OH MY GOD HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK
> Important announcements over at help_japan!
1. Updated grand total of donations raised by Round One is now at $61,379.06. HOLY WOW.
2. Yes, there will be a lightning round! Watch out for it in May!
3. The comm is now in need of new mods so please comment to the latest post if you'd like to help out.
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And some quick fic I've been drumming up over on Twitter: I'd written it after watching this rendition of Link and admiring hyde's dancing. So, plotbunny: What if Arthur only has one reliable forge - and what if that one forge happened to be hyde?!
"I don't know if I should be offended or not," Eames muttered.
"Be flattered and stop fishing for compliments," Ariadne laughed.
"And anyway I've known Arthur for a while, and never saw him forge." Eames's muttering was interrupted by the lights popping on.
"One, two, one-two-three-four," someone said, and the drummer squinted at the audience and started beating out a vicious, hyperactive riff.
The bassist strode on stage, ribbons and beads tied into his spiked hair. Then the lead guitarist, in camouflage pants and a red top.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome: Rainbow!" Suddenly Eames and Ariadne were surrounded by screaming women, fists waving as they chanted a name.
"There are actually men here?" Eames muttered in disbelief, jerking back as Ariadne, glitter on her cheeks, grinned up at him.
A voice singing, in a heart-stopping falsetto. One pure note, rising and rising, and suddenly the lights came on at center stage.
"Are you FUCKING ready!" the singer yelled, and the audience roared back its approval. Legs that seemed to go on forever, in black leather.
Black leather jacket to match, glint of light off the chains wrapped around his waist. White shirt, hair falling around his shoulders.
And he growled: "Ready steady can't hold me back!"
Ariadne was screaming the lyrics along with everyone else. "...Let's get started ready steady GO!"
Oh my god, Eames thought, almost choking on the realization. That's not - I know who the singer is. I know who that is.
The singer held his mic out to the crowd, grinning at their enthusiasm.
And hyde-who-was-Arthur jumped and danced around on stage, hips moving fluidly, rolling from side to side.
Delighted screams everywhere.
In the end, the forge slipped for a split-second - and the singer was deliberately holding Eames's eyes.
Arthur's eyes in hyde's face.
1. Updated grand total of donations raised by Round One is now at $61,379.06. HOLY WOW.
2. Yes, there will be a lightning round! Watch out for it in May!
3. The comm is now in need of new mods so please comment to the latest post if you'd like to help out.
///
And some quick fic I've been drumming up over on Twitter: I'd written it after watching this rendition of Link and admiring hyde's dancing. So, plotbunny: What if Arthur only has one reliable forge - and what if that one forge happened to be hyde?!
"I don't know if I should be offended or not," Eames muttered.
"Be flattered and stop fishing for compliments," Ariadne laughed.
"And anyway I've known Arthur for a while, and never saw him forge." Eames's muttering was interrupted by the lights popping on.
"One, two, one-two-three-four," someone said, and the drummer squinted at the audience and started beating out a vicious, hyperactive riff.
The bassist strode on stage, ribbons and beads tied into his spiked hair. Then the lead guitarist, in camouflage pants and a red top.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome: Rainbow!" Suddenly Eames and Ariadne were surrounded by screaming women, fists waving as they chanted a name.
"There are actually men here?" Eames muttered in disbelief, jerking back as Ariadne, glitter on her cheeks, grinned up at him.
A voice singing, in a heart-stopping falsetto. One pure note, rising and rising, and suddenly the lights came on at center stage.
"Are you FUCKING ready!" the singer yelled, and the audience roared back its approval. Legs that seemed to go on forever, in black leather.
Black leather jacket to match, glint of light off the chains wrapped around his waist. White shirt, hair falling around his shoulders.
And he growled: "Ready steady can't hold me back!"
Ariadne was screaming the lyrics along with everyone else. "...Let's get started ready steady GO!"
Oh my god, Eames thought, almost choking on the realization. That's not - I know who the singer is. I know who that is.
The singer held his mic out to the crowd, grinning at their enthusiasm.
And hyde-who-was-Arthur jumped and danced around on stage, hips moving fluidly, rolling from side to side.
Delighted screams everywhere.
In the end, the forge slipped for a split-second - and the singer was deliberately holding Eames's eyes.
Arthur's eyes in hyde's face.