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Here it is. The first of the many, many one shots that I wrote because I'm mentally ill and just want Jones and the Foundation to be in love.
It had been almost 3 years since they had seen each other, and Jonesâ world couldnât be more different. After altering time, the former IO agent had found himself on a new version of the Island, filled to the brim with unfamiliar faces and voices. This time, it carried the name âHeliosâ, and like every other Island before it, it was in a war for its life. Filled with Loopers and factions, citizens and militaristic groups, it felt the same as every place he had been before. He couldnât recognize anyone here, nor did anyone recognize him. His only companion here was Peely who got sucked through time with him. Almost immediately upon arrival, the banana was snatched away by the Society, one of the large factions that ruled Helios, when their leader, Valeria, realized Jones could have helpful information related to some box she was looking for.
Since then, Jones has been absolutely *done*. Hope, the leader of the local renegade group known as the âUndergroundâ had been nice enough to let him stay in the abandoned subway she used as a Headquarters, but her kindness and good nature did little to soothe his frazzled nerves, and, like most things, came at a price. Help her defeat the Society while she lent him resources to find Peely. Tit for tat, or so they say, and he was more than willing to return the favor, but Jones was *tired*. He was sick of saving everyone, time and time again just for it to go straight back to shit. He wanted a break, wanted just to have the chance to *actually* enjoy the small moments of peace his actions brought to the island and its inhabitants. A bitter part of him guessed that an eternity of fighting was his punishment for the sins of his past, and he didnât even bother to stuff that nasty thought away, he just let himself wallow and fester in it.Â
Standing in front of his corkboard, which Hope so lovingly dubbed his âconspiracy boardâ, he glares up at the pictures of the Society Leaderâs faces, each pinned up near the rough blueprints of their appropriate bases. The group had caught on to his investigation and started moving the banana between their bases. Letting out a frustrated groan, Jones shoves his fingers under his sunglasses to rub his tired eyes. Deciding to turn in for the night, he shrugs out of his coat and starts making his way toward the pale blue couch he had claimed as his own. Tugging his sweater over his head, he crawls onto the cushion, uses his scarf to cover his eyes, and tries to force himself to relax. Under the mocking glares from the Society members, he turns his back to the board and tries to force himself into a fitful sleep.Â
Meanwhile, the Foundation was surprised by how different the Island had become in his absence. New settlements had formed, the land itself had changed, and the home of the Zero Point had a new name; Helios. The leader of the 7 walked slowly down a beaten-up road, the night sky stretching above him. A small building to his right held the smallest trace of a heat signature, an indication that someone had been here recently. Pressing a button on the side of his helmet, he scanned the building, and it seemed to have a passage to the sewers below the streets. Making a mental note to check the schematics of the Island later, he almost leaves the run-down little building behind before *something* stops him. Like a little voice in his ear, something pushed him to investigate further.Â
Slowly pushing the door open, he barely acknowledges the loud creak it makes. Let it serve as a warning, he thinks before stepping to look down into the steep drop. A heavy cable hangs from a support beam above him, nearly reaching the floor below. Curling a gloved hand around the cable, the large man lets gravity pull him towards the ground, that annoying little voice in the back of his head urging him to âgo go goâ. Something was down here, and he wouldnât stop until he found it.Â
A faint signal, like a fluttering pulse, was slowly growing visible to the sensitive scanners in his visor. Taking steady steps, the usually collected man could feel his heart rate accelerate in anticipation. This energy was familiar to him, heâd recognize it anywhere. Heâd followed it countless times before, and in this new place filled with unfamiliar faces and voices, heâd be the first to admit that he was excited to see a friendly face. After all of these years, Jonesâ bright face was exactly what he needed to feel *normal* again.Â
