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Average Alien Isolation playing experience

Just me and party rock against the whole ship 🙏

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Posted this on tiktok but the quality got thrashed so I'm posting it here too

S1 spoilers ofc

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Made a community for the Far Cry 6 fans! Here's a link if anyone's interested:

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I'd kill for an Antón Castillo x reader fic. Eternally grateful to you in fact. There's so little content for him.

Anything from being devoted to him to being broken and swayed to his side. Maybe the reader taking him up on his offer to become *his* general. Perhaps flustering the shit outta that old man. Maybe something that leans a little bit into toxic yaoi ass stuff, maybe something soft. I dunno, I'm starving. I don't wanna be picky. I can provide more ideas as well.

And, if not, it's okay! Thank you!

See-Line Woman

Antón Castillo x G!N reader

Word count: 2.5k+

Author's notes: Actually screamed when I read Antóns name. Absolutely awful old men? Swooned. Head over heels. Gonna play in before game Antón, when his leukemia isn't nearly as bad and Dani hasn't killed like half of Yara yet lmao. I don't wanna ramble too long but if you've got anymore Antón requests or just FC6 in general I'm actually begging you to send them in. Don't be afraid to be picky, the more specific the better. (Apology for how long this took me, I started writing this and then I got sick, and busy, and life stuff hit ugh...Another side note: only took me like 5 replays of this game to read the plaques outside of the capital that explain that they finished building the capital in 2019 as a tribute to Antóns father, and because I was already almost done writing this when I realized that Diego literally can't be like 7 in this because the capital didn't even exist yet… I'm probably the only one who cares about this like at all, but it was really bothering me) Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I had a wonderful time writing for our favorite senior citizen <3

No summary because I am tired, the request pretty much sums it up though

I had a specific two songs in mind for this so here's a link to it.

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It was an unusually cold night for the usually scorching Yara. A soft breeze rattled the fronds high in the palms, and the white caps of the ocean crashed in a gentle rhythm as they ran along the sand. The moon hung high and bright in the sky, dimming the twinkling stars that dangled in the inky darkness surrounding it. Though, just like everywhere in Esperanza, even Isla de León wasn't safe from the blinding glow of the capital, obscuring the stars and leaving the moon glazed over, hidden by the warmth of the sun. The entirety of Yara seemed to revolve around Torre del León as if it were the sun; it was certainly bright enough. Even from the back patio, the peak of the tower loomed over the house, stretching and warping into an even bigger achievement as it reflected against the pool. You understood why Castillo spent his days there. They were one and the same. They turned heads, gave off a wonderful warmth of security that made the whole country listen. But in Torre del León, at least, the floors hidden from the public were nothing—full of meaningless furniture and marble flooring.

Tonight, he was spending time on his island, holding an extravagant house party to which you had been graciously invited to stand outside. The backyard wasn't the worst place in the world; landscapers came every week to keep the bushes at a reasonable length, and the pool smelled of bitter chlorine. But it was cool and quiet compared to the bustling mansion. Guard patrol wasn't exactly what you had signed up for when you took the president's gracious offer to allow you to be his general, you were more accustomed to long hours accompanying him and Diego at the hip to various meetings and events. The rank gave you a definite power that separated you from the rest of the army, gave you authority over your former peers, but it dwindled tonight as you lingered around the back steps on a well-needed smoke break.

The rumors of how you'd come to land your position had varied—from sleeping with the president to bribery; you'd heard everything under the sun. The things you didn't hear were loud enough, shared in deep glares and passing looks from fellow soldiers. The worst of all was the queen of propaganda herself, María Marquessa. It was no secret she and Antón had shared their moments in the past, one of their bigger moments coming in the form of his heir. They denied it day in and day out, but in the end, it didn't stop the quickly growing accusations. You knew María had attended tonight; word about who was at the manor got around pretty quickly between the graveyard shift, especially for bigger events. María was worse than the others; she didn't give you dirty looks or voice her opinion—she kept to herself, forcing smiles and basking in petty attempts at trying to mask her obvious hatred. You couldn't quite comprehend why she was so resentful. In all honesty, you should have been jealous of her. Antón handed her her whole life: her academy, her surgeries, Yaravision. She stood much higher than you ever would, and yet she couldn't seem to see it that way.

You wouldn't deny most of the rumors regarding you and the president weren't exactly far-fetched, though it was nothing of the glamorous relationship everyone made it out to be. He wasn't the man everyone made him out to be. You had fought tooth and nail in the academy, clawing for anything he could possibly see as success, to make yourself stand out. He certainly saw you, and it wasn't long before you were thrown into the spotlight, praised as a star, and shown more love and admiration than you'd ever received in your life. But every star burns out, and once you found yourself at his side, you no longer shined. Everything you were once praised for became nothing, leaving a hole of guilt as again and again you were told what you could be doing better, how Antón's life was at stake, and how the finite details of every speck of your life suddenly became the reason he'd be gone. You tried not to dwell on it too much, the fact you were responsible for not just one but two lives now, one of which you cared for much more than you were willing to admit.

