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[nickmulciber]

X (any muse of mine)

send me ‘X’ to see how your muse appears in my muse’s NIGHTMARES

Nick doesn't often remember his nightmares but this one he gets to see play out in real time: Ludo makes Mary happy. Ludo makes Mary smile, laugh, light up. Nick had worked so hard to make sure she'd never do those things without him haunting her thoughts, and Ludo's taking it away from him.

[urbanqhoul]

Coffee For Your Head [Fallout 4- Nick Valentine & John Hancock]

sSOOO

this is is kinda my first attempt at writing short lil fanfiction, I’ve written before for video’s n such but I’m by no means great at it so plz dun stab me I just wanted to write some fluff for my fav ship quq.

This takes place in my prewar AU- aka fallout 4 companions if they existed before the bombs dropped n all that fun stuff

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“Think ya really need to work on impulse control, kid.” Nick said flatly as he carefully tried to keep John from falling over in his drunken state well they stumbled back home.

“To hell with that...! Those assholes were practically begging for it...” The smaller man grumbled as he almost tripped over his own feet, causing them both to stumble forward before Nick corrected it. 

They’d both had a painfully long week with a particularly bleak case to solve involving a missing spouse. 

It was by no means out of the ordinary but something about this one specifically had stuck with him and he decided to distract his brain from it with a visit to the local pub.

 As always John insisted on tagging along claiming it was “To help him home” afterwards when they both knew full well who was more likely to get passed out drunk. Predictably the night had proceeded with some banter well Hancock sporadically got side tracked by challenging other patrons to drinking games. 

It was during one of these ventures that ended in Hancock roughed up, bruised with a bloody nose followed by getting kicked out of the bar. 

“...You know I’m pretty used to you getting into a tussle or two- But usually it has a reason. Care to tell me why you tried to knock the daylights out of a stranger?” Valentine prompted, raising an eyebrow.

His response was simply an annoyed groan as he wiped blood from his mouth, “Can we just take a fuckin’ bus or something- its too damn cold and I think the cunt fractured my knee…”

Ignoring it then, alright…

“Think they might call the cops if they see you like this, Really don’t need to end the night in the drunk tank with Danse starting us down like a bunch of roaches. Sides we’re almost home.” Nick said tiredly before carefully taking on more of John’s weight to keep him off his bad leg. 

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“Sign up now and prepare for the futu-”

The television was promptly turned off leaving the only sound in the room, the gentle buzz of the coffee maker, and a snort of irritation from Hancock as he laid flopped over on the couch.

 Nick had just finished tending to his injuries and left him in the kitchen, well he prepared something to combat the inevitable hangover.

“Can’t tell you how sick I am of seeing vault tecs trash everywhere. Like hiding away in a hole in the ground is an amazing alternative and not a slower, more boring death.” He shuffled through the endtable’s drawer before pulling out a thin can of mentats- only to have it promptly snatched away by Nick and replaced with a warm coffee.

“Really looking to just lose every last bit of grey matter you have left tonight aren't you?” The detective chided as he sat next to him, paying no mind to the glare he received before John reluctantly sipped his drink.

After a moment of silence he spoke up again, “...Are you ready to talk about it?”  He asked slowly. “It isn’t like you to pick fights with folks who didn’t earn it.” “He did.”  Came the sharp reply before being cut off by an irritatingly loud slurp as he chugged the rest of the coffee. “Piece of shit- he was talking a load of garbage about you.” John muttered quietly, indignation clear in his tone. “About Winters and...Jen…”

At the mention of his long passed fiance, Nick felt his heart drop into his stomach. A familiar emptiness that came anytime her and the bastard that took her away were brought back to the forefront of his mind. 

John avoided eye contact, gripping the coffee cup with such force it was a wonder it didn’t shatter. “...He went on and on about how you must’ve been so traumatized by everything to have taken up with some street rat druggie. I can deal with that type of shit towards me- it's basically my entire life but using...everything you went through as some petty fucking insult- You don’t deserve that.” 

Nick started to say something before cutting himself off, his half hungover brain trying to process everything he’d said. 

Thanks to the high publicity of the Eddie Winters case, he’d become well known within diamond city. 

Though he took the high road and ignored it, he knew how much people loved to talk about him. About the broken man who’d lost everything trying to catch Winters only for him to get away scot-free. 

It’d been several years since all of this transpired but the moment he was found to be in a relationship with Mayor Mcdonough’s brother- everyone of course started to talk again. 

A stoic old private eye who lost to a crime boss, taking up with a drugged up vigilante was far too ironic for the public to resist. It baffled him how much free time the tabloids had to waste on him, exploiting the tragedy of his past and ‘scandal’ of his present.  

 Hancock had a way of hiding how much things bothered him. Most who were unfamiliar with him would say he was an overly confident arrogant jackass. And well there was a certain truth to that, those who knew him better would find that it was a façade. 

Nick could see it slipping out right now. The brash part of him that was quick to fight a judgmental prick fading away, revealing the hurt man underneath. The part of him that became tough because life didn’t give him any other choice. The part that needed him right now.

Unsure of what to say, Val reached over and pulled him into a tight hug that seemed to have caught him by surprise. 

“...You know I don’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks right?” John tensed up before relaxing in his embrace, nuzzling tiredly into his shoulder. “I know...It's just- Feel like I’m makin’ life harder for you. You’ve already gotten more than your fair share of bullshit from the world.”

“Doll they can talk all they want. I’m lucky to have you, Mayhem n’ all~ ” Nick couldn’t help a faint smile when Hancock’s hold on him tightened followed by a snort as he peeked up. “Ya need to give yourself more credit, you’ve been the best thing to happen to me in a long time…” 

“You’re real fuckin’ cheesy you know that?” John teased planting a soft kiss on his neck, “Do me a favor and take me to bed already, I need to sleep for at least the next year. That asshole was a shit fighter but he did manage to get a few decent bruises in on my legs.” He insisted, letting himself fall over into Nick's arms. “Think you just might be lookin’ for an excuse to not walk a few feet.” With a tired chuckle, Nick lifted Hancock up with what seemed like no effort at all.

“Ya know you’re surprisingly strong for being such an old fuck~” 

“Mm, think it might have more to do with you having the body weight of a starving cat, but that's just an educated guess.. “ 

[averbaldumpingground]

Oil Slick

What do the stars look like? A bit like your hallow, black eyes, when you stare, disbelieving, those seconds between your last scream and the preternatural quiet that comes with the moments between when your hands and your fingers obey your own thoughts and that viscous, wet feeling, a little like sludge and old petrol, that drowns out your shrieking, your remnants of being and self.

You think he’s forgotten? You think he forgives you the moment of your own betrayal? How he called for you, his voice pitched among the containers, his eyes wild with stark realization and rage.

But for it to go on like this, his smirk much too brittle, his dark eyes too hard and too much like the traitor you made him, the murderer that he’s always been, it feels like your own lungs are burning, alight now with kerosene vapors, and blazing like napalm and lust.

And lust? Well, that was what had been your folly. His leonine smile, the solid expanse of his shoulders, the cock of his eyebrow when he made his sympathies known. It spiraled from there, with your senses, his lips and his skin and dark corners, somewhere in vast, dim smoky rooms.

All you can do now is struggle, your fists not your own when you hit him, the set of your spine far too calm. His teeth are too sharp as he watches, his movements too fluid the moment he finally lets got of your arms. You follow him like you’re his shadow. You cry out inside your own head.

[thecursedhellblazer]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒    

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @laughter-in-white​​​ (( Thanks!! =D ))

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @adventurepunks​ (Nick or Zee) @thegreenxrcher​ @obsessionsarenotforheroes​ (Jessica) @blizzardmuses​ (Kori) @cosmosfated​ @pi-jessicajones @awaywardboy-andhisangel​ (pick your boy!) @thedemonconstantine​​ (aye, aye, aye, you don’t do this kind of stuff, but just in case you want to poke Timmy...or the demonic bastard) - & whoever wants to steal it ! (Tag me if you do!)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟏    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

NAME: John Constantine

EYE COLOUR: Blue

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOUR: Blond, kept more or less short (mostly reaching down to the collar of his shirt). Often messy, for one reason or another, even if he tries to fix them when he had a moment of peace.

HEIGHT:   5'11"

CLOTHING STYLE: He has quite a few different sets of clothes, but he usually go with rumpled trench coat, white shirt, trousers and tie.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: He is quite charming in general, in a dangerous sort of way, that has more to do with his attitude and personality than with his looks. Perhaps his eyes or his face.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟐    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

FEARS: Failure. Losing people. Needles. Never being enough. No redemption.

