GO PICO, GO!

canon divergent pico from fnf / penned by bo

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what circus did you come from, huh? "pico" a stage name or something?

i came from your moms room, actually. and it's not pico. it's "dad".

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hi! I caught the c0vid but I'm back now!

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GIRL, INTERRUPTED (1999) dir. James Mangold

Where are you going? I’m talking to you. You don’t like me anymore? ‘Cause you’re free? You think you’re free? I’m free! You don’t know what freedom is! I’m free! I can breathe! And you… you’re gonna go choke on your average fucking mediocre life. You know, there are too many buttons in the world. There’s too many buttons, and they’re just… There’s way too many just begging to be pressed. They’re just begging to be pressed! You know? They’re just– they’re just begging to be pressed. And it makes me wonder. You know, it really makes me fucking wonder… Why doesn’t anybody ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn’t anybody reach in and rip out the truth, and tell me that I’m a fucking whore and that my parents wish I were dead?

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I was also forced mobile bound so I'm so sorry for the uncut posts I have no clue how to do that

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@daddy-devilish liked for a starter!

if theres one thing pico hates more then the (ex-boyfriend) rapper he lost to a couple hours ago, is a mark on his steller reputation. his hands are clenched tight at his sides, stomping through the alleys like some big red gorilla.

who coulda guessed that trying to kill someone you had emotional ties to would be difficult? the thought makes pico grind his teeth so hard it hurts. this was the end of this, he'll make sure of that

he waits outside the studio. just waiting. not that he's to scared to go in, no. it's going to be a lot of bullshit, and he's gotta prep his speech after all.

few more seconds for drama and.... pico pulls open the studio doors, frustration melting off his face.

"hey, hey, old man dearest! daddy d! hey, can I call ya by your full name? I want us to be those kinda business partners ya know?" pico eases himself into a veil that's more comfortable. a wild grin on his face with a wild glint in his eyes to boot. hands are shoved into his pockets, followed by a shrug.

"listen, I got some news for ya..."

[daddy-devilish]

𓏶✧♫✧♪ || At first he didn't even turn around... He was on a phone call, but the minute they busted in with that tone saying those words he hung up without a word. The hair that definitely isn't his horns was starting to raise and sharpen an inch or two higher on his head as he slowly pulls the phone from his pointed ear, his grip so tight it took discipline not to crack the screen ( again ). He looks over his shoulder. " YOU... Pico... can call me Mr. Dearest unless what I'm about to hear is the shocking news of just how MUCH lead you could fit into that boy's corpse. "

Even saying those words of all things, he still sounded like a father scolding a kid. It was a tone he rarely didn't have, the way his every inclination oozed patriarch. Unorthodox one as he may be. Finally, he does turn to them fully, arms crossing, burning hot eyes of red and pure impatience glaring at the ginger. As if just the sight of their less than victorious demeanor agitated him, he narrows his eyes. They don't even have to say it, he can tell. But he's going to make them anyways.

" ...What. Happened? "

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yeesh! tough crowd. pico bites back a scoff, managing a scowl instead. talk of the mans hopes on how that rap battle should have gone only further cements the burning anger in picos stomach. its corrosive, acidic feelings that make him want to scream. he bites it back, with a grin.

"now, you're gonna laugh..." the start of all bad news but pico didnt see it as much. their explanation comes with wild gestures, erratic movements and pacing around the room to exurbate some sort of point.

"there we was, boss! me and him face to face! had a couple songs prepped just for the occasion too, ya know! I had him on the ropes, my gun pointed right betwixt his eye holes!" pico whips the uzi out, lazily shrugging with it.

"and then just when I had my shot-" pico hesitates, grimacing. "- the fuckin' thing jams on me."

it's the story they're sticking to.

"it was a complete shitfest! i dunno, think he musta did somethin' when I wasn't lookin...." pico pauses, clasping his hands together. he was trying his best to give daddy dearest an ounce of respect, really. the last thing they needed was another bone to pick. the next words come with a growl in his throat, unable to keep back his frustrations much longer.

"but... if ya give me another chance, I swear nothin' like that will happen again."

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Things My Muse Doesn’t Want to Hear or Talk About…

Ask on or off anon!

[ ANSWER ] + A possibly intrusive question

[ REAL ] + Tell my muse a harsh reality

[ LIE ] + Tell my muse a harmful lie (and they won’t know that you’re lying)

[ CONFESS ] + Try getting my muse to confess something, be it as extreme as a crime or as small as a crush or a white lie

[ PERSON ] + Tell them something about a person they value

[ VALUES ] + Berate my muse’s values and morals and see their reaction

[ DARE ] + Give my muse a tricky truth or dare to get them to do or answer something

[ RATHER ] + Make them choose between two options (In a Would You Rather? fashion)

[ TRINKET ] + Ask my muse to explain a trinket or object they value

[toadmemes]

euphoria dialogue prompts ,

“i put up a good fight, but i lost.”