Finally, the signature narrows in, becoming stronger and brighter the further down he descends down a large flight of stairs. Soon, the Foundation entered a large, dilapidated subway station where rubble blocked off most of the entrances and covered large portions of the floor. The ceiling is covered in a plethora of colors, the stained glass painting a rainbow beneath it as dim lights twinkle above it. The room was a cluttered mess: weapons, targets, and old pizza boxes are scattered on tables and the floor, and a heavy rug beneath one of the tables. A large board, covered in pictures and maps stands to his left, reminding him of the early days of manning the 7, when their organization was little more than a small renegade group in his basement. He canât help but smile at the memory. In the back of the room, almost directly across from the stairs he used to enter the room, there was a pale blue couch with a dark blanket tossed over the back of it. Its back faced him, and he quietly wondered how long the person on the other side had been there.Â
The energy signal was all over the room, mixing and mingling with several others, each pacing around the room, back and forth between each object, and he followed it almost eagerly. Rolling his eyes at the frequent circles that were made in front of the board, the energy belonging to Jones didnât surprise him in the slightest, he watched as eventually, the energy stopped by the couch. Taking strides, he hates the eager warmth in his chest at the thought of seeing Jones again. Worried that the man might be sleeping, the large man carefully leaned over the back of the couch and finally released the breath he hadnât realized he had been holding.Â
Laying curled on the cushions was Jones, the exact person he had been looking for, he realized. The man looked awful: his eyes were heavy with dark bags, his sunshine hair was oily and messy, pressed up at awkward angles from the way his head was shoved under the scarf that was slowly tangling with his neck and arms. His face was covered in dark stubble, another clear sign that he wasnât taking care of himself. Taking a moment to simply enjoy looking at the man, he felt an angry ball form in the pit of his stomach.Â
In their time together, he had seen more than his fair share of the former agent in various stages of undress, so seeing Jones topless was nothing *new* to him. He had almost every inch of this manâs torso memorized (he would never admit to this) and today, Jones looked like a whole new man. Numerous scars, some fairly new, littered the manâs pale skin, making a map of pain and torment the hero should never have gone through. Tightly gripping the back of the couch, his focus on the visible burns on his skin, nasty and dark, in the shape of someoneâs hands, some of the prints are curled around Jonesâ neck, others pressed against his chest and side. They looked like brands, and he had to stop himself from jerking the sleeping man up and demanding to know who or what had dared to lay their hands on him.Â
The Foundation was immediately ripped back into reality by the click of a pistol and the barrel of a gun being pressed to the back of his helmet.Â
âYou have 3 fucking seconds to convince me not to blow your brains out.â A womanâs voice, harsh and angry, comes from behind him.Â
Ignoring her, he lifts the blanket off of the back of the couch, draping it over Jonesâ sleeping form.
âDonât fucking touch him.â She hisses pushing the pistol forward again to make her threat known.Â
âTrust me, that little thing wonât even make a dent in my armor.â He growls, standing up to turn towards the woman. She was short, but compared to him, who wasnât? Her blue hair was pinned up to the back of her head, her eyes a dark blue, glaring up at him from over her dark sunglasses.Â
âTry me. I think youâll find that in my hands, this gun is more than enough.â She warns, not even flinching at the much larger, armored man looming over her, âNow get the fuck away from him. He has too much on his plate to deal with some freaky peeping tom bothering him.â
If his visor had been down, she would have seen both of his brows raise high at the way she addressed him, âLower your gun, girl. Iâm no threat to Agent Jones. Iâm an old friend.â he huffs out, almost embarrassed at being called out for watching the sleeping man.Â
