#waves my hand around vaugly

[neurotypical-sonic]

knuckles "I am around people for the first time in my life and oh you can have crushes?? thats a feeling you can have? towards boys even if youre a boy?? oh wait thats not normal and wrong? wait its not wrong, some people are just mean? hang on what the fuck is going on" echidna

#waves my hand around vaugly #this is just the gay shit. wait until he finds out about the gender shit and has to speedrun that too #egg.txt #knuckles #..... sure this can go in the #sonicposting #<-??? i have such strict but unclear and illogical rules in my head about what im 'allowed' to tag as sonicposting. wtf. #i get so stressed over literally nothing shdjdj even if I break the secret rules what's gonna happen?? sonic police gonna come and get me? #wait fuck. zonic.

[rotomgender-moved]

Under the cut is the first part/chapter of it

Title: Runs in our Family

Word Count: roughly 1.5-2k I'd say

TWs: Near panic attacks, mild dehumanization of self, general ask to tag

Part One

The constant click of timers and bubbling of boiling water is what grounded them, eyes flickering about the room to watch over everything he had to. The rhythmic sound of a knife cutting through vegetables was like music to his ears, a hum rumbling through their chest added to the harmony of the kitchen. It made him feel in control, because he was. Guided merely by his memory of the recipe. Even then, he can tweek and test and try new things. It allowed them to have control over its life. It allowed it  to feel safe, even when working with fire and knives and pots and pans searing red with heat.

"N, my golden friend," His Zoroark companion began from their resting position. "The noodles, you need to put them in the water." N froze for a moment, startled by the sudden reminder.

"Ah! Yes, you're right. What could I do without you, Illusion." It chuckled as its own forgetfulness, scooping the fresh noodles in careful hands and putting them into the water carefully. Setting the egg timer for a minute and a half before continuing the final preparations on the vegetables. Picking them in his hands and putting them into the sauce in a few scoops. 

"You are becoming a good chef, my golden friend, but you mustn't lose yourself in your head while working with fire."

"Yes, Illusion, I am very aware. I'm working on it, I promise."

"I pray to Arceus you learn before you lose a paw."

"Hand, before I lose a hand."

"You get the picture."

Truly, N thought as he nodded to Zoroark. What could I do without you.

N let out a breath of air, turning off the fire in the stone as the timer goes off. Waiting quietly for the sauce to finish cooking. Reminding himself to take a few tablespoons of sugar and sprinkle it into the sauce, making it just that much sweeter. Waiting just for a few more moments, they have to. Reward cannot be reaped without patience, he thought, he must have patience.

To fill his time, he spread his hands up in the air in a Y shape, spinning around and humming. Fully content before he felt a sharp pain in his hand, followed by the loud BANG of the hanging pans hitting each other. N flinched, covering his ears and letting out a whine. A shiver rocked his body, but just before they could feel any tears begin to brim. A hand was placed onto his back, or a paw, moreso.

"It is alright," The voice of his pokemon cooed. "It is only cooking utensils, nothing more. Now, why don't you plate your dinner and watch some of your shows?" 

They continued to nod a little, thanking the illusionist with a scratch on the chin. Which, from the aura of joy it received from Zoroark, was greatly appreciated. N turned on their heel and scooped the noodles onto a plate he already had set aside before pouring a ladle or two of sauce onto it. N had promised Mallow a few days before that he would save some extra sauce for her to use in one of her dishes. Whatever concoction she may come up with, and however much it made the trio of chefs-turned-gym-leaders angry, he was excited to see it. 

As he settled down at his little table in his little kitchen, he smiled a tad. It had taken well a while for him to grow accustomed, or even willing, to live in a home. His first actions at coming to this strange new region had been to find an escape in the woods with his pokemon companions and live off nature for a month and a half. Which apparently, from what they deciphered from the angry ranting of a disgruntled Hugh and the chaotic explanation of a worried Alder. Had left his fellow Unovans with a wild goose chase to find him, having only been discovered by an odd group of children with accents he didn't quite recognize mistaking him for a new wild pokemon, thusly getting hit with a thunder wave that left him in the Pokemon Centers human unit for a little longer then N would prefer to admit.

Once they had been captured and as Nate and Rosa dubbed it, "Secured, Contained and Protected", they were subjected to an explanation that pulling an out-of-pocket disappearing act after the multiple both he, Hilbert and Hilda pulled off, wasn't the best idea. Which he understood! But it wasn't out-of-pocket. They should have expected it to run off into the woods and allowed it to. Or at least explained to those paralysis-happy children to watch out for an uncanny woodland dweller with a Zororak.

Even then, once they were captured, it was surely difficult for them to adjust. They were a pokemon, weren't they? A beast, that's what he'd always been told. No human would be able to speak with creatures that aren't fellow humans. But isn't it the same with Pokemon? So are these pokemon more human than beast, or is he more beast than human? Was it the years of isolation that made it hard to settle in an actual home all by itself, or was it the longing to run free with beasts like him?

N didn't like sitting in that question, so as it always did, it shoved it back into a deep corner of their mind and locked it in a little box with all those other heavy questions. All of the concerns and the old ideologies he forcibly shoves away and represses. It was all he could do, if he wasn't a beast or human. Then who could he be helped by?

Well, it didn't matter. It hadn't even noticed it had finished its plate of early dinner during his lamenting. Having been lazily twirling the fork in nothing for a good few moments to minutes. 

"N, my golden child," Zororak began. "Why don't you tuck me away and go speak to other people. You haven't left this little ranch-house in a few days; it will do you some good." They commented, nudging N's back. The soft clacks of things such as potions, a tube for those "PokeBlocks" that a pair of twins had been gifting to everyone on the island, and pokeballs.

