haswell “Hardwax Flashback” (Powell RMX)

Vatican Shadow “Interrogation Mosaic”

Deluxe darkness broadcast.

[iamlisteningto]

tropical interface’s OM1

[djhamaradio]

Duppy Echoes: 12:00 - 02:00 - Sunday 16th 2023

A Dance floor Suspended in time and space

Ozila - Wola Wola (South Africa)

Nese Alkan - Tut Kalbimi Tut (Turkey)

Milton - Mizik Nou (Haiti)

Logg - On The Line (New York City)

Pascal Latour - Lage Yo

Unlimited Touch - In the Middle

Bana - Rintchie Rintchie

Birdbone Unlimited - Heart Attack

Nicolaas Jaar - Mi Mujer

Senga Ferreira - Tomorrow never comes

Donny Hathaway - Memory of our love

01:00 - 02:00 Sunday

Femi Kut - Truth Dont Die

Mbongwana Star - Shegue

Bazare D Pablo - Nassima

Koffi Olomide - Micko

Orlando Divo - Beleza

Jura Soundsystem - Canafe Denim

Celia Cruz - Un Bemba Pal Yemaya

Shina Williams -

Osunlade - Cantos

Joy Orbison - Burn

African Folk Joint - Houwenema

Mala - Cuba Electronic

[motion90affect]

"Mixing Hypnosis" | Phonk | House |Tropical House | Electronica | Dubstep

[sashmaster]

HOUSE FUSION RADIO on Mixcloude the LIVE RADIO for ELECTRONIC MUSIC!

[weisskalt]

Tripstasy by Tropical Sludge is a hypnotic journey that should have your third eye lost into a fantasy rainforest with dripping psychedelia & deep analogue stimulation. The mesmerising & downtempo atmosphere will transport you into a surreal dreamland, perfect for introspective listening.

Ni Moya takes us deeper into the rainforest with a driving techno rework reminiscent of 90s Goa/Psy, a deadly bassline and smashing 808, opening the space for a utopian awakening for any doof sunrise.

Credits: Music by Tropical Sludge Remix by Ni Moya Mastered by World Frequencies

Bandcamp + other links

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Thinking about Techno who works in a mermaid research/rehab facility and the three mermaids who are super attached to him.

Techno is not a marine biologist. He's a college student who picked up a janitor job at the place for some extra cash. He's only supposed to clean the walkways and maybe feed the mers by throwing fish in the tank occasionally. But somehow, he ends up with three mers who have taken a liking to him and the scientists don't bother discouraging the bonding since it makes them easier to handle.

Phil is an adult arctic mer. He is friendly enough, but very solitary and reserved - like most arctic mers are. They're prone to hiding. Techno is the only one who can reliably lure Phil out. Phil refuses to show himself when Techno isn't around. Catching him against his will would be stressful and could potentially harm him or the humans involved in the project, so the scientists see only upsides to encouraging Phil's apparent bonding with Techno. Even if Techno is around, Phil will not let any human except Techno touch him, so the scientists sometimes have to guide Techno through what he has to do when they need to do checkups and such.

Wilbur is extremely hostile, and will often attack anybody who comes close to him, his pod, or even his perceived territory. He's of indeterminate species, looks like a deep sea mer but seems to not need to live on the bottom of the ocean, so rather peculiar and his health is very weird. He's very dangerous though, and same as Phil he will not let himself be touched or lured by anybody except Techno for some reason.

Lastly, there's Tommy, a tropic mer. He's actually extremely friendly with humans! Maybe a little too friendly. He has injured and (almost) drowned several people working at the facility because he plays very roughly and is always so eager. He's younger than the other two, not having reached adulthood by mer standards. He's like a happy little puppy except a puppy that is very prone to mischief and doesn't know his own strength. Techno is - again, for some reason - the only human he seems to listen to. Tommy does not care when any other human says "stop" or gives an indication he's hurting them. He doesn't always listen to Techno when he says "stop" but does seem to care when he's hurting Techno. So there's that.

