#Tecs going wild

[tectco]

RAHAHAHAHAH RAHHHHH IM FONNA KILL MYSELF, AHHHH THE FINALE, AUGGHHHH IM FREAKING OVER HUSK AND MY FRIENDS ATE JUDGING ME AUGGGHHHH SOMEONE SEDATE ME AUGGHHHHH HUSK

#hazbin hotel #Tecs going wild

[bisexualiteaa]

actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks she’s too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her 🥵 please work your magic and elaborate however you want

A Flame in Your Heart

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy y’all, you’ve been warned. 💀 unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader

AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! ❤️

Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways you’d never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, you’d never felt so alone. You weren’t sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasn’t until you’d passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didn’t take kindly to people like you. “Vaulties” she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. “I’ll be going then, have a nice day!” You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you weren’t sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.

“I ain’t no charity case sweetheart, I don’t take on strays” The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. “The dog there with you tells me otherwise” you quipped. “Ain’t my dog” he responded harshly as he continued walking. “I can make it worth your while!” You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. “And how you suppose you’d do that?” He asked, and at first you didn’t know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? “Well…I can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuff” you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. “‘f I wanted a pack mule I’d‘ve found a brahman” he shot you down. “Okay, then I can be good company to talk to!” You offered. “They make radios for when I want to listen to someone yack” he shut down once again. “I’m a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew that’d put a smile even on the meanest son of a gun’s face” you said, hopeful that he’d at least take you for something, but you had a feeling he’d probably turn you down again. “Iguana on a stick’s just fine” he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. “Oh, umm…” you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.

“Got a lotta nerve walkin’ up t’ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ain’t met dangerous yet, you’re lookin’ at someone who could put you down before you’d even mutter your last words” he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. “I know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. I’m new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same way” you explained. “Look, I know I don’t look like much but please just give me a chance” you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. “You help me, I help you, however that ends up being” you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didn’t see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. “Alright, but the minute you start draggin’ you’re out, got me?” He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. “I don’t do hugs” he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where he’d drop the gun back to his side. “R-Right…sorry” you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. “C’mon, I ain’t got all day now” he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.

Your travels with him certainly weren’t at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time you’d traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you weren’t prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why you’d ever left the comfort of the vault, why you’d abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasn’t riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasn’t unclaimed. You’d gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than you’d talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you weren’t great with a gun, but you were getting there.

“Might I suggest takin’ them clothes instead of wearin’ that suit?” He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. “Why would I do that…?” You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. “Because, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here don’t like vaulties or the ones that run ‘em” he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.

Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing he’s had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldn’t manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. “Ain’t no use if the cold gets ya” he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. “Thank you” you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. “Don’t say I never did nothin’ for ya” he replied, trying to sound cold but it didn’t come off that way, making you chuckle. “What do I owe you?” You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. “Just keep watch for a bit, I’ll be up in a few hours” he responded, and while it wasn’t what you were expecting, you’d take it.

He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didn’t seem to like that very much, claiming that wasn’t how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. “Well would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payin’ off after all. How’s it feel?” He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. “He was yelling at me but…he was aiming at you. I don’t really know what came over me, I didn’t like that he was going to shoot you so I just…I killed him” you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadn’t seen it himself. He didn’t really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. You’d just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time that’s passed since? He wasn’t sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. “Get some rest vaultie, sun’ll be up soon” he said, knowing you likely wouldn’t get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.

When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You weren’t some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.

When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as you’d smiled sweetly at him. “Glad to know I don’t have germs anymore” you said jokingly, making him chuckle. “Give an old man some credit. It ain’t exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlin’, even cute can be deadly” he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing it’s just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldn’t quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. “Just teasin’ you, I get it. I’d tie me up and use me for bait too if I’d been doing this as long as you have. It’s a shit hole out here” you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word he’s ever heard from you. “Well I’ll be damned, either I’m a bad influence or you’re finally growin’ outta that naive shell there, vaultie” Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one you’d seen in a while that wasn’t brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. “Probably both” you quipped, making him chuckle. “Yeah, probably. Been told I ain’t easy to stomach” he said, making you hum. “You’re alright in my book, Coop” you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? “You ain’t so bad yourself, vaultie” he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. “Keep making food this good and I just might have to keep you around” he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. “It’s not much but I certainly try. I’ll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with you” you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?

“Hey, if it isn’t too much can I ask you a sort of…personal question?” You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasn’t here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasn’t been so on edge with you, it was like he’d warmed up to you. “Depends on what you’re askin’ there, sweetheart” he said, the nickname once again making you blush. “Do you…miss them? Your wife and daughter?” You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasn’t sure. “Ain’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about ‘em. About the way I ran out on ‘em when them bombs dropped” he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open he’s been with you this whole time. “I feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runnin’ out and leavin’ ‘em behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryin’ t’ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ain’t sure” he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things they’ve done in the past that they aren’t proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. “Well, in the short time I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I don’t think you should blame yourself for doing so” you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if you’d opened something in his mind, something he’d never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didn’t flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldn’t. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. “Guess you’re right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to make” he replied. “I understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that we’ve done before in regret, it’s what makes us human” you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. “You got anybody?” He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. “An ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..” you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what you’d asked of him to share. “Sorry t’ hear that” Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. “I haven’t exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?” You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. “He was the fool, not you darlin’. He was the one skippin’ out on one hell of a woman” Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.

“Thanks” you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, you’d been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-“ “relax vaultie” he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. “It’s…rather nice actually” he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. “Then there it can stay” you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.

Months passed on like this, where you’d spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way you’d hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way you’d go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. You’d helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights there’d be so much tension in the air, it’s a miracle you haven’t jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. You’d been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didn’t need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didn’t kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didn’t look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed that’s where the term “opposites attract” came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.

Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache you’d both ever laid eyes on. “Coop! Come here, you gotta see this” you said, making him run towards you to make sure you weren’t hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. “Tell me I’m not seeing shit” you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. “Well ain’t that just the prettiest fuckin’ sight” he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. “This is the closest fuckin’ thing to a slice of heaven I’ve seen in ages” he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldn’t speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. “You said it!” you replied, and it’s even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. “Holy shit, this thing still works?” You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. “Guess so” he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. “I dunno about you baby doll, but I ain’t about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittin’ here ‘n front of us” he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.

In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasn’t the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka he’d found to wait for it to take effect. “The hell is DN?” He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. “Don’t know, guess we’ll find out here soon because I took two” you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. “You come a mighty long way, little lady” he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There weren’t any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldn’t be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. “Shit, it’s hot as hell in here…” you complained, shaking off your jacket that you’d picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. “Lightweight” he quipped, making you chuckle. “Accept I don’t feel anything, I just feel hot” you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. “Give it some time, you’re new to all this. ‘m sure your body is wonderin’ what the hell you just put in it” he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.

