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chaosoftheages · 2 months

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All About Me Post!

I'm giving y'all a full about me post because I have nothing better to do besides do random shit so here y'all go :3

Name: Autumn

Birthday: May 27th

Age: High School-aged, not saying exact age or grade

Gender: Non Binary! (Still on the fence between genderfluid and non binary)

Pronouns: They/Them, occasionally she/her

Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Relationship Status: Single and would love to stay that way.

Nationality: German-American(My family immigrated from Germany; I also have some Italian, Dutch, Irish, Scottish, and Cherokee mixed in too I think)

Social Media:

My Tumblr! (Your here, so no link for you :3)

My AO3

My Wattpad

My Discord: autumn_viola_jayy #3070

My Instagram: its_autumn_jay

My Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/ashmoejean

Important Posts Abt My Fics!

OC LIST

Standalone Headcanons (Now updated with sexuality's and phobias!)

Father & Son Headcanons

Father & Son Infection AU Status

Father & Son Infection AU: Stages Of Infection

Random Facts About Me!

I'm a Ravenclaw. They are said to be curious, creative, and eccentric. They are logical, rational, quick thinkers, and they value learning, wisdom, wit, and and intellect. They are also very academically motivated. Believe me. I have a necklace, a purse, a bunch of bracelets, a journal, and a fucking HOODIE for Ravenclaw merch

I was RAISED by Disney. I grew up on it. It's my life. My favs are Frozen, Moana, and The Incredibles.

I'm writing a novel! An actual novel. It's called Shadows Of The Unknown, and it's part of a true crime series I mapped out.

I'm learning French, German, Spanish, and Turkish through Duolingo(The goddamn owl is MOCKING ME I SWEAR TO GOD-)

I've been writing since elementary school. It's been a rough journey, that took me from the traumatizing Wattpad, to the complication FanFiction.Net, to where I am now on AO3.

I can play the piano, violin, and the steel drums.

I did cross country and wrestling in middle school. I could probably easily overpower you and outrun you depending.

I'm neurodivergent (ADHD)

I have PTSD(I'm a sexual assault/attempted R*pe survivor)

Favorites!

Favorites Colors: Blue, Black, White, Purple, Pink

Fandoms I Will Write For: Hamilton, Alan Becker, Doctor Who, Stranger Things, Rick & Morty, Pokemon, The Owl House

Favorite TV Shows: Rick & Morty, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Stranger Things, Pokemon, Doctor Who, The Owl House, Bluey

Favorite Movies: Moana, Frozen, Hamilton, RENT, Encanto, Elemental, Muppets Most Wanted, Harry Potter, Winnie The Pooh, Captain Underpants

Favorite Books: Adam Silvera's Death Cast books, Twisted Series by Ana Huang, Soul Snatchers by Jackie Egan, The Girl Who Survived by Lisa Jackson, Dog Man series by Dav Pilkey, Captain Underpants by Dav Pilkey

Favorite Artists: Telehope, Arctic Monkeys, 6arelyhuman, Mitski

Favorite Songs:

Summer Bummer by Telehope

Like You Give Enough by Telehope

I Don't Smoke by Mitski

boys beware by Mad Tsai

Sex, Drugs, Ect. by Beach Weather

Faster n Harder by 6arelyhuman

505 by Arctic Monkeys

Infinite by Tyler Smith

Cigsrette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant

Stalker's Tango by Autoheart

Likes:

Friends

Writing

Reading

Music

Theater

Broadway

Beanies

AO3

Spicy Food

Summer

Fall/Autumn(hey it's my name :D)

Fears:

Atychiphobia- Fear Of Failure

Autophobia: Fear of being alone

Arachnophobia -Spiders

Claustrophia -Tight spaces

Genophobia- S*xual Intercourse

Spheksophobia- Wasps/Hornets

Apiphobia/Melissophobia- Bees

AO3 Fic Masterpost

Basically just the main series I write for.

Father & Son

Father & Son Infection AU (Link coming soon!)

Alan Becker AU's

Adventures In Stick City

I take fanfic requests and will accept fanart of Father & Son or my standalones I also take fanart requests if anyone wants me to draw them something. I cannot draw this bundle of silly sticks for shit(I can't draw for shit lol), but I'll do my best.

Autumn out!

#all about me #about myself #get to know me #ava father & son #get to know the blogger #get to know them #get to know you

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ground-zero-idiocies · 2 years

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The Official Ground Zero Idiocies Masterlist

It’s here! I’ve divided the posts into a few categories for ease and convenience. Enjoy!

