LATFF [4i/?]
anonymous
September 1 2010, 11:44:56 UTC
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“I love this DJ,” Anja laughed, looking at Arthur.
“I sure don’t,” he grumbled.
“Ha! You’re just upset he played Lady Gaga. Or was it the Scissor Sisters that did it?”
Arthur didn’t say anything, just drank more and watched the lights flicker over the blood smeared on her cheek from a cut in the mosh pit. He couldn’t say anything - it was a close tie as to whether he, Gilbert, or Nils were the most beat up.
“Oh, c’mon. I think he played Idioteque just for the Radiohead bear.” Arthur grumbled something about Radiohead being generic under his breath. Anja rolled her eyes. “Hey, Lovi!” she called.
Lovinia stumbled over and right into Arthur, then complained about him being in her way.
“Hey, look at that Radiohead bear,” Anja pointed to the huge bear in the middle of the crowd.
Lovinia snorted. “What about it?”
“I dunno, I just think it’s cool that there’s a Radiohead bear doing weird robot dance moves to a Radiohead song.”
“I didn’t give a shit either, love,” Arthur confided, head down, eyes up, beer in hand.
“Don’t call me ‘love’, drunk ass,” Lovinia said way too loudly.
Arthur ‘hmphed’ and crossed his arms. “I’m probably the only person who does, prickly thing like you.”
She hit him. “Take that back!”
He pulled back and looked at her with an offended look on his face. “Take it back? Like hell I’m gonna take it back, I meant it. You’re entirely unapproachable - I doubt you could even get one of these nitwits,” he stated, gesturing to the drunk crew nearby.
Lovinia stood motionless, enraged. “Wh- I wouldn’t want to be with one of those pigs!” she finally yelled.
“Betcha can’t, either,” Anja sneered. Arthur caught on and joined in, saying that he knew she was too chickenshit to make a move even on a guy who was obviously a drunk idiot.
It didn’t take much more heckling. Lovinia downed her drink and marched off to the nearby guys, grabbing the first one she came to and smashing their lips together.
Anja and Arthur stood back, nodding and making commentary about how that guy actually had an awesome costume, before Arthur let out a howl and laughingly announced that it was Gilbert the girl had grabbed.
“Oh, please, tell your photo pal - tell ‘im to get this, if nothing else.”
Anja pulled out her phone and sent Alonzo a text - soon enough a flashes came from that corner, though neither party noticed. This only caused more laughter from the two voyeurs. They lit a joint and passed it back and forth, making increasingly lewd jokes about how the evening would end up and how Gilbert should be careful about that other hand, later.
The jokes ended and the joint ran out. Arthur looked over to the taller woman and mildly said “So, you wanna go listen to records?”
She smacked him upside the head. “Just ask if I’ll bang you already, jerk.”
“Will you bang me already?”
She snorted. “Let’s go listen to records.”
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“Hi, Kiku,” Ludwig nodded, standing a little awkwardly by the table and trying not to sway in place.
“Hello, Ludwig.”
“Ah...Natalia and I were talking...” he started; Kiku simply nodded for him to go on. “And she said that I should hit on you,” he finished quickly.
Kiku stood there a moment, looking a bit confused, then asked “And she said this why?”
“Well, because I think you’re very attractive, and have many interesting and diverse hobbies, and like very good music,” Ludwig articulated slowly, carefully, and ticked his reasons off with his fingers.
“Those are good reasons,” Kiku agreed with a small smile. “Though your hitting on me seems odd.”
Ludwig blushed. “I’m sorry.”
Kiku let out a small laugh. “Perhaps,” he began, “you call me tomorrow, sober, and ask me on a date. I would prefer that to you hitting on me.”
A nod, and Ludwig whipped out his phone to put a reminder in. “Do you have a preference for when I call?” he asked.
LATFF [4j/?]
anonymous
September 1 2010, 11:46:05 UTC
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All Gilbert really knew was one moment he was making out and the next he was getting dragged outside by some guy who he at first thought was Feliks - hey, the guy was wearing gold hot pants. But the gruff “Fuck you, you little mongrel freak, I wanted to get with that one,” told him that, no, Feliks was not tossing him to the sidewalk at the moment.
He looked up and forgot to be angry. “Holy shit, Xerxes!” he shouted.
Xerxes raised an eyebrow and then broke out into a grin. “You’re the first guy who’s guessed all damn evening!”
