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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months

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Hello! I hope youre doing well and you're having a good day! I had quite a request but I'm not sure if you write stuff like that, What do you think of Joshua Graham with a male courier?

Considering Joshua is a mormon (We don't exacly know how christianity looks like in the wasteland or if its even simular to how it works now.) you whould Imagine he whould be more reserved(?) about it, or maybe even be somewhat against it. But then as strict as the legion was with homosexuality they still allowed it as long as the men in the relationship had children otherwise they whould be punished.

I'm interested what's your opinion on the matter or if you have any headcanons for it, whould Joshua be somewhat ashamed and maybe even slightly hide his relationship from people back in New Caanan (If he even returns there? Not sure) or whould he simply not care and maybe even base it slightly on his legion views that he claims he abandoned even if you can see in his actions in game that well he hasn't.

So sorry this ask is so long and I'm not too good at speaking english since it's not my first language, I'm always just really curious on this subject since everyone has a diffrent opinion on it!

Joshua Graham With A M!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » slight homophobia? ➼ Genre » Romantic ➼ A/N » This was so fun to write! Thank you for requesting it!

He definitely has some hesitance toward it. He was one of the ones who helped invent the anti-homosexuality rule in the Legion and still has a strong inner feeling of it being culturally wrong, although, he can't deny what he feels toward you.

It'll take him some time to warm up the idea. You'll notice that he goes off on his own a lot more than he usually would. It's mainly just so he can think as he walks around Zion, wanting to be alone in these moments of self-reflection.

Joshua is angry that he doesn't know how to feel about the matter. He wants to go against everything Ceasar used to preach about, but he's not sure how his family and the other natives would take it. Does God find it just? Would any of his loved ones agree with it? Does he even agree with it?

It won't take long before he makes his way straight to Daniel, with questions he never thought he'd have to ask.

Daniel would be a bit more forthcoming with his opinion, telling him that "the Lord only takes issue with those who harm his land and people".

He'd be a lot more private about your relationship than he would've been if you were a female. He doesn't mean for it to be rude, he's still just not entirely sure how he's religiously supposed to feel about the entire thing. No one in New Canan has ever explored the idea, so he's got no role model to follow in terms of what's expected of him in a situation like this.

One of his biggest qualms is deciding who does what. Joshua has always had the idea of a traditional marriage, but what's he supposed to do with a husband? Do you both provide? Or does one of you play the role of the "wife"? It's one of the things he'll want to work out with you as you both move forward.

Communication is big with him. He genuinely does want to try and make this work, but sometimes it feels like he's just stumbling in the dark. If you have any advice for him on how to feel less awkward around you romantically, please tell him, he wants to show he cares about you, but he can't if you don't tell him how.

Although he might not show very much PDA, you'll notice him being way more affectionate behind closed doors. Holding his hands over yours as you pray, rubbing circles into your shoulders, and even leaving small kisses over the palms of your hands. He tries not to do anything that would undermine you being a man, but he also desperately wants to show that he cares.

Religion will always play a big role in his life, nothing about that will ever change. Being new to this type of relationship, he wants to know more about your thoughts on Mormonism or how the two of you can better understand one another. Honesty is huge with him, just be upfront and tell him what you're looking for.

There'll be times when he refers to you as his 'friend' instead of his 'boyfriend', but it's mainly due to him still getting used to being open about your relationship. It scares him to think others might look down on him because of who he loves, and he doesn't want people to think any less of him than they might already.

He also might be a little pushier with you being a part of his religion, wanting you to get baptized as soon as possible if you're not already.

His heart races a lot when he and you are alone together. He always remembers the Legion and what they'd do to him if they ever found out. It makes your entire affair feel more exciting. Being with you makes him feel rebellious, a foreign feeling that he'll only accept for this particular situation.

If you both manage to make it to see your one-year anniversary, he'll carve a wooden cross out for you to wear as a necklace. (again, a little pushy with his religion, but he means well).

He ends up going to Daniel a lot for direction throughout the whole ordeal. He's constantly checking in to make sure God would be accepting of what he's doing, and Daniel's always there to reassure and talk him through it.

Out of a hatred for the Legion, and want to change, he'd be willing to try the relationship out and hope that God will lead him down his intended path. He prays for guidance in figuring out what is right for him and his future.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #courier 6 #fnv joshua #joshua fnv #fnv joshua graham #joshua graham fnv #joshua graham #joshua graham headcanons #joshua graham x courier 6 #joshua graham x courier six #m!reader #male!reader #male reader #fnv headcanons #fallout new vegas headcanons

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yeehawknight · 1 year

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My angel ❤️

Portrait-ish turned study, turned curse.

I'm not satisfied to the point of enthusiasm about I'm happy regardless since I went out of my comfort zone and I definitely understood a thing or two about painting, lighting and smiles (damned that smile, so good but so hard to do).

I like the original sketch even if it's fucked up in its own way.

Thanks to @myrows for pumping me up as always ❤️

#cyberpunk au #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 77 #cp77 #cp77 oc #again hard to tell if it wasn't for the dog tags #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #courier six #oc: august #my art #my posts #male v #?#he goes by gus anyway in this au #more to be added #oc: august angela taylor

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englishknightsky · 2 months

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six the type of person who can seduce anyone. they come in dressed as a starlet in a shiny red dress but that doesn't work so they come back in in a tux with a pencil mustache and then that works

#courier six #they're whatever #male? female? it's a courier. who cares?#fnv

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amondark · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Benny (Fallout)/Male Courier, Benny (Fallout)/Courier (Fallout), Benny & Courier (Fallout) Characters: Benny (Fallout), Courier (Fallout), Male Courier (Fallout: New Vegas), Swank (Fallout), Original Fallout Characters Additional Tags: Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sex, Drinking, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Post-Canon, Psyker Courier (Fallout Lore), Bottom Benny (Fallout), (For now they might switch positions of dominance though), Not Beta Read, no beta we die like benny gecko Summary:

He’s talking to a coke-bottle brunette dame, beautiful rouge flicked quickly across her lips. The Gomorrah Girls are visiting quite frequently these days, since being let loose from the Omertas. The poor things looked far too hollow when he’d first seen them. Happiness was a good look on the girls, after so many years of bad treatment.

Just a funny little bit I wrote and wanted to post on here, it’s for the Benny/MCourier fans, a little drabble to get me back on writing regularly again!

