#map to another without losing your flow. but like. okay. i dont want to be doing that though.

[quietwingsinthesky]

honestly the only difference you need to know about mirror’s edge versus mirror’s edge: catalyst is that in order to play mirror’s edge, i have to dig out my xbox 360, cords and cables, hook it up, hit it a few times to get it running, and hope the disc still reads. and to play catalyst, i just pull it up on my ps4. and i still feel the urge to replay mirror’s edge a dozen times a year while i haven’t touched catalyst since i finished it.

[artificialqueens]

Cause Though the Truth May Vary, This Ship Will Carry (Gigi/Nicky) - Campvanjie

AN: Based on the prompt: “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.” A slight AU Gigi/Nicky, little bit of unrequited crushing and a lot of fate, originally posted to my old AO3 account on May 24th, 2020. Edited as well to add non-binary pronouns for Gigi out of drag, as the original used male pronouns. Don’t worry, I’m the original author and only want all of my stories collected under one pen name.

Summary: Nicky and Gigi strike up a friendship online, but just can’t meet until the time’s exactly right.

CW: slight mentions of homophobia.

The sun’s almost setting on an August day when Gigi flicks through the games in their library, bored of sniping enemies from rooftops, set on finding something else that has a competitive mode, kicking underneath the bed to find their headset. It would probably be best to at least try to talk to other people, and maybe even count up all the times people call each other gay without even realizing they’re talking to someone, who’s made sixteen dollars an hour dressing up as a girl and working at the rock climbing wall for all of high school.

There’s gay, and then there’s Gigi Goode; with a closet hanging full of custom couture, not that they’d ever admit to their mom that her work isn’t the worst.

There’s only one player in the team’s group chat, as Gigi adjusts their headset so they can talk into the mic.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hi!”, laughs the voice in his headphones; crackling as Gigi shoots and blows apart a box in the game’s lobby. There’s an accent there he can’t quite place, not that it matters so much, since the guy on the other end easily guides him through the map and even cracks a couple of jokes as one of the other team’s players is booted off a cliff. Maybe he’s Spanish, or Russian, since there are lot of Russian people on the server at this time of almost- night.  

They queue for another round, his player’s character stopping next to a poster of one of the girls in the game.

“I like her, do you?”, he asks, and Gigi cringes a little. Straight guys were fucking exhausting, but this was just embarrassing-

“Like, this coat, with the belt like this, makes her waist look like she is a wasp. The insect, not the white people.”, he keeps talking, and Gigi’s eyes widen a little.

“Yeah, I’d buy those boots.”, they joke, hoping that whoever it is, will take it in stride, and he won’t have to listen to someone who’d been cool for the past half an hour, suddenly start losing their mind over how gay that was to say out loud.

“The boots? I want this hair- I want just Mortal Kombat hair but like this color, and maybe instead of a gun I want the scepter, like Sailor Jupiter. You’ve seen that, yes?”

Gigi blinks a couple of times. He’s serious?

“Like, of course. Yeah.”

“She’s a Mugler bitch. Hm, aren’t you?”, the voice teases on the other end; kicking at one of the boxes in the game.

Gigi is silent, as their queue timer runs out, and their team join another game which is already active when they’re dropped in.

“It’s the Hermes winter collection.”

“What?”

“That jacket is a dupe from the Hermes winter collection. You said Mugler-”, Gigi repeats, blasting through a wall in the game.

“Oh- oh you’re saying- this past winter! Of course! Maybe someone on the design team is also a fan?”

“Maybe.”

The two of them finish the round, and Gigi eagerly hits yes; when a little box pops up to add TheNickyDoll to their friends list.

(Gigi adds him back on Discord, too- because they’re probably not taking the Xbox to college, and then, they can send pictures right away.

He’s not a serial killer, and he’s cute.

Gigi can’t help but wonder if Nicky thinks the same of them.)

They slowly knit together in between Gigi’s first semester, and when Nicky moves into a new apartment in the eleventh arrondissement in Paris, and pops a bottle of champagne against his camera on his phone, propped up in his new kitchen. He plays with the zipper on his hoodie, and Gigi still can’t help but be surprised with how simple his wardrobe is.

Gigi spends hours carefully curating their wardrobe, though they supposed in Europe, there were just better pickings.

“Don’t you have friends?”, Gigi jokes, shirtless against the white brick walls of their dorm.

“Everyone will be over later, but I just wanted to do a toast for your timezone. It will be like three am for you when everyone else gets off work.”

“So this is a private party? Well… okay let me get my card.”

“Seriously? Not that kind of party!”

“Didn’t say it was. Congratulations, by the way. I got you something! Well like, I found it, and it’s so you-“

Gigi flicks the camera to face forwards, swinging to a painting hanging in the closet.

“Aw, well you didn’t have to- what the fuck is that?”

“Putin! I painted him in like the eighth grade. My mom was dropping off some stuff last weekend and I can mail him-“

Nicky’s eyebrows shoot up, pots and pans clattering on the other end of the line.

“Bitch, I am trying to not be the victim of a hate crime.”

Gigi laughs a little bit, flipping the camera back to focus on their face.

“I never asked, what do you even do?”

“What?”

“Like you- you have a job right? What’s your job?”

“Ah, I’m working, well I worked at a makeup store, but now I have some contracts, and maybe, you know- this neighborhood is where all the bars and the clubs are. If there’s no work on the runways maybe some will be looking for new girls.”

Gigi’s cheeks run hot for a moment.

“Wait, you- you’re a girl?”, they ask weakly, hoping it won’t absolutely ruin their entire… whatever it is, when you’d rather have a private housewarming alone in bed, than pretend to enjoy the beers that are flowing through the rest of the hall downstairs.

“Only when I’m being paid. Do you know- well, you have to in America you have RuPaul’s show- it’s like that-“

“You do drag? Wait, really?”

“Shhhh.”, he stops them, pressing a finger between his lips. “It’s like, I haven’t got any bookings yet but some of the clubs are interested- some of the parties, too. I can be a bottle girl.”

Gigi simply blinks repeatedly in the screen.

“What- is that too gay? I thought we were both pretty gay.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Hey-“, Gigi keeps the camera on their face, their eyes flicking up towards the naked mannequin resting against the closet door. Most of Gigi’s things were still at home, but there was a black feathered swimsuit they’d been working on- if they took out the waist just a bit-

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Wow, we are getting deep in, Dr Phil.”

