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I love you evil recollection era Washington. You were such an asshat. You toted around Doc in a wall the way my friends tote around oversized jangly keychains. You shot Donut. You got hit by a car. You reacted to every minor and major setback with the same annoyance and violent tendencies. I need you carnally.

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working on pliski wip.......... my fav..

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Hie, ddooo you know if youre going to still work on your tucker fic? :o) !! its fine if you domt want to answer orr dont want to continue it!! justg curious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm assuming you're asking about Lazarus Left The Tomb and the answer is absolutely yes. I think about it basically every day!! It brings me so much joy and it is rotting my brain and it infects basically everything I write now because it is so fun as a premise.

The next chapter is currently at 7,338 words. I've admittedly got a bit in my head about it and stressed myself out over it being Good. I'm also trying to work out how to write it without just doing like. Word-for-word Season 10.

Also writing Washington going through his own arc from Tucker's POV when he's so preoccupied with his own and Church's bullshit is Difficult but goddammit I will do it.

Here's a scene from it though!!!

“Oh, right,” Tucker’s legs remember they’re capable of motion, not being locked in place from panic. The back of his neck prickles under Carolina’s gaze, which is probably through her rifle sights, an uncomfortable weight there that Washington’s gaze never left. 

Once outside, though, Church’s hologram turns to look at him. 

“Good job, fucknut. We could have learned something!”

“Dude, calm down!” Tucker is the one who Carolina could actually hurt; he’s the one who should be upset, not Church. Somehow, that’s stronger than his own offense for his self preservation. “It’s not that big of a deal.” 

“It is! She was already on a goddamn hair trigger, now we’ll be lucky to get any information from her ever!”

“We can just ask Washington if we need to, right?”

“No!” 

“Why not?”

“Well he— He’s not— Fuck! He’s not our—” Church fumbles for a moment, starting and stopping at least three sentences before finally settling on an explanation.

“I don’t think she’s even telling Wash everything!” That doesn’t sound like what Church was going to say before, but Tucker doesn’t call that out because he knows that's pointless. Church gestures wildly with his arms, the hologram jittering in the motion. “She’s basically just nostalgia-baiting him into helping her!” 

She could also probably be offering something else to Washington to get him to help, but if so, there really hasn’t been much time for that, and Washington has only gotten more wound up since they left Blood Gulch. 

“I thought you didn’t like Washington.” Tucker points out. 

“I don’t! I just—”

They’re both interrupted by a loud explosion.

“Fuck!” Tucker drops down to his elbows and knees on the concrete.

The shockwave ripples the air, ripping a few fronds off the sparse palm trees and presumably causing a temperature shift that Tucker can’t feel in the controlled environment of his armor.

A chunk of metal shrapnel flies overhead. A second one doesn’t clear the low wall, skittering in front of Tucker.

Has the UNSC caught up to them? Has the facility malfunctioned randomly, one of those loose cables coming undone and hitting a stray power cell? It wouldn’t be out of line with the luck they’ve been having.

He doesn’t dare move. 

“Jesus fuck shit—” Church is swearing, before he suddenly goes quiet. Tucker’s breathing is shallow, loud in his helmet, but he notes the shift in the background noise of his armor; Church is gone. 

He grabs for his sword, even though it wouldn’t save him in long-range combat, if they’ve been compromised it’ll only be good for close quarters. He grabs for it anyway because the instinct for that is stronger than the one to hold onto his rifle. 

Tucker pulls one of his feet under him, readying to push him out of a crouch, sword at the ready in his hand. Then, the background hum of his power control unit increases again, indicating Church has returned half a second before he hears him.

“False alarm,” Church reports. “We’re not under attack.”

“What?” 

“We’re not under attack.” Church repeats. “Get up, dude. It’s fine.” 

His body really doesn’t want to obey that instruction. 

Tucker stands up anyway with a groan, rifle hanging loosely in one hand and the sword hilt in the other.

There’s no rifle fire, no screaming, nothing. He peers over the edge to see the Reds all crowded behind their warthog, tensely watching the front exit to the facility.

“What—” 

“Carolina,” Church says as the only explanation. Which, it works, so maybe it's the only one needed.

Tucker turns, kicks the chunk of shrapnel that flew over his head. It looks like a chunk of the casing for the energy cells he saw on the way over, a bullet embedded in the warped metal. 

“Holy hell,” Tucker turns. He’s not sure he should start walking towards the vehicles (and by extension, Carolina) and he certainly doesn’t want to. Warthogs can cause much more damage when they explode than power cells. “What is her fucking problem?”

“She’s a Freelancer, Tucker; They’re all fucking crazy.”

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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Snake is chill when he plays kids games with Sunny (and most of the time he lets her win) but the only thing he DOES NOT play about is hide and seek. Sunny will count down from 30 and once she starts looking she'll find Hal within a minute. But Snake? They won't see him again until he either gets bored or hungry and decides to reveal himself

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this could be a special kinda heaven in spam’s eyes huh…

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im rusty but i wanted to doodle them

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THAT SURE WAS A FUCKING RIDE HUH

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everyone watch mickey 17........ for my two shaylas.....

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No cause I almost went through pride month without posting wrightworth was anybody even gonna tell me

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Out of curiosity…

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me when i spend a long time drawing something that really does not look good at all and is honestly too ugly to want to share with anybody but i still recognize that it was worth the time and effort because i still gained practice and experience from it that will contribute toward improving my skills

[ID: a doodle of a person slumped over a drawing of a flower, giving a thumbs up with big wet eyes and a pained expression.]

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pacific rim fucks severely for a lot of reasons but my favorite is that it opens with "the lizard aliens are unionizing so we built robots running on the power of love to fight them you got all that right" and before you have time to really process that concept bam gunshot body on the floor and the movie goes "now consider the vast power of grief in this setup" it never really stops considering

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My human design for. That one guy

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🐍 MOD + CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT❗

Introducing mod and artist @miyabau expertly helping with keeping this mission running smoothly, while delivering art so cute it could sneak past any radar!

More special units will be revealed soon..!

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🐍 MOD + CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT❗

Introducing our next mod and artist, currently running mission control, @muisley, ready to sell the world twice over for more Otasune!

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