"That… Does sound like a good idea." N agreed quietly, fully coming out of their thoughts. "Yeah." They got up off their seat and washed the plate and other utensils he had used swiftly, before shrugging their jacket back on and stringing their hair into a ponytatail once more. If Zororak thought it was a good idea, then N might as well be convinced. This pokemon had single-paw-dedly helped raise him from infancy to now. Always having found its way back to him. N thought of it as a mother and as they say. Mother knows best.

As he exited his home and was met by warm sunshine, he suddenly remembered why they had been so intrigued by the woods and all its inhabitants for oh-so-long. Or well, the week they had been there before they were hospitalized by four sneaky, pokemon hunting children. They couldn't be mad, though. They were apparently uncanny looking, Hilbert having described him as "a bit to long and a little too fluffy, with speech so fast he might as well just be making noises."  

But N didn't mind, it simply thought itself as far more built for the wild than the others. But… Thinking about it, that could be the reason why everyone though that of him. As N walked, staring down at the grass in thought. He felt his shoulder bump someone running by.

"Watch it, tall-ass!" A quite foulmouthed voice sounded, making N's eyes flicker to the redhead who was already making a getaway.

"Language!" They simply called back, rolling their eyes, hearing a distant "shut up!" as they made distance with the redhead. "Rude child." He decided, looking up to glance around the circle of homes that they had all settled in during this odd meet up. In a region that nobody seemed to have heard of, at that. It felt weird, it was weird. Why did any of them trust it?

Well, it should speak for itself. It went along, even if dragged on by his group of siblings-by-spirit. Chattering away that if they were all going, he was coming along. That they had already packed everything for him, and that if he refused they'd just sleep powder him and take him along anyway-

Why did I not run off? They thought, realizing the slight horror of that situation. Those kids were needlessly pushy in trying to get N to talk to new people. Dragging him about the cruiser they were in with all the other guests. Introducing him to some of the other kids that Nate and Hugh had already dragged into their mischief.

What were those kids names? Barry and Sapphire, he believes. Sapphire was that young lady who's brother had given him the tube of pokemon candies, if he remembers. Barry was a talkative young boy who seemed to immediately jump ship to play along with Nate and Hugh's pranks. He also remembers a handful of other faces, a married couple he vaugly remembers seeing on a few news casts back in Unova, Red and Green were their names. Along with another lady he didn't recognize, who took quickly to chatting along with Hilbert and Hilda. Rosa had been coaxing a green haired boy out of his shell with who he thinks was Sapphire's brother. 

He remembers a few other faces. A circle of kids all taking part in pokemon trading under Lance's watch. Bianca and Cheren, listening to a young boy, chitter away about his brother. Two boys nearly tearing at eachother, and not in a pokemon battle, while their supposed companions either encouraged it or tried to seperate them. One of them was that redhead who had swore at them, he thinks. 

But most importantly, he met Mallow and Guzma on that ship. The only two he confidently remembers the names and faces of. Mallow was a sweet woman, a trial captain. She had seen his shivery, nervous nature and pulled him aside from the crowd. He had listened to her talk about cooking and asked a few questions himself. Which is where that interest began. Guzma was… well he can only say he was Guzma. Rough around the edges yet smooth in the soul type, who had introduced him to N's first new species of pokemon in a while. A very, very polite and well mannered Gollisapod. He could sense even before listening to the pokemon that it was well cared for. 

It further made their heart pull, obviously the pokemon was battle-scarred. One or two chips on its shell that were healing overtime. But still so… Happy. Pokemon Battles weren't that bad, he knew that. But the confirmation that it was all okay was still nice.

"Hey, you!" A voice snapped him from his thoughts, making him turn. "Yeah, you! Take a few steps back. You almost walked yourself off a cliff." 

"Oh- why thank you! I didn't even notice."

"Obviously you didn't," He snorted a little. "You're that N guy that Rosa was telling me about! I'm Ruby, I was out trying to see some new pokemon. But all I caught was you almost about to take a trip off a cliff." Ruby rolled his eyes.

"Well, I was lost in thought. Thank you again for catching me, Ruby. Though I'm sure I would've survived a fall into some sand." N shrugged, examining Ruby as the boy nodded over his shoulder.

"Well… Maybe as a thank you, you could come to the community house where all of us trainers are. Rosa said you had some pretty cool Pokemon that you never let anyone touch the PokeBalls of. It's gotten the group talking." Ruby smiled, eyes crinkling. N paused in thought, feeling the pokeball in his hand he recognized as Zororaks. It wanted them to talk to other people… So they might as well. Even if the idea of presenting their pokemon to people they didn't know made their stomach twist. 

"... Okay, alright. I will. Lead the way, Ruby."

#ranger writes #pkmn posting #runs in our family fanfiction #hi :] #feel free to ask questions about it lolz

[b00t-s]

We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

.

.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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updated masterpost

tag list: @arrowthenon-binaryroyalty, @spellingwillbethedeathofme,

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and we meet our boi virgil

context is for losers

i could of probably cut out unnecessary things in that but y'know I'm new and I like it

these posts will be in chronological order, unless flashback, but it's not following a set-in-stone story line, so asks are, yet again, much appreciated.