As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldn’t help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. You’d rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. “Been awful quiet. You doin’ alright over there, sweetheart?” Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me all the sudden. I feel so…weird?” you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. “Ya took some chems, it’s gonna feel a bit fuzzy” he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didn’t feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldn’t grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. “No, this is different…I don’t think what I took was a normal chem, Coop…” you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. “I feel like an animal in heat” you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. “I ain’t ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?” He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.

“Hey, ya with me still?” He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. “Is that DN shit the only thing you took?” He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing he’d never heard of before. He knew it wasn’t the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadn’t.

It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tin’s lid. “Shit..” he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. “Did you read the lid before you popped them pills?” He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldn’t get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. “There was instructions?? Oh my god…what the fuck did I take?” You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. “Somethin’ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like it’s a…well looks like it’s a handmade sex chem” he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, you’d never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. “Please tell me you’re fucking joking, cooper…” you whined, watching him read it more. “How much of it did you take?” He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. “Two?” You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. “Fuckin’ hell sugar..” he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. “You’re only s’possed take one, and with you bein’ new t’ all this, I wouldn’t have taken more than half” he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. “Fuck me…wait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean I’d like if you did but…FUCK! Forgive me Cooper, I’m so sorry, I can hardly think straight” you said, making him chuckle. “Well sweetheart, I think you and I both know there’s only one good fix for this situation” he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you weren’t the only one all worked up here. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-“ you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.

“I won’t lie t’ you, doin’ this with you has passed my mind more times than I’d care to admit, but I don’t wanna cross that line unless you really want this” he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. “Coop, I know I’m under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, I’d be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if I’m honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you don’t fuck me” you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. “That so sugar?” He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. “God yes, Cooper please..” you begged, nearly moaning in reply and he’d spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. “Good, because I don’t think I’d be able to hold myself back once we’ve started” he said, and the idea made you moan. “Don’t want you to hold back, want all of you” you said, and your wish was his command.

By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, you’d already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. “Yes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!” you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldn’t stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. “Doin’ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whore” he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. “Yeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?” He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasn’t a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. “Never knew such a sweet lil’ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. Fuck…enough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?” he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing you’d pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. “My, you are just a little freak, ain’t you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honey” he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “Cooper…’m so close, so close please!!” You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. “Go on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you make” he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna cum again, I-“ you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. “Well ain’t I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and she’s a gusher” he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. “Holy shit, I-I didn’t know I could do that” you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. “Do it again for me” he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. “Now that’s a damn good sight” he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.

It’s a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooper’s side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. “Mornin’ sunshine” he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. “Morning” you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. “Ain’t that a pretty sight” he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. “Last night was definitely something, can’t believe you’ve been holding all *that* out on me” you joked, making him give a dry laugh. “Could say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. You’re a wild thing to party with, lil’ lady” he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. “You’re fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plans” you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. “Drunk words are sober thoughts they say, so I’d say I made out pretty good. But don’t sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but it’s good to know I ain’t as hard to stomach as most people say” he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. “I think you are just perfect, Cooper” you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore he’d do anything to see pointed his way.

“You really wanna be my girl?” He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drug’s effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasn’t felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. “I absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think we’ve danced around it for long enough, don’t you?” you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile you’ve seen him wear since you’d met. “Just checkin’” he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.

#fallout x reader #fallout smut #fallout #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #sole survivor #cooper howard x you #the ghoul #the ghoul smut #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #asks

[fantastic-nonsense]

Now that we're a few months on from Batgirls ending, and with solicits out for the next few months, how are you feeling about where they're situated within DC right now?

(With the possible exception of Babs. I suspect I know exactly how you feel about Babs, because I feel very similar. About how she's situated in DC. right now.)

My short answer for how DC is treating the Batgirls right now is "much better than where they were in 2020 but significantly worse than where they should be, especially compared to all of the Robins."

In order, I think Cassandra is (ironically, considering the history there) being treated the best, being given the meatiest stories, and being utilized in ways that actually showcase her motivations and skillset. She co-starred in Spirit World, is a major supporting character in Ram V's Detective Comics run, and is now co-starring in Birds of Prey. Her pre-reboot history and characterization has basically been completely restored (except for that awful era we Do Not Talk About™, which. good.) and we have a concrete and tangible narrative direction for her again. Frankly, it's absolutely wild to be a Cass fan in 2023 seeing how she's being treated right now after 15+ years of some of the worst character treatment imaginable.

Barbara is in a very distant second place largely because of the implied elephant in the room (Tom Taylor's usage of her in the Nightwing book, the ableism, and DC's stubborn refusal to commit to letting her be Oracle full-time again). I'm also still....very frustrated and upset by Kelly Thompson's decision to relaunch Birds of Prey without her given that Babs has headlined BOP since the very beginning, in every iteration of the team, and the team would not exist without her. However, I do have to note that she's once again being showcased as a fully grown adult woman, is being regularly featured in comics, and is being utilized as Oracle in books like Ram V's Tec run, so there's potential there despite no one at DC seemingly being very interested in doing anything substantial with her beyond letting her be "Dick's computer geek girlfriend."

Which ultimately puts her above Stephanie...who basically isn't appearing anywhere significant now that Batgirls has ended and she's not dating Tim anymore. Which is...not great, to put it mildly. If you ask me why that's happened, it's because Steph has spent the majority of her appearances since her reintroduction back in 2014 being treated as "Tim's girlfriend" rather than her own character with her own wants, goals, and potential storylines. So where does she go now that Tim's dating Bernard? I don't know, but none of the writers at DC seem very interested in doing anything with her right now.

This treatment is of course very much in contrast to every single male Robin and ex-Robin character...where everyone except Tim (whose dedicated solo ongoing just finished) will either have active solo ongoings (Dick, Damian) or a solo mini (Jason) running as of February 2024. The difference in treatment is stark...but of course, that's nothing new to fans of the Batfam women. At least Kate is getting some chance to shine over in Outsiders, I guess, however poorly titled the book is.

#asks #dc comics #dc fanwank #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #don't even get me started on helena. Ram V (the man. the myth. the legend) is the only one using her & she may as well not exist otherwise

[ladykagewaki]

A few thoughts on TBB S3E6&7 spoilers spoilers spoilers

They called the CloneX's "Shadows". I think they broadly illustrate what happens when the clones make the dark and unehtical choices. A shaddow version of the clones. I believe that the last CloneX we saw was not Tech, but a shadow version of Tech. Not his body in that suit, but some other reg. They are just kind of lurking all over the place.

I think we didn't see this CloneX's face because in that instance he represented Tec and Crosshair's dark sides at different times. While fighting in the river CloneX said to Crosshair "You had your chance to be one of us…You chose the wrong side." This feels like what Crosshair said to Hunter at the end of S1 and what he clung to until he chose his brothers over the Empire.

The drowning was very symbollic too - Star Wars Explained likened it to baptism and I can't believe I didn't see it in the moment. His old self died and he was reborn. I felt his old self/shadow self nearly killed him, but Crosshair was saved by his family when Howzer stunned CloneX.