GUILTY PLEASURE: Being choked, hurt and manhandled during sex (and returning the favour). Warm relaxing bath with a bowl of lemon and strawberry ice cream, his Silk Cuts and a good gin and tonic (...even better if he has some company)

BIGGEST PET PEEVE: Having to pay taxes on almost everything and receiving shitty services in return.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Staying out of Hell. Or working up his way through the hellish hierarchy if he does. Having a quiet day when he can just sit down and enjoy a pint without interruptions. Not needing to keep buying a thousand toothbrushes because of someone. Getting something right without loose ends or consequences.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟑    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: “...I need a fag.” or “Where th’ fuck am I?”

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Regrets, past mistakes, people he lost. How to get his hands on that one artefact / spell / plan he needs to get out of the latest trouble he got himself into.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: He is usually either too drunk or to exhausted to have coherent thoughts.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: His ability to cheat his way out of almost every situation (even if it comes with a price)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟒    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES:  Single, double-dates at most

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Loved It doesn’t really matter

BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains (even if he’s very much attracted to physical looks too)

DOGS OR CATS: Cats (even if they can be a lot of troubles)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟓    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE: Yes (they call him “ConJob” for a reason)

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: Depends. John is very confident of his abilities and knowledge, sometimes too much. All in all, however, he is conscious of his level of expertise and knows how to use it at the best of his capability. Things change when it comes to be confident in himself as a person. With trauma and past mistakes he can’t forgive, he mostly thinks of himself as worthless of anything good. His vision of the world and of himself is marked with a strong pessimism, which leads him to constantly see only the shadows, only the half empty glass, to constantly expect for the other shoe to drop.

BELIEVE IN LOVE: Yes, he does. He has experience it in person a few times (with Nick and Zatanna, with Kit), but he isn’t very confident on the fact that he’ll ever manage to find a long-lasting one for himself.

WANT SOMEONE: Depends. There are days when he longs to have someone by his side, and others where he’s ready to push away even the very few friends he has.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟔    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE: Yes (in his younger years when the Mucous Membrane were a thing)

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: No. He’s always fed his rebel side (unless you count the persona he at times creates to play out his cons)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟕    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Blue, in most of its shades.

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Undead rats. Pets and animals in general aren’t really his thing.

FAVOURITE BOOK: He doesn’t have one favourite book, but he mostly enjoys historical dramas and thrillers from time to time. He might dig up a comic book, even if less often.

FAVOURITE GAME: Seeing what he can get away with. Stealing Chas’s caps. Football (as in watching the game on TV or, more rarely, letting one of his mates dragging him to the stadium)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟖    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 10th of May

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: Verse-dependent (adult main verses: 40-45, but looks 5-10 years younger)

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟗    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE: a bloody good reckless rush o’ adrenaline A pint in pub wit’out someone or somet’in’ comin’ to crash me damn moment o’ peace n’ quiet.

I FEEL: Lost. Cursed. Always down. Like ‘m  constantly drownin’. Like I could use another fag.

I HIDE: Most o’ woh n’ who I truly am. Wohe’er I need to ‘ave t’in’s go th’ way I wants ‘em to.

I MISS: Most o’ woh I lost.

I WISH: ...Too many t’in’s.

[daddyfuckinlonglegs]

Fallout OC Interview

So @lookbluesoup​ tagged me to do this, and I… well I did it my own way, as ever. It’s long, so I hope you wanna stick with it. If you wanna do it, I’ll list the questions as a comment. I dunno, I don’t tag people really, do it if you want to. Particularly @bagheera-is-back​ and @wasteland-mama​, and @saltsealed, but really, I’m enjoying reading them, so do it if you haven’t already. Nate ducked through the doorway, shaking the dirt from his shoes before stepping inside. Piper grinned and gestured to the chair opposite her, and untucked a small, stubby pencil from behind her ear. “Thanks for doing this, Blue. I’m sure they’ll get sick of hearing about you soon enough, but for now, we gotta give the people what they want.”  Nate nodded, settling quietly into the chair, the leather of his jacket creaking as he lowered himself down. He hitched up his trousers at the knee, sniffed, cleared his throat. Piper smiled at him, and nodded to the table next to him. “There’s a beer, if you want it. Help you relax a little.” Nate raised an eyebrow. “You tryin’ to get me drunk, Wright? Liquor me up and hope I spill something good? Not very ethical.” He smiled, a little curl at the corner of his mouth, and Piper looked alarmed. “Oh, no! No, nothing like, that, I mean, there’s… there’s some water too, just, y'know, thought…” She cleared her throat nervously. “Shall we get started?”

