#would love to know how the vaults came to existence like

[strqyr]

shout out to beacon for being the only academy not in the middle of its city while also managing to have a defensible position on a cliffside.

the goal was to have the vaults & relics protected by warriors (at least ones in training) at all times, yet some people didn't get the memo and are closely surrounded by entire cities on top of that.

not that the relic necessarily is at beacon anyway, but at least it's acting as a perfect decoy.

sucks for the students, tho.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Ghouls and sex pollen: thoughts? Feelings? I’ve seen in some fics the concept of excessive rads gets a Ghoul going, but I’d love your expert opinion ;)

My feelings are as follows: sex pollen is one of my favorite tropes for sci-fi and I go a little nuts thinking about it, frankly. It's often heavily tinged with flavors of BDSM/primal play/self-denial/dubcon/etc., and I enjoy stuff in that vein. I'm also a real dupe for what is basically forced escalation of sexual tension between characters that don't wanna admit how badly they'd like to fuck one another, and the trope lends itself really nicely to exactly that.

I've seen similar fics to the ones you mentioned, and I've also seen fics that take a more traditional approach and have a more literal sex pollen/inhalable pheromone vehicle. Both work great for the canon and setting, in my opinion. Thanks to the likes of Vault-Tec, we have biological experiments gone horrifically awry in the vein of Vault 22 (a crop research vault whose researchers all fell victim to what is basically a "zombie ant"-style parasitic fungus that eventually coats your entire body) to lend credence to the possible existence of something like that. The fungus that took over Vault 22 also originally came as donated samples from the X-22 research lab/botanical garden at Big MT. If you don't know anything about the horny, intellectually overstimulated little freaks featured in Old World Blues, well...let's just say that something like a "sex pollen" being created by someone there, purposefully or through acts of unbelievable incompetence, isn't outside the realm of possibility.

However, literal sex pollen is a more broadly-applicable trope, and it's for that reason that I also really like the excessive rads/radstorm idea. Trust me, I know that in the incredibly niche terms of "Fallout ghoul fucker fanfiction tropes", the idea that high radiation situations are basically the same thing, but for ghouls, is as overdone as 70's pornos with plots about fucking pizza delivery guys or whatever. But, like...I will firmly argue that it's that popular for multiple reasons. Those reasons are that it's fun to read, fun to write, and a pretty canon-appropriate way to provide that sort of instantaneous, almost insurmountable sexual tension that I was talking about before.

As I sort of touched on the other day in my little drabble about sex with glowing ones, I think radiation is not only something that rapidly heals ghouls, but something that actively re-energizes them when they're exposed to higher amounts of it. Maybe it even makes them a little stronger, a little faster. A lot hornier.

To me, though, it's less like the overwhelming, visceral, "I need to fuck something now or I'm seriously gonna fall over dead" sort of horny that you often see in sex pollen fiction. In my mind, it's almost more of an ecstasy-style euphoria that makes you feel so good and alive that all you wanna do is sink yourself into the person next to you. Lots of energy, shared good feelings with others who can feel what you're feeling. It lends itself heavily to things getting physical, and quickly.

And not just because the increased rads in the atmosphere would recharge them, either. I imagine things like radstorms, or spending time in a particularly irradiated location, provide a fairly significant analgesic effect to ghouls who suffer from chronic pain in some form, of which I imagine there are a great many. More who do than don't, I'd be willing to bet. Ghoulification is hell on the body, and that's before you factor in how many of these people have stuck around to put wear and tear on their bodies far past the typical human life span. There's a reason characters like Raul complain about their joints all the time! Pain is exhausting, and even those with high sex drives can find themselves hampered if they're always hurting and tired. Take away the hurt, provide some energy, and don't be shocked at what happens!

I will say, though, that I would certainly leave room for the possibility that some ghouls would have more of a "take me into a high-rad area or a storm and I'm gonna have to carry you out, because you won't be able to walk once I'm finished with you" sort of reaction to these situations. Factors like a lack of overall daily pain, higher than average sex drive, a particularly sadistic or aggressive nature, or already present intoxication would increase the odds. In cases like that, extra precaution would need to be taken so that they didn't accidentally do you serious harm; increased inhibition means loss of control, and the average ghoul is already strong enough to hurt you if they want to without extra radiation fueling them.

Plus, you know, there's the matter of how the increased rads will impact you without your partner even being factored in. I hope you're stocked up to your eyeballs in Radaway!

[chvoswxtch]

midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

"you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires." (from bridgerton) hey babe. i am weak. and i neeeeed this for matt. please. i need him to be insanely in love with me but SO mad about.

hi my angel. enemies to lovers coming right up ;)

blurb below the cut

desire (matt’s version)

you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires

Matt couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about you that drove him absolutely fucking insane, but you got under his skin in a way that no one ever had before. From the moment Karen introduced the two of you, it was like trying to force two opposing magnets together. For every snarky quip he made, you had a smartass retort loaded in the chamber, and all it took was one condescending inflection perceived in the other’s tone to get you at each other’s throats.

Matt hated how clever you were. He hated that you were able to keep up with his sharp wit, and cut through his ego with your own. He hated that you were intelligent, and that sometimes your argument was better than his own; not that he would ever tell you that or miss the opportunity to debate you regardless of knowing you were right and he was wrong. Matt hated that Foggy and Karen, and everyone around you, found you so goddamn charming because he thought you were the Devil incarnate. 

Or maybe he hated that you were all soft smiles and gentle words with everyone else, but the second he entered the room, you were sharpening your tongue and preparing for another verbal war.

He couldn’t remember who hated who first.

But right now, as the two of you were locked in yet another heated argument about God even knows what, he especially hated you, because the scent of crisp green apple from your shampoo lingering in your hair made his heartbeat throb in his veins. While you were dismantling his defense ruthlessly with your vicious words, all he could focus on was how soft and supple he could tell your lips were. He could feel the way your dress strained across your chest that was heaving slightly with your irritated breaths and the rise in temperature that flushed in your cheeks.

He hated that he could feel the unfiltered passion in your vexation, because he knew you don’t fight with someone the way you fought with him unless there was something there.

In the middle of your verbal laceration, something in him finally snapped, and his large hand came up to loosely grasp your throat as he shoved you back against the wall. A sharp gasp of surprise flew past your lips, and the edge of Matt’s mouth curled up in a faint snarl as he leaned in so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

“You are the bane of my existence.”

He could feel your heart’s rhythm pounding relentlessly against his fingertips, and the way your eyes darted back and forth, frantically trying to see past his crimson lenses for an explanation to why he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, completely at his mercy. But the intoxicating aroma of your arousal slowly starting to seep between your thighs was all the confirmation he needed.

Matt let out a heavy exhale of exasperation as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hand slowly snaked upwards to cradle the side of your face while he finally confessed in a delicate whisper.

“And the object of all my desires.”

Without another word, Matt captured your lips in a hungry kiss, one that elicited a soft noise from the back of your throat that made his heart skip a beat. As you eagerly returned his kiss and tangled your fingers in his hair, Matt allowed himself to finally accept the truth he had been avoiding.

Matt hated you because he loved you.

[mageofcolors]

sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:

-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone

-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together

-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server

-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars

-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.

-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla

-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house

-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho

-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.

-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server

-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.

-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.

-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.

-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho

-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin

-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo

-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard

-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats

-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server

-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention

-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.

[lemotmo]

Found it. Question and answer 🙂

Q. Hello, I really do love your blog. I actually came across your blog following a Sherlock post, so I know you have good taste. I'm not exactly fandom savvy so I will admit that I might have responded too strongly to the initial B/T excitement, but I went back and re-watched the season through the perspective of your's and a few other blogs. I now think the story you and others believe they're telling is the story they're setting up. I actually kind of feel stupid for not seeing it initially. But how do you think the show is going to get their breakup? Do you think Buck or Tommy will be the one to call things off? Will Buck or Eddie make the first move in getting them together?