Yes, I saw parallels between Tech's experiences and CloneX - having his leg (and everything else) crushed, going through the water and down a waterfall, being shot at by Crosshair when he is climbing (like while in the ion engine in S1), falling…I saw it, but I felt it was more along the lines of comparing their choices. It illustrated parallels between their experiences and the outcomes.

Tech made sacrifices for his family, and was (except for his last sacrifice) taken care of by his family. Loved and missed. Nobody is missing these CloneX guys. The Batch is all greiving for Tech. This CloneX guy went through all the same things with dark solitary motivations and no one was there for him at the end. No one. His communicator did not even work. Even Wolffe just took off with his squad without a thought about him.

I considered a Winter Tech, and I half like the idea, but there are so many other things happening, so many messages they are trying to impart I feel like a Winter Tech would be one of the less interesting and obvious options. The lighting, the music, the nuanced story telling? They make choices that feel so authentic and genuine to life that I can't see them pulling a Marvel comic book trick like that...unless they have a wild and wonderful twist on it. But I'm not counting on it.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb s3 #bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #cloneX #crosshair

[the-batacombs]

Thinking about Jason. I don't know why, he hasn't had a serious turn in my head yet, I guess. Also the half-argument from...Batman 137? where they're yelling about like, death and crime and utilitarianism -- that got stuck in my head.

Anyway it lines up with this other issue I have with DC comics, which is that the way they write Batman sometimes feels...deeply hypocritical? Other heroes kill people and fight violent criminals but aren't enmeshed in a deep dark tragic space where they're always apparently two steps away from turning into a deeply immoral/abusive/totalitarian figure. But future/AU Batmen are routinely stuck in this box. As far as I can tell, the potential reasons are

(a) there's something wrong with Gotham. (This is what's happening in the current 'Tec run, I think, and exists in all the "Gotham eats her children" headcanons.)

(b) Gotham's villain-hero landscape is uniquely disturbing and eats away at the souls of its participants. (??? I guess? This feels silly unless it's explained by (a), and fairly boring as a basis for storytelling, at least to me.)

(c) Bruce Wayne is has a uniquely sensitive empathetic response, and is probably really poorly suited to a life with this much violence, and all of it just hits him harder than it does the other heroes; people like Bruce tend to self-select out, and Bruce is just stubborn.

Wonder Woman kills people and the WW writers don't throw themselves all over the page talking about how Wonder Woman is going to succumb to a life of violence and trauma. (I mean, maybe sometimes they do. I'm woefully under-read on WW, but I'm confident enough in this assertion to put it here. Corrections welcome!)

So like...what's up with Batman? Future!Batman!Tim and future!Batman!Damian get this treatment as well, sometimes, and that's also baffling -- because Bruce Wayne, so far, hasn't succumbed to the kind of deeply immoral/abusive/totalitarian figure that DC likes to portray as just lurking around the corner. Is he uniquely able to withstand the pressure of the role? (Well, Bruce and Dick Grayson, of course.)

And with Jason...I do get Bruce's position. A death is a death is a death and at its heart (thank you Kingdom Come), Bruce is just trying to make it so that no one dies. Jason has a utilitarian point, as is sketched out in Batman 137, but it seems clear the actual issue is simply that his ethical position is different from Batman's. Jason thinks a death can be justified; Bruce doesn't.

(Are there any Cass and Jason comics? Because I would love love to see a Cass "ripped the bat off of Kate's costume" Cain and a Jason Todd ideological clash.)

(Why are Cass and Jason on the same side of Gotham War? DC, did you think this through?)

But, see: Batman works with Wonder Woman. Batman adores Wonder Woman. He may disagree with her methods, but that doesn't prevent Trinity team-up after intergalactic mission after them all showing up in each other's comics. So why are Batman and the Red Hood constantly at each other's throats? / Or -- why does DC seem to act as if there is no solution? / Why can't Batman work alongside the Red Hood? Some thoughts:

(a) The paternalism issue; Bruce considers himself uniquely responsible for Jason's actions, and his stepping aside as condoning them. The feels like an easy solution: Bruce Wayne's kid is not a kid anymore. He can make his own decisions.

(b) Gotham again. What other people do in other cities is their own business, but Gotham is Batman's city and he's not going to stand by and let Gothamites be killed. (Counterpoint: Kate? I haven't read any Batwoman but the extent to which DC keeps these separate is wild.)

(c) Jason refuses to consider a team-up without Batman's concession to his methods/refuses to change his methods in the interests of temporary peace. (Valid as an interpersonal stance but I thought we did this already in Urban Legends? Maybe not.)

Anyway I don't have a solution to this yet but I'm pretty sure Wonder Woman is the key. It'll probably come out as a fanfic by the end of the year; I've got a title already, so it had better.

#jason todd #red hood #robin ii #batman #bruce wayne #wonder woman #I'm literally just thinking aloud here #everyone acts like it's impossible to solve and someone has to cave but I don't think that's exactly it #it's like -- yeah do I think they're going to come around to the same page? no. do I want them to? also no. #but do I think they could reconcile? yes. #I want them to both maintain their positions and have their primary conflict change and develop #rather than rehashing the shape of the same fight again and again #I'm also not as well-read as a lot of you #I'm working on it but it's slow #so if I say something demonstrably wrong you're welcome to provide a correction #anyway opinions change and all and I might have a different perspective in eight months but I've been thinking about this a fair amount #lately

[luthiest]

08.14.22

guys i went to an art supply store in soho and went absolutely buck wild 😵‍💫😵‍💫 by which i mean i bought a bunch of new pens and erasers teehee

pen recap (!!) belowwww:

the uni pin fine line 01 marker in sepia is such a wonderful color !! my new go to for planners, it’s just so pleasant to look at against off white paper. comparable to the micron/fabercastle fine line markers

tried the pilot g-tec-c3 0.3 in black and it’s okay, but it’s not as smooth of a writing experience as the pentel pens. feels kinda brittle.

the pentel slicci 0.25 in black is remarkably smooth for the size, but it’s probably better suited for fine detail art than writing

the pentel hybrid technica 0.3 in black!! ding ding we have a winner. really smooth, feels sturdy under pressure, good for writing and drawing.. def my fav of the ink pens i bought

also got a zebra bp f-301 0.7 ballpoint in blue, for no real reason besides it being retractable and having a fantastic click.. it does what ballpoint pens do, i wouldn’t say it’s any better than like a bic ballpoint in performance, but the weight of the stainless steel and the clickiness of the button is enjoyable

i picked up a prismacolor artgum eraser and a factis ov12 !! another purely aesthetic decision, but they both erase pencil well ? which is good ? the factis eraser looks so akira/solarpunk, it could erase like shit and id still carry it around in my bag lolol

i always get really nervous about using washi tape since so little comes on a roll for a lot of them, but the nichiban washi tape i got comes w a lot and is good and sticky! i needed the 3mm width for bridge setup, so i’m pretty excited to use it for both journaling AND luthiering.

i’ve been on the hunt for a good/more accessible replacement for muji pens for a while… i always come back to them because i happen to live near a storefront and the ink is refillable, but i just don’t LOVE the drawing experience, which is pretty integral to the kind of note taking i do for school.

i’ll keep y’all updated on my pen journey lol, hope everyone’s weekend was good and restful 🤍🤍

#studyblr #studyspo #light academia #bujo aesthetic #pentesting #mine #product info

[dailycass-cain]

Alright, I have time to finally do this!