The smoke of your cigarette eased its way into the sky, filling the air with the sour smell of burning tobacco. The party had slowly been coming to an end, with the remaining crowd saying their goodbyes to the other guests, though a grinding pair of heels caught your attention—different from the usual lost patron who stumbled into the backyard. María, as spiteful as she was, was beautiful. Her makeup was spotless, her blonde hair spun into meticulously brushed curls, her purple dress skin-tight, showing off the years' worth of work she'd put into herself. Gold jewelry hung just about everywhere she could manage, a quick, flashy reminder of her success. They caught the light that hung above the back door as she stopped in front of you, glimmering against her warm skin. Her bracelets clattered together when her hand met her hip, a gentle smile finding her face. There was something so fake about her smile—maybe it was all the surgery, or maybe it was the snarky tone she took on when she spoke.

"Slow night?" she asked, fanning her free hand in front of her face as your cigarette finally reached her, her face scrunching into a nauseating grimace. You had to admit they tasted different since Viviro had started being produced—something to do with the new chemical fertilizer that produced more tobacco down in José's fields. It had made the smell less earthy, almost artificial, but you had been assured the chemicals were safe, and so far, there had been nothing suggesting they weren't.

"You could say that." Slow was an understatement. But you didn't want to entertain her conversation. She seemed upset at the lack of response, deciding on a different approach.

"Antón was looking for you." You weren't sure if she knew how much it bothered everyone when she addressed him by his first name. The bite behind her words suggested she did.

"I bet he was," you almost winced as you forced a sarcastic smile. "And he sent you out here to come find me?" There was a beat of contemplation from Marquessa, as she grappled with her lie, trying to come up with a single reason she would've been back here, but the back door opening cut her off. You knew who it was before you even got a chance to look, the immediate change in Marquessa spoke volumes. His suit was a blinding white, accented in a deep red that matched the flag he hung proudly around the estate. It was freshly pressed, his red tie tight around his neck, held in place with one of the golden lion pins he always wore.

Your back instinctively straightened, hand itching to push into a salute as he looked between the two of you, magically dissolving whatever issues María had with you tonight. She put on the best smile she could muster, her hand sliding off her hip to rest against her side.

"María," he seemed caught off guard, but he didn't miss a beat. "Shouldn't you be inside? The backyard isn't exactly open to guests." The way she frantically tried to explain herself was laughable, tripping over her words over and over trying to find something presentable enough to keep her image.

"Looks like he found me, and all on his own. Wouldn't you look at that?" You couldn't resist a jab at her, crumbling her current lie into another one. Under the warm porch light you could see the red staining her cheeks, her usual, practiced facade slipping into a mess of anxiety. Antón was quiet as he listened to her explanation, eventually the woman realized there was no use trying to explain herself and the backyard fell into silence once more. Music softly strummed its way through the open door, mixing into a serenade with the crickets and careful wind that carried itself through the yard. His smile was stiff, there was understandably no warmth to it.

"Goodnight, Ms. Marquessa." It was his way of telling her their one sided conversation was over, not so subtly excusing her. It was almost aggravating how quickly she changed in his presence, bothered by the idea that she could say anything that might upset him. She smiled and it was the most real one you'd seen from her, a sharp breath seeping its way into her nose. They stood for a while, sharing a look that only they understood the meaning behind, then she slipped past him and back into the house, but not without shooting you another dagger filled glance.

The atmosphere felt immediately lighter when he leaned against the wall beside you—maybe "lighter" wasn't the term; it was different. You doubted he would ever open up about his relations with María, certainly not with you. Whatever they had between them was clearly long gone, but you couldn't help worrying about where you stood. Maybe there truly was nothing there; whatever spark they had, however long ago, had snuffed itself out. But even if there wasn't, she was always around. Parties, meetings, dinner—anytime she could push her way into his life, she found it.

"I apologize for her; she's—" he carefully began, his hands working to smooth a wrinkle on his jacket.

"A bitch," you spoke before you even had time to think. The air suddenly felt heavy in your lungs, your uniform too tight around your neck, leaving a gaping hole of uncertainty in your chest. Maybe you had overstepped; even if you had, he didn't show it. He was near impossible to read. As hard as you tried, he never let himself slip.

"That is a word for it," he chuckled, studying your cigarette and the smoke that seeped from it. Your hand moved to grasp it between your fingers; it was practically burnt out, but you offered it out to him anyway. The president was quick to turn you down, muffling a cough into his sleeve.

