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brucewaynehater101 · 10 days

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adding to my last ask, the rest of the album is so similar to the Batfam

Loves like Ghosts - Batcat or BruTalia

Until the Night Turns - Dick (the vibes esp)

Dead Man’s Hand - Jason

-> pretty obvious why 💀. I see it as Jason talking abt his old self with the “tired of a life that never felt like his” line

Hurricane (Johnnie’s theme) - Dick, Jason, and Steph(Cass)

-> I mostly saw it as Stephcass but there were definitely lyrics that applied to Dick (thrill) and Jason (dying lol)

La Bella Fleur Sauvage - DickBabs

The World Ender - Steph (with the romantic lines being shaded between Cass and Gotham) or Jason (with the romantic lines being completely abour Gotham)

-> I feel like it fits Jason better bc it’s literlaky abour being back from the grave but alas

Meet Me in the Woods - Tim(Bern)

The Yawning Grave - ALFRED AND BRUCE ALFRESH AND BRUCE. This is so important to me omg

Cursed - where “she” is Gotham and the speaker is any of the Batfam (sans Cass I think)

Way out There - Damian (“I’m just wearing old bones from those who came first”) (“you” being Dick) or StephCass from Cass’s pov

The Night We Met - the BatSiblings (sans Duke bc he wasn’t adopted yet) during Bruce’s death

There weren’t any I could connect to Duke specifically but yeah 😞

Loves Like Ghost definitely gives of Talia to Bruce vibes. The lyrics of "what ain't living can never really die. You don't want me baby please don't lie. Oh but if you're leaving, I gotta know why." "And if I can't have you then no one ever will." "Baby in my eyes you do no wrong. I don't feel it till it hurts sometimes. So go on baby hurt me tonight."

Until the Night Turns is a cool song. Perhaps you would elaborate more on why you think it fits Dick? The vibes are pretty on, but jot too sure about the lyrics.

Dead Man's Hand does fit Jason. "Sure as hell he was dead as they come and he was already starting to smell. Just a kid with his hair slicked back and a knife tucked into his belt. Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that never felt like his?" "I know I'm dead but I don't wanna lie in a grave out here where the coyote's cry. I stared right into the endless void and I ain't going back if I got any choice. I know how to live, I don't know how to die and there ain't no thrills in the afterlife."

Hurricane. I do think that all of the batkids are adrenaline junkies but I do see how the lyrics fit those ones especially.

La Bella Fleur Savage - Google says Fleur means both flower and resilience. I can see how that fits Babs and how the song resembles her love with Dick.

The World Ender - I love this song for Steph. She deserves to get her revenge. She did kind of die with Black Mask, but she didn't really do a revenge thing like Jason. On the other hand she "won't ever feel the embrace of the grave" because she revived before being buried.

Meet Me in the Woods - I see how this is TimBern especially because Bernard isn't in the vigilante business (so he won't really understand what Tim's been through).

The Yawning Grave - Alfred warning Bruce not to become Batman, of its dangers, of the likelihood of him dying, fits so well. He told him when he was a kid, but Bruce still went down with this path

Cursed - I agree that Cass isn't tied to Gotham like the others. If "she" was Gotham, that does fit the others. I raise you, though. What if "she" was their mission or vigilantism? That then fits all of them.

Way out There - Oof. That definitely fits Damian and I love that analysis of him.

The Night We Met - I agree, however, there's a tik tok that has an animation of this song. It absolutely kills my soul every time I see it. It has Bruce singing this about Jason: "I had all," Jason as Robin, "and then most of you," Jason dying, "some and," Jason's grave, "now none of you," Jason as Red Hood. "Take me back to the night we met." The tire jacking night.

We definitely need some Duke songs out there. If anyone has any songs that fit Duke, feel free to comment or reblog with them!!!!

#dc comics #dc universe #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #cass wayne #steph brown #barbara gordon #thank you for the ask!!!!

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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Things that would happen at Bruce and Selina’s wedding (everything gone right, wrong, and just plain funny)

They took their pre-wedding photos on top of a skyscraper with Tim as their photographer, but when he backed up to get a wider shot he fell over the railing and Dick had to grapple down and catch him while wearing a tuxedo

Steph collaborated with the cake decorators to go all out, including Bruce and Selina's while journey drawn in frosting and sparklers on top... in Spoiler colors

Damian and Jon were playing hide-and-seek with Billy Batson and Lucy Quinn during the reception and no one could find the boys, so a mass search with vigilantes and police officers alike ensued. It took an hour, but finally they were found when the theater called Bruce to let him know they tried to sneak into an R-rated movie

Bruce showed up to the wrong venue

While trying to get some one-on-one time at the bachelorette party, Harley and Ivy locked themselves in a hotel supply closet and the only person with the tools to get them out was the stripper firefighter with a pink crowbar

Dinah caught the bouquet and immediately threw it to Kate saying, "I'm already married!"

When repeating his vows, Bruce accidentally said, "I, Clark Kent"

Also during the vows, Clark's phone went off playing Cotton-Eye Joe and Bruce just slowly clapped and said, "My best man, everyone"

One more vow mishap: Roy tried to start the wave

Dick ripped his pants doing a somersault from the chandelier

Bud chewed up Holly Robinson's shoes and she had to wear flip-flops

Damian adopted a coyote puppy he found digging through the trash

The Flash family drove to the wrong Gotham

Duke sneezed before the "I do," accidentally elbowing the fire alarm

Jason slowly switched seats throughout the wedding so he could sit next to Diana

At the rehearsal, Cass was holding one of the clip-on mics that the officiant used and brought it with her to the bathroom, where everyone could hear her do her business

Bruce invited some of his coworkers, forgot he invited them, and then asked "What are you guys doing here?" when they showed up

Lian was the flower girl but instead of flower petals, she mistakenly threw the rice that was supposed to be for the end

Babs requested a song before the reception started and the DJ put it at the top of the list, accidentally replacing the song Bruce and Selina were supposed to dance to

Without telling anyone, Jason decided to start a new tradition of firing blanks while the bride and groom kissed

Young Justice got a whole tier of the cake to themselves

Harper's wedding speech started with "Bruce might've been in his emo phase since he was eight, he might've dropped out of med school, and he might not know how to crack an egg..."