A. Haha, Sherlock, wow you went deep into the vault of my blog for that one! You are absolutely not stupid. Overzealousness to the initial newness was always going to be a thing. I promise you that didn't surprise anyone. Adjusting too and participating in any kind of fandom involves a learning curve. What sucks for you all though, unfortunately, is your learning curve came as a result of the wrong people taking the lead in your fandom. So you all had to learn everything the hard way. Sadly I'm an old mom when it comes to fandom, lol. Yes I was there for Sherlock (Cumberbatch not Downey, but I love him too so don't @ me). I am still part of the Robron (Robert and Aaron) fandom, but I cut my teeth in the Chrolli (Christian and Oliver) fandom. That one taught me many cruel lessons. So don't ever feel stupid about having to figure things out. The majority of the messages in my ask box now are from people like you. People who were very excited and very into it, maybe a bit too much, in the beginning, but are less enthusiastic now. Just like the initial over excitement was expected the come down you and many others are experiencing now was also expected. Most of you were always going to get over it almost as quickly as you fell in love with it. It happens. The show knew it would happen as well. Lou did too, it's why he way over did things in the beginning. He knew he was on a clock. I will say that your fandom did show me a first though, and that's having the show and actors blocking multiple members of your fandom. I had never seen that before. And that's not a legacy you want to be a part of. Any fandom whose leading voices openly encourage and promote sending hate to the actors and the official show accounts is a fandom not long for existence. I one hundred percent believe that their eagerness and public bragging about sending Ryan messages wishing he had committed suicide is what prompted Tim/ABC to put an end to the cameo nonsense. They were never going to allow that level of depravity to continue. So you're really just reading and acknowledging the writing on the wall. So welcome back 🙂

As for the Buck and Tommy breakup they have a few options. I go back and forth between who should officially end things. Any way the show goes though it won't be a dramatic breakup. The show hasn't established this as being a serious relationship for either character. So either way it's going to be amicable. There's no need for it to be anything else. I have mostly believed that Buck, narratively speaking, needs to be the one to walk away. It would show nice character growth for him to be able to acknowledge and see the pattern this relationship is following and finally break the cycle. But if they lean into Buck's very real fear of a relationship with Eddie maybe leading to him losing both Eddie, and Christopher, I could see them having Buck double down on his determination to force the relationship with Tommy to work. That would put Tommy in the position of having to be the one to walk away. And I think that's probably the way the story will go. And I want to stress to everyone that this is fine. It will be obvious Buck doesn't want the relationship, but is staying because he's afraid of the relationship he does want. So even if the show has Tommy be the one who officially ends things, it will still be because Buck is in love with Eddie. Do not spend time overthinking who does the breaking up. Why they breakup is the important part. Don't get caught up in the semantics.

As for who will make the first official Buddie move, I think it will be and needs to be Eddie. I just don't see the build up on Buck's part not being about his abandonment issues and genuine fear of losing Eddie and Christopher if the relationship doesn't work out. And believe it or not, anon, Eddie is usually the more level headed of the two. So I think Eddie will need to be the one to help Buck realize that it's okay to jump. Getting Buck to take the first leap will be the hardest part for Buck, but once he jumps he will be all in. Then it will be Buck's turn to walk Eddie through all the firsts he's about to experience.

Oh no, OP! I get it! I was in the Chrolli fandom as well. The way they treated Christian's character development was just terrible. It was like complete character assassination. I was so hurt after that, that I never even rewatched any of the earlier episodes when things were so good between them. I couldn't. Like the OP said, it was cruel.

Once again a brilliant answer.

I agree that it will probably be Tommy who will break up with Buck, after Buck had his realisation about Eddie. The 'My attention?' line has to come back in season 8. It was too obvious.

As for who will make the first move with Buddie? I am still undecided on that, but the OP does make a compelling case in her answer.

Thank you Nonny for dropping this in my askbox!

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[orangepeetals]

“SAY DON’T GO” ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(pt4 of playlist for a star series)

PEETA MELLARK X F.READER

pt1 / pt2 / p3 / next part !! ^^

Summary: You and Peeta were tributes for the quarter quell, so they tried to stay together until they couldn’t do it anymore.

a/n: i speak Spanish so the story was originally written in Spanish and then I translated it into English, plz don’t be rude if there is a mistake !! 😞

warnings: Mentions of death, violence, angst, torture.

The days had been chaotic, interviews, training, dealing with the other tributes and looking for allies, Peeta and you had obtained a 12 in the tests, from Peeta you understood it but for your part, you came to the conclusion that it was in revenge for offering yourself instead of Katniss to enter the arena again, you feared for your life but especially for Peeta’s. You needed him to return home, Katniss was temporarily out of risk, so if you were dead, and you were going to do it, Peeta wouldn’t be alone, he could live a life With Katniss if they had to continue with the farce of the lovers.

Peeta and you didn’t waste any time, when they shouldn’t leave the apartment assigned to the 12th district and they were out of risk of being seen, you spent the whole day stuck together, talking about everything, about life, about what it would be like when they left, about how they wanted things to change, they were in their own world where nothing could harm them, the days before the games, you made sure that your boy didn’t miss a single sunset, you knew that he loved them and how important they were for both of you, once they entered that arena, no sunset could be beautiful if it was corrupted by evil.

It was time to sleep, Peeta took you in his arms and took you to bed, he sat in this one still with you clinging to him like a koala, you didn’t even want to see him in the face, you couldn’t, you were crying in silence, the blond felt your tears on his neck and let out a sigh, he was trying to contain the tears too, they both knew it was their last night together, in the morning they would both be on their way to the fucking sand. His hands caressed your waist and your hair, he cleared his throat before he could talk.

“Effie wanted us to wear something golden, he said it was something like a token, so that they know that we are a team and that we will endure until the end, I asked her to please give me this for you, I want you to take it and be strong just in case...”

“Shut your fucking mouth” you let go of interrupting him, you knew what he was going to say and you weren’t going to accept him saying it, you sobbed and stuck more to him, if possible, you let him keep talking, you wanted to hear the melody of his voice. “You know what can happen, beautiful, I’ll die there and I want you to take this so that you don’t lose hope, you’re going to leave that place alive anyway, you’re good, you’re fast, you know how to handle daggers and swords better than anyone else” Peeta’s voice could make you believe anything but this time you knew it wouldn’t be like that, you were going to die and your boy would come home but he didn’t know about it, you just wished he could forgive you for this.

He took your hand and extended it towards him, took something out of his pocket and put it on your ring finger, you separated to see it and you saw a beautiful ring, it had a precious stone in the shape of a star, it looked expensive but luxury did not surprise you in the slightest, Peeta’s heart was what sheltered your soul, he showed you his hand, he wore one to match yours on the same finger. “If I die, I want to die being yours, y/n, I want you to know that you and I are married regardless of what the rest knows” His eyes were as full of tears as yours, you kissed his lips in desperation, your breathing was agitated and your hands tried to caress every part of his existence. “I love you, Peeta Mellark, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you with all my strength, even if I die, I will continue to love you and illuminate your path forever, I will never let anything harm you” you did not wait for an answer, you did not need it, they both lay in bed without separating of the kiss, you couldn’t stand the desire to love him anymore.

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In your nightmares you were in a beautiful room, you could tell that it was from a classy place, your body burned and you felt that your head was going to explode, you felt pain but you didn’t know where, the confusion was too much, the blows came back, you begged them to stop but they didn’t listen to you, someone pulled your hair and forced you to look forward, you expected your death to come but you met Snow in front of you, with a horrible smile.

“Miss y/n, the only thing you had to do was let Katniss Everdeen enter the arena, maybe we could have saved your loverboy, or do you think i didn’t know?” Fear made you feel paralyzed, the pain ceased and his words echoed in your head, you felt stupid, you should have left Peeta, you should have kept him away as he was, you cried desperately. A puncture made you return to the reality of your nightmare, the images were in front of you while Snow’s voice did not stop resonating in your mind, they were memories of your life and in each of them, Peeta Mellark hurt you, he hurt Katniss, he was damaging everything, you began to hallucinate, Peeta wanted to kill you, you didn’t understand why, you loved each other!

“Peeta Mellark betrayed you, y/n, he delivered you to be free” Snow laughed next to you as you writhed from the pain feeling more syringes in your body, now you were on the floor. “I’m just trying to protect you, y/n, now you know the truth, if you cooperate I will be able to give you the best of lives away from Peeta Mellark,” he continued showing your memories, they looked strange and some bright but you associated it with whatever they were injecting at you. You remembered him, Peeta had abandoned you in the arena, badly injured, possibly he had been victorious, you would have thanked him if it were not because now you needed him to die, Peeta was a liar, he never loved you and it was always a lie to be able to win him, he didn’t care about anyone, his plan was always to kill you.

