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i've been missing RimWorld lately and i had a thought. what if i made the original ND members and just... let them loose and see what happened
#it would be absolute chaos. anarchy. like a sci-fi western version of the Sims x Conway's Game of Life. just set it up and let it run#who would become a cannibal? who would start a social fight with who? who would get eaten by a pack of man-hunting squirrels??#who would inevitably lose an arm or an eyeball or a kidney to a raider's perfect aim?#i would start with the original ND members but i could add more as the colony grows#i'd have to play fast and loose with the traits 🤔#i don't think rimworld has wheelchairs but i could give artie prosthetic legs#i just think it would be funny#max rambles#rimworld glee experiment#<- i'm preemptively making a tag
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vat7k designs in my head...
i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.
i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,
i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist
Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist
yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist
miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist
uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy
#vat7k#varian and the seven kingdoms#varian vat7k#hugo vat7k#nuru vat7k#yong vat7k#varian tangled#fanart#lizzysart
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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 3 MASHUP 4
Jade Harley (Homestuck) vs Entrapta Princess of Dryl (Netflix She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
Jade Harley is a Nuclear Physicist, Roboticist, Ectobiologist, and Cosmic Manipulator (warping space and planets)!
Entrapta Princess of Dryl is a Roboticist, Programmer and First Ones' Tech Historian/Archaeologist!
Why you should vote for each contestant:
Jade Harley:
"She's soo fun and silly and her symbol is literally an atom. she regularly irradiates steak to feed her weird dog"
"She and her nuclear powered dog creating a new universe. she's cool"
"Built a modded bass guitar that's only playable when she's in her robot form and has extra arms. Became a doggirl. She also plays the flute :)"
"i think you have enough ramblings about her already but i couldnt NOT submit her, she is so dear to me <3"
"bbg has THREE scientific specialties!! she genetically modifies plants and makes them grow beautifully high just because she can and loves science. in her alpha timeline she’s a tech mogul and creates technology that challenges the evil empress that brought earth to ruin. AND she’s a furry"
"Doggy"
"She plays a silly flute refrain. She's a furry. Literally, she's a doggirl. She's also a god and created the universe. JADE BEST GIRLIE!!!!"
Entrapta Princess of Dryl:
"She builds robots!!! She's curious and inquisitive!! She loves her robots!! She has the coolest hair and also I want to be her bestie. She's an absolute love"
"autism :)"
"Builds robots and computers for fun and companionship. Can take apart and understand almost any tech she is presented with. Autism lever set to max and I love her. Mandatory boob window in all her outfits and I've never related harder to a character."
"autistic icon, amazing inventor and app round excellent character"
"she has prehensile hair it’s literally the best thing i’ve ever seen in my life, it’s never once acknowledged by any of the characters as abnormal or explained in any way i’m literally obsessed with it. also autism queen"
"PIGTAILS!!!! autism"
"Entrapta is very bubbly and positive. She never lets anything like losing her friends or going to the bad side or getting put on a death-sentence island stop her from scientific pursuits! She actually drives a lot of the conflict in the story, as she explains the technological backstory of the world, and helps both sides be better at fighting. She loves data, doing experiments, and the scientific method. She's also in love with space. She is an autistic queen <3"
"phenomenal canon autism representation without being weird & shitty. also she’s so strange & wonderful & relatable in so so many ways. my computer is named Darla bc that’s what she named the AI for the spaceship in s5"
"She is THE science queen because she loves science so much and her love of it is INFECTIOUS. I don’t know anything about science but Entrapta makes it seem like the coolest thing in the universe. I love her"
"She ourple. I luv her"
"She's so passionate about her work. Takes through notes! Figured out how to hack her home planet!!! She's autistic as hell and I like her overalls."
"You won’t get autism like this anywhere else bestie"
"amoral mad scientist who flips between the good guys and bad guys, loves building so many inventions, ends up converting the head bad guy (for most of the series) to good through the power of love"
"She has outfitted her entire castle to be a maze, and installed electronic locks on some. Her staff seems to be mostly robots she has built herself. In good part reverse engineering or adapting ancient tech found on the planet. She's incredible at what she does and personally fixes, invents and builds a wide range of stuff from space ships to portals to a prosthetic exoskeleton to trackers to war machines. She can do it all. Autism win! Girlie has been criticised for being treated childlike or being unable to understand those around her to a ridiculous degree, but I'm honestly just glad she's not a Sheldon Cooper. Her favorite bots have personalities and therefore implied AI (but not the shitty kind), which means she's pretty fucking good at software too. She likes tiny foods."
"So very autistic about technology. Initially believes robots are way better than people, eventually makes human friends but also very much still has robot friends (I love Emily so much). Gets so excited about finding new First One's tech. Also her happy spinning around in a space suit in that one season 5 episode heals my heart every time I watch it"
"She's the planet's leading expert on ancient tech (sci-fi/fantasy universe) and develops most of the tech in the show and is very autistic about it. i love her"
"She is fun and funky. Chaotic neutral. Definitely some autism coding going on, which is very charming. She has a pet robot? It is cute"
"Bc she is ENTRAPTA!! No srsly she is such a well-written character. At times kinda morally grey but always lovable and great and she is truly amazing at what she does!! I'm pretty sure she's already been submitted but I wanted to make sure :)"
#stem sister scuffle#round 3#homestuck#homestuck jade#hs jade#jade harley#netflix she ra#she ra#she ra and the princesses of power#spop#spop entrapta#entrapta
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Want some Corprus thoughts and headcanons while I take a coffee break
Putting under a readmore since I ramble
You know how Concept Art Dagoth is doing some weird flesh manipulation with his hand and his muscles n shit are just slippin out? and the patterning on his other arm just kinda. looks like he can unravel. Maybe if he wanted to, he could drop the humanoid body and just be a funky flesh mass thing a la final boss mode 2 or something? Fun to think about, I explored it a little with my Longoth Ur stuff.
Yeah anyway, what if the Nerevarine could do that, but to a lesser degree after they seek out treatment and the more dangerous aspects are subdued, particularly if you follow the idea of them actually being Nerevar's reincarnation and having Azura on their side actively helping and not just everyone going "huh sure" and improvising?
Following the idea that Corprus is a divine disease mortals just can't handle, and it's a display of controlling it. People who aren't ~worthy~ basically turn into your standard corprusbeast, and I like to think Ascended Sleepers basically detonate into an explosion of flesh (whose screams become almost musical once more of the tentacles start replacing where their mouth was) once they hit a certain point of transformation (enlightenment!) as well. Maybe the higher on the hierarchy of who can handle it they can sort of retain a body that's more... normal looking and not teratomas to the max with your arteries deciding they want to be outside of you.
In my Nerevarine's case, most of the remaining effects are internal, with his left leg deteriorating during and after the plot of the game resulting in an eventual above the knee amputation and his internal organs are a little wonky (besides some damage he has like 2 extra kidneys, notably). I like to play with the idea that he has some flesh manipulation abilities, too, he's just not aware of them and they're more or less just subconscious, but they giving him an ability to "link into" his prosthetics, letting him to develop prosthetics like a leg from taproots that resemble a spriggan's flesh and function as if it were a normal leg, kind of like a leg transplant, and connects to his tissues. He's preferential to that one since it comes with less discomfort of more standard ones. I also think the ability gives his flesh a little more leeway in his werewolf transformations being a little less taxing on the body since he kinda just has more... stretch? and adaptability.
I also think it works against the Nerevarine, though, even once it's technically asymptomatic, even if they're aware of it and developed a whatever control they could over it... or maybe they try to ignore it. This would vary by who they are. In Wren's case, it keeps him alive when he's passively trying to die (he hates being immortal), and his left arm tends to do its own thing sometimes in the presence of other people/entities with/involved with Corprus or the Sixth House, which is a denial of his sense of autonomy--Something Wren is terrified of losing and loathes the Nerevarine prophecy for already stripping him of it in a sense.
It's a fun idea, and I think we should play with it within our own Nerevarines and if you have any Sixth House OCs, in particular, get wild, get funky, maybe they can also yoink their arm muscles out from under the skin to be tentacles, I dunno! It's your house!
#not art#morrowind#wrenposting#body horror#Also I love the early concept art of dagoth ur and describes him as old bloody and inscrutable#like fuck he sure is
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i rewatched mad max fury road, so here's a post-apocalyptic AU. more thoughts/info under the cut :P
design stuff:
nami is inspired by a mix of furiosa and her beta design where she had a prosthetic arm and an axe. she was my favorite to draw 100%
second favorite to draw was law, mostly because of the beak mask and his ribcage top.
law's tattoo is. different! from normal, and i had no reason whatsoever to do that, but you can thank this post anyway <3
i had a hard time deciding on what luffy's weapon of choice would be but i settled on a bastardization of the gauntlets in fire emblem.
luffy's little coat thing is basically ripped 1:1 from his outfit in the 3d2y movie because i just think it's cute tbh
au stuff:
i feel like this au would be able to work fairly similarly to canon, just with a desert instead of an ocean.
in the place of ships they'd just have tricked out cars/war rigs like in mad max. franky and usopp maintain the sunny still of course.
the details of the apocalypse itself are kinda irrelevant, but in my head it's probably something similar to whatever the world government pulled during the void century. either way it happened LONG before any of the current characters were born.
the warlords can pretty easily translate over, as can the emperors, into. well. warlords! except the former work with the remaining government to some extent.
the government does still exist, but they kinda don't have a lot of control over the open desert, especially far away from settlements. army enforcers still patrol around, though.
part of me wants to still call the marines 'the marines' because i think it's funny in a desert! unless i can think of a better name that's probably what i'll go with.
next up will most likely be sanji, robin, zoro + a bonus worst generation member (i'm leaning towards kid). i also want to do an ASL piece at some point. hopefully i have time to draw them all because i have SOOOO many ideas...if anyone else has thoughts or ideas of their own, PLEASE let me know in the tags/comments!! i absolutely love reading them. <3
#one piece#monkey d. luffy#trafalgar law#nami#usopp#one piece fanart#straw hat luffy#one piece au#op fanart#op luffy#op law#op nami#op usopp#post apocalypse#ahh so many tags...i have two more though i'm sorry T.T#my art!#digital art
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Masterlist
Rules
You're free to continue to ask; I did not close them
I'll be gone for a couple of days, but I intent to continue my work I have get back in hand and go through all the current list
Thank you for your ongoing encouragement
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!
Actually, I'm making a request at the bottom of the list; I apologize for not following the timetable in which I receive them, but I got inspired and did it - it was a helluva nice thing to start over
2023-12-31
Thank you for continuing to provide me with such creative ideas. I'll do what I can to soon end the current queue (Up to date)
Sole who cries in their sleep
Sole's reappearance as Nuka World's Overboss after months
Sole jerryrigging a prosthetic arm (4 companions)
Deacon try to make a joke to Curie (incorrect Fallout 4 quotes)
Sole who still sees feral ghouls as human
Sole who hums or gets watery eyes when super comfy
Sole who goes to freakish extents to keep up with their pre-war skincare/hygiene
Sole "adopting" a baby deathclaw and keeping it like a pet
Sole with a low int but max luck
Danse is dense
Sole recruiting Kellogg and/or post!quest Virgil?