Detective Comics #1078 continues the rollercoaster ride that this run is by Ram V. But what of the Cass shenanigans in this issue? Well, here are my thoughts...

This is "so far" Cass's biggest appearance (in costume) in the run to date with four pages (on par with the prior issue).

But what we get again is absolute gold here.

As introduced in the last issue Cass's plot here is simple: her and Mr. Freeze raid the underground to free those imprisoned by the Orghams (which is what she discovered when introduced in this run).

Though I just want to relish and enjoy Jason Shawn Alexander's Cass. Right at the onset there's a CLEAR distinction (save for the white eyes) that, "We're going with the classic Batgirl outfit for Cass in this story! Oh. OOOOOH!!"

Again, Ram V knows to use the character for a "crowd-pleasing" moment (much as he's been spinning so many good Lian/Jade goodies, and the entrance Jean-Paul gets this issue).

Literally, this issue is a "candy store" of character fun for long-time readers of Ram V's bat stuff and those who've followed the characters here.

Which is hilarious given the main plot is Batman about to be publically hanged.

But yeah, all the stuff I want in a Batman comic this run is summed up in this issue. Heck, we even have the Joker popping in to watch this all. Creepy effective, and a nice bit of "trolling" to see the Orghams aren't in complete control.

Even if they act like they do (even by the issue's end, though I'm noting a few team members recruited by Selina who haven't shown up on this issue. SOOOO that makes me wonder when "they'll" show up).

But back to Cass, the sequence she was in had me grinning ear to ear. Like I said before, already the intro is setting up something and I'm like, "Is this comic gonna go somewhere with this?"

Yes, it does.

We get an action sequence that literally reminded me of the Puckett/Scott run. Like Ram V was taking notes reading that run (which so should get an Omni) and had Alexander do his own thing as Cass gracefully takes out Orgham goons.

Just I like Alexander's take as he uses the cape to showcase Cass's motion throughout the fight. And the icing on the cake?

The next page with a certain playful reaction Cass gives as more come in.

PERFECTION.

The whole scene had me squeeing hard and it was only just three pages. THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. Compressed but perfectly executed. No space wasted.

I think if there's any negative is well, how no one barely talks of this issue or how no one really is talking about this more. How, the masochists are enjoying the pain of the main book while this keeps delivering gold.

That and, it just is such a well-oiled run that it pays off stuff from prior Ram V runs (Catwoman) or the earlier half of this run. But man, reading this and seeing the seeds bearing fruit is nice.

I suggested to a friend who asked me on the current state of DC comics, how the Batman comics were doing. I told him to just start at the beginning when Ram V was on Catwoman and work his way to the current Tec run so he too could enjoy every payoff that we get.

But yeah. This was another AMAZING issue. Like, I'm floored at just how GOOD this comic continues to be. That, and I'm curious to see where this run goes next.

Like, what will be the Orghams' downfall? Will the team made by Selina's succeed? Will, they only half? If so? What will befall Gotham? How does a certain "hurtful" character factor into this all?

That's what I truly enjoy when comics do that. When things aren't so predictable. When it's WILD, and anything could happen next.

Though part of me hopes we get a Cass backup tale. I'm crossing my fingers for one given Eiko got one this issue, Renee, Jean-Paul, and Lian/Jade prior.

I just wonder WHAT the story would be?

No matter what THIS is my face on whatever Ram V has got coming our way.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #my thoughts

[suhmayzooka]

i just realized this parallel so let me share....

in detective comics #571 bruce and robin!jason face the scarecrow (i first mentioned this comic here).

how does batman overcome scarecrow's fear gas? well... by "replacing the fears...with the most terrible fear [he] could conceive." what is bruce's most terrible fear, you ask? the one that shielded him against scarecrow?

jason's death. yep. ouch.

if the tragic foreshadowing isn't enough, let's fast forward to batman #629, the penultimate issue in the as the crow flies arc which was probably mainly an excuse for winick to foreshadow under the hood, idk.

this issue is notable for having this WILD EMOTIONAL IM GONNA START BITING intense scene where bruce has a fear toxin induced hallucination. what does he see?

a resurrected jason !!!! taunting bruce !!!

"no matter what I do, no matter how many I murder-- and there'll be a lot of them-- you'll never be able to stop me. you love me too much. that's so much worse than the rest of them, isn't it?"

aside from becoming one of my favorite jason quotes (and it's NOT EVEN really  JASON) ... this is such a fun contrast/parallel to 'tec #571, because it’s like all those elements that made up bruce’s fear of jason dying are now forming bruce’s fear of jason returning...

he loves jason so much,, except instead of fearing losing jason, he’s faced with the fear of jason using that same love against him. bruce knows jason knows how much bruce loves him and that’s sadly going to form the basis of the red hood..... jason’s fury that love wasn’t enough to avenge him,,,,,, and bruce’s subconscious acknowledgment that he loves jason too much to stop him, that jason’s different from the other villains because of this core connection bruce and jason have......it’s the LOVE......,,,,.

because it IS so much worse than the rest of them isn’t it!!!  

bro hel p i can’t take this i’m unwelllll

#jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #batfamily #batman #red hood #dc #batclan #lynxreadscomics #i can't i can't

[clay-cuttlefish]

Finishing out post-Crisis continuity on all Renee's highest notes. I miss her (characterization that was outdated by more than a decade before I started reading)

The Question #37

I am going to eat this.

Shiva and Renee are great here, I love how they both work with the theme of rebirth, but it's Tot's driving emotion being greed that makes this issue so critical to me. He's so consistently restrained, the sensible one to Vic and Renee's burning curiosity, and that facade completely shattering to show that he's just as driven to find answers as they are? Chef's kiss.

Tot is the first person to ever shoot Shiva. David Cain has nothing on the power of old man lunacy.

"Charlie, son... Goodbye..." UNHINGED.

The absolute Question dream team on this one: Dennis O'Neil and Greg Rucka on writing, Denys Cowan on pencils, Bill Sienkiewicz on inks, even Cully Hamner doing the cover.

IT'S THE FIVE HUNDREDTH ISSUE TOO???

I don't have the words so please imagine me biting my hand because the normal chewing stim is not powerful enough to vent the feelings.

It helps/worsens the feelings that this is a single issue with no buildup that comes after a few bad minor appearances and Final Crisis, so I've let my guard down.

Pipeline Chapter One (Tec #854-858)

Into Pipeline now. It's not technically a Renee solo, but it's about miniseries length.

She's got a website! And takes cases!

It's nice to have a return to the classic Question staples of being nosy, fighting thugs, trying to help the vulnerable, and getting shot. Good to end up in the river sometimes, yknow? Not everything can be grand evils and crisis events.

The Eighth Deadly Sin (Batman Annual 27, Tec Annual 11)

Dick is way less uptight about getting help than Bruce, so he calls her in to help with a case.