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #benny gecko #fallout courier #male courier #m!courier #benny gecko/m!courier #benny gecko/male courier #fanfic #fallout fanfic #courier six #fnv courier

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morbidology · 4 months

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On 3 September, 1944, Recy Taylor from Abbeville, Alabama, was abducted while leaving her afternoon church service. She was walking home when a car filled with white men pulled up beside her and dragged her into the car. Inside the car was US Army Private Herbert Lovett and six other men, Hugo Wilson, Dillard York, Billy Howerton, Luther Lee, Joe Culpepper and Robert Gamble, all of whom were armed. From here, the ruthless men took her to a secluded area while all seven of them brutally sexually assaulted her in turns.

After eventually letting Recy go, the men were quickly identified by the car that was used to abduct her. The driver, Hugo Wilson, was called in for questioning and readily confessed to what they had done. Nevertheless, none of the other men were ever questioned and Wilson was set free without any charges being brought against him. Unsurprisingly, the African American community were outraged by this clear lack of justice and racial bias and reported the case to the NAACP in Montgomery.

Rosa Parks, an investigator and prevalent activist against sexual assault on minorities, was sent in to build a defence for Recy. Despite the clear evidence against the men and the confession from Wilson, they were prohibited from being identified at trial and the case was thrown out by an all white, all male jury. Afterwards, Recy received a number of death threats from citizens of the town and even from the men who had attacked her.

Keen for justice and for the case to be known, NAACP and Rosa Parks spread the horrific story up the coast to Harlem, New York, and made it into publications such as the New York Daily News and Pittsburgh Courier. With the story spreading, activists wrote to the Governor of Alabama who gradually agreed to launch an investigation. Four out of the seven attackers admitted that they had sexually assaulted Recy, who was a reserved and married woman, but attempted to justify it by calling her a “prostitute” and “willing participant.”

Joe Culpepper confessed that the group had gone out in search of a woman to rape - his story as to what took place corroborated exactly what Recy had said. Despite this, a second all white, all male jury refused to issue any indictments. In 2011, the Alabama House of Representatives apologised to Taylor on behalf of the state “for its failure to prosecute her attackers.

#Recy Taylor #civil rights #racism #history

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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The Oddest of Odd Jobs

Captain Piercing Sunlight rubbed her knuckles together, making yellow scales click. It was a more worrying sign of agitation than when Paint did it. The good captain was concerned.

“I imagine more opportunities will be posted soon,” she said, staring up at the job board. Not a single one of the posts was a request for a courier ship, or even passenger transport. It was all local stuff for this colony world. Surprising, really, since the people living here surely needed stuff they couldn’t make for themselves yet, but nobody seemed to be asking for a delivery.

“We could try the other colony,” Kavlae suggested, pointing vaguely over her shoulder while a gust of wind ruffled her head frills. With the sky-blue tone of her skin, she looked cold in the breeze, but that was normal. “I spotted a big spaceport while we were coming in.” Kavlae always noticed alternate landing sites; it was part of what made her a good pilot.

Before Captain Sunlight could reply, Zhee hissed sharply, which I’d learned was the bug-alien equivalent of a skeptical snort. “They’ll know we came from this one,” he said. “The local news said there’s feuding already.”

“What, really?” Kavlae asked while Captain Sunlight sighed deeply. “Weren’t the colonies started by the same group? They’ve got the whole planet to share, and they’re feuding?”

“Territorial species,” Zhee said with a dismissive click of his pincher arms. “Not enough food-plants to go around, apparently.”

“Keep your voice small,” warned the captain with a pointed glance at the nearest large passerby, who could crush any of us with a single hoof. Not a species to insult carelessly, or even on purpose. Six limbs, two of which were sometimes arms, lots of muscle, and even antlers. Nobody had told me the species name yet, but I was privately calling them Space Moose.

“Fine, fine,” Zhee said, folding his pinchers grumpily and glaring up at the board.

Captain Sunlight looked up as well. “Is there anything on here that looks do-able?” she asked, addressing all three of us.

I studied the grid of job posts. The rest of our crew was busy getting supplies — I hoped we weren’t about to skim over something that another person would catch. But just as I thought it, my eyes fell on a posting from a human ship.

“Oh, someone lost a dog!” I exclaimed, pointing. “They couldn’t find it before they left. That’s so sad.”

“We can keep an eye out,” Captain Sunlight said. “Our ship doesn’t have any of the fancy bio-scanners for seeking out that sort of thing.”

I read the whole post, looking for details. A three-year-old husky, male, “exceptionally fluffy,” named Matt. Which was short for Mattress. I loved him already.

“How recent is the post?” Kavlae asked.

“Just two days ago,” I said. “I hope the dog is okay. It says they last saw him at the edge of town.”

“There is a thriving ecosystem here,” Captain Sunlight reminded me gently. “The animal can surely find its way.”

“But he’ll be lonely,” I said, forlorn. Poor Mattress.

Before I could whine about it further, Zhee laughed and pointed at a different post, tapping it with one of his little wrist fingers. “Look at this. Anyone fancy being an exorcist today?” At his tap, the post unfurled a map and a sound clip. He pressed play.

A very familiar yodeling howl filled the air. Unsettling, if you were an alien herbivore. A glance at my crewmates showed that none of them recognized it either.

I grinned. “You guys, we have to be exorcists today.”

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“We saw it again just last night,” said the enormous space moose, his deep voice going high with nerves. “It actually went into our shed, and no one is ready to go see if it’s gone yet.”

“I will check for you,” I assured him. Captain Sunlight was letting me take point on this job, and Zhee was doing his best to keep his sarcasm to himself. Kavlae looked nervous.

“You don’t need anything else?” the space moose asked. “Armor, weapons?”

“No, I’m pretty sure this ghost is friendly,” I said, holding up the only two things I had brought: a sheet of fish jerky and a clip-rope from the cargo bay. “At least, he should be happy to see me. But you guys stay back, okay?”

The towering behemoth was more than ready to stay behind. Several other moosey faces peered through a long window in the house nearby. They hadn’t even come outside. Captain Sunlight told Zhee and Kavlae to stay where they were, and to give the human space to work.

I looped the rope over my shoulder and approached the shed on quiet feet. The post had said the dog wasn’t aggressive, but I knew full well how unpredictable fear could make an animal. (People too, really. All the more reason for the others to hang back.)