The party bus Clark rented for the bachelor party caught on fire on the side of the highway

Alfred downed 7 glasses of champagne and loudly confessed that he never thought Bruce would get married

Hal's still bitter that he couldn't convince Bruce to wear the Batman cowl

They waited until an hour before the wedding to teach Duke how to tie a tie

Lucius and Luke got balcony seats so they could see everything. They were the only ones up there and Bruce kept looking at them during the ceremony

Carrie put a bath bomb in the decorative fountain

Nobody knows what happened to the cheese plate. Nobody except Cullen

Steph did the electric slide right into the speakers

Comm. Gordon had to leave in the middle to arrest the Joker

Babs accidentally wore Alfred's socks

Selina thought it'd be funny to wear a pair of granny panties around her thigh instead of a garter

To kick off the reception, Bruce held up a piece of bread and said, "I'd like to make a toast"

#ask #anonymous #bruce wayne #batman #selina kyle #catwoman #batcat #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batsiblings #justice league #gotham city sirens #superfamily #arrow family #dc comics #headcanon #crack #tw food mention

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425599167 · 1 year

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Since Fallout: New Vegas is notorious for being buggy as hell, I think a compelling Watsonian explanation for it is that the player character was shot in the head, and brain damage is causing hallucinations. A lot of things start making more sense. Old World Blues is explicit about the bullets causing permanent changes.

This goes double for characters with Wild Wasteland enabled. Was there a gang of old women beating people up? Were those cyberdogs really playing poker? Maybe the miniature Deathclaw living in that doghouse isn’t real, and that’s why it isn’t dying no matter how much you shoot it.

Courier: Veronica, did we just fight a bunch of aliens?

Veronica: What are you talking about? They’re just some raiders.

Courier: Then where did this alien blaster come from?

Veronica: That’s a gauss rifle- a pretty high-end one, too- please stop pointing it at me.

That one Nightkin with the tumbleweeds: You want to buy wind-brahmin?!

Courier: Is he real?

Veronica: He’s real. He’s real and he’s robbing us.

This more I think about it, the more depth it adds to many of the Courier’s interactions with friends and enemies. Patching up ED-E after the robot got too damaged to know where it should go. Saving Rex from his failing organic brain. Helping Nightkin, especially Lily and Dog/God, suffering from their schizophrenia. Hearing Cass mention her heart condition, or getting Boone to open up. Christine struggling to read after her head was cut up in the Big Empty.

Stealth Suit Mk II: Starting combat... Just kidding!

Courier: Please don’t. *pulls out the Mysterious Magnum just in case*

Mysterious Magnum: *guitar chords nobody else can hear*

Courier: Shush.

A random coyote: *appears to be swimming through the ground*

Courier: Eeeeuuuuggghhh no no no NO. Arcade! Help!

It adds another layer of contempt for Caesar’s Legion and their anti-medicine stance. Caesar’s brain tumor appears similarly debilitating, but instead of recognizing that people need to aid each other to survive, he clings to his infallible image. He can only save himself using medical technology he outlawed, and he wouldn’t let anyone else be helped by it. The Courier has plenty of mixed feelings about gunning down Fiends who’ve taken too many drugs to know what they’re doing, and debates how much sympathy to show the Think Tank after witnessing their psychological decay.

The Courier is a brilliant, unstoppable force who needs friends to help navigate the strangeness of the wasteland.

#fallout new vegas #fallout: new vegas #courier six

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nightingaelic · 1 year

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Alright, let's spin my sexy little wheel with every challenge, exploit, and perk in the game. 3... 2... 1... And it's landed on the Infinite Companions Glitch. Companions react to traveling as a group, Fallout 4 & New Vegas.

And what occasion would bring everyone together like this, I wonder

Fallout New Vegas

"I've had worse," Raul admitted, chewing thoughtfully.

"See?" Veronica offered some of the toasted night stalker tail to the others. Boone and Arcade declined, but Cass laughed and humored her. Lily daintily took a piece as well, and Rex snapped up the rest with relish.

"And that's normal for you," Arcade said, clearly dismayed. "When you're out on your own, hunting for supplies - you just cook up whatever attacks you that day, whether it's venomous or not."

"Beggars can't afford to be choosers, doc," Cass replied, crashing her shoulder into his.

"But we can," Arcade insisted, digging through his pack. "I've got pork and beans, I've got mutfruit, I've got cornmeal and brahmin jerky and barrel cactus-"

"Then save it for when we don't have coyote snake meat," Veronica suggested with a smile. "I cooked the tail, Arcade, not the fangs. If you really want to have a heart attack about wasteland diets, ask Six for their radscorpion venom casserole recipe."

"Very tasty," Lily rumbled, with a wistful look on her face.

Arcade gave up and began unsealing the can of pork and beans with his can opener. The tool broke halfway through the task and fell to the sand in front of the fire. The rest of the companions made noises of sympathy, and ED-E swooped down to scan it immediately. Arcade put his face in his hand and passed the can to Boone, who pulled out a knife and resumed prying it open.

