#Deacon the marauder

[delta-dean]

Hot damn, I've gotten out of my art block and decided to post some Borderlands OCs. With how disgraceful I've heard the movie is and how bad the plot and characters arcs of Borderlands 3 was, I wanted to revive my nostalgia and fix what has been broken. So, here's my own little group of Vault Hunters from left right:

Deacon: A recently ex-marauder who joined the Vault Hunters after an incident where he set his boss, a Nomad named Seymour, on fire which forced him to be on the run. He joined Raoul's space ship to escape Seymour and his goonies, and he planned to leave as soon as possible. That changed, however, when he learned that they were looking for a vault. Realizing this could help him pay Seymour to leave him alone, as well as find himself a permanent way to get himself off of Pandora, agrees to join the Vault Hunters. Deacon is a sarcastic, harsh, brash man who tends to not get along with anyone. His motives seem selfish, but the others are starting to suspect that he might not be searching the universe just for the vault...

Raoul: An optimistic, friendly man turned lab rat. He had lived a relatively peaceful life with his mother on the planet Polites (a planet I made up for the setting), before Hyperion came and took them away to be tested on. In the process of the experimentation, he was transformed halfway into a lab rat, the process only being stopped when his mother had escaped and killed the scientists doing the tests. They soon escaped the Hyperion Hub through a space pod, and landed on Pandora with a crash. Raoul survived, his mother did not. Days turned into weeks with Raoul wondering the strange, hostile landscapes of Pandora, all while gaining the unnatural hunger for flesh that all rats have. He spent years on Pandora, scavenging, surviving, hating. But that all changed when he meant a certain Gunzerker who invited him to come eat REAL good food with his Abuela. Raoul found kindness on that harsh planet, and he cherished it. In fact, one of the quotes from the Crimson Raiders "You may have murder on your mind, but it costs nothing to be kind" became a motivational quote and lifestyle for him. Seven years later, he now wants to make Pandora a better place for everyone and he spends his saved up money for a decent ship to find a crew, go out and find a vault hidden within the galaxy, and use the riches he finds to help others. But his crew is not always on the same page as him, and he finds himself worrying about going back to some old, horrible habits.

Gary: A friendly, one of a kind goliath who can take off his helmet and still somehow be in control, not attack his allies, and can still put it back on. The reasonings for this is unknown, but people around him have made theories. Gary used to be part of a bandit group who he viewed as friends. The bandits took advantage of his control with his helmet and goliath rage, believing that, because he didn't attack them due to "friendship", that they could treat him as badly as they wanted to. They would throw darts at him, get him stuck fighting bullymongs, leave him getting bit and mauled by skags, and even beat him with sticks and the butts of their guns when he did or said something they didn't like. But, worse of all, they would sometimes do target practice on him with electric weapons. He hated this most of all. He hated how it hurt. He hated how they laughed. He hated how they never even apologized. And it made him angry. It made him so angry that he had enough one day, took off his helmet, and proceeded to beat every last one of them to death. Once he was finished, he placed his helmet back on and left to go on a journey to find new and better friends, ones that wouldn't shoot him and hit him. That is when he met Raoul, who found a spot in his heart for Gary and, although still a bit cautiously, allowed him to join. Despite being dim-witted, as nearly all goliaths are, Gary is friendly, cheerful, and loves to make sure his friends are happy. He has a hobby of collecting stickers, which he will put on his helmet.

Celeste: A laid-back former Lance Assassin and mercenary. She was an orphan forced into the Lance Assassins as a little girl and was trained to be ruthless and fierce. She found this lifestyle terrible, but she was a child who was desperate to survive. When she got older, however, she started to stray from her orders and became less scared of Atlas, despite the threats given to her. She hated killing innocent people, wanting to instead use her talents to take down bandits and scumbags (like Atlas!). Things came to a halt, however, when she had a secret affair with a Pandoran man and fell pregnant. After finding this out, her commanding officer killed Celeste's lover and planned to kill Celeste as well. Celeste killed her instead, escaped and left the Lance Assassins, but not before stealing one of the Lance Assassin swords. She planned to leave a somewhat normal life (as normal as one can get on Pandora) with her baby. Unfortunately, her old squadron found her and killed her baby. In a fit of rage, she slaughtered them all and left her home, planning to never look back. She took up mercenary work for a few years before hearing about a certain lab rat wanting to travel the cosmos for a vault. Deciding it was better than what she was doing currently, she decided to join the new Vault Hunters.

