#Bolt V. Addison

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❝ Bolt’s in the place, hiiyah !! ❞

Have a Bolt V. Addison !!

A Yellow Addison x Spamton kiddo ;w;

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✧ Credits !!

Addisons and Spamton belongs to - Deltarune!

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✧ Info !!

- 17 years old !!

- Loves dogs, never actually saw one.

- Pants was made by Blue Addi :3

- Loves gold !! Favourite colour ever !!1?

- Has two different eye colours :3

- Stutters a lot.

[pondslime]

Curious as to what you’ve said “haha what if I jokingly shipped them/headcanoned this ironically” about……… please do tell. If u are so inclined 👀 (but no pressure ofc 💜)

uh OH!!!!!!!

under the CUT bc a bitch sure can TALK

SHIPS:

gonna start off w/chainshipping. NOT bc I started shipping them as a joke. bc no. I've been deathly serious about them from the JUMP. tragically!!

but chainshipping...............in the context of this stupid ass princess bride au. it WAS a joke. it was a fun time. it was playing dolls ALONE in my ROOM.

and now................I'm actually thinking I'm gonna publish it for other ppl to potentially read & suffer thru.

ACE. I made a lil fic graphic the other day:

.....................it's so Over.

(knives out/the menu) I SAW THIS GIFSET and now I'm a marta/margot truther. they're dating. in my head. I cannot shake this. it's canon to me. I never crosspollinate characters from vastly separate media!!! except I do. in this case.

(saw ii) amanda/addison/laura!! I have an unfinished wip in my drafts for them. that I luv v much. it's a kinda-dreary/kinda-warm n cozy/kinda-contemplative/VERY gay lil piece.

bc what if they all made it out of the nerve gas house together?? and what if they holed up in a dumpy lil apartment?? the medicine cabinet is full of nail polish and makeup that laura steals from riteaid. addison is constantly unclogging the shitty fuckin tub. amanda has a drawer full of knives in the bedroom. the front door is firmly bolted but that's never enough. so, they sleep in shifts. laura sandwiched in the middle. and they argue and scrape by. eat takeout and kiss. none of them are normal.

I'll finish it eventually gdhfshgfhdsghfds

HEADCANONS:

(midnight mass) father paul in the vw bug on his way 2 abercrombie & fitch. to buy skinny jeans w/the church credit card. re: my deranged tags on this gifset.

this is SO canon to me. as far as I'm concerned, it was featured in the show. it wasn't. but it was.

(saw) strahm having played baseball in his youth.

this is all bc I stumbled upon the knowledge that scott patterson actually did play baseball in his 20's.

and he looked rather scrumdiddlyumptious while doing so. my bread and butter is research born from [insert whorism here].

this hc was further exacerbated & cemented by one of many unhinged late night convos w/@visceravalentines about the guyfreaks. we're both v convinced @ this point that strahm has a baseball-related old sports injury. it occasionally flares up when he shoots. definitely had to go to work-mandated PT bc of a particularly bad reaction to recoil once. and he hated every second of it.

additionally, strahm being a u2/goo goo doll fan. he just IS. to me.

(house of wax) litcherally ANYTHING I have EVER said on here about the sinclair's. especially boseph. y'all should've locked me up & thrown away the key YEARS ago. using this post as an example.

^ ofc, these are just the thangs currently @ the top of my mind. like bubbles on top of a carbonated drink. if u dive into that glass..............well. radiation. poisoning.

[professorspork]

today in the Andromeda Galaxy, GLITCHES TRIED TO KILL ME BUT I MADE IT WORK. or, well. Helen made it work, actually, and I was very grateful. (Elaaden, what do you have against my triangle button working? and wtf was that Nomad bug where suddenly I could see through time and the world contracted and my hair turned white????)

anyway.

this morning I joked to Helen that I was feeling very “I love all of my crew equally”/“I don’t care for Cora” so today I made a concerted effort to get to know her better--and tried a few Nomad combos where she wouldn’t sound like the fun police. (turns out, she and Vetra get along great! and also when I put her with Peebee she gets very self-conscious about how she’s totes not appropriating asari culture and it’s v embarrassing. on the OTHER hand, she makes fun of Peebee for peeping on Jaal and like, again, wtf, let me have my ot3.)