She regained her composure, pulling up a chair in front of Nate, backward, and leaning her notepad on the back of it, legs straddling the seat. “So, first up, tell us some basics; what’s your full name?” “Uhm, Nathan Christopher Stahl.” “Mmhmm, and how old are you?” Nate shrugged, that little smile playing at his mouth. “Old enough to know better? I dunno, I was thirty-seven when the bombs dropped. So, give or take 200 years…” Piper flashed him a small smile. “Okay, give the readers some idea of what you look like; defining features, as you see them, what do people notice about you first?” Nate shuffled, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Uhhh, I dunno, I’m…tall, sorta gangly? Black hair, sideburns. My… my nose is kinda…” He pressed his finger to the tip, pushing it up and exaggerating his nostrils. They both laughed, and he looked away to the ceiling. “What is this, anyway, a personal ad? You tell ‘em what I look like.” “Oh don’t worry, I intend to.” She laughed. He winked at her, and she dropped her eyes to the notepad, blushing slightly. Dammit he made her nervous. “Okay, so tell us a bit about where you’re from? You a Boston native, or…” He nodded. “I was. Been here my whole life, except for, y'know, deployment. I grew up pretty near where Goodneighbor is, right by the Common. Moved over to Newton when I was about eight, nine. It was a nice place.” Piper nodded enthusiastically. “I bet it was! Things must be so different now… What was it like, growing up before the war? Can you tell us a little bit about you as a kid, what kind of things you’d get up to?” Nate sat back on the sofa, slinging his arm across the back.  “Well, my dad wasn’t around so much, he was a SEAL, so he - a SEAL was like a really, uh, highly trained soldier, best of the best – so he wasn’t around all that much, me and my mom used to spend most of our weekends with my Grandpa, over in Roslindale. He was a good guy, let me pretty much do what I wanted to do, helped me build campfires and we used to go fishing sometimes. I never had the patience for fishing, so it always turned into a sorta… life lessons in a boat. Let me have a beer, smoke a cigarette, talked to me about girls, y'know, the stuff your parents wouldn’t like. My mom found out once, when I came home with beer spilled all across my pants, and boy she was mad. He was, uh, sneakier, after that. I got a lot of good memories with him.”  “My mom, well, she had a temper, but she always did her best. I think all the time alone must have really gotten to her, especially with me, being a mischievous little bastard so much of the time. I didn’t exactly make it easy for her, but I think she was dealing with more than I really understood, at the time. My dad…” He paused, cleared his throat. “My dad and I never saw eye to eye.”  Piper let him sit a moment, just in case he’d pick up the thread, but he stayed silent, looking off into the corner of the room, over his shoulder. He turned back to face her. “What’s next?” Piper nodded, licked her thumb and flicked the pages of her notepad. “Uhm… lemme see. Why don’t you tell us a little more about your association with the Minutemen? Rumour has it you’ve been promoted.” Nate laughed.  “Nice to hear the Boston rumour mill is still in tip top condition. Yeah, I’ve been… requested to take on a more directorial role. The Minutmen are certainly growing again, there’s more and more settlements being established as a network across the commonwealth, more and more people signing up to watch each others’ backs and have more folks to rely on in a crisis. Lieutenant Garvey has been hard at work, rebuilding the Castle and the ranks are looking stronger than ever, even got a team modding power armour.” He smiled, leaning forward. “For any raiders out there reading this, that’s a real gentle way of saying don’t fuck with us.” Piper grinned. “Might have to censor that one, Blue. Don’t want to offend the delicate sensibilities of the commonwealth’s finest, y'understand. What about the Institute? There’s some, uh, talk that you’ve been inside, some questions about who you’re working with?” Nate sucked his teeth, shuffling his feet uncomfortably. “I’m not in a position to address that.” He leaned forward. “Between you and me, my Geiger counter is in the shop, and this is a bigger shit show than anyone thought. You can say I avoided the question, say I said no, whatever. I can’t talk about it.” She wriggled in her seat, flipping a fresh page, her eyes flashing inquisitively. “Okay, gotcha. So… back to Lieutenant Garvey, he’s one of the people you’re often seen travelling with, and you two seem to have a pretty good chemistry. Is he a squeeze, or is it purely professional?” Nate rolled his eyes. “Wright, this is gossip mag territory. I thought you were better than that.” She shrugged, her cheeks colouring a little. “Hey, not my fault, the people wanna know.” Nate sighed. “No, he’s not a “squeeze”. We’re close, for sure, he’s someone I trust, and we’ve saved each other’s assses plenty of times. But the same goes for Nick, and for Bobby MacCr- sorry, RJ MacCready. Honestly, Valentine is… I don’t think I’d have made it without him. He really kept me in line when I was trying to go off the rails. I owe him a lot.” Piper smiled sincerely. “Yeah, Nicky’s a real good guy. Lotta heart, for a synthetic man, huh?” He nodded. Piper took a deep breath. “So, to press the question a little, is there anyone you’re involved with, currently? Romantically involved with?” Nate chuckled under his breath. “Not exactly. There’s… I’ve got, shall we say, interests.” “C'mon Blue, spill it.” She prodded. “Give us lonely commonwealth folks some hope.” He laughed. “Well, there’s… a little guy, from out of town, he knows who he is. And, well, Diamond city certainly has it’s fair share of pretty girls. Pretty girls with plenty of attitude, girls that make the authorities a little uncomfortable. I’m a sucker for a girl who knows how to get what she wants.” He met her eyes, and Piper’s stomach leapt. He’s kidding, he’s just a goddamn flirt. “Okay, so to move on… Enemies. You gotta have a fair few of them, being in your position?” Nate nodded, drawing his lips tight. “Yeah, unfortunately. The gunners, predictably, are not exactly looking to pat me on the back. The Brotherhood, we don’t see eye to eye either, I blew them off a while back and they’re not exactly pleased that we’re establishing a force of our own with the Minutemen. I spent enough time taking orders before the bombs, I’m really not looking to join up again. I’ve seen enough combat on other people’s terms.” “Do you enjoy the fighting? What’s the wildest combat story you’ve got for us? Spin us a yarn.” Nate considered, tugging a cigarette from his pocket. “Well, there’s… Do you mind?” He gestured at the cigarette, Piper shook her head. He lit up. “There’s a few, to be honest, taking out a deathclaw inside a museum, that was a traumatising experience. That’s where, y'see the scar here?” He tapped beneath his right eye. “Those things are lethal, even when you’re out of arms reach. Threw a big fucking chunk of ceiling tile at me, busted my nose pretty good, but made it out alive.” Piper whistled. “Lucky.” Nate shook his head. “Nah, I don’t believe in luck. I’m just grateful MacCready managed to do more than just shit his pants. Can’t blame him.” He inhaled and blew the smoke away quickly. “Don’t print that, he’ll kill me. There was the Castle, too. Big bastard Mirelurk, Garvey said it was a Queen, that was a close call. If I live my whole life and never have to smell another…” He shuddered, Piper laughed. “Not a fan of the aquatic life then?” “Not particularly. Bloodbugs though, they’re the… fuck those things. Can’t stand them. Bloatflies too, disgusting.” “Any critters you don’t hate?” She smiled. “Plenty. From a distance, Yao Guai are some majestic looking things, aren’t they? And mole rats, when they’re just going about their business…” He held his hands up like paws and stuck his teeth out, imitating the rats’ snuffling sound, and Piper laughed out loud. He grinned, and took another drag. “I don’t know about you, I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for them. And, maybe this is pre-war hagover, but protectrons, y'know, I kinda love the big stupid things. I used to work for RobCo, before I was in the Navy, and I always liked 'em the best.” Piper sat forward. “Used to work for RobCo? So you’re a bit of a whizz with electronics huh?” Nate shook his head, sucking the cigarette. “Not really. I was sales, I can do a bit of maintenance, and shut things down in a pinch, but I never had the flair for that stuff. My speciality was convincing people to buy stuff.” “Ahh, more of a sweet talker, huh?” “Takes one to know one, sugar.” He winked. “Yeah, I’ve always been more a lover than a fighter, and my mouth has gotten me into, and out of, plenty of trouble. Good with my hands, too, for what it’s worth.” He flicked his eyebrows in a quick arc, a half smile curling the corner of his mouth. Piper blushed again, laughing. “I can see why. You’re a rouge, aren’t you? What other tricks have you got up your sleeve?” “Well, I’m not a bad swimmer, my aim’s pretty good, I’m pretty light on my feet, make a good steak.” he laughed. “And I might not be a brute-force kinda guy, but I can hold my own.” Piper nodded. “And how was it, adjusting to the world out here? The radiation? You must’ve been pretty shocked at the mutants, and ghouls…” Nate nodded. “For sure, it was a shock. Coming out of the vault was… I was already in a bad place, freezing and alone and… y'know, everything. When I got up to the surface, I just… my knees just went out, and honestly, I sat and cried, I don’t know how long.” He stubbed out his cigarette.  “The next… I dunno, month or two, it was hard. Even just getting up, just walking around, it felt like all my bones were made of lead, my head full of water, y'know? I made it to Goodneighbor, but I was so sick, all the food I’d been scavving was poisoning me, and I didn’t know what the hell was happening. John – Mayor Hancock – got Amari to fix me up, but we, uh… he and I had some pretty serious misunderstandings back then, so I didn’t stick around to rest like I was supposed to. Nick really looked out for me around then, but… in the midst of it all he ended up being out of action, and Mayor Hancock ended up trekking into the glowing sea with me.” Piper’s face dropped. “I know. Crazy. Trust me, it was more crazy than it sounds. But he kept me alive, and we held up pretty well considering. I’ve never seen one man soak up so many chems before, but then, I wasn’t far behind.” Piper tilted her head quizically. “Are you a fan of… recreational substances, then?” Nate looked at the ceiling and chewed his lip. “Uhhh, I dunno, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship there. I’ve… been known to enjoy myself at a party, in the past, y'know, before the bombs. Sometimes a little too much. But things are different out here, and some can really change the tide of a fight. I’m not saying you should, I’m saying it’s an option, in a pinch.” Piper nodded. “D'you ever think about life before the war?” “All the time. All the time. So many places here have bits of my life attached, sometimes it’s like a little niggle in my stomach - “gee, I could really go for an ice cream right now!” - other times it’s like the floor falling out under you.” She sidestepped the obvious sore point, instead asking; “What’s ice cream?” Nate furrowed his brow. “It was… so it’s milk, like a thick cream, and they froze it, but not like a block of ice, it was… it was more like snow, I guess, like thick, sugary snow. All different flavours, you put it on a… a kinda waffle cone, and it just melted in your mouth, or you could put it in a soda and…” He paused, laughing. “It’s a lot harder to explain than I thought. But you’d have liked it. Sometimes couples went out for ice cream, like on a date, before a movie or something. I bet you’d have liked that too. I might even have offered to take you.” She laughed, smiling wistfully, eyes bright. “Sounds… tasty. You a soda kind of guy? I can’t get enough of the stuff.” “Well, I wasn’t,” he gestured, “before the war. But the fact that Nuka Cola is practically the same as it was then… it blows my mind, and it’s a nice little slice of memory. I heard some people are trying to find the formula, want to get the bottling plant up and running again. How’s that for an achievement?” He laughed, and Piper wanted to reach out and touch him, smooth her fingers across the little lines at the corners of his eyes, put her hand on his chest and feel his voice under her palm… She smiled at him. “Speaking of achievements, what would you say is the biggest one for you?” “Uhh, not being dead yet? I dunno, helping Preston re-establish the Minutemen is… it’s a huge thing, and I wouldn’t take credit for it all, but joining them, really making things better for people and really… instigating change. That’s something I’ve always wanted. I’m glad to be a part of it.” Piper nodded, scribbling frantically. “Any regrets?” Nate swept his hand through his hair, looking away again. “I dunno, that’s a big question. Yeah. I have some. I can’t really say more. Sorry.” “That’s okay. Would… would you say you have goals?” She leaned forward. “Things you’ve learned from those regrets? What do you want, what’re you working towards for the future?” He rubbed the corners of his mouth and thought for a moment. “I… guess I want to make a home again. Not just for myself, but for… for everyone out here. Just to make people feel safe, to bring a little bit of the lightness that life used to have. To give people back that… hope.” He looked at Piper, his eyes flicking from deep thought to a mischievous gleam. “Short term, I’d like that beer, and maybe to get laid. I dunno if you want to publish that though.” She laughed, blushing, closing her notebook and hopping to her feet. “I think that’s the perfect ending; giving the people hope, just like you said.” She stepped close to him, extending her hand, and he shook it warmly. “Thanks for being such a good sport, Blue. And… if you ever want to hit the road with someone, you just remember where to find me, 'kay? I’m always on the prowl for a new story, and you seem to just… scoop 'em up, by accident. I think it’d be a lot of fun, travelling with you, and I’m not too terrible with a pistol either. You gimme a shout, y'hear?” He stood, tugging his jacket down over his stomach, and nodded, smiling. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

[devoutbrother]

NAME:   ARTHUR ERNEST HASTINGS .

NICKNAME(S):  

Percival Hastings ,  Artie / Arty ,  Victoria’s Pet ,  A “Friend” Of Miss Boyle’s .

THEIR PROFESSION:  

This is very verse dependent!

