#...for the record this is neither A) canon nor B) really in fitting with how i'd write the theoretical joe-and-false fic in my head

[theminecraftbee]

Joe has been wandering around Cogsmede recently. The way he figures, he's set up an apartment and everything. If he's going to be living here for the foreseeable future, he needs to explore, after all! It wouldn't do to be a citizen of a nation he knows nothing about. He's got to have proper civic consciousness! Has to get the lay of the land!

He's also very nosy. Like, okay, the thing about civic duty is true, but he's also nosy, likes flipping levers, and has been very curious about everything going on here ever since he did that job for False. Like, okay, he gets why False hasn't explained yet, given that she has memory loss and everything and like, had been asking Joe to figure it out because she didn't know either? But... he's nosy. There's gotta be more going on here, right?

So he's been wandering. He's been hitting levers. He's been curious. He wants to know what he can find.

He finds something one day when, while wandering through a storage area, he sees a lever, and he hits it, and a hidden block opens.

Now, Joe knows all about people trying to keep things secret. He tries to keep things secret himself. He only sometimes succeeds? People go through his things all the time even when they are a secret. That's just, like, what having friends is about.

He goes inside and -

Okay. So Joe is friends with Cleo. So this shouldn't be - she has a collection of heads herself. Joe even gave Cleo a lot of them. So this really isn't that concerning, he thinks, glancing back at the tunnel he'd crawled through before looking forward. False's head is in a glass case, true, which - is that self-harm of self-love, he's, he's very much avoiding looking at the thing that's thrown him off and that's fine, his eyes can keep on skipping over that. Like, okay, listen, this is basically nothing compared to what Cleo amassed in Season 7, and everyone had loved that!

It's - his eyes keep skipping over the thing he very much doesn't want to look at - not that bad of a collection. Some of them are still a bit - gorey - which. He can probably even... give advice on how not to do that! To get the nice clean player heads, instead of, uh, messy. Messy decapitations and trophies. That's - it's fine. He's not looking at it. There are some rare heads here, like that guy who came to visit and help them build that undersea kingdom. Like that!

Joe remembers that. That had been a business-as-usual, playing sort of getting someone's head. It's nice and clean and intentional and a player head, not a -

So, look, the thing he doesn't remember is -

He rubs at his neck. He's just. Sometimes that's what someone gets for wandering around, right? They find things they don't want to, like about six of his own head, in various states of clean-to-mangled, carefully catalogued. It's - really, he's friends with Cleo. This shouldn't bother him! And, like, surely they have traders here, right? Yes. Wandering traders sometimes, uh, have player heads, although they're normally less - well, they're normally more the fun kind and not - well - he doesn't want to look at it.

Maybe they just have very violent traders here. He's not sure... how or why they'd have - it still doesn't really explain why Joe doesn't remember - well, it would, theoretically, except injuries like that could have only been sustained while alive and Joe really, really thinks he ought to, given the fact some are, uh, those injuries are - are more than a decapitation is all he's saying some of them are - he doesn't -

He yelps as he hears a thump behind him, realizes the narrow passage was the only way out or in, and turns around to see False.

"Joe?" she says. She sounds concerned.

"Uh, hi False!" Joe says. "Sorry, I tripped on a lever, you know how it is. Do - do you know -"

He cuts himself off, because he's not. Really sure what he's asking about? He rubs at his neck again. Yeah. Not really sure...

"Awfully high to trip on, don't you think? Don't worry. I can help you get back to your room," False says.

"Oh, good," Joe says. "That's good. I, uh - I mean, I can't help but notice -"

And then Joe wakes up back in his room.

He blinks. His head hurts. He's lying on his pillow. There's a note on the dresser; he must have caught something. That's - he doesn't remember how he got back here, but he must have fallen ill. He's been working very hard. False has left him some tea. It's nice of her. It'll feel good, since his throat hurts so much.

His throat really hurts too. It's hard to describe. Like something's been pulled through the inside of it. Or he's been screaming.

He'd remember if he'd been screaming, though. After all, what is there to scream about?

Best to wait until he feels better. Then he can get back to exploring, and picking up new jobs, and leading cats to help open the Rift. Yeah. That makes sense. His head still hurts, and everything is awfully foggy. At some point, he lost his levels. He's been doing that a lot lately. He's not sure how.

He's sure it's fine.

#empires smp #joe hills #falsesymmetry #a bee fic #...for the record this is neither A) canon nor B) really in fitting with how i'd write the theoretical joe-and-false fic in my head #and you know. i remain a false apologist. #i'm more just saying. hey those memory loss potions. hey those killing impulses #there's uh. a lot of fridge horror in that one. when you consider the guy who has been living in cogsmede for the past while #memory loss #...let me know if this needs another tag btw

[a-froger-epic]

Get out your glitter leotards and pour some champagne in your cat mugs! 🥂 🍾 It’s time to celebrate Freddie! 🎉😸

🎊 Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 🎊

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ABOUT THE EVENT

This weekend is a content creation event in honour of the man himself, the legend we all love, Freddie Mercury! Once more, everyone who is inspired by Freddie is invited to share their creativity with the fandom. You can write, draw, edit, record, even cross-stitch 😉 content for absolutely anything related to Freddie, any ship, any genre, any way you like. This is an indiscriminately inclusive, positive event. Everyone is welcome, there is no wrong way to be a fan of Freddie! (Except convincing yourself you're dating his ghost maybe. That's pretty wrong. And weird. Don't do that.)

WHEN? On the 21st, 22nd and 23rd of May.

HOW? On the above dates (or after!), post your contributions to the AO3 collection or alternatively on Tumblr, tagged ‘#fmw2021’ or/and ‘#freddie mercury weekend 2021’. If you post on Tumblr, please also tag @a-froger-epic to make sure you get a reblog from me!

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THE PROMPTS

You can be as free with the prompts as you like. They are here to inspire, there is no wrong way to write them! Change them around, mix them up, make them fem!Freddie, A/B/O, add your favourite ship. Anything goes! 😊

21st of May - 500-1000 word challenge!