They weren’t nightmares, they weren’t bad memories, everything was true, all that seemed real.

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You opened your eyes suddenly, where the fuck am I? You thought, every part of your body hurt and the dizziness didn’t let you think, what looked like doctors were checking you but as soon as you realized this, you screamed desperately. “Please stop, kill me, I beg you!” The doctors took your arms and you cried inconsolably, without stopping begging. “you’re fine, calm, you’re in the 13th district now, you’ve been rescued from the capitol” you couldn’t believe the words of an unknown person, so you fought until you got tired or rather, they managed to calm you down. Once you were calmer, one of the doctors spoke to you and briefly explained what had happened, you felt stupid because of the way she spoke to you but you were already exhausted from trying to fight, you had already passed so much that at least an hour without torture was a miracle for you.

You allowed them to be checked, your body was weakened and you had lost weight considerably, your whole body had marks and scars from your weeks in the capitol, you kept crying in silence while thinking about what you did to deserve all that pain, all that suffering, the answer did not take long to arrive, because you heard a familiar voice behind you, you heard his steps running while he shouting to let him in, he came to kill you, you knew it but you were not going to give him pleasure. You turned slowly to see him, his eyes overflowed with tears and his gaze was full of love, liar, he was a mutt, he wanted to deceive you again to fall, for a moment you almost believed him, something in you wanted to run and kiss him but your survival instinct was greater, when you felt his warmth near you, you took him by the neck and threw him to the floor, putting yourself on him, Peeta choked a scream and fear took over his features, you hit him until they fell asleep again.

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I posted it again because I didn’t like the previous one I uploaded, I hope you like it! I want to finish it soon :-) I’m also accepting requests for other fics !!! 🌸

taglist: @mellaurks

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Nowwww quick

Top 5 Scott Lang moments

Ooh! Oh oh oh oh! Okay uhhhhh… since it’s me, you’re also getting the why they’re my top 5

Scott breaking into Hank’s house (including the deleted scenes showing him getting a feel for the place) - this effectively shows us how brilliant Scott is at what he does. This man is super smart, and very few actually give him the credit for it. He overcame every obstacle thrown at him in clever, ingenious ways. Truthfully, the only thing that stumped him was finding the suit instead of the score he was hoping for. Everything else was cake. In one deleted scene, it shows Hank explaining to Hope why Scott breaking into a coded vault was such a big deal was because Scott figured out the pattern the algorithm gave for the alarm code and broke in that way.

“Thinks for thanking of me” - This scene was my very first introduction to Scott Lang waaaaaaay back when Civil War hit the theaters, and I was immediately hooked by this sweet guy who looked like he was voluntold to help out a bunch of superheroes who didn’t match his energy. I loved him from the moment Hawkeye opened the van door and made Scott flinch out of sleep. That scene was just a really good snapshot of his character.

“I don’t have to win; we both just have to lose.” - This. This is the most (serious) Scott Lang thing I’ve ever heard. Scott is not a winner. Not in the sense everyone thinks a winner should be. Scott wins when he can see everyone he loves is safe, and he’s done the right thing. Even if he pays the price for it. Scott was willing to give up everything to make sure his world, his timeline, his loved ones were safe and out of harm’s way. In the face of what felt like a lose-lose, Scott said, “I choose to lose so others can win, and I’ll be okay with it.” Ultimate hero status here, people. I said what I said!

Time Heist - Look, Endgame was very problematic, but the best thing that came out of it was Scott Lang’s brand of genius and optimism rolling in to save the day. Nothing - and I do mean nothing - made me happier while watching the movie than seeing the guy almost everyone overlooked giving the Avengers what they needed to succeed (thank you, Doc Strange for making sure Scott survived the Snap). The Time Heist was brilliant! Danny Oceans who? No, my dude, Scott Lang is the heist master, and the only reason why we didn’t see more of Scott taking more action and training the Avengers on the heist and how it was gonna work was because Marvel execs are cowards who didn’t know how to wield such power.

Dad of the Year Award - I cannot create such a list without recognizing the amazing relationship between Scott and Cassie. Do you know (one of many reasons) why Ant-Man was so good? Besides being an excellent heist story, it was a love story. A love story about a dad trying to get back to his daughter (mirrored by another dad trying to get back to his daughter fyi) because nothing was more important than that. And the heist worked because that was Scott’s ticket to do just that. You make the outcome be in Cassie’s favor, and Scott will achieve the impossible. Hell, the man sacrificed his life and existence by shrinking to subatomic levels, believing he would never ever come back from that, to save her. And then actually did come back because of her! Plus, the man turned his entire house into a live-in heist game out of cardboard and duct tape for Cassie. You cannot tell me Cassie is not the number one person in his life; you just can’t. And I love him for that tbh.

[milliemakesmagic]

The Valentine Family, a family out of time

Millie hasn't posted a fic in a HOT SECOND.

but here I ammmm.

A few generations have passed since the Sole Survivor broke Nick Valentine out of that vault. One of those generations they shared together as husband and wife. But the more time passes, the more his memory banks fill up, and he starts to forget everything. Including his own family.

Me and @psybrepunk came up with this idea when we discussed the memory banks eventually failing Nick. I'm not sure how Gen 2 synths memory banks work, but for story purposes, he basically forgets everything after several generations. Enjoy!

Word count: 955 Warnings: Sad. Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56777947

There was a cardboard box in Valentine Detective Agency that Nick Valentine could never come to terms with. 

Right now it sat on his desk in front of him. He stared at the scribbled words on the side of the box: The Valentine Family.

His yellow eyes traced the words over and over, hoping it would make him remember something. Anything. 

He’d been through that box hundreds of times. 

He’d studied the pictures and read the letters and held the scraps of clothing, hoping it would bring back some memory. 

At one point, his synthetic existence had a story that didn’t belong to Nick Valentine the cop.

He had a family. A wife, a story of his own. 

He also had a son. But he knew that part because that child was the same as him. Frozen in time. 

A young boy named Shaun, that apparently was a copy of his wife’s biological son. 

Shaun had found his own way with other synths like himself so Nick didn’t see him often anymore. But when he did see him, they almost didn’t know how to act. Or at least Nick didn’t. 

Shaun’s memory was endless. So he remembered his mother, he remembered their family, he remembered where he came from. 

Meanwhile Nick, the man that this young synth called “father”, had no memories of that time. 

But one thing never changed, whenever the boy visited, he would climb into Nick’s lap and fall asleep while Nick looked over cases. It was the only thing that made Nick feel the ghost of familiarity about the past.

Nick rummaged through the box again chasing that ghost, struggling with the feelings of pain and grief as he desperately tried again to remember something.

There was a photo of him beside two young women, written on the back it said, “The Detective, the Vault Dweller, and the Journalist.” Inside the box along with it was a newspaper article called Publick Occurrences, written by a woman named Piper Wright.

There was a red handkerchief with a photo of a german shepherd attached. Nick again puzzled over who would name their dog, “Dogmeat.”

A photo of Shaun and the woman who was Nick’s wife, cuddling on the couch watching the snow falling through the big front window. “Christmas Eve in Sanctuary Hills.”

He opened an envelope and read the note that was written in loopy red writing, something about an anniversary, and how much she loved him. He pulled out the scrap of red lace from inside the envelope and admired the little threaded hearts in the material.

Further inside the box he found a small bent up fedora, the note attached to it was in his own handwriting. “He wanted to look like me, so on his birthday I got him this. He wore it until it couldn’t hold its shape anymore.” 

There was a photograph of Nick sitting on the couch with his wife straddling his lap and carefully stitching extra material on his neck to avoid further tearing. She was laughing in this photo, and it looked like he was too.

Nick ran his hand over his neck, feeling the worn stitches that had started to come undone over time. Someone who loved him, carefully tried to fix his struggling synthetic body. And she didn’t look ashamed of his appearance or who he was. The joy in her laughing face as she repaired him in this image had Nick sometimes staring at this photo for hours.

Finally his hand pulled out a worn holotape. He turned it over in his fingers before putting it into the player. 

“Nick!” Her voice sang. “Welcome home! How did the Barnus Case go?” 

The rustling of what Nick assumed was her hugging him was heard.

“Well you know, it went as you’d expect.” His voice responded.

“Daddy!” 