I procrastinated too much during the making of this

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #janus sanders #genderfluid!janus #patton sanders #trans!patton #virgil sanders #alcohol mention #Janus what have you agreed to #hiss hiss bitch #this story is all over the place plz #roceit #platonic moxiety #This won't and never will be a moxiety fic I'm sorry #their father ans son relashionship #no hate on the ones who do ship it #it just isn't my cup of tea #Ok-ish

[trollhunter-nomura]

Chapter 1: Becoming

Finally finished ch one of this au story about Nomura being the trollhunter.

.....

Zelda Nomura was not in the best of moods. Her alarm didn't go off, so she was running late. And her bottle of favorite perfume fell off her dresser and all over her shoes. She didn't have time to scrub it off of her either, so she had a very strong perfume scent to her.

She was lucky she didn't have to deal with Bular tonight, as Bular already hated human perfumes and cologns and would most likely kill her had she had to be near him. But tonight a peice of the bridge was coming in and that would keep Bular occupied at least this evening.

But that didn't change the fact that due to all these circumstances she was going to be late for work. As she approached the drain canal she contemplated taking a shortcut. The sewers went all over Arcadia, and if she used those she'd be much faster in her toll form.

She jumped down to the bottom and looked for an access grate. As she approached one, she heard a voice.

ZELDA NOMURA

This caused her to pause. No one ever called her by her first name. Not even her boss. She went on high alert. She may be trapped in her human form, but she was ready to fight if it came to her.

ZELDA NOMURA

It called again. She noticed it was coming from a nearby pile of rocks. She walked slowly towards it and realized it was no ordinary pile of rocks. They looked more like troll remains to her. And the voice was coming from it. Her heart pounded as she shifted some out of the way to spot a glowing blue object.

No way.

It seemed to pulse as she lifted it to examine it.

ZELDA NOMURA

Her mouth felt dry. She quickly looked around to ensure she was alone, that no one could possibly see her with it. Least of all Bular. When she was sure she was alone, she shoved it into her purse and headed back to the street above. At this point she was beyond late, and the shortcut wasn't worth it. Heart racing she headed to the museum, wondering how to explain her tardyness to her boss.

As she ran off, six eyes seemed to glow from the sewer grate she was originally going to take.

"It chose a human!!" A voice shouted, ducking back into the shadows.

....

It was late in the evening as Nomura walked out of the bathroom having just come out of the shower, finally smelling normal for once today. As she toweled off her hair she reached into her purse and pulled out the amulet, still marveling that she was now in possession of Merlin's treasure. As she stared at it, the words on the outer most part changed, cycling thru different languages from trollish, which she knew vaugly by reading but not how to speak, thru various other languages till it landed on English.

"For the glory of Merlin..."

Before she could finish, there was a knock on the door. She wasn't expecting any visitors at this hour. She reached for one of her decorative swords she had on display, that she just so happened to keep nice and sharp, and opened the door; only to find the last thing she ever expected: a four-armed, six eyed troll.

"Salutations good madam, I am..." He trailed off, noticing the sword in her hand. And immediatly held up his hands. "Oh dear."

Nomura tightened her grip on the sword, pointing it at him. Mind racing she had to think quick, she couldn't let known she knew more than she should.

"Who, and What... Are you?" She said, with a slight firm scowl.

The troll held up his four hands as she pointed the sword at his nose.

"Blinkous Galadrigal, at your service. You may call me Blinky if you'd like." he gave a gesture with one of his hands, before holding it back up. "I promise I mean you no harm."

He gave a small grin, blinking his eyes almost out of sync. Nomura slowly backed up letting the troll inside.

"That answers the 'who' not the 'what.' I've never seen something like you in my life. And I want to know why you're at my apartment."

"I am, to put it simple, a troll. A creature who lives under this Fair city of Arcadia. As for the reason I am here, we saw that you had found the Amulet of Merlin this morning."

At this point Nomura put the sword down on the table and picked up the amulet.

"This thing? It knew my name." She knew exactly what it was, but continued to feign ignorance. Centuries of subterfuge in the making. "What is it exactly?"

"It's an amulet created by Merlin himself to protect both your world and ours." The troll continued.

"From what, exactly?" She asked.

"Evil trolls called Gumm-gumms. We can go in-depth if you'd like, when we return to troll market."

Something about how he said that caught her attention.

"We? Are there other trolls outside my door?" She opened the door to an empty hallway.

Blinky steepled his fingers. "There is another troll, but he is outside. He unfortunately was too large to fit thru the door."

There was a gentle tap on the window, which Blinky gestured towards. Nomura opened the window and saw below it was a rather large troll covered in green moss-like fur. He waved at her.

"Meet ARRRGGGH. My closeest companion."

"Hello." The other troll said in a gruff voice, giving Nomura a rather toothy grin. She gave a light wave back.

Pulling her head back into her apartment she looked over at the other troll.

"So, what does this mean for me exactly, like how does this work?" She gestured at the amulet.

"Well, if you read the inscription on the amulet, it will adorn you in magical armor to allow you to fight the evil trolls. Have you had a chance to read it yet?"

She tucked a hair behind her ear, "No, not really."

Blinky tapped a finger on his chin. "Perhaps it would be best if we adjourn to the nearby park before you try."

Nomura quirked an eyebrow, before grabbing her keys, following the troll to the park just across the street.

....

"Now, if you were to read the inscription, it will grant you the armor."

Nomura nodded, looking at the amulet's inscription.

"For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command."