Sole getting infected with FEV but not a super-mutant yet (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4)
Fem/gender neutral Sole who used to be a spy/special agent pre war
Sole romancing Kellogg
Sole lost a lot of weight (comp seeing a pre-war photo)
Sole jokingly flirts but panics when companion flirt back
Potential dialogue (situation) that’s missing from the game (part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - Bonus)
Companion walking on a nude Sole (non-sexual)
Skinny Malone orders his goons to eliminate Nick
Sole betraying the BoS to save a child synth
Sole is actually an Enclave remnant
Sole finding a former degree/award for some massive achievement
Sole with a really slow reaction time
What did the companions do to stop a Frank Horegon brought back to life by a mad scientist
Sole who has a mutation like a Big Horner's horns from FNV? (Romance -smut warning)
Sole getting surprise adopted/kidnapped by a very protective Mama
Sole having nature powers
A very touchy Sole (crushing companions react)
How companion+ Sturges + Desdemona + Kent would react to SS asking for $#% (smut warning?)
Nora being the notorious serial killer the Boston Butcher
Sosu saying "dildo of consequence rarely arrives with lube." To Mayor MacDonough
Random kisses whenever Sole feels a surge of affection
Sole becoming the mayor of Diamond City and...
Sole staring down at a nuka cola and they ask "How the fuck did bottle caps become a currency"
Sole drag the companions (as a group) to an old baseball/basketball court
Companions and Maxson (minus Strong) reacting to a pretty young sole knowing how to survive
Companions react to a sole that has become a conspiracy theorist
Companions react to a super genius SS
Companions reacting to someone reestablishing broadcast on TV
Companions confession being interrupt (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5)
Companions react to Sole negotiating an alliance between the Minutemen, the Institute, and the Railroad (Titan ask)
#masterlist#Fallout4-reacts Masterlist#fallout 4 react#fallout 4 reactions#fo4#fallout 4#fallout 4 companions#fallout#fallout companions#reactions#reaction
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Omg, I just realized something that’s not gonna add much to the narrative or if anyone has noticed it.
Here we go.
So basically in episode 12, Vash did his girlboss move of flinging himself and Nai over the ledge.
And as they’re falling, I noticed something:
To me, this reminds of the Yin Yang symbol:
Then I remember that one post where someone mentioned where Vash in episode 12 wore the colors of ‘evil’ (black and purple).
Knives wore the colors of ‘good’ (white and blue).
They’re polar opposites of one another.
And that got me thinking more in depth with their relation with Yin Yang.
Obviously everyone is familiar with two sides of the same coin. It’s the same idea with Yin Yang, they’re polar opposites but they complement each other.
As part of the Naruto fandom (*groans*, I know I know). But hear me out, lots of symbolism that is related to Naruto and Sasuke is their relation to the sun and moon respectively.
Naruto is the sun. The Yang per say, because he is bright, aggressive and masculine. His respective color is orange.
While Sasuke is the moon. The Yin, because he is with the shadows, silent and feminine. His respective color is purple.
If you read the Naruto manga, then you would see how much Kishimoto bashes your head in with their respective symbolism, it’s in the cover art, the parallelism in the panels. It even showed up as their respective symbols on their hands after the ceremony for the final battle.
Back to TriStamp.
I believe they put Knives as Yang. He is aggressive and very in your face with his conquests of taking back the Plants. He is very muscular, and it’s shown through his tight bodysuit.
Then they would put Vash as Yin. He is way less aggressive with his morals than his previous counterparts. Obviously he still has them, but he is less forthcoming. His entire character design has changed, as everyone says with his non-binary haircut.
But in certain scenes, he still has those broad shoulders and managed to lift a fucking ion cannon enough to break his prosthetic arm. So, my babygirl is still fucking strong, hmph.
It’s even mentioned that the director of TriStamp has said Vash is both the female and male lead.
Same thing with Sasuke, some Studio Perriot staff has stated that he is the heroine of the story.
Obviously Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship heavily implies they’re in love with each other and soulmate coded to the max.
(Ha, get it? Trigun MAXimum??)
(. . ., I’ll see myself out).
But they did a different relationship of Yin Yang:
Twins.
Knives wanted desperately Vash to be the ‘perfect’ version that he envisioned. Taking away Vash’s bodily autonomy.
Vash just wanted to have ‘love and peace’ in the world. He didn’t want to fight Knvies, but he would defend his loved ones.
Until during episode 12, when he was ready to go in guns blazing to take down Knives.
With the color palette of black and purple against Knives’s white and blue.
Purple is the combination of red and blue. Vash’s red jacket and part of Knives’s color palette.
But also in the end, when Vash wanted to shoot that cube up in the sky.
He still wanted to save his brother, even though Knives was rejecting it by reaching to the absolute power of the cube and what it would bring him and Plant kind.
An Icarus-esque trope per say.
But yeah, anyways, this was just a jumble of thoughts I had to immediately write this down.
#trigun#trigun stampede#TriStamp#vash the stampede#million knives#trigun analysis#honestly was rewatching the scene both of them were falling and saw that symbol on the side of the building#and my brain immediately went yin and Yang#and then started thinking how the twins are correlated with it#and that made me think of their color palette#Knives is very bright and contrasted against Vash’s dark color palette#so smth with the sun and moon in some capacity#and made me think of Naruto with its sun and moon imagery in SNS#and this came out#probably doesn’t mean much to the idea but if it made you think of smth else#I’m glad it did smth lol#and the Icarus trope from Knives also came out when I was typing this#because I think of the desperation of Knives trying to get the cube#the one possible answer for his actions#but in the end he got burned#real bad
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kinda a repost, but more a continuation of this post. this will contain spoilers for the game sea of stars, so im sticking it under read more.
So my sea of stars oc, El'orena--
a guilty pleasure, but it is a canon x oc dynamic with slight canon divergency without affecting the plot. In a polycule w. Aephorul and Resh'an, with it being uhhhh obviously complicated w. Aephorul lol. She's also an alchemist who worked with Aephorul and Resh'an, and also drank the elixir of life.
like i imagine her have like been born on a summer solstice and can use sun magic, however she didn't ascend, in the uh, right way per se
bc she also took the elixir of life, she went and studied the stars, the planets and life. where her magic warped into something not quite like solar magic but also more than that
due to ger immortality and magic, shes often (incorrectly) hailed as the mother of stars
it was bc of her own spat with aephorul that she and resh'an realized the dwellers are weak to solar magic during eclipses
she can control life and space, like resh'an can control time, and aephorul can control flesh and bone
so like resh'an, she cant directly involve with aephorul either, so she rushes to worlds he has not reached to prepare them should he arrive
she helped with establishing mooncradle, and training the very first solstice warriors in mooncradle with resh'an's help as the great eagle
she misses aephorul dearly, just like resh'an. but she also knows he's lost to her, and she clings to resh'an, visiting him often as he too can lose himself to time
they still very much love aephorul, but also can not bear to see the devastation aephorul creates and wish maybe one day they'll have the aephorul they love back and not the fleshmancer he is today, albeit futility
her arms are golden prosthetics, actually made by aephorul for her before he became the fleshmancer.
so she would be the "player" or rather the being that visited the archivist at the start of the game, the one that Resh'an would begin to tell the story of Zale, Valere and Garl.
i imagine her as a healer main, high magic attack and defence, and high health but low def and attack. her basic attack does arcane damage
her kills are maybe arcane/sharp damage attack to delay enemy turn
like an arcane attack that is multihit and the more successive hits, the more damage is done along w. heals self a percentage of the damage
dunno combos, but maybe ultimate heals bith hp and mp?? like its mot an attack at all just a healing move
shes really upbeat, and loved to tease ppl
i think she also joins the party w. resh'an, though loses her headpiece because its a bit "impractical" for the journey
she deffo drags resh'an back to the party when he tries to bail, mostly bc it was really lonely w.o him there during my playthroughs lol
she doesn't bathe during her hot spring scene, and instead sits on the bench reading. her scene raises the party's max mag. atk
she does leave the party like resh'an during the final battle w. Elysan'darëlle, BUT stays during the true ending route in the final battle w. resh'an.
but yea that's ;;;;;; kinda all i have at this point lol
#stormethecat#thx for taking interest!#kurpo rambles#sorry it took 3000 yrs#my phone broke and had to get a new one#i mostly am on the tunglr mobile app instead of pc#just out of habit#sea of stars#sea of stars oc#shes not rly a self insert btw#im alway a bit awkward in making self inserts#so i prefer just standalone ocs#pls feel free to ask any questions about her!#<3
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(Backtracking to day 13, general warnings for like injury, infection, horrific care of it, cannibalism, me having not watched the relevant source material so I'm coming at this from a 'QSMP backstory' not a 'FI slight AU' angle (I'm told in FI canon Pac doesn't loose his leg, which is what I mean by slight AU). But if that's all good with you, enjoy! ... And, poor Mike.)
Human mouths are, it turns out, filthy. Despite their best efforts it takes a day for infection to become apparent, and another two because Pac is near entirely lost to fever and delirium.
It took another five hours before Mike accepts that they need, if not help, then at least more equipment than he has to hand, two thirds of the way home from jail.
They can't go to a hospital. Hospitals will ask questions like "why are there human teeth marks" and "why didn't you call an ambulance" and "why do you look like and have the names of the wanted criminals escaped from a max security prison all over the news". Which leaves... Well, it leaves them here.
Pac, delirious and barely conscious, lying on the kitchen table of a back alley doctor. Mike, with a bone saw and a needle, because fresh out of prison all they can afford is to borrow somewhere mostly clean and some tools, not actual expertise.
It's fine, it's fine, Mike's done this before.
Sort of.
Not really.
... To a corpse.
(He had to learn anatomy /somehow/.)
The quack, in his generosity, or perhaps not wanting to deal with a corpse, did leave them already measured anesthetic, antibiotics, and gave Mike a run down of what he needed to do. His sister and assistant is a little more gracious, or maybe a little sweet on them, or maybe a little too into the gore, because she is willing to provide an extra pair of hands and a little expertise to keep the surgery going smoothly.
She asks him if he's ready. Mike swallows, and nods, and holds Pac's hand as they put him to sleep.
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Hours later, Pac is still out. The quack and his sister took everything the two owned and, once the bleeding was definitely stopped and Pac full of antibiotics, tossed both of them to the street.
Mike found them shelter under some old awnings, and keeps them safe for the night. He curled Pac into his lap, keeping the bandages from the filthy floor, and his friend's head against his chest. He can only pray the infection had not spread into Pac's blood, and that no new one sees fit to set in.
