#╰┈➤ ┊❛ OUT OF MEDKITS. / OOC. ❜┊

[scythetherifle]

based on interactions with @zipper-stick and @scythesrightarm

[cursedgarbage]

How's that eye doing, Meddy?!

Very good I may say, maybe i will be actually able to see on it, you know?

[the-former-scientist]

... Ya heard the word? Apparently there's another Cult going around that isn't Scythes. I'd keep your eye out for anything strange.

- 🪳

🩺 — “ Another cult, you say? ”

“ Hm... ”

“ I will make sure to keep this information in mind, thank you. ”

[crossroadsnumber1doctor]

Medkitten...

" ... What. "

[gotham-daydreams]

Hi! I love your gothan platonic batfam series, but every time I read it I can't help but wonder what Duke's reaction to all this would be. He's one of my fave batfam characters, do you have any plans to add him in later chapters?

Just curious, no pressure. Hopefully I didn't come off as pushy. (sorry if i did)

Have a good day! <3

Hello! And you didn't come off as pushy, no worries :]

I'll be honest and admit that I have thought of adding Duke to the series- but if I was going to do that in a more organic manner, and just generally in a way that makes sense- that would've been in Chapter 2 or 3. Though trust me I am still debating... and the only reason I'm hesitating is because I don't think I'd be able to capture his personality, or really just him as a person very well.

Granted, I do inherently view yandere versions of characters as OOC for... various reasons (some of which are obvious, especially when it comes to the Batfam and DC characters in general), but I do try to keep very close to the character (or my general understanding and interpretation of them for things like DC, who have multiple canons and such) and write them in a way that does still compliment or adhere to parts of their personality or overall mindset... if only generally. Like Bruce and his closeness to those around them yet the distance he so desperately tries to keep - not for himself, but rather those around him. His strive for justice and to do good to make up for a sin, a fault that isn't his to forgive or one he hardly had anything to do with and so on. How that makes him inherently protective if only at a distance and in silence. How he tries to keep himself away from others, if only to protect them, and yet finds himself surrounded anyway. Etcetera etcetera.

Case and point- I don't have a really good graps of Duke's general character and aren't confident enough to write him into the Not Series at the moment- and by the time I do, it may feel shoehorned in and just not as great as it could be (even if a line I wrote in Chapter 1 was meant to be him..). Though I am learning more about him! And if anyone would like to share what they know and their interpretations of his character they have and such while I still have asks open, I'd love to read and see them :]

In future series', oneshots, and just general things I plan to post and share on this blog, Duke will very much make an appearance and we'll reach 10 yanderes for the Batfam instead of just 9. (Some series' which will definitely be longer than the Not Series.)

On that note, I have thought of how Duke would feel (and some others earlier on have asked a bit as well), and from the little I know of him, this is how I think at the moment he would generally react/feel (though it may be inaccurate and such because of what I mentioned previously 😅):

I think he would start out as one of the many others that actually live in the manor or just so happened to be there at the time — and that being he feels guilt first (unlike the only person in that house who doesn't/didn't) and just... wouldn't know what to do. The time passed and everything the reader has done sort of leaves him stumped, and just stuck processing until everyone's rushing out and around to find you and before he knows it- he's following out with them to do the exact same thing.

I think he leaves before everyone else, and considering that he does daytime patrol, it isn't as odd to see him out and about anyway. Though the frantic-ness of his movements and actions are weird, and for once, more outwardly, Duke panics.

He feels bad, of course he does, and more similarly to Cass- he can only wish that he could do things with out. That he wants to be in the room when you got your awards or had been there through the hardships he knows you undoubtedly faced without even having to see the medkit like Bruce does in Chapter 2. So he goes out to look for you, but not so much for your safety and more so to just... apologize. To say every little thing he can in hopes to make things better, to lessen the damage.

And of course, just to see you.

More than anything Duke wants to make it up to you right away, but has half a mind to know he'll have to take things slow. He's still sensible to some degree, if not only partially of half-insane just like the rest of the fam (minus a certain blonde and red head who are only a sliver of the way there), he knows it'll take time, that you probably won't forgive him right away. But that's okay! He can live with that, he understands that, but he just needs to see you. Just once- if only to see who you are now and the person you've become. If only to say an apology that might fall too flat or feel too empty considering the little he knows about you.

Just once. No matter how awkward it is or how much he regrets it later. Just once.