At his decline, you finished it off, snuffing it to ash under your boot. It left a sour taste that leaked down your throat—a burning sensation, almost. They had lost the taste that made them unmistakably Yaran.

"Yaran has gone to shit, you know?" He spoke your thoughts, but you couldn't help filing around your pockets for another. It didn't matter how they tasted; settling the tremble in your hands was more than enough to mask over the rancid aftertaste

"What a wonderful way to speak about your country."

"It's true. I smoke Mexican." Of course he did. You were out of matches which left you disappointedly searching your pockets for a light. Antón was quick to provide, his hand dipping into his own pocket to fish out a gold lighter. The front was engraved with a beautiful lion, the edges scuffed and dull from obvious years of use. You got a whiff of his cologne when he flicked it open, casting a dull flame against your face.

The music eventually faded into a light, jazzy tune, rolling its way through the open door. He found the beat, tapping his shoe against the tile in a steady rhythm as he softly hummed along. It seemed familiar, even if you couldn’t place where, he seemed comfortably in tune with it.

“Dance with me?” He suddenly spoke up, flashing you a rare smile as he offered out a hand. You were tentative to take it, but eventually you gave in, smoke trailing you as he gracefully pulled you away from the wall and into the spotlight shining from the gap in the foyer. He was obviously much more content with the beat, flowing with a practiced ease as you fumbled to keep up. You felt as if you were only stumbling within his orbit; he was the sun and the rest of the world orbited around him. You found yourself wondering how many people were close enough to him to even have that thought.

He was a wonderful dancer, setting the pace and allowing you to flow with him, occasionally pushing you out into a tight twirl before pulling you back to him. You could really smell his cologne this close; it was definitely expensive. Leathery with maybe a dash of amber. It was strong, but it was hard to mask the harshly sweet scent of the cigars he was always smoking. It nearly made you self-conscious about the fact you probably smelled like cigarettes and dry cleaning. You didn't have time to linger on it very long before his arm wrapped snugly around your waist. He slowed his pace, allowing for a second to bask in the moment, trying your hardest to memorize every detail before it faded away into the obscurity of your thoughts. The way your boots made you feel clumsy, the way your uniform suddenly felt too tight against your back, the cigarette dangling between the fingers on your free hand, but most of all you'd noticed how you'd settled. All of a sudden, the day didn't feel near as long, and the ache in your legs drifted elsewhere as you swayed around the yard, allowing the world around you to fade away until there was nothing but the tempo of the music and him.

Inevitably, the tune dwindled away into another song, and it left you gnawing at the idea that the moment had come to an unceremonious end and everything would resume as it once was. He'd continue on as if nothing had happened, and you'd resume your nightly patrol with nothing but a heavy heart and a longing for just one more song. To your surprise, he didn't pull away; he didn't even entertain the idea that he might as he spun you around once more. When your arms draped over his neck, his hands rested over your waist, a soft smile plastered on his face.

"My mother," he softly started, "Dios, she was a wonderful singer." There was something reminiscent in his eyes you couldn't place. He was distant, far away. Somewhere deep down, he was still that 13-year-old boy, listening to his mother hum the same song inside a prison cell, wishing for a father that would never return. You couldn't help but wonder if he was anything like Diego, quiet and sincere. If maybe there was a time he was gentle, still filled with that childlike wonder his son radiated. You doubted it, but it didn't mean you couldn't dream.

You winced when the door creaked its way fully open, blinding you with bright light. You let out a soft whine of disappointment when he forced himself to pull away. You knew how it looked, and that definitely wasn't the message he wanted to portray to everyone at his party.When your eyes adjusted to the light, you were pleasantly surprised to see a set of big, brown eyes staring back at you. Diego had just turned seven and still had issues sleeping through the night. His tear-stained cheeks showed it was the same routine, but he seemed a little happier now that he'd found his father. When he straightened his suit and cleared his throat to make himself more presentable for his son, it sank in that the moment had truly come to an end. You felt the need to do something with your hands; exposed by the now lit-up yard, you pulled your smoke back to your lips, cursing yourself as the end no longer glowed and you had let it go to waste. It fell back to your side as you looked between the boy and his father, stiffening at the professional tone that had returned to his voice.

"Goodnight, general." It was addressed to you, but he had already moved on, focused on his heir.

"Goodnight, Mr. Castillo." You tried to mask the disappointment with a trained respect, hands firm behind your back, your spine straightened tight enough it hurt.

"Antón," he quickly corrected, "Please, I think we are well past formalities; call me Antón." Something about the use of his first name was intimate; it didn't feel quite reserved to you, as if you were intruding on something.

"Goodnight, Antón." Weird and unnatural was the only way you could describe it, used to the usual terms of respect you'd come to know.

