#funheist

Fakehaus aesthetic masterpost lol

The Bungalow Boyz are rumored to work under the same roof as Fakehaus, but no one is really certain. They’re more elusive than the FH crew, only a select few police officers have seen their faces 

i remember, pepperidge farm remembers...

writing dan is weird when u remember that he follows u on twitter but thank u for this bc i love schvic so much oh my god; its such an underappreciated pairing

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Adam slips into the bungalow thirty minutes after the end of the day, one last check to make sure all the stations are shut down and nothing too important was left out; he usually does this on Fridays, just as a precaution. 

He hears the soft clicking of a keyboard and not much else, the occasional click of the mouse, the slide of it across the desk and a frown crosses his lips when he heads further into the bungalow, finding Dan hunched over his desk, headphones covering his ears as he concentrates on an edit. 

The entire crew in the bungalow, they work hard, extremely hard, but Adam’s noticed that Dan pushes himself a lot, he’ll stay at work late, finish up edits over the weekends (although everyone takes home work sometimes), and god during RTX, Adam’s not sure how many times he’d come across Dan in the green room working on something via laptop. 

(He’s always been like this, James had told Adam once, Works too hard, too much for his own good.) 

Adam moves closer and stands where he’s sure he’s visible and waits until Dan sees him and pauses in his work, saves it before he pulls his headphones off and tilts his head back to look up at Adam, Something wrong? 

(He ignores the way his heart thuds against his ribs, he and Dan are friends, sure, but he’s also sure that Dan wouldn’t want to pursue anything other than friendship, no matter what Adam’s feelings are.) 

You’ve stayed over four days this week, Adam says, trying hard to keep the disapproving tone out of his voice, Whatever the edit is, it can wait, he reaches out and rests a hand on Dan’s shoulder, Seriously. Go home and get some rest. No one else is taking work home or staying late so you shouldn’t either. 

Dan smiles and leans into Adam’s touch (or at least Adam thinks he does), I’m almost done, he says reassuringly, Just finishing up a few things on Open Haus for Peake. 

Adam’s frown doesn’t go away but it does ease up a bit, Dan, please, he says, he squeezes Dan’s shoulder before removing his hand, It’ll still be here Monday, it’ll be okay if it’s not up immediately on Monday it doesn’t go live for everyone until Tuesday anyway, you’ve worked hard all week, stayed late and worked through lunch on Wednesday. 

He stops, wonders if it’s too weird that he’s been keeping such a close eye on Dan, wonders if Dan’ll find it weird, even; What I mean is, you deserve a break. That’s what Fridays are for. Save the file and shut your computer down, go see a movie and come back on Monday with fresh eyes. 

Dan had felt tense when Adam’s hand was on his shoulder and his forehead a little pinched and now that Adam looks at him, he looks deflated, hunched shoulders and a closed posture, C’mon Dan, he tries again, softening his voice. Come see a movie with me? You didn’t eat lunch today did you? 

Dan’s quiet, staring up at him for several long minutes, as if he’s trying to figure out what Adam’s thinking, and then, then he sighs, leans back heavily against his chair and hums, Yeah, okay, he says. I didn’t eat. Food...sounds good, he’s saying as if he’d forgotten that he needed food to survive. 

1.Spell your name in songs?

J- Jungle by Jon Bellion

O- Only Everyone Can Judge Me by Crywank

S- Sugar Daddy from Hedwig and the Angry Inch

H- Help by The Front Bottoms These songs mean a lot to me. Sometimes I truly want to die and music really helps. This music in particular.

2. Why did you choose your URL?

Honestly, when I made this blog I was battling anorexia and I was truly hungry as dicks. I was always hungry, food was the only thing on my mind. It had overtaken my life. I’m for the most part recovered now, but I have kelt the URL to remind myself that it wasn’t a good place to be in and to be strong.

3. What is your middle name?

Michelle. Until the age of 17, I went by the name of Kimberly and I only changed my first name when I came out as trans.