In an instant, the amulet floated out of her hand and she suddenly felt weightless. Silvery blue peices of armor floated and covered her body. She landed to the ground almost soundlessly. She looked over herself taking in the transformation. The armor, silver with blue glowing runes, felt as if it was lighter than air, but also very durable. The armor covered her fore arms, her chest area and her legs completely, tho her biseps were merely covered by a seemingly dragon scaled mail. She turned around to get a glimpse of what she could, peering over the shoulder pauldrons and noted the plate skirt that protected her hips and thighs. She halfway wanted to transform to also see how it would look in her troll form. She noted that right at this moment she did not have a helmet, wondering if the amulet would provide one if needed? She marveled at how light the armor was, and flexible.

"Magnificently done, Madam...?" Blinky trailed off realizing that he did not know the trollhunter's name.

Nomura, distracted at admiring herself, introduced herself. "Zelda Nomura."

"Ah, Master Zelda!" Blinky said with a grin.

She realized her mistake. "No, do not call me that. You can call me "Ms Nomura if you like, or just Nomura, but never use my first name."

Blinky held up to of his hands. "My apologies Master Nomura."

She shook her head obviously she wouldn't be able to get him to not call her 'master.'

"Now, all that is missing is the sword of Daylight, and the transformation will be complete."

"How do I make that appear?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Simply hold out your hand, and it should appear."

She did just tho, and within her hands, appeared a rather large unweildly broad sword; it's weight catching her off guard. She frowned. She never was a fan of broad swords, whishing it was more like a saber or even like her khopesh scimitars. As if hearing her wish, in a flash of blue light the sword transformed to a long thin sabre. The guard was wide, almost braided, adorned with the similar glowing runes as her armor, the grip was comfortable. The blade was long, shimmery and seemed quite sturdy. She tested it out, doing some simple fencing feints and lunges.

"Now this is more like it." She grinned enjoying how easy it was to move it.

"Remarkable, I have never seen the sword of Daylight do that." Nomura shrugged at Blinky's exclamation. "You also seem well versed in using the sword."

"Well, I took fencing classes so I'm no stranger to sword play." She gave an innocent smile.

"TROLLHUNTER!!!" A voice shouted from the other side of the park. A voice she knew very well.

"Uh oh." ARRRGGGH said, looking over her shoulder.

"It's Bular!" Blinky shouted. "Come, we must run!"

Nomura was definitely for that, wishing more than anything the trollhunter's armor had a helmet or a mask. SOMETHING to disguise her face if Bular recognized her she was as good as dead. As if responding to her wish, a helmet surrounded her head and face. She had no time to admire it, as Bular was gaining on the three of them, knocking over benches in his stampede.

"Where are we running?" She shouted.

"To the drain canal, it's where the entrance to Trollmarket is." Blinky responded.

Bular was right on top of them practically when they finally made it.

"We cannot open the door with him so close. We do not want him to gain access to Trollmarket. You have to distract him Master No--"

"Distract him??" She shouted in alarm, cutting him off from saying her name. "By myself? Can't you help ARRRGGGH?"

The big green troll shook his head, grunting. "Pacifist."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"It will be a pleasure to kill you right where I killed the previous trollhunter, human." Bular said in almost Glee, drawing his swords as he started towards them.

Nomura looked around the area and got an idea. It was risky, but she had no choice if she wanted to live.

"I have an idea, be ready to do whatever you have to to open that door." And she took off running, leading Bular from the other trolls.

Once she was a good distance from them she turned to face the imposing Gumm-gumm, heart pounding in fear. She drew Daylight and stood ready.

"Centuries of tollhunters and I would have killed two in as many days." Bular gave a menacing grin.

"It seems you're good at math, Bular." Nomura taunted, hoping the armor distorted her voice enough.

It was now or never for her plan. She saw a signal from the others and took off running, Straight for Bular.

"You must have a death wish human!" He roared at her.

At the last second, when she readied to jump, she instantly transformed to troll, using the anatomy of her legs to get better lift on the jump. She felt the armor shift with her, keeping all vital parts covered. She tucked into the jump, flipping directly over the evil trolls head, and landing deftly behind him as he stumbled, losing his balance. Before he could regain his footing, she shifted back and ran straight towards Blinky and ARRRGGGH as they opened the portal, she dove in and they followed, closing it moments before Bular could reach it; his frustrated roars and pounding against the wall fading.

"I can't believe that worked." Nomura stated, breathless from her efforts, sitting at the top of a luminescent staircase.

"How spectacular!" Blinky whooped in joy. "I had no idea humans could jump so high!"

Grateful they did not see her shape shifting, she thought of a quick response, "I took gymnastics as a child."

"Ah, well that definitely came quite in handy. Come now." He lead the way down the stairs.

What she saw next took her breath away. Thru the cave entrance was a sight to behold, one she wouldn't dream of ever seeing.

"Welcome, to Heartstone Trollmarket."

#trollhunters #trollhunter nomura #fic #ch 1

[runedwishes-a]

[ space ]: Naven and Triage?

[ space ]: the receiver is finding their environment overwhelming and stressful, and the sender offers to help them find somewhere quieter.

(Did I leave my door unlocked, Mom's gonna be pissed--)

(I wonder if they like me back--)

(I can't wait for our field trip tomorrow--)

(Hey, this tastes funny--)

(Why did I say that? What is WRONG with me--)

The woes of being a mind reader without an off switch. Privy to the inner thoughts and emotions of everyone around him, at all hours, as if being adrift in a vast ocean of consciousness with only a flimsy piece of driftwood to keep his sanity above the surface. And when the waves crash down over him, it became difficult to tell what where his powers ended and where he began. He was usually careful to AVOID crowded places, but people tend to gather for one reason or another, and it happened too fast for him to distance himself in time.