"Papa!" Diego whined, forcing his father to let out a small scoff as he kept his eye roll reserved for you.

"Yes, yes, Mijo. Patience, please." His hand met the young boy's back as he turned to lead him back to his room. They exchanged a hushed conversation before his gaze met yours one last time. His wink was subtle, yet you still noticed and shot him back one of your own. The door shut, muffling the music and shadowing the backyard in the blackness of night once again, leaving you alone with nothing but the burnt-out cigarette in your hand and another lonely shift to return to.

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Absolute yap fest but I finished Far Cry 6 a little bit ago and why am I just now learning Máximas Matanzas was somehow everyone's least favorite!? Talía was the only character I understand, but alot of the reasoning into why people don't like her isn't really the main thing I think personally makes her unlikable.

Okay, let's start with Paolo because he was my favorite. I felt like people's only complaint about him was that he was "woke"—god forbid they have any sort of LGBTQ rep. in anything ever. Maybe it wasn't exactly as relevant when the game came out, but with everything happening in America right now, I really resonated with what he was fighting for and his need for freedom. I do think maybe the 'perfect daughter' bit was a little much, like this is the first conversation Dani and him have and he practically tells her his whole life story when the point was that they didn't trust Dani. I liked the way they handled trust in the Montero camp the best—Dani actually had to work to win Carlos over—but I guess Dani never really did fully win Paolo over. Regardless, as much as everyone wants to say "they were shoving the fact he was trans in our faces!" He spoke about it alot because it was an issue and a massive reason he wanted to leave in the first place; it was nice to hear them talk about it and the struggles he actually faces living in a country like Yara.

Onto Bembé, god I hated him, but not his character. Wonderfully written villian because he got under my skin in a way that actually made me upset. I liked the cool little detail in Dani's personal history that talks about how Alejo had a debt with Bembé and once he'd paid it off he got him and Dani their tickets to America. Thought that was pretty interesting. Though I completely believe Dani just letting him walk away was stupid.

Paz... oh where do I begin. Made me laugh maybe twice, I enjoy his radio station, that's really it. They never fully explain how he became a part of the band, but he follows Paolo, Talía, and Dani around like a lost dog and it drives me insane. His whole "I have a crush on Dani" really icked me out. I played as female Dani and just the way he spoke to her just grossed me out. Would've been much more likable if they wouldn't have forced the love interest that the main character has no interest in role and tried to play more into the comedic relief part of his character. I think hate is definitely a strong word, but he was my least favorite in the band.

Before I get onto Talía I wanna talk about the actual villians of this region: María and Edgar. I really liked Diego so obviously María interested me. I don't think people talk about her relationship with Antón nearly enough, they're not healthy (but when is anything Antón ever does??) And she convinced him to have Diego to keep the Castillo name alive, but it was obvious she wanted to be apart of her son's life. She's one of the only people with a portrait of him in her office, she plays his recorded speeches over her speakers at her facilities, and overall gave me the impression she wanted to be in his life. I felt like overall, in the grand scheme of everything, she should have been more protected by, oh, I don't know, Antón? Her death scene was pretty weak compared to José's, or Edgar, or literally everyone else. Edgar was a little better, I felt like I actually struggled to fight him, and they gave me a solid reason to dislike him. I don't have much to say about him honestly, I liked the whole wolf in sheep's clothing thing that he had going on, but he wasn't really special.

Finally we reach Talía. I'm gonna talk about her pros and cons. I'll start with her first impression. Not great. Dani rescues her just for not even a thank you, she immediately goes to find Paolo who she then gets in a fight with and then that turns into a makeout session. I wouldn't go as far to put this as "abuse" like everyone else is making out to be, I also wouldn't say she should have hit him. The "so a real man" comment was totally uncalled for and I'm not even gonna try and defend that. Though, I don't think that was nearly or even comparable to how María speaks about Paolo later. "Tomboy" and then she misgenders him twice.. yeah, not even close. The intro scene really sets the player up for the mess that is their relationship further in the game.

I liked pretty much all her missions up to the rooftop concert. Now, the mission itself was fun, I had a very enjoyable time as I like their music and getting to sing along while I shot at the oncoming trucks to protect their gear was great. Anyone who says they didn't like that part is just allergic to fun and whimsy, I don't make the rules. Afterwards was the problem. I don't doubt that they were probably a decent couple at a time, but this argument really set it up for that Talía was more interested in fighting her power trip for revenge than how it was affecting people, including her boyfriend. Juan gives Dani a similar speech after "in the lions den" about how Dani lost what Libertad actually fought for and was more obsessed with the idea of killing Antón than she was with freeing Yara. Talía is a similar way. She is obsessed with her idea of getting revenge on María for forcing her into her academy and trying to fuck her up. But that's not to say she doesn't understand other people's struggles as well— Ishe genuinely wanted to stop Marquessa because she didn't want what happened to her happening to anyone else—but she clearly doesn't understand Paolo or his struggles because she is self centered and focused on what she wants rather than what he is pleading with her to do. She's hearing him but she's not really listening yknow?

