GENERAL OPEN POST/IC INBOX/WHATEVER IDK

[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

Comments

[passengers]

dude change your fucking voicemail, you sound like a baby.

[passengers]

are you still in deutschland?

[saints]

A little bird told me that you're in Roma for the week.

Ok no.

I may or may not have scried it this morning.

I could feel you. I got excited.

[burnination]

cheating

[ there's no surprise in him showing up on your couch if you already know he's going to do it omfg ]

after his sabbatical at satan's palace of joys

[passengers]

hi

[burnination]

[ WOW FUCK U, HE'S CALLING U U GIANT SAKE OF SHIT????

this here is going to be a long string of german cursing, half slurred, because he's a little drunk and depressed

possibly a little teary in places which is like a sign of the apocalypse, wolfgang getting teary

so fuck you basically????

but eventually, english: ]

Where the fuck have you been you piece of shit?! It's been a fucking year! Do you know how many kneecaps I broke looking for you?!

[ so many kneecaps. kneecaps belonging to people he suspected of possibly kidnapping you

none of them were satan's kneecaps, sadly ]

set during marco's spring break in hell bc i wanted to fuck bitches get money

[saints]

[ have a pictures of a card spread. it's bad, max. it's yours. and you know tris' readings don't lie. ]

If it were anyone else I'd say screw them and do whatever you want.

[saints]

But Max I need you to lay low for a few days. Just a few.

after some tattoos... your pick which

[tangit]

no picking

AND NO SCRATCHING

i mean it

ummmhhhhhhhh lets dooooo the heart one b/c cute

[burnination]

[ sending a snapchat of this face

and then another of his finger touching just the edge of his new tattoo.

look ma look what im doing hahahahahahaha ]

action, after that warning from tris up there

[tangit]

[After a rather stressful series of texts from Tris, Dani waits for a couple of hours at his place for Max.

But Max doesn't show up.

Dani gets anxious, and though he's not very good with scrying, he is very good with sacred geometry, and it's just a matter of doing a few triangulations and drawing out some complex designs. He puts a hand in the center of one, and in a moment he's standing in the middle of Rome next to Max. He grabs Max and pulls him into a tight hug.]

You stupid goddamn idiot, one of these days you're going to give me a heart attack.

ugu ;3;

[burnination]

[ james' key took him more to rome proper than straight to dani's house. he's been there, and he could have taken him to dani, sure, but max felt like he wanted to do some wandering on his own for a bit. thinking. about marco, about tris, and himself. about what will happen if they don't find him.

about what he'll do.

he's close to heading towards dani's when dani conveniently pops up right next to him. iiiin the middle of st. peter's basilica. wow. good thing he was being a tourist, like tris told him to, and no one's likely to notice someone suddenly new here in the throng of foreigners. still, max's head jerks one way and the other, before he's being tugged into a hug.

shit. so tris told him. a slow sigh deflates him, and max gradually brings his arms up behind dani's back, petting down his spine and tilting his chin to drop a kiss against his temple and cheek. only pausing to scowl at an old catholic woman straighting disapprovingly. consider yourself lucky he isn't shoving his hands down his pants right here, lady. ]

You know how long he's been gone now? [ normally, he'd joke here, probably. say something nonchalant and odd. but he's been worked up for the whole month marco's been MIA. ] Most people would be setting up funerals by now.

but what if three days l8r, m8??

[saints]

Dawn of the third day, bitch.

[saints]

Let's read this shit.

it's a thousand years too early to use that other ic post of yours (8+ years after bcr)

[aspects]

max

[ the most formal of the formal greetings

lmao no worries no worries

[burnination]

harper

[saints]

I know you were like the resident virgin back at BCR but now you fuck like a tiger so you gotta help me.

[saints]

SOS.

from grant's phone

[inumbrated]

for fucking serious if you send the ghostbusters theme one more time i'm going to eat you

[burnination]

is that the sexy kind of eat or????

hi frankie give grant his phone back you're sullying it with bad words

i will cheer u up 1/3

[despising]

I'm in America and I've got questions.

2/3

[despising]

What is with the fascination with bacon?

[blasphemer]

Are you alone?

[ THIS ISN'T OMINOUS ]

[burnination]

for the moment. what's up?

repurposes this for my own desires

[deafens]

congratulations on the mess you made of
things on trying to reconstruct the air and
all that brings

[favouriting]

i honestly have no idea just give me something.
meeting? lowkey hanging out? babysitting baby bro idc.