âAgent Jones?â The blue-haired woman only raises her gun higher, an angry scowl on her painted lips, âThe only friend of his that addresses him like that around here is Peely. Did the Society send you? If so, youâre not making it out of here alive.â with little hesitation she pulls the trigger.Â
Right as she shoots, his arm shoots out, pushing the gun upward and yanking the petite woman into a chokehold. Rainbow glass rained down around them as the sound of the gun firing echoed around the subway station. The sound is obviously loud enough to startle Jones wake. Ever the dutiful agent, he has a gun in his hands aimed at the two of them before he even emerges from the other side of the couch. The Foundation keeps his grip on the woman as she claws his armor, making the blonde panic.Â
âWoah woah! Hey put her down!â Leaping over the back of the couch, Jones drops his gun, raising his hands palm up and stepping into the armored manâs line of sight. âHey, hey itâs okay. Hope is a friend.âÂ
âYour *friend* tried to shoot me.â The Foundation grumbles but complies, dropping the woman, Hope, onto the floor.Â
Jones tries to ignore the butterflies that erupt in his stomach at the other manâs deep, rumbling voice. How long had it been since heâd heard someone this familiar and comforting, even if said person was angry and trying to choke one of his closest friends?Â
âWell, to the average person youâre pretty intimidating, Big Guy.â The nickname rolls off of his tongue easily, and for a moment it feels like the years rolled away as he tries to soothe the other man.Â
Kneeling to help Hope up, he rubs the back of his head. âSorry about that. Hope, this is the Foundation, heâs a friend from back home. Foundation, this is Hope, sheâs leading the good fight here on Helios.âÂ
Glaring up at him, Hope rubs her neck, not liking this mysterious âfriendâ one bit, but Jones hasnât let her down yet, so she bites her tongue and offers her hand in greeting. âI guess itâs good to meet you. Jones has been a big help, so any friend of his is a friend of the Underground.â
Grunting softly under his breath, the Foundation begrudgingly takes her hand giving it a firm shake, âLikewise. You have a good ally here. I hope youâre taking good care of him.â the warning is subtle, but he can tell by the look in her eyes that she understood it loud and clear; if anything happened to Jones she would be the first to face the consequences.Â
Taking a small breath, Jones was glad to see the two get along, his eyes unable to look away from the Foundation. God, he looked good. Well, as good as a guy in armor could look. Suddenly aware of his own rugged appearance, he moves over to the couch, tugging his sweater up and pulling it on over his head. He didnât know how long the other man was staying and he wanted to make sure he could get a few moments just to enjoy his old friendâs company. A gloved hand catches his shoulder, causing him to flinch at the sudden contact, but the hand remains steady, holding him in place. In a way, he expected to freak him out, but the comfort was undeniable.Â
âJones. What happened while I was away?â The Foundation *knew* Jones, and knew when the man wasnât acting right, âWhat happened to you?â
Hope, in that moment, felt like she was intruding on a truly intimate moment. Jones let his head hang down while the larger man slowly circles his fingers around his wrist. Slowly, the blonde reaches up and before he can do anything, heâs pulled into a tight hug. He didnât even care that his face was smushed against the hard plating of the bigger manâs armor, his hands immediately finding purchase on the back of his old friendâs shoulders.Â
âIâm so fucking tiredâŚâ the former agent hated how much his voice shook, how each word wanted to tumble out with a thousand more. How long had it been since he was the weak one?Â
âI know Jones. Iâm so sorry for leaving like that. I should have come back sooner.â Letting his visor lift off of his face, he gives into temptation, burying his face into the blondeâs dirty hair.Â
The shorter man tried to fight the quivering of his shoulders, but what could he really hide from the man holding him? A large hand rubbed small circles into his back, pulling a tired sigh from his lips as he slowly relaxed in the comforting embrace. The Foundation holds him like heâs scared heâll disappear, and Jones thinks that maybe he has been for a long time, but in this moment he felt more real than he had in years.Â
âYou need rest, Jones. Lay back down. Iâll be right here when you wake up.âÂ
Jones is too tired to argue, the comfort of the familiar scent and voice of someone who *remembered* lulled him into a cozy warmth he thought he lost ages ago.