Their base of operations is, thankfully, uncomprimised, or at least it was last Mike knew. If they can get to the river, and then a boat upstream... It's a fair distance, but Mike can row that far. If it means saving Pac, he will.
Not tonight, though, not right now; all around them thunder roars, and rain splashes up and off the ground.
They can't wait as long as morning, though - Pac needs a bed, somewhere warm, and Mike only stole enough bandages to last until tomorrow.
In his arms Pac stirs, and Mike hushes him back to sleep as best he can. He manages it, but Pac is crying in his sleep.
Painkillers, right, the quack didn't sell them painkillers. Not Mike's forte - Pac's always been better with the chemistry set - but they have some back home.
What else back home... Their tools, their gadgets, their machinery - it will be months before Pac can use it, if he even survives, but Mike is already thinking through thoughts of prosthetics and wheelchairs and any changes that need made. They can't get hospital ones for much the same reason Mike /had to cut off his own friend's leg/, but maybe that's better, a custom one, suited to their adventures and exploits. Maybe Pac loosing the leg is better, when the bite had already taken too much for the muscles to ever recover.
(What is he thinking? Of course Pac will survive, Pac has to survive, and of course this isn't better, huddled under an awning in a thunderstorm and just trying to last the night.)
In thoughts of numbers and schematics and artificial limbs Mike drifts, never quiet sleeping, always there.
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Pac wakes thrice on their way upriver, passing out from the pain each time. The third time Mike, exhausted, fails to notice quickly enough - instead of giving his friend water he's met with screaming and thrashing, and ripped stitches. For a few terrifying moments the blood starts cascading once again, until Mike can swallow down the fear and pin the flesh together again.
He won't be able to a third time. There's no good places to shove the needle left.
Somehow, they make it. Mike drags Pac onto the shore, and cuts the stolen boat loose. Then he picks him up, over the shoulders because any other way leaves them both unsteady, and gets him inside.
Bed first, then painkillers - at least he remembers how to work an IV. Mike barely even thinks as he forces painkillers, antibiotics, fluids into Pac's veins, frowning at how cold he feels.
Once he's sure he will be okay left alone for a moment, Mike runs to turn the heating on. It has always been a bit finicky, and time away has only made it worse.
Eventually he gets it going, abandons the basement to the heater and drags himself back upstairs.
Maybe, maybe, he can lock up and pass out on the couch for twenty minutes... Surely if he managed the night and the boat trip Pac will last twenty minutes?
The scream implies no.
Adrenaline gives Mike the strength to get back to Pac, brandishing the wrench he had still been holding like an actual weapon. What he finds is no intruder, but Pac awake, but distant, feverish and screaming and panicking.
Mike drops the wrench, and grabs his hands instead.
"Pac!" he almost yells, as though saying anything will help. "Calm down!"
Something of Pac must be less delirious than Mike thought, as the tears stutter for a moment. When they come back quieter Pac all but flings himself at Mike, mumbling his name again, and again, and again.
Mike pulls Pac closer, holding him tight for as long as he dares.
When he pulls away Pac whines, the noise growing more distressed as Mike settles him back onto the pillow.
"I need to get your bandages," Mike as good as scolds him. "It's going to get even worse if I don't."
"Mike," Pac manages to whine. "Mike... It hurts."
"Well you did get eaten," Mike snaps back. He tries not to, he really does, but its been so long since he slept...
From Pac's panicked glances around the room, it was entirely the wrong thing to say.
"He's not here," Mike says. "We left him. Bandages."
He doesn't stop talking there, though, instead he talks Pac through what he's doing - half to comfort, half to remind himself what he's doing. Take off the bandages, clean the wound, apply dressings, ignore the confused giggling from Pac, rewrap the severed leg, tuck the blankets back up and around, try to leave and have his sleeve caught instead.
It's fine.
Mike didn't really want to leave anyway.
"Fine," with a sigh he doesn't quite mean he climbs up on the bed, taking Pac's less injured side. It's against medical advice, but they only have the one and, well, what of the last few days /hasn't/ been against medical advice?
Pac shoves his face into Mike's neck, and Mike catches him.
Sweaty, feverish, still very, very sick...
Mike knows there is more he should do before he rests, but it's been so long since he slept...
He'll work it out when he wakes up. This close, if anything goes wrong, he hopes he'll wake up to it too.
"Goodnight Pac," he manages.
He chooses to believe that the mumbled response is 'goodnight Mike' in response, and he chooses to believe that they will get through this, too.
#qsmp fanfic#qsmp tazercraft#major character injury#I'm pretty sure only like 2 good choices are made in this fic#but there also weren't any better ones to make#sucks to be them
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A Helping Hand - Part 22
[start here] || Part 21 || Part 22 || Part 23
[silco x f!reader] [2.5k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [sfw rated M] [tween jinx] [hints of gun-related ptsd]
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Previously: Besides, you’ve got nearly four hours to figure out how to get the ‘report’ back to Silco.
—
Scratch that, you have one hour.
More like 49 minutes.
Luckily, the wake-up call that has you scrambling to determine that information may also be the answer to your problem— once she stops giving you that half-lidded gaze that screams ‘Really? You’re an idiot.’
“The morning was rough,” you mutter, neck heating with embarrassment over being found completely unguarded and unconscious.
“So you decided to be a sitting duck for a while?” Sevika’s eyes roll. “Honestly, not even trapping the doors…”
“Trapping the— you trap your doors?” Sure, you learned how, ages ago, but rarely do so. More likely to trip one than set one, in the last few years.
“I can trap doors!” Jinx answers instead, bouncing into view as you slip off your perch, your name bubbling over and over again on her lips. The excitement is nice, but you had definitely been appreciating the peace and quiet— that doesn’t look to be returning any time soon, with the kid around. “Wanna see how? I can show you how.”
Actually... “You know what, I could use a refresher,” you admit— then turn a wheedling expression on Sevika, who immediately looks suspicious. “And while we’re doing that… Sevika can go take a message to Silco?” The suggestion is a request. One you’re hoping she’ll take.
The look you get says everything. Oh no you don’t and don’t go dragging me into this, and it’s a sentiment you fully empathize with. But you also have the advantage of enjoying the charge Sevika can’t stand.
“Jinx and I can hang out here,” you offer, brows pulled together even as you avoid pleading. A flatly joking— “I’m well-rested” —draws her lips into a reluctant smirk.
“What’s the message?” It’s not a yes, and you’re well aware of that, but she’s gradually migrating to your side of the argument.
You pull out the note from your belt. “Check-in. The five o’clock stuff. I have to get it to him by then.”
Sevika’s eyes drift between the folded paper and your face, wary as you raise brows. She holds out fingers, her flicked gaze questioning, and you hand it over. It’s not private. Unfolding it, she frowns. “This is six words.”
“Yeah,” you agree. “Seems like a load of bullshit to me, too, but he’s the boss.”
Jinx, apparently bored by your talk, taps fingers against the barrel you’d been sitting on, then starts to climb.
Spotting Sevika’s eyes cutting toward the girl, you take the opportunity to act first.
“Hey Jinx, hop down for a sec?”
When she complies, you shoot a look at Sevika. Come on. She listens to me, I can keep an eye on her for the amount of time this will take.
Sevika seems to be reconsidering her position. But then Jinx gets close, knocks her shoulder into your arm, hands closing around your prosthetic sleeve, and it takes far more effort than you expect to not immediately wrap your arms around her. Focus. Concentrate.
“Forty minutes.” It’s a plea, even if you try not to sound like it. “The Drop and back, it’s gotta be forty minutes— an hour, max. Jinx can help me out with the trap thing. We can hang out.” AKA she’ll be out of your hair.
There’s a moment of silence as Sevika’s lips purse, and you are hyper aware of not letting your fingers twitch, not giving a single tell as to how badly you want to indulge in this new bad habit of feeling close to Jinx.
“…Yeah, fine. This once.”
“Yes!” Jinx expresses your gratitude for you, popping up on tiptoes and rocking back and forth as she keeps clinging to your numb arm.
All you manage is a crooked grin. “Thank you Sevika,” your impish singsong is quiet, not wanting to set a bad example for the kid (or no worse than Sevika already is).
“Oh fuck off,” she rolls her eyes, turning her back and giving a two fingered gesture with the folded note pinched between, that feels like the equivalent of flicking you off. Almost to the door, she adds, “Cover your exits. And I’m telling Wren to send someone over.”
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You weren’t lying about having Jinx brush up your trapping skills. It gives the two of you something to do, that allows you to use the hand to some degree without being horribly taxing. The kid apparently carries plenty of random bits and bobs on her, and salvages plenty from the junk left in the warehouse as well, even if you’d initially thought the place thoroughly scavenged already.
The two of you are working on an alarm for the back exit, but Jinx’s eyes keep straying to the empty barrel you’d been (unintentionally) napping on, and up to the twisted broken metal that was once a stairway.
“…Bet there’s really good stuff up there,” she hedges, shooting you a sidelong glance. If she’s trying to be subtle, it’s not working, not with the way those big blue eyes get so round. Puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t think I can get up there without a ladder.” And neither can you, kid.
“But if you stand on the barrel, you can boost me.” She says it so quickly, she’s obviously been thinking of it for a while.
You let out a low breath. “Silco is already pissed; if you get hurt he’ll kill me.”
“I’ll lie and say I did it without you knowing. While you were busy.”
Like it’s just that simple. Lips pressed thin, you shoot her a skeptical look, shaking your head.
Jinx frowns, mouth stubborn. “I’ll do it anyway.”
Ah. Right. She’s basically a teenager. Telling her no isn’t as foolproof as you might hope. “Jinx, I like you way too much to let you go risking your neck for scrap.”
Her pout is interrupted by a sudden sunny grin. “I like you too! Which is why you should help me!”
What with one thing and another - your weak-ass spine, mostly, more than her (valid, but also somehow incredibly flawed) arguments - you find yourself braced against the wall and the heavy barrel, Jinx’s shoe cradled in your hands on your thigh as you boost her up to the second floor.
Yeah, it’s probably a bad idea. But she proved she can climb well, breaking into Silco’s office, and— she’s a kid. She’d definitely try to do it without your permission, and without you spotting, and at least this way you can give her a literal leg up on avoiding a nasty fall and/or injuries from the broken stairs.
“Ooh!” She immediately sounds delighted, and you just as quickly realize the downside of this plan is that you aren’t up there to supervise, and for all you know there’s even more dangerous stuff up there than a broken staircase.
“Uh— wait, Jinx—”
“It’s fine!” Far too flippant.
Oh gods. You know that tone.
You’ve been relegated to… an adult.
How mortifying.
Quickly, you rack your brain for some way to rein in the girl you’re supposed to be keeping out of trouble. The only solution seems to be to keep her talking; at least then you’ll hear if the little monkey tries to stick anything in her mouth.