We’re kicking off the event with ficlets and drabbles. First time writer just testing the waters? No need for an epic, just write a scene! No time to write but you want to participate? Surely you’ll find time for 500 words! 😉 Interpret these mini-prompts however you like (every one is a separate prompt, but you can combine them!):

Make-Up 💄   |   Pain/Pleasure 👀

Strip 👕   |   Ring 💍

Forbidden 🤫   |   Delilah 🐈

Piano 🎹   |   Dormitory 🛏 

Outrageous 🎉   |   Contentment 😌

Come Together 🎇   |   Ballet 🩰

Piece of Art 🎨   |   Leather 🧥

Cockring 🐔   |   Kimono 👘

Petals 🌸   |   Leotard 🕺🏻

Mustache 🧔   |   Last Time 😔

22nd of May - Is This The Real Life? 

A list of real event/canon timeline prompts from Freddie’s life. How real you want to keep them, however, is entirely up to you!

Down in flames

Freddie is 16 years old when he leaves boarding school. Does it have something to do with the school gardener, Sanjay? Did he flunk his exams or did he not even sit them? Is one thing connected to the other? Does he really find a boyfriend when he goes to stay with his aunt in Mumbai (then Bombay)? Either way, there’s the small matter of his parents finding out about all of it... (Sources: x x )

When Freddie met Kenny

Freddie is a guest on Kenny Everett's radio show in spring 1974. Freddie is living with Mary, Kenny is married. Two gay men, deep in the closet. To no one's surprise, they hit it off immediately. (Source: x )

But when did he? 

At some point during his relationship with Mary, prior to his relationship with David, Freddie had already begun sleeping with men. But how and when did that first happen? Cottaging in London? On tour somewhere in the world? Your guess is as good as ours… 

Flying High

Sex, Drugs and Rock n' Roll. Like all rock bands of their time, Queen doesn’t escape the copious amounts of cocaine in the entertainment industry for long. Somewhere on tour in America, perhaps, Freddie is first introduced to it. Where? How? 

Hide your tears

Jim said that he tried to be strong for Freddie and only cried in private, so as not to burden Freddie with his feelings. But this time, he is found. 

One-liners:

In 1969, Freddie doesn’t know how to cook an egg and neither does Roger (Source: x )

In 1977, Freddie meets Joe while on tour in Boston and starts dating him behind David's back

In 1990, Brian and Freddie work on 'The Show Must Go On' (Source: x )

In a year of your choice, Jim reminisces about his fondest moment(s) with Freddie

In 1976, Freddie and Mary end their relationship 

In 1984, Winnie gives Freddie a wedding ring (middle of the post: x )

In the late 60s, Freddie agrees to model for an Ealing Art School fashion show, but panics and flees the runway (Source: x )

In 1974, Freddie is strip-searched upon arrival in Australia (Source: x )

In 1982, Freddie and Roger go shopping in Amsterdam (Source: x )

In 1978, Freddie swings from a chandelier - naked (Source: x )

23rd of May - Is It Just Fantasy?

A list of AU prompts to spark your imagination. Take them and run with them or change them up, just have fun!

Make your dreams come true

Freddie hasn't been very fortunate in his life, until he finds a very special oil lamp, and rubs it just the right way. 

Beautiful stranger

Freddie meets an alluring stranger at a masquerade ball, who has more secrets than he can hide behind a mask. But Freddie has some of his own. 

Thicker than water 

Freddie agrees to a dreadful fate in order to save his little sister from the very same. Fortunately, he has friends who are more than willing to help him, but can they? Or are they, too, in danger?

Diamonds are a boy's best friend

Freddie is the prized jewel of the court, a skilled belly-dancer and entertainer, but he may also be plotting murder and getting away with it. 

Almost Real

In a distant future, humans have all but done away with face to face interaction. Humanity largely lives online. Children grow up isolated and live with only their families well into young adulthood. Cybersex is the new normal, although some families take a puritanical approach for fear of addiction. One day, impossibly, a real life young man falls through the containment field in Freddie’s back garden. 

One-liners:

This plane is going to crash (Freddie knew there was a reason he hated flying) 

Shipwrecked on an island (Freddie could never bear to be alone, but luckily/unfortunately for him…) 

Hunger Games AU (Freddie is so dead) 

A terrible road accident (Everyone is so dead, or are they?) 

Blind Date AU (Freddie's best friend is so dead for setting him up with this person… or are they…) 

Bank robbery (but who are the robbers and who are the hostages?) 

Magic AU ("Yer a wizard, Freddie!")

Film Noir AU (Secrets and cigarette holders) 

Interior Design AU (Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The Bodyguard AU (“And I will always love yooouuuu…”)

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RULES & FAQ

⛔ Strictly No Hate ⛔

This is the NUMBER ONE RULE of the event, to ensure that everybody feels safe. No rudeness, provocations or hate aimed at creators or other commenters will be permitted, not on AO3 nor Tumblr.

Follow these steps if you receive a comment or ask that distresses you:

Do not engage. (You can take a screenshot as proof.)

Delete it. No ifs, no buts. Just delete it. (Don’t hesitate to block anon hate on Tumblr.)

Alert me ( @a-froger-epic ) or @aboutnothingness, who is lending me a hand to make sure all needs are attended, all questions are answered and everything runs smoothly. We are here to actively support you. We’ve got your back, and we will gladly talk to you and help you feel better.

If you choose to ignore this rule, your work may be removed from the event. We would hate to resort to that.

But what if one of the works has upset me?

Can the thing that upset you be tagged, but it wasn’t? Then please inform @a-froger-epic or @aboutnothingness, and we will bring it to the creator’s attention. (Remember to use the appropriate tags, everybody!)

Was the thing that upset you already tagged? Or is it perhaps simply the characterisation you find disagreeable? Then we suggest you click on the ‘back’ button, take a deep breath and remind yourself it's just fanfic.

Who can participate?

Anyone who is inspired by Freddie Mercury in any way shape or form. This event is open to all.

Can I combine prompts from different days?

By all means! We look forward to your futuristic Freddie-gets-kicked-out-of-boarding-school Maycury Film Noir AU. With leotards. Go crazy.

I'm not sure where my creation fits in, what day do I post it? 

The days, like the prompts, are only suggestions. We don't mind when you post it, as long as you post it! Even if it's two weeks late! 

Help, I've never posted fic before! 

Don't worry, we've got you! (And more importantly, we've got AO3 invites!) @aboutnothingness is more than happy to walk you through the process of setting up an account and is also offering her services as a beta.

I’m still too nervous to participate!

You can post anonymously to the collection. You can disable anon comments on your work. You can disable comments entirely and just collect the kudos. You can close anon asks on Tumblr temporarily. But most importantly, we are here for you and we want you here!

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“I love the fact that I make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just half an hour of their lives, in any way that I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”

- Freddie Mercury

#Freddie Mercury Weekend 2021 #FMW2021 #freddiemercuryweekend2021 #fandom event #Queen fandom #Freddie Mercury #it's here! #REBLOG REBLOG REBLO-

[jcmorrigan]

Blakeworther,,,but college

OKAY. I SAW THIS LAST NIGHT AND WAS THINKING ALL THROUGH LAST NIGHT AND THIS MORNING BECAUSE THIS HAD TO BE GOOD

Blakeworther: ORIGINS (hopefully actually canon-compliant?)

-Vincent didn’t want a roommate. But RMU has a policy that unless a first-year has an extreme medical condition that requires them to room alone, they have to double up due to high attendance rates vs. limited dorm space. So unfortunately, Vincent needs to stay in the same room as this “Victor Blake” person he’s never met before and probably won’t like.

-He opens the door to their room on the first day. Victor is already there, decorating his half of the room. And you think Victor is a flirt nowadays? This is a Victor straight out of high school, with lingering teenage hormones. He takes one look at Vincent, gives him a coy smile, and just goes “Hello, beautiful.” And winks.

-Vincent goes “Don’t talk to me” and starts setting up his side of the room.

-Well, that’s rude. Victor tries to engage in conversation a couple more times, but Vincent makes it clear he is NOT HAVING IT, so Victor eventually gives up and pouts. (Vincent really is pretty. But more importantly than that, Victor kind of wanted his roommate to be his friend. That seems like a requirement for the college experience.)

-Oh, well. If they can put up with each other for one (1) year, they can request new roommates for their second year.

-Vincent sets off for his 8 a.m. on the first day. Psychology 101. He gets going at about 7 because he NEEDS to make a statement by getting there first. Back in high school, he was valedictorian, and he must continue to show people how classy, smart, and punctual he is.

-He arrives at the classroom. Seemingly empty. He strides through the door -

-The next thing he knows, he’s on the floor. Someone has screamed. He thinks it’s him. He’s disheveled, his books scattered. What just happened?

-After assessing the situation and going over the split-second incident that is retroactively gelling in his memory, he realizes that he walked through that door, and somebody who was waiting on the other side of the wall, just around the corner and out of sight, leapt out and JUMPSCARED him the moment he walked in.

-He looks up at the perpetrator who stands above him, giggling his ass off. This asshole is wearing a bright pink shirt and he’s admittedly kinda cute but also this was unforgivable.

-Victor: “What the HELL was that for?” Pink Shirt Man: “I knew someone would come along who thought they were first, and I wanted to make it clear this is my territory. I was here for fifteen minutes before you.” Vincent: “Why the HELL were you waiting here for fifteen minutes - “

-He makes a point of gathering up his books VERY ANGRILY and stomping to the furthest corner of the classroom to sit as far away from Pink Shirt as possible. Then glares at him venomously.

-So. A word on Albert. He grew up an only child with very few friends. He’s got a roommate too, but the guy’s an introvert in dark glasses who barely talks, spends like all his time watching anime, and is visibly just scared of Albert. So that friendship is out the window.

-(Yes. It’s Winston. He has not had an easy life.)

-This leaves Albert, who has no idea how to appropriately interact with people but has way too much pent-up energy, trying to figure out how to get people’s attention so he can make friends. But when I say he has no idea, I mean he has NO idea.

-So he sits down in the front row where his stuff was previously and just turns and STARES AT VINCENT until the rest of the class files in. Vincent keeps his eyes turned anywhere but at this Pink Shirt Creep because who stares at somebody over their shoulder for ten solid minutes?

-Albert chalks this up as a victory. Sure, this dude hates him, but that’s more attention than he was getting before!

-For the rest of the class, Vincent is hoping they can just move on and have a normal day in which he knocks every question fired his way out of the park. But that’s not what happens. What happens is this PINK SHIRT ASSHOLE in the front row keeps answering questions without being called on, and not even seriously. With the most MORBID sense of humor.

-Prof: “What are the three ways to study the brain?” Albert: “Smash open the test subject’s skull, rip it out, and have fun.”

-Vincent KNEW the answer was “lesion, stimulation, recording” and he’s so mad.

-He leaves this class grumpy.

-He’s on an alternating schedule, so block A of classes one day, block B the next. His next classes for A day go well and he gets to show off a fair bit of his intellect. But then the last class of block B and it’s art.

-Guess who’s there? Not Victor, unfortunately!

-Vincent walks in the door and THE PINK SHIRT ASSHOLE is there and Albert just waves at him “Hello” and Vincent is in hell.

-Same thing. Albert spends the whole class being obnoxious and annoying, but in a way that gets the other students to laugh. And Vincent just stews.

-Over the next few days, Vincent spends a lot of study time in his room rather than in the library because it’s quieter. Victor respects that Vincent will complain if there’s too much noise and so wears headphones when he’s working because he likes music in the background.

-One day, he accidentally rips the headphone jack out of the laptop and the song he was listening to blares over the dorm. He fixes the volume, already going, “Well, sor-ry for the accident - “

-Vincent: “Actually, I like that song. Have you listened to the album or do you just like it as a standalone?”

-Victor: “I...I saw them in concert, actually.”

-They have the first real conversation they’ve ever had since they moved in together because they ended up liking the same song. And they’re happy to be talking about it. This is good! Maybe they can be friends after all!

-First exam in Psych 101. Vincent feels pretty confident. This is a test he didn’t really put too much effort into studying for because he’s confident he memorized everything from high school. Well...as it turns out, he didn’t. But he fudges it as best he can, sure he’s at least doing better than the simpletons of the class. He’s the only one who takes this seriously, after all.

-Exam results come back, and the prof reveals that he’s graded on a curve. One student and one alone got a 95% on the exam; the rest failed horrendously.

-Vincent is about to rest on his laurels when the prof says “And that person is Albert Krueger.”

-Who the hell is -

-PINK SHIRT ASSHOLE stands up and bows playfully.

-Vincent now has a name for his nemesis. ALBERT KRUEGER. He’ll remember that and not be happy about it.

-So he’s chatting with Victor a lot more now as they hang out. Victor has a problem one day because one of his econ courses has a particularly picky prof who’s failed every single one of his essays to date, and he’s afraid he’s going to actually fail his favorite subject.

