Rɪᴄʜɪᴇ "ʜᴏʀᴄʜᴀᴛᴀ ᴍᴇ, ʙʀᴏ" Gᴇᴄᴋᴏ

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➤ When The Darkness Comes by Shelby Merry ➤ Run Boy Run by Woodkid (lbr, who didn't see this coming) ➤ Map of the Problematique by Muse ➤ Cities in Dust by The Everlove ➤ Underdog by Kasabian ➤ People Help The People by Cherry Ghoast ➤ Youth by Daughter ➤ Killer by Bastille (more so, this fanvid) ➤ Uprising by Muse ➤ The Scorch by Shelby Merry ✘ playlist on YouTube

seamstress- dessa
the mission m is for milla mix - puscifer
dangerous - dig data
we must be killers - mikky ekko
head like a hole - nin
paper planes - mia
pistolero - juno reactor
got the life - korn
wires - the neighbourhood
bottom of the river - delta rae
ain't no rest for the wicked - cage the elephant
no church in the wild - jay z/kanye west mash up
inca steppa - juno reactor
dark doo woop - ms mr
brain damage + eclipse - pink floyd

MoM TDM post;

[ the heavy wooden doors of carlos's club had only just closed behind seth, the sound seeming more deafening than it should be, and echoing louder in the empty club than it probably ought to, depsite the fairly decent acoustics. he's closed his eyes, like the finality of it was a physical blow he'd flinched away from. it wouldn't be the first time he was completely without his big brother - after all, he'd spent that lovely little vacation out in the woods before pritchard came to fetch him. but it'd be the first time seth actually left him. not threatened to, not talked about it like it was going to happen - actually left. "abandoned", richie's mind echoes, but he knows that's unfair. he'd wanted to go, didn't want to think of stupid, hot-headed seth with his bad tactics and terrible choice in heist partners heading back out into the world, and doubtlessly, to another job or five hundred without richie there to watch his back.

but he'd said "don't bother". it should be certain, in his head, that seth doesn't mean it. should be, but it isn't. and besides that, what's he going to do? Run around with blankets wrapped over him and hope something doesn't slip free and scorch a hole through him? and, of course, there's santanico. there's the fact all of this had started to feel like it fit, like he needed to be a part of it. and, for the first time in a while, richie felt strong. stable, and able to take care of himself. as much as he'd looked after seth before, gone to extreme lengths to keep his brother safe (the only one he'd ever really had - blood), it spoke very little of how well richie felt things were really kept together. like there wasn't something he needed to figure out, keep his eye on, prepare for. but even all that, over seth?

well, he hadn't really had time to consider what his choice actually was, and why, because, when he opens his eyes again, it's to a lab, remnants of a bright blue light just fading. the rest happens in a blur; people in military uniforms talking, richie's head feeling light and dizzy, getting shuffled elsewhere and looking down at something that stings at his wrist, only to find a new tattoo there. and then, there's the sidewalk, and the city. his neck cranes as richie's eyes lift to skim up the buildings, and look out over what's obviously a military base. are those palm trees? since when does mexico have palm trees on the texas border? this isn't cancun, but everything sure does smell like dead fish and way too much sunlight.

for about a full minute, richie's slowly turning around in a circle, ignoring the people around him, to try to figure out what the actual fuck this is and where the shit he ended up in, or what weird hallucination this is supposed to be, and what dark corner of his mind decided florida was an appropriate place to go to. there's people shouting about files (something that was shoved into his hand a moment ago), cars, "imports" and free malts. free malts?

that's about when it occurs to him, as he squints over to the call of free malts, narrowing his eyes against the sun. he's not burning up. or dissolving into a cloud of dust. not that he has a whole lot of experience or knowledge about how that happens, but it sort of seemed like an 'on contact, instantaneously" sort of gig. yeah, that should be happening, but it's not. ]

Huh. [ he lifts a hand to look over it, wiggling his fingers some in the sunlight, looking normal as ever, save for the fact there isn't a hole in his hand anymore. well. okay. vampirism is weird, but whatever, he'll take it. ]

Cool.

[ that's it. time to get a malt. he'll be going for strawberry. ]

TFLNs for reasons; feel free to do tags for as many as you like. seriously, i love text threads for trying to get voice figured out.

A. ) This strip club is mediocre. Talent is fine. Fung shui is bad.

B. ) The texts you sent will act as the Rosetta Stone for all drunk people.

C. ) It only took 2 hours, but we managed to melt the purity ring down with a butane torch.

D. ) I just had sex in the back of an ambulance. Call me.

E. ) I'm not sure whose apartment I woke up in, but I just showered here and their shampoo is phenomenal.

Choose Your Own Adventure; idk just hit me with stuff, i need to get this boo going.