She convinced him into one last show, she was upset when he shut her down because it was probably one of the last moments/shows they would share together happily. Not to say alot of her being upset was trying to manipulate him into staying, and I'm incredibly proud of Paolo for standing up for himself and sticking to his plan to leave. She was so stubborn and such a loose canon that manifested itself into her becoming manipulative and obsessive over him. I also found it quite ironic—not bad, ironic—that alot of her problems with Paolo stem over him being a "pussy" and "running from his problems" by fleeing to America, while Talía does the exact same thing. She avoids her problems as much as she can, while Paolo did just the opposite. He constantly tried to explain to her why he wanted to leave, that he wasn't running but he was solving his problems. Talía was just too obsessed with this idea of revolution and fantasy that Paolo refused to encourage. He explains it pretty well himself on the roof, that even if Castillo is dead it doesn’t change the fact that he will be ostracized because that's just how Yara treats his community. Talía treats his struggles as if they're her own while simultaneously not understanding him whatsoever and his isn't shy to call her out for it.

After all this he does stick to his plan to leave and blah blah blah, you know the story if you're still reading this. Then, somehow, magically Paolo saving her AGAIN after already putting his ass on the line, ruining his dream, to take out a debt to get her out of the academy. Which he didn't have to save her from. The whole scene where she rescues him and Dani just felt incredibly dumb, like okay she gets shot, Dani's panicking, and Paolo is the only one coherent enough to make the choice "I'm gonna take Talía and leave Dani, even though we are all going to the same doctor and we're all in the same room. Makes total sense!"

I won't say I support their relationship, but I have seen much worse get a slap on the wrist and a pat on the back. Not to say they weren't bad, I just wished Talía wasn't so manipulative and was maybe written more reasonably that she didn't want to leave because she believed her fight wasn't over, and that if she truly wanted Paolo to stay she would have been more understanding and tried to show him why this fight was his too instead of letting Dani do it for her. I just don't think Talía was ready to truly be with him because she didn't understand him the way he needed her to understand. They clashed too much morally, ideally, and just overall to be good for one another.

Máximas Matanzas was definitely not the worst region though, and wasn't nearly as cringe as everyone tries to make it out to be. I could argue that The Legends of 67' and La Moral were much less interesting because why am I hunting stupid birds and diving to get your grill in the middle of a war? But I've been going on a little too long defending a game everyone thinks was shit anyways. I'm open to discussion about any of this though!

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I think it is these one. Istg there's one of him leaned over a car though, but I also might have js imagined it

I know somebody's gotta know what frame im talking about.

So in BCS when Nacho’s giving his "I want out" speech to Mike, there's this frame of him leaned on the hood of his car. He looks so much like Jesse, and I know there's a frame of Jesse doing the exact same thing, but I can't find it for the life of me.

Literally gasped bc I thought he was Jesse, but seriously, anyone know what Jesse frame this is?

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I know somebody's gotta know what frame im talking about.

So in BCS when Nacho’s giving his "I want out" speech to Mike, there's this frame of him leaned on the hood of his car. He looks so much like Jesse, and I know there's a frame of Jesse doing the exact same thing, but I can't find it for the life of me.

Literally gasped bc I thought he was Jesse, but seriously, anyone know what Jesse frame this is?

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Could I please request something Tess/Reader? Maybe reader is with her on a run and they get hurt, and Tess's reactions to that?? :0 Maybe they're already together, or this is the catalyst for them to get together??? Whatever you're comfy with!!

Checkpoint

Tess Servopoulos x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Notes: Eek! My first request! So appreciative of you sending one in, I had such a fun time working on it. Literally love my girl Tess UGH. I tried to keep the reader’s dialogue to a minimum, personal preference but I enjoy when the reader doesn’t say a whole bunch because then you don’t have to mischaracterize yourself. Anyways, hope you enjoy it lovely! <3 (Also gonna apologize for how long this took me, I've been so busy the past few weeks it's not even funny)

Summary: “You didn’t get bit..Did ya’?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, gruff with her southern twang she couldn’t ever seem to cover up. The whole atmosphere seemed lighter as you shook your head, a sigh releasing the obvious tension that filled her frame. "Good.. that- that's good.."

Warnings: just about everything you'd anticipate with TLOU, guns, disgusting detailed descriptions of infected (does this even need a warning?), wounds, gore, dead bodies.