“What’s up there?”
“It’s cool!” she calls back, even as her voice gets farther away and you quietly hope ‘cool’ doesn’t mean ‘full of explosive remnants’ (which, seeing as it’s Jinx, it very well could). “Buncha random shit!”
She’s quiet for a second, and you chide yourself for any rash thoughts you had about her sticking dangerous things in her mouth (she’s not a toddler, after all), but then—
“Old food cans and everything-”
“Don’t eat anything.”
“It’s sealed! You want one?”
You cover your eyes with your good hand, pressing fingers into your temples. Gods punishing you for your hubris, right here. ‘It’ll be fine,’ you thought, ‘can’t get into that much trouble,’ you thought. Now she’s gonna die of fuckin’ food poisoning.
At the sound of cans clattering against one another, you make a snap decision. “Bring them down here, we can do dinner.”
If she’s gonna try to eat suspicious tinned goods, best do it on the same level as you so you can slap the spoon out of her hand.
You’re saved the ordeal of an endless parade of unpalatable canned goods when Jinx comes to the edge and promptly loses hold of one of the stack of cans cradled in the bottom of her shirt. When it falls to your floor, the can dents. The second to fall outright splits at a seam, sending some suspect gravy across the warehouse floor. Face turning pink, Jinx agrees to leave the majority of the tins up top after that.
Pointing to the dents and claiming a risk of botulism saves you from whatever lurks inside the fallen cans. The last one - undamaged - opens to reveal what is probably fruit, but could be a vegetable, or maybe even some kind of fish, it’s incredibly hard to determine.
Both you and Jinx stare down into the opened can.
“…I’ll be honest, kid. This looks a little fucked up.”
It’s definitely a sign in your favor that Jinx is hesitating on any attempt to either dig out her spoon or dig in with her fingers.
“I think I’d prefer something fresh from an actual kitchen,” you state, trying to tempt her around to your thinking. “Better yet, a street vendor— the good shit, like Maggie’s or Jericho’s.”
Her big blue eyes glance up to you as you mentioned your old favorite stalls in the lanes. Something flickers over her face, and you think you spot surprise and hurt as well as a sort of grimace before she looks down, shoulders curling in on themselves slightly. You said something wrong but you’re not sure what. Whatever you did, she’s quieted, and not in a relaxed way. She gives off a vibe of uneasiness, almost dread.
You should try to comfort her, but your first instinct is still to keep the potential biohazard out of her reach. But— two birds with one stone.
“Wanna see something cool?”
—
The possibility of having to eat whatever the fuck is in that can disappears in an instant as your bullet cracks the air and pierces straight through the tin.
Jinx’s presence (and enthusiasm) helps temper the way your heart lurched at the sound.
Knocked over, spilling contents onto the warehouse floor, your next shot goes straight through the bottom of the can, bits of concrete and dust spraying where it hits the ground. The next shot hits the can next to it. Then the third already-dented can.
The kid’s whooping covers the too-hard pulse in your ears, the way your hand shakes. You can do this. It’s just anxiety. You should be used to conquering that by now.
A moment later your name is called from the entrance, and that’s all that saves Wren from both the trapped door and your own bullet. Luckily, years of practice and discipline has you aiming at the little ringing alarm box instead of her head, prosthetic thumb switching on the safety just in time before you pull the trigger.
There’s a fraction of a second where you’re not sure you successfully switched it, terrified that you may be shooting towards an ally, but apparently even without feeling it your muscle memory knows gun safety. The alarm keeps sounding, and Wren stays standing, and your nervous trigger finger is - thankfully - useless.
“Fuck Wren, don’t scare me like that.” Your voice comes out tight, shrill, throat choked as you swallow hard and try to calm your breathing, finger off the trigger as soon as you fully registered who it was.
It’s good to know your instincts are strong enough to both aim for an inanimate target instead of her, and to stop yourself before taking the shot, but good gods that was jarring.
Wren doesn’t seem to recognize just how close she came to death. “We have a firing range at the gym, you know. Downstairs,” she informs you, voice wry.
I almost killed you. “I’m not—” Your jaw snaps shut as you censor yourself. You are ready. You have to be ready. But— “I don’t want to be training with other people right now, while I’m figuring things out again.” I don’t want to hear any gunshots that aren’t mine. That fact worries you.
Jinx scampers across the warehouse to the door, turning off the little alarm on the trap, and greeting Wren grudgingly. You have to wonder what makes the kid so standoffish, but as soon as the older woman starts admonishing her for skipping out on training sessions, you don’t need to wonder anymore.
Jinx’s firm scowl clears a bit as Wren’s words falter and her attention turns back to you. “If you’re going to be shooting, it should be in a controlled environment. You and the girl both should have ear protection, too.”
Holstering your weapon, you wave a hand dismissively. “Yeah, I know. I’ll figure something out.”
The trainer’s gaze takes you in, then your targets, and finally the barrel still poised below the broken stairway. “Figure out what’s up there?”
Eyes flick to Jinx, spotting her mouth beginning to open, and you quickly interrupt. “Nope. Not yet. Gonna find a good ladder to use.”
Her mouth forms a little ‘o’ shape behind Wren’s back, and she nods once in understanding.
…You’re teaching the kid bad habits. Great. Really an excellent role model.
“Seems like a hassle,” Wren shakes her head, still looking up at the hidden second floor. “Pretty sure it was all old storage. Just-in-case stuff, y’know, that got moved out once the shimmer changed house. Emergency clothes, weapons— …canned food.”
The look she levels on you is openly suspicious, but you keep your face clear.
After a moment of scrutiny, she lets out a breath, apparently unwilling to argue the point. “Done shooting for the day?”
You take the offered out.
By the time Sevika gets back from her errand-that-you-refuse-to-call-an-errand, you and Jinx have already made a plan: clear out a space up top for a shooting gallery. Paintballs only for a bit, whenever you have company. After that scare with Wren, you’re still rattled. And the idea of accidentally shooting any of your people, let alone the kid, makes you queasy.
Sevika’s mood is dark, watching Jinx show you how to arm up a gas trap (without gas, luckily, so it’s more a theoretical demonstration). Her words are unrelated, though, directed at you: “He’s not happy.”
Grim satisfaction pools in your chest, a thin blade of a smile on your lips. “Tough.”
Jinx snickers, but Sevika only raises her brows, giving you a flat look. “Sure hope you have a backup plan once that hand comes off.”
For a second your spite falters. Would he—
But no. If he was that pissed, you would’ve gotten the worst of it yesterday. You may be poking the dragon, but it’s not with the expectation of angering him enough to force his hand.
At least, not like that.
The idea occurs to you that it is his hands you want. The hands he insists don’t want to touch you. That’s the hand you want to force, the liar. He initiated everything. He’s the one using your weakness against you.
And maybe, with the right buttons pushed, he’ll be forced to admit that.
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[next part]
[This is a short one, pretty relaxed, with a hefty helping of Jinx cause we love tween Jinx. ❤️ But after this… 👀 Next chapter is one of my faves. And so is 24. And so is 25. And so is 26. Hope you all enjoy what’s to come. (: (And yes, the idea for the shooting gallery is entirely inspired by @insult-2-injury ‘s silvy fic Taking the Shot.)
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UnderWelcomed
PART ELEVEN
Mentions of blood
Slight, non-descriptive injury…
Fainting
Panic Attack (hemophobia)
Papyrus POV:
…ughhh….
What is that…?
It sounds like…
CRYING!
I sit up suddenly and turn to my side. Sans has tears brimming from his eye sockets. He’s shaking… “Brother, Are Y-You Okay? I gently try to shake him awake… It doesn’t work… I think I remember him being a heavy sleeper… “Sans! Please wake up.” I pick him up and hug him. He doesn’t wake up… He’s making a sort of strangling noise. He’s trying to get away from me. Mumbling something about being a ‘dirty brother killer’. I don’t believe I’ve killed anyone’s brother. “Sans! Wake up!” It’s hard to get loud. Makes my scar sting… He finally opens his eyes, slowly. With a whine of lethargy he finally comes to. “…papyrus…?” He asks slowly. “Are You Alright, Brother?” He wipes his eye-sockets with a very confused expression. “yeah… guess i had a bad dream again… heh…” He seams disheartened, well, more than usual… “sorry, didn’t mean to ‘rattle your bones’” “That Was Awful…” “your smilin’” “I Am And I Hate It.” Maybe a bit too swiftly I scoop him into a big hug. After a few seconds he returns it, though his prosthetic arm painfully scrapes the burn mark on my shoulder. I don’t say a word. I don’t want to upset him… His mental state is fragile enough. It really didn’t hurt that much. “Sans?” Instead of a response all I get is a quiet snore. I don’t remember much, but this feels very familiar… I’d like to think we were always close. Maybe, with enough optimism, I’ll remember everything… Maybe…
Undyne’s POV:
PAPYRUS IS ALREADY AWAKE?!
It’s currently FIVE in the morning and PAPYRUS IS CLEANING THE BASE! Nobody even told him to! “Hey, Papyrus!” I smile at him, then laugh when he drops the broom he was holding and jumps up startled. “O-Oh, Hi, Undyne!” He tries to smile (rather painfully) and brushes himself off like he didn’t just float like a cartoon character. “What Are You Doing, Nerd?” “Just Cleaning, It’s Going Pretty Well!” He picks back up his broom to finish sweeping the room. It DOES look a lot better now. Though, I want to hang out with him… “PAPYRUS!” He jumps ( not as much as last time) “I’m Joining You, We’re Going To Have A Competition! Who ever Cleans The Most In The Least Amount Of Time Wins!” He looks at me and nods excitedly. “Let’s Do It!” We both count down from three and begin cleaning faster than ever before! He’s more meticulous than fast. THIS’LL BE AND EASY WIN! I EASILY Wipe down counters with max speed. Sprint around while I gather trash. I even sweep THE CEILING! He’s probably still trying to remove mud tracks from the entrance HA! I walk into the room where we sleep to see Papyrus silently and carefully cleaning. Seeing him so quiet is kind of weird. I… I’ll… leave him be… He can have the room, I’m winning anyway! I’m almost finis- “OW!” A piece of metal cut my hand while I was running by…! “Undyne, Are You Okay?!” Papyrus says, louder than he’s been in a while, as he rushes in. “HA! Yeah Just A Small Scratch.” I look down at my hand to see a drop of crimson. I hiss slightly… “Oooh That’s Going To Need A Bandage…” At the sight of blood Papyrus’ body wavers. “Are You Alright, Paps?” He looks pale for a skeleton. Tears brim at his eyes… What’s going on?!
Papyrus POV:
She’s bleeding, I feel sick. My head hurts. She’s bleeding, I feel sick. There’s blood! No, NO, Nope, n-no, NOT ok,…!
stop!
Stop!
STOP!
I can’t breathe! ! !
It hurts!