The sound of footsteps running to him and then the impact of Shaun jumping into his arms was heard.

“Woah careful! Don’t want to break your old man anymore than he already is!” 

“Well we missed you!” She continued.

“Oh did you?” 

The sound of Nick and his wife sharing a quick kiss crackled over the tape.

“Dad! Did you find me that type of wire?” 

“Oh did I? Well Christmas must’ve come early because I got you this type of wire, this type of wire, and, these batteries.” 

“No way! Thank you!” 

Shaun could be heard running down the hall again. 

“How on earth did you find those? I assumed he made them up.” She chuckled. He heard the couch creak as they sat down. “I’ll be honest I have no idea. Stroke of luck I guess.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that haunted Nick’s dreams.

“I’m glad you’re home Nick. I love y-“ 

The holotape scratched silent. 

The quietness of the agency rang in his ears. 

He ran his hand over the stitches on his neck again. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” He whispered, as if her spirit could hear him. “Why can’t I just…” 

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. 

He stood up, getting ready to put the lid back on and shove the box into the corner where he hoped it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. 

But before he did, he pulled out the photo of her laughing on his lap as she repaired him. 

His thumb rubbed over her figure, beautifully frozen in time. Her face forever captured in that expression of pure joy and love. 

He crumpled the picture in his hand, holding it tightly against his chest. “I can’t remember my own damn wife!”

He threw the photo in the box and shut it before shoving it back into the corner and going into the alley for a smoke.

[empyreansentinel]

Hiiii I remember u sawtooth posting a bit ago and I got so excited <- Sawtooth canyon fan number 1

You saying Brick was a bad bandit leader and asking why the Sawtooths dont just overthrow the Slabs is so fucking real honestly. I've been thinking abt that ever since I first beat this game a year or two back, and thought "Why doesn't Brick care about the bandits he's leading, that's basically his workforce..... Is he stupid", but it does make sense in a way ? Cuz Brick isn't a bandit from Pandora specifically, he's (a vault hunter) from Menoetius, so he doesn't actually know shit Bout crap when it comes to actual bandit hierarchy or grouping. Say what you will abt the moralities of Flanksteak,or the Flynts or any other bandit loed, but they at least care enough about their groups to know they need to keep their numbers up. But I think the other slabs just stick around to him and tolerate his inability to lead because they know the Sawtooths would completely crush them if they didn't. And there's a really important reason for that also:

Brick is not only built like if a muscle came to life and started talking, but he's also (or used to be) a vault hunter. A vault hunter that, Very Specifically, is allied with the crimson raiders, which is built from a bunch of members from the Lance + other vault hunters. They're not trying to start a fight with the maniacs who massacre entire towns worth of bandit camps for one reason or another. They have acquired enough territory to be considered a super-power in comparison to say, Nine toes' group from the first game, whose group was very small and contained to being near Fyrestone. My theory is they're willing to put up with whatever the Slabs do on their side of the territory so long as it's contained There, because they know if they did anything their leader would get a whole other array of problems involved. Which is literally what happens in-game because Brick calls the vault hunter group the second they even remind him of their existence, and they in turn kill a whole bunch of people about it.

Im rambling atp but Bandit politics is interesting and I love how you go about ittttttt

BRICK IS JUST....hes a very frustrating character to me. he’s written as this big dumb himbo character who loves his friends but a lot of the choices he makes in 2 paint him as just being reckless with the lives of his men. hes stationed the slabs directly in the middle of hyperion territory. their entire point of being is to put a wall of bodies between handsome jack and the rest of pandora, and its been that way for years. and it is not a fight they are winning, the best they’ve managed is a stalemate, which could be quickly overturned if jack used more than 3% of his brain power and razed the place like he did lynchwood and new haven. but that for some reason isn’t enough to occupy him. he also instigates fights with the sawteeth and lynchwood as well. lynchwood is on the defensive, its not going to go out of its way to start shit with the slabs because its primary purpose is being a source of eridium, not a military base. the whole deal with the sawtooth clan is even worse, because Brick is still the one picking a fight, with the excuse that the sawtooth have been selling out VHs to jack for money. which 1) WOMP WOMP and 2) further proof he still considers himself a VH and not a bandit. he sends you to cut through sawtooth cauldron and kill dozens of people for explosives. to uh. clear a bridge, if i recall. that can be crossed by buzzard. which the slabs have in abundance. whatever. all of this to say: yeah, you’re right. he SUCKS as a bandit leader and I think a lot of the slabs are with him out of necessity. because even after being ousted by the rest of the crimson raiders and mostly cutting contact with the BL1 VHs, he still values them as people above the slabs. hell he values the BL2 VHs, total strangers, above the slabs and that was before he even knew they were with the raiders. the biggest sell for me is his dialogue after you kill mortar. he questions why the sawteeth are still fighting, and calls them stupid for doing so. like he doesnt understand at all.

[hatredmadeofgold]

I'm a terrible person with words, but here I go. (using a translator, my English is a little shit when it comes to writing and a little bit when it comes to pronunciation, ha!)

I would like to say with ALL my heart that I love your work and the writing in "Sing to Me", my heartbeat even accelerates when I remember the existence of this work of art and how wonderful the sensation was, the euphoric feeling of read each chapter and see all the care and dedication put into it. I have immense affection for Raiden, Sam (and Monsoon :)). Seeing how complex they are in the story brings me immense satisfaction, and I just wish all the positive recognition for you, it's impeccable.

(There's a lot I'd like to express, like my hyperfocus- but hey, I'm a terrible person at showing appreciation and affection, I hope you got the message anyway :))

hugs and kisses from a Brazilian! 🇧🇷❤

Oi, não se preocupa! Não sou falante nativo, mas entendi muito bem. Da próxima vez, você pode me escrever em pt-br (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Thank you so much!! I am really happy to know that you enjoy my work 💕 Honestly, every time someone tells me that they enjoy Sing to Me so much, I am getting really happy. This fic means a lot to me and gives me lots of strength and stability, although on the outside it might look that I am not doing much for it for the past year (I do, it's just background work that I can't show T_T massive spoilers and so on). But I mean, I kept saying that each time somebody came to my inbox about it for the last months.

And I am so glad to know that you're feeling like this for each chapter you've read so far! This fic in itself is really complex and long, I could give you a rough estimate of around ~100 Chapters for the main story (Those would be just arc 1-3, the series, however, has 6 arcs in total excluding the 2 AUs). Sooo... let me say, you've got a lot to look forward to, I suppose :3

Also I hope that you'll be curious about the revisions too. Chapter 5 and 6 will have a darker tone than their current version that is on AO3 at the moment, but also will be much better in quality. Chapter 6 will have major changes I think, especially the second halve of it. I am all giddy and excited myself whenever I think about all the plans I have for this story. The drama, the comedy, the (bitter-) sweetness, but also the chaos, the pain and the darker parts of this fic. I wish I could go on a ramble but it's so many spoilers lmao And I don't want to take that away from my readers. If anything, I might drop a few essays about Raiden and Sam that I've got on my to-do list at some point, that in some cases will directly tie to Sing to Me as well.

The series also goes in great detail about Sam's past and who he is as a person because I was a bit dissatisfied with how most fics for this pairing at least that I've read didn't come up with much for his past (but I still liked all of them regardless), hence I went a little bit insane about him. To the point that Sam is technically my OC now (according to my beta reader) lmao

Jsyk, this is my current graph view of my Obsidian vault for Sing to Me and all the dots that connect to him:

My vault is an absolute mess still tbh because the program is a bit overwhelming when you don't know where to start, so this is far from how complex this fic actually even is.

What I can tell you pretty much spoiler free is that the series is complex because timeline wise, it starts in the year of 2001 and ends (technically) in the year of 2026. I say technically because ARC3.5: The War in Heaven goes a bit crazy with science fiction elements and time is... let's say, "relative". The main fic spans from 2019 until 2023 btw.

The prequel (ARC0: I Come with Knives) is entirely about Sam's past, from his POV entirely, and a collaboration with @thatthereneverwas since he originally requested me to write it. Basically adding more Sam lore that we definitely need :3

Please don't hesitate to come to my inbox or DMs if you want to chat about Sing to Me, samuraiden or just Sam or Raiden with me! I don't bite :] Monsoon is also my favourite from the Winds of Destruction aside from Sam, so I get you! I've been thinking of maybe including him in the fic as well, but it's uncertain how so yet, and if it will just be a flashback of some sort 🤔 But I take notes as I go, we'll see :3

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[harrietbarnesblog]

You're losing me

Masterpost

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warning: cheating (suggestive), arguments, wounds, crying, my shitty ass writing

It's very common to have arguments in a relationship. But what if the relationship is nothing but arguments. Sometimes some funny shit would turn into a serious argument between you and Seungmin.