Companion Switch Dialogue: Jack Cabot Scribe Haylen

Headcanons: F4 Companions’ Favorite Meat Dishes F4 Companions’ Favorite Musicals F4 Companions’ Favorite Modern-ish Bands F4 Companions’ Favorite Movies F4 Companions’ Favorite Pets F4 Companions’ Opinions on Furbies F4 Companions’ Favorite North American Cities F4 Companions’ Favorite Star Wars Movies Random Nick Valentine Headcanons Random Piper Headcanons

Companion Reacts: Fluff Lightning Round F4 Companions Encounter a Dinosaur F4 Companions go to IHOP F4 Companions Meet the Mysterious Stranger F4 Companions Teach a High School Class F4 Companions Tell Their Favorite Jokes F4 Companions Play Minecraft F4 Companions go to College F4 Companions React to a Terrible Battle Plan F4 Companions Get Pranked F4 Companions get Nicknames F4 Companions get Insulted F4 Companions Act Their Age F4 Companions Witness a Stampede F4 Companions Get a Drink F4 Companions go to McDonalds F4 Companions on an Airplane F4 Companions React to ‘Glimpse of Us’ by Joji F4 Companions React to ‘Something Stupid’ by Frank Sinatra F4 Companions React to ‘Bad Habits’ by Ed Sheeran F4 Companions find the Treasure of Jamaica Plain NV Companions React to the Courier’s Deadliness NV Companions React to the Courier’s Gambling Super Mutants Talk about the Institute

Superhero Nora Series: Nora is Captain America Nora is Iron Man Nora is Black Widow

Fallout Short Fiction: Preston Hosts Boy’s Night Companions go Bowling Vault 112 Pitch Meeting The Strange Case of Nora and the Pip-Boys James, the Man Who Saved Danse’s Beautiful Ass Dad An Extended (Synthetic) Family Put Some Damn Clothes On! Let’s Take his Coat!

My Fallout Opinions: My Biggest Problem with New Vegas Gary is Dumb Response: Gary is *Still* Dumb What I Hate About Every Fallout Game Why House Would Probably (Unfortunately) Win Fallout Hot Takes Fallout Hot Takes, The Second Fandom Overlap: Fallout and Star Trek Racist Parts in Every Fallout Game My Problem with Fallout 4 Companion Reacts Changes I Would Make to Fallout 4 Not Romancing Valentine is Good, Actually Honest Hearts is a Waste Things we Forget About Companions Danse and his Magic Armor Fallout Fans Don’t Support Genocide for 5 Minutes Challenge (Impossible) Fallout TV Show Anxieties Best/Worst Fallout Ships Every Fallout Game and DLC, Ranked

Random Posts: Super Mutant Baseball Power Armor Warranty President Eden is Dumb Longfellow is not Old The Sole Survivor Goes to Diamond City Companions Get Vaccinated NFT Shenanigans pt. 1 NFT Shenanigans pt. 2 Stop Simping I Love Jack Cabot I Love Klamath Bob Infinite Monkey Cage Fallout Movie Fancast pt. 1 Fallout Movie Fancast pt. 2 Fallout Movie Fancast pt. 3 How are Catholics Real What Grocery Store is X6? I ranked the Star Wars Movies(?)

#it is done #masterlist #fallout #fallout 4 #companions react #fallout new vegas

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stealthnoodle · 11 months

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There Is No Pond but Ice Pond: Let's Play Tears of the Kingdom

Today on Zelda, I briefly meet the Gerudos and proceed to have a normal one

Lol I got another Zelda flashback and this one is all "I sure am a time traveler! You sure are my ancestors! I sure do need to get back to my time before we get another calamity on our hands, haha! Prime Directive? I don't know her"

I made it through the sandstorm (somehow I made it through-ooh-ooh) but Gerudo Town appears to be empty? What fuckery is this

Okay, I found everyone in an underground shelter after paddling around in the sewers and Ascending through a random ceiling. I was immediately jailed, then released, then kicked out on the streets until I put a shirt on:

You CAGE Miette? You cage her nipples like the tigers? Oh! Oh! Jail for Gerudo! Jail for Gerudo for One Thousand Years!

I have endured Unspeakable Oppression and then stood right outside the entrance, making eye contact with the guard, while whipping my shirt right back off

Ganondorf doesn't have to wear a shirt in this flashback when he pretends to swear fealty to Hyrule. >:( This is bullshit

Dude hang on, I'm finding a korok

I have finally done a "find the crystal and bring it back to the shrine" quest, because the one in Satori Mountains was very close to the target. All I had to do was tuck myself up in a little rock passage and rain down arrows upon a hapless Hinox. You know, hero shit

Call me a cartoon monkey because I have yet to encounter a banana trap that I didn't fall for:

The underground beckons. I think this is the last Big Poe statue and it is being very difficult:

Great Plateau, huh? Okay, back up topside, wanderwanderwander, hello, statue, how are you—

are you motherfuckers in cahoots

You want under the water behind the stone wall? I will FIND your under the water behind the stone wall, mark my words

Okay, I'm pretty sure this is it (it's got arrows point at it from all around!), but how do I get under the icy water?