The trio forms a pod - traditionally, species is determined by where a mer is hatched, but they can live anywhere after. Most mer form a pod with other mers of the same species and don't leave the area they're born, but Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy all individually happen to get kicked out or lose their birth pods for whatever reason, ending up together in a strange three-person pod. It's a scientific oddity, which makes them so interesting to study.

They're not going to be happy being locked up forever though. Eventually, they'll get sick of the tank.

And who knows, maybe they'll take their favorite human with them when they leave :3c

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Madeline Ashby’s ‘Glass Houses’

I'm coming to BURNING MAN! On TUESDAY (Aug 27) at 1PM, I'm giving a talk called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE!" at PALENQUE NORTE (7&E). On WEDNESDAY (Aug 28) at NOON, I'm doing a "Talking Caterpillar" Q&A at LIMINAL LABS (830&C).

Glass Houses – published today by Tor Books – is Madeline Ashby's terrifying technothriller: it's an internet-of-things haunted house story that perfectly captures (and skewers) toxic tech culture while also running a savage whodunnit plot that'll keep you guessing to the end:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9780765382924/glasshouses

Kristen is the "Chief Emotional Manager" for Wuv, a hot startup that has defined the new field of "affective computing," which is when a computer tells you what everyone else around you is really feeling, based on the unsuppressible tells emitted by their bodies, voices and gadgets.

"Chief Emotional Manager" is just a cutesy tech euphemism for "chief of staff." The only person whose emotions Kristen really manages is Sumter William, the boyish billionaire CEO and founder of Wuv. Sumter hired Kirsten because they share a key developmental trait: both were orphaned at an early age and had to raise themselves in a media spotlight.

Both Sumter and Kristen had been in the spotlight even before their parents' death, though. Sumter was the focus of the intense attention that the children of celebrity billionaires always come in for. Kristen, though, was thrust into the spotlight by her parents: her prepper cryptocurrency hustling father, and her tradwife mother, whose livestreams of Kristen's childhoods involved letting the audience vote everything from whether she'd get dessert after dinner to whether her mother should give her bangs.

Kristen's parents died the most Extremely Online death imaginable: a cryptocurrency price-spike sent her father's mining rigs into overdrive, and when they burst into flame, the IoT house system failed to alert him until it was too late. The fire left Kristen both alone and horribly burned, with scars over much of her body.

Managing Sumter through Wuv's tumultuous launch is hard work for Kristen, but at last, it's paid off. The company has been acquired, making Kristen – and all her coworkers on the founding core team – into instant millionaires. They're flying to a lavish celebration in an autonomous plane that Sumter chartered when the action begins: the plane has a malfunction and crashes into a desert island, killing all but ten of the Wuvvies.

As the survivors explore the island, they discover only one sign of human habitation: a huge, brutalist, featureless black glass house, which initially rebuffs all their efforts to enter it. But once they gain entry, they discover that the house is even harder to leave.

This is the setup for a haunted house story where the house seems to be an unknown billionaire prepper's IoT house of horrors. As the survivors of the crash suffer horrible injuries and deaths on the island, the remaining Wuvvies bolt themselves inside, setting up a locked-room whodunnit that runs in parallel.

This is a fantastic dramatic engine for Ashby's specialty: extremely pointed techno-criticism. The ensuing chapters, which flip back and forth between the story of Wuv's rise and rise to a top tech company, and the company's surviving staff being terrorized on a paradisaical tropical aisle, flesh out Ashby's speculation and the critique it embodies.

For example, there's the political culture of Ashby's future America. Wuv are a Canadian company, headquartered in Toronto, and we gradually come to understand that Canada is the beneficiary of an exodus of tech companies from the US following a kind of soft Christian Dominionist takeover (Kristen and Sumter often have to wrangle rules about whether women are allowed to enter the USA in the company of men they aren't married to and who aren't their brothers or fathers).