Though, despite that he is divided on bringing you home. It would be nice, sure, but by the time that discussion comes up he isn't sure that's the best idea. Even less so with how those that do want you home seem to want to go about it, and just generally the kind of people they are. Impulsive. Strong. Threatening- they'll scare you and do more damage then help ease tensions, and he doesn't want that to happen. You don't deserve that- even if he barely knows you. Duke can feel it, you don't. Even then, they help people out, not hurt them, not like they did with you.

Duke wants to spend time with you, but he's willing to do that outside of the manor if it means making you more comfortable and warm up to him a little more. As long as he sees you he can't complain...

So when Dick messes up, he's upset. Like everyone else besides Cassandra he doesn't know what happened but knows that something absolutely went wrong. Dick usually wasn't so obvious about things like that either, but with how hurt and just... broken he looks, they could all tell. Duke could tell.

Granted, he's not upset enough to change his mind, and if anything it definitely makes him more adamant about not bringing you home yet, but he can’t find it in himself to be fully against the idea, even then.

The one thing he wants to do after that, if anything, is more determined to make things right.

If Dick of all people couldn't make it up to you, then hell, maybe Duke can.

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

    Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable. 

    He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

    Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences. 

    A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

    “Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

    “What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty. 

    You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

    You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

    His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right. 

    You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

    The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

   “I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

    “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

   You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling. 

    Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached. 

   But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gentle touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway. 

    It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often. 

    Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

    Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

    But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

    “Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment. 

    “... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back. 

    You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

  The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

[captainsharkyy]

Skitters over.

Romance HC of medkit x Reader or something?

Hi, I'm so glad you requested! Sorry if this is a bit late, I'm very sick at the moment but I was so bored of doing nothing but sleeping and I remembered I had tumblr.

Now, instead of me worrying if most of these characters are ooc or not, I'm going to say that I percieve characters in my own way, especially those with very little backstory. Enough of that, I hope you enjoy!

Medkit x Reader

• Out of the two of you, it was Medkit who confessed his feelings first. He took you out to a high quality resturaunt and told you, in his own way, how much he truly cared for you over some wine, and in turn you told him how much you wanted to be by his side.

• That same night, the two of you spent the night at your place (he doesn't trust you around his stuff at the beginning of your relationship lol) and slept in the same bed with your backs touching.

• The longer your relationship goes on for, the more Medkit opens up to doing new things with you, little by little however.

• The longer you're with him, he becomes a bit more willing to let you hold him when you sleep in the same bed, or let you hold onto his arm in pubic, though that doesn't last long.

• Loves spending quality time with you. He'll read a book on the couch or in bed while you're working on something else or leaning your head on his shoulder reading with him.

• He'd also love if you ask him to play chess with you. Good at the game or not, you let yourself lose a ton just to see the smallest ammount of happiness come to his beautiful face. Though, if you're that bad at chess he might grow irritated and help you learn or just leave the table without a word.

• When he comes back to your shared place from a particularly hard day in his phights, you run him a warm bath and hum a comforting melody as you help clean him. Though he might swat at you, insisting he can bathe himself, you persist while knowing just how exhausted he truly is. You gently massage him and he just melts.

• He doesn't really care for things sich as anniverseries or valentine's day, but if you express interest in those then expect a lovely boquet of flowers gifted to you by your lover with a chaste kiss to your cheek on those special occasions. Even if he doesn't like it, it's worth it to see that lovely smile on your face.

[ask-painter]

Wandering the facility was, as Z-213 had found, boring. Boring, and so very dangerous. Perhaps the two were conflicting sort of things. Some would think that danger meant excitement, something to get their blood pumping.. and yet, they found themselves exhausted of the same song and dance they had fallen victim to. And yet, as they stepped into the next room, something to get their blood pumping certainly happened. It all happened far too quickly, quite frankly - one minute, they were stepping into a room. The next, they could hear the all too familiar sound of a turret. Something lethal, if one weren’t paying attention. Perhaps they were safer than most, with their connection to the pAInter.. but a connection wouldn’t stop them from injury, if they lacked the carefulness to their own movements.

They could feel the burst of pain in their shoulder, a single hit before they were instinctively ducking behind the nearest cover. Nothing lethal by any means, but still painful — and something that wouldn’t be fixed without a medkit. They hissed out a breath as they reached a hand up to cover the newfound injury. “It’s me! It’s me! Hold the fire!” They all but yelled the words, a hint of pain lacing their voice.

// ooc: haha like friendly fire!!! (also this drawing being the reason why I couldn’t drop a new starter til I was home LOL)

The turret is still for an uneasily long moment. It's almost as if the pAInter is contemplating what it has just heard.