[burnination]

[ it's funny, how the apocalypse seems to even out society. you find politicians, socialites, actors, all kinds of celebrities scattered around with all the normal people. not as much room for fame anymore. hell, max even got to save kanye once, and told him he has to survive and write a song about him once all this shit is over. but it's still early - things have only just started to hit the fan, and LA, city of angels, had enough in the way of guardians descending to wall it up and make it a fortress for a while. it won't last, not forever, but for now, it's safe.

and there's places like this. clubs with good acoustics and free drinks (what does currency even matter anymore?) and quality live music. brendan urie hasn't died yet, thank god. they aren't staying here forever, places to go, plans to make, strikes to enact, but for now, it's a moment of peace.

max is lounged at one of the booths, watching dani, brigid and tris dance somewhere closer to the stage, marco and elliot and the others mixed in somewhere as well, just with the angrier miss south africa hanging around for some quiet drinks. likely more out of convenience and association, max is guessing, as avery didn't seem terribly fond of him. but company is company, as far as max cares. ]

Good seats. Guess that's one nice thing about the end of the world.

text. bECAUSE WHY NOT

[passives]

stop staring at my ass whenever we do yoga

LMFAO EXCELLENT

[burnination]

stop putting your ass in my yoga viewing space. i was here first.

bc i just have to now

[saints]

You know, I'm going to have to stop bringing you to yoga if you don't actually DO anything.

i love it :'3

[burnination]

i do plenty at yoga

moral support

human swiffer

emergency bj provider

tbh i need a raise

[cleansing]

[When Dafydd had moved to Los Angeles to start a tattoo apprenticeship, he hadn't been expecting quite so much... everything. There are parts of the city that remind him of Cardiff—the drunks and the clubs and the pants sagged around blokes' asses—but the fast pace is far more similar to Johannesburg. The country boy in him kind of longs for uninterrupted stretches of grass and trees, but the rest of him lives for the people all swarming about and living their lives. It's fascinating to watch and pleasantly overwhelming to be a part of.

And the tattoo parlor where he's working is the perfect intersection of all of this. They get everyone from thin women in designer yoga pants to drunk men in Ed Hardy shirts. He knows his shit by now, is the best in he shop when it comes to anything symmetrical or geometric in design thanks to his training in spellcast ink. He's also got a reputation for being the most gentle of the artists, and his work never bleeds. But he's here to get a more comprehensive experience of normal tattooing, not to mention practice his ability to design more organic art.

Usually, when someone stumbles in drunk, he gives them the usual lecture about not making decisions while inebriated. But tonight, after a rather slow day, he's the only one in the shop when two male models come in. At least, he thinks they must be male models. They're both stunning and chiseled and covered in ink already. He holds his tongue, curious enough to see what design they might want before automatically shooing them back out the door to try and find a less respectable establishment that would be willing to tattoo them, no questions asked.]

Can I help you lads?

[burnination]

[ his first mistake was crossing tristan clark. among many others, the high point of which being luci the cat's exciting flight through the sky, and there's sure to be many more to follow in max's life time. this isn't the first time max has met retribution, but it'll at least be one of the funnier ones. as the tattoo he's been convinced to add to the side of his ass will serve as a good conversation starter in booty calls to come. stumbling into the LA tattoo shop, max is the "i need someone to remind me not to take off my pants in public" kind of drunk (possibly high, who knows, really), though thankfully still looking male model levels of acceptable, thanks to tris, who is less wasted. either way, it's max that comes forward, holding out a scarp of torn notebook paper, with a crude sketch of a black cat clinging to a wall, with comically huge eyes. something max spent a good ten straight minutes snickering at on tristan's living floor not long before showing up here. ]

I need this. [ he's announcing once the guy manning the shop greets them, before pulling his hands back (despite not having handed over the sketch yet) to tug at one side of his jeans, pulling them down a few inches at the ass (well, side-ass). no, no, not that one he mutters under his breath, seeing the large mandala tattoo on that hip, before shuffling over to the other side of his ass and doing the same. ah yes. this one is unmarked. that's where he slaps the paper, with index finger pointing down at it, as he looks back up to the artist, with a cheeky grin. ] Right here. Is that cool?

[ glancing back over his shoulder, towards tris, max lifts his brows, looking sort of childishly lost for a second. ] Right?

[unrestricted]

Someone spots something that they shouldn't? Payback for a wrondoing? Gratitude for a favour? Spying? Idk. Gay lions.

txt.

[ex_improvise59]

how much would it cost to burn down a city block?

Re: txt.

[burnination]

depends, are there people in it?

i don't burn people

for money

I FEEL LIKE ANGST BECAUSE IM GRUMPY AND ILL AND CANT GET KIP ~sometime around the crawl

[despising]

Did I ever tell you I almost died, before I met you I mean.

i love it when u speak british at me, boo

[burnination]

[ oh. this is... new. this is a thing, and it's important, and it's new, and its coming from someone max cares absurd amounts for. so he's immediately leaving whatever he's doing to go find a quiet room for this. ]

you didn't.

want me to call?

[ please be okay, friend. he wants to make you okay. ]

xoxo

[despising]

Can't. Way too high. Forgot how to operate doors. Stuck outside. Come get me.

o3o

[burnination]

doors are the worst. do you push, do you pull? revolving ones are terrible when blazed

on my way, dont hurt yourself

ilu

[despising]

Do you think aliens probe people because they get all their information about humans from the internet which is almost exclusively porn?

ilu2

[burnination]

yes 100%

all that tentacle porn

maybe they think its the proper earthling greeting

TFLNSSS

[burnination]

1. ] my life is in shambles. just made a grilled cheese in the microwave on a hot dog bun

2. ] my penis made a compromise with my morals

3. ] since hes sober and out of jail he acts like we are the worst people on earth. fuck him, the only acceptable time in life to do coke is the early twenties. he wont take that from us.

4. ] we dont need a hotel, well just sleep in the post office.

5. ] you think you can just send me a picture of your dick and everything will be ok?