You loved him so much you never thought of leaving him even though you two argue way too much for a regular couple.

“I don't understand, y/n” he said furiously.

“I know you don't.”

“I thought everything was fine.”

“Leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He left the room. The room was bright with light. You once used to adore this room. It used to be yours and his favourite room. Now looking at it you feel tortured. You reach for the string of LED lights hanging on the wall. You rip it out and throw it and slide down the wall crying.

Last week you and Seungmin had another argument over a girl. He liked her post and claimed it was an accident. But he also texted her. How can that be an accident too? He said, “you are reading too much into things, y/n.” You apologised. “Will we be alright?” you asked him. “Yes, my love.” he kissed your forehead and held you in his arms.

Next you woke up with a blaring headache. Seungmin wasn't next to you where he usually was to be when you usually wake up. You heard someone laugh from outside your room. You went outside to see who it was. It was Seungmin on the call with someone. He wasn't talking much but he was being loud in a sense.

“Can you keep it quiet? I have a headache.” You told him. He just nodded.

“We can add that song in the next album because it doesn't suit this album's aesthetics.” He spoke into the phone. You assumed he was talking to Chan.

You sat on the sofa next to him massaging your temples. You felt like you wanted to cry. Seungmin was fiddling with an empty glass vase in his hands. It was usually filled with flowers that he would buy for you. But he had stopped buying you anything at all. He would come home late and leave early to the studio. His hands accidentally slipped and the vase shattered on the floor. A small piece pierced your leg. You hissed in pain and started to cry. Seungmin didn't notice you crying yet. Still on the phone. He said, “ one second, hyung. I'll be back.”

He picked up the bigger pieces of glasses with his hand and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a broom and a plastic cover. It was now he noticed you crying.

“Darling, what happened?” you glared at him with storms in your eyes. Your eyes were filled with anger and pain.

You said nothing. You stood and walked away from there into the bathroom. You picked the glass piece from your leg and washed it till the blood stopped. You took some ointment and applied it and put a bandaid on it. You took a painkiller tablet and went to sleep.

When you woke up he wasn't there. There was no note, nothing just emptiness.

That was a week but still you can't help but relive through that memory.

You were dying internally but he couldn't take a hint of that when you bite down your nail and be silent in his existence. The love between you two was dying. You were sick of it. But he wasn't ready to admit it.

At the table near you was a photo of you and him. You picked in your hands and smashed it against the wall. You picked it again and traced his face. You didn't know what to do.

“I'm sorry.” He said standing at the room's doorway.

“Sorry won't cut it out, Seungmin.”

“Give us one last chance. Please.”

“You're losing me, Seungmin. Can't you feel it” the air was thick with loss and indisposition.

“We dated for 10 years. We have known each other since birth. I can't lose you, y/n.”

“All you are saying is you don't wanna lose but I never hear from you how much you love. All my friends are engaged after months of dating. I dated you for 10 years and I got nothing out of it. You ignore me all the time. I'm right in front of you and I still feel invisible. we are far gone to bring back to life. It's like I'm fighting in your army in the frontline but you won't address me.”

“So you are saying all of this because I didn't put a ring on your finger.”

“God it's not that. It's about taking our relationship to the next level.”

“Exactly getting married.”

“Okay fine it is one of the causes. Did you think I won't be a good wife?”

He kept silent.

“I understand. I won't marry me either.” you conceded.

“It's not that I won't marry you. It's just that…. I..umm…”

“Seungmin do something. Say something. Risk something. I have nothing to lose unless you are choosing me.” You pleaded.

“I don't love you anymore y/n. That's the truth. But I want you in my life like the friend you once you used to be.”

“ I can't do that, I'm sorry. I'm leaving.” You said.

You picked a suitcase and packed all your clothes. He didn't try to stop you or anything. He just let you go.

[tanith-rhea]

Could I request Lucifer x champion reader?

Can be sfw or nsfw👀, little bit of hurt/comfort, missunderstandings, them being reunited and maybe love confessions?

Much like Lucifer R used to an angel, knowing Lucifer back then aswell, R being considered a Golden child but also a trouble maker because they craved freedom, R remained and mourned when Lucifer fell but was prevented from following after them by their parents, R becoming kinda like a replacement for Samael in heaven since they were both the best and favorites despite their trouble making nature. Eventually R rebels against heaven and chose to leave and revisit their “best friend” you can chose how it continues and ends.

Your Feelings True

Oookay so that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I loved your request and as soon as I read it I had two different plots in my mind. Since I liked both so much, I thought why not do both! So we have the same premise but with two endings: one Happy with a hint of corruption and one Angsty with cruel Lucifer and sad feels. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it is sfw, but I liked the happy ending very much and will probably do a small continuation for it especially because I want LUCIFER SMUT. Sorry, Gwen's Lucifer just does things to me...

Anyway... enjoy!

You remembered what had brought you there, in front of the Ruler of Hell. How could you forget? Their beautiful face could never fade from your memories, no matter how many millennia passed. Their laughter whenever you toyed with your siblings’ creations, how delighted they looked when the others discovered your shenanigans. You could never get rid of the feeling they blossomed in your celestial, immaterial and hypothetical heart. Angels were made of something else, not flesh and bones, certainly not organs, but your chest still hurt as if something inside it clenched every time you thought of your best friend; the one who got away.

“Anael?” their voice was still soft, but more calculative than when last you spoke, “I thought my demons had it wrong when they claimed seeing an angel fall to our doorstep.”

You had rebelled. The Silver City didn’t have anything for you anymore. Since you were forced to battle on opposing sides with the monarch in front of you, Heaven lost its appeal, it also lost its righteousness to you. How could it be right to fight the ones you loved? Forget ineffability, it simply made no sense.

“I came for you, Samael-”

Their laughter interrupted you. You could not fail to notice the stark difference from the ones you were used to hear when you were young, just two mischievous archangels fooling around in creation, crafting the most breathtaking stars and cosmical explosions to fill the universe with beauty.

“I haven’t been called that for a long time,” if you didn’t know them your entire existence, maybe you wouldn’t have noticed the sliver of disappointment behind their practised cordial façade, but you did.

“Would you prefer I called you Lightbringer? Morning Star?” you smiled tenderly at them “Lucifer?”

Nothing changed much on their face. It saddened you that the being you loved, once full of mirth, seemed now a sealed vault, keeping everything away from view. You could not look at them without sorrow.

“Lucifer, I came here for you. I rebelled against our creator like I should have done all these years ago, to be with you,” you reach for their hand, and they let you take it.

“I seem to remember you cowering and betraying me,” they caress your hand in theirs, smiling faintly to themselves, for which reason you could not tell “You knew I would be cast here, didn’t you?”

“I overheard God and Gabriel talking of your rebellion. God certainly knew I was aware of your fate but didn’t seek me to explain. I knew you would be cast to the farthest place from Heaven, but I didn’t know of the existence of Hell, I only thought we would be so far away that no light would ever kiss our skin again, and I could not let you do that to yourself.”

Their grasp on your hand loosened, and they brought both their hands to your face, caressing your cheeks free of the few tears staining them. They were so gentle, their face so compassionate that you were overcome by your feelings, covering their hands with yours and looking deep into their eyes.

“I love you, Lucifer. I could not live a second more away from your presence. The Silver City in all its glory pales in comparison to my feelings for you.”

At that moment, Lucifer closed the space between your faces, coming down to meet you in the middle. They kissed you feverously, ferociously, as if their life depended on it, and you responded with just as much. You felt their fingers holding your head strongly, if you were a different being you might have felt searing pain from the sheer force they held you with, the desperation in them almost too much, too overwhelming.

Suddenly you screamed, parting from them in a panicked thrashing. Your wings were burning.

Happy Ending

Immediately, Lucifer held up their hands, deep sorrow and resentment twisting their face. They stepped close to you while you screamed and thrashed like a wounded animal, eyes wide with no understanding of what was happening and why your feathers had simply combusted.