I started out finishing up that Morda drive core mission that glitched, and of course I gave the krogan the drive core in exchange for the outpost because I LOVE KROGAN and also RYDER LOVES OUTPOSTS. win/win tbh. but honestly the best part was getting to pick the dialogue option talking to Addison “fuck Tann” and Ryder actually getting to say fuck! it’s the little things.

after closing out Elaaden I decided to try and finish up a few errand-y missions like scanning plants, etc. in doing so, I got to play soccer with my very best friend Liam which was a heartwarming lot of fun, and fought TWO architects because just one was not enough. Peebee’s ex stole our beloved Proof Of Concept (I know the bot is called Poc, but honestly I think full-naming it is much cuter) and I was all “of course I’m gonna help you we’re in this together” which threw Peebee off her game because she’s still thrown every time someone cares about her. I AM, AGAIN, CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, GENUINELY SAD I’M GOING TO HAVE TO CHOOSE AMONG ROMANCE OPTIONS. this experience could not be more different from the main trilogy, where I romanced Liara out of a sense of obligation/curiosity faaaaaar more than any genuine interest or investment, and wasn’t tempted* to deviate from that by anyone else along the way. there are a thousand mechanical reasons why I think romance works much, much better in Andromeda than it ever did in the main series--among them the very pointed focus on found family throughout, the more nuanced ability to craft a unique Ryder by doing away with paragon/renegade and instead having the more robust conversation trees, and the overworld chatting on the Nomad giving EVERYONE the amount of personality off the bat that my OG crew had to like bite and claw for for two and a half games-- but like. I’m not gonna lie a big part of it is just that I just think more of these people are more interesting as potential partners. I THINK I AM AN ANDROMEDA GIRL. 

* well that’s a lie I would have romanced Tali in a heartbeat if I weren’t playing fem!Shep and that was illegal. and I’ll probably romance Sam Traynor after that. so. it’s not a total bust.

but I digress. 

saved that scientist’s baby on Voeld, and afterwards had my first ACTUAL, HUMAN conversation with Addison about--shockingly--the nature of friendship. I was genuinely surprised and pleased! look at us go! I also did some spying for that STG agent, and got the world’s most badly delivered “gee, are you really going to believe that old coot?” speech out of my main suspect, which was hilariously insulting.

and then, partly due to Helen’s advice and partly because, again, today was Learn To Appreciate Cora Day, I finished out her loyalty mission! I was shocked to find Sarissa alive after all the build-up-- I was certain that after that long a drum roll for how key she’d be in the Initiative’s growth that we’d find her mega-dead-- but as Helen pointed out to me, the trope is Don’t Meet Your Heroes, not Your Hero Is Probably Dead, Actually. her whole “be calm, soldier” routine @ Vedaria was kind of grating in the moment but is very cute after the fact, so fine. the whole muted sounds and gravity tricks of that final fight were super fun, even though I did accidentally jump into space once or twice. the big biotics lightshow was v impressive, but after I took a pretty hardline stance on Sarissa: come clean and shut up, and you’re fired. I did get a little offended when the asari captain was like “you could have killed us all, it was only dumb luck that Ryder found us” bc EXCUSE ME, SOME OF IT WAS DUMB SKILL, but still. it was good to get that all settled, and very good to hear Cora say what was immediately obvious to everyone but her, which is that her compulsion towards mentors and plans would have made her a poor Pathfinder but makes her a perfect XO. 

then I hit level 50 and spent a lot of time upgrading my gear, and like-- a kind god would have put the loadout console next to R&D and the buy/sell screen so I wouldn’t have to run up and down the Tempest corridor like an idiot. but whatever. Baby’s Fourth Beam Gun TM (an Avenger with a beam emitter) is working out splendidly, I’m slicing and dicing with my asari sword, and I’ve just put seeking plasma bolts on my Eagle which delights me. still shopping around for my ideal sniper before I commit but we’re getting there! 

then I went to start the new planet, but then realized Ark Natanus was right there, and ended up backtracking twice. First I ran back to the Nexus thinking there’d be another fun homecoming cut scene for the asari like there’d been for the salarians that I didn’t want to muddy with adding turians, too, only that didn’t happen. boo! I did remember to check on my mom, tho, so that was nice and emotional. then I went back to Netanus to start that up, only to realize I was wearing a very ugly and entirely face-obscuring helmet-- and once it was clear the entirety of the mission was going to be me emoting at Rix, I restarted the mission with a different armor loudout. yes, I am that vain, but only because opportunities for mlm/wlw solidarity are rare in this game (Gil’s been quiet lately, lol) and Rix deserved my best. though after doing all this, I am wondering: why do all the SAMs have different voices? surely making even one AI as smart and unique as SAM is difficult; then making each Ark’s SAM unique feels like an unnecessary burden? but whatever.