"Dame eso, por favor." Raul nudged ED-E away gently and bent down to pick up the fallen can opener. He looked it over, then pulled a screwdriver out of his jumpsuit pocket and began tightening the faulty hardware while the eyebot watched with interest.

Boone loosened the top of the can sufficiently and pulled out a small, enamel saucepan from his pack. He dumped the pork and beans into it and set it in the nearby campfire's embers, watching it like a hawk from behind his sunglasses.

"Big day tomorrow," Veronica remarked, licking night stalker grease from her fingers.

"You said it." Cass leaned back on her pack and pulled her hat down over her eyes. "Almost makes a girl wish she'd written her story down. In case of the worst."

"You'll be fine," Veronica reassured her, though there was a little trepidation in her own voice. "We'll all be fine. A positive attitude is half the battle."

Boone shook his head and unearthed a spoon from his pack. Cass caught the movement and raised an eyebrow. "What do you reckon our odds are, sniper?"

"Hard to say." Boone crouched down to stir the pot of beans.

"We've done everything we can," Veronica insisted. "We got my family, Arcade's, even the Boomers... it might be enough."

"Enough, not enough..." Cass shrugged. "There's no other way. We fight, or the Mojave burns."

Boone nodded. Arcade ran a hand through his hair and stared into the fire. Lily patted Veronica on the shoulder, and the Scribe leaned into it, chewing her lip as she did. Rex, who until this point had been stretched out before the campfire, perked up suddenly. One by one, the companions turned in the direction of the cyberdog's interest. The crunch of boots and rustle of creosote heralded the courier's arrival, returning from their perimeter check.

Immediately, the mood lightened. "Hey boss," Raul greeted them. "Turn the radio on?"

The courier obliged. Radio New Vegas was halfway through Peggy Lee's "Johnny Guitar," and everyone around the campfire groaned.

Fallout 4

"Come and get it!" Piper yelled.

There was a mad dash for the first helpings of stew, with MacCready, Cait, and Deacon all elbowing and shoving to put their bowls forward. Codsworth doled out ladles with some exasperated remarks about manners and decorum, but the bot couldn't completely contain his delight that his cooking was such a hit. Curie, Preston and Piper formed an orderly line behind the first three ruffians, while Hancock finally shook himself free of the nap he'd been taking and stretched leisurely before the campfire, nearly knocking away Nick's cigarette in the process. "Watch it," the old synth warned him.

"Can you even process that?" Hancock wondered aloud. He pulled one of his own cigarettes out and touched it to the end of Nick's to light it.

"Old habits die hard," Nick replied.

"Ain't that the truth." MacCready sat down on the other side of Hancock. "Still find myself itching for one, occasionally."

"Strong hungry," Strong complained from the other side of the fire.

"Sorry, big guy," Deacon said, waving his spoon at the super mutant. "Cooked food goes to the FEV-free crowd first. General's orders."

"I still don't think we should be feeding an... a mutant at all," Danse muttered from the back of the stew line.

"Watch it, tin can," Hancock growled.

"Lighten up, Danse," Cait suggested. "He's going to kick in the Institute's back door with the rest of us tomorrow morning. You don't want him going in on an empty stomach, now do you?"

Strong stood suddenly and flexed his arms. "Strong go hunting!" he announced, before crashing into the nearby brush.

Piper took his abandoned seat and turned to check his meager pile of possessions. "Didn't even take his sledgehammer. He must be starving."

"Hunger is not known to inspire patience," Curie commented, sitting next to the reporter. "Puis-je avoir du sel?"

X6-88, who had been hanging back and munching on an Institute-issued ration bar, passed her the shaker of salt from Codsworth's supplies. Curie thanked him and added a dash to her stew. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" she asked him.

"I am prepared," X6-88 replied, but the space between Curie's question and his answer was enough to betray the Courser's unease.

"You know, we could use a lookout to cover us," Nick said casually. "In case things go bad enough that we need to retreat."

"Retreat is not an option," Danse cut in. "The Institute's grip on the Commonwealth ends tomorrow."

Preston cleared his throat. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, Danse, but Nick's just being practical. Two of us should stay behind to guard the entrance to the cooling water tunnel system. If X6-88 wants it, one of those spots is his."

X6-88 nodded. "This would be acceptable."

"Fine." MacCready gulped down a spoonful of stew. "Who gets the other spot?"

The companions all looked at each other. Deacon coughed, and Hancock scratched around his collar, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "I'm not missing out," Cait muttered. Clearly, there weren't going to be any volunteers.

Codsworth, sensing an approaching presence, swiveled two of his eye stalks away from the stew he'd prepared. "Perhaps we should ask the general."

The sole survivor approached the fire from the southwest, huffing a little from their hike up the nearby embankment. "Ask me what?" they said.

"We need two rear guards at the tunnel entrance tomorrow," Preston explained. "X6-88 is one. We want you to choose the other."

"Oh, easy." The sole survivor bent down to scratch the ears of the German shepherd that had loped into camp with them. "Dogmeat. If he gets shot down there, I'll never forgive myself."

Deacon jabbed a finger at them. "I knew you loved that dog more than us!"

The sole survivor grinned. "He gets in way less trouble than all of you. Come on, if you're really that stuck on this decision, we'll draw straws."

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #fnv #companions react #courier six #sole survivor #12 days of ficmas

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aingeal98 · 11 months

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Latest silly fic idea: Cass gets the flu right before she and Shiva arranged to meet up and fight. Dick and Tim are the only two around who are free and they're like oh shit. Oh fuck. Deadliest fighter in the world is coming to Gotham and the only one who can handle her boredom is sleeping off a fever.