The shed was big, more what would pass for house-sized where I was from, and it just seemed to get bigger. Plain-looking otherwise. Flat beige walls and a slanted roof, no windows. A door that stood open. A spill of pellets all over the floor, which proved to be from the torn corner of a bag like I’d seen at the market.

Grain stuff, so hopefully okay for a dog’s system, I thought, hesitating outside the doorway. As long as he didn’t eat more than his stomach can hold. Here’s hoping it tastes bad.

I cleared my throat. “Ma-att,” I singsonged. “Matt! Mattress! Here, boy!”

A rustle and a thump was all the warning I got before a very large and exceptionally fluffy dog charged out and tackled me to the ground.

The moose bellowed in panic and my crewmates shouted. Mattress licked every inch of my face, prancing and whining while I did my level best to sit up.

“It’s okay!” I called out between licks. “He’s just happy! Here, boy, do you want a treat?” I scrabbled for the jerky that I’d dropped, and managed to redirect the dog’s attention without losing a finger. I got to my feet while he tore at the jerky, tail wagging at light speed. Good thing it was the soft kind of fish jerky. At this rate, he might have hurt himself on the stiff kind.

“Are you all right?” Captain Sunlight asked from where she stood.

“I’m fine!” I said with a wave.

She and the other two had stepped away from the space moose, who seemed to be making an effort to breathe his way through a panic attack. I didn’t blame them. The poor guy looked equally likely to pick fight over flight.

Better get everybody settled, I thought, turning back to Mattress and finding the rope where it had fallen. He had a collar, thankfully. While he finished gulping down the food, I clipped the rope to his collar and wrapped the end around my hand multiple times. Then I stroked that thick fur and murmured praises.

“Is it safe?” asked the space moose in a strained voice.

“Yes, just a moment,” I said as Mattress started prancing about again. “Matt, sit.”

He sat. Huzzah. I stroked his head, and his tail thumped the ground with gusto.

“Good dog.” I took a step and tugged the leash. “Heel.”

He sprang up and trotted after me, tail wagging and tongue lolling, though with slightly less chaos-gremlin energy.

“Good boy,” I said, then led him over to where everyone waited. I didn’t get too close. “Sit,” I repeated. He sat.

The space moose was calming down admirably, though his eyes were still a little wide. “You do seem to have it well under control,” he admitted. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” I told him. “This guy just wants to go home. We can handle that.”

“You have my gratitude,” the moose said. “And now, money. Extra for speed.”

Captain Sunlight handled that part, while I stroked Mattress in a subtle search for injuries or problems stuck in his fur. He returned the favor by licking my ear with far too much saliva. I tried not to grimace, and wiped it off with my sleeve. “Good dog.”

“All right, let’s get this animal to the ship,” Captain Sunlight said.

“I’ll call up the owners for you as soon as we get there,” Kavlae said, checking her pocket communicator for the phone number from the post. We’d all saved copies.

“I’m sure they will want to see their animal in the cameras,” Captain Sunlight said, turning to me. “I trust you can keep it calm inside the cabin?”

I assured her that I could. We said our goodbyes to the space moose and his family watching from the house, then headed back to the spaceport.

Mattress followed happily, though judging by the panting, he was thirsty. There probably hadn’t been much to drink in that shed, and the jerky on top of alien kibble was bound to make things worse.

“We’ll get you a bowl of water right away,” I promised him. “Okay, boy?”

Mattress looked up at me with alert ears and that particular doggy smile.

Captain Sunlight got out her own phone. “I’ll have Wio ready one for us. How big of a bowl do you need?”

“Um, just have her fill one of the smaller cookpots. He looks pretty thirsty.”

Kavlae asked from a fair distance away, “How can you tell?”

“He’s breathing hard,” I said. “With his tongue sticking out like that.”

Zhee was also giving the dog a wide berth. “Is that why it’s doing that?” he asked. “I assumed the animal was showing off its teeth for the benefit of anyone who might offer it harm.”

“No, he’s smiling!” I said. “Look at that; that’s a happy face. Just a little thirsty.”

Zhee muttered something disparaging about predators being allowed in close range. Kavlae laughed, and Captain Sunlight shook her head.

I looked from face to face. “You guys don’t keep pets, do you?” I asked. “None of you?”

“None like that,” Captain Sunlight said. “Nothing that could kill us, no.”

“He wouldn’t do that!” I said with an exaggerated ruffle of Mattress’s fur. “He’s a good dog! And look how fluffy! Such a nice soft pillow, he’d probably let you take a nap on him.”

“No thanks,” said Zhee. “I don’t see the appeal.”

“You don’t see the appeal? Do—” My smile slipped when I really looked at Zhee’s exoskeleton. “I don’t think you can fully appreciate the feel of soft fluffy things, can you?”

Zhee’s unimpressed scoffing confirmed my suspicions. I looked to Captain Sunlight, and her own scaly hands. “What about you? Not a big deal?” I didn’t wait for her answer before turning to Kavlae, the vaguely fishy humanoid with frills everywhere. “You have proper skin! Come pet this dog!”

She didn’t want to, but under my insistence and Mattress’s continued good behavior, she finally edged forward and brushed a hand across the copious floof.

“Oh, that is soft,” she said.

“See? And he is such a good boy.” I patted him some more, and he responded by licking both of us.

Kavlae yelped, pulling back.

“It’s okay,” I hurried to say. “That means he likes you.”

“Oh,” Kavlae said. She sniffed her hand, then retched. “Oh, he smells!”

I looked down at him and had to admit, “Yeah, that’s another thing dogs do.”

“To the ship!” Captain Sunlight announced. “For water, a phone call, and then a thorough cleansing! Which I’m sure our favorite animal expert can handle, yes?”

I sighed. “Yes. I won’t enjoy it, though.”

Zhee hissed a laugh. “Maybe you can take a nap on the creature afterward.”

“Maybe! Just you watch. Might have to tire him out a bit first though. I’m sure nobody would mind a game of fetch in the cargo bay, right?”

Captain Sunlight gave me a look, but she didn’t say no.

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The ongoing adventures in backstory for this book! More to come.

#my writing #the Token Human #I got Mattress's name from that other post about names #a couple weeks ago #his humans absolutely have a cat named Missy too (Missile Launcher)#fun with names #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #dogs #good dogs #in spaaace #space moose

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calder · 7 months

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At the same outpost, the player can encounter Cass, a bisexual civilian woman. She may flirt with a male Courier, who may imply they are gay, prompting her to imply gay men are more common in the Legion.[56] At the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, NCR General Oliver may remark to Courier Six: "If you think after all that's happened, I'm going to grab my ankles and take it like the Legion..."[57] This writing pertains to institutionalized homophobia which manifests in practice though power structures and social interactions without being written into law. Simply put, in his derogatory remark, the general expresses to his army that military surrender is gay, much like their gay enemy. From the brevity and bluntness of this remark, it's clear that this sentiment is already well understood among his ranks. Logically, to project strength in the eyes of such a leader, one might also project homophobia by scrutinizing and harassing one's peers and subordinates. In this atmosphere, the expression of homophobia is not only normalized, but materially incentivized, and becomes inseparable from ambition. This is why Major Knight is immediately frightened when a male Courier flirts with him. He is so profoundly alienated that he romanticizes life as a gay man under the Legion. The Legion punish homosexuality with death, and yet Knight characterizes them as more "forgiving" than the NCR.[43] Through these apparently disparate events, the audience can trace how a distorted perception of gay people emerges among insecure men in a military environment, and subsequently becomes ingrained in the corresponding civilian culture. Further, Veronica, a lesbian from the Brotherhood of Steel, also wryly remarks that she believes legionaries have gay sex about as often as straight sex.[58] She also notes that this only applies to men, as women have no rights whatsoever in Legion society. In this aside, she conveys a pre-existing frustration with lesbophobic social norms.[58] Veronica also mentions that the people of her bunker would rather she remain on the surface.[59] [...] Upon meeting Courier Six, Arcade Gannon offhandedly makes his gayness known, unprompted. The audience must face the fact that Arcade's apprehension of the Legion is far from abstract; under Legion law, he would be put to death. One possible ending gives further insight into Caesar's hypocrisy: should the player sell Arcade into slavery and leave Caesar alive, Caesar will keep Arcade as a personal physician and philosophical advisor. They intellectually spar at length, and Caesar grows singularly fond of him. Accordingly, Arcade imitates the historic suicide of Cato the Younger by disemboweling himself. Caesar understood his doctor's final gesture of contempt, and mourned him for months.[64][65][66]

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#fnv #suicide t

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jokest3r · 2 years

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Arcade fr be pulling the baddest bitch in the entirety of Nevada and all he did was just exist

#fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #male courier six #arcade a real one fr #also you ever wonder that the plasma defender is just the ray gun from COD zombies?#fnv

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radiowallet · 10 months

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Promise

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno Summary: Dieter gets a gift while away on location. WC: 1.9K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. Exclusive M/M dynamics. Written in third-person POV, male protagonists, allusions to smut, and dirty talk. Mentions of food and drug use. Small angsty moments. Yearning. So much yearning. AU Marcus Moreno (no wife, no Missy). A lot of purple prose and waxing poetic in this one, besties.

A/N: We're back with more of these boys. What can I say? I am obsessed with their dynamic and as long as my broken brain keeps sending me ideas for them, I intend to keep writing them down. Big thanks to @magpie-to-the-morning and @jazzelsaur who are patient as patient can be while I barge into their DM's to screech about these two soft, vulnerable boys. I love you both.

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The bouquet had been delivered to set, the candy cotton pink petals hard to miss amidst the cranes and cameras and all the rest of the hardware it took to put a film in the can. Everyone had fawned over the flowers from the moment they arrived, their delicate shape a marvel beneath the heat of the Moroccan sun.

But when the courier called out Dieter’s name, the room almost erupted, everything from squeals of elation to nosy questions being tossed his way. Dieter couldn’t help himself, cheeks warming and chest puffing, as he accepted the vase, the increased attention not only from the crew but also his fellow actors, stroking his ego in a way he couldn’t help but relish in.

Maybe some would be embarrassed at the sheer honesty in that one single thought but Dieter found peace in the sentiment. Hell, he was an actor. What else was there to say other than the truth in validation, hoping that enough of the attention could one day fix the broken pieces inside his heart.

“One of your many admirers sending you flowers now, Bravo?” A well-meaning production assistant asks in passing.

“Something like that,” he hums, taking care to tuck the card into his pocket for later.

After that, the flowers find a place on the craft service table, and if an extra take or two is needed because Dieter’s eye line strays just a tad too far left no one makes mention of it.

The day is called just as the last of the light is lost, the sun setting far behind the rows and rows of beautiful blue houses. There’s an offer for drinks and dinner brandied about, a few cast and crew breaking away. Dieter quietly bows out, and again, if anyone notices the once infamous party boy choosing a quiet night in over a raucous night out, not a word is said.

Once back in his hotel room, Dieter is instantly restless, the flowers moving from room to room, the vase twisted left, then right, then right again. Self-doubt starts to dig at the base of his spine, the very beginning of a panic attack creeping up his back, tight and hot and painful, a wicked whisper telling him he should have just gone out, damn all and any consequences. There is only a bouquet of pink peonies in this hotel room to keep the loneliness at bay tonight, and not for the first time, Dieter feels the icy cold fear that he’ll forget all he has waiting for him back home.

He does his best to ignore it, breathing slowly around the rubber band across his chest, counting each second with the tick of his fingers. One, two, three, four, in. Five, six, seven, eight, out. Twice more is enough to chase the feeling away, giving Dieter the space he needs to finally breathe fully, his head clearing just enough to ground him back to the moment. The blossoms finally find a home right beside his bed, the low light of the bedroom illuminating the pretty pink petals, and only then does he actually start to settle down for good. He fishes the card from his back pocket, dragging his thumb across the seal.

It’s nothing remarkable; a white envelope, only his first initial scratched across the front. But it’s enough to have his cheeks warming all over again, the tip of his nail finally piercing through the thick paper. The card is equally unassuming, but when he opens it up, the words are anything but.

Dieter reads it over once, then twice, then one more time for good measure, lips moving along with the lines, one promise after another infused to each and every one. It’s enough to have him scrambling for his phone, dialing with shaky hands and a breathless laugh. It only rings once before it clicks over.

“Hey, baby.”

“The flowers…” Dieter starts, his mind racing faster than he can manage to speak, any sort of coherency lost at the sound of Marcus Moreno’s soft baritone on the other end of the line.

“They were too much.”

“No! Fuck no!” Dieter is quick to cut the other man off, refusing to let him think that for even a second. “No, sweet boy. I love them!”

Marcus would do this from time to time, doubt himself and his place by Dieter’s side. It always brings him back to the moment in that lavish hotel room, Marcus’s warm breath painted across his cheek, lips bruised and fingers grasping, when the heroic had admitted that most couldn’t handle it. To this day Dieter can’t help but wonder if he was maybe talking about more than just superpowers.

He thinks maybe Marcus doesn’t realize. That he doesn’t see what it means to possess a heart so big. Bigger than anyone deserved, the weight of it nearly dragging him down, away from the light and into the shadows. The very ones he tries so hard to protect the world from. And Dieter knew that when the man fell, he fell fast. Fully. All of him hanging out on a precarious line, waiting for the other inevitable shoe to drop.

Dieter wishes he could figure out a way to convince him that both of his feet were firmly planted on the ground.

There’s a beat of silence and he swears he can hear the words neither of them dare to say. Not yet. Not with things so new. But he can feel them. Always feel them. With each kiss Marcus pressed into his skin, every drag of his fingertips, each scrape of his teeth, there was the promise of an affection too great to imagine. It was there, on the tip of the other man’s tongue, quietly unspoken but still so very very present.

“I love them,” the actor says again, determined to make his point stick this time.

Marcus hums, and Dieter can almost picture him then and there as if he was sitting beside him on the 1000 thread count duvet in Morocco instead of miles and miles away, in an empty apartment, his only plans for the night a crappy tv dinner. He could chide the heroic, remind him to have fun, take more chances, but that’s a sticky subject all its own.

It had been a running theme of the last few months of their lives, the two of them stealing what little time together they could. Marcus would plan, meticulously, weekends away explained under the guise of training or intel or some other bullshit excuse. Dieter would make a stink to his manager on those days, stomping his feet and demanding a mental health break. Maybe it was the fact that he returned from those weekends brighter and lighter than ever before, but Marissa never fought him too hard.

They would lose track of the hours as easily as they lost themselves in the other, tangled sheets and broken sleep bookending their pleasure. The give and take between them deepened with each weekend that rolled around. Dieter delighted in Marcus’s company, preening beneath the wonder of having him all to himself. The way his whole heart became the center of the universe, genuine affection and care feeling better than any late night or black out bender.

Marcus would watch Dieter paint, only a sheet around his waist as his eyes traced the curves and colors inspired by his own tender touch. And Dieter would marvel at the bend of the other man’s form, following his steps to the gym, his own eyes wide as twin blades cut through open air. They stayed in. Always in. The pair of them forgoing even ordering in, digging through Dieter’s freezer in search of mini pizza bagels and knock-off taquitos rather than risk breaking the peace of their privacy.

And if he showed up to the set of the big budget action movie with his belly still soft, it hardly mattered. His heart was full, his mind at peace, and even as the director rolled his eyes, all Dieter could see was Marcus dropping to his knees, nuzzling into the patch of coarse hair smattered across the swell of his stomach, before swallowing him down to the base.

Those days gave them both something to cling to when life and work and reality would push them back to opposite sides of the country. Memories they could remember in the between, when it was only phone calls and FaceTimes the touch of their own hand to chase away the anxieties hiding around the corner.

Dieter learned in great detail how to coax those little whines from the heroic, memorizing the ragged sound of his cries as he whispered all manner of filth into the crease of his skin. Marcus matched the energy in kind, splitting up inside the actor, lips on his throat and hands in his hair. Dieter called him sweet boy and Marcus declared him his whole sky, a promise of more following every goodbye.

And Marcus always keeps his promises.

When it came time to leave for Morocco, six months of loneliness looming in the distance and one awkward farewell party behind them, Dieter did his best to remind Marcus to not linger in his solitude. It would be too easy for him to fall back on old habits; long nights on rooftops chased by haggard days in the gym, but Dieter hoped the hero would make time to tend to his heart in ways he had forgone for so long.

Marcus took care to meet Dieter where he stood, urging him to hold onto every word he ever said, his whole heart following Dieter, even when he physically could not. The actor clung to the sentiment, doing his best to remember every weekend spent wrapped around the other man. He held onto every ripple of pleasure and each drip of afterglow.

Dieter shakes his head, refocusing on the present, even as he wishes for all the little things he so desperately wanted here and not there. Plush lips and dimpled cheeks, brown eyes wide as he nods and quietly accepts the truth in Dieter’s words.

“I’m glad.”

The silence is back, but more of a comfort now, the blend of their breath lulling the last of the sun and sand and stress away from Dieter’s heart. His eyes are heavy in the best way, his fingers loose where they curl around the phone, still matched to the curve of his cheek.

“You should shower, Dee. Then sleep,” Marcus prompts, his voice somehow even softer.

“Mmm, jerk off with me first,” he half whines, free hand already pulling at the threadbare sweats he had worn from set.

There’s a chuckle, low and sweet and steady, one that Dieter has learned means a promise is about to be made.

“I’m at the office now, mi cielo, but call me when you wake up and we will.”

It’s enough for now, Marcus’s gentle voice in his ear and the catch of pink petals in the low light, giving Dieter the push he needs to let sleep find him. In a few hours' time he’ll wake up, his stomach empty and his neck sore, but the fresh scent of peonies and an aching promise have something else curling deep inside his belly. And when he dials, the answer comes on the first ring.

After all, Marcus always keeps his promise.

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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male fo4 companions +arcade & butch (bc I see them on your master list) rank them on being able to take care of a severely injured sole/lone/six?

Okay! this goes from best to worst, I really hope arcade and butch aren’t ooc! I try to do my research on them :)

Ranking Male Companions Taking Care of an Injured Sole/Lone/Six

Arcade is the best for very obvious reasons. It’s his job. As soon as Six is down, he knows what he’s doing and he executes flawlessly. Definitely griping at them while he works, but nonetheless, he gets everything done nice and tidy. Very capable of separating emotions and work, so he won’t have shaky hands or be panicking like some of the others. Will shamelessly call them dumb if they got hurt doing something dumb. He’s glad they’re okay, really, but also don’t be stupid and you won’t get hurt. Will withhold the stupid comments if it was a very serious injury, like they were shot or something.

10/10 - The best male companion to have on hand for Couriers that can’t stop getting hurt. (And his grumbling is entertaining.)