H-whateverthefuck is by far my favorite planet to Nomad around on. I’ve been complaining about the lack of low gravity mechanics since the Mako in ME1 (WE WENT TO THE MOON, THE LITERAL MOON, OUR MOON, AND NOT EVEN THAT HAD LOW GRAVITY?) and so this felt like pure vindication. (also, in general but very aggressively NOT for this planet because of the radiation, shout out to the Nomad for letting me get out no matter how poorly or vertically it’s parked, because lord knows I glitched the Mako many times trying to pause and get out in ‘impossible’ places the Nomad handles with ease.) anyway. the concept of a broken-up planet is terrifying, and the reality of it was eerie as all get-out. what neat execution!

and speaking of a neat execution, I’m so relieved going with the interrupt and firing at Meriwether while she held Sid worked, because I was again legit scared I might get Sid killed. as you’ll recall re: my Jaal loyalty mission, that’s the second time I was genuinely quite nervous there would be real consequences to screwing this up! I give the game a lot of credit for building a world where it feels like I really could screw up that badly. I’m very proud/fond of Sid, and the whole security camera mechanic was delightful-- a more fun version of the kind of stuff KOTOR always made me do. back on the Tempest, I decided to flirt with Vetra while the flirting’s still good, but tbh her flirt option (“I care about Sid bc I care about you”) wasn’t even all that romantically valanced, if you ask me! but also I love that Sid’s idea of justice is fast-tracking having cats in Heleus. 

phew! with so many big things now out of the way, I’m not sure how much dithering I can/should do before continuing with the main mission. but that’s a decision for future me.

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Adore, Adore ; Part 1 [Reader x 10K]

uh this is my first [insert] x reader so this is gonna be really awkward and i plan 2 make this a series?? idk. this is like,, when red and 5k find the group n stuff but like not at the end of s3 if u know what i mean?? like,,, ughauea??? but its like 10k and red r dating and u start getting jealous and stuff and after spending a bunch of time with 10k he grows feeling for u, v cheesy sos if there r errors lmao

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The sun beamed on your face, causing you to pant like a dog and shield your face with your arm. You hadn’t ate or drank anything in almost two days, which was a long time for you. You found a cabin in the middle of the woods, looking untouched. Without a second thought, you ran towards the cabin with delight, finally happy to find some shelter. You peeped through the window, your right hand on the handle of your revolver. You sighed, walking towards the door and knocking. Knocking? You thought. This was the apocalypse. Who knocks anymore? You placed your left hand on the door knob, inhaling as you turned it. Surprisingly, the door was locked. You whined, stomping your feet as tears formed in your eyes. A great idea popped into your head, as you looked down at the welcome mat under your feet. You grinned, stepping off of the mat and pulling it, hearing the jingle of keys when the mat moved.

“Yes!” You squealed, a rush of happiness coursing through your body as you picked up the keys and unlocked the door.

As you walked in, you saw a sign to the side of the door which said; ’REMOVE YOUR SHOES. MAHALO.’ . You smiled, running a hand through your [H/C] hair. “Don’t mind if I do,” You spoke, sliding off your shoes and exploring the house. You saw the kitchen a few ways in front of the door, sprinting inside the second you noticed it. You opened the cabinet, noticing the place was fully stocked, untouched. You grabbed a can of beans, rushing through the drawers to find a can opener. You opened the can, eating the beans and letting out a content sigh. You removed your backpack from your shoulder, zipping it open and throwing the can opener in side as well as all the food and water you could manage to fit inside. You zipped the backpack closed, walking out of the kitchen and walking up the stairs. You walked into the master bedroom, which had a wondrous view of the forest and the setting sun. You looked through the drawers, finding cleans clothes. After taking a bath for the first time in almost months, you changed into more comfortable clothes. The clothes you wore were more comfortable than cute, and smelt like roses. You wore baggy blue pants, and a white t-shirt. You threw yourself onto the bed, burying yourself under the cold covers as you quickly drifted to sleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night, thinking you heard voices from downstairs. You first went into the bathroom, seeing the clothes you wore before taking a bath still cleansing in the water. You sighed, grabbing your revolver from the drawer and creeping down the stairs. You held your gun close to your face, not breathing as you saw a tall, skinny figure in the kitchen. You didn’t see his face, since it was late. You pointed your gun at him, speaking up. It was your first time encountering another human being in months.