PRE - GAME :   Redactor at the Department of Archives, Printing, and Recycling, working to rewrite history and working to hide anything from the public that may cause mayhem, downer outbreaks, chaos, or general sadness.

DURING - GAME :   Technically various, including a butcher’s assistant, collector, runway star, temporary and/or interrum Simon-Says Priest / “Nick Lightbearer”, and other such ones. However on record, he has none, because rotten downer’s don’t get so lucky!

POST - GAME ( REMEMBER ,  PERCY DEAD ) :   A journalist for the local newspaper, wherever he has settled in the Mainland.

POST - GAME ( REMEMBER ,  PERCY ALIVE ) :   Percy’s botanical assistant, helping him manage the money of his self-grown business. An article editor on the side, fixing any mistakes when not watching after his brother.

POST - GAME ( FORGET ) :   Unknown.  [ though i believe that since his old boss at the O’ Courant is dead / has become a downer, he would start handing out papers on the streets. he would have forgotten being a redactor, and wouldn’t go back unless offered the job again. ]

WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND:   

This is also very verse dependent, however as in-depth. If it’s pre-game, anywhere within the village, though typically in the Parade / Emerald City.

If it’s during game, he would be literally anywhere in Wellington Wells. He’s quite the sneaky bastard, so locating him might be difficult.

Post-game is anywhere in the Mainland / Britain. 

FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE:   

Arthur canonically seems to enjoy things raw. He especially loves to eat mushrooms raw, believing they’re quite tasty! He also has an affinity for chocolate and fruits, having quite the sugar tooth.

However, since he’s quite malnourished and has grown to realize he’s been eating rats for years, he’s willing to eat anything not to starve. So long as it’s not any sort of rodent. Never again.

FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK:  

Anything that’ll give him any sort of buzz. Though, he does like drinks that are much more dry or bitter, as opposed to sweet. He likes his tea and coffee unsweetened, too.

FAVOURITE TRAIT(S):  

In others, I assume?   Loyalty ,  Compassion ,  Devotion ,  Big-Hearted ,  Strong-Willed ,  Listeners ,  Honesty .

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE:   

Arthur tends to pay attention to what his lover enjoys. He often went sneaking into places with Sally, as well as started smoking because of her, and got into science because of her as well.

He will almost always go wherever where they want to go, as long as it’s not something odd or outrageous.

He, however, would love a good movie date. If not that, a nice evening walk in the park. He adores the evening breeze and the peace that comes with night.

IDEAL GIFT:   

Papers, papers, papers! Arthur loves to write little notes everywhere, or little poems or ideas he gets. If not that, notepads, pins, books -- he is a very literature / english / writer-esque person.

He also would love nice clothes! He usually only wears suits and the like.

WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL:   

Though he will slightly indulge during parties or events, he tends to drink heavily, especially in excess when something unfortunate comes about. He’ll down as many as he can so he can forget, pass out, and wake up the next day with the past all flushed away. That’s what he did before Joy came out, after all.

HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED:   

It depends on how close he is to his woman. If he knows he can trust her, than he’ll do it as soon as they want to! Arthur loves to feel pleasure, but he also wants to make sure his woman is extra comfortable before they take that step.

TAGGED FROM:  @radioreign ( i hope you learned more about arthur, thank you ) ! TAGGING:  @missinghastings​ ( did you like the thing i added to the post-game occupation ) ,  @morning-glcry ,  @theketchupspy ,  @deutschag ,  @gxthic--days ( for bobby ) ,  and anyone else who wants to !

[waterstar2016]

“Two Shades of Green” Part 6

Second post tonight of this story. I’m bored. 

I’m really excited to see this come to life. If you are following thank you!

***Disclaimer…TMNT is not my creation what so ever. It was created by very talented other people. Thanks to the internet I’m I can to create my own characters to play with their creation. Immogene, her father, and Brian are my additions.***

The next day Immogene awoke feeling sore but well rested. She also had to use the bathroom. She slowly moved herself to the side of the bed and made a mental note to ask for a cane. April had been helping her so far, but today she was with Casey running some errands.

Immogene calls out. “Um…Donnie, Mikey, Leo anyone?.” She really hated being this dependent on anyone. But her leg really hurt. Donatello had gently explained that she needed to have an artery repaired. He’d told her that the star had just nicked it, and she was very lucky. Immogene shuddered at how close she was to succumbing to her wounds that night. Donatello also needed to fix a layer of muscle. To top all that off, there were 30 neat little stitches that closed the gash. Donatello had explained to her the kinds of painkillers she was on. An antibiotic was also included to make sure any bacteria that would have been left on that damn star were nullified. She knew all of this was necessary but the meds left her reeling.

Donatello came running “Gen! You’re up! That’s great!” He had gotten there first because he had been sleeping on the chair just outside the lab. “Thanks, Donnie, can I have some help making it to the bathroom door? She looked at him and he blushed deep. Immogene smiled to herself not wanting to embarrass him any further. You’d think after already seeing her in underwear he wouldn’t be as flustered. “Uh yeah, sure I can do that”…he gulps out. He grabs his lab jacket so she can cover herself.

Raphael was sitting on the other side of the room polishing his Sai. He was listening to the interlude between Donnie and Gen and it was just pissing him off. “Why wouldn’t she call me, she called everyone but me”…and there’s poor Donnie getting all flustered…” Raphael storms across the room and loomed over his brother and the woman.

Donnie was in the middle of trying to find the best way to support Immogene. Helping her wasn’t the problem he just didn’t want to accidentally touch something he shouldn’t. She wasn’t desperate for the bathroom yet, but she would be soon. Raphael looks to Donnie and says “Hey bro I got this.” Immogene swallows. Looking at Raphael from across the room is one thing. Having him stand over her and she can’t see around him is another. She shivers, not in revulsion but at the pooling, she felt inside of her. Raphael notices the slight tremor. He squints and growls slightly, rolling the toothpick he has in his mouth. Immogene realizes that he was probably thinking she didn’t want to touch him.

Immogene quickly recovers her composure and shyly places her hand on his shoulder. His muscles were so large that she couldn’t find anything to hold onto. She finally settles on his shell. She had to reach but could still grasp it comfortably. Raphael looked down at her and said “Ya ready princess?” He places his arm around her and grabs her at her waist. He’s very aware of the curve he is holding onto. He rolls his head and focuses on helping her. “I know it hurts but let’s try to put some weight on that leg…not too much now just lean on me, I’ve got ya that’s it…”

On one hand, Immogene was happy that Raphael wasn’t treating her like some china doll, she was hurt but she wasn’t broken. On the other hand, she wanted to be babied…by him. Rolling her eyes she thinks that those drugs were really messing with her head. She slowly made it to the bathroom while trying her best not to acknowledge how fast her heart was beating and how much of her waist, hip, and ass his large spanned hand could hold onto. Immogene leans into Raphael and tries not to snuggle in too much. She thought to herself that if she has a boyfriend, why did she feel this way in Raphael’s arms? She’d just met the guy! By the time they’d made it to the bathroom a tear had slid down her cheek. The pain was just so bad even with all the medication. She turns her head as she hears April calling “Hey guys is Gen up yet?” Raphael notices her tear and grimaces.

Suddenly he bellows…“O’Neil get ur butt over here!” Immogene cringes slightly. April comes running. Raphael gently releases her waist and removes her hand from his shell. His huge three digit mitt wrapping around hers. He transfers her hand to Aprils shoulder and then storms off before she could even thank him. Immogene looks at April with a perplexed look.

Why would seeing her shed a tear make Raphael bolt? It was like he wanted to get rid of her. Granted, he’d helped her walk and supported her so carefully. For someone so huge, he was surprisingly gentle. He’d encouraged her to keep walking and seemed proud of her until he saw that tear. Immogene just shook her head and leaned on April to take her the last few steps to the bathroom.

“Aaaaarrrrrrrgh! Those stupid fucking foot clan!” Raphael sat down on his weight bench and grabbed the heaviest weights he had and started pumping. Soon sweat was pouring down his face and his breathing was hard and heavy. He leaps up and starts pacing while throwing punches. “How could those evil bastards hurt her like that!”

Leonardo hears Raphael going off. Actually, the whole lair was hearing him go off. He knew this was a dangerous time, but he decided to go check on him. Leonardo pops into the room where Raphael is bellowing and regards his younger brother. He knew Raphael was a hot head and had a hard time controlling his temper. Leonardo lets out a long sigh. Despite his own growing attraction to Immogene he decided to talk to Raphael. He’d seen how Immogene had leaned into Raph when he was helping her, and he wished that it was him.

“Hey, Raph…” Raphael freezes and his eyes narrow to dangerous slits. He growls out “Leo, what the fuck do you want.” His chest is heaving and muscles are rippling in the faint light. “I’m not in the mood for one of your lectures.” Leonardo just shakes his head and says “Cool it Raph, I’m here to offer an ear if you want to talk or,”…Leo glances sideways at Raphael …“to spar.” Leonardo readies himself…he knew what was coming. Raphael gets a glint in his eye and charges.