I don’t like this, I feel sick! PLEASE STOP!
HELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP
No! Stop! Please! Blood?!
SIR, PLEASE!
No more, please! No more!
I don’t like this!
I feel sick
It hurts
I CAN’T MOVE
I can’t
I CAN’T!!
!
I ca-
Undyne’s POV: I watch as his breath quickens, tears falling to the floor… He’s shaking… Murmuring under his breath. Papyrus sways for a moment. He falls… “PAPYRUS?!” I catch him before he crumples to the floor… “Hey, Papyrus?…” I lower my voice… “It’s okay, Paps, it’s just a small cut…” He doesn’t respond… I feel awful… It’s not my fault, but still… My best friend just FAINTED!! “Come on, Papyrus… Wake Up!… Please?…” I pick him up a bring him to a hammock… Please… Wake up…
Maybe I should tell Sans…
Sans’ POV:
…!
whaa…?
-ans! Wake Up! Pap… Ainted!”
“…what…?”
“PAPYRUS JUST FAINTED!!”
“…!”
“what happened?!”
“I-… He… Well… I Got A Scratch And When He Saw Blood…He Just… Yeah…!”
He passed out when he saw blood… I don’t remember him doing the before… Just another thing humans did to my bro, huh… I getting pretty sick of that…
“i’m gonna check on him…”
Undyne looks uncomfortable and guilty. Huh… Guess I can’t blame her… Anything happening to Papyrus makes us feel guilty… Especially when we were the last ones around… (and you slept as he was taken…) As soon as I go to the hammock Undyne put him down on I notice to things…
1. When was the bunker ever this clean
2. Where is Papyrus?!
“ hey, pap, you over here?” I find myself looking up at the 6’1 skeleton cleaning as if nothing was wrong.
“Hello, Brother, Is Undyne Alright?” “yeah, are you?” “I Think, I Just… Felt A Bit Worried… It Made My Soul Hurt…” “that scary huh? … need a hug paps?” “…Yeah”
Papyrus has always been the best at hugs
Chapter 12 soon…
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So I've made a few Humanized!Bionicle posts and now that I've had a while to let it simmer, I think I've got an idea of how a Human-ish Bionicle AU would look, in my eyes, at least
Starting off, the composition for everyone is they are usually at least 60% organic to 40% mechanical, so stuff like they all have stuff like skin, hair, blood, teeth, fingernails, and vital organs, but their bones and inner framework is purely mechanical. If an arm breaks, it has to be repaired to prevent infection or further damage. If a limb is damaged to the point it can't be repaired, then that person will need to get a prosthetic. They need to eat food and drink water, but it's all used a energy to keep them going. They also still need to sleep
Matoran are the same size as averge heighted people, so they can be between 4 to 6 feet tall on average. Toa, on the other hand, can be 7 or 8 feet tall
On the topic of Toa, it is harder to tell who is actually a Toa in this AU because Toa are basically Magical Girls in this AU: they use Toa stones to transform and armor themselves. The Toa stones can be hidden as pieces of jewelry or even as things like tattoos, but are relatively easy to carry around, which is a good thing because they are a NECESSITY for Toa to live their day-to-day lives; if a Toa is too far from his or her Toa Stone(i.e. a distance of 3 or 5 meters max) they will be significantly weakened before ultimately collapsing as they are dead
The reason they "die" when they're too far away from their Toa Stone is not because their soul is in the stone. Instead, all of their energy is tied to the stone itself, and the further away they are from it, the weaker they will become. Toa Stones are indestructible, but the Toa themselves can still be injured and killed in battle
The city of Metru Nui is more or less either a domed off area where all the Matoran live or is still in the GSR, except everyone is more humanoid than mechanical. In my head, it's the former, but it can be the latter
Masks in this AU look more like facial markings or either face masks that cover your mouth and nose or really masquerade masks that cover the upper half of your face, a quarter of the upper half of your face, or an entire side of your face. Facial markings are seen as a sign of having abundant resources or knowledge, but is not frowned upon. Masks can be customized, but it's highly advised that carving into a mask should be avoided as it can lead to a person becoming weak
Some masks can appear as helmets, but the most common case is with the Toa, who have helmet-masks to hide their identities. Their voices become modulated in these masks for the same reason
Phones don't exist in this AU, so long distance communication comes in the form of notes and letters
The lore stays the same for the most part. The most that changes is the fact that the Toa Metru have normal lives outside of their Toa-ing. Toa in the past have revealed their identities to the Matoran, and it went fine. They just wound up dead thanks to the Makuta Teridax
The Makuta themselves are still vapor and need a vessel tonget around. In physical vessels, no matter how close they get, there's ALWAYS an uncanny valley feeling look to them, like looking at them triggers a sort of, "There's something wrong," feeling and it's clear that what they're looking at is a threat even if they don't know why(yet)
Turaga come to be similarly in the canon lore. The only difference is that their own Toa stone draws from THEM, as in when a new Toa Stone is "activated," the power in the original is depleted to the point it needs to draw strength from its Toa, which means said Toa will lose their strength and have their power depleted in turn. There's a minimal amount of energy left in the original stone afterward, but not enough for a transformation. The Toa are also weakened, their body diminishing, their hair going gray, and their strength decreasing VERY significantly
There aren't cars, not really, but there are places like stores, arcades, and more modern stuff like that. Still a barter system too; if you want a tool of some kind, you either need to trade it with another tool or some other good
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having seen the nimona movie I am already hankering for a fic where…
(spoilers, including spoilers for some of the movie's big changes, below the cut)
…somebody AU's the timeframe between Ambrosius taking Ballister's arm and the resolution so instead of being resolved relatively quickly* they end up with an era of being exes/nemeses** as per their comics counterparts***
this is not to throw shade at the changes made in the movie, as I enjoyed its versions of them immensely in their own right. I just think it would be a) entertaining as a concept and b) interesting to explore how the exes era would play out similarly/differently based on their changed circumstances and the way the movie versions differ from their counterparts
*the movie isn't super clear on the timeframe but based on my one watch I would say the timeline between the arm incident and everything being resolved is a couple of months to a year max, it's been long enough that Ballister is 'still' on the loose and has had time to heal and get his prosthetic (though we don't know if the tech in their universe would make that recovery quicker than irl) but it's still fairly fresh
** http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=327
***maybe nimona doesn't show up until much later or maybe they just don't find the evidence / it takes much longer for everything to get pushed to the tipping point
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Nucifera - ch. 1
Billy hargrove x reader series
Summary: Billy survives the mind flayer, so he wakes up from a month-long coma later. How would things go down, how would people feel if he’s alive, would they be disappointed… how would (Y/N) feel…
Chapters: ch. 2, ch. 3, ch. 4
a/n: hello everyone, how everyone vibing and chilling, I finished season 4 on strangers things on July 1 and I 🥲, Eddie is so 💞💕, but then billy came back on one episode, I felt like I been hit by a brick wall of hearts 🥺, so I’m making a series of Billy and I hope u like it, in seasons wise from stranger things, it would be talking about a bit of season 2, a lot of 3 and maybe a bit of 4 but not really. Also psst, each gif 👆 symbolize what gonna happen in each chapter, so each chapter has a gif, of basically a hint what your reading, I think it’s cool and funny how peeps text me like bro my heart 😭, I love my angst so I hope u enjoy.
Warnings: gore, slight ptsd, cursing, slurs, vomiting, anxiety, hyperventilating, and Neil.
Word count: 5540
Billy’s POV
Eyes felt heavy to open up, everything feels heavy in general.
“Ugh…”
Tried to open my eyes but got blinded from bright white lights, “nghhh” my eyes got discomfort, and some tears started to prick out, but they never fell, ‘fuck..’ just seeing all the lights in this bright ass room is giving me a migraine, he wanted to close his eyes again, but he have to see where the hell he’s at.
Billy moved his strained eyes around, he looked to his right and saw max.
“Max…” his voice was so low, it was barely a whisper at this point, ‘fuck it even hurts to talk’, he looked down a little and saw her cuddled up around my arm, her head close to my hand and her left hand coincided with my right hand, ‘why… I thought you hated my guts…’ then the sudden realization came to him.
‘Wait… if your here-‘
Billy quickly moved his eyes to the left, and saw no one was there, his panicking loosened, and went back to his normal breathing, ‘fuck I’m glad Neil- fuck…’ his breathing was slightly hard to breathe air, he feels his right lung but, why not his left, what’s this uncomfortable sensation that was on his left, but there’s this other itchy feeling in his abdomen, it feels so light, was his abdomen always this light, Billy’s eyes looked down slowly, and saw lots of tubes.
“Tubes?” His voice felt so dry
His breathing felt uneven, from the amount of small tubes he saw, two was for blood flow, but the machines were filled with blood, it was terrifying to look at, next to those machines, was a huge machine, and that had more tubes then the fucking blood machines, ‘why the hell- th- the hell- is there 8 tubes in my abdomen!’ He didn’t want to panic, ‘but- fuck- Fuck- FUCK’.
He tried to get up the slightest from the panic, to see what was wrong and that was a terrible decision, he saw his stomach, but it wasn’t- it was prosthetic stomach, prosthetic skin around his chest, but it was see-through, he saw a bit of heart, and…
His abdomen… oh fuck… his right side had gaping hole, the size of a cantaloupe, it didn’t went threw him, but just shook the hell out of him
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH”
Max instantly woke up from Billy’s scream, she looked at Billy with worrying eyes, “Billy-“ she tried reassure him but, he smack her hand away out of sheer panic, “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENIN-“ he felt a strain on his left lung, “hnngg” he tried to breathe as much air as he can, but can’t, “I- *breaths in* I CAN'T- *gasping for air* I- I CANT BREathe-“, Max was slamming her hand on the emergency button for help, but Billy looked like he was about to faint
He tried to breathe more oxygen in his mouth, but his eyes were blurring out, seeing black dots forming his vision, until a couple doctors ran in, but why couldn’t he hear them coming in was his ears muffling in and out, Billy tried to see max’s worried eyes again but… “max-…”
Billy fell into conscientious…
—-
Billy woke up again but he couldn’t see anything
‘Why is everything so dark, I can’t see shit’
“Fuck there’s so much blood…..”
‘Steve?’ ‘Why the hell-‘
“Keep- keep putting pressure his abdomen-“
“(Y/N)! I’m trying my best ok!”
‘(Y/N)??, why is- wait’
It’s like he was hit by the mind flayer all over again, that burning sensation, running through his veins all over again, remembering the mall, helping Eleven and her friends, getting hit by the mind flayer… but (Y/N) was never there, so…
*soft sobbing* “everything- going to be ok, everything going to be ok…” she put her shaking hands on his abdomen.
She sounded like a broken record, repeating and repeating. Billy wanted to say something, anything to reassure her, say sweet nothings and tell her everything will be fine. But he can’t, ‘why can’t i talk damn it!’