“Seriously, what is it?”

“I’m feeling pink recently. Usually just- something simple. Blue. Black. It’s soothing.”

“Black is not a color.”  

“Then it’s my favorite not-color.” Nicky pours from the bottle into a flute on her counter. “Get something to drink, come on.”

“Uh-“

“Doesn’t matter what. Come on!”

Gigi reaches for Red Bull, yesterday’s alcohol mixed into it, tangy and stale in the metal can.

“Okay.”

“Pace a Salute!”, Nicky cheers, and they clink their drinks against the camera.

-

Two months later, there’s a wrapped package on his stoop, covered in foreign postage, wet at the edges like it’s been through- what Americans would call the ringer, the labels so scratched over he can barely make out the return address, when he cuts the cardboard open on his kitchen counter.

If this was that stupid Putin painting, he was deleting Gigi from his entire life-

Inside, is fabric folded in paper, a little cloth ribbon tied around where a card is tucked in.

“I dont know what your actual skin tone is because you need better lights but merry Christmas if it doesn’t fit or doesn’t match sell it on eBay and get better lights”,

Gigi has written, in neat, large letters.

Nicky carefully unfurls the rest of it, and there’s a blue and pink bodysuit inside, accented with green and yellow panels that glitter like the facets of a diamond, and a yellow jacket, the bottom cut off just below the ribs, hemmed in thick stitches so the fabric won’t roll up.

Had Gigi gone and had this made? Or was it off the rack?, he wondered, digging for price tags and labels in the fabric.

Nothing.

Shit.

He fires off a message to Gigi, who is still showing as offline, given it’s probably six in the morning where he is.

14:17

-

How much is this “gift” you got me? Wtf…

FaceTime me later.

There’s predictably no response, and that night; he paints carefully in the mirror in his bedroom, laying out the little black dress he had chosen for the performance on his bed.

At the very last minute though, it’s that little suit from Gigi that wins out, nude panels sliding over his tights as he shimmies in front of the mirror.

It’s not perfect, but it all looks very nice.

When later comes, Gigi is wearing a red wig with blonde streaks that she runs her long fingers through, winking at the camera.

“My mom’s actually a professional seamstress. It didn’t cost anything, babe.”, she says with a little shrug, a tight yellow dress barely moving around his shoulders. There’s always a party here; and Gigi can’t imagine hating it more, the little college town bigger than he was used to, and yet still- too small for what she really wanted.

“If you want other stuff, I’ll send it. There’s lots of stuff that I don’t really wear anymore and we kind of have the same style. It’s not like anyone can say anything, then they’d have to admit they’ve seen me out in public. Or I could even make you something, I’m bored all the time.”

“Why are you doing this?”, Nicky asks.

“I dunno. It’s not like you’re my competition. You’re my friend.”

19:41

-

Anyway, I’m dropping out of school, getting a nose job and moving out to LA.

Gigi types out on their phone, underneath the table at their family’s annual thanksgiving dinner.

19:41

-

Maybe not all at once.

Nicky’s reply comes lightning fast- making Gigi grin.

“Are you seriously getting nudes right now?”, one of their brothers asks, and their mother glares at the both of them over the table.

“I’m getting some new sketches from my atlier in Paris.”, they seethe, glancing back down at the floor. Nicky’s been trying to teach him French, like it’s something that occupies them so that Gigi doesn’t implode; in between sending him links to his favorite shows to watch, and YouTube links to makeup tutorials.

(He still hasn’t figured out if Nicky means it; or if he’s trying to be shady, and just doesn’t know how.)

“Atlier is where you get the clothes made, dumbass. Mom’s sewing room isn’t Paris.”

“Shut up!”

“All of you just stop-”

19:43

-

It’s a hard time in life in general.

Try not to listen so much to those voices in your head.

Nicky’s text pops up with a loud, mechanical pinging noise, three dots still hovering under the message as Gigi forces looks up from the screen and glowers across the table as they reach for more baby carrots.

19:43

-

Make mistakes, but not too many, haha. You’ll figure it out.

If it makes you feel a little bit better, I’m moving to San Fran

19:43

-

What? For real?

Gigi’s nails frantically tap over the screen.

19:45

-

Yes! I bought a ticket.

And my husband called an immigration lawyer, we’re going to get my green card situation set.

“Lawyer-”, Gigi gasps; and their entire family pauses, glancing over the table at them.

“Jesus Christ. You did it, didn’t you? You got arrested your first semester, and you weren’t even gonna tell us-”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, they snap, flipping the bird at their oldest brother.

“Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”

Their whole table erupts in a discussion Gigi can’t pay any attention to.

19:50

-

Cool.

That means I get to see you soon.

It’s gonna be great.

They taps ou, and close the app with a smile.

-

They hadn’t known if Nicky even had a boyfriend, not that it mattered; until it did.

Apparently; he had been married, for almost the whole time they had known each other- a blow Gigi hadn’t quite expected, to leave them as breathless as landing in Los Angeles; the shock not setting in, not in full, anyway- until they are standing in a new apartment, looking down at a menu of instructions on how to set up the wifi in the unit, fingers hovering over everyone in contacts.

They can’t call their mom; not this soon, and their brothers would tell her, and the whole plan would crumble; just like everything had with Nicky; whose calls Gigi had declined for the past solid month; the nights they had spent with their phones propped up behind desks and dressing room mirrors fading into something beyond memory; that they refused to think about any more than they had to, the messages asking if they’re alright answered in curt, short replies.

How could they have been so stupid, thinking that they were talking-talking, teasing that Nicky and they were friends; when Gigi didn’t even know what his real name was.

(Unless it was Nicky?)

Shit.

Gigi waits for their phone to load into the app, and refreshes the friends list a couple of times, until they can see Nicky’s icon at the top, the side of the circle cut through with a little green dot, and taps twice to start a call.

“Hi?”

Nicky’s greeting floats in the air, between a breath and utter silence before Gigi swallows their pride, pressing the phone to the side of their face.

“What do you know about connecting a router to a tower if I live on the…um third floor?”

The line crackles, but soon there’s a tiny, familiar chuckle. “First of all, that is not how you do any of that-”

They talk a little more, every day; in between, Nicky moves to New York and Gigi cuts a tape that they put in the mail with a wink. They’re due for a visit home soon, and carefully proposes- maybe it’s time they meet Nicky. New York isn’t far at all, and a layover would make for a cheaper flight, anyway.