4. If you could be any mythical creature what would you be?

I would be a cryptid. But a cryptid like “The depressed boy behind the Dennys that only comes out at 3 am”

4. Favorite Color?

Yellow. Hands down yellow. I used to tell everyone that yellow was the worst color because I was terrified of people choosing yellow and then it being less special

6. Song that you like right now?

People Ii: The Reckoning by AJJ. It’s a weird song that makes me smile. When I’m happy it makes me happier and when I feel like shit it makes me smile so all around it’s p great. I also just shaved my head which is kind of a big deal? when i feel bad about it i listen to the song and it helps me not to feel like i should be judged about it

7. Top 4 Fandoms

The Rooster Teeth community and all the surrounding branches that it encompasses. GMM Twenty One Pilots Game Grumps.

8. Tag 9 People

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Koko’s intimidating on most days, wearing mesh and leather;face impassive as if everything’s not worth his time (Adam supposes that’s justKoko’s resting face, but honestly he’s not too keen on studying himself too closely, after all.)

So when he wakes up to Schling, curled up on one side of hisbed, he’s confused at best; Schling and Koko, whatever they are, share thecouch—Adam’s come into the living room many mornings to the two of them wrappedaround each other under one of Adam’s spare blankets.

He shakes Schling wake, but it proves to be futile becauseall Schling does is snores and rolls closer to the center of the bed; Figures, Adam mumbles with a shake ofhis head as he slips out of bed; the feeling of something not right hits him when he reaches his bedroom door andhe fights with that oddness in the pit of his stomach as he goes to relievehimself and brush his teeth.

(It morphs into something more definite when he steps intothe living room and sees Koko—looking smaller than usual with gray sweatpantsand a too big t-shirt; his face is makeup free and hair without product. He hasa cushion in his arms, he’s squeezing it, if the tension in his arms is anyindication and Adam frowns, the unnerving way Koko’s staring at the televisionin front of him off putting.)

Koko? He askscarefully as he moves towards the couch, lingers around the arm of it as if he’safraid to get too close, Is everythingalright?

The mirthless smile that crosses Koko’s lips catches Adamoff guard, a laugh is forced out, twisted and heavy, I’m not, he says, blunt and then, a string of words in German, facecontorted into something between sadness and disgust.

The boys, they don’tneed me, he says, I’d much ratherstay here where at least I’m tolerated.

Adam finds it a little alarming, jarring, because they don’treally talk about Schling or Koko going back, they’re not sure why they’re herein the first place, so figuring out a way to send them back would be…well…ahorrible idea—I’m an idiot. (And hefeels bad that he zoned out on Koko talking, his own mind running as to whyKoko seems distressed, no...upset.)

He sits on the couch, carefully, gingerly, keeps areasonable distance between them but turns so he’s looking at Koko, Do you want to talk about it? he’s notgood at talking but he’s pretty alright at listening and maybe, maybe it’ssomething that can be fixed by venting—that’s a valid strategy, right?

Another laugh and Koko looks at him this time, You don’t even want me here, he says,the words unnecessarily heavy, face twisted into something ugly, You only barely tolerate me, just as theboys did and yet, yet I want to stay here, because you’re better at faking it.

(Adam wants to deny the accusation, he more than tolerates Koko, but Koko’s pushing on,speaking again, more German, angry and self deprecating and Adam’s head’sspinning now.)

Before I left, hoursmaybe, there was an interview released, after they sabotaged my show, wherethey didn’t mention me, they just…they talked about how they were strong andwere going to release music soon, other things….he shakes his head, sayssomething in German once more, short and with a crude sort of smirk, Guess they finally got tired of me, mm?

He doesn’t know what to say, it’s so different from the Assassin Superstar short they did, thereweren’t these feelings behind the characters,nothing this fleshed out, just early clues to something much bigger—he doesn’tknow how to process this, that there’s actualproblems, that the sabotaging happened.

You’re going to gettired of me too, Koko says and looks up at Adam, he looks tired, sad andhis eyes are a little red, You andSchling will get tired of me.

A surge of somethingAdam can’t name travels through him and he shakes his head, No, he says, voice fierce and low, No, Koko, no. We won’t get tired of you. Hefeels almost protective over Koko(and to an extent, Schling), and he reaches out, grabs one of Koko’s hands (hisnail polish is chipped, nails chewed down messily and god, it’s worse than Adam thought.) Whatever it is, you’ve got us.

Koko squeezes his hand once, twice, and then drops hisshoulders, looks down at his lap, I wantto believe you, he murmurs, the words slurring together messily and Adamshifts closer, curls his other hand around the back of Koko’s squeezes his handbetween both palms, We won’t get tired ofyou. He says again, as if trying to drive his point him.