#i couldn't live without nick valentine and yes man

[the-puppet-atilea]

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑—𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔! 𝙰 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙸 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝? 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌?

[the-puppet-atilea]

WAIT.. WHAT! you're a robot!!... *On my mind: he's sooo handsome, sexy, and a gentleman. I don't give a damn… even if he's a robot* (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)👌

Wait what? You’re a robot?

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Heart of Steel

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Inspired by this great song of Manowar:

Summary: You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....

Notes: I haven't played FO3, so I don't know tiny Maxson and I haven't quite finished the BoS story in FO4 so I'm not quite sure where this is exactly headed as I type the chapters as I move forward in the questline^^

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel

"The Institute Scientists have created a weapon that transcends the destructive nature of the atom bomb", Elder Maxson spoke purposefully.

Your gaze drifted towards his commanding presence, acknowledging his tall and undeniably attractive stature. During your time you travelled the Commonwealth, you never encountered anyone who exuded such confidence and grace. He paced in front of the new recruits like a predator stalking its prey and yet his radiant confidence stood like a shining beacon amidst the darkness of this world.

"Therefore, the Institute and their "synths" are considered enemies of the Brotherhood of Steel, and should be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly", he gruffly stated, carefully observing the recruits.

A knot formed in your stomach upon hearing those final words. While encountering various synths during your search for Kellog, not all of them had been friendly. However, influenced by Nick's unwavering assistance and his quest to find your son, you were convinced that shooting each and every synth on sight couldn't be the right course of action. Nick had saved you countless times, without gaining any advantage out of it and you seriously doubted he'd ever be an enemy to anyone who didn't deserve it in the first place.

Maxson noticed your attention drifting away, evident in your slouched posture and vacant eyes as your mind was clearly preoccupied with other thoughts. Whether or not he could discern the exact thoughts running through your head, he felt a sense of his authority being questioned.

"This campaign will be costly and many lives will be lost. But in the end, we will be saving humankind from its worst enemy... itself. Ad Victoriam!", he slammed his fist proudly on his chest.

The voices of the other recruits interrupted your trail of thoughts prompting you to join them in mimicking the gesture. As they left, you stood awkwardly in front of the Elder, a faint sense of panic tingling beneath your skin as you realised you were now alone with your new superior in the room.

"Requesting permission to speak, Sir", you asked, every muscle in your body tense as your ingrained military habits took control and you continued upon seeing the Elder nod, "Paladin Danse informed me that you wished to speak to me personally."

Maxson looked a little surprised as you spoke up. The others within the Brotherhood always treated him with respect, some fearfully even, but your way of talking reminded him of old military records he'd read up on.

"Ah, right. The new recruit Paladin Danse spoke so highly of in his report. I was told you're quite the skilled marksman, which is an exceptional achievement for a civilian like yourself... It takes quite a lot to impress the man that much, especially for recommending you for such a quick and impressive promotion. Were you already skilled with a weapon before you joined?"

"Yes, Sir, in a way. I'm not sure if Danse mentioned it but I'm from a vault, I was kinda stuck in cryostasis for over 200 years, prior to that, I served in the US Army", you nervously chuckled as you recounted your journey into the vault after seeing the bombs being dropped.

Maxson's eyes widened, revealing his surprise for a second before he regained his stoic composure. You intrigued him greatly, a beautiful woman out of time, having served during the pre-war era, now finding herself aligned with the Brotherhood and by extension with him. He was determined to unravel the mysteries that surrounded you. The coldness in his voice faded slightly and he leaned in closer as he spoke, his eyes staring straight into your soul.

"It's quite fortunate that you came across Paladin Danse then, isn't it? Most of our people are young and inexperienced, and some have even come from a life of crime and thievery. But you are quite different, aren't you? And I presume you must have been an exceptional soldier, otherwise you would have most likely been assigned a non-combatant role, or maybe even left out of the vault altogether. I'm sure that the Brotherhood has great need of someone like you and could be quite useful as a Sentinel or even a Paladin yourself."