They sparred until Raphael slowed and went back to pacing. Leonardo took his chance to talk. “Raph look, Gen’s gonna be fine, Donnie did a great job of stitching her up and all of us will help her get her strength back.” Raphael growls out “Sure fine, whatever.” Leonardo waits patiently and is surprised when Raphael hesitantly continues “Leo I just hated to see’n her like that.” Raphael hangs his head. “When I saw her cry to Donnie it made want to kill something!” Leo just stood there in stunned silence, Raphael rarely revealed anything personal, especially to him.

Raphael sighed and then grinned. “Thanks for the spar Leo, it always makes me feel better to kick ur ass.” Raphael takes off and Leo could hear the whine of a motorcycle starting up. Raphael was going foot hunting. Leonardo sighs. “Annnnd he’s back.” So much for the heart to heart.

The next morning Immogene put on Donnie’s lab coat and grabs the bag of clothes and a small assortment of toiletries that April had picked up for her. April had said she’d get to the apartment when one of the guys could go with her. They wanted to make sure the foot wasn’t hanging around. Just as she was about to ask for help she noticed a cane on the chair next to the bed. There was a huge orange bow on it. Immogene picked up the tag and laughed…in big bold script was. “XOXOXO…Mikey”. She’d made her way to the bathroom on her own with the help of Mikey’s gift.

Immogene looks in the mirror and sees how pale she is and how there were small shadows under her eyes. She sighs and starts up the shower. Up until then, she’d only managed sponge baths. Time to change that. The spray washes over her body and Immogene breaths a sigh of relief. Her thoughts drift off to the guys. She was beginning to care about all of them. Immogene groaned inwardly when she thought of Leonardo and Raphael. What was it about those two? When they were in a room together the tension was palatable. Chasing thoughts of Brian away she thinks of Leo. There was definitely an attraction, and she was pretty sure it went both ways. Turning her thoughts to Raphael she feels her heart flip and her body starts to sing. Snapping herself out of it she quickly turns the shower off, dries and gets dressed in the jogging pants and t-shirt April had bought for her.

Immogene left the bathroom and found Donatello, Mikey, and Leonardo sitting in the lotus position around what could only be described as a very very very large rat. This must be Master Splinter. April had told her that he would be talking to her today. Immogene gasps lightly but quickly composes herself.

Immogene bows as gracefully as she could as she was taught by her own Sensei years ago. “Master Splinter, thank you for allowing me to stay here while I recover, I’m so grateful for what you and your sons did for me that night.” She hiccups slightly and Mikey reaches up and grasps her hand and gives it a squeeze. She takes a deep breath and continues. “I understand what a risk it is to bring me into your home and I want to say I would never tell anyone your secret…there are too few good guys in this world. I wouldn’t do anything to harm that.” At that point, Mikey slapped his forehead and ran bringing back a chair so Immogene could sit down. “Thanks, Mikey” she smiles gratefully at him.

In the background, Raphael had silently crept in and hears Immogene talking. She sounded happy, and she really didn’t seem repulsed by any of them…Raphael just shook his head and growled “Snap out of it Raph she shuddered when ya put your arm around her. She thinks you're a monster.”

[nickmulciber]

@xavecamour​

“Perhaps, but no less important.” Ludovic smiled politely, though made a note never to turn his back on the other man. His eyebrow shot up at the comment, confusion flooding his expression. “You seem to have me confused with someone else. I haven’t been benched, in this season or the last. If I had, well, I certainly wouldn’t have been chosen for the England national side this summer.” He turned away as the drinks were brought over, paying the bartender and pushing the second bottle over to Nick. “So, who do you really support then?”

--

Of course Nick was important. That was never actually in doubt. Unlike Bagman’s importance, which grew more questionable by the minute.

“Really?” Nick winced in feigned embarrassment, looking away like Severus always had when Evans trounced past back at school. “Well this is bloody embarrassing, sorry. Must’ve gotten you confused with one of the other players. You are Bagman though, aren’t you?

“I’m rooting for Ireland this year, but mostly because it really annoys some of the other Oblivators. Apparently I’m a tasteless arse. Do you think you’ve got a shot at it, then? The title.”

--

[littlethingwithfeathers]

RULES: 
Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I borrowed this from the ever lovely and fiercly fabulous @yarnandchocolate

Nickname: Birdie 
Star sign: Cancer 
Height: 5'9"

Time right now: 10:34 pm central standard time

Last thing Googled: Looking for a gif of Rizzo the Rat from the Muppets. Don’t ask. It was relevant at the time. 
Favorite music artists: Billy Joel, Cambridge Singers, Marc Gunn 
Song stuck in your head: The Miner’s Lullaby  
Last movie watched: Star Wars: A New Hope 
Last TV show watched: Mythbusters 
What are you wearing now: An NPR shirt and yoga pants and flamingo print socks 
When did you create your blog: 2011. Sheesh... 
Do you have any other blogs: Yes! I keep a polyamory blog @apolybird and a classical music/inspirational/get off your ass blog called @mygrandmotherspiano 
Do you get asks regularly: Not really. 
Why did you choose your URL: Well my nick name is Birdie, and while the official reason for that is that I reminded my friends in high school of a flamingo, I’ve always sort of pictured myself as that tiny little angry bluebird in the Nat Geo photo contest. And so I bastardized a line of Emily Dickinson, and here we are! 
Gender: Female 
Hogwarts House: Slytherin through and through. 
Pokemon team: Mystic! 
Favorite color: Saturated rosy pink. 
Average of hours of sleep: 8-9.
 How many blankets do you sleep with: One, unless it’s really really cold.  
Dream job: I sort of have my dream job as a stage manager. But I would also like to be a travel blogger. Or a videogame critic. Maybe in another life. 
Followers: 678. None of which are porn blogs at the moment! I tend to keep them weeded out.

I tag: @kaminaduck @catcmack @sherlock913 @mandysimo13 @lawlessdragon @cactusowl @draconthetwinblade @hexmeridian @arcaneirony

[xpwewarchive]

XPWEW Friday Night Pyro (3-27-2020)

Friday Night Pyro Episode #419 March 27th, 2020 Los Angeles, California The Barracks

Show Intro

Commentary: Kaitlyn Khaos & Nick Simmonds

Opening Segment: Champagne Clausen comes down dapperly dressed. Champagne: “It was last January at Guilty as Charged I was in the midst of the most dominant world title run in this promotion. And I warned the All Man not to metal in that and what did he do..he did. I told him then that “consequences will never be the same!” And it took this long, whether it was our bean-headed general manger Romeo Roselli who told me I couldn’t challenge for the title as long as he was champion well then just like I thought and just like everyone else All Man proved he was indeed “just a TRANSITIONAL champion” and now here we stand. 2 days! 2 days! I get my hands on that rat and I get my hands on that smiling, that fake, that fraud, that snake in sheep’s clothing Golden Bryce. I get my hands on both of them. I don’t gotta pin em, I don’t gotta knock them out, I don’t even have to snap their leg in half. ALL I HAVE TO DO is hit one move. Three times. In the blink of a second, in the pop of a cork I can be world champion again

Freight Train enters Train: “I think you might have a bad memory Curtis cause I remember it was only 6 or 7 days ago in this building you pushed my friend. You hit your daddy. You did a bad thang. Well you know what you might have just pissed me of. I took Troy off the medicines and Sunday he’s gonna have a lot to say so you better cover your hind-end or say I’m sorry cause I bet he’s real mad Champagne: Huh...haha Do they call you Freight Train because your the size of a train or do they call you Freight Train because your mind tends to slip off of the tracks. Because NEWS FLASH idiot! He’s a vegetable! He has no memory, no frame of reference since Halloween! Y’know the one with candy! Bring em out! I’m sure he’ll come out here and tell nobody in the crowd that he’s the best, we’ll I’ll say this if he does anything again to impede MY SPOTLIGHT. I’m gonna do more than sedate him. I’ll sedate him permanently and you can whisper that to that human bag of meat. So why don’t you go do that

Freight Train slumps his shoulders and leaves he keeps looking back sadly

Champagne: LEAVE!

All Man, All Woman & Scott Steiner enter

Steiner : Your daddy issues are nobody’s concern your moron. Nobody gives a damn about your carrot cake brain daddy ok all people wanna see is THE POPPA BACK ON PYRO! LOOK AT THE LARGEST ARMS IN THE WORLD

2 weeks ago! I got checked into the hospital and I looked the grim reaper right in his beetie eyes and told him I ain’t leaving until the ALL MAN wins the title 2 times! 2 times!

All Man: 2 times! 2 times!