[el1zabeth132]

Marauders band au? Yes please!!🙏🏻🙏🏻

I think there’s like a big difference if we’re talking modern au and like “canon” au. If it’s in a modern setting I don’t think they’re going to be as rockstarish as they would be in the 80s.

I definitely think that they’re rockstars in both of the time settings. But in a more pop music way in a modern au.

In the eighties they’re definitely rocking the Queen aesthetic. Big flared jeans, eyeliner and platform shoes. But in the modern au they’re more Queen inspired. (Sirius long hair is definitely a bit Freddie Mercury inspired)

In both time periods I like to think that all of them has like a signature thing. Like the Beatles had. George Harrison was the quiet Beatles for example. (God that’s a bad example… poor George) I don’t really know so I’d love to hear some headcanons.

It’d be cool if Remus and Sirius were out with that they’re a couple during the 80s. They’d be facing a lot of controversy obviously but James and Peter stand up for them always.

And don’t even get me started on their fashion in both of the time periods. You cannot tell me that they wouldn’t absolutely slay the met gala. And they’d all be matching but with certain details that made their clothes a slight bit more different and individual.

And omg interviews with the Marauders are absolutely chaotic. There are so many compilations on YouTube where they’re all just talking at the same time or just James and Sirius saying the craziest shit known to man and Remus and Peter are just awkwardly standing there 🧍‍♂️.

Thank you for listening to my yapping session💌

[marauderswolf22]

im so incredibly sad for freddie, for the fact that he CLEARLY SAID that he wouldn't ever give his things away and after he die he even would want to be burried with all of them. now because of mary austin that had his belongings along with his house, ALL, literally all his belonging were sold just few days ago. his crown from wembley, handwritted songs lyrics (don't stop me now, killer queen, bohemian rhapsody etc), his art colection, his asian colection, his piano, EVEN THE DOOR OF HIS HOUSE THAT PEOPLE WERE WRITING FULL OF LOVE THINGS ON THEM, and much, much more. not only that, those people treat freddie himself like an object by playing with his personal stuff. he really didn't deserve not even wanted this. rest in peace darling, hope you knew that there is always someone that respects and remembers you.

(and yes im tagging the most un-freddie stuff bc i want more people to know the thing)

[starmoondany]

“He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room”

“Keeping his thoughts to himself, he'd be leaving soon”

“Wishing he was miles, and miles away”

“Nothing in this world, nothing, would make him stay”

Freddie Mercury wrote that song thinking about Sirius sorry-

[ Spread Your Wings - Queen ]

[marauderswolf22]

Read: REALLY HOT AU

*chanting* BAND AU BAND AU!!

[rainbows-fanfics]

Help Unwanted (Chapter 10)

Summary: After losing the Pirate, Deacon is unwillingly paired with a partner to help with his job. The only problem is - they can't stand each other, and time is dwindling until he can re-capture all his lost prisoners.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101.

Pairings: Deacon/Queen!Deacon, Deacon/OC

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Their ship sailed until they reached the village of Santo Pollo. From a distance, the crew spotted smoke rising from the church. There was no doubt that the damage was caused by an act of arson, unequivocally by the marauders that now terrorized the land. As they went about docking, Dea felt a pang of pity as she thought about the villagers. She hoped they were alright and that she could bring a hand in ending this madness. 

As soon as their ship was secured to the dock, Deacon rounded up the crew. A few villagers watched them pass by wearily while others held clear suspicion on their faces. They couldn’t be blamed - they were under attack, and the presence of visitors was unprompted. Still. No one stepped forward to question them, so they passed through until they reached the church. There, they were finally addressed by a friar, who clutched a bible close to his chest and adjusted his circular glasses. 

“Greetings, my children, and peace be with you. What brings you to our humble village?” 

Deacon pointed to the building behind him. “Do you know who did this?” 

He addressed the burning house of God with a sad nod. “We were attacked by a group of bandits last night. But no one has been in there since - we’ve been a little afraid, wondering if anyone’s still in there. Do you plan on venturing forward?” 

The fire was burning at a steady rate. They’d have to make their move as soon as possible to get clues as to the group’s recent whereabouts. Dea took a step towards him and gestured with her hands. 

“We are here to find someone who helped with this attack. If you’ll let us, we hope to rid you of them entirely.” 

He eyed her attire with obvious judgment, but begrudgingly stepped to the side to allow them in. She was mildly offended as they passed by him and into the doors of the church. None were surprised to see the state of the interior - parts of the walls caved in, a pile of benches and podiums lit aflame in the middle of the room, and rubble scattered everywhere on the floor. Deacon scanned the room while the rest of the crew peeked behind pillars. They came to the conclusion - 

“There’s no one here,” He announced. 