-Vincent takes a look at that prof’s notes. To his eyes, it’s easy to see what arbitrary hoops the prof wants Victor to jump through. It’s also easy to see that Victor actually is doing what’s asked of him and grasping the material; the prof just demands these extra trappings, probably as a power trip.

-Vincent knows exactly how to write the next paper to make it fit requirements. And so he says, “If you don’t have a problem with plagiarism, I can get the next one to pass.”

-Victor: “Well, don’t make it too perfect, or they’ll catch on.”

-Vincent writes Victor a solid B- of a paper. And it’s graded with the expected B-. Victor is SO thankful and calls Vincent a genius.

-About time someone around here did. Since it strokes his ego, Vincent offers to do any paper Victor wants for him, free of charge.

-Meanwhile! In art class, they’ve been assigned a midterm visual art project. Vincent can already tell that his piece is...good but not great. You know who’s making a fantastic landscape painting that everyone else in the studio ahhs at every day he works on it? AAAAAALBERT KRUEGER.

-Vincent is trying so hard not to explode.

-Vincent and Victor decide to eat lunch together because they like each other now. They head on down to the cafeteria, load up their plates with food, go to get the last two puddings on the shelf -

-Somebody takes the last two puddings.

-GUESS WHO?

-Albert: “I believe it is they who snooze who must lose.” He didn’t even want two puddings. But while people can get temporarily impressed with his prowess, annoying people is the only way he can REALLY get lasting attention. Most people go “Albert’s painting is so cool!” and leave. Vincent, though? Vincent keeps on making a SCENE out of it and Albert likes that. So he made sure neither Vincent nor Vincent’s friend could have any pudding.

-Vincent and Victor sit down, pudding-less. Victor: “Who was that guy?”

-Vincent explains the whole thing. He rambles for almost the whole lunch period about how much he HATES Albert. Culminating in how he knows that Albert’s art project is going to get highest marks and make Vincent’s look so much worse by its very existence.

-Victor: “You know...I have a plan, but it’s not entirely legal. If you want to get back at him, though...” Vincent: “I’m listening.”

-They break into the locked art studio after hours and RIP ALBERT’S PAINTING INTO SHREDS. That’s, like, twenty hours of work just gone. They leave no evidence.

-The following day, Albert approaches the two of them at lunch: “I know it was you. You can’t lie to me about this. From now on, we are at war. You, Vincent, are my mortal enemy. And you, Vincent’s accomplice, I know were talked into this by him, but you’re on the thinnest of ice.”

-Vincent’s fine with this. Victor thinks it’s funny and doesn’t own up to having come up with the idea.

-Anyway, Vincent and Victor start hanging out more, so when there’s a school dance, they decide to go together. Just as bros, not as PARTNERS what are you even - no. Platonic. Heheheheh

-And they have a good time dancing! Vincent doesn’t normally like this sort of thing, but Victor’s into it, so they’re cutting a rug.

-A small throng of students is gathered in the middle of the floor, watching some spectacle. Victor wants to see what’s going on. So he brings Vincent over.

-Everyone’s watching a particular student just absolutely breakdance with the greatest of skill. And GUESS WHO?

-Vincent enters RAGE MODE

-Victor: “Oh, no, here we go.” (Secretly thinking to himself that Albert did have some sexy moves indeed.)

-Vincent storms in and CHALLENGES ALBERT TO A DANCE-OFF. Albert accepts. Victor calls himself a third competitor so as not to be left out, and Vincent rules that either he or Victor winning will be a victory for Vincent.

-Well, Albert gains more applause by a LANDSLIDE. Vincent and Victor are good dancers, but Albert is FANTASTIC. Vincent complains the rest of the night and Victor’s just “Look, I know he was gorgeous and he got all the attention but please pay attention to me”

-Things continue like this until the next semester, when classes are shuffled and FINALLY Vincent is free of Albert.

-You know who walks in to find Albert just staring creepily at him from the front row of his first class? VICTOR.

-It’s Biology. Right away, the class gets a partner assignment, and the prof sticks Albert and Victor together.

-Might as well make the best of this.

-So they get to just awkwardly chatting. Victor tries to keep himself level-headed. Albert still doesn’t know it was Victor’s idea to destroy his painting. So they’re just playing it cool.

-And...it’s actually kind of fun to talk to one another?

-Albert lets slip that he likes bio a bit better than psych, but everyone’s expecting him to take up the position at Krueger Health Corp. Victor’s just like “So fuck ‘em. Switch majors.”

-Albert then blurts “Have you ever wanted to dismember someone who wronged you?”

-Victor: “Yes. All the time.”

-So for the first time, somebody is giving Albert attention that is NOT rivalry and is NOT just marveling at his talents and antics. This is new. He’s not sure how to handle it.

-For the rest of the semester, Victor is technically on Team Vincent, but he still waves at Albert when they pass on the grounds.

-Vincent and Victor go off campus to a house party with alcohol! Albert doesn’t actually show up to steal the spotlight this time. And...that kinda pisses Vincent off. Where IS he? He usually shows up to these things -

-Victor tells him to pleeeaaaase stop obsessing about Albert, please. (But Victor also kinda wishes he was there and isn’t sure why.)

-Later in the night, some beefy upperclassman starts a fight and threatens Vincent. Vincent and Victor are both buzzed and riled up. Victor jumps in and decks the guy to protect Vincent. The guy decks him right back and HARDER. So Vincent tackles the dude because now HE’S protecting Victor.

-They both end up in the hospital with broken bones. Roommates, again. And when they look at each other across their hospital room, they realize something has changed. That they now know they would defend each other to the death, and each has to repay the loyalty of the other. They’re in this for the long haul, and most certainly not going to request new roommates.

-They get their classwork shipped into the hospital and have some nice calm chats with each other, away from the buzz of student life.

-Albert, however, suddenly has his archnemesis and his lab partner both MISSING and it’s driving him insane. Where are they where are they where are they

-When they get released from the hospital and finally go back to campus, Albert has to refrain from RUNNING UP TO THEM AND HUGGING THEM BOTH. HIS LIFE HAD NO MEANING

-Instead he says “Pity. I’d’ve hoped that you’d die and be out of my hair.”

-Vincent and Victor can’t really admit how much he was the missing piece of their lives either.

-It’s gonna be a few interesting years at RMU.

#vincent edgeworth #victor blake #albert krueger #blakeworther #vincent the secret of myers #vtsom #therapy with dr. albert krueger #twdak

[bing-fucker]

Oh, good! I was wondering if we could get 74. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole." with Chase and Character Jack? Like maybe they're college roommates and Jack is flirting with/being groped by some guy at a pub and Chase gets jealous/protective?