The flashbacks to this America are beautifully and subtly drawn, especially the scenes in Vegas, which manages to still be Vegas, even amidst a kind national, legally mandated Handmaid's Tale LARP. Ashby uses her futuristic speculation to illuminate the present, that standing wave where the past is becoming the future. Like everything in the shadows of a haunted house tale, this stuff will make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

I'm a big Madeline Ashby fan. I have the honor of having published her first story, when I was co-editing one of the Tesseracts anthologies of Canadian SF. I've read and really enjoyed every one of her books, but this one feels like a step-change in Ashby's career, a leveling up to something even more haunting and brilliant than her impressive back-catalog.

Madeline and I will be live at Chevalier's Books in LA on Aug 16 as part of her Glass Houses tour:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/book-talk-madeline-ashbys-glass-houses-tickets-965286486867

Community voting for SXSW is live! If you wanna hear RIDA QADRI and me talk about how GIG WORKERS can DISENSHITTIFY their jobs with INTEROPERABILITY, VOTE FOR THIS ONE!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/13/influencers/#affective-computing

[twisted-confessions]

Y'know what, I'm feeling a little bored.

I don't really have much to contribute to the TWST community besides my writing skills and my editing skills so I figured I'd offer my services!!!

I love making Twst cards of my OC Isabella Haddock and of other peoples Twst OC's like @boopshoops Yuu Shi and Jocia Gains so I'm offering to turn your OC/Yuusona into different rated Twst Gacha Cards for you!!! You can send in an ask with your character and the full details listed below. I'll have examples of Cards and extra request details below the cut.

Please don't hesitate to ask as I have a ton of fun making them and can finish them in less than an hour so request as many cards of your TWST OCs as you want!!! Just make sure you read the details below.

WHAT I NEED TO MAKE YOUR CARD(S): - A full body pose or a pose up to the knees of your oc with a transp. background (if possible) OR -A headshot from the neck up I can paste it over an asset of the students outfits I have (credit to @alchemivich for asset files)

-What type of card it is (R/SR/SSR/Groovy)

-Their dorm (if fanmade, a logo of their dorm)

-The background you want if it's SR or SSR

-The name of the OC (I'll use google translate for the Japanese Kanji if you can't find it)

-Their outfit name (Eg. Tropical Wear, Dorm Uniform etc.)

And then we can go over finer details in a post thread or in a DM. If you don't have full art yet that's fine, just send the request when you do! I'll have these requests open as long as I'm free. Also, NO PRICES!!! I'm doing these for the free fun of it :). I'm open to art trades as a price if you want to make it even. Always love to see more art of my girl and her monster boys (Toothless, Grim and Stitch... the rest of NRC too lol-). All I ask is that if you post the card to please give credit to either me or my main blog @techno-danger

FURTHER DETAILS: Because of my obsession of sticking with Canon, I try to make the cards following their grades, for example if it's a School Uniform I'd default to make it an R card and R's don't have proper artistic backgrounds, only the patterned ones. If you do want to have a card that doesn't follow the grade system (eg. R card with a background, SR PE or School Uniform etc.) PLEASE let me know and emphasize that that's what you want.

R cards and SR cards go to the knees if they stand straight up, otherwise it depends on the pose you draw them in. SSR I'll try to fit the whole body in so keep in mind how you want your OC to look in your card. If you want a pose make sure to draw them in a pose, I'm not a miracle worker or an artist, I'm an inexperienced editor doing this for fun lol.

EXAMPLES: R, SR and SSR Cards of my OC Isabella Haddock (designed by the wonderful @boopshoops) and a Bonus Grim I did for fun to match her (RAMSHACKLE DESERVES A DORM UNIFORM DAMN IT-)

Difference between a Full Body Pose and Headshot Only Pose (using @alchemivich's game assets)

Custom Background (aka, not official TWST background assets)

Jocia Gains belongs to Shoopy in her AU, The Creation of A Villain (GO READ IT NOW-). I made this card as part of a thank you gift to her however we don't have any RSA cards so using a background Shoopy gave to me for Bella, I made my own version of RSA's R cards, logo included. I can do this for your OC too if they attend a different school.