So they try and step up and fight her instead and it lasts for approximately 10 seconds before a strategic retreat becomes the only option. Cue 8 hours of Dick and Tim brotherly bonding as they run for their lives around the city with Shiva hunting them because its a slow day and she's kind of still hoping Cass will show up and fight her instead. Dick tries to hold her off when she gets too close to hurting Tim and we get Batman and Robin Eternal Dick getting curbstomped part 2: mom edition. Tim starts coming up with ridiculous Wile E. Coyote style plans to stop her and Dick is just. So tired. Why did he agree to come home for the weekend. Why does Bludhaven seem like the superior option at the moment. Where are the titans when you need them. Why did he even sign up for this in the first-oh shit Tim DUCK there's no time to drop a piano on her!

Duke wakes up for the morning shift, sees Dick and Tim stumble in bruised and battered, and promptly decides he's going to spend this patrol practicing his invisibility skills.

#dc #lady shiva #dick grayson #tim drake #dc rambles #batfam #This is incredibly silly but that's what tumblr is for so

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scrapbun · 2 months

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some kind of experimental thing

jusf a cass

#ember the hedgehog #scraparts #scrapguys #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #cass the coyote

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acidicpenumbra · 3 months

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hey

#cass the coyote #sth #scraparts #sonic the hedgehog #sth fanart #sonic fanart #scrapguys

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chrisgates · 5 months

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A Dangerous Game of Tag

PARTIES: @chrisgates & @magmahearts TIMING: August's Blue Moon SUMMARY: Cass's Magma meets Chris' werewolf. A chase ensues! WARNINGS: None!

The beast had no true sentient thoughts of its own, only what its host provided and what its host provided was decades of torment. And fear. A fear that turned into anger and an overwhelming need to protect itself — with devastating results.

The host was overwhelmed to put it mildly. That made the transition during the full moon that much quicker. The pain was enormous, but the relief felt once the beast pulled itself from the wreckage of Chris’ body was insurmountable. Free again. And it was hungry.

It had a go at a couple of heartbeaters, men doused in cologne, a stench it likely would never forget, but that was in defense. (So it claimed.) With some space between it and the carnage, hunger found itself front and center. The beast tore through the night. Deer, coyote, rabbit — anything it could sink its teeth into, it did. The hunger was just the beginning.

As the sun kissed the horizon line, a young woman locked her apartment door and made a beeline down the sidewalk. It was early, but a run before work helped to wake her. She was clad in athletic wear — a matching two-tone set of blue and purple. Her ponytail lit golden when it connected with the thin rays of dawn. She wouldn’t see the beast, not until it crossed her baby blues. It looked jarringly out of place next to the brownstone, but it just looked jarring in general. The beast strongly resembled a wolf; it favored the canine’s features immensely, but there was an uncanny strangeness to it that elicited a high-pitched scream from the blonde.

She dropped something — a music player. It clambered to the ground, plastic breaking on contact. Her headphones dangled from her ears, the buds still dutifully hung on as she started to back away. Mismatched eyes bore into hers and already it felt like it was over. Cornered after having made a careless mistake in the impromptu escape route, she screamed again. Her heartbeat was loud. And they were still hungry.

Someone screamed. The sound tore through the darkness, drawing the vigilante’s attention immediately. Someone screamed, and wasn’t that what Cass was here for? She’d been so distracted as of late, but this still felt good. People left her, people kept leaving her, but when she did this, when she let herself do this… She could still be useful. And she liked being useful.

She dropped her glamour as she moved, letting the illusion of tan skin and dark hair melt away into rock with glowing veins, magma coursing through her. Her eyes burned through the shadows, glowing brightly as she ran. Another scream. She picked up the pace.

She was on them before long. A woman, trembling and terrified and cornered in an alley. And at the mouth of it, facing her down? A beast.

Cass — or, rather, Magma now — didn’t know what it was. Large, dog-like. A werewolf, maybe? Alex had been busy this weekend, citing the full moon and her plans in a bunker, and aforementioned full moon lit up the sky above them. Cass had never seen a werewolf in wolf-form before, but logic dictated that that was likely what she was looking at now. Which meant they weren’t in control of what they were doing, which meant she didn’t want to hurt them.

But she couldn’t let them kill anybody, either.

“Hey!” She called out to get the beast’s attention. “Over here, Jacob!”

There weren’t many people out that morning, only those keen on not sleeping in, so when another voice other than the terrified woman erupted from behind the beast, it turned a torn ear in that direction. It didn’t want this meal to be interrupted. No! And coming up from behind them? That was a big no-no. Its head followed its ear and its eyes followed its head to lead it to quite the sight. This was no human or animal that they’d ever seen before.

Confused, the beast turned to face this creature with a voice and snarled, exposing its long, front teeth. It snapped them at the intruder, a warning; there was always a warning, but not many had the good thought to leave in haste and unfortunately for them, the wolf didn’t have much of a cooldown. This one didn’t look like they would get the memo, either. Already upset at the intrusion, it urged forward with another warning, a toothed growl, though despite this, it was ready to defend itself.

The woman previously cowering beneath its hungry gaze took the chance and silently hid behind the side of a dumpster. There was no way out except past the monster. So she made herself small and kept an eye out, hoping, watching, waiting, for the right second where she could run. Screaming did her no good, so she did her best to keep quiet.