Not important or anything but it's a good time.

GO (Tec #859-860)

Renee's first relationship with Kate, and their first breakup.

Pipeline Chapter Two (Tec #859-865)

Helena!

Renee and Helena reminiscing over Vic is very sweet. It's nice that he's still important to Helena despite how badly it ended.

Nobody tells either of them anything about the superhero community, apparently.

Love that Renee's broke. Charlie left her a lighthouse and Tot's fairly well off but she doesn't have private jet money.

I like that it calls back to 52 with Veronica Cale before following up on Revelations.

"I believe in friendship." I LOVE YOUUUU

The most powerful forces in the world are friendship and also gay longing.

All the Rage (Tec Annual #12, Batman Annual #28)

I don't like this plot at all, but this is important for Renee bearing the Mark of Cain - it doesn't get followed up on in anything else.

Paralleling the Mark with the double Venus scar Renee has from Gotham Central as two scars that provoke religious rejection.

It's wild to me that I didn't come across this the first time I did my Renee reading. I had interpreted the ending of Pipeline as ambiguous, and her appearance in Convergence without it to mean she never received it, but that's just not at all true.

Extending the metaphor here Dick is a kind of insensitive but generally well-meaning lesbian ally. That checks out.

Generally she's written fine in this. Not amazing but it's solid and it gets the point across.

Marked Woman (Tec Annual #12)

The real Mark of Cain was internalized homophobia the whole time, and the reason she's able to bear it is because she's learned to accept herself.

Adding transformative queer self-acceptance to the list of the most powerful forces in the world.

Hostile Takeover (Birds of Prey #12-13)

Important note: the Question that Helena calls Q as a cute pet name in the comics is Renee. IIRC the only person who calls Vic Q is Ted. Make of this what you will.

Slight variation on the drowning motif - Renee only ends up in the sewer for a moment, but Helena goes apeshit and tries to drown a guy in it, so it counts.

"Our first date." "*Snerk.* Shut up. Nerd." This is just fully gay. They are dating.

It actually pisses me off that this is such a promising setup. I'd be able to handle the New 52 more if Renee was left off right after the Mark of Cain arc, I might be able to convince myself it works as an open-ended "and the adventure continues" for her, but no I have to live with the knowledge she was going to be on the Birds of Prey and be adorable with Helena and then DC blew everyone up.

Guess I'll go fuck myself then.

Danger Drive (Batman 80-Page Giant 2011)

Sneaking in just under the reboot, it's... basically just that time Vic punched the Riddler, but with a different terrible Riddler outfit and a Jeopardy theme. Well. That's disappointing.

If I was less masochistic I'd end the project here, but if I was less masochistic I wouldn't have started it in the first place.

#clayposts #the question #renee montoya #clayreads

[lost-technology]

Dear My Brain, I do NOT need to do another massive Trigun AU right now. However, just to make you happy, I'll toss out my ideas here for "maybe someday." Okay, I'm on a Fallout-kick lately. Good show for my games, yes? A rare pretty decent live action adaptation of a set of video games. Definitely nods to fans / players there. Also been doing a little playing of Fallout 4. (Fallout 3 is the only game of the series I've played all the way through main quest sadly (maybe I'll download the classics from Steam...) Anyway, I've played with this notion for Trigun before - but only in the "if they were players." I made perks / gameplay styles for the main characters. So, what are you doing, brain? Why are you starting to come up with ideas for an actual story for me to write as a crossover?!!! Especially when I do not know if there are enough people who like both properties AND read fanfiction to be interested in a crossover AU / fusion fic - then again, I tend to write things primarily for my own delight, anyway. I was telling myself "no, these two things are already too similar, there's really no need," but then came the idea that "no, there are some things unique enough to the Fallout setting that you could really have fun with the Trigun characters wandering a post nuclear North America rather than Planet Gunsmoke / No Man's Land." I could even interchangeably refer to the Wasteland as No Man's Land... Okay, Brain, so you're telling me that in this fusion universe, Vault-Tec had a subsidiary that worked closely with the budding U.S. space program, which if I am not mistaken, is canon (that satellite-dish quest in Fallout 3 and that experimental for space-colonisation front Vault concealing the real experiment in the Nuka-World expansion for 4). SEEDS was sort of its own separate thing, more benevolent than the Vaults and free from their wild secret experiments. Their mission was open: Developing a new, yet profitable, source of power for the cooperate overlords to profit from, being a failsafe for re-terraforming the Earth in the event of a nuclear war, and being a study for close-quarter scientist-living for potential space colonies. SEEDS Vault 05 (as distinct from Vault 5, SEEDS gets a different class) saw the successful bioengineering of life forms they called Plants. They were actually developed shortly before the war of 2077, but were not considered perfected. After the bombs dropped and the doors sealed, further study showed the Plants' potential as essentially living G.E.C.Ks (Garden of Eden Creation Kits). A living answer to the G.E.C.K, water-chips, cold-fusion... Even a potential way to divest from the atomic energy that America had been depending on since the end of WWII. (Fallout, for non-players, is an AU of reality diverging at WWII's end). And then Independents are born. Rem Saverem, a rogue scientist who rebels against Vault-Tec's lack of ethics managed to smuggle out the first Independent. Poor Tesla, being a little girl she had to send out, but the Hell of the Wastes were literally a better shot for her survival than for her to stay in the SEEDS-Vault. Sometime later, a pair of twin boys are born and Rem manages to convince the crew not to make them into test subjects. Until she can't. Cue big escape scene where she gets Vash and Nai out of the vault and dies in a hail of bullets right before them as guards cut her down and come after them... And so starts the journey of pair of living McGuffins who can either save the world or destroy it in search of their lost sister. Nai eventually becomes Millions Knives, a brutal Wasteland warlord bent on the destruction of humankind. Vash is on the run with bounties upon bounties upon him. He meets a ghoul named Wolfwood, dependant upon a certain kind of Chem to heal his wounds and to keep him from going feral and a couple of reporter-ladies from one of the larger settlement-cities intent upon uncovering Wasteland mysteries.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #fallout #crossover #crossover fanfiction ideas #trigun fanfiction #fallout fanfiction #fusion fic #crossovers from hell #making vash a ghoul for long-livedness and scars would be too obvious #want to keep him a Plant #which would fit in very well with fallout's water purifying / terraforming / cold fusion / G.E.C.K. stuff #Vash definitely gets the bullet-riddled duster long-coat look though #probably raids an abandoned Western movie set

[tectco]

Hello, just wanna start this off by saying that I love your art. I've decided to ask my favourite artists for art tips as I wanna get into it, but no matter what I do it never looks right. So, any tips?