Champagne: that’s cute, I’m looking to do what neither of you have done. Win that title a second time myself, All Man really? Let’s recall your title reign, you beat me after I had a hard fought match, you beat me with a low battery okay and then you defended it at Flirting With Disaster and Golden Bryce beat you in 8 minutes and let’s see Scott I’ll use your math here.

Steiner: HEY THATS MY GIMMICK! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!

Golden Bryce enters with the TITLE

Golden Bryce: I feel like I’m watching Step Brothers right now lol both of you sound the same. Complaining. Not doing. I MEAN GUYS! 48 hours! 3 finishers. ZERO FANS! Oh wait sorry Tenille, I respect women!! Scott! glad to see you’ve made a 100% recovery

Steiner: SHUT UP GOLDYLOCKS

Bryce: corpses tries not to laugh

Steiner: Listen up!

All Woman: Scott Steiner!, This Sunday it’s going to be a 3 Way Dance for the XPWEW World Title at Blitzkrieg between All Man, Champagne Clausen and Golden Bryce! What’s your opinion on the upcoming bout?

Steiner: **You know they say that ALL MEN are created equal but you look at the ALL MAN and you look at Champagne Clausen and you can see that statement is not true. See normally if you go 1 on 1 with the another wrestler you got a 50/50 chance of winning. But All Man is ALL IN and he’s not normal. So you got a 25% chance AT BEST of beating All Man at Blitzkrieg! Then you add GOLDYLOCKS to the mix! Your chances drastic go UP! Because he can’t win a big main event match to save him life and he ain’t even gonna try! See the 3 way at Blitzkrieg. You got a 33 1/3rd chance of winning, but All Man! All Man has got a 66% and 2/3rd’s chance of winning!

Senior Champagne! The numbers don’t lie and they spell disaster for you at Blitzkrieg!

Kaitlyn Khaos: “I’ve just gotten word from General Manger Romeo Roselli that tonight! The world champion Golden Bryce will go 1 on 1 with Champagne Clausen and All Woman will act as the special guest referee. That’s gonna be interesting and that is tonight’s main event!”

<<Let’s get this COVID-19 awareness episode of Pyro under way and take it straight to the action!

1 on 1 M1: Doxy Deity defeats All Woman w/ All Man and Scott Steiner @ ringside

<<<Back and forth contest, both competitors were able to get action and offense, This match showcased All Woman even in LOSS because she’s had very limited ring time in the Fed since joining last July but this match we got to see her shine a bit because she really has only had a handful of matches here. In the end Doxy would catch All Woman mid air off the top rope then hits her finish in a great matchup. Quick and fast paced. Steiner’s ringside commentary made it funnier” Steiner: “Do it for my freaks?!!!!”

[PROMO\Hype] Lockdown 7 in 56 days May 23rd, 2020 Dubai, United Arab Emirates mini documentary showing performers hyping up the biggest event of the year

[In-ring segment] Interview from James Westerbeck! XPWEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Slayer w/ Rosemary& Lotus

Priscilla Kelly bathtub promo }}} Priscilla via Titan tron challenges Slayer to a match for the xpwew international title this Sunday at Blitzkrieg

Slayer accepts So just like that! BREAKING NEWS! This Sunday at Blitzkrieg Slayer will defend his XPWEW International Title 1 on 1 against Priscilla Kelly! Sheeeeeeeeee’s baaaaaaaaaaack

((Slayer walks to the back)) (((Rosemary joins the commentary booth with Kaitlyn Khaos and Nick Simmonds and she’s in character the whole time and Rosemary is creeping Kaitlyn Khaos our the whole time, absolute golden on the mic during this match. Hyping Lotus up!

1 on 1 M2: Lotus defeats Genevalisse

PROMO: XPWEW commercial informing all the UK fans that we sincerely apologize that Blitzkrieg set for this Sunday was suppose to take place at the O2 in London but not to worry because! *Anarchy in the UK by Sex Pistols plays “Because this September we are bringing the XPWEW Anarchy Rules pay-per-view to you! That’s right! We can’t wait to bring the best fans in the world some Xtreme wrestling!!!”

The Set enters Ruckus joins commentary but he is silent the whole time (he goes to light up a blunt) Nick Simmonds: Do you mind um I uh have bad asthma Ruckus: hits blunt coughs intensely/ Damn Vro me too < Siaka Lexoni is sensational at the commentary booth putting over Jordan Oliver, Myron and Kotto over big time >

Tag Team Match M3: Myron Reed & Kotto Brazil defeat Jacques & Dragon Kid

1 on 1 [XPWEW Juniorweight Title ON THE LINE] M4: Jordan Oliver defeats Based Fabian

(((Match of the night, total spot fest #Dive)))

Garrett Thompson and Ethan Bedlam enters GT @ McGraw (speaking into camera) “Last week McGraw it was merely a flesh wound! Merely a mercy beating! I could have beaten your bullocks within an inch of your life, but your little wee damsel in the distress saved your backside huh. Ryu come to this ring.

McGraw enters with a neck brace on

Ryu steps in front of him “it’s not worth it, he’s scum, he’s scum, don’t do this. Not now.” GT and Bedlam wants McGraw with his hand motions just baiting him in to come get this 2 on 1 beatdown < McGraw jerks the mic out of Ryu “You gotta be the luckiest muffin eating sum bitches I’ve ever seen! Ethan Bedlam get your finger outta Garrett’s ass GT: “Your not funny....Not funny mate” Leonard: Oh that ain’t funny. Not so funny. Well hell son I’m not a modern day Monty Python here shit But if this is all comedy, if this shit is just a joke to you GT I’d suggest I get your input on this next bit ive been working on! [[[MCGRAW SLOWLY PULLS AWAY THE NECK BRACE REVEALING THAT HE IS NOT INJURED THIS WHOLE TIME] <<GT cocks his head sideways and Bedlam looks back and forth in confusion>> McGraw: Oh well hell it ain’t funny but it damn sure is peculiar. This neck straightening device here don’t mean shit to me because damn son I don’t need it I’m not injured I don’t have broken neck, I don’t have a broken bollocks or whatever the fuck you said, I don’t have a bedfellow named Ethan and I sure as hell don’t have a fanger stuck up nobody’s ass but what I do have is a challenge I want you in this ring 1 on 1 this Sunday you big bastard GT: Leo, You don’t deserve a match against me you peasant. But I’ll say this. If you can beat...Ethan Bedlam...1 on 1 inside a steel cage this Sunday then you’ll get your match Larry the Cable guy Leonard: So this is how we’re gonna play it? Your gonna put your life partner in harms way like at? I’ll step in a steel cage Sunday but right now I’m just gonna get a piece of your ass first ((Mic slams)) Leonard hits the ring and takes out both Bedlam and GT but GT gets out of dodge by throwing Bedlam in front and Him quickly

LEONARD MCGRAW DECKS ETHAN BEDLAM WITH THE BUCKSHOT AND DAMN NEAR TAKES HIS HEAD OFF!

McGraw in ring flips off GT standing at stage

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Leonard McGraw and Ryu join commentary Ryu is nice and polite Nick Simmonds: “Leonard why did you pretend you had a neck injury” McGraw: “I got kids to feed man and sometimes it’s a good way to get out of work shit! But even I get complacent I wanna get back in there and I’m fixing to beat Ethan Bedlam’s ass in that cage match come Sunday

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SE4SON: Chapter 13

[*Behind the closed doors of a domestic castle*]

A large man, in a large room, sat on his comfy throne, accompanied by his two royal guards. He was 220 pounds, hair was bleached blond, and his skin was pasty fair. This man wore a crown, and long drapes, decorated in expensive gems. The room was ornamented with fancy pottery, huge fantasy paintings, pelts made from wild animals, and a red carpet.

"Your greatness?"

The royal cook entered the room. She was pushing a cart, holding a silver serving dish, with a lid. The guards were a bit surprised by her sudden appearance, so they raised their spears a bit. The king then called off their weapons. As the dish was pushed right in front of the king, the cook removed the lid to reveal his supper.

"Today's menu, dear lord: Stuffed roasted peacock, butter poached parsnips, umble pie, and a selection of your kingdom's finest brandy. Bon appétit."

The king chuckled in delight, for he was vanished. He took the napkin and wrapped it around his neck. Just as he was about to dig his fork and knife into the fowl, a deep voice entered the room, much to the king's annoyance. It was the king's chancellor, Richard.

"What might be for you to waltz in here AND DISTURB ME DURING MY MEALTIME?!" Shouted the king. "Uh, my apologies for the sudden disturbance, sire. Just thought I'd let you know... *Ahem* I thee bring a report to file!" Said Richard. "Hmmm? A report, eh? Well, it better be worth letting my dinner get cold!!" "You see, it appears a protest has broke out among the middle class citizens in the village!" "A protest?!" "Yes, indeed! They are demanding that we lower the estimates on certain needed essentials such as food, healthcare, and home mortgage, and they refuse to negotiate peace or silence until they get it!" "Any clue who started the protest?" "Yes, sire! It was a couple, in their early thirties, by the names Joseph and Sadie Philip!" "Hmmmm...."