Billy could feel her hands pressure on his abdomen, but why only now he’s feeling the agony in his abdomen, it feels like he’s burning from the inside out.
“Nnngh fuck-“ ‘fuck am I crying, what a fucking wimp I am’ ‘wait now I’m speaking?!’
“B please hold your breath…” “Yeah don’t talk dude, your sister will kill me…” Steve shakily laughed
Billy wanted to laughed but all that came out was a cough of blood, Billy moved his head to the left, so he wouldn’t spit his disgusting fluids on to someone’s face, his vision is starting to clear up, he move his head back, ‘so I’m laying on Steve’s lap, where’s (Y/N)…’
Billy tilt his head a little, but felt lightheaded, “(Y/N)…” “Billy please-“ “(Y/N) where-“ the aching from his abdomen is getting worse, “ugggghhhhh… fuck-“ *cough* *cough* *wheeze* “B!” She put more pressure on his abdomen, “UGGHHHHH- STOP-“ *sobbing* “STOP- Stop please- stop….” “sorry- sorry sorry”. She was panicking even more now, and she loosened her pressure a little.
Billy found where she's at, she was on the left side of the car, his right leg around her side and his left leg was laying off her right leg, ‘no prez, I’m the one; that should be sorry, I’m the burden that no one gives a hell about William Hargrove, no wonder no one cares everyone only care of Billy and only Billy! Hell even (Y/N) only calls him B…’
“Prez…”
“B-“
“What- mmgh- What happened between us…”
“B what you-“
“Where… have you been…”
“B… I been… I can’t say”
‘Why can’t you, I thought we were close…’
“Why….” ‘Hell I feel like I’m gonna throw up’
“B please save the talking for later…”
“But….” ‘Fuck I’m seeing dots’
“HEY don’t fall asleep bill!” Steve smack his hand on Billy’s face softly
“Mmmmh… put i feel so tired…” my eyes feel droopy
*sobbing* from Max
‘Max?? How many fucking people are in this car’
“Everything hurts…”
“B please-“
“HEY ASSHOLE WAke—“
BIlly—“
‘I can’t see anything or hear anything- it’s so dark- why can’t I move!’
‘Why can’t I speak…’
‘It so dark…’
————
Billy was waking up but his eyes felt heavy, he was about to groan with discomfort from how hot he felt, but he heard (Y/n).
“How’s everything going Miss doc. Cheaco?”
‘(Y/n)?…’
“Sigh… want the good news or the bad news?”
“I hate when doctors say these” Max said
Cheaco looked displeased at Max but looked back at (Y/n) with a sad look. “What’s the good news” “the good news is he can go home in a couple hours, but he needs all the help he needs to get his breathing better…” “Was that last part the bad news?” “No, the bad news is that he has a prosthetic left lung; that’s why he needs to be better looked at, he has a prosthetic stomach; so eating might be difficult and maybe some knowing when to eat, he used to have prosthetic clear skin but we Stitch his skin with new skin from a donation; don't worry it won’t look like a pigmentation, he lost some weight because of his coma… also… he can’t smoke cigarettes anymore, because he almost had heart disease or lung cancer…” the doc was trailing off but she continued, “finally” she sighed through her nose, “he had a insanely abnormal hole in his right side, located at his abdomen, we mostly put are donated organs there, because there was so much missing… care to explain what happened there?” “Um… I heard he was driving at abnormal speeds and…” “he crashed” “yes” *pff* “idiot” ‘bitch’, “excuse me, no one wanted to hear such horrible wording doc”
“Pfft, ow…”
Everyone looked at Billy
“What?” His voice was strained
“Billy!” Max instantly hugged Billy’s arm, she instantly changed her mood, “Billy you scared the hell out of me!” She gave little small punches to his arm but it did no harm, “Billy!” (Y/n) hugged him gently, her head was on his left shoulder. And her arms were around his waist comfortably.
Billy thought ‘what’s happening…’ he looked to his left and saw (Y/n), also the doc but she simply walked out and closed the door, he look back at (Y/n), she’s much older then the last time they saw each other, ‘last time I saw you was in middle school, you were prez… and you were always there for me until… you moved, and I was alone again… with a abusive, homophobic, sexist, fuck up of a father…’ Billy then looked at Max, Max gave a small smile and wave, but with little strength he had, he tugged her sweater a little, “I’m sorry Maxine” his voice was so low and lips shaken, “I’m sorry… Maxine I’m sorry for being a horrible brother-“ he got cut off by a hug from Max; “shut up” she sobbing, “I know what you've been doing pissed me off, but- hic- you were just protecting me from your father- hic-…” Billy started tearing up, “Max-“ “stupid- stupid- hic- I already knew…” he moved his arms slowly so he could hug back.
Everything felt calm and silent from all the warmth… and the comfort… but-
“Mr. Hargrove you need to calm down-“
“CALM DOWN; SHUT THE HELL UP; BITCH”
Max started up, so did (Y/n), but Billy; he was straight up terrified, but his expression was pissed off. “Shot!” Max Said “I’ll try-“
“(Y/n), Don’t” Billy said sternly but his voice sounded so horsed. He tried to stand up but (Y/n) softly pushed him back down, “Billy! Your hurt badly, he’ll-“ billy slowly got up again, but hell, breathing was difficult, everytime he breathe, he had this tightness in his left lung, making the right lung take to much air which hurts, he slouches, and gasped for some air, but then he slowed his breathing, and made small breaths and that helped, “(Y/n)-“
“Mr. Hargrove-“ the poor nurse didn’t even finished her sentence
“FUCK OFF, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!”
When Neil got up to the door he banged it
“Mr-“
“Neil! Please let’s think this through-“
SLAP
“SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH!”
Max heard her mother whimpering, she stood up, but Billy grabbed her wrist, *gasp… cough* “Max, listen-“ “my mother is out there!” “Neil will knock you the hell out!” Max stopped “but-“ “No- hhnng- get behind me now!” Max looked back at the door.
BANG
She quickly ran back and sat behind him
“FINE, ILL OPENED THIS DOOR THEN!!!”
HARD BANG
“Billy-“
“(Y/n), listen to me please”
HARD BANG
“But-“
“ITS- hnnnggg it’s for your safety!”
“B!”
DOOR BREAKS
Neil walks in and sees everyone. But instantly looked at Billy
“You look like shit-“
“SHUT. YOUR. MOUTH!” (Y/n) said.
Billy’s expression changed In amount of seconds. Too worried.
“(Y/n)-“
Neil walked up to (Y/n) and-
“Who do you think you are!”
PUNCH
Neil socked her in the cheek. (Y/n) lost her balance and cried her eyes out and scream, she was shaking, pleading for help, so Billy did, right when Neil was about punch her again, Billy stood up, his lungs was burning, but he didn’t care he wanted to protect (Y/n), and his sister Max. He hold his father’s arm up, so he wouldn’t punch (Y/n), but his hold was wobbly and shaky, “wow, you became a real faggot, boy.” Neil saw he still had his nasal cannula still in Billy’s nostrils, Neil roughly pulled it out, “mmggh!” It made Billy panic, so he tried to push his father back, but Neil barely moved, “see; just as weak as your pathetic mother.”
“SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOU-“ *cough* Billy felt blood coming out his mouth but he didn’t give two shits what happened to his body, he just wanted to protect the girls.
Max slowly tap the emergency button, but Neil heard it, “YOU LITTLE BITCH-“ ‘nows my chance’
Billy spit blood in Neil’s eye, when Neil looked at Max.
“AAAAAARGGGHHH”
Billy socked the hell out of his father. Neil got knocked out in consciousness pretty quickly, it felt so fast, Billy’s hand felt numb, that took a lot out of Billy, he laid his elbow on the wall and put all his weight on it, he’s wheezing and gasping for air. “You… ladies… ok-“ *about to puke* “B! Here I got you-! (Y/n) stood up with her wobbly legs, but as soon as she got close to him, Billy pukes… out of blood…
Billy starts freaking out, tearing up, shaking lips, “wha-“ “WILLIAM!”
From too much shock he collapsed in (Y/n)‘s arms, doctors and police finally rushed in, they see lots of blood and the girls were sobbing, the doctors got ready for Billy again, and the police restrained Neil.
———-
At this point waking up felt like a chore, Billy blank a couple of times, to readjust his eyes, it was so silent in his room, all you can hear is birds chirping. He look around, as annoying as it is, he just wanted to leave this damn hospital, the dryness in his throat explains how long he been sleeping, the pain in his lung is long gone, so that’s good, it’s a good sign for him to go home, well your home, Billy just want to go to a home, anywhere but here, just what happened with Neil, and how… fuck… poor (Y/n) and max, fuck even Susan got hurt, no wonder everyone in his school gave him disgust and loathing look, all he was a plague, hurting everyone he see’s and touches…
Billy tried to move up normally, but how can he forget, a tightness happen in his right lung, from to much air, so he’s having a struggle to breathe out normally, it’s ether a fast small gasp of air then try to breathe the rest out, or just breathing out but has a pinch midway, goes the same with breathing in, at this point he’s wondering how he’s even alive, now looking at himself again, he’s surprised he wearing just a plain white shirt with some sweatpants, ‘well when Neil was here either, I guess I was supposed to go either but now, it’s noon, he feels a little skinnier then he used to, his muscles are gone, ‘all that work gone huh’ “damn”, ‘fucking muscles, fucking weight, fuck everything…’ a frustrated groan came out of billy, he looked to his right and saw max and (y/n) passed out on the other bed, Billy looked up where (Y/n)’s cheek, luckily it wasn’t Purple, it was just a light pinkness on her cheek, he sighed with relief, but so much has happened, can anything else be worse than this.
Door creak
He looked up with disappointment, because he hope he didn’t just jinx it, a nurse came out of the door, he had some papers in his clipboard, and a pen on his other hand, “hi Hargrove”, Billy just gave him a nod for just acknowledgment, the nurse nodded back and continued, “so I just wanted to tell you that… sigh… your going to be Maxine’s future parental guardian.”
“What?!?!”
“I knew you were going to say that…”
Billy looked back at max, then back at the nurse, with shock
“I just told you the news, at the start we were going to check if she had any other family members, but her grandmother and uncle had lost contact. Your father; Neil hargrove, is in prison, so he won’t hurt anyone anymore, he has life in prison, and Maxine’s mother… Susan hargrove is in a comatose state, but when she wakes up…”
“What happens when she wakes up, why couldn’t Susan take her own daughter with her-“
“Because when Susan wakes up she’s brain dead.”
“How-“
“When you were knocked out and the doctors and police rush in your room, Neil woke up pretty quick, he got up and rush out, trying to leave the scene, Susan was a the end of the hall, because what happened either, when she saw him rushing out in a panic, she was hesitant to walk up to and reassure him, so when he got close to her they had an argument, and that argument went to Susan slapped him, but then-“
“She got beaten.”