 âYou promise?â Too tired to be embarrassed by how pathetic he sounds, the blonde lets The Foundation guide him back to the couch.Â
âOf course, Jones. Even Geno himself couldnât make me leave this time.â Tugging his cape off of his shoulder, he slowly bunches and rolls it up into a makeshift pillow, letting Jones rest his head on it while the large man drapes the blanket up over him.Â
He stays leaning over the back of the couch for a long while, watching and petting the blonde manâs hair until his blue eyes slowly drift shut. Hope watches in silence for a long while, not wanting to interrupt this soft moment that her friend never gets to have. Once sheâs sure Jones is asleep, the Underground leader clears her throat to get the big manâs attention.Â
âIâmâŚlook Iâm sorry. I just know a lot of people want to hurt him. I didnât want to take any chances on the Society getting their hands on him again.â Rubbing the back of her neck she sighs, âHell, when I first met him I had to rescue him from one of their torture rooms..â she jumps as the Foundation nearly crushes the back of the couch.Â
âIâm here now. And you were just trying to protect him. So, thank you, Hope. Heâs more important than you know.â and the people who dared to hurt him would know his wrath.Â
#fortnite jonesy#fortnite jones#fortnite the foundation#foundajones#jonesdation#jones x the foundation#your honor they're in love#hurt and comfort#hope fortnie#this will have like#2 or three more that are connected to it#but i have more drafted you'll see#uwu#lamb writes#my writing
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Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge đ
Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!
#stp spoilers#slay the princess spoilers#stp dragon#stp the princess and the dragon#I FINISHED THIS LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND CONSISTENTLY FORGOT TO POST IT UNTIL I REMEMBERED JUST NOW LMAO FUCK#i made it for my showreel when i realised stp is full of good lines to lip sync to and ooohhhh what a fun challenge it was#and such a fun sketchy art style to emulate too. i dont think i quite nailed it but you have to take liberties when it's animation dont you#anyway this route makes me insane. getting to finally see ourself and finding out we're a SICK ASS GIANT DESTRUCTIVE CREATURE?!!!#the princess is so good at making me feel feeble and pathetic in this game. i had no idea. i am so so happy. this is gender euphoria#thank u my friend @rune-chaser for introducing me to this game bc it's so cool!!! and has made me cry more than once! yayyy!!!#stp#slay the princess#stp princess#stp the long quiet#my animations#my art#EDIT: changed the name in the desc from stp to slay the princess bc i want non stp players to know what the game is. shoulda done it sooner
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i don't know the etiquette for posting other peoples tiktoks but the delivery of this punchline hit me like a FUCKING TRUCK please
NikhilClayton <- you should follow this guy on tiktok he's fucking hilarious
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#nikhilclayton#im like checking he doesnt have a tumblr but yall need to experience the laugh attack i just had#sharing it to spread the joy honestly
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the transition im crying
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I can't unsee this
#arcane#jayvik#someone screenshoted it from my twitter and stole it to post it on their own blog so you prob have seen it already#if you're kind enough to give this a reblog anyway thar would help me greatly ! thank you !#jayce talis#viktor#anyway i have like 20 other arcane fanarts in stock that i have to post follow me
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Back in 2017 I signed up for one of the Cards Against Humanity sillies and did their Cards Against Humanity Saves America. Basically they were like fuck Tr*mp and his border wall and used the funds from the campaign to buy land and to make all 150,000 contributors part owners of said land across the US/Mexico border.
It was fun and silly and I got a little certificate.
Today I got an email that Elon Musk illegally annexed that land for SpaceX and that CAH are suing him over it. So possibly Iâll get like $100 if they manage to win a lawsuit and stick it to Musk. Itâs like even more bang for my original buck.
#ramblies#cards against humanity#CAH#I have never ever regretted being on their mailing list like truly itâs always great#every Black Friday I love joining their antics#elongated muskrat
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My fellow bitches under 5'5. Whatever the money, do not take a job working at a middle school. A fellow adult tried to put me in detention last month and would NOT give up until I showed her my badge proving Yes, The School Hired Me To Work Here. It's not meant for people our height.
