#balthastarr

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road trips with @balthastarr 🥺🥺???

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EVIL BRATT......... car carified balthazar bratt for @balthastarr !!🎤⭐

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happy first day of fall!! been writing a monster AU with @balthastarr and @drucriminal.... here's werewolf hicks

also it's monday so here's the team:

original

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carsverse bratt for @balthastarr, take two!! let it be known that there apparently is an official balthazar bratt car design that i only just discovered about a week ago.

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he heard it was a little bratt's birthday today!!!!! @balthastarr

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@balthastarr said:

" hey, chick. i have a gift for you, hold out your hand. "

His keen alarm bells are ringing. THINGS. Chick likes things. But this is BRATT. Bratt is not to be trusted. Still, the allure of THINGS. Chick slowly holds out his hand, retracts it, then holds it out again.

"OKAY, OKAY... you're not trying to pull one over on me, right?"

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bratt's taken on the role of the easter bunny this year, which means there's a raw egg "hidden" on murphy's driving seat

(from @balthastarr i just don't feel like logging in)

Chick is not oblivious to eggs; he's had at least dozen chocolate ones today. He found them easily because they were in a plastic carton and set out on the counter by someone else, and they were his because he found them. That's how this egg-hunting thing works. But he's already been satisfied by that dozen and isn't particularly thinking about them in this moment, when he sits down, hears a crack, and assumes it's a joint. Today all is well in Chick Hicks Studios for the host whilst everyone else is feeling that the name is a little on the nose.

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@balthastarr / GET SNIFFED

Chick doesn't have the modesty to admit surprise. Whatever villain-101 handbook everyone else worked out of was beyond him because at this point he'd just been willing to overlook Bratt's reputation purely out of desperation. Now, his face twists up at the betrayal and he's forced to shove himself between the other man and an overexcited two-ton beast that has its quarry standing just a few feet away.

"You DITCHED me back there," Chick's voice grinds. "Bad move, dude. Thankfully, I got a friggin'— bloodhound for a car. You seein' this thing?"

In the same breath the said vehicle's engine upticks excitedly — its grille shoved close to the ground and nosing at Bratt's feet, and Chick watches on for a few moments before he shakes away the befuddlement from his head to focus on the more pressing matter. He cradles his helmet under an arm as the other one flies out to point at Bratt.

"YOU OWE ME, BRATT. I'm not about to take all the heat for you and come out with nothing to show for it. Put up with enough of that crap in the Piston Cup..."