#fiery-phantom

She made me do this. Brodie-mun laid in his bed, sleeping as he was supposed to, after a long night of Skyping with his two (wacky) friends, jenna and Salicky. All was peaceful in his residence and the entire house was quiet; just another night, right? Well, it wouldn't be any longer, as Salicky climbed out of the hole she'd dug all the way from Hawaii. It was a difficult task, getting here; she'd had to dig right through the Pacific Ocean and though tectonic plates to get here. But with sheer determination, luck, skill, and motivation from a certain New Yorker, she'd managed to do it. Somehow, let's just say through Internet magic for plot reasons, she knew where he lived, so she climbed up to his window using piles of dirt and snuck inside his room. She crab-walked over to him so she wouldn't wake him, and just started whispering in his ear, "Hello friend I am here." Meanwhile, jenna was somehow hearing all this, even though crickets were fucking outside. The entire population of Norway heard as well, and they all silently cheered, trying not to make noise because then Brodie-mun would wake up. Salicky, at that point, resorted to poking the other's head, repeatedly. That was when Sleeping Beauty Brodie-mun finally woke up, and consequently yelped in surprise, as it was not often he woke up with a girl's head right next to his. Explaining how and why she'd come, Salicky then plopped onto his bed, commenting, "Wowee, your bed's really bouncy." She started jumping on it then, which made a rather grumpy Brodie-mun bounce up and down with her. He just flipped over and tried to sleep again, but still the bouncing did not relent. Finally, after a few minutes had passed, Salicky stopped jumping and moved next to the other, who was nestled up in a little Brodie-mun burrito with his sheets. She laid her head on top of Brodie-mun's short brown hair, mussing it up. She said, "You know, in Hawaii, we wouldn't be sleeping right now." Brodie-mun just mumbled incoherently into his pillow. Salicky, accepting this answer, then hid herself under his covers, giggling. But then-HOLD UP A SECOND. jenna climbed out of a separate hole, and used Salicky's dirt pile to climb up and watch. There was no way she was going to miss one of her ships becoming canon. She watched though the window as everything happened, and deciding that there needed to be more action, took a stick of butter from her Mermaid Man utility belt. Whispering, "You should've set it to wumbo!", she threw it like a grenade at the two. It fell on Brodie-mun's face, who took the stick and proceeded to ask,"Did you put this on me?" to the girl still hiding under his sheets, who, of course, replied with a "No." At that time, Salicky brought out a butter stick of her own, kneeling before Brodie-mun and saying,"Because this is the one I got especially for you." jenna gasped, Brodie-mun gasped, and the entire population of both Norway and Normandy gasped. Brodie-mun took the stick, with tears in his eyes and said,"it's beautiful." From then on, they decided, they would all stay there and raise the butter so it would grow up into a kind, good stick and suitable for slathering on toast. ...That is, until Brodie-mun's hotness made the butter melt. Even so, jenna just kept them supplied with butter, and the two lived happily ever after. The end.

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He hadn’t expected to see much else other than the usual houses, shops, and calm lights of the city, so when he saw someone nearby, someone that caused a small spark of recognition to ignite when he caught a brief look at his face, what else could he do but investigate? The fading light made it hard to make out the other person’s features, but as Tabitha approached the man from behind, he still had a feeling he knew exactly who it was.

(I don't really have any special feelings for the Slowpoke evolutionary line, I guess. But they evolve into Psychic-types, and Arceus knows I hate Psychic-types.)

(I...made a thing. By the way, I kind-of made up a backstory for Brodie in this, and that might not be part of the RPer's headcanons. Anyway...here. Inspired by fiery-phantom and blazingillusionist's RPs.) How to Play Hide-and-Go-Seek by Yourself Brodie had always had a talent for manipulation. The blue-haired male loved to play mindgames, to toy with other people's emotions. They're such fragile things, emotions; easily squashed, difficult to mend. Of course, people already know this; so why are they so surprised when he picks up his things and leaves? Maybe it's because he's so unreadable; most of the people he knows have never even seen who he truly is. It's because of the disguises he puts on; he has a skill for paying attention to details, a talent for peering through cracks in people's outer layers. Oh, but he has a feeling he'll never truly know. He doesn't dwell; why need to? He picks up whatever he has and moves. Stability and uniformity are restricting, after all. But now and again, he allows himself to return to the past. It's good to remember your roots; they're what make you what you are. When it's one of those times, he remembers how he'd gotten his nomadic habits from his parents; or, more precisely, their jobs. Moving around constantly teaches you to adapt, to accept; and it teaches you not to attach yourself to others. That was what his parents did to him; so it was what he did to others. And it worked. Oh, those broken-hearted fools; setting down roots too quickly without a proper base. He'd pity them, but he'd always be too busy laughing at them. So this is how he lives; playing the puppeteer, going wherever the wind takes him. It's a life that's filled with events; but on the rare chance he finds himself with nothing to steal and no-one to manipulate, he sits down to his own thoughts. He can't afford to let them overwhelm him; so instead he focuses on a topic he'd been pondering since childhood. How do you play hide-and-go-seek by yourself? He plays a sort of variation of this game with others. But it's a one-sided match; he wins, every time. It's a combination of his ability to disguise himself and how naïve some people can be. How good do you have to be to be able to fool yourself? It's one of the few things he returns to over and over. No matter how hard he searches, no matter where he goes or what he does, he can't seem to find the answer. It's a question so hard-wired into him he never expected to find the answer; and never in his lifetime would he have expected to find it in another person. But somehow, Blaise is different from others. The blond has disguises of his own, but in a different way; he bottles his emotions and stashes it far, far away from his exterior. He's talented at fooling people as well; not nearly as good as Brodie is, but he still respects him because he does it unconsciously. He can fool himself with what his mind tells him. He can play hide-and-go-seek with himself. But Brodie's never noticed this until recently, when a chance encounter brought he and a man he thought he'd never see again back together. And when Blaise invited him to stay with him, he accepted; it would be a good chance to observe him, to find and break him, to pour his poison through him. But he's since then discovered Blaise is just as volatile as he is. And, unlike him, it's woven into him. It's as much as a part of him as his disguise, so he shows who he is while hiding himself at the same time. It's infuriating; and for the first time Brodie has finally found a person whom he can't see through. So when he tells Brodie that he loves him, what does he do? How can he lie to that blond when he has such a sincere look in his eyes? Is he lying when he says he loves him too? With him, Brodie doesn't know anything anymore. He can't bring himself to think of Blaise as just another puppet to control. He sees too much of himself in him. Or is it that he sees too much of Blaise within himself? But when they're lying in bed together, sweaty and exhausted, when Blaise combs his fingers through the knots in Brodie's hair and snuggles up next to him, it's when Brodie has an epiphany of sorts. He's broken through Blaise. He's gotten him to admit his feelings and to be open with him. Blaise, this whole time, has never been able to truly lock away his emotions. He, like Brodie, knows how fragile they are; and like Brodie, he can never truly hide from himself. And as he lays in bed with him now, an afterthought runs through his mind: stability may be restricting, but it feels damn good. A kiss is planted on Blaise's forehead. Warm breath settles on his skin as Blaise's arms curl around his neck. Raising his lips from Blaise's skin, Brodie lets a soft "I love you" tumble from his lips. He knows now that he isn't lying. And he can't hide it. And, in this way, Brodie finally realizes how to fool yourself with your own lies. He knows now how to play hide-and-go-seek by yourself. You can't.

It gets even worse, no regular milk so I HAVE TO USE FUCKING SOY MILK! GAUHHHHHH!!