Nick may be a synth, and doesn’t require real first aid, but c’mon, he used to be a policeman! He still remembers most of that aid and is extremely knowledgeable and good at helping. He’s always a little hesitant about things like using his metal hand, but that won’t stop him from helping Sole. Tries to talk to them — distract them, even — and never fails to make them crack at least one smile. Unmatchably gentle, even more so than Preston. Will take them to a real doctor after but they probably won’t need much attention because Nick already covered it all. Can help with things from little scrapes to punctured lungs and does so with deadly accuracy, seems to somehow materialize medical supplies out of nowhere.

10/10 - Probably the most comforting companion to have by Sole’s side when they’re hurt.

Preston may not be a doctor, but he has the heart of a medic buried somewhere deep inside of him from his time with the Minutemen. Also very capable of keeping himself together while helping Sole. Unlike Arcade, when he works, he’s constantly asking Sole if they’re okay, how they’re feeling, what hurts, what else they need from him, etc. Sees them, momentarily, as just another one of his men because he works most efficiently like that. His face stays blank (but at least he doesn’t look angry.) Moves slow and treats them like they’re fragile. He knows surprisingly more first aid than anyone would think, but definitely wants to get them stable and to a real doctor.

10/10 - Good at what he does and unmistakably gentle, with words and first aid, while he does it.

Danse is no stranger to combat aid, though he isn’t the best with less casual, more complex aid. Will definitely be a little more nervous than the others while tending to Sole. Dead silent when he’s working because he’s trying so hard. Gritted teeth and set jaw, rarely muttering things quietly that Sole can’t really make out. Looks kind of angry the whole time just because he’s focusing so hard. But he will do a good job nonetheless, and is incredibly efficient at getting Sole to a real, trustworthy doctor afterwards. They always tell him he did a good job and it never fails to make a little smile quirk up on his little dork face. He’s actually just glad they’re okay.

9/10 - Sole will think he’s mad the whole time but he’s actually just trying really hard.

Deacon is cool as a cucumber on the outside, but internally, he freaks out. Constant rambling and so many jokes. Pretends like he knows what he’s doing but he’s always kinda winging it. He knows general first aid, but nothing major, and he’s really anxious about doing a good job. Probably tries too hard and screws up because he’s trying so hard. Pretends he didn’t screw up. His hands might shake just a little if the injury is particularly bad, but he’ll play it off cool. He ends up covered in blood and looking like he’s the one that was hurt. Looks worse than Sole. Isn’t bad at first aid, but isn’t good at it either?

Drops to a solid 7/10 — At least he pretends to know. Good at easing Sole’s nerves.

MacCready will start crying before he does anything. Can not panic internally. His hands hover, unsure of actually what to do, and shakes like a freaking arthritis patient. He is pretty good at first aid but the shaking and crying gets in the way. Always uses way too much medicine and might make Sole high. Hugely overcompensates, usually not in a good way, trying so hard to help them that he isn’t actually doing much good. He’s just panicking because they’re injured and he couldn’t save Lucy and what if he can’t save them, either? Will forget how to breathe, Sole will have to remind him not to hold his breath if they can. Will probably get dizzy and nauseous if he thinks of losing them. Can and will get it together (eventually) and provide little first aid.

6/10 - The fact that their caretaker is sobbing profusely and looks like he’s gonna pass out is never helpful for the nerves.

Hancock simply isn’t very good at first aid. He’s a ghoul, and his body is different than theirs, responds differently. Is internally crying, screaming, and throwing up. Will offer chems and then backpedal because they don’t need chems they need help. Shaky hands, shaky breaths, will need a hit of something because he can’t stop shaking. His first aid is messy and quick. He jabs them with so many needles they can’t even count them all, and he mumbles to himself under his breath the entire time like some kind of narrator. The thing he’s perhaps best at is locating and getting them to the nearest doctor in record time. Dude goes pedal to the freaking metal. Will stay annoyingly close and ask the doctor questions until they blow a gasket. He just wants his sunshine, the first friend he’s had that wasn’t just casual, to be okay.

5/10 - Sole’s probably incredibly high at the end of it but at least they’re alive, right?

Gage knows first aid, but the moment the overboss is injured, it all flies out the window. He drags them by their hair to someone more equipped for this crap. Probably grumbled at them about getting hurt in the first place. If he absolutely has to help, he is rough and just wants to get it over with and them to someone else. Will mutter under his breath the entire time with that dumb little accent. Incredibly violent with the first aid stuff. Tells them never to do this again because it’s annoying. Probably gets angry at the first aid supplies and throws them across the room or something to that degree, only to go grab them again because he actually needs them. Rolls his eyes a lot. He cares deep down, but he’s gonna give Sole a lot of crap about it for a while.

3/10 - Being reprimanded when you’re bleeding out usually isn’t great for the morale.

Butch has no earthly idea how to perform any more first aid than bandaging up knuckles and icing bruises, let’s be honest. He will definitely be panicking. The second most likely companion to start crying. Not from the past, like MacCready, but because Lone is injured and he doesn’t know what to do, he’s more useless in this situation than an actual bag of bricks and he feels so worthless and why do they even travel with him if he can’t help? Lone, being a doctors child, will probably have to talk him through the first aid step by step like the wikihow. Will get some of it wrong even if they tell him how to do it four or five times. Can’t really see because he’s freaking bawling but will try his best anyway. It’s probably in Lone (and his) best interests if they just go to a doctor.

2/10 - Honestly, not comforting or helpful in the slightest for him to be self-destructing while Lone’s trying to talk him into stitching them up before their organs fall out.

X6-88 immediately relays into the Institute. If it’s gone, immediately relays somewhere else. Very rarely does he do the actual first aid. Coursers don’t need standard first aid because they aren’t human, and they don’t get hurt as easily. Plus, when X6 gets hurt, he doesn’t deal with it himself, he just relays in. Knows what to do in the back of his mind but absolutely botches it if he tries. Is focusing so hard his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth but more focus makes it worse. He doesn’t actually know what he’s doing because he never does this crap. Will take them to someone qualified in human first aid and probably give them a lecture about tact and the fact that they need to not get hurt because he doesn’t have it.

1/10 - At least he doesn’t let Sole die without a lecture.

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vaulthistorian · 20 days

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Its the scoot ask anon, Could I get more Male/Gn Courier x Joshua? Where like Joshua and The Courier have been hanging out a lot recently and either the tribals or Daniel think something's goin on between them. And like Courier is being a shitlord about it, but Joshua is denying any claims made about something going on between him and The Courier. I think it would be funny/ silly :3

Of course anon, I did my best 🫶🏻

Daniel is a very observant man. To think he doesn't know what goes down in Zion should be something foolish. Daniel watches. Under the shadow of his hat his eyes watch the valley's bathed in glowing warm sunlight.