“What?!” Gilbert squawked, still sprawled on the pavement. “Lookit you! That outfit is goddamn amazing - are those real piercings?” he asked, sitting up and slowly rising, world spinning a little, rubbing his neck.
“Yep,” Xerxes smirked. “Name’s Sadiq, by the way,” he held out his hand.
“Gilbert,” he shook with his non-scissored hand. “You know, though, you need some more blood. You’ve read the comics?”
Sadiq nodded.
“Yeah. Definitely, needs more blood. I know he doesn’t get bloody or anything in the book, but blood instantly makes any costume way more awesome,” Gilbert shot a wicked smirk as he pulled out a couple of Nils’ bottles of fake blood from his boot straps. “Stole these from my roommate earlier,” he casually mentioned.
“Ha!” Sadiq crowed. “You better be thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’.”
“Probably,” Gilbert replied. “You wanna go first, babe?”
“Well, if the gentleman insists,” Sadiq laughed, then grabbed a bottle, uncapped it, and swiped his arm in a downward arc that let loose a spray all over Gilbert’s front. Gilbert let out a crazed laugh, fake blood dripping down onto his teeth.
Sadiq spread his arms out and turned in an arc - Gilbert slammed his hand down on the bottom of the bottle, causing a gush of blood to spill all over Sadiq’s head. Sadiq tried to spray again with a bark of laughter, but Gilbert hopped out of the way, cackling.
The moon fell low into the sky, casting everything in that mysterious light where everything is sharp and shadowed all at once; the two forgot about the rest of the party, only focused on their oddly playful moonlit bloodbath-dance in the street.
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Ivan pulled off his bear head and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes, attempting to catch his breath. He should get some water, but - he looked around - where was it?
“Hey! Been tryin’ to run into ya all evening, but,” Alfred huffed, throwing himself against the wall where Ivan was, “I dunno, guess I keep getting distracted,” he finally laughed. “Sure isn’t because I can’t find you, eh?” He punched Ivan’s arm.
They talked about Radiohead initially, of course, and in the middle of it Alfred ran off to get some water for the two of them - once he came back they ended up on the subject of costumes, and finally how much they both really loved Michel Gondry.
Ivan was in the middle of “I like the childlike qualities of his films” when Kiku came over and coughed mildly.
“Oh, whoa, are you that girl from Lain?!” Alfred asked before anyone else got a word in.
“Ah...no,” Kiku said while Ivan answered with “He is Max. From Where the Wild Things Are?”
“Hahah oh! Duh!” Alfred laughed, slamming a palm down on Kiku’s shoulder. He then moved back and looked between the two of them before announcing how cute it was that they both came as creatures.
Ivan and Kiku looked at each other and blushed, seemingly noticing this for the first time. Alfred didn’t notice the awkwardness and began interrogating Kiku about if he liked Tetris as much as Ivan did, and oh, they should just come over and have a tournament then - or, because he also had MarioKart, they could play that -
“Could we?” Ivan asked.
Alfred nodded enthusiastically, the helmet making him look like a bobblehead.
LATFF [4k/?]
anonymous
September 1 2010, 11:50:39 UTC
The sky was barely beginning to brighten to a bolder shade of blue, moon vanishing behind the cityscape but stars still bright in the dark sky. Sadiq and Gilbert were leaning against one another, seated on the edge of the street gutter, discussing Edward Scissorhands.
“I mean - hic - it’s my favorite movie,” Gilbert was slurring to an emphatically nodding Sadiq.
“Edward’s so fuckin’ pure,” Sadiq said. “Just, ya know, does stuff...because it makes his woman happy....” he trailed off.
“I know! I - fuckin’ - I know, dude! And, and Kim! She just -”
“Just leaves him!”
“But, but man,” Gilbert shook his head. “Those townieshits-”
“-brainless suburban fuckers -” Sadiq snarled.
“ - yeah, them - they would have...have killed ‘im! It wasss....sacrifice, you know?”
“Dude, yeah, got ya.”
“She loved that weirdo motherfucker. And never - hic - went back! Never went back?!” Gilbert looked imploringly over to Sadiq.
Sadiq sat motionless for a minute, staring at the street. “...yeah. ‘S rough.”
Gilbert scraped his scissors on the pavement. “I dun’ think I could do that,” he tried to state casually.
“Eh?” Sadiq looked up.
“Not see - see someone I loved ever again. ‘m too selfish,” he shrugged. “S’what my last ex told me, least.”
“Mmmm, exes,” Sadiq laughed, but it was a bitter thing. “Fuck that.”