And then it retracts.

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you were someone else. You aren't hurt too bad, right?" The guilt pours out of his voice, trailing off shakily at the end.

[sebbiesolace]

Ooc: yes I'll absolutely draw this interaction if your ok with it

Allo:hey yo shop keep man *holds out some extra stuff he doesn't need * you want stuff to sell? I've got no use for extra gear that weighs me down, oh also neat dress ya got there

"Sure, I'll take it.. Easier then scavenging. And thank you for noticing."

[Sebastian gestured at the... hoard of stuff he had, mostly medkits and flashlights, with a few blacklights and... why the hell did he have so many codebreachers??]

"Take your pick- A trade's a trade."

[venomoustripmine]

OOC LORE POST

Right, since im antsy and love sharing lore about aus, and this is the first au i'm sharing with the world ever if i'm being honest, here's a bit more about the au and backstory. ill split this up in three tiers, Differences from canon, subspace's backstory, and a bit of relations (aka what subspace thinks of others/what has happened between the two characters in the au)

read after the cut off!

first up the differences from canon!

Instead of being born from the spawn, demons are hatched from eggs! and are often really fluffy and small as children

eggs are either wild born or magic born, wild born eggs just magically appear in the wild, often hatch out in the wild and live as orphans until adopted while magic born are "biological". two(or more) demons use some energy from themselves to produce an egg with dna from each demon that helps

wild born eggs are often wildly different from their parents while magic born aren't wild born demons are independent while magic born have a "duckling" stage

anyone can produce a magic born egg as long as they have help, the person who's designated the "mom" is often tired once a egg is made and needs to be cared for

often both wild born and magic born can be a subspecies(cow, crow, shark, deer, rattlesnake you get it.), mutations can evolve, even twins hatching from the same egg can happen, its all rare, but it's possible

Deities are slightly radioactive, causing more mutations in their children, not really important but i am talking about the au

Now we're up to subspace's backstory! which i'll just type out like a story, but disjointedly

Subspace was born from a magic born egg to an unnamed father and unnamed mother, her father going to get the milk soon before Subspace hatched which made her mother very bitter towards men. Once Subspace hatched, she was found to be "male" (the species is agender but have more masculine/feminine looks in body shape depending "gender") which only made her mother angry, causing her to be rather neglectful and harsh to Subspace most of her childhood. No matter what Subspace did to prove herself, she made things, she tried her best...she really did. But no matter what her mother said she'd "always be like every other man" which crushed Subspace's spirit a lot. One time her mother said she should have "just abandoned Subspace" because she would of been "less of a hassle that way", she wasn't allowed to befriend other kids, wasn't allowed to go outside forced to stay home with her mother. She made her first Biograft at the age of 4 almost going on 5, blackrock having kept their eyes on her and her inventions, the first Biograft was poorly made, but it worked for a bit! She carried it around and talked to it like a friend, though it's battery eventually fried and it wouldn't turn back on, and still won't. When Subspace turned 5 Blackrock higher ups talked to her mother, offering a wonderful life if she let Subspace work for them, she never had a connection to Subspace so she motioned for them to take her, which they did. Subspace started working at blackrock at 5, she looked up to Zuka as a father figure early on she would follow him around and cheer him on in training, so when Zuka left she was heart broken, the person she trusted was gone, the person guarding her from most of the hard work left. Around age 15 Medkit started working, Blackrock often using Subspace as a test subject for Medkit's healing powers, telling Subspace "we don't really care HOW you get hurt, just get hurt so we can see how Medkit's healing works". Subspace later "bonds" with Hyperlaser, despite the few year age gap, seeing him as a dad instead despite him not really liking her. The fight breaks out, Medkit gets angry and throws the chemicals at Subspace's face causing her loss of eye and major scarring, and in turn she retaliates, attacking and taking Medkits eye. Medkit runs away and Subspace is fully isolated and alone again, she's used to that though, who needs demon interaction when you have robotics anyway?...

Relationship time, get ready cause it's not good.

Medkit- While medkit messed up subspace's life, rendering her scarred, half blind, and unlovable according to her, she thinks she deserves it, she forgives medkit, hell, she even sort of likes medkit still despite being fearful of him

Sword- first interaction sword tried to stab her because of the story medkit spun, she understands he doesn't realize the real story and holds no ill will towards sword.

