2 or 21 with taakitz? pls and thank u!!!
“I think we should cancel the gig, I don’t remember how to play,” Taako whines from his place melted on the floor in front of the fan. His shirt, which was already too short, and also says crab rangoon slut in sparkly fuschia Curlz MT font, flops up, giving Kravitz an eyeful he’s burning trying not to react to. Every time the fan rotates, it blows a little further.
“It’ll be fine, and we’ll get paid,” Kravitz says, instead of I notice you changed your nipple piercing jewlery and I’d like to see what it tastes like, if you don’t mind.
“But at what cost,” Taako gripes.
“The price,” Magnus provides cheerfully, bursting into their private moment like the motherfucking koolaid man.
“The price of admission,” Merle adds, like that’s anything. He is, as always, right behind Magnus, and also wearing a stupid tshirt (“SUCCULENT BOD”, handlettered and decorated with dozens of little plants). Kravitz wonders, not for the first time, how he let himself hitch his wagon to this fucking circus train.
“Anyway,” Kravitz says. “We ought to practice, so we don’t flop out there and stink like dead fish.”
“I’m gonna stink regardless if I don’t stop sweating,” Taako moans. “I cna’t do it. I’m not a solid anymore.”
“Liquids can play the keyboard, probably,” Kravitz valiantly charges on. With Taako, you have to humor him to a certain degree, or he won’t even give you the time of day. But also you can only take some of his bullshit, and if you take too much of it, he loses any and all respect for you. It’s a delicate balance. Fucking circus train. Kravitz feels like he’s wearing the sparkly leotard in front of the tigers and everything. Shame he’s so into Taako, or he’d just go do something easier. Also he loves the band, but shut up.
“Nobody wants wet keys, my man.” Magnus shakes his head.
“Tell that to Florida,” Merle muses.
Everyone else boos.
“Why don’t you try, just a little, and then we can go get ice cream before the gig?” Kravitz asks. “Because if you can’t. I’m going to quit, and become a solo artist and be able to stop taking my blood pressure medication, because of all the stress you fools put me through.”
“Said like he thinks he’s not also a fool,” Merle stage whispers to Magnus, who nods solemnly.
“I want bubblegum ice cream,” Magnus says though. “So get off your ass, Taako.”
“If I die about this, you’ll all be sorry,” Taako moans, but he does peel himself off the floor and mope over to the keyboard. Kravitz takes up his bass guitar, and Merle sits at the drums, and Magnus connects his amp. “Fucking, ugh, an’ a one, an’ a two,”
“And a skiddly, idly, oo,” Merle jokes, but they start–
And it’s horrible. Taako bangs rudely on the keys, which immediately fucks everyone up, and Kravitz tries to save it but is torn between laughing and ringing his boyfriend’s neck, and it spirals from there.
“Like this?” Taako asks, over the bullshit garbage heap of a tune they’re butchering, playing his keyboard horribly, comically wrong. He’d probably have an easier time trying to use his butt cheeks.
“No,” Kravitz barely manages with a straight face. “I’m afraid that’s not what we’re looking for, and you’re fired, goodnight.”
“THANK GOD,” Taako says. “I’m going home. Music is dead to me.”
“Iiiiice cream,” Merle tempts.
Taako pouts.
“With sprinkles?” Magnus adds.
“And maybe a cold shower?” Kravitz smiles at him, letting the implication float through the air on radio waves, and not having to say, out loud, between the other two chucklefucks, that he would in fact like to join Taako in that shower.
Taako pouts harder.
“Fine,” he says. “But if any of you make me stick around to sign shit in fucking ninety-eight degrees, I’m ritually sacrificing a fan and we’re going to be on true crime podcasts for decades.”
“Goddamn,” Kravitz says. “Anything but that.”
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You saying that Yves is a expy of Leveret is so interesting because the way I see them, while their appearances and some of their mannerisms and styles are similar, I find their personalities kind of different (I know we only have one part of Bunny but still)
For example, I find that Leveret isn’t as tactful as Yves, like when he blurted out the readers name without them telling him what their name was, something that I can’t imagine Yves doing with the amount of preparations he does. I also get the vibe that Leveret may be way more spontaneous with touch and affection as compared to Yves always needing things to be on a schedule and at a given time.
Like I dunno, Leveret kind of has that bunny on the outside vibe where he’s super cute and nice on the outside but is probably twisted and dark on the inside, while Yves kind of has this lithe perniciousness about him on the get go and only shows his softer more vulnerable side to the reader as they get further in their relationship.
I guess I find them as direct inverses of each other in a way instead of derivatives, but what do I know I’m just a reader 😭. Ending my TED talk 🫡. Thank you for the wonderful OCs btw!
Ough shit i really left Leveret in thw box to rot 😭 i actually forgot his name frick
All i remembered was that he is fruity as fuck and downs mimosas like a champ, and has like similar appearances and a stalkerish weirdo
Like i guess how i saw Leveret and Yves is that they're the same text, different font, Leveret is Curlz Mt while Yves is Monotype Corvisa
Spoilarzz for Leveret/Bunny ahead and tw for sexual abuse mentions
Ur rite they're inverses now that i reread my fics, and my drafts too, so Leveret is originally supposed to be this loudmouth self serving horny rapist motherfucker who gets pussy or dick drunk off reader, Yves is the reserved, sober, prude and #selfsacrifice4love type
If u put them in a room together and close the door, one of them will be vaporized
If it's quiet, Yves wins. If you hear whining and complaining, Leveret wins. The loser will be reduced into a smashed patty with gore splattered on the walls n ceiling
They do NOT like each other. Yves especially hating him way more than Leveret hates him. Well damn the list of people yves likes is shorter than an electron omg its just you on it
But yves is still a derivative because he is a recycled and furbished version of Leveret, like he seems completely different but Leveret was the blueprint
Holy shit anon i appreciate ur analysis tho love these so much zamn , it gives me enrichment in my enclosure and activate my neurons
Glad u lov my copium laced ocs, thanks 4 reading ❤️
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