The king walked off his throne.

"Send in some of my most skilled, noble knights to break up the crowds! They sure as hell won't try to pull a stunt like that ever again! Not as long as they take my word for it!" "And the Phillips, sire?" "Gather as much citizens you can rally! We will be arranging a ceremony for their hanging!" "I think that's a little far fetched. Can't we simply just, throw them into the dungeon? We never used-" "I AM THE RULER OF THIS ESTABLISHMENT, AND WHAT I SAY, GOES! Okay? Unless you wanna arrange for a triple hanging!" "No, no sire! That was just an opinion! An unpopular opinion! My opinion is not important, oh superior monarch!"

Suddenly, a collapse sound was heard. The king turned around, and saw that one of his royal guards had passed out over his food.

"What is the meaning of this tomfoolery?!" Barked the king. "You see, your greatness, he had just fallen after a small bite from your meal. But, uh, he was just trying to taste test it in your honor! ...your greatness." Replied one of the guards.

Richard then decided to examine the unconscious body.

"He's dead, sire."

That one guard began to cry. That other guard was more than just a friend, but a brother. This could only mean one thing.

"Sooooooooooooooooooooooo... An attempt to poison the king!" Said the king. "I don't know what you're talking about, your greatness! He just... Maybe he was just allergic to the herbs I seasoned the bird with!" The cook tried to defend herself. "Looks like there will be a triple hanging after all. Take her away!"

The one guard carried the chef away, dragging her off her feet. She started kicking and screaming, trying to break free of the man's grip. She wanted to be the hero, and now she is facing the agony of defeat. All that work she planned to overthrow the king, gaining his trust, now left in vain. Having no reason to act anymore, she cursed at the king, criticizing him, and even called him a tyrant, which was the last thing he heard from her.

"No peasant tries to outsmart King Jason Tremp under his nose."

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[*Back at the hut*]

Jimmy, Nick, and Rodent Girl had the time of their lives. They played tag, hide 'n seek, and are now currently rat racing. All of them are pretty much too old for such juvenile games, but it's the only fun available if you're stuck in a period without technology. They don't even have any board games. Nick felt so relaxed. Games, how he used to play them, were all competitive. In sports, if a man were to lose to his rival, they'd give the him a pat on a back and call it a good game. The sports Nick gets himself into are where roles are divided between the winner or the loser. If you lose a game, people make fun of you for it, and they want you to feel bad about your defeat.

Whereas RG's games, there are no winners or losers. It's all about having fun. The first time Nick lost a game, Jimmy or RG didn't mock or ridicule him. They just congratulated him for a good game. This is what playing for fun feels like? Even when you lose, you still feel like a winner. There's no pressure in the way to push you towards that main goal, and instead it's about enjoying yourself. This all seems so new to Nick. It's satisfying because he's just letting himself run free. If he were to make up his mind about crossing over to Jimmy's three amigops, he'd probably feel this happy everyday.

For the time being, they were racing rats, with tracks drawn in the dirt. Jimmy won five games in a row, RG won two, while Nick won none, but that's okay. He doesn't really care. He's not upset at all. With all the fun he's having, why cry over spilled milk? During the game, Jimmy asked Rodent Girl what he's been meaning to ask the Faithful Five for a long time.

"So... Pardon me for being a little, inquisitive, but I'm curious about why does Diana go out of her way to steal things? Isn't stealing... You know... ...lawfully wrong?" Asked Jimmy. "And they say you're the smart one. For your information, fudgy hair, she only steals from bad guys, and the greedy, wealthy bastards who just about have enough money to make ends meet but never have enough heart to insist a starving man!" Replied Rodent Girl. "I already know that, but I'm asking why she's doing it. Are there no open positions seeking for employment?" "*Sigh* There are. We could have any job we wanted. The trouble is we don't have the privilege to get them." "What do you mean by 'privilege?'" "Oh, for Pete's sake, genius! In this village, where these four walls hold us, classes are arranged based on your image, religion, and background. In this system, majorities outweigh the minorities." "Minorities?" "Yeah. The ones that aren't conceived as 'perfect' by the king himself. The higher classes, dukes and duchess as we call them, are blessed with the easier jobs with good pay. The middle classes are stuck with the more laborious jobs for 8 shillings an hour, with no paid vacations or bonuses. Then there's us: The lower class. We get nothing, but our own pity. We are freaks to the likes of them. Diana can't get a job cuz she's not "lady-like," Benson can't get a job cuz he's been denied his manly rights, and me, you probably have the idea. Who I am is also the reason why I don't have any friends. Human friends. Di, Mitzi, and Benson don't count. They're more like my family. You can't be friends with your family. Mitzi's the quote-on-quote decent one out of all of us, which means she's the only one who has a career. Unfortunately, the pay is not enough to feed all of us together, and our economy is all up in inflation. Meat cost 5 shillings a pound. Doctors charge 4 pence a hour. Entertainment is worth gold." "Is that why Diana resorts to stealing?" "You keep asking so many questions, jeez! I thought smart people were meant to answer them!" "I'm sorry. I just wanted to get as much answers out as possible. Like, we can probably help you overcome this financial struggle if we learn the basis of the premise. Then you wouldn't have to go out stealing anymore." "I doubt you can be a big help. King Jason won't listen to anyone if it has nothing to do with his interests. Refuse to resist, and--"

Diana appeared over Rodent Girl's head, and interrupted.

"--You'll get hanged!" "HeeeeeEEEYYYY! Why is it that YOU get to say it all the time?! It's not fair!" "Sorry, Rodent. It's in my character arc!"

Jimmy and Nick noticed Diana was carrying a huge sack with her.

"What's..." Asked Jimmy. "...that?" Asked Nick. "Why, it's our dinner, of course!" Replied Diana.

The bulky woman opened the sack to reveal a big, fat, dead moose, which she killed herself. While Rodent Girl was bubbling in joy, Jimmy and Nick were dumbfounded. Moose is a least likely food any of them would think of eating. They think of them as just commonly woodland creatures. Are they ready to eat moose meat? Diana looked at the shunned Nick, and gave him a little poke. He didn't react at all.

"Looking rather squeamish there. Don't worry, I'll handle the butchering! Getting quenched in the blood of an animal is the closest thing I'll ever have to fighting in a gladiator war!"

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That night, everyone feasted on moose. Nick prepared moose steaks, moose roast, moose kebabs, moose stew, cheesy minced moose pies, moose franks, deep fried moose entrails, and white rice, which he requested the other day. Despite Jimmy's disgust earlier, he found that the animal tasted good, to his surprise. Or maybe that's just Nick's culinary magic. Rodent Girl made a glutton of herself. Benson took time to savor his dinner. Mitzi ate hers in a simple, mild-manner, again not showing appreciation for Nick's hard work. Butterscotch, who was left with his oats, watched them in envy. While everyone ate, Diana told her stories at the table. Because of how much moose they had, there will practically be leftovers tomorrow, and the day after that.

After dinner was done, it was time to wash up and call it a night. Nick was so exhausted from all that cooking, he made Butterscotch carry him on his back as they headed to their barn suite. Nick is ready to pass out the second he lays down on that hay bed. The three entered the barn. As Nick began to climb off of Butterscotch, he sloppily fell due to how tired he was.

"Are you okay?" Asked Jimmy, helping his friend up. "Yeah, I'm fine." Nick replied, dusting himself off.

The boys crawled under their blankets, and then rested their heads on their pillows. Before they were ready to go beddy-bye, they shared a short convo among each other.

"How do you suppose we're gonna talk the king into getting our new friends jobs? ...and ending his own capitalism? This Jason guy sure sounds like a tough nut to crack. Look at all the consequences to list that will get us all..." Said Nick, and then imitated a victim getting hanged. "Like some dumb king is gonna scare me. Judging from what I've heard so far from Diana, he may be all power, but he certainly doesn't sound so smart." Replied Jimmy. "He may be really ugly, too." "Simple-minded folks can be easily outwitted by the charm of psychology. A long chat with him could buy us the time to figure out what makes him tick, and when we have reached his standards, that's how we will be able to compromise with him. As the old saying goes, 'you can't catch some fish without a few good worms.'"

When Jimmy turned to face Nick, he found he was already deep asleep. The boy genius just shrugged, made himself more comfy, and then blew out the candle to his left. As the room was now left in darkness, Jimmy passed on a "Goodnight" to Nick.

Meanwhile, peeking from out the window, Mitzi stared at the barn across. Earlier, when she just arrived from work, she recalled Jimmy asking Rodent Girl some questions, followed by a "I just wanted to get as much answers out as possible." To her, that sounded like a big red flag there. What are these two trying to plan? Whatever they're planning, she's not gonna wait to find out what it is. She must put a stop to it, and protect the family before her. Mitzi then ran outside to the shed, where she then fetched herself a weapon.