Openings in the rock below: 0

Successful efforts pairing warm pants with warming elixirs and diving in: 0

Successful efforts dunking a goddamn zonai flamethrower in there: 0

Number of times I have startled a cat with an outburst like "SHIT FUCK COCK FUCK": 4

Items dropped in the water to no avail: lots

I am losing my mind. There is no world beyond the ice pond. The secrets of the universe lie in its frigid depths. I am putting on that one Evanescence track that isn't "Bring Me to Life" because it is 2003 I just finished playing Enter the Matrix

"Ice pond" is an anagram for "coed nip," WE'RE COMING FULL CIRCLE BABY

"Noodle you could look this up" ABSOLUTELY NOT, ice pond forbids it

I've thrown a snowball in and it's slowly bouncing off the edges like a 90s DVD screensaver

Ice pond continues to to reject my sacrifices but I have beheld a golden light shining upon the top of Spectacle Rock and I choose to take it as a sign from my fickle frozen god

Ice pond hath led me to a star fragment. All glory be to ice pond

There's also a gleeok up here, but I recognize this as a trick of the infernal warmth. Not today, hot one

This is what that Florence + The Machine song was about

Um, so, I found a much more obvious stone wall while running around the plateau, blew up a stopper of rocks, and unflooded the area around a little stone statue, so, uh, gonna chase that lead up real quick:

Ice pond, in its infinite and ineffable wisdom, has granted me a special dispensation to pursue this quest of throwing four magical eyes into chasms, because ice pond, in its infinite and ineffable wisdom, understands that this is rad as fuck

My soul of course remains the property of ice pond. From ice pond I have come, and to ice pond I shall return. The frozen bosom awaits. Amen.

#stealthnoodle plays loz: tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #if it turns out there's just a korok in there i will lost my ENTIRE SHIT #hi i'm playing this game very much as intended #i'll do another main quest someday #probably #maybe #it depends on what ice pond wants

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childishagate84 · 10 months

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ya know, the AI comedy shit like AI sponge was funny for the first 5 nano seconds, but it has nothing on a good quality YTP. Please take us back to a time where people spent hours making spongebob say sauss fvuck hoosis sasas saaaass before dr robotnik comes in and asks for a kraby pingas promotion. With AI all we get is the infinite monkey cage of edgy 14 year olds making the AI say "edgy" (bigoted) jokes.

Also the fact that sentence mixing uses real audio and not an AI makes it 1000x funnier (it also took effort).

#AI #ai sponge #YTP #ytpmv

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amor-est-potestas · 2 years

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Day 21: Comfort Media

My comfort media comes in 1 of 3 forms:

Music:

Nothing But Thieves, Catfish and the Bottlemen, Sam Fender, Des Rocs, The Amazons, Arctic Monkeys, Vistas, Twin Atlantic... (and loads of others)... all in one playlist, on repeat forever.

Videos:

Critical Role, SciShow, NileRed, CollegeHumor, Vlogbrothers... etc. ... I like long videos that I don't have to change too often, so I can do other things while they play. Gotta keep my mind multiply occupied.

Podcasts:

Dear Hank and John, SciShow Tangents, Critical Role, In Our Time, No Such Thing As A Fish, Delete This, The Anthropocene Reviewed, The Infinite Monkey Cage, Curious Cases of Rutherford and Fry... and others... Some of these have now stopped releasing new content, but I don't mind re-listening again and again.

And then there's the elephant in the room:

Hot Fuzz (2007, dir. Edgar Wright)

I've seen it over 200 times, and I do I intend to stop rewatching it any time soon?

#actually autistic #auctober #day 21 #comfort media #auctober 2022 #day twenty one #hot fuzz

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sassenashsworld · 11 months

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Infinite Possibilities

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Chapter 9: Flying bird

"I warned you, Valentine. I told you to heed my words, but you didn't listen," she said with a hint of regret in her voice.

Claire has this way of welcoming people, or maybe she just reserves all her sarcasm for him, which always makes the detective grind a little. If something can hang in the decor, she hastens to point it out to him, and obviously, there is a nail that sticks out and gets caught in every piece of linen that hangs around. It snatches his beating core and rips it asunder. He had a hunch about what Clair was getting at, but in this line of work, he never takes anything at face value. Gotta makes sure his gut feeling is on the money.

"What are you harping on?"

"Your girl, she slipped out of my hotel just minutes after you left."

"And of course, you never had the presence of mind to hold her."

"I run a hotel, not a menagerie. If you can’t close your monkey’s cage, I don’t have to."

He knows it’s not even worth insulting. Claire is tough on words but not really mean. Just completely disillusioned, like many in this city of perdition. In the meantime, Nick still has a canary on the loose who may get eaten by the first cat. He emerges from the seedy hotel, scanning the street for any potential leads on his elusive target. A hasty glance down the avenue uncovers a slew of drifters, all of them likely fresh off a fix or a dip in the deep end. He spots a figure keeping a vigilant eye and makes his way towards him.

"Not but a mere thirty-minute prior, a dame sauntered past; locks as dark as the night, curves that could make a man weak in the knees, and eyes that could pierce through steel. Clad in a noir black camisole, denim jeans, and shoes as white as a fresh set of pearly whites."