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Area 4, Boston MA

Smugglers. The lowest in the pecking order of the apocalyptic society. In the eyes of the "law" that is. Tess provided much more ammunition and food than she believed possible and, in her books at least, it was well worth the risk of being caught.

Boston, a once bustling city, was now filled with gracious amounts of military checkpoints whose armed guards wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. It was a fear that came with the business, but she assumed a bullet was better than taking her chances with the virus-filled wasteland that lurked beyond the comfortable confines of the city. Tess had grown accustomed to the ins and outs of checkpoints, working her way through with a practiced ease. Until you showed up. Tess wasn't exactly a welcoming embrace, with a mouth like a sailor and a mean right hook you never wished to be on the receiving end of, you didn't believe you would be with her long. Though, as you began to prove your worth as something more than just another mouth to feed, her defenses began to crumble almost as much as the concrete jungle.

The day had been coming to an unceremonious end when it happened. The last checkpoint clung to the horizon, the melting pinks and oranges of the swirled sky stood as the last glimpses of the warmth of the sun. The mission had gone off without a hitch, your packs heavy against your backs as you traversed the miles of cracking pavement. The supplies would last the harsh first weeks of the snowy winter that was to come. Winter was fast approaching, lingering in a cold chill that cut through your jackets and left your noses pink. Tess had an older jacket wrapped around her shoulders, occasionally pulling it over her chest in hopes it would remain together where the zipper used to be. You had found an old bomber over the summer, spending any off time you could find sewing insolation into the old fabric. It had come out nicely, guarding against the bitter chill the slowly rolling rain would bring.

The concrete beneath your feet was soggy as you two came to a stop before the towering metal wall. It had rained the day prior, soaking cold rain into the asphalt. Tess was quick to rest her hand over your chest, pulling you both to a staggering hault. The whole world seemed unusually quiet; the birds in the trees had fallen silent, the whipping wind had ceased, the usually bustling checkpoint now stood as nothing but an empty sheet of metal. Her hand left your chest and rested over the grip of her handgun, filling the tense atmosphere with a well needed shadow of safety.

“Wait here,” Her tone left little room for argument as she stepped forward, her shoulders tensed and her breath hitched, like a cat waiting to pounce. Even from here you could smell it, the repulsive, sour stench that accompanied the dead. You knew she had noticed it too, her face scrunched into a tight grimace as he attempted to shield her nose with her arm. The usual abundance of guards was now a series of bodies, angry, deep bite marks snuffed in blood covering their exposed skin. The bullets strewn about the scene left little room for imagination, leaving only the burning question of the culprit.

Tess crouched to inspect a corpse, immediately stiffening as a gargling clicking sucked away the tense silence. She struggled to find the source of the jarring noise before it was practically on top of her. Only, it was on top of you. A sharp pain shot through your arms as it attempted to hold you still, its jagged mouth clamping for your scarf covered neck. The vibrant crest of mold that replaced its scalp was dull and grey with the chilling cold, its open mouth leaking with a foul smelling saliva that now coated your arms. The jacket that covered its body, as ripped and mangled as it was, stood as a reminder of the person it used to be - breathing and struggling against the wasteland - its story lost to time, left for only the people it knew in its run of life to know. It thrashed with you as you struggled to push it off, its clumsy mass of limbs wrestling to find anywhere to sink its decaying teeth. Tess was yelling something you couldn’t make out over the shrieking before its weight left you, tearing your jacket and the skin that sat beneath it in the process. If your ears didn’t hurt before, they did now, two shots echoing through the air before the undead collapsed dead against the ground.

Tess was splattered in blood, but she looked okay as she inspected your arms for a few short moments before she was shoving you towards a building. The old convenience store provided enough shelter to allow for a moment of clarity. You slumped down against the North wall, resting behind the old payment desk. The walls had long been stripped of anything useful, leaving ominously empty shelves and old, broken refrigerators covered in nothing but broken glass and old memories. After a few moments she fell to a crouch in front of you, her brows furrowed with worry. It was the first time you had seen her truly worried, her calloused hands finding your arms, her eyes meeting yours in confirmation as she gingerly rolled up your sleeves. Finger marks tore down your arms, crescent shaped marks mid way up your arms dribbling small amounts of blood; farther down they became more shallow, burning hot against the chilled air. Your jaw clenched instinctively at the contact, earning a sympathetic smile from Tess as she slung her pack from her shoulder. The little first aid she had scattered in her pack didn’t provide much: half a roll of gauze, an almost empty bottle of antiseptic, and an old, already blood stained rag.