“you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate?”

“how do you decide who you wanna hook up with?”

“this is why the world keeps getting worse.”

“everyone knows who I am.”

“you think ‘cause i went to rehab i stayed clean?”

“i hate seeing you sit in the chair my dad sat in.”

“everybody gets their feelings hurt.”

“i thought that i was doing what was best for everybody.”

“at some point, you have to make a choice about who you are and what you want.”

“kissing is worse. it’s so much more intimate.”

“the world went quiet, and i felt safe in my own head.”

“go fuck yourself.”

“i know nothing about you.”

“it’s about putting your all into everything you do.”

“say what you want about christians, at least they believe in forgiveness.”

“forgiveness is the key to change.”

“it’s not a relapse if it’s warranted. it’s a hall pass.”

“maybe people are nostalgic about high school 'cause it’s, like, the last time in their life that they get to dream.”

“you are a part of me I will never understand.”

“when you’ve let someone down again and again, i think it’s fair to lose a little faith.”

“it’s one thing to dislike your parents, it’s not like you have a choice. but if you dislike your kid, well, that’s sort of your fault.”

“what are you, like, fucking tony montana?”

“the problem with hating yourself is you can’t really talk about it.”

“should I be concerned?”

“now you got a whole bunch of people running around who don’t give a fuck about redemption.”

“if you tell me what drugs you’re doing, i’ll tell you what drugs i’m doing.”

“you just can’t be mad at me for wanting you to be okay.”

“selfishly, i hope you stay.”

“you may have won the game, but you lost control of the team.”

“i don’t want to be that old guy that gives you advice, but i look at you and i think there are two versions of how your life can go.”

“sometimes two people in the universe who aren’t meant for each other find each other.”

“i just wanted to dream about it for a minute.”

“the farther you go, the sharper their blade.”

“it was like there was no more air left in the world And i was gasping, and i was panicking.”

“i think i’m going to do everything in my power for at least, like the next three years, not to fall in love.”

“they don’t actually want a person, they want something they can own and possess.”

“i kind of feel closer to you than i do anyone in the world.”

“i’ve got an idea.”

“some people need to get their feelings hurt sometimes.”

“reducing someone’s life to a moment, an ugly moment, and punishing them for it? that’s what cops do. it’s actually what everyone does.”

“i fucking hate this town.”

“i definitely haven’t reached my full power.”

“i’m extremely confused.”

“when you hate your brain and your body, it’s hard to enjoy the rest.”

“i wasn’t going to stop until I got the truth.”

“i don’t know what type of fucked up shit you got going inside your head.”

“when you’re younger, everything feels so permanent.”

“i feel like you ruined me forever.”

“why do you look like that?”

“i’m envious of your generation, you know.”

“what do you think this is, the eighties? catch a dick.”

“do you think this stuff affects them? even if they don’t know it?

“most of the time, i really hate the way you make me feel.”

“i It’s funny how I used to think we were meant for each other.”

“nudes are the currency of love.”

“i love the theater.”

“first of all, ew. second of all, ew.”

“i just hope it didn’t teach you the wrong lesson.”

“i want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don’t even ask.”

“i’m not saying i’m gonna have a baby.”

“i’m a rogue, i march to the beat of my own drum.”

“just don’t ever give them an opening.”

“this shit is hard and confusing.”

“you fell in love with someone who spent years making fun of you. it’s sad.”

“you did this to me!”

“the last thing you need is to feel worse because you’re not feeling something you’re supposed to feel.”

“do you wish i was different?”

“you’ve got to believe in the poetry because everything else in your life will fail you. even yourself.”

“real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you’d rather die than be apart.”

“plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting, and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with.”

“i don’t know how to help.”

“you’re never really emotionally prepared for someone to leave you.”

“i feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it.”

“you’re my new favourite person.”

“your whole fucking life’s a secret.”

“they’re basically the most wonderful fucking person on the planet.”

“i guess i just wanted to hurt you as much as i imagined you’d hurt me.”

“i mean, i’m all good with drugs until guns start coming out.”

“the universe is just out here giving like zero fucks.”

“no room for heteronormativity in here.”

“what’s a bigger feeling than love?”

“listen to yourself. it’s fucking exhausting.”

“i know this isn’t going to end well.”

“i ruined my entire life for you.”

“you do what feels good to you.”

“you know what? fuck it. fuck it, i’m going to the police.”

“i feel like high school is super fucking suffocating.”