The werewolf snapped at her, and Cass took a step back, but didn’t move to leave the way it doubtlessly wanted her to. She thought of Alex, of what she knew about werewolves. No control, and no desire to hurt anyone even if she couldn’t stop herself from doing so when the wolf was in charge. It meant that Cass didn’t have just one person to save in this alley. She needed to make sure the woman got out okay, that much was certain. But she needed to save the werewolf, too. She needed to make sure they didn’t do anything they’d regret when the moon left the sky, needed to make sure they’d be okay. Alex would want someone to do that for her, and Cass could only assume that this wolf would feel the same.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?” She spoke slowly, carefully. How were you supposed to talk to a werewolf? Like a frightened dog, or like an angry person? It was both, wasn’t it? A beast, to be sure, but with a human mind somewhere deep inside. Could she dig it up if she tried hard enough? Was it just a matter of bringing the right shovel?

The woman, now hiding behind the dumpster, whimpered quietly. She looked terrified, and Cass wondered if she’d been bitten. No blood that she could see, and that was a good sign, wasn’t it? No blood meant no bite, no bite meant she wouldn’t have to track this woman down and try to figure out what to say to someone who was going to be a werewolf on the next full moon. But it also meant she needed to work harder to make sure that remained the case. “I can’t let you hurt her,” she said, looking from the wolf to the woman. “So how about we play tag? Huh?” Eyes never leaving the wolf, she leaned down and felt the ground until her fingers grasped a piece of gravel. She tossed it at the wolf, hitting it in the chest. Not a move meant to hurt, but… hopefully it’d capture the wolf’s attention. “Come on. Let’s go. You and me, okay? Tag, you’re it.”

The warning didn’t stick. That wasn’t unusual, but smaller beings had the tendency to run, not stand and hold their ground. Most didn’t want the misfortune of going toe to toe with a grizzly-sized monster. Their soft words did little to ease the beast’s already elevated irritation. It could hear the soft cries behind it, from the living flesh that failed to hide itself well. If it weren’t for this intrusion, it would have easily tracked the woman down by her stench. No matter where she ran, it would find her.

Not now, not anymore. The little sprite lingered, even goading the matt-haired beast into leaving its prey. Did it want a fight? Did it want to play? Did it want the kill for itself? The questions were numerous but the answers were few — actually there were none at all, not even when the strange one pushed further by throwing something small at it. A rock, a pebble, it was nothing, and yet it was something. Another poke, another prod to urge the beast from its prey. And it worked.

The woman, though still horrified, watched from behind the dumpster, unable to help herself. She could die. It didn’t take much for whatever that was — was it a wolf? A bear? It looked too horrible to be anything natural — to lose interest in her and charge after the new player in this fucked up game of tag. She heard it snarl, saw the claws of its feet dig into the soft dirt as it hurried toward — what even was that? Clearly it was someone, or something, with a brain and the morality to help her, but what was going on? She released her breath once the beast’s tail rounded the alley’s corner, disappearing from her sight.

The wolf seemed less and less interested in the woman behind it, and that was a good thing despite the pounding in her chest and the sweat on her palms. That was what Cass had wanted, what she’d been going for. The wolf was big and terrifying and she wasn’t sure if it could hurt her but she didn’t really want to find out. And yet, at the same time, here she was. She was goading it into a chase, she was trying to make sure all of its attention was on her. That was what heroes did, wasn’t it? It was what Hawkeye would have done, what Wonder Girl or Miss Marvel or Starfire would have done, so it was what Cass did, too.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid. The wolf came at her, fury dripping from its giant jaws, and Cass was terrified even if she didn’t let it show. She’d gotten good at swallowing her fear, at tucking it into a corner of her chest where no one could see it. But hiding your fear wasn’t the same as not feeling it. She was still afraid, even if she let out a whoop as she turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction. She saw the woman watching her as she left, prayed that she’d get up and run home now that the coast was clear.

She grinned back at the werewolf, though it was really more of a grimace. “All right,” she said, “let’s go.” She had a plan… kind of. If she could lead the beast into the cave system, she could lose it with ease. It’d probably wander around until morning, when the moon replaced the sun and the beast turned back into a person who’d be able to find their way out of the caves. It was a good plan. Cass just had to… be faster than the wolf, for a little while. Then, everyone would be safe. Including the wolf. Including Cass.

That string of prey would have been easy. It was a quick chase, still stimulating though, and she seemed plenty enough before it was time to slither back into the recesses of Chris’ mind. But then this one had to get in the middle of it and take the attention all for itself. Annoying, but the chase was on and it was keen to catch this new, glowy prize instead. It had to wonder what it might taste like, if it were any good. How would that flesh feel beneath its teeth? Or the blood on its tongue? It hoped it was good. It hoped it would catch it. It wanted to know.

So it followed the creature down the sidewalk and away from the juicy morsel it had cornered not moments before. This better be worth it. There was plenty out in the woods to hunt after, but at this point that was more of a hassle than anything as dawn approached. It could stay awhile, wreak havoc upon the waking world as it had plenty in the past, but it wasn’t just Chris who was tired. The wolf clambered upon four legs after its new target, large claws clumsy against the concrete. Slash marks were left in its wake. They needed to make this quick.

Where was it going? Heavy breath followed the wolf as it kept on the little sprite’s heels. There were moments when it’d get close before a stumble or blockade. Oh, it would get close, it could practically taste the sparks. An angry growl escaped it after a snap of its jaws resulted in nothing but air.