-

Their plans stack up in hours of calls; and Gigi think they’re almost back to normal. Until, three days before the flight is supposed to leave, there’s a call they had forgotten to wait for, and their fingers hover over the message box below Nicky’s name, vibrating with anxiety and excitement all at once.

09:22

-

Hey. I had a family thing come up.

Gigi types, and then erases the text, steeling themselves as they taps out another one that makes a little more sense, and doesn’t seem like such a lie.

09:30

-

I’m so so so so sorry about this

I had some things come up and my trip fell through.

They send this instead, surprised to see Nicky start typing back immediately.

09:35

-

You’re not going to believe this

I have some work things that started recently and so it would have been really shitty to have a guest over now.

09:35

-

No way!

09:37

-

Yeah. :(( But we’re gonna hang out someday, I swear!

09:37

-

Dont worry! You’re definitely gonna see me.

Real real real soon!

-

“-Where do I go?”, Gigi asks, pulling at the bottom hem of the ornate jacket she wore, fiddling with the gold telescope in her hands. The lights behind the set burned brightly, making the thicker bottoms of the outfit feel much warmer than he had remembered them being.

“Go to that green square on the ground, and wait there, when you see the little arrow light up, you can enter the Werk Room and then we’ll have you stop inside, get your opening line, and let you see the other girls.”

“Okay.”

He does as he’s told, prancing in and kicking his boots in front of him as the lights move to capture Gigi’s entrance, his head only snapping to the side when given the signal, so he can see the others who are already crowded around the pink tables he’s only dreamed of seeing for so long.

“Holy Shit…Nicky?!”

In reality; Gigi can see far more of the detail of Nicky’s face; of her eyebrows and carefully painted cheeks and lashes, of all the effort that they had only really talked about, his eternal summer tan and the long fringe of black hair that he’s always nudging across his forehead, or slicked against a beanie, gone behind a platinum blonde veneer that’s so much brighter than Gigi has ever seen. She’s thinner, and taller, careful breaths underneath sequinned shoulder pads, knees knocking together as she gasps.

“Gigi!”

Widow and Crystal glance at each other over the pink table.

“Hold up, you guys know each other?”

In the flesh; Gigi is impossibly small, the sharp angles of her face, and the dark brown hair that sticks up in angles which Nicky traces against the white of his pillows in his bedroom on the screen of his phone in the morning, taped underneath a gold-tipped pirate hat, and lush, wavy curls. She looks like a model on the runways where Nicky used to work; so close to him that he can feel Gigi’s breath on the back of his hand, as he tightens his grip around the epaulets on her shoulder.

“Gigi Goode.”, she repeats, and Gigi giggles a little at that.

“The Nicky Doll.”, she laughs, and her voice sounds so much more solid, than it ever has over every crossed wire.

Gigi’s hand swings, squeezing Nicky’s tightly as they swing around the table; like the others who are there don’t matter at all. She rests her head on Nicky’s padded shoulder, cocking it just slightly, waiting there, as Crystal’s eyes flash at the scene before them.

“…and may the best woman win.”, Gigi whispers, only for Nicky to hear.

[icecoldtwin]

Intro 3 (Feat. PAFK)

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After his shift, when the restaurant was closed, the register was counted, and the doors were locked, Arthur waited for Lucifer outside. When he saw him, he waved him over to his van, unlocking the doors for them both and sitting inside on the driver's side. "Thanks for waiting."

~

Lucifer had done the bare minimum for the rest of the shift, but he’d had given a half-hearted apology to the Peppers before he left, faster than they could question it. Frowning at Arthur, he climbs into the passenger side. "Not like you really gave a choice."

~

"I did. You chose to believe me. Or give me the chance to prove it." Arthur made sure they both buckled, before taking off. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be here."

~

Lucifer scowls but doesn't disagree. He was right after all. He could have just headed to the gas station himself. "Whatever. How do you know it's a ley-line?"

~

"I've mapped the area and studied books." Arthur answered, eyes on the road. "Trying to figure out what was up with that place. That's about as much as I've managed. It leads... it's like a door. And you can go other places if you learn how to go through it right."

~

Lucifer eyes him as he listens, frowning slightly before crossing his arms and staring at the road- but watches him from the corner of his eyes. "....and you think this has something to do with their disappearance?"

~

"....." Arthur swallowed. "I.... yeah. I know it does. I've been through the door. But I know how to get home. They... they don't. But you must've gotten through."

~

Lucifer stays quiet before sighing and scrubbing at his face with a hand. "Alright. Maybe I did. Wouldn't be the strangest thing. What're you gonna do about it?" He didn't want to believe it. Believing meant he had to believe there really was a L...was a him still around somewhere.

~

"Nothing. But you didn't believe that was Lewis. So I'm proving it. It just... might not be the one you were thinking of." His voice grew a little softer. "I'm... sorry. For whatever happened. To put him where you said he was."

~

Lucifer snarls at him with a glare. "I don't need your fucking pity."

~

"Its not pity." Arthur shook his head. "I know what it's like to lose people. And I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

~

Lucifer scowls at him before turning away. ".....yeah well....i dont want your apology. It's not like it'll do anything to help."

~

"Then I formerly rescind my sympathy." Arthur sighed. He took a corner onto an incline.

~

Lucifer shoots him a look and stares before snorting softly, almost a laugh. "....If you know how to go through this doorway, and how to get back....why haven't you gone and gotten them?"

~

"I've been trying to. But the door is like--- the center of a spiderweb. But on steroids. There’s hundreds of paths they could've taken that branch out. And then they could've gone even further. And... I just don't know which route they took. I don't know if they kept going. So... if I found them, I could bring them home. But it's-- a needle in a stack of needles. And some of the needles look just like the ones you’re looking for, but aren’t.”

~

"....And you don't know anyone who could make a like....tracker spell or something? Considering you already seem to know about this sorta stuff."

~

"Nothing that is cross dimensional like that." Arthur shook his head. "By the time I learned enough of this stuff, I'm sure it'd been too late to like-- track them from this starting point anyways." He glanced at Lucifer quickly and then back to the road. "Does this mean you believe me?"

~

"Then figure out how to get it to be cross dimensional sooner. Asks someone." Lucifer says as if it was no brainer before frowning slightly. "....It means it sounds more likely. Don't know if I believe about it being L-....a Lewis."