"Not seen."

"Must-see."

"Unseen."

Nick had expectations, but they were as elusive. He couldn't wrap is mind on what he was hoping for, but he knew it wasn't what he got. The disappointment hung heavy in the air, like a blanket too stifling that a mother too protective would have strapped around her firstborn. Because he does not need to breathe to have the clear impression of choking. Or to lose his footing. Rather to lose his footing. Goodneighbor, a place where everyone's got their own game to play. Finding a lead in this town is tantamount to trying to find a sugar cube in a liter of water. He ponders for a beat on the prospect of scouring the usual haunts of the city, but his gut warns him it'd be a fruitless endeavor.

Sarah's well aware of the rules of this universe. She knows that if she lingers in Goodneighbor, he'll track her down. His gut tells him she's playing hard to get, avoiding him on purpose.

But Nick is a detective. A damn good detective. He's a man on a mission, tracking down those who don't want to be found. His livelihood depends on his ability to locate the elusive and the evasive. He's a finder, a seeker of the lost and the missing. Frequently, it's the ones who don't wish to be found. He strains his mind.

The dame had her laundry slung over her shoulder, a bag full of God-knows-what (which he should've pried into a little more), a peculiar gadget that looked like a gadget from the future, no heat, no bullets, and no clue where the hell she was.

Where might she have vanished to, other than some godforsaken abyss?

He saunters down the main driveway, his footsteps echoing in the still morning. As he approaches the city gate, his mind raced with thoughts. He feels that she already has too good a run and that if he continues to think while making the statue, she will pass away before he understands where she may have gone.

He then ventures beyond the city limits; the grim reality of the wasteland greeted him once again. The desolate ruins of a once-thriving civilization loomed before him, a haunting reminder of the world that once was. The air was broad with the stench of decay and destruction, a sickening cocktail of dust, rot, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. It was a scene that he had witnessed countless times before, yet it never failed to send a chill down his spine. The stench of decay filled the air, a sickly-sweet aroma that made is false stomach churn. The smell of body that were starting to decompose, the flesh peeling away from the bones like wet paper. Two centuries have come and gone, but the haunting scenario still persists. A new body, a new victim, a few hours or days later, the smell of decomposition is added to that already present, a cycle that is renewed without end.

He does not detect any smell of fresh blood in the area, which is a good first indication. Sarah's luck was running thin as she dared to venture beyond the safety of Goodneighbor's walls. The looming threat of a super-mutant's deadly strike or a raider's unforgiving bullet was ever-present.

As he reached the end of the aisle, he found himself at a crossroads. Where to go from here, he pondered. To his left, a notorious super-mutant burrow lurked. Their lair was nestled in a nearby edifice, and despite Nora's penchant for scrubbing it spotless on lazy Sunday afternoons, they always returned. The joint's a damn fine stash spot to ditch. Sarah's got an eye for the lay of the land, and that's a fact she can't afford to ignore.

The path ahead was blocked by a heap of debris, towering and daunting. It seemed like an insurmountable obstacle, but not entirely impossible to overcome. On the other side, the gunners have long taken possession of the square. It's a truth that's been around the block for long times.

Amidst the dank corners of the obstructed street, a path less travelled emerges, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the perilous unknown. It winds its way towards the heart of the Railroad's domain, shrouded in mystery and danger.

Sarah said something about Deacon.

Nick took a long drag from a new lighted cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like a sinister haze. With a calculated exhale, he made his move. He therefore took a decisive step, but not too much anyway because he kept an eye over his shoulder and forward, towards the Railroad HQ. This trail ain't his cup of tea, and that's putting it mildly. Less traffic than the one leading to Diamond City, but less traffic than the one leading to Diamond City. One would think that a more heavily travelled route would mean more lookouts, and that’s true, but a more secretive route would mean that if it turns sour, he will be really alone to defend himself. The Diamond City route ain't exactly a bustling thoroughfare for the average Joe or delivery boy. But is at least used by travelers or provisioners. Here before him are silence, ruins, and what can linger in the meanderings of the old city.

The ghouls, they were the worst of the lot.

The small, the big, the ugly, the savage. The wildest ones were the ones that glowed in the dark, but the discreet ones too, the most dangerous. If one want ghouls, this is the place to shop.

Don't go thinking that the Railroad's gonna roll out the red carpet for visitors. They ain't in the business of making things easy. It’s quite the opposite. They encourage such neighbourhoods because they offer the best protection against unwelcome guests. Undesirables of the Institute, yes, but creatures don’t really distinguish between those who are allowed and those who are not. There ain't much difference between a synth, no matter the generation, and a human. As long as those chompers ain't sunk into what appears to be meat, they ain't picky 'bout what's fit for consumption. And once they've clamped down, the prey ain't got much say in the matter.