Scythe- Scythe on several occasions have grabbed subspace's horns, saying how pretty the horns would look on her wall going into detail on how she'd kill her if she ever harmed medkit again

Ban hammer- she tried to reach out to ban hammer as a friend, but got shot down instantly. ban arrested her once, but she was quickly let go due to her immunity, ban saying "we're not friends, don't act like we are" and "if it weren't for your immunity you'd be in banland by now."

Hyperlaser- basically canon subspace and hyperlaser, just minus the taunting and blackmail from subspace, he's one of the only people who respects subspace's pronouns! but he also tells her to shut up a lot.

any biograft/omegagraft/betagraft- thats her children guys!!!! she's so proud of her robotic sons!!! look at the murder machines go!!!

Traffic- one of the other people who respect her pronouns, she offers shelter when he's in blackrock, they're friends!

Zuka- they're not in contact anymore, they only interact when she heads to phights, thats it...

Lord pwnatious- the rich nepo baby she does not like and took the omegagraft from, they're on bad terms now. horrible for her pwn's family is a noble family

Rocket- they know vaugely of each other, but not enough for an opinion, (could have been siblings if zuka adopted subspace but alas...)

The Broker- Has probably sent her one too many threatining calls to make sure she stays away from harming medkit. she doesn't interact with him otherwise.

[expendablesilvershards]

"hiya, the names silver, nice to meetcha. Welcome to my blog, I run it from within the hadal blacksite. I'm... Kinda in trouble from the people running it."

"this place is dangerous, harsh, bloody, and messy, but also peaceful if you know where to look, I'm here to help others if I can, and stay alive, here's my file, keep in mind Their pretty biased over there."

"stay safe by the way, would love to chat!"

the rogue

EXR-PR9, known as codename: rogue , real name: ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ ⬛⬛⬛⬛, is a rogue expendable from the operations to recover crystals and data from the hadal blacksite

Age:20

A 5,10 male human with silver hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and a slim figure, seen armed and dangerous, wearing a Altered diving suit, with dark colours and casual clothes over it, along with a pair of goggles

apon arriving at the hadal black site EXR-PR9 cut the PDG out of his suit, using a makeshift knife, after which the other expendables in the group attempted to detain him to the submarine resulting in him knocking them unconscious before leaving, the team has not been heard from since, assumed to be killed

Through data in the blacksite cameras and more, we have gathered that EXR-PR9 has become well-equipped, to the point where EXR-PR9 could theoretically survive indefinitely. It is beloved that EXR-PR9 is working with Sebastian solace, who has denied all allegations of working with the rogue.

although well-armed, EXR-PR9 is not dangerous and is unlikely to attack unless provoked, or met with blacksite officials, and is non-threating to expendables

a normal human, EXR-PR9 should be treated with respect, and avoided if you have had a bad interaction with them before, they seem willing to help expendables, as shown in past expeditions, but meeting EXR-PR9 is done at your own risk

If possible, killing this rogue would be advised, however, due to the dangerous nature of EXR-PR9 it's considered a high risk operation

If these documents are shown to unauthorized personnel, you'll be put up for demotion, and any cover-up fees will be sent to your relatives.

Ooc:

Hiya guys! Welcome to the blog! Fun pressure Roblox RP blog for EXR-PR9

sexuality:pan

inventory:

silvers knife

Chocolate bar

glock

Railgun

Rope

Protein chocolate bar

Dr.pepper

Medkit

Flash beacon

Flashlight

Base description

Allies:

@redfacility

Friends

Eyefestastion ( @ask-eyefestation )

Tarot/expendable94 : ( @thepressurepblog )

Ellie? ( @ellie-expendable-1 )

Enemys:

Blacksite officials

Collector: ( @thepressurepblog )

@h3ad-quarters

dating:

Rules:

No NSFW

No hate please

That's it!

Enjoy!

[cursedgarbage]

what if i:

chew your horns off

Uhhh, the horns are... bone so, you can't really do that.

[askroguered]

you either die as a SKIBIDI sigma or live long enough to see yourself begging for likes in a YouTube short comment section

@medkits-cool-gun

"I'm going to defenestrate you."

(OOC: "defenestrate" = "throw something/someone out of a window")

[crossroadsnumber1doctor]

umm.. mr kit i gave broker the files i needed to givr to miss scythe just incase i forgor

but i think they are kot seeing thr light of day anytime soon :')

maybe i should rxchange them back for brokercoins.,.

-- PARTY HAT!!! (@partycage)

" Ah.. I'll see about bringing it up to him, thanks. " Medkit sighed, knowing what he was likely to get himself into if he did.. But, those files are important, sacrifices must be made.