“Shh, calm down, my love,” they walked carefully in your direction “It will end soon, I’m afraid I can’t make it stop but let me help you with the pain.”

The fire was slowly subsiding, in their place blackened leathery wings like a bat’s were becoming visible. The smell of burnt flesh was not uncommon in Hell, but somehow you could tell the smell of your own body from the others.

You fell to the ground, all strength was gone from you, and Lucifer encircled you with their wings, pulling you to their lap in a protective bubble. Their touch was oddly calming and you felt yourself give in to their soft words.

“I must admit I thought you would have burned in your fall. Perhaps Heaven is a bit more vindictive than we give it credit for.”

You could not believe they would do this to you. You saw it happening to Lucifer, but somehow you thought it would be different now, you thought your wings would remain dove-white and gentle. It appeared you were wrong.

“Come, I’ll take care of you,” they lifted you in their arms, taking you to what you could assume was their chambers “I will make you the strongest ruler to ever exist. No real shall be unaware of your power, fierceness, and wisdom. You will rule by my side, and we will bring those bastards to dust.”

As they whispered in your years, you felt a slow smile twisting your lips. Maybe it was the fall, maybe you resented The Presence since the first rebellion, but the thought of burning it all to the ground sent you into a satisfied sleep, in your dreams, you saw Hell the only remaining realm in the universe.

Angsty Ending

“Do you think I believe for a second that you chose to come to me? To abdicate the cold comfort of the Silver City for your supposed ‘affection’ for me?” their voice was cold and cruel, their smile just as kind and comforting as before. You could not understand how such bitterness could be hidden by so perfect of a mask.

When your guard were down, Lucifer manipulated the flames in the throne room to burn you, making your wings as black as theirs.

“Bitterness has consumed everything good in you, Samael, you’re a shadow of who you were, you’re not free, you are a slave to your resentment!” you shouted, infuriated. The rage building in your body enough to power a hundred smites. However, you had just fallen, your wings were just burned, and even with the power for a very decent battle against Lucifer, you lacked the strength to wield it.

“Mazikeen, please escort our guest to their cell. Make sure it’s the right one, where they’ll be able to contemplate what a foolish choice it was to betray me,” they said, gesturing with their hand to summon the archdemon.

You didn’t have a way of escape, Lucifer would make sure you were securely held in their claws, so you simply accompanied the creature to your new abode, a windowless cell of hot obsidian. It was just your luck you discovered that now you could burn.

After hours of introspection, sitting in your hellishly warm and uncomfortable cell, you realize why Samael were entitled “Prince of Lies”. Because in the throne room, when you looked into their eyes, you could swear on your life and the life of all living beings that they loved you just as much as you did them. It appeared you were wrong.

[justavulcan]

Backgrounds With Class: Golgari Agent

I'll be honest: Ravnica has always fascinated me. I was a high schooler when the first set came out, and I was immediately consumed creating characters for the setting. Now that we've actually received my long-awaited crossover, I thought it would be nice to write a love letter to the setting in the form of another Backgrounds with Class series. After all: some guilds have natural class choices tied in, from a conceptual standpoint. Boros and Fighter, Izzet and Wizard, Selesnya and Druid. But guilds aren’t class-restricted, and so I wonder what it would look like if you paired every class with every guild background, even the ones that seem at odds, like Izzet and Barbarian, or Gruul and Artificer.  So I thought about it, and this is what I came up with.  Some character concepts for each class, and each Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica background for each class.

Golgari Agent

The Golgari Agent Artificer is one of the kraul, a wingless merchant who recently took over the family business.  Poling a narrow raft through the undercity’s sewer network isn’t glamorous work, but it does afford her a fine selection of various fungi and other ingredients for her elixirs and salves.  If push comes to shove, her alchemical expertise is for more than just brewing potions; many an undercity predator has tasted her home-made deathspore bombs and opted for easier prey elsewhere.

The Golgari Agent Barbarian has been a member of his neighborhood’s hunting party since he became of age.  Eschewing moodmark paint in favor of a hunter’s mottled camouflage pigments, he knows how to track and run down prey with the pack coordination of a wolf.  This talent’s not hyperbole, either; his last encounter with one of the Selesnya’s ledev guardians supplied him with a fine wolf-pelt cowl he wears proudly over his hunter’s paint.  Sometimes he even thinks the spirit of the wolf takes over on the hunt; it would account for the times he’s come to after a kill with blood on his face.

The Golgari Agent Bard knows better than most how things of import can turn up anywhere.  A findbroker by trade, her ability to discover the history behind any gewgaw or trinket she scrounges up has more than doubled her profit on occasion.  Gifted with a turn of phrase and the eerie, low-pitch ocarina she cares for like a child, her ambitions don’t stop at finding lost art- she yearns to be the first to rediscover some buried vault or basement thought long lost.

The Golgari Agent Cleric, in accordance with the Swarm’s care for the cycle of life and death, has been responsible for dozens of acts of euthanasia in her life.  It doesn’t take an expert to recognize when a hunter’s been taken by zombie fungus, or when a red reaver bloom’s explosive dispersal drives a whole apartment block mad with aggression.  It just takes care and respect for the final solace of death to ease people’s suffering.  That her focus also comes in handy fending off territorial disputes is icing.

The Golgari Agent Druid is, technically, a drudge, one of the zombified dead that the Swarm relies on for muscle, both on the farm and the battlefield.  However, unknown processes allowed the fungal parasite to seize full control of the host, and arrive at a consciousness of their own.�� Now, they’re busy determining the meaning of their new existence.  While they work it out, they shamble about the Undercity, working odd jobs tending livestock and helping farmers with their natural understanding of other fungi.

The Golgari Agent Fighter is militant, a troll-blooded human with the strength of arm and heart to testify to his lineage.  While for the moment just one of the many toughs that lurk around the Undercity looking for easy prey, his true goal is far less provincial: to climb the Swarm’s political ladder and become one of Jarad’s closest advisors or even his bodyguard.  To this end, he’s quick to speak out in aggression against surface- dwellers intruding on his domain, or take the initiative and lead a raiding party himself.

The Golgari Agent Monk was always gifted with swiftness of arm and wit; as a nymph he scrapped with his siblings more days than not, and has since taken to far more dangerous partners to improve her skills.  He mostly works as a guide for the rare surface-dweller to travel below the sunlit streets, and even distills his own moonshine from fermenting fruit and the ample yeast colonies on his travels.  He’s become quite the alcoholic aficionado, and claims he fights even better when he’s had a few drinks.

The Golgari Agent Paladin was, like many of his Ordruun kin, originally slated to join the Boros Legion as a cadet when he came of age.  He did, but when a raid went bad and he was left for dead in the Undercity by a sergeant he knew to be corrupt, he swore he wouldn’t leave the darkened streets and buried closes of Ravnica until the man lay dead before him.  A childhood roaming the near-surface reaches and a minotaur’s innate sense of direction have served him well, and his new guild feeds the cold core of his desire for vengeance happily so long as it’s pointed at their mutual enemies.

The Golgari Agent Ranger always liked bugs.  Wasn’t much of a choice, really, living in one of the many tenement buildings sunk below the sunlit streets of upper Ravnica- you learned to deal with the scurrying things of the world young.  Cultivating a unique magical bond with them was the work of many long nights, but the result has been beyond reproach- his many tiny friends are stronger than they look, and complement his hunting well as they ensure that his prey can never truly escape.

The Golgari Agent Rogue has aspired to become one of the Ochran ever since one killed his abusive parents in front of him.  Starry-eyed about becoming one of the Swarm’s most famous killers, he moved to the Undercity the next week, escaping the home of his blood family to find new kin.  He had a rough time of it, begging and sweeping out chimneys, but he picked up the poisons quickly, and has always been slight enough to slip down sewer pipes and chimneys to find the target.

The Golgari Agent Sorcerer was a washout before he was anything of real use- literally.  Originally an experimental attempt at forming a drake-human krasis for the Guardian Project, he was mistaken by a careless lab assistant for a failure and flushed out of his transformation tank before his scales, wing flaps, and poison glands fully developed.  Recovered by a rot farmer accustomed to handling the runoff from the Simic lab in question, he’s grown to appreciate his new environment- and has already misdirected or slain the first attempts of the lab’s owner to track him down for retrieval.