Nick knows that better than anyone. He'd sacrificed some prime bait to the ravenous maws of those pesky critters, only to be left with the bitter taste of failure as the reward slipped through his fingers. He never let go of his hope to steer clear of trouble, but every time he caught a glimpse of his own visage, he was reminded to tread lightly, like a man with a beating heart instead of a cold machine.

A thorough search was something he had wished for. He wished he could have knocked on the doors of HQ to establish that a strange lady had taken sanctuary there. Under Desdemona's sarcastic gaze and Deacon's sly smile, he would have wanted to be able to gently reprimand her for fleeing. Perhaps he would have relished the sight of Carrington's eyes darting around or the alluring expression on Glory's countenance. He would have dug all that. Much more than seeing thirty of these bloodthirsty ghouls flock around a telephone pole that threatens to fall to the ground under their weight, throwing into the rubble and their claws the bird that took refuge there.

This is not the worst-case scenario; the worst would have preferred her to be dead and well dead, but that’s not far from it.

He’s not Nora; he's himself. He's got himself a sweet little piece that can spit lead. Nora deftly maneuvered the sleek 44, pushing its mechanics past the limit. Her innate talent for these machines made it a formidable force to be reckoned with. But thirty ghouls. He knew it was dramatic, so he took it seriously. It was going to be a long day. That was more than he could handle, even for a tough guy like him. As he ruminated, he absently patted down his pockets, feeling for any clues that might be hiding within.

As per usual, a measly pair of grenades is all that's left of the dozen his partner had bequeathed him on their mission. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as he tossed Molotov cocktails and grenades with reckless abandon. Yet, she continues handed him explosives. Only a pair remains. He had two grenades, a handful of bullets, and a swarm of ghouls closing in.

He had a face of old synth, with joints that creaked like they were rusted shut. He couldn't run if his life depended on it.

There she was, a dame from another realm, clutching onto the cold, hard bars for dear life. Her eyes darted around with a sense of hopelessness, until they met his.

Damn, there's a glimmer of optimism in that gaze. Even if it never went down, he wouldn't have let it go. He yearned to offer her something beyond mere hope. He had witnessed one too many of these types of scenarios to be phased. The bird's fate hangs in the balance as it dangles from the branch, its life teetering on the edge of a knife. Should he break free, he may yet survive, but with a heavy heart. However, the more probable outcome is far more sinister - a furious Nora prowling the seedy underbelly of the city, leaving a trail of carnage in her wake, to find a dismantled synth. Another creature lies dead, its body torn apart like a rag doll, alongside a shredded human who met a similar fate.

He casts off the weight of his cynicism. He ain't gonna let the worst go down, and he'll pimp the best like a tech upgrade. What are the odds? His eyes darted around the place, searching for any sign of refuge. He spotted a rundown apartment nearby, barely standing on its last walls. Its crumbling structures offered a fleeting protection from the unforgiving surge. He's got options. He can shatter the surge, blast the swell, and take aim at the remnants of the tide. The notion is hazy, a flicker of optimism, yet presently, he rides the waves of acquiescence.

He deftly navigates the treacherous waves, seeking solace on his solitary perch amidst the tempest. He's keenly aware that the moment he pulls the trigger, the tide will come crashing in, leaving him no opportunity to miss a single shot. Any stray bullet could mean curtains for him.

Take aim at the peepers. If he ain't take a life, he sure as hell can leave a goule sightless. He exhales the same scent as the debris lingers around him, doesn't it?

And there he was, with his finger on the trigger, taking aim. And then the rush begins. He pulled the trigger again and again, the sound of gunfire echoing through the empty streets. The swell fractured in a violent rupture. The time had come. He delivers the last two rings, promising himself an exciting wedding night as his fiancée's fate approaches. He ain't one to waste time tallying up the numbers. The sound of gunfire echoed through the empty streets as he continued to pull the trigger. He fires off rounds like a madman, his trigger finger numbs to the bone. Can't even distinguish his metal hand from his good, the recoil's got him all twisted upside down. He would think that both are painful. Especially when the masquerades of human beings reach him. He was a fool to think he had a plan. The weight of the situation hit him like a harvester hauling through wheat, and all he could do was laugh at his own naivety. The swell crashes down, yet he persists in firing, relenting not. In the lull between rounds, he delivers a brutal blow with the butt of his piece. And it packs a punch. He takes a moment to reload, a brief reprieve in this never-ending game of predator and prey. Consider his mechanical arm. The sound of a gunshot as he pulled the trigger.

With a final click, the deed was done.

The chamber was empty. No lead left to fly. Yet the ghouls still attack with renewal. The ammo's dry, the grenades are spent, and the only company left are the ghouls. He brandishes his piece like a club, striking with a vengeance deal. He throws a punch so fierce; he can't even tell which way his own arm is pointing. Claws sink into his flesh, and teeth try to reduce his coat to even more shreds than it already is.

If the ghouls don't do it, Ellie will take care of him permanently. If Ellie doesn’t, it’s Nora. He's a corpse on two legs, a walking testament to the grim reaper's handiwork. Kind of like those ghouls around him.