~

"Yeah. Why didn't I think of that?" Arthur rolled his eyes. He was nearing the station now, and the lights inside looked to be out. There was no one in the parking lot.

Arthur's fingers shifted on the steering wheel. His hair was already starting to stand up this close. "You can believe what you want to. But your loss still does matter, even though my Lewis exists. It still hurts. And sometimes it's hard when you know it's not the person you've known your whole life. Even if they look the same."

~

"You're just too close to the situation. Obviously I'm a new perspective, so of course I have new ideas." Lucifer says as if he was completely serious, smirking lightly.

But he frowns as they get near the station. It was supposed to be 24 hours....why was it closed?

".....that's why you kept giving me looks isn't it? When I showed up at the garage. Why you asked if we had met."

~

Arthur snorted, but his expression didn't stay jovial. He pulled up to the station, into the parking lot and sat, slipping the gearshift so the van was in idle. "Kind of.... I just... Thought you might be another him. Sometimes the others look… different."

~

"....so you've....met a few?" Lucifer says but he doesn't look away from the station in front of them, his eyebrows furrowed.

".......Lewis was....important to me. He....he was basically my other half it felt like at times...I'm not Lewis, not now. He died when we were 11. I wasn't able to save him.....suppose I might as well try and redeem myself by trying to help you save yours." Lucifer says softly before getting out of the van and closing the door just slightly to hard as he moves over to the station.

~

Arthur gets out when he does, frowning, almost scowling at him. "I didn't ask for your help. You don't have to do shit now. I just wanted to make it clear this isn't a fucking trick. What happened to your Lewis is awful. But I'm not asking you to fuckin-- do shit for me. Just-- this is where you can leave if you want to go somewhere else. If you go inside the store part."

~

"Can't exactly leave without my shit from your garage, can I?" Nor could he leave knowing there was A Lewis - yes, not his Lewis but still A Lewis - out there that has a happy and safe life....but was stuck not being able to have that life.

No, he couldn't just leave knowing that. "And who ever said I was fucking doing it for you?" But now that he was here and he was paying attention, knowing what he was looking for...he could definitely feel the ley-line. Feel the utter magic and power condensed into one spot even as it flowed through seeming everywhere and nowhere at once.

~

"Well that'll be done in a few days." Arthur argued, a little heat in his voice. "And I didn't fucking say you were doing it for me-- no no, you're right, I did. But I didn't mean it that way. I just mean. You don't have to fix this for me. It's my fault and I'm gonna make it right. I don't need help from anyone. So just-- here's your door." Arthur shuddered as he got closer to the gas station. "If you want to leave and find some place else, this is how. But now you get it. That Lewis is Lewis. He's just... not the one you remember."

~

Lucifer stares at the gas station silently for a few moments before turning his gaze to watch Arthur, frowning lightly. ".....It doesn't matter if it is your fault or not. I don't care about that shit. But....I get it now. He is....that guy is Lewis. Just....not my Lewis....so I'm going to help try and get him home. Not for you, not for him but...." He trails off as his eyes get pained, staring off at nothing. He may not have said it...but the intent that he wanted to help for his own forever gone Lewis was clear.

~

"....For you?" Arthur asked, voice growing soft as he did. His arms stayed crossed, but he kept his eyes on Lucifer, studying his reaction and a gentler expression. "For... your Lewis?"

~

Lucifer didn't look at him, still seeming to be staring off at nothing - standing tall and proud...but not able to completely hide the pain in his eyes. ".....He didn't get a chance to have what this Lewis has. If I have the chance to make sure L....another Lewis doesn't miss out, I'll take it."

~

"....I guess I can't stop you." Arthur sighed after a moment, looking at his face. "I think wherever he is, Lewis is happy. Since he's with Vivi. But... I think he'd be happier at home. Where he can see his family." Arthur rubbed at his neck. “I’ll take help getting that to happen.”

~

"At least he's not alone..." Lucifer whispers, almost wistfully as he frowns before scowling and shaking his head slightly to knock himself out of it. "With a family like the Peppers, anyone would be happier at home."

~

"Yeah....they're pretty great." Arthur nodded. "Only family I think could compete is Vivi's. But.... yeah." Arthur rubbed at his face. "Come on. I'll take you back to the motel."

~

"Which Vivi is the girlfriend?" Lucifer asks as he sighs before nodding and heading back to the van. "....You said this was your fault. What did you mean?"

~

Arthur nodded at his first question, and swallowed at the second. "I thought you said it didn't matter. Or you didn't care." He slid into the seat and when Lucifer was in and the door was closed, he started to drive them back to Tempo.

~

"Well maybe I changed my mind. Or maybe I'm human and am fucking curious." Lucifer huffs softly, shaking his head. "Excuse me for wanting to understand more now that I know this isn't bullshit."

~

Arthur frowned. "Just-- it was my fault okay? I made choices that lead up to them-- and that's really all there is to it."

~

"....Ok yeah that's bullshit. Dude, you may as well say, maybe there's an answer somewhere in how you did this in how to get them back."

~

"There isn't." Arthur shook his head harder, fingers gripping the wheel in vices. "Look. I was stupid and let them leave me behind and they went missing. And I should've known better. That's it. Nothing about knowing that is gonna bring them back."

~

Lucifer eyes him from the side, humming softy as he stares. He let them leave him? ".....They must be pretty shit friends if they would leave you behind so easily."

~

"They weren't." Arthur said it in a voice that was edged. "They were the best friends you could ever ask for.”

~

".....were?" Lucifer asks with a small hum. He knew he was pushing something and either it would lead to Arthur shutting him out completely or a blow up and well....Lucifer couldn't deny he wanted to make Arthur blow up. He figured he would get a lot more answers that way then this pulling teeth method.

~

"Were- Are. Look-- why do you even care? You said you didn't before, and it's not important to getting them back. I just have to find them that's the big thing." Arthur clenched his jaw and took a turn a little sharp, before sucking in a breath to try and calm himself.

~

Lucifer laughs shortly, rolling his eyes. "I didn't care before because I didn't believe you before. And now I'm curious. Because there's something going on here and it's interesting. Especially considering they 'are' apparently your best friends but they left you behind but they only 'were' your best friends a second ago. Makes it seem like a big ok' clusterfuck has happened with your relationship and I happen to like puzzles. And you, Arthur Kingsmen, are an interesting puzzle."