Now it just hurts, his head is pounding, and he can't find his Epithet suppressent and his friends aren't here and he feels fear, joy, anger, love, hatred, distain, indifference, and stop and stop and stop stop STOP--

He only vaugly feels someone tugging on his arm and leading him away. His eyes are SHUT, both hands FIRMLY clutching blonde locks. He doesn't care who it is, who happened to notice--anywhere but here was better than feeling everything at once.

Breathe. Breathe--!

#((Naven is not having a good time--)) #{IC} #{RP} #bionicparrot

[ohahahahaha]

Lance was used to being sick. Growing up with all those younger siblings made him a victim of many colds, flus, and stomach bugs. He considered himself a master at illness. Or so he thought. Lance was jerked awake by his alarm that sat on the dresser beside his bed. It sounded as if it were underwater. When Lance raised up to turn it off, he knew immediately that something was wrong. His ears were ringing, echoing in his head and wincing at the noise. He also had this deep ache throughout his entire body, even his bones ached. As Lance shook his head to try to clear the ringing, a wave of nausea hit him. Lance was familiar with vomiting. It always happened in a process. First, his palms and forehead would become clammy. Second, his stomach would cramp as if someone was tying it in a knot. Third, he would get this coppery metal taste in his mouth like he had a mouthful of pennies. And that's what he felt right now. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the saliva and bile down. He couldn't be sick. Not today! The team was supposed to be going over new strategies and then train. He promised Keith that he would fight hand-to-hand combat with him so he wouldn't have to use a droid again. And Lance wasn't the type to go back on a promise. His mama raised him better than that. ~~~~~ "Lance! Did you hear what I just said? This is the second time you've fell asleep! This is important information that you all need to know!" Lance swallows thickly and nodded at Allura. This was a bad idea. Lance was trying, really, but he was just so exhausted. His eyelids weighted a ton, and he couldn't keep them up. His hair was stuck to his pale forehead with sweat, but he was still shivering. Shiro sent him a concerned glance, but Lance waved it off. He wouldn't be seen as weak. He wanted to prove his worth to the team, that he was strong. He wasn't going to let the team down, so he made himself focus on Allura's blurring figure as she continued. ~~~~~ When the time for training to come around, Lance was worse. It hurt to move his limbs, too sudden movement made him nauseous, and the was a sharp pain behind his eyes that continuously throbbed, his head feeling like it was going to explode. "Hey, Lance! Are you ready to train?" Lance blinked at Keith, trying to process what he had just said. "Uh..Lance?" Lance blinked a few more times before coming to his senses. "O-Oh! Yeah, let's do this! Eager to get your butt kicked?" Keith stared at Lance, noticing something was off, but brushed it off. Lance was always acting weird, so he didn't think too much about it. "In your dreams, Lance." They made their way to the training room and faces each other, braced into crouched stances. Lance tried to focus, but it was like fog was inside his head, and there were suddenly three other Keiths in front of him. He vaugly hears Keith say something and before he can say 'what' Lance is on the ground. His head hit the floor and stars formed behind his eyes. "Oh my god, Lance?!" Keith reached down from him, but Lance pushed him away. He tasted pennies. Fumbling to get on his hands and knees, Lance tried to crawl away, but his stomach suddenly twisted, and Lance couldn't hold back. Retching loudly, tears streamed down his face as he violently brought up lunch and breakfast. Even after his stomach was empty, he continued to retch, tears streaming down his face. He begged for it to stop, he couldn't breathe. He could hear Keith shouting, but he couldn't focus, couldn't hear. When he felt like he was going to pass out, his stomach finally eased. Lance crumpled to the ground and could barely feel the hands that was on his face. Lance closed his eyes tightly, tears still streaming as he took in ragged, greedy breaths, and shivering uncontrollably. Then the hands were gone. Lance didn't know how long he laid there. It could've been hours for all he knew. But then he felt someone pick him up. He heard Shiro's voice. "Lance? Are you okay?" Lance just groaned and squeezed his eyes tighter. " Come on Keith, let's take him back to his bed and ask Allura what we should do." As Shiro walked, the rocking made Lance sleepy, which he gladly welcomed. "He should've said something to us. What if we were in the middle of a mission or a battle? Lance would pretty much just get in the way!" Keith whispered. Lance was ashamed that he was so weak, especially in front of Keith and Shiro. Lance just wanted to prove that he belonged as a part of Voltron, that the team can count on him. Lance's last thought before he let sleep consume him was that the only thing the team could count on him to do was let them down.

#langst #lance #whump week #shiro #keith #allura #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld

[coolestskelebro-blog]

(Sorta my headcanon on Altertale Asriel...while Asriel is a nice enough person, he never intended on making sentient creatures, he intended on making weapons. Because of this, he always had a...wariness towards his own children. So, while Asgore and Toriel were taken care of decently, they weren’t always given much affection, however much Asriel may have wanted to. Also Papyrus saw the little ones as sorta like a second chance to be a big brother. However, he only vaugly remembers them after Asriel fell)

Asriel hummed lightly as he entered the lab, flipping absentmindly through his notes. “Hmmm….” He nodded to himself, still not looking up from his notes.

“It seems Asgore will need another health check,” he muttered to himself, grabbing a pen from his pocket to scribble that down.

“Asgore!” his naturally soft-spoken voice only raised slightly, the man not even looking up from his notes as he called. After all, whenever the young child heard his footsteps, he usually came running cheerfully (quite the good hearing, really! Perhaps he should give him a hearing test along with his checkup). Asriel paused, continuing to hum his diddy as he waited to the tiny child. And waited. Finally, Asriel peered up from his notes, pursing his lips at the very empty space.