"Eh! We could have ourselves a merry band, instead of tearing each other limb from limb. Don't you fancy that? Our mugs were so damn hideous; we would make a shock team."

There's one or two that making a funny expression, but it's just a ploy to catch them off guard. He felt a sudden tug, like a hook sinking deep into his ribs. Something strong enough to knock him out. As he was staring at the ceiling, he wondered where it all went wrong. Amidst this ocean of limbs and fangs, he couldn't no longer discern one from the other. He knew the endgame all too well. As he plummeted backwards, he knew without a doubt that this was the end. Once he hits the pavement, they'll smother him like a funeral shroud, sinking their teeth in and leaving him for dead.

He couldn't even land a punch on 'em.

He shut his eyes tight, attempting to distract his thoughts from the agony ripping him asunder. He got any idea how many are still standin'. It was hard to tell. Five, seven? Yet enough to shatter any hope of an easy way out. But one thing was for sure, he had been trigger-happy. Thirty slugs, thirty creeps. A pair of deadly grenades. If he were Nora, he'd be tallying up the bullets he's got left. But he's Nick. Nick lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The gun lay in his hand, cold and empty. It was as empty as his soul. He had no bullets left, no means of protection. He was vulnerable, exposed to the ravenous ghoul. The city was a dangerous place, and he always knew it well. All he could do was wait for the inevitable, his pockets were barren, devoid of any contents.

He ought to have savored a final puff of smoke before embarking on his journey. The package nestled in his inner pocket, forever out of reach. Maybe one day, a scavenger. He couldn't help but wonder if there'd be any scraps left of him.

His tactics appeared to be effective. The sting of claws and the bite of teeth no longer register in his sensors. The weight of the beasts no longer bears down on his limbs and stomach. The treacherous and infinite attack that surrounds him no longer registers by his intern.

"Nice place for a nap. If that's your fancy, we've got some cozy beds just a couple blocks down."

"I believed this batch of synths wasn't catching any shuteye."

"Okay, new ones."

Nick slowly pries open his weary eyes, one at a time. Two enigmatic beings struggle aside, disposing of the lifeless husks that surround him like a veil of death. It was the sunglasses that gave him away, amidst a sea of faces and costumes. One could spot him from a mile abroad those dark lenses hiding his eyes but revealing his identity. Nick couldn't help but ponder if the spy was privy to the extent of his treachery. But when you're in the dark and clueless...

Nick was in the dark about the second one, but Deacon's comment hinted at a fresh face in the game.

He was above all taken aback by the fact that he hadn't caught the sound of any gunshots. He ought to have, but he didn't. Or did the grunting, just inches from his ears, cover them? The gumshoe ain't one to get caught up in the nitty-gritty in this like time. He grasps the proffered hand with a firm grip, but as soon as he rises, he disregards the barrage of inquiries and bolts into the alleyway.

"What's gotten into him?"

"He's got a dame to find."

"Where's the girl?"

He spun around to face the spy, his voice sharp as a knife, as he noticed the crow's nest was deserted.

"At HQ. She sauntered in, on her knees. She pleaded us for help her. By the way, pal, Dez wants to have a little chat with you about the hush-hush side of our joint."

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#nick valentine #oc sarah #deacon #fallout 4 #sassenash writing

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juudaimes-true-form · 2 years

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Target Zero: There’s Nothing Fun About Disharmony

Title: I Want To Fight Too! Author: Juudy Next Chapter: Target One: Dreams Can Be Deadly Summary: Kyoko wants to fight too but she knows that they won't let her. That won't stop her, though. If they won't help her then she'll just help herself.

“What is that, Onii-san?!” Kyoko shrieked. The cage in front of her was nothing like a sumo match. He said that he was going to a sumo competition. Onii-san had promised her that he’d stop fighting, the only exception being as a sport. Her brother only gave her a wide smile and loudly proclaimed, “It’s EXTREME sumo.”

It was a lie, of course. Kyoko knew that, but she nodded and told her brother good luck with his match, planning on making good luck charms for ‘the whole set of monkeys’. Hana’s words, not hers. Besides, her Onii-san would tell her when he was ready. If he was doing anything really, really dangerous then he knew that she would be by his side. If he didn’t tell her of his sumo match then it was nothing to worry about. It was not important.

***

Her brother was so energetic and strong. It looked so, so wrong to see him lying down like this on a hospital bed. He hadn’t noticed her, he was asleep. But he laid so still, Kyoko expected to find cold, stiff skin under her hand when she touched him. Yet, his body was warm as ever.

It was wrong.