“the thing about confidence is no one knows if it’s real or not.”

“this is the feeling i have been searching for my entire life, for as long as i could remember.”

“you do what feels good to you.”

“every time i feel good, i think it’ll last forever, but it doesn’t.”

“open the door!”

“i know over the years you’ve lost some brain cells.”

“you guys don’t care as much about the rules.”

“you look like a cat coughed your ass up.”

“as you get older, you begin to realize nothing is permanent and everyone you love can drift away.”

“the more you move up in the world, the more enemies you make.”

“is one of us gonna get hurt?”

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@daddy-devilish liked for a starter!

if theres one thing pico hates more then the (ex-boyfriend) rapper he lost to a couple hours ago, is a mark on his steller reputation. his hands are clenched tight at his sides, stomping through the alleys like some big red gorilla.

who coulda guessed that trying to kill someone you had emotional ties to would be difficult? the thought makes pico grind his teeth so hard it hurts. this was the end of this, he'll make sure of that

he waits outside the studio. just waiting. not that he's to scared to go in, no. it's going to be a lot of bullshit, and he's gotta prep his speech after all.

few more seconds for drama and.... pico pulls open the studio doors, frustration melting off his face.

"hey, hey, old man dearest! daddy d! hey, can I call ya by your full name? I want us to be those kinda business partners ya know?" pico eases himself into a veil that's more comfortable. a wild grin on his face with a wild glint in his eyes to boot. hands are shoved into his pockets, followed by a shrug.

"listen, I got some news for ya..."

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@nephilae liked for a starter!

"how the hell did you get in here." is the first thing pico greets dante with. the sun peeks through his blinds on the early morning, and pico was an early riser.

what should have been his morning scotch, is nothing more then his kitchen about to be raided. irritation furrows his brow, but he's not at his very "best" yet.

"get out."

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“ babygirl, youre totally sooooo hot- and i think we should like- kiss or something....let me back into your apartment” — @funkydotcom

sorry cam, that doors locked shut. in fact, you can hear the bolt lock for good measure.

"gonna take more then that to get me to let ya back in here! try somethin' useful! like money!"

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Surprise Party with Pico (BLMMED)

It was easy to be obnoxious the moment the clock ticked into the early hours of July 1 about it being his ‘birth month’. Texting friends (and ex) about his month and expecting royal treatment. Then it got harder with each day. Especially with long shifts at work, music, and social obligations. It was his little brother’s birthday too, so he had to plan for that. 

By the time July 15th rolled around, he’d stopped bringing it up. The birthday boy was swindled into working a closing shift and only now was getting home, about an hour before midnight. Thoughts of his special day were far away in favor of sweet, sweet unconsciousness. It didn’t help that he hadn’t slept much the day before, deciding to forgo healthier habits so he could party.

Dragging his feet up the cement steps to his apartment, he fumbled with keys in the dark. The front door unlocked with a click and Keith went in, shutting and locking it before tossing his stuff onto the kitchen counter on the way to his room.

Falling face first onto wrinkled covers, not bothering to change, he kicked off his shoes and let his sprawled body sink into the mattress. Sounds of the city lulled, passing cars and distant idle chatter of friends not ready to turn in just yet. He was in a deep sleep by the time an intruder slinked in through the living room window and made it into his bedside.

Rough hands grab his arms, causing black eyes instantly snap open. Adrenaline surges through his system. His elbow jabbed back into a firm stomach, teeth baring in the dark within intentions of biting. It’s stopped when his vision’s blocked out and tape secured over his mouth. Could this happen on a DIFFERENT night, maybe? He’s soon bound up and hoisted like a sack, slung over someone’s shoulder.

      Okay but like, go off king/queen/royalty? Work out much? Sheeeesh.

Was he scared? Sure. Somewhere in his foggy, sleepy brain was a rational fear of the unknown. But this was Keith. He was inconvenienced. Another stroke of bad luck to add to the list. No way he planned on crying like a little bitch. A muffled ‘fuck you’ was distorted by the tape but he said it with enough venom that it transcended language. The rapper wriggled and squirmed the entire time he was carried until being tossed into - let him guess - a white van. Willing to bet his remaining kidney on it. SO ORIGINAL. Spite and pettiness kept the fear at bay. 

During the drive, he worked on trying to free himself from his binds. Damn this bitch was a boy scout or something, these knots were tight. He knew not to trust those guys. Who willingly went into the forest? For badges? No way, Jose. Crazy shit was definitely going down in them woods.

After a short drive the car stopped and he found himself being carried again and plopped down in a chair.

      Then … nothing.

A long, drawn out pause of inaction. He could still hear the sounds of the city so their little trip around the block hadn’t been long enough to get outside the limits.