You sensed a shift in his demeanour, your gaze trailing over his form, noticing the subtle change as he reverted back to the hardened exterior you initially witnessed. All that praise, almost flattery, the prospect of climbing the ranks so fast without even knowing you had to come at cost, one he'd surely reveal soon enough.

"But I have to ask one thing... How do you feel about Synths?"

His question ignited a panic, crawling underneath your skin while your mind pondered on a possible answer. Given his speech earlier, you were well aware which answer was the right one to get you on his good side and yet...lying would was the opposite of everything you stood for. Regardless of the consequences, you refused to simply utter the words he wanted to hear but you wouldn't exclude diplomacy either.

"I'm unsure, Elder. I understand they can be dangerous and yet, one of them saved my life and is trying to help me find my kidnapped son. I'd deem it unjust to simply shoot him on sight."

For a fleeting moment, Maxson's gaze drifted off, a slight frown forming, or maybe it was more of a twinge of regret, crossing his face before he cleared his throat and spoke sharply again.

"Remember our principles, Aspirant. EVERY Synth is a threat to our mission and our values. NEVER trust one under any circumstances, regardless of them appearing kind or helpful. They are only acting that way to manipulate and trick us."

"May I ask a question in return, Elder?", you asked in a calm tone.

It was a careful delicate dance around the principles of this Brotherhood and the man's unyielding view on people who's worst and best sides you came to experience while searching for your husband's killer. You could tell from the Elder's blank expression that your audacity to push this subject further after his warning irritated him. However, what you couldn't see was that, deep within the inner turmoil that defined Arthur Maxson, he almost relished in the fact that someone finally dared to challenge him fearlessly yet respectfully. Unlike most recruits who blindly followed his every command upon stepping foot on the Prydwen, which certainly smoothened the daily operations of the Brotherhood, you possessed a spark of individuality that intrigued him, one that each of the others lacked. After all, it often was this very spark that led to great deeds, exceptional knights for the Brotherhood. Perhaps, it was even the same spark that had propelled him towards his current role as the Elder of this faction.

"Very well. Go ahead and ask", his eyes were locked on you now.

"How can one make sure oneself isn't a Synth?"

This clearly caught him off guard, he was expecting the usual question about why every one of those machines would pose a threat but this was something new. You sensed his hesitation to answer so you elaborated further.

"I come from a time where Synths didn't exist, they are, as so many other things in this world, new to me and I clearly experienced them differently than the Brotherhood did. So how I would I know that I'm not one of them? Or anyone else around me for that matter?"

Maxson seemed puzzled by your question, as if he had never considered it to this extent before and while he had to admit that you made a valid point, he remained determined never to openly acknowledge this fact to a new recruit.

"The Institute wouldn't dare to put one of their own creations in the Brotherhood of Steel on purpose. We've also taken measures to make sure a Synth cannot infiltrate us in any way. A Synth is a machine, and therefore I know that I am not one. And neither are you."

The corners of your mouth twitched into a faint smile, pleased to see your plan unfold perfectly. He didn't need to voice it out loud for you to detect the subtle indications of doubt, the hint of hesitation as your question struck a nerve, and in just a fraction of a moment, it became apparent to you that beneath the hardened and austere exterior carried by the Elder, there laid something more concealed.

"Thank you for reassuring me, Elder."

"You're dismissed, Aspirant", you nodded and turned around but stopped when he continued, the severity in his voice returning, "as a former soldier you should be aware of the consequences of questioning your superiors. You'll be cleaning the showers and latrines down at the airport, all of them. Consider this your first assignment and a lesson. Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel."

You let out a sigh as you made you way towards the elevator. After spending over two centuries in cryo sleep, waking up in a desolated Wasteland to join a faction like an army, only to be punished with the task of cleaning their bathing facilities for asking a single question. Was it truly worth it? You chuckled to yourself as you pressed the button of the elevator, a triumphant grin spreading across your lips. Yes, it was. You struck just the right nerve to get a faint glimpse underneath the Elder's stoic surface and you were determined to take whatever punishment he'd throw at you if it meant you'd finally get through to him. There more to him than he'd show and you were too intrigued to let it slide.