“Asgore! You better not have gotten into my workspace!” He called out in a firm voice. Nothing. He sighed in frustration, striding to the door of his private workspace. “You know you’re not supposed to be in here,” Asriel warned, opening to door to find-

“Asgore?” Asriel exclaimed in confusion, looking around the empty room. It was just as he left it, no hint of a small goat child playing around. The man felt his SOUL tense, eyes going wide in worry. Where could he be?

He ran outside his workspace, calling Asgore’s name over and over as he opened every door, upturned every shelf.

“Asgore, stop hiding! It isn’t playtime!” Asriel called out, worry, as well as a bit of fright in his voice. It wasn’t safe for him to be out! He sped out the door of his lab, about to run through the whole of Hotland, when he heard a very familiar, loud voice.

“COME ON, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT! SAY PA-PY-RUS.”

Tiny, high pitched giggling followed. “Pa! Pa!” came the response. At first, Asriel could only pause, blinking. He grit his teeth, his naturally calm demeanor tensing in frustration. Seriously!? Asriel marched over to the sound of the voices, grumbling under his breath. “I warned him,” He muttered, “I told him! Asgore isn’t like normal monsters! Just because he’s cute, doesn’t mean he still can’t be-“

He spun on his heels as he turned the corner, but paused halfway. He blinked, viewing the scene before him.

The king was holding the child in front of him, the small goat child giggling loudly with the skeleton king.

“NYEH HEH HEH!” Papyrus laughed loudly and Asriel didn’t think he ever heard the king laugh that loud. The man’s eyes softened and he sighed in irritation. Oh whatever would he do with his king?

Asgore, seeming to instantly hone in on Asriel’s presence turned towards the older goat. Little eyes widened in exitment and he held out his arms. “Da! Da!” he demanded.

“HMMM…?” Papyrus turned his head curiously. “OH!” he blinked in surprise at seeing the scientist. It didn’t take long for his surprise to turn into a quite sheepish expression and he turned fully, holding out the child for Asriel to take.

“I…APOLIGIZE. I…I THINK HE ESCAPED AGAIN…”

Asriel wordlessly stride over to the two, grabbing the child in the king’s arm, who responded instantly by clinging to the scientist. “Hmmm…” Asriel sighed, shifting his arms so as to have a better hold on Asgore. He looked down at the smaller goat, expression stern. “You know you’re not supposed to go running off.”

“mmm…” Asgore looked up at Asriel with big, sad eyes. “Sorry.”

“It’s dangerous for you and for others. You are not in complete control of your magic and could easily hurt someone,” He looked back up to the king, “And we have talked about this. Asgore is not like other monsters, he’s dangerous in very real ways.”

“HMMM…” Papyrus placed a hand on his hips, jaw shifting in an expression of slight annoyance, “SO YOU’VE TOLD ME. SHOULD YOU REALLY BE CALLING YOUR OWN CHILD A DANGER IN FRONT OF HIS FACE?”

“It’s for his own good,” Asriel snapped back firmly, “The sooner he learns to control himself, the better.”

“HE’S JUST A KID,” Papyrus argued, “HE DOESN’T KNOW HE’S DOING ANYTHING WRONG.”

Asriel blinked at the king incredulously, “That’s exactly the point!” His normally calm voice rose, “Don’t you get it! He could destroy the whole underground if we’re not careful!” He waved one arm out, “Everything, blasted away!”

Asgore shifted in Asriel’s arm, looking uncomfortable at this discussion, even if he didn’t truly understand.

“STOP THAT! CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE MAKING HIM FEEL BAD!” Papyrus snapped, and with a look of determination grabbed the child back.

“AND HOW DO YOU THINK HE’D FEEL IF HE ROASTED EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE ALIVE!!!” Asriel snapped back, shouting now in rage, reaching forward for the child.

“HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HE’LL DO IF YOU DON’T GIVE HIM A CHANCE!” Papyrus pulled the child closer to his chest, denying the scientist request for his child back.

“DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE SAYING! HE WAS ORGINALLY SUPPOSED TO BE A WEAPON! WEAPONS DON’T GIVE SECOND CHANCHES!” Though his voice was raised fully in anger now, his eyes were wide in desperation, hoping the king would understand.

“HE’S NOT A WEAPON!” Papyrus snapped, “HE’S A MONSTER AND HE DESERVES-“

Asriel couldn’t take this anymore; he was never good at confrontations, he didn’t even want this to be a confrontation! He just wanted the king to…to get it! He felt his eyes water in frustration. “I KNOW! BUT HE’S NOT A NORMAL ONE, HE’S NOT LIKE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER-“

“DON’T YOU BRING HIM INTO THIS!,” Papyrus snarled, an anger that made the scientist step back. For a moment, there was silence. Both looked stunned in their own anger. A wail interrupted the silence and they both seemed to remember the tiny child in Papyrus’ arm.

“Da! Da!” Asgore wailed, reaching for Asriel, hiccupping through tears. Papyrus seemed too stunned to stop the scientist from gently taking the child out of the skeleton’s arms.

“Shhh….” Asriel soothed quietly. And suddenly, he was showing an affection he often kept hidden, too afraid to get close to this strange weapon turned monster. “It’s ok, it’s alright. I’m sorry for yelling. You’re not a weapon, I just…” He sighed, “Don’t want you to become one, that’s all.” He bounced the child lightly, rubbing his back, cooing at him, “I’m sorry.” And the apology seemed to run deeper than just this argument with the king. ‘I’m sorry, for making you this way,’ was what Asriel really wanted to say. Once the child was soothed, Asriel looked back up to the king, who was watching the display curiously.