Jealousy as a concept makes me very uncomfy, and also I adore protective tops, so we’re going with the second option!

Just a reminder for those that don’t know or didn’t see the last couple of asks, Character Jack is the Jack I reference here. If I ever refer to the real-life YouTuber in asks (not requests), I’ll use Sean. So this is the character that, in the JSE Egos canon, is currently in a coma. But this is college age, so no somnophilia here! (Oh but that just gave me a wonderful idea...)

Warnings: Non-consensual groping, a small bit of violence (Chase gets in a fight), first-time anal sex, car make-outs, I don’t know what the name for it is, but Jack does kind of like seeing the results of Chase fighting to protect him. Ask me to add warnings as needed!

Chase and Jack weren’t dating. That was something that both men constantly reminded their other uni friends. Sure, both were bi, but that didn’t mean they were instantly dating. And sure they flirted a lot, and Chase had more than a few fantasies about his roommate, but they weren’t dating. In fact, Chase was pretty sure Jack only jokingly flirted with him.

All of this was what Chase was desperately trying to remember as he watched his roommate and best friend. They’d gone to the club with a group of friends who, if Chase knew his friends, were going to quickly be abandoning Chase and Jack for a pub crawl with some sophomores.

Jack was on the dance floor, swinging his hips to the music and dancing with some guy that Chase was seventy percent sure he didn’t even know the name of. Neither Jack nor Chase had been drinking- Chase was designated driver and Jack never drank unless Chase did as well. But Jack never really needed alcohol to get his groove on. He was an energetic guy and dancing was a fun way to get out some of that energy.

Jack turned and caught Chase’s eye, winking dramatically as he kept dancing. Chase laughed and raised his glass of water in response. Jack laughed as well and Chase was so distracted admiring his smile that for a second, he didn’t notice the stranger’s hands on Jack’s hips. He frowned when he noticed, shifting a bit. It was the guy Jack was dancing with, so at least it wasn’t a complete stranger. Chase settled back in his seat, deciding not to step in until needed.

-

Jack laughed a bit uncomfortably and detached the guy - Dave? That sounded right - from his hips. “Sorry, dude, not lookin’ for a lay tonight,” Jack said.

“You sure?” Dave(?) asked, smirking slightly. He was English and part of Jack found it fitting that it would be some English guy. “Because you’re certainly shaking those hips like you are, love.”

“I’m pretty su-” Jack squeaked as Dave settled his hands on his ass, groping him harshly and pulling the Irishman close. “Dude! What the hell!?”

“Relax,” Dave purred, grinding rhythmically against Jack. “Just havin’ a bit of fun, yeah?”

“Dude, get off!” Jack exclaimed, shoving at Dave. Dave simply grinned in response and pressed his lips against Jack’s, letting the Irishman taste the alcohol on his breath. Jack whimpered softly, eyes wide as he beat against Dave’s chest. The brit just seemed amused, gently groping and massaging the flesh of Jack’s ass.

“God, you’re hot,” Dave muttered against Jack’s lips, moving his hands and giving Jack relief for just a second before they were shoved down the back of Jack’s jeans. Jack squeezed his eyes closed uncomfortably, still hitting Dave’s chest as hard as he could.

Jack was surprised when he was suddenly pulled away from Dave, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Chase.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chase asked, looking at Jack in concern.

“Yeah,” Jack breathed. “Sorry for making you come over here, I probably could’ve handled it.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Chase replied, frowning and patting Jack’s shoulder gently. “Do you want to head back to the car? I’ll deal with this asshole.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, nodding and patting Chase’s back before hurriedly leaving and going to the car.

Jack sat in the car alone. It wasn’t actually Chase’s car, but the actual owner of the car had entrusted Chase with the keys. And he was currently making out with some girl at the bar back in the club, so Jack was sure he wouldn’t mind. Jack frowned and hugged his knees to his chest, silently berating himself for letting that happen. Luckily, he didn’t have long to wallow before Chase was climbing into the driver’s side. He had a bruise forming on his cheek, a cut lip, and bruised and bloody knuckles.

“Dude!” Jack exclaimed, putting his feet on the car floor and looking at Chase worriedly. “What the fuck, did you fight him!?”

“He certainly tried to fight me,” Chase replied, flexing his hands slightly. “Someone called over some nearby guards.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Nah, I told ‘em he was just some drunk on the street. Nobody cared enough to clear the record.”

“Thank god for that,” Jack replied, frowning at Chase. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Chase assured, looking at Jack with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, sighing and looking at the cut on Chase’s lip. “Your lip is bleeding...”

“Huh?” Chase swept his tongue across his bottom lip. “So it is. I’m okay, though.”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed, eyes locked on his friend's lips.

Chase licked his lips again, “Jack?” Jack looked up to meet Chase’s eyes for a second, then surged forward and crashed his lips against Chase’s. Chase made a startled noise for a second before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist. Jack whimpered softly and kissed back harder like he was trying to chase away the feeling of Dave’s lips with Chase’s.

Chase groaned and moved his hands from Jack’s waist to push his seat back far enough to pull his best friend into his lap. Jack groaned in response to the change in position, straddling Chase and tangling his hands in the other’s hair. Chase pulled away slightly and laughed against Jack’s lips as his hat fell off and somewhere in the backseat. Jack laughed in response, trailing his hands down Chase’s chest and kissing his throat lightly.

“Whoa, whoa, Jack,” Chase gasped, settling his hands on Jack’s shoulders and pushing him away slightly. “Slow down, Jack, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack replied, grinding against Chase’s lap slightly.

“Fuck, Jack,” Chase groaned. “Wh-what has gotten into you, dude?”

“Honestly, I’ve wanted this for years, and you’re really fucking hot right now,” Jack replied, biting his lip anxiously. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I mean,” Chase said, shrugging a bit. “Not really? Like, at this very moment? Yes, because I don’t want our first time to be in our friend’s car. But in general? No. Let’s just. Wait until we’re back at the flat, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jack agreed, climbing back into the passenger seat and breathing a sigh of relief. Chase grinned and righted his seat before starting the car and pulling off into traffic. He jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh, blushing and focusing on the road. Jack didn’t move his hand, just left it there, like he was afraid Chase would be gone if he took his hand away.