Dea let herself relax as she took a look around for herself. She approached one of the pillars and found a torn flag that had been recently desecrated with a golden bold ‘T’ . She pointed to it and got her co-captain’s attention. 

“..The mark of the vigilante you’ve been talking about?” She asked. Deacon came closer to observe the sight and let out a groan. 

“It’s as I suspected. He must have dealt with the raiders. I wonder if our target is even alive.” 

“-Is he the killing type?” She inquired, following the rest of their crew out. Deacon shrugged while one of their disguised soldiers informed the friar that the church was clear. 

“I don't know enough about the man to say. But I would not blame him for doing what he needs to. However, our fugitives are more valuable alive than dead.” 

They moved into the middle of the village, stopping to gather their bearings. Their crew began discussing what to do next. Dea listened to their ideas, but found her mind clouded. Something occurred to her that she neglected to pry about when she first joined the Armada. She didn’t even question it when she was assigned to aid an Elite’s objective. She’d been so ecstatic to be promoted to such a position, that she didn’t examine the motives behind it…

“Deacon?” She asked, stepping closely to keep their conversation private. She didn’t want to give them away, but also wanted an answer before they continued on. “What exactly happens to these prisoners, when we’re done with our mission?” 

He tilted his head. “You don’t know?” 

“Queen neglected to tell me. It seems to be hush-hush in the Armada.” 

“They will be brought back to Valencia to be questioned.”

“-Questioned about *what*?”

He noted the uneasiness from the villagers around them and picked up his cane. The longer they lingered, the more suspicious they became. It was exactly what he wanted to avoid. “We’ll discuss this later.” 

He moved away and she raised her voice. “I’ll be holding you to that, espía .” 

The spymaster pulled out a map from one of his pockets and unfolded it to share with the crew. They huddled around him. He pointed to an area that was not far from Santo Pollo, trailing his fingertip along as he spoke. 

“The source of the bandit’s operation must be on the outskirts of town, somewhere in Banditoad Trail. If there’s anywhere we’ll find him , I believe it is there.” 

“- ’Bandit’ oad Trail? That can’t be a coincidence?” One of their crew-members spoke up. Even their Captain paused at the implication. 

“...It made it easy to find their location, yes.” He folded up the map and turned on his heel to lead them in the right direction. “Be ready; there’s no telling how many are out right now.”

…

… 

Deacon’s warning was fortuitous. After following the trail, they were abruptly stopped by a group of bandits. The crew sprung into action - delivering good blows to the unsuspecting raiders. Dea and Deacon remained behind - shooting any who happened to slip past. They aimed for their limbs, deterring their enemies and bringing them down more easily. Their fighters remained upfront, taking care of most of the brawl. 

The number didn’t seem to decrease, as they were constantly being bombarded. In the midst of the fighting, they kept an eye out for their wanted criminal - only to come up short on the men who attacked them. Those who wore masks and bandanas were taken care of in a different matter - where Deacon made sure they were incapacitated so he could quickly check their identity. They still had no success. 

After several confrontations, the group was beginning to tire - constantly fighting with no discovery of their target. Their soldiers grew weak, having to move continuously under the blazing sun. As they took care of their enemies at a steady rate, Deacon and Dea were faced with even more bandits than before. They did their best to keep their distance, but stopping to reload their guns presented an opportunity for their opponents to get close. One had landed a rough hit on Deacon - effectively stumbling him back. Dea fired a shot in his direction, not landing, but causing him to move backwards. Her partner returned to his feet and noticed they were surrounded, their crew now long ahead of them. 

“ Cavolo!” He swore. They remained back-to-back as they shot at the marauders surrounding them, who were closing in awfully fast.  

“Where did everyone go!?” Dea exclaimed, attempting to look over the shoulders of the men around them. Deacon lowered his head as he accepted the situation - they’d been separated from their crew in the middle of battle. 

This was not good. 

Before either of them could be attacked, a laugh sounded from above. The group stopped what they were doing to gaze in the sky confusedly. A black figure jumped from practically nowhere and landed in the sand between them. He rose to his feet and pointed a sword in the direction of the bandits, laughing once more at their surprised expressions. 

“Ha-hah!” 

Without pause, the man struck the nearest few and threw his whip to wrap around a nearby branch. He swung on it to slash at the rest, grinning as he watched them fall down instantaneously. When he landed on his feet, he cracked his whip at the backs of two figures who attempted to strike him - watching them fall to their knees and scream in agony. He kept this up until the bandits ordered a prompt retreat, running from the scene as fast as they could.

As soon as they were gone, the man whipped around to redirect the blade of his sword at the two. He flashed a pearly, yet menacing, grin at them. “Now, you fiends shall suffer the wrath…of El Toro! " 

A group of trumpets played around them. They were able to get a good look at the figure that had been moving so fast. He wore a circular hat and black cape that majestically flowed with the wind, sporting a mask that covered his eyes, as well as a black outfit that had an open v-shaped area around his chest, revealing an ample amount of hair. He stomped his boot as he sliced a large 'T' in the air, for extra flair.

Before Deacon could respond, feminine laughter broke the tension. The men looked to the side and found Dea chortling as she pointed at their new company. 

“"A Zorro ripoff?...THAT’S who you are?"

He took offense at her comment and flared his nostrils. "-I resemble nothing of what you just called me! I…am EL TORO! Enemy of all oppressors, defender of the innocent!"

She ignored the trumpets for a second time and continued to snicker at his performance. El toro grew impatient and decided not to pursue her, turning his attention to Deacon instead. He narrowed his blue eyes. 

“I know what you are here for, canalla . I will not have anyone else terrorizing the people of Santo Pollo! Leave while you still can!” 

The Emissary held up his gloved hands to try and diffuse the situation. "We are not here to attack anyone. We are trying to capture a convict who has escaped from our hands."

El toro tilted his head as he closely observed their masks. He shifted his stance. "I am not familiar with your kind, but I know that you do not belong here. Who is it you are exactly searching for?"

"Our target goes by 'Esteban' . He is one of the raiders destroying your village."

His leather clad fingers twitched on the handle of his blade. He clearly recognized the name, but withheld his trust. "Who do you work for? Where have you come from?"

Dea had stopped laughing at this point and composed herself. "We're two people who are enforcing the law. And if you help us, we can help you .”

He remained on edge, refusing to lower his weapon. He turned his head to think about something. "This… 'Esteban ' character…I have learned about him. He is the leader of the bandits. An incredible thorn in my side.” 

It dawned on Deacon. “That would explain why we have not yet seen him. We are trying to reach his base, but have been separated from our group. If you can point us in the right direction, we will gladly take care of the rest.” 

“I cannot allow you to proceed!” He asserted, thrusting his blade further in their direction. “I have been watching you all, since you reached these lands. Your people have grown weak. Without my assistance, you will all undoubtedly die.” 

Deacon muttered something about that being an exaggeration while Dea moved forward. “So you’ll help us?” 

He studied them a bit longer before slowly retreating his sword. "We share a common enemy, do we not? You wish to capture their leader. Without him , I can easily chase the rest out. I will restore peace to the village.” 

He used his whip to lunge himself upward and land on a dead tree to get a better sight. He craned his head down to address the two. “Consider this a… temporary affiliation . I expect you to leave when we are done.” 

Deacon nodded. “I assure you that our departure will be swift.” 

“Good…I see your people up ahead. The place those rogues are staying is in a cave - you will reach it if you keep heading east. I will meet you there.” 

They watched as El Toro easily launched himself away with a hefty swing, and was running on his feet out of sight. They carried on when they were on their own. Deacon handed Dea the small canteen he carried on his person. She took it with grateful hands and moved her head away to take a hefty gulp of water. 

She handed it back to him and clacked her tongue. “So, why exactly did you want to avoid him? He was quick to help us.” 

His answer was one she never expected. “He’s annoying.” 

She thought back to his introduction and held her laughter. It was dramatic and a little overbearing. It still piqued her curiosity. “-You two have met before?” 

“We’ve come across paths during my time in Cool Ranch. I doubt he recognized me just now.” 

“That’s because you’re missing your cape.” She pointed out. “Was it just me, or was his flowing * against * the wind?” 

She sensed him smiling under his mask. He soon shook his head. “I pray we don’t have to fight beside him for long.”

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They finally reached their crew, who had been desperately searching for their Captains. Once they were reunited, they exchanged water and took a little rest. In just a few minutes, they would be meeting with a masked vigilante who was willing to help them. 

El Toro was waiting there, as promised. The two informed their crew of the help they were receiving, so no weapons were pointed at him when they approached. He dropped himself to the floor of the cave entrance and turned expectantly towards Deacon and Dea. He made a quick once-over of the group that would be fighting with him. Whatever he was thinking, he didn’t voice aloud, as he turned and led them inside.

“We must waste no time!” He exclaimed. 

They followed after, staying alert of their surroundings. Dea took this chance to make sure her gun was loaded while Deacon discreetly pressed a couple of buttons on his communicator. El Toro motioned for them to stay back. He moved forward cautiously as the two captains joined his side and got a good look at what awaited them. 

A group of bandits remained ahead, conversing with each other as they idly stood around. They eavesdropped on their conversation, but found nothing of value. El Toro motioned for them to charge ahead, and the rest complied. They successfully took the group by surprise and had them all knocked out in a matter of minutes. They moved forward, not sparing a minute of pause. There, they encountered another group who, this time, had apparently expected them. 

“ Ey !” One of them exclaimed, drawing his gun on their new company. “Are you itchin’ to have your brains blown out?” 

El Toro took a few brave steps forward. He was unimpressed with the barrel currently pointed in his direction. “You brutes have been terrorizing the people of Santo Pollo for too long! Now, justice will be served!” 

With a quick snap of his whip, El Toro smacked the gun out of the man’s hand and struck him with the end of his sword. Everyone charged forward - the sounds of knives clinking and gunshots echoing in the enclosed cave. It was hard to tell what was going on amidst the scuffle. Blood was sent everywhere, several strikes sending the liquid in different directions. Some cries of pain sounded on top of the other. What rang the loudest was when the fight was over and silence ensued. Everyone stood glancing at each other, taking note of who was still standing. 

Once all heads were accounted for, they rushed to continue their journey. They stumbled upon Esteban himself - who stood proudly in front of his desired group of lackeys. He was as repulsive as Dea imagined - a man with the sides of his head shaved, grease coating his skin, accompanied with ripped clothing and fingerless gloves. He had an intense look in his eyes as he grinned much too widely, stepping forward with confidence as the awaiting group poured in. 

“Well, well. Looks like the Armada has found me, after all.” He tipped his head in the direction of the disguised crew. “Have they sent their best people? I don’t want to go out without a bang .” 

“Since you’re aware of your arrest, let’s make this easy.” Deacon countered as he disposed of his cane. “Surrender yourself now before any more blood is shed.” 

“I’ll do that when you give me back Alyssa!” He barked angrily. “That’s all you bastards are good at. Bullshittin’ people ‘til they sign their lives away! We were going to start a family, for fuck’s sake!” 

The Emissary was unphased. “Turn yourself in before you leave us no other choice.” 

“Fuck off!” 

Esteban pulled out a gun and shot without warning. The bullet barely missed their battle angel. It was an invitation to run and confront the bastards. El Toro went to work disposing of the henchman while Deacon urgently attempted to make his way to the leader. He was thwarted with every step, some rogue throwing themselves at him before he could even aim his gun properly. They gradually mashed into one mess, with hands being thrown in random directions as everyone attacked those in their general vicinity. 

Dea managed her way to Esteban, and was just about to pull the trigger before a hand forcefully grabbed her from behind. Her reflexes brought her leg backwards to kick the offender in the shin, freeing herself from their grasp. This motion had caught the enemy’s attention, and when she stumbled forward to regain her footing, she was already seized again. This time, by the man she sought after. 

His voice was gruff as he spoke in her ear. “A fighter, huh? Alyssa was one, too. Come to think of it, she had a body * just * like yours…”

Then he did something Dea did not expect. His hand slid down the front of her disguise, smoothing between the valley of her breasts. He nearly slipped his fingers under the corset, but halted his touch below her waist instead. His fingertips brushed along the ends of her skirt, dangerously close to lifting it. Her body tensed as she registered this unwanted action. Then reality kicked in and she thrashed in his arms, hoping to loosen his grip. He held her down and laughed.

“That’s a nice outfit you got on. Do all women in the Armada dress like whores? If I'd known about the easy access, well, I wouldn’t have been running after her …”

An angry tear formed in her eyes as Esteban slipped his hand under and forcefully groped her. She lost every ounce of her self-control and screamed at the top of her lungs. She threw herself forward and attempted to throw him off balance. But he expected her move and countered it easily. He clearly had experience in this scenario. That thought sickened her. He was so distracted with trying to restrain her that he neglected to see the figure running towards them. 

There was no warning as a pistol struck him in the side of the head, loosening his grip and sending him to the floor. Dea reached for her gun, but her shaking arms made the attempt futile. It slipped from her hands when a hand locked itself around her ankle. She fell forward harshly - the air escaping her lungs as her ribs collided with hard rock. 

“You bitch!” Esteban was pulling her with an unexpected amount of force. 

He dragged his body on top of hers and delivered a cruel blow to her masked face. She swore she heard the material cracking under his knuckles. He grabbed her head with his other hand and smashed it against the floor - dazing Dea as the world around her began to mix colors. Before he could do it again, a shoe collided with the underside of his jaw, sending him off of her. She looked up in time to catch him wrestling with Deacon, who attempted to commandeer his weapon. 

During their struggle, one of the guns had gone off - whose it was, she wasn’t entirely sure. She was distracted when a sudden pain came near her stomach and her gloved hand instinctively covered the area. When she glanced down, the blood was already pooling from the spot. The aching in her head became unbearable and she struggled to maintain consciousness. A groan escaped her throat as she attempted to hold herself up. 

Her struggle was noticed by Deacon, who froze when he saw the sight. Taking advantage of his distraction, Esteban launched his fist into his stomach. The spymaster doubled over in pain as the other man grabbed a hold of his pistol. Before he could fire it, a whip wrapped itself around his wrist. A pained scream escaped his throat as El Toro encumbered both of his hands from behind.

“Quick!” 

Deacon jumped to his feet and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Esteban's hands were secured and he was firmly held down by the masked vigilante, who looked proud with this feat. Deacon had no time to gloat over their accomplishment. He ran in Dea’s direction. He fell to his knees and lowered his head, noting her closed eyes and immobilized body. He desperately checked her pulse, relaxing a little when he confirmed she was still alive. 

“Santo Dios , is she alright?” El Toro implored. 

He inspected her abdomen before searching for the entry and exit wound. The rest of the crew surrounded the scene, their dragoon taking a hold of their prisoner for the time being. El Toro took a few steps forward and watched with concern in his eyes. 

“She’s still breathing, but not very easily,” He announced after a minute. He turned his masked head toward one of their soldiers. “Cinzia, vieni qui!” 

The desired soldier darted to his side and lowered herself to her other captain. She was the crewmember who had the most medical expertise between all of them. It took a few moments until she supplied, “I can’t find an exit wound. But we need to stop the bleeding.” 

Deacon nodded as he produced a roll of gauze from one of his pockets. Cinzia provided pressure and the necessary elevation as he wrapped it around her body. He could hear Rooke’s voice in his head - remembering the time his brother insisted on teaching him basic first aid practices. He encouraged Deacon to always carry around bandages, gauze, and clean cloth on his person for unexpected injury. He glanced at Dea several times as he worked, noticing the new crack in her mask that had nearly split it into two pieces. Something inside him twisted unpleasantly at the sight. 

It took a few layers and careful monitoring until the blood had finally slowed. The air around them was getting colder, so he removed his trench coat and laid it under his co-captain to retain her body heat. He still applied pressure to the wound and kept a close eye on her condition. He wondered what exactly to do next.

Transporting her using the ship was a dangerous option - there was no telling how rough the weather would become, and any excess movement could prove to be damaging. She would need treatment to locate and remove the bullet - neither of which he could supply at the moment, with their limited materials. It didn’t help that they were so far from Valencia right now. 

He sighed. “She may have a concussion. The degenerate slammed her head around pretty hard.” 

El Toro cut in. “I have heard that it is dangerous for a concussed person to fall unconscious. Is that true?” 

“Not in all cases,” Cinzia responded. “We'll need to check on her condition to see if any major damage has been done. What will we do, Captain?” 

Deacon sat there in silence, in a clear mental debate with himself. He felt angry and frightened, as much as he hated to admit it. All of this had happened on his watch - despite coming to her rescue, he could not stop the bullet that had accidentally launched itself during his struggle with the enemy. He felt nauseous knowing that it came from his own gun. He imagined Dea succumbing to her injuries here and struggled for air. El Toro approached them with a solution of his own. 

“I have a friend in Santo Pollo who can help you. His manor has a room to offer you sanctuary, until she is well.” His smile lowered into a frown. “I do not appreciate the deceit you have given me. But considering you have helped me today…It is a way to show my gratitude.”

"Does your friend have any medical supplies?" Cinzia asked seriously. 

"I am sure that he does, and he will be able to aid you better than I can. We must get there soon, so your friend can be treated."

Dea was secured in their Dragoon's arms as soon as he pawned off Esteban to Deacon, who purposefully tightened his cuffs until he heard the man inhale sharply. Several scenarios of torture played in the Spymaster's mind while they traveled to Don Rodrigo's Manor. Methods he was familiar with, and knew were painful for the prisoners who refused to comply.  He normally did not think of these things with such pleasure - he'd always carried them out with necessity and neutrality. But now he felt personal spite to ensure this man would endure every second of pain, as he was forced to spill everything he knew to the Armada.

[enbysiriusblack]

marauders and musketeers' favourite queen member:

sirius- roger taylor

peter- john deacon

james- brian may

remus- freddie mercury

lily- john deacon

mary- freddie mercury

dorcas- roger taylor

marlene- brian may

emmeline- freddie mercury

[jameseywamsey]

marauders girls as queen songs

I PREVIOUSLY DID THE MAIN 4 AS QUEEN SONGS BUT HERE IS THE VALKYRIES

lily evans- under pressure

it just makes sense

the fact that she has that pressure from exams, family, snape, friends etc etc

the vibes

mary macdonald- the show must go on

she is the only marauder left after it all, and she can't live with it so she oblivitates herself, the loneliness of the song just fits

throughout most fics she's in, her insides are breaking, her makeup is flaking but her smile does go on

i just feel like she would say the line a lot, she is such a theatre kid, i love her.

i did also heavily debate somebody to love and a kind of magic but here we are.

marlene mckinnon- no one but you (only the good die young)

this sing ruins me and as does marlene

this being the only song after freddies death that is just the band w/ no other vocals but them just fits w/ marlene being one of the first to go and just yh

this being john deacons last recorded piece and yh. I JUST LOVE MARLENE AND SHE DESERVES SUCH AN IMPORTANT SONG

dorcas meadowes- seven seas of rhye

idky it just has the vibes that dorcas has

I DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE OK

ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED SORRY WAS SO DEPRESSING

[tinytinybumblebee]

Boozer is da best big brother to Deacon when he's tiny!

Boozer is a sturdy guy so, you knooow no one would ever dare tease Deek, lest they face the wraith of a man with a knife for a hand (this is directed squarely at Skizzo-)

He also tells Deek lots of silly stories and jokes!

Addy gets so concerned when she sees Boozer playing a bit rough with the tiny one but, Boozer assures the medic that Deek insisted on playing "marauders" before nap time (aka: it's the only way to get Deek to take a nap xD)

[rhetoricalrogue]

WiP Wednesday

Tagged by @ejunkiet thank you! Indulging myself with some moody "what if" scenarios with Paxton and Rita, featuring Rikki Patel.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t.” The word sounded like battery acid sizzling on asphalt. Rita leaned against the workbench, her palms flat on the surface. Taking a moment, she slowly turned around and Rikki tried to ignore the redness of her eyes and sheen of more tears ready to fall at any time. “Don’t give me some empty platitude like everyone else in camp has.”

“It isn’t empty, and you know it.”

She shrugged off the hand Rikki placed on her arm. “It’s bullshit, that’s what it is.” Rita winced as soon as the words left her mouth. “It’s only been a day.” Her voice was softer than before. “Give him some time.”

“Rita, you were there when we went out to find him. You saw what was left of his scouting team.”

“Yeah, and I also know what I didn’t see.” She angrily swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m going out at first light to pick up where we left off.”

Rikki crossed her arms in front of her. “And what do you think you’re going to find? Tracks? Rita, that was a horde that went through those buildings, even if Paxton managed to make it out and run off, there’s not going to be any trail after they trampled through the roads.”

“Well, Paxton’s smart. If he got away, he’d leave some sort of trail for either himself or others to find him.”

“If he got away.”

“Look, I’m not naïve. The chances that anyone escaped a horde are slim, especially one that was as big as the signs seem to be, especially if anyone happened to be hurt beforehand. Freakers don’t shoot people, and what was left of…” Rita paused, grabbed the rag on the table and ran it through her fingers. “Perkins had a gunshot wound that probably killed him before he even hit the ground. I need to go back and have another look. The horde could be a red herring, you know? Just a weird coincidence that happened after a marauder attack.”

“You’re not giving up on him, are you?”

“Would you give up on Addy, if she were the one missing?”

Rikki took a deep breath, her cheeks expanding as she blew it out. “Okay, fine. I get it. But you’re not going out there alone, come get me before you head out and we’ll go together.”

“No way.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, out of all the people here, we’re the two best mechanics. If something happens to me, Lost Lake still has you. I’m not going to put the camp’s resources at risk in case we run into trouble and I know you wouldn’t do that either.”