~

Arthur frowned and looked at him. "I'm not a puzzle. I'm just a person. And it is a big fucking clusterfuck. Real life is complicated and messy and one wrong move can ruin everything. And it's years of bullshit, of knowing each other so it's not just- some easy answer. They are my best friends. They are. But-- it's complicated, too. Too complicated."

~

"Every person is a puzzle. Some are just more interesting than others." Lucifer says with a shrug before humming softly, frowning slightly as he looks out the window. "Really now...years....must be interesting having someone around for all that..." He mumbles, not seeming to realize he actually spoke out loud before shrugging. "Alright, sorry for pushin’ I guess."

~

Arthur softened a little, eyeing him for a beat before returning his gaze to the road. "I know you said you didn't want my sympathy. But it's still there." He was lucky enough to have Lewis for years before the cave. And he had him even some time after that. "And--I'm sorry for snapping. It's just-- not something I want to talk about." He paused for a long moment. "I... I know he's not your Lewis you know. But I could tell you about him. If you want."

~

Lucifer glares at him and growls lightly before crossing his arms and looking away. "....fine. Whatever you want. Not like we have anything better to talk about anyways."

~

"You know you're not obligated." Arthur sighed. "Nevermind. It was probably stupid to ask that." It probably would hurt more to hear what he'd missed out on.

~

"No. No I....tell me. About them both. Just in case I run into them now that I know I'll have to travel to other dimensions to get home."

~

Arthur rubbed at his neck. "...Alright. Well. You already know Lewis was adopted by the Peppers. Since we talked about that. He just-- showed up at their door one night and that was it. Well... they're chefs so Lewis was around food a lot. He really loves spicy things."

Arthur continued speaking, a soft smile on that was nostalgic. "He's also got a huge sweet tooth. Loves him some cake. And milkshakes. Mix sweet and spicy though and he goes wild. He loves these peppers coated in chocolate. Bhut Jolokia. No idea how he manages the stuff." He paused to take a turn.

"I think he wanted to be a chef. But he also thought the supernatural stuff was pretty neat. And Vivi? She's gung ho for the stuff. She's like-- really bright and bubbly and she loves books. She worked at Tome Tomb, but her real passion was a team she made. The Mystery Skulls. She loved finding places that were haunted or might have something supernatural and going there to investigate. She didn't want to hurt anything though. She did when she had to, and she's pretty good at magic stuff and with a bat, but she always went in with the passion for learning instead."

Arthur chuckled. "She's a bit fiery and intense. She was spice. And Lewis loves spicy things. He fell for her super fast when they met. And he's very romantic and passionate. He went so ridiculously overboard for asking her out. Had to clean petals everywhere for weeks after. Still think there's some glitter embedded in some of my shirts from it."

~

Lucifer listens closely but tries to show disinterest, staring out the window with a small frown. It....hurt. To hear how happy this Lewis had it. But it was also nice, in a way. To know that somewhere a Lewis had it better. That he was able to not only survive but live and be happy. "....Sounds like they were a pretty good match. Are a good match, excuse me. At least they aren't alone wherever they are.....so where did you fit into this?"

~

"Oh. Uh." Arthur went straight from a smile to something a little deflated. "Well... I. Kind of do. I helped them meet when Lewis was in high-school. I was friends with both of them. Encouraged them to date when I saw how head over heels they were and got Lewis to do the thing."

~

Lucifer glances at him and hums softly. "....So, the wingman. Gotta admit, everything you say just makes me more and more curious how they left you behind, when it seems like you guys were pretty good friends. Were they just stuck in honeymoon phase?"

~

Arthur swallowed. "Uh.. something like that. Or. That was for a bit. It-- it's complicated. But it's on me. I kind of. Decided to leave them be. To be happy on their own. So it wasn't them doing anything. It was-- yknow. Me. They didn't leave me behind. They just kept walking. And I stopped."

~

"....and they didn't notice? Well...you're gonna get pissy at me again, but sounds like kinda shitty friends." Lucifer says with a small huff, shaking his head. Then again, did he really have any room to talk when he didn't even have friends?

~

Arthur clenched his jaw. "No-- it-- it's complicated. But it's not their fault. They were-- there's a lot of circumstances. It's hard to talk about, okay? But just-- they did everything the best they could. And made a lot of sacrifices for me. I couldn't have asked for better friends."

~

"Not saying that you couldn't have. Or that there isn't lot that I don't understand or anything stupid like that. Just saying, they left you behind and didn't even notice is kind of shitty, even if they themselves aren't. Sorta glad that this Lewis isn't my Lewis now." He knows he doesn't have the full story. That there was so much more to this...but if his Lewis had just left someone behind? Lucifer would be so...disappointed after what they had been through.

~

Arthur's shoulders drew up tight. "Lewis fucking-- he... look- he was hurt bad and it was my fault. He came back but he was-- so he had-- had every right to be upset. And he fucking-- he still forgave me anyways. He's a good person. And what happened after wasn't his fault. It wasn't their fault. I made my choices. I let them move on. They couldn't do anything about it. He is not-- you shouldn't be glad."

~

"So then they didn't leave you behind, you left them." Lucifer says as he stares at Arthur. "You made a choice for them instead of letting them make the choice for themselves."

~

Arthur nodded, keeping his eyes on the road and holding the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. "Yes. I was that asshole. So... it's not their fault."

~

"Never said it made you an asshole, your words not mine." Lucifer rolls his eyes and puts his hands up in surrender before looking out the window again. "...so now you're so hellbent on finding them because you think it's your fault they're missing."

~

Arthur drooped back down. He sighed and nodded. "....Yeah. It was my fault. So I just..... won't feel right. Not until they're back home." He rubbed at his cheek tiredly, pulling into the motel lot.

~

"…Did you tell them to go there? Did you know it was a doorway to get lost through and tell them to check it out? To you specifically choose this one time to not join them, knowing they were going there? If not..." Lucifer gets out of the van and turns to face him with a look. "Then it's not your fault." And he closes the door.

~

Arthur looked ready to argue, but the door closed when his mouth opened, he stared at Lucifer through the glass of the passenger window, frowning harder at him and then just shaking his head.

~

Lucifer grins when he sees he cut off Arthur from speaking and nods before pulling a face at him - sticking out his tongue and pulling down an eyelid childishly - before heading for the motel.