WARNING YOU JUST OPENED THE FLOOD GATES GET READY FOR A LONG ASS POST

WOOOOO BOY, first off huge fucking compliment i honestly didn't think i was anyone's favorite artist (despite what my friends say) and i find it super cool of you to try and draw

Anddd nowww the cowards will run out as soon as you read more

okay so first things first, disclaimer! I AM NO PROFESSIONAL BY ANY STANDARDS, IM JUST SUPER INTERESTED IN ART, DO NOT TAKE MY WORDS AS GOSPEL AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO TAKE MY WORDS OF ADVICE (you didnt say i was but just to cover my ass)

I am still learning as an artist so this will just be advice that helped me, lets just hope i can remember what got me here, and this will be just me jotting down my thoughts as they come so maybe im not the best person to come to about this (i may repeat what other people say in terms of art so bare with me)

SO WITHOUT ANYMORE DISCLAIMER! YOU WANT ART TIPS FROM ME? WELL GET READY FOR SOME BULLSHIT FROM A PERSON WHO'S BEEN SO ARTSY FARTSY IN THEIR ENTIRE LIFE AND HAS NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, WELL COME INTO THE SHIT TRAIN!!

Now i dont know if you are an intermediate artist, beginner, need help in specific areas or whatever the hell else but! here's the three main points i always wanted to scream at artists who are just starting out!

Your art WILL look like shit in the beginning

References and inspiration are YOUR FRIEND

DONT be afraid to trace

(I know I know this feels like regurgitated and it probably is BUT HEY STICK WITH ME)

does your art looks fucking trash? THATS GOOD!! KEEP DRAWING!! My art looked fucking ugly when i started and some might say (me) it still does, but thats okay!! You learn more and more from just drawing without any tips, art is a pure skill that builds up, do not be discouraged!! The point of art isn't to be the greatest in the world, it's to be at peace with what you create so if your art looks good to you and you are in a happy place in your progress, you are basically successful in my eyes at least (this doesn't mean to quit learning obviously but it'll come in time, be patient, do not push yourself! that's how you stop loving art and we don't want that happening!)

Ever find yourself asking "man why the fuck does (include art shit here) not look accurate??" well here's a tip, USE REFERENCES! DO NOT BE LIKE ME WHERE YOU JUST WING IT OR ELSE YOU'LL BE CRYING OVER YOUR DRAWING TABLET LIKE I DID AT SOME POINT!! Pay attention to the shapes of the reference, break it down and draw over it if you need to, shapes are very important in art and you need to be able to draw whatever you want in the most basic forms (im no good example of this, i really need to practice more aughhh). As well as references, inspiration is KEY!!! Everything is inspired off each other, nothing is original, so steal from your favorite artists!! Look at their speedpaints, look at how they use colors, analyze how they draw anatomy in their style, see how they use shapes, etc etc, learn from who you consider are the "greats of their times"!! USE ALL THE INSPIRATION YOU HAVE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS!!LITERALLY COPY THEM IF YOU WANT EVEN IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY DID THAT, YOU'LL LEARN WITH TIME!! just whatever you do, don't compare yourself so heavily against other artists, i know its hard, i do it myself even! If there is an artist who has a style you so so want, don't crumble if you can't draw in their style perfectly, you'll never win against someone in their art style. I suggest taking inspiration from multiple artists and mashing them together until it looks good in your eyes!!

That actually leads me to my next point! TRACING IS OKAY!! Now obviously I do not mean directly tracing over like some lines, showing it off/posting it and calling it completely original. I mean tracing over the references i mentioned before, or like what i said before, i believe you should actually trace from your favs! (don't call it original like i said before), tracing can help build memory on how to draw certain things like how i took a photo of my hands before, traced them, and then put it to the side to redraw it, making me understand futher how hands work! OR like how i traced a piece of art that i liked to understand how the artist drew their bodies, tracing is used by total professionals in the industry so do not be afraid!! You have total permission from me to trace my art and learn how to draw my wack ass bodies

and for a little extra bit, little bit of a hot take (I'm actually not sure how much of a hot take this is), i don't think you HAVE to learn the fundamentals to get into art. NOW BEFORE YOU RUN OFF SCREAMING AND SHITTING, IM NOT SAYING YOU DON'T NEED THE FUNDAMENTALS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!! I'm just saying that if you want to get into art as a complete hobbyist and just want to draw to yknow draw and be happy, you should just go for it! Again don't make art something you hate! I completely encourage learning the fundamentals but don't ever feel like you're failing just because you don't, get into it when you have the time! be patient with yourself, this goes for any hobby/skill but just sink some time into it, i promise you will get further in you hobby than if you push and rush yourself into complete burn out

OH AND HERES MY ULTIMATE TIP! THERE IS NO WRONG WAY TO DO ART!!

Uhhh i think that's everything? Im not exactly sure how comprehensible this is or how the spelling is since i am not beta reading this! But apologies if this wasn't what you were looking for! (if anybody even read this far) and i hope that if you asked your other favorite artists they answered with anything better than whatever this is! I wish you alot of luck in your art journey and thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about art! OH AND REMEMBER TO TAKE BREAKS

#long text post #Tecs going wild #you’re not cowards for not wanting to read the whole thing don’t worry lmao #this was meant to be like #some small reply with my small tips on art but i didn't think itd be paragraphs long #uhhhh whoops my badddd #i literally typed this and ideas flowed in my head so if its all over the place thats another whoopsie #like nobody will care about this #I’m so tired I spent like two hours on this straight since I got so excited #Anddd I’m now gonna post this since it’s like so late and I’m too tired to be worrying if this doesn’t answer the question or if I rambled #tecoask

[theskoomacat]

to my dismay, i found the main fotv characters compelling to a varying degree

Lucy is the easiest to explain - i didn't like her much because she is a typical deadmom-Break the Cutie-naive vaultie character who survives only due to her high SPECIAL scores. i find the entire "the surface is a violent hateful place where everyone beats the shit out of each other" narrative awful, and since she exists to prop it up, my distaste extends to her too. Overall she was bland, aside from the whole breeding thing that makes me thankful that at least SOME thought was put into the vault society.

(i want to mention Norm here also because i was so sure he'd be the one to poison the prisoners to show that both surfies and vaulties are capable of heinous acts, and that would complement Lucy's story. but apparently only vault tec employees have free will, so we got Bud instead :\)

Maximus was very interesting in the beginning. he's messsed up, he's a chronic liar, he grew up in a cult. when he couldn't give up the lie despite it being the worse option, i was compelled. however after that the writers started making him do explicitly stupid shit (why brand that guy and then confess 1 minute later............ what was the thought process???) so by the end i got bored. i wish he was more unhinged. i wish the effect of his upbringing in bos was more than "idk what sex is" and "brotherhood is the shining beacon and the only safe space (aside from vault 4)". in the end he also was a bit of a "naive vaultie" in his own way, which is still boring. but these two sheltered kids did make a cute pair imo.

now, Cooper, that one's a conundrum. i liked that he was living basically in his own make believe land, he was the Theoretical degree in physics guy but for Hollywood Wild West. why not, i found it fun. but i had questions about his characterization. he is named after TODD and is the Nate Falloutfour of fotv, and also there's this thing with him not wanting to shoot the film bandit, so overall it seems like he's supposed to be the asshole with the heart of gold of the story. but he's just an asshole. which is totally fine, i just don't understand what his arc is supposed to be then. it didn't seem like Lucy being nice to him "taught" him anything, so he was just a cool loser the entire season, and that's it. most of his characterization was in the past. he gets asked why he's still going, and i honestly can't say i can answer this. he was "looking for his family", but unless he 100% knew they (well, the wife) were frozen, it's an irrational goal. i think he just likes being a cowboy. and i think it would be more fun if there was some exploration of whether this kind of "justice" was what he dreamt of while in the army. i guess we'll see

#all in all they have potential but with how the entire thing nosedived by the end of the season......... #Fallout show #fallout show spoilers

[fantastic-nonsense]

Before Lost Days, did Talia and Jason ever interact?