“I’m sorry,” Asriel said quietly, as not to disturb Asgore who was about to fall asleep from exhaustion, “I know you miss your brother dearly and I shouldn’t of brought him into our spat.” Papyrus could only nod, seeming lost in a memory. Asriel hmmed in thought.

“How about this? Why don’t you help train Asgore when he gets older? He’s gonna need someone with a lot of control with their magic to help them.”

And Papyrus’ eyes shone, and he nearly bounced with excitement. “WOWIE, YOU MEAN IT!”

Asriel lightly shushed him, “I do mean it.” And the two smiled at each other. After all, no matter what, Asriel was Papyrus’ best friend.

#ooc

[awellboiledicicle]

I had a dream last night that I was in Fallout 4 via moving in with one of my mutuals who had inherited a fortune from an uncle that they didn’t really give a shit about, but they and their husband were friends with me via my blog? So they invited me to live in Boston with them because they had a new fancy house and my parents were More Shit Than Usual?

So i moved in and appearantly they also had a smol son named Shaun [yup] and I liked playing with him because i do like children, i just get tired easily? But Nate and Nora [this should have been more of a hint tbh] paid for my meds too so i had more energy and i helped care for Shaun and I got to meet their nanny? It was literally Codsworth, but he was this British guy that went to college with Nate? And he was Indian and had a fantastic mustache that i cannot find something even vaugly like online ok. Like this but with a very nicely cultivated facial hair that he would wiggle to make Shaun giggle.

Apparently Nate and Codsworth met in England because Nate was half English and had school together and Codsworth had gone on to be in the army, and fight in some of the resource wars. He ended up being honorably discharged due to an injury to one of his legs, and Nate came all the way to the UK to take him from the airport to his flat, and then offered Codsworth a spot in their apartment? Nora was going to be mad but really couldn’t be, because in Fallout once you’re discharged in the resource wars, not shit is coming your way. Then again the only reason they got enough rations to feed them all was because Nate was going through training for his entrance in the war with China or Mexico depending on which came first? And Canada was mid-uproar about troops going through their boarders, and the only people raising hell in the US was bloggers like me years later and people protesting on the ground.  That is of course, before the new plague.

So, there we all were in this new house, life having spiraled from Dumpster Fire to ‘The New Plague is loose, We are at active War, And Death Is Occurring’ and people were responding about as well as you would expect. Nora was suing the government for years, Nate had hardly been home since the government had started releasing Deathclaws into groups of protesters--- there was as much world wide outrage as there could be, but honestly it just lead to armed protest and more people dying or being too afraid to protest, or terrifying revelations about government experimentation after a server was hacked and leaked to the rogue social media accounts. I remember i was going to Temple in a synagogue that had reinforced the whole building with concrete and more or less made itself into a vault because we were all too terrified of people vandalizing and attacking people.  Codsworth refused to let me leave the house without something to defend myself, and he carried at least 4 different knives and one gun on his person at all times. He and Nora also took enough chems to not just stress themselves to death that i worried about their health. I didn’t take anything aside my meds because all the chems were New Things to me, 1, and 2 i had no idea what they’d do to me.

Nate came back from Alaska and told us he didn’t think things were going well, especially since he was sent home after refusing to follow some order or another-- he just got a haunted look and wouldn’t tell even Nora what the order was?  It was a couple days later when the VaultTec guy showed up, only it wasn’t “VaultTec” they called it “Shelter Solutions” and let me tell you even dream me only went with listening to this fidgetty white man in a suit in a time of panic because Nora let him into our home. She told me to go get Nate and he said for me to help Nora fill it out, and she said I was a sibling to them, so i could. She asked the Rep if we’d all fit in the vault and he said yes, just not the pets. I was so sad. But we got all the things filled out and in a bolt of inspiration I asked for directions to the Vault because yes, Sanctuary Hills, ye, but I know i am bad at directions and my sentimental Jewish ass will stop to help people and hardening my heart and thinking about directions would be the only way to survive. 

Because like fucking clockwork, Shaun started crying and Codsworth and Nate-- they’d been trying to play with him and hadn’t really succeeded. Nate had tried to use a little rubber bat and Shaun Did Not Approve. Codsworth’s mustache wiggle didn’t appease.  Nora got up and went to go calm down the kiddo. I was frozen on the couch, watching the news-- it was a habit, by then. It was in black and white, not because of technology, not because of culture, but because it was the Rebel News Source. Some really damn brave black people, probably Latinos, Asians, and Native Americans had started a roaming news station that jacked into the internet connections pretty much every american had: the phone line. Hook a line to your tv and your wall, you get the channel and your phone. Or, at least that was the logic. They’d talk about what was coming in regarding protests, what was actually happening out there, what the government was actually doing.  Park the van, broadcast the relevant info as you get it, run.  The guy sitting on camera right then was masked, not uncommon, and talking about how the larger black communities in New Orleans were being hit with another wave of the New Plague as well as something else getting in the water. He was scarred up and down his arms, not from fighting, though you could see some of those scars were defiantly from that. Nah, stimpaks and too many desperate stabs of Med-x and Rad-x. Radaway. You get protesters walking past those “new energy efficient” radiation powered cars-- i did like them for their lack of carbon foot print, but the price in a crash no-- and you give the soldiers coming for them a ready made bomb.  He was part way though talking about how to tell if a water source was tainted, and how to tell if someone is sick, when someone shoved some papers in his face. I was yelling before he reacted. I was grabbing things, my meds and the extras and all the chems i could as they all came in to the words over the tv. “What the-- Shit, fuck. They did it. They did it. They dropped the bombs, get to fucking cover, guys. Confimed flashes over New york and DC! Yo, Tyrone step o--” Static. Sirens and screaming.