If you managed to read ALL of this, thank you so much! You get a secret slice of cake 🍰 I can't wait to bring your OC cards to life!! Have fun requesting!

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

"Stop touching me!" - "I'm not touching you!"

@summer-of-bad-batch week 13 main prompt

Fandom: The Bad Batch/The Clone Wars Characters: Echo, Fives Set after season 3 when everyone is living happily on Pabu and Fives is alive and reunited with Echo, obviously Word Count: ~1100 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: After a lifetime fearing the roiling ocean dark of Kamino, Fives has his first encounter with the shallow, tropical sea of Pabu

I have put precisely zero thought into the questions 'How did Fives live?', 'How did Fives meet the Batch?' or 'How did Fives and Echo reunite?' These are unimportant considerations. What is important is that Fives and Echo are together again, happy on Pabu :)

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“It’s perfectly safe, Fives,” said Echo, a hum of amusement softening his usually gruff tone. “It’s just water.”

Fives looked at him askance, and then turned his sceptical gaze back to the gently lapping waves before them.

“We grew up on the same Kamino, right? What, Techno Union drill the ocean-safety lectures right out of your head?”

Echo only grinned good-naturedly, giving his brother a shove.

“If you’re afraid of this little… puddle,” he said, gesturing to the expanse of glittering sea stretching to the horizon, “you can stay on the beach. I’m sure no-one will be surprised that an Arc Trooper is too scared to go paddling with the little kids.”

Grumbling, Fives’ hand found Echo’s and clamped around it.

“Fine,” he muttered, taking a deep breath and then a deliberate step forwards. “But you’re coming with me!”

“I’m not the one who’s scared of the water, tubie,” Echo laughed, but squeezed Fives’ hand reassuringly all the same.

They ventured down to the water’s edge, Fives squealing and shuffling backwards as an unexpected wave rushed up and doused his toes. In moments Echo was pulling him further in, until he was up to his ankles, up to his shins, up to his knees, in warm, undulating water.

“There,” said Echo teasingly, “that’s not so bad, is it?”

Fives made a wordless, disparaging noise, swinging their hands gently between them.

“S’pose not,” he offered eventually, wriggling his toes to dig them into the damp sand that formed the seabed underfoot. “Didn’t expect it to be warm.”

“Want to go in a bit deeper?”

“Yeah… sure.”

They sloshed slowly through the waves, Echo giving a shudder when they reached a depth where the water finally lapped against his skin, above the join of his prostheses. Fives noticed and nudged their shoulders together, a single raised eyebrow asking the question for him, but Echo smiled his reassurance and carried on.

“I’m waterproof, you know. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Always going to worry about you, Echo,” breathed Fives, eyes on the studded metal implants either side of his brother’s pale, knobbly spine.

Sensing the turn in his mood, Echo freed his hand and dashed a sweeping arm across the surface of the water, sending a cascade of droplets arcing in the sun. They spattered Fives’ chest, drawing an indignant squark from him.

By the time they were waist height in the water, Echo tipped to his front, swimming forwards a few feet and waving back over his shoulder with his scomp arm to encourage Fives to join him.

Fives shook his head firmly. “Nuh-uh. I am not going out of my depth.”

“It’s still shallow,” called Echo, tipping back to his feet. The water lapped against the metal plate that replaced his sternum. “The sea-bed here goes out on a very gentle slope.”

Under his feet, Fives felt the seabed change from sand to rock as he ventured further from the shore. He glanced back nervously at the island, moaning softly at how distant it seemed to be, before coming to stand beside Echo.

“Happy?” he said with a mock glare, letting his arms float atop the water whilst he bobbed on his toes.

“Happy,” confirmed Echo with a smile.