The Golgari Agent Warlock always made a point of delving deeper and into tighter environs than his contemporaries.  Never a good fit with hunter or shaman, he explored the depths of the Undercity all on his own before stumbling one day into an as-yet undiscovered chamber.  The figure sitting on the throne there was enormous in size and patched together from all different creatures, but when it stirred to see the boy before it, all it did was offer him a set of knucklebones on string.  Taking them was the beginning of something, and now the man treasures the talisman that forms the link to his patron.

The Golgari Agent Wizard has been a rot farmer for decades.  It’s only now, lately, that he’s set out to travel and study magic in the hopes of winning his farm back.  It was taken from him by a devkarin lich, an objective lesson in might making right within the Swarm, and he hopes to master enough of the necromancer’s art to bend the new owner’s undead farmhands to his will.  He’s quickly finding that things are very big outside his secluded cavern home, and even that he likes it- perhaps enough to keep him from going back.

[connectionterminated13]

What was Jeremy’s and Mikes first interaction like in the fallout AU ? Did Jeremy know what ghouls were or was he in for a bit of a shock lol

I've been waiting to talk about this!! I hope you don't mind if I write out their whole interaction :)

Jeremy wakes up pulling out his gun to see some kind of man rooting through his bag, He can't see the Man in the dim light of the dying fire but the man is thin and sickly looking.

Jeremy: Stealing isn't nice you know?

Michael immediately stops trying to rob Jeremy and puts his hands up, He's very used to people try to shoot at him after all so he knows what to do in this situation.

Jeremy: Now let's start with names I'm Jeremy! And you are?

Michael: Michael, I'm not Ferrell don't shoot! I was just hungry I'm a night guard and I thought you were dead and I'm sorry!

Jeremy: Oh well if you were hungry you could have just asked! Don't you surface people know sharing and is Caring?

Michael is confused. There's something very wrong about this man. He doesn't talk like Any person Michael has known in the past 200 years...

Jeremy: Speaking of I'm from a vault! vau-

Michael's eyes widen, Instinctively he steps forward slightly meaning he is now in the light of the fire

Michael: You're from a vault! I didn't know you guys were still-

Jeremy screams stepping back the gun shaking in his hand, He looks Michael up-and-down noticing his Rotting purple skin, expose teeth/mouth And the stink of rot emanating from him

Jeremy: AcH!!

Michael: It's OK! I'm not a monster! I just I'd just would people look like up here now so you don't need to shoot me!! please don't shoot me..

Michael tries to put his hands up further as a show of surrender, He tries to smile but knows it probably comes off more threatening

Jeremy: My-y mom warned me about people like you! Are we taking what does it belong to you consuming people were fun!

Jeremy is shaking in terror, Mike praise to any God that might exist that this scared dweller doesn't shoot him in the face

Jeremy: You are bloody communist!!

Michael: Yes! I'm a ghoul but I'm not- what

Michael is incredibly confused

Jeremy: My mom told me bedtime stores about how you people destroyed the world! I should have known when you talked in your weird funny voice!

Michael realizes that the vault Jeremy must have came from is incredibly sheltered/very very stupid

Michael: Hey I'm not a communist I'm open red-blooded American just like you! And that is just vocal cord decay and an accent..

Jeremy Is clearly still frightened but pulled himself together

Jeremy: Well if you're not then you're gonna tell me where Mother flipping Yellow rabbit guy went With my little brother..

Michael's eyes light up slightly

Michael: I don't know where he is but I know we're looking for the same guy! And I could help you! I know the wasteland I'm a friend-I promise!

Jeremy considers this for a moment

Jeremy: I'm sorry

Jeremy lowers his gun, Michael is very confused by this, this is a confusing evening for him

Jeremy: No Communist would ever try to help me.. Plus it was mean for me to scream at you it's not your fault you're a Strange mutant.

Michael lets out a confused laugh

Michael: Thank you I guess?

Michael has never had anyone who he's tried to rob be this kind to him hell Michael hasn't experienced this level of kindness since pre-war times

Jeremy: No if you say sorry for stealing, I'll give you some of the Sam which my mom packed and We can become real friends

Michael: Extremely sorry for stealing!

Jeremy smiled walking over to Michael and holding out his hand for a handshake

Jeremy: Jeremy Fitzgerald at your service! I'm sorry I'm first meeting with Mike that I look forward to being friends and campaigns in our shared goal to defeat the dastardly rabbit that stole my younger brother!

Michael stared down at the hand before hesitantly shaking it

There you go love it first sight for real❤ Sorry for this being so long and writing a whole chat I'm just goofy like that :3

[artzychic27]

Can we see this: https://youtu.be/Nb7sgIAuECQ?si=w3auY1tDtEVJmDzB, but with the DC AU couples? Like Bat!Zoe and Static!Cosette, Bane!Ivan and Scarecrow!Mylene, Cat!Juleka and Ivy!Rose, etc?

Zoé: So… Cosette and I… We never imagined that we’d meet up and then eventually… Couple up.

Cosette: Our dads know each other. Justice League, and stuff, you know? But, we didn’t exactly meet through them. See, I was on a class trip to Gotham.

Zoé: Terrible idea.

Cosette: Aw, it worked out.

Zoé: It did. Anyway, the Hero Class- total accident, by the way- helped dad and me battle the Joker and his guys. And Cosette-

Cosette: Don’t! Please, no!

Zoé: *Giggles* Cosette saw the Joker pointing a gun at me, got in front of me, and yelled, “DON’T HURT HER!” But… It turns out- *Snickers*

Cosette: Don’t even!

Zoé: It was one of his ‘POW!’ guns! With the little flag? You know those ones.

Cosette: It was so embarrassing!

Zoé: It was sweet, and you were very brave.

Cosette: … Thank you.

—

Nathaniel: So, um... No one thought this would last. I’m a size-shifting villain who gets angrier as he grows, he’s an alien hero who’s able to fly when he thinks positive thoughts.

Marc: *Takes Nathaniel’s hand* But, we proved everyone wrong.

Nathaniel: As to how we met, I was robbing the bank, literally holding a few people hostage in my fist. And as I was tearing the vault door open, this one bursts in and ties a lamppost around my wrist like handcuffs

Marc: And after that, I kept stopping more of his crimes… Tell them why.

Nathaniel: *Blushing* Starlight, quit it.

Marc: Come on…

Nathaniel: … I wanted a reason to see and talk to you.

Marc: He even stopped right in the middle of causing some chaos downtown because Denise came instead of me. It was adorable! He eventually worked up the nerve to ask me out. And, baby, you didn’t have to commit all those crimes just to get me to notice you.

Nathaniel: Can you blame me? I couldn’t exactly talk to you during school hours with your friends watching my every move.

Marc: And yet, here we are.

—

Jesse: When I first laid eyes on Anthony, it was during the DC kids’ weekly Villains versus Heroes battle near the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was belt a myriad of love songs to the heavens when I saw my dark angel!

Anthony: I talked him out of it. Though, I was surprised he picked me out of… Literally anyone. I mean, who wants a Demon for a boyfriend, you know?

Jesse: *Takes his hand* I do. And I always will, my love.

Anthony: You weren’t even the least bit terrified when you found out who my grandfather was?

Jesse: You mean Trigon? Enslaver of worlds? Devourer of a million souls? The most feared tyrant in the universe who could easily wipe out all existence as we know it?… Nope. Not at all.

Anthony: Aaw. *Kisses him on the cheek* You're sweet.

Jesse: Yes, and a bit terrified.

—

Alya: So, Nino and I had just been transferred to DuPont after the... Incidents at our last schools.

Nino: I was in the middle of conning a few idiots out of their lunch money when she walked by, her hair just smelling like lavender.

Alya: You got so distracted that you shifted into several forms until you were just this cluster of different people. It was a mess! And, frankly, kind of cute.

Nino: Only because I had Adrien's dimples, Kim's abs, and Chloé's aerobicized ass, right?

Alya: No, I meant it was cute how you got all flustered over me, idiot.

Nino: Well, who wouldn't? Now, here's the kicker. She asked me out by trapping me in an escape room for three days.

Alya: With food and water, of course. In the end, there was a riddle waiting for him, and he got it on the first go.

Nino: 'There is a fruit, so very sweet! From a palm, it's very neat! A yea or nay sometime today. Palm to palm is just the gate for the fruit is a-'

Alya/Nino: Date.