With flourish, the hood is pulled off and the tape is ripped away from his mouth. He hissed in pain at the adhesive burn and shook his head, eyes squinting to adjust to the change in lighting. Brain going a mile a minute, he did mental gymnastics and stuck a landing after jumping to conclusions.

“Listen, Felicia. I know I said I’m into anything and to surprise me but this is a bit much. You’re beefier than I remember. You been working out? Also I gave y’my number like, 2 months ago. God damn–”

    Blink blink blink.

Blurry vision focused on familiar scenery. Wait a second. He knew where he was. Pico’s apartment. Immediate, and temporary, relief flooded his systems. His shoulders visibly laxed. Okay, so this wasn’t that freaky lady he ran into at the dollar store.

    Surprise.

Hooded eyes narrowed at the gruff voice, swiftly whipping around to face his ‘kidnapper’.  “Yeah, I’m real surprised. And pissed. What the fuck, dude? We don’t even have a safe word.” That last bit was sarcasm… haha, unless? No but seriously, if he didn’t toss in some kind of humor then his anger would take the reins. The impromptu comic relief was for himself as much as it was for Pico’s sake.

Birthday celebrations were the furthest thing from his thoughts. “Miss me that bad you decide to rent a van and kidnap me? Most people nowadays just text. A ‘you up’ woulda worked.” His arms jerked forward, still trying to free his wrists.  Annoyance dragged across his face when all he got for his efforts were the beginning stages of rope burn.  Ugh. What’d he spend like 20 minutes watching ‘TroomTroom Kidnapping Life Hacks’ for if it didn’t even work IRL? Never getting that half hour of his life back now.

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keiths reaction immediately causes an uproar of laughter. so hard in fact, pico uses the arm of his couch to keep him up.

"ha, look at your face! you should have seen yourself, ya were sooooo fuckin' shocked man!" he wipes away a tear. man, this was so worth it. possible witnesses be damned. a few more throaty chuckles before pico pulls himself back, towards the TV stand.

"eh, who needs a safe word? we are all about that spontaneous life baby." on the stand, theres a pocket knife waiting for him. he twirls it in his hand as he turns back around. he watches keith struggle with the ropes for a minute, leaning on back and enjoying keiths frustration.

"aw, c'mon. ain't you the littlest bit flattered? I don't do this to just anyone ya know." pico keeps stalling, waiting just that much longer to cut him free, aa if in deep thought. finally, pico moves from with two quick cuts, Keith's free to do what he pleases. pico backs off with a frown.

"I come see ya first on your birthday and that's how ya treat me, huh? next year I'll just write ya a fuckin' card."

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this date. july 16. it's been on his mind since july started, though he had hid it well. tonight, he just couldn't go home yet. pico waits in an alley close by, his watch counts down the minutes until 12 AM. as soon as the clock changes, picos neutral frown twists into a feral grin.

planning went into this. he watched keiths schedule. the time he would come home, when his neighbors would be gone. all of it for a very special occasion. entering the house is the easy part. slipping in through a window to the living room like hes done a million times before. part of him wants to take in the scene but he can't. the bedroom is just a little more down the hall, and pico takes strides to get there. and once hes in, hes quick to the attack.

a short struggle, but pico was expecting that. blocking keiths vision first and foremost, then wrestling with the rest. unfortunately for keith, pico was bigger and NOT dealing with a rude awakening. tape on the mouth is the cherry on top then picos good to go.

leaving is not as easy. pico makes sure the coast is clear before he takes his passenger with him. carrying keith over his shoulder out the same window then down the same alley where he parked the van ( not his own; just borrowed from a friend! ). keith is unceremoniously tossed in the back before the doors shut. hey, least it's roomie.

the drive wasn't too long. pico parks just outside his house then brings keith in with him, still yet to remove anything. he plops keith down on the chair he had set in the middle of the living room.

picos still smiling. it never left his face since this all began. he let's the air run tense for a little while longer, thinking of all the terrible things he could do right now.

but he does none. though roughly, the hood is taken off followed by the tape over keiths mouth.

"surprise!"

@beep-bo-bop

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@velvrose liked for a starter

".... you must got me confused for the wrong guy." pico lies with ease. if only he was as good a thief as he was a liar. for in picos hand, is darnells wallet. a bead of sweat can be seen forming on picos brow.

shit. just his luck. darnell was the very last person he wanted to see since it's been... awhile.

his free hand darts to the holster of his gun. not removing the uzi just yet. maybe he can just scare him away and this awkward conversation can just disappear like everything else from pico's past.

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sighs.... pico is so handsome....

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guys keiths bday is tomorrow this is not a drill

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anyway a starter call? :flushed: