#diamonds are a mercs only friend

[charybdiaa]

Something I drew while writing my new fanfic project! Unrelated to the actual plot of it so I'm posting it separate. Jackie Welles and V having the best male friendship for like 7 straight chapters

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[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Your tf2 headcannons make me smile :), how about the mercs going into their favorite game for a day and they have ti survive

Would The TF2 Mercs Survive In Their Favorite Video Game World? (+ Their Favorite Video Games)

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Awe! I'm so glad I can make you smile 😭Honestly makes me so happy in general to be able to make stuff people enjoy! For the sake of this to make seance I'm going to pretend that all these games work on real human time and take 24hrs for a day to pass (If the game takes more than one day to beat) or the game to be finished. (If the days passing is unspecified)

Also! Mutual appreciation comment time! Thank you for being a mutual I love your asks and thank you for all the likes 💖

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Okay enough of that to the prompt!

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TW: BLOOD, GORE, AND MENTIONS OF DEATH!

SPOILERS TOO FOR, OUTLAST, UNDERTALE,

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Demo- Borderlands 2

Of course Demo would love a game with mayhem, destruction, and humor. He also loves the fact that (for him at least) the game never gets boring, or dull. He always has fun when ever he loads up the game, so waking up one day in the game was both super exciting, and terrifying. I think he would survive, but then die as soon as the day was almost over, like he's not dying the second he wakes up, he's pretty good at the game after all, but he'd get confident, and then two seconds before the day his over he's shot in the head or something 😭

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Engie- Minecraft

I know, I know. It's not a fresh, new, or even controversial take, it's just what everyone assumes, but I wholeheartedly agree Minecraft is his favorite game. He loves the freedom to build, he thinks it super cool he can use things that he would normally not be able to build with. He also loves being able to play with his friends (Pyro and Scout) specifically. He's beat the game at least ten times, and knows the game inside and out. Waking up in the game was suppressing, but to be honest, I think he's had weirder situations happen. He immediately knows what to do, and is on it. After only twenty minutes of being in the game, he's already working on a house, by time the night is actually here he's somehow found diamonds and is working on his nether portal, is so upset to wake up in his bed the next day. He's bitter he couldn't finish the game. Doesn't die, obviously, but did have strong words with a skeleton after receiving an arrow to the back of the head.

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Heavy- Animal Crossing New Horizons.

I'm going to say it, this man doesn't really like violent video games. I know, controversial. My thing is, I don't think some of the mercs want to spend all their time killing, and then come back and kill fictional characters. But I could be wrong, but that doesn't matter because Heavy like Animal Crossing. He loves the villagers, loves the mundane tasks, loves how just, relaxing playing the game is. If he woke up on his AC island he'd be so happy. Hugs all the villagers, fishes, catches bugs, talks to Blathers about literally everything he can. This man is just having a great time, and I for one, am happy for him. Doesn't die (Even if he could, he still wouldn't) But did get stung by wasps at least once trying to catch them.

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Medic- Outlast (For the sake of the game being finished in the way Outlast is played medic is forced into the same confines Miles is put in)

Are we shocked that this man loves one of the most iconic horror games ever made? Loves how many boundaries it destroyed, how gross some of the parts are, and how bloody other parts can be. Giggles at all the gory scenes. ALSO WHEN SEES THE DOCTOR??? When he wakes up in the world, he's very excited until he remembers how pretty much useless Miles is. He still, remains confident in his survival skills, still goes through the physical issues Miles goes through, and finds that to be rather inconvenient, (Regrets always complaining about how upset Miles seems to get, but he understands now that maybe, just maybe, when you aren't able to heal almost immediately, that losing a finger or two isn't super easy to cope with) but regardless, he does survive, he doesn't die because of a lack of skill or overconfidence, but dies do to the plot advancement, you know?

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Scout- Apex Legends

I think in the same vein as Engie, this probably isn't a fresh take, but it still fits. Scout is good at Apex, like really good. I think it's easy to make him a silly little guy, but he's ruthless when he wants or needs to be. This man is an Apex champion more than most people, has more kills than you'd ever think, and is honestly a better teammate in Apex than on the field with the other mercs 😭 He wakes up in Apex world and he's so thrilled, he's ready to put his real-world skills into his favorite game and does pretty well until he's knocked down by an enemy, he hides behind a box and waits for his teammates to come help him, they start moving father away, he moves over to them, they move again, he bleeds out as his two other teammates walk away from him. (Totally never happened to me) then they didn't pick up his banner, so eventually, he just woke up after dying and is so pissed. It did make him a bit kinder when it comes to helping out his teammates, in hopes that he'll never go through that again.

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Sniper- Superhot

Way too good at Superhot, it's almost troubling how many hours he's put into the game. You'd swear you could see the enemies shaking anytime they appear on camera. Sniper sometimes uses this as an opportunity to practice dodging, but also just has fun fighting against an enemy. Loves the slo-mo shots he can get. Loves splitting enemies in half with different weapons. Also love the mind control and weird story setup of it all. If he woke up suddenly pixilated, fighting other pixilated entities, he's either freaking out or shrugging it off. Probably the latter, knowing him. He survives well, with only a few close calls, it's a lot easier when your hitbox isn't an entire VR headset after all. Genuinely has fun being put in the Superhot world for a day.

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Spy- Hitman

Now, I thought I'd be so clever and come up with original ideas, but I was wrong. I think Spy plays Hitman plays for ideas, how weapons would look, how messy a kill would be, etc. Also loves being able to have very minimal risk when he's "killing" It stresses a guy out when you live life trying not to get caught every day, you know? As much as this man likes this game, he is so pissy when he wakes up in this game. He's basically just living a full 24 hours of his regular day job and is exhausted by the end of it. He does a good job, doesn't get caught, and manages to keep his suit clean. Has never been so received to wake up.

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Soldier- Call of Duty Modern Warfare

A man who loves war likes a game about war, who would have guessed? No, but in all honesty, the military aspect is one of his favorite parts of it, he also loves the range of weapons and all the different roles you can play in the game. I'm not going to lie though, if he woke up in the COD world, he'd probably have a breakdown. Like he'd freak thinking everything before this was a fever dream, but he'll eventually figure it out. He would kill at any task he was given, and survive, he'd wake up and immediately feel better because as much as he loves the game, he never wants to go back.

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Pyro- Undertale

Pyro loves Undertale so much that it's insane. Has played his game, at least 30 times. Has never, not even once, played the genocide route. They cannot bring themselves to kill a froggit, let alone Papyrus or anyone else. When Pyro wakes up in the Undertale world they are thrilled, jumping up and down, giggling, screaming, you know all that fun. Literally gives Toriel the biggest hug ever. They have the best time of their life. Manages to do a deathless run, somehow, probably because of the insane amount of times they've played through it, but is heartbroken that they wake up after only being able to get through the neutral route.

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I'm sorry this took so long! I loved this prompt but I hit a slump, and I've been fighting with myself to get it posted, I'm sorry if it's not great, I hope you like it though 💖

I'll try and be more consistent I promise 🫶🏻

[mrssimply]

ROADRAGE

V stopped the Porsche, tires screeching into an abrupt halt, dust flying everywhere around the car. He got out of the driver's seat like he'd the devil on his ass. 

And maybe that was more accurate than imagined. Johnny let out a mean laugh when V slammed the door and kneeled on his seat to crawl over the shift. His handsome face was twisted into a snarl, aviators firmly placed on his nose as he lowered the window completely.

V was shaking as he paced in front of the car. If he’d longer hair, he would be tearing it right now. As it was, he gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the anger. It was rare nowaday that Johnny could work him like that, but the rocker had been in a foul mood the whole night, and talked shit without a break.

They’d been driving a while before V threw them on the side of this deserted road in the middle of the Badlands. A twenty minutes trip under Johnny’s constant belittling and nagging, and whining, and anti-corpo propaganda, and general criticism of V’s life choices.

Until he lost control.

“Aww, what’s the matter, babe?” Johnny sneered with a mean smile, “Did I get you all jealous?”

V closed his eyes and tried to find the patience and serenity needed to deal with Johnny when he got like that, but found none. He kept seeing the man slouched enticingly right next to that Animal psycho. She could’ve snapped his spine in three with her pinky but Johnny kept taunting her and making lewder and lewder suggestions. Worse was, she hadn’t been immune, her interest shifting from the business V had wanted her to conduct to the resurrected legend by his side.

Legs wide open, stretching his dark jeans until he might have torn them apart, Johnny had sagged in his seat, making his shirt ride up and flashing her with a hint of his flat stomach. V’s Kiroshis had zoomed despite his best intentions to her nostrils flaring, and her pupils dilating visibly. 

Johnny had smirked, his victory visible to V from the corner of his eyes, making it clear this was entirely intentional.

That was when the merc snapped.

He opened his eyes and turned to Johnny. Like a cobra rising out of its basket, the man was now bent through the window, looking at him with anger.

“Is that why you headtailed out of that gig? Are you that gonk? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make them heel for good and you botched it, why? ‘cause you can’t handle some cow making eyes at me?!”

“She wasn’t just making eyes at you,” V growled, stepping closer, pulled into the maelstrom surrounding Johnny like this was his first rodeo with the man.

The rocker laughed, out loud and cutting like a knife. 

“So what?! It’s not like I couldn’t have taken her.”

“I don’t think that’s what she was thinking about,” the merc hissed through his teeth, nearly nose to nose with his friend.

Johnny’s face fell into a sneer, eyes like cold diamonds behind his glasses. 

“Oh yeah? What was she thinking about huh?” he challenged, “Same thing you’re thinking about half the time, right? I don’t see where the problem is, V, if she was bold enough to try, maybe I should let her have a go.”

Jerking back and turning on his heels, V put some distance between them. He wasn’t gonna lose his cool, because that was exactly what Johnny had been looking for since he woke up yesterday.

“Let’s fucking go back, V,” Johnny growled, “right the fuck now.”

V only glared at him from over his shoulder, arms crossed.

“Get me back here so I can let her do what you’re obviously not capable off,” the man went on, pointing to the general direction of the city.

Amazingly, after his rebirth, Johnny had let V continue driving the Porsche. A clear proof of love if you believed Kerry and Rogue. V felt like this was a cursed gift because while Johnny insisted V drive him around, the man was on his ass the moment he took a too sharp turn, yapping on about his precious girl. The point was that Johnny liked to use V as his personal taxi, but the merc wasn’t in the mood right now.

“Drive yourself,” V replied, giving him the finger.

They looked at each other in stubborn silence, before Johnny smirked again. 

“Fine,” he concluded, becoming liquid as he folded himself back into the car.

V blinked, experiencing a moment of doubt. Johnny wasn’t really gonna get back to that mammoth, right? He wasn’t gonna let her do what he’d hinted at, right?

But the rocker was also known for his stupid pride, and apparently this was now a matter of making V lose, whatever the cost.

As Johnny turned the key into the ignition, V stepped closer again, arms coming loose at his sides.

“You’re not really going back,” he declared. 

Leaning into his seat and resting his metal arm on the windowsill, Johnny looked at V from over his glasses.

“What if I am? I mean, did you see her fingers? Bet it’s gonna feel amazing around my throat.”

In a last bid for wisdom, V tried to close his eyes again, like that had ever worked for anyone.

“Johnny…”

“V..” the man drawled the same way.

“You’re not going back to her.”

“Or yeah? You gonna do something to stop me?”

That was the question. V knew what Johnny was aiming at, he could understand the need crawling under his skin, but he generally turned to Kerry for that. 

“Are you gonna stop me?” Johnny breathed again, mouth right by V’s ear. “Shut me up like you’ve been dreaming the whole way here?”

His voice brought shiver to V’s flesh, an excited frisson running down his spine. 

“Or are you gonna choke up and chicken out? ‘Cause I bet she won’t. I bet she could hold me down and destroy me with just one hand.”

Before he realized, V had Johnny’s chin in a tight grip, fingers whitening around the rocker’s red mouth.

“Fine,” he snarled, “I’ll give it to you, bitch.”

[Continue reading on AO3]

[crazyk-imagine]

Chapter X: Can't Start the Party if it Don't Start

Characters: Sulane “Sullie” Celeste, Jasner "Jas" Verbane, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense "Logan" Mitchell, Katie Knight, Mama Knight, Kelly Wainwright, Gustavo Rocque, Merceds, Jo Taylor, Camille Roberts

Warnings: Fluff, angst, James is an idiot, Jasner is a dork, Sulane has two guys that want to date her, drama continues, Jasner makes a move get shot down but then back in the game, the boys are dumb, Sulane is always there to save the day

Word Count: 3,289

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Sulane sits in her apartment, doing nothing and is enjoying it but- she takes a bite of her licorice, mumbling, “this feels like a trap.”

If only the universe hadn’t heard her and manifested a nuisance for her to deal with.

She doesn’t have to look to see who it was. “Hey, Jas. How was your night after your date?”

He slams the door shut. “I am never listening to you for dating advice again.”

“I didn’t tell you to date her.”

He furrows his brows, staring at her a face that was a mix of anger and confusion. “You’re the one that made the date happen.”

She scoffs, shaking her head. “I did no such thing.”

“You did. You’re the one that practically threw me to that- she-demon.”

“Okay, I know she’s a lot at times but calling her a she-demon is a little much.”

“Whatever,” he pouts, crossing his arms. “I didn’t want my first date to go that way.”

“What was that?”

“I just- I thought when I had my first date it’d be with someone I liked, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I thought I’d be going out with someone who I liked and was kind of like my friend first, kind of like you.”

She turns to look at him. “What?”

He shrugs, staring at her from the dining chair. “I thought I’d be dating you by now.”

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The boys planned on grabbing Sulane before they left, effectively ruining her plans of hanging out by the pool so she could talk to the girls.

“Come on.” Carlos pulls her.

“We need your help,” Logan adds.

She tries to pull her arm out of their grip. “With what?”

They glance at one another.

“Something important,” the brainiac explains.

“It’s too early for this, I haven’t had my coffee yet.”

“Since when did you drank coffee?” The helmet lover asks.

“Since you guys got hired.”

“I feel like we should be offended,” Logan says.

She nods, “you should be.”

“That’s hurtful,” Kendall chimes in.

She rolls her eyes, “whatever. Take me where we’re supposed to be going. Let’s get this over with.”

“It’s gonna be fun,” says James.

“I don’t like the tone you used.”

“What tone? I didn’t have a tone.”

“There is some heavy mischief in there somewhere.”

“Ignore him. Onward,” Logan pushes her ahead of the others.

They turn the corner and stop as the boys smell the air.

The teen scrunched her nose, confused, and alarmed by their behavior. “What’s wrong with-”

“I smell party!” They take off, almost leaving her behind until James runs back and grabs her hand, hauling her with him.

“Oh, yeah.”

They wander into the studio, taking notice of the fancy party décor.

“What's going on?” Asks Kendall.

“Please tell us it's a party,” James and Carlos plead to Kelly and Gustavo.

“It is the Big-Time Rush party celebrating the making the making of your first album,” the more experienced assistant informs them.

“Oh, yeah. Was I supposed to be here?”

Kelly shakes her head.

The producer knows where this is going and knows he needs to stop them before they do something crazy. “No. You're not invited.”

That instantly drops their party mood. “What? Why?”

“One, it's a classy party for executives only. Two, I don't need dogs around playing with their food.”

“We don't play with food,” the leader and brainiac defend themselves.

“James and Carlos, turn around,” Kelly orders them.

The two turn around, using some of the good to make a monster face as they growl.

Sulane shakes her head. “Oh, lord.”

“I gotta get new friends,” Logan mutters, knowing these are the exact reasons why they aren’t allowed to the party. “I second that.”

“Wait, wait, wait. How can you have a Big-Time Rush party without Big-Time Rush?” Carlos asks.

“You'll be here in spirit, and in cut-out form,” Kelly tells them, using a nice tone. Hoping it’ll ease the heartache as she gestures to the bands cutout that was just brought in.

“Well, we're staying.”

Sulane’s head snaps over to look at Kendall. “Uh,” she points to him, circling the four. “I hope you mean you guys because I did not agree to those terms and conditions.”

“Fine.” Guatavo doesn’t listen to her and focuses on the leader’s last comment.

The boys cross their arms, wanting to make it look like they don’t care. “Fine.”

The producer runs towards the decoy he brought in for them. “Fine! You can stay. But do not go in my super party fun box.”

“Please tell me- yeah, no. They did it.” She turns back to the adults. “Why am I left with the idiots?”

“Because the dogs listen to you more.”

“They really don’t.”

“I agree with Gustavo on this one.”

“Kelly! Not helping.”

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The four push the other person in front of them, hoping to get out and get more air faster with less people in their way.

“I can't believe we fell for that,” Kendall comments.

“Oh, Yeah. Definitely didn’t see that one coming.”

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to.” She says before pulling out her English homework. “Now, go find someone else to disturb. I have homework to finish.”

- ah, ah, ah-ah, oh -

Mama Knight and Katie walk out from their room.

“Hey. I'm taking Katie on a day trip; we'll be back late.”

Katie’s face lights up. “We're going to Vegas.”

“You can’t play the slots,” Sulane chimes in, looking through her textbook for the page she needs.

“San Diego,” the young girls mom corrects her.

The girl lifts her hand, showing off the one thing they need in order to leave. “But I get to drive.”

“You’re not old enough.”

“What she said,” Mama Knight gestures to the teen girl sitting at the kitchen counter.

Kendall smiles. “Hey, mom, would you mind-”

She knows exactly where her son is going. “No parties. It's a Palmwoods rule. And if I get another strike, bitters kicks us out, remember?”

Sulane groans, knowing they’re all looking into the sky like a bunch of weirdos.

The boys grimace. “Right.”

Katie points to the marks, “but did he have to put them on our door?”

Kendall nods in agreement with his sister.

“Be good.”

The leader steps forward, kissing his mom on the cheek as a goodbye.

“I mean it.” She glances at the boys. “Make sure they’re good, please?”

The teen looks up from her homework, offering a small smile. “I will do my best, but I make no promises.”

“Keep them out and away from places they shouldn’t be, and I’ll be happy.”

“That I can agree to.”

“Bye kids.”

The five of them wave to her.

“We have to throw a party. We're teenagers. If we don't party, we could die,” James explains to his buddy.

Carlos raises his arms to get in the right mood. “Party, party!”

“We can't party at the Palmwoods. But there's nothing saying we can't have a "get-together.”

“Ooh,” Logan slides to stand beside Kendall to add, “or a social gathering.”

While the other two are chanting, “social gathering” Sulane looks up from her homework and nods in approval. “A loophole, very nice. Dare I say, I’m even a little proud.”

The leader points to them. “James, Carlos, you two transform 2-j into a cool club atmosphere. And get some snacks and sodies.”

The two pull the items out of thin air.

“That will forever amaze me. Seriously, where did those come from?”

“A magician never reveals his secret.”

She glares at James, “tell me.”

He smirks, knowing it’s going to annoy her. “No.”

“And we keep the guest list short, say, three people each, which is not a party, but a get-together,” Logan explains.

The duo dance around and chant, “Get-together! Get-together!”

“This is good, practice your story in case something happens.”

The brainiac stares at her with a concerned expression.

“And I'm gonna go down to the pool right now and invite Jo, 'cause I kind of got a thing for her.” Kendall turns around, close to exiting the apartment when he turns around to Sulane. “And you should invite Jasner. I feel like we haven’t hung out as much with him. Plus, he knows all the best sweet spots and can help us out.”

She grimaces and stares at her essay. “We’re kind of in another fight and I don’t think a party will help us.”

He nods before eyeing Logan, who nods, knowing what he needs to do.

Graffiti walls billboards lighting up the block every one of us on a mission oh, yeah got a whole crew by my side cars beep beep when they pass us by we ready to get down to business at the club open the door all the girls scream "there they are" it's packed from wall to wall and everybody is calling

She ignores the duo and writes the last word of her essay before slamming her book shut, taking in the new layout. “Yeah, I’m not staying for,” she waves her hand around. “Whatever this is.”

Logan stops her.

The leader raises a brow at their attire, “guys, it's just a small gathering get-together.”

“Dude. We're not in Minnesota anymore. This is the big leagues,” James informs him and Logan.

As she re-reads part of her essay, barely listening, it’s more than enough for her to roll her eyes.

Carlos chimes in, adding to his buddy’s thoughts. “Our big-time Hollywood party crew starts tonight. We start small,” he and James pinch their fingers together. “But you start hot.” They press their fingers together, hissing.

“And before you know it, we'll be known as the Hollywood super party kings of Hollywood,” the pretty boy adds before the two of them hollar.

“Whoo, whoo!”

The brainiac grimaces, “you said Hollywood twice.”

“You bet I did.”

The doorbell rings and the two run to the door.

“Go, go, go.”

“Welcome to the get-together.”

“Snacks to the left. Dance floor is straight ahead, and good times all around,” his partner in crime adds. 

Jasner lets out an excited shout as he makes his way down the slide. “Hey guys.”

The leader and brainiac nod, happy he got their invite.

He makes his way over to the blonde.

James and Carlos do a handshake, “Nice!”

-

They make their way around Camille and Jo.

“Hey, where's Logan?”

The party animals direct her to one corner of their apartment.

“And you can find Kendall,” Jo stares at them. “Thataway.”

“Thank you.”

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“You’re doing homework at a party?”

“No,” she closes her notebook. “I finished it before, now I can leave and not be a part of this.”

Sulane whines, “ow! Carlos.”

He and Janser help the poor girl off the ground.

The not-so-subtle dancer sheepishly smiles and offers his apologies.

"Can we put this morning behind us?" 

The teen lifts her head, gulping as her nerves are at an all high. "I- I think that'd be good." 

-

The two grab their drinks and make their way to the couple.

“Kendall, Jo, here’s a drink,” Jasner hands it to them.

“Thanks guys,” the girl says.

“You do realize that you’re going to be kicked out of here. This is basically a party and not the small get together you all wanted it to be.”

Kendall shrugs off Sulane’s warnings. “No, we’ll be fine.”

-

“Hey,” Gustavo slides over to Kelly. “We got to liven this party up before Fujizaki literally dies of boredom.”

They stand on edge, watching as the man takes a deep breath.

“His eyes are open. Oh, he's alive. Move it!”

Kelly pulls out her phone and texts the one person she knows who can help in more ways than one.

-

The teen pulls out her phone, responding to her mother.

Jasner, who’s a nosy person, looks over her shoulder. “What’cha doin’?”

“Kelly needs help with their party.”

Kendall spits out his drink and she fights to hide her amusement, already knowing Jo doesn’t like hockey.

The duo’s heads snap up when they hear Carlos and James screaming. “It’s happened.”

“What are we going to do?”

Sulane’s eyes widen as more people pile in, “I don’t know.” She pushes herself up when everyone shuffles to their area, pulling Jasner and Kendall along with her. “I told you this would happen.”

“Maybe you were right.” “Kendall!” “Okay, you were right.”

“Who invited all of these people?” The leader asks.

The pretty boy shakes his head, shrugging, “I don't know. I only invited the three hottest girls in my phone.”

The helmet lover nods, chiming in, “and I couldn't decide, so I texted the first three people in my phone. Abigail Aaron, Andrea Adams, and Al contacts.”

Sulane snatches the phone and the two glance over her shoulders.

“It says "all contacts.” James grabs it from her. “You invited your whole phone?”

Another crowd of people came in.

“Oh, this is bad.”

The teen gasps, “no! You’re kidding.”

Kendall states the obvious. “This was supposed to be a small gathering, and now it's an uncontrollable party that gets us kicked out of the Palmwoods.”

“Opa!”

“Sergei, you made it.”

“Opa!”

The three glances at one another, confused about the people Carlos knows.

James isn’t as curious, if anything he’s more entertained.

The leader stares at the acrobats, more confused than anything. “Hey! You have Russian acrobats in your contact list?”

“I'm a people person.”

“That’s a vague explanation. I’m going to need more.”

The male blond shoves her away from him and Carlos. “Emergency party plan. I'm gonna go get my date, who doesn't like hockey-”

The two hosts spit out their drinks.

“I know, right? And go downstairs, keep an eye on bitters so we don't get our third strike, while you guys get rid this party.”

“Right. On it.” James puts a hand out, stopping the shorter boy from moving further. “We can't stop a party this good.”

The blonde scoffs, staring at the two as if they’ve gone insane.

“We won't be party kings. We'll be party killers.”

“Who cares? Do you want to party or be homeless?”

They don’t answer.

Jasner tugs on her shirt, “come on, we should go help Kendall. We’ll be useless trying to get the party animals to corporate.”

James glances back at her, pouting at her comment. He catches the boys’ eyes, turning away to shake his head and mingle with the newcomers.

-

The pretty boy decides it’s time to end the party and not just because of her comment. “Teenagers should not have to make decisions like this.”

Before either he or Carlos could spring into action to stop the party, Logan stops in front of them.

“I've got a huge problem. There are two girls at this party who are in love with me.”

“Got it,” James says. “Now, what's the problem?”

“Dude, two girls have a crush on you at the same time. This is not a problem. This is the best party of your life.”

They both tell him, “Think about it.”

The brainiac closes his eyes and goes into his dream land.

Sulane finds herself back in front of the three. She turns and finds Logan playing a pretend game of tug of war and he’s the rope. “Is he good?”

“I think I see what you mean.”

They shake their heads, disagreeing with their friend’s logic. “I don't think you do.”

She nods, “great, now they’re all losing their minds.”

James searches for the blonde, knowing she can help better than anyone. He grabs her before they could get sucked into a dancing tunnel. “Sullie, Bitters is on his way, and we need help.”

She narrows her eyes at him, “now you want my help.”

He sticks his bottom lip out. “I mean, if we could get everyone to move out of the room-”

“Done!”

“Wait-” she tries to grab him before he could dance off into the crowd.

Kendall stops in front of the “party kings”. “I told you to get rid of everybody.”

The pretty boy shakes his head. “No, you said to get everybody out of the apartment.”

“And we did,” Carlos blows a party horn.

-

Sulane wanders over towards Camille and Mercedes. “Are you two at least having fun?”

“Did you know Logan was trying to date the both of us?”

Her eyes widen, “you’re joking, even he’s smart enough not to do that.”

Their expressions say otherwise.

“Okay, maybe not. What’s your plan?”

“Throw him in the pool,” Mercedes answers.

She shrugs, “cool. I’ll help.”

They smile.

"Only if you stop dating the boys including Jas." 

Mercedes notices the look in her eyes and nods. "Deal."

Sulane stands off to the side, knowing this is not going to end well.

-

She pulls out her phone, calling Kelly. “Hey, Kelly. How’s the party?”

“Boring. Wait- why do you sound like you’re at a club.”

“The boys threw a party and I know Gustavo threw a boring fancy, bring your guests over and uh- I might need you to do a little sweet talking with the manager.”

“Why?”

“The boys have two strikes against them and could potentially get kicked out if he finds it.”

“You’re staying at the studio with me this week.”

“Deal, I’ll do some extra work.”

She smiles, loving how caring the teen has become. “You really care about them, don’t you?”

“No time to talk, bring them over. Bye!”

-

She turns to her boss. “I just found out where there’s a really awesome party.”

“So did I.”

“Palmwoods?”

He nods. “Palmwoods.”

-

Jasner finds the teen sitting on one of the lounging chairs and hands her a smoothie.

“I was wondering where you ran off to,” she smiles.

“I was going to get milady a refreshing beverage and some treats.” He shakes the bag.

She furrows her brows, “what do you have?”

“I come bearing a peace offering.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, “I feel like things have been weird since this morning and I want to make it up to you.”

Her lips twitch. “Jas, you didn’t have- is that licorice?”

“Can’t have a party without a few party favors.”

“Okay, best party favor ever.”

He chuckles, “good because that’s for you and the cupcakes are mine.”

“Raspberry?”

“What other flavor would I have?”

She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her drink. “You have to give me your smoothie guys number.”

“If I did that, when would you call me?”

“I’ll always call you.”

He stares at her. “Yeah?”

She turns, the smile never falling from her lips, thinking back to his comment from this morning. “Yeah, I’d say you’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

“I’m terrified.”

They chuckle and continue enjoying themselves.

-

You want to be famous, famous you want to be the one who's living the life you want to be famous 

“Well, it's official,” James starts.

“We're the Hollywood super party kings of Hollywood,” Carlos finishes.

“Whoo-hoo! Get it, get it!” They cheer not noticing the two teens sitting close to one another until they’re set back on their feet.

James looks around, trying to find where she went so, they can enjoy the party together, giving him a chance to apologize.

Jo taps Kendall’s shoulder when she notices the pretty boys’ shoulders deflate.

The leader turns, following the direction where she’s pointing and sighs.

He and the other boys know how he’s always felt about her, but they also know he let her go so she could be happy. He catches Logan and Carlos’ eyes, all nodding at the same time.

They need to decide to come up with a plan to keep James happy (and make sure he doesn’t say anything he shouldn’t to Sulane or Jasner about their potential relationship).

-

Previously: Chapter IX // Continue: Chapter XI

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[theanoninyourinbox]

Happy New Year!!!!!! Time to reveal another Fandom I Like!! Ironically I’ve never played TF2, but boy do I just love those Mercs! And I love doing crossovers sooooooo have one I’ve had stewing since April 2021!

The Sniper was one of a large group of gems commissioned for Yellow Diamond, but his Skinny status was mocked by his fellow Mookaites. However, when deployed on Earth, he was one of the only survivors, his beefy fellow gems were Poofed and bubbled almost immediately. Sniper sensibly surrendered, and was then recruited by Bismuth. Eventually sent on a space mission, he and two compatriots were spared the Final Attack of the Diamonds, and all decided to go back to the Gempire undercover, in an attempt to destabilize the corrupt government. Sniper, acting as a bodyguard to a low-ranking Sapphire, heard of the capture of a Lapis Lazuli, and realized that there were still living Gems on Earth. Gathering his old crew and some new friends, and with the help of said Sapphire’s Pearl, they set off to Earth once more - to stop the Jasper, save the Lapis, and be free Gems again.

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

day 1

rose/skyler's writing challenge

day 1- ur best friend

i think friendships were hard for me to describe previously because of having none. but i learned a lot about being a friend when i had none. i learned a lot about love when i lost it. i learned alot about living when i wanted to die.

my best friend is lily. she is an actress, painter, bingo worker for the elderly on thursdays, a volkswagon driver, bisexual septum wear-er and proud owner of an oppossum named mochi. she lives in los angeles and she hates the traffic. she shares her exquisite dreams n nitemares with me in detail. we met in the summer of 2019 and we were instantaneously inseparable. smoking endless joints n bowls of weed n drinking 4 locos til we puked n told each other about our dads. she'll leave a scar on you if you fuck with her. but she'll leave a mark on you nonetheless just by being in front of her. she is honest at a fault…her guilty conscious sometimes raging. she has ambition, drive, thirst, hunger. for something more. for something to be filled. she has her demons. but she has more angels. her empathy could thaw your frozen heart out. her smile could enrapture you. her life is a testament to resiliency. only found in the rarest of people. my best friend is one in a million. one in a trillion. my best friend is mine n she is the sun and i am her moon. the planets wouldnt make sense without us.

my best friend is dante. he is a poet, stylist, office coordinator mor connoisseur, 2x pussy owner [blackpussy and neon greengreyish tinted]. he is the person everyone stops to stare at when he walks in. and the topic of discussion for the nite. he is never predictable, yet so consistent. he speaks in metaphorical sarcasm and it will bewilder you. he will bewilder you. i am always amazed that he hates Adderal and prefers methalone and cocaine. he says his first love is alcohol though. he is from merced, california and it will shock u cuz he is not a small town girl. he is a diamond in the rust, never meant to fit in, but stand out. he's used to being alone but it doesn't mean he likes it. he trusts few and there's a reason behind that. his heart is pure like refined gold dipped over and over and over again in raging fire. he rationalizes every emotion for self preservation but he is learning some feelings are meant to be felt through. he is one of the best dancers ive ever met. and he'll drag you on stage to dance with him to experience the limelight. he will find a way to fold himself so neatly into a heart shaped box for you tosweetly put your sins and secrets in. and like a priest, forgive u for it all..

[nuka-nasty]

Part 4

It had been a whole month since Nate left. MacCready had given himself only one night to cry his heart out then but on a brave face for his boy who clearly felt responsible for his dad's hurt somehow. He packed their things and headed to Diamond City, Piper tagging along.

She had a soft spot for Duncan - as did almost everyone who met him, though. She was telling him about the school he'll be attending with her little sister, and the funny robot that can only say one thing and sell noodles.

Mac watched as the life returned to his boys' eyes. He had practically started vibrating with excited when Mac asked him if he wanted to live in the city for a bit and go to school with other kids.

Piper, bless her, hadn't said a word about Nate and everything that happens. Considering how he used flirt and tease her just to watch her huff and scowl, he was quite surprised. But then again, Nate usually surrounded himself with good people.

Lord only knows what possessed Nate to see something good in himself.

Finally in the city before dark, Piper was just as excited as Duncan to show off the work she, Valentine and Nate did on the place. She opened the door with a 'Tada!'

It was... Perfect. Carpets under their feet, trophies and mounted rare rifles on the wall, all lit up in beautiful wall lamps. An honest to God kitchen and living room fully equipped. The empty end of the apartment was revamped into Duncan's room, with a big carpet, toys, and a desk with school supplies. The middle loft was redone into a bedroom with a bathroom in the top loft.

Duncan squealed and Piper lead him on a tour of their new home.

MacCready doesn't know how long he stood there speechless, just looking around. He couldn't believe this was theirs... They had a home. A safe home that is just theirs.

But... Nate's presence was still heavy. It felt like a physical thing, the way he expected to see Nate's bright smile and excited eyes if he were to look over his shoulder, asking 'so? What do you think?'. He could swear he saw Nate sitting on the sofa reading comics or cooking in the kitchen till he looked directly at it and saw he wasn't really there.

Just then Duncan came running into his legs, saving his sanity. His beautiful boy had the biggest smile and his raw heart softened.

"Is this really our home dad? Really really? I can leave my toys and clothes here forever?"

Mac looked up to see Piper (bless her soul) give him a sympathetic and reassuring smile. Damn perceptive journalist. She could probably see he was struggling and guess quite accurately with what.

"Yes, Duncan. We're home."

Time passed and Mac had to find a way to go on without Nate. It felt like re-learning how to walk on your own. He got a part time job with Diamond City security, assisting them during assaults at the entrance, or when a group of raiders, ghouls, or mutants were settling too close. It was too dangerous for the usual security lads, but compared to what he and Nate did on the daily - it was almost fun. Like target practice.

Word quickly spread of the amazing sharp shooter Merc and his sweet boy. Of course Duncan made friends really quickly and adored school, but he hadn't been this settled anywhere since Little Lamplight.

Soon enough came the requests for help.

Arturo needs mods from KL-E-0, Becky Fallon wants her family heirlooms from Fallon's Department Store, and Piper has a package she needs sent to Preston at the Castle.

It's the last request that makes him cave. He owes her (a big) one.

But he still pushes them for extra caps to make it worth his time (he's still RJ MacCready after all).

That's how he became the 'need help? Talk to MacCready!' guy. One night at the Dugout Inn Vadim made the off shoulder comment that he has become Nate.

And didn't that comment stick to him like ugly to a feral ghoul. He had been trying so fu- damn hard to forget about it, to forget about the crushing guilt and shame of what he did but in a few words it all caught up to him.

That night he laid away in bed, haunted by Nate's ghost again. He refused to acknowledge it but learning to sleep without Nate's breathing was harder than he would like to admit. In the shadows of the room he could still see Nate... Talking to him, smiling, singing, laughing...

He really thought of Vadim's words and realised... He wouldn't have done that before meeting Nate. Nate changed him...helped him become a father worthy of Duncan, a man worthy of friends...he saved him from himself.

He was doing this because this is what Nate would've done if he were here, and Mac would've grumblingly accompanied him as he always did. So in a way, he's not doing anything new. Nate was someone who gave his heart and soul to these people. Maybe in some way, this is how Mac can atone for hurting him though helping those he cared about.

He made a promise to himself that night to do just that. To be the man Nate saw in him.

Things changed from there on. He offered to help instead of hiding until they found him and begged for help. He gave his free time to give shooting lessons to the security. He learned everyone's names and asked them how they've been.

It felt...weird. But good weird. Like your body being sore in a good way the day after vigorous training.

However, with thinking 'what would Nate do', he also let down the high walls of denial and ignorance. Thoughts of the man we're almost always in his conscious mind.

A shotgun mod he would like, something he would find funny, someone he would steal and kill for, and someone he would steal from.

The most powerful of all, however, was the single memory he had kept in a steel box. Memory of looking down at Nate's wet eyes and broken smile, blood on his lips and no air in his lungs as he told Mac he loved him, that it was his only wish when they both thought this was the end.

Knowing that, he started to see some of their other best memories in a different light. He realizes that the soft way Nate looked at him was different from how he looked at others. He sees Nate's favouritism towards him for what it was. He remembers how Nate would lose it if Mac got hurt in a fight, how he threw himself at enemies who had their sights on the Merc, and how he always gave him a stim first.

Mac had thought Nate was just a stupidly selfless guy who needed to him or the world would take Advantage of his good heart. But no...it was because Mac was special.

He remembers thing now. The way Nate would blush if Mac touched his neck or hand to get his attention. How Nate got quiet around Cait and Piper, not because he had a crush on them, but because Mac did (only for a bit though, those ladies are a little scary). How deeply, deeply angry and upset Nate was when he told him how Barnes had treated him in the Gunners and how he got the nickname 'the Merc with the mouth'.

As his memories of Nate start to change, so does his own heart. His own pain blinded him in homophobia, and it took time to not look at a gay couple and wonder which one is being taken advantage of.

It was three months after they moved to Diamond City that he realised...be missed Nate. Deeply. Profoundly. His voice, his scent, his smile, and his presence. And for the upteenth time he wondered where the man was and if he was okay.

Then a message came. From Preston. Covenant needed help with their broken turrets and only Mac and Nate knows how to fix those. The message sounds hopeful, but Mac reads it in Preston's voice that was as cold as the morning he bid them farewell. His eyes just as judgemental, like he knows Mac will say no.

Old Mac would've drawn him a middle finger and sent it back. But new and improved Mac? 'WWND' Mac? He helps.

Piper and little Nat is happy to have Duncan stay with them. Nat had taken her imagined role as older sister of Duncan very seriously, walking him to school and helping him with homework too.

So Mac falls into a comfortable old habit of packing for a mission with Nate, just without him this time. But all the same, for him. This time, slapping the spare PipBoy Nate got him to his wrist.

He stops by Covenant, fixes their turrets without asking for caps much to their surprise. So they spoil him they can - with Deezer lemonade, preserved cigarettes, and vegetables.

After some thought, be heads up to Kingsport Lighthouse. They've been having difficulty settling, and only had corn. They were just as stunned to see him, looking over his shoulder for Nate.

They were overjoyed for the variety of seeds. Mac was quick to spot the weak points in their defenses from being major and working with Nate - and helped them fortify their place. By the end of the week, three more settlers joined.

When the lunatics of Crater House sent 'missionaries' to warn them to leave, Mac had a better idea.

A quick trip to the Slog and he came back with Strong and some heavily armed ghouls. They made quick work of wiping out fanatics' base, and Strong buried the radiation drums in the middle for good measure, just because he likes 'Mac-ree-dee'. That and Mac told him this is how you get milk of human kindness - you hurt bad guys, and help good guys.

Somehow word must've gotten back to Nate's companions of the work he's been doing, because just as he left Kingsport and accompanied the bunch back to the Slog, a Deacon found him with a messaged.

There's an updated on Nate. Valentine requested his companions to come to Sanctuary to discuss it.

MacCready's Biggest Mistake

Part 1

MacCready was Nate's shadow - that much everyone knew. Where you see the one the other wasn't far. You'd think the Merc was the one clinging to the walking legend that is the general of the minute men and notorious 'vault dweller', but try to split them up and see what happens.

"Mac is with me. That is not up for debate." Nate's eyes, usually so kind and friendly, had steel and fire in them when Danse insisted he alone accompany Nate on the brotherhood mission. "If he isn't welcome then neither am I, Paladin."

It was Nate who - when push came to shove - bared his teeth possessively when someone tried to hire or take Mac from him. So for the past 6months whatever mission or job or wander Nate was one, and whoever he was doing it with or for, Mac had his back.

In Sanctuary Nate had taken two weeks to build homes for his companions with three sharing a living room. Piper, Curie, and Cait in one - Valentine, Danse, and Preston in another - Strong, Dogmeat, and Deacon in the last (Dee asked to room with them as neither slept indoors so the spy actually had the entire house to himself and his wardrobe). At the end of the street, however, stood a two story building with a workshop with displays downstairs, and a stairway up to a huge shared bedroom overlooking the valley, carefully designed with floor to ceiling glass windows high enough to not see into On the one end of the floor stood a comfy couch and armchairs with magazine stands, the corner had a desk and shelves with a scatter of mementos, Mac's ammo and pictures drawn by a child's hand, and Nate's Minutemem and Brotherhood holotapes and paperwork. In the centre a huge soft bed and one big chest of drawers. If you didn't know Mac you'd think this could be a commonwealth couple's dream home - but the Merc was as straight as a rifle.

That being said, their friends noted the way Nate would flinch and busy himself with his PipBoy whenever Mac flirted with Piper or Cait. They kept it to themselves but didn't miss the way Nate's eyes softened when Mac got excited over a new comic, a new gun, or letter from Duncan. Nate was smitten, but only his closest friends could tell and they respected the man too much to say anything. With all the pain he had lived through, if the Merc made him happy so be it.

Till it wasn't a secret anymore.

"No... Please, no!" Mac pleaded as he tried to staunch the bleeding. "Help is coming, Nate. You need to hold on!" Blood, so much of it. "FUCK! What is taking them so long!"

They were close enough to Sanctuary to see the the distant lights when not one but two Deathclaws jumped them. A mating pair. They'd put up a good fight, but their supplies were low, planning to restock at home.

Mac put a hole in the one beast's head when the other got a lucky swipe at his back. He cried out in pain and dropped his gun. The last thing he heard was Nate's desperate cry, distantly thinking he's never heard him like that. His best friend and he's never heard that rage and despair in his voice.

Then he felt the familiar sting and 'pissht' of a stimpack he knew was their last.

When he came to a few moments later once the stim did it's job knitting his back closed, he turned to see two downed Deathclaws, and a limp bloodied body between them. In the neck of one beast was Nate's modded shotgun, the blade of it's muzzle embedded in it's throat with enough force to break the stock.

Nate's PipBoy had been equipped with an emergency distress pulse that would alert Minutemen to their location. Mac activated it before he was even on his knees.

So here he was, pleading with every god he could think of to keep Nate alive till help arrived with stims and medical supplies. "C'mon Nate," he croaked through the tears choking him. "I need you. Don't leave me alone, please. Please!"

Nate's eyes fluttered open with a groan as Mac ripped off his scarf and pressed down on the hole in his stomach to staunch the bleeding. His hands, scarf, and the ground beneath his knees now the same shade of dark, wet red. "Hey.." Nate whispered, clearly trying to comfort Mac, and didn't that just make him start sobbing harder.

"Shh, don't speak. Just stay with me, okay? You need to promise you won't leave me!"

Nate gave a weak smile, a trickle of blood on his lips. "Wish I could... Stay forever.. but I think this is it for me, Bobby."

"No no no no, don't you call me that now!" Mac cried out, somewhere between anger and affection. "You only call me that when you want something or feel you need to comfort me! Now is not the time for either!"

Nate smiled, a laugh broke into a cough and more blood painted his lips. "Im sorry Mac. I'm...coward. Never even...got to tell you...how much I love you..."

Mac paused for a moment, his heart skipped and clenched painfully till the reminded himself where he is. "I love you too buddy, but you need to pull through so I can tease you about it okay?" He sniffled.

Nate was flagging. In the distance Mac could heard Preston and Cait calling. "WE'RE OVER HERE!! HURRY!!" He called. "They're here, Nate. You're gonna be okay."

Nate shook his head, eyes fluttering closed. "Love you, Mac... Wish...I told you.."

When Nate opened his eyes it wasn't to MacCready's beautiful blue ones, but to Curie sighing in relief and muttering something that sounded like a curse in French. "Monsieur Preston! He has awoken!"

Preston's face appeared above him with a rushed scuffle of footsteps. "General! You had us terrified there!"

"where-" was all he could croak.

"You're at the RedRocket. You were gone... But Curie managed to bring you back with a pulse of a Zeta gun and 5 stimpacks. So take it easy."

The first clear thought in Nate's mind was "Mac?"

"He's fine," Hancock responded and joined their little peanut gallery next to his bedroll. "Just shook up. I called him but he's outside pacing around. Sure he'll be happy to see you."

Against Curie's advice Nate slowly sat up and stumbled to his feet. He needed to see for himself - see that MacCready was whole and alive before he could really allow himself to breathe.

Hancock helped him limp outside where he insisted he could walk (stumble) on his own over to where he could see Mac leaning against the milk machine.

He really was alive. Nate smiled and limped to him, "you're okay." He said with such relief his eyes teared up.

But the look MacCready gave him instead left ice down his spined. Mac looked at him with an expression of fear, distrust, and disgust. Nate had only seen that expression one before when he stood before Barnes and Winlock. The night he put a bullet in their heads Mac had broke down and told Nate of the 'sick' things they made him do, how they used him for their own pleasure till he managed to escape.

(That was also the night Nate swore to himself he would never, ever make a move on MacCready.)

But here stood the Merc looking at Nate like he was one of those men who used and abused him. Nate had to take a moment to swallow down the irrational tears that now threatened for a different reason as he wracked his brain for why, what did he do!

"Bobby, what's wrong?" He took a cautious step forward but froze when Mac flinched and backed into the shadows a bit.

"Don't call me that."

His words triggered the memory. He called Mac Bobby, he was begging him to stay with him...and he told Mac he loved him.

"...I'm sorry." Was the only words Nate could get out.

MacCready tossed his cigarette to the grown and sneered. "Whatever." With that he walked into the darkness towards Sanctuary.

Nate felt like he couldn't breathe. Tears rolled silently down his cheeks, cooling on his neck where his pulse was hammering. A pain sharper than any he had ever felt - be it bullet, knife, or betrayal - laced through his chest with enough force that his legs gave out.

Of all people, Deacon appeared out of nowhere to catch him. The spy said nothing as he helped Nate to the dirt and held him as quiet sobs shook his broad shoulders. He quietly held him close, angling his head to his cries were muffled against his shirt. He then silently helped Nate to the nearest sleeping bag in one of the little shacks that lined the fence around the settlement, getting up to inform the others that their fearless leader was sleeping and to not bother him.

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Companions discovering that Sole is like… 14? And that somehow this terrifying force of nature (and possibly one of the scariest people they know) is a literal child? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It started with little things... Aggressive intimation, blackmail and even a bit of some good hearted brawls. That they were okay with, but what really caught they're attention was when sole decapitated a group of Raiders and put their heads on pikes just for trying to rob them.... Thats when they knew they were following the scariest, most cutthroat person in the commonwealth...

That's why after the battle they got in their head to confront sole, but little did they know or expect that mid conversation sole's helmet would be removed revealing their ...... baby face?

Maccready

"What The hell!?"

Oh. my. God. They were a kid? what the hell were they doing dragging around a merc at their age? not that they needed it given the past display.... Once he got over his initial shock he'd realize they weren't that different from him at 14

"Huh you kinda remind me of me when I was your age..."

He'd be brought back to his memories of little lamplight and hed probably bore the shit outta sole with his non stop stories. On a more serious note he's gonna keep them safe with all of his being because becoming a parent really changed his veiw on kids in the wastes.... Even if they are pint sized badasses.

Hancock

"Well look at you... just barely big enough to hold a gun and you got the world figured out? better than most folks I reckon."

Hes impressed. At soles age he was still hiding jet under his mattress, sneaking outta his house in diamond city to make-out with the girl next door and being an all around menace to society in the way only a preteen can.... he wonders if they'dve been friends if they had met back then? nah sole would've probably kicked his ass and he'dve probably deserved it.

Cait

"Well aren't you something ya little shite. remind me not to piss ya off.... christ"

She thinks it's hilarious if not a bit terrifying. The most deadly person in the commonwealth is 14 and 5ft.... says a lot about the state of things in her mind.

Danse

"What the hell was that!?

His heart would drop when he saw their tiny face. They were barely old enough to start having responsibility let alone be wandering the wastes.... how did they get out here? no wonder they were so violent they're probably used to people taking advantage of them.

"Listen, I don't know how you ended up out here, but I think you should consider training with scribes your own age. It's important to not take life to fast to avoid.... Discrepancies such as earlier. Train along side your brothers and sisters hone your raw talent into something more than just survival of the fittest.

If they agreed hed personally take them under his wing and teech them all he knows. He would feel a strange sense of pride everytime he fills our a report of their latest accomplishment. proud doesn't do justice to how he feels.

Curie

She'd be rescued by a masked individual in vault 81. Only as they took their helmet off to administer the cure to Austin, did she notice it. They were a child themselves maybe 13/14. A sense of fear for the child's saftey came over her that's why she wanted to go with them. A feeling she would all too soon realize was in vain.

"Oh was decapitation really necessary? Are all children so violent these days?"

After watching the kid make quick and grusemon work of a particularly cut-throat group of Raiders shes very weary of the kid, but also kinda glad to be on their good side? I mean there's nobody else she'd rather have watching her back, but she's scared to get on their bad side.....

Deacon

"There was the old pre-war film called children of the corn..... ya kinda remind me of that"

He thinks they're terrifying. He knew since before he met them that they were only a kid, and his opinion had been the same then, as it is now. He knows what a fucked up childhood can do to someone, but damn.... This was another level... and he was gonna do everything in his power to keep this kid on his and the railroads good side.

Piper

"Well that's just wrong on so many levels...."

She gets the wastland makes people grow up fast, but there's no amount of desensitization that will get you used to an emotionless cut-throat preteen.....

Nick

"Look kid... I get it. Life's hard, but you get back what you give and right now what you're giving is all sorts of messed up..."

He believes wholeheartedly in karma... and this.... He couldn't just watch this kid continue down this self destructive path. especially when he knows first hand what it takes for a person to get to that point..... he'll try hard to mentor them and get them to soften even if just a little...

Preston

"General! That's not how we represent the minutemen. You're acting more like a raider."

he understands anger and resentment, but something about this person's violent tendencies made him feel uncomfortable.... Like everything about it was just all wrong

Thats when they'd take their helmet off cheeks flushed red with anger. He would would freeze. The general of the minutemen was..... a child? I mean it's not like he had them fill out an application, but he had expected them to be older.

"Where are your parents!?

It would slip out of his mouth before he'd have time to fully think it through.

"Where are yours!!

They'd retort with the same harshness the raiders had seen earlier. They'd go on like this for a while before Preston would realize he wasn't wining by fighting with them and would chose to kinda adopt them instead.... They clearly needed guidance after all.

X6-88

"I like you"

If all kids were like this he may just consider adoption.

[hungerpunch]

listened to valtteri's new ep of beyond the grid and jotted down some transcriptions/my own reactions ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

-"he's also got a great sense of humor" -- thank you tom for acknowledging it!!!! it's so underappreciated

-"i'm a really honest man" :weep:

-"there is actually plenty of cool stuff to do" outside of formula 1 and "it's nice to know there will be plenty of joy in life" when it's time for him to leave ;-; yes bb yes

-"don't be modest, how good are you on the bike now?" "i think i'm quite okay" SKJDFLKDSJF but actually fascinating listening to him talk about how he can't train like a pro cyclist because the endurance training would siphon away from his reaction times and speed etc. hm hm very inchresting

-HIM PUTTING HIS SERIOUS FACE ON FOR COFFEE TALK "because it's an important thing" and he wants to encourage people to drink coffee from good sources wahh

-he literally has it down to the milligram of how much coffee he will drink and exactly how long before a race he'll have it i love him your honor i love a meticulous man

-when asked to describe how his favorite cup of coffee tastes on the palette: "it's almost like a tiny bit fruity, really smooth, low in acidity, maybe hint of caramel and milk chocolate."

-the entire bit of them talking about 2018 russian grand prix [screaming with my mouth closed]

-his thought process that confidence creates peace of mind and peace of mind creates performance i think says a lot about how haunted and anxious he must have spent these years.

-calls 2014 his best, most complete season, and says that was the season when he was in the best place mentally

-the tone of his voice when he says "i've tried everything i could have, i've given everything" he sounds so tired, i want to hold him

Q: when you negotiate with toto wolff and you explain how a multi year contract would benefit you, what did he say?

A: toto thinks that pressure is good for me. he's obviously known me for a long time. i agree, pressure for a certain length of time is good and it can get more out of you. but if you have pressure, contractually, for nine years of your formula one career, year by year, it starts to eat you from inside. toto's saying is "pressure makes diamonds." i think in a way it's true, but there's also a limit to how long you can maintain that for your own well-being.

Q: what's it like to negotiate with toto wolff?

A: he's tough. he's such a good and talented businessman. he knows the way to talk and the strings to pull and it's his job. he's really really talented in that. but at the same time, we've always agreed everything in really good faith. because to me, he's a friend as well. i've known him for such a long time. for sure in negotiations, he always gets the upperhand, no matter who is on the other side of the table.

-asked whether his merc career coming to an end will affect his friendship with toto, he says "no, not at all."

-tom asks how toto broke the news to valtteri that he would be out and vb says "it was honestly like we agreed. it was not like he told me. he knew that at some point, we need to make decisions, and already i had decided myself that if i couldn't get two years or more with mercedes, i would go for something new."

-he praises george and gives him genuine advice he is a much bigger person than i am lmaoooo :x

-how much lighter he sounds talking about alfa romeo <333

-he had the option it sounds like between going to alfa or williams and says it wasn't an easy choice

-there will be some podcasts about vb coming out :o but they will be in finnish :<

-"i think it tells something about me that in the house [that he's building in lapland], there's only one bedroom. so i like privacy, i don't like to have too many guests. it's really just for me and my girlfriend or me and my family."

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saturday night’s alright for fighting

fandom: marvel

characters: wade wilson (Deadpool)

reader: fem!

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: harassment, violence, swearing, alcohol 

a/n: okay so apparently, T.J. Miller’s (Weasel, aka Wade’s friend) was accused of sexual assault (ironically) and called in a fake bomb threat before. Due to this, I will be changing the setting a little. 

requested by anon 

Ah yes- the smell of alcohol and sweat mingling in the air, boisterous laughter competing against the loud music from the speakers overhead and the sound of billiard balls clashing against each other filled the Leaky Cantina bar down by the corner. Just a regular Saturday night out with your husband, Wade Wilson.

Despite being busy kicking ass and taking names from the bad guys that messed with him, or hopping around the city with Dopinder’s dingy yellow taxi, Wade manages to always make some time for you. You were his best girl, his diamond in the rough. It was only right to do so.

“The usual, Wilson?” Asked Jess, the owner of the bar. She was a large, muscled woman with biceps almost as big as your face. But when she spoke, it was raspy but warm. She was like a big tough mama bear.

“You know it J,” your husband says from beside you. “But throw a little extra kick in there- ______ are trying to see who handles their alcohol the best.”

“I don’t know why you’re so adamant about this Wade,” You tease, resting your chin on your palm as you lean against the counter. “I told you I’d win.”

“Baby, I literally heal and regenerate. Who’s to say that the alcohol won’t be redirected elsewhere?”

“I don’t know Wilson,” Jess snorted as she placed two shot glasses each in front of you. She pulls out some of her strongest alcohol and fills each glass. “Last time you made a bet with her she had to haul your drunk ass out of here.”

“That was last time- I can do better.”  The merc huffed, crossing his arms like a six year old.

You simply chuckled at his antics, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His demeanor fell a little from this and you could see the corner of his lips quirk a bit upwards. You always knew how to crack his facade.

“Happy Saturday night babe,” He tells you, raising his glass and clicking it against yours.

“Happy Saturday night-“

You both down the first two shots, feeling the buzz through your veins. You let out a sharp sigh and signal for Jess to pour a few more. Several shots later, you two were still at it. Your face was flushed form the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed and Wade, Wade looked kinda normal.

“Hold on baby,” he says before you two could take another shot. “I gotta head to the bathroom. Be back soon.”

You wave him off and he hops off his barstool, yelling “don’t swap my drinks!” after himself. You just laugh and roll your eyes in amusement as you wait for your husband to return. Your fingers tap against the surface of the counter when a figure slides into the seat next to you.

This kind of situation wasn’t really new to you. You two were regulars at Jess’s bar and everyone knew how wrapped up you and Wade were with each other. But there were newbies who came in and tried hitting on one of you from time to time. Usually, they’d back off and find someone else to flirt with but there were moments where the newbie was just too damn stubborn.

“Hey gorgeous,” The person next to you slurs, clearly drunk of their ass. “Mind if I get you a drink and steal you away for the night?”

You simply smile at him politely and show off your finger with the golden band around it. “Sorry big guy, but I’m taken already.”

The person didn’t seem to like that but pushed on nonetheless. “Aw cmon, I’m sure your spouse won’t mind. We can invite them to join too~”

You cringe at the stranger’s words, an uncomfortable shudder running down your spine. “Uhm, no thanks. It was nice talking to you.”

As you move to stand and switch seats elsewhere, the stranger reaches out to grab your arm. You tugged your hand away, or at least tried to, but their grip was like iron. “Let go of me.” You tell them, glaring right into their eyes.

They simply ignored you and stood up, moving towards you with a predatory look in their eyes. “Cmon, it's just for the night.”

“The lady said no,”

The stranger was suddenly ripped away from you as Wade tugs tw their shoulders to have them face him. They glare in annoyance at your husband, wobbling in place as they turn to face him. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Her husband; now get lost buddy. You don’t your ass out on the curb now do you?”

The stranger just chortled. “Really? Big talk coming from a wrinkly Freddy Kruger wannabe.”

The stranger’s words struck a nerve in you the second it reached your ears. You know it was Wade who was supposed to get angry but hearing them, or anyone in general, bad mouth your husband would always trigger something in you.

“Oh get the fuck out of here already,” You shout at them, delivering a powerful backhanded slap to their face, sending them stumbling to the floor.

The bar goes silent at the commotion. Wade was shocked at what had happened while you clutched your hand to yourself. That slap hurt like a bitch- but you were too pumped with adrenaline to really feel the pian.

Jess looked over from where she was attending other customers and assessed the situation. She excused herself from them and quickly went over just as the stranger was about to lunge at you. “Alright that’s enough get out you creep.” She tells them, locking them in a tight hold and dragging them out the bar.

As Jess lugs teh struggling drunkard out the door, you finally allow yourself to relax. “Ow, ow, owwie..” You whine and shake your hand in hopes of getting rid of the stinging feeling it had.

“Oh my God- ______!” Wade exclaimed as he went up to you, taking your aching hand in his and pressing kisses all over it before it traveled to your face. A proud grin was plastered on his lips and he held you close. “That was so badass and sexy of you.”

You chuckled through the pain but allowed him to kiss you once again, this time reciprocating it with passion. “Just looking out for you too, Wade.”

[andyfire122]

Fictober Day 8: This is it, isn’t it?

Fanfiction Fandom: Fallout Mentions revenge and beating on a dead body.

“This is it, isn’t it?”

Alice gave a nervous chuckle as they finally got to the door. At this point, the thought of actually finding Kellogg always seemed so far away. Now that she was actually at the door, things got real really fast.

Nick put his hands in his pockets and just waited. "I don't doubt that it's going to be a fight just getting to the man. Hell, it was a fight just following Dogmeat."

The fight to get there isn’t the issue to me. What comes of this is the problem.

“I got this far...just might have to apologize for something before we get started." There wasn't any jokes or hit of any of her usual tone.

Maybe that was the reason she decided to let Nick tag along when he asked. He knew how the old world worked. That’s why this change is almost so shocking. Every emotion she had when this all started came rushing back.

Nick sighed. "As I said, it's your show. I did choose to be here and accept your job."

I don't think he gets what I'm saying. Hell, I don't even understand it.

Her eyes narrowed as she got her gun ready. "I'm apologizing now for how dark I'm gonna get. For first I'm gonna get the info I want out of the man, then I'm going to kill him."

“You wouldn't be the first person to want payback for what they lost." Nick was trying to be reassuring but the point was almost lost.

She sighed. "I was a lawyer in the old world. I was never the one to do any of this. Sure I knew how to fight but to actively want this so bad. Even now I'm not even sure what this is all going to do to me in the end."

Nick was silent for a moment. Like he was trying to think on the matter for a bit. She was about to ready her gun to go up to the roof when he stopped her.

“Changes are bound to happen. Though from what I've seen, your starting to make friends help with all of it." The synth took up a cigarette before following behind.

Sure let’s tell all my friends how I want to violently tear apart those who took my life from me.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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“FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR!”

Kellogg was finally dead but she didn’t care. She was still seeing red. Not only did she didn’t find her son but then he told her he was in the institute. He kept going on and on about how she should let it go and how her boy was home.

After everything he did to get them there.

All she could do was keep beating on the body. Nick knew better than to get in the middle of all of that. In this state, she was more likely to hit him as well and she wouldn't even be aware she was doing it. It was all the rage she kept in being let out.

“If your done tenderizing the old merc I do have an idea.”

It was almost like something snapped back into place. It was then Alice realized the state she was even in. The blood all over her wasn't even hers. In her rage, there was hardly anything that could make the body be recognized as Kellogg.

She was shaking. “I didn’t even notice.”

Nick just walked up and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'd be surprised if you didn't have some rage to let out. Still, you did say you were going to get dark."

The entire time infiltrating the place she was cold and calculating. Nothing like how a lawyer from the old world would even act. It was very different from the woman who saved him from Skinny Malone.

A lot of things were let out when that dam broke. Didn’t think the blast radius would have this much damage.

He took a step to look over all the terminals. “How about we let Piper have her take on all of this.”

She just nodded as she was staring at the last thing no one picked up. It was Kellogg's gun. The gun would be good in normal circumstances. If it belonged to anyone else.

Nick just picked it up and put it where he'd seen her store her weapons. Hopefully, the walk back to diamond city will put her head back in order.

The rage of a mother is a fearsome one indeed.

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Merc: I think about Merc’s captivity training a lot. So does he, tbh.

It’s a traumatizing experience to say the least, spending a week in a simulated hostage situation, daily subjected to torture by one’s own commanders (I’m sure they’re not allowed to do things like waterboarding or live burial anymore, nowadays; but things were different in the 80s). Doesn’t help that Merc arrives at it with a personal history of trauma and abuse.

Though the whole point of captivity training is to teach soldiers to brace themselves for a time when they may, indeed, be captured by enemy forces and, though it is general knowledge that no man is unbreakable and soldiers are, indeed, expected to break at a certain point, it was simultaneously frowned upon back in Merc’s days. Worst of all, it taught him new and creative ways by which to hurt himself. More than a decade later, he’ll still punish himself for ‘stepping out of line’ by putting himself in stress positions for hours on end.  

Merc & Dom: thinking about the way Merc’s reason for stalking Dom shifts from keeping him under tabs and maintaining a sense of control in their relationship to something he does to ensure Dom’s safety (let’s not discuss how miserably that fails when Dom gets snatched right out from under his nose). Thinking about the way it might even become comforting for Dom, at a certain point: knowing he has Merc watching over him even when he doesn’t necessarily seem to be there. Thinking about how Merc might even turn it into a little game for them to play one night, with Dom receiving either a phone call or recorded messages ordering him where to go and what to do around his apartment (go to the second window in his bedroom, take his shirt off, etc.).

Job: a pregnancy scare was what initially led to Job’s engagement to his now-ex-fiancé, Nadja. Job was barely nineteen, she was twenty-five; she had no family to speak of in the country, Job was virtually estranged from his own; she was his first true love, and he was determined to do right by her. However, when it was soon thereafter discovered that Nadja was not, in fact, pregnant, Job wanted to maintain the engagement nevertheless. He had already gone through the mental process of accepting he was going to become a father and, though, ideally, he’d have preferred to have been a bit older before having his own kids, the idea of settling down with a woman he loved and starting his own family was one he was not yet willing to give up on. 

Sadly, it was a ghost sighting some months later that eventually lead to their breakup.

Job & Juni: I’m shit at writing lyrics/poems, myself, and I’ve yet to find something I like for what I’d imagine Job would write for Jr. (other than the instant classic of Juni, I really want ya to do me), but he regularly writes love songs and little poems for him throughout their relationship, as well as love letters (and, no - the little postcards and things he mails him from the road do not count as love letters, in Job’s books). He absolutely still does this long after they settle down, and I’m sure Juni winds up owning several shoeboxes packed to the brim with everything Job ever writes him. They’re going to need to move to a bigger trailer with more storage space, eventually.

Saul: one great example of why Saul feels as dedicated to his community as he does is the case of Menashe’s funeral. Needless to say it was a large ceremony, attended by a couple hundred people; Saul was so upset that he simply could not bring himself to read the (well-written, heartfelt) eulogy he’d written his own father. So, one-by-one, about twenty community members, friends and acquaintances of Menash’s got up and gave their own eulogy in his stead. Eventually, when they were all done (yet Saul was not done crying his eyes out), Shosh went to the podium with him and helped him deliver his eulogy. He certainly felt loved, then, and understood everything both his father and grandfather had ever told him about a community being there for its members at times of need. 

Saul & Ari: how guilty does Ari feel on a scale of 1-10 that he’s out of the country when a raid on a Neo-Na.zi group goes wrong and Saul is hospitalized with a broken arm/ribs, a good deal of internal bleeding, a fractured skull and a concussion, and Ari only finds out about it in retrospect, when he eventually makes his way back to New York and Saul is, much unlike himself, not at the deli? (: 

[minuteminx]

Revolutionary

Pairing: Preston Garvey/ Female Sole Survivor

Summary: In the aftermath of personal tragedies, Preston and Charlie both seek to make a difference in the Commonwealth and those around them. They could never anticipate the impact that they will have on eachother in the process.

Chapter Two: Quincy

Chapter Summary:  History is different when it plays out before one's eyes.

[First Chapter]

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“What is to give light must endure burning.” ― Victor Frankl

Quincy, September 2287

An early autumn sunset fell over the splintered buildings and raised walkways that surrounded the tattered homes and market stalls known as the Quincy Settlement.  Preston wondered if the sky had always looked like that, or whether the hazy pinks and oranges were yet another lingering effect of the nuclear fallout that had destroyed the Commonwealth some two-hundred years earlier.  Even if that was the case,  it was comforting to think that the end of the world hadn’t been quite enough to darken the Sun.

To call Quincy “the most prosperous settlement in the southeast” was doing it a big favor.  That its settlers had managed to survive in the harsh, swampy land rife with ‘lurks and ferals long enough to establish sound supply lines with Diamond City and Bunker hill was impressive, but Quincy itself was no thriving center of life.  It was just the only place where humanity had managed to establish itself in the region, and as such, it was a big target for raiders and mercs of all sorts, who sought to claim it for themselves.

Preston traveled to the settlement with Colonel Hollis and a small contingent of Minutemen in response to a distress call from the mayor.   Apparently a batty, old jet-head had some sort of vision that Gunners, a ruthless pack of cult-like murderers, were plotting to seize Quincy.  It was a stretch, in his honest opinion.  He’d never been the religious type, and he definitely didn’t believe in psychic visions.  It was just a coincidence that the militia had to drive back a small band of the mercenaries less than a day after their arrival. Many of the attackers fled when they were met with resistance; however, a young boy had been shot in the leg.  Last Preston heard, he still hadn’t recovered.

He finished driving a nail into the latest of many wooden boards he’d been using to fortify the settlement walls and stepped back to examine his work, dropping the hammer to the ground by his feet.  It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing at all.  Besides, there wasn’t much else he was qualified to do.  He’d never been any good with technology, so wasn’t any help to that mechanic, Sturges, nor was he important enough to sit and strategize with Colonel Hollis, Lieutenant Colonel Richards, and Mayor Jackson.

As far as Preston and anyone else was concerned, the only job he really had left was to walk around with a gun in his hand and wait for reinforcements. Not that he believed reinforcements would actually arrive.  Ever since General Becker died, the Minutemen hadn’t been known for being reliable, timely, or helpful.  It almost seemed hypocritical to use the name of an historical group named for being ready to help at a minute’s notice.

“Hey Preston,” chimed a familiar voice, snapping him out of the gloom and doom.  He looked up in time to watch Millie jump down from the walkway just above his head.  She frowned when she saw his face. “Oof.”

“You really need to be more careful,” he remarked as she put her hands on her hips.

“And you need to stop sulking,” she retorted, and handed him a container of purified water “You know, I had no idea when my dad recruited you all those years ago that you’d grow up to be my mother. ”

Preston offered her a shrug as he took a long swig of the water.  Amelia Hollis was the daughter, and only child of Colonel Ezra Hollis.  A handful of years older than Preston, Millie’d been his unofficial mentor since he’d joined up with the Minutemen at seventeen, lost, alone, and hoping to turn his tragedies into something meaningful.  Over the years, she had become his closest friend and constant shoulder to lean on, even after she and Richards coupled up. Part of him had always wondered if his feelings for her were mutual.  Turned out they were just friends after all.

“The walls are looking good,” said Millie, tilting her head and looking at his work.

“I did my best,” he replied, laughing and shaking his head, “Not sure what a bunch of old wood’ll do against laser rifles besides catch fire.”

“Better for it to catch fire than us.”

“That’s true.” Preston frowned and surveyed his surroundings as if reinforcements and an armory full of ammunition would miraculously pop up from the rubble.  He flinched when Millie grabbed his shoulders and squared him up to face her, eyebrows stern.

“We have done everything we can, Preston,” she insisted, grip tightening, “You’ve done everything you can.”

“It’s not enough.”  He shook his head and pulled away from her, attempting to walk past her.  “These people are counting on us, and all we’ve managed to do so far is get a kid shot.”

Millie blocked his path and crossed her arms.  “At least we showed up!  Listen, I know you’ve got these big ideas about what the Minutemen are supposed to be about.  You always have.  But it’s not the reality.  Sometimes all the good guys can do is show up.”

“And that’s just… okay with you?  Just showing up?”  His voice shook, but he refused to raise it.

“No.  ‘Course not,” she huffed and shifted her weight from one leg to another, “Look, the old man said he got a radio message from some guy.  Clint, he said.  Apparently they ran together when Becker was still alive.  Anyway, he’s coming with some of his people to help us out.”

“Didn’t Clint leave the Minutemen after Joe Becker died?”  Preston narrowed his eyes.  He’d heard rumors about Clint, none of them good.

“Dad thought so, too, but he’s offering help and we’re not exactly in a place to turn him down.”

“Fair enough,” he sighed, “Look, I’m sorry for being so pessimistic, it’s just…”

“I know you’re taking what happened to that Long boy personally,” Millie stated matter-of-factly, “But that ain’t your fault and you know it.”

Preston had a hard time convincing himself that he wasn’t responsible for Kyle Long’s injuries.  He had been so caught up with fortifications, he hadn’t noticed the boy following him around toting an old broom handle like it was a laser musket.  Gunners attacked before he could even tell him to run to safety.  Damned snipers had gotten up onto the walkway.  Several other members of the militia dealt with them while Preston Carried Kyle to safety, but the boy had already lost consciousness and a lot of blood.  Marcy’s desperate screams and curses still rang in his ears.  He deserved them all, no matter how many times Millie told him he didn’t.

“I failed to protect him,” he snapped, “And unlike you, I don’t think that showing up is good enough.  So, yeah.  It’s my fault.”

“Christ.”  She threw her hands up in surrender.  “I was just trying to help.”

“I know,” he said, and then paused, a brief, heavy silence hanging in the air between them before he pointed to the pharmacy with his thumb, “I’m going to go check on him.”

Millie nodded, and he turned to walk away, but she called after him.  “Hey… Preston?”

“Hmm?”  He looked back at her over his shoulder.

“Are we… good?”

He softened at the question and smiled.  After all, it wasn’t her he was mad at.  “Yeah.  We’re good.”

The Longs’ home was situated just above the pharmacy, which they owned and operated.  Preston could already hear shuffling footsteps and Marcy’s muffled, angry voice as he stepped inside, stomach twisted to hell  at the thought of facing her again.  He knew he needed to, that it was the right thing to do, but damn it if he didn’t want to avoid the painful conversation at all costs.  Taking a deep breath, he made his way to the back of the store and up the rickety wooden stairs and knocked on the locked door to their room.

“Who is it,” snapped Marcy.

Preston flinched.  He wasn’t used to people taking that kind of tone with him.  People usually liked him, and he didn’t immediately know how to react.  “It’s Preston, ma’am,” he said, sticking to his M.O.

“Great,” she replied emphatically, and with sarcasm that wasn’t lost on him, “Just who we wanted to see.  What do you want?”

“I came to check on Kyle.  I can come back later if—” He was interrupted by the door swinging open, nearly smacking him in the face.

Marcy stared him down, scowling from head to toe. Her eyes were red and swollen. “Well, come in.”

He nodded and walked inside, taking his hat off as he did so.  When he was just a boy, his dad taught him that it was disrespectful to enter someone’s home with a hat on; however, the gesture was wasted on Mrs. Long, who had not even seemed to notice.  She directed him around the corner of a divider that separated Kyle’s room from his parents’. The boy lay in bed, pale and breathing shallowly.  Jun sat beside his son’s bed, elbows on his knees and face in his hands, hair dirty and disheveled.  Preston cleared his throat, hoping to not startle the man.

Jun snapped his head up at the noise, a sad smile twitching on his lips.  “I’m glad you stopped by.”

“Really?”  The disbelief slipped out before he could stop it. “I just, well, I figured—”

“He’s been asking to see you,” Marcy explained, tone softening as she moved to sit on the edge of Kyle’s bed, nudging him gently.  “Sweetheart, wake up.  There’s someone here to see you.”

Kyle stirred, grunting as his eyes flickered open, first glancing between his parents then up at Preston.  A wide grin stretched across his face and he rose up to his elbows as best he could.  “Mr. Garvey!”

“Hey buddy,” Preston said, smiling back at him and kneeling beside the bed, “How are you feeling?”

The boy pointed to his injured leg and whimpered, “It hurts.”

Guilt and rage churned in Preston’s chest.  From the stain of blood that seeped through Kyle’s sheets, and his lack of color, he was far from being out of the woods.  It was not a good state to be in with an expected Gunner ambush.  Even if he survived an evacuation from the settlement, it wasn’t clear he’d be able to keep his leg.

“I know,” Preston managed, “I’m sorry.”

“Daddy says you’re gonna keep us safe from the bad guys if they come back!”

“That’s what we’re here for,” he answered, ignoring Marcy’s unimpressed scoff in the background.

Before the conversation could continue, commotion had stirred outside, first the loud metallic creaking of a gate being opened, frantic shouting, then a gunshot.  Marcy and Jun jumped at the noise, looked at each other, then to Kyle, then to Preston, eyes searching for directions.

“Stay here,” he directed them as calmly as he could, returning his hat to his head before rushing downstairs and out into the street.

At the gate, several Minutemen had gathered, weapons ready and aimed at a line of Gunners.  In the center stood a tall, burly man with an ugly mustache and hyper-reflective sunglasses.  A body lay on the ground at his feet—Mayor Jackson’s body, from the looks of it— and he held the colonel at gunpoint, laser pistol to the temple.  Millie fought against Richards’ arms, screaming as he held her back and out of harm's way.  Snipers once again lined the roofs and walkways as more Gunners poured in from all directions.  How in the hell had the Gunners managed to catch everyone off guard with such a huge contingent?

“Clint,” Hollis shouted, “You dirty, backstabbing son-of-a-bitch.  I should have known better than to think you’d actually help us.”

Clint, once an esteemed militia veteran, now a murderer. A traitor.  Preston’s blood boiled, sweaty palms tightening around his musket.  No one had seen him yet.  He could shoot, he thought,  just once before the mercs lining the walls would fire on the other Minutemen and innocent settlers alike.  Even if Preston managed to kill Clint with that one shot, it would be a bloodbath.

“You never were too bright Ezra, always letting that bleeding heart of yours get in the way,” he said,  finger moving up just slightly to hover over the trigger, “Should have put you out of your misery a long time ago”

“Dad,” Millie cried, breaking away from Richards, and rushing forward. “ Clint, you don’t have to do this.”

“No, sweetheart,” the man replied, despicable lilt in his voice, “I don’t, but where’s the fun in that?”

A gunshot rang out, a loud, searing blast of energy that caused Preston to flinch away, and he allowed himself to hope it had just been a warning.   But Clint didn’t exactly seem like the generous, warning shot-offering type of guy.  No, he and his whole crew were cruel and bloodthirsty, and Preston had just heard someone die.  He hadn’t been prepared for it to be Millie, who he saw fall to the ground just as he forced his eyes open.  The Lieutenant-Colonel cried out and attempted to rush to her, to catch her, but was met with a laser blast directly to the chest instead, collapsing in the dirt.  Panic pounded in his ears so loudly he didn’t even hear the shot that killed Hollis, and time stood still.  The settlement fell completely silent, no noise at all but the crunch of Clint’s boasting footsteps as he and his men advanced further into town.  

“Any more of you pathetic maggots want to take your chances?”  It was less of a question and more of false promise that anyone could survive.  If the people stood their ground, they’d be shot in the chest.  If they ran, they’d be shot in the back.  Some kind of options those were.  

Without anyone to give orders, without a prayer, the remainder of the militia and settlers scrambled, caged animals trying to escape the slaughter, Gunners stalking after them.  Preston stood numbly, watching the chaos from the pharmacy doorway.  He wanted to charge into the fray and take out every Gunner bastard he could before the snipers got him, go down with the sinking ship that was the Commonwealth Minutemen.  As useless as he was to anyone alive, he figured he’d be even more useless if he died.  After all, he’d given Kyle his word that he’d protect him and his family, and that’s what he intended to do.

As he turned to re-enter the pharmacy, he caught a glimpse of two crouching forms clinging to the shadows of the building next door. Sturges, rusty pipe pistol in hand, used his body to shield Mama Murphy  from any potential gunfire aimed at them.  Preston shouted at the mechanic, just loud enough to get his attention, and motioned for him and the old woman to get inside.  Relief washed over Sturges’ face, and he nodded, looked around to make sure they could make a clean break, and rushed past Preston and through the door.

“Shit fire,” Sturges exclaimed, more to himself than anyone else..  

“I told you he’d save us, Sturg,” Mama remarked wistfully, high as a goddamn kite, “I saw it.”

“I know.  I heard you all twenty times you said it before, Mama,” he answered, words clipped but not unkind.  He glanced up at Preston.  “Doped up prophecy or not, I’m sure glad we ran into you, man.  Got a plan?”

A plan.  Were things not so dire, Preston might have laughed.  He couldn’t even put together a single thought, let alone a plan that wasn’t “run” or “don’t die.” He shook his head. Stay here.  I’m going to head upstairs, get the Longs, and then we’re all going to get the heck out of Dodge.”

“What about the others,” Sturges asked, “Everyone’s trying to hightail it.”

“We’ll grab whoever we find on the way,” he answered somberly, “That’s all we can do right now.”

“Sounds good, boss.”

Preston shook off Sturges’ suggestion that he had any sort of authority or leadership over anyone.  He was trained and better equipped to fight than the others, sure, but he was no more in control of the situation than anyone else, no less scared.  He rushed upstairs to where he’d left the Longs just minutes before.  They’d left the door open, and Marcy and Jun jumped up from their seats at Kyle’s bedside as they heard him enter.

“What’s going on,” Marcy asked, desperation in her voice, “It sounds bad out there?”

“There’s no time to explain,” Preston insisted, keeping his voice as low and calm as possible, “I’m really sorry, but we have to go.  Now.”

“But—” Jun said looking back at Kyle who’d lost consciousness again, “It won’t be safe to move him.”  

“Safer than staying here and getting killed by those bastards outside,” Marcy argued, lifting her son up into her arms and then turning to face Preston. “Thank you for coming back to get us.”

Preston smiled, eyes lingering on Kyle’s face, peaceful despite all of the chaos around them. “It’s what I’m here for.”

[nukacoola]

Hey there! I see you were open to writing requests. I haven't had a chance to see your work yet so I'm sorry if this isn't the type of request you typically do! But, I was wondering if you'd indulge me with a little nervous/romantic MacCready confessing feelings? (for sole or Deacon or anyone else you want!)

“Ok, this is it. This is the day. You know what you’re gonna say. Don’t be a fu-, a freaking coward, MacCready. You’ve got this.” MacCready was nervously pacing back and forth in his house in Sanctuary. 

He had invited Sole over for dinner earlier that day but as the clock ticked and the time their meet was scheduled for crept closer, MacCready was getting more and more nervous. He wasn’t nervous because Sole was coming over. On the contrary, he loved hanging out with them. They made him feel happy and safe in a way no one since Lucy had been able to. He was nervous because of what he was planning on saying to them when they arrived. He didn’t know how to thank them when they had helped him kill Winlock, Barnes, and all of their Gunner goons. He didn’t know how to thank them when they still paid him extra caps even after they had become more like friends than business partners. He sure as hell didn’t know how to thank them when they helped him find and successfully deliver Duncan’s cure. And he definitely didn’t know how the hell he was gonna tell them that he, uh, how he felt about them. 

Duncan was out of the house, staying with Curie for the night, and he’d been practicing what he was gonna say all day. Everything should’ve been perfect. He should’ve been ready. Despite his preparations, though, he was a wreck. He was sweating bullets and no matter how much he wiped off his hands, his palms were still clammy. 

“Ok ok, one more time, from the top. Hi Sole! I lov- oh god what the fu- frick! God damn- darn it why can’t I get this right? Hi Sole, I-” MacCready jumped at the sound of knocking at his door. They’re here? Already? He checked the time. It was 6, just as they had planned. MacCready took a deep breath and tried to stop his heart from leaping out of his chest. He wiped his hands on his pants for the 50th time and made his way to the front door. Without letting himself overthink, he opened the door. Lo and behold, it was Sole. They looked really good, as usual, which only fueled MacCready’s nervousness further. Luckily, Sole’s bright smile at seeing MacCready helped ease some of his worries and he smiled back, genuinely. 

“Hey, Mac!” They greeted him with a warm hug which he eagerly returned. “You look really good. Is that a new shirt?” They smoothed their hands over his shoulders, admiring the clean button up.

“Uhh, yeah I just found it at an old Fallon’s.” He answered lamely. The truth is he had paid a good few caps in Diamond City to get a shirt this nice and clean. But Sole didn’t have to know how long he’d been preparing for this night. He noticed that they looked a bit dressed up too.

“So, what are we having tonight. If it’s molerat I’ll only be a little disappointed.” They teased. 

“No molerat!” MacCready promised, trying to keep his confidence up and his voice from wavering. “The brahmin steaks I’ve been making should be ready in just about 10 minutes. Would you like a drink?” He wasn’t sure about Sole, but he certainly needed one. 

“Sounds great.” They replied with a smile before making their way over to MacCready’s couch. “Those steaks smell amazing! I forgot how good you are at cooking.”  

“Oh uh, Thanks!” MacCready stuttered, quickly turning, half to go fix some drinks in the kitchen and half to hide his ruby red blush. He procured two glasses and poured them both some wine. After bringing the drinks over to the living area, he and Sole got to chatting. Mac’s awkward demeanor dissipated as his favorite person excitedly told him about prewar wineries. They were deep in conversation and deep into their drinks when MacCready’s cooking timer went off. 

“Is it done?” Sole asked, “I’m starving.” they flashed Maccready a bright smile which made his stomach flip. He shyly smiled back and nodded.

“It should be, why don’t you go sit down while I take it out of the oven?” 

“Sounds good!” 

MacCready turned to walk into the kitchen and grabbed some oven mitts. He removed the steaks, they were perfect. That made one of them. MacCready was practically shaking he was so nervous. He took a deep breath and willed himself to forget the fact that he was going to tell Sole over dinner. Hey, maybe if the food was good enough they wouldn’t storm out when they didn’t feel the same. He again tried his best to push those thoughts out of his head, instead focusing on the plating of the food. When he felt it was sufficient, he turned back to Sole. He found that they had busied themself with pouring some more wine and two glasses of clean water. 

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that.” MacCready smiled as he set the plates of food down.

“You’ve been slaving away all night! It’s the least I could do.” They grinned, looking up at him. If MacCready didn’t know better he would’ve thought there was a slight pink hue to their cheeks. It must’ve been the alcohol. Sole began to strike up conversation again as they sat down and began to eat. MacCready was starving too. Sole had always said he didn’t eat enough, but his delicious meal and hunger for it were doing little to remedy the nausea caused by the minutes ticking by. He had to tell them but he didn’t want to mess things up. What if they didn’t feel the same? And if they didn't, what if they hated him for ruining their partnership. What if-

“Mac? You ok?” 

Fuck. Sole was looking at him with concern in their eyes. Sole’s hand hovered near Mac’s, but they didn’t touch him. The merc looked back at his partner. His mouth kept opening and closing but the words wouldn’t come out. He had to say something. 

“I-,” Sole’s hand gently lowered to rest on his, “I just, well, we’ve been traveling together for a while now and I have something I wanted to talk about with you.” If his heart palpitations didn’t kill him, the look on Sole’s face would have. Their look of worry shifted into one of borderline fear. Did he already mess this up?? His question was answered when Sole looked away from him and spoke. 

“Did I do something wrong?” their voice wavered. Completely taken aback by this question. MacCready roughly grabbed their hands. They looked up at him, surprised. 

“No no! Nothing like that at all! I mean, hell, Sole! I don’t think you have the ability to do anything wrong.” Sole looked confused, but the worry they had worn before seemed to be gone. “You’re amazing and kind and funny and hell you look like you’re out of a dam-darn pre-war magazine!” 

He heard his words after he said them and internally cringed. That was not what he had planned on saying, but it was too late to take it back. He scanned their face for any signs of animosity but Sole’s face gave no indication of their thoughts. Their cheeks were definitely red, but that was uh, alcohol, again, probably. Mac’s face, on the other hand, could’ve been mistaken for a tato, and it definitely wasn’t from the drinks. 

“Wha-what I was trying to say was I- uh, well I really like you. In a more than friends or work partners kind of way.” MacCready stared at his hands, still holding Sole’s like it was his job. He didn’t want to look up to see a disgusted expression marring his friend’s gorgeous features. If he only had a couple moments of normalcy with them left, he wanted to be able to remember what it felt like to hold their warm hand in his. One of Sole’s hands moved from Mac’s. This was it. They were pulling away. Instead of what he suspected, however, MacCready felt Sole's hand cup his face and tilt it back towards them. He looked into Sole’s kind eyes with a bit of shock painting his own.

“I like you too, Robbie.” Holy shit holy crap oh my god did they just say that?? DID THEY JUST CALL HIM BY HIS FIRST NAME WHEN THEY SAID THAT??? Not even just his first name, a nickname of his first name! The merc felt like his brain was lagging. His face was on fire and he only subconsciously noticed how his stomach was doing gymnastics. Sole laughed. Their cheeks were flushed too as they pressed their forehead against his. 

“So is this our first date then?” They teased.

“I- uh, if you want it to be! I honestly didn’t expect you to feel the same. You’re just so…” MacCready trailed off. There was no way to eloquently explain how beautiful and kind and just overall amazing Sole is. They seemed to get the message though. They flashed him another one of their perfect smiles and leaned back. 

“I feel the same, Mac. I’m so glad you told me.” MacCready smiled. For the first time in a while, he actually felt at ease. 

“Let’s finish our dinner and then we can talk more.” He suggested. 

“Sounds perfect!”

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Here ya go! I hope you liked it :) <3

[dumplingsspookysweeties]

Naga bitty information

Here is the information on all the Naga (snake) bitties we have in the shop!

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Moonjelly (Undertale Sans): a peaceful garden snake, Moonjellies tend to live near homes and businesses with gardens or window boxes. He likes to pick off vegetables and eat small insects or the occasional mouse that enters his territory. He’ll adjust well to human contact and will eat any unprocessed foods (fruits, vegetables, meat). Keep a sun lamp handy so he can warm himself, though he can survive without it. It’s more of a comfort thing.

Sunjelly (Undertale Papyrus): another garden variety naga, Sunjellies are even more easygoing than their matching brothers. He only eats leaves and vegetation, being too kind to hurt another being for their food. They do enjoy sparing with either each other or other bitties, but only until someone gets tired. He’ll eat fruit, nuts, and vegetables, and enjoy the sunlamp, but he’ll also need more direct attention and love.

Hisser (Underfell Sans): These snakes are more aggressive, but they’re primarily egg eaters. They tend to live in tree hollows, eating the eggs of nesting birds or the young of the squirrels that also nest around those areas. He’ll be perfectly happy with a couple of eggs from your fridge, and a warm spot in the house, but make sure he knows you want to be there for him or he’ll get hostile toward you. He only allows family or those he cares for to be close to him.

Merc (Underfell Papyrus): A mimic in facial structure for a venomous bitty, these snakes have large fangs despite being constrictors and egg eaters. His diet at home would mostly be a large egg and some bits of meat, and he’ll warm slowly to an owner who provides for him. To get him to like you better, keeping a clean home and letting him choose activities will go a long way.

Bushsnake (Underswap Sans): These naga bitties are rarely seen because they tend to hibernate most of the year. They live around berry bushes since berries are their main food source. A Bushsnake in a home will not hibernate since they only do this for the purpose of sleeping through between berry ripening seasons. They will be awake year round and energetic. Feed on berries and fruits, frozen or canned is fine. Very quick to bond with owners.

Mouser (Underswap Papyrus): These are found in barns and other areas frequented by mice. It’s not that they want to hurt the mice, but Mousers are smart enough to know humans see mice as pests and that keeping their population down helps keep humans away from him and from the areas where Bushsnakes tend to live. In a home setting, he’s fine with any unprocessed food, but will be partial to meat just because they’re used to it.

DarkMoon (Horrortale Sans): These are hunters and despite their small size, they’re a force of nature. He takes down things his own size or slightly bigger, including birds, rodents, and the young of bigger animals. He uses his limited magic to corral his prey, and he’ll use it to prank you until he gains respect for you. This is easy to do if you have a good supply of meat and let him feast as he wants for the first few days.

DarkSun (Horrortale Papyrus): A general omnivorous naga, he’ll eat anything he can manage to swallow. DarkSun’s tend to enjoy home life a great deal and become very attached to kindly and generous owners. Feed any unprocessed foods, and treat him with respect, and you’ll have a friend for life in a fortnight.

Diamond (HorrorSwap Sans):  Named after the rattlesnake, these are actually constrictors. The name comes from the way they rattle their open ribs if threatened. They eat live prey, but are just as happy with frozen mice or meat chunks. Make sure to let them explore your body when they first get home, as they’ll be very curious about how a human or other monster is different from himself. Set your boundaries though, or he’ll go EVERYWHERE in his thirst for knowledge, and then he’ll be so embarrassed and ashamed when he finds out he invaded your privacy!

Treeboa (HorrorSwap Papyrus): tends to climb things, but is lazy and more likely to be an ambush predator. Enjoys eggs and birds, as well as small reptiles and mammals as prey. Will use you as a climbing post, but won’t hurt you unless you hurt him first. Climbing on you is a sign he’s accepted you as his owner.

Squeakers (HorrorFell Sans): Has the same problem with unintentional laughing and noises as all horrorfell sans types, but his come out as small squeaks. Will make these sounds even in his sleep, but if he is calm and happy it will be more rare than when he’s first getting used to his home. Omnivore, but leans towards meat in preferences.

Leader (HorrorFell Papyrus): One of the few venomous bitties, they tend to show their fangs in warning if they’re angry. He tends to stay in shady areas since he’s the most actively warm natured of the nagas. Eats meat of any kind, prefers whole prey. Will eat more if he has to defend himself and use venom.

Titan (UnderWorld Sans): prefers fish as food, and enjoys water. These are bigger than your average bitty by about an eighth of an inch around, and two inches longer. Their jaws work strangely, but they are generally peaceful and lazy.

Feeler (UnderWorld Papyrus): These naga bitties are fascinating and tend to eat small insects. They make their way around by magic sense alone, and enjoy having a companion to help them. They will also eat small pieces of meat, especially if it’s shredded.

Clicker (UnderWorldSwap Papyrus):

Clickers have the same mouth trouble as their legged counterparts, but it makes swallowing their preferred fruit diet all the easier. They’re usually found around fruit trees, especially when the fruit is falling. They can’t speak, but sign very well and will purr like most bitties when content and happy. They can be a bit of a scavenger, as they like and can easily eat fruit that is past its prime, so they sometimes end up a little drunk off fermented ones in the wild! Loves cuddling hands and fingers, curling all around them. They also tend to press their chests to palms, so you can feel their soul pulse. They want their owners to know they’re happy to be with them. this makes toys with holes they can slide through a definite must!

 Goosey (UnderWorldSwap Sans):

They will naturally summons hands to sign like their legged counterpart. In the wild, they live off the mashed fruit their brothers tend to bring. If they don’t bring any, or there wasn’t a lot, sometimes the brothers feed them like birds. (it’s gross, but they mean it in love and don’t do so in a proper home setting. or anywhere else there’s adequate food) They have heat sensing capabilities, so they can get around fairly well on their own! They also enjoy finding (but not eating) small mammals and playing chase with them. This can be simulated by using craft puffs warmed in a microwave or oven

Caesar (FellSwap Red Sans): This is another little venom baby. He likes to hiss and present his fangs, but won’t use it unless he has no other choice. His venom is anticoagulant and corrosive, so you’ll bleed for a while after but it won’t kill you unless you already have a condition in a similar vein. He eats meat and will keep your house rodent free without prompting. Haughty and prideful, he’ll hold himself pretty highly, so it might take a bit to win his favor. Once you do, though, he’ll beg for your attention.

Berma (FellSwap Red Papyrus): A constrictor, he’ll curl up into a ball as a defense. Be gentle and soft with him, and he’ll uncurl and lean into your hand in no time. Loves any food, but will ask for sweets often, especially maple flavored. Amazingly heavy for his size since his magic is thick and powerful.

Milksnake (SwapFell Purple Sans): impusive, these little squeezers are energetic and quick to bite, but won’t put pressure on if they aren’t scared or angry. They tend to squiggle around everywhere, and will make a lot of messes in trying to explore, so just clean up after them and wait till they’re satisfied they know the house. Likes anything food wise.

Rain Viper (SwapFell Purple Papyrus): basically, feed them anything and they’ll be fine. It’s a good idea to be nice to them, since they’re venomous, but their chill nature will make up for any slip ups. He tends to try to trick you out of more food, but it’ll be fine. He may also try to take your jewelry if you have any, or your spare change if you don’t.

Wyrm (UnderTomb Sans):

These guys hide snacks in their ribs like all Undertomb Sans types, and love wiggling around and acting ‘spooky’ by hiding and jumping out at others He’s a heavy boy - they average around three pounds! Will hide in your clothes if it’s cold, especially if you’re still in them! He just wants to be warm, so a big blanket with a few hand warmers inside will be just as good. For food, they like meat of any kind, but can eat anything.

Knucker (UnderTomb Papyrus):

A Knucker likes to hide in burrows; this can be clothes, sand, dirt, cotton balls, anywhere narrow that he can hide in. Warning, this means he might do this inside your clothes if he gets in there! Just tell him about personal space and he’ll not get in there again. Like most Undertomb Papyri, he has a screechy voice, but enjoys attempting to sing. Extremely curious and limber, he’ll try and get into just about anything, no matter how high up! They usually grow to about three feet long! he’s a lot longer than he ever would be tall, but that’s something he enjoys! so many coils to dig himself into! As for their diets, they eat meat by choice, but can safely consume any food.

Reverie and Figment: (dream and nightmare)

With similar powers as their legged counterparts, these little snakes deal more with daydreams. Reverie will help you have productive daydreams that help you get ideas for work, or for any creative endeavors you have. Figment will deal with the intrusive thoughts side of daydreaming, reminding you (when he senses they occur) that those are not your true self or a reality you’re facing, but the odd misfiring of your mind. They both eat anything you’d enjoy, but always want to eat at the same time. carry two servings of any treats you bring with you.

WARNING: DO NOT SEPARATE THIS PAIR. THE FIGMENT WILL GO DARK!

Dark Figment:

this variety will also lose his eye and grow tendrils on his back when he goes Dark. A Dark Figment will become venomous, but with a highly hallucinogenic substance that also corrodes nerve endings painfully. The visions will be all your worst fears coming after you at once, and you will see yourself doing terrible things to the people you love most. If you survive the experience (which is a 75% chance) you will never trust your own mind again without intense therapy. If you choose to try and rehabilitate a Dark Figment, please use extreme caution, have experience with venomous snakes, and wear thick gloves and clothing when handling. Again, it will take years before he is Safe.

Clay (ink sans)- 

His tail is long and thin, and his bones are etched with bas reliefs in the aztec style, which he likes to color with henna or other temporary dyes. He likes a balance of meat and vegetables in his diet and will happily cuddle or doodle with you anytime. He likes to use his namesake to make statues that he colors with his dyes.

Moccasin ( error sans) - requires antivenom in the starter kit. Tends to be one of the only Error types that doesn’t mind touch as much since he prefers his warmth to come from mammals than from an outside lamp or heater. Will substitute one of those ‘warm in the microwave’ plushies for their owner, though, if the owner has to leave. Prefers meat and fish for food.