Her brother was not supposed to sit still. Even in his sleep, he had always moved. Always moving, sometimes acting out entire dreams and -to Kyoko’s amazement- doing full exercise routines with his eyes closed and no recollection of it later. But you wouldn’t guess that now. Not from the way he lay. His face looked peaceful, and, that’s what broke Kyoko. Big honey-brown eyes watered, her bottom lip trembled. What was her brother doing, to make him such a big target? What was he doing? Why wouldn’t he tell her? He would tell her soon, though. Kyoko forced her tears back, Ryohei would tell her soon. Maybe he hadn’t known how dangerous it was before. Now that he knows, he will tell her. Kyoko was convinced of it.

~~~

She came back later, after it was publicly known that Ryohei was in the hospital. She feigned shock at her brother in a full body cast, though it wasn’t entirely an act. Seeing her brother so hurt as to be in the hospital, it still shocked her to a degree. Her brother had smiled at her as she came in.

“Onii-san, what happened?” She asked in a tone that promised a light scolding depending on the answer. Her brother would tell her now, he would give her the correct answer.

“I slipped down an EXTREME set of stairs!”

Kyoko was too shocked to scold him properly. She had been silent for a second too long. Putting on the face her mother would give her when she would catch Kyoko sneaking sweets, she gave her best impression of her mother, “Ara, you’re so clumsy sometimes. Be careful around stairs in the future.” She didn’t miss Tsuna’s dumbfounded face. He must think that she bought it. Sometimes Tsuna was such a monkey. With that she gave one last scold to Ryohei and left the room. Almost immediately, her mind was racing and not with the truth.

Her brother had lied again. What was he thinking? Was he thinking? Why was he fighting? Was he looking for trouble? No, he wouldn’t. Right? He promised. He always made good on his promises. It must’ve been an attack. And yet, Kyoko’s heart whispered a small no. Kyoko ignored this doubt. She had infinite trust in her brother. Infinite trust.

Hana gave her a concerned look. Kyoko was mildly surprised that Hana was here. But Hana was visibly disturbed by that fact. They had always been able to tell when the other was near. Hana stayed silent, maybe it was the way Kyoko’s honey-brown eyes were darker today or how her lip just barely trembled while she smiled. But Kyoko hardly noted this, instead, she was confused by the sour taste that was left in her mouth, quite literally, whenever she thought of her brother’s most recent lie. It made her anxious.

***

Tsuna is kind. Kyoko has known this for the longest time and Haru had just learned this. How did Haru miss that anyhow? Haru talked alot and Kyoko found herself liking it. Haru didn’t expect her to keep polite conversation. Haru didn’t drool or stumble over their words or put on a facade of manliness whenever Kyoko talked to her. Haru was okay with Kyoko simply tuning her out. They were both in their own minds after all. Just expressed in different ways. Kyoko dived back into her thoughts before her tangent.

Tsuna is also resilient. How else would he have endured years of bullying? Hana thinks that, if raised in the proper environment, Tsuna might not have become a monkey. Tsuna is friends with her Onii-san, he even calls him Onii-san! He will tell her the truth, he knows how it feels not to be told things. It used to be a game in the higher echelons of the school hierarchy to purposely withhold party invitations from Tsuna and invite the rest of the school. That way when Tsuna came to school, he could not relate to anyone elses weekends and it hindered his ability to make friends. It was a smart plan, Kyoko had made it herself after all. Though it had flaws that she had not thought of before putting it in practice. It was meant to ostracize Tsuna’s main bullies but it’s original purpose had long been twisted.

Finally, she found the fluffy human known as Tsuna. A blinding -but not too blinding, that would be suspicious, smile found its place on her face. “Tsuna!” He turned to her, surprised. She was on the rooftop with Haru. It was obvious that Tsuna didn’t want Haru there. Kyoko bowed, in her hand being the good luck charm for Tsuna.

“What’s this for?”

“Your sumo matches, they’re good luck charms.” Kyoko held her breath, this was the test. He would tell her the truth. He didn’t like lying, right?

“Ha, oh those. Thank you.” Kyoko couldn’t help the small sting of betrayal. Tsuna had lied to her! He was just like her brother. Tsuna had failed the test. Time for his ‘reward’. The minute Tsuna took the charm, Kyoko stood up straight and gave him a care-free, regular smile. She didn’t leave, instead she let Haru speak.

“Hahi, I hope it brings you much luck Kyoko worked hard to make everyone one.” Kyoko inwardly smirked, she was aware of Tsuna’s crush on her. Now she was anyway. Hana had told her. She left, catching a glimpse of Tsuna’s disappointment at not being the only one to receive a charm. It filled her with a rotten delight.

***

Kyoko sat on her bed. Hana stood above her, scissors in hand. Kyoko hadn’t spoken a word and neither had Hana. Hana dutifully cut the hair, right at the base of the head. Just the way Kyoko liked it.

“What’s wrong?” Hana asked, the worry clearly present, “You’ve been like this since giving the charm to the fluffy monkey.”

“You think he’s fluffy?”

“That was not my question.”

“Do you think my brother would lie to me?”

Hana’s movements paused, “He is a monkey. Yes.” We all lie.

“But to me. Would he lie to me?”

“He has.”

“About something important, Hana.”

“You know the monkey.” Kyoko read between the words.

“Hey! Leave my sister alone!” A little, 6 year old white haired boy shouted. He drew the attention of two big boys.

“And if we don’t?”

“Then I’ll beat you up!” Of course, he couldn’t but Kyoko got away from the big boys and that was enough for her Onii-san.

“He thinks he’s protecting me.” Kyoko didn’t ask, she knew it. This was why he wasn’t telling her. He didn’t want to see her in the hospital, lying still and silent like he was. Her Onii-san was trying to protect her. Kami, Ryohei was something! He was too sweet to Kyoko. He was always trying to protect her. Kyoko sighed. If he is protecting her, then how could she fault him or Tsuna for lying. She would hold on longer. She would stand by them, even if it was from the sidelines.

***

Chrome was sick, very sick. She was barely hanging on to life as it was. Kyoko stood at the door frame, her jaw set in a hard line. Her eyes a dark-brown that they hadn’t been for a long time. She made her way across the room in five long strides. Chrome was so pale, her stomach was much more caved in than Kyoko remembered.

“Kuromu, what happened?” She muttered, “They are letting you know what’s happening. If someone who knows is beaten this badly. . .” She trailed off, refusing to finish the sentence -at least out loud. Should she say it aloud then she would need to face it and accept it. But she wouldn’t be harmed. Tsuna-san was going to make everything right again. He said so. Kyoko gave one last look to Chrome and left. Kyoko just had to believe a little bit longer and she would be back home. Her father would be happy to see her and her classmates would welcome her back with open arms. Hana would be mad, though. She ignored the gnawing feeling that settled deep in her gut.

***

Haru and Kyoko chop vegetables for tonight's dinner and Kyoko couldn’t help but let her mind wander, after all, the recipe was a simple one that she could’ve done in her sleep if she wanted to. Haru, in Kyoko’s mind, was so lucky. She didn’t want to know that the boys were up to. Haru didn’t mind that both Lambo and I-pin had a better chance of survival and had more grasp on what was happening compared to herself and Haru. Lambo and I-pin were only grade-schoolers and yet they carried more weapons than the normal person. In fact, I-pin’s gyoza buns shouldn’t have been allowed to cross the border! Kyoko only has faint memories of what had happened that day. Her mind told her that it was nothing but a dream and yet, her core said otherwise. Before, she would have waved it off but with everything that was happening? How could she trust her mind?

“Kyoko! Kyoko!”

“Huh?”

Haru frowned, “Hahi, are you okay? You weren’t responding. We’re done.”

“Oh!” Kyoko gave her a small smile, “Sorry, my mind slipped away from me. Why don’t we get Lambo and I-pin? I’m sure they’ll want to help us set the table.”

“Hai, I’ll get Lambo!”