To be honest, Chase didn’t remember how he and Jack got back to their flat. His mind was far too addled by the feeling of Jack’s lips moving against his and the feeling of Jack’s hips in his hands. It was a miracle they made it to their flat at all, much less without hurting themselves.

Chase panted and pushed Jack onto his bed, pulling his shirt and shoes off quickly. Jack scrambled to follow his example, chest heaving as he looked up at Chase. Chase quickly crawled over Jack, kissing him firmly.

“Mine,” he muttered against Jack’s lips, rubbing the other man’s nipple lightly. “God, Jack. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“Good,” Jack replied, keening softly and hooking a leg around Chase’s waist. “Chase, please~ Make me forget what his hands ever felt like~”

“Gladly,” Chase growled, pulling away from Jack and grabbing the lube from his bedside table as Jack wriggled out of his jeans and boxers. Chase groaned softly, watching Jack roll over onto his stomach.

“You’re fucking mine, Jack,” Chase hissed, bodily moving Jack further onto the bed and pouring lube over his fingers. Jack whined softly and reached behind himself, spreading himself for Chase.

“B-be careful,” he breathed. “I’ve never done this before...”

“I’ll be gentle,” Chase muttered, gently pushing two fingers inside of his friend and waiting for him to adjust before he started to stretch Jack open.

“Fuck, Chase,” Jack whimpered, pressing his sweaty forehead against Chase’s pillow. “I-it feels weird.”

“Good weird, I hope,” Chase replied, laughing softly and leaning down to kiss Jack.

“Good weird,” Jack confirmed. “Really good weird. Fuck, more, please~”

“Gladly, baby,” Chase replied, pushing another finger inside. “There we go. Almost there, babe, almost ready...” Jack moaned loudly as Chase crooked his fingers, arching back against Chase.

Chase pulled away when Jack was stretched enough, wiping his fingers off and turning away to take off his jeans and lube up his cock. When he turned back around, he was met with the rather lewd sight of Jack fucking himself back on his own fingers.

“Jaysus, Jack,” Chase breathed, panting slightly as he walked back over to Jack and pulled his hand away. “You look so fucking sexy.” Chase gently rested the head of his cock against Jack’s hole, biting his lip. “Try to relax, okay? It might hurt a bit, but I’ll do my best to go slow.”

Jack nodded in reply and relaxed as much as he could, biting his fist at the initial entry. Chase smiled faintly, gripping Jack’s hip with one hand and using the other to rub his shoulder encouragingly.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” he praised, slowly sliding further in. “Don’t worry, babe, you’re doing so good. You feel so good.”

“Chase,” Jack whined, pressing his face against the bed. “Please, more~”

“Fuck, don’t say that,” Chase said, laughing slightly as he pushed completely in. “I don’t want to hurt you, babe. Gotta go slow, yeah?”

“You can go slow in round two, Chase Brody, right now I want you to fuck me until your hands are the only ones I can remember,” Jack snapped, rolling his hips experimentally.

“Oh, fuck,” Chase exclaimed, gripping Jack’s hips tightly. “Fine. Fine.” In an instant, Chase pulled out until just the head was inside and then snapped his hips forward, drawing a long, low moan from the man beneath him.

Jack mewled happily, rocking his hips back against Chase’s thrusts. Chase groaned, and dug his nails into Jack’s hips, muttering praise and names he wouldn’t ever repeat.

“Fuck, Chase, I-I’m close,” Jack whimpered, arching his back further. Chase wrapped one arm around Jack’s waist and pulled him up into a kneeling position, back against Chase’s chest. Chase groaned and kissed Jack firmly as the other man came, swallowing Jack’s moans happily. He wasn’t far behind, what with Jack tightening around him so deliciously. Chase groaned and buried himself deep inside of Jack as he came, panting heavily.

Chase pulled out and collapsed next to Jack on the bed, breathing heavily and looking at Jack as Jack laid next to him and snuggled up to him.

“Hi,” Jack whispered.

“Hi,” Chase replied, turning onto his side and hugging Jack close to him. “We should talk about this.”

“Yeah, we should,” Jack agreed, smiling softly and looking at Chase. “You’re all sweaty.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen,” Chase laughed, brushing sweaty hair from his head. “So are you.”

“We should shower.”

“Yes, we should,” Chase laughed, pulling Jack close and covering both of them with the blankets. “Sounds like a lot of stuff for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tomorrow sounds good,” Jack agreed, yawning and snuggling closer to Chase.

“Night, dude.”

“Night, dude.”

[tothedarkdarkseas]

Headcanons about what Stu got up to when Muds was in jail? Headcanons about how the Now Now came about?

(Thank you so much! I’m getting looney today, it’s nice to have a distraction. Behind a cut again for length!)

So while Murdoc’s banged up in merry old England, the band seemingly relocates to California for at least a part of this phase, which is interesting. I do wonder how Stu liked that Venice lifestyle and I do wonder how much he can compartmentalize being on the Pacific. (Better by TNN’s inception than by The Fall’s inception, I would assume.) Being both a shipper and a Sad Sack I don’t necessarily subscribe to the idea that Stu was living his very best life, but I don’t buy that he was cooped up crying in his room all day. I don’t think he’d give Murdoc that much, for starters. I think coming back together around the start of Humanz was… sort of morbidly nice. No one’s doing anything too drastic, Murdoc’s older and more remorseful and Stu’s older and less emotionally volatile, but there’s a palpable sense of Everything lingering, there’s an understanding of things likely never being “right” between them. If we’re sticking semi-closely to canon and Murdoc’s really just gotten locked away unexpectedly for parking tickets, I’m not too sure Stu was devastated by the news– if anything I think he was irritated and inconvenienced, it was a reminder of what Murdoc is like, the sort of person he’s been all his life, and who he might just be too set in his ways to quit being. I don’t think Stu’s glad for it, but I don’t think his life stops.

As for P5, all his quotes are gold and Peak Stu, this is how I’d like to think he really is all the time. I think he and Murdoc both intentionally say things in interviews to annoy the other, they mischaracterize each other and their relationship purely for the satisfaction of knowing the other will see it and say “oh, piss off” out loud. Whether he’s out shagging girls in LA is irrelevant, but he is. Stu really should’ve had a string of C/B-list dates over Phase 5, that would’ve been great. In my perfect world, Stu in Venice buys a longboard and starts making his own kombucha (and makes himself very sick, at which point Noodle coincidentally starts fermenting and sharing) and has a few flings, none of which he’s lying to Murdoc about. There’s an understanding. They still aren’t really something, they’re just… not nothing. I guess my thoughts sort of break off from what is common and logical here because, in my mind, he’s already had this time apart between PB and Humanz to be on his own and be his own person, and it did ultimately still lead him back to Gorillaz and to Murdoc. This time, it’s… different. There’s a foregone conclusion to this. The band is still happening, right now, and there’s a certainty, a finality to having a clear-cut date for when Murdoc will be released and back in his life. There’s not such necessity in finding himself, because he’s already had damn near 10 years between the island and Detroit and he’s found that unfortunately, Murdoc’s fingerprints are burned down to the bone. So… I think he does what he can to enjoy it. He has his fun with the girls, has his time re-acclimating to the beach, does yoga and drinks nasty craft beer sometimes and performs. He enjoys not the process of finding himself, but the vacation from being someone he’s already, with much reluctance and a failed escape, come to terms with being.

With that said, I do think there’s a certain… “suspended” nature to their relationship at that point, and there’s some focus toward making it something a little less nebulous. They’ve been back in each other’s orbits and they’ve grown weary enough to accept certain things, and as his journal and all of TNN would imply, Stu’s definitely spending some time during the phase reflecting. A huge portion of this time clearly does go to deciding how he wants stay with Murdoc (as he knows he will, in some form or another) and what that means about him, where he is, the person he’s shackling himself to being. I think the album just comes from that, both from resentment and frustration over the situation, from the “freedom” his history with Murdoc has made him feel rather alienated from, from wanting to make a statement, to Murdoc, to himself; it is somewhat to the public, but at the end of the day, the very act of making a public statement is still for him.

It’s tough to give great answers because I’m of conflicting opinions on where exactly their relationship was when the incarceration happened. It’s pretty hard to deny that TNN is an album about Murdoc, and it’s an album with quite a few love songs on it– but for me, the bigger (and wonderful) thing is that those love songs don’t really make TNN a romantic album. There’s absolutely a confession in there, but… maybe it’s just me being committed to their maladjustment, but I don’t strictly hear it as a confession of something good. In a lot of ways, it’s more about finally saying what he doesn’t want anymore, what he isn’t satisfied by, and what he doesn’t want his life to be forever. For my purposes I think it’s fitting that the album Stu made for Murdoc, the gift Stu made for Murdoc, would paint a picture that quite honestly condemns them in many ways. One that is teeming with regrets and discussion of isolation, of personal failure, of distance, of feeling inhuman, of wanting to try something else to feel human again. It doesn’t paint everything they’ve been through as an epic romance but a broken relationship. And then it leaves where that goes open. I’m a bad 2Doc fan and I’ve gone on record as having Souk Eye Fatigue for a couple months there, but on its face I do think it’s super interesting that the sentiment of their big love song isn’t explicitly “I miss you” but “I still think about you.” There’s no denying this is still something very honest and something that matters in how they acknowledge themselves and their relationship, but I’ve got messed up priorities, and I hear the driving sentiment of the album as “I can’t get rid of you.” However, it’s also an acceptance of that being on both of them, for better or for worse.

I just really enjoy the fact that, while I agree it is a shippy album, TNN is also an album written to and for Murdoc where the chief message is “I am not happy.” I don’t think it’s necessarily suggesting Murdoc will “make him happy” but I think it’s… a reality he’s finally willing to admit. That all of this doesn’t work for him at 40. That living without Murdoc isn’t better for him now, not the way it might’ve been better 20 years ago, and the clinging to that idea of might’ve, the blaming, the running away, it’s just not doing him any good. It’s not making him happier. It’s putting their past on a shelf, still in view and in reach but off the table they’re sitting at. For me, TNN’s about simply saying, with neither joy nor hatred, that Murdoc is too much a part of him and he knows being rid of Murdoc just isn’t what he wants, and he doesn’t want the rest of the life he’s bound to to always look the way it does now. And maybe that’s not quite romantic enough, haha, maybe I look like a dour Daria-type to interpret it that way, but I think there’s a beauty in honesty and in not sugarcoating things to yourself and the people in your life. I think there’s something very cathartic about writing and releasing an album that feels like a slap in the face as much as it is an offer to finally… be something else. Something more than just not being nothing.

#Anonymous #long post #2doc tag// #headcanon posts

[unproduciblesmackdown]

this post is about jeremy’s laptop based on this pic

i’ve seen a slightly different one and i don’t remember if it’s an older one (like, off bway) or just an Alternate Prop but either way i feel like this one is like, The Main One currently. it’s definitely a one. either way. the stickers, clockwise-ish:

1) the transformers sticker

idk it could fit with jeremy’s Retro stuff and there’s “trans” in the name

2) the tattoo shop sticker

says “get a tattoo / ...or don’t / downtown tattoos / 501 frenchmen / st. nola”....a new orleans tattoo parlor. did michael get his pacman tattoo there? if so, he’d have to have used a fake i.d.

3) bmo

setting bmc post-2010...popular well known series...hey wait bmc and bmo are just a few pixels apart. anyways bmo’s canonically nonbinary

4) odd eye

setting bmc post-2016...an east village home decor/design store? it seems kinda fancy and idk why jeremy might have merch from a furniture place but it makes sense that he might’ve done a fair amt of nyc wandering. the aesthetic seems pretty jeremy-esque...bold patterns, bright colors, and an affinity for the weirder versions of stuff. plus apparently the guys who own it are a couple

5) su

setting bmc post 2013...popular well known series...most of the characters are canonically nonbinary...plus all the gay shit

6) circle sticker

idk what this one is. it seems to say total [?] of(?) solar b[?] 2012 or probably 2017, which sets bmc post-2012 or post-2017...i guess it’s like, a band’s tour merch? unless it’s maybe some kind of event title

7) you go girl

this is re: like, the most prominent mostly-anonymous street artist in new orleans, hugo gyrl aka you go girl. (i know the Other Laptop i saw had “hugo gyrl” vs this one’s “you go girl”)...most of their works have “you go girl” (dotted with an x) or “you go gyrl” and their art is colorful and fun and self-described as queer and feminist and meant to seem affirmingly positive in a genuine way

new orleans again, so like, i want to believe jeremy and michael were both on a trip there once

7) the black suits sticker

the black suits is a real band in the bmc universe and nato is jeremy’s cousin and you know nato could get hold of a bunch of mtn dew red somehow if his cousin needed to go adventuring with his buds to desquip some parts of nj...really it’s pretty easy to stop a squip invasion what with how they all want to interconnect and every individual person has to have a spiked drink and yet only a single person in the Network needs to drink some Red to deactivate everyone they’re synced with. nbd! anyways jeremy and michael went to the saint anne’s battle of the bands and michael bought a The Black Suits tee directly from the source and he eventually decided the band might be so bad it’s actually genius and he’s a genuine fan and it’s the Most ~underground~ cred

8) the sticker underneath the the black suits sticker

[???]

conclusion: jeremy’s neither cis nor het and plenty of evidence here for nb lesbian jeremy and jere and michael have been to new orleans and manhatten and michael has a fake id and a the black suits tee and a burned cd of some of their phone-recorded tracks

#also it tells us that jeremy is super chaotic for just overlapping stickers like that #bmc

[esperanzacboronial]

Aging and Luchino for the askmeme?

I’m putting this under the cut because it’s a long one. I got carried away a little bit because I,, love them.

Aging: 

A: Where did Luchino find this woman? I’ve thought a lot about it, and I feel like given Narita’s track record, since she’s not a career assassin and she’s good at fighting, she was probably either a) in the army or b) in the circus. In the Naritaverse those seem to be the main options. I’m leaning towards former army because 1) I could absolutely see her being discharged due to insubordination I mean oh my g-d, 2) seems very very very comfortable with guns, 3) would be a nice parallel to Huey picking up his followers from army defects. 

B: When Death was alive the two of them were big on contests of strength. Got a few spare minutes before a mission? Push up contest. How many pullups can you do while hanging from the side of this building? I can do 30. When Death is referred to as the strongest among them Illness fumes, but Aging chortles, “I beat him at standing arm wrestling just five minutes ago, c’mon.” Empathy isn’t her thing, so she doesn’t feel anything when she finds out he’s dead, but she’s pretty bummed out because neither Life nor Illness will have these absurd competitions with her in his place.

C: Not even headcanon, but the Mask Makers are, uh… they seem to be really sexist, on the whole. Two of their strongest fighters are women, and these two get constantly put down and underestimated — and the effect that has on Illness, who doesn’t want to be good at killing people, is a lot different than the effect it has on Aging, who legitiamtely enjoys it, who sees it as her skill, her trade. She has to deal 24/7 with people ignoring and dismissing work that she’s actually proud of, but she takes it all in stride and good humour because she knows that reacting to it would only make them think less of her.

D: I can’t… really think of any headcanons that are definitely never going to happen in canon? she’s only really just gotten her start in canon. anything could happen.

Luchino:

A: Luchino being tiny as he is is a laugh when it comes to, you know, Aging deadlifting him, but when you put it into context with the fact that he’s consistently doing something causes him to be physically sick, and has been doing that thing since childhood, and does so regularly enough that he’s able to just calmly count how many times he’s thrown up in each instance — when you put that together with him being that small (smaller than Sylvie at, what, 17ish?), it seems to suggest malnourishment. I know men can reach full maturity a lot later, but given that his lifestyle is so unhealthy, mentally and emotionally and, as a result of that mental and emotional strain, physically, it seems pretty likely that he’s stunted his growth. 

B: Luchino performs alone in spite of having a literal organisation full of potential magician’s assistant candidates, and that’s because he’s been there, done that and they’re all terrible at it in their own unique ways. Aging is too tall for most of the tricks (can’t fit in the box to be sawn in half, can’t fit in the box to be disappeared, can’t fit in so many boxes oh my g-d why don’t they make these in bigger sizes) and kept catching the knives during knife throwing. Illness also does that one (”you’re throwing them at me!!! what was I supposed to do??”), and the one time they tried the sawing in half trick she, uh, definitely went to a pretty bad place mentally and ended up being sick (that part isn’t funny at all, though, so moving on). Death was way too intimidating and freaked the audience out, and Life was just (sigh) in between every trick and it made for a really disheartening performance. In the end he just decides that the only way to have a decent show is to do it by himself. 

C: There are a lot of criminal heirs and heiresses in the naritaverse, and they mostly fall into either a) sheltered, good-hearted, ethical, one day finds out about the truth of their family’s business and turns against it, or b) pretty aware of what their family does and throw themselves into it with vigour because they’re made of the same stuff, but the thing about Luchino is he doesn’t have the luxury of fitting into either category. Here’s a boy with a worse tolerance for death and violence than Eve Genoard who throws himself into it anyway thanks to duty (avenge Monica), expectations (points @ my post about his hyper empathy), and, honestly, a lack of options (what else is a young teenager going to do without parents, close family, or friends? he keeps his allies. he does what he has to do to keep his allies); he hates what he does, thinks it’s disgusting and impure, is painfully aware of how much it ruins him, but he never had a shot at purity. I mean, to get into the headcanon bit, to be functionally prepared to take over the Mask Makers as a young teenager (not emotionally or mentally, g-d no, but functionally), Luchino probably killed someone or something for the first time before the age of ten, or at the very least he was helping with his father’s business before the age of ten, learning the trade, learning what it takes to kill, to injure, to get information, to get what they need out of people. He seems to be intimately acquainted with some advanced levels of torture by 17 — he’s probably had blood on his hands his whole life, since he was a literal child, this kid who can’t even stomach the sight of it. He understates how much it affects him and acts professionally about it, and along with that being out of pride, I think that’s really the only way he knows how to approach thinking about it, because Luchino B. Campanella never even had a shred of childhood, even though he would be a lot more content if he was one of those good old sheltered-from-the-bad-stuff family heirs. 

D: Again, I can’t actually think of anything that contradicts canon, because he’s been in canon so little, but in terms of one that wasn’t expanded upon much: I really do feel like Luchino trusted Life beyond just ‘(shrug) another mask maker’. He was stated to consider the four agonies his closest subordinates — he let all of them lead in his place when necessary, and he left Life to handle most things on the other ship while he didn’t even. tell Illness the plan. The very serious, sigh-I’m-so-professional-sigh attitude would have appealed to him a lot in a mentor figure, unfortunately, and especially when he was younger I could see him relying on his guidance heavily, unfortunately. I hope the betrayal in 2003 when he finds out the full situation is hearty. 

#luchino b. campanella #aging (baccano!) #baccano! #thanks for the ask!! #some faves right there #luchino is... a mess.. #someone help him #elmer please help him #agallimaufryofoddments #meme response