~

Arthur was still a little annoyed, but he almost laughed, seeing it. The reaction felt so-- he didn't know. Normal? Silly? It got to him. He shook his head and pulled out to head home.

~

Lucifer wait until Arthur's van was out of sight, watching it leave before humming lightly and curving to walk around the outside of the motel and heading for the woods. He didn't even want to bother pretending to walk to a room he didn't rent, not with his mind buzzing of everything he learned today.

[blaizeofglory]

The Big Trip

In an AU where Peter still has EDITH, but Tony is alive.

"Mr. Parker"

"Yes, EDITH?"

"Are you sure about this trip?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He had never weighted the possibilities, never thought camping could go so... weirdly. But here he was, packing for a trip, grabbing everything he needed. It was almost christmas time. That's the first weird thing. Who goes camping during Christmas time. It was only the 19th, but still, they would be gone for four whole days, coming back a day before Christmas Eve.

"You don't know what will happen. The probability that something will happen is at its highest of 100%. Your Aunt May made a packing list, too. Would you like me to read it off?"

"One last time couldn't hurt." As EDITH started reading everything off, Peter replied with 'Check' and the occasional 'Wait, I need that?' After he had everything and went over the list one last time, he was sure he was ready for this trip.

The car ride to school was filled with 'I'll miss you's and 'Dont have too much fun's. Even if he didn't show it, he didn't like having to sleep so closely next to Flash. Who knew? One night he could wake up on the pond, or worse, in a tree!

As they arrived at school, the clock struck 5 A.M. The crack of dawn had struck and it was showing on everyone's faces. Mr. Harrington was bright eyed and bushy tailed, though. Worry had struck everyones faces when he said,"Now where did I put that map... I always lose that thing..."

The bus left at 6 A.M., but Mr. H wanted to give his normal, hour long," What are we not gonna do? Lose another kid!" And... well, he did. And the bus driver were deciding whether or not to leave without him.

As the students boarded the bus, the bus driver groaned about how they brought open food and such on the bus, yelling,"If you spill anything on this bus, I'll make my wrath worse than the chitauri's when they came to New York."

Flash, of course, decided it was a great opportunity to yell back,"Hey, why are you wearing aviators when it's not even sunny out?"

"Do you want me to come back there?" The old man turned and yelled in reply.

"Alright, kids, settle down. We've got a four hour ride ahead of us and we cant make our nice bus driver already not want to drive us!" Mr. H trembled.

Flash mumbled some thing under his breath, but was too busy looking at Peter's pants to continue, instead saying,"Hey Parker, nice Hello Kitty pants." Peter, of course, found this as a perfect opportunity, too.

"Well at least I'm not wearing a Gabba Gabba shirt." He had peered a few minutes ago through Flash's jacket to see the shirt. Now, he was trying his hardest to cover it up.

"You're gonna pay for that peter..." he mumbled again.

The next four hours were torture, but Ned and Peter survived. As they arrived at their campsite (more like open woods), Mr. Harrington put Peter, Ned, MJ, and Flash on Tent Duty.

While wearing the EDITH glasses, Peter had known exactly how much pressure he was applying to the poles, but didn't realise that as soon as he took the glasses off, he added too much pressure to the tent pole and...

*Snap*

"How did you mess that up Parker? You ought to be lucky. I brought a bunch of extra poles, in case Mr. Harrington broke a few more this year." Flash was right. Last year, Mr. H broke so many poles, it wasn't even funny... well... it WAS funny, but they promised not to laugh.

Peter, making the correct choice, put back on the glasses and let EDITH measure how much pressure he added to the poles once more, but as soon as he started sweating, he took them off once more and...

*Snap*

"Again? Really Parker?"

This happened about two more times before...

"PARKER! I SWEAR, IF YOU BREAK ONE MORE, ILL BREAK YOU" It didn't look like Flash was kidding, either.

This last one, it was perfect. Slid right into the other pole, no problem.

"Well, there's an hour's work." Ned exclaimed, looking at the huge tent that was displayed. Everyone got one per four people. Seeing as only 12 people, teacher included, came along, it didn't seem half bad. Even if Peter had to sleep in the same tent as Flash. MJ and the other 3 girls got a tent, a few stray boys got their tent, Mr. Harrington got his own tent, and Peter, Ned, and Flash got their's.

Mr. H came out of his poorly set up tent, exclaiming,"Bug spray, everyone! Wouldn't want anyone to scar from bites!" He looked slightly worried, but continued on," MJ, come on, let's get you sprayed" As everyone got their bug spray on, Peter stood quietly with Ned, waiting for their turn. Peter knew, in his mind, something bad was going to happen. Lucky, there was a long nearby in case he spontaneously combusted.

"Ned, come on over! No need to stand so far away, you too, Peter!" Mr. H called over to the pair. Ned strutted over while Peter was hesitant.

"OK Ned, you first." Mr. Harrington sprayed the bug spray onto Ned, some flying into Peter's face, making him cough. "Smells bad, I know. Well, dont worry, Pete, it's your turn!" Peter walked over, outstretched his arms and waited. Mr. Harrington shook the container violently as Peter sat there, T-Posing.

"Mr. Harrington?"

"Annnnd... got it! Let's go!" He started spraying the bottle. As soon as the spray hit Peter's arm, his skin turned bright red and hives began to form. "Wha-?" Mr. H started.

"OH MY GOD, HOW EXPIRED IS THAT?" Peter shrieked in pain,"MY GOD, THAT BURNS." He took a leap of faith into the pond, screaming.

After drying off and a call to Aunt May, Peter was all good to keep going. Even with hives on his body, he could still have fun.. even if... he wanted.. to itch... the hives... so... badly... But none the less! He must carry on!

"Well, after that disaster, we have now learned that Mr. Parker here is allergic to bug spray! Maybe we can try and enjoy our lunch. It is..." He looked at his watch,"12:27! We're going to have some walking tacos! Sounds great, right?" Everyone nodded in agreement, as they were starving.

Lunch and the afternoon flew by like a rocket aimed at a bus full of teens on a trip to see landmarks and soon it was time to sleep. Peter and Ned had noticed a small trail of spiders following them, but paid no mind. MJ and Flash however, nothing can get past them.

"What's that, dickwad?" Flash smacked Peter across the head as he pointed towards the spiders.