She rested the rag over the opening of the bottle of disinfectant, listening to the small amount of liquid sloshing within the bottle, deeping the red on the torn up cloth. Her hand met your wrist as she carefully extended it out between the two of you, thumb skimming over your skin as the cloth met the scratches. It seeped into the wound, leaving a deep sting that shot through your arm and forced a sharp gasp from your throat. Her thumb dug a little deeper into your pulse, rubbing comforting circles as she meticulously worked away at your skin, a deep crease still stuck in her brow. You could tell she wanted to speak, her eyes occasionally meeting yours as if she was going to, but something in her hesitated and she continued her work. As Tess fell to motioning for your other arm, you finally spoke up,

“Something you wanna say?” Her shoulders tensed beneath her jacket, her expression loosening before it fell back into a tight focus, the rag sending another dull burning up your other arm.

“You didn’t get bit..Did ya’?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, gruff with her southern twang she couldn’t ever seem to cover up. The whole atmosphere seemed lighter as you shook your head, a sigh releasing the obvious tension that filled her frame. "Good.. that- that's good.." With that the room fell into, this time, a more comfortable silence. As she pulled away to grab the roll of bandages a smile warmed her face, “Gonna have quite the badass scar,” It allowed for a change in mood as she began to cover the wounds from the harsh air with soft gauze. “One hell of a story too.”

“Joel missed out, imagine the look on his face when you tell him you killed a clicker.” Her smile grew slightly as she let out an assumed huff, her hands coming to a stop as she finished wrapping. Pulling your sleeves back down she allowed herself to slump down beside you,

“He’s never gonna let us out of the house again,” She sarcastically groaned, the back of her head meeting the wall. “I can hear the lecture now.” Her ponytail swung to the side, swiping over her neck as she gazed over at you, clearing her throat. “‘You two are gonna get yourselves killed one of these days!’” Her Joel impression was mediocre at best but it still sent you both in a fit of giggling and overly exaggerated impressions.

Tess was still giggling as she let out a yawn, glancing through the front window at the dark abyss that lay outside. It was fairly quiet, apart from you still chuckling at yourself, leaving room for a rare, but welcomed, moment of peace. Her head fell back against the wall once again, her eyes shooting over to you as she muttered, “Should really get some sleep, gonna be a long day tomorrow.” She watched as you looked outside, clearly tense at the idea of letting your guard down when there was probably more infected lurking beyond the comfortable walls of the convenience store. “I’ll take the first watch,” Tess was quick to reassure, her legs sprawling out across the dust ridden floor as she placed her pistol beside her thigh. It was enough to calm you, your cheek pressing into her shoulder as you lolled over into her. The miles of walking were finally beginning to reach your legs in a sore aching, exhaustion clawing its way into your drooping eyelids. Your arms still burned, but everything seemed to feel a little bit better as Tess snaked her arm around your shoulders, tugging you a little closer to her.

“Goodnight, Tess…” You drowsily murmured against her jacket, taking in the comforting, earthy smell that always lingered on her. By the time she replied you were already fast asleep, a smile gracing her lips as your breath evened into a slow, steady rhythm and your muscles released the tension they’d been carrying throughout the day.

“G’night, sweetie…” She whispers back, her lips pressing a careful kiss to the top of your head, her hands tracing gentle patterns against your sleeve. She wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but she was much happier focused on the soft breathing of the figure beside her than the worry of the approaching day.

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Taking writing requests! ♡

I've never actually posted any of my work so we'll see how this goes lmao

I'm not very picky on what I'm willing to write (headcanons, ships, x reader, ect), just not a huge fan of NSFW. Depends on the request.

Here's a list of bigger fandoms I'm in + my favorite characters, though I'm really down to write for almost anyone. (Starred ☆ my all time favs)

Life is Strange & Before the Storm

Rachel Amber☆, Chloe Price, Max Caulfield, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Steph Gingrich, Juilet Watson.

Life is Strange 2

Sean Diaz☆, Lyla Park, Cassidy Jones, Finn McNamara, Penny, Hannah Reyome.

Far Cry 6

Antón Castillo, Diego Castillo, Clara García☆, Dani Rojas (Female), Philly Bárzaga, Camila Montero.

Breaking Bad & BCS

Jesse Pinkman Mike Ehrmantraut, Gustavo Fring☆, Skylar White, Lydia Quayle☆, Jane Margolis, Andrea Cantillo, Badger, Skinny Pete, Kim Wexler, Nacho Varga☆, Lalo Salamanca.

The Quarry

Laura Kearny☆, Max Brinly, Dylan Lenivy, Kaitlyn Ka, Emma Mounterbank.

House of Ashes

Jason Kolchek☆, Salim Othman, Rachel King, Clarice Stokes, Nick Kay

The Devil in Me

Kate Wilder☆, Jamie Tiergan, Erin Keenan.

The Last of Us

Ellie Williams, Joel Miller, Dina,Tess Servopoulos☆, Abby Anderson

Resident Evil

Jill Valentine, Lucas Baker, Zoe Baker, Donna Beneviento☆, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda.