For a while they simply stood, waves bobbing against their chests, watching the whirl of seabirds and the track of wispy clouds across the horizon.

All of a sudden Fives flinched, convulsing and flailing at the water.

“Ugh! Echo, stop touching me! Your duraplast feet are cold and slimy!”

“Huh?” Echo looked nonplussed, brows knitting in a frown. “I’m not touching you.”

“Yes you are,” moaned Fives, standing on one leg to rub at his calf. “Running your foot down my leg, it feels weird. Leave me alone.”

Echo shook his head, and at his genuine puzzlement a look of horror dawned on Fives.

“What is touching me in the water?”

“I don’t know,” said Echo unhelpfully. Then, with a grin, “Duraplast legs, remember? Can’t feel anything.”

The brothers locked eyes, Fives’s dark brown searching Echo’s mischievously glinting amber for any hint of reassurance. Then he convulsed again, letting out an almighty shriek.

“It touched me again! Echo!”

In moments he had clawed his way into his brother’s arms, legs wrapped tightly round Echo’s waist and arms all but smothering his face. Echo staggered under his weight, even with the water to support them, trying to steady Fives with his left arm whilst he rubbed the side of his scomp along his side soothingly.

“Hey, Fives!” he said, unable to keep the laughter from his voice. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Kriff, let up before you choke me…”

“Take me back to shore, Echo!” howled Fives, and Echo could never tell how much was genuine and how much was drama in Fives’ penchant for overreacting. “I don’t like it out here!”

Echo peeled Fives’ limbs from his torso, shoving him away. Fives yelped as he ducked briefly under the waves, then bobbed back to the surface, treading water.

Taking a breath, Echo ducked under too, blinking back the salt-sting against his open eyes. When he surfaced again he was grinning, holding up a handful of long, leathery kelp.

“It’s just seaweed, Fives,” he crowed, gently mocking. “It can’t hurt you!”

“It felt gross,” lamented Fives, still frantically pedalling to keep himself afloat. “Let’s go back, Echo. I don’t want to be in the water any more!”

With a wicked grin, Echo slung the seaweed at Fives, laughing at the wet slap it made as it hit his skin. Fives groaned, flailing as he brushed it off, before he swam back towards Echo.

“Carry me back to shore,” he demanded, grabbing round his neck with both arms once more.

Echo linked his arms under Fives, scomp across his back, left arm hooked under his knees.

“You’re such a tubie,” he grinned affectionately, squeezing him tightly as he began to wade back to shallower water. “I can’t believe you’re scared of the seaweed.”

“You can’t feel it,” Fives moaned, lolling his head back dramatically. “It was horrible.”

“I’m gonna put it in your bed.”

“Do that, and I’ll disown you.”

“You’d never do that.”

Fives huffed an unimpressed noise. “Don’t be so sure.”

Echo held him close as the water dropped away from their bodies, sloshing round his thighs as Fives shivered in the air.

“We’ll see,” he murmured, lowering Fives to his feet when they were no more than knee deep once more.

Then, with a shove that sent Fives staggering into the waves, “Race you to the shore!”

[kittyball23]

Which tribes besides the Pop Tribe do you imagine the Brozone members fitting into the most?

Rock would probably be my top answer in that, since I do recall the BroZone website stated each of t the brothers' preferred music tastes - JD Pop-Rock, Spruce Tropical Rock, Clay Alternative Rock, and Floyd Soft Rock n' Roll.

I think that they would get along great with the other tribes, too, though, and their members. Clay would probably like the sophistication of the Classical Trolls, Bruce would like the groove/vibes of the Funk Trolls. I could see Floyd jamming to Techno tunes if he gets in the right mood, and John Dory - perhaps as I have heard headcanoned - may take a fancy with Delta Dawn in Lonesome Flats 🙂

[vanillablankcanvas]

Floyd - Cut Ex Boyfriends

After much thought, some of the backstories of these ex boyfriends have not developed as organically as I had hoped. It's like I was adding them for the sake of adding them and trying to stick to the results of that recent poll I did. :P

Only two of them were fully finished. West and Bermuda.