"Ow.. it's nothing, they probably just like the smell of the bug spray." Peter replied.

"Are you sure?" MJ chimed in.

"Pete said it's fine, so its fine. It's time to go into your tent and sleep. Okay?" Ned jumped in. Both muttered 'okay' and walked towards their tents in shame. As Peter and Ned walked back to their tents, the small army of spiders followed. Although Peter was Spiderman, he was deathly afraid of the things.

Night passed and Peter hadn't slept a bit, with the spiders climbing all over his face, resting like a cat right then and there, and waking up to jump from him, to Ned, to Flash, and then back. Plus he was frozen to the core every few minutes, he would grab a new sweatshirt and bundle up.

Ned woke up to see a tired Peter looking like a huge marshmallow, but a living ice cube.

Morning came and went almost the same as the day before, without the allergic reaction.

Mr. Harrington noticed a hot springs on the opposite side of their camping site and decided that everyone should go swimming! Splendid idea. After everyone got changed into their suit, Peter, although he had a perfect body, felt uncomfortable. As soon as he walked out of his tent, MJ wouldn't stop gasping and staring. They clambered into the springs, yelling for others to get out of the way. All the girls were interested in Petey Boy and all the guys were interested in the girls.

Except for Mr. Harrington, he tried, he really did, to keep his eyes off of Peter, but... who could resist such perfect abs?

The day then went on without a hitch and they all went to bed. But... Flash had other ideas.

He gathered up all of the boys, excluding Ned and Peter, and picked up Peter's blow up bed, sending it off on it's own journey into the pond.

Peter woke up to Ned yelling for Mr. Harrington, saying Peter is missing. At that moment, he was fully awake, and screaming. In fact, this scared him so much that he jumped off the mat and onto a tree.

Which was difficult to explain to Flash.

Who had seen the entire (not really, but he insists that he did) thing.

But, who cares! He's got an extra mattress and all ne needed to do was figure out a way down from this very high, very unstable tree.

The process of getting Peter down from that tree required 4 threats from Mr. H, many concerned students, 2 calls to the fire department (one making the call, the other canceling it) and a partridge in a pear tree.

Mr. Harrington was on his last straw with Peter. One last thing went wrong and they were ending the trip early.

But, the only thing that went wrong was on the last day after everything was packed up and on the bus.

"Okay, guys, since you all have no reason or proof that I can get me fired, I have decided to reward you all! Since we are only having lunch together and you'll be home for dinner, I have brought, drum roll please!" Silence,"Okay.. CANDY CANES!" Peter and Ned exchange 'The Look'.

"Okay, everyone, grab a max of 2!"

"I'll only have one Mr. Harrington, thanks though." Peter said.

"That's fine with me! How about you, Ned?"

"I'll take one, too."

"Great! Okay, guys, let's eat on the bus to save time!"

As everyone got onto the bus, they all started unwrapping their candy canes, except Peter.

He waited until about two hours into the trip to eat his candy cane.

Ned, sitting beside him, told him he should wait until he's home, so he can experiment. But, hey, go with the flow, man.

As Peter put the candy cane in his mouth, it started to burn, worse than the bug spray. He decided that the best option was to stay quiet and silently chew on the candy cane.

That was not the best option.

He started to cough, badly. Peter caught Ned's and Mr. Harrington's attention, who told the bus driver to stop and got up, helping Peter off the bus to spit out the peppermint cane and get water.

After that, everything else was fine.

They got to the school and Aunt May was standing with Tony Stark and a shiny car.

"So! How was your field trip?" Tony asked Peter and Ned as soon as the got into the car.

"It was so awesome!" Replied Peter

"Dude, you had two allergic reactions, had spiders up your arms the whole time, woke up one morning in a tree, broke a tent, and almost went into hibernation. It was not awesome." Ned sourly responded. In the background, you could hear Aunt May snickering.

Thanks for reading! And thanks @becausewhyknotme @agentpeggybarnes @ilovetomatoes3000 @night0seven for the inspiration!

[osamuniichann]

Map of the Soul: 7

After a ~315 day drought without new music and a comeback from the legends, we are finally back with MOTS: 7! It been a hot minute since ive done a album review (solely for myself LMAO) so lets get back into it bc this album is a home run

Interlude: Shadow. Here we have the extended version of the interlude. can i just say that the lyrics to this masterpiece are so real and true. its not suga speaking nor is it agust d, this is min yoongi speaking of his internal conflict with the celebrity life, which is heartbreaking. on another note, the visuals of the mv are stunning and the ending--dont u just wanna go apeshit??? truly a great addition to the album!

Black Swan. sister black swan has been with us for a month-ish now? it still bumps. HARD. i blasted this to and from my drive to work to the point where i was scared if id get sick of the song but that didnt happen. the way how its hard to pinpoint when and where a member would sing/rap because they INTENTIONALLY wanted the voices to blend as if they were one body. this is the group’s narrative on how no matter how passionate one is on a certain craft, when they lose that drive, its like a death. and it is up to themselves to spark that love and interest once again. a very relatable story across various media, talents, skills, etc.

Filter. When I first heard that this was a jimin solo showcasing the many sides of Jimin, i thought that it was going to be a sad ballad to kind of follow the theme mots: 7 seemed to give off; thought that it would talk about how he has to force personas onto himself to appeal to the masses, but it is the complete opposite. Jimin is all the faces he puts on, he can be cute, sweet, and caring Jimin but he is also a sexy, flirty young man that can attract any living being. how he switches from falsettos to a lower register voice is beyond me, what a versatile one he is! <3

My Time. Moving onto jungkook’s solo, I knew the lyrics were going to be sad especially when it seems to compare himself to others his age. How he speaks about how fast time runs for him, how his childhood and current life is not of the average 22 year old (LIKE UM HERE I AM, SAME AGE AS JUNGKOOK AND IM NORMAL AF while he’s out here breaking records?? WOW). but the life of jungoo can be a bit overwhelming, completely understandable. I just want our boi JK to know that he can be himself and live freely despite such different circumstances. On another note, the groove of this track is so GOOD. it reminds me of Ari and ugh i LIVE for this jam

Louder Than Bombs. When the track started, I could totally tell Troye Sivan helped produce it, it has such a unique sound that only Troye would use. It sounds like this song would totally be on a movie soundtrack IDK WHY. like, i can picture it during an apocalypse movie sldkjg im not completely sure what the meaning is to the song (bc im big stupid) but i feel like its a track saying that no matter the struggles, they will continue to sing confidently, strongly, and wholly to us endlessly. beautiful, just beautiful.