She was tired. Her legs ached, her lungs burned, and it was so hard to keep going. But what choice did she have? If she slowed down, even for a moment, the wolf would catch her. If the wolf caught her, it would hurt her or worse. And Cass didn’t want that to happen. She didn’t want her friends to spend the rest of their lives wondering what had happened to her, or for her body to end up broken and mangled in the morgue in a way that would tell them all exactly how she met her end. Alex would think herself more of a monster if Cass fell to a wolf, even if that wolf wasn’t her. Aria would have no one to not-grow old with, Van would have no one to get matching tattoos with, Milo wouldn’t have a companion to the next superhero movie release. Cass wanted to be there for her friends, and that meant she had to keep running.

So she did. Into the woods, where the terrain grew rougher. It made no difference to Cass, of course; if anything, the rocky terrain made it easier for her to maintain her pace. She’d been built for the Earth, after all, made to run on rocky hills and leave everyone in the dust. She felt more energetic the closer they got to the cave nearest to town, more invigorated. The stones were lending her their energy, and she was grateful for it, grateful for them.

The cave opening stood in front of her, and Cass turned to make sure the wolf was still behind her. After confirming that they were, she darted into the cave, praying that the creature would follow.

It kept running which meant the wolf had to, as well. Why? Because there was nothing there, nothing but the frenzy and instinctual hunger that drove the creature forward. It just couldn’t help it.

As it snapped at the sprite’s heels, pavement turned into grass and grass turned into hills and rocks and pebbles. Thick, black claws dug into rugged earth as the beast did its best through the thick trees and craggy terrain. Hot breath huffed out from flaring nostrils, each one pulsing with every heavy exhale it offered the forest as sacrifice for the hard work its body put into keeping up with the bipedal creature. The beast, too, stood on two legs, but its lumbering form was too top heavy to stay upright, so its hands helped to propel it forward.

The firefly’s light started to dissipate once it reached the mouth of a great night. A cave. The idea of a cave didn’t do much to dispel any cravings and salivating, but the darkness did. The wolf liked when the sun went down, but this was a close darkness, a darkness made to make one feel small and lost. But the light was too tempting. The beast had given pause at the cave opening, to judge it and the situation at hand, but decided the hunger was too great, so it continued to pursue, slowly now, into the tunnel.

She got to the cave and, at the mouth of it, the wolf hesitated. Cass felt her heart rise to her throat when the thundering vibrations of their footsteps didn’t follow her inside, felt panic claw at her chest. What if all of this had been for nothing? What if she led the wolf here, and they didn’t join her in the cave after all? What if they went back to town in spite of everything, found someone else to hunt? Failed, failed, failed, her mind repeated in a mocking tone. Cass threw a rock towards the opening, trying to entice the beast into entering.

And then, enter they did. Slow, cautious. Cass could work with that.

She was capable of moving silently through her domain, but she made no effort to do so now. She was loud, deliberate. She made sure the wolf knew where to go, how to follow her. Any fear she’d felt outside was gone now; in here, they couldn’t touch her. She could sink into the walls, she could fit into the crevices. Out there, the wolf was the predator. But in here? Cass was the far more dangerous thing.

She led them deeper and deeper into the cave, down twisting passageways, taking turn after turn until the entrance was a distant memory. It would be hard for the wolf to find their way out now; it would be nearly impossible for anyone but Cass herself to navigate towards the exit.

It would learn better, but not now. Now was for giving in to the deep rooted and insatiable hunger that urged it deeper and deeper into the cavernous maze. The fresh air that fueled the beast’s heavy breath started to thicken with a stale humidity. Caves were not foreign to it, their mouths and brief shelter were paramount to the wolf’s survival — but it never ventured forth, never dared explore a tunnel or two.

And for good reason: it would probably get lost. That, and combined with its rousing claustrophobia, it never had the desire for spelunking. But retaliation was one hell of a motivator. It surged forward, claws catching on crevices and cracks, hoping its hands would land their mark. But she was too fast, too evasive. She moved expertly through the narrow passageways in comparison to the beast’s fumbling feet. She knew where to step, it had to find it.

That led to missteps, which led to a greater distance between them. The wolf was starting to lose the glowing sprite amidst the darkness and narrow passages. A small bead of panic rolled into its mind.

She made sure never to get so far ahead of the wolf that they would lose track of her entirely. She didn’t want them to get bored and give up the chase, didn’t want them to turn to leave before she’d made sure that leaving would be nearly impossible to do. It led to a few close calls here and there, but nothing as harrowing as the chase outside the cave had been. Cass was untouchable here. It was like a bear trying to catch a fish in the middle of the ocean — the wolf had to tread water and swat at the waves with clumsy paws simultaneously if they wanted any hope of striking.

It was only as they ventured deeper and deeper into the cavern that she began to increase the distance between them. She stopped falling back, stopped waiting for the wolf to catch up. They were so deep now that it would be impossible for them to find their way out like this, as an animal interested in prey more than strategy. When the human mind took over again, there would be some hope. A human could use landmarks to find the exit, to keep from walking in circles. But a wolf? There was no danger of them escaping to do more harm.

Finally satisfied that the wolf would be lost in the labyrinth, she scampered off towards the nearest exit. In the morning, she thought, she would come back and see if they’d transformed back into a person. If they had, she’d lead them out. And if they hadn’t… She could probably find a few squirrels to toss them for breakfast.

#thread #tr: cass a #tr: [ a dangerous game of tag ]

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Talk about zephyr pretty please she sounds super duper uber cool

Holy shit…. Oh my goodness….

Zephyr is my original courier (named after a Red Hot Chili Peppers song) who I have dedicated 22175 words worth of time to (and soon more). The fic is about a third done.

Minor warning for mentions of violence, s/a, and slavery. nothing graphic though. You have been warned.

Her basic story goes like this.