Little did you know that Arthur stood by the window, observing the bustling soldiers moving around the main airport building just underneath the Prydwen. His mind was consumed with thoughts of you, the timeless woman, who wiggled her way into the Brotherhood, the same mischievous yet well meaning spark in her eyes he was all too familiar with. He knew exactly what game you were playing with your question. But two could play this game, he thought to himself, a hint of amusement curving his lips. He'd see how you dealt with the punishment. What secrets could he winkle out of you? Suddenly a trembling sigh escaped his lips. Would he be to resist you if the mysteries around you would turn out to please him? Only time would tell, for now, the most important was to free the Commonwealth of the Institute's threatening claws. Ad Victoriam, he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes as he desperately tried to banish the images of you from his mind.

This recruit would either be a curse or a blessing and the very least, a challenge.

Chapter 2 - Tour of Duty

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[the-puppet-atilea]

𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙔 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙀'𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔! 🕵🏻‍♂️💘

[the-puppet-atilea]

#if they didnt WANT us to fuck the old synth then WHY did they make him so fuckable +1 I THINK THE SAME!!!

[the-puppet-atilea]

''𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜… 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎.''

𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔.

[the-puppet-atilea]

𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝙾𝙲 (𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 -𝙽0𝟺, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚙𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚜 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝—𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!

[the-puppet-atilea]

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖!🕵🏻‍♂️🎨🖌️

My Red Rocket set (Second part):

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Who would have imagined that Courier would survive a gunshot to the head? A normal human wouldn't have made it. One destiny. Two scientific organizations. Three experimental projects (Nick V. / DiMA / -N04). What path will they take?

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Courier -N04: Hey Nick, can you sing, or will your metal jaw fall off?" *I was joking, of course, but I decided to put the holotape in my Pip-Boy* /The music started to play/ Nick: ah.. it's nice to know that you find new horrible ways to laugh at my expense. *He stands up and lowers his fedora, which makes his eyes shine more in its shadow* /Nick starts singing/ Courier -N04: *I was left speechless. I didn't expect him to actually sing, but of course, that memory would remain etched in my mind for the rest of my life*

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Horny at 4 A.M in the agency.

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Nick, the first night with you is like:

Are you sure about this? I'm a tin man and old synth, No woman/man/person wanted to touch me with this body.

You would be the first in 200 years. Are you really sure...?

Nick, after a week doing naughty things with u:

Doll, don't tell me you're already out of batteries.

Come on, my coolant is still pumping!

*He is more possessive and passionate than Hancock, perhaps 200 years without human touch had an effect on him but it's too cool for showing it. You have unleashed a beast, at least in public he maintains his appearance*

#Doodles in work!

[the-puppet-atilea]

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, -𝙽 *𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.*

''𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝟹𝟾 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎''

''𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜''

𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗: 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔! 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜! 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜—𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢! *𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎*

''𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝟹𝟾'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝—𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘-𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐''

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔: 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚕. *𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎*

''𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝—𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚜''

''𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 -𝙽𝟶𝟺 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐—𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 ��𝚘𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝—𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗''

''𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝—𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎—𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔''

[the-puppet-atilea]

# He’s so insanely beautiful, I just want to drag him against my chest, shove his face between my tits, and make him forget the fucking rest of the world even exists...

# I’m sorry — but not really... (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc) 💛

you know the drill. new page, new panel. trying a cleaner inking style for the one-off. it's not sustainable for long time coming, but fun to try nonetheless.

get your cheering arms ready: he's wearing a vest again

[the-puppet-atilea]

#alternately he is drinking like whiskey or something and he just tops up his coolant system with whatever liquids he finds ....

#which is horrifying from a mechanical standpoint eugh

Nick Headcanon:

the reason he sits and drinks frequently is because he is losing / burning / evaporating coolant and its actually coolant in his glass.