Yes and no.

Post-Crisis!Jason never interacted with Talia until he was resurrected. Their first canonical interaction was in Batman Annual #25 (2006), the issue that first explained Jason's resurrection. However, a few subsequent stories that have either focused on or mentioned Jason's Robin era (Lost Days and the 2011 Red Hood and the Outlaws run, for example) have implied that Talia and Jason interacted at least a few times while he was Robin and she thought fondly of him:

Red Hood: The Lost Days #1

Pre-Crisis!Jason, on the other hand, technically interacted with Talia twice: he literally JUST missed interacting with her on-panel in Detective Comics #526 (1983), his first outing as Robin, as he was a bit pre-occupied trying to kill Killer Croc for murdering his parents at the time. He did save her and Selina from being boiled alive, though, and it's implied that they talked on the way back to Wayne Manor:

"Those wild shots broke the main steam pipe! Not steam all over--they'll be boiled alive!" -Detective Comics (1937) #526

Tec 526, concidentally, also has one of the funniest Selina-Talia interactions ever put on page:

[as they drive off together] "Call me sometime." "If he does, dear, I'll rip your hearts out."

The second time Jason and Talia interacted was in Batman #400 (1986)...an all-Arkham+Blackgate breakout orchestrated by Ra's:

The villains split up to kidnap a bunch of people important to Batman (including Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred and his daughter Julia, and Vicki Vale). Jason and Talia pair off to save Gordon and Bullock, who were being held hostage at the GCPD headquarters. They actually work quite well together. Jason seems to know of her but doesn't really know much about her, but I'm pretty sure Talia's passionate declaration that she "would rather die in [Bruce's] world than live in [her] father's" earlier that issue did the trick getting him to trust her.

Ironically, both stories where pre-Crisis!Jason interacts with Talia also feature Selina, and both stories happen because of massive "all villains go after Bruce at once and both Selina and Talia show up to help and protect him" plots. There's probably some interesting meta about Jason's relationship with both women that can be written about that, but I'm not going to do it here.

Unfortunately, after Batman #400 Talia wouldn't show up again in comics until Bride of the Demon in 1991; thus, she never actually met post-Crisis!Jason before his death in 1988. The al Ghuls in general didn't appear between Ra's apparent death in Batman Annual #8 in 1981 and Batman #400 in 1986, where he's inexplicably alive again. Since Jason was introduced in 1983 and murdered in 1988, there basically just weren't a lot of opportunities for Jason and Talia to interact with each other on-panel. But what interaction we do have between the two of them is "ambivalent but cooperative allies" at worst, so at least that's something.

#jason todd #talia al ghul #jason todd meta #dc comics #talia al ghul meta #asks #rip I don't have any of my RHATO scans on me rn but....yeah

[moss-selfship]

omg hi entrapda what’s your favorite type of date to go on with Moss?

"WE LOVE EXPLORING OLD FIRST ONE RUINS AND COLLECTING ALL KINDS OF TEC FROM THERE! I LOVE BEING IN THE RUINS AND SEEING ALL THE AMAZING TEC AND THEY LOVE EXPLORING THE WILDERNESS TO FIND THESE HIDDEN ANCIENT RUINS OUT IN THE WILD!

#nature of the machine

[fowlblue]

ask game! Picking some to ask was actually kinda hard cause they’re all legit good questions BUT (and if you don’t wanna answer all these that’s totally fine):

7 - age/ height/ weight for Tim

9 - scene that first made you love them for Spiro

13 - dumbest thing they’ve ever done for Valentine

25 - 3 things they’d take with them if dropped in the middle of nowhere for Butler

Oooo yesss okay-

7)

So I’m absolute shit at guessing actual weights/heights, etc. (+ I don’t really wanna calculate what the exact loss of one leg would be for total body weight), so I’m just gonna go with approximate descriptions if that’s alright!

I imagine Tim to, at the point of his recovery in TEC, be around 50 years old! I’m sure there’s an actual age to be found in the series somewhere, but that’s what I’ve got. Build-wise, it really depends on which point in the series one is looking at, but given that most of my content is in a nebulous ‘just past TLG’ period, that’s what I’ll go with.

Tim in my mind is of slightly-above-average height, but he appears tall due to being long in the waist + his habit of looming over people (most of the time unintentionally). Over time, however, his near-perfect posture has loosened a bit, which means people are more often able to look him in the eye.

In terms of weight, Tim is pretty slim and built like a runner. He was a bit ‘stronger’ looking in his youth, but after his time in captivity, he thinned a lot and has struggled with building muscle back on.

9)

I’d have to say the moment when he outsmarts Artemis at the vault. Not only was it a total surprise to me as a kid, but it hammered home that, unlike many AF villains to start, Spiro wasn’t going to allow himself to be outsmarted by Artemis simply by underestimating him. He made a bet with Arno about it- Spiro knew that Artemis would most likely make it to the vault, even if he didn’t know how, and that’s more credit than most of Artemis’s foes give him.

Also- this line from his introduction is just 10/10 description-wise. I think of it every time my bracelets clatter.

(Is is cheating to also list a part of a fic? Does that count as cheating? Ngl while I liked Spiro a lot initially, his journey to being one of my favorites was 100% the fault of @orangerosebush ‘s fic Kunegetikos- two scenes in particular: His flashback to being told mythology as a child/packing after his grandmother’s funeral, and his conversation with Artemis towards the end in which he admits that he wants to believe magic exists, not for profit, but because it might offer him a sense of purpose. It was a really nice look what his history might be and ultimately inspired me to start fleshing him out a bit as well!)

13)

Ohh, there’s a lot of stupid things Valentine does, but in terms of consequences? He rarely faces them. But he has absolutely, 100% shown up to at least one performance or interview completely wasted, lost his cool, made a spectacle of himself and promptly fallen off the stage, there is a video of it somewhere. Would he and his brand smooth things over quickly? Yes. Would he be reminded of if any time he happens to search himself on YouTube? Absolutely.

25)

The obvious answer is survival stuff cause c’mon, it’s Butler, but given that he would also not really need any of that stuff since he can clearly survive with just his own two hands and the clothes on his back, I would say-

- His gun. He cleans it when he’s stressed I’m 90% sure that thing is basically a fidget for him at this point.

- One trashy romance novel. Might as well have some form of entertainment if you’re roughing it out in the wild.

- Some form of communication with Artemis. Butler… he cannot seem to function well when he’s not sure that Artemis is okay or alive. At least give him a handheld radio.