—

Denise: I first met Simon while trying to stop a bus full of passengers. The brakes just snapped, and it was going all over the road at top speed.

Simon: I was chasing after the bus, but, you know, I’m not strong enough to stop like a… What? A ton?

Denise: Twenty to thirty, actually. So, I’m flying by to help, and then this one- *Snickers* He flew into a stop sign the very second he saw me.

Simon: I was face to face with a literal goddex! A gorgeous one at that.

Denise: Aw, come on. After we managed to stop the bus and save everyone, we just started hanging out more, stopping the DC villain kids together, and one thing lead to another. We started dating.

—

Jean: I had just given the performance of a life time. I had gotten the usual red roses, but then someone tosses me a bouquet of green roses. Guess who it was.

Austin T: I think they know, dear.

Jean: *Giggles* Yeah. But, the first time we met officially was when I was helping Zoé stop Marinette and Adrien from releasing laughing gas out into the city.

Austin T: I lent some assistance.

Jean: He trapped them in a cage that his ring made, and I was like, “What sorcery is this?!” And he went, “No sorcery, just space tech. Hi, I’m Emerald Lantern.”

Austin T: If you think I’m about to choose the most predictable name, you have another thing coming. Anyway, he didn’t know I was the one who threw the green bouquet until he saw the cage.

Jean: I was swooning!

Austin T: It was adorable how his eyes lit up.

—

Rose: The first time we met, we were thirteen, and we tried to kill each other.

Juleka: Nah, you didn’t try to kill me; I tried to kill you. I thought she was stepping on my turf, trying to steal the stuff I was going to steal. Turns out, she was just poisoning a few guys down at some club who have been harassing some poor girl.

Rose: She’s okay now, but anyway, Juleka wanted in on the action, and scratched their faces!

Juleka: Respect women, idiots.

Rose: It was amazing! I had them tied up in my vines, and we both took turns beating them with her sack full of cash!

Juleka: I like to consider that our first date.

Rose: *Kisses her on the cheek* And what a date it was.

—

Ivan: I was bashing a corrupt official’s head against the pavement one night, after I found out he’d done unspeakable things to lycée students behind closed doors, when I saw her hollow eyes from across the street. I was then plagued with the grimmest of hallucinations of that prison. And after a dreadful ten minutes, I found the bastard of a man writhing and screaming as if he were in even more pain. I knew I wanted her to cull pathetic whelps like that man with me.

Myléne: He asked, then I gave him another dose of my fear toxin. When he snapped out of it and didn’t run away, that’s when I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

—

Brecken: Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all easy being a hero-villain couple. I always gotta act polite ‘n stuff when I’m around her hero pals.

Genevieve: And I must endure his friends’ brash behavior from time to time.

Brecken: Aw, you love ‘em!

Genevieve: Not as much as I love you… And, I guess your clones.

Brecken: Hoo, doggies! I love this gal! Anyway, as to how we met, so me and the fellas, as in my clones, were robbing the bank, and after we cleaned it out, we stopped for a bite as this great diner. And if you’re American, they got some great burgers there, makes you feel right at home!

Genevieve: As he was saying, he and his clones barged in as I was ordering. Seeing as we were in a public space, and we both had not eaten yet, the seven of us occupied a table, and just began to talk.

Brecken: I never seen the fellas so engaged. My darlin’s just got that something, you know?

—

Aurore: Uh, a little about us. My bio dad’s Aquaman, allowing me to breathe underwater and communicate with fish.

Mireille: My bio mom is Black Canary, and I inherited her sonic scream. It’s nice, but I gotta be careful not to scream when I get angry.

Aurore: She’s broken a lot of windows. So, as for how we got together. We were both new to DuPont, and got placed in the Hero Class. It was sort of a program made so we, as the second generation of heroes, could keep an eye on the Villain Class.

Mireille: They’re more chaotic neutral than chaotic evil, but we still keep tabs.

Aurore: Anyway, she had no idea who my dad was yet, so when she saw me at the bottom of the pool one day, she, without hesitation, jumped in, and brought me up for air.

Mireille: I was embarrassed.

Aurore: I was flattered, and I wouldn’t mind her saving me again. You know, from something that can actually kill me. The gesture was sweet, though.

Mireille: I got my favorite top wet.

Aurore: All in the name of love.

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

[gremoria411]

Fuck it, it’s been out for….. however many days now, let’s talk about the Gundam Murmur.

Gonna be discussing the design and sorta just general implications of its existence (like I did a little with the Haagenti and Rustal).

Design-wise, gorgeous. I love how unique it looks compared to units that came before it, while still retaining enough Gundam-like features to not look too out of place. It is, I suppose, the limit of the Gundam’s human-centric design (watch something else come out that just blows this out of the water), especially since it’s primary weapons (the Surgical Feathers) are controlled via remote (through Alaya-Vijinana). It makes sense as a weapon system, since it seems to be designed to overwhelm a Mobile Armour from range. The form and flowing armour I find quite pleasing - I’d like to assume the engraving was added postwar (particularly since the Fareed’s are part of the Seven Stars), but I’ve absolutely nothing to back that up with. I did think that given the nature of its weapons systems, it’s possible that it relied on a lot of other units (like Hugo’s or Rodi’s) to tie up enemy mobile armours until it could strike the killing blow, so perhaps they’re there to inspire its vassals? Then again, the surgical stylings of its equipment seem to be pointing in a different direction.

I’ve seen a lot of comparisons going around with the Qubeley, because of the flowing nature of its armour, but I honestly associate it more with the Gundam Harute (Final Battle ver.), likely due to the skirt, back weapons and orange colouration. I do have a fondness for the head - it feels quite removed from the typical design, thanks to its large shape, but it retains the key features (twin-eye, “horns”, faceplate). It could even be said that the both have a significant compliment of ranged weaponry, since the Harute has Scissor Fangs. I do like how it’s upper half seems rather lightly armoured, since it makes it seem mobile and able to fight with its surgical knives - too much armour would make it’s mobility less believable, so it’s a nice touch. I generally like skirts on mobile suits (a good example off the top of my head would be the Xamel), so Murmur going the whole hog with a dress and a bunch of knives is just wonderful.

Alrighty, so I mentioned way, waaaaay back when talking about the Haagenti that it’d be interesting to see what the other Seven Stars Gundams are that remain in Vingolf along with Bael (barring Kimaris, obviously)

(Which is a thought. Wonder how Kimaris’ loss was covered up. It’s all very well saying Gaelio died at Edmonton, but surely you’d at least recover the Gundam frame. Supposedly the official records were doctored to say that the Kimaris had been returned, but I feel like someone should’ve at least checked if it’d been returned.) (Hm. Though now I am imagining Rustal just swapping the armour onto Haagenti and then smuggling it into the Baudin’s vault, which is fun).

Anyway, we now have the Fareed and Kujan Family Gundam’s leaving only the Baklazan and Issue families to go (I’ve been seeing some theories floating around regarding the Issue family Gundam, so it’ll be interesting to see how accurate they are). So, to recap, there’s 8 Gundam frames in Vingolf (unless House Baklazan’s missing theirs or something) of the 26 confirmed to still be in existence at the start of Iron Blooded Orphans in P.D. 323 (though we don’t know who’s doing the confirming, so that number’s fairly loose).

So, what does this mean regarding our erstwhile Agnika Kaieru Impersonator over here?

Mcgillis Fareed stood to, and by the second season did, inherit the Gundam Murmur as part of his position in the Seven Stars. It’s not difficult to fathom why it wasn’t used in his coup - Mcgillis wishes to inherit the power of Agnika Kaieru - Bael, the symbol of Gjallarhorn. If anything, I’d wager he actively wants to reject his connection to the Fareeds not only because of his relationship with Iznario, but also because it would tie his coup to the Seven Stars. It would cheapen it to (in his mind) an internal power struggle within the echelons of Gjallarhorn, rather than the glorious revolution he wants it to be, spurred by the inheritor of Agnika Kaieru’s legacy.

Ironically, Murmur’s rejected because it’s a thing of the past - The Fareed family is shortly to cease being an active part of Gjallarhorn as Mcgillis rejects it, Iznario no longer holds any power with which to access it and it’s not a part of the world that Mcgillis wants to create. It’s part of a bygone age - a symbol of the Seven Stars system that Mcgillis aims to remove.

How very poetic.