“Come h-here, now. Don’t try anything, got it?”

You yelled, your finger twitching to pull the trigger. The figure jumped, dropping a can of beans as they turned to you. They held their hands up, walking towards you. You blinked, trying to get a glimpse of their face in the dark. The first thing you saw was beautiful, blue eyes. They knew you were distracted, and grabbed both of your wrists and pushed you to the wall. You grunted, your head hitting the wall and leaving a mark you’ll definitely feel tomorrow. You kicked their shin, moving your legs around and kicking their knee, as well. They stumbled back, cursing under their breath as they felt their knee. You jumped onto the figure, pinning them to the ground as you sat on their chest. You pulled out a knife they had in their pocket and placed it to their throat. You blinked multiple times, getting used to the light in your face.

“Get off of him before you get killed.”

Your ears twitched, looking towards the light, you were pushed off of the figure, who stood up. As he stood in the light, you noticed his pale skin, black hair, and pretty much all of his clothes were black. And, the large rifle he kept on his back. You thought you recognized him, though you couldn’t place your figure on who he was. Another being walked into the light, who was wearing all red and had a black side ponytail. After she entered the picture, everything went black.

You woke up in a moving vehicle, seeing a little boy going through your stuff and your head of the lap of the man you tried to kill earlier. You yelled, sitting up and wrapping your hands around the man’s neck. You hissed, trying to choke him as he shoved you off, gasping for air. You hit your head on the seat in front of you, screaming as you felt the back of your head.

“Could you keep it down back there?!”

Someone yelled from the drivers seat. You crawled over the little boy who was currently going through your backpack, opened the door, grabbing your pack and rolling out of the moving car. You panted, closing your bag and watching the car stop. You saw a tall, sender asian girl get out from the passenger seat and a black woman coming out from the drivers seat, as well as the two boys in the back. You threw your pack over your shoulder and bolted down the road, hearing footsteps not too far behind you. You were tackled to the ground by the black woman as you panted.

“Why are you running from us, sweetheart?”

“Who the hell are you people?!” You spat.

“Warren, don’t hurt her.” The asian woman spoke up.

“She hurt 10K, of course I’m gonna beat her ass.”

The sun beat down on you as you looked up at the woman, ‘Warren’.

“You’re lucky that Sun Mei is here.” She spoke, grabbing you by your white t-shirt and pushing you down. You hit your head on the concrete, rubbing your hurt and cursing. Sun Mei walked to you, crouching down and examining your head.

“How’d this happen?”

“This asshole,” You began, pointing to the tall man. “Pushed me into the wall. I hit my head pretty hard.”

“10K?”

“What kind of name is 10K?” You asked, sitting up. Sun Mei stood up, grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

“Not exactly sure myself. Never asked.” She whispered.

“Maybe, since you know us, will you get in the car with us?” Sun Mei asked. Another car stopped behind you and the group of people from the car. They stepped out, seeing an old man, a girl with red hair, and a girl IN the red.

“Something wrong, Warren?” The old man asked, walking towards her.

“Nothing, Doc. Just some girl 10K found.” Warren spoke.

“I’ll consider it.” You murmured, walking back into the car you had ran from. The little boy sat to the left of you, and cawed.

“Whadd-the-fuck-“ You cursed, glaring at the boy as 10K sat to the right of you.

“Sorry about before, I guess.” You told him.

“..it’s okay..” He murmured, looking out the window.

“I’m ‘Owl’.” You held your hand out.”

“Owl?” He asked.

“I have great hearing. Plus, my ears twitch a lot.” You spoke with confidence.

“I’m 10 Thousand.” He muttered.

“He’s not much of a talker. As you know, the woman who is driving is Warren.” Sun Mei spoke. “The one to the left is 5 Thousand. The girl in the other car, who wore all red, is, Red. The drug doctor, we call him Doc, and finally, the girl with red hair is Addison.”

“Nice to meet you all, I suppose. Where are you taking me?” You asked.

“Ask 10K, here. He insisted we take you with us.” Warren looked back.

You looked at 10K, noticing the tips of his ears grew pink. You shrugged, looking at your feet.