#but thanks for askin bud!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Also sorry I just thought of this but are you doing asks for Tate Frost?

I am not and currently don't plan to, actually. I feel like it would be dancing on a line of this blog that I try not to cross in terms of darker content. Plus, Tate is a shit. Like, I feel writing him sincerely, I would either be dishonest about the character or might make people bummed out. That and the two games he stars in are not fully out yet! So who knows what we'd find out.

[fishpea]

do you have a persona- or an oc that you draw in your place? (or both!?!?! :o))

honestly, I don’t !! 😭 I’ve really wanted to make one though; like a cool funky lil thing— I definitely will someday but as of right now nooo 😔💔 I do have fursona(s) though afwhqfa Ranch is kind of my “main” and River is just want I named myself after HAHAA

[that-darn-clown]

I would name a kid mikey

[echoing-interests]

25 >:)

Astronaut by San Fermin babeyyyy

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ruggie Bucchi - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

I made sure to tell a buncha people it's gonna be my birthday... Pheeew, tomorrow can't come fast enough!

Summon: You better have somethin' to show when comin' to wish me a happy birthday. Don't worry, I already got a paper bag prepped to carry all my presents!

Groovification: I'm gonna get some gifts, and eat some good food... This year's birthday's gonna be a blast!

Home: Sure worked up a sweat today～

Swap Looks: Gotta get ready.

Home Transition 1: How do I set my hair? I just use a bit of hair oil and comb through it with my fingers, is all. I ain't got money to buy stuff like wax!

Home Transition 2: Riddle made for me a chronological table of magical history. ...Eh, it'd be a waste to just toss it, so I guess I'll use it.

Home Transition 3: I gotta chow down on the party food like there's no tomorrow. Can't let any of the other guys in the dorm devour everythin'.

Home Transition - Login: Feasts, parties, and presents, oh my...! I got waaay more excited about celebrating birthdays after coming to this school!

Home Transition - Groovy: Floyd-kun said he usually just buys stuff whenever the mood strikes 'im. Guess he doesn't know impulse shoppin's the worst possible thing for your savin's.

Home Tap 1: I get along pretty good with my roommates. Like they say, "one hand washes the other," so... Sheeheehee.

Home Tap 2: What should I ask Kalim-kun for, hm... This is a primo chance, so I wanna take full advantage!!

Home Tap 3: The oil from the Wildebeest brand's a product that's been sellin' good for a long time. From babies to seniors, this product's great to use on all parts of your body～

Home Tap 4: I tried to get Vil-san to give me some of his clothes he didn't need anymore, and he just said to, "become someone who'd look good wearing them, first." 'S not like I was gonna wear them...

Home Tap 5: Back when I first found these clothes, they were all baggy and fallin' off my shoulders... But I think I'm fillin' 'em out pretty nicely now.

Home Tap - Groovy: C'mon, here's your chance to butter up one of your upperclassmen!

Duo: [RUGGIE]: Floyd-kun, buy me some donuts! [FLOYD]: Buy it yourself, Sharksucker-chan

Birthday Login Message: Thanks for the birthday gift! Let's see what's inside... Oh, a T-shirt. I like practical things. Thanks. None of the guys on the Spelldrive team'll cough up a present without me naggin' them, y'know～ I'm not even gonna start with Leona-san... Eh, I did end up gettin' stuff, so I guess it's fine. On that point, though, you and Epel-kun got me somethin' without me even askin', so you both went up in my book. Sheeheehee! What, that gives you mixed feelings? Oh, come on～ It's fiiiiiine! Just think of it as us being buds foreeeeever!

Requested by Anonymous.

[2tarbell]

hiii!!! i’m having thoughts of high sex w rafe,, like him doing lines off your cleavage or thighs (maybe even body lines mid-fuck🫢) is just sooo mmmhrmghgrr

and usually he’s pretty strict about letting you drink or do drugs, but when he’s drunk or high himself it’s just so much harder to say no to you (and reader kinda knows it too like she’s fs waiting until he’s in such a good mood from the high to give him her best puppy dog eyes she knows he can’t resist)

p.s. i absolutely adored ur bfb rafe work it was delicious🥰

ೀ high sex with BF!RAFE is always delicious. it’s usually in missionary, rafe too faded to switch to any other position. he’s almost entirely lost in the pleasure and it’s the hottest thing ever, softer in the way he touches you and rolls his hips against yours. his jaw slack and eyes fluttering, deep breaths and low moans of your name and dirty talk. his voice wavers and breaks when you clench around him. but his high is waning, you can tell by the way his usual roughness peeks through as he bites at your neck. 

with a heavy sigh (you’d call him dramatic if you didn’t wanna come so bad) he sits back on his legs. his hard cock slips out of your slick warmth and he runs the length through your puffy folds in attempt to placate your whines. the tip kisses your clit a few times and rafe chuckles breathlessly at the way you jolt. always his sensitive girl. when he reaches over to the beside table, you know what he’s about to do, and it makes your cunt drool in anticipation.

“hold ‘em together— good girl, lookin’ so pretty f’me…”

with your tits squished together by your hands, rafe dumps some of the white powder onto the plush flesh. he smiles at you in a boyish way that contradicts the illegal substance he’s pouring onto your body. with focused eyes and a trained hand, he makes the crisp line. when he leans down to snort it, he pushes back into your pussy and it makes you heave out a moan. he makes a show of kissing down your breast until he takes one hardened bud into his mouth, nipping and pulling back until it slips away with a pop.

you wiggle your hips when he sits back again, the heavy weight of him sitting inside of you making you restless. his head is tipped forward and eyes closed, large hands squeezing and rubbing your hips in as the coke does its magic. once he looks back down at you spread open on his length, looking at him with those sparkly doe eyes, he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t gimme that look—“ his voice is gruff in that way that makes you feel all girly and warm. you run a hand up his arm and feel the strong muscle under the skin, you don’t miss how he flexes under your touch. it tangles in his hair and he can’t stop himself from turning and pressing a sweet kiss to your wrist, the high making your touch feel like fire. a smile makes it way onto your cock drunk face. rafe huffs, and squeezes your hips harder in a playful warning.

“c’mon, daddy— pleaseee? jus’ a little?” that pleading tone and pouty lip might just be the death of him.

rafe reaches a hand between you, gathering the creamy wetness of your previous orgasm that’s leaked around his dick. he uses the wet finger to pick up the leftover dust on your tits. with a lazy smirk, he shoves his finger into your awaiting mouth, smearing the coke and cum over your gums.

he then leans over you again, pulling out only to start thrusting his hips deeply into you, resuming his pace from earlier. his fingers squishing your cheeks as he presses a kiss to your puckered lips.

“happy now? always— always askin’ me for shit— ‘m already fucking you and y’still want more.”

his grumble only makes you smile triumphantly, legs wrapping around his waist tighter as his thrusts get faster and you thank him in pathetic babbles.

[t0yac1d]

More Than One (B.Loomis x Fem!Reader)

Request: More overstimulation pookie🥺

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, praise, p in v

Word Count: 733

Notes: So sorry that this is pretty short, a bitch graduated and now she's tired, like EXHAUSTED. But I am working on a bunch of requests that I haven't gotten to due to school. But now that I am free, I should be able to finish all of them in a fashionable manner! Thank you all for being extremely patient with me! Mwah <3

You sat at the end of your bed with a mirror in front of you and your legs spread wide open and tears rolling down your face. Billy's fingers were stuffed in your soaking wet cunt.

He's made you cum too many times now and he's still demanding for more.

Every time you came, he'd ask you, "One more. Giving me one more wouldn't hurt."

And every time you threw your head back, he'd grab your jaw and force you to look at yourself. He'd force you to look at how much of a mess you are just from his fingers.

"If this is how you act with my fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle my cock. Maybe if I stretched you out, like this.." he whispered, spreading his fingers in you.

"Look at that, look at how wet you are baby."

"Just dripping, all for me, right?" he asked, looking at you in the mirror, "Just for me?"

You gave him a nod, unable to answer him from how good he moved his fingers. But he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear that all of this- all of you, was just for him.

He stopped moving his fingers and took them out of your very sensitive pussy. You let out a whine, and grabbed his wrist. "I gotta hear you say it. All this is just for me, right?"

"Y-yes, yes! All of me is just for you!" you moaned. Billy smiled and kissed your neck, "Good girl." he cooed in your ear, dipping his fingers deep in you, earning a rich moan from your pretty lips.

"Give me another one." Billy sighed as if he were a trance, he watched as your cum oozed out of your pretty hole. "Y-You said one more. I gave you one more." you muttered.

"And I'm askin' for another. So be a good girl and do what you're told."

You whined and shifted in his lap, feeling his cock against your ass. "Or I could just get one out of you. How does that sound? Wanna be my pretty little pillow princess?"

You looked up at Billy with watery eyes and plump, pouty lips. "Lay on the bed,"

You did as you were told and crawled to the head of your baby pink bed, resting your head on your fluffy pillows and watching Billy crawl over to you and his bigger frame cage you between his arms.

You felt like a small animal that's been caught and cornered.

"You look so pretty like this, so pretty under me." he smiled, pushing his pants and boxers down, but just enough for his dick to pop out. "Just lay there and be pretty."

Billy spread your legs open and slowly slid himself in, he threw his head back and pulled out. This continued for some time, just him teasing your sensitive, aching and begging pussy. "Billy.." you whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "What?"

"Please, please, please.."

Billy scoffed and smirked, "What happened to before?" he asked. His tip just poking at your hole. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them to your chest.

He pushed his cock in you and fucked you at a rough and fast pace. "You wanted this?" Your ankles rested on his shoulders and his hair had fell and stuck to his forehead.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, want me to fill you up pretty?" he asked, you nodded your head and gripped the sheets, "Yes, yes, yes fuck- fill me up, please," you babbled.

Billy chuckled and grabbed your legs, putting them around his hips and grabbing your face to give you the sloppiest and nastiest kiss.

His hips bucked and stuttered; he moved his hand down from your jaw to your clit and rubbed circles on the bud. You moaned in his mouth, and he swallowed those beautiful sounds.

You creamed around his dick, and he nutted in you, filing you up to the brim. He slowly thrusted in you, keeping his cum in you, not wanting a single drop wasted.

You were definitely overstimulated, the amount of times you came from his fingers and now cumming from his cock. Your body feels like it's on fire.

Billy pulled out of you and flipped you over, "I'm not done with you pretty girl."

[kryptznnn]

♛- PLAY-HARD I

1st part/ 2nd part (Mature Audience Community Label)

Series Masterlist ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

➳ INTERESTS; - olo’eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➳ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Mo’at has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo’eyktan, but he isn’t always cooperative.

➳ WARNINGS; - 3.1k wc slight age gap (25 and 21), takes place after the great war, eventual smut, slow burn, sexual tension, use of alcohol, vomiting (mentioned once), wet kisses, hickies, jealousy, power imbalance, pet names, fluff, bit of angst if you squint, nipple!play, slight p!play.

➳a.i; first fic i’m very very nervous, but i hope u all enjoy ^^, i take requests so just hit my inbox ���my main navigation

*na’vi translation will be provided*

Mo’at was not joking when she spoke of Jake Sully and his stubbornness, the reason why she decided you’d be a perfect aid is due to your patience, which was running very thin at the moment.

“I’m here to assist you, but i cannot do my job if you refuse to go against my requests.” you stated sharply, his ears pinned against his hair and his lips tightened into a straight line, he simply crossed his arms. This was the 3rd date you’d set up for him that he’s rejected.

Not the first, or the second, but the third time. To make matters worse whenever you’d complain to Mo’at she’d simply tell you to just push a little farther.

“I told you I didn’t like her” he said sternly, repeating the same statement he has for the past 2 weeks. “skxawng, [moron] you’ve said the same thing for the other 2 na’vi i’ve tried to pair you with, do not be selfish, think of the future of our people-“

“That’s all I think about y/n, I might be many things but selfish isn’t one of’em. You can’t just force someone with me, if im going to be with some girl for the rest of my life at least let me make my own decision.” He quickly cut you off, now unfolding his arms and placing a hand at his side, eyeing you up and down. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t make any good points, if you were in his place you’d be more than frustrated, but regardless you’re job here was to help and provide for the olo’eyktan, which is exactly what you were going to do.

“Mr. Sully, please-“

“Jake. It’s jake kid” He buds in, smiling softly.

“Jake, I understand what you’re saying and how you feel, but part of my job is providing, and what i’m doing is providing for you and your future” You correct yourself, giving him a pleading look, searching in his eyes for a look of understanding, which you soon found. He relaxed a bit and wasn’t as tense as before, nodding in approval. You quickly smiled, thankful this situation didn’t have to escalate to a serious argument like it has before hand. Those times were the worst times for the both of you, and thankfully you’ve both been able to talk them out and set boundaries and learn from past mistakes, if anything Mo’at would repeat how times like those strengthens the relationship you two share, and she wasn’t wrong.

“m’sorry” He said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear, rubbing his hands together and sitting down, his tail curling up beside him with his head down. “syeha si tam [breathe, it’s okay], you have nothing to apologize for, i’m sorry too, the position you’re in isn’t easy, trust me I know” you said calmly, slowly walking over to him, just for him to open up his arms. You slowly walked over to him, quickly embracing him just for him to do the same with you. You sighed and smiled softly, your head resting on his.

Come to think of it Jake was always a physical kind of person, “touchy” is what the term is. Whenever things would go wrong with him or the clan he would drain out quickly, before he didn’t have anyone to rely on, not a friend close enough for him to talk to so he would create a relationship with Mo’at, asking her for advice and methods to aid him, right before he came across you. You would be seated with Mo’at, mixing herbs for her while listening to their conversations, on specific days jake would speak about certain na’vi women attempting to court him, which made you giggle when you first heard it

“Who is she?” Jake asked quickly glancing over at you, as you quickly covered your mouth to stop any other laughter. Mo’at turned to you and back at Jake softly smiling. “Her name is y/n, I love her like a daughter of mine,she’s been under my arm for the past 12 years” She said proudly, Jake nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of you, watching as you walked over and stood beside Mo’at.

“Ohe ahasey sa’nok” [I’ve finished mother] You said, placing the bowl in Mo’at’s hands, smiling at her, she thanked you and introduced you to Jake. “Te suli, this is y/n, y/n this is tsyeyk suli, our olo’ektyan” She stated, directing her hand to you than back to jake. You quickly signed the “I see you” gesture saying “Oel ngati kameie” as he nodded and repeated the same action. You looked him in his eyes, just to realize he was looking at you this whole time, you quickly looked to the side and began to distract yourself.

He had such an intense gaze, does he look at everyone like that? You asked yourself, your tail thrashing back and forth recalling the scene that happened just seconds ago.

“If you need extra assistance I can always have y/n accompany you, she’s always wanted to to explore other fields of work, I think she could help you a lot” Mo’at spoke soothingly, placing the bowl you gave her down and adding bandages to it. Jake continued to watch you, listening to Mo’at’s words carefully, still grinning ear to ear.

“I’d love that” He said, slowly standing up to take his leave.

That was 4 months ago, since then Jake has been very open with you, always in need of a hug and consolidation, which you were happy to give. Although it was painful how often you’d have to remind yourself not to mix pleasure and business, you’re helping you’re olo’ektyan, he’s just worn out and exhausted. Surely tonight would help him, deeming the celebration would be in his favor, celebrating his successful raid with his party and no injuries or casualties were gained.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked,slowly releasing you from his grasp and looking up at you, you just looked down at him smiling and nodding softly. “Of course, just don’t expect me to be there early, i’ll be coming with Za’yukto” You said, slowly backing up ready to leave, jake quickly grabbed your hand as soon as you turned around.

“Who is that?” He asked, you turned to face him to see his demeanor quickly changed. His jaw had clenched and his grip on your hand was getting tighter by the second. “Just a friend of mine, he didn’t want to go alone so I volunteered to take him, just for a while” You said harmlessly, he tilted his head, looking at you up and down before responding. He opened his mouth just to slowly close is and take a deep breath, making direct eye contact with you. “Just… just don’t be too late okay? I’ll be waiting for you” He said softly, his ears lowering slightly as he let go of your hand.

“Of course, and if you ever get too bored you can talk to all of your other friends there” You joked, quickly getting your belongings and leaving shortly.

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You glanced in your small reflection for a final time before leaving your small hut. You haven’t done much to your appearance other than brushing out your braids and changing your purple beaded top to a red one, you’ve always liked how the colors looked on you.

This’ll do. You thought, it was too late to turn back and change now, you’ve already gone so far anyway. You looked pleasant, eye-catching, which was the exact look you were hoping for, hopefully you’d get someone to look at you during tonight’s celebration, or maybe a specific someone. Of course that specific someone being non other than J-

“Y/N!! Are you here?” You stopped dead in your tracks quickly walking over to the entrance of your hut.

That’s Za’yukto’s voice. “Hi, sorry, ohe am lonu to sìltsan” [I’m ready to go] You stated, stepping outside and quickly setting down the entrance of your hut with a smile, looking up at him. He smiled in response and complimented you, to which you thanked him and began making your way to the spirit tree for the celebration.

Soon after you two arrived, you quickly began to adjust your top, brush off your loincloth and hair, saying your goodbyes to Za’yu as you made your way to look for Jake, thankfully finding him quickly-

He’s with someone, you thought, seeing him off to the side laughing with a large drink in his hand, obviously being alcohol, of course stronger than any human substances and yet tasting even sweeter than anything you’ve ever had before. Seeing him happy like that did nothing more than make you smile a bit, he’s been stressed lately, he needs some sort of release. You quickly walk to the side getting closer to him just to see he’s doing more than just talking.

More than just laughing, and not with any someone, with a woman.

And he’s…. he’s kissing her? They’re kissing, they’re definitely kissing, and he’s not kissing just any woman, it’s the first na’vi you ever brought towards him to consider that he immediately rejected, simply telling you “There’s nothing special about her”.

Ewya.

You didn’t even bother making your way over to him, you’d already seen enough, feeling your face heat up out of sheer embarrassment and your eyes beginning to burn. On one swift motion you turn around to find Za’yu and to your surprise he already had a large cup waiting for you. You quickly grabbed it and chugged it down, your face immediately going from a sour look to more relaxed.

“Syeha si y/n!!” [Breathe y/n!!] Za’yu said, quickly taking the now empty cup from your hands as you just smiled at him. “I’m fine, come dance with me?” you asked, holding his hand. He just shook his head and placed the cups down on a table beside him, quickly taking you to the center of the dancefloor and began dancing with you in his arms.

This is a party, a place to let loose and celebrate, and that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You hooked your arms around Za’yu’s shoulders, pulling him a little closer, and looking at him intensely. You’d be lying if you said Za’yu wasn’t attractive, he was insanely attractive and overall perfect, everything a woman would look for in a man, he was skilled, intelligent, good looking, and strong? A complete package. Especially with the fact he’s such a gentleman, that’s what triggered your friendship so quickly.

He looked down at you, his hands traveling from your back to your waist, grinning at you. You slowly pushed yourself up against his body, feeling your beaded top clink against his broad chest. You slowly climb up on your tippy toes closer and closer to his face, as he too moves in closer, just for you to reach towards his ear and kiss it.

“Can you get me another drink please? I’m so thirsty” You ask him playfully, rubbing your 4 fingers against your throat slowly, licking your lips at him. He nodded and reached down to your collarbone, kissing it softly before leaving to get you a drink.

Soon after dancing by yourself you feel a hand rest on your stomach and trail down to your pelvis, holding you securely as your back rests on his back, you lift your head up quickly to see Za’yu, with your drink in his hand as he smiled down at you. You slowly got onto your tippy toes and kissed him, just to taste residue of alcohol that he previously consumed, smiling at the sweet taste, and taking the cup from his hands and quickly finishing it, dropping the cup and turning to face him, kissing him again.

Honestly at this state you’re wondering where jake was, if he was enjoying himself with his dick probably down that girls throat, but at the same time you were too fucked out and having way too much fun to care. Your shared kisses with Za’yu quickly became more intimate and more active, exchanging saliva and practically moaning into his mouth while still dancing, now slowly beginning to grind yourself onto him.

“Za’yu-“ You moaned softly against his lips, barely being able to catch your breath. “I know tìyawn, I know, mawepey” [I know love, I know, be patient] He said softly, his kisses trailing from your lips to your jawline and down to your neck, beginning to suck on you softly.

You rested your hand on the back of his neck, slowly playing with his hair and mewling softly, your ears perked up and your tail curling around your leg. He continued however, lowering down to your collarbone, kissing it softly before continuing his assault.

“ ‘Yu, can w- can we go back to my place? Please” You whimper softly, as he slowly moves his head up to look at you, kissing you softly. “Whatever you want y/n”. He said, quickly going to hold your hand, just as you turn around someone crashes into you spilling their drink all over you.

Of course it was none other than Ninat, whos throat Jake was previously shoving his tongue down. “Shouldn’t you be all on the olo’ektyan?” You muttered quietly, thankful no one heard you. Before listening to her pleads and apologies you simply just shoved past her, clinging onto Za’yukto tightly. “Don’t worry we’ll get you cleaned up, come on” He said.

Soon enough you both arrived to your hut , walking straight into the back of your hut and dragging him along, to which he quickly obliged. You stepped into the small pond behind your hut and began removing your strained top and loincloth, ushering him to do the same, which he quickly did.

“I’m going to clean you up first” He said, smiling down at you and grabbing a nearby rag to wipe any access alcohol off of you. He was gentle and caring, he only looked above your collarbone and refused to look lower, to make sure ‘you felt comfortable’ was his excuse, you found his caring and respectful nature cute though, knowing there were a lot of navi men out there who would not do the same. You just helped guide his hand to where he had to clean off until he kissed you again, letting his hands trail up from your waist to your soft breasts.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, looking in your eyes for complete confirmation, to which you nodded and smiled in response. He let his fingers graze against your nipples a few times before toying with you, lowering his head before taking your left breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue onto your nipple, making you moan softly, quickly gripping onto the back of his hair softly. “That’s not the only place that needs attention, i’m still dirty elsewhere” You teased, he looked up at you repositioning himself, giving you a cocky look before answering.

“Oh yeah? Where would that be?” He asked, you quickly took his hand to show him, hovering over your stomach, but before you could continue a wave of sickness hit you, making you pause. Za’yu quickly took notice of this and how your expression changed. “Hey, what’s wrong what happened” He asked, now completely serious as you now grabbed onto his shoulder for support. “I feel a little sick” You managed to make out weakly, he quickly finished cleaning you off and immediately got you out of the small pond, drying you up and taking you inside to get you into something, but not before you threw up on the side of the mossy ground twice before crying.

“It hurts” You said, your voice hoarse and dry, which reminded Za’yukto to get you some water, he instructed for you to stay in your room and get dressed as he fetched you something to drink along with a small herb to help with the burning of your throat.

You quickly got changed, sitting patiently for Za’yu, and he soon came telling you to swallow one of your own handmade herbal medicine and a glass of water behind it, which you did. “You need to get some rest, you’ve had a long night” He said, placing his hand onto your shoulder, rubbing it softly and smiling at you. You didn’t respond, only placing the glass down and sprawling yourself against your bed, your back now facing Za’yu.

A moment of silence has passed, he hasn’t left and you haven’t fallen asleep yet, why is he still-

“I’ll stop by tomorrow to check up on you” He quickly stated, interrupting your thoughts, you don’t answer and he takes the silence as a sign you must be asleep, big mistake.

“Hopefully tonight didn’t change anything within our friendship, i’m not looking for a mate or to court anyone now, it was never my intention to move so quickly with you” He mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear, and shift in the bed as a response, you waited to hear the flap of your hut close before letting the tears in your eyes roll out over your nose and stain your bed.

This was going to be such a long night, and tomorrow morning even longer.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[zorawithobsessions]

A Small Tune in the Silent Night

It was a silent night in November, a moment of peace for once in their lives... Sun is currently playing with Dazzle, Moon's making sandwiches, and Solar's in his room.

Wonder what Jack's doing?

"Papaaa!" Jack comes into Solar's room, running with excitement. "Dad, what's your favorite Christmas carol?"

"Eh? Why you askin', bud?" Solar replied, as he looked up from his drawing board, drawing, or more like doodling.

"Nothin', just curious!" Jack grinned, jumping up and down as he waited for his father's answer. "What is it?!"

"Okay, okay, jeez calm down, Jack." Solar chuckles, as he puts down his drawing board onto his bed. "Silent Night, why?"

"Okay!! Thank you dadddd!!!" Jack said, and as quickly as he went in, as quickly as he left.

Solar watched as Jack practically zoomed to his and Dazzle's room, a bit suspicious. "Hm. Strange. But, he is a kid, so I guess I won't pay it any mind right now." He then shrugs it off, as he picks up his drawing board once more and continues on doodling.

..

December 25th, 2024. Merry Christmas, Solar would say, if Jack was here.

Solar has returned with the gifts Dazzle had left behind at the house, with a small rectangular box on his other hand.

"I got Dazzle's gifts... I'll be heading to my room now, I'm tired." He lied, faking a yawn and a stretch as the others waved him goodnight while he headed for the room he had claimed in their airbnb cabin.

Locking the door, Solar sat down on his bed, gazing upon the box.

'To: DAD' was written on it, clearly Jack's writing.

Solar sighed, holding the small box close before opening it and listening to its tunes.

'Silent Night' begins to play.

"So this was what Jack was making. No wonder he asked me what my favorite Christmas carol was." The father muttered, as the song continued to play.

Time goes by, and Solar doesn't realize he's been listening to it on repeat, laying down and placing the recording onto his small cabinet beside him.

"I love you, father." Was the last he could hear.

"I love you too, Jack." Was the last he could speak before sleep took him.

[thebearer]

i can clearly picture you getting a call to pick up teddy from the school and she’s in the office and the principal was like “she decked a guy who was messing with willow” and she buds in like “he’s 18 and she’s 14”

carmen would be like "so what's the issue? are you askin' if i want to press charges bc i do"

and the principal is like "mr. berzatto, your daughter assaulted-"

"-defended-"

"- another student-"

"-who was creepin' on a minor and makin' sexual advances? is that not illegal anymore? think i missed that." carmen's so furious, you're having to keep him from decking the kid again. needless to say, after an investigation, the kid is moved to alternative learning. teddy spends a few days suspended, but carmen doesn't mind. praises her for sticking up for her sister.

richie tells jimmy who offers carm to "handle it".

"free of charge, carm, of course. i, uh, i would be happy to get that kinda scum off the streets. i take the wellbeing of the city very seriously, ya know?" and carmen is very tempted so you have to step in like no it's ok.

"sweetheart, i won't kill him. i'm just gonna make sure he never tries this shit again. make sure he learns his lesson."

"yeah, baby, let him-"

"-no, no." you glare at carmen, "he's been handled by the school. we're good. thank you jimmy."

[definitely-not-outlet]

The Great Experiment - Chapter 6

Chapter Title: Two Left Hands

Norm MacLean x Elodie Brooks (OC) | Pre-War AU

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Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: actual content! from me! i had to post these back to back to repay for my crimes, and another is queued for tomorrow!

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Elodie had only worked at an actual Vault-Tec office for three months, but she was convinced that everything was held together with duct tape, and that policies were implemented whenever the wind changed direction. The picturesque location and experimental HR department was all just a façade over the same crumbling Vault-Tec infrastructure.

For example, they’d randomly decided that, in order to get spare printer paper, everyone had to sign a contract stating they’d only come back for refills once the first batch was empty. They also had to fill out a physical sign-out sheet for the pens in the supply closets, even if the pens weren’t meant to be returned.

The wind must have been something fierce today, as the most recent policy change was a doozy.

Flashing across her screen was an urgent message. It was more like a warning, if she was being honest. As of today, all Vault-Tec employees working on the Three Vaults Project had to schedule a Pip-Boy fitting and acquire a Pip-Boy before entering the Vaults. By the same time next week, keycards would no longer work, and the only methods of identification and access would be via Pip-Boy connection.

Elodie barely even knew what a Pip-Boy was, having seen it on the wrists of executives like Hank, the ever chipper Bud Askins, or the still elusive Barb Howard. She knew it was almost like a watch, but could track vital functions, and could even serve as an inventory tracker. Either way, it was a ridiculous thing to have to wear, and she wasn't too keen on needing it. It’d weigh down her left arm, and she’d have to switch her mother’s pearl bracelet to her right wrist, which might be just enough change to make her disgruntled for a whole workweek.

She sighed, opening her calendar and flipping to today’s date. She held her phone to her ear and dialed the office tasked with Pip-Boy assignments.

“IT, Chet speaking. What can I help you with?”

“Hey, Chet,” Elodie began, twirling a pen around her fingers, “are there any appointments today for the Pip-Boys?”

She remembered him from a while back, when she’d walked with Norm to his office after meeting for lunch. He was an incredibly tall man, and it was strange to learn that he was Norm and Lucy’s second cousin. Apparently, they hadn’t even realized, given that they’d met at work. Tracing their families back to Rose was the key, or at least that’s what Elodie had been told.

“Let me check the schedule…”

There was a moment of silence, followed by humming and a shuffling of papers.

“There’s a slot available at 12:45, and then another at 2:15.”

“Surprising you aren’t booked up yet,” she said, pencilling in the earlier appointment. “I’ll come in for 12:45, if that works.”

“Yeah, a lot of people have been asking us for appointments tomorrow,” Chet replied. “I’ll add you to the schedule.”

“Thanks, Chet,” Elodie hummed, clicking her pen absent-mindedly. “I’ll see you then, hm?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then! Please just don’t forget to bring your ID with you, I already had to cancel an appointment with two different mechanics.”

Elodie snorted a bit, then coughed to try and contain her laughter.

“Will do. Thanks again, Chet.”

“No problemo.”

She hung up the phone, then burst into a fit of laughter. Of course it was mechanics who messed up the process. They were the ones who’d broken three of her specially-made hydroponics pipes in the last two weeks, and all they had to do was install them. And of course Chet was the type of guy to say ‘no problemo’ unironically.

God, maybe this was going to be more interesting than she thought.

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Right on time, Elodie strolled into the office, a strange side room in the Engineering and Technology building. She grabbed tightly onto her messenger bag, feeling her anxiety spike as she realized the seating area in the middle of all of the IT offices was entirely empty. Their doors were all closed, but her main concern was that Norm’s door was closed. She was here on time, right? They’d said 12:45 today, not tomorrow? And they meant PM, not-

“Hey, Elodie,” Chet said, pushing open the door to Norm’s office as an unknown person trailed behind him. “Just give us a sec, okay?”

She nodded, watching and listening as Chet explained something to the person. It was very likely she’d get the same instructions, so she decided it was best to turn her attention to her nails, which felt like something had gotten stuck under them. She softly picked at them, then unfurled her fingers to observe the polish.

“El.”

Her back instantly straightened as Norm’s voice drifted from his office. She looked over, and he was looking at her, an eyebrow raised.

“Come sit, we’ll wait for Chet to do his thing.”

“Oh, sure,” she said, grinning sheepishly as she made her way into his office. She placed her bag beside the spare chair before sitting down. “How’s your day been?”

“Terrible,” he said, making Elodie regret asking in the first place. “Exec told us about this Pip-Boy thing yesterday. One day before everyone else.”

“That’s… exactly what I’d thought happened.”

Norm sighed, shrugging.

“But… is it true we can’t get into the vaults otherwise? That’s a big change, even for them.”

“Not yet, it’s not. They’re pushing that update to the systems next week,” he said, grumbling. “They’re installing new control panels right now. Only Pip-Boy interfaces going forwards!”

His face scrunched up as his voice rose an octave, seemingly mocking one of the administrators he was completely frustrated with. She briefly thought to ask who, but she knew he was both too stressed, and in too public of a place to openly slander one of his superiors.

She didn’t blame him one bit for any of this, though. This sucked, and it was entirely the administration’s fault.

“I see,” Elodie said, watching as he typed something into his computer. “Do you know why they’re rolling out the Pip-Boys so suddenly?”

“No idea,” he said, turning to her. “All I know is that I was given a list of roughly three hundred and fifty employees who need Pip-Boys by the end of this week.”

“That’s… insane.”

“It’s weird,” he said, furrowing his brows. “It’s the same list as the one I was telling you about. The vault admission database.”

“They probably just pulled everyone that works on the project,” Elodie said in reply. “It was easier than random names, I guess.”

“Still weird, though,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I made that database.”

“That was three months ago.”

“I know,” he said, voice gaining an air of annoyance. “Forget it. I don’t even know where I was going with this.”

“No, no. It’s fine, I agree that it’s weird, I just… I don’t know why they’d do it, other than convenience,” she said, feeling her heart sink. She didn’t want him to think that she wasn’t interested, because she liked to hear his thoughts and theories. It didn’t seem right to keep the same topic, though, with how he’d turned to his computer and began typing things onto it. Clearly, he was a bit too annoyed, and it was starting to stress her out.

“Anyways, uh, how’s your computer at home? You said you were getting the parts in because they were on backorder, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, face softening. Elodie breathed a sigh of relief, even if he still seemed incredibly high-strung. “I just got in the last piece I needed to get it working again.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Can I come watch you build it?”

“If you want,” he said, looking up at her. “I’ll probably build it this weekend. You can help, if you don't touch what you’re not supposed to.”

“I’ll try my best not to break your motherboard,” she said, and he chuckled in response.

“Don’t take a screwdriver to it.”

“Then don’t hand me a screwdriver.”

He rolled his eyes, holding his hand out. She looked at him, tilting her head slightly. Was he offering to-

“Could I have your ID? I remember all of your other details.”

Oh. That made more sense.

She placed the card into his hand, and he flipped it over as he typed into the computer again.

“What details do you know, then?”

“Your birthday, your full name, your job title…”

“What’s my middle name, then? To make sure you got it right.”

“Moira.”

He rolled his eyes, and Elodie saw a challenge.

“What about my favorite color?”

“Your Pip-Boy doesn't need to know that.”

“But you do.”

“What?”

Norm stopped typing as he looked at her. Her smile stretched across her face, tight-lipped and red-cheeked as she tried to contain her laughter. It was always fun to mess with him, especially since he was the one who tended to mess with her.

Maybe it’d help clear away his sour mood, and make his incredibly tedious day just a bit better. It was worth a shot, so she asked again.

“What about my favorite color? Do you know it?”

His cheeks were slightly pink, but maybe it was the lighting. He kept up the silence, blinking a few times and swallowing before speaking. The MacLeans all resembled each other when their eyes grew wide and their brains worked overtime.

“Green. When we were kids, you’d always take the green stuff. Bowls, straws, the little party favors that came in the Vault-Tec lunchboxes.”

“You’re lucky it’s still my favorite,” she grinned, and just barely, he breathed a sigh of relief. “If I remember correctly, you always took the blue ones.”

“I still like blue. I had a few years where I liked black,” Norm said, handing her back her ID. She clipped it back onto her belt, watching him carefully as he continued to type a few more things into the computer.

“Both are very fitting for you. Very dark, and dreary,” she snickered, and he shot her a glare.

“I’m not dreary, I just… this job is boring,” he said, sighing.

“What would you rather do? Instead of this?”

“I wanted to work at the Game Studios. But that wasn't what my dad wanted for me.”

“You could always transfer.”

“I can't. My dad pulled some strings to get me hired here, and I don’t want to…”

Norm paused, and she got a glimpse of what felt like worry in his eyes. He was always a reserved person who kept his cards, and emotions, close to his chest. Even as a kid, he was quiet, and Elodie usually could get him to talk only if she talked to him first. And now, it seemed like she’d accidentally pushed him into a minefield.

“I don’t want to disappoint him again, Elodie. He still thinks highly of me, even after he got pissed at me for failing my classes. I don’t have any other choice, to be honest.”

Her back straightened as her eyebrows creased. She thought he’d dropped out of the Overseer program of his own volition, but that didn’t seem to be the case in reality. He’d said he wasn’t happy in the program, but she didn't think he was the type to get Fs regardless. He was always getting As in school, even if he put in the minimal amount of effort for classes he despised.

But, that was elementary school.

He'd definitely changed since then. They’d changed since then, even if they felt like close friends. They were still different people, adults with so much to learn about each other.

“I… understand,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

There it was again, the anxiety of tiptoeing around difficult conversations. She felt like she knew him, yes, but not enough to have discussions on his relationship with his dad, which only seemed to grow more strenuous every time they talked about it. It wasn’t like this when they were kids, as far as Elodie remembered. But, then again, Hank wasn’t home too often anyways, so the rose-tinted recollection of long-lost days was likely inaccurate by this point.

“It’s fine, El. It’s just… if I have to assign three hundred Pip-Boys in five days just so I can have a roof over my head, I’ll do it.”.

Norm wouldn't want her to distrust Hank, but that comment really struck a nerve. He’d threatened to kick Norm out? Over a job? Their relationship seemed better now, at least from what Elodie had seen. They were cordial, happy, even if Norm tended to be an ass. Elodie’s brain was itching to learn about the unspoken past she’d never seen, and would likely never ask about, but she knew it was improper to ask.

Her attention was drawn back when he pulled open a drawer, the sound drawing a wince from her. He placed a tape measure on the counter, sighing as he spun away from his computer and held out his hands.

“I have to measure your left wrist, so we can get you the right size Pip-Boy,” he explained, looking up at her through his eyelashes.

She was definitely too late for the consolation, but perhaps it was best to just skip over all of that and try again another time. She could easily just keep the topic light, avoid any mention of his family, or his previous jobs, or anything that’d upset him.

Maybe she could even ask his favorite fruit, if she dared.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” she said, placing her left arm and placing it between his hands. He wrapped the tape measure around her wrist, clicking his tongue before measuring approximately five inches up her forearm. He jotted some notes on a piece of paper, then bellowed for Chet, who quickly took it and disappeared back out of the room.

Elodie, though, was busy trying to quell the nerves that seemed to always come with close proximity to him. It felt wrong to be so close to him, for him to touch her, after he'd been vulnerable and she’d done nothing to even help. He was probably still upset, and she’d only made it worse. She didn’t deserve to-

“El.”

Her eyes snapped up, and she was sure he could see right through her.

“What’s my favorite food?”

“Huh?”

“You were annoying me about your favorite stuff. Do you know mine?”

“I don’t think asking your favorite food is fair,” she said, huffing. “I remember that it was pizza when you were a kid, because we had the same favorite food back then.”

“I don’t have a favorite, actually,” he said, and she blew air out of her nose in annoyance.

“Ugh, not fair at all! And besides, asking a favorite color is easy, but, like, my opinion on food changes every day. And there’s so many foods! Like, yesterday, I’d say tortellini. But, today, I’d probably say… a meatball sub. I dunno. Just ask something more concrete.”

Norm grinned, leaning against the desk. Knowing him, he was finding some sort of sick amusement in pushing her buttons like this. And she was giving him exactly what he wanted, responding in a way she knew he’d find amusing. His whole demeanor, now, was charming, and a smile grew on her face as she, too, leaned in, awaiting his question.

His eyes scanned her face, before his lips turned his thoughts into words.

“Fine, fine. When's my birthday?”

He clearly didn’t think as hard as she thought he did. That was an easy one, he was born two weeks before her. That’s why their mothers came to know each other. That’s why they even knew each other.

“December 30th,” she said, grinning, “but you hate Christmas because you always get joint birthday-Christmas gifts.”

“See, I can’t make it too easy,” Norm said, halfheartedly rolling his eyes as he shook his head. “You’ll know the answers.”

“I mean, we don’t have to keep quizzing each other,” she sighed. “I was trying to be funny, though. You seemed… stressed. I didn’t want to stress you out more, you’ve got enough going on with all this Pip-Boy stuff.”

He leaned back, a look of curiosity sparking across his face. He also seemed as if he was analyzing her expression, but it was likely that he was always doing that. Now, though, he made it obvious, with how his eyes scanned over her entire face, then locked onto hers.

Elodie couldn’t lie, it really made her feel as if she was a single-celled organism under a microscope. She’d pretend to get mad at him for it, but she knew it wasn’t the time.

“You can make it better by answering a question.”

“Sure. Fine. Ask away.”

“What’s your favorite song, El?”

“Orange Colored Sky,” she said, furrowing her brow. “Why?”

“You didn’t seem to like the pressure of being asked my favorites, so I figured it’d be better to just ask you instead. Even if it is fun to watch you squirm, I'd rather learn more about you.”

She flushed, letting out a huff. Elodie wasn’t about to let him get on her nerves, even if she felt her stomach flutter at the way he was staring at her.

Stupid anxiety.

“Do you have a favorite song?”

“Not really,” he replied, leaning back in his chair. “The Ink Spots are good. I don’t have a favorite, though.”

“I’m sensing a pattern,” she replied, mimicking his posture and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Do you have a favorite anything?”

“Not… really, now that I think about it,” he said, eyes locking onto hers. “There’s not many things I like.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Do you just tolerate me, then?”

“Maybe.”

She looked at their hands, and her left hand was still between both of his. They were both leaning towards each other on the desk, she noted, flicking her gaze back to his. The uneasy fluttering in her gut turned into a stagnant pool of worry. She had no idea why her body was reacting like this, or why a small part of her brain was wanting him to take her hand in his, and lace their fingers together.

She swore his hand turned towards hers, and the pad of his thumb almost-

“One Pip-Boy, size small!”

Elodie jumped backwards, straightening out her back as Chet dropped a box onto the desk, patting the top of it.

“Sorry I took so long. We ran out of smalls in the closer storage room, so I had to go to the third floor. I’ll put in an order for tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Chet,” Norm said, glaring up at the man.

Elodie was sure her face was as red as her blouse, especially with how her heart was beating in her chest. Norm was her friend, her surprisingly caring and sweet friend that she’d quickly rekindled a lost relationship with. They’d occasionally gone on walks and talked about the most mundane things. He was good company, and always made her day better.

And yet, here she was, staring at his hands as he opened the box Chet had brought. She wanted to hold those hands, and she didn’t know why.

“It looks heavier than it actually is,” Norm said, lifting the hunk of metal out of the box. The packaging was nice, but could hardly distract her from the fire running through her veins.

“That’s reassuring.”

“Try it on. Give me your hand.”

She couldn’t let him know what she was thinking. He could never know how desperate she was for him to follow through, for his hand to turn and graze against hers. Especially not with Chet hovering around the room, specifically watching Norm secure the Pip-Boy around her wrist.

Fuck, this wasn’t anxiety, was it? This was a terrible thing she’d tried to forget. It's happened countless times in university, and she felt like a disgusting creep each time. She thought he was attractive. A more childish individual would say she had a crush, but she knew in her heart it wasn’t that severe yet.

If it ever came to that, she'd never be able to talk to him again. How embarrassing, developing a crush on someone you were friends with as a kid. But she couldn't deny his allure, the way she’d wanted to be around him for the past few months.

Oh God, it went deeper than she’d thought. Maybe it was-

“Tilt your wrist around, try it out,” Norm said, fingers nearly grazing hers as he gestured towards the on button. “This turns it on, then I can explain the rest.”

Elodie sharply swallowed, lifting up her wrist and furrowing her brows at the feeling. The Pip-Boy was a bit heavy, just enough to give her a distraction from the thoughts that threatened to swallow her whole. She probably looked a fool, face red and body thrumming with the urge to run.

The urge was overridden by the need to not make a fool of herself, as she pressed the on button and watched the screen flicker to life.

“Alright, there’s a cable at the back that lets you interface with terminals,” Norm said, accompanying his words with a demonstration. A hands-on demonstration, with his fingers grazing the back of her hand and finding the aforementioned wire.

“O-oh, that’s neat,” she said, not processing anything. His fingertips were soft, she thought they’d be calloused with how much he worked with his hands. Maybe she’d missed it, maybe the touch was too sudden and quick to have any significant sensation.

She really should focus.

“It’s retractable, and you’ll need it to open the doors in the vault,” Norm said, plugging it into his computer. “I’ll load your profile onto it, don’t move your hand too far.”

“W-wasn't planning on it.”

She watched carefully as he did… whatever he was doing on the computer. Within moments, he’d pulled the plug out again, and placed it back into the holster on the back of the Pip-Boy.

Elodie gently pulled her hand back, eyes flickering up to meet his as she tentatively turned one of the many knobs adorning it. The menus weren't too hard to navigate, especially since Norm was prone to explaining every detail to her. She’d definitely have to parse through it at home, far from his prying eyes, which were a brilliant shade of brown.

God, she really needed to focus better.

“If you have any questions, you can always message me,” Norm said, the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

“Or me! If he’s not answering, since he hates when too many people message him,” Chet chimed in, and Elodie swore Norm scowled up at him again.

“Elodie’s the exception,” the shorter man replied, sighing. “Anything you need, feel free to message. Or drop by, the door’s always open for you.”

“Thank you, Norm,” she said, nervously playing with her fingers. “And Chet, of course. For running all the way to the third floor.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s part of my job!”

Norm simply nodded, locking eyes with Elodie as he did. She hated when he did this, her stomach fluttering at the simplest action of his. She’d definitely have to go home and write all of this into a journal, then burn the journal and forget that this ever happened.

“I appreciate it. I hope you both get a good lunch break, with all these appointments.”

“We will,” Norm said, nodding. “Go eat. You can’t work on an empty stomach.”

“Neither can you. If I had any sense, I’d make you come with me, since I know you’re prone to skipping lunch.”

“So are you,” Norm said, standing from his chair and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I should come with you, just to make sure you don't go right back to work.”

“You don’t have to, Norm. You’re probably booked, with the Pip-Boys and stuff.”

“It’s my lunch break, so they can’t really stop me from leaving,” he said, shrugging. “You want to come with, Chet?”

“I-I mean, sure,” the taller man said, blinking a few times. “It’s my break too, but I figured you’d both want to… go together?”

“No!”

Norm looked at her, and she backpedaled quickly. She really hated how her mouth often worked faster than her brain, exuding her panic before she could consciously process it.

“Sorry, sorry,” she stammered, waving her hands in front of her. “Ah, I meant, you’re welcome to come with us. I’d love to get to know you more.”

Something glimmered across Norm’s eyes, but it was far too fast for Elodie to process and put a name to.

“Well, any ideas on where to go?”

Elodie was curious why Chet even got the invite, but was insanely grateful that the man was tagging along. He seemed to be a good conversationalist, with how he expertly segued into a more approachable topic that wasn’t going to make her embarrassment all too noticeable.

“Pizza? There’s a good spot down the street,” Norm said, hands in his pockets as he strolled towards the door. “I can drive.”

“It better be actual pizza, Norm. Like a New York slice,” Elodie added, smirking slightly as she tried her best to regain her conversational footing.

“It’s good pizza,” he replied, shrugging. “I don’t remember what a New York slice tastes like, Ms. Eastern Commonwealth.”

“You grew up there, you should know.”

“Whatever. Try the pizza, maybe you’ll like it.”

“Okay, okay,” she said, giggling. “I’ll keep an open mind.”

As they walked out of the building, a slightly confused Chet in tow, she couldn’t help but wonder how much better would this be if she was holding his hand. God, she hoped to every god and deity out there that this was a feeling she could sleep off. If it wasn't gone by this time tomorrow, she was definitely done for. All she could do was hope that she’d wake up cured.

“You coming, El?”

Norm gestured to the front seat of his car. Chet, begrudgingly, was crawling into the back. She locked eyes with the shorter man, feeling an uneasy anxiety mingle with an unsettling amount of positivity.

“Oh, yeah! Sorry.”

[sunny-ylw-scout]

Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.

How would you rate your current employment?

Thank you for your co-operation.

@tf2-data-collection-agency

aw its real good, pays well too! thanks for askin bud!

[fucking-radroaches]

Hancock is outside having a smoke. He watches as the gate opens and one of the men starts talking to the pretty redhead. He overhears the guy threatening her. Askin for money to protect her.

What bull is this… uh-uh not in his town.

Hancock walks up, “hey bud- what’s going on?” He puts a ‘friendly’ hand on his shoulder squeezing.

Without warning he plunges his knife into the guy’s guts. Before sheathing the knife again.

He tips his hat at the woman and leaves.

“Somebody clean up the trash.” He mutters heading into the old state house.

@crawl-out-through-the-fallout4

Evelyn glances down at the dead guy, deciding to step over him and follow the strangely attractive noseless ghoul. "Hey, uh... Thanks for that, I guess? I, uh... Well, this might be obvious, but I'm not familiar with the area and you seem to be in charge so I was hoping to get some directions or something? I dunno, I'm pretty confused lately..."

[ask-riff-lorton]

Hey bud, you ok?

-@ask-graziella

' Yeah im alright thanks for askin' Grazie '

[askraddyred]

Am back! >:D

I just wanted to ask, how is you day going so far :]

" Ehhhh. Its been alright. Iffy but mostly okay. Thanks for askin bud. How about yours? "

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

At this point sweetie, I am 90% sure Bloody has regressed and one can not make a cat clean up their messes right?

*I get down on my knees to look into Lunar's eyes*

I understand that the mess was made by Bloody but he is not in the right mindset to fix it. And he has too much energy to effectively clean up. Right now, all we can do is salvage what we can, lower Bloody's energy levels, take care of him once he enters his caffeine crash, than talk with Sun. And that is also not accounting for how Bloody is likely regressed.

*I lift a tube up and lightly tap Lunar* I can most certainly do the cleaning on my own. I asked you for help because you are here. We can find premium bonking tubes from this mess and bonk the others with them afterwards.

Solar: See? It's not that we don't want Bloody ta help clean up, he probably can't really understand that he should or what we're askin'. We'd appreciate it if ya helped, but ya don't have to.

Lunar: ...I'll help.

Solar: *smiles* Thanks, bud.

Bloody: *whines and butts some of the papers with his head, clumsily making a pile*

Solar: There ya go, good job Bloody.

Bloody: *wags his tail and wiggles happily, still scooting the mess together*