“Well, you’re not going out in the shit alone.” She tugged the rag out of Rita’s hands and smacked her arm with it. “If something happened to you, who would I have competitions with on doing the better repair jobs?”

Rita cracked a faint smile, one Rikki bet had been the first ever since finding out that Paxton was missing. “Fine, I’ll find somebody.”

“Check with Deacon. Iron Mike’s got him doing some work around where we last looked, I’m pretty sure he’ll agree to go with you in return for some help with his jobs.” Rikki paused. “He’s got a…personality but explain why you’re the one looking for Paxton. Something tells me that he’ll get it. Might give you some shit before accepting, but he’ll get it.”

[musicoftheheart]

not tagged but it looks fun :) also curious to see whether im in ten fandoms ahaha

regulus black (marauders era/hp)

percy jackson (percy jackson)

tori spring (heartstopper)

merlin (bbc merlin)

arya stark (game of thrones)

deacon novak (karen rose's cinccinatti book series)

luke (the shapeshifter books)

zuko (avatar: tla)

emily (the next step)

lucifer morningstar (lucifer)

WOO got there in the end (i was struggling by number 5 ahahaha)

np tags: @theprongspotter @my-castles-crumbling @icarus-last-fall @siriuslygay1981 @abbeykb and anyone else <3

10 characters, 10 fandoms

RULES: List your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people

I got tagged by: @sukiluvvs 💗

In alphabetical order:

Ai Enma (Jigoku Shoujo)

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Emilia (Re:Zero)

Giyuu Tomioka (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Saeyoung Choi aka 707 (Mystic Messenger)

Shinya Hiiragi (Owari no Seraph)

Sunako Nakahara (Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge)

Toph (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Yor Briar/Forger (SpyxFamily)

Yuuko (xxxHolic)

Tagging!! @getsuuna @marurumai @mikuyuuss @octoooo and others who wants to do this ahaha idk anyone here much sorry :D

[marauderswolf22]

just me thinking abt marauders doing cosplays of Queen members, for example: Roger Taylor as Rogerina, and it was James, Freddie Mercury was Sirius ofc, Brian May was remus (yes i make this bc of height and Remus will look funny in this hairstyle lol) and Peter being John Deacon

[unitygamedevlopment]

Days Gone

Welcome to the post-apocalyptic world of "Days Gone," where humanity is on the brink of extinction and the living dead roam the desolate landscape. As Deacon St. John, a former outlaw turned drifter and bounty hunter, you must navigate the dangerous wilderness of the Pacific Northwest, confront hordes of ravenous Freakers, and unravel the mystery of what caused the world to fall apart.

Fight to Survive

Combat in "Days Gone" is intense, visceral, and relentless. Use a variety of weapons, traps, and explosives to fend off hordes of Freakers, human marauders, and other hostile threats. Employ stealth tactics to outmaneuver your enemies or engage them head-on in adrenaline-fueled firefights. The choice is yours, but remember: every decision you make could mean the difference between life and death.

"Days Gone" is a gripping and immersive survival horror adventure that transports players to a world overrun by the living dead and challenges them to survive against all odds. With its rich storytelling, dynamic open world, and intense combat mechanics, "Days Gone" offers an unforgettable gaming experience that will keep players coming back for more.

[silvestromedia]

SAINTS OF THE DAY FOR APRIL 09

Martyrs of Croyland. Benedictine monks who were slain by the Danes during an invasion of Croyland Abbey, England, and the surrounding area. The abbot was Theodore. Others suffering included Askega, the prior; Swethin, the sub prior; and Elfgete, Savinus, Egdred, Agamund, Grimkeld, and Ulrick.

Martyrs of Pannonia A group of seven Roman Catholic men and women who died at Sirmium in Pannonia, on the Danube. Feastday April 9

St. Hedda. 870 A.D. Martyred Benedictine abbot of Peterborough, England. He and eighty four monks were slain by Danes marauding along the English coast.

St. Madrun. A Welsh or Cornish widow. No details of her life are extant, but some Welsh churches bear her name.

St. Dotto, 6th century. Abbot of a monastery of the Orkney Islands of Scotland.

ST. LIBORIUS, BISHOP OF LE MANS Elected in 348 fourth bishop of Le Mans, Liborius governed the diocese for 49 years. He ordained 217 priests and 186 deacons, and was dedicated to works of charity. He healed people suffering from kidney stones, so he is often represented with small stones. April 9

[keeping-up-with-the-blacks]

“All the people you like are either old, dead or fictional.”

— My Dad

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