“Yes…”
Billy lowered his head
“She comatose and brain dead, so there’s no one else to take her as her guardian, except you; your eighteen now, so your legally can adopt or do legal adult components and shush, I know this is a lot to take in, but you can always say no and she would go to a foster famil-“
“No, no, I’ll be her guardian, let me sign it”
The nurse handed him the clipboard, “I’ll be down the hall if you need any help.”
Billy sighed when the nurse walked out. It was like walking on glass, thoughts by thoughts were hitting him like 100 miles per hour, ‘adulthood, Maxine, being alone, why’s (Y/n) back, moving in, fuck Hawkins.’ His hands were buried in his dirty blonde locks, *sigh* “ok, ok, I can do this, bill- um- William hargrove, got this…” he whispered to himself, he stared at the clipboard a little more than he thought, just seeing ‘Maxine’ and ‘will you sign this contract to be her guardian’ makes his heart throb, “why is this so hard!” He whispered angery, he look to his right and saw Max curled up next to (Y/n), they were both sleeping soundly, *sigh…* He looked back at the clipboard.
He took a deep breath and breathed out.
Then he signed it.
Then he called the nurse and handed the clipboard to him.
The nurse left again and told him he can leave when he's ready.
When there was silence in the room again…
‘What am I gonna do mom, what am I even gonna do after all this…’
——- time skip ——-
When the hospital was done with other paperwork of Billy, he was free to walk out, but oh boy it was a sucker to even get up because of stupid fucking breathing, after he got proper clothes on, which was just better sweatpants, then the stupid hospital one’s, and a black jacket on; but when he tried to get up, it was like it he was being stab with like with 20 needles, he would gasp and hold his breath because it hurts like hell, Max was waiting by the door, and (Y/n) was trying to help Billy, but oh boy he was stubborn as hell.
“Let me help”
“No, I’m fine”
“B, come on, let me-“
“No, I got it-“
“Ok”
“Your being a real Smartass prez”
“No but your being a real dumbass”
Billy opens his mouth but then close it, because he knows damn well, (Y/n) can just see through all his sentences. He huffed then tried to get up again, but immediately had a coughing fit in an amount of seconds. He sits down again frustrated. But then (Y/n) put her hands out for a helping hand, and Billy just sighs and finally grabs her hands with his own.
“Whenever you're ready.”
Billy just gives a small nod. And was hesitant at first but then suddenly got up, when he got up fully, he leaned on (Y/n).
“B you did it! B?”
Billy’s body was pressed against (Y/n), he was breathing heavily, but stopped midway sometimes. His body was shaking a little. “B?” She tries to look at him, “stop-“ *cough* “sorry…” (Y/n) said, she let him pressed against her for a few more seconds, ‘he’s much lighter than before’ she thought when she was holding him a little, so he won’t lose his fall, “you feel lighter than before…” “yeah, no shit prez…” *breathes out* “I used to weigh 169 pounds, now I weigh- mgh- 135 pounds…” ‘poor billy…’ “I hate being underweight…” “well you know I’m here to help you out, u know…” Billy just nodded. When he got his breathing controlled, he leaned up slowly and breathed out, “ok prez, lead the way~” “har har BB” she slowly let him go, but Billy put a hand on her shoulder for support, she didn’t question it, because she saw how a little panic on him, so she started walking and so did Billy but Billy started breathing pretty heavily pretty quickly, so she slowed her pace, and that seem to help.
They got to the elevator and max hit the button and the door closed and Max looked back at her step brother, “you look like shit”, Billy leaning his back on the elevator, trying to fix his dumb breathing problem, “shut- ngh- your mouth…” as he breathes out, “guys come on, we’re almost out of this hospital, just think about going home k” the door opens “doesn’t explain why my mother is comatose though.” And she walked out, (Y/n) was about to speak up but, “come on, let’s just go…” Billy said, “ok...”
(Y/n) offered a hand, but Billy declined and mouthed ‘I think I got the hang of it’ and (Y/n) looked at him like ‘uh uh’ she walked slowly out and Billy got off the wall and slowly followed, Max already walked out to the car, and (Y/n) was waiting on Billy to finish the stupid sign out papers from the front desk. He finished and they both walked out.
When Billy got out he blinked his eyes a little to fix the strain from his irises, when his eyes fixated, and started following (Y/n), he noticed how short you still are, yeah, you got taller from middle school, but still it’s been years since you guys last saw each other, and he’s still a small bit taller then, like maybe 3 or 4 inches taller, but still. When you both got to your car, it was an ocean blue 1973 Pontiac Astre, isn’t a bad car, but it isn't as badass as my Camaro.
“Nice- hng- car”
“Thanks, also if it’s hard for you to talk you don’t have to talk so much.”
“No, it's fine. It’s just that my right lung gets too much air sometimes so it hurts to breathe correctly.”
“Ok, just be careful ya know” she said with a kind smile.
Billy felt a slight throb in his heart, it was like a tingling feeling, he had this distinct thought, but he brushed it off; he nodded slightly and slowly walked around to the passenger seat.
—— time skip (dusk) ——
The ride to (Y/n)’s house was long and silent, seeing all the forest trees pass by was so smoothing; it just makes your eyes feel droopy.
“Billy?” Max said. Well there's goes that relaxation out the window. “What’s up?” “Sorry about either, about my mother…”, “no, I’m sorry-“ “Billy, don’t even sweat it, you're fine, it’s your jackass of a father anyway, so you're vibing!” “Have you always been this chill?” “…”, “what?! You know what, just forget about it, but I am sorry, what happened to your- hnnng- to your mother… I’m sorry for Susan…” Max was silent for a bit, “wait-! Where would I go after all this, would I go to foster parents-“, “you’ll be living with me.”
“Wait, Max would be living with you?” (Y/n) said
“Yes, I signed the adoption papers, and if my father gonna be a fuck head about it, he’ll won’t win, I’ll promise you that.”
Max gives a small smile as for acknowledgment
“B, how are you feeling by the way?” (Y/n) said.
“Like shit”
*sigh*
“Pff- ow- i need a smoke…” Billy tried to grab a box of cigarettes from his pocket, but Instantly regretted that there was none in his pocket, “(Y/n), do you-“ “no” “I didn’t even finish- nnggh- finish my sentence!” Max started to snicker a little, “no, because your doctor said not to smoke!” “FUCK MY- *coughing* fuck my doctor, I can do whatever I want with my body.” “So you want cancer.” “…” “that’s what I thought.” “Then what the hell am I supposed to do, when im anxious or dealing with fucking trauma!” “B, how about try something similar to cigarettes but they’re not smoke related or for fuck sakes not weed.” “What like a fucking lollipop, buttercup~”
(Y/n) looked at Billy with disappointment in her eyes and said “yes.”
Max at this point was cracking up in the back seat, “you can’t be serious (Y/n).” “You know at this point, it would be a yes, I was was half assing it but now, yes Billy a lollipop would help.”, she looked at Billy with the utmost confidence smug on her face, Billy looked unpleased by (Y/n)’s smuggest stupid grin, “wait actually I think I can help you with your problem!” She reached over the glove compartment and got a red cherry lollipop, “wait. How fucking long has that been in there.” (Y/n) look at Billy with the ‘really’ face. “It’s candy, it can't expire.” “Shut up.” Billy snatched the lollipop and aggressively pulled the rapping off and put the sucker in.
It was sweet, like any other lollipop. Of course they would be sweet, but apparently it is calming him down, it has to be the stick, it reminds him kinda of a cigarette, but without the smoke or the sweetness, “how’s the pop?” “It helps apparently…” “good! Well great! I’m glad to hear.”
It was quiet in the car again, all you can hear cars passing by or cars stopping and going, it was quite smoothing, even when Billy was zoning out and hearing the girls talk in the background, it helped mellowed his mind from everything, ‘being abused, being possessed, the mind flayer, going to a dumb hospital, having a fight at the hospital, news of Max’s mother being fucking brain dead, adoption papers, fucking chest and body pains.’ Billy just slouches even more in his car seat. Just thinking about it makes him feel nauseous, so much has happened in an amount of hours. ‘Fuck Hawkins, fuck Hawkins, FUCK HAWKINS.’ He gave a heavy sigh, and looked to his right, and saw a sign saying leaving Hawkins, then another sign after that saying welcome to Southern California.
“HEY- ow- where are we going!”
“Shoot… I forgot to tell you. Everyone is moving away from Hawkins because of the incidents that were happening...”
“Wait then what about all my stuff back in Hawkins, and most importantly what about my Camaro!”
“We got most of the important stuff in your room, also some of your other stuff in your room was trashed, oh and your Camaro it’s fine, it’s at the house already.”
Billy just opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then closed it, and just nodded, the rest of the ride was smoothing again, but that didn’t bother anyone.
—— time skip (night) ——
When the car finally parked, that smoothing calmness just disappeared, this anxious feeling consumed Billy. He actually wanted the car ride to be longer, but I guess time just being a dick all over again. Max got out of the car, then (Y/n) also stepped out of the car, Billy just felt stiff, like he was on death’s bed if he step out of this darn car, just chewing on the darn stick of the sucker didn’t even help, ‘I need another-‘ Billy heard light tapping on the window, and looked to his right, and (Y/n) was standing there with a concern gentle face, she mouthed “are you ok”, Billy just nodded no, so she open the door, “what’s wrong?” “What would your parents think of me?” “Billy, are you seriously asking the question, you're fine.” “But what if-“ “dude, chill out your fine.” Billy just stared at her, while chewing his pop stick harder then you suppose to normally do it, (Y/n) saw how anxious he looked and gave him a smoothing rub at his back, “I promise, my parents are nothing like your father, your safe B, no one’s gonna hurt you, I promise.” “Ok… also do you have another pop?” “Oh, yeah! I do, here. It was in my bag, I forgot I had one in there.”
This lollipop was orange this time, he grabbed it and peeled the wrapping off, and put it in his mouth, he instantly relaxed again, it made (Y/n) giggled, “hmm?” “Oh, sorry I just think it’s cute how you relax so easily to those.” Billy felt this throbbing feeling again, ‘cute???’ He felt his face slightly more hot for some random reason, “I’m not cute, I’m badass, get it right.” “Uh huh, sure you are.” She walked off after that, and Billy slowly got out of the car, closed the door and followed her inside.
The house seems cozy, and a lot warmer than outside, he looked back from the door and saw the the night sky it was quiet outside, all you can hear are the Crickets, he closed the door so the cold air won’t come in, he look back at everyone and felt small, but it instantly vanished, “Billy sweetheart your ok!” (Y/n)’s mother walked up to him and Hugged him. He missed this feeling, being held by a loving mother, well being hugged too, Billy hugged back, “Billy honey, you're so skinny, come I just made dinner.” She let go and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen, (Y/n) snickered a little, by seeing Billy’s face, Billy felt hungry but didn’t at the same time, because of his stomach.