~~~

It didn’t take long to find I-pin. She was still in the coloring room, cleaning up the mess that Lambo and her had made. Kyoko gave her a bright smile, “I-pin, come. Do you want to help set the table?” Putting away the last of the mess, I-pin gave a nod and came to Kyoko’s side.

“I-pin, why,” Kyoko hesitated, “why do you follow the red baby?”

“Master is not a baby! Master saved me! I-pin love master!” Kyoko didn’t follow-up on her question. She went into thought, concerned with I-pin’s response. Why would a six year old have a master? Was the ‘Master’ like Reborn and Collenello? An insanely short adult -sorry an Arcobaleno? What even was that? She’d heard the term being used to refer to Reborn but what the hell was an Acrobaleno anyway? There were too many questions and not one of these. . .these monkeys would give her an answer. Kyoko growled a little.

“I-pin you can place the plates,” Haru’s voice felt hoarse, not enough to raise questions or teasing from the children but enough that Kyoko, who knew her voice, could tell. Kyoko swallowed down her anger, couldn’t the boys see how their plans were affecting Haru? Unlike Kyoko, Haru loved her parents and now her parents have ‘left the country’. Really? How was she supposed to trust that they hadn’t left to become stars? There was only so much one could do against evil, ambiguous, genius overlords. How could Haru be sure her parents were safe? She felt anger bubble under her skin. Her hands itched to destroy something, her face twisted into a scowl. She pushed her anger away, she would persevere and get back home.

She didn’t notice the dull throb deep in her soul.

***

Kyoko let herself be escorted to another room. She tried to distract herself with entertaining the little kids but she couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation. When she was let back into the room, she knew that she would have one week back in the present. Heh. Imagine being back in the present. She hoped Hana would forgive her disappearance. Hana must’ve been worried sick wondering what happened to her. Was she really that desperate to be back to her Hana? Future Hana was great too but she was so different. That’s how it is when you don’t mature with the people around you, you feel weird, out of place and different --and not in the best way. She glanced at the door, subconsciously, “That’s what’s happening, isn’t it? Ryohei and I aren’t on the same page. We’re growing in two different ways.”

“Eh?” Haru asked, concern weaved in her usually sparkling brown eyes. Kyoko put on her best smile and waved the question away, “It was nothing.” Haru looked at her for a second longer before nodding.

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