" also, for the record, just medkit is fine. "

[aquaticshopkeep]

He's been lurking around , honestly hearing this Sebastian from the other Expendables had him intrigued. Tho he didn't interact wit many due to a slight accident two or one month back, a slight adjust to the scuba mask to correct it's position fixed his reminder what the result was.

It may have been his older brother instincts but for some odd reason when scavenging he found many blankets . Stitched it all up because the others said this Shop keeper was massive.

Looking at the vent he took in a brave sigh before crawling in using a blacklight to get some light. Peeking out halfway he stared at Sebastian before simply speaking out

"ang shop keep, I can call you that ? " He said awkwardly , god how long has it been to talk this way , "noticed it gets cold here soon" he crawled out to fully stand and plop the blanket he had made in front of Sebastian before stepping back giving personal space , he may used the stitches from medkit to sew the blanket up .

"ano here made this for you , no catch , no charge nothing " he spoke in a bit of a quipy manner tiny hint of sass "ah names allo btw "

(ooc: I love your Sebastian design and want to know if it be ok to make fanart of him ?)

The shop lights up when he realizes someone's arrived, tilting his head at the curious offering.

"Shop keep is fine, but my Friends call me Sebastian."

He eyes the gift, picking it up to unfold and look it over. Seemed safe. Nothing fell out, nothing glinting in the light... Hmm.

He begins folding it again, setting it up on the shops balcony with a click of his tongue.

"The gift is appreciated, Friend. Why the thought? Seems strange to give someone you've never met a gift... More batteries for your blacklight, perhaps?"

[lial-mhnl]

what are your p1 x p2 headcanons

I had to retype this thing a lot because there was a lot of typos but AHHHH!!! I’LL SPEAK THEM

First off, the deeper ones

- Neither of them know much about loving or have a lot of experience with genuine love. P2 has had to deal with the Bitch for most of his love experience (not genuine love, I feel like he married her for money), while P1 has had little experience besides a girlfriend he used to have a week before going postal from the ads of Postal 1997

- With that, I feel like they don’t know how to express their care for one another that well either. Although they do care a lot about one another and confide in each other, I don’t think they know much about expressing love. Especially P1

- Even though they don’t often know how to express their love to one another, I feel like they’re able to show it through smaller things. Whether it be going out to errands together, telling about their experiences, or just being close for a little while in bed, I feel like they still go together through thick and thin and show their love without much words

- Comforting moments (hugging after emotional events or such) are often filled with tension. Neither of them would really know what to say, and often times it’s completely silent beyond just how they hold one another

Now for more smaller ones

- P2 doesn’t often say verbal expressions of love and neither does P1. Often times their romantic gestures are quick pecks on the cheek or temple, basically around the face. They’re often very quick though, and I feel like P2 would be the one to break away from it most of the time

- P1 is somewhat terrified of whatever P2 has gone through since it’s just so.. bullshit insane. When they tell their stories about what experiences they’ve gone through, P1 just stares in shock somewhat as he listens to what P2 saw in AW and PL

- Both of them smell like shit. But P2 smells a little more like more shit. P1 comments about this

- When it comes to showers and bathing together, I don’t think they’ve ever done that much beyond maybe once. I feel like they might find it awkward as shit and they just take individual showers

- SLEEPING TOGETHER!! I think they’d stay apart for most of the times they sleep together, even if they sleep in the same bed. Though I feel like there’s some nights that they stay close like spooning or hugging (positions of which who is who are interchangeable)

- Their ‘hangouts/dates’ are just P2 taking P1 out with him for errands. But it has the same vein to it as dates

- P2 has more experience with romantic gestures than P1 due to the marriage he had with the Bitch, so he has more confidence with kissing and holding

- On the topic of kissing, P2 is often quick with it. Lip kisses are rare, and if P2 does it first it’s often quick and messy. P1 is more slower with it, since he hasn’t had much experience

- (More indulgent HC) I imagine that they would sometimes be next to each other and put their heads on on one another. Like P1 putting his head on P2’s shoulder and just.. being there

- This one is just kinda based off of how in postal redux there’s mostly medkits for healing but I feel like P1 has more experience with bandages and medical kits than P2. Also referencing the health system in Postal 2 where you can just eat a shit ton of donuts to get your health back from 50 —> 100, I feel like P1 would often have to bandage P2 up because of that. Also I think he’d tell him off about that too, maybe. (More indulgent there but you get me.. maybe…)

YEAH! I’m sorry if a lot of it is ooc.. ah….