Everyone sat down on the table, max sat next to (Y/n)’s mother and (Y/n) sat next next to Billy, and Billy sat next to (Y/n)’s mother, (Y/n)’s father was at the end of the table and also (Y/n)’s mother sat at the other end of the table.
Billy looked at his food, it has a large steak, with mashed potatoes with gravy, with a side of white rice with garlic salt with lemon on it, it looked delicious, but his stomach didn’t feel hungry, but he feels pain in his stomach region, so he eats the rice first and damn it exquisite, it’s soft texture felt just right his mouth, so he took a little more seconds before swallowing, everything around Billy felt calming again, (Y/n) was talking to her mother and Max was talking to (Y/n)’s father, why this calmness felt so weird to him, feeling this niceness just felt off to him, maybe his life was getting better, “Billy?”, “hmm?!” Billy looked at (Y/n)’s father, “Billy, I have trust in you to share a room with my daughter?” “Share a room?” “Well you can’t sleep on the couch because all your belongings are in the living room, boxes and boxes full of your stuff.” Billy look to his right and saw 20 to probably 25 boxes full with his stuff, Billy looked back, and nodded, “I won’t harm her; Mr. (Y/L/N), you have my word.”
“Hmm, someone became a gentleman over the past couple of years.”
Billy had a small chuckle, and everyone continued eating.
—— time skip ——
When everyone finished eating; everyone went to there rooms, except for (Y/n) she was in the shower, Billy was in her room, her bed was quite soft for a queen size bed, he was already in his pajamas, well shorts and a white tank top, it was kinda slippy because these were his clothes, *sigh* ‘fucking comatose’.
“Hey”
“Sup, where am I going to sleep?”
“My bed.”
“Your bed~”
“Not like that.”
“Ok, prez~”
“Billy-“
“Ok, ok, ok”
Billy started to slowly move to the end of the bed, and laid down, and tried to focus his breathing, it was easier to breathe; when laying down.
(Y/n) finished up everything and laid at the end of the bed, Billy looked at her confused.
“Why-“
“What, you think I’m gonna just lay on the hard floor and you get to sleep in my soft luxury bed all by yourself; no”
Billy just felt dumbfounded by what you said but just brushed it off and just closed his eyes, but…
“Billy?”
“Hmm”
“Sorry i left in middle school”
“…”
“I moved because of money, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when the abuse was happening…”
*breathes out* “you're fine, sweetheart, don’t worry about-“
She sits up, “no I’m serious I’m sorry; I’m sorry I left you, and that I wasn’t there for you, that I didn’t even give you a call to check up on you, to check if you're ok…”
“…”
Billy moved his arm a little, giving her signals that he needs that comfort, so she did, she laid down next to him, and hugged him gently; “I promise, I’ll help you anyway I can…”
“Ok… prez…”
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✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️ From @vincentmatthews
♡Name
Vanessa Ito
♡Nicknames
Van, V
♡Age
27
♡Pronouns
She/Her
♡Sexuality
Bisexual
♡Hair Color and style
Her natural hair is black but she’s constantly changing it. Currently, it’s a teal/green long bob with blunt bangs.
♡Eye Color
Naturally dark brown almost black but like her hair, Van tends to change it up pretty often. For the past year or so they’ve been white cyber eyes with pink rims.
♡Height
a whopping 5′1″/152cm
♡Body Type
Slender
♡Personality
Van is the type of person who loves to be the centre of attention. She has a big personality and is able to make friends with just about anyone, though those relationships are usually fleeting and in the moment. She is bright, bubbly, and loves to laugh, most of which is a defence mechanism to keep people at arm's length.
♡Tattoos
No tattoos
♡Piercings
She has her nose and ears pierced.
♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect.
A brightly coloured prosthetic arm which she lost as a child.
♡Hobbies
Singing, dancing, writing music, partying.
♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc}
In her early twenties, Van worked as a dancer on Jig-Jig street in order to support herself while trying to make it big in the rocker scene. Now that she's got a little more street cred, she's stopped working as a dancer and is making music full-time.
♡Do they smoke?
Most definitely. Not like a chimney but she goes through a couple a day.
♡Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice?
Can probably drinks too much. Her poison of choice is whatever she can charm out of someone.
♡What do they usually wear on a normal day?
A normal day is going to be some tight shorts or comfortable pants, a sturdy pair of boots, a fun-coloured crop top and some sort of bomber jacket or vest, also in a bright, fun colour. She almost always shows a lot of skin, gotta show off that fashionware.
♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}
Probably something sleek and all-black with a nice pop of added colour in a coat. She always has to have some sort of colour on her.
♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}
Van is the kind of person who wants to be able to walk by someone and leave them going "whoa, what smells so good?". She changes it up a lot but she usually smells jasmine, orange blossom, and sandalwood mixed together is the usual for her.
♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.
Van sways her hips and definitely has a bounce to her step unless she's got places to be. Then her walk is straightforward and determined.
♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?
Night owl, for sure. She's a night life babe.
♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?
Bubbly
♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?
I'm not sure if she has one
♡Favorite Season
Summer
♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}
Sunshine
♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?
Kind of. Van and Judy definitenly have something going on, it's just hard to let herself get close to someone again after losing Jackie.
♡Main Ship/Pairings
Judy
♡Side Pairings
A lil Van/River. Van/Takemura
♡How do they show affection to their loved one?
Van is definitely the kind of person who affectionately picks on the people she's closest with. For love languages, she definitely shows hers in acts of service.
♡How do they sit in a chair?
Like a goddamn goblin. Any which way- sideways, cross legged, upside down. She's constantly moving around.
♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}
Perfectly still and straight, hands in her lap, feet together.
♡What do they wear to bed?
Most nights Van is falling into bed and passing out so it really just depends. If she's alone she might strip down to her underwear or throw some pajamas on but sometimes she passes out in whatever she was wearing for the day.
♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}
Fetal position, curled into a safe little ball.
♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc}
Van can sleep basically everywhere. When she's somewhere new, if she isn't absolutely wasted, she's a light sleeper due to paranoia.
♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}
Growing up in Night City has made her pretty accustomed to the sound of it. Sleeping without the sound of the city is difficult for her.
♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?
El Coyote Cojo has been the main spot since meeting Jackie. The Welles' are the closet thing Van's ever had to a family.
♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}
When Van is nervous her legs tend to bounce. If she's sitting, one will bounce incessantly and if she's standing, she'll bounce on the balls of her feet.
♡What is their "tell" for lying?
When she's lying, Van will start fidgeting with her jewelry.
♡What is their favorite color?
She loves then all but her favourite is pink and teal.
♡Favorite flower/plant
Cherry Blossoms.
♡Favorite sweet of choice
Pretty much all of them. She's a big sweets person.
♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them
Van isn't a big animal person as she can barely take care of herself but since finding Nibbles, she's decided that she is, in fact, an animal person. Is Judy the one who feeds him most of the time? Yes.
♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?
Van would love to go to Tokyo one day. About the only thing she knows about her family is that her father was born there and she would like to see where she came from. Maybe even find some relatives along the way.
♡What is their favorite comfort meal?
Van spent the first portion of her life only eating kibble as it was the only thing she could afford. The first time she ever ate anything but she was in her teens and it was noodles from a small shop just off Jig-Jig street. She still goes there all the time.
♡Do they have a food they hate?
K i b b l e
♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?
Probably soda. Any flavour, any time.
♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?
Get as famous as she can before she ends up dying. Live the best life she can for the next six months. Maybe figure out how to not die.
♡What's a song that "fits" them?
Daisy by Ashnikko
♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them
Van was originally a Cyberpunk Red character I never ended up playing.
During her time as a dancer on Jig-Jig street, she had a cybersnake installed in her throat for extra protection.
Losing Jackie was the first time Van allowed herself to grieve since her parents died. If soulmates exist, she's convinced that he'd be hers, whether that was simply platonic or something more, she'll never know now.
She used to really look up to Johnny Silverhand but now that he's like a disease in her head, she's over it.
Van's never been away from the pacific coast and she's barely been outside of Night City.
♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}
Here's the bullet points
Both of Van's parents worked for Arasaka when she was young.
They lived in a nice corpo apartment provided by the company.
Her father was Sota Ito.
Her mother was Yui Ito.
Her brother is Soichi Ito.
She was born Momoko Ito.
When Van was 3 her parents were killed by the very company they worked for, resulting in her life being torn to shreds.
Her brother Soichi, who was only 13 at the time, took it upon himself to take care of them.
He changed their names out of fear Arasaka might come for the two of them, too. Van only has memories of being called Vanessa.
He got odd jobs for cash where he could, mostly running various things for gangs.
As she got older, Van did the same thing. Running the streets of Night City with a small group of other kids like her.
When she was 15 her brother revealed to her that he got a good corpo job.
Shortly after he told her about the job, she found out it was for Arasaka.
The two had an explosive fight which resulted in nasty accusations and hurt feelings. Over the years since they've tried to reconnect but as Soichi continues up the ranks and Arasaka, Van can't find it in herself to forgive him.
After finding out about her brothers job, Van took to music like any brooding teen would.
Johnny Silverhand being her favourite artist as both his music and his attempt to take Arasaka down were inspiring to her.
She worked her butt off to get better, writing songs, learning to play instruments.
To sustain herself but still have the freedom to do shows at whatever seedy bar would take her, Van started dancing at various bars on Jig-Jig street.
♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share
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Hope you enjoyed this and feel free to attach any images/aesthetics that represents them💕
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Hello again! How have you been? I finally maxed out Vace's friendship (not going for romance) and I got so many thoughts about him T.T Like, how much of his character was shaped by his father's abuse or the environment of the Heliopause he grew up in? How come no adult on the Heliopause didn't notice any signs of abuse? How did he lose his arm? What is up with his hair?! Is it brown dyed blonde? Blonde and for some reason he bleached it? The heck is up with his mother?!… Uh, so... thoughts?
I think he and rex have matching hair gene mods from their parents. There is NOTHING to suggest this in any way, but I think it would be funny.
Or perhaps they got it done as kids and besties, and now they're stuck with it. Permanent hair mods seem common, eg Tangent has them from the time she's a small child.
As far as his arm, I still think it was missing congenitally, or had to be removed in infancy. I have no justification for this either! I just think it's an interesting character idea. Like, he mentions he was smaller than the other kids and only Rex hung out with him.
On a military fascist ship, being disabled would easily explain that isolation. It would likely also explain an early failure to perform as well as other recruits early in training.
Plus, with kids, their prostheses have to be replaced so often as they grow, they tend to be of inferior quality just because they literally cannot be perfectly fitted.
So, it makes sense to me that he might not get a military grade prosthetic until he completed basic military training shortly before arrival at the wormhole.
Which adds a poignant sort of echo to Vace's decision to specifically break Rex's left arm (the same one Vace is missing).
That said, I'm also intrigued by the idea that Vace lost his arm to his father in some way.
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