TAZ Dashboard Simulator 2 (Part 1)
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be back soon 💋 im gonna go fight this guy for my relic
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Ubmrella
#girl help #im trapped
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In your orbit!
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Round 4: Semi-Finals
Jeff Angel Propaganda:
from @.ango-mcdango: I <3 JEFF ANGEL HE’S SO COOL AND HE ALWAYS CALLS HIS DAD
Jess the Beheader Propaganda:
from @.bagnus-murnsides: jess literally has a dope ass axe
#jess sweep
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Your captain looks gnc as fuck
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YOU'RE INSANE
#Thank you very much!
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You Don’t Need All of Your Blood; Here’s Why
The Director doesn’t want you to know this…
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cannonball system liveblog
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ball
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#babe we gotta get you a fidget toy or something #clearly you're getting bored at work
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lucretia was 18 when the ipre mission left??!? she should've been at the club!!
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oh trust me one of the planes we went to was a giant disco and lucy was freakin it sensitive style day and night
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real footage of lucretia at the club ↑↑
#I'm actually going to kill both of you #mutuals #queue never know what you'll find #reblogs
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is magnus burnsides gay??
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why would you ask us, a caleb cleveland blog, this
#neverwinter heritage posts
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i loev my beaugifyl wife so muchnohmygod
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where is smy wife i wanst to see herh
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hiiiiiiiidjiiii omg shge. is here :D
#apologies guys we hung out with pan and she got FUCKED up #you know how poker nights get #wife tag
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people who actually like bugs are absolute freaks
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wrong! spider attack
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#sent to me
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🌈 lucretiaadventurezone
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ID: Two digital drawings of Avi and Johann over a beige background. In the first version, Johann wraps his arms around Avi’s neck; Avi’s hands are around Johann’s back. They look off to the left, with open smiles and amused looks. In the second version, they are in the same pose, but kissing each other with closed eyes and small hearts above them. Avi is a tall, Inuk human man with brown skin and shoulder-length, dark hair tied into a ponytail. Avi has traditional tunniit, one long line across his nose and three smaller lines under the corner of his lips. He’s wearing a blue Bureau parka with white fluffy trim, brown pants and boots. Johann is a shorter, dark-skinned, Black half-elf man with shoulder-length, curly black hair. He’s wearing a feathered cap, a small, pink cape over a dark purple vest, striped purple flare pants, and dark dress shoes. End ID.
gay love and smooches are REAL for johavi!!
thank you so much to @mcnuggyy for drawing them so gorgeously for me!! please go check them out 💖
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TAZ NC: Forget
Avi’s memory fails for the first time.
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you can also read this on ao3 <3
my first fic for @taznovembercelebration. twirls hair. I’m most likely gonna be veryyyy inconsistent (aiming for Sunday, Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays but no prommy) and very likely gonna be pretty johavi centric so well theres that. but it’s okay it’s gonna be very fun yayy!!! yippeee! Enjoy 💖💖💖
Memory falters on the third anniversary of the Day of Story and Song.
Avi’s memory was far, far too good on the first anniversary. Every single memory seemed to plague his mind that first night, his voice stuck in the cracks of his broken heart that no amount of drink could fill. The second anniversary went much, much better, as Magnus dragged him out of the house to enjoy the musical festivities celebrated all in Johann’s— his Johann’s— honour.
When the third anniversary comes around, Avi’s in his home, but there is no drink in sight. The living room window is open, sunbeams and symphonies from a nearby celebration fill the house with music and life. Avi hums along to every note, all of it memorized so deeply he’s convinced that each piece has been etched into his soul. Avi sits down on his chair closest to the window and lets his eyes rest. The afternoon festivals tend to be a little too happy than what Avi is ready for, so instead he waits by the window, listening to the sounds of bards trying their best to match Johann’s greatness.
Avi’s hums verberate in his chest. He follows along with one piece, the closest to him, and matches along with every note possible. This piece, oh how popular it’s gotten, is one that Johann had written after Magic Brian had died. The rumours surrounding the piece have been strange, and it was one of the first things to make him laugh in his first year of depression.
“…Can you believe they think it’s some secret love song you had for him?” Avi whispers. To nobody, to somebody, but not to everybody. “It’s a little funny, honestly. I’m not mad. You’ve written plenty enough cheesy love songs for him that I can actually make fun of you for. No need to make up another one.”