“Run.”

So, they say when the first atom bomb was tested in the desert a blind woman several thousand miles away perceived the flash. Or at least, that’s a story that people who like the power of the bombs like to wave around with glee, instead of the fact that when they were first tested the scientists who fabricated them didn’t know if the whole of earth’s atmosphere would be destroyed.  This is something that was at the forefront of my mind about the time we were, as a family, running to the elevator down to the vault. I tripped on the ledge.  Codsworth paused to help me up, and i pushed him onto the platform as it started going down. The flash didn’t do anything for my vision about the time i threw myself into the chasm before the lid closed. I landed hard, but most it did was put out my back, because I have the annoying ability to handle long falls and sit there blinking while Codsworth drags me through the scanners.  I was ushered into another room than the three of them, and I worried. I knew how this went. I knew. I managed to make it past nuclear fire and i was going to die because of bad cryogenics. Then again, there were differences already, massive ones, perhaps it was enough, perhaps perhaps. They had me get dressed, and this lone scientist was eventually the only one with me. I was an extra. Everyone else supposed to be in this room hadn’t made it. I asked to wait to get inside until my eyes cleared a bit, and she allowed it. I asked how long the decontamination would take, watching from the side of my vision. She said, with some fidgeting, that it would take only a few moments. I asked, if that was the case, why was there a need for so many pods? Surely they could have saved money with two or so and had people stand back. She agreed but stated Shelter Solutions didn’t ask her.  I asked if there was a copy of the Torah in the Shelter, and she said she didn’t know. I asked why there needed to be insulation tubes to and from the decontamination pod if it was for that. She was silent. I said that I could see, by then, and that i knew we were not here to decontaminate. She asked what I wanted to do with that information. I said that I had studied biology and microbiology, and much of science, and as a scientist to another, i wanted to know if it would be possible to survive someone overriding the freeze and then refreezing everyone. She said yes, so long as the failsafe’s are in tact. I asked if there was a way they would not be. She said only if someone turned them off. I asked her, plainly, as a person of science to another, to please protect those failsafe’s. Because I would go into the pod, but my family is in the other room and i need them safe.  She agreed and shook my hand.  When the mutiny against the Overseer occurred, she hacked through his systems and protected the failsafe. Not only because I asked, but because she’d looked at the data they’d gotten from outside and didn’t want the people they had ‘saved’ to wake up and see it.

When Kellog came through, he could awaken people and keep them locked in, but not kill them that way. He didn’t really seem to care to. Nate had been holding Shaun, and he put up a fight Kellog didn’t see coming. He didn’t expect the protective curling and kicking, and lunging and biting his wrist and not letting go because he realized Kellog was after Shaun and harming him wasn’t an option. It was, but Nate wouldn’t accept that. He died regardless, but he tried. Nora cracked her window, and kept punching. She couldn’t refreeze, but she tried mightily to come for Kellog and he could respect that. If he didn’t need a back up. Codsworth knew better than to do anything than watch in horror. Or, specifically, he had no better way to react. He was refrozen angry and with tears on his face. I sat still and I waited to either die or awaken in time to find my friends angrily looking for their son.

What happened was i was awoken to Codsworth, face ice-burnt from his crying and wet from new mourning, and also incredibly angry ripping open my pod and shaking me to make sure i was alive.  “Mok, Mok-- Oh thank G-d you’re alive.” “Codsworth? Oh, oh g-d where are--” “Dead, they- someone killed Nate and Nora. They, they took Shaun and all the others are frozen! The bastards froze us!” “Wh- What? Both of them? They can’t both-” “Yes, and I’ve looked around, there’s skeletons, i think we and the stiffs are the only ones left. We must find Shaun, we must.” I just kinda stared at him for a second and nodded. 

We basically ended up wandering around being disabled angry “where is our communally raised child” seeking people and helping where we could and i kept adopting every child we saw and Codsworth kept telling me not to jump into the middle of Bullshit in spite or being the physical embodiment of Getting Into Bullshit. “Oh look Someone Having A Problem” “Mok, no” “I’m just saying” “Well OK”

He became general of the minutemen while I mostly planned settlements and made food. Because giant pots of soup are needed. Then he’d inevitably fuck off with a squad of people because someone made a passing comment about how a single raider looked at them sideways from a half mile away. And i’d be looking around with a scope like ‘where the fuck is he’. He also talked shit every chance he got about Mac because he and I would have shooting contests because look. I too am short, don’t walk too fast, and my teeth are fucked, but we both like money and can shoot good. I appreciate this. But when we’re doing this, occasionally Codsworth would feel left out and take a shot at what we were aiming at and just be a show off.

Hancock was very jealous of the mustache though. Said Codsworth was too dang classy for Goodneighbor. I ruined it by pointing out Codsworth used to do the squishy neck roll thing to make Shaun laugh and he never forgave me.

What i’m saying is please imagine me, as Me, and an Indian Codsworth, and a group of followers that kinda just roll with two disabled messes that are half informed about the world via 4th wall break, taking on the Institute.

Because we did.  I chewed Father out too btw. A whole 20 mins of “How dare you, young man, your parents would be ASHAMED, ASHAMED I TELL YOU.”

#Mok dream adventures #long post #Fallout #Fallout 4

[romanpolak]

*vaugly sing-songy while waving my hands around* we’re gonna lose to Boston tomorrow and I can’t even sleep through it because it’s the night before my weekend