RDR2

Dutch Van Der Linde☆, Hosea Matthews, Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler, Abigail Roberts, John Marston, Charles Smith.

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Dexter

Dexter morgan, Debra Morgan☆,Brian Moser☆, Joey Quinn, Angel Batista, Lila West, Rita Bennet, María LaGuerta, Laura Moser

Here's a quick example of what they might look like:

If anyone's interested please feel free to leave a request in my inbox or comments and I'll get to work as soon as I can!

Edit: link to my ao3

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I have the fatest gay crush on Lydia Rodarte-Quayle. That's it. That's the whole post.

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put in the tags brba and bcs moments that made you cry!

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Another shout for all the breaking bad references in this. "I like to think I see things in people." UGH

And the rare Skinny pete mention!? I was literally giggling at the idea that it was a breaking bad reference just to read Salamanca a chapter later

Me deciding to post after 18 thousand years bc I'm bored. Wow, such a shocker!

I just recently finished Farcry 6 and found a fic over on AO3. 134 chapters. Over 300,000 words.

I'm only on chapter 5 (I've still go sm to read and it only keeps getting better) but it definitely inspired this and js me overall.

Not sure if it came out how I really intended for it too (or if i even rlly like it), but I've been meaning to make any sort of connection to Dani and lions sworn enemies, the Leopard.

Tried to make everything as kinda "tangerine" as I could get it but the moon still seems way too bright and large to me.

Literally nowhere done working on this playlist but the whole thing is the like 5 songs I've been listening to while I read. It'll probably get happier eventually (if we're lucky)

Anyways ik I'm just typing to type now so here's the creator of the fic that's been genuinely consuming my brain for days, the writing is incredible.

@jacobmybeloved

Hit or miss I draw the dinner scene with her and Anton bc it genuinely changed my brain chemistry

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Me deciding to post after 18 thousand years bc I'm bored. Wow, such a shocker!

I just recently finished Farcry 6 and found a fic over on AO3. 134 chapters. Over 300,000 words.

I'm only on chapter 5 (I've still go sm to read and it only keeps getting better) but it definitely inspired this and js me overall.

Not sure if it came out how I really intended for it too (or if i even rlly like it), but I've been meaning to make any sort of connection to Dani and lions sworn enemies, the Leopard.

Tried to make everything as kinda "tangerine" as I could get it but the moon still seems way too bright and large to me.

Literally nowhere done working on this playlist but the whole thing is the like 5 songs I've been listening to while I read. It'll probably get happier eventually (if we're lucky)

Anyways ik I'm just typing to type now so here's the creator of the fic that's been genuinely consuming my brain for days, the writing is incredible.

@jacobmybeloved

Hit or miss I draw the dinner scene with her and Anton bc it genuinely changed my brain chemistry

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Literally just finished the devil in me and holy shit. My final survivor were Kate and Mark. Really upset about the way I killed Jamie bc it was just a total accident, I didn't see the screwdriver option and she got killed on the boat. Mostly upset bc she cheated death for me like 200 times. Killed Erin I'm pretty sure literally the second time she can die with the needle. Charlie made it through the incinerator, but didn't make it past the grinder bc I missed the button and he fell. Now I'm gonna play it 8 million times until I get all the achievements and see all the scenes. Literally so in love with this game holy hell.

Anyways, gonna run a poll bc I was wondering what the average number of characters people kept alive their first run was bc I was struggling idk about y'all.

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Me!? Posting!? Damn must be important.

Nah but seriously, my mental health has been so awful lately, buuttttttt supermassive finally put The Devil In Me on playstation plus and there's no room to be depressed playing a new supermassive game!!

Maybe I just haven't deep dived enough into the fandom (I've avoided mostly all spoilers of it for literally years) but I haven't seen anyone discussing this.

I haven't finished it yet so actually begging for no spoilers! 🙏🙏

In like one of the very first houses you can discover as Charles, when you get up to the lighthouse and there's that house to the left where you climb through the window, there's a piece of paper that you can read through. It seemed like a list of just random names but one really stuck out to me

"Jeff Kolchek"

Idk just seems odd that supermassive would use such a specific last name on a character especially considering his initials also make JK and ironically the year on it was 2000. Maybe I'm just over thinking it way too hard because my house of ashes obsession is downright making me crazy. But also like- Jason's brother???????

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Okay so like I'm alive and here's a fallout piece I finished like 2 weeks ago before i got hella depressed and lost any and all motivation to work on anything art related (Im drawing now I promise).

Besides all that enjoy my personal favorite companions!

I was gonna draw Nick too but maybe I'll draw him later.

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Everytime I see hancock I go as feral as a ghoul in the metro station