#personal#back to work tomorrow prepare thyself#i have had other adults try to take my phone away ask if I have a tardy pass the aforementioned detention incident-#THE LIST GOES ON#i usually get an apology after they realize im twenty fucking six but sometimes im like#....if you need to apologize this profusely for talking to me like that when you realized i wasn't a student#maybe you shouldn't be talking to the students like that either?#i get it they're irritating as hell but like. as soon as you realized i could report you for yelling at me the way u just did#u HELLA backtracked.#maybe some self reflection is in order?
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not a day goes by that i do not think about the sims 3âs disgusting moodlet icons
#to be clear. i love them very much. but wtf are like half of these#em rambles#sims#eta: the amount of discord servers that have been RUINED as a result of this post <3
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locked the fuck back in
#gets home from s1 watchparty immediately breaks out csp like i HAVE to draw them kissing#because s1 DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH OF IT. some might say it didn't have ANY#my art#arcane#jayvik#jayce talis#viktor arcane#havent gotten to s2 yet due to scheduling constraints. but it's been very funny seeing the vikjayce scene get resuscitated in my notifs#got ao3 notifs from writers i literally haven't seen since 2022
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I'm sorry I keep posting my tiktok comments but please. What does this mean. What do people THINK shipping is for anymore???
#its for fun#its meant to be fun#it can also have more important or personal reasons sure#but like whats wrong with doing shit for fun#proshipper#proship
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yknow i never noticed the sheer rareness of images having ids or alt text on this website until i started adding alt text to my art (and trying to remember to add it to any images i post in general, especially text screenshots) and that makes me kinda sad
#i used to be pretty intimidated by the idea of having to describe my art but. it isnt as hard as it sounds#i just treat it like im describing an image i dont have at the time really#plus ive been told that even a simple id is better than no id#lev.txt
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Knowledge Revenge.
#dungeon meshi#chilchuk tims#senshi#Somewhat of an unofficial sequel to the Dragon Comic. I promise I have more versatility in my jokes. I just had to take this opportunity.#Senshi is pretty much a recluse. I think he would know a few of these 'gottems' but not all.#Chilchuck would know gottems that are nearly lost to time. The deep cuts. The ones that you fall for because they are that obscure.#I would also like to take a moment to confess that after the last comic in which I posed a gottem -#I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time.#So NOBODY be funny in the tags. I am gullible and I like to share things with my friends. Who are *ruthless*.#I have a mild resistance to Vicious Mockery at this point but I can only take so much.#Happy Thistle Thursday Everyone! See you next week!
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bad youtube clickbait thumbnail that reads "I think I just had a therapy session with a DEMON???"
#gravity falls#gf nevermind all that#the book of bill#bill cipher#dipper pines#theres a tag now so im not gonna link all the context in the post anymore#i have no confidence this one is even funny i just wanted to draw them#we talk about this all the time but its endlessly funny that stump made a billford au and both of us have been like.#so mabel and dipper right? how are mabel and dipper how are they handling the situations. just fine it seems
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I'm always entertained by people doing those "canon VS fanon" memes where both are misunderstanding characters to such a violent degree 'cause like
#sp-rambles#âCanon is when they do not cry nor have emotions whatsoever and fanon is when they sob 24/7â#Like idk buddy I think it Depends#Edit: Since this is getting moderately popular#Yes this was made about Sans but also for TF2#You don't know the hell that is the TF2 fandom and how they treat these characters lol#Because how the hell do you misinterpret such simplistic characters who have like 2 or 3 personality traits each
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Just thought to myself "can't women have a bad time in fiction without rape being involved" which really shows you how much you're in the fucking trenches if you are both a horror fan and women fan
#rape mention cw#LIKE VERY LIGHTLY BUT STILL#im playing i have no mouth and i must scream#and it was mostly handled well#but i also went. sigh. of course
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