“Psh, really. No more ‘o that tonight.”
Sadiq finished the last of Gilbert’s flask and hummed a tune Gilbert couldn’t quite place.
“S’at?”
Sadiq laughed and threw an arm around Gilbert’s shoulders before belting out “Not. One. More. Woooooord tonight,” into the night. Gilbert placed it immediately and the two began an off-key duet with the stars as a twinkling, captive audience in their drunken minds.
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Alfred, Ivan, and Kiku stumbled into the middle of the performance. Alfred immediately jumped in, hopping into the middle of the deserted street and facing the two, throwing an arm out, while Ivan and Kiku shot confused glances at one another.
They extended the end a bit further than necessary and finally Alfred broke it up with loud chattering. “Hey, so Gil man, me, an’ Ivan, an’ Ivan’s pal - we’re gonna go home and play video games until we pass out. You coming?”
“Can we - can we smoke some weed?”
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it!” Alfred reached down and hauled Gilbert up, steadying him when he almost fell over.
“Okay - you - hic - wanna come, Sadiq?”
Sadiq waved them off. “Nah, I should get to sleep.”
“Kay, see ya around,” Gilbert called. He turned around. “You two - if you’re goin’, you’re goin’. C’mon.” He began to head down the street, Ivan and Kiku following.
Alfred looked at Sadiq a second. “You sure? Yeah? Alright. Sweet costume, by the way!” he said, then turned around and ran to catch up with the rest of them at the end of the street.
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Good Lord. What a chapter. Will probably take a breather for a bit after this one O.o Anyway, here are some links to costumes that might need to be clarified (remove the spaces):
Norway - Per Yngve Ohlin - warning, blood! - h ttp://i170.photobuc ket.com/albums/u248/darklore666/dead33.jpg
Poland - Margot Tenenbaum from The Royal Tenenbaums - h ttp://img.photob ucket.com/albums/v56/ottoautopilot/margot-bus.jpg
France and Spain - Daft Punk - I imagine that France would dress it up a little -htt p://ww w.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/12/13/daft_punk_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg
Germania, Denmark, Netherlands - The Nihilists from The Big Lebowski - except instead of looking derpy they ended up looking insane/fucking terrifying - h ttp://ww w.tifr.us/storage/post-images/The-Big-Lebowski-Nihilists.jpg
Rome - John Oates of Hall and Oates - ht tp://ww w.hearya.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/john-oates.jpg
Russia - Radiohead bear - IVAN YOU CREEPER ILU - ht tp://farm3.static.flic kr.com/2202/2473968159_d18d92976a.jpg?v=0
Re: LATFF [4k/?]
anonymous
September 1 2010, 16:40:39 UTC
OH GOD I WANT TO GO TO THIS PARTY
Seriously, I know this shit is going down all over the place but where, WHERE?? Soon I'll be too old for it!!
ANYWAY. As ever, loving the random pairings. Loving the music, loving the costumes (Daft Punk ^_^). As a massive Radiohead fan my fave bit was bear!Ivan robot-dancing to Idioteque. An awesome mental image.
FRANCIS AND ANTONIO AS DAFT PUNK THERE IS SO MUCH RIGHT WITH THIS.
I loooooved Ludwig's exchanges. Baaaw he's so precious ahahha And I also love how Natalia gets the moves put on her so often, and her personality, and pretty much everything you've done so far ahhh
KINDA DREADING WHAT'S TO COME WITH FRANCIS AND ANTONOIO NOW TBH ;-; hoping for their happy ending aksjeae
sososo another amazing chapter thank youuuuuuu, i can't say this enough. oh and DAT MUSIC < 3
Re: LATFF [4k/?]
anonymous
September 1 2010, 19:45:51 UTC
Holy crap, how DO you write so much so fast?
This is totally random, but did you know that albinos generally can't dye their hair? The dye apparently doesn't stick, it's a different texture because of the lack of melanin or something. If I got it right, it's possible to dye it temporarily, though, like Gilbo did here.
Btw, my absolute favourite part: Ludwig "hitting on" Kiku. Also why aren't Gilbert and Sadiq paired off more often?
author!anon
anonymous
September 4 2010, 13:48:04 UTC
Uh...firstly, I had some downtime :D Secondly, the hard (but super fun) part was making my character sheet for this - outlining personalities and figuring out how to translate their personalities into hobbies and relationships. With that out of the way, I just kinda wind them up and they write themselves. Actually sometimes they don't listen to their prompts, either - in my outline Gilbert and Sadiq were supposed to get into a brawl, but then they went "AHAHAH fuck you - we're gonna be giant bros and have fun instead." And Ludwig was supposed to get inappropriately drunk and hit on Kiku like a normal person would, but he was like "No, I can still do this appropriately. It will just take longer. I have to go slowly. I must be careful." Sigh, Ludwig.