Bermuda is from across the ocean, he is a distant relative in the Techno Royal Family so he is like a Duke or something. Their tribe lives in a tropical lagoon, they have more Polynesian vibes, and their music is more like lo-fi. The spots on his tail are supposed to look like an island whilst the ones on his arm are supposed to look like a tattoo.

West was training to take over the family farm from his dad Quarry but he secretly wanted to be a musician. Floyd was supposed to overstep and try to talk to West's dad for him. Quarry chased him off the farm. Floyd would come back years later to apologise, to find one of West's sisters running the farm. Quarry had given West permission to pursue music.

The other two were Fever and Mojito which I didn't get around to drawing.

Fever was going to be the last Disco Troll. He would preach the return of Disco like a religion. He would take in a homeless Floyd and try to convert him to Disco.

Mojito was a Reggaeton Troll who was Floyd's roommate in 'Under Rageous'. Mojito was in a polyamorous relationship and offered Floyd into said relationship. Floyd tried but decided it wasn't for him.

Feel bad to cut them but some of their stories were too similar to the remaining boyfriends or they just didn't fit into the overall story flow.

But I still wanted you to meet them soooooo tadaaaa

[puhpandas]

Coolsville

(1,413 words)

At a Halloween party during college, Evan's friends ask him a question that gets him thinking. 🎃🕷🍫👻

Evan hadnt expected to enjoy the party. College parties in the movies were always so loud and rowdy, and everyone would always be drinking and being obnoxious and-- its almost like a buffet table of everything Evan doesn't like.

He almost hadnt even gone, but of course, Gregory had somehow wrangled him into going, even without him there by his side, having to stay home to finish his comic page before his deadline. "Come on, Evan, you have to take risks every once in a while. What's the worst that could happen?"

And Evan had truly tried his best to find the answer to that question on the way there. His friends from college, people he met in classes and activities around campus who invited him, were the ones to pick him up.

But it somehow didnt cross his mind that these are his friends, and they-- they know how he is, and they're good friends, so maybe the party wouldn't be as bad as in the movies.

It ended up not being, when he finally arrived and there werent even that many people. The music hadnt shaken the walls or hurt his ears, the place was covered head to toe in halloween decorations, jelly window clings on every glass surface, streamers and balloons and ghost and gravestone shaped cookies layed out, tropical punch food-colored radioactive green on the counters.

It hadnt been like the movies, which are like Evans worst nightmare-- it was fun.

He'd danced badly with his friends, the number of attendants small and not overwhelming. The music turned from techno to spooky quickly, as soon as people in costume started showing up. Evan himself is starting to run out of ideas (so many Halloween's going all out with Gregory is making his internal costume bank run on empty), so he'd had to settle on one half of his homemade duo costume with Gregory; two beanie baby bears, The Beginning and The End.

Any tightness he'd felt in his chest dreading every second he got closer to arriving at the party slowly but surely ebbed as time went on. He munched on the sweet treats, colored frosting turning his tongue orange, and talked with his friends. Norman, who he met joining a birdwatching club, talked about some drama with his ex-girlfriend back in high school, and Kenny, who he met simply after being partnered with him in a group assignment, told an elaborate story about when his dog went missing as a kid and how they brought her home.

Any uncomfortable-ness that could have lingered is nowhere to be seen by the time everything's said and done. Evan's shocked to see the time at 11:28pm when he'd arrived at six, so he shoots Gregory a quick text letting him know he'll be late home.

After reading Gregorys enthusiastic response, Evan heads back into the living room, where the TV is playing some cartoon on mute, Lo-Fi Halloween music is playing softly on the speakers, and everyone except Evan and his friends has cleared out. The cookie plates are empty, the punch bowl almost drained, and Evan's face hurts from how much hes been smiling all evening.