After helping Caesar’s Legion to take over New Vegas (the reasons for which consists mostly of greed) she decides to mope around the Lucky 38 most of the day. After a couple of months a small group of legionaries are like “you’re married now.”

Lets back up a little. Vulpes Inculta had begun a relationship with an NCR colonel to get access to important information for the war against the NCR. They had children closer to the second battle, and once Hoover Dam had been won he was like “surprise, I’m actually a Frumentarius and our relationship has been a lie.” Gets promoted, shipped off the kids, “married” her (now that he is promoted he is in control of the majority of the Strip, and so has the option to marry) and continues to live like that for a little while. About a month before he purchases the rights to marrying Zephyr, his wife tries to poison him by putting cleaning supplies in his food. He has her tongue cut off and sends her away.

Back to Zephyr, she finds out she has been married to Vulpes Inculta. She doesn’t particularly like him, but he might be more forthcoming with information on what happened to her friends now (spoiler alert, most of them are dead). The marriage is a relatively peaceful one, as far as relationships in the Legion can go (no s/a, I’m a firm believer that Vulpes has no “need” to assault someone because he is a spy and infiltrator and can engage in profligate activities whenever. There is a small amount of domestic abuse but Vulpes is cautious of Zephyr and never bruises her) the marriage is mostly just a bid for even more power on Vulpes’s part. At some point Zephyr learns about Vulpes’s past wife, but that’s more important in the story than in this explanation. She also receives a Fixer perscription due to her smoking addiction, and Inculta absolutely abhors smoking.

Everything comes to a head when one night Zephyr cooks Vulpes dinner. Although it was extremely unusual for Zephyr to cook (Vulpes only cooked food for himself after the poisoning attempt) Vulpes decides “hey, wow, look at that, she’s finally becoming a good wife.” He does not know it, but she has spiked the wine. He drinks a glass and it is enough to affect him. She leads him to the bed where she sits on his stomach and eats him alive.

After spending a couple of nights in the apartment with Inculta’s corpse in the bathtub she decides to escape on a night with no moon out, disguising herself as a vexillarius (asshole’s coyote hat) she makes her way out to the wasteland. Here’s where things get a bit tricky.

She knows that Boone is defending Jacobstown and slaughtering legionaries that get too close, so she heads there, is discovered, and I cannot figure out what happens next. Her and Boone definitely have a conversation since they used to be friends, and I’m leaning towards Zephyr trying to get him to kill her and him saying the equivalent of “you made your bed, lay in it.” So that’s all I have so far.

There’s also a few things I didn’t mention, like Arcade’s death and glasses, Veronica’s death, Raul and Cass’s disappearance, how Boone managed to keep living, the Arizona wives, the tiny statue of Juno Vulpes slipped to Zephyr unbeknownst to her, Vulpes being promoted because he’s actually going to be replaced soon, et cetera. But that’s pretty much Zephyr’s active story! She also has a very lengthy backstory.

#fallout new vegas #fallout nv #courier six #caesar’s legion #vulpes inculta #fnv vulpes #courier zephyr #fonv #fonv oc #courier oc #courier 6 oc #fallout fic

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Week 17 Recs: Better Get Comfy

This week, the theme was "Better Get Comfy." I asked for fics between 25,000 and 50,000 words (or thereabouts). These are the fics that are just long enough to cuddle up with for a while!

Behind the cut, you'll find the fics gathered from the Yeehan community, organized by rating and then alphabetically by title.

General Audiences

The Sacred Heart of a Lost Sharpshooter by illune [54,037 words] Reccer comment: "when i tell you this fic in particular changed my life and the way i perceive yeehan... i feel like very few people understand both hanzo and cass as characters, but nestor just *gets it*"

Teen and Up

Discontinuity by SaltCore [25,469 words] Reccer comment: "That fic is so beautifully written!"

They tell him his name is Cole Cassidy. They tell him he’s a vigilante and a mercenary and a brave man and a good man. He supposes he’ll have to take their word for it. He can’t remember for himself.

Mature

Civic Duty by Liquid_Lyrium [40,256 words] Reccer comment: "a fun romp"

When Jesse McCree pulls jury duty—twice—for his writing personas, Hanzo will do whatever it takes to save the reputation of one of his favorite romance/erotica authors. Especially if it means that his favorite series on hiatus will return. The fact that he has feelings for McCree has nothing to do with his equations. Jesse and Hanzo will need to sort out fact and fiction between their accumulated identities.

Threads by CommonNonsense [49,230 words]

Despite being 38 years old, Hanzo has never met his soulmate. He's learned to ignore the red string on his left hand for the last ten years, knowing he is destined to remain alone as he atones for his mistakes. It is for the best. Jesse McCree, however, isn't one to take that lying down.

Explicit

A Losing Combination by manic_intent [42,402 words] Reccer comment: "one of my early favorites in this fandom"

“Do you know what you are here for?” Jesse scratched behind his ear, a little thrown. This, right here, was why Jesse fucking hated going undercover. Talk, talk, talk. Usually, Jesse got bored very quickly, and when Jesse got bored, his trigger finger tended to get itchy. Besides, they’d confiscated his goddamned gun. That was a downright depressing thing to do to a man, that was. “I’m here as hired muscle, yeah?” “Yes,” Hanzo said disdainfully. “‘Hired muscle’. What do you know about me?”

Against the Ropes by Ziane [39,147 words] Reccer comment: "hanzo gets a proposition of a lifetime"

When Jesse McCree met Hanzo Shimada, he never expected to fall so hard so fast. Despite the imminent fight that looms over him, he can only think about how would Hanzo feel under the sheets. In a last-minute impulse, McCree surprises the yakuza prince with a shameless proposition that leaves him stunned.