ON. Moving on to the title track of MOTS: 7! I’m very picky about strong anthem-type songs but ON is actually p addicting HAHA There’s a background sound that repeats in the back that sounds like Sans from Undertale, aint that wild LMAO but anyways, the Manifesto Film was crazy good. The drums, the band, the breakdown of it all? UNBELIEVABLE. Also, JK’s vocals during the bridge? H O W. That breakdown tho...oof, that was amazing. They still dance with the thirst that rookie bts would and i think thats why ppl are so drawn to them no matter how many years pass. Fun fact: the choreographer of ON as well as Dionysus actually is from my city in Hawaii and we went to the same high school THATS WILD. the talent she holds!

UGH! Rap line ATE this shit, are we KIDDING. An ode to all the hate comments that we receive, u can see how fed up they are. They made POINTS and we all agree, its the damn law. The way how they opened up with a gunshot, we knew it was coming. Everyone joked about how we bout to hear some gunshots on this album, well they threw ALL of it on this track. Can i just say that Hobi’s verse tho? it hits different, it really do. When they went “ahem, ahem. ahem, ahem-ahem, YOUR AHEM. AHEM-AHEM--” OOOOOUGH i felt that shit!! god, imagine this in concert...the building aint ready!

0:00 (Zero O’ clock). Now we have the vocal line track, we knew they were bout to present some vocals. Great sound, slow and reflecting. Not the first track I’d listen to but it is a great listen. The lyrics tho get to me. The way how they comfort us and say that life can be rough but you can be happy. no matter what happens, with the turning of the clock to 0:00, its a brand new day and we can make the day better. what a powerful message that all of us need to hear once in a while. we will be happy guys, we deserve to be.

Inner Child. Tae’s solo which is a message to his young self. I expected a slow ballad filled with his warm vocals reminiscent of Winter Bear, 4 o’ clock, and Scenery but boi was I wrong. He has this sunset glow voice that wraps u so warmly and the sound is just so happy, pure, and innocent. Its a hopeful message to his younger self on how we will change and be the amazing person we want to or will be. I was sobbing at this song, I tell u. It was 2:00 am in the morning and I was sobbing into my pillow. Imagine comforting your past self that everything will be okay and to take ur hand, it will be all worth it in the end. When he sang “ur my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy!” Ugh...the tears!

Friends. When I heard this was a vmin duet expressing their friendship with each other, I knew it was going to be so emotional! I didn’t expect such a fun, poppy sound tho. They truly are soulmates, the love they have for each other is so wholesome and real, it truly exhibits the love I have for my friends--they’ve been with me through thick and thin, during happy and sad times; the amounts of serotonin they give me is just HHHH. The way how Tae and Jimin have been friends since high school until now is just ugh...we love it. Towards the end when they started singing “you are my soulmate!” towards each other, i started sobbing so hard because WOW. the shivers i felt, this song made me so happy and full! 

Moon. Next we have Jin’s solo which is an ode to us army’s. And on another perspective, this is a song from the moon (jin) to the Earth (army)--i have tears in my eyes. The lyrics especially got me in a chokehold and made me sob, the way how he says that he will always be by our side no matter what, the same way how we are there for him...god. The chorus really gets to me, it feels so happy and thankful and I just want to tell Jin that I will forever follow him and the boys. They’ve been with me for years now and I will continue to support, love, and listen to them. Ily to the moon and back, our moon.

Respect. I didn’t expect a Namgi duet but HERE WE ARE. Goddd when i heard that i was SO EXCITE. They’ve known each other for +10 years now and they never miss the chance to tell everyone that they’ve been friends for that long. Not @ how they disliked each other at first but grew to be so mf close, to the point where their family. Ughhh, im so uwu rn. Im so happy, so so happy that Nams started it with AYO SUGA; i SCREAMED. Also, i heard that they recorded it in one take and i could see how much fun they had--especially considering that their rap styles are completely different. Even tho in the song they joke about not knowing what the word Respect means, we know...we just KNOW the high amounts of respect they have for each other. As they mentioned before, Yoon’s respects towards Nams’ leadership and care towards everyone and Nams’ respect towards Yoon’s love and passion for music and producing. Peak comedy is Yoongs overloading on autotune during his parts to the point where its intentional. Bless Namgi.

We are Bulletproof: The Eternal. I felt like a CLOWN when this track started. Like everyone, i thought we were going to have a third installment similar to that of the strong, hip-hop, gunshot-filled part 1 and 2 of we are bulletproof, but we were met with soft vocals and rap. The lyrics tho get to me. This truly was a song about their entire journey and i felt like I experienced all years with them. They’ve been through so much and the way how they sang “we are we are together/forever bulletproof!” They are proud of where they came from and it has stuck with them till now. They are such real people...i cry. ALSO the “We were only seven, but we have you all now.” Whenever i see pictures of their debut fanmeets/concerts vs now its just crazy. imagine singing as an entire being during concerts when they start “OOOOH OH OHH” im so immensely proud of the feats they’ve reached and im excited on what they do next! <3

Outro: Ego. The way how he started it with the fitness gram pacer test just like in previous albums, ugh what a throwback! this song is such a Hobi track, its fun, dance-inducing and its just so FEEL GOOD. the way how he switches flows and is capable of doing so is *chef’s kiss* the way how he speaks about the path he takes is difficult but he doesnt regret it...SOBS also the mv??? UGH SO CUTE. the flashbacks too;; i cry

ON (feat. Sia). With this track, there’s not much extra I can say, all my opinions still stand with the original track wit ot7. I jokingly told my friend that if Sia is gonna be on the track “hey nanana’ing” the same why Halsey was only “oh my my my’ing” i will ctfu. and...welp, that was what happened. I do love Sia tho so props to her!

Overall: I initially thought that MOTS: 7 was going to be a dark, ballad-filled album but it was anything but. It had so much fun songs, the lyrics are again, so deep and meaningful--it pulls at your heartstrings. It felt so raw, personal, emotional, and i love it in all its being. The boys will continue to amaze me no matter what they put out and i forever and endlessly will support and love them the same way they do for us. MOTS: 7 is a masterpiece and im in love