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During that hour, where the sun was beginning to rise, Nick shook Jimmy awake from his much needed slumber.

"Jimmy! Jimmy! There's something you ought to look at!" "Nnnnick... Do you know what time it is?" "Well, no, considering that I don't have a watch, but it's urgent, I swear! When I went outside to... ...pass some water... ...that's when I encountered it! C'mon!" "I'd be more happier if you just told me. The real surprise can wait, once I'm fully recharged. And I don't need to know about your bodily functions." "Dammit, our time machine is busted!" "WHAT?!"

Jimmy's loud "WHAT" woke up every animal in the barn. The boy genius shot himself out of bed, and let Nick lead him to the disaster he's been trying to point out. There they found their time machine, now nothing but a pile of debris. But, how could this happen? The damage was too brutal to be caused by an accident. A wreck like this could only happen on purpose.

Suddenly, Diana and Rodent Girl just happened to step outside of the hut in their nightgowns. The animals weren't the only thing Jimmy's shouting woken up. Diana immediately gained back her energy when she saw the wreckage. Rodent Girl was still feeling drowsy.

"Holly Hannah! What happened?" Ask Diana. "Time Machine broke." Jimmy replied immaturely. "And what we know by far is that this was no accident!" Said Nick. "Hmmmmmmmmmm."

Diana observed the debris further.

"Any strange weather occur?" Asked Diana. "No." "Spot any ferocious animals lately?" "Just some rats, but I doubt little creatures could do damage that bad." "Any... Any... Welp, I'm out of questions. Looks like one of us is... ....a suspect!" "Don't worry, no you're not. I think I may know who did it." "You do? Who? It isn't me, right? It can't be me, because I have morals, I'm sweet, I'm lovable, and... I've been a very good friend to you two! *sob* Where has that friendship gone?" "Calm down. Of course it's not you." "*Deep yawn* Then is it me? How dare you accuse me. Did what we had yesterday mean nothing to you?" Rodent Girl said in a tired, monotone voice. "No. Not you either."

Jimmy turned to Nick besides him. It is easy to make sense of who's behind the wreckage. There's only one member of the Faithful Five who doesn't like Jimmy and Nick very much since they first met. Who else other than that deceptive Mitzi dame? The boys were so careless as to not look after her, even though they knew something like this would happen eventually. Nick won't tell Diana who did it, for obvious reasons; If she gets mad at Mitzi, then there goes their friendship. If she gets mad at Nick, she'll crush him flatter than a crepe. Maybe when Mitzi gets home, Nick oughta give her a cozy little chat.

"Who do you think did it?" Asked Diana? "Sorry, I'm not one to give out spoilers." Replied Nick. "Huh?"

Jimmy and Nick began to pick up the bits of debris, when Diana suddenly stopped them. And she was already dressed in her morning clothes.

"HOLD IT! You gentlemen have been very nice to us. Not just me, but to us. You two even kept us well fed. In return, I will assist you in repairing your wooden thing-a-ma-gigy that's suppose to take you back home!" "No, we can't possibly have you--" Said Jimmy, before being cut off. "But I insist! Friends must help each other in need! And I'm not doing this just because I don't want to be the branded suspect in this caper!" "I'll lend a hand as well. Just let me go fetch my coffee." Said Rodent Girl, heading back inside the house. "Hmmm, a little extra hands might finish the job more faster." "I'll help too! As always." Said Nick. "No, Nick. I think you should relax for a bit and save your strength. You've done so much." "But I--" "Please, you helped enough already. Take a break. You need to slow down on all these good deeds."

Nick figured, he wants to help Jimmy, but the boy genius sounds like he'd be happier if he just stopped for now. To avoid turning this conversation into an argument, Nick decided to follow the doctor's orders. The purpose why Nick is smothering his crush with so many good deeds is because he wants to prove he is worthy to be by his side. In the old times, Nick stayed out of Jimmy's way for too long, and let that Vortex girl get to him. Back then, Nick always had a chance, but he always ended up blowing it.

Rodent Girl reappeared, all dressed and fully energized.

"READY!"

Diana was thinking of waking up Benson and letting him join in on the party, but he can be in a naggy mood whenever he's awakened before his "wakey-wakey schedule." Mitzi was nowhere to be found. She must have already left for work. The bulky woman headed into the shed to fetch some tools. When she got there, she noticed that a sledgehammer was misplaced. How odd. After she organized the sledgehammer back in its proper position, she grabbed some tools, tacks, and a bucket of super paste. She refused to use anymore of her wooden planks. Diana then brought the supplies to Jimmy. Butterscotch arrived to the scene, holding a hammer in his mouth.

"Sorry, Butterscotch, but this line of work requires posable digits!"

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Nick sat inside the barn, thinking. Jimmy told him that enough is enough, but it just makes the handsome boy feel guilty for not having to help the boy genius. Nick doesn't just shower Jimmy with these good deeds because he loves him so much, but he's also trying to make up for the times he wasn't there for him. He didn't offer him a helping hand even if it were an easy task. All he's ever done was watch the disastrous events occur before his eyes, not to mention stay out of any trouble Jimmy would get himself into. And, Nick wasn't there when the boy genius felt lonely at least.

Refusing to swallow his pride, Nick won't allow himself to let Jimmy down. He will do whatever he can to make that boy genius proud. He will continue to show his loyalty, and let Jimmy know he can always depend on him whenever the going gets tough. Nick looked over to Jimmy's sketch designs, which then gave the skateboard boy an idea.

He exited the barn and went over to Diana.

"Yo Di, could you step inside the hut with me for a moment? There's this ugly, big cockroach under the kitchen table!" "A roach? IN MY HOME?!"

Diana stormed into the hut with her sword, only to find no roach under the table.

"You can run from me, you little nuisance, but there's nowhere on Earth you can hide!" "Relax, there is no roach." "Ther- What kind of game are you trying to play-" "Shhh, shhhh shhhhh! Keep your voice down." "Why are we talking softly? This really is a game, is it?" "Listen, long story short; I want to help my friend, but my friend doesn't want me to. However, I deciding to do it anyways. This time I plan to surprise him, which means you can't mum a word of this to him, or anyone you can't trust secrets with." "*Gasp* Disobeying a direct order, all for the sake of helping someone you care so much about?! I swear, you're like the son I could've had!" "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Sorry. I tend to get a little loud whenever I'm filled with joy. I just like to let myself out." "Can we get back on the topic? I need to get into that mine." "Getting in there isn't gonna be easy, my boy. Unless you're an authority of the king or carry any legal documents, you'll get hang-" "Jimmy already told me, I know. That's why I turned to you, since you seem like an expert at getting away with breaking the law. The way you scared off those hooded men... I think I know how I'll be able to sneak into the mine without being suspected." "You want me to distract the Keeper of the Mine?" "No, I was wondering if you can make me a disguise of my own, along with a copy of one of those fabricated badges." "I can do that! Luckily I still hold this old Halloween costume Rodent Girl used to wear when she was your age."

Diana pulled out a miniature suit of knight's armor from behind her back. Nick, without removing any of his clothes, slipped into the armor one piece at a time. The suit wasn't made from plastic, but legit, real, steel metal. It was fairly uncomfortable from the inside, and a horrible order pierced through his nostrils. He also had some trouble keeping balance in the suit. It took Nick at least two minutes to stand up straight again.

"As for the badges, I don't have enough time to make a copy, so you can borrow mine for now." "Thanks." "Oh!"

Diana left the hut for a moment. Nick tripped in his armor once more, before bringing himself back to his feet. When Diana returned, she had brought along Butterscotch.

"We don't exactly own a map of the outside world, so Butterscotch knows where the mine is located."

The white stallion happily nodded his head. Butterscotch wasn't the only thing Diana brought back, though. She began handing Nick a few things she thought he'd need.

"Here's a small box to hold your quartz in. Here's a tiny sack to hold the box where you'll be holding your quartz in. Here's an apple for energy. Here's a lantern, since it's gonna be dark in there. Here's a dagger for self-defense. It's pretty dull, but you can keep poking someone until they run away. Here's some extra fuel for the lantern. Here's a few carrots in case Butterscotch gets hungry. Here's a checkerboard set if Butterscotch ever gets bored. And here's a satchel to carry all your stuff in, since the suit doesn't include any pockets."

With all that gear he was holding, combined with the weight of the armor, Nick toppled backwards.

"Again; Thanks."

After Nick placed everything into the satchel, Diana helped him out by picking him up, and placing him on top of Butterscotch's back. Giving a salute to the young boy, who's about to journey off on his own for the first time, Diana then opened the hatch in the kitchen and let the two out. Nick saluted back, before Diana closed it again.

"Godspeed to you, Nick Dean."