Boy Next Door by rebeccastceir [35,387 words]

“You know of course,” Hanzo said, “that at some point I am going to have to try to kill you, simply to appease my bosses.” “An’ you know at some point you an’ I are gonna be having lots and lots of sex,” Jesse replied. Hanzo nodded. A smile flickered across his lips. “At many points, if you are any good.”

Coyote Lovely by t_pock [WIP; 38,969 words] Reccer comment: "no way this one hasnt been recced a bajillion times but just for good measure (old name for cowboy and explicit)"

After a mission gone wrong, Hanzo and McCree must lie low in New Mexico for a week. Together.

decalcomanie by a8eja [23,574 words]

Hanzo has a knack for deluding himself and a penchant for will-they-won't-they bullshit.

Ichigo by morrezela [27,121 words]

They break up on a Wednesday

It's All Your Fault by Cadeykat [25,100 words]

Hanzo Shimada joins the ranks of Overwatch and finds that he quite likes teasing the resident cowboy. That is, until a single compliment ruins his thought process, and he has to deal with feelings he's not exactly well versed in.

Puppy Love by MarquesGillette [58,047 words]

Genji signs Hanzo up for a wolfmen/human speed date. Hanzo falls head over feet for a wolf well versed in weather trivia. - Squinting at his brother, Hanzo mumbles, “I do not understand. What is a ‘furry?’” Genji rubs a forefinger under his nose to hide his face-splitting grin. “Literally you."

Ride for the brand by Ziane [37,411 words] Reccer comment: "yakuza hanzo & bodyguard cass are a delicious combo"

Jesse McCree has been working as a bodyguard for the Shimada-gumi for the past two years. He's making a living and he has met Shimada Hanzo, a spoiled brat, his worst nightmare, and his most shameful wet dream.

The Ink Dark Moon by Miko [24,975 words]

Wolf youkai Hanzo has sought only solitude since the disastrous battle with his brother Genji, that resulted in the nekomata's death. Roaming the world, he finds himself settling in a remote area of what humans call the Wild West. It has everything he could ask for; a forest with abundant food, a local wolf pack who are willing to accept him as a friend and ally, and most of all, peace and quiet. Until a gravely injured coyote shifter stumbles almost into his lap, chased by a pack of vicious wolfman creatures. The last thing Jesse McCree ever expected was to find somewhere he wanted to call 'home' again. He's lost too many people that he cared about over the years, and he'd thought he was permanently gunshy. Hanzo is standoffish and arrogant, but Jesse can see there's so much more beneath the wolf's harsh surface. The more he learns of who Hanzo really is, the harder Jesse starts to fall. Problem is, Jesse may well be infected by the werewolf virus in the wake of the attack. And if that isn't enough to tear them apart, the truth of Hanzo's past might be, when Jesse finally discovers how the man is connected to his former packmate Genji. Is love enough to hold them together?

This World Can't Tear Us Apart by ChillieBean [27,894 words]

It was supposed to be a quick and easy surveillance mission. It was supposed to be just another mission. When a series of unexpected events bring Hanzo and Cole closer together, their hidden feelings for each other bubble to the surface.

to say that we're in love is dangerous by kettuluv [31,228 words]

Hanzo Shimada knelt for no man. He would never, ever waver in the presence of someone he deemed lower than him. Never would he bow, never would he get to his knees, never would he show any sign of weakness towards anyone. And yet… Here he sat, knelt in front of that ridiculous man who never stopped talking, who didn't know boundaries, who would've done anything to make someone smile, or laugh. The man who just cared so much. The man whose touch was soft but firm, eyes dark but warm, voice rough yet so full of love. Here he sat with his body trembling, his breath sharp and shaky, face flushed hot, in front of Jesse McCree, the only man he's ever knelt for. *** Letting himself fall for Jesse like this was dangerous for both of them, in more ways than one.

Unabashed by sciencefictioness [36,778 words] Reccer comment: "read it if you love scion - fuck it - read it if you love yeehan"

“Not that I ain’t happy about where this is going, but I’m a fuckin’ mess. You don’t want me wash up first? And I still ain’t got your name, beautiful.” Hanzo pulls the tie from his hair, letting it fall loose around his face and spill over his shoulders. Jesse slides a hand up his side and tangles his fingers in it, like he can’t quite help himself. Behind enemy lines, playing a perilous game, and still Jesse is losing himself, his world realigning with Hanzo at its center. Hanzo preens under the attention, powerful like he only ever is with someone underneath him. Begging, or bleeding, or calling his name.

Willing to Lie by Ilyen [WIP; 69,622 words] Reccer comment: "unfinished, but you know it's good when someone recs that regardless"

"It's Thanksgiving. Want to skip that long, insulting conversation about how you're still single? About how your parents really want more grandchildren? Well, look no further! I am a 28 year old felon with no high school degree and a dirty old van one year younger than me painted like Eddie Van Halen's guitar. I can play between the ages of 20 and 29 depending on if I shave. I'm a line cook and work late nights at a bar. If you'd like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I'm game." -Jesse McCree probably A story 110% based on this craigslist ad - http://cdn.foodbeast.com/content/uploads/2014/11/craig.jpg

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And that's it for Week 17! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a rec.

If you find a fic you like, please be sure to let the author know you enjoyed it through comments or kudos!

Tune in for the Week 18 theme, "By the Numbers," for all those 5+1, 3+1, etc., fics.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 16 recs here, or check the full list of past and future themes here.

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