The trees groan and cry as the birds sing and the breeze whispers secrets away with it.

The breeze carries something warm today. Daniel heard the footsteps coming, hearing the clank of boots as leather twisted and bent along with the metal that slowly bobbed against your heel.

Some of the Sorrows had run into you on your trip back to Zion. His eyes softened slightly and he hummed. "Six, welcome."

You nodded, putting down a crate. "One delivery of fresh pastries right from the Mojave, to you."

Daniel raised an eyebrow, but motioned the Sorrows to have a look if they wanted. So they crowded the box and had a look, excited with what they found.

"Thank you. I figured it would take you longer to get here."

You shrugged. "You'd be surprised how fast you can run when you've got a family of Cazadors on your ass."

"Well, I'm glad you made it here safe-"

"Yeah, do you know where Joshua is??" You cut in.

Daniel paused and looked up. "Joshua is where he usually is. Try the river."

"Ok cool, thanks Daniel! Enjoy the food!" You quickly rushed off despite your feet probably hurting. Usually you'd stop to rest with Daniel for a moment or two but as of late you haven't.

Just rushing straight to see your favorite person in the world. Hm. Daniel remained quietly in thought, putting his book down and watching you go. The soft breeze brushed over the foot prints you'd left.

One of the Sorrows noticed and stood adjacent to him. "You think?"

Daniel hummed. "Just wondering about our little courier. Something tells me they've got a thing going with Joshua..."

You eagerly rushed down to the river, wading past their traps and across the high caverns until you reached the small campout. A few Dead Horse members roamed around, but you just smiled as you passed.

You skipped up and through the mouth of the cave. Immediately going to find Joshua.

When you did, you smiled again. "Hey, Joshua." You made yourself comfortable on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs.

Joshua looked up at you, his eyes moving slowly up your legs, past your belt and duster, up to your face.

"You're back." His tone carried a sense of appreciation to it. As if glad that you were back.

"I am. So... Did you miss me??" You have him a cheeky grin, leaning over so close your breath brushed against his face. His eyelids fluttered briefly, calculating himself. "As much as anyone else, I'm sure."

It made your heart melt, one day you'd get those lips of his to spill their secrets. One day...

Daniel continued to watch you. Of course the Sorrows also gave him updates, but he didn't need to look far. When all of them were gathered around the fire he saw the way your knee brushed and knocked against his. Joshua would frown if you did it too hard or too obvious. But never pushed away.

Daniel saw the way you acted when you told your stories. He saw the way your eyes focused on Joshua, as if no one else was there to listen to your ramblings. You'd speak as if the whole world ceased to exist if not for his attention.

So of course, he asked one day. You were out splashing around with the Sorrows when Daniel approached Joshua. Joshua's eyes flickered up from his thumb rubbing the edge of his gun, to where you were.

Daniel slowly sat down. "Is something going on between you and Six?"

Joshua let out a soft raspy scoff at that. "What do you mean?"

Daniel nodded toward the water. "Look at how you look at him, he shares the same look y'know."

Joshua is quiet. He watched you splash around, his gaze carrying the same heat and intensity it always did.

"I would be lying if I didn't say he is a vital alliance to Zion. But I'm not sure what you'd like out of me. Six is an errand boy."

Daniel considered his words before standing again. "If that's what you want, then I'll go ask Six instead."

Joshua's eyes widened slightly at first, before fixing himself to sit down still. "Go on, whatever you are looking for, I'm sure Six will answer your questions."

So Daniel waited until you were panting and dragging yourself out of the water. "All done?" He asked as you scrunched out your under garments from sticking to your skin.

"Oh yeah, I'm done. Whew, refreshing." You chuckled.

"What is it with you and Joshua?"

"Hmm??"

"I see it. The way you look at each other. There's something going on. No harm, I just want to know."

Your smile spread and your cheeks went a little pink as you picked up your pants. "Joshua? He's a... He's a nice guy. Real good personality."

Daniel listened.

"Y'know I think he's the perfect friend. He's great, nice to talk to. I wish I could see if the fire got him anywhere vital y'know. Just for research purposes." You winked.

Daniel blinked.

"I'm... Confused."

"Oh come on Daniel. You know he wants me to tug on his rope."

"Rope?" Daniel frowned. He understood what you were saying, but why say it like that?? Holy crap, Lord help him.

"You know what, I don't even want to know anymore." Daniel tried to turn away but you scampered up and grabbed his neck gently, whispering in his ear. "I wanna see his pen-"

"Get off me." Daniel pushed you away and shrugged violently, shuddering. "Forget I asked. Forget I asked.."

He mumbled and walked away, hiding his blush under his hat. Damn you two.

You grinned, grabbing your duster and heading over to Joshua. "Hey."

"Hello." Joshua looked up at you. His eyes soften briefly. "What was that all about??"

"Nothin', nothing at all."

You grinned wide. Oh you were going to milk this as long as Daniel was alive. He'd regret questioning your preferences.

So among the next few weeks you were there you blew your attraction to Joshua in Daniel's face as much as you could. When Daniel would hand out everyone's food, before you left, you'd casually eye Joshua's butt and make a wide motion to smack it.

It always made Daniel freeze, unable to stop the worry of what the consequences would be

He always saw you tracing his hands or eyeing his belt. Casually complimenting it. Daniel bit his tongue, knowing what you were doing. Joshua didn't give off many signs he was effected if he was.

But that didn't stop you at all. Daniel was afraid of just what he started. He's scared. Someone help him. He's got a crazy ass courier who wants to fuck his best friend shoving it down his throat at every turn.

Daniel's at a loss, despite Joshua's continued denial, he feels like they're already going ham at each other. He dreads the day he finds out.

#fallout new vegas #joshua graham #joshua graham fallout #fnv #fallout nv #fnv courier #courier 6 #courier six #daniel fallout #daniel new vegas

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yeehawknight · 1 year

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I've always wanted to do it so I did.

This is the cybepunk version of August but honestly very little changes from the fallout vers.