It’s kind of an embarrassing habit, Avi knows. Gods forbid anyone, especially Magnus, heard that he still falls into this little spell of talking to a lover who’s no longer here. Avi wouldn’t hear the end of it. That’s why he reserves it for quiet days like these. Alone and loving.
Avi strains his ears and listens. One, two, three… there! “Hah. They always fail on that one, you know? Yeah, you probably know. You probably get pissed about it all the time up there. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to show off all the time, even in your intimate compositions.” It’s a silly jab, he knows that Johann wasn’t necessarily showing off. He was just that good, in private and in public. There was no need to pretend he wasn’t.
Still, Avi loves to poke fun at him and the performers. That connection, however frail, is easy and hard to forget. I mean, come on, it’s impossible to forget their banter from back then. It’s Avi’s own little form of song, something so unique to them that he remembers it like the back of his hand. Johann says something serious, Avi teases something about the way it was said or why Johann said it, and Johann would quip back.
Avi tries to imagine what Johann would say in response.
Not my fault they can’t reach my fucking level.
Wow. That sounds… weirdly mean. No, no, Johann wasn’t that rude. How silly.
I wasn’t showing off, dude. And it was barely intimate.
Ugh, no. Johann didn’t sound like that. He didn’t sound like that at all. Did he?
Avi feels his heart pound in his chest.
Hah, right. I think it cements my place as the best violinist ever. These guys can’t match my level if they tried,
That felt more right, but the voice in his head didn’t match. Johann’s voice was deeper than that? But, no, it wasn’t too deep. And it couldn’t have been that monotone, right?
Avi’s eyes open and he straightens up on his seat. The music from the outside world becomes loud, far too loud, and suddenly he doesn’t want to hear it. He can’t hear it. How could he stand to hear it, when he’s struggling to hear his boyfriend’s voice clear in his mind? Why couldn’t he remember what Johann really sounded like?
Avi. His own name. Avi would remember what Johann saying his name would sound like, right? Avi, Avi, Avi, Johann would always say his name like that, under his breath, like it’s the most important word in the world. Avi imagines it in his head, and he thinks that’s it. That’s Johann’s voice. No need to worry, he’s still there. Avi hasn’t forgotten Johann.
…but the inkling of doubt clouds Avi’s mind like a familiar static.
Avi stumbles out of his chair. He reaches and shuts the window closed again, and suddenly, the thought of ever opening them makes him feel sick. Avi casts away any thoughts of music or festivities and he tries to focus only on Johann, Johann, Johann as his hands search his living room. His brain scrambles to pick up each and every memory of Johann, searching deep for the memory of voice. Yet every memory sounds slightly different. Some sound completely stranger to him. Some sound almost like a parody of what Johann must have sounded like.
Avi opens the junk drawer of a console table. His hand dives into the garbage of years well-lived until his fingers grasp a smooth, round object. He picks it up with trembling hands. Shortly after the Day of Story and Song, Lucas Miller had created small copies of a device that recorded the knowledge sent out by the Voidfish. Including the bard’s final inspiration.
He had sworn off of using it during that second year, after he listened to it nonstop during his first year of pain. Avi wonders how terrible of a mistake he has made. Avi clicks the button right in the middle and his pounding heartbeat roars in his ears so loud that he worries he won’t hear Johann’s words. But they shine through. They always do.
“You’re going to have to fight. And… you’re gonna win!” Johann’s voice pierces through the silent room. Avi’s breath hitches in his throat. He has a low voice, as Avi remembered, but has it always been as deep as that? His voice is passionate, as all were on that fateful day, but even then his distinctive flat tone gives him away. The voice is so familiar, yet jarringly surprising to hear.
How could Avi forget Johann’s voice?
“Oh, Johann,” Avi cracks. Tears swell up in his eyes with no second to recuperate. He presses the button once again, and he listens to Johann’s voice. His heart aches to remember every single little inflection in every syllable, every tone, until Avi could never forget it again. How could he forget it? When all that Johann ever asked for was to be remembered, his boyfriend can’t even fulfill that only three fucking years later—
Avi pulls the device to his chest and sobs. “Johann,” Avi cries out. Repeating his name and pressing that button over and over and over and over again. Until it drowns out any piece of music in remembrance of Johann that plays outside. Until memory falters, and an obsession relapses.
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