lito has been outed to the world and is so scared and vulnerable it hurts, kala has conflicted emotions for rajan and wolfgang and doesn’t know what to do, will is loosing his mind to whispers, sun is still in prison, nomi is a fugitive, riley is worried about will and his well being, wolfgang thinks he is bad and shouldn’t be with kala (the only one who sees the good in him besides his best friend, friend who was shot and beaten up because of him) and capheus seems to be starting to lose his optimism. jonas is nowhere to be seen.
hernando and amanita would go to the end of the world for their loved ones even if that means suffering along the way.
to everyone that’s spending christmas with their abuser/s and has to pretend that nothing’s wrong: you are not alone. what you’ve been through is valid and the fact that you can force yourself to be civil to your abuser/s doesn’t change that. one day you will spend christmas with people who truly love you and who deserve your love. until then please know that all my love goes to you
if there’s one think I’m v happy about in 2016 it’s having discovered tfc, I never expected to fall so deep into those books and for the characters but i just.love them.so much. ♥♥♥ (They deserve the nicest christmas)
Criminals of the FAHC’s caliber hardly need tangible christmas presents - when you spend all year taking whatever you want whenever you want it the idea of requesting something then patiently waiting around to see if someone else steals it for you seems utterly laughable. That said, the Fake’s have their own take on Kris Kringle; they all draw a name out of a box, and on Christmas they deliver that person a head.
Not always a literal head mind, they aren’t actually all bloodthirsty enough to want to deal with decapitated parts, and Geoff swears he’s going to kill the next person who leaves corpses around the penthouse, but vengeance on a platter is the name of the game.
It might come in the form of the bank details of a sworn enemy, or the keys to their shiny prize car. It might be the disappearance of a problem or the unwilling reapperace of someone who owed a debt, might be the news that that one annoying gang has been run out of the city or a video presentation of CCTV footage displaying the moment a particularly aggravating detective got his comeuppance. It all depends on who is doing the giving; the more technically inclined go for digital displays, the smooth-talkers cheat and swindle, the bruisers break, maim and murder and Geoff overcompensates.
There are many strengths in the greater FAHC but they are all, to a fault, showboaters of the highest order and the Christmas bonanza is their biggest chance to show off. The Kris Kringle was born as a way to give gifts their crewmates would actually enjoy but over the years it has devolved, like most anything the Fake’s are involved with, into a glorified pissing contest. A talent show as much as an exchange of gifts, everyone competing to come up with the best present of the year, the most impressive undertaking, the most appreciative recipient.
For citizens of Los Santos the period running up to Christmas is basically a hellscape, members of the FAHC running around on a a dozen different completely bizarre missions, serious and driven in a way that comes only with fierce competition. For any enemies of the crew the period running up to Christmas is more or less open season, the possibility of attack as high as it is unpredictable, standard revenge tactics abandoned in favour of elaborate plans and ingenious traps. For the FAHC the period running up to Christmas is the most high stress, hectic, entertaining internal arms race of the year, rife with secrets, subterfuge, red herrings and, invariably, at least one headless corpse.