And now to expose how much of a giant derp I am - I actually did look up if albinos could dye their hair! It's really weird...seems like some people can't at all, some people get weird colors when they try, and some people can never get dye out once it goes in. Temporary dye seems to be okay for the most part though.
“I love this DJ,” Anja laughed, looking at Arthur.
“I sure don’t,” he grumbled.
“Ha! You’re just upset he played Lady Gaga. Or was it the Scissor Sisters that did it?”
Arthur didn’t say anything, just drank more and watched the lights flicker over the blood smeared on her cheek from a cut in the mosh pit. He couldn’t say anything - it was a close tie as to whether he, Gilbert, or Nils were the most beat up.
“Oh, c’mon. I think he played Idioteque just for the Radiohead bear.” Arthur grumbled something about Radiohead being generic under his breath. Anja rolled her eyes. “Hey, Lovi!” she called.
Lovinia stumbled over and right into Arthur, then complained about him being in her way.
“Hey, look at that Radiohead bear,” Anja pointed to the huge bear in the middle of the crowd.
Lovinia snorted. “What about it?”
“I dunno, I just think it’s cool that there’s a Radiohead bear doing weird robot dance moves to a Radiohead song.”
“I didn’t give a shit either, love,” Arthur confided, head down, eyes up, beer in hand.
“Don’t call me ‘love’, drunk ass,” Lovinia said way too loudly.
Arthur ‘hmphed’ and crossed his arms. “I’m probably the only person who does, prickly thing like you.”
She hit him. “Take that back!”
He pulled back and looked at her with an offended look on his face. “Take it back? Like hell I’m gonna take it back, I meant it. You’re entirely unapproachable - I doubt you could even get one of these nitwits,” he stated, gesturing to the drunk crew nearby.
Lovinia stood motionless, enraged. “Wh- I wouldn’t want to be with one of those pigs!” she finally yelled.
“Betcha can’t, either,” Anja sneered. Arthur caught on and joined in, saying that he knew she was too chickenshit to make a move even on a guy who was obviously a drunk idiot.
It didn’t take much more heckling. Lovinia downed her drink and marched off to the nearby guys, grabbing the first one she came to and smashing their lips together.
Anja and Arthur stood back, nodding and making commentary about how that guy actually had an awesome costume, before Arthur let out a howl and laughingly announced that it was Gilbert the girl had grabbed.
“Oh, please, tell your photo pal - tell ‘im to get this, if nothing else.”
Anja pulled out her phone and sent Alonzo a text - soon enough a flashes came from that corner, though neither party noticed. This only caused more laughter from the two voyeurs. They lit a joint and passed it back and forth, making increasingly lewd jokes about how the evening would end up and how Gilbert should be careful about that other hand, later.
The jokes ended and the joint ran out. Arthur looked over to the taller woman and mildly said “So, you wanna go listen to records?”
She smacked him upside the head. “Just ask if I’ll bang you already, jerk.”
“Will you bang me already?”
She snorted. “Let’s go listen to records.”
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“Hi, Kiku,” Ludwig nodded, standing a little awkwardly by the table and trying not to sway in place.
“Hello, Ludwig.”
“Ah...Natalia and I were talking...” he started; Kiku simply nodded for him to go on. “And she said that I should hit on you,” he finished quickly.
Kiku stood there a moment, looking a bit confused, then asked “And she said this why?”
“Well, because I think you’re very attractive, and have many interesting and diverse hobbies, and like very good music,” Ludwig articulated slowly, carefully, and ticked his reasons off with his fingers.
“Those are good reasons,” Kiku agreed with a small smile. “Though your hitting on me seems odd.”
Ludwig blushed. “I’m sorry.”
Kiku let out a small laugh. “Perhaps,” he began, “you call me tomorrow, sober, and ask me on a date. I would prefer that to you hitting on me.”
A nod, and Ludwig whipped out his phone to put a reminder in. “Do you have a preference for when I call?” he asked.
“Not at all,” Kiku replied.
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All Gilbert really knew was one moment he was making out and the next he was getting dragged outside by some guy who he at first thought was Feliks - hey, the guy was wearing gold hot pants. But the gruff “Fuck you, you little mongrel freak, I wanted to get with that one,” told him that, no, Feliks was not tossing him to the sidewalk at the moment.
He looked up and forgot to be angry. “Holy shit, Xerxes!” he shouted.
Xerxes raised an eyebrow and then broke out into a grin. “You’re the first guy who’s guessed all damn evening!”
“What?!” Gilbert squawked, still sprawled on the pavement. “Lookit you! That outfit is goddamn amazing - are those real piercings?” he asked, sitting up and slowly rising, world spinning a little, rubbing his neck.
“Yep,” Xerxes smirked. “Name’s Sadiq, by the way,” he held out his hand.
“Gilbert,” he shook with his non-scissored hand. “You know, though, you need some more blood. You’ve read the comics?”
Sadiq nodded.
“Yeah. Definitely, needs more blood. I know he doesn’t get bloody or anything in the book, but blood instantly makes any costume way more awesome,” Gilbert shot a wicked smirk as he pulled out a couple of Nils’ bottles of fake blood from his boot straps. “Stole these from my roommate earlier,” he casually mentioned.
“Ha!” Sadiq crowed. “You better be thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’.”
“Probably,” Gilbert replied. “You wanna go first, babe?”
“Well, if the gentleman insists,” Sadiq laughed, then grabbed a bottle, uncapped it, and swiped his arm in a downward arc that let loose a spray all over Gilbert’s front. Gilbert let out a crazed laugh, fake blood dripping down onto his teeth.
Sadiq spread his arms out and turned in an arc - Gilbert slammed his hand down on the bottom of the bottle, causing a gush of blood to spill all over Sadiq’s head. Sadiq tried to spray again with a bark of laughter, but Gilbert hopped out of the way, cackling.
The moon fell low into the sky, casting everything in that mysterious light where everything is sharp and shadowed all at once; the two forgot about the rest of the party, only focused on their oddly playful moonlit bloodbath-dance in the street.
---
Ivan pulled off his bear head and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes, attempting to catch his breath. He should get some water, but - he looked around - where was it?
“Hey! Been tryin’ to run into ya all evening, but,” Alfred huffed, throwing himself against the wall where Ivan was, “I dunno, guess I keep getting distracted,” he finally laughed. “Sure isn’t because I can’t find you, eh?” He punched Ivan’s arm.
They talked about Radiohead initially, of course, and in the middle of it Alfred ran off to get some water for the two of them - once he came back they ended up on the subject of costumes, and finally how much they both really loved Michel Gondry.
Ivan was in the middle of “I like the childlike qualities of his films” when Kiku came over and coughed mildly.
“Oh, whoa, are you that girl from Lain?!” Alfred asked before anyone else got a word in.
“Ah...no,” Kiku said while Ivan answered with “He is Max. From Where the Wild Things Are?”
“Hahah oh! Duh!” Alfred laughed, slamming a palm down on Kiku’s shoulder. He then moved back and looked between the two of them before announcing how cute it was that they both came as creatures.
Ivan and Kiku looked at each other and blushed, seemingly noticing this for the first time. Alfred didn’t notice the awkwardness and began interrogating Kiku about if he liked Tetris as much as Ivan did, and oh, they should just come over and have a tournament then - or, because he also had MarioKart, they could play that -
“Could we?” Ivan asked.
Alfred nodded enthusiastically, the helmet making him look like a bobblehead.
“You comin’ too, little Max?” Alfred asked Kiku.
“If that would be okay,” Kiku replied.
“Alrighty! Out into the night!”
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“I mean - hic - it’s my favorite movie,” Gilbert was slurring to an emphatically nodding Sadiq.
“Edward’s so fuckin’ pure,” Sadiq said. “Just, ya know, does stuff...because it makes his woman happy....” he trailed off.
“I know! I - fuckin’ - I know, dude! And, and Kim! She just -”
“Just leaves him!”
“But, but man,” Gilbert shook his head. “Those townieshits-”
“-brainless suburban fuckers -” Sadiq snarled.
“ - yeah, them - they would have...have killed ‘im! It wasss....sacrifice, you know?”
“Dude, yeah, got ya.”
“She loved that weirdo motherfucker. And never - hic - went back! Never went back?!” Gilbert looked imploringly over to Sadiq.
Sadiq sat motionless for a minute, staring at the street. “...yeah. ‘S rough.”
Gilbert scraped his scissors on the pavement. “I dun’ think I could do that,” he tried to state casually.
“Eh?” Sadiq looked up.
“Not see - see someone I loved ever again. ‘m too selfish,” he shrugged. “S’what my last ex told me, least.”
“Mmmm, exes,” Sadiq laughed, but it was a bitter thing. “Fuck that.”
“Psh, really. No more ‘o that tonight.”
Sadiq finished the last of Gilbert’s flask and hummed a tune Gilbert couldn’t quite place.
“S’at?”
Sadiq laughed and threw an arm around Gilbert’s shoulders before belting out “Not. One. More. Woooooord tonight,” into the night. Gilbert placed it immediately and the two began an off-key duet with the stars as a twinkling, captive audience in their drunken minds.
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Alfred, Ivan, and Kiku stumbled into the middle of the performance. Alfred immediately jumped in, hopping into the middle of the deserted street and facing the two, throwing an arm out, while Ivan and Kiku shot confused glances at one another.
They extended the end a bit further than necessary and finally Alfred broke it up with loud chattering. “Hey, so Gil man, me, an’ Ivan, an’ Ivan’s pal - we’re gonna go home and play video games until we pass out. You coming?”
“Can we - can we smoke some weed?”
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it!” Alfred reached down and hauled Gilbert up, steadying him when he almost fell over.
“Okay - you - hic - wanna come, Sadiq?”
Sadiq waved them off. “Nah, I should get to sleep.”
“Kay, see ya around,” Gilbert called. He turned around. “You two - if you’re goin’, you’re goin’. C’mon.” He began to head down the street, Ivan and Kiku following.
Alfred looked at Sadiq a second. “You sure? Yeah? Alright. Sweet costume, by the way!” he said, then turned around and ran to catch up with the rest of them at the end of the street.
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Good Lord. What a chapter. Will probably take a breather for a bit after this one O.o Anyway, here are some links to costumes that might need to be clarified (remove the spaces):
Germany - I’m thinking Arby’s - ht tp://ww w.flickr.com/photos/87215627@N00/291787471/
Norway - Per Yngve Ohlin - warning, blood! - h ttp://i170.photobuc ket.com/albums/u248/darklore666/dead33.jpg
Poland - Margot Tenenbaum from The Royal Tenenbaums - h ttp://img.photob ucket.com/albums/v56/ottoautopilot/margot-bus.jpg
France and Spain - Daft Punk - I imagine that France would dress it up a little -htt p://ww w.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/12/13/daft_punk_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg
Germania, Denmark, Netherlands - The Nihilists from The Big Lebowski - except instead of looking derpy they ended up looking insane/fucking terrifying - h ttp://ww w.tifr.us/storage/post-images/The-Big-Lebowski-Nihilists.jpg
Rome - John Oates of Hall and Oates - ht tp://ww w.hearya.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/john-oates.jpg
Russia - Radiohead bear - IVAN YOU CREEPER ILU - ht tp://farm3.static.flic kr.com/2202/2473968159_d18d92976a.jpg?v=0
Oh, and Francis requested Air’s Sexy Boy, FYI.
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Seriously, I know this shit is going down all over the place but where, WHERE?? Soon I'll be too old for it!!
ANYWAY. As ever, loving the random pairings. Loving the music, loving the costumes (Daft Punk ^_^). As a massive Radiohead fan my fave bit was bear!Ivan robot-dancing to Idioteque. An awesome mental image.
... I really want to go to this party.
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I loooooved Ludwig's exchanges. Baaaw he's so precious ahahha
And I also love how Natalia gets the moves put on her so often, and her personality, and pretty much everything you've done so far ahhh
KINDA DREADING WHAT'S TO COME WITH FRANCIS AND ANTONOIO NOW TBH ;-;
hoping for their happy ending aksjeae
sososo another amazing chapter thank youuuuuuu, i can't say this enough.
oh and DAT MUSIC < 3
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This is totally random, but did you know that albinos generally can't dye their hair? The dye apparently doesn't stick, it's a different texture because of the lack of melanin or something. If I got it right, it's possible to dye it temporarily, though, like Gilbo did here.
Btw, my absolute favourite part: Ludwig "hitting on" Kiku. Also why aren't Gilbert and Sadiq paired off more often?
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And now to expose how much of a giant derp I am - I actually did look up if albinos could dye their hair! It's really weird...seems like some people can't at all, some people get weird colors when they try, and some people can never get dye out once it goes in. Temporary dye seems to be okay for the most part though.
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