#there we go! hopefully these are some fun answers #(also sorry for the tag Zoe) #asks

[3xm-draconic]

The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love

Chapter 10: Put it on the Ritz.

“So Cicero where would you like to go first?” Myrtle said as she entered the presidential suite, Cicero was on the couch eating fancy lads and watching old vault-tec cartoons “hm?...oh!” he swallowed his mouthful of cake “Cicero wonders if there is a tailor nearby, he wishes to buy new clothes”, “ah wanting to snazz up your style eh?” she chuckled “alrighty then, there is a place in north freeside we can go to”.

They whent to the elevator, which freaked Cicero out but Myrtle managed to calm him down and took it to the bottom floor, whereupon exiting the elevator Boone and Joshua approached her.

“Myrt we-”, “not now, I’am taking Cicero to get new clothes, I wanna talk to him more about this Skyrim place he’s from…it might be what’s left of canada or even alaska” she said, Boone huffed in annoyance but Joshua calmed him “Myrtle would it be alright if we joined you?” he turned to her, “shoot, sure” she smiled.

Cicero marveled at everything around him, it was nothing like back home, the city flashed with so many colors and lights, there was music in the air, people in glamorous outfits strolled the streets…and all Cicero could think of was how even more lovely it would look splattered in blood!

But he had to play nice…he remembered he had to fool, to trick, if he wanted to not end up again drugged out of his mind by…what were they called again?...raiders?...yes raiders. If he did not want that to happen again, he had to perform the part of an innocent man…or…an innocent jester.

After all who said he couldn’t be The Fool of Hearts?

And besides he missed his jester outfit…these clothes he wore now just…felt wrong…

At the tailor in freeside Cicero met another of those mini giants, learning they were called super mutants, this one was green instead of blue. He was in a rather large frilly shirt and tight fitting pants, he had sewing equipment like needles and pins stuck into a device on his wrist and several rolls of thread on the other. He had large red glasses that sat half-way down his nose and wore a wavy long curly blond-hair wig.

“Hey Monro, how’s business?” Myrtle greeted the giant with a warm hug, “Oh darling it’s just swell, dresses and vests are selling like hotcakes and sales are through the roof!” he chirped happily.

“Sweet, I’am happy your business is doing so well. I got a friend here looking for a custom outfit, do you think you could help him out?”, Monro smiled giddily “ooh! A custom job, oh where is the little guy? I wanna get a read for what kind of outfit will suit him!”

Myrtle stepped back to revile Cicero, “OOH aren’t you just the most cutest little thing! Look at all that red hair and that FACE! Oh darling, I know just the outfit!” Monro immediately took out a tailor’s tape measure from around his waist and started taking Cicero’s measurements.

 As they waited Boone and Joshua turned to each other…

“She’s deliberately ignoring me Josh, she KNOWS I know and wont let me talk to her about about her needing help…and throwing an intervention is just gonna piss her off you know” he whispered, Joshua who was watching Myrtle talk with Cicero nodded to Boone “I know what to do, I’ll get her to talk to you”, Boone sighed “Reverend no offense but just how?-”, Joshua placed a comforting hand on Boone’s shoulder “I think I know what has her so displaced, has what has her turning to vices and negative coping mechanisms, she doesn't need an interrogation by her friends. THAT'S what we've been doing wrong. Boone…she needs to be reminded of what she has”, “and that is?” Boone asked curiously, Joshua smiled “family, friendship and most importantly…faith”.

“So Cicero, what’s Skyrim like?” Myrtle asked as she flipped through a fashion magazine, “Cold, very cold. But the trees and mountains are beautiful and the flowers! Oh and the flowers! The flowers are so pretty. Cicero made sure to always bring some back to his mother” he hummed in nostalgia, “cold hu? Does it snow? I’ve never seen snow, I’ve lived my whole life in the region where Nevada meets California. It would be something to see it snow”, Cicero turned to her “well there is also the cost, huge icebergs float in the distance and the fjords are full of delicious salmon”, “salmon? Your fish aren’t mutated?” she pondered.

“Nope, Skyrim has no radiation, no creatures like that in your Mojave. There are strange creatures like chaurus and giant frost spiders and other things but nothing like what you described to Cicero”, THAT intrigued Myrtle “so…what from your saying…this Skyrim is a paradise?! No radiation, No FEV?, No…Anything weird?”, “oh Cicero never said that, sometimes mammoths fall out of the sky”, “Mammoths?” Myrtle wondered, “big hairy creatures with long noses, very tasty meat if you can cut through their hide, not as tasty as Horker though”.

“Horker? The hell is that?”, “a blubbery creature with three tusks in its mouth that swims the seas and eats fish, very dangerous but delicious” Cicero giggled “OH and then there are DRAGONS!”, “dragons?”, “big scaly flying creatures who can spit fire!”, “...hu…you know what…if I survive Hoover dam I’d like to travel to your Skyrim, it sounds like a neat place”.

“Ok darling, all finished!” Monro chirped, Cicero squealed in delight at his new jester’s outfit.

It was red and black with accents of white and had gold trim. It had heart patterns all over it and stripes! There were puffy sleeves and ruffles and bells! OOH Cicero loved the jingly bells!

He gasped “IT’S PERFECT, JUST WHAT CICERO WANTED!”

Boone just looked at him with confusion, he turned to Myrtle only to see her looking flustered…

“Myrt?”, “...”, “are you sirius…this…this is turning you on?” he looked at her with a mix of confusion and humor, she punched his shoulder, not hard but in a “shut the fuck up” manner.

“I…I have a THING…ok…I don’t know how it started but I have a thing, Boone”, Boone just laughed “you are weird”, she glared at him “OH so the NUMEROUS other times I’ve been weird like when I fucked a robot or when took drugs an fought a bear thats not weird to you, it’s only when you learn I’am a clownfucker thats when you call me weird?!” she quietly hissed, Boone snorted “I don’t mean it in a bad way, you’ve always been weird and I love ya for it. Myrt…this…this just came out of left field for me” he laughed quietly. 

Cicero now feeling much better in an outfit that fit him and his personality twirled and danced as they made their way through freeside, “I’am getting hungry, let’s head down to the Atomic Wrangler” Myrtle said as she checked the date on her pip boy, “why there?” Boone turned to her, “it’s friday, friday’s is Lake Lurk lady-rolls day”, “oh” Boone and Joshua nodded, Cicero eyed her in confusion, “a Lake Lurk lady-roll is a sandwich” Boone turned to him, “sandwich?” Cicero pondered.

“Oh…oh don’t tell me you ain’t ever had a sandwich before?” Myrtle looked at him bewildered, Cicero shook his head, “welp first time for everything” she chuckled.

“Myrtle after lunch there was something I needed to discuss with you”, “Joshua I…”, “Psalm 23:4”, Myrtle stopped and looked into his eyes, she looked fearful…but understanding “...ok..” she nodded “but after lunch…and no talking about anything until we get back to the 38 ok?...I don’t want the others…the others to know”, Joshua nodded.

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