#oc: august #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #male v #courier six #courier oc #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #hairstyle meme #my art #oc: rosa #august and jeremias have a daughter when they are around 30yo #oc: august angela taylor

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reliaofdreams · 1 year

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The Taylor Hebert – Ryoka Griffin Connection(tm)

Warning: Extreme Spoilers for Worm and The Wandering Inn (TWI)

Things these two have in common (Worm/TWI):

• Physically tall with long, dark hair and a tan and are often depicted with green eyes (Uncanon/Canon)

• Has telescoping weapon (Baton/Faeblade)

• Started running away from problems as a hobby, ended up running away from problems as a job (Supervillain/Courier)

• Bullied by a Mean Girl (Emma/Persua) at the start of their tale and MUCH later has an interlude where the bully comes to terms with how they weren’t nice way back when

• Have emotionally neglectful parents, in part because the father is a somewhat influential figure in politics (Dockworkers Union/Senate)

• Intelligent and would have gone to a good school (Arcadia High/Colombia Uni) if not for the inciting incident of the story

• Leaves a body part (Hair/Feet) exposed in their costume and it becomes Their Thing, though later on their friend (Dragon/Nama) of another species (AI/Brownie) make them a super-costume (Tinkertech Armor/Faeland Footbindings)

• Trains their weak extrasensory power (Bug control/Wind control) over the course of months and become (in)famous for a novel application (Eating eyeballs/Acrobatic Flip)

• The brooding superhero nickname every stranger calls them by (Skitter/batman) was chosen on a whim (Residual bugs-in-windpipe paranoia/Residual interdimensional-kidnapping paranoia)

• Risks their life to save a young girl (Dinah/Mrsha) with physical infirmities (Non-congenital crack addiction/Congenital muteness) from near-certain doom (Coil/Goblin Lord) through prophecy shenanigans, and the girl has one family member who is a warrior (Triumph/Prha) and another a politician (Mayor Christner/Chieftain Mrell)

• Hatches insane plot to get arrested based on the words of a precog (Dinah/Ivolethe), while there they get a silly nickname (Weaver/Windy Girl) and their boyfriend and company (Undersiders/Five Families minus Reinhardts) tries to save them not knowing of said plot

• Anti-cop due to perceived trauma before and during the early story but later join the feds (Protectorate/Five Families) and its awkward for their old anarchist pals (Undersiders/Wandering Inn) when they reunite

• Makes wrong move (Not swearing off villainy enough/Admitting to liking icecream) when first meeting with an uncharismatic addict cop (Armsmaster and Efficiency/Magnolia and Sugar) and proceeds to get chased by them for several arcs via half-misunderstanding and half-stubborn-protag-energy

• Gets weaker yet still evil clones (Echidna’s Battle Royale/Valeterisa’s Magical Funhouse)

• After doing a good deed (Overconsumption of dragon penis/Magical CPR to kid), gets sucked into a rocky relationship with a physically gifted male love interest (Brian/Tyrion) who is socially stunted by family drama (Abusive parents/Wife getting assassinated) and gets a sidegrade powerset (Power Copying Slow-mist/Youth-for-Levels Scheme) in an unfair fight against a girl (Bonesaw/Dioname) with a time-altered body

• Constantly dealing with the foolishness of their love interest’s younger immediate family member (Aisha/Sammial) with a superpower (Forget-me-Aura/You-better-not-forget-me-Aura) and crush on an equally scandalous young royal in slacks (Regent/Oesca)

• Finds self in lesbian situations every five minutes its completely coincidental we swear y’all (Kissing Rachel and half of her first meetings with female characters/Fierre and Ailendamus Knight Orgy)

• Loses fingers (Scion and Garotte/Goblin Lord) and gets fingers (Amy Dallon/Dead Things and Azemith)

• Single-minded obsession with saving the world from dimension-hopping, ghost- consuming, world-devouring, [Bracket-Obsessed], lonely-as-heck gestalt `deities` (Entities/The Six)

• Their last name (Hebert/Griffin) gets mistaken for something else (Slur-for-Jewish-People Found in Colony 15.3/The mythological creature or the dog breed or the adventuring team)

• Gets shot by a supernaturally spry older person (Contessa/Ferin) several times at the end of an internationally broadcast challenge (Kill the last god we know/Deliver cough drops) for the greater good which nobody expected them to try and then succeed at

• Best friends with a snarky supernatural exposition dump (Tattletale/Ivolethe) whose penchant for running their mouth off gets them in mortal trouble with a man (Jack Slash/Faerie King) who has control of The Plot

• Good friends with a short-haired young woman (Rachel/Erin) with a supernaturally unorthodox relationship to emotion (Pack mentality/Like fire, memory) and the gumption to fight her enemies tooth-and-nail the moment they threaten those she loves (Dogs and Taylor/Goblins and not-jerks)

• Work friends with a dragon (Dragon, based on Random-Access-Memory/Teriarch) on their plan to save the world, and almost killed another dragon (Lung/Eldavin, based on Recalling-Ageless-Memory) in a sneak attack because of how the dragon endangers kids’ lives (Undersiders/Earthers in Ailendamus War)

• Looks to the story of the Faerie Queen (Glastig Uaine/Titania) as a source of knowledge for The Plot but can’t speak Fae like the (Prop!/Idiot!) they are so the readers have to do all the deciphering themselves

• Brutally murders a being who would otherwise live forever (Aster/Fithea) then spends 0.5 seconds in penance themselves and an infinite number of seconds in penance via memes (Worm community/Rhissy)

• Disses great food (Hemmorhagia’s Chili/Popcorn with Yeast) for her own twisted, inconceivable purposes

• Seeks aid in great quest (To kill Slaughterhouse 9/To revive Erin) from a seemingly normal doctor who is actually a monster of a woman (Panacea/Healer of Tenbault) and botches the life-saving surgery (Victoria, intentionally turns into lesbian contempt of mankind/Erin, unintentionally turns into gay contempt of ant-kind)

• Less than stellar relationship with cellphones (Texting while driving kills mom/A keynote speaker in world’s first zoom meeting, then phone gets stolen by the 398th murderhobo with a hit out on her)

• Irreligious even before they took an oath against the gods

• Started a grass-roots campaign to promote height amongst the youth (“Drugs are great!”/Flying children into the air with only a bedsheet and wind)

Feel free to repost wherever lol

#spoilers #wormblr #wandering inn #worm parahumans #worm #parahumans #twi #the wandering inn #taylor hebert #ryoka griffin #ramblings

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