After he settles on the couch, they all get to talking again, Evan seamlessly re-entering the conversation feeling like he never left. He doesnt feel like a burden here, not like he did with his 'friends' in high school. He laughs boisterously as Kenny recounts an inside joke.

At some point, everyone tired and their batteries draining, they switch the topic to something that's just as childish as Evan likes it; Twenty Questions.

The questions are tame at first, like favorite foods and colors, but they get more personal and in depth as time goes on. They ask about first crushes, most embarrassing moments and history with friends.

One question gets Evan to pause, though.

"Okay, okay," Joshua, whos-- great, really, super great and awesome, starts after the giggling dies down enough to get any words out. "I've got one. Let's say you walk into a room, and everyone you've ever known is there-- who are you going to find first?"

Evan blinks, not even having to think. They go around the circle, like they have this whole time, until they reach him. "What about you, Evan?" Joshua asks.

"My brother." His mouth says so quickly he almost surprises himself.

"Really?" Joshua asks, smiling. He's met Gregory before and they got along great. "Why him, out of everyone?"

He only takes a second to respond, but he doesnt think anything he saying has any thought behind it. The words are already in his mouth, so sure when they spill out.

"Who else," Evan says. "if not him?"

Everyone seems to take that as answer enough, Joshua nodding before revealing his own answer. It's like background noise to Evan, who's still staring at the same crumb-riddled Frankenstein shaped paper plate that's been sitting on the coffee table this whole time.

Who else, if not him? Evan doesn't think theres one person in this world he would choose over Gregory. Not Cassidy, no matter how much he loves her, not Cassie, not his family, and certainly none of his blood family.

He tries to think of a scenario where he does. He can't.

It always circles back to Gregory, who found him almost ten years ago now and changed everything. Gregory, who is the sole reason hes here today. Gregory, who did more for him than anyone else. Gregory, who he cant imagine living without, who he wouldnt want to. Gregory, who's always been there for him. Gregory, who caused Evan to become the person he is today.

Gregory, whos the only reason Evan came to this party, met people he believes are real, true friends, had fun on his own, took a risk.

He took a risk over a year ago, when he ditched his family and hightailed it to the Fazbears when he was eighteen. He took a risk when Gregory convinced him he was capable of college, when theyd made plans when they were so young that college felt infinitely far away to Evan. He took a risk when he mumbled his name to Gregory that day, the chance of getting it spat back in his face a real possibility.

Who else, if not him? Evan cant think of a single one.

He gets the sudden urge to text Gregory, and the moment he sets a hand on his phone, it vibrates with a new text message.

Gregory: if u dont come home soon im gonna be asleep when u get here lol

"Evan?" Joshua asks suddenly. Evan jolts, glancing up to look at him. The chatter has stopped, and Josh is staring at him in a way where Evan can tell it's not the first look he's sent. "Are you okay?"

A smile creeps up on Evan's face, wobbly but enough to make his cheeks hurt. "Yeah," He says, rubbing at his thankfully dry eyes. "I just-- think I'm gonna head home soon, yknow?"

Joshua smiles ever so slightly. "Yeah."

Norman and Kenny start awwing, and it makes Evan smile even wider. Joshua grabs his keys after they're done hugging Evan, and they head outside and get in his car together.

Its quiet when they start driving, and Evan sends a text to Gregory before looking at Joshua. "I'm sorry if it seemed like I wanted to leave at the end, there..." He feels the need to say. "I just-- got to thinking."

"About what?" Josh asks.

Evan smiles instinctively. "My brother."

Joshua chuckles, shifting to just one hand on the steering wheel. "I get it. Yknow my parents had another kid when I was like, twelve?"

Evan's eyes widen. "Wow, really?"

"Yeah." Joshua says. "They were worried we wouldn't get along, but... even if it was hard at first, we got close." Evan looks at him from the passenger seat, and the smile on Josh's face is all genuine, pure love.

"Hes nine now." He says. "I think... I think nowadays, I'd do anything for him."

Evan smiles, it's a small, soft smile, and he thinks back to a twelve year old Gregory, a lightning bolt of a kid who struck Evan very suddenly and swept him up in a way he'd never forget.

"Yeah," Evan almost whispers, turning on his phone and looking at the photo of him and Gregory when they were fifteen as his lockscreen. "me too."

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[heavenlyhoundoom]

Yet another Sun and Moon show au.

The alternate universe is called "Sunny's Pizza Plex" au. In this universe, Sun, Moon, Earth, Eclipse, Lunar, Happyfrog, Mr.Hippo, and Bloodmoon are the stars of the Pizza Plex instead of Freddy, Monty, Roxy, and Chica, who are the daycare attendants in this au.

Sunny is a glamrock themed golden retriever animatronic. He's the fun loving leader of the group and his main attraction is Sunny's arcade.

Moondrop is a techno themed wolf animatronic. He's the cool one of the group and his main attraction is Moondrop's laser tag.

Earth is an indie folk themed butterfly animatronic. She's the motherly character of the group and her main attraction is Earth's cozy café.

Lunar is a kawaiicore mouse animatronic. He's the sweet one of the group and his main attraction is Lunar's sweet shop.

Bloodmoon is a heavy rock themed bat animatronic(based on old design). He's the tough guy of the group and his main attraction is Bloodmoon's raceway.

Eclipse is a classical music themed lion animatronic. He's the gentleman of the group and his main attraction is Eclipse's art muesam.

Happyfrog is a pop themed frog animatronic. She's the peppy one of the group and her main attraction is Happyfrog's beauty salon.

Mr.Hippo is a tropical music themed hippo animatronic. He's the laid-back one of the group and his main attraction is Mr.Hippo's water park.

Spring was a Christian music themed rabbit animatronic. He was the wise friend the others looked for guidance and his main attraction was Spring's Christian gift shop. He fell victim to a freak accident on stage and was completely destroyed. Lunar ended up replacing Spring and his branding and Bloodmoon(Batty at the time) was built to takes Lunar's place as the little robot helper of the employees.

Batty(based on second design) was Bloodmoon's old identity. He was a small, white and red bat animatronic who wore a navy blue cloak and he was built to be the new robot employee aide, but he wanted to be more than that, he wanted to be one of the stars, he tried imitating the stars in hope he could possibly become the co-star of one of them, but he wasn't able to find his footing, after all of his failure, some mean employees told Batty things like he was destined to fail and that he'll never be anything more than an annoying little employee helper. Batty considered giving up and just stick with the path he was given, but decided to try one last time, not as a co-star of someone else and they're genre, but instead his own star and the genre he enjoys most....

Pigpatch was a counrty themed pig animatronic. He was the least popular of the group and his main attraction was Pigpatch's log ride. One night, he, the other animatronics, and the Pizza Plex higher ups gather around to judge Batty's last attempt at stardom. Instead of any of the generes of the preexisting characters, Batty starts playing some heavy rock, and he was really good at it. Everyone was amazed by Batty's performance, there was only one problem, they couldn't afford to add a new band member nor a new attraction for them, so if he wanted to be one of the stars, he'd have to either wait for when they could afford it, or if one of the current stars retired. Batty was very sad, he excepted his misfortune and was ready to give up on his pursuit to be a star, but Pigpatch got up and told the higher ups that he was retiring, they asked if he was sure about this and he said "Sure, Batty really wants to be a star, and I'm the least popular member anyway, so I think a lot of people will like him more than they like me." Sunny asks where Pigpatch will go and he says that he'll be going solo and travel the world as his own country music artist. Pigpatch would leave. Batty would change his name to Bloodmoon, have his chip placed into the animatronic body he has now, replace Pigpatch and his branding, and become way more popular.

Helpy: